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Life carried on brushing up pain
Each day I could hardly remain
Darkness seemed to be my only course
As I falter and enter ultimate remorse
I could not see what's going on before me
As life seemed dim I could hardly see
There only seemed to be one way out
Only one that I have known about
Sleeping pills were taken extremely
All at once, I was feeling sleepy
In a last minute impulse I called emergency
They swiftly came as I was quickly
Fading fast from this course of reality
I was nodding off to sleep completely
They kept me barely awake to the hospital
Where I was contorted to spill all
I was gagged forcefully as darkness came
Awakened again to find more pills taken
My throat agonized with pain within
From the horrible gagging motion
Pill after pill flowed out of my mouth
As I neared closer to oblivion, further south
Finally I was allowed to sleep
My dreams now were mine to keep
When I awoke people surrounded me
Looking very worried, disappointed really
I had survived the attempt on my life
A fear I will always remember, the strife
Now the world is back into my life again
The pain is seemingly always pounding within
Worry is written all over my family
Fear escapes my mother’s eyes completely
They do many tests to see if I’m stable
Then the diagnosis is depression, certifiable
Therapists become a part of my new life
All present and accounted for, no new strife
Things weren’t anywhere near like they were
When everything was dark, fearful for sure
I hated life, it was lifeless, demure
Then it seemed I had the perfect cure
But life chose me, and I survived
Now things work simply and I thrived
I had the presence to make the best
Of what life brings, to take in the rest
I hold dear now all things that this life brings
A warm feeling comes when fear is fleeting
A perfect happiness comes from simplicity
Bringing complexity down to earth sincerely
Love came swiftly with joy in the heart
Never felt more pure, never to be torn apart
Now that I had survived the brush of death
I now take pleasure in each and every breath
This is what happens sometimes when death knocks
And life gets switched around, time tick-tocks
Now since the terror has come and gone
Joy and pleasure have arrived as one
The future now looks a lot greater
Now that death will be a lot later
Russell Sivey
Entrant into Richard Tarr's "suicide survivor" contest
11/12/2012
Rubber lover, Zipperella,
is not a brother or a fella.
He has false **** and kitten heels,
not a chest and ankles made of steel
His spiky rubber bag is old,
cleverly patched with a Marigold.
It’s been so long since he wore cotton,
and only zips, never a button
Zippy is a Tube commuter,
six foot tall in his Transmuters.
Lots of people stop and stare,
even more when he had pink hair.
Being a girl was such hard work,
every day another jerk!
Better to dye it back to brown,
play his fetish lifestyle down.
A little less attention is better,
when all he wants is bread n butter
Down to his local corner shop,
in skin tight leggings and a belly top.
He could blend if he wore a sweater,
or maybe brown corduroys would be better.
That’s what a woman would ask,
it had happened in ZIppy's past.
He’d had a wife who he'd loved dearly,
but she couldn't understand him...clearly.
Take off that dress, put on some trousers!
What about mother, think of the neighbors!
It went on like that for years,
lots of heartache, floods of tears.
Even though she was his lover,
he felt like they didn't know each other.
Then on a bight and sunny morning,
came the last, the ultimate warning,
‘Zippy, I want you as a man;
you’re turning me into a lesbian!’
He was forced to wisely choose,
the rubber-wear would surly loose.
He had made his vowels for life,
how could he just leave his (darling) wife?
The only decent thing to do,
was to be loyal, to be true.
But then depression set right in,
when all his beloved rubber was thrown in the bin!
Time stood still for a couple of years,
lots more heart ache, stress and fears.
For he missed rubber in his (now) sad life,
more than he would miss his nagging (dear) wife.
This could not go on forever,
he needed a friend not a jealous lover.
Maybe she didn't’t like his feminine side,
but Zippy loved dear Zipperella with pride.
So one sad day they said goodbye,
with no questioning or reasoning why.
It was how it was meant to be,
she was free, and so was SHE!
Alone again but not as much,
much more honest, much more in trust.
For Zipperella loves all things feminine,
now the woman he holds dearest lives within…him.
(Author Notes
fella: man
Marigold: washing up gloves
Tube: london underground
Transmuters: a brand of boots with frankenstein style heels with big studs)
I stay up all night thinking
About the entire day
How to make things different
To stop being afraid
I wish I could reach out and call
I know they really love me
They want to know about my life
But I don’t think they’ll see
My life is different from before
This I do agree
But who I am and was before
I’m closer now to free
There are things that I must change
To have peace and to be
All I’ve ever dreamed of
Living and feeling free
I’ve found my mate, my lover
My family, my best friend
He’s older and he’s different
On him, I do depend
Our love is real and true and kind
He needs me, I need him
My family doesn’t accept me now
They’ve judged him on a wim
How do I live my life
Without my mom and dad
I know they want the best for me
But what they do is bad
They always expect the worst of me
And show me no trust too
Despite the path I’ve laid till now
It doesn’t matter what I do
I’m proud of who I have become
A person honest and true
Why can’t they just be happy now
Sit back and watch how I grew
They created who I am in part
Their job is now to see
That I will choose my life and dreams
And who I want to be
I’m thankful and appreciate
All that they have done
And want them to believe in me
And trust my life’s begun.
