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You walk the way the wind blows
Or so the story goes.
You rode the waves of blue,
And lived a life with no clue
You blow smoke of tar
And drive a beat up car
You live in built-up walls,
Where twilight slowly crawls.
A fortress made of stone,
To keep yourself unknown.
You traded wind and sky,
To watch the world go by.
But rain taps on the window pane,
To remind you of the pain.
And the wind still knows your name,
Before you quit the game.
You throw the portal wide,
And cast the ghost aside.
Out where the blacktop gleams,
You wake up from your dreams.
You head across the bay,
To find a better way.
You turn toward the east,
The captive soul released.
The engine starts to roar—
You walk the way no more.
look to the distance for comfort, it seems so far away and yet so close.
No matter where you are, there will always be something in front of you,
No matter the day, no matter the season,
there will always be something in front of you.
You were born alone, you will die alone,
but no matter what, you will always have your instincts,
your senses,
your surroundings.
Inhale chaos, exhale smoke, problem after problem, with no solution,
so you live alongside the chaos that resides in your mind,
igniting the flames inside your soul, rediscovering your purpose,
your destiny,
what you were born to do.
The surroundings are poisoned by itself,
the decay and destruction enveloping the natural.
You're immune now, the poison and death run through your veins,
it's in control, you are nothing but a vessel to a higher power,
a slave to time and malice
Knock-knock, Come in, hey Bernie what’s up? Harry, you want to go to Peru?
Peru? What’s in Peru? Active volcanoes! I’m going to jump into one. WHAT?
Abby left me and I have nothing to live for. Bernie, I’m not Dr. Kevorkian.
Come on H, I already have the tickets, one round trip for you to come home.
Pack your 35 milliliter camera with the zoom lens and let’s go to Peru.
Bernie, my camera, and I at the west base of Ubinas; outside of Lima, Peru
The smell of hot wafting through the ashen skies, Ubinas is very active
Take a picture of this H, Bernie held up a 15x8 foot sign : Abby I LOVE YOU
He headed up the volcano ; about 500 feet he turned around and waved : Click
Just then a thunderous eruption of molten hot lava, cascading down the mountain
Bernie turned and started running, the lava in hot pursuit touched his boots : in flames
He screams in pain, I’m snapping pictures as he tried to swim through scalding magma
As his legs disintegrate, I zoom in on his ashen white face, as the flames engulf his arms
For a man who wanted to die, the horrific fear on his face, the terrifying look in his eyes
A puff of smoke and Bernard James was gone. I could feel the heat of the lava descending
I run to the truck and drive as fast as I can back to Lima. In a darkroom, pictures develop
Deviously, I make a life size collage of Bernard David James ; starting at the feet---
I set the collage on fire: staring at a face afraid to die, I see the atrocity of Suicide.
Inspired and Dedicated to Colleen Bono This is my part of the Challenge I hope it meets
with YOUR approval…HG
Caregiver
Caregiver,
You came into our family
As a river of hope.
Ever flowing, always there,
Providing loving care,
So we could cope.
Caregiver,
You became an uncaring taker.
With your undue influence
You spent her money
On your own selfish wants.
Under false pretenses, you dragged her along daily,
Using her vehicle for your own personal errands.
Like a foe you fought our family!
As we became wise to your machinations.
And when your goose was finally cooked,
Your last act was to vandalize in secret,
Leaving her heartbroken.
Oh, Uncaring Taker,
How unconscionable were your actions.
How hateful you became.
Why were you this way?
How I would like to make you pay,
But it's her wish to leave it this way.
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December 9, 2019
F T I SPECIAL family
Brian Strand, sponsor
Copyright © 2018 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
Published 2018 in "Up In Smoke - A Collection of Poems" via wattpad.com
I am a widow;
And I'm alone but not alone
Oh', And I've been without a wife for 3 years 9 months 4 days
And the grieving process was very strong the first couple of years
I met my first and only wife at the age of 17 and a half years old
I was on her job sitting in the reception area in front of her just staring glaring at her
Yes it was a young teenage love that I had for her
And believe it or not she had standards
She didn't want an extreme lazy man conceited a pretty boy
She didn't drink alcohol or smoke cigarettes or do marijuana
She had standards
Oh she said if you think you're interested in me you have to do the minimum of one thing
You have to go to church and try to be righteously with me
I said if that's all you want for this courtship being old-fashioned I told her I got this
So approximately 3 years later for my 21st birthday we said I do and in a religious ceremony we got married
After 40 years of marriage three children and my two grandchildren
On June 18th 2016 God took back his daughter
Leaving me here alone but not alone
Marriage is beautiful in the essence of God
And holy when you include God
Marriage is more then just touching and awe sexual intercourse
Marriage is sanctioned by God and glorified and beautiful impart more blessed
I had a dream last night to paraphrase yes it was real but I met someone that we talked and I looked in her eyes it was all positive we are on one Accord I'm not physically looking for I love to spouse but God knows my heart?
