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In this world, we encounter things in which we realize.
In this world, what lies within us, is only the facts of life.
Within this world, we are to overcome our fears and factualization.
And from within this world, I've have overcome the painful rifes:
My mother is like a psychiatric person who had stopped taking their medication
Because every time, she seems to be able to kill every day with her own self-frustration.
My father is like a hypocritical liar who cannot stick to one statement at a time
Because everything he says he will do to make everything better always just does the same
thing like my mother; another senseless crime.
My sister is like a prudent princess who has her ups and downs.
Because she is strong in what she believes in, along with the fact that she expects a lot out of
me and from all around.
My best friend is like a lost animal being driven away from the current of the sea,
Because she and I are no longer the best of friends we used to be.
My nephew is like the little angel that gave all his light to the earth
Because ever since he had shown his light, he had been called back Home to watch the
miracles rebirth.
My nephew's little brother is like a bundle of joy that constantly reminds me of his older
brother in respect and honor,
Because everything he did, every little laugh that came out of his little mouth, was as
inspiring as his older brother's voice that always pondered.
My friends are like those caffeine products that exceed excitement
Because every time I seem to have fallen down, they are always the ones to be my
enlightenment.
My enemies are like those prying voices that seem to try to break through my mind
Because with all their might they try to fill my life with echoing lies tend to become entwined.
My life is like a roller coaster that has its ups, downs, and also its broken stops from
dysfunction
Because of all the tragic twist and turns of events that are attracted to my distinction.
My reflection of my own self is like those lying mirrors found in a fun house, created to lie;
Because from things that I have been influenced with; lying comes very easily to me with no
one even bothering to ask why.
it's simply human nature our basic desire to understand
how it all works according to God's Universal plans
many people feel that if they're misunderstood they are unwanted and rejected
as its the knowledge of understanding and being understood
that makes them feel accepted and respected
to get understanding is to gain the knowledge and wisdom of life
to get the understanding that was given by the Lord Jesus Christ
to live life is the only way that the wisdom of life can be found
to experience the good and the bad to experience the ups and the downs
for wisdom is the principle cinder block in the foundation of life's understanding
the wisdom of life is the word of God and all that He's commanding
to obtain it, to attain it or to acquire it, for us to ultimately learn
to never assume for that's the enemy's tool is what we need to discern
to not make an ASS out of U and ME
but to walk in this life with a godly certainty
for what once was might not be what it is now
and what is now might not be what it may one day come to be
and what you once knew and what you now know won't necessarily be
what you may one day come to conceive
knowledge is power so make sure you obtain it with a godly understanding
knowledge leads to wisdom so make sure you attain it in the way that God is planning
to get true understanding it usually comes with a price
be it your time, your treasure, your talents there will be a sacrifice
just don't get distracted, please pay attention, stay focused and be on point
while seeking the knowledge, understanding and wisdom that to you God will appoint
in life there will be some struggle, some pain, some discomfort and some strife
just turn to God He's your Comforter, your Healer and your support in this journey called life
to get true understanding and not mankind's preconceived notions
to get true understanding and not just to survive on human emotions
just don't get caught up in thinking like the Pharisees with their man-made laws
God gave us His word and wisdom which has no apparent flaws
to get understanding abide by the teachings and the word of God
to get understanding is to let His words into your mind and heart
Hmmm...
I am alone again today.
Lately those days have become more and more gathered into weeks.
But...
I mustn't fear the creep of the still air upon my flattened seat.
Sooner or later, he comes a tired mess and sits and lays his head to rest.
Truly he tries to stay awake of the online courtship in front him.
But, what is the point of this internet dating if there is no flesh to touch,
No eyes to follow and no voice to try to assemble if the conversation is going well.
He is trying really hard though...
I wonder if the creep of same air bothers him more.
The creep of being old and feeling old, and becoming older...and lonelier.
His daughter sits on me as well.
Actually, she bides her time more than he does.
She still has that teenage depression lingering inside, I could feel her questions of why
seep;
Why doesn't he look at me, as he looks at her?
Why do I have to get up today for work?
Why do I feel sad inside...isn't there much more to life than this?
But her brain gets easily rambled by my squared eye watcher.
Giving and showing information; useful and useless.
It may give interesting media, but it surely takes much valued time.
At least she plays with me...
She spins me, while she rides and blurs her sights and dizzies her mind.
The still air gets removed and I get to breath in easy made happiness.
The one that kisses her on counted hours, comes and sits on my replica.
He would glide right next to her and that's the only time I get to feel the others leather.
Is that our kiss?
I don't sense anything though...
Maybe not enough life has seep into my look alike
to have these thought that I do.
Maybe...
Maybe these are not my thoughts.
But left over impressions?
You know they say that one theory of ghost, is very strong left over emotions.
They stay as an imprint in that area and has not faded away.
Then again...a ghost is a left behind soul...could I mix the ideas and call myself a ghost?
Hmmm
I am alone again today
Lately those days have become more and more...
Sooner or later I will become a ghost without a soul.
