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entry for Constance La France's contest:
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But ye are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, an holy nation,
a peculiar people; that ye should shew forth the praises of him
who hath called you out of darkness into his marvellous light; 1 Peter 2:9
The very hairs of our heads are numbered
and Jesus has called us to be faithful.
Forgiven, with fear I am no longer encumbered.
Is it so peculiar to render the choice
to praise our Prince of Peace for deliverance
from darkness? His Spirit strengthens my voice.
I'm grateful, yet with restraint, to have the chance
to share my faith with those who spurn God’s good grace,
not deterred by their questioning glance.
Beforehand, without onslaught upon their space
I ask the Lord to lead in my approach.
Sometimes I sense, “Wait, don’t speak face to face.”
“Lighten up! This is not the time to encroach,
Show, don’t tell,” counsels my Coach.
I fell in love, broken wings of my fearful days, watched as they fade away with every passing day, everyday a new flower blossoming in my long deserted heart. Bow my head, heaven waves to my present, gratitude fills my fibres, scars never thought to ever heal, diminishing,
This day evokes so much of my long kept emotions, leaking everywhere in my body are juices of being in love , this world has long witnessed, failing to keep my joy volumes attended, my heart overflows, pity I can't swim, if drowning in your love be my death, then I'm ready to say my last words, " I love loving you "
Continuously had they savaged the fragile person in me, now wavering, so much comfort this shore has went through with all ending disastrously, ain't questioning just setting my precautionary at ease, been far where my recovery has dragged me, hope you not a passerby, enough had I been discarded when I looked so much in the focused destination.
Blind fold my heart, hold me gently as you lead, where only God knows where, expecting the unexpected as the rule my past has taught me, leasing my heart to you, with conditions of just loving you no less, for the less in my least being what I can less afford to give no body than you. I with a tattered yesterday, hoping for a temporary asylum in your presence
#Poetic_Ink
Frustration grows in the minds of the old:
questioning everything that they've been told.
And seeking answers that nobody knows:
in the minds of the old, frustration grows.
Aspirations are lost in youth's shadow:
when hormones stop fueling their gusto.
And as unfulfilled fantasies get tossed:
in youth's shadow, aspirations are lost.
Time opens their eyes to the faults of Man:
and the old wonder if God has a plan.
Youth tout that love will never compromise:
to the faults of Man, time opens their eyes.
Hope is a wish, wanting more, never less:
for reality is: life is a mess.
And having tasted lobster, we shun fish,
wanting more, never less: hope is a wish.
Fighting change is fighting progress holding me back even longer,
Find myself going in circles like a hamster wheel in motion,
I'm tired of the struggle, trapped in a cage
Break me out of my selfish ways,
Change my focus and change my habits
Learn something new and transform like magic.
Change my point of view
Clean out my heart and make it new,
Direct my steps like a gps
Help me to follow the path you have set.
I want to know you more, got to work hard with all I have,
And do my best with no regrets stop living out of my past
And fix what I can instead of questioning your plan.
It's my desire to change so help me change,
So I can live the life you gave to me
Worry free with you and your truth.
Replace my errors with your love
And clean out my heart
I want a fresh start.
You are changing me
Forever changing me
From the inside out
I need you to change me.
I'm searching for a newer me
Not what I used to be
Looking for something
That changes my identity.
I'm trying to avoid it,
But change is a process that can't be avoided,
It's something that comes with making choices.
Continuing in my old tracks is not the move
It’s choosing to lie rather than tell the truth.
I want to reflect you in the best way
But I can't if I run away.
You are the light that guides my steps
You are the one who knows what's best.
Lead me by your light
Cast out my fears like shadows in sunlight.
So many times I feel like just giving up
I need guidance on how to strengthen my weak spots
And keep my head up.
I know you're always there through it all
Ready to catch me when I fall.
Like a support system you always have my back
When I feel lost you get me back on track.
