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Living is for me, the first act of courage that I indulge in
Why, better off would I have been,
There, in that world, which acts as my screen
My screen, helping me revolve around a mirage!
Pray, courage is for me, swallowing my pride
And my gulp
And pretending to love the ride
Pretending to have not noticed that life is a trap
Courage is for me, the smile I wear on my face
Pretending to be made of warmth
To be able to give the lost and the cold, an embrace
While hiding my emptiness behind a stoic endurance
Courage is for me, daring to open my mouth and blurt
That which is rooted in my throat
Yes, for I am an introvert
One having a tendency to introspect
As it is, is life not a harsh thing
See the wars, the crimes, the hatred
Why, courage is smiling and pretending that everything is fine
When the need to find a cure is pulsating in each of our hearts!
Courage is living knowing that death is around the corner
That life, however much secure we try to make it
Remains uncertain
That in the end, we are to feel the pain!
As it is, the meaning of existence is yet to be deciphered
I trust somehow, one day, the higher powers we angered
Now, we are to suffer the consequences of our actions
We are to live, plagued by miseries, yet, we are to smile courageously
Courage is the first act of living
Living and facing each day, taking it as a new one!
12 Dec 2016
Mysteries of bliss,
Why does joy's cool shiver heal?
Whitney's breathless song
Whispers down my back,
Zipping along my spine's track
Mysteries of Bliss.
Emotions ablaze,
Clutching my chest, my heart blaze
rapture burning flame.
In your screams, I heard,
Torn scars etched upon your soul~
My heart bled for you.
Thirst quenched, love blossoms,
Screams silenced, scars find solace,
Unbreakable bond.
Thirst plagued my spirit,
I delved deep, wellsprings of care,
Bloomed, together whole.
Aching feet find rest,
My hands caress away stress~
Love heals, makes us blessed
Glimmers of insight,
Mirror unveils hidden truths~
Sadness, now set free.
Serenade at dawn
Now just faint whispers at night
Loneliness takes hold
Lost in whispered breeze,
Songbird's perch, weeping willows
Silent garden mourns.
In strokes of anguish,
A soul finds solace, unbound,
Blotched palette, reborn.
Flowing such a gentle brook.
Disasters have plagued our planet since the dawn of time,
When primitive creatures rose from primordial slime,
And a comet came down to hit a dinosaur’s head,
Causing a headache so bad, he was better off dead.
So, he asked the plain question, “to be or not to be?”
And invented Tylenol with codeine, number three.
Before you know it, Mount Vesuvius exploded,
And many kilometers of magma unloaded.
Thousands were inundated - a woeful loss of life,
One man frozen stiff forever with his neighbor’s wife.
The Chicago Fire was equally terrible.
To be cooked alive is certainly unbearable.
As disasters go, this undoubtedly qualifies.
Mrs. O’Leary’s cow did publicly apologize.
When the South Fork Dam breached, to people’s worst fears,
The Johnstown Flood immersed folks here and there to their ears.
If you happened to be shorter than five foot-seven,
You saw a few fish, and then you went up to heaven.
This holiday season, some fun you may wish to poke
At me, as you might Scrooge or Grinch, but this ain’t no joke.
Prepare for a worse catastrophe, never seen before,
One you can’t ignore, which will knock you right to the floor,
Let me underscore, get ready, there’s food to store…for
The Great California Quake of Twenty-Twenty Four.
Spelunking in an uncharted cave,
the earth shakes;
my flashlight shuts down
and I feel my way
through a tactile ebony darkness.
A chill seeps into my bones;
sending a shiver up my spine
as scary thoughts occupy my mind.
And an emptiness
hollows out my soul,
cutting, my anchor line to reality.
Fear drips from my pores;
pooling in my heart
where hope drowns.
Feeling forsaken,
and abandoned to my fate;
solitude is oppressive and all-consuming.
I'm trapped; entombed in the bowels
of a collapsed cave,
and my heart cries out
for the faintest glimmer of light.
Plagued by fear and anxieties
I sense evil lurking
in the ebon shadows;
instantly paralyzing reason.
And I feel strangled;
as an oppressive blackness,
chokes me; leaving me gasping,
while I slowly run out of air.
