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The sky is red, the sun is black, im riding a roller coaster, but my mind is off track. Theres lots of ups and downs, smiles and frowns, even kings placing crowns on the heads of clowns. But I really don’t care, life isn’t fair, but gods given me a life I can hardly bear, every day I ask him, why cant you share? My life is going, I just don’t know where, because a life like mine is kind of rare. What do I do, while theres love in the air? Other people kiss while I just sit and stare, I look to my left, and theres nobody there, I look to my right, and theres a pair. The clouds are red, the rain is black, I may have left, but ill never be back, but what I can say is, theres nothing I lack. I look at the trees, I look at the sky, but what is the point when I just want to die? Why? Why do I try? When every time I fail, all I do is cry. And how can I be calm when im jealous of every guy? My heart is grounded, while my mind wants to fly, you can guess by what I write, that im also kind of shy, why do I need them? All they do is lie. I try to be nice, but they just punch me in the eye, and when im upset, all they do is pry. The clouds are blue, the sky is white, my mind is racing faster than the speed of light, my life just gets worse, but I still have to fight, why am I like this? Its just not right. Life is taller than me, im not its hight, I fly through the sky, gut still held to the ground, just like a kite, and why are people scared when they know I don’t bite? You can tell my whole life, just by what I write, I sleep during the day, and fly through the night, and im pushing a boulder with all my might. But im getting nowhere, my hands are bare, I love the dark, so give me a scare, I lost my mind and my soul, they were a pair. Sometimes I just sit, sit and think, think that I cant end up in the brink, my mind is empty and cold, like a skating rink, I don’t care if people say I stink, because I already know that im their main link, I have a cup, but nothing to drink, my mind wants to grow while my heart wants to shrink. The water is black, the sun is red, you cant kill something that’s already dead. I jump off the bridge, I take the dive, you cant kill something that was never alive. Im steering my life, but I don’t know how to drive…everything gets quiet when I arrive. I live in a shack, I peek through the crack, and when I look outside, all I see is black…
One night, I heard a creaking sound,
Opened my eyes- nothing was found.
But I felt dizzy the next day;
Something had been taken away.
I got up, sat to have some toast,
Daydream about all I love most;
I tried to dream with all my might
But realized something wasn't right.
No dreams would come into my head,
My dream ability was DEAD.
I told my friend about my plight,
And the strange creaking in the night.
He shook his head with great dismay,
'The Dream-Snatcher's been round your way.'
'The Dream-Snatcher? Not heard of him!'
'Prepare for a story most grim.
He has no shape, cannot be seen
And does something so very mean,
Creeps in at night, and through your ear,
Sucks out your dreams, and blows in FEAR!
You then can't dream when you've awaken,
With no clue of what's been taken.
Instead of dreams, you're left with DOUBT,
Once that's in, it's hard to get out!'
'What do I do?' I cried in shock,
'How do I stop this dreaming block?'
My friend replied 'We must begin
By not allowing doubt to WIN.
In order to keep him at bay,
You must shout "DOUBT! Please go away!
I want to dream! I want to hope!
I believe there is an endless scope
To what I can do and achieve,
All I have to do is BELIEVE!"'.
I copied this, with one last shout:
'NO ROOM FOR YOU IN MY LIFE, DOUBT!'
'Good' said my friend, 'now tell me WHY
You can now bid this doubt goodbye.'
'Because I'm ambitious and smart,
Because I have an honest heart,
There's nothing standing in my way,
I have one life- let's seize the day!'
I felt a tingle in my brain
And in my heart- was I insane?
My friend said 'By your flushed red cheek
I see DOUBT's started to feel weak!'
'But,' I said, 'what if I fail?'
'FAIL's a word you EXHALE
Out of your head, out of your life,
Believing that word ends in strife.
Passion and the will to succeed
Are the two things in life you need.'
My heart began to tingle more
In a way it hadn't before,
'Wow!' said my friend, 'look at your face!
It's red! It's smiling! Now there's space
Where doubt once was, for DREAMS instead!
Dream away, pretty, fill your head!'
