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There’s a good man deep inside me
though most could never tell,
when I’m brawlin’ with the devil
drinkin’ booze and raisin’ hell.
Satan grins and taunts me
it seems he won’t backdown,
a good man wants to get free
but the whip - it does come down!
I knew I had a slim chance
once things had gone awry
to crack his whip with vengeance
as I stare him in the eye.!
The dust flies in our squabble,
the whip at his command,
that’s when I dropped the bottle
spun around and grabbed his hand…
A sight to behold
we fought and we rolled
now the devil feels the burn!
Now the whiskey won’t drown
since the devil’s shakedown
it’s the point of no return.
His demons they surround me
but with sober strength I find,
with the sunrise in the morning
I can leave it all behind!
You’ll sing and dance and revel
once those chains are tossed aside,
it’s the whip that flogs the devil
when the reaper you outride…
The trains of cunning
Two men in a vast field of grain waited for the trains
to meet on a one-track railway line, one a mathematician
had worked out where the train would meet
the other was a reporter skilled in muddying the news.
Of the train drivers, one has a skilled hand used to getting
his way, the other was an upstart backed by western money
and told to call the older man’s bluff.
And there, in the brilliant winter light, they saw the trains
At great speed nearing, the point of no return.
There was a side track where one of the trains could stop
And let the other one through, but would they choose
To be sensible; we shall not know.
I mighty missile struck the track and blew part of it away
The driver of the eastern train was able to stop, but not so
the driver of the western train that ran onto the prairie
that had no cowboys or cattle and exploded.
The mathematician was happy his calculation was right
the reporter wrote an obfuscating article telling readers
the west had won; the man from the east smiled his
calculations had been spot on.
Doomed Horizons
Twisted vines of thorny fingers
Wrap the entrance to this place
Ripping flesh and bandaged whispers
Outlines dark of saddened trace
Carving names in weathered forecasts
Those who fall before it’s due
Leaning off to glimpse the future
Never once a grumbled clue
Placing frowns of lost persuasion
Drawing lines in charcoal sands
Daring one then yet another
Shouting out in loud demands
Gather here for time is wasting
At the edge where hearts now break
Watching as the waves they beckon
Out beyond the landslide wake
Take your spot, a crowd is forming
Cloudy skies will call your name
Step up to the planned formation
Only you are now to blame
Spread your arms in bird-like fashion
Forgetting that you can not fly
Waiting is your destination
Following the tears you cry
You will reach the sorted bottom
Past the point of no return
Hurry now, the sun is setting
Doomed horizons quickly burn
12/06/16
Written for the Point of No Return poetry contest
Hosted by Nicola Byrne
Of course,I read the manual.
Who hasn't?
Words,nothing but words
Until it happens
And then it is burned,branded and imprinted
Graphically and indelibly
Into your brain.
Sleep brings the nightmare alive
Again and again
You witness it over and over
In all its starkness
There's no escape,no way out
You can't stop the bloody train in time
All you can do is spectate
An unwilling and helpless participant
By the time your eyes pick out
The figure poised on the parapet
Vulture like
You are at the point of no return
Slam on the brakes
Jolt the passengers awake
The body in crucifixion mode
Glances off the cabin glass
Pupils dilated and inward looking
Staring within
You stand frozen
Unable to avert your gaze
And then time stands still
Journey and jobs disrupted
Until the gruesome recovery
Is complete
But that frozen snapshot
Haunts my memory
Flashing up
When least expected
My albatross
Seared into my mind
Spitefully roosting
And beyond oblivion
Torturing my soul
And draining
My will to live.
When we were children
We knew nothing of this planet
In the wood we’d build our dens
Play war games with our plastic guns
And cowboys and Indians
Then I’d be the Lone Ranger
Or Roy Rogers with Trigger,
Sledging in the winter
Swimming naked in the lake
In the heat of summer
Playing doctors and nurses
With the girl next door
We had no idea what to expect
The world was an adventure
A great big planet
Waiting to be explored
Yet, now we are grown, we find
Life did not fulfil its promises
None of us grew up to be astronauts
Flying missions to Mars
Zapping the alien horde
With supersonic ray guns
Saving mankind from annihilation
So, we yearn for those simpler times
Those happy carefree days
A fabulous, magical time
In the land of our imagination
That wonderful world of our own
Where anything was possible
But, those years are gone
Never to return
Save in our dreams
.
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I'm
here
on the
point of
no return
no turning
to back-track.
It's not a place.
It's not a position.
It's a full stop, period.
It's a final decision time.
