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It’s a recurring thought–
Over and over again–
echoing in my head,
Bouncing back and forth,
Reeling up and down like a Yo-yo,
Like a boomerang that keeps coming back,
Like a song stuck in your head,
A thought that gnaws at your will to live,
Like an army of termites devouring your soul
making you hollow from within,
Like the waves of the sea
lapping its shore incessantly.
A thought nagging my soul,
Why not to just shut off everything?
Like turning off the lights,
turning around and walking away;
A thought to strip away
all my worries and cares of the world,
Like a snake shedding its skin
to just wander off leaving behind
petty rivalry, envy, jealousy, shallow ties,
The strife and the peril,
The platitude and the contradiction of life.
And to step out renewed, reborn,
into a new place with no identity,
no name, no past, no expectations
for the future – just living for today;
As I like. As I please.
With no vagaries of life,
No yearning for paradise.
Walking away folk free
unrestricted by time or space,
customs, creed or the rules of the law.
But this thought
Like an active volcano,
Ever brewing and rumbling
but never erupting,
Like a seed sowed with care and nurturing
but never sprouting, never coming to fruition.
It just keeps kneading and churning
Forever bobbling in the doldrum,
Performing boondoggle tasks,
Bearing the burden of the world like Atlas,
Unable to sigh or sneeze,
Fearful that a sudden moment,
The slightest shift
might cause an upheaval in someone’s life.
Ah, the woes of life,
Why thou linger willy-nilly in my vicinity?
Why thou not forsaketh me?
Go and befriend the dark, foreboding clouds
And burst down over some distant shores.
Let some sun shine upon me,
For once, let love
gather me in her warm embrace,
Let me not suffer
for having loved too well,
Bequeath to me the days rife with joy
and mellowed moonlit nights,
Let my path run some distance straight
and not twist or turn at whim,
Let there be spring in my seasons
instead of the gray cold and bare winter,
Let me rejoice in the day’s toil
and earn me the night’s repose,
It’s a recurring thought,
Over and over again,
echoing in my head...
Wait just a minute,
Didn’t we go over that already?
You can make it happen;
One soul your soul can live that beautiful morning when
a sigh of relief will wake you up today older a shorter life
than yesterday due to the changes that occur as results of the
passing time todays journey will heal all your bleeding wounds.
If you don't fly with a strong personality you will be stuck
in what you know and not discover what you don't know.
Create a light to shine that would venture with your shadow
while getting older to not hide behind it.
A vision that can wake up with you to move you forward grow
in your depth to become present in time living up everyday
in the same pattern is giving up on change and living moments
are very short this is the moment to be strong seize that given
moment set yourself loose even sense your sadness walk to wait
for the midnight hour, count your stars talk to them tell them
to be here tomorrow when you come back.
An illusion that you can accept the root of unconsciousness that
can light up your night to touch the sky as you need not to predict
the unpredictable and leave your damages behind to advance let
your soul be very truthful to you and became addicted to life
start visioning a light in your depth that you`ll never shut off.
Create choices to identify what`s in your mind now & that
includes emotions to sleep by you. Ask yourself why you wanted
to hide, why? from whom? find the answer you know what ?
silence is your pride change is your goal respect is what you are
looking for and that is what makes you so special.
A vision that can tap into your worst days to deprive you from
feeling vulnerable save your life to not hurt yourself listen to
the ticking clock a handle that remind you of the time passing
don't grow up unhappy like most people do lift up yourself
esteem as it doesn't fit picking up the pieces in a deserted island
walk through a path where you can make a connection even
with nature connect and create and walk.
You can make it happen;
Listen to your heart today as you don't want to live
anymore in a state of fear and want.
Terry
7/3/2013
the silence of these
screaming profanities!
only the light rise
of my bosom,
fluttering erratically,
soon to die.
ever stinging ache within
ablaze, engulfing my torso.
my inner-thoughts, my betrayal,
weakness emanating from my
sweat!
my cold cruel heart,
shut off from that once
intoxicating
passion that consumed my soul.
bitterness now my old friend,
keeping me alive by torture!
was i ever a woman consumed
by passions, that lived depite
my murderous intent?
ever drowning in my lovers
arms,
this wall is built of bitter bricks.
My fortress, your all consuming
love.
i seek you not...
must endure a thousand paths
of torment and a thousand
paths, which have no end or
start.
my contentment lies in
masters of old, for thier
insanity is kindred to my own,
troubles of the mind.
never to recieve any sign, only
to grasp, on turn of a phrase, to
sustain thought of my
bloodsport of art.
on the brink of lunacy...
never ending craving to read
the word or phrase that
connects my strewn about dots.
barely sane to be sober...
cutting deep into my warped
inner being,
no one one can understand or
put meaning to my vague
scribblings.
