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A Game Of Darts
Cigar smoke and darts swirl in the green dim glow
Red centered dot moving on the bar wall
Whiskey surreal fog hovers
Covers mistakes and age
Curse the target board and makers!
Old man curls the mustache for luck
Misses the mark while polishing off a draft
Gasps, head swimming, he tries again
In the cruel dungeon drinking hole
Saloon is guilty as usual for this misery
He walks home disgruntled
Kept straight by a crooked stick
Guided by anger
A whiskered figure grumbles; it’s only a game
Another lost soul and saloon loser
Five dollars is not the end of the world you know
I gave up on getting better.
because every time i try
I fall back in again
And I hate feeling like i just messed it up again
Like I just screwed all my progress with the laziness of my sin
I don’t wanna cut my skin
i don’t want to see scars in place of flesh
a constant reminder of what i am
a mess.
can’t be fixed
want to be better
-- sometimes --
but it’s just easier to crave the sadness
the pain
and i least i FEEL when i feel this way
i don't need me to hate me
to blame me
just another name on the list
because those don’t help, there’s enough on that list
and now i’m just angry
memories taint me
an ugly, neglected, disposable kind of color
that haunts my sheets
alone under the covers
I hate you and i miss you
but i know i’ll never again trust you
because you showed me
that i am not worthy of who you are
that you had better friends
now we just pretend…
I avoid you because it pains me to see you
to let myself think
i still know you
and i know i don’t
because the friend i know wouldn’t have done this to me
because she knows
personally
how that feels.
But maybe,
if i let my brain wonder
maybe she was curious how it felt
to be the other person
to have that power
to throttle them
then watch them seizure
gasping desperately for the air you took
for the friends you turned
for the confidence you killed
and i know
i know it's not The End of The World
and i know you weren’t my whole world
but you were the torch, the flashlight in the dark
that illuminated
and brought to life
me
and my life
and now i can’t see
stumbling around blindly
my eyes useless,
but pouring out a sea
and i am left to wonder
when the color,
now dimmed,
will once again be bright
be blinding
as it once was
and i wonder
When, again, will my passion burn?
as i sit and wait
for it to light up this earth
this cold, damp, stagnant world
with rain clouds looming low
and eyes full of sorrow
And clothe it with your heavenly bliss...so I can feel
the jubilance...on my once withering body
I was fragile and weak and no one cared... About me...
Except you...you bring me back gladness and vivacity...
I crave your undying radiance…
Your angelic, miraculous radiance
Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...
Hey x3
You clothe me up...
What's up with you today?
I'm naked and ashamed
Turn the other way...
'Cause today is not the only day
I feel so damn afraid...
But hey x3
You make me feel whole
How was your day?
Hopefully the sky wasn't a shade of gray
Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...
You blinked, but at least you weren't aware of my tragedy scene in Romeo and Juliet...
Or else, you'd see me dead, naked and ashamed
I sacrificed myself for you in that scene...it's not the end of the world...at least the message of the movie was somewhat optimistic
Like Juliet, you are so clever and romantic
Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...
We could be in a Shakespeare's future books if he were still alive today...
Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...
That would make our day a vibrant, dazzling day...now that would be classic!
The Carpenters in their time were defining,
Offered their fans so much more than more,
Uncanny that the words of this song keep returning,
For the brave Ukrainians, a heartfelt encore.
Why does the sun go on shining,
Why does the sea rush to shore?
Don't they know it's the end of the world
'Cause you don't love me anymore?
Why do people keep on sighing, God is all knowing
He is with, and loves each victim on either side,
Because of this war families are dying, HE is hurting,
That one man with ego changed a country’s tide
Why do the birds go on singing?
Why do the stars glow above?
Don't they know it's the end of the world?
It ended when I lost your love
First thing in the morning and every night
For their peace I am constantly praying,
How cruel to say goodbye to the who must fight,
Husbands, fathers, children or brothers, crying.
I wake up in the morning and I wonder
Why everything is the same as it was
I can't understand, no, I can't understand
How life goes on the way it does
So many widows, soldiers dying every day,
So many orphans from this uncalled slaughter,
Innocents whose lives have suddenly gone array,
I saw a man on the news, cradling his infant daughter.
Why does my heart go on beating?
Why do these eyes of mine cry?
Don't they know it's the end of the world?
It ended when you said goodbye
Don't they know it's the end of the world?
It ended when you said goodbye
The Ukrainians must win, no more goodbyes
Not the end of the world, but a new beginning,
For without a shadow of doubt the good guys,
Must live to record history, their pride rimming.
