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I don’t know who I am, but don’t know why you left me so fast
Keep accepting me back, believe me in the past
Woooah
I think we need to slow down
Drinking and thinking I jus wanna know how imma do this on my own
Used to wake up to you now I don’t know where I’m at
I still remember that trip, laughing and smiling with the Nike hat
I know you at the club thinking about me and it’s so sad
But just know I’m sitting in the basement. I’m down bad
Woahhh
Where are you going wearing all that going to a funeral I’m wearing all black
True I’m in the basement thinking about you and all I want is you back
Woah
Say you don’t love me no more. I’m just trying to put on a face.
Accept me back take your time. I know you need space
Woahh
Snake Oil Free Speech
by Odin Roark
Listen close
Here’s what’s going to happen
This is where the rubber leaves the road
The father gripping the wheel
The mother with Coleman cooler at her feet
Beach towels and blankets on her lap
Clueless children in the back seat
Smart-phone-games dumbing down consciousness
You’ll be cruising into the sunset
A barren swamp peppered countryside receding
As oncoming ocean depth
Reflects your personal blood-red sky
All the evil will vanish
As you leave the highway
Slip and slide the sandy road
Dodge beer cans and mistake’s exhausted condoms
Coming suddenly to destination’s end
Your transport will cough its last fumes of gas
Your seat’s cushy-springs will explode
Like coiled serpents in waiting
As icy breath clouds evil-singed windows
Welcome to your Last Stop Beach
Swollen with humanity’s layered dead-cell cake
Iced over with slathered Coppertone delusions
Past attempts at escape
Now but flotsam washed ashore
You’ll try to remain calm
But your virtual-arcade will quickly drown
Along with my Sunday morning radio voice
Gurgling a personal salvation promise
Just for you
And that’s what’s going to happen
The final waves will disappear your sorry lives
Until the awaited day of resurrection
For he told me so
After the dark night
The sun shines,makes the day bright.
After the rains,the trees go green
We see autumn, enjoy spring.
Changes were there and will be there
The gone are gone,who thinks and care?
A lot of sufferings happened in the past
There's no knowing, the incidents are so vast.
The cries and whining, sufferings and pain
Lives were lost,again and again.
A series of miseries, with lives lost
No one could save at any cost.
A disease so wild,spread far and wide
Like the ocean sees,waves and tide.
I wish,I could save those in need
I would have done my bit,indeed.
I wish,I could go back in time
To save the lost souls, every time.
The pandemic was dreadful and destructive
Due to lack of doses and preventive.
The pain of victims shakes the soul
To save them,I wish I could play my role.
Given a chance,ever again
I would make sure,the lost lives,regain.
I need to travel back in time,to save the lost lives
A thought in mind,always drives.
Men must know the value of time
To save others,live and shine.
The feeling of pains,a sense of regret
Reminds nothing,but helping is great...
Poem Title: Time Traveler
Sponsor: Tom Woody
Those voices in your head saying that you won't win this war
But knowing by who you're led you know that ain't the score
Feeling a bit bruised and beaten maybe even a little defeated
In those mistakes you're repeating leaving you a bit depleted
Maybe you feel that you have hit your limit but it's not over yet
Maybe you feel like wanting to quit, remember it's not over yet
Even in the thinking that you are finished you keep up the fight
His Glory can never be diminished, the only thing in your sight
Maybe you thought that the past was the game, set and match
But the Lord would never cast but instead He would try to catch
Long live the young at heart and blessed be those who are meek
Pitch in and do your part as would do the One that you so seek
Remember it's not over yet, keep running until the race is done
Keeping your eyes firmly set upon the Father and His only Son
Now out of that dark and into His Light with Hope still on the rise
For when the Lord is in your sight there's no need to believe lies
Based on the song, "It's not over yet" by For King and Country.
Great Song!!!
When our paths all start to part
And the sun shatters the dark
And everybody's dreams
Start to manifest
I'll be waiting here alone
Clutching strongly to my phone
In a haze
And slumping back to rest
So don't worry
I'll remember our best
When our golden age is dead
And all these feelings of dread
Come to light before my eyes
Like a fantasy
Even if you all forget
I'll be sure to make an etch
Upon my heart
And carry it inside
So don't worry
Those days will never die
When the past has soldiered on
And all of you have gone
And even if you all
Don't remember it
There's still someone stuck behind
In his memories; confined
Stuck in place
Forever guarding you
So don't worry
You're all inside me too
And when no one's looking back
Because it's all burnt to ash
And the happiest of times
Weigh one down like lead
I'll be here to lift that weight
So you all don't have to wait
You can go
And make something of light
So don't worry
I'll keep this burning bright
Oh Angelique my dear I remember you so well
The years have passed so fast and all too soon,
A particular incident that got out of hand, will now re-tell,
A day that went askew like air escaping a hot air balloon.
Jenny’s Travel in its hey-day, was held in esteem
Good clients spoke about us, to more than a few,
My mom joined me, we became a formidable team,
Took many clients to lunch, one of these I still rue!
