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Mum really likes her Moggy.
The cats her pride and joy.
I swear to God it"s pampered,
much more than US her boys!
The cat it understands this,
and goes out of its way.
To suck up to my Mother,
at least ten times a day!
It really makes me jealous,
so much i gotta mention.
That cat gets on my wick.
Commanding Mums attention.
So i devised a plan,
to get a little pay back.
The best form of defence
is to go on the attack!
A family "DO" was coming.
It really made me think.
A chance for some revenge.
there"s gonna be some Drink!
The big night it arrived.
My plans were put in place.
I acted all polite,
angelic round the face.
The Party in full swing.
I borrowed Gordons Gin,
and poured it in cats bowl.
The one beside the bin.
I added the full cream.
The cat could not resist.
He lapped and lapped relapsed!
By now he was well pissed!
He threw up in the kitchen.
He threw up in the hall.
My plan was on its way,
he was heading for a fall!
I lifted Moggy up,
then opened up the door,
and promptly put him down,
upon the living room floor.
He staggered round about.
It really was a shame,
poor old Mr Moggy,
he was really out the game.
My Mothers jaw just dropped.
As Moggy took a pee,
in front of all the guests
atop the new settee.
Yes revenge is best served cold.
What else can i say.
Poor old Mr Moggy,
it just was not his day!
I said the first thing in my head.
I know it was a sin.
But i couldn"t help but say,
"Look what the cat drank in!"
In the corridors of a muddled mind,
Within the condensation of a thick fog,
I often find,
A relapsed presence, a menopause
In life, an uncertainty
Of kind,
Where good and evil dined.
Poetry is the release for such a mind
For it abides,
Inside the realms of the unknown,
Hands you a key to reach,
Un-reckoned heights,
Ventures into twilight,
The beginning or end almost tangible,
The journey, virgin as a bride.
Ideas cascade vigilantly fast,
And sometimes in stone are cast,
You think your mind
Is playing tricks,
You hope the misty clouds above,
Will recommend,
And bring to an end,
This troubled mind,
One of a kind,
The likes of which, no one will ever find.
A sudden darkness creeps ever close,
A demon like, vile haunting chill,
Steadfast in your spirit, soul
And mind,
It will not influence your will.
Let good and evil collide,
For you have finally
Chosen your side.
The unwanted solitude that was once
Yours, arresting the normal start, if
Theirs such a thing, of every day
You have sent to its dreary grave,
The winning post was always
Within your sight,
But you took time to
Understand your blight,
For blinded by the terror of being
Lost in the corridors of a muddled mind,
Your rightful route you
Could not find,
Bravely, you did not waver and have
Proved, you are, one of a kind.
I know you’ve shown me resistance,
But who knows? Maybe I’ll reveal my elegance…
You give me such a dismal distance
But who knows? Baby, I can go the distance…
I know you’re amazing just the way you are,
But I have been bitten by this feeling from afar…
It’s a lingering feeling like a burning scar…
I’m like a shooting star…and I will be with you so far
My eyes glow and you blow my mind
You’re so kind to be my kind,
But I’m left behind…a trace of a grace,
Then it disappears like your temporary embrace…
Deserted and alone again
Wishing I was a ten and zen
Then again, maybe not
I sought my soul, so rot
Astonishment made me feel once more
Resentment made me deal with grief to the core
Fragmented in my mind and mumbling with my chapped lips
Relapsed…collapsed…give me distance…trying not to cry over life’s hardships’ whips
I want to seek sobriety everyday
I hope to God this sleepless night
I pray and pray away the pain tonight
I want to be okay as I lay here, decaying like a wilted flower in May
I feel this party inside me isn’t over
I feel this party outside my range — I don’t want a drink, no thanks —
Got me feeling less and less sober
I am profoundly bewildered in angst
Dear me, I’m dead in the head with dread
Fearing I won’t be free from bondage instead
I want to consume the Word like wine and bread
But, I’m foolish and regretful…mournful and in anguish in bed…
Sobriety is harder than I think
Because, like an alcoholic, I want that drink
Sobriety is harder than I think
Because, like a smoker, I want to smoke away my issues and let the shower water collide into the sink
Sobriety, I believe, is possible
I’m improving — God has done the impossible
In my life…in my life…
Of peace and strife
I need to rest my eyes that gaze vacantly on in my bedroom of mess
I hope to God I detest the loathsome feeling of lonesomeness
I pray and pray away the pain tonight
I want to be okay as I lay here, saying in my cranium how I’m going to fight the epic, grand fight this June
I feel this party inside me isn’t over
I feel this party outside my range — I don’t want a drink, no thanks —
Got me feeling less and less sober
I am profoundly bewildered in angst
Dear me, I’m dead in the head with dread
Fearing I won’t be free from bondage instead
I want to consume the Word like wine and bread
But, I’m foolish and regretful…mournful and in anguish in bed…
Sobriety is harder than I think
Because, like an alcoholic, I want that drink
Sobriety is harder than I think
Because, like a smoker, I want to smoke away my issues and let the shower water collide into the sink
Sobriety, I believe, is possible
I’m improving — God has done the impossible
In my life…in my life…
Of peace and strife
Still, I don’t know exactly how I feel right now
But I’m feeling at ease with myself somehow
Sobriety is in my grasp, I understand
That I have relapsed, but know that His mercy is at hand
HEART OF A GOOD WIFE:
Don't ever nag that she grew wild,
I'm blunt to say this,so be assured.
