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Over and over
I keep looking forward
With only you on my mind
It’s getting colder
When did you ever stop being so kind
Why did it go for so long
Where did it all go wrong
Was I ever on your list
Why am I so bad at this
Hold my hand
Say it to me again
The past is now my only true friend
Over and over
I keep going over
Everything I should’ve said
I’m getting older
The one that I loved is the monster under my bed
Could I have saved it
Rearranged it
It’s a comfort to lie to myself
Lies that im lying in
Are getting taller
So I don’t have to face the new rules
I made for you
So you could make your bed
Over and over
Were we both sober
When it was promised forever
I’m hearing Rumors
Of the two lonely birds that will now never be wed
(I'll never forget) The love we made
Searching through the shells,
where every human dwells...
you said, you found a pearl inside of mine
In me you found the good,
that I just never could,
you shined your light on me, but now I'm blind
Chorus
When I reach for you,
and I can't feel you there...
I remember the love we made,
and I sense you everywhere.
Now a cold breeze blows,
out the flickering flame...
(But) I'll never forget the love we made
Diamond from the coal,
extracted from the shoal...
you were the finest gem I ever mined
You took what's meant to be,
and gave it all to me...
(but) it doesn't mean a thing(baby) without you
Chorus
When I reach for you,
and I can't feel you there...
I remember the love we made,
and I sense you everywhere.
Now a cold breeze blows,
out the flickering flame...
(But) I'll never forget the love we made
Now a cold breeze blows,
out the flickering flame...
(But) I'll never forget the love we made
Now a cold breeze blows,
out the flickering flame...
(But) I'll never forget the love we made
John Derek Hamilton
January 14,2019
Happy two thousand nineteenth birthday Autumn - September 23, 2019!
Despite twittering, uber
sputtering kickstarting
onset of cool weather
argh, another brief daily spate
re: forecasting blistering,
nauseating, sweltering...
ninety degree plus Fahrenheit
temperature forecast
(along eastern seaboard)
courtesy mister summer,
who will overstay his welcome
hoop fully a more seasonable
cooling trend rounds out ninth month
(according to Gregorian calendar)
I eagerly look forward
to crisp refreshing air
much more comfortable
to weather being outdoors
within/out this sequestered enclave
postage stamp size geographical area
offers respite versus metropolitan
denser population centers,
the former disappearing open space
rather disheartening, but urbanization -
purportedly the definition of progress
finds once open farmland
less than fifty years back
crumbling barns now tombstones
testimony when people
farmed the land, and lived
linkedin with rhythms of nature,
which only found courtesy said vestiges
inevitably razed (similar to boyhood home
324 Level Road) finds yours truly
brooding fast paced instant
credit karma gratification
twenty first century, which
small, medium forces at large
outfox the time tested imprimatur
i.e. latent powers planet Earth
unleashes (thank you global warming)
decrees final curtain call
*****sapiens runs rampant
wreaking havoc all points of compass
already inundated with scorching,
melting ice caps, flooding...
future generations, yet unborn
might avoid predicated on
dramatic alternatives fossil fuels
already showered Gaia
with carbon dioxide
as well other noxious poisons
though vibrant advocacy
evident among students
vocally demonstrating against
irrevocable damage, whereby environment
and countries situated
near sea level take heavy hit,
nonetheless... cautious optimism flickers
inducing mandatory one hundred eighty degree
reorientation regarding eco friendly
methodologies to lo mein, maintain,
sustain... technological civilization,
else quaint existence of thee
will be read about
in digitized history books.
Can anyone accuse you of pretence?
Are you inflicting pain for pain’s own sake?
So little can be said in your defence –
Unless you have some argument to make,
Apart from spitting venom like a snake.
Less culpable than you are snakes, I swear:
They do their damage, blithely unaware.
You knew precisely when, and where, and whence –
Or if you’d rather, planned the steps to take,
Fomenting consciously this pestilence –
You find my words too grand? You’ve got brain-ache?
Okay, let’s say you knew which bough to shake.
Unmitigated mayhem, deep despair
Results in calm. Today, there’s nothing there.