On a train going south on business
For what seemed an eternity,
I chanced upon a memorable man
Who changed the path of my destiny
He was itinerant to look at
With tatty coat and shabby shoes,
An unshaven face, his hair unkempt
And string, as a belt on his ‘trews’
He boarded the train, peoples heads dropped
For fear that his gaze they’d meet
He walked down the aisle, disappointed,
As no-one would give up a seat
I offered the seat beside me
He thanked me for making the space
I replied with a sincere ‘you’re welcome’
And a smile warmed his weathered face
He asked me about my journey
And I asked of his in return
I felt in my heart, that by talking to him
There was much about life I could learn
I bought us both refreshments
As he told of his life’s history,
Once in a while I would interject
With a small anecdote about me
Behind the shabby persona,
Was a man of intelligent mind
He’d lived on the edge in finance,
Made his fortune, left it behind
As his bank account grew he’d lost everything
His family, his friends, his wife
He’d found out, too late, and at great cost
That there was so much more to life
‘You have to stop and smell the roses,
Make some time for those you hold dear’
And as he spoke, down his rugged cheek
I saw the track of a small, salty tear
As we reached the end of our journey
He clasped my hand at our time to part,
He thanked me for my company
And told me I had a good heart
When I got to my lonely hotel room,
I called my daughters on the phone
And told them ‘we’ll be together soon
I’m taking some time off when I get home.’
Sometimes it takes a chance meeting
To give your whole life a shake
I felt I had met my ‘Hermes’
And now had decisions to make
When I got home, I made a decision
The missed years with my girls I’d amend,
My life took a different direction
All down to my indigent friend
You can’t judge a man on appearance
But if you look in their eyes you can,
I knew in the instant I gave up the seat
I had met a remarkable man.
Dear Marilyn,
Or should I say Norma Jean
Your birth name is mean
And I mean that in the most courteous way possible
Throughout life you overcame obstacles, critics, and obsessive fanatics
But your talent was yours alone; no one could have it
To start off, I'll say I'm maybe your biggest fan
Or maybe not, but in my mind, I'm your biggest fan
I can honestly say that there's never a day that goes by
When I didn't wish you were still alive
Maybe not as young, but all the more beautiful
Your presence on the silver screen was like poetry to me
I could admire your physique for a lifetime
Your eyes were mysterious
Your lips were like crimson kisses
Call me envious of every man that called you his mrs.
From Joe DiMiaggio
To James, to that Arthur guy
You must’ve been the biggest twinkle in a parent’s eye
If there’s anything I’ve learned from such a marvelous individual
It’s that you live life with the tools that make you your own individual
“Hot”, “sexy”, “fine”, huge understatements
My fascination with your amazing character takes me places
I could be obsessed…or just another kid with vivid hopes
They’ll never be another you, your lifestyle was beautiful
36 was way too soon
Some nights I wish on a blue moon
You hadn’t overdosed and left America in a comatose state of paranoia
That way I could possibly meet you in person
I dream too big it seems…tears may seem obscene
But that only shows how much you’ve inspired me
Lit the fire in me, set milestones for me
I’m not ashamed in saying you’re my biggest idol
A blonde work of art, no actress could play your part
Well, I guess I should come to my end
This letter seems a bit lengthy
Just shows how much this means to me
So to you, Madam Monroe
You sure put on one hell of a show
Sad to see you go….
But just know, I love you
Sincerely,
Trey Galen Evans
Form:
I feel as though I was born into a jungle not quite prepared for the wild. Sometimes
I ponder do I have to give into account for your sins. Somehow I think your early
departure clouded my judgement when it comes to my choices in men. I cant
pretend that I knew how your dying would affect me. It left me wondering if you
might've lived how different my life could have been. As I look in the mirror I get a
glimpse of your smile in my reflection. Why has it taken me years to try and
overcome my fears.No amount of glue can repair the permanent tear you left
imprinted in my heart. Why was I searching for you in them.Did it come from the
unoccupied space that was left after your death. You suffered while exhaling your
last breathe,Oh how I wept,Like you were that missing step I refused to take.Like a
solid punch to the chest,I know now God took you from me for the best.Still tears
wouldnt allow me to rest.I guess at the age of ten I took on a burden of looking for
my father,dad and he was dead.Oh how I wish I could re-write your life and re-edit
all the bad decisions you made,So maybe you've would have stayed. How did I pray
for the cancer to go away,yet it stole not only your health and but also your
soul.Thankfully God had more goals and for me write this chapter into life so I can
attain the goal of being a voice for more wounded souls.No longer yearning for your
arms to reassure me and console my world as a whole.Like a dove wings dipped in
gold,I have a story I just shared to rid me of feelings as the fatherless child,Grown
as a adult now,and no more blaming you,me! Just as a cage bird this poem has set
me free from all negativity!
Form:
I take my seat upon the bus
taking in my close surroundings,
the envious faces on the street
the ceaseless noise of tramping feet
envious stares from foreign eyes
trying hard to break the binds
held together by the ties
of life in a big city,
yes all of this from one quick peek
of common life from my bus seat....