PS Inspired by the song sung by the Carpenters (IN ITALICS) THE END OF THE WORLD
just going to church every week ~ does not make you a better Christian
be grateful for everything that you have ~ because many have nothing
love and respect are not something that you can buy ~you have to earn them
our world leaders and politicians ~ do not bear the scars of battle
your clock of life is ticking and does not stop ~ do not waste a second
surely it is not the end of the world ~ if your team loses a game
always accept a gift ~ don't hurt someone's feelings by refusing it
the reward for kindness is the joy you bring ~ to someone else's heart
it is inevitable that you will grow old but think young ~ stay young
the only true winners in wartime ~are the arms manufacturers
machines make life easier ~ but cannot function without your input
Written 14th March 2021
None of these labels, titles or earthly things are a requirement to get into Heaven, Not None, so stop stressing over it. Nacho credit score, nacho degrees, nacho cars, nacho house, nacho race, nacho money, nacho age, nacho financial status, nacho CEO title, nacho president, governor, mayor, construction worker, plumber, hair stylist or mailman title. Nacho looks, nacho wigs or weaves, nacho 6 pack, diamond iced out necklace, or yo Moncler jacket. Nacho BBL or CDL. Nacho Cyber truck, dirty clothes, or clean shaven beard. Nacho Miss America title, private jet or yo smile. Nacho Superbowl ring and damn sho not no Oscar…
In this world, many want to achieve something. It is a desire to be rewarded with something that you have earned.
When you graduate from high school, you earn a diploma.
When you graduate from college, you earn a degree.
Sometimes when you excel at a job, you earn a raise and/or a promotion. Yet everyday, people overlook the fact that they are rewarded with God’s mercy and grace, yet can they actually say they’ve “earned” it? Our God is merciful, even when you don’t deserve it, He gives it. How Awesome is that?
Also, it’s amazing how everyone wants new stuff, more stuff, this stuff, that stuff… but, it’s nacho “stuff” that will get you into Heaven.
Do you know people cling and hold on to “stuff” for dear life. But you right, it’s yours, so be like the collection agency and keep collecting.
And as we all know, when you leave this world, it now becomes someone else’s “stuff.” You cannot take your “stuff” with you. Which means it will be left here for others to fuss over, fight over, hold on to, cherish, keep, give away or throw away.
Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying not to have nothing, accomplish nothing or it’s wrong to have nice things, God wants us to have nice things. All I’m saying is don't be obsessed, possessed, or stressed with or without these things. If something breaks or gets lost, it is not the end of the world.
Remember, it’s nacho stuff that goes to Heaven with you. Material things are replaceable, you are not.
When you've tried everything you could,
And you can't hold on any longer
When you've pushed yourself too hard,
And now you can't breathe
Just let go
It's not easy and it doesn't get any simpler,
Sometimes you want to stay and endure
But there are days you'll feel all your energy being consumed
You'll feel torn and discouraged,
So just let go
It's not the end of the world,
Life must move on
Take a simple step and just live like never before
Because sometimes it's not worth staying
It's better to let go
I promise it will hurt,
The tears will surely burn
Until your eyes run dry
But at the end of the day you'll be fine
Cause it was easier to let go
Just let it go,
It takes days to heal
But a lifetime of regrets having made the wrong decision
If its a question about your happiness
Then just let it go.
Decaphobia – fear of number 10, perhaps because the Roman numeral X is 10
Xinoaxphobia – fear of the letter X not to be confused with xenophobia
Xenophobia - fear of strangers or foreigners often confounded with
Xenonosocomiophobia – fear of foreign pickpockets sometimes correlated with
Xanthophobia – fear of yellow, word or colour, but distinct from word phobias
Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia - the fear of long words especially
Gerascophobia - the fear of getting old often associated with
Athazagoraphobia – a fear of something or other, I’ve forgotten what leading to
Pantophobia - which is basically a widespread fear of everything, but remember
Apocalypse anxiety is a real thing, but it’s not the end of the world.
It must be 8 years plus now
Without a lover
The touch of another
And I am 44 years of age
Do you think that is strange?
Because I know others do
I know people question
And given the circumstances so would I
What is wrong with him
Is he Arthur or is he Mather
But the simple truth is
I have become so good
At being on my own
My lust has gone
For putting upon
My happiness unto another
If I have made it thus far
And I set the bar above my station
Then what the hell
Is the point of letting go
Of what I am accustomed
What I have learned to miss
Yes I do miss
But I can live with
An empty bed
And the loneliness in my head
And my heart of heart's
That other's seem to can't
I am not blunt or dead inside
And the though of arriving home alone
Sows ever increasing regret
But I still haven't met
The 1 to break the cycle
And I don't think I ever will
And there is no pill
No epiphany
No solution
No resolution
But thankfully
I can rely on the fact
It doesn't consume my time
My shoulders are broad
And I can ill afford
To fall victim of love
Although everyone wants me 2
And so do i
But if it has not happened yet
Then so be it
It's not the end of the world
It is what it is
We all suffer from this annoying affliction.
Writers block can be challenging, like a junkie’s addiction.
A good garbage ink can do wonders for the soul.
Attaining perfection is not usually the goal.
Whether they are words of wisdom or a description of nature.
Some write about politics or their divine creator.
Try something different, try something new.
Keep forging ahead through the poetry blues.
Some words will flow and some will not.
It’s not the end of the world just work with what you’ve got.
Take a look around, soak it all in and grow.
Your muse will return and show you it’s glow.
When you least expect it, your words will just flow.
Don’t ever think that you’ve reached your plateau.
Your block will let loose of its stranglehold.
Your muse will come back with more words of gold.