Considered as a love, it was immense.
Regarded as a person, you’re a fake.
Unusually, passionate, intense?
Exactly. So much bitterer the break.
Love blinded me. The thing was my mistake.
The fault was yours, of course. But, to be fair,
You’re not a psychopath. You just don’t care.
Written By: D. Collins 2/4/2019
An inferior team who had no right to be there.
Got to a Superbowl by means completely unfair.
Call it a New Orleans Mojo, or even God's Revenge.
The Rams played in a game they shouldn't have been in.
They call it God's Revenge back where I come from.
Based on what we do, is how the Karma comes.
Every set of eyes upon planet Earth.
Viewed dirty refs putting in Vegas' work.
I'd bet they all got paid by beating the spread.
And, making sure Drew Brees didn't flaunt his flare.
God's Revenge comes with a serious wrath.
The way Deja Vu is to simple math.
There were three head hits, and none of them called.
One point for each is all New England gave ya'll.
Four L.A. refs who guaranteed you got in.
But, when all was said, God had His Revenge.....
http://www.msn.com/en-us/news/other/watch-mardi-gras-parade-float-takes-aim-at-roger-goodell/ar-BBUkSmX
Snow had fallen covering the cobble stone path to the cabin.
It had taken me hours to get here.
I was alone and needed to talk to her, one last time.
She had left in a hurry, after we had had a terrible fight.
I can't remember what it was about, we had so many.
Money, sex, drugs, her abuse, I lost count.
Work was long today and I called to tell her,
we needed to talk.At least one last time.
She said she'd be at the cabin until tomorrow,
when she was leaving.
To where?I don't know.
The night was cold, damp, the kind of night
that can cut through you.
I felt uneasy, as I was later than maybe she expected.
Either way I wasn't going to stay long.
Say goodbye, wish her well, all while keeping
my anger in check.
She needed help and I couldn't give it to her.
Maybe time and distance would help.
As I approached the cabin I saw two sets
of footprints.A trail of blood lead from the
covered path across the porch.
My heart started pounding, who was here?
What had happened?Was she alright?
A candle light flickered in the frosted window.
My steps were slow, careful as I walked onto
the porch and then I opened that door,
the candle went out,I heard glass break, a gunshot.
I woke up in the hospital, hand cuffed to a bed.
A police officer spoke..You have the right to remain silent.
6/19/15
When I was eight
I said to my grandpa
I would only believe
In what I saw!
“God, I did not see
So,How could he be?”
Grandpa said he agreed
With what I believed
And with that creed
I could succeed,
“But remember how you thrive”
“With air that keeps you alive”
“Yet can’t be seen with the eye?”
“But” I said “to be fair”,
“I can feel the air!”
“And can smell with my nose”
“That little garden rose”
“And I can hear it blow!”
“So air exists, I know!!”
“But God I cannot see“
“hear or smell”
“And that He exists”
“How can you tell?”....
Grandpa kept a face
Whimsical at its best
serious was his gaze
Feigning a wisdom test...
“There are things that deceive”
“our senses, that perceive”
“Black holes exist but can’t be seen”
“And nomads see mirages umpteen”
“there are many things beyond reason”
“Not all as clear as the seasons!”
“One day you will surely understand
“That there is god in every strand”
“He cannot be seen, heard or smelt”
“But his presence is always felt”
“in mother’s love for her child”
“Even amongst creatures wild”
“Why would a bird build a nest?”
“Or a cow put a calf to breast?“
“Why would a bird dare a snake”
“And risk life for chick’s sake?”
.........
It is years since grandpa’s death,
Smiling he took his last breath.
Life journeys at a slower pace
As Time has put me in his place
My Tiny grand tots play with me
Morning, evening and at tea
One of them pried me one day
“God doesn’t exist! What you say?”
I shook my head with a smile
I knew this would take a while,
Resting the arms on my cane
I said “ Here we go again!!”
..............
