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“Change to black”
(verse 1)
I can’t see where we’re headin’,
don’t want to know where we’ve been.
I see the skies,
changing in your eyes.
The heaven’s begin to thunder,
as angels start to weep.
No, I can’t help, but, I wonder,
if it was something in my sleep.
(chorus)
The hatred that spreads around,
makes a world that’s loveless.
And hearts that are destitute and slack,
will shrivel up and change to black.
(verse 2)
The earth starts to shake,
as hell’s dominions laugh.
My body burns as it begins to quake,
and your love is something I’ll never have.
Sometimes I have to ask my self,
why the world screams at me.
I doubt I’ll ever know the answer,
because I’m the only one here!
(chorus)
The hatred that spreads around,
makes a world that’s loveless.
And hearts that are destitute and slack,
will shrivel up and change to black.
(Finished…..for now, may add more at another time.)
“CHANGE TO BLACK”
11/22/1996
Lyricist Inc.
Owner/ writer: David A.P.
When my heart returns in the seclusion,
I told him to give me ten years,
In that time, he must see only me
Taste only me, make love to only me
Reflected only in my space.
Like an enchanted mirror or hope,
Our souls will continue to ask
For our morning blessing/
Happy or sad, our morning salutations/
There is nothing more appealing
Then seeing him in his white attires
a baseball cap, it captures the youth of innocent,
Is the fundament of falling in love,
After being in seclusion, it's also terrifying,
A roller coaster of emotion,
a mere Smily hideous gestures/
I can see no wrong now,
I can see no flaws,
I see only what my heart wants me to see
Him! those eyes, those high cheek bones,
While I allowed our souls make love,
Under the warm of the sun,
And the cold from the north,
Entwining into each other’s arms
Who will bless this union?
Who will be there for us,
When it all fade like leaf
*All of us have become like one who is unclean, and all our righteous acts are like filthy rags; we all shrivel up like a leaf, and like the wind our sins sweep us away.*
Let me love you for now,
Let me smile, while you smile,
Let me , let me, let me..
May I be so bold as to allow me to pet your li'l wee sniggler
Forgive me for being so forward
But I couldn't help noticing you have tied a big red bow on it
Is there some hidden significance to this addition
It really wasn't necessary you know
Coz your li'l wee sniggler is not something I wouldn't have noticed
Congratulations on your National Enquirer feature
With you and your wee sniggler cavorting in the shower
Didn't think it liked water with it's tendency to shrivel up
Believe me, if you allowed me to cavort in the shower with you and it
I would certainly keep it occupied and take its mind off
Its dislike of water and I would do my best to stimulate its senses
That has got to be the cutest li'l wee sniggler
I have ever layed my hands on... err, I mean eyes on!
For those of you out there in poetryland
A li'l wee sniggler is actually a cute little doggie known as a Shih Tzu
What were you guys thinking, you naughty people!!!!!
What is this silly nonsense! :)
© Jack Ellison 2014
If I could go back I'd hug you i'd let you know everything is going to be okay.
If I could go back I'd let you know what not to do like the drugs that made your life seem happy at first but then your episodes got really bad you think your bad now you only get worse after you get into the drugs.
You want all the pain and suffering to go away I now you do but I promise you your going to make it through the hard times I know its not easy but I promise you things will get better you just have to keep fighting for what you want and who you wanna be.
Dear teenager self I know you hate your life I know you wish you could die I know you want to shrivel up and never have to return to another day of misery but you just have to keep fighting.
I'm sure not everything will go how you wish it will actually I know it doesn't but that's okay because you make it out you'll make it if you keep fighting just don't give up okay.
I'm proud of the person you're becoming I know you have a lot of regrets but that's just part of life and you learn from your mistakes.
In a few weeks I will forget that I had a wonderful summer tan.
It will be a stretch to remember what the beach felt like.
The rich lush flowers will turn brown, and their heads will shrivel up.
But for today, I am going to enjoy the last two days of summer.
The lilacs have been gone a few months, but I have crepe myrtles.
They are gloriously beautiful in fluffy heads of hot pink and lavender.
Hummingbirds are circling their red feeder, waiting their turn.
Squirrels have found a nut and are fighting over it. Not yet! I tell them.
Kansas is enjoying a seventy-one degree day. I could put my feet in the pool.
But I do not have to, and they are comfy. Maybe it will be warmer tomorrow.
Barely wore swimming suit this year; I lament this as days are running away.
Had no bonfire, for my friends are all social-distancing. Regret this too.
This summer has felt like the Twilight Zone. Only saw my grandchildren once.
Used to see them weekly. They are growing up, so that is okay; I understand.
A yellow leaf falls off my walnut and lands at my feet. I love watching it land.
Six more leaves drop. Not yet! I implore them, not ready to give up summer.
I can't be thinking of what others think
I have a life to live
Or do I?
Should you always think of what others think?
You can't afford to
If you always think of what others think
You would be crippled - literally
You can't move
You can't talk
You can't think
God did not make you like that
He made you autonomy
That means you think for yourself
Do for yourself
And ultimately please yourself
You can't please God
You can't please others
You would surely fail
The only one you can please is yourself
Because you are reasonable
perfectable, tolerable
Only to yourself
Actually every word in the dictionary
that ends with able
That is who you are
You are so above all things
- irreproachable
That only you would know!
