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Everlastingly entwined in the Banyan tree.
A royal boy who spurned his rightful throne
in Cadazan, the mythic palace by the sea.
For his childish mistake he'll ever be
Neptune's wrathful object turned to stone.
Everlastingly entwined in the Banyan tree.
Caged, he woefully wails his apology,
Minerva's appeal couldn't make him atone
in Cadazan, the mythic palace by the sea.
Nightly in the wood, hear his plea
where he ran to hide, entangled alone.
Everlastingly entwined in the Banyan tree.
Gods struggle to resolve this hopelessly,
a prince's refusal to guard his kingdom home
in Cadazan, the mythic palace by the sea.
What wisdom in this fantasy does one see?
More empathy Neptune should have shown?
Everlastingly entwined in the Banyan tree,
in Cadazan, the mythic palace by the sea.
I’m a spiritual vagabond tonight.
A broken neon soul in flight.
The universe just cleared its throat,
Now I'm existential, adrift afloat.
I asked the void to make things clear.
It dumped static noise in my ear.
The stars blinked twice, then looked away,
Like gods too tired to stop by and play.
My sense of purpose lost its keys,
Now drifts through hollow vacancies.
I overthink things to find out what I am.
A frightened drifter, all spam and scam.
True meaning slipped through the cracks.
Now I survive on shredded facts.
Infinity keeps passing me by
Without explaining how or why.
I tried to meditate on truth.
It charged me for my wasted youth.
Enlightenment sent its thoughts and prayers,
Then vanished vainly up the stairs.
The future showed up overdressed.
With panic stitched onto its vest.
Destiny looked slightly bored,
Like someone gripping their rip cord.
I met myself beside the sea.
We both denied the banshee's plea;
My shadow asked what life was for,
Then wandered off, and closed the door.
The cosmos keeps on expanding.
I can barely keep up, stay on track.
I laugh because the dark laughs too,
Neither of us has any idea, nor any clue.
So raise a glass to doubt again.
To existential uncertainly, and its strain.
Keep searching skies for one bright spark,
While humming sea shanties, on a wooden ark.
There we were all ready to climb Catbells
this climb we'd done some years ago
so thought we needed no map or direction
the weather was lovely the sky so aglow
A crowd was there seemingly on same way
followed along not needing to ask
came to route block off but walked on
never asked had to go back this quite a task
Found the correct signpost and took the route
upwards it was now all along the way
beautiful scenery evident to all around
divinity created all this in a single day
We all need to read God's holy book
so to find the only way to home
never to think we don't need direction
for God's word is our sure word alone
Speak to God open your tongue
make your plea to His majesty on high
ask for His sovereign plan for you
for He knows your days before you die
These are spiritual lessons for our good
revealed through life's every day events
God speaks through our every moments
for in them He always daily frequents
(Was on holiday a few months ago in Lake District and made effort to climb Cat Bells, one of our fav Fell(hill) climbs having done it many years ago, after coming down thought on some spiritual lessons learnt from the events of that day.)
Someone will get to have me when she realizes she wish she did,
At this point I do NOT care if it is to late for her when she realizes it,
I did what I did,
Kid or NOT,
I am getting pretty sick,
We were NOT designed to live alone,
I do NOT mess with kids,
That can be taken in more ways than one,
But I do have a heart,
I just hope that whoever gets it,
Will NOT have it stepped on again...
I am NOT looking for enemies but friends,
They are the people on whom we depend upon,
In the end I do believe that I am NOT wrong,
This is my plea, hope, and song,
I guess at this point it would be just as beneficial to hit a bong,
The gong could go off but I would NOT go for it,
I NO longer am that into meditation,
A vacation would be better,
Toes in the sand, a girl in a bikini, and a nice glass of gin,
Would keep me grinning,
At that point I would whip out my ID and say that “yes,”
In fact, my name is Glenn,
Yet call me G3,
My friends who hinted that I was too easy,
Seemed to leave me anyways but what I would have to say would be this is NOT the fin...
