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My problems
My emotions
My bottle
My Anchor.
Making this vessel
Too heavy.
Putting everyone
Around me
In danger.
Too much to carry.
Too difficult to control.
So I fasten it to my ankle
And overboard they go.
The weight feels endless.
But strength begins to grow.
With every stroke I surface
And rise from the depths below.
I feel the weight still linger.
But it can not hold me now.
With every surge of effort.
I break free and rise somehow.
The depths I was once lost in
Are no longer my domain
I surface with new wisdom
And find I'm not the same.
The anchor is still beside me
But now it can not bind.
For I have learned to carry
The burdens in my mind...
If there is anything I want besides love, it is justice
Over the years, I have sacrificed a lot for justice
Not at all for revenge, but for truth and acknowledgement
Not so much for what happened to me, but for others
Losses came in waves, there were a lot in the process
But, I have no regrets to haunt me or linger in my mind
Because, I still stand for justice with new things today
It has been my employment and also prominent in my life
If I can bring anyone relief from wrong doing, I have succeeded
In these ongoing days of turmoil throughout the world,
I can only pray that justice will be the key to bring peace
For it is when we face the truth, we heal
10/31/19
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This is the place where we first met so many decades ago.
This spot where I stand I saw your face in the evening light. I didn’t need the bright sun to know.
To know that there and then my life was changed and everything I thought I knew I didn’t know. To know that love consumed my heart. My mind would start to grow.
So many years, so many tears but together is still our stronghold. We know the thoughts of each other before those words of thoughts are told.
My life has been until now shared with you through hot and cold. We’ve relied on the strength of our love when dark times for us took hold.
My life from now will hold you dear and hold you until I can no longer hold. For your love is everything to me and forevermore will be the one thing that I will never let go.
Yes we did, we loved and loved with all our might.
We felt each other through all the pain, and lived in a space that only our hearts and minds can find.
We walked hand in hand, so happily, giving each other our love endlessly.
Yes, we went through it all and still we find that we love each other more.
This love we have is so huge, it fills us with so much energy that we might burst from the tune.
Like music in us, it sings our tune, making us want to smile so much.
The love music we have is sweet, it’s like the feeling of chocolate in our mouth.
It melts us into each making us want for more.
The sweetness of our love is something we can only understand.
Your hands on me make me feel like you have always been mine.
Maybe you have always been mine, and this is why I can’t get you out of my heart and mind.
Let's Thank God for our love and blessings, today and always on my mind.
Looking For Sleep
God, just let me sleep
I have counted a million sheep
Stared at the ceiling
Listened to the crickets chirping
Even went and got warm milk
Still sleep avoids me
My mind will not shut down for the night
What will Sharion do with Michael
How will the people go on
What word rhymes with pompous
So many stories running through my mind
Poems that need to be written
But, not at that moment
Not when my eyes should be closed
It is so bad I started taking notes on toilet paper
My little pad ran out hours ago
Another night gone
One sunbeam hitting me from the dawn
I just want to forget the world and sleep
Maybe I will just delete my book
Stop writing poems and stop thinking
Then my eyes will close and I will fall to sleep
At least until my baby starts crying
You told me something so horrible it keeps going
Through my mind.
When will it repose?
My brain feels like it's an electronic game
With my thoughts moving fast through a kind
Of fiber light wire that just won't close
I can't end the game.
Thoughts are now intertwind
And run wild through my head. Please,
Some one help me. I don't want to impose.
Look at what I became.
I thought I was thick skinned
With a purpose.
Now I don't even remember my name.
To late I learned I' m thin skinned.
I even have to watch the time for my next dose
Of medicine that is in a glass cabinet frame.
I am here to remind
People that there are those
Who love to play mind
Games.
Watch out for their kind
For words they transpose,
And transfer blame
On to some one they have confined
Hoping to bring shame
On a mind
They tried to rescind.
A sense a smell a vision,
Caught on my mind
Trapped in my skin, and it wants more
Craving to touch kiss and embrace
Magnetic attraction to your lips,
I want more need more crave for more.
Im falling deeply madly in your storms of emotions. And you:
You Lift me up like a helpless leaf in a hurricane, but I'm not afraid.
You are an adventure, exciting adventure ,my hands want to explore.
my touch to your body is smooth , hot like lava wandering up and down your volcanic body.
And I'm waiting for this explosion.
This soul shaking mind taking explosion
I hope you sense it
I hope you feel it
I'm burning burning for you u
Diverse ideas vie for fecund place
In my mind and heart these days,
Every new thought sees the next
As an invasive unwelcome guest.
And being a democratic fella at heart,
I just wouldn't wish to play major part
As judge if privilege and freedoms be
Basis why litigious kinsmen disagree.
To every thought there's natural right
Enshrined in legal folios beyond fight:
Any idea may claim an acre of mind,
In any random astute brain they find.
And so I a respecter of sacred things
Such as fragile rights of mute beings,
Must let every instreaming opinion in;
And call null their war and brutish din.
For, has not every sovereign thinker,
Rights of their own to soundly tinker,
And censor apt and odd notion alike,
That within their wild cranium spike?
We are apart separated by many miles away
Just the thought of you will have to get me through the day
But I try to work hard so time will pass by
I hope we’re together soon as I pray to the sky
I’m alone and I miss you so much
So tonight I will dream of your touch
All I have of you is in my head
I feel weak without you like I’ve been bled
The separation is painful and has a deep bite
All I have to comfort me is the cold lonely night
I’m alone and I miss you so much
So tonight I will dream of your touch
I try not to think about it but it’s all I can do
I’m totally miserable I just want to feel you
My mind wanders with thoughts of you and it puts on a show
If I don’t have your physical contact I can never grow
I’m alone and I miss you so much
So tonight I will dream of your touch
Out of the darkness and into the light
While I’m under hold my hand and make me all right
Your grip calms me from my stress
I need to sleep and have my twilight unconscious
I’m alone and I miss you so much
So tonight I will dream of your touch
Lines more lunatic than the sun – 9
for her
who looks most beautiful in red orna
i’m carrying the best wishes of those lilies
blooming on the iron-grill
When the blue-lotus is becoming more intense
within the rain pipe
i’ve lost the gate-pass of my earthly-birth
this world of secret inclinations and intentions
written in the letters of wild-jasmine
here to take a step
there is the ring-worms
to extend the hand
there is hydrophobia
so many nicknames for the boat-sinking
so many infiltrations
here the information from akrur catered much more
on the skin of masala-muri
than on the misti-dai
much more dance of the algebra
when by the hands
stolen from the sheep-herd
i’m sweeping the fallen leaves
it repeatedly comes to my mind today
that many market-price does not see me alive
even-then each powder-puff is scripting me
on the soap-water
Lines more lunatic than the sun – 10
then
owing to the pollen-grains
i can’t become a good goal-keeper
even a morning
overcastted with nimbus
does not walk
catching the finger of the clap of the thunder
courtesy the james-clip
in her malkosh is playing on
the caw
the news-paper hawker
the maid-servant
though with some different bonding
with some different lighting
so much lachrymose on the cover of the opposite-water
as if at the gate of the candle-manufacturing-plant
some one by the capsicum get attached
the well-being information of the bison that breaks easily
and after stealing some over-boundaries
from the store of the un-timely spring
mingles with the pages of physics
a ratnti-kali-puja
that’ve got titillations from the nail-polish
through the act of walking
i’m
as i can guess
going to become drunk-mad
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