When sowing in a fallow field
A bumper crop you'll hope to yield
For many folks, do a good deed
Think of others when planting seed
No two days will e'er be the same
The farmer always takes the blame
Some crops are never meant for feed
Think of others when planting seed
Share your harvest and you will find
Daily blessings for being kind
Don't desire avarice or greed
Think of others when planting seed
If one crop withers and then fails
Plant again, persistence prevails
Take this warning for you should heed
Think of others when planting seed
Do not have a bad attitude
For everything show gratitude
Tomorrow you just might succeed
Think of others when planting seed
May your garden be filled with sprouts
And your days not be plagued by doubts
Do not allow contempt to breed
Think of others when planting seed
Your days will bear sweet ripened fruit
And grow when love has taken root
Keep your field free of tangled weeds
Think of others when planting seeds
Squirrels darting, dead of night.
Vivid velvet curtains of mist indistinguishable from city fog adorned, a courageous jogger, Addison.
Marsh light mirage appeared to beckon to canvass of the mind
“I’ll find myself deep within one day or precisely one night.”
Addison, was a jogger who could be imagined by the most colourful imaginations.
A person who ran, jogged, sprinted with crystalline clear visions.
“Ironic, I must connect somehow in every environment.”
Her slim svelte surging figure aptly attired for a wetland plagued by a city scape of habitats.
Just on the fringe of a sizeable town entering a 2025 empowerment.
Yet she seemed ostracized for whatever
reason quaintly excluded.
“My issue seems that I have been evaluating all around me.”
Addison tribe, circles, connects were many.
Yet the dimensions of personal constellation etc would taunt a canvass painter.
Her sister, an accomplished painter appeared to be intimidated by her feisty sister’s midnight trekking or solo runs.
A ballooning complexity didn’t interfere with her job as a new age clairvoyant.
Allied to her other aura surrounding healing skills.
“But here I am channeling for everyone bar myself.”
This angel glow mystery of a runner
Her images reflect in mud spume pools.
The micro burn of fireflies, the crickets clucking incessantly.
Sinister birds perched on trees a watch tower.
“One thing can’t does is paint
Leave that to my twin sister.”
Addison did a swerve, a torsion but fortunately avoided any injury or strain
“Goodness, a black eagle winked at me.”
Addison to her said.
A ghostly gothic gust of wind with a shrill high pitch appears.
Like background music
A grey splattered sweat from Addison’s brow was wiped by her as continuum.
It was so therapeutic for Addison this weekly fly by night.
Damp, sprays, squelching, soggy patches prevailed.
“I can have it both ways.
I seem at home here.”
Addison wondering aloud.
What exactly were the somersaults in her mind?
The ecosystem seemed like an imprint.
Yet I dream of this incongruous dash.”
I should be sleeping,
Softly drifting into peaceful dreaming,
But I’m awake with a jagged leaning
To trade in my rest and fight what I'm feeling.
The shadows are creeping,
Across the floor where the light is seeping,
The silent watch that the walls are keeping
Is a heavy price for the soul I'm reaping.
I’m plagued by flickers of fictitious whispers,
The static hiss of a thousand blisters,
A hollow chorus sings in the ghostly distance
Twisting the air into brittle splinters.
The silence is breaking,
To the rhythm of an empty aching,
Between the giving and the taking,
I’m just the ghost of my own making.
Hello, my friend. It's me, hope,
From the earth's dizzying height,
I gazed longingly into the abyss
And saw you lying in despair's ruins.
Your spirit is broken.
Allegiance sworn to faith,
A soft fabric now worn ragged.
I know you're fearful
And plagued with paralyzing feelings
Of gloom and anguish.
I heard that desperate voice
Within you
Crying out to me
From a stygian, all-consuming darkness.
You're lost in a heaping rubble below,
But I still see you,
For you, I've written a note
The wind beneath my wings
Shall drift to you.
With my message,
I aim to pull you out
From the undertow of desolation,
To ease your mind
As things aren't as bad as they seem.
Bathe in my scintillating light!
I promise you,
The veil of darkness shall lift.
Now that I've found you,
I will never forsake you.
Have patience.