If a Dream-Snatcher comes tonight
To snatch your hopes right out of sight,
There's a friend who sometimes seems shy
But when you need him, is close-by,
called CONFIDENCE- Conny for short,
I'll leave you with this final thought-
Dream BIG, dream with limitless height-
Meet that Dream-Snatcher with a fight
When he comes for your dreams tonight.
I wish love was enough.
I thought it was enough, how stupid could I be?
But what I thought was love is now just a distant memory.
One that got the best of me.
It took away my thoughts, my days, and my nights.
Hell, a lot of the time it even took away my apitite.
I lost focus, sleep, and a good grip on the real world.
I was blinded from everything and protected by nothing.
For a while I was stupid enough to believe the lies my heart had told.
I thought your hugs said it all,
but now that I can recall, your kiss tasted like diaster.
Now that I've tamed my heart, my emotions are no longer my master.
I had always thought we'd be together one day in perfect harmony,
I realize now that all your words were just lies you fed to me.
I thought I was your 'Ride or Die' but now you call me a whore,
I don't even know who you are anymore.
I've been fed lie after lie- I'll call you out on every one, I'm not shy.
So you say you love me, what's your name again?
Why should I believe you, your credbility is a zero out of ten.
Don't act like I should feel sorry for you, because I don't.
If I'm the only thing in your pathetic life going right,
shouldn't you try to keep me happy with all your might?
I used to be blinded by the thought of forever, but now you've opened my eyes
up to see, I don't need you for me to be happy with me.
When we fought and I caved, I'd come back and cry "I'm sorry babe, I love you"
Now that I've finally caught you in your lies, you want to say "I'm sorry baby and I love you too"
I used to be blinded by your role,
but I pray for you now because sometimes wishing isn't enough to save a soul.
What I thought was love got the better part of me.
But now I'm glad that my heart has made me see
You messed up and I hope you know it; no one will ever love you like I thought I did.
Not even your own kid.
Yeah, I know my words hurt, but yours did too.
You lied everytime you said "I love you boo".
At least I'm the one here who has always confessed or told the truth,
I'm so sick of you now I just want to knock out your every single tooth.
I used to be blinded by love,
But now that I'm not, I'm as peaceful as a dove.
I hope these words hurt, and if they do it means I've done my job right.
I'm okay about losing you without a fight.
And to be honest? I'll sleep better from now on at night.
85
Feedback comes to those who apply and post and expect to receive the same
when you place a silver dollar in your mouth you scratch it with your teeth to see if
it is real a man bites down upon it and then looks and frowns or looks and
smiles upon the quarter he has found not silver or even golden but just metal of
some kind its zinc and copper mixes made in Betty Crocker's Kitchens. She has
a tray of circles all lain out upon her divine divan the tails side up for luck she got
this from the JESUS man who tossed his penny in an arc and tried to hit a mark
a line drawn in the sand and made his feet go march to live a different plan a
lifetime being mended his only love he found she makes the things he feels
inside brand new. She stirs her better batter up with a long and spindly spatula
she marks each coin with edges with the cheese garter greater. She takes the
grater to the table and turns each coin by hand she makes four of them for every
dollar in this land. They asked her who is on the image of the coin she laughed
and dimpled smiling she said it must be Dollar Bill. The George Washington
Dollar is the image used for the quarter he gets to be on two. When yew become
the President Of America you can be their two. She stamps the quartered dollars
on the side that just says heads with the handy dandy stamper set she got from
her Uncle Jed for Christmas Past. She turns the coins at last and makes the tails
with her old eagle eye she uses her new leather set to scritch and scratch the
bird the lines formed from habit of making millions in a set in just one day she
filled the Island of Manhattan with 24 additional sets they said they needed them
to buy Manhattan again the previous treaty had run out from the statue of
limitations set back in Washington against the law must be obeyed by every
man. When eye am making a bus ride and eye find a lot of pennies eye ignore
them when eye find a quarter eye do a little more than dance in place eye jig eye
jog eye trip on every log in my haste to find three more it costs one dollar just to
Board the Tran. Betty declined to speak just to the press for she is very shy she
said she knoes now who the image is on the flip side of her coin and eye did not
keep a dry eye when she smiled at me and said without a tremor or a miss it is
Washington, D. C.
