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I wish
To demolish my sorrow…
I wish
To forget the despair and gleefully grow…
To forgive and seek the challenges of tomorrow…
My downfalls and my failures…
I wish
To disappear
I wish
I had no fear…
For God’s near…
I wish
I could be a cheetah in the grassland
I wish
To store all of my energy for an evening run…I’d never give up in the process
I wish
My whole spirit could simply sponge in God’s nature and make great progress
And I truly wish
I could stick to my daily plans of building a sturdier relationship with God
I wish
I had the merriness in my life especially during hardships…
My countless wishes
Brings me down to my weakest point…
My countless wishes
Overthrows me…but it helps me in the long run…
I wish I could forgive
My daily regrets and breakdowns
I wish I could forget
My despondency – embracing my frowns
I wish
To live a life without error
Without a care
I wish
To be flawless when I make my everyday decisions
And scare away
The darkness that tries to make me give up
I wish
I had more time to overcome…
These waves of emotions
My countless wishes
Brings me down to my disheartened state…
My countless wishes
Are like walls from every direction closing in on me…
But it’s a convenient tool in the future…
I wish
I could be live in someone else’s shoes…
But what good would it do?
Would it lead me to the narrow pathway?
Would it inspire me to push all of my doubts away?
Would it push away the blues?
Could He give me any clues?
Form:
Facts ain't the best way to start or win time.
Lies ain't the worse way to lose or end past.
Burden ain't the force to push away right...
Freedom ain't the peace to feel false relief...
Facts should rather be best way wisdom climb...
Lies should rather be worse way truth's pains blast...
Burden should rather be force dreams hold tight.
Freedom should rather be peace, hassles brief.
May be if its worth win, facts could time growth.
May be if its pains end, lies could last long...
May be if right dreams, burden could bask loath.
May be if peace sings, freedom could be strong...
The beginning of wisdom trip fact's load,
Misconception's reign can't burden its road.
Life
appears as stories
varying in focus~
those more weighty
peace and war
push away a provincial
story of cows on a road~
(and others recorded below)~
It is deceiving though:
each story appears
vanishing immediately
rendering a sameness
a simple equality
to all stories~and
a sense of freedom
for a fleeting
new year~~
((La Plata County Sheriff’s Office Police Blotter (Durango Herald)
Friday
7:43 a.m. A man was walking around another person’s property and barn in a suspicious manner on U.S. Highway 550.
7 p.m. Four to five black, white and brown cows were in the road on La Posta Road (County Road 213).
Saturday
7:28 a.m. A truck with snowboards hanging out of the bed was reported to have passed someone on a double-yellow section of U.S. Highway 550.
10:19 p.m. A man called deputies to ask if he had a warrant out for his arrest on East Tamarack Drive.
Sunday
7:08 a.m. Someone was shooting firearms so close to the caller’s home on Waterfall Lane that buckshot was sprinkling onto their roof.
10:11 p.m. Multiple people were videoed egging someone’s car on Big Bend Loop.
Most items in this column are taken from logs of calls made to authorities. Their accuracy may not have been verified by an investigation.))
The bedside lamp casts a circle of warm light,
A tiny, fragile outpost against the night.
Its golden pool is all I dare to keep,
A desperate shield to push away from sleep.
For sleep brings back the wall and all its faces,
The grinning skulls, the empty, hollow places,
The pale, grey hands that stretch and pull and strain,
A phantom army built of ancient pain.
They do not speak, but scream within my mind,
Of terrifying things I cannot unbind.
My hands are clasped, my chest is tight with fear,
As if the very air itself will disappear.
A singular drop, a tear of crimson stain,
Betrays the silent, unrelenting pain.
My vision blurs, the room begins to spin,
As I am trapped with everything within.
One hour passes, perhaps it’s two or three,
A constant war with things I cannot see.
But then, I catch a flicker of the glass,
A subtle shifting as the moments pass.
An hourglass, held high within the grey,
Measures the hours of the fading day.
And in that sight, a memory begins to wake,
Of how a Grinding Gear can help to break.
The memory of toil and sweat and grime,
Of hands that learned to mold the face of time.
And though these faces on the wall remain,
I know that I can choose to break the chain.
My shallow breathing turns to steady air,
I dry the blood that lingers on my cheek.
The shadows stay, but I am standing there,
No longer helpless, silent, or so weak.
I pull the heavy quilt, step to the floor,
And turn to face the quiet in the room.
The lamp still burns beside the open door,
A small, brave light to scatter out the gloom.
The spectral fingers reach, but cannot touch;
They recede back into the cold, dark stone.
I take a breath and do not fear as much,
Knowing I can face the night alone.
I want to rip my heart out,
And leave it at your feet
I dream of walking away from you
Because I cannot let go, why?
I want you to feel my pain
To know that my heart quivers when I remember you
I am without you, truly and utterly alone
I cannot forget you with this silence we have around us
You cannot understand the fear that drives me away from you
I am scared of what our love could be,
To us, and the many that surround us.
Where could this take us?
Will it destroy us?
Would we go far or never leave the ground at all?
Do we risk it trying to find out?