I miss I do miss positive marriage the goods and the bads the ups and the downs The Joint devotionals and all that expound
I do miss marriage... I Do
3/22/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
When I’m driving.
It doesn’t matter how much I’m trying.
I never expected to crash on Main Street.
After getting an ice cream as a treat.
We get out and there’s smoke all around.
I grab paper off the ground.
He gives me his number.
Then there’s thunder.
He says he can’t hear it.
Then away, I start to sprint.
They are.
Taking their car.
Three friends.
Laughing like when they used to play pretend.
It doesn't matter that he hit the brakes.
His two friends start to shake.
When I’m driving…when I’m driving…
We were both driving, something, something…
One of us was left shaking, while one of us…not.
One of us had our last thought.
He gave me his number, so I tried to call.
But some places don’t have reception after all.
In the battle of markets, where influences clash relentlessly,
In every war, the lies of professionals resonate loudly,
Where religious fanatics, sincere to the point of incandescence,
Sell a holy crusade to defend virtue from the shadow of Evil.
In the silent march of soldiers, where the soul's turmoil is deaf,
A story is born of a world seeking salvation in smoke and fire,
And the flames rise like sacrificial prayers to the heavens,
Embracing promises of eternal redemption and deliverance.
In the chaotic dance of markets, where goods become weapons,
Legends are woven speaking of good and evil, light and darkness,
And structures of illusions rise, vibrating sand castles,
Under the weight of heavy words proclaiming absolute truth.
Beyond the curtains of rhetoric, where lies and truth intertwine,
Stretches a world where silence is the loudest scream,
And souls are lost in the labyrinth of unanswered questions,
Seeking a path to peace that always seems a step away.
In the melancholy of this endless struggle for domination and control,
In every story lies the shadow of a personal crusade,
Where each heart sings its own anthem of hope and despair,
Knotted in the fine weave of dreams and unshared fears.
Thus, war becomes a dance of shadows on a vast theater's stage,
A spectacle of lights and shadows, beliefs and doubts,
Where each soul is an actor in its own play of existence,
Carrying within the echo of a battle that knows no end.
Raining Bombs
Why do strangers shed blood?
Open waters, there's another flood.
War against their own brothers.
Weapons used to hurt others.
Where do we run too?
The war has been measured to you.
Fight to survive.
Stand tall for one life.
The sky is raining bombs.
What is the point of this when too many will fall?
The sky is on fire.
Sadness is in the air.
Not one stone will be on top of the other.
Everything has fallen in 24 hours.
The ultimate war will never end.
Through the smoke we all need a friend.
A nightmare has begun.
Pull them out of the rubble and lend a hand.
You can’t bury the dead.
Our enemy must pay for what they did.
I pray over those who are gone.
This is your 9/11, we have a bond.
Hold up a candle to remember the lost.
Walk with me and take up the cross
I’ve lived a life of darkness, I lived a life of shame,
I’ve lived my life, as though it were a game.
I’ve done my share of damage, with the words I’ve spoke,
where there is a fire, you always see it’s smoke.
But out of ignorance, I did do these things,
as I handed out, deaths little stings.
They say don’t burn the bridges, you may have to cross,
killing them with our words, is our final loss.
Words, what a mighty powerful force, but when we practice to deceive,
those words brings more than you truly perceive.
I lay down those weapons of darkness, the words in which I speak,
now for those words of life, each day I truly seek.
I smoke this blunt
And clear my mind
Put up this front
To get out of the world's blind
To taste the purple haze across my lips
The intoxicating smoke fills the room
Smoking this eternal bliss
Makes new ideas brew and bloom
To broaden the life I'm supposed to lead
To reach the horizon where the sun set that sunset for me
Where no stupid people abuse the greed in the souls they breed
For the pieces of damaged souls that will never again be
The tired worker stumbles through the door
Working his ass off for the accidental family he made
Looking up to the stars and planets and through the Nevermore
Feeling defeated and stupid because you know you were played
To broaden my thoughts --- to broaden my dreams
Listening to intuition --- trying to listen to me
In a world where nothing is what it seems
In a world that they lie to you about being free
They see everything you do and breathe
They learn everything about your body and brain
And how to make you instantaneously bleed
Hitting you with corruption --- like a derailed train
Hopelessly you stumble --- on the balance of life
And aimlessly living --- no matter what the cost
The corruption that stings you and cuts you with a meat knife
America: "Taking people's lives for power and greed" --- at whoever's loss
So where do you find the balance in all the chaos and hate?
Where is your "safe haven" --- where is your place for you and your's?
Nobody but yourself will ever be in the position to challenge your own fate
When finally there's a chip in you --- no need for jobs, currency, or stores
And when the time comes will you let them brand you mad?
And finally stand up for a probable cause --- finding the guns we stashed
Or are you going to let them take our families --- with constant tears of sad?
Fighting against the world --- completely trashed
Knowing the survivors (if any) probably won't be long
Until all the military swarms and barricades us in
Thinking about the Apocalypse --- I rip the bong
I'm here to go against the world to save my own sins