I tried to run,
Through streets that whispered my name,
Through nights that swallowed my tears,
Through mornings that mocked my hope.
But fate, that silent architect,
Had already drawn my shadows
Into corners I could not leave,
Into hands I could not break free from.
I reached for love,
Hoping it could be my bridge,
But even love bends beneath the weight
Of a path already written.
Every heartbeat was a question
That the universe refused to answer,
Every breath a plea
That dissolved into the cold wind.
And I learned that some storms
Are not meant to pass,
That some doors, no matter how hard we pound,
Remain locked in destiny’s stubborn hands.
So here I am,
With a heart that screams silently,
With eyes that remember every goodbye,
With a soul that knows—
It’s so complicated to escape fate.
Faced with the monster of doubt, a chill spreads
Deep within me, and my heart feels like lead,
It looms far and wide, a worrisome sight,
Stealing away shine of my inner light.
It stretches its shady shape, sharp and dark,
Filtering fears upon me like a shark,
A tough terrific touch, a monstrous maw,
Subjecting my spirit to nature's claw.
It is doubt in the supreme divine glow,
A muddy river that after rains flow,
Streaming from the darkness of black despair
And feeding on the lack of inner care.
I kneel on the ground, though body may shake,
For courage and new faith, the vows I make,
To defy the monster, face it all way,
And wear my bravery all night and day.
With every breath I make a silent plea
For belief and strength to set my soul free,
To vanquish doubt, to dispel away fear
And hold seams of my secret vision clear.
For beneath all and every inner fright
Lies the hidden gleams of light, shining bright,
A moment to seek grace, to understand
And walk with wilful purpose through the land.
The monster may rage, it may claw and bite,
But within I possess an inner light,
A renewed steady flame, a burning will,
That through trials the monster cannot kill.
As the brute slowly shrinks, its power wanes,
My spirit soars and shakes away the strains,
Those chains of dread that before held me bound,
Now I`m on solid, shining serene ground.
The monster of doubt fades, a distant cry,
Beneath a calm cheerful celestial sky
And I`m reborn, with faith and strength anew,
Having faced the darkness and seen it through.
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This piece reflects on the landmark Supreme Court Bench deliberation regarding the petition for the mercy euthanasia of a nurse, a victim deeply wronged by a hospital hand. The verdict on euthanasia ruled that the court may allow passive killing on a case-by-case basis, but active killing remains strictly prohibited. Yet, active euthanasia seems far more kind and humane to the patient, whereas passive killing slowly tortures—proving to be inherently cruel. In this petition, head seems to have triumphed over heart. A life that is no life triumphed over death, and true dignity died.
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Two hallowed heads strived for a legal edge,
Heard the case—but the horse still trailed the cart,
Took time to ponder— head over the heart,
Spirit of law bowed still to letters' rage.
Sympathized with the plea and not yet still:
‘We allow a passive mercy killing,
One active we can't'— the unfair sibling,
And final word shall be Chair's pondered will.
Fair words always are worth a goodly wait,
Wise words take much slower walk to arrive,
A tune many a white-wig love to drive
At, mercy must wait for her date with fate.
Yet, passive killing scarce can be mercy,
It's too cruel, heartless as inhuman,
It adds, rather than allay patient's pain,
Pity, the justice can't quite that way see.
Murder in mind, red handed if one's caught,
Proved and punished, he might hanged be till dead
As our legal revenge that be red-hot,
But mercy killing's sin—murder in bed.
And look at words of wisdom from the Chair:
Her friend cannot closeness to victim claim,
Few visits make no friends, wise words as were,
Poor she, made to carry the cross called blame!
Poor Mercy, in court room ever decried,
Reducing life as breathing of bare breath,
Justice triumphed— life prevailed over death,
Much before she, her dignity had died.