Exracted from Gerald Nforche's Epic, The Slave's Tale
-Across the Atlantic, 1793-
We cry out cursing to our very gods
Whilst mokala and plotters lead us in lots.
And slaves we have become, slaves we are groomed
And setting in the milken sky, is the moon.
This is the hell that befalls one’s prism
If he doesn’t open himself to pragmatism.
The ways of mokala are not our ways
And their days are never like our days.
Hope you fall in line with my tune’s knell
As it would guide souls to wisely dwell:
Now permit me continue with my sad tale
Before we are rapidly placed on sale.
For here I stand under an alien sun
Faraway from my own sweet land’s rung
Battered, chained to the queue’s label
As humans are placed on the auction table.
Here I proceed with my tale feeding you
With my pain, pains of brothers on cue
As they are sold off like fresh tobacco
Whips meeting flesh if anyone plays the hero.
***
Rocks! ebesse rocking, shaking like old
The chains cutting into arms, legs to mold
Croaks and groans climaxing to a sadistic rhythm
Beating us to yield forth into realism.
Light strained in through rat nibbled openings
Else we would have left the hold like blind goblins
Vicious to the point of abandonment
Scuffling for blood, mokala’s disbursement.
Aided by the scurrying light, my head worked
East, west, south and north, on shoulders, rocked-
Acquainting itself with the crampy hold
Taking in every detail for any bolt.
In long prodigious rows we humans lay
Meditating, some wide-eyed not to say
Tear tracks dry on their black paling cheeks.
They now submissive despite the reeks.
A cough here, a huff there. A groan here
A croak there. A curse far afield, a stifle near.
A prayer whimpered here, a shiver rippling
There. A horrid sight it was, a grappling.
That pungent stench, from decaying beings:
Men awake whilst parts decayed in rings.
I was nauseated, my eyes reeling, pained
My stomach flaring to throw up content.
And there they ran, hiking on heaving bodies
Playing hide-and seek- on chained enemies.
Tossing about, screeching on their suppers-
Causing a kick here, shrieks there, left-overs.
And my groans joined the choir, a dirge
Loud to fissure walls, and seditious to merge
Vocal forces to kill, kill! Kill! No shy-
And we’d die sober, die! Die! Die!
December 2nd 2013 4:00 am (o400)
Detoxing from drugs pychotrophically speaking
My couch was an aroma of deadened sweat too putrid to mention
You came to call not long after I thought I was pregnant by my boyfriend and
coididently was at the time of my detoxidation
night sweats for weeks
and yes he had my key
He messed up my hair and tangled it a bit
as I cried when hospitalized at the cutting my hair (tangle free)
You, John Cayton spoke to me lovingly
of everafter all in a lifetime
You went to town, home on a personal leave to see me
and all the women thought you were the most handsome, a perfect form
as I expressed to the hardware store owner he is really overworked
I'm not too much for the muscle bound type
You loooked at him in despair I heard,
as our blue eyes had met before
when he said to you that I was concerned
and all that small towns attention was upon you
You got us a condo
Then you left after leaving me full of desire of a close encounter of another kind
John, I truly do not know how to explain my days on a log
I have no itenary to show when we will see each other
I do know that when God puts two people together it surely will happen
I've tried to block you out of my mind and I don't know why
I know that each and every star has its reasons just as the money hungry in Cali have no rights to this heart of mine
but as I explained, I would feel secure with him
I would never be tempted to have relations and could sleep by his side
and rest well
You look good now
You are perfect and I find myself shy to you because I feel like an out of shape over 40 country girl and have
the stretch marks humanly to prove so
You say, well that is why I love you so, because while I've been away,
you've harshly been handled and I only want to hold you for my life's worth
Far beit to me to rain down on you as my tears fall, I know how I feel, that is all
Words do not compesate the very soul
yet though tired and worn and jagged around the edges I am loved for me by you
only you, and God has His hand upon us
Sincerely, Lucinda Lu Cayton
To: Sir John Cayton
( we are not related but carry the same last name- Dad would be astounded! We are not French (related to Joan of Arc) and his family is) what a story of America and beyond! Perhaps we will agree me acting like another ancestor BraveHeart is a poor choice.
Form:
I see you around school
Hoping you think I’m cool
Trying to not be a fool.
