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In the labyrinth of the human psyche, where thoughts roam free,
A boundless expanse of consciousness, vast as the endless sea.
Here, emotions swirl like tempests, fierce and wild,
As we navigate the depths of the mind, like an intrepid child.
Memories echo through the corridors of time,
Whispers of love, echoes of crime.
Each thought a universe, teeming with life,
A kaleidoscope of emotions, joy and strife.
In the quiet moments of introspection,
We confront our fears, our deepest reflection.
Doubts and insecurities, shadows that linger,
As we grapple with the questions that point to our inner.
Yet amidst the chaos, beauty finds its way,
In the poetry of our thoughts, where dreams sway.
Hope blooms like a flower in the desert's arid land,
Guiding us through the darkness, holding our hand.
From the depths of despair to the heights of elation,
We journey through the spectrum of human sensation.
Love, like a beacon, illuminates the night,
Bringing warmth to our souls, casting out the blight.
But even in moments of sorrow and pain,
There's a silver lining, a truth to gain.
For within the depths of our complex minds,
Resides the power to transcend, to leave the past behind.
So let us embrace the complexity of our thoughts,
For within them lies the key to unlock our plots.
In the tapestry of human cognition, we find our truth,
In the symphony of our thoughts, we find our youth.
So let us wander through this vast expanse,
Exploring the realms of human chance.
For in the depths of thought's embrace,
We find the essence of our grace.
In the whispers of the mind, secrets untold,
In the silent echoes, truths unfold.
In the dance of neurons, connections made,
In the symphony of thought, wisdom displayed.
In the recesses of memory, stories reside,
In the depths of emotion, worlds collide.
In the vast expanse of imagination, dreams take flight,
In the quiet contemplation, truths ignite.
In the tender embrace of empathy, souls unite,
In the fervent pursuit of knowledge, minds ignite.
In the rhythm of life, we find our beat,
In the tapestry of humanity, each thread unique.
So let us revel in the complexity of our minds,
For within them, the universe unwinds.
In the depths of thought, we find our truth,
In the vast expanse of consciousness, our youth.
Written by - Moonlit Whisper
Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
POETIC LYRICS BY THOMAS L H ANDRESS-ZEISS
Are-hearts-like....................RAINBOWS-'n-POTS-a-GOLD?
When..............SUMMER-FELL..................my-heart-DIED!
'Cuz-if-you..........................DIDN'T-KNOW......'He'-LIED!
And-when........SUMMER-FELL..........a-reward/WAS-SOLD!
And-what-SHE...........DIDN'T-KNOW...........YOU-WERE
THAT-SILVER/LINING...................at-the-end/of-the
LONGEST-STORM...........and-through..........ENDLESS-NIGHTS
My-heart...................DIED.........................'Cuz-'He'/LIED!
If.....................VALHALLA-ever-did/exist.........IT-WASN'T
FOR/ME!
HER-SHIP/sailed..............and-mine/didn't..........did-'He'
Care..................That-Somewhere-My-Heart....... BLED?
If-Beauty..................COUNTS...............Then.....DOESN'T
MY-HEART/BLEED..................Because-I'm/BEAUTIFUL
TOO!
If-raptures.............and-blue-currents........and-swirls
Of---------HOPELESS/DREAMS....................COUNT
DON'T-I/COUNT-TOO..................my-heart-was
Stripped........and-I/Bled....................Till-I/DIED!
And-when-I...............SOAKED-'n-DIED........and-a
Cotton-Swab...............DIED-'n-THE----DARKEST
WELL-OF-THE/HOTTEST...................TUB-of-ALL
TIME............................my-tears-did-they/fall
Till..............THE/DARKNESS-FELL.......and-the/color
Of-my/bath.............BLED................and-I/Died!
TILL.....................'YOU'-LET....................HIM
CALL!
And-'You'.................LET...........HIM........CALL!
And-that-Rainbow..........FELL............TO-A/POT
OF-PURE/GOLD!