II. Fire
Walking with you each day was a blessing as not many people can say that they were building sweetheart moments. Enjoying our walks and talks every day was something that I would always cherish until it became obvious at the end of the year. We would eat together constantly and would be so close that we were thought of as a couple. Well, that possibility ended when I asked you to the prom and you stated that your mom and you had spoken and said that you could not go as it was only for upper classmen. How little did your mom know that upperclassmen could ask anyone to the prom. You claimed that you know and that you told your mom that I could take anyone. Were you too good for me as you wasted my time for the whole year? Is it possible that you were starting to be a character that would try to have me for yourself and only for when you wanted me? Waiting for you and even thinking about in the early days of the Wolf Pack was not on my mind as I saw other women who would make a better choice when compared to you. All you wanted was to gain association points of being around an upperclassman. Well, the fire started to smolder that day of your rejection. Each time you were invited to an event you never came. Martin Luther and your Protestant rubbish as you were a child in your mind and still are a child of your mind, yet you are younger than me by four years. Being a fool that once sought her treasure through the unfamiliar waters of other men has led me to speak words of fire. The whiskey you came to drink with a fool in Illinois is a popsicle. Calling wine fermented grape juice is more insulting. When you had the chance for my love you denied it for your own gain. You have claimed that you are not pure and that you only do the deed out of recreation. You spoke of your cycle as if we were lovers. When the last person you were with passed into the void you claimed that you were sad as they were the only one who treated you like a girlfriend. With all my scars I do not see value in you as you were one of the many that wounded me. Wounded me in years to come as you would not be there. Your stories are the fantasies in your life. Love to me is no longer worth anything. It is only wasted on the undeserving and on those that lie to others. My tears are of fire and evaporate before they hit the ground. I do not love you!
Snow White is a princess with OCD,
who dusted each dwarf obsessively.
She'd polish the floor,
then clean it once more -
now the dwarfs all live quite compulsively.
Young Belle had Stockholm syndrome, it's true,
though the Beast acted like a zoo.
He'd snarl and throw plates,
still she saw him as great,
now she growls and bites like him too.
There once was Queen Elsa with MDD,
who hid herself from the whole monarchy.
She stayed home in bed,
eating ice cream instead,
now Arendelle runs on anxiety.
Poor Rapunzel had PTSD,
From Mother Gothel’s screaming constantly.
Each time someone yelled,
she’d hide where she dwelled —
now Flynn speaks to her quietly.
Young Alice had schizophrenia, they said,
After chatting with hats in her head.
She chased rabbits all day,
while teacups screamed, “Stay!” —
now the Queen checks her meds before bed.
Poor Cinderella lived with DPD,
so she asked the mice permission for tea.
The prince chose her dress,
her shoes, and her stress —
now he chooses her whole personality.
Princess Anna had wild ADHD,
she’d start seventeen tasks before three.
She’d ride off mid-chat,
then forget where she sat —
now even the reindeer run on caffeine.
Fading rays of day were giving way to twilight as I stood on the precipice overlooking the ocean. Minutes earlier, I was in the arms of the only man I'd ever loved... Sean. We'd said farewell beneath windswept branches of the tree we'd been married under a month earlier. Now, I watched him waiting on the beach for the skiff that would take him to the ship he'd captain for the next few months. The ship that would take him away from me.
sunset horizon
ocean currents swirl and sway ~
twilight on the cliff
I'd held back tears while in his arms, trying to be brave. But they were rolling down my cheeks as steadily as the waves were crashing ashore. Sean looked up at me as I raised a hand to my lips for one last kiss. I felt a surge of dizziness and the urge to run after him, but the schooner had dropped anchor in the bay. I took one step closer to the edge and then realized the danger. Blinded by tears, my mind gave little thought to tumbling down the cliff, but my heart... my heart was torn from grieving that soon Sean would be gone.
footprints on the beach
giant swells of crested waves ~
blaring ocean roars
I watched as he sailed away, a speck upon the ocean. I felt a chill deep down in my soul as rivulets of saltwater fell from my eyes. I wished for wings, jealous of gulls who flew alongside Sean's vessel. A Zepher wind tangled my hair and blew crested waves ashore. In my heart, I'd sail upon the tides where my love now resides.
high tide was ebbing
gulls followed a ship to sea ~
waves still crashed ashore