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I can’t control the vision’s, racing in my mind
Uncontrollable memories
Escaping my eyes
Deep sorrows racing,
down from my eyes
Filling the puddles beneath my feat
Drifting away into the woods -
to S C R E A M
I lay swiftly on the wet forest floor
Dirt beneath me, muffling my S C R E A M S
Rolling in agony - uncontrollably
My heart S C R E A M S
to be connected to her..........
In anguish from the silence of my lost soul
We were bound together -
To walk this path with hearts attached
Connection to last -
chemistry crafted out of a enticing brew,
filled with passion
I am fully aware
My tears - drown me
Silently devouring me
To my souls demise
Have you ever felt the invisible pain, the one that bleeds in silence,
Echoing like a muffled sound in the depths of your lost soul?
Have you experienced the madness that engulfs you like a storm without rain,
Leaving you to collapse quietly, as if nothing had happened?
Have you ever stood motionless, listening to the voices that drown you in air,
Wondering if anyone has ever heard your mute screams?
Or perhaps you can't even speak, your throat bound by invisible threads,
Do your unspoken words reflect back, kept in silence, like a bitter secret?
How long will you keep hiding this heavy and silent burden?
It's not weightless, nor easy to carry, as it might seem from the outside.
I wonder how many of us are victims of this oppressive silence,
An ocean of unseen pain, that binds us in a network of suffering.
In the stream of consciousness, I ask if you find yourself in these words,
If you still keep the silence, locking inside you the inner storms,
And if you will ever release this burden that weighs you down,
So that your soul may find peace in the light of a new dawn.
Cme out
Door closed, surrounded by walls
sealed inside , darkness, cries, sadness, lost soul
Look around, alone, scared, confusion, cold
I scream, anyone there?
No responce
I scream, please help me?
NO responce
stand up walls too high
reach out to feel something
nothing but darkness
I scream is this real
No responce
weakness, no strength, my legs collapse
I fall crotched down in a ball , rocking slowly, tears fall
my hands grab my head, am I in trouble, the yelling echos in my head
I look up and see the light, but I cant reach it
the only sound is the voice in my head,
I scream Please stop talking, I scream STOP!
I hold my breathe, 1 minute, 2 minutes exhale deep breathe in
open your eyes, stand up, leave those thoughts in the dark
You know it will come again, maybe less time
Written down: Come out, the world is right outside your door.
The child inside is an adult, fighting whats behind that closed door
This Life
Who would I be
if I didn't believe in my Christianity?
This is my journey unplanned
in the birthing of every child, every woman, every man.
Someone else, would be a dark, lost soul
searching for something that can make them whole.
Is there a God in Heaven above who sees
Christian, Islamic, Hebrew, Buddhist, Hinduist refugee like me?
I only know, I sense a feeling I can't dismiss
in the doubts that often persist
questioning a God's creative flow in the how and why life exists
this within me I sense and know.
My Next Life
There is a life that may yet be
might open my eyes to what I need to see,
the lessons experienced and learned at a cost,
love gained and lost
recovered and treasured in the coins random toss,
what will that life be when all is shared equally
is there nothing left of you and me?
I would start again, the saint, the sinner man
unawares of the prior life, I spent within a life span
still, I would find a way
to believe and pray
locked in life's perpetual dance
foolishly making the same mistakes of chance.
My Breath Flows in this Here and Now
This is a heartbeat fast and slow that I hear
yours and mine, alive, living loud and clear,
nothing makes us more of who we are
then past memories with all its scars,
I'm sorry for all I did, all I may have said
glad that time allows us to still look ahead,
I do believe God exists
God judges not
love gives me the courage to not resist,
perhaps in time,
with faith and understanding
I will find my way, my purpose to accept a creator's planning.
For Unseeking Seeker's contest
Doublethink beliefs
12/07/2021
Too tired, i thought io myself, to lance this wound again
So I'll let the sufferings flow where no good tidings go
And we'll call it a truce in the end.
Oh, tell me once more,
How this life of ours should go,
Cause the words fall to the floor anyhow
And the small town girl's turned penthouse femme fatale
Oh but we knew how these city streets howl faux freedoms
In the face of the soft-skinned and weak minds
But mine's been all the weaker for believing poison is love
And I drank the barrel dry till I went blind to the holy light
Damn these tears and this darkness of soul
But if that's the case babe, mine's been rolling in coal
Oh, I ain't a scholar, nor master of schemes
just a two-bit pauper with sprawling rock-candy dreams
the letters don't fall into place like they did once before
And I don't search for the gold in folk's smiles anymore
I've been drowning in sin and the lifeblood of all lies
Worst part's been hiding a lost soul behind brown eyes
Tell me honey, how's life been to you?
Well, the winds tell me the sound's still alive and well
Ah, but the wind ain't so kind in the dark when your wrapped in loneliness
And broken strings on a battered guitar have lost the will to tell the tale
New strings sell good, but you pay with your heart
Aren't we running out of pieces by now ?
