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I gave my love to the Light
I loved a woman very, and for so long, she didn’t accept my feelings of love; I lost everything
Years have passed, and my life almost too, I lost my present life, but I can’t forget; goodbye
Hmm, my heart and soul lie like shards in a graveyard, I see this place often; death is a friend
I will die, killing me my love, this feeling the poison in my life
I won't drop this love, strangles like a boa constrictor; oh love
Yes, I don’t need it, but I just want; I need to forget everything
Oh light! I offer my love to you!
Please! Please! Please get it!
Take it off from my poor life!
Oh Light!
Save my life!
This is a great gift!
- From a suffering man -
Oh, Great Light, to you!
Get it!
Please!
Thank you!
Love you!
Keep it to yourself boy
whatever it is keep it
unsaid.
So many times I wanted to speak out
to criticize what felt wrong...
Probably would regret it
a few moments of harshness
with words sharp and strong
cutting down foolishness perceived.
Silence with a shrug.
Not my business, not my time, not my problem.
No opinion just ease into neutral
live and let live, if there is trouble
look away eyes closed. Problems are never
what they seem.
Mumbling now and then, a way to let off steam
no one understood, just laughed at me.
Mumble Jumble guy he is.
At school I was the turtle boy, pulling my
sweater over my head to disappear.
Mocked and hit but strangely safe
in a shell within my mind. Secured.
Recluse not shy. I talk, I speak, stay involved
enough to pass as normal. But never really say anything.
Spoken but unsaid are my words.
Hidden are my thoughts.
Secret are my feelings.
I would like to express myself in a rhythm of
poetic phrases but its best unsaid.
Bound under a revolving pain
Holding up my chin to prove am happy,
swirling up inside my own shell
haunted by the same feelings I held dear
Crying for relief as I dangle under the cliff of my own mind
Chained and buried in a sea of endless prejudice
I gasp under my hair,
Holding back droplets of tears that I wish
could just fall and set me free.
I disappoint my own self,
with every drop of tears, now an ocean.
With just a blink, my emotions are my enemy
One I will never rid myself of
And still, they never seize to negotiate with my actions.
The rain indeed hides tears,
The hours I wish they could just run freely
And comfort me.
I am my own stress, so I learnt, from the fragments of my wasted heartaches which grabs hold of my frail trembling heart
and pushes me back into thoughts I burnt and faded the ashes into the air
Could I be anymore crazier to crave for things that disrespect my feelings?
So I lay aimless in total surrender of feelings I cannot resist nor forget
Hope is my only friend; as I, my only nightmare!
Will I ever be enough? You see sometimes it feels like it’s just you and me. I turn around ready to flee the scene, so we can have the alone time I’ve seen plague my dreams. But we were never really alone were we? What I had failed to see was that she was always on your mind. I was never the priority. You tell me time and time again that “It was just a mistake” or “She’s nothing more than a friend” but you’re lying. She’s been in your bed. While I was stuck at the front door, banging my head in dread because your mom thinks we’re friends. But I failed to see the red. It’s really not your fault at all. I told myself these fantasies because I wanted you to call. But your phone always goes to voicemail instantly. I failed to see the twisted hypocrisy. I had to give up my friends for your fragile masculinity. But you never really forgot her scent and she is all you see in me. I’m your rebound. The drug to make you forget the sound of her voice. I drowned myself, it was all my choice. But I still had hope. Hope that maybe one day I could be the one in your dreams. You would see me for me and we would live happily. But that was merely a dream that I made up to convince myself to fight through the pain. All I was to you was a game. You were always so good at those. I could never beat you at Monopoly, Yahtzee, or Dominos. But every time we played, in me you would see her. I was never going to win and knew before we started. But, I played anyway because I was sick of being discarded. You kept me around simply because I was like just like her, my feelings disregarded. But again it’s my fault. I knew what you wanted. I was never going to be her, which made me feel gutted, but I stayed. I played your game and all I’m left with is the pain. She came back for you. You wiped me off like some piece of disgusting gum on your shoe. But still. Still, somehow I am hoping for a chance to be with you. Somehow I am no longer mad. I’m not even sad. The emotion I feel the most is numb. And the feeling won’t subside until my final days have begun, so here is to my only choice left, to run.