I’m estranged now from my brother
His wife and his family
My best friend Kim is worried
Of the life that I lead
They think that I have chosen bad
And not fulfilled my dreams
Assuming this about my life
Without consulting me
I wrote these words to express
How I feel to them
I hope that they will listen
And that acceptance will begin
I want them to stop assuming
Always the negative and the worst
And believe I can be happy
Help me lift my bad luck curse
I know it may be hard
To accept Charlie
But they will have to try this now
As he is part of me
If only they would give themselves
The chance to know him well
A person with a soul they’d love
If they could only tell
I hope my parents find a way
To understand my life
If they can’t accept me now
Stab me with a knife
This is how important you are
My beloved family
So can we please start over now, fresh and anew
This will make me happy
And Charlie wants this too
I need you with me by my side
In my life I do.
I love you and I miss you much
I hope you feel this too.
Form:
As I sat today surrounded by millions of words,
As I glazed at the sheets....
Each bearing my emotions,
Or bearing one of my pains,
But with each bearing an unbelievable story,
One that desperatly needs to be told....
My life of twenty-three years,
All lay before me now,
Almost all running together,
Almost all becoming the same.
I upon paper started to write,
As I began my fight for survial,
And the fight for my life.
That year being 1983...
But yet now seeming as tho.....
Maybe just a year or so ago....
When a simple visit to a dentist....
Left me it's horrors....
And robbed me of my life...
My youth seeming to vanish over night.....
Not knowning......
The trails that lay ahead...
Would soon just add...
To my already living fears.
I know now all this paper became....a path....
A path chosen.....
Chosen, to carry me thru.....
Thru the up coming months of misery....
And many heartbreaking tears....
Yes today as I look into this box...
My life before me.....I am forced to recall.....
As sheets of paper....
Some faded with age...
All beganing revealing years of the .....
Unkowning.......
Years of my fears.....
Surgeons not knowing....
What the out come would be.....
Each trying so hard to just help me.....
Each knowing my sanity was laying.....
Laying close on the line..... .
Yes my pains were great....
And my spirits were low....
Pain had engulfed me....
As misery had taken its toll.....
You see my life as I had known it....
All ended one day.....
I was left with lock jaw....
And oh in such a brutal way.....
I was left unattented.....
With the matter growing worse.....
For the dentist that had harm me.....
Saw not the need to help me.....
But rather to hide behind....
His unexperienced years.
With years passing...
And proper help not to be found....
My life was all shattered about me....
As my hope of recovery....
Began vanishing with time.....
So now I live with the results....
I live with all the disbelives....
Tho I surived it's wrath....
I became a victim...
A victim of a crime.....
With these words all about me......
And as I said......
Each revealing a path....
All I ask when you read them...
Remember they helped to save me....
On the many days....
I thought were my last......
178 months, 129940 hours,
now only 10 minutes remain.
Sitting in cold eerie darkness,
he observes the rhythm of water drops,
slowly wipes away streams of sweat
with his withered trembling hands.
That aching fear, gnawing in his fevered brain,
spasms of fear demanding flight
yet none to be had,
his inner soul asking why he had lost his way
why had his sad life come to this?
What lay in the caverns of darkness ahead!
Wardens pace up and down like wolves,
stopping to stare with compassion less eyes - smirking.
Waiting for the clock to chimes 12 times,
and to shout, 'dead man walking.'
He sits savoring every last breath,
rapidly repenting for all his past mistakes,
deep inside he knows its too late for regrets.
All his apologies fall upon deaf ears.
Flashes past seen, his crimes, girls and drugs, what a blast!
Pretty girls, each taking a slice, of his hoarded treasures
and he indulging in theirs with total abandonment.
O' glorious were those dead and ancient days!
Then reality came back to bite and bite hard,
saying, " such foolishness was a dream and soon comes Death"!
Too hard to bear such truth, he rushes back into fleeting dreams.
Suddenly cold, very cold he feels the deafening bleakness!
Sees the finality in the concrete and iron bars holding him.
Cries silently, what he wouldn't give for another day,
another dawn out in sunshine and fresh air!
Then reality and Fate both spoke to him saying,
" Tho' you a doomed man, meet thy death as a brave one."
Each heart beat beats with each ticking second.
He clutches his worn bible, readying himself for what lies ahead,
anxiously contemplating if he is worthy of redemption.
Rocking back and forth, unable to control floods of tears,
his thoughts are disturbed with a truncheon rattling his cell's bars,
and the dreaded final summoning of his name.