I look in your eyes
And I die in side
Because I’m so shy to say how I feel
It’s so unreal
The beauty that runs through my mind
Makes me think I’m blind.
Because I’m focused on one thing.
And that’s a daughter of a king.
Wanting to be the one to give you a ring.
But I’m a weird guy who thinks he can sing.
You have beauty inside out
Without a doubt
That’s what I’m threatened about
I don’t like to tap out
So at times I may black out
I don’t want to give up on my dreams
I respect the marines.
But my dream is to be with you
I want to stick to you like glue
Maddison this is hand written just for you
Wishing one day you’ll be mine.
You’re the sun that shines.
I may not be perfection
But I’ll be your protection.
I hope I’m not coming on too strong.
I’m sorry that this note is very long.
I’m sorry when I’m rude.
That just means I want food.
I love your attitude.
You think I’m being creepy
I hope I’m not too cheesy.
I don’t know why God would allow an angel to walk on this planet
Most guys only want one thing in high school
And it’s really disrespectful
As for me I’m different
If I ever get the chance
I’d probably show you how bad I can dance
Id treat you like a lady
That sounds crazy
But the truth is I’m not lazy
I act like a goof ball
The truth is I fall
Like I’m drinking alcohol.
With your long dark hair, and beautiful smile
I really hope you don’t think I’m a juvenile
Like my friend Kyle.
I’m definitely not the smartest.
I’m definitely not the largest.
You’re the coolest regardless.
I hope you’re not uncomfortable
Trust me I would hate to make you miserable
If you don’t like poetry
I’m sorry this is the only fun way I can speak honestly.
Again I’m sorry if I’m rude
Writing this I just slipped on an ice cube.
You should know who I am.
You’re the type of girl that I would call a Grand slam
I don’t really know how to show emotions
Even when I almost made an explosion.
You are the type of girl any guy would be lucky to have
You are the type of girl guys wished they had
You are the type of girl guys would never forget if they lose
They’ll get the blues
I would tell you my name
But I’m too shy to explain
My lady
I hope someday I can call you my baby
Like riding on waves wavering
not sure where it takes me
searching for a log just to hold on,
but helpless, and alone in an abyss.
Slumber, how I wish a day's sleep
to keep everything aside, and rest,
in my beloved’s lap, that warm lap.
Hours of cuddling , sweet lovemaking
the joy of belonging, drugged in love
kissing her wet lips, warmth so alluring
And a rest in the arms of the beloved.
But now left in life's wilderness
Searching For the lost oasis.
will I reach it before die of thirst?
or be buried in unfulfilled dreams.
Night again, pitch dark, dead silent
A chill passes through my spine
Spreads and chokes me like a python.
Unable to move, pushing to oblivion.
Me not alone ,have memories so fond
enough to rekindle, like resurrection,
The memory of love and her warmth
the lingering fragrance of the past
Enough to live on but why tears still?
This silence has thousand tongues
Audible silence of a forgotten living
told in a lovers song, life of the lonely.
long ride of a dreamer, moving yet still,
pangs of fatigue, a thirst so hurting.
The morning sun, on a spring
winter not far away, naked trees shy
Rushing to cover with new foliage.
song of the cuckoos, resting on twigs
Echoes of distant church bell chimes ,
the creepers waving to the farmers
dews, shining diamonds in dawn rays
the gurgle of the sparkling stream
In thickets the chirpings of love birds
smell of raw earth, ants lined in order,
the cattle linedup, heading pastures
A silhouette afar dressed in snow
A hoof sound of a horse in its course
It's all fine dear to exalt my heart
but on a lonely day it's all wasted gift.
Wandering in search, to love reclaim
Where should I search that I lost
than in your own heart love preserved
my life, a loser's lament, a dirge-
of a priest burying the dead in cold
a whisper of the devil to the cursed
a mistake of the master of creation
Blemish on the moon reflecting sun
yet a crave to live, if she were here.
Even the mirage formed by memories
Make me wander in arid deserts
where the sun burns all it's fuel .
I sustain on dreams wandering
living! a faint feeling now hurting.
the heart is dried unable to beat
but somewhere, just a feeble throb
a throb that lost rhythmic speed.
just waiting for her sweet breath
To inclaim my life with her love.