It is night time, and I am staring out of the darkness
Into the only light lit, in the apartment
I am wondering, how many people are walking around with a broken heart
Lost hearts
Forgotten hearts
Our hearts, that got away from each other
A love story that I will talk of, years later
If I am lucky, to a daughter,
As I wish her heart better luck than mine
I keep leaving you,
And you keep loving me
I push away what I love, so I cant hurt it
You hold on to what you love, so you can protect it
This love keeps cutting deep
And we keep stitching shallow
I want to meet you on the other side
I want to see how we make it out of this alive
But you wont wait for us
It is like you want to erase us
I want to be invisible for you
But I exist
I exist somewhere in between your emotions of love for me, and hate for me
I am a lost settler
Camping on the grounds of your heart
I am your lost settler
And I wonder, how long will I be lost?
Since
I lost all those I love
even my little baby prince
to that heavenly place above,
my writing is my life and all;
from a dark pit I had to crawl
it took me from a vast ghost land,
my sweet MUSE took me by the hand,
now, in serenity I stand.
My writing is my life and all;
from a dark pit I had to crawl.
I pen words from a wounded soul,
my writing giving me release;
from inner talk that wants control,
words take me to a place of peace.
Writing is like breathing fresh air,
my words let me lay my soul bare.
Dark death I push away,
in lush green fields I lay;
yes, writing means more to me - since.
______________________
June 18, 2019
Poetry/Rhyme/More to Me Than Air
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1157-640-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Poem of the Day - June 19, 2019
Written for the contest, More To Me
sponsor, William Kekaula
Fourth Place
Happy Tears
To my dear son Louis, with love
It's about midnight, and outside darkness blankets ev'rything.
There was an elephant sitting,
On my chest, abundant pain and sweating,
Grasp for breath, I chewed down some aspirins.
911, ambulance at the door,
Like a cat, quickly move and act, 2 young gentlemen,
Kind and smooth, pressure checked, IV in vein.
Racing to St Francis ER, through the darkness curtain.
Room 106, RNs, Dr., assistance, and more, ready:
Pressure checked, temperature obtained, pulse counted, blood taken,
Chest X-ray, wires and tubes connecting, like a robot.
1 to 10 where's your pain: eleven.
Louis, my son, by my bed, observing with anxiety
Worry written in his eyes, I can see.
5am, and I, lying there like a short-circuit robot.
Deeply concern, Louis still watching over me.
Turn on TV to push away my awe feeling
Louis curled up in the chair, completely consumed by tiredness and perturbation.
Suddenly, my tears wells up, rolls down, and wets my pale lips,
Taste like ocean water, I, too, love you, love you wholeheartedly, my dear son.
Words of God overcame my pain and I realized what the Lord implies:
"Whoever believes in me, will do the works that I do." *
Love is not what one says, nor cites, nor recites,
But what one's done that shows: I truly love you.
And love shall move mountains,
Brighten hope, sprout forgiveness,
Soften stone hearts, bridge differences
Exalt peace, enlighten darkness.
And love shall shed many happy tears, surely,
As I, an worldly father, in ocean of pain and in time of lowly,
Yet my happiness wells up with my tears, abundantly,
When the love of my son touched my soul so deeply.
How one would know for sure God won't shed any joyful tears.
He is Love and He is Divine Father.
Have faith, He, too, shall cry out with happy tears,
When His children "do the works" that He does.
(Jan 28, 18)
* John 14:12
You hold the doors, for the happiness to my core..
Yeah the happiness to my core Oh Yeah
I'm at peace within when I find my self doing this thing,
I look at you without a blink,
Caress your hair and love you more;
You hold the doors, for the happiness to my core.,
Yeah the happiness to my core Oh yeah..
Your thoughts are a boomerang,
I push away but they come back with a bang..
I know for sure its with you as well, it's been just an hour I've met you and sang;
Yeah you hold the doors , for the happiness to my core,
Yeah the happiness to my core..Oh yeah..
I'm driving this lane but just see you in my brain,
I take a turn to your road again..
Let's catch up as it's been an hour with this separation pain,
I know it's crazy, it's stupid and quite insane ..this pull of yours is getting stronger again..
Yeah you hold the doors,
Baby for the happiness to my core..Oh yeah..
VijayG
Sing me a lullaby with peaceful themes
a sleep without scary dreams
to lull me fast asleep
without tears for me to weep.
Let the soft hum push away the dark of night
and all the fears that come with morning light.
Sing me a lullaby gentle and sweet
a force so strong for death to cheat
Holding back all and any threats
and protect me from night time silhouettes.
Sing me a lullaby from the days of old
that dance me through the midnight cold.
A dance that waltzes knightly in the hours
and wakes me from any evil powers.
Sing me a lullaby to daily cope
providing chanted hymns and inner hope
conquering any difficult or fearful time
assuring everything in life will be fine
and the lullaby can easily flow
more than the child's rhyme we know.
You told me I was beautiful, you told me that you care.
Then life was more than both of us, and you suddenly weren't there.
You acted as if there was a chance for a me an you.
Then your gone with no explanation leaving my heart so blue.
You said baby I love you, I want you all today.
Then life crept up and scared you and you took your love away.
Now to you I'm worthless, my love meant nothing at all.
You pulled your hand from under me and then you let me fall.
Life was just too much for you, even when its not there.
Your selfishness won't allow you to open up and share.
Instead you push away the ones who love you with all they are.
Now your just a memory, like a distant star.