And-I-was..............SOLD-AND-FIN-NALLY/SOLD
And-now................I-know/'You'...........DIDN'T
LIE!
GOLDEN-HAIRED................AND-BEAU-TI-FUL!
A-Match-Made-in.......................HEAVEN!
A-Designer-and-a...............GENTLEMAN!
He-Advocates.........and-Swears......TO/ME
AND-JUST/ME!
He-Sings-The/Sweetest-Songs.......and-he
DANCES-TO/ALL-NINES!
He-Rhymes-'n-Sings..............A-CLOWN-OF
ALL-TIME.....................He's-cute-'n-a
CLOWN!
Is-he....................SUPER...........or-just
A-MAN?
Does-he.................Love............or-has
He-just...............................WATCHED?
LOVE-'n-ME...........................IS-SUPER!
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let me be clear. i need no compassion in this life. i've seen myself as a villain ever since i could understand death. exposed at a young age, i dove head first in the pools of mercy. when julius slipped and cracked his skull, his mother's cries rang through me. all of the blood and broken pieces made me question, "did i do this?" i was so young, the only way i could comprehend something so raw was by taking the blame. the angel of death. i stood by as my own mother ran to him and i smirked, and i knew, it was that instant, i was no good. rotten to the core. don't misunderstand. my soul is good. there is something inside that is fighting so wickedly to be released. when julius died, something clicked inside of me. i wasn't afraid of death. it didn't catch me off guard. i never asked the questions to prove i had heart. i processed everything internally and i still do. i told myself that even if this were my doing, julius would have died anyway from heart attack, car crash, cancer... the world is a trap in which living is a death wish. i understood, but never found myself overwhelmed by the blood. it wasn't for weeks after the accident that the images started. i'd see him in my closet each night with fresh blood trickling from his brows. he rarely said anything, but when he did speak, he asked me, "why didn't you save me?". but for the most part, he was silent. he stood and stared and i wanted to walk to him and tell him i was sorry. i knew if i got out of bed he would vanish. i didn't believe he was real, but each night i'd wait for him. the guilt behind my eyes was unearthly. it all comes in flashes. the screaming, the blood on my mother's shoe, the fall. like a nightmare experienced years ago that can't be forgotten. i see his face everywhere, reminding me that death is not reasonable. death doesn't care for age. i've seen the best, crumble into the reaper's arms. it seems only the good attract the tragedy of living. only the good are mourned indefinitely, with fresh roses each november on a grave to remember how much love they left behind. the good are saturated with the tears and the sorrow of everything they touched. maybe it's why i wanted to be bad. to have no one cry over a soulless body. if no one missed me, no one would ever feel the pain of losing me. after julius, i knew there was no silver lining in death.
A Franky and Spud Encounter
The coach, old and rusty, pulled up at the gate
The horses, portending the schoolchildren’s fate
Franky looked over and thought it was great
While Spud bore a look that said he was irate
But school children grow at a different rate
So different size horses stood calm and sedate
Spud’s not the quickest but must get the biggest
The chestnut he fancied was the tallest and thickest
If he could be first to that rust coloured horse
Then he’d lead the way on the pony trek course
He wasn’t a writer, he wasn’t a reader
But he would show everyone he was a leader
The coach door was open but he was far from it
So Spud shouted watch out, I’m going to vomit
The kids stood aside and that made a clear path
So Spud got off first with a victory laugh
Franky called out were supposed to be taught
Horse riding ain’t easy as you might have thought
But Spud found some steps and he mounted his steed
And screamed when his stallion set off at speed
Spud did his best to regain his composure
With tears in his eyes from wind speed exposure
But Franky yelled ‘Rusty Joy’ easy boy, Whoa!
