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After Pink Clouds
The pink clouds soon fade away,
Soberness I now regain,
Soul`s pains I do feel again,
Still I slip straight on the bed;
With dawn, I rise with some stress,
But life follows on its course
As rivers flow to the sea.
Today the blurry vision calls to her
Last night She drank too much
And to be honest,
She doesn't know why
It was without reason
She awoke this morning and the air was screaming
at Her to breathe once more
And sobriety, alongside it, telling Her
"It's okay to put down the bottle"
faint whisper.
Experience soberness and that it's okay to feel
Afraid.
OF WHO YOU ARE WHEN YOU'RE SOBER
It's a whole different person.
Who is powerful, creative and connected
but it's also, someone who feels so mcuh
and feels the pain all too well
And sees the demons people describe as medicine
She can step in-between all the heavens and hells
So, yeah, She's terrified of who she has become because
she can become so much more if she just allows desire to infiltrate
one day at a time.
And today, I miss her
and her wings
Wounded, but still flying
and today, I miss her
and her smiles and laughter
That presently exist, but could..
ever multiply
And today, I miss her because She's been skipping meals
because a demanding voice yells inside her brain and head
That hasn't been there for a while..
But has once more, returned
See, the darkness loves to imprison her and cause her to backslide
but I think, now, She's ready to catch it
Hook, line and Sinker
So maybe this is her making a decision to be
better again
to be strong
and to beat those demons down
12/15/17
Drunk is the man,
Who gave me the roots of my existence
In this harsh, cold and dark world...
For instance,
He beats up his so-called darling heartbeat
To a pulp, saying she's not caring about him
Yet he spends the little he gets
In bars, so late at night
With his friends, who dance to the tunes of alcohol
And use that chance to know harlots biblically...
He pounces on them as prey
Though they spread disease in the community
Alas! The more he laughs, is the more he loses soberness
Harnessing thoughts that we are his enemies
On his return, to our ramshackled house!
They say that a home is a safe place
But to me it's like a warzone
A heart rage of shame...
Mother, so verbous that her words land out of place
As she fires gruesome tantrums to her husband
And as African men once nurtured,
They shan't tolerate disrespect from a woman
When he flogs her in front of my siblings and I
Indeed our miniature size, prevails as our weakness
Seeing our mother bleed, to the brink of death!
Innocence
Never twisted guilt
Soberness, simple minded
Heartfelt
Young eyes blinked, bashfulness
No such things as monsters
Sleep tight
Sleep tight
No such things as monsters
Years dawned on
Mascara dripped
Troubled eyes
Losing hope now
Childhood days, fade away
They take me into darkness
Turn on the lights
Turn on the lights
Haunting nightmares
I looked under my bed
There was a monster
Staring right back at me
I jumped on my bed
Below my covers
I was scared as can be
Shaking at the image of what I have become
There's a monster in my bedroom
Yet I'm all alone
What is happening?
Life is changing
Life is changing
We are the monsters
We are the monsters
There was a mirror underneath my bed
Your eyes can't deny your reflection, it replays in your head
When we all grow up we become the monsters underneath our bed
Don't be scared
Don't be scared
We are the monsters
We are the monsters
We all grow up to be monsters in the end.
Hey can do's..' How do we do.? Just your
Ruminent here' Kangeroo... Who Watched
Old Elon gettin carried away...Who's a different type of ' colonial yet of an ilk' from
Contact culture could be hey.? He bounded around..Note that..' Yet don't make fun of me.!! LOL))) Hyped on the election win and all that American humans could be..' And right then at that very (point.?) I felt a soberness hit.' Or appear somwhere that I
Call my gut i suppose.? And mars..
I observed just what was it.? He had a glow.? And certainty
A godlike type of aura.' Whats there to hate? And i'm not irate.) Yet I glimpsed maybe ( the road to hell ) And i've been in my past another maker..? Look on this I rather not dwell.' I'm sure I felt a sadness and it? Hmm?..Well I beleive it came from God...It was a feeling of..Or? Knowing His
Shoulder turned, as a parent who felt the
Rub..? Of that child in a crowd of others whom could all do it on their own..Against
The ( maw of a yawing eternity ) a chill came into my spiritual bones.. And in the
Realisation i really
Felt alone.)
1. My life now’s not too spiritual although
I grew up Christian, for I do not go
to any church. I really do not care
about religion. I believe in prayer!
