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Written for all people who are sick of being treated badly. Particularly kind people like Lightworkers and Empaths.
If they don't appreciate your presence, you may need to teach them about your absence.
Everyone deserves to be treated with dignity, kindness and respect.
I'll be the one you'll miss
By Michelle Morris
22/11/2024
You say you're not trying to push me away
And yet your behaviour pushes me towards the door
You say that you don't need me
Yet it's oh so convenient when I help without being implored
Are you really that self-absorbed
That you don't see the warning signs?
Are you so ultra self-assured
That you think you'll get someone better in time?
I don't think you realise that
I'm one of the few who'd put up with you
All your strange behaviour
Mixed signals and little untruths
I had hoped that we'd become friends
But I guess I have my answer
I've just been wasting my time here
Being used because you're a chancer
You don't appreciate my presence
So I guess I'll teach you about my absence
You'll be wondering what the hell happened
When there's no one to deal with your lapses
And when you see me leave for good
Don't be surprised when your World crumbles
You'll no longer be under my protection
My Angel Light will be gone and you'll stumble
Don't feel sorry for yourself then
Because Karma can be a little mean
It's going to royally kick you down
Put you in your Cosmic place for real
And when you're down there in the Dirt
Or drowning in the Dark Abyss
Know this my fickle little man
That I'll be the one you'll miss
© Michelle Morris, 2024
I need to get a box to hold the pieces of my life together. Because they're falling out of place awfully fast. Every day I look into the mirror and ask myself, how much longer can all this possibly last?
Does it even really matter anymore?
It seems like the more I try the harder I fail.
So why not just ignore my problems?
It's so easy to pretend that they are not there.
I close my eyes and just keep running,
But where ever I go, there they wait.
Should I lose my life, or take one?
Tell me what difference would it make.
I tire of this endless struggle, especially while the consequences keep building up.
By the time it's finally over I will have succeeded
At once again royally ing up.
I stop to backtrack my fading footprints,
Looking for where I wandered off.
All I ever wanted was to be happy...
I guess happiness lies further off than I thought.
I slowly lost my faith
Joy I now believe is just a myth.
I've searched my entire life and have found nothing. Like chasing a Unicorn-
They don't exist!
Violins plucking strings
of horsehair, satin ribbons
violet violate a dark
foresaken world
like a beautiful dream
romance unravels
the sweet pain
comes undone
then those wild horses
dance macabre neck-to-neck
racing all the way home
for want of a better country,
these beautiful creatures
limbs racing all lathered
opening wide
and unconquered
plunder new territory
in the red seeded seat
royally the hidden thing
beats like a machine
underneath the skin
a ripe juicy red apple
no cherry pip
feeds the mind of
marquis de john donne
and dorian's sybil vane
gone all wrong
Violins the shape
of a woman
the music inside
her intense jungle
prowls around
like an exotic
soft pawed purring
black leopard
something wicked
or wonderful
in the garden
this way it comes
the soft satin
that binds metaphoric
minds like wrists
the will to resist
comes undone
something wicked
or wonderful
in the garden
dappled in shadow
shining and hidden
like a solitairy secret
like a morning star
this way, it comes
Candide Diderot. ‘24
Computers computing have pinpointed here
This planet, it seems, has something to fear
I look to the skies and they’re beautiful…… now
The stars are quite static, yet I mop my brow
A spacecraft is coming; I can’t see it yet
It’s out of control, so it’s a good bet
That no chutes, no thrusters and no reverse gear
Are going to stop it from crashing so near
Gravity, might you please assuage my fear
Of this plunging artefact that cannot steer
Could it perhaps splash down in pools of mud
Or maybe come down with a fairly light ‘Thud!’
It’s them blinking Ruskies; that’s who it was
Sent that thing up and then it was lost
They sent that big firework into the air
Because, much like Everest… Venus is there
It’s coming our way, of that we are certain
Let’s hope it will head for the old iron curtain
The west has been reticent to put the boot in
Please Kosmos 4-8-2, crash down on Putin
The experts are feeding us all with the notion
That K 4-8-2 might come down in the ocean
But everyone’s gonna be in for a shock
If it crashes unhindered on some city block
So everyone, everywhere… here is the craic
Some of us may have a cross on our back
So if you look up and you see it, best run
For though it’s quite small, it weighs half a ton
Of course, every cloud has a silver trimmed edge
And whilst I shall hide behind some nearby hedge
I savour the slim chance that Putin is tremblin’
In case space should dump its old trash on the Kremlin
But if it is I who gets royally splattered
Perhaps I should be posthumously flattered
So, if its huge shadow finds me unawares
It’s been good to know you… I’ll see you ‘upstairs’…
I Am a TITAN, Solar Helmet Steady
I Am a Golden Phenom of Self Mastery,
Burning Bright, I Am a Diamond Soul of Opulence
Rising in Hyperborean Confidence,
I Am Heaven Blessed and Royally August
I Am Valiant, I Am Gallant, I Am Robust
I Am a Lion Blooded, Eagle Minded Conqueror
In Total Freedom My Wings Flutter,
Solo Ponderer, I Soul Cypher the Great Mystery
Tramping these Legendary Victories,
Kindling the Spark Of Hope, Ignites the Phoenix Epitome
Golden Born, I Rise Like Joshua Over Jericho
Fortified like Iron Pillars, I Stand Tall
Where the Stars are Blazing, Suddenly Blazon, Suddenly Enthralled
The Shine is of Jubilance
I Am Shimmering in Luminance,
Ecstatic and Exuberant
I Am a Phosphorescence Of Exuberance,
I Am Enlivened by the Resuscitation of the Searing Blaze
I Am Alive, I Am Sublime, I Am Stoic in Archaic Faith,
Star Gleaming, I Am a Metric Ton of Glorious Gold
Blazing the Noble Path of the Eight Fold,
Belief, it's an Absolute Must
Full Speed Ahead, the Inner Fire Combusts
This Luminous Torch Within I Trust
Got me Soul Drifting Wanderlust
When you feel lonely and afraid
with no one to come to your aid
look up friend, pray to God above,
and discover His heart of love.
If you feel that folks do not care,
and their words often bring a tear.
Turn to God when foes your name trash,
His heart is full of compassion.
A woman suffered many years,
with bleeding that roused her worst fears.
She touched the Master’s garment’s hem
and felt a heart of empathy.
When those you love most wound your heart,
with sharp words that pierce like a dart.
Ask God your wounded heart to bind
His heart is so caring and kind.
If you feel burdened down with sin
and mired in mess to your chin.
Pray to your God, stop murmuring
His heart is just and merciful.
When you have blown it royally,
and your foes triumph joyfully,
‘Tis when you need to stop and pray
and prove that God’s heart is gracious.
In this life, you often stumble,
and your flaws cause folks to grumble.
Friends and foes may keep you at bay
but God’s heart for you is patient.
The heart of men is harsh and cold.
When the things that you are told,
break your heart, and your spirit bend,
pray to God, His heart is tender.
Lord, I would be completely Thine.
May your heart be infused in mine.
With your traits from my heart shining
I will heal souls that are pining.
Oh, majestic city, where time cradles its wings,
In a moment of the world, where the dream of star cascades is a timid seed,
I wander, a phantom of grace, beneath the moon's silver imprint,
Meandering through alleys where echoes of steps knock on the door of the ether, seeding songs forever set in stone.
I wear a tie that blooms with the fragrance of lavender, enmeshed by dawn,
My vest weaves the aurora, in the squall of night - a vivid canvas, unquenched.
In my ear, a ring, a guiding beacon in an ocean of mysteries,
Spinning tales from sands and dreams of untrodden shores, worlds of myth.
The secrets of dusk send shivers, a sweet murmur of past encounters,
My eyes, lanterns in the dark – stealing hearts amidst fleeting moments.
Complete mystery, my name in the night, an unending thought, an everlasting story,
The contour of a prince at dusk, the sovereign of shadows, the sentinel of evening, forever undefeated.
Ribbons meander in the dance with the breeze, a parade of butterflies under timid rays,
My steps reverberate royally, as a monarch in the moon's ballroom.
My gaze, twice a teacher, a window to enchantment,
Opens the gates to hidden galaxies, intertwining passion with finesse.
Baptized by moonlight, carried away into the ambrosia of stars,
I dream of the odyssey of love, of songs preserved from ancient times.
I, the dreamer, the catalog of the night, an alchemist of hidden crafts,
Roam in search of the absolute, the jewel of love in every meteor breaking silence.
In this solar municipality, the solemnity of the moment petrifies,
I, the suave silhouette of twilight, the beloved being, a diamond amongst shadows.
With every parting from a celestial body, when dawn adorns the day,
We are reborn with the hope of blooming anew, of painting the saga of a magic that never fades.
As if standing in the halls of justice,
stoically stood six sable souls—the sun
reflecting off their smooth feathered robed
coverings—a supreme regal sight indeed.
The eminence of the chief was evident
as he royally stood in front of the others
as they pondered the hour of decision.
No need to rush—theirs—a life-time deed
in upholding the purity of the laws of nature.
Above, glided three ebony hued comrades;
their stealth-like fashion as if to ensure
the security of the scene below.
The chief slowly approaches the case;
and hopping atop, he inspects the whole pile.
When his roving eyes met the stilled ones,
three waves of his feathered arms filled the air.
In response, the waiting five tip-toed to the pile;
the three hovering stealth-like companions
glided to the ground; gracefully, the feast began.
As the sunset closed down another day,
the law of nature had again been executed.
Walked into a ruddy stop sign today
Damn thing's been there for eons
Concentration lately is all shot to hell
It's the looney bin for me e'er long
They'll lock me up this time for good
Probably it's best that they do
Before I do some irreparable damage
And I wind up royally screwed
Thought I had things under control
Wear underwear most every day
But at times I'm known to wander off
Police bring me back when I stray
Bumping into things ain't a good sign
Quite famous all over the town
Forgetting to zip up after having a pee
Or even forgetting to zip down
So sad an ending to a productive life
Babbling to myself as I drool
But the friends I talk to inside my head
Understand me and think I'm cool!
© Jack Ellison 2015
I was so looking forward to my trip to Tahiti
this was to be my panacea, a sure cure for all my ails.
For once there I could forget the dregs of big city life
and swim the opal sheen of a chatoyant sea, in tranquil peace.
Arriving in my loudest vacation garb, I felt at ease
in my role of cynosure, strutting like a movie star.
All to soon I was whisked off...to the glamour and opulence
that awaited me at my ineffable, unbelievably posh hotel/palace.
There I was royally greeted, by a true ingénue beauty
the epitome of grace, she exuded a gentle demure and friendly manner.
She was like a gazelle...swift and yet lissome
with an indelible smile that seemed sempiternal, and omnipresent.
And in the sweetest, mellifluous song like voice
she softly whispered...“welcome to paradise.”