He’d been here before, which Spud didn’t know
And Rusty Joy slowed and returned at a trot
And Spud acted nonchalant... which he was not
So as the kids stood by the horse they had got
Spud hammed it up... are we going or what
So gripping the reins in fear of his life
If I’m overtaken there’s gonna be strife
Franky called out, you should stay with the pack
Spud yelled, I’m the leader, you’d better stay back
To drive his point home, he dug in with his feet
And Rusty Joy went like a demon on heat
Spud just squealed whoa boy with futile insistence
But soon he was only a spec in the distance
Then Rusty Joy saw some lush grass, good for dining
Which proves every cloud comes with a silver lining
As, rapidly, Rusty Joy came to a stop
Spud landed face down in some festering plop
The kids soon caught up and Franky said Yuk
You’re gonna be rich ’cause there’s brass where there’s muck
You never said you were a horseman: that’s humble
What a good overhead, face first, tumble!
Spud sat himself up against Rusty Joy’s legs
I’m not gonna rest until each of you begs
If you don’t plead good, you’re gonna be dead
Then Rusty Joy’s bowels emptied over his head
My mom always told me not to show my heart so much,
because she said the world will chew it up and spit it out in chucks that won’t fit back together.
See in fourth grade, I met a girl.
She was beautiful, met her in the bus line.
Her friend next to her started the conversation, she said “hey Andrew, do you think my friend Chloe’s cute.”
I had been looking at her friend chloe for about 3 minutes straight,
I didn’t know what to say.
I was like a freight train off the tracks, I answered “yes.”
And smiled.
She then replied, “you two should date because chloe thinks your very cute.”
It’s funny, I don’t really remember doing anything with chloe.
I just remember this feeling of the world crashing down on my ten-year-old shoulders, when we broke up 3 weeks later.
That day we broke up.
I got home, and I cried in my room.
You must understand this was the first time I’ve been heartbroken.
I remember my mom came into my room, and asked what’s wrong.
In my hand I held something that didn’t belong,
a note chloe had written that was given to me by one of her friends earlier that day.
Basically, it said we are done
but I hope we can still be friends and at the end of the note she drew a picture of us playing together on the playground.
We never became friends after that.
I actually became friends with her next boyfriend who she dropped me for,
and he was spending more time with me than with her so she dumped him.
Long story short, every boyfriend she had that went to the same elementary school from grade 4 to 5
I became really good friends with.
Basically, I was trying to get back together with her by stealing her boyfriends.
Which was the worst possible decision
because that made me look like I’m gay.
Which I’m not,
And Not that there’s anything wrong with being gay.
We’ve all had our moments, mine just happened to be when I was 10 and heart broken.
But you know I never would’ve made such good childhood friends if I wouldn’t have put my heart out there.
Now, was making new friends
the goal of becoming friends with her boyfriends,
heck no.
But it just means there’s a silver lining to almost anything,
you just must have the courage to see it.
So, mom
I’m sorry, but I believe
my heart is too strong for the world to chew!
Every Cloud shows a silver lining
Day dawned displaying dew droplets.
Shiny Sun added sparkling charms
I was counting anxious moments
to greet my sweet heart in my arms.
She must be coming
I am eagerly waiting.
Merry morning was about to mourn.
My eyes were thirsty. She was not shown.
Morning rolled to nagging noon.
She must be rushing soon.
Hands of clock going round and round
On our special day she is bound
to come without showing lame ground.
Noon passed to next phase.
Afternoon showed its face.
She must come sharp.
But she did not turn up!
My heart was about to burn.
Drizzling showers under the Sun
dispersed sunbeam into spectrum
pasting rainbow on sky-album.
Even in dismay and despair
I knew somewhere over
Rainbow would appear
to portray my life in color.
Evening twilight brought me hope
till Sun went down on quick gallop.
Night darkened, evening merged.
My tingling passion only urged,
‘Come My Dear, Come My Darling!
Why? Why are you not coming?’
I sat in darkness of dolor not putting on light
Just watching hands of clock to touch midnight.
‘if, ‘Perhaps’, ‘But’, several possibilities fight.
Mobile showed ‘No answer’
She sent no message either.
I am neither weeping nor crying,
but whispering
‘Every cloud has silver lining.’
I will hold her at night while dreaming.