Well baby, meet me on the corner of 5th and eternity beyond
Of the hope and fiery passion we learned to burn in till we went wild
And can you find your way back to the stars babe?
And can you take me back to our unscarred years
before we spilled the blood of dreams not yet born
Are you ready mama?
Whisper it to me low...
In that voice of a longin soul...
Let's go.
© Robert
Form:
It must be like any other Sad day in Lonelyville
So bad
The last of the 6 mangy Cats
Have shuffled past her open window
Some call her Ratty
Some call her Tatty
But to most she is known as Spinster Batty
She gets her kick's daily from throwing
Brick's and Barbs
At passing Cars
Because her family gave up visiting long ago
She has no friends and neighbors avoid her
But its hard to ignore her
Because she gets her kick's
Behind the anonymity of a computer screen
She exists solely as a troll online
Because she can't interact with human kind
For she revels in causing suffering
It makes her feel like she is a big deal
But here's the thing
Those she bates
Can still await at knock at there front door
Or a well timed telephone call
From a real person who wishes them well
While all she has
Is her Avatar as a Sleazy Troll
So scroll away
Dig away you poor lost soul
If it in anyway fills your gaping hole
I've been away too far from here.--
Taking chances in a crossroad pathways.
Never know where the phase will turn .
Losing or winning,chasing out my fears.
I'm a lost soul in a midst of darkness.
Living each day as a paradox.--
Human exception is an absurd features,
Grasping evidences that life's untold.
Walking alone,rain started to pour.
Washing each line of my faith.--
My limbs weakened and kneeled down in tears,
Lookin' back is my reflection in faint.
Trying to grasp the sand in my hands.
Each specks leak out impetuously.--
Dying to clear my vision faded in tears,
My reflection keep taunting me.---
I am tired and breath is few.--
My long journey has reached its due.
I'm ready to embrace the reflection I see...
The sea is waiting down there for me.--
We used to go shopping you and I.
Sometimes remembering I start to cry.
Those happy times, the fun of the past,
I didn’t realize it wouldn’t last.
I miss you, the YOU that was you
Not this distant lost soul I can’t even talk to
To share my opinion on the news of the day.
You think its best if I stay away.
If I made you worse it’d be a shame,
and I hate it you think your mother’s to blame
For some of your sickness, your state of despair.
Is it all because I rolled your hair?
This all sounds trivial and yet
As your mom, I have regrets.
If I could do over, I surely would;
I would be better, I know I could,
And we’d go shopping like we used to do.
We’d look at jeans, we’d look at shoes,
And we’d enjoy the bond we share.
You’d know I love you; I’ll always care.
Until then, I’ll step back, stay out of your way
Hoping you’ll invite me to go
Shopping one day.
~ Judy Bausch
To my left it stands weathered by seasons of time
Memories so many, absorbed in it's walls
Even a fire could not deny us of it's history
Ones thinks of the efforts to save this once fine structure
Now ram shackled to ruin, it brings tears to ones eyes
Built just before the Civil War, it hid many a lost soul
Many a storm caressed her wooden frame
Whilst sheltering beasts remained safe from nature's anger
Summertime's were so joyous with barn dances
Even weddings were celebrated within these walls
Sadly economics became it's downfall
My great grandfathers red barn, a shadow of it's former
As you travel through the mid west
There are many eyes like mine, viewing and sharing similar memories
The Trembling Best
I lay my heart upon the altar of the daily, grinding task,
Trying to be everything that the world and heavens ask.
I pour out every ounce of will, I stretch the tether thin,
Fighting back the hollow voice that whispers from within.
I give the best I have to give, with shaking, tired hands,
Tilling soil that feels like ash across the desert lands.
But even as I labor, there’s a phantom at my side,
A shadow born of all the times my spirit had to hide.
I am haunted by the "not enough," the fear I’ll miss the mark,
A flicker of uncertainty that shivers in the dark.
I wonder if they see the seams, the cracks within the mold,
The shivering of a person who is trying to be bold.
It’s an aching, heavy burden to be trying with your all,
While waiting for the gravity that dictates you must fall.
I second-guess the kindness and I over-read the stare,
Searching for a judgment in the very literal air.
I am a builder on a cliffside, working through the gale,
Terrified that everything I touch is bound to fail.
Yet I keep the hammer moving, and I keep the vision true,
Even when the doubt is thick and hides the open blue.
For there is a quiet courage in the person who persists,
While fighting through the inner fog and the psychological mists.
My best may feel like glass today, fragile, sharp, and clear,
But I’m standing in the furnace, and I’m working through the fear.
I’ll offer up this effort, though it’s wrapped in worry's chain,
And trust that God can see the gold beneath the mental strain.
I am insecure and striving, I am weary and I’m real—
A soul that’s learning how to trust the very things I feel.