There's no dimension, space
to get a foothold, time to look back,
or to think about going back, returning
to those safer spaces to dwell and revive.
They have long since well and truly passed by.
The needle spire piercing through my soul of boot
is forcing me to take the first step to my destination,
quickly and incisively, as there is no way down from here.
There's no reverse, no going back, in time or space, only on, up.
“The Voice of Your Soul”
Deals were already made before you arrived
A contract was signed, then you were delivered
The journey,
this is what you signed up for
You just don’t remember
Slowly you begin to understand
Through falls and sinking in your own quicksand
There are lessons
There are elementals around you, to you, holding out their hands
Mortal and Immortal, some are found in shadows
Some in Light
They are all there for a purpose
Reflected in your mirrors
Reflections of themselves, who they once were, in your mirrors
You are there for them
They for you
It’s all GIVE and take, take and GIVE
To you, who is free, but remain sitting in your cold cell
you think there is no further place to go
Night of the Dark Soul will confer will tell
In "The Quiet Time"
You will Listen, IT will Tell
At some point you will hear THE voice
To break free, my friend,
You must listen to the voice of your soul
It knows the place and time this must occur
It constantly speaks to you, but you will think you are going crazy
hearing a voice that you will inevitably ignore
At the point of no return
When you believe closed are ALL friendly doors
Listen to the gentle voice of reason
Not the one that growls at you like a cur
Your soul is calling to you
Listen, quiet, can you not hear it?
You are being called
Listen to the gentle voice of reason
Not the one that growls at you like a cur
Your soul is there for you, it is there, to save you from "THE" fall
It will not let you fall
It’s mission and purpose is to solely bring you through
to the most important door, The Door to You
Listen to the gentle voice of reason
Not the one that growls at you like a cur
The gentle voice of reason, will bring you HOME to ALL you Love.
Belief and trust required, it will not let you further fall
Listen to the voice of your soul
It will bring you Home to You,
everything and everyone you
LOVE
Listen,
Here is the Open Door
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
gvlm-xxxx
https://youtu.be/ProvVFrF6b8
“AIR"/Hiroshi Yoshimura
“BELIEVE”
"TRUST"
"LISTEN"
Here's How It Is:
The atoms dance
While Space expands
Shoals of galaxies race away
Towards every point of no return
Spin and spin
Like Catherine Wheels
Firework flashes
Brilliantly blazing dazzling sparks
Against a night so deep it swallows thought
A trillion times a second,
Everywhere and Nowhere
Things are starting
Things are ending
Things are becoming
Thoughts are groping
In the spinning wheels and flashes
The sparks themselves are spinning
As are the sparks around those sparks
And so and so and so
Down again into the waiting atoms
Everything whirls
Because of this
There are worlds and worlds
Weaving themselves together.
Their billions of alien skies
Sliding over landscapes full of
Death and Life
Love and Hate
Fear and Hope
Beginnings and Endings -
Because of this
These lines are flowing.
A mind reads them,
Because of this
The whirling goes on
Out and Out
In and In
Dancing down to and up from the atoms -
All of it, all of it
Is happening RIGHT NOW
Has always been happening RIGHT NOW
Everything's awhirl, Snowflake:
So just go dance in the black Sacred Wind.
DANCE
!
'Cause that's How It Is.
Out there, I feel you watch me.
Stalking me from the darkest of shadows.
Excites my heart to the point of joy.
Knowing that you're not far behind.
Looking over my shoulder every day.
That chill you sending down my spine.
Frightens me down to the core.
Yet, You are hoping to get a hand on me.
Following me into the night,
wanting a taste of me,
but the thought of never getting what you want.
Scares you to the point of no return.
That horror rattles you.
where you feel the need to haunt me.
licking at the wounds you wish to inflict upon me.
The thought of you hurting me brings you pleasure.
The horror you feel of me gone.
Makes you mad at the world,
and you would do anything possible,
just to force me to submit at your feet.
Are we headed in that direction
The end of the world
The loss of perfection
Are we drug down that path
By our belt with foot attached
Have we past the point of no return
Without a choice have chances burned
And losses cost are we to learn
In the boarders cross
Have we really come to that place
To meet that judge face to face
Are our crimes too many to name
Just enough to earn that fame
Why didn't wisdom warn about the game
While we were we brought to shame
What happened to the taught and tamed
Or is there in the end a source of gain
Will tears fill our eyes glory or pain
In that place is it new or the same
Have our lives been spent in vain
Giving to ourselves a kind of disdain
Are we set free or the curse remain
Are we to trust our selves
Or use that Name