I will visit her prompt on next morning.
I will snatch your heart
I will catch you fast
Perfect match at last.
Let the hands of clock go round and round
I am pretty proud to voice my love loud
Silver linings are shown in every cloud
Some when somewhere rainbow is bound
to bend in semi- circle touching ground.
My love is gold to glitter, bold to sound.
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37.
My beloved, you ever shine,
in all of my dreams, you are mine,
you are ever my Valentine.
In praise, I do caress you soft,
lifting your glowing heart aloft,
memories held in my heart’s loft.
Now, come and take wing, precious love,
you are love, in Heaven above,
you shall ever be my soft dove.
In praise, the birds do sing their song,
around your temple, they do belong,
sing our song, away from the throng,
In praise, flowers begin to sing,
together, we fly on love’s wing,
now, you are my everything.
Beside the starlight stream, we lie,
in passion’s embrace, we do fly.
38.
In passion’s embrace, we do fly,
we give our hearts to the night sky,
our sweet love shall sing, by and by.
When you are near, Luna shining,
the stars are our silver lining,
our hearts, they shall not be pining.
My love, I do feel love supreme,
you lie with me, within our dream,
in sacred dreams, you are my theme.
You are my beauty, Heaven’s grace,
you are my light, in Heavenly space,
our love shines, in love’s embrace.
Come, beloved, with me, do lie,
emotions, they can rise so high.
39.
Emotions, they can rise so high,
dreams of love, they do surely fly,
our deep love, it shall never die.
Shared within the confines of dream,
love, that is more than it may seem,
a joy sublime, a love supreme.
In love sublime, we share our peace,
within our love, all sorrows cease,
I now find joy, in love’s release.
In primal passion, our song sung,
with love’s fine grace, our hearts are stung,
joy comes forth when love’s bell is rung.
Come, my love, where the eagles cry,
on clouds of emotion, we do lie.
40.
On clouds of emotion, we do lie,
emotions, they can rise so high,
in passion’s embrace, we do fly.
What glory does dwell in our dreams?
In our joy, love is as it seems,
caressed by love-light, in moonbeams.
What wonders we see in the night,
your wondrous joy, love’s brightest light,
memories, dreams that shine so bright.
Passions we sow, love’s wondrous seed,
within love’s dreams, fulfill our need,
on gentle love, our hearts shall feed.
Always remember, love we knew,
in praise, Luna shines upon you.
To Be Continued..........
Perhaps in a row they sit on their chair.
At their small object they all like to stare.
In an upside down world, the room’s silence grows.
They sit on their chair, perhaps in a row.
With both thumbs moving, such dexterity!
Faster than cheetahs their thumbs seem to be.
Some with small headphones also are grooving.
Such dexterity with both thumbs moving.
You utter a word; I doubt they will hear.
On screens, words are better than in one’s ear.
Conversing sans screen they might find absurd.
I doubt they will hear you utter a word.
I see them in class not looking at books
in spite of their teachers’ dirtiest looks.
Tell them to stop; they just give you their sass,
not looking at books! I see them in class.
Their phones are in use all hours of the day.
Do not even try to take them away!
You might be accused of phone/child abuse.
All hours of the day their phones are in use.
I see moms alone with a child that’s hurt,
Not even giving their child some comfort.
Nothing else matters but their precious phone.
With a child that’s hurt I see moms alone.
The cell phone’s their all - their almighty God.
Anything else for them must be a fraud.
Some only text you; they won’t take your call!
Their almighty God - the cell phone’s their all.
When did this begin? Bringing phones in school?
Kids who don’t have them are thought not too cool.
To take students’ phones is likened to sin.
Bringing phones in school. . .When did this begin?
A time and a place there is for all things.
I hate at the movies when a phone rings!
Cell phones at dinner? An utter disgrace!
There is for all things a time and a place.
Sadly, much worse, there’s texting while driving.
If you’re not trying to be surviving,
do it! Your next ride might be in a hearse.
There’s texting while driving, sadly much worse.