And no more can you treat her bad.
Absolutely, she's now matured.
Frankly, she possess all the qualities,
That filled your home with tranquillity.
All your friends cherishes her might.
They obviously wish for her kind.
Yet,you kept handling her without care,
And what made you cheat on her?
Perhaps, you thought she wasn't aware,
As you're been swamped by an affair,
With those filthy promiscuous women,
Who ruins the peace of married men.
So never accept to say she changed,
Because you really made her enraged.
She's always a good woman in your life,
Who supports you as a noble wife.
But you caused her life to be fouled,
By decaying those words you vowed,
On the ceremonial day of your union.
Thank God she's spiritually moving on.
Though, you failed to fence her with love,
In order for both of you to be sound.
She intervenes for you with prayers,
For you to succeed in your line of work.
But you made her feel very despaired,
Without trying hard to put her first.
Now that she'd left and is happy in life,
She still pray for you every night.
But you sit all day lamenting sadly,
Over those wreckers acts of insanity.
Your businesses have totally collapsed,
And your individuality has relapsed,
Thence you struggle hard to survive,
As the one who holds you down is gone.
Therefore you wish to clear all your wrongs,
So you're tirelessly asking her to come back.
Just to get yourself right on track...
But it's fine you're turning a new page,
To reform your union with new phase.
Wishing you the best of luck....I'm out!
I fled away from your grasp
Confident till I breathe my last and my complacency isn’t vast
I have completely relapsed
Had to relax and satisfy me aside from my mindset of the past
I really have to go…
You don’t know me and you don’t care to
If you loved me so,
You’d be here with me and you’d be you
You trespassed my boundary space
You took away my saving grace…
In front of my face, I feel like a disgrace
I’m keeping pace on this race…
I really have to go…
I have been unappreciative lately
I’m not your sunlit glow
I haven’t let go and let live frankly
Severely slid backwards
I lost my track of words
My thoughts fly like a bird in the sky
I watch them catch clouds, passing by
I cry and I feel so high today
I’m feeling frivolous and full of dismay
I don’t know why I shy away
I’m feeling marvelous and I want that feeling to stay that way…
Mesmerized by your intimacy of illumination
I really have to go on the merry go round of misery’s company
Just to feel glad again…just to feel joy again
I really have to go home but I’m stuck in the bar’s captivity
Striving for perfection comes with a price
so it's true the higher you climb the more unforgiving people become,
so I ask God let thy will be done not mines,
I too felt like I was in the garden of Gethsemane in my life time,
forced to make decisions about the people in it when their season was finished,
am I tripping. That's what they said,
and my actions obviously led them to believe that this wasn't supposed to happen,
kinda like how we who call ourselves believers or even devout saints
weren't suppose to let sin be the reason we relapsed. Cut out the Holier than thou act
truth is even those you idolize and pedestal are in rehab,
everyone is struggling with something,
so go ahead keep lying to yourself but note to self
the first step is acceptance, accepting that you are far from right with God, you went left.
Go ahead repent, what the Holy spirit does that non believers or atheist will never get
is that it shoots straight threw pride past your emotions and leaves a convicting spirit
with the fear in your soul where you finally can admit and say "I'm not right"
you see the biggest misconception about Christianity in the west,
is that if you accept Jesus as your Lord and saviour then everything this world,
these streets couldn't offer you he will and indeed bless you with the rest.
But here's the truth,
just because you came in class late you are not exempt from the test,
Hell, God made his self into a man,
and because he saw no end to our ancestors wickedness,
he deemed it necessary that the only way to redeem us was to give up himself for us.
Now I'm no preacher, I don't even go to church
so don't confuse me with any lay member, minister, or deacon just someone who kinda
knows the Holy script according to how the Catholic church saw fit to write it up.
but here's the message. How can you, a finite flawed human being compete with his
perfection, you can't, stop trying he knows this, so start shooting for progression.
Because no matter how good of a saint you try to be,
you can't buy your way into Heaven.
He paid the price you've been set free from bondage of the flesh.
You got what you didn't deserve,
he took what was coming to you and that's what we call grace.
So I guess my only other question to those who say only God can judge me,
without Christ Jesus how you plan to beat the case...
We are here
sexing
and singing
mindfulling our Perceptions and Questions
together in this now present
gifted Time
To eat and work together
for our cooperative
and ancient thriving health care,
of course,
But,
also,
and perhaps even more pre-historically
pre-anthrosupremacy,
to sing and dance together
to win/win play our root vibrant chakras,
and cooperatively think
by feeling together
sharing co-invested sacred wonders
and compassionately embodied awe,
of course,
And to embrace our EarthTribe sexuality,
our wild natural spirited climates
of climax and relax,
elapsed spacelessness
and relapsed time
of Yang and Yintegral
Heaven/Earth CoOperative Peace
Between ego Patriarchs
and ecosystemic Matriarchs,
transgenderal
multigenerational
regenerative democratic
organic organizing
Evermore sacred,
less merely secular sensory-neural systemic
LeftBrain verbalized reflections
transmutations
transfigurations
transcendent transubstantiations
Climax Yangish revolutions
of a sacred penetrating mountain
baptized in EarthPowered ecofeminist flow
of HereDivine/NowHumane
bilaterally resonant enlightenment
delight
For a global health/wealth
positively developing
unfolding
reweaving climate
of this
our politically correct time together
within Earth's Great PolyCulturing Communion.