I'm not profound, written for
an emotional stunt, the ever
poetic child.
climbing to scratch his mark on
forest tree.
long forgotten, the passion in
this dungeon of my coldest
construct.
now, know these tradegys
scribbled!
lines of self pity and contempt,
if such are true realities in my
backward and warped
misinterpretations.
fools who find the meaning,
never have scratched my
surface.
nice to think they they can be
sympathized when devoid of all
true compassions,
they lie to them and pretend to
get the deeper consciousness
born , immaculate, chosen by
celestial providence...
the passion, she's calling you,
has been a forced
joke, fit in.
but truth be ,told, you have
been destined for this auction
of your soul, piece by piece,
like a bleeding cutout heart,
this much be private
understood hopefully by you.
but your peers will give you
accolades and those can't bear
to like your work, simply cause
they havent reached you realm
yet.
words to wise; protect your
words, as your breath, it's all
you really have now; survival
What If
You live in a Matrix that you don't know, what is really happening around you.
That there are people that wish to control you through fear, lies, and manipulation and deception, but you don't realize it's happening.
That these people have been planning this a long time and they are incredibly smart, evil, rich and powerful.
That they are the people that you trust, listen to, appreciate, and admire.
That they are many years ahead of you in technology and they have gathered so much information on you, that your privacy doesn't exist.
That they control the economy, your food, your water, your money, and through the false narratives on television your mind.
That they are so evil that you in your worst thoughts, could not fathom their evilness.
That their goal is to depopulate the world from 7.8 Billion people to 5 hundred million.
How you might ask? Through your food, vaccinations, chemtrails, your water, medications, lack of health care, and many other ways.
That they want a data bank on everyone on earth through your dna and tracking, and tracing devices.
There are many of us and few of them, so they want to monitor us at all times so we can't retaliate when we realize what they are doing to us.
After they give us our freedom back with conditions, they will bring us back to our prisons at home with another plandemic.
Then they will tell us that if we want our freedom we have to first be tested and then vaccinated.
Later they will say that your money carries the virus and they will bring in the cashless society. Why? If you don't go along with the program, they shut off your funds.
That they want to disarm us, take our weapons so we can't fight back. Canada just banned assault weapons, U S A will follow.
Henry Kissinger said, You want to control the masses, you control their food and their money, and they will do anything you ask.
My friends welcome to, THE NEW WORLD ORDER.
Go to YouTube. Everyday they take down their videos to censor them. Warn others like I have warned you.
Off The Grid With Doug and Stacy
YouTube.
Dr Sherri Tenpenny Brighteon.com
Tell all that you love and tell them to tell ten others. So forth and so on. God bless you all we are in this together...
Michael Tor
Nope! I haint gonna crack'n on the heat... just yet
until the cowed chickens come home to roost!
Sunlight streaming thru window
body electric of mine doth whet
begets hardiness to acclimate
against PECO shut off threat
ideal opportunity to spouse
analogous to her being my emotional pet
snuggling while standing in kitchenette
but accidental twerking
can guarantee yours truly
(me) being recipient of epithet.
I bundle up to stay warm
inside my cold man cave
particularly as average outside temperature
for November twentieth
two thousand and twenty three
hovers between high and low
fifty degrees fahrenheit
nearly brisk enough to see my breath.
I and/or the imaginary paramour
take our separate showers
during warmest hours of the day
less optimal to engage
in neighborly horseplay,
but more ideal for mistress (ha)
to pad around the unit donning her lingerie,
which nonverbally signals
(and greenlights)
more than voluminous words,
hence, I seal lips of mine
despite sudden aroused frisky urge
to burble exhibiting
debauched casanova behavior
accompanied courtesy illustrative
of suave debonair popinjay
rerouting spontaneous seduction today
indicative of throbbing
bulbous anatomical appurtenance,
which protrusion nullifies necessity of x-ray
to identify sudden
source of vasocongestion.
During daylight hours fresh air
arbitrarily, humorously, and noiselessly
streams and wafts
thru screened windows
ushering invisible scents
and audible sounds
of the webbed wide world here,
in Schwenksville, Pennsylvania
our neck of the woods
since seventeenth year
after second century Anno Domini.
Civilizations since time immemorial
revered fiery celestial ball
establishing their respective mythology
which scheme attempted to explain
divine thermonuclear processes
sustaining the nearest star,
which Sol Invictus did enthrall
housing an astronomical object
comprising a luminous spheroid of plasma
held together by self-gravity
within the heavenly vault
divine creator didst install
which supposed movement
in the sheltering sky
signified daytime and nightfall
linkedin with planet earth
a veritable, observable, honorable,
and admirable terrestrial tetherball.