Nothing else matters to addicts, I know.
*Every cloud has a silver lining though -
Less actual talking with those mad as hatters!
To addicts I know, nothing else matters.
inspiration from the Metallica Song: Nothing Else Matters
Written April 28, 2016 a
using Swap Quatrain style, a form created by Lorraine M. Kanter and described at Shadowpoetry.com.
The Government's behaviour firstly no longer defends our church
this mockery in itself shows a deep lack of good sense
or the simple sourced judgement to cast defiance
within this ruling class displayed
Openly liars vulgar hounds with misunderstandings of truthful agendas
as silver lining shines within their beady eyes split tongues brag
poisoned two left feet heading backwards chaos screams from injustice
Milking a treasury for all it's worth then rising the pension age
blindsided are the fools whom are unable to see past the sheriff of Nottingham
Bailing out banks without consent and giving the bankers bonuses
this our rainy day fund feathering someone's nest
We pay through the nose breathing in this capital suffering
creating slaves illegally burdened citizens are chained
dipping into pension funds the existence for this illegal action
hands out always taking never giving
Such corruption goes beyond unchallenged by lawmakers
beggars of the very purse strings
15 million flushed down the toilet for paper postal codes
billions worth of fish harvested out of our Irish sea
Gas and natural resources given away freely
our sovereignty has been removed bit by bit stolen innocence
under false ideas stealing our children's future legacy
leaders without backbones snakes pushing agendas
For free, taxpayer-funded abortions put on the table
in this bill signed with bloodshed to legalise
the killing of unborn babies in Ireland of all places
never thought I would live to see the day
Millions spent on a referendum called choice
incorrectly claiming murder as just
to be an important part of healthcare
our family focus has lost all sense of direction
Challenging the very structure in mum and dad
to begin with motherhood is the single strongest character
filled with loving compassion such are the rights removed basically damned
Every single word into the temple of our origin
death of democracy spilling the most innocent of blood
sacrificed for the sake of pride our nation has fallen
No longer united Irishmen and women a land divided
it is from these spoils of war that's killing our children's legacy
I love to break my dawn with a bit of praise and worship
This morning am listening to Kirk Franklin lyrics
Track 7 is Lean on me...
And the song got me thinking
"Yea?How can i love and trust you Jesus
When i have never seen your face?"
Then i heard that small still voice in my heart saying
"Look around child,I am everywhere."
I am the ray of sun kissing your forehead early morn
I am the the noon melody of the birds on the thicket chirping your name
I am the protective moist on your skin against the afternoon heat
I am the purifying waves of the ocean after a long day
I am the breathtaking burning beauty of the glowing sunset
I am the soothing sounds of the rain drops on the roof
I am the sweetness in your dreams at night
I am your Monday to Sunday,24/7,365.242 days year in year out.
I am the silver lining when the surrounding are foggy and gray
I am the ray of hope amidst your despair
I am the solution when you hit enter
I am the friend that stays when the rest of the world turn their backs on you
I am the shallow end when every detail in your life is suffocating
I am the rejoicing succeeding your mourning
I am the Amen to all you petitions
I am your Monday to Sunday,24/7,365.242 days year in year out.
I am the fragrance of peace after mending a broken relationship
I am the unconditional love from your spouse
I am the trusting innocence in your children eyes
I am the kindness in your neighbors generosity
I am the smile that linger after a random stranger's wink
I am the click of your friends glasses during happy hour
I am the overflowing family laughter at Christmas dinner table
I am your Monday to Sunday,24/7,365.242 days year in year out.
I am the familiar and the puzzle you are yet to solve
I am the simple plus the complex
I am the deepest secret and the painting on your wall
I am the pending request and the innermost addictions
I am the hello and the full stop in your every write
I am the heights of the heavens and the lows of the earth
I am the yesterday,today and i will be your tomorrow
I am your Monday to Sunday,24/7,365.242 days year in year out.
........ ........ .......
"Look around child,I am everywhere."
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