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Please don't screw this one up! Im sorry, Not another wor-Shut the whole up! I'm tired that of all the you say! I am not sorry, for the kindness and for the reflections, I have no one and nothing yes yes you tell me every day we all the world is ending but it's not its America with a lot of bots! Too much A.I and not enough love we get it, the day you have is only the day on your heart ! Some hurts and the world sit's there sipping their tea, That's ok you're drowning in open sea's but people are concerned with the people over sea's that have volunteered to be the eyes and ear's of the war that never cease to feel the hope they decided to give up in order to be seen as a hero or who have fallen prey to the lies that come for the ones controlling the pleads that have said on repeat.
The only problem is the invisible pain that is never treated, You take the tools given to you or thrown at you and make them into skill's or lessons, So tell me all the that's going wrong, tell me all the that I'm doing wrong! Point them out and shine your light, I hear that laughter and i see the stares, But i see the confusion in the eye's of those who don't get the joke. Go ahead and put my tears in your glass and make my life your entertaining for you, I wont choke on stage, I've been in this show for year, Not drama or sadness, Just me enjoying the view, Why are we sitting here? Because it's silent, Oh yeah this is a peaceful place. But this is an odd place, What's that noise? Why, that's our ride, Oh no need to get up. Just sit here with me and take this tea, This track it's beautiful, The sun just setting and you can hear the horn's. Oh no I laced that tea you couldn't move if you wanted to. What's that look for? Oh you thought the train was meant for us!? Oh no, this track as been abandoned for years..
Anyone can be here and enjoy the view, So lets chill, How can life just not get to you?. It's easy when you have been unmothered, unwanted, and unknown, Well you become numb and just not able to react in time for things after years of living you feel the pain of nothing, you stand on that edge of deep space and never think to jump but you just breath and just lay down. Because a bee can sting when you move, But when you stand still the unknown becomes unbothered.
Hovering close
To the brilliant hues
Scarlet and gold
Sapphire so bold
Purple and lilac, lavender
Vibrant and alive
Like the dancing fireflies
Soaring, singing delight
Reflecting the joy
Caressing petals, delicious
Cuisine, rich, exciting
Vibrating with sensations
Lively like the wind
Gentling every sunset
Erasing all distress
With the melody of hope
Kissing my wings
Awakening my dreams
Snatching morsels, relishing
Wishes, beckoning praise
For the wonders
Secret grace, remarkable
Subtle lights of fires
Breathing laughter, subtracting
Whispers of darkness
Removing the buds and pollen
Crosspollinating with passions
Ablaze and in fashion
Reassuring the clouds
As they drift on seas of azure
Soft and delicate, suspended
On air, breathing the potent
Scent of faith, elation
Replacing doubt
Flying, buzzing, energetic
Like a humming star
Stirring up the wonders
Peaceful thoughts
Drifting across the heavens
Calling out to be blessed
By the One who brings light
Removes the darkest night
Singles out a star, falling
Awakening the heart
To a rapture, a pure freedom
Found in the proof
His love is everlasting
I am the one who grows
Stronger and more alive
With each passing flower’s nutrients
Flowing through my veins
Feeding the queen who reigns
With silent comfort
The ambition strong, faithfully
Reaching beyond the mist
Seas of fog and rumors, vapors
Murmuring through the image
Busy with nourishing
Our queen, the one we believe
Is more important
Than ever was a king
Other than the One, the true king
Who created us to be bees!
Bee Creative Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Matt Caliri
May 28, 2022
February 5 Scripture Meditations Based on Numbers 33-36
Key Verse – Numbers 33:1 These are the journeys of the children of Israel, which went forth out of the land of Egypt with their armies under the hand of Moses and Aaron.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR BEING WITH ME IN MY JOURNEY
Thank You for being with me in my journey’s beginnings
Surely accompanying me with Your supreme reignings
Never leaving me; but driving me toward faith-gainings---
Please keep on guarding me from worldly dinings.
Thank You for being with me in my journey’s strivings
Surely helping me with Your spiritual movings
Never forsaking me; but pulling me toward trust-thrivings---
Please keep on protecting me from vain cleavings.
Thank You for being with me in my journey’s restings
Surely refreshing me with Your peaceful assistings
Never dropping me; but carrying me toward strength-hastings---
Please keep on defending me from carnal feastings.