I was far younger then, client my mom’s age,
She came with a partner, Angelique was one of our best,
My aunt knew Angelique she could be fun, the stage
Was set, we stupidly invited Aunty Maria the pesky pest!
Angelique introduced her companion John to us three,
My aunt well known for putting her foot in it,
Mom, and beetroot red me, well we had to agree,
Things looked odd, but what was next said, was bad I admit.
My Aunt Maria spoke with a heavy accented Greek tone,
Said she, you must have had John when you were young
Do you know he looks like you, I should have known,
He’s my boyfriend, Angelique said, watch your tongue!
Maria I quickly interrupted, it is half past one, you told
Me you had a doctors appointment, you’d better leave on the double
Or you’ll miss it, she understood that she was out of line and bold,
Guests got a tad bit drunk, we called a taxi, what a horrible muddle.
All was forgotten by the next sunny morn,
Angelique called, John enjoyed lunch, she thanked us,
Our business relationship steadfast and strong,
A storm in a teacup, finally free of stress and fuss.
DEATH OF LOVE
==============
For the past one month,
There is no sun rise in my world
For the past one week,
There is no breathing in my heart
Why all these and what for?
Cause she told me to
marry another girl in my life
What wrong with me? and
Why she told me in such a way?
Cause she is not belonging my caste
Yes. She is from a down trodden community
Whats wrong in it?
The olden,rotten creatures told
it is crime against Him and rituals.
Both we got married with ever paining hearts
But she dead at a sudden cause
her guilt has killed her peace and life
Oh! THE ROTTEN OLD PIGS
Not to cross on the life of lovers.
SAKTHI RAVICHANRAN
Shadows scare me on a daily basis
Give me hope instead of hopelessness
Alone, yet not on my own with my Father
This anguish inside will no longer bother
I am this plague,
Devoured by horrid lies
In me, I ache
Time flies and I go through my lows and highs
You are flawless
I can tell, miss
I’m down on my knees
Heal her completely please
Heartless lullabies
Remind me of your goodbyes
You’re my valley-vibrant halo
Hello, hello, hello – here’s an XO
The past, thankfully, is under control
I got to heal my scattered, shattered soul
Down on my knees, praying
I don’t know what I’m saying
But, You do
I love You
Shadows linger,
But the light of His Word is better
His light led to her
I’m left oh so unsure
When you think of the old past,
One by one the pictures flash;
Though they turn back the clock,
The hands of time won't crash.
Yesteryears are but a memory
Written in your heart and mind;
But history repeats itself,
You cannot leave it behind.
Yesterdays give you the morrows,
For that's what are they designed;
You can wait for the next day,
But not for the auld lang syne.
About one's humble beginnings,
His grand ambitions as well;
By blood and sweat, he soars
Toward triumph, all can tell.
When you dream of the future,
Either that is far or near;
Look back where you came from,
Reaching the goal without fear.
Happiness and heartache
In this life won't forever last;
In clear brightness, you shall see
The future of the past.
Act V: The Temptation of Power
FIRST PATRICIAN:
The treasury is ripe for subtle hands.
A favor here, a contract there—who sees?
SECOND PATRICIAN:
The Senate nods, the people scarce inquire.
Why shouldst thou not enjoy what fate bestows?
CONSUL MARCELLUS:
Enjoy? Is office now a gilded cup,
To drink from deep and spill upon the poor?
FIRST PATRICIAN:
Thou speak’st as if old Lucilius still lives.
His age is past. The world hath changed its face.
CONSUL MARCELLUS:
Yet virtue changes not, nor truth decays.
Though Lucilius sleeps beneath the stone,
His voice still echoes in my waking soul.
SECOND PATRICIAN:
A voice of dust. The living must prevail.
Wilt thou be ruled by shadows of the dead?
CONSUL MARCELLUS:
Nay, I am ruled by reason, not by ghosts.
But he was more than man—he was the flame
That lit my youth with honor’s sacred fire.
I sat beneath his olive tree and learned
That power is duty, not a feast for pride.
CHORUS:
O noble heart, beset by serpent tongues,
Hold fast the torch thy master placed in hand.
Let not the golden bribe eclipse the sun
Of justice, nor thy soul be bought with praise.
CONSUL MARCELLUS:
I see the path, though thorns may line its edge.
To walk with clean and upright steps is hard,
But easier than bearing guilt’s long chain.
I shall not stain the robe that Rome hath given,
Nor sell my name for fleeting luxury.
FIRST PATRICIAN:
Then thou art lost to dreams and pious lore.
SECOND PATRICIAN:
So be it. Others shall ascend in time.
CONSUL MARCELLUS:
O master, if thy shade can hear my vow,
Know that thy teachings live within my breast.
Though tempters come with honeyed words and gold,
I shall not bend, nor break beneath their weight.
Let Rome be ruled by men who still recall
That greatness lies in serving, not in gain.
CHORUS:
Thus virtue stands, though flatterers depart.
The seed once sown now blossoms in the sun.
And though the sage be dust, his wisdom breathes
In hearts made strong by truth and discipline.