It’s a recurring thought –
Over and over again –
Reverberating in my head,
Bouncing back and forth,
Reeling up and down like a Yo-yo,
Like a boomerang that keeps coming back,
Like a song stuck in your head,
A thought that gnaws at your will to live,
Like an army of termites devouring
your soul making you hollow inside,
Like the waves of the sea
lapping its shores ceaselessly.
It’s a nagging thought
to just shut off everything,
Like turning off the light switch
and walking away;
A thought to strip off all my
worries and cares of the world,
Like a snake shedding its skin,
And just wandering away,
Leaving behind petty rivalry,
envy, jealousy, shallow ties,
The promises and perils of life,
And to step forth renewed, reborn,
into a new place with no identity,
no name, no past, no aspirations--
just living for the day
As I like, As I please,
With no vagaries of life,
No yearning for paradise.
Walking away folk free
unrestricted by time or space,
customs, creed or the rules of the law.
But this thought
Like an active volcano ever brewing
and rumbling but never erupting,
Like a seed sowed with care and nurturing
but never sprouting, never coming to fruition.
It just keeps kneading and churning
Forever bobbling in the doldrums
Performing boondoggle tasks
Bearing the burden of the world like Atlas,
Unable to sigh or sneeze,
Fearful that a sudden moment
The slightest shift might cause
an upheaval in someone’s life.
Ah, the woes of life!
Why thou linger willy-nilly in my vicinity?
Why thou not forsaketh me?
Go and befriend the dark, foreboding clouds
And burst down upon some distant shores.
Let some sun shine upon me,
Let love gather me in her warm embrace,
Bequeath to me days rife with joy
and mellow moonlit nights,
Let my path run some distance straight
and not twist or turn at whim,
Let there be spring in my seasons
instead of the cold and bare winter,
Let me rejoice in the day’s toil
And earn me the night’s repose –
It’s a recurring thought,
Over and over again,
Reverberating in my head...
Wait just a minute!
Didn’t we go over that already?
~09/10/15
"Inside My Head" contest by John lawless
You care about the Kardashian's and what celebrities are dating on Valentines
I care about Right and Hoping for the people of Palestine
I'm seeing people argue over what name they hear on a recording
It doesn't matter if you hear Laurel or Yanny because it's really not important
I don't know how to start this verse
Seeing the state the world is in, my heart is hurt
I'm seeing more heartbreaking things as each day goes by
People seem to focus on so many unimportant things and I don't know why
The Internet is one of the worst things to happen to this generation
Talentless people getting famous for being stupid, what happened to education?
Social media has turned most people into selfish souls
We no longer care for real life friends or love, acting like our own destiny isn't in our control
Someone tell me why Meek Mill got jailed for riding a dirt bike
But an old white man got house arrest for raping a 5 Year old, tell me how that crime wasn't worth life?
He's still free to attack more kids when he should have his genitals cut off
I'm seeing all of this on the news and you wonder why I'm shut off
Why would I believe in a system so broken?
I'm English so I shouldn't care about America is what they'll say
Am I wrong for believing in right and showing emotion?
The heart and Love I have, I refuse to let them take away
Tell me How can you walk past someone in need and not feel a thing?
How can you walk past an angel who's broken and not try to heal their wings?
But your on your knees praying to God when you're in need
But when everything is going right, you and God don't even speak
I'm not even religious, But I'm sick of living in a world of selfish hypocrites
I know they'll hate me for saying a lot of this
I'm focused on making it through today and anxious about what tomorrow will bring
While most of the world is focused with arguing about Yanny or Laurel and important things
I don't care about the Kardashian's or what couples have broke up before Valentines
I don't care about Jersey Shore, I believe in hoping for the people of Palestine
I don't care about arguing over a recording
The whole Laurel and Yanny debate really isn't important
I was drivin’ down an old, worn black-top highway, on my way to a funeral. It was mid-Missouri, and late summer made it hotter’n the dickens outside. I was thinkin’ there was only a couple of hours left of daylight as I reached over and switched the car’s air conditioner fan up another notch.
Thoughts of my late friend kept popin’ in and out of my mind. We’d grown up together right here in this very neighborhood. Fishin’ trips, carryin’ ol’ cane poles as our bare feet kicked up the powdery Missouri dust around us … goin’ ta’ school with ol’ cigarette butts in our jean pockets that’d we’d smoke after school … repeatin’ stories to each other ‘bout Edna May or Jean Ann we’d heard … gulpin’ down an ice-cold crème soda outside Gavin’s Grocery on Saturday afernoons … racin’ our bikes that had no fenders …
A little bit of air-borne dust, off to the right, caught my eye. I momentarily diverted my gaze to take a glance in the direction of that airborne dust but continued driving as the roadway stretched out in front of me. It took a couple of attempts, but eventually, I recognized the source of that dust.
