Long Seems Poems
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tending to your affairs
I seem to keep up airs
or so would say
is it really that way
is it really that way
she said
i undermine your achievements
complicate your agreements
i make it so you'll never
succeed
she told me
she looks forward
to my
tomorrow's
she wish to fill them with sorrow
made it so
it's hard for me to achieve
whats a fella to believe
lucky to be in love
or am I just a fool
when you came along i was
out of my head
I had lost my way
didn't speak much
because I didn't have much to say
my smile didn't happen that often
aint got no one meddling
seems the dust id settling
and the days ahead are
sunny, that's true
aint got no lying woman
undermining what I'm doing
Baby I thank the lord
I found you
Like a huge pride of lions roaring at ease
From a hidden cavern in the distance ,
The disturbed robust sea diffuses resonance -
In an infinite expanse of sonorous breeze
The heavy, grey clouds gathering above ,
Let out at times , the bright silvery line ,
Now by chance to smile and then to decline,
Bracing the dismal spirit and hope somehow
All along and everywhere the fit of feel --
The relentless wild beat and serene symphony
Turns into the note of remorse and agony ;
Lived moments pass into the coffer to retreat
What ails one standing before the sea at large ,
Is it the inner reflection of the distressed soul
Or the enigma that covers life on the whole ?
May be the pelagic domain has its own surge
The eerie bearing of contained life all around
Seems to be centred in the rhythm of some
Cosmic order and muse of uniform humdrum
In the extreme ecstasy again is agony found !
America always used to be known
For her thriving Industry
But now that all seems like a dream
A wistful dream from way back when
A time before the New World Order
Made slaves of honest men.
It used to be fair wages
Fair pay for an honest day’s work.
People could live the American Dream
Your job gave you everything you needed
Jobs were plentiful and abundant
They weren’t being sent to countries overseas.
You could work towards owning anything
Life wasn’t just a daily struggle to survive
Life was enjoyable and everything it seemed
You could be anything you ever wanted to be
Employment gave you a feeling of success and having good fortune
It gave you a sense of inner pride.
You could have a house, a car, a family
You could accomplish and own something before you died.
But those days seem to have disappeared
They’re a memory that seems long gone
Just like American Jobs and Security
How long can this go on?
(December 22, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,
Even in the darkest storm we have the promise of sunshine,
We keep our noses to the stone we need to grind.
We keep pushing on,
Pushing past the urge to run.
There is always the sunshine to give us hope,
Even when we feel the noose get tight this seems to loosen the rope.
We let the darkness invade if even for just a second in time,
And looses our grip on the sublime.
We let the darkness penetrate our beautiful souls,
Letting the devil distract from our Holy goals.
Then the dawn of Faith comes shining through,
A bright lighthouse put there just for you.
The darkness tries to creep in again,
Stirring up a tornadic activity and hurricane strength wind.
We must remember there is always a dawn,
That no matter how dark the storm the sunshine is much brighter after it's gone.
We must cling to this hope and knowledge,
We must remember every tree loses its leaves to gain new foliage.
We must understand that if we ask God to us anew,
That changes will occur to test your Faith is true.
So if you are going through a season of turmoil and storms,
'Tis just a season and nothing more.
The season will change, the dawn will soon appear,
So have no fear.
Have hope in the sunshine,
For you are not permanently blind.
You are His child...
And you are His sunshine.
She’s got moves like a dancer
out there on the floor,
she screams like a banshee
and sleeps like a whore,
you’ll have no defense once
her sweet lies are deployed.
She’s got eyes that terrify
and electrical touch,
she’ll take what you give her,
then give back too much,
she’s got a pull on you that
man, you just can’t avoid,
she’s my drug of choice,
my drug of choice.
She does bedroom marathons
when she gets in the mood,
will forget everything
even sleeping and food,
couldn’t keep up with her
even if on a love-steroid.
Never seems to run low,
and she never will crash,
Loves to live the high life,
and blow through the cash,
a weekend with her leaves me
feeling so damn destroyed,
that’s my drug of choice,
my drug of choice.
She can’t just sit there and wait
if a man falls behind,
when she can’t get it from you
then another she’ll find,
and she don’t give a damn if
cheating leaves you annoyed.
You know she’s not gonna change
but nothing can be done,
she’ll never be a girlfriend,
just a damn addiction,
go too long without her and
you’re angry and paranoid,
damn my drug of choice,
my drug of choice.