I talk to God and Know that He loves me,
but certain things I don’t take seriously.
Perhaps for that, the thing that I most crave
I will not find before I’m in the grave!
2. My next life – could it be that I am born
into another universe and torn
from all my memories of life on earth?
My new life here is sorely lacking mirth.
In this new culture, like a slave I live
with rules and rites! With bitterness I give
my time while exercising no free will.
With gloom and soberness my soul does fill.
3. Rewind – “and as my breath flows here and now”*
I’m overjoyed, and I don’t have to bow
to things I don’t believe in, for I need
to choose, but I do not fall prey to greed.
I’m satisfied with what God’s given me
and very grateful simply to be free.
No evil can destroy my thinking mind.
I’m true to me, and always I’ll be kind.
* Quote given by Unseeking Seeker
Dec. 29, 2021
For Unseeking Seeker's Doublethink Beliefs Poetry Contest
Death...Body
The inevitable beast, embodied
Weapon for the evil
terminating missions, end a message
Keep all
Waiting for another messenger
Death... It always leaves a void behind
The means to escape live's torture
For the good
Every lost a vision end, blurred
Revision all
Alteration, new version
Death... The structure
Unaware instructions of isolation
Leaving soberness behind
Heart aches, yelling of pains
Difficulty
Loser's gain, try to heal
Death... Shameless Criminal
Steal your breath
Leaves you breathless
Vulnerable
Deceased love
Roaring torments
Voices and memories
Echos and vivid dreams
Relentlessly
Death... Crip disease
Cripping into the heart
blurred eyes
Dash in the lungs
Ripple breathless
Cripple the bones
Lame you
ripple effect
Crip, clined... Lying
Unconsciously
Unaware
Casket
Death... Forget
Forget by all
Too soon
Gone forever
most say
Some reminisce.
Adam, Adam, Adam, Adam,
Adam.
I do not feel any way about you with poetry --
other than it is my experience with you that
You do not read much of it
At least you do not talk about it.
If you are reading poetry that I send you
Or if you are reading poetry secretly –
(From poets I do not know about)
(If you are cheating on me with other poets~)
Or if you are writing any poetry –
Or if you dream poetry –
If you find yourself asleep with words above your head
As I do
And these words are the hope of your day, of all your days,
And if these words are the reason you are able to live
If these words are your soberness ~
Why do you not tell me what they are?
You’ve fallen in love with me. You told me.
You’re sober for the first time in your adult life.
What are the words to this?
What are your words?
You can whisper them to me, but there are too many.
There must be. I want you to write them.
I want to read them.
But you must read poetry, too.
Highlighting the Lord God’s omnipotence
Bible stories expose His miracles
along His mercy’s faithful persistence
smiting torturous hatred’s tentacles.
Greatly enthralled by biblical events
my special child yearns for their retelling
animatedly done, no one prevents
his call for these chronicles propelling:
Creation wonders hold his eyes spell bound
as he recites Genesis 1:1 well
with thanksgiving midst praises that abound
through sign language, truth he does clearly tell.
He delights in surveying Noah’s ark
while traveling inside the floating zoo
hearing cats meow, pigs oink, birds chirp, dogs bark
snakes hiss, sheep baa, goats meeh, ducks quack, too.
Glued to Father Abraham’s clear portrait
carrying promised son Isaac gladly
exemplifying faith, superbly great---
dear child of mine keeps clapping blissfully.
Recalling Joseph the Dreamer’s venture
my son mumbles about coat colorful
projecting pit-prison-palace posture
affirming God’s compassion, powerful.
For Moses’ recorded heroism
by the Sovereign’s mighty deliverance
how my child screams beyond optimism
expecting Ten Commandments’ appearance.
Then climaxing his mirth’s jubilation
David emerges triumphant indeed
over Goliath’s defeated sanction
settling genuine godly trust from pride’s greed.
Concluding my son’s jovial Bible trip
he mimics crucifixion soberness
asserting the Saviour’s redemption-grip
offering eternal life’s graciousness.
With joy of pure mirth, shouting victory*
my child hugs me while his book he closes
ending Scripture narration of glory
exuding love the Almighty blesses.
*Psalm 98:1 O sing unto the LORD a new song; for he hath done marvellous things: his right hand, and his holy arm, hath gotten him the victory.
February 12, 2020
Edited