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Premium Member Me

I know me
I'm more than you see
I accept me as I accept life
I avoid the strife
I am at peace when away from people
The earth is my steeple
I have hid from people so long. 
They seem to like to do me wrong. 
But I really dont care. 
Sometimes I don't dare .
I have no clear understanding of mankind. 
But I understand the mind. 
I left life behind 
Walked alone
Reflection of all I have been shown
The pain 
The strain 
The stain
Loss of hope
It is not real
Love, anger rage  hate 
Doesn't need to be your fate
One emotion , many different  perspective of a single desire.
It's all from the same fire.
People at times, themselves they fight
What is wrong or even ,what is right
What keeps you up at night. Acknowledge,  acceptance , embrace it, then let it go
This I know
If you stop your fight the energy you can save.
Hate makes for an early grave. 
Control your emotion or it Controls you
This is true. 
One emotion just diferent aspects of a single desire
Burning with flickering fire
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Emotion

I know me
I'm more than you see
I accept me as I accept life
I avoid the strife
I am at peace when away from people
The earth is my steeple
I have hid from people so long. 
They seem to like to do me wrong. 
But I really dont care. 
Sometimes I don't dare .
I have no clear understanding of mankind. 
But I understand the mind. 
I left life behind 
Walked alone
Reflection of all I have been shown
The pain 
The strain 
The stain
Loss of hope
It is not real
Love, anger rage  hate 
Doesn't need to be your fate
One emotion , many different  perspective of a single desire.
It's all from the same fire.
People at times, themselves they fight
What is wrong or even ,what is right
What keeps you up at night. Acknowledge,  acceptance , embrace it, then let it go
This I know
If you stop your fight the energy you can save.
Hate makes for an early grave. 
Control your emotion or it Controls you
This is true. 
One emotion just diferent aspects of a single desire
Burning with flickering fire
Form: Rhyme

The Condition We Living In- Part 1

THE CONDITION WE LIVING IN:Part 1:

The condition we living in,
Kindly ponder over it…?
Hello, Isn`t it intriguing to see the nation loss of hope?
The powers of oneness is no more in existence,
The spirit of patriotism is cast under sections of canalizations,
And everyone seems to put on bright eyes enforced by a grin on a face?

In fact, that’s just a mirage of uncertainties.
The individual heart is yoked with disappointments and depression.
It seems the nation have given up on her benchmark,
Only to pursue paganism as a solution.
Truth is lost in the mouth of our ignorant leaders.
Yet, they come to spit words of promises to propagate relief.
The nation is now reconstructed with deceptions, favoritism and jeopardy.
This is causing millions to be poverty-stricken,
And also plaguing livelihoods with extreme maleficence.
Indeed, this is the condition we living in.

Premium Member Craziest Time Under the Sun

Craziest Time under the sun
A heart melting for lost love
Dreams losing their passion
Promises broken to pieces
Inspiration without enthusiasm
~
Craziest time under the sun
Vivid hues of discouragement
Breaking into the mind who sees
Visions of painful memories
Loss of hope and freedom to believe
~
Craziest time under the sun
Horrid feelings of dread and gloom
Leading even the moon to disillusionment
Reaching the seas with feared reveries
Doubt consuming the mind’s assurances
~
Craziest time under the sun
Melancholy colored with black fright
Feelings of despair creating darkness
Even among the flowers and song
Where music and dance grew so strong
~
Craziest time under the sun
Ached to be filled with renewed warmth
Fed only the spirit of despondency
And created painful feelings of misery
Where in the world is the love?
~
Craziest time under the sun
Reached through the murky clouds
Gray thoughts filing their hearts
With judgements and bitter loss
Only God knows what is going on
~
Craziest time under the sun
Comes with a mask that is worn
To venture to the store or work
Where others might carry a germ
From a virus that has changed the whole world!
~
God help us to live on through this time
The Craziest time under the sun!




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August 11, 2020

Premium Member The Dungeon of Despair

Your whole world has plunged into darkness 
Your life has become a sorry mess 
You feel hemmed in by that wall of stones 
While the damp of despair swamps your bones 
Rats prowl in the corners of your mind 
Never and nowhere peace can you find 
All outside walk, joyful in their sun 
Blind to the mental pain you are on 
In your maze you're totally confined 
Each regret heavily underlined 
Sardonic Death crooking his finger 
Beckons you no longer to linger 
He offers gas, drugs, drowning or rope 
Markers of that final loss of hope 
His door swings open. At his invite 
Will you walk through into blissful night?
Form: Rhyme


Psalm Of The Martyr

I am the Martyr you shall not want
I lay me down across waters 
You will not cross
I wander mountainsides alone
To bring their grandeur 
To your door
And run through gauntlets unafraid
Your cross to bear 

I climb the steps of lofty peaks
Through storm and strife and dark of night
And rage the sky in grave distress, for you –
For you, my noble quest, I bear witness
To the blade and knife
To the callous force of Nature’s might
And in despair cry out your name
Though it radiates in muted tones
The crimson luster of its flame

Yea, though I walk through hidden valleys
In the shadow of the midday sun
And move in darkness, as it were
In honor of my sacred word
And wander in the wilderness
These long and restless years
Seeking a deliverance 
I seem not to deserve 

I yet am bound, in act and deed
By oath of blood and oath of right
Wrested from the Moon
One long and anguished night
Unto my lone and solitary quest
‘Less by loss of hope, of heart, of fight
I lose of you, my love, my life –

A Poem That Speaks of the Dead

In ancient tombs where pharaohs rest,
Lies a poem that speaks of the dead,
Etched in stone, it tells their tale,
Of kings and queens, now turned to pale.