It was just a young boy runnin’ through a wheat field … Missouri dust just a-flyin’ around him as he made his way through the golden grain. I couldn’t hear him, but I could see his face, grinnin’ from ear to ear, his hand held high with his ball cap wavin’ in the breeze as he chased whatever was in his make-believe vision.
I watched him as long as I dared, tryin’ to concentrate on keepin’ the car in my lane. I eventually made on down the road, but not without checkin’ my rear-view mirror several times … until that air-borne dust was no longer in sight.
Up ahead, I saw a gas station and thought I’d better get a refill.
After I stopped and shut off the engine, I discovered I had tears running down my cheeks. Seein’ that boy runnin’ through that field was perhaps either me as the boy I used to be … or maybe my late friend. Or maybe just a momentary portal to embrace the wonderment of cherished memories. Took me quite a while ‘fore I got my car filled up, but the events of that day won’t ever leave me, I think.
Retrospective
By Laura Dee Battle
January 14, 2015
Looking back at the Crimson shades of hell
The days where I couldn't bear to face my own reality
Showroom shines of smiles concealing secrets I would never tell
Not that I could tell them about the catastrophes I couldn't see
I had dreams where I was the man and she was the wife
A nice white picket fence with a green yard in my life
But the harder I tried the more my soul burned inside
My heart swelled with blood that never reached my eyes
I was young and I made my family so proud
But lurking inside was a storm in the white, fluffy clouds
I wanted to die and shut off the agony of being alive
I was a type-cast actor, but my delivery was contrived
Nobody was fooled by my life-long stream of refracted truths
They just didn't know where I began and the lies discontinued
If you were lucky, you saw me as the girl I really was
You saw the care-free way I said things, just because
They tried to ask questions they knew the answers to
They tried to tell me the truth I never even knew
I was so lost in that prison of a hundred thousand lies
Life was just to hard for me to defy the endless sea of judging eyes
It's hard to think that I never stood a chance
It's like I learned all the steps but never how to dance
How could I wage a war with no enemies to fight?
How could I find my way out of the darkness without light?
I'm still not very sure how this will end for me
Some days I just feel like digging a hole six feet deep
I just don't know what to say to you today
Soon I'll find the words to explain my exile where I stay
All apologies, but what else can I say?
The life that I was meant to live just happened yesterday
It's great that you're still here where things are crystal clear
Too many things to fear for me to hold my tears
Reflected is the past in eyes like broken glass
Im looking to the past for memories to hold
I guess my fate was set in motion 30 years ago
I'm told that I am still alive...somehow I didn't die
So maybe I'll just go with the flow
At least this time, I'll do it for me
I only hope it shows...
*For Carol Brown's Story Time Contest ..
My First New Car
I grew up a poor country girl living on the out skirts of town. We would move every year like
the military form place to place and house to house within in the same little town of
Turbevile. There weren't many neighbors, so me and my siblings, two boys and five girls,
spent most of our time roaming the woods for fruits and berries. We played all the out door
games we knew and created some of our own. Those were the days of innocence and
youthfulness. A world filled with ignorance and bliss we didn't know exist, but is very aware
of its existence today as we are all now adults with children of our own, except for one of my
sisters who suffer life's tragic deception as a early teen. We never imagine the life we live
today filled with deception, suffering and pain.
I bought my first new car a 1989 white Ford Festiva with a stick in the floor back in 1990.
The salesman that sold it to me took me on a drive and taught me to drive it before selling it
to me. It had 50 miles on it. I jerk and shut off all the way home, but I love that car. The
dealer gave me $800 dollars down to pay off my 1960 blue Chevy Corvette. It looked bad
and I only had it for a few months. I sold it to my younger sister after teaching her to drive
it. Those were the good old days.
Happily they paid off my old car like they promise :) I had rebuilt my old Chevy with new
parts and it only needed a new collaborator and it would have been a new car with an old
body. When I went back in two weeks to pay my $100 cash down payment it was sold and
they were very happy with me because what they thought was a lemon wasn't.
My first new car was in both my parents names then and this year they helped me get
another new car in both their names a 5 years old low mileage Chevy Aveo with low
payments because they got really good credits.
The moral of this story, put your faith in Jehovah, treat Mom and Dad right, and they will be
their for you years later when you need them the most.