Wolves smile with sly eyes, as the stench of death fills the air.
Fellow inmates turn their faces to the ground.
He savours every step, he knows they are his last.
God is no longer the master of his condemned fate.
He knows he can't erase the crimes of his past,
but takes solace, feeling his crimes were not premeditated,
but now he must face the hypocrisy of his own premature death.
Silent One collaboration with Robert Lindley
17 December 2017
178 months, 129940 hours,
now only 10 minutes remain.
Sitting in cold eerie darkness,
he observes the rhythm of water drops,
slowly wipes away streams of sweat
with his withered trembling hands.
That aching fear, gnawing in his fevered brain,
spasms of fear demanding flight
yet none to be had,
his inner soul asking why he had lost his way
why had his sad life come to this?
What lay in the caverns of darkness ahead!
Wardens pace up and down like wolves,
stopping to stare with compassion less eyes - smirking.
Waiting for the clock to chimes 12 times,
and to shout,
'dead man walking.'
He sits savouring every last breath,
rapidly repenting for all his past mistakes,
deep inside he knows its too late for regrets.
All his apologies fall upon deaf ears.
Flashes past seen, his crimes, girls and drugs, what a blast!
Pretty girls, each taking a slice, of his hoarded treasures
and he indulging in theirs with total abandonment.
O' glorious were those dead and ancient days!
Then reality came back to bite and bite hard,
saying, " such foolishness was a dream and soon comes Death"!
Too hard to bear such truth, he rushes back into fleeting dreams.
Suddenly cold, very cold he feels the deafening bleakness!
Sees the finality in the concrete and iron bars holding him.
Cries silently, what he wouldn't give for another day,
another dawn out in sunshine and fresh air!
Then reality and Fate both spoke to him saying;
" Tho' you a doomed man, meet thy death as a brave one."
Each heart beat beats with each ticking second.
He clutches his worn bible, readying himself for what lies ahead,
anxiously contemplating if he is worthy of redemption.
Rocking back and forth,
unable to control floods of tears,
his thoughts are disturbed with a truncheon rattling his cell's bars,
and the dreaded final summoning of his name.
Wolves smile with sly eyes,
as the stench of death fills the air.
Fellow inmates turn their faces to the ground.
He savours every step, he knows they are his last.
God is no longer the master of his condemned fate.
He knows he can't erase the crimes of his past,
but takes solace,
feeling his crimes were not premeditated,
but now he must face the hypocrisy
of his own premature death.
Success divided them
Opening up doors
That should have remained closed
The temptress walked right in
Made herself at home
And conquered what was not hers
Leaving Sylvia feeling betrayed and alone
Another man leaving her life
She was never given the opportunity to know
What security from a man feels like
She was always left to make it on her own
Never having anyone to count on
Never having someone to give
Her unconditional love and security
Then her tragic end
While her unsuspecting children
Lay in their beds
Peacefully sleeping
Unaware of the doom to come
She placed her head in a gas stove
Suffocating from the toxic fumes
Though her physical deprivation of oxygen
Made her body violently contort
Maybe her demise was
The only way she knew to
Release the pain in her soul
That was haunting her always
Like a shadow
Following her
Until she sought to end
Her life's journey
That constantly betrayed her
Though many believe that
The soul who commits such a dreadful act
Will be punished for all eternity
In a darker place then they ever knew on earth
I wonder if there is
Such a price to pay
Why cannot payment be demanded
From the ones who were
Figuratively gripping her by the throat
Leaving her feeling
That there was no other way out
Leaving her to face each day
Bitterly alone
Sylvia's life and mine
Are intertwined in so many ways
Though my Father is very much alive
It seems like his death came long ago
Because we are strangers
My relationship with him
Has profoundly affected
How I view men at present
And probably until the day
My life ends
Like Sylvia, my husband and I
Share a bond through our poetry
Our intellectual conversations
Stimulate our minds and strengthen our bond
But, then infidelity, abuse and betrayals
Ended the magic between us
Leaving our relationship dormant
Temporary bliss is all I have been given
Though I am grateful for
The chance to experience it at all
My life is empty
Without the security that a man brings
When you can trust him with everything
That you possess
Your innermost secrets
Your dreams
And even your very soul
For this security escaped
Sylvia and I both
This void bonds us
Even beyond the realm of death
Because pain is never-ending
My face is pretty many people say but what good is a pretty face when my life I live in vain.
No purpose in life but to take up space.
My life is a complete waste.
But please don't say it's my fault, please don't say I did not try for that would be a lie.
I gave it my all but each time I would fall no matter what I did I always fail at the end.
I've been cursed since my birth oh what a blessing it would be if my soul never came to be on this earth.
What could be worst then not having any self worth?
I have been hurt so badly if you stand near me you too may feel may pain.