Thank You for being with me in my journey’s goings
Surely propelling me with Your gracious doings
Never refusing me; but bringing me toward goodness-bestowings---
Please keep on guiding me from humanistic blowings.
Thank You for being with me in my journey’s strugglings
Surely upholding me with Your caring cradlings
Never abandoning me; but leading me toward sincere humblings---
Please keep on hedging me from destructive meddlings.
Thank You for being with me in my journey’s languishings
Surely cheering me with Your heavenly vanquishing and pushings
Never neglecting me; but prodding me toward provision-replenishings---
Please keep on covering me from deceptive furnishings.
February 5, 2022
Between the ground and the sky
a glittery orb floating in the sea of gems
It is a dream of gliding on an azure floor
Upper and lower snow clouds
Floating with me, dark and sluggish
The twilight faded evenly.
Illuminating the wintry landscape
In the bleak pines, brilliant shards shine
The wood mouse looks for red blossoms
Sparkling spires in spotless snow
frowning from a gnarled oak tree on top
A tawny owl watches them in close vicinity.
The golden dawn brightens the wintry realm
Sparkling shards adorn somber pine
Wood mice look for crimson blossoms
Sparkling sprinklers on soft, spotless snow
Frowning from a gnarled oak tree
A tawny owl keeps a careful eye on them.
The water flowed slowly yet forcefully
over graves near the smoldering flowers
peaceful spaces with vivid colors
When pressed, he listened to his inner voice
This dense forest crossed the Sans Blunder
They chat as they would normally do
Slightly shifting the shade of span sight.
Your silent forewarnings of impending doom
waves of despair and angry yellow
as warning lights for stormy oceans
Leaden skies and torpid pain soothe my heart
hearts exploding with love beyond space
sprinkle sparkles on the moon
The needy hands filled the voids with painful silence
Inked in dark ink, unattainable solace
They converse without paying attention to them
I empathize with your suffering
Do you feel what I am saying?
Written: November 19, 2022
Tongues are magical, when it calm down stress:
Magical tongues wrap body's tempered soul,
To soothe what loneliness' fright might oppress
And massage beast single's life can't make whole.
Tongues do twist to tour around daringly,
With eagerness; there is something to loose...
Peaceful touching flare, caress caringly
Conscious guest, gut can easily seduce
At standby quietly waiting to turn on,
The still feelings that never walk away
Unto restored spirit of gleeful fun...
Except if death calls, it never decay.
Magical tongues always lift and dust off
Dying will of restless bids, when flesh cough...
Now starved of sleep I watch the shadows creep,
this selfish heart now seething with desire,
beats and beats - relentless thrums grow deep-
they hide, oh how they hide inside the fire!
Then...peaceful in the meadow is this gloom,
in lunar lumen's self-defining light,
that cowers from the truth that dwells at noon
in one forgotten moment of its flight.
Precocious shadows sweep the slumbered fields,
like children of the day that tease the sun,
to loose the resurrection that it yields
while owls of conscience watch which way I run.
As moonlit meadows wander in my dreams,
my peaceful posture's not quite what it seems...