Poor patient condemned— to live bare to bone,
To live what was no life, nor ever death,
While Lady Justice lost had all of faith,
And she in a much maligned state, in twilight zone,
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Happenings | 04.03.2011 |
Note: One may read also, ‘And the death lingers (11.02.2011) ', Mercy Killing: Ethics Or Economics (02.04.2011), and Gentle unto death (02.10.2008).
"Tell Romeo i love him and goodbye "
The words echo in my mind like a haunting whisper
A lingering shadow that refuses to fade
Questions makrs landed upon me,
Crushing my mind like chewed gum,sticky and suffocating
The weight of her words,a burden i cannot bear,
A boulder that presses upon my chest
In her voice ,
A hint of desperation,
A cry for help that went unheaded,
A plea that fell on deaf ears,
A farewell that seemed like a joke,a taunt,a slap in the face,
But was really a scream in the darkness.
I thought she was just being dramatic,
That she was just seeking attention
But now i realize she was begging for someone to listen
To see beyond the mask she wore
But not I'm left with the what-ifd,the if-onlys ,why-didn't-is,
The guilt of not sèeing the signs,
Of not being there for her when she needed me the most,
Of not holding her close enough,
Of not loving her enough,
The anguish of knowing that her last words were a plea
A scream,a final goodbye, a door slamming,
Shut that can never be reopened
"Tell Romeo i love him and goodbye "
The words that haunt me,
A reminder of what i didn't do
Of whatbi couldn't see,
Of what I'll never get to say,
A reminder that sometimes,
Goodbyes are forever,
That sometimes, love isn't enough,
That sometimes we lose those we love,
Because we didn't know
How to hold on tight enough.
~Homeless~
(Monchielle)
The homeless have no home
They need a place to live
They got no food to eat
Some want to work but can't
They live out there in street
The homeless have no home
Sleep in cartoon boxes
Many under bridge live
Folks feel contempt for them
Homeless need to survive
The homeless have no home
They roam streets day and nights
In towns and cities you see
Folks reject them, need help
Give them a hand they plea
The homeless have no home
Are hopeless, have nothing
Some trapped by drugs, crime
They're someone's child, brother
They need help all the time.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2009
May.11.2016
~Authors Notes:
The "Monchielle" is a poetry form or style created by Jim T. Henriksen.
Lost in the blah blah blah
The darkness I saw
Feeling low
I know
The mind plays tricks
Trying to get in its licks
So adds another layer of bricks
Which way to go
I do not know
Sometimes I feel so old
Cold
The times I was told
I'm no one
The forgotten son
I do not know
Just help me grow
Gloom
Doom
In the unknown, terror does loom
My mind thinks the worse
My heart needs a nurse
Tell me I'm okay
I need a hug today
In every way
Rollercoaster ride of emotion up an down
Throw me a life jacket before I drown
So tired by the time for bed
Going to sleep but still locked in my head
Still fighting in my dreams
Am I as lost as it seems
I pull out, my inner strength
I must go the length
Each day
As I make my way
Towards the end of my race
I pray I keep my grace
So I stand tall
Refuse to fall
Even when my back is against the wall
So on I go
Because I know
Even though at times I feel so sad
Life is not really that bad
The good times I have had
The love I have shared
Remind me that people have cared
Not so alone as I have thought
What has life taught
For so long I have fought
The wrong fight
Lost sight
Wondered why I was here
I believe it is to rise above my fear
Mental health blocks my way
But I go on each day
Afraid to stop
I must stay on top
Or lose myself forever
To feel peace never
Lost in the darkness of my mind
Be kind
I find
Take life one day at a time
The words of my rhythm
Locked between each word
A plea is heard
Just a little further more
The darkness I ignore
One more step
For the times I have wept
Maybe there just ahead
Is the place my heart has led
Tomorrow
A place of no sorrow
Where my soul will be free
And all I see
Is the love
From above