Have faith in me
And I'll give you wings
To fly, to float along
In the sky
With me.
Verse 1
Yo, it’s Jacksonville, where shadows linger long,
The streets whisper tales, but we gotta stay strong,
From 103rd where the echoes of pain,
A fatal shot fired, left families in chains.
Once the crime peaked, like a wave at the beach,
But hope washed up, yeah, it’s within reach.
Homicides fell, yeah, we fought and we bled,
But violence creepin’ back, heavy thoughts in our heads.
Fast food fronts, where the masked faces lurk,
Caught in the hustle, feel the pressure, it’s work,
Armed robberies striking, they’re takin’ our dreams,
While the city stays silent, plagued by sirens and screams.
A woman caught in crossfire, what’s the plan?
We gotta rise up, unite, it’s a call to the land.
Jacksonville’s a canvas, painted in gray,
But in the heart of the struggle, we find a way.
Chorus
In these streets where we hustle, where the struggle is real,
We’re dreamin’ of a change, yeah, we’re searchin’ for heal.
From the blocks to the beaches, we’ll rise from the ground,
Jacksonville’s resilience is the strength we’ve found.
Verse 2
The Avenues mall, it’s a spot where they caught,
A shootin’ that rattled, left the city distraught.
But we breathe life in the face of the fight,
Combatin’ the darkness, ignitin’ the light.
From Moncrief to Beach, we’re takin’ a stand,
Gather ‘round the youth, let’s uplift our own hands.
Targeted violence? Nah, we aiming for peace,
In a world full of chaos, we yearn for release.
We navigate these streets with our eyes to the sky,
Mapping out a vision, no more askin’ why.
The cycle’s gotta break, we’re the change that we seek,
In the land of the bold, where the strong never weak.
Through the stories of pain, we’ll weep and we’ll hope,
In the ink of our struggle, learnin’ how to cope.
So let’s build up our city, brick by brick,
In Jacksonville, Florida, we’re stronger, that’s it.
Chorus
In these streets where we hustle, where the struggle is real,
We’re dreamin’ of a change, yeah, we’re searchin’ for heal.
From the blocks to the beaches, we’ll rise from the ground,
Jacksonville’s resilience is the strength we’ve found.
Outro
Yeah, this is a call for our people to stand,
Through the trials we face, united hand in hand.
Jacksonville, rise up, let the world know our name,
In the heart of the struggle, we’ll ignite the flame.
The gentle giant
Towered above his friends
Six foot four, mammoth
His size lost on the truth
Of his kindness
He was mild and tender
Like the elephant
His spirit whispered
Instead of screaming
He was mellow
Like serenity, soothing
Michael, named for an angel
He was wise and strong
Laughing instead of crying
When the truth was
He could feel the tears
He was bleeding grief
That left him weak and forlorn
Poignant thoughts plagued him
Never allowing him to know
The peace that flowed freely
Inside the rest of our souls
The gentle giant
Lost in a raging war
With the bottle
The one who owned his hope
And colored his thoughts
In black cold dread
Darkness that stormed
Inside of his head
Leaving him lonely and sad
Like the living dead
There would be years of fighting
His head and heart were at war
With his need for a taste of the dark
Collected in his thoughts, his heart
Where there would be self-destruct
Claiming his joy and happiness
Feeding the flames of ungratefulness
Darkening the way toward grace
Where he could have found his way
The gentle giant knew grief
Like a friend it flowed through his veins
Leaving him lost in his need
For a drink that calmed his misery
Left him feeling some better
Until the end when it left him
Without the ability to breath
Death came without even a promise
For relief from the putrid darkness
That colored his world in dread
That promised to live inside his head
Until the end when he left us
Wishing we’d known the cure for him
The one who fell under the spell
Of 80 proof respite from the soul
Who knew sorrows beyond reason
Regrets that would leave him
Behind bars created by the prison
Built on a superficial feeling
It was only when I saw him in his coffin
That I knew he’d finally found freedom
From the darkness that only the drinking
Had helped to dispel his manic-depression
Heartbroken, I fall to my knees
As I see that freedom sometimes means
Leaving behind those who believe
In your heart, your spirit, your soul
The you who they know is made up of love
H Contest
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September 5, 2021