In the chambers dying salted wounds slowly weep
looking through the keyhole beholding darkness
touching cold chilling bites teeth
snarling growls within ache an animal of pain
Fingers of ice slither over one's soul
shivering the timbers feeling worthless
grabbing out gasping for light
clutching aimlessly at straws
A godless affliction inside
empty suffering cries wishing upon a star
believing on beauty on a cold dark night
growling murmurs within oneself
whispering in voices carried on the wind
Finding comfort in sadness
a fragile presence exists in an empty vessel
moonlight the host where shadows hover
clouding judgement hides the light of the sky
smiling through clouds haunted visions
creep inside shadows fears are realized
Distorted images dead mirror images
a chilling sacrifice of blood
gripping at the heart of beauty cries
a ghost suffering reaches out
strangely guarded in nightly whispers
clothed in grey rising out of the night
A reaper's knuckle echoes heavy
on chamber's door of mansion or mausoleum
knocking down the entrance to heaven and hell
a heart attacked fever rising chills subsiding
back and forth visions delirious
Running from a nightmare to capture a dream
holding hope in fingers of the imprisoned soul
once washed away in despair's tears
a stain of belief lingered
carried along on wings of the wind
Hidden in shadows waiting to whisper
painful voices masking truth cloaking beauty
hollow thoughts burn and scar
healing as time itself passes away
peaceful slumber now overtakes inner nightmares
Under lasting moonlight the stars keep promises
wishes granted as dreams come alive
dark clouds parting the pathway home
heaven's winds sail the vessel
rising upon crystal waves of white
fleeing the chains to freedom
turning silver key opening eternity's glow
clear light beautifully blinding
Written by: Liam McDaid & Kelly Deschler
I sat, all peaceful and calm
It was in the evening and it was warm
I opened a book and turned a few pages
Then, I let out a sign and let my mind make up images
I was bored
I felt old
Sitting always in the orangery
Sitting and waiting like the lonely
I turned my head and looked at the skies
And I dreamed of paradise
I dreamed of angels
Laughing and chiming bells
Of Gods and Goddesses
Being all in love and ageless
Of Time and its eternal nature
Of each day being like an adventure
Of protection
From all abomination
Of beauty
In its immensity
A life in paradise
For such I did wish
For such I did yearn
A life lived like the butterflies
All graceful, with talent in bountiful
With solace and grace
A life lived by writing many a poem
Many, many, many more of them!
Why, should we be envious of the other world
Someday we shall be there
Someday we shall be there
Pray, have faith in the reward that we shall earn!
INSURRECTION
There was absence of nonviolent intent exhorting fierce opposition
Fanning the flame of loathing and disunion fueling a grim situation
Not one listened to the voice which implored for reason and sanity
They heard the gavel evenly struck but nobody heeded the decree
Among mobs of the disenchanted the Authoritarian falsely grieved
Planted noxious seeds in the souls of those who fervently believed
Embodies evil enticing mesmerized ill-informed disciples to imbibe
Drank his wine of toxicity and deceit and pledge to fortify the tribe
Peaceful transition of power mangled by insurgents altering reality
Shards of glass blood on faces and banners of lies unfurled enmity
Heroes defended the gate overwhelmed by an invasion of savages
In concealed haven lawmakers feared for life if seized as hostages
Within a flash heads rush turning rage into madness inciting revolt
Pointing fingers at faces who aptly believe the validity of the result
Eyes wearing blinders defied not to listen bent in declaring a battle
Blemished the foundation of democracy and justice intended for all
Those who worship freedom aptly stood up against seditious storm
Laid down wreaths and red roses for a warrior masses sadly mourn
There is space for reconciliation allowing wound to heal in due time
While this page in history fades optimism awaits arrival of sunshine
*the incident has passed, yet the effect has been carved in the hearts and minds of those who endeavor peace and prosperity, not war*
01/25/2021
5:09 p.m.
Riviera Beach, Florida
USA
Today I learned that all is naught, and naught is all..
I have been seeking, unconsciously, unaware,
Only to learn that all that I ever wanted to be was a seeker,
Out ward lies but a pale reflection of the magnificent kingdoms that reside within,
And here I was seeking scraps amongst the ruins that the fake outside threw at me,
While the bounty lies untouched, getting duskier, murkier, and fading to be lost forever, without a trace,
With millions of padlocks of ignorant births vying to seal it shut, before my very eyes while I watched impassively mesmerized by the play,
how miserably blind have I been and how deaf,
To the truth hidden in plain sight, and the song of truth hidden in the silence.
How badly I have missed the pacific embrace of my maker, the liberating, exhilarating, peaceful.
Yes I have always had a feeling of being watched by a million eyes, which is spied through the corners of my own, and heard hushed muffled cries felt warm tears being shed every time I fell.
How many bewildering disguises exclusively designed to fool me?
What a fool I have been to think I was a nobody, when there is somebody as badly in need of me, as badly as I am in need of he.
He who cast me out of my perfectitude, into the microcosm of infinitesimallity .
Only to quietly but surely blow me back the way from whence I came,
Like a dry leaf moves so mildly in a breeze as though on its own accord.
His disguises fast wear thin as I see him in all, I shall catch him soon..
For him, I have long sought, he who taught me,
Naught is all and all is naught.