The words they whisper, soft and slow,
Echo through the halls below,
Of grandeur, power, and might,
All vanished in the endless night.

The poem speaks of a life once lived,
Of triumphs, glories, and achievements,
But all of that is now long gone,
And all that's left is a solemn song.

In the shadows, the dead lie still,
Their spirits gone, their bodies nil,
And in their place, a poem remains,
To tell their story, and ease their pains.

The verses speak of a life well spent,
Of battles fought, and kingdoms bent,
Of love, of loss, of hope, of pain,
Of joy, of sorrow, and of gain.

The poem speaks of a time long past,
Of treasures lost, and fortunes amassed,
Of glory fading, and fame gone by,
Of empires crumbling, and rulers that die.

Yet, in the words that echo through,
There is a message, bright and true,
That all that we do in life will fade,
But our legacy, in stone, will be laid.

For even when we're gone and dead,
Our stories will live on instead,
In poems, songs, and tales untold,
For generations to come, to behold.

So let us live our lives with care,
And leave a legacy, bright and fair,
That when we're gone, and laid to rest,
Our deeds, will tell our best.
Form: Nonet

Premium Member His Peace - 1


O Lord our God, grant us grace to desire you with a whole heart, that so desiring you, we may seek you and find you; and finding you, may love you; and loving you, may hate those sins from which you have redeemed us, for Jesus Christ's sake. ~ Anselm


Come to me in the silence of the night
As stars glitter across a shadowy sky
Breathe whispers of hope into my soul
With rhythms of heartbeats throbbing
Hues of laughter in colorful collections
Of gentle truth, erasing fear and worry
Praising the Creator of all this beauty
Surrounding us with brilliant spontaneity
Love that beams across the meadows
In lavender sighs, shining music into eyes
Who know the warmth found in a life
That has learned to thrive and survive
Even the worst loss of hope and faith
Leaning on the power of amazing grace
That flows through veins of compassion
Enlightening, enchanting, enticing joy
To pray for the dance that will attract
Feelings rich and penetrating, alive
With passion that lights a flame
Energizing the spirit with flickering
Smiles that radiate through life
Warming hearts and welcoming thoughts
Of bright enthusiasm and cheerfulness
Hope that fills the morning with sunshine
And the evening with dewdrop dreams
Like little touches of heaven sent down
To remind us all that God sends to us
Love that is fully alive and electrifying
Igniting a fire, rousing desire, inspiring
The heart and soul to awaken joy
Who will paint life with glitter and wonder
Awesome, exhilarating, exciting thoughts
Brought into a mind who is wise beyond words
Because it knows the meaning of life
Is more than ideas, thoughts or words
The true meaning of this life we spend on earth
Is in representing the One who died for us
That we might live life in the way
It was meant for us to live it!

Praise God for His gift of this Son
The One who left us with a hope to lean on
When dark days bring dread of what is
And worries of what is to be…… in eternity
Thank God for His peace that lingers on
Through worry, dread and even death!

Main Street

Living on Main Street
 life keeps on flowing,

Monday mornings
 trucks pound the pavement
 shaking awake the apartments and homes
 regardless of the hour, ever on the ride
 moving, trucking along.

Here, you can see the world go by
 at its best, at its worst,

Sleepers on the street wake
 pushed along by ignoring crowds
 rushing, hurrying to and from
 home to work
 work to home.

Where do they come from
 where was their place in life before this?

Parked cars give up their time
 metering's expire
 they move on
 just a little down the line
 or just across to the other side.

So many now
 make this their home,

Wanderers, wanderings, survival
 from the havens that once were
 to this point
 a journey taken up
 by necessity, loss of hope, help for the body and the soul.

This is Main Street living
 on the threshold of future pasts.
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The Illusive Poem

I've walked up and down these city streets
Left my prints along the beach
Searching for that which I need
But seldom is it within reach

Every nook and cranny in my home
Climbed high the mountain top alone
Never sure of where it's gone
The illusive poem

Day and night I will not rest
This poem to find I've made my quest
I've laid it out at my behest
There's nothing needed more than this

I've called up everyone I know
Rang the Vatican in Rome
I will not stop my on the go
Until I find this poem

I've trudged the jungles of the South
More places than I dare to count
And still have yet to figure out
How all this came about

I'll keep on with my keeping on
Never bowing to the loss of hope
Because deep inside one day I know
I will find this poem

I've looked up among the blinking stars
Telescoped Venus and Mars
Held up signs to passing cars
But failed to look deep in the heart

You'd have thought I would have known
The one place I failed to go
That's where it was all along
The illusive poem

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