His touch is like a warm sunshine,
Filling the day with sweet insight.
Like the flower lifts up as a sign,
My heart soars toward the light.
His healing is like a gentle caress,
Soothing away all the pain and concern.
Like the clouds drift along to express,
My feelings flow with a tender discern.
His power is like the thoughts stirred,
Always vigorous and never giving up.
Like the authority I always find in His word,
My spirit is sustained by the buildup.
His wisdom is like the genuine faith,
Reminding me that I am His child of grace.
Like the mercy that lives in all He saith,
My joy bursts fuller with His sweet embrace.
His blessings are forever with me,
A constant source of guidance and love.
Like the whisper of soft waves on the sea,
My pearl of great worth comes from above.
War…the stench of death
How long?
How long will it fill our nostrils?
How long will the mothers cry
And babies die?
How many times will our young men
Be snatched away?
Their future riddled with shrapnel
Jagged metal pieces that ricochet
Into the hearts of those around
Tearing into dreams, and hopes
Gouging out promises of a better life
A future
How long….how long will the sound of war
Fill our ears with horror?
How long must we cower
As the powers that be
Play chess with our lives
A game in which
THERE ARE NO WINNERS!
WE DEMAND THE RIGHT TO LIVE!
OUR LIVES ARE JUST AS PRECIOUS
There is no First World
Second World
Third World price tags on human life
“I thought we all were children of GOD.”
ONE GOD
ONE!!!
The ravages of war live on
We are never the same
Walking wounded
With ugly scars that you see
And those that you can’t see
Are even more horrific
As they mark our marred minds
Showing we are insane
In constant pain
There is no gain
From WAR
Give us peace!
Give us a chance to live!
Like you….
We were made to be free, happy, fulfilled
We want to dream
We want to worship
We want to see tomorrow
Help us....
“I thought we all were, children of God.”
Eileen Manassian Ghali
The situation in the Middle East is volatile at the moment. Perhaps that is why the words of this song from Disney’s Hunch Back of Notre Dame, God Help the Outcasts, has been running around in my head all day. It depicts SO well my feelings towards the situation now. The sentences in quotation marks and the title are direct quotes from the song. Here is the link…LISTEN TO IT…and remember your BROTHERS AND SISTERS in the MIDDLE EAST who are not sure if tomorrow will dawn for them!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MEEpavnk7Uw
Having a wish to wake up very early;
At the time, when people get up barely
When the entire London will sleep,
And through the window I will peep.
I will get out for a walk gently
And also feel the magical dawn deeply.
After crossing few miles, with the pleasant feeling of breeze,-
Oh!at last I will reach the Westminster Bridge.
Ah!then what joyance will rain upon me;
Noone will be there to take share of my glee.
Gradually, the Sun will rise and brighten the surrounding,
With the first ray, the River Thames will be glowing.
The thriving city will start its regular journey,
But there I will dawdle, because I will be free;-
The serenity of Thames will make me energetic,
And help me forget the adventures which are sardonic.
At the end of the day, my feelings will be frail;
It will be thrilling, if I hear the Big Ben's bell.
Now I am so far away, but I promise
To make my dream true at Westminster Bridge.