Stop fighting the thing that I so greatly need
A process that can bring me peace.
I need to change, expose me to my new identity
Flip the switch in my heart so I can restart.
You are changing me
Forever changing me
From the inside out
I need you to change me.
I'm searching for a newer me
Not what I used to be
Looking for something
That changes my identity.
The brighter colors are the first to go
as everything first fades to shades of grey
then eventually, to black or white.
Valid reasons come down to yes or no
then questioning to whom it is I pray;
while saying you are wrong and they are right.
Soon, the media put on their game show
feeding biased images day on day
to fan the flames of some unwanted fight.
The bleeding hearts come out with feelings faux
"We're on the side of right," they loudly bray.
Unless, of course, the mood swings overnight.
Soon, milling crowds with placards start to grow
authored, with many worthless things to say.
A self-backslapping, partying campsite.
Among this growing pile of bull guano
the ugly truth of war is cast away
unless it's in a big news anchor's sight.
Zephyrus Within
by Odin Roark
Do we fly away
Drift away
Stay away
Or were we ever real?
How fleeting the impressions
Plummeted by the New today
Dismissing yesterday as the Old
Daring tomorrow to invent further questioning
The labels abound
Father
Mother
Sister
Brother
Daughter
Son
Lover
Yet how much a part of each other
Are we?
Might it be
We are but separated cells
Incubated into life
Rendered a sameness by others
Yet in reality
Thirsting for fulfillment
Compelled to wander aimlessly
We stumble through existence?
To argue such a theory
Is to know
Along the way
Seasoned lives find
Connections sever
That like all of nature
Separations occur
Drifting inevitable
Attachments wane
Collective experience
Fulfilling the essence of life
Still…
Such eventual enfoldment
Leaves us free to adventure
To know self-determined identity
Requires but to hoist liberation’s sails
Catch tomorrow’s wind
Leave behind misbegotten time
And if true…
To watch from afar
The flotsam of the past
Is to know destiny is of our own making
Not a determination by others
That sweetness of air
Breathed from Zephyrus within
Unshackles the relationship with self
May life bless you with real freedom,
Keep enjoyment as your place,
May you find your own confidence,
From your education and your space;
May you entertain discernment,
Whilst fulfilling your desires,
And may platitude be rescinded,
By real love in your eyes.
May you receive more than you give,
And see reason when there's none,
May your friends light your inside,
May you give hope to those with one;
May you save the exploited from oppression,
By making despair to you most personal,
And may equality be the standard,
For your repudiation of its dismissal.
May you always uphold justice,
Even in dark and uncertain times,
When faced with honest requests,
And its unsettled times sometimes;
May you do what’s right no problem,
Not questioning the strain,
Nor grumbling about the consequences,
Of morality’s devoted love train.
May your diamond be stalwart honour,
For war heroes old and injured,
Tormented by battlefields and sights,
Of the mangled and beleaguered;
May you testify to fact and truth,
And publish what you know;
And may reason be your sociology,
To dictatorial governments overthrow.
May you respect others in esteem,
For kindness and achievement,
May you follow those you understand,
As beautiful in accomplishment;
May you undertake endeavours,
Which ramify the other unstudied,
By embracing love and laughter,
As whispers of grace embodied.
May you always say what’s inside,
Whilst giving other people a chance,
Trusting them with your memories,
That history upon which you cannot glance;
May you always speak your mind,
To make rationality your guide,
And in dignity confide and correct,
To let the delinquent within you abide.
May your philosophies be trophied,
As a garland by the lonely,
And may your way be warmly accepted,
Without negotiation or apology;
May righteousness be your hallmark,
And caring thought your attribution,
And may you emerge as a good person,
Bringing light where there’s intrusion.
My sister Annick fixed me, locked me in, with cold, blue eyes as she sat down slowly next to me at the table. “I’m a surgeon,” she said, not quite casually, “a board certified surgeon.”
I give her a questioning look.