Some love the sound of them shots poppin off
especially when they're the one that's pulling the trigger
I hate this because in the black community
it seems like Willie Lynch theory is looking
more like a script that was written
Yesterday those shots brought tears to my eyes
because I'm sick and tired of this plague
called black on black violence
and it's looking more like an eternal sickness
it doesn't bring tears to my eyes because I'm terrified
For my own life but because we as a people
have aborted and terminated the seeds we sow
for a lil bit of doe, accepted a nickname
high off pride not knowing to society
You too are just a john doe with an expiration date.
Fist of crumpled bills, reading through the flavors etched in chalk;
While couples hand in hand, lean on one another and sweet talk.
She orders just for one; Chocolate seems to help when she’s depressed,
The buzzing ice cream lights illuminate the face of loneliness.
Chaotic cafeteria, he’s harassed for sport,
There will be no lunch today; the athletes, they extort.
Racing home to stay unscathed is his daily test,
Behind the baseball field they bruise the face of loneliness.
Flopping with some friends of his, he pilfered as they slept,
Withdrawal had him seething as his craving quickly crept.
Hypodermic and possession; he plead no contest.
He held the slate as they photographed the face of loneliness
“Will she come to visit today?” Trying to remember his daughter’s name.
He sighs, propped in his wheelchair, in his shirt with a coffee stain
“I should probably shower, but who the hell do I have to impress?”
His TV blares as he drags the razor across the face of loneliness.
Dear life or well I was going to say God but well we both know I am not a believer in all that. So, I guess I will just call you the question mark. I spent my whole life being told what I had to believe in this or that and told to keep.
my mouth shut and do as I am told. I never did as I was told ever. If I had well this paper would be not be written.
For many years I thought I had to live up to everyone's standards on how I should act told to stop writing and focus on the wrong person. Told to keep certain things to myself but when I did then others would get mad. Been called everything under the sun by good "Godly" people. I know I should just get over what had happened to me but we both know that is harder then just snapping of my fingers. Why did you do it to me? Why did you send that person in my life to show me how weak I can be or to test me? It seems my whole life has been nothing but tests. When will the test be over with?
I would like to know my grade now. Did I pass or fail? We know that I paid my dues nine months in that dark place because someone decided to put me there. Guess you never thought I would get out of it. You keep sending me people into my life to take them away soon as I get close to them. Who will it be next time? You probably won't tell me just to keep me on my toes. Sooner or later my breaking point will come. The fact that it hasn't yet should show you who i am. Keep throwing those fast balls at me maybe I'll knock you out with one because we both know that I can do it. But I do have to say that I am grateful though for being able to surpass what they thought of me all those years ago. I just wish it didn't come with the this itchy scar. I will tell you one thing I'll keep going on until I can't anymore. I will also keep questioning everything. I might even write some of it down. Catch you later on life.
_Jesse
Told to me as it was to you
The everlasting can't be blue
This trail dirt and hollow stones
kicks up dust of unkempt bones
The redness in your eyes, it gleams
A colourful world or so it seems
Maybe we're all just black an white
Purple on the inside, another night
this envy drives us up the wall
painted green but still stand tall
the sun is bright, as night is day
shining the most when it's time to pay
brightest wit its image mirrored
yellow heaven is what i've feared
these walls are bland while we are here
i'll tell you if it ends in cheer
these colours that paint us
these moods that taint us
the beige tha sits upon my ledge
boring down and off the edge
so ends the rainbow mascarade
no more will we try to tint the shades
Form:
We were meant to be set free
Why are we living in captivity
We were meant to be strong
It's been so long…. it's been so long
Life has its ups and downs
Pain it has a sound
Open up your eyes
To all those lies, all those lies
They feaster in your mind
Constantly on rewind
Taking up your time
Dulling out your shine
We were meant to be set free
So why are we living in captivity
We were meant to be strong
It's been so long…it's been so long
Echoes of childhood stories
The days of hopeful glory
Before the indoctrination of hate and fear
When our eyes saw things crystal clear
We had Open arms to all we knew
But as time grew
Our views did too
Was it all for nothing or can we find ourselves again
In a world where we magnify a life of pretend
We were meant to be set free
So why are we living in captivity
We were meant to be strong
It's been so long…it's been so long
Isolation behind our screens
Nothing is ever as it seems
Pictures painted to impress
A world of sorrow that's well dressed
Fragrances once sweet, they've turned quite sour
Many are falling away in this hour
Can we put our differences aside
And swallow pride, please swallow pride.
We were meant to be set free
So why are we living in captivity
We were meant to be strong
It's been so long…it's been so long