Just as I’m nearing my Autumn years
There comes a moment echoed in my musings
Whispers of affection from the tears
Who have gathered to remind me that I have
Many memories to sort through,
Remember… just remember…
There were many seasons in vibrant hues
Caressing my memory, so beautiful
Like a kiss on the naked thoughts
Light whispering out through the oaks
Lingering on hearts who know
To remember is to hope
Remember… just remember…
Sunlight rushes in from the azure skies
Painting the scene in feathery frost
Feelings so tender they melt
Inside the warmth of these glimpses
Pale sighs releasing breaths
Of hope into my life
Remember… just remember…
Lifetimes being lived on a thought
Exhale and all has been lost
My memories tell of the many seasons
Spring and Summer – Fall and Winter
Seasons of recollection, reminiscence
Tricking through my mind, falling
Soft, like the rain – flowing
Over my thoughts, dripping
Remember… oh, just remember…
How beautiful are my thoughts?
Rich in tones of crimson, sapphire
Plentiful as the harvest of dreams
Spent lifting my spirit with faith
Reaching through my memories
Stroking the images awake
Flames of fading grace
Penetrating the past
Remember… just remember…
A photograph stills my thoughts
Each image brings a memory alive
Lifting my heart to earlier times
Faded fantasies flood my feelings
Tears stream down wrinkled cheeks
And I reach for the photograph
Sweetest dreams… the past
Lifting love from its place
Healing the pain, the ache
Grief that has been felt
Sorrow that leaves a mark
Memories fill my mind
Remember… just remember….
The mind is an abundant garden
Plants in all shades of gray
Browns and blues, darkness
And light, shadows fading
Filling my heart with thanks
For the chance to create
So many wonderful memories
Remember… just remember…
Love lives on these pages
Creased from endlessly turning
Each one over to be relived
Reimagined, re-experienced
Remember… just remember…
This is a prayer from
My Autumn years
So many blessings
So many tears
I wish I could just lean next you and tell you how I feel about you.
I wish I could whisper into your ear and tell you how much I love you.
I wish I could paint the future foe us.
I wish I could synchronize our dreams and vision for you to understand my feelings.
I wish I could share my thoughts and keep you in the loop of how I feel.
I wish could stars shine bright for you every night to make your night be as beautiful like you.
I wish I could share my breath so we die together.
I wish I could be your Shining sun when you need a brighter day.
I wish I could change this words into sound that will go deep into your ears.
I whish these words could find space in your heart and find rest in your mind.
I wish these words could sound better from my mouth for you to understand them.
I wish I could cast my thoughts differently even for the blind to see.
I wish I could let these words be heard in through the mountains and valleys of love.
I wish these words could stay forever in our hearts.
Let those who have love and faith nature and preserve these words.
I wish these words could stay forever in our hearts and in our minds.
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Suddenly I am aware of myself.
Where do I come from? Where am I going?
I cannot move. Some liquid surrounds me.
I drink the liquid. I grow as the liquid disappears.
I break my shell. I feel warmth, but I cannot move.
Another ball comes to me. We think to each other.
Soon things begin to change. I can walk. I can think.
We are on a planet named Earendel, a lovely place.
The other ball calls itself Plus Two and I am Plus One.
We need Minus One and Two. All four must stay together.
No reason is given. Perhaps the two Minus are in the ocean.
I look around and understand that high rocks shed water.
Water flows amongst purple trees. Their fruit is good.
We suck the water of the fruit from the purple tree.
Plus Two is anxious. We need to find Minus One and Two.
We walk to the ocean and all four meet. We form a circle.
Water churns, We drink the sweet ocean and suddenly
I become One, who sees, is tall, has two legs and is intelligent.
A super spaceship arrives. I must leave Earendel.
Our destination is on Herbig where cities abound.
I am a scientist they say. I must observe Earth. I learn
Their major languages, I observe their behavior,
Their love, their hate, their peace, their wars.
Then I am asked to go to Earth. What for? Find a solution.
They are hopeless. I am passed through a series of alterations
Until I take on the resemblance of a man. Disgusting, but
Those scientists must have changed my feelings.
I begin to walk the streets and hear their thoughts.
I need money, I need a house and above all I need a woman!
I am given all. And the woman I choose is lovely.
Of course, she is, she comes from Herbig too!!