So little in life there is to maintain my brain I am very much surprised that I have not yet gone insane.
What am I to do now?
Where am I to go?
Time sweeps by so quickly yet I look forwarded to nothing the next day holds.
I wait patiently for something good and new to unfold.
However I do not know how much longer I can stand out in the cold.
I am so very much along and have no one to turn to for help I tried yelling at those who pass by, but they do not hear my cries.
Perhaps they are just blind or perhaps I am just not see-able.
Look at me now and tell me am I invisible?
Sometimes I think this to be the case and I look in the mirror and see my pretty face and shake my head.
Why must I feel like the living dead?
Why must my life be in vain?
I ask myself these questions but no answer do I obtain.
I try to change my life for the better but it always seems to get worst.
Some say it's a curse...but I believe it is just my life.
Strife, Pain and Loneliness seem to be my only pals but I hate them and wish they where not around.
I hide from them but they know I am too easily found.
I wonder what happiness is like?
Is it really as good as they say?
It's hard for me to remember the last time I felt that way...
Day by day my life goes by nothing but emptiness fills my heart and mind.
What a unkind world I live upon it's a wonder that I'm still here.
My fears I have many but my friends I have few so who am I to turn to?
Will you hear my cry?
Will you come to my aid?
Will you be the one to stand beside me and feel my ever growing pain?
If you do then I must thank you for being so kind for it may not change the entire world but it would surely change mine.
watching silently as the ground is disturbed, unearthed
the simple act of digging a hole captives my attention
shovelling multitudes of mixed emotions upon my heart
reaching fingers to let the sands flow slowly through them
life blood seeping, fertilizing soil, and yet draining emotion
innocence disappears from within me, soul lost and confused
strange a farmer digs a hole, raising such usefulness from within,
to feed and nurture, life wondrously cultivated
a young child digs a hole and places seeds of both real and imaginary,
from the real flourish flowers of such incredible beauty
the imaginary grow into dreams of color, rainbows of the future,
where all is possible and the thrill is in the mystery, yet unblossomed
others dig holes to build, the foundations of houses,
a future of the everyday, of need and want,
places where dreams are housed in security, waiting
then there are the holes that are dug for treasure,
to seek and search, to yearn for treasures to enrich our lives,
to provide more than we have or really need
holes dug to find clues from the past, to enlighten us,
illuminating the future
holes, simple mounds of earth, yet the reasons are as big as mountains
holes in ones mind are opened, to allow possibilities,
yet to escape reality
the duality of a hole, to allow truth and yet to escape from it
when need arises
the heart has many holes, wounds left flayed wide open from lost love,
holes from inferiority, abuse, and the constant pounding of thoughts
callous and calculating, cold and unfeeling, the heart is one large hole,
filled to capacity with the emotions of our lives,
I stand now beside this freshly dug hole of blackened earth,
where no life now protrudes
where all future is lost, aspirations gone, no hope of the new,
the rich or the beautiful
as the ebony casket is lowered into this hole,
all that remains is finality
loss, surrendered lifeless into the earth and I wonder why,
there is no escape
bringer of life and yet taker of the ended, life and future returned
mystery unveiled, unravelled, mystery no more,
now just a hole in the ground once again
and I feel awakened
from this dream...
7 am, I feel startled, alone, inhibited -
I want to scream !!
&
Shout to Zeus and Hera
"this heir we no longer share"
a bloodclot of feelings through
these veins, this heart which
still wants You
my
Kinshala Blue...
but please don't get me wrong
for I'll keep singing yr song
inside my daisied head
where black sparrows now have fed...
for
I sense impending ending
before there was beginning
and question my own ability
to govern love to thee
my Kinshala, Blue, I'll be...
almost better to not have seen
yr eyes and ears between
those dimples 'round yr face
your memory never to erase...
but recall as someone true
whom I've loved but under-grew
with bitter barbs to regret
till some uncertain future's set...
which I still hope for
(but am now crying)
I can't stop the world
(or stop trying)
for at least I've finally met
My Kinshala dream - a Gift
(most don't even get):
to touch their Other hand
till we return once more
to sand....
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Can't stop writing
(and won't)...
cause I've spun a final tear
to this sad life I've wrote
for now on In,
Kinshala - who
I hoped to join
in love so true
Kinshala Blue:
can't pine for You
Can't burn or smolder
till we get older...
cause from what I've learned
from this harsh world
is that the sun don't rise and set
for just one girl...
and I hate to be so blunt
but I might just end this hunt
for Love and I just seem to miss
like cupid's arrow inside a kiss...
and one last verse
I'll add, in hope to reverse
my seemingly
unending curse:
please remember me
as one who was gentle, with truth to see
and please Kinshala, please lend to me
the answer of the Master Key
so that I might One Day
attempt to free
the One True Love
that has eluded Me...