“I could take your steak knife,” she says, eyeing it, “plunge it into your neck - and oh, sure, there’d be a question or two but in the end - I’d walk away clean.”
“I don’t think,” I start saying…
Tears well to near overflowing in her turquoise eyes. “I came in - officer” she says, sounding stunned and surreal. “She was having a convulsion, she exhibited severe cyanosis, I couldn’t clear her airway, it was a classic tonic-clonic seizure.” she goes on, her voice rising to near panic with the diagnosis.
“You’d never…” I start to interrupt but she gently covers my mouth with her left hand while gathering the handle of the serrated silver steak knife, expertly, into her right hand.
“I attempted to perform a tracheostomy,” she continues in a traumatized but professional voice. “but as I began a transverse incision above the sternal notch,” *a tear rolls down her cheek*, “Anais suffered a severe generalized-onset seizure and convulsed, forcefully into the knife”
“IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!” I confess suddenly, as if under oath, in court.
There’s a moment of still silence.
“And when,” she asked, wiping away the tear and turning the knife for a downward thrust. “Were you going to mention it?!”
“NOW! - before dinner!” I look around the empty room - for help - for a sympathetic jury. “It was an ACCIDENT! - I’m SORRRRYYYY!” I plead.
My sister slowly sets down the knife and says deliberately, purposefully - like a death sentence: “My Valentino sheer floral-lace top is STAINED.”
”I can Fix it!” I insist in a rush.
“Keep out of my room - and my stuff.” she grumbles, “And REMEMBER what I said,” she adds as she pats the knife before getting up and leaving the room.
“I WILL’” I promise to her back.
A second later, my mom sweeps in from the opposite direction.
“What’s up” she asks.
“Nothing” I almost whisper, head down.
All my memories
start from a young age,
But it's always the bad ones
that never go away.
I remember when I was 4,
It was all love and happiness with so much more.
By the time I got to 6,
I remember my mum
wouldn't call it quits.
The big C started to take over,
But she stayed with us and got so much stronger.
She fought and fought until she no longer could, but they kept her with us like she should.
It got to hard for mum and dad,
To the point their marriage got really bad.
They no longer seen eye to eye,
but had love for eachother that would never die.
Their marriage started to fall apart,
Mum met someone else, she thought had a heart.
He broke her to pieces
Leaving her questioning life,
She thought she wasn't good enough but decided to give it a try.
She cure the big C and was left with a colostomy bag. He always called her for it and made her feel sad.
She went on to have her bag reversed,
It was for him, he made her feel no worth.
She knew the chance was 50/50,
But she did it anyway thinking he'd be happy.
Unfortunately for us she never survived,
She got septicemia and f***ing died.
Now we are left without our mum, and i put it down to that narcissists scum.
Assimilated
We humans have engineered a society where nobody is allowed to be different
And you are compelled, without knowing why, to behave similarly to everyone else
Everyone’s life has been meticulously planned out and willingly accepted without question
Nobody has bothered to question why they are doing this
As they find peace in knowing their life has been planned for them
But I saw the hidden horror awaiting me with that lifestyle
And so I chose to be different and carve out a new path
At first, it was barely noticeable to the masses
Nobody bothers questioning a child about their actions
And as I grew older, my differences became bolder
That is when society drew its eyes to me
They attempted to dispose of me quietly at first
Punishing me with a few scars that weren’t visible
And a reminder that I need to stay on my intended path
I complied at first, but then I ventured out again
That is when they attempted to turn the public against me
Firstly, it was my family that expressed disappointment
Telling me I was an embarrassment to them
Just quietly obey, and they might just love me again
But I didn’t give a damn, so I continued on my path
That is when they decided that was enough
They feared that this would spark a fire they couldn’t put out
So they tried to dispose of me permanently, calling them accidents
But I stood bravely until the end of my new path
There was a blinding light awaiting me
And as I stood there basking in the light
I found happiness for once in my life
Then everything became dark