So please yourself
That is the foremost
You can't please others
And surely you can't please God
Because as God said
"All of us have become like one who is unclean,
and all our righteous acts are like filthy rags..." (Isaiah 64:6)
"We all shrivel up like a leaf, and like the wind our sins sweep us away" (same verse)
So you see you can't please anyone - except you
And if you can't please yourself
That is when you run into trouble
You would be so miserable
Not because you can't please others
But that you can't please God
Because God is an extension of yourself
God comes first
Don't get me wrong
But if you are not happy
No one is happy
- not even God
God did not make you like a robot
sacrificing yourself
in order to please Him
God made you whole
- a full person
- full of life and feelings
- full of capacity, probability
- full of spectra of tenderness
- whatever you are capable of
God made you so
So don't deject, reject, eject
- the one person
who can ultimately bring happiness
to you
That is yourself
So don't, okay?
You need you
I need you
God need you
Find out what you want
And go for it
God won't mind
In poetry, love and wisdom intertwine—a heartfelt love poem can carry profound wisdom, and wise reflections often touch upon matters of the heart. ????
Psalm 90:6
in the morning it springs up new, but by evening it fades and withers.
When my heart returns in seclusion,
I uttered these words to myself,
Give it time, be wise, embrace self-compassion
I must put myself first, I must, I must,
This time around, I don't want to walk away,
Taste only me, make love to only me
Reflected only in my space.
enchantment leads to my dearest delight
enter my soul before the break of dawn
A dream within a dream according to Edgar Allan Poe
For our morning blessing/
Happy or sad, our morning salutations/
There is nothing more appealing
Then seeing white undershirts and white teeth
as it captures the youth of innocent,
falling in love, with a cub, half my age,
A trickery of unfocused emotions bearing down.
I can see no flaws,
I see only what my heart allows,
Trembling lips, both top and bottom
gazing into those eyes of witchery illusions
Just this once, just feed me, just enter my soul
This frigid northern cold, the Africa heat rises:
Who will bless this union?
When it all fades like leaf
All of us have become like one who is unclean, and all our righteous acts are like filthy rags; we all shrivel up like a leaf, and like the wind our sins sweep us away.
Let me love you for now,
Let me smile, while you smile,
aloud me, to accept you,
as you enter my soul
Summary: This poem weaves love, wisdom, and introspection. It invites readers to embrace self-love, navigate illusions, and seek blessings amid life’s impermanence. ????
The inspiration behind this poem lies in the interplay of human emotions, the ephemeral nature of existence, and the search for meaning. The poet grapples with love, self-compassion, and the complexities of relationships. The references to biblical verses and contrasting elements (such as northern cold and African heat) evoke deeper contemplation. Ultimately, the poem invites readers to explore their own hearts, desires, and vulnerabilities. ????
H uman beings often fill me with rage, the
U nwanted and unloved of this world are ignored
M ankind can see suffering and just walk by
A nd when I see the daily news I want to scream, we must
N ourish our souls by showing compassion and helping, or
I nside we will shrivel up, we must find a way to help
T oday, tomorrow and everyday we must serve humanity, and
Y ou and me, must help not just the human race but the animals too.
________________________
November 12, 2017
Poetry/Acrostic/Humanity
Copyright Protected, ID 17-9606-69-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Humanity
sponsor, John Hamilton
Third Place
Sometimes on Discovery TV,
there's time-lapse to teach and dazzle us.
We might see that naked jay (before he's turned to blue)
in just mere moments transforming!
He masquerades in feathers and quickly grows.
Maybe we will witness the feeble endeavors
which finally propel him into flight;
as the camera follows him, he goes. . .
On some enchanted tropic isle
is the species of a tree
that some of us have never seen.
The camera's eye might focus
on a random bud among its glossy leaves.
Soon it blossoms pink petals
and if we watch some more,
perhaps we'll see the purple of its star apple emerging.
Then we'll see it grow,
and if left not plucked, shrivel up and go. . .
We are but mere ions
in the spectrum of a universe
we've entered through a magic door.
Miraculously born, we grow.
But at first it all seems so slow. . .
Then one day we try our wings.
Some of us may soar.
Others, like an apple never tried, will fall.
But all of us will look back before we go,
and we'll think how much it seemed a dream.
Time always goes. . . .
and then
we're
gone.
What should I write on Thanksgiving Day?
I don't think I will write about Thanksgiving
But I will write about a heart not be thankful
When you look around you
And you don't see what you should be thankful for
Are you sure about that?
Are you sure that the life you have is your own?
Are you sure that everything around you is your own doing?
Are you sure you can claim whatever it is
and not be afraid that you would not do the Giver justice?
Before you go on your own dandy self
ask yourself "how did I get here?"
Did I come by accident or in a dream
Or did you come because of other people put you here?
For example, your parents
If it wasn't for them, you wouldn't be here
Your teachers and everyone that has ever imparted it to you
Your fellow human beings
If it wasn't for them, you would be in a life of confinement, solitary
You would have no one to talk to
Your mind would shrivel up with nowhere expanding
Your companion and the persons you are close to
You would have no one to confide to
and keep you accountable and grounded
Your feet would be in the air
Because that is where you will land - on your bottom
You would have nothing
Because everything is made by God
- through the people like you and me
Don't discard what God did not discard
Don't be so quick to throw everything away
Here today, gone tomorrow
The life we have is not our own
You heard them say
But do you believe it?
Do you think you can last a thousand years?
Do you think you can outrun others
with no heed of a higher power
who can make or break you?
Do you live what you sow?
Or are things all just random?
There is a higher being
And He is God
Give thanks to the Man
even though you know it not
Give thanks to the teachers
even though you learned it not
as you keep learning
Give thanks to the man downstairs
who delivered you flower
Ahh who may that be?
Give thanks to the schoolgirl
who made your day shine and bright
Give thanks to your spirit man
who keeps you out of trouble
Deliver deliver
And never stop deliver
You are here today
And that is a difference
Let's make it worthwhile
And deliver your mark
Shoot