There's quite a few en route today
i make a few assumptions,
the man in fresh ironed suit and tie
a briefcase or a bag of lies
slightly disheveled looking eyes
probably been out most the night
possibly a marriage fight
maybe afternoon delight?
or holding up the common fight
of life in a big city,
yes all of this from one quick peek
of secret lives from my bus seat....
A reflective face from near the front
holds my attention as my mind begins to wander,
never turning head around
for any loud disruptive sound
eyes fixed upon the ground
at gravel roads spinning round
is this city mighty pretty?
not so sure im feeling gritty
spent my money what a pity
is this life in a big city,
yes all of this from one quick peek
of desperate lives from my bus seat....
The bus doors creak into action
in walks a girl like a slow motion movie....
cursing the man on the end of the line
talking mean and looking fine
wish it was some other time
in some other place
i picture her in a tropical breeze
i pull out a ring she drops to her knees
love blossoming beneath the trees
im dreaming now help me please
im rudely awaken by a sneeze
the girl calls out
'next stop please'
and she's gone like wind and a feather
back into a bustling city street,
yes all of this from one quick peek
through poet's eyes from one bus seat....
Through Others Eyes
I often see him sitting there as I wander through the park. Always on the same bench, staring at the scene before him. His face mostly without expression, never smiling or acknowledging a ventured wave or nod. I wonder what thoughts and experiences are hidden behind the dark lenses that always cloak his eyes.
Today I stop and take a seat beside him. I am startled by his hello. I return his greeting and remark on the beauty of the day. He agrees and relates how much he enjoys the smell of the lilacs and the sound of the trees stirring in the breeze.
He likes to hear the traffic on the nearby street, and the voices that surround him as
they pass him by. He comments on the pigeons that scurry around our feet, looking for the next handout. I usually bring some bread crumbs he says as I know they will be waiting
I ask him if he lives nearby. He says no, he must take the bus to come here. A small price to pay to experience the life that lingers in the park he says. The days are ever changing and the sights and sounds do not repeat themselves. Life moves through here with bold steps he says. Much can be learned if we just sit and observe.
I must admit you see much more then me, I say. Much of what you see I pass by without cognizance. It is refreshing to observe things through others eyes.
I see the first sign of a smile Just a slight curling at the corners of his mouth. He rises and says he must be going. From his pocket, he withdraws a folded white cane and opens it to its fullest.
He turns in my direction, thanks me for the visit and says “I hope to see you again”.
Then with a muted tap, tap, tap, he slowly walks away.
Society says there is a certain way to live,
Has standards to whom and how we are to love.
But why do we follow someone else’s way,
If there is apparently only one person to answer to up above.
If God loves everyone on this earth,
And sees past everything including our flaws.
Then why when we don’t adhere to society’s rules,
Then we are scrutinized under society’s claws.
The outside layer of society seems so nice,
Likes to say we are a melting pot of diversity.
But deep down there is a certain list of unwritten rules,
If you don’t follow them your life is considered as perversity.
Certain rules and laws are bent depending on who you are and who you know,
We live in a society to which what you have is what your worth.
But everyone is equal and you can achieve your dreams,
Well that’s what is brainwashed into our heads from birth.
Society fails us because it is based on a foundation of lies,
Everyone is judge for what they do or say no room for drawing outside the lines.
We are convinced if we are different from the “normal”,
Then you should pretend to be something your not fearing to step on those society
landmines.
The fact that some people feel the need to hide a part of who they are,
Feeling ashamed for wanting to be themselves and to be a part of society’s proprieties.
That’s where society fails we are not open to different lifestyles or peoples choices,
But that’s what are one life should be a world filled with choices and varieties.
Form:
What is Life?
Why is it so cruel,
Yet so kind to us?
What is the meaning of Life?
And why is there Life?
Life throws many curves at us,
Both expected and unexpected.
How do you handle
All of Life’s curves?
Do you buckle down or stand strong?
What is Life worth?
Should Life be or not be?
Why did God create Life?
As all Life is
Life is needed and wanted.
In your Life,
What do you feel of it?
Do you feel you want Life,
Or like it is worthless?
It’s your Life, live it how you want.
As someone that has life,
I have tried to take it,
And not to have it.
That was the most horrible feeling,
Now I know my Life is worth living,
And so is yours.
What you do with your Life,
Is up to you.
You have control of it,
But please live your life,
Don’t do what many people try.
Life isn’t so bad,
You may think so,
But watch your Life,
Look at the good instead of the bad
Maybe what you see,
Will be a Life you want to live.
Life is precious
Don’t try to cheat it, you may get hurt.
So ask yourself this,
What good is in your life?
What you find
Will be something,
To live and love.
To live for, and to a life to love.
So don’t end your Life,
Live it to the fullest,
And look at the positive,
Not the negative.
One less person in the world
Means more unhappy people,
Which may lead to another loss.
So please keep Life going
With Joy, not death.
Written by:
Alicia Michelle Faunce