What but ‘warmth’ speaks of ‘love’ to a child, to the aged,
Warmth all poems convey (that get launched from tome’s heart?)
I pray love gets displayed, found in stranger filled room
That you aren’t fishing for when it leaps (getting caught
In sun’s light), reflects heat in some heart-stopping way?
Must sex sing where there’s ‘love,’ what’s ‘insistence’ of hand
Or a foot reaching out though it knows you’re asleep?
A line’s rhyme in the distance implies rhyme upstaged
Or suggests deep connections? But readers have part
To play (ditches get jumped) if faint hearts dare presume
To think they grok my meaning, though that’s all that’s sought!
If a verse seems beyond your grasp, might you delay,
Think to savor the moment, take ‘lay of the land?’
Can a twist’s joy surprise if all content is cheap?
Grok the birth of this poem in a story mom shared
Of my dad’s father’s plight in a hospital bed,
The last days of his life (with his hands strapped to boards
To prevent the removal of tubes meant to serve.)
Hear his plea as he said his pet name for my mom,
“Sis, I’m feeling so cold, could you warm me a while?”
I still feel mom’s false guilt that she dared not assist.
It was not mom felt close, or that customs impaired,
The fault warmth that was missing in her heart instead,
My folks there more from duty! (Will held no rewards!
Dad’s gift only one dollar!) as Granddad’s last curve
To ‘First Son,’ knee not bent in a tragic sitcom,
For my dad did not hate his dad, served in ‘his style,’
Though true love that’s a servant will never insist!
I have friends who in aging aren’t courting new friends
It’s too much of a burden, say friends disappoint
And I have to confess there’s a stress when friends die
Or when they move away, and you can’t share your voice.
Watch more trails disappear when you see TIAs,
Love retreats in dementia where nothing connects
And to Love with clean diaper is good as it gets.
While it’s true our first thought of love isn’t Depends,
If an accident happened, would you not appoint
To be Pres. of your fan club, the one who’d not shy
From whatever was needful, if you had a choice?
Substitute at ‘home plate’ if your friend’s in a daze,
For all life must be lived in, we aren’t architects,
A warm harmony’s felt when folks share their vignettes!
Brian Johnston
28th of November in 2019
She was alone in the pen at the end
visibly frighten
Shaking like a leaf
wanting reprieve
So young a volunteer stay by her side
If she could she would of cried
It was free adoption day
and the dogs knew they were on display
Barking loud and clear
someone take me out of here
But she so shy and scared
she seem to need so much love and care
The little dog spoke to my heart
so with her I did depart
Adopting her that day
she was bewilder and afraid
A friend drove us home
I held her so precious to own
She cling to me so tight
Celeste her name seem right
Calm and peaceful and shy
With my two old boys would she survive
Finally at home we arrived
Ghengis waiting at the window was barking with joy
for his master was home such a happy boy
I placed her in a fence area and closed the screen door
I let my boys out and they were shocked and floored
What was this new dog and why is she here
I let them be together but the boys showed fear
She tried to sniff them but they ran away
I realized of her my old boys were afraid
I let her in the house and she began to run around
the scare little dog was nowhere to be found
Within five minutes she evolved from Celeste to Sassy girl
she was so overjoyed in her brand new world
I had to catch her and bathe and clean her good
Gave her a treat she was home understood
She ran and jumped for joy and with the boys tried to play
but each time the fat boys would run away
Now Kublia who wants to befriend every dog a stray
whenever they are at the fence between it they do play
They bark and run along it, sniff and wag their tails
but with little Sassy Kublia heads for the hills
And mighty little Ghengis with anger always on display
with his new sister Sassy he shys away
It was so wonderful for Sassy to come out of her shell
I thought it would be weeks employing all my skills
She slept with me that night laying next to my side
the boys fled under the bed stayed there to hide
Sometimes she softly whimpers as the boys run away
It will take time before the old boys get comfortable enough to play
We were three bachelors living in our house alone
now we have our Sassy girl to make it a home
She is sweet and funny and has energy all day
Lively and cute she's in my heart to stay
My new big puppy is our Sassy girl
upside down she playfully has turned our world.