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What on earth is going on over there, do you have something to share, what on earth is going on over there, you are acting as if you don’t care. Is there any good news for us? Is there any recipe in the cook book? She always has something new to cook.
There is food in the pantry but the drain is clogged up, you have to get the technician to remove the plug before the day is done so that you can get the food from the pantry.
The wine is fine but there are few berries on the vine. You have got to put in a new crop before the autumn ushers in. They have the grain, the water and the drain; they just need a helping hand to clear the land.
The drums are leaving the town and the villains are homeward bound, the oligarchs are surveying the place and the customers are running all over the place. Everyone is looking for the best price before they roll the production dice. The season for the “bleeding” can be so demanding when you have twenty meetings in one day and nothing positive is coming your way. Negative energy will make you sick, and kinetic energy will throw you off the cliff.
Oh, I almost forget the shares; India has rice and beans to spare some people dislike the frosting on the cake because some flavors are out of date.
The Indian rice is white and it is piling up to the sky, the people will starve to death if you don’t act before the break of Dawn.
Narendra Modi, the King of the East must gather his administration in front of the beast, to discuss the rice ban before starvation devastates the land.
We don’t understand the reason for the ban, is it to purge the bad people from the land? You cannot allow the good to suffer for the bad or you will leave the entire world sad.
Prime Minister Modi is a good man and he need all the rice to feed the 1.4 billion people on his land .
This has caused some disruption in the global supply market. This is what you should do to protect the horse and the shoe. Export half of your rice to the globe and keep the other half to nourish your people’s soul.
You can add an extra dollar to the price to compensate for the ruthless sacrifice, consult your loyal customers and apologize for the rice ban.
You must put the politics aside and serve the people with much delight. Send the people to plant more rice and rescind the global rice ban, Prime Minister Modi…lift the rice ban.
Bricks through windshields,
Darts through hanging pictures of me
And cracks in the photos, framed on the shelf
But they're not there physically
My trust makes a run for the hills
As the rumors start to spill
And I already turned the car around in my head
But my feet kept trekking forward instead
But it's not the steps I'm taking,
It's the cliff I'm headed towards
And it's not the drama-club romance I'm exaggerating,
It’s the other half of the book that you're not sharing
Between you and the everest I'm climbing towards,
The upward resistance leaves me floored
Between the green and the grave,
Remained the notebook paper I gave to you in which my heart was poured
This isn't a conversation,
It’s a notification
I’m surrendering to the serenity within the nicknames you call me
It’s a sickness I’m grappling with
I’m pausing in the realities I keep flowing in between
For dopamine and admittedly for attention
“Maybe from a hospital” she said
The skeletons are snoring in the closet,
My last chance suffocated in a locked garage
With carbon monoxide oozing from its edges
But I am the room I confine myself in
And why does it still feel cool to be doing this?
Like burning cash for a paper tube of toxic ash
My inner child's praying for an ounce of rebellion
But why do I still think this is an appealing part of me?
I've lost my shield to the sirens
They haunt me with an insidious passion
Come to me with a plan and say “we're doing it my way”
You have an empty mind bank with a hose for a throat full of words to spray
Run to the hills and see if I care
There's too many to die on
Where I can’t see you defending me over harm
This isn't what I wanted
And I can barely even feel you in my arms
How far am I from going back in time and holding your hand?
“Maybe from a hospital bed” she said
But I am the room I confine myself in
And so what if I have to do it in a gown?!
I like to escape to where I can manifest things
And in a heartbeat, I could conjure a blinding linoleum floor
With breath in the form of beeping sounds
You couldn't even wait until I drifted away
You couldn’t even wait until I drifted away
YOU COULDN'T EVEN WAIT UNTIL I DRIFTED AWAY
AND NOTHING I COULD’VE SAID WOULD’VE MADE YOU STAY
But you couldn’t even wait until I drifted away…
What if I kissed new lips?
What if those lips kissed my clit?
What if I got over you?
What would you do?
Half of you would think I never loved you
When in reality I placed only one above you
The other half would just laugh knowing I'm just not meant to be alone
And if you came home the key would still be in the same place
And a smile would replace the hidden frown on my face
And I could care less about the time as long as you were mine again
Though the trust would never be the same
You’d have to do so much to find the love again
Cause you under stand I couldn’t just love you again
You’d have to understand the tears I cried
The nights I wanted to call but never dialed
That one day I felt like I was gonna die
The days people asked how you were and I said things were fine
Cause in my mind it was just a few days
And you were just away
Until I realized I had no more tears to cry
And need to move on
What if I waited for you?
Would I be a fool?
I don’t want to move unless I'm in ya shadow
Why does this feel like a passionate battle?
You told me I was ya everything
The love of your life
Proposed to make me ya wife
And now life seems new
Don’t even know what to do
For five years I aint make a move without you
But you don’t want me
Or don’t need me
Called me talking bout you want to do you
What the fuq am I to do
When I realized you wasn’t happy I should left
But I was thinking to myself maybe this is a test
But the tests kept turning into pop quizzes
I been in this class five years and still ain’t winnin’
Thought I had you when you showed me the love in ya eyes
Then I found out it was only to make me smile
Cryin in the closet bout the love that used to be
Wondering to myself what happened to “we”
I knew the shiits been coming I been feelin’ it for weeks
I could feel it in your touch
See it in your eyes
And hear it when you speak
Yet I didn’t want to be the first to say goodbye
Every time I take a shower I break down and cry
Didn’t have the heart to go outside in the rain
Didn’t want anyone to see my pain
So I tucked my broken heart in my sock drawer behind those things I won’t need
no more
Still not really sure this is happening
I'm writing crazy love songs and I can’t sing
I need you to remember one thing
I loved you more than love loves love
Form:
Foundation.
Some old mythology says we are bound to find our twin flame or soul mate, before we are born.
Our true other half.
This journey is simply repeated until we do.
No matter who we end up with.
To become whole.
Could old myths be true?
Title:
Reincarnated Love
(A lone old voice whispers)
I write this for you to see in this lifetime because I couldn't find you, and my earthly time is nearly up
My beloved Mary Lee
I know you were born to meet me
On the twenty-six of November
A date, I'll know forevermore
As I look back
Like now and remember
For we shall be together
In The Great Nevermore
Sharing conversations and sweet kisses:
Even after Death visits,
And offers you a drink of his sacrilegious dark wine
To end all your beautiful days and glorious time
I just know we shall be together, like twinned pilgrims
In an eternal quest of hide and seek
Set forth in the silence, by a long remembered God
Lost somewhere in some surreal time stream
But together in insane spaces
In-Between
And as the soft capricious winds of Heaven
Change and dance like a wild Anna Pavlova
Between us
Creating a moving sea of love between our two pulsating souls
We shall know
In that very instance
Holding hands
Together, like first date lovers
In the universe's
Dust
That we can sing and dance together,
Forever
And be joyous in each and every form
For ours is a love story
Beyond the norm
A love story which will forever survive
Composed in golden italics and kept safely on gilded shelves, with so many others
Written in Enochian Archives
Stored beyond the Great Pillars
In a sacred tabernacle
By the pale blue Holy Sea
Our Eternal Sea
This I know because before I was born into physical form
You were written
Into my history
By my spirit guides
God and me
The woman I'm bound to always love and try to find
Whenever I'm reincarnated into mankind
The one soul betrothed to me
By an angel called, ADOEOET,
He who sings like a bird, who once whispered
Meet you true love
My beloved Mary Lee
So, see you in another lifetime
Your forever twin flame with no name
Whose loved is buried so deep no matter how many times
Life tries to bury me
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
IN HEAVEN....
Mom has gone to heaven
No more hospital No more Pain
She went to be with Jesus
She doesnt have to hurt again
Peace and Calm all around her
Only happiness is in store
She met up with her Sis & Mom
Who were waiting at heavens door
They took her to meet Jesus
They didnt want to make him wait
Together They gently guided her
Through the Pearly gates
When she saw him she was amazed
This made it all worth it even in the darkest days
She put her arms around him
& Looked upon his face
She mustered all her courage dignity and grace
She said "Father thank you for saving me
And bringing me to this magnificent place"
I have one request to pray
if with YOU thats OK
A message for those that I left behind
on that fatefull day
Tell them how much I LOVE them all
in my heart is where they'll STAY
each and everyone of u is LOVED in your own special way
Please Lord if its not to much trouble perhaps you could try
tell them NO need for sorrow No reason for them to cry
Let them know I enjoyed
Every moment of being their Mom
But Im asking them now for ME
To Try and move on
Each one if them etched in my memory FOREVER
didn't we have so many laughs and LOVE together?
You can do I taught you to be strong
Its with in THEM that my memory lives on
That they are wonderful I adore all of my precious kids
I NEED them to do ME a favor to go forward & to LIVE
If they waste all their time mourning
Theyll have nothing left to give
Tell them I am FINE Im having a grand old time
Never forget that I am FOREVER yours
And you ALL are forever MINE
I promise you we will embrace again just in given time
And Lastly Lord to the LOVE of my life
and my other half
Tell him ILL be waiting for HIM
to continue on OUR path
That our LOVE is true don't be sad
This statement I hope is reassuring
He is my soul mate my love my life
our LOVE will be enduring
I enjoyed every munute of being his wife
I will continue to do so here in our ETERNAL life
Only need to wait until he calls you to the light
Each and every one of them
Loyalty and LOVE they have shown
So proud to call you all mt OWN
Can u let them know
I am there right beside them
Theyll NEVER have to walk alone
Someday we WILL all be together again
In the place that is Gods home
Locked within a golden cage
Kept under lock and key
Cloaked with a dark veil
To hide me from the world
Kept in the darkness
In this cold prison.
Under watchful eyes
Gazes cold as ice
As I remain silent
Frightened to move
One false step
Would be my doom.
My only hope
My only light
My only simmer
Was the tiny gap
Between the veil
The light of the sun.
A warm gentle ray
Shines through the gap
Filling my feathery body
With a light of hope.
The slither of the sky
I saw with my own eyes
Blue as the clearest sea
Misty clouds drifted by.
It intrigued me
Brought luscious color
To my monochrome life
A sparkle filled my eye
As I felt a glow within
That light was hope.
Hope to spread my wings
Hope to break from my prison
Hope to tear free from oppression
Hope to break free of suppression
Hope to be who I was meant to be
Hope to make my own story.
This life given to me
I was not meant for
This unfair situation
This tyrant monarchy
That has caged me
That all ends now.
I lift my wings
I lift myself up
I fly back to charge
With all my strength
To break down the door.
With all my heart
With all my strength
A chirping battle cry
As I kept charging forth
Each strike to loosen
The lock that holds me.
Smash! Break! Crumble!
As the lock falls
I spring free
Wings wide
Spirits soars
Toward the window!
Through the window
Out into the world
Straight to the sky
THe sun shining bright
Welcoming me to the free world.
Tears flow down my beak
I sing a harmonious song
Of my newfound freedom
From my horrid prison
That held me down.
The sun speaks to me
"Sweet Nightingale,
I am happy that my light
Has given you hope
To break free from your prison
Your free to explore the world."
I could not be any happy
To finally break free
To have found the strength
To escape my tormentors
To follow my own path
Than the one previous planned.
The world now my oyster
Lands ready to be explored
Friends to find along the way
Adventures that await me
Dreams I've longed to come true
Love to find my other half.
It is now time
For this nightingale
To fly forth into the world
And begin her life's story
Her true life that she always wanted
Fly free now nightingale.
Preach - For Contest
I stood along this road
The only one that I have ever known
I met her in this street and kissed her for the first time on her lips
I walked along this path
And stumbled upon two heavy men
They grabbed me by the shoulders and dragged me into a black tinted van
I sat on a metal chair
My hands tied up behind my hurting back
They sat oppose to me and started pulling pictures of my dream
I watched in perplexity
As I saw her smile directly watching me
They asked me who you are and if I’m worth her loving golden heart
I shouted out my name
And told them I’m the protector of her dreams
With watchful eyes they motioned to continue suspiciously
I took a long deep breath
As I prepared to open my heart to two unknown men
they straightened up their backs and waited for me to gather all my thoughts
“I have searched all my life
and finally this girl has come to me
She’s everything I wished for, I just hope no one wakes me up from this dream
We understand each other
I don’t explain myself and she doesn’t either
we have this mutual understanding and respect and of course undying passion
I’m not here to control her
I’m here to support her and give her a shoulder
To carry her through life; not limit her and tell her don’t do stuff
I am her other half
I am never against her; I’m against the world for her
I am her guide, and she is my sunlight that shines the beauty of our love
We have each other’s backs
I know I can count on her whenever I needed her
And I’ll find support even when I try my best to hide the pain away
I exist to make her life
Smooth and beautiful, not harder and make her cry
Love is our natural instinct; No one gets bored of it because it’s forever growing.”
I finished with a grin
The two got up and stood each on a side
They pat me on the shoulders and let my hands free from all their hard made ties
“You can go now…
We apologize for the scare that we gave you
We approve of you and the heart she offered with her naked hands”
I left them with a smile
And realized they both were angels of love
I found her on that street, waiting for me with her golden eyes and warm embrace.
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Sami Helbaoui
6/13/2015
A world apart, a world alone, no one can even know how different I feel. I'm not real skinny, I'm not real pretty, or at least that's how I feel. I have some friends, and we're all close, but even then they can not begin to understand the difference. They accept me for who and what I am, but I can not. I hate it how my body can't just work right, how nothing goes as planned. I heal too fast, I heal too slow, my pain is eminent, there's no where to go. My face is fine, my arms are scarred. Some me, some him, some years apart. My legs are wrong, them I never show. A battlefield hit with mines, never right. My chest and back, are covered in scars, my stomach too. All this surgery, what do you do? I'm tired of going under, I'm tired of the knife. I'm tired of the nurses, and I'm tired of my life. I'm tired of being different, of being looked at as the fool. I'm tired of being misunderstood, I'm tired of not being “cool” enough. I take release in my art, but even that can't help. No matter how many lines I draw, or words I write, they can not stop this internal fight that is forever a raging tempest inside of me. Some nights a torrent of silver tears pours from my dark eyes, but no one can know, and will never know why. I know one who might understand. I call that person my best of friends. Not the absolute, but close enough. Hugs and cuddles and all that stuff. They're there when I need a good talking to, when I need to vent. When the worst of me pops out, I think of them to soothe my tired soul. A world apart, a world alone, I feel crooked down to the bone. We aren't alike, I and everyone else. I want a hand to hold, even just as a friend. The one who knows, and understands. I need them now, I need them here. And though we may never be together, I've always felt that way, though I remain silent in the painful silence that surrounds my bleeding heart. This friend is the one I need to see, my other half I need to be with. Not in romance, not in love, but in empathetic understanding of the curses that pour down from above. I know this person fairly well, and read this they shall. Perhaps they'll know of whom I speak, and from there we can condole. But until that day, I'm stuck alone with my tired, unhappy soul.
My dreams were that of nothing but your kiss.
A lingering essence soothing frayed edges of my heart.
Heaven couldn’t breach the wonder of your touching
hands. They tickle memories invoked by the scent of your breath
against my cheek. This is but the taste I crave every night, every time
I feel days too long since you’ve returned the other half of my soul.
The awe and wonder will never cease, mated souls
Destiny declared to me, that our love and fated kiss
could bring forth in our lives eternities timeless
bliss. I never knew that which seemed to be a heartless
world would provide a love that would become my very breath;
for surely I would die each night if I couldn’t wake and touch
your beautiful lips. For they are but the substance that touches
me to this world. They spew forth the nectar that feeds my soul.
With you I am Queen Nivea, crowned in baby’s breath
about my brow. A midnight summer's eve of magic kissing
the air about our pallet. In sleep I hear our heart
strings shimmering our own melodious melody of half time.
In you arms my slumber is light, every time
you nuzzle my nape, asleep yourself, your touch
stirs my blood from half doze to a stuttered heart
soaring reach. It's the dust of twilight that moves soul
music through our heated blood. Your fluttered kisses
wafts into this hot dream to wake me with a fairies breath
riding my senses like white fire. Though our breathing
may be labored, this is not a frenzied moment, languish in time
and savor the bouquet of miracles brushing your moon kissed
back. Miracle that you are the only one who could soften my touch
from the warrior I tried to be. You alone brought life to a soulless
husk; the balm and solvent that softened my calloused heart.
Now fully aware I reach to find your heart
beat, and find it shuddering to the pace of my breath.
Caress the plane of my face and nape as our souls
unite. Whisper the language of lovers every time.
Just never stop this Shakespearean dream touched
eve, our very reality exist based on this kiss.
Though our hearts beat in all consuming time,
your the force of my breath. You are my grace touched
body of life, my soul, who feeds this void with a kiss.
...The heathen knew not of his approach
until his men exploded out of the hills.
The foe tried to give fight, but siege-lines broke
as Prince Larren pilled up the kills,
they were not a true match for his will.
Chaos descended, the battle now a route,
in the milling madness, Larren was singled out.
Cut off from his fellows, ten heathens advanced,
Larren knew he had no decent prospects.
He leapt on his horse, fled to a near hill,
where he prepared for whatever came next,
but by now the heathern horde was wrecked.
The ten who had followed, all now lay dead,
for the first time that day, Larren cleared his head.
Half the horde lay lifeless down on the field,
the other half fled across a river
that sat by the citadel, their western border,
its waters roiled, churned, and shivered
with the melt-off of a long winter.
Most who went in vanished under the waves,
few made it across to live another day.
Larren turned then, and he faced the hills,
racing thoughts running through his mind,
the battle was won, the kingdom was safe,
he decided then that it was his time
to claim a life far from the royal grind.
He rode into the forest, galloping clear,
it had to be done, though his brother would tear.
He found the old road that he knew so well,
and stopped by a cliff, high above a stream.
His stripped off his armor, tossed it away,
the water swallowing the metal’s gleam,
it fell away like a vanishing dream.
Should any find it they would come to think
that they’re great Prince Larren had drowned in the drink.
He continued on until he found the house,
his sons busy at play in the front.
He saw Seras walk out, her belly swollen,
large enough to account for six months,
at the mere sight of him she was stunned.
He tied up his horse, walked up to her side,
swept her into his arms as she started to cry.
“You shouldn’t be here, your wide will be mad,”
she said as she clung to him tight.
Said he,“She was Larren’s wife, but Larren is ‘dead.’
The man here has but one family and wife,
gold and riches aren’t worth that sort of strife.
From now on I am Burren, a plain forester,
since you can’t be a princess, I’ll be a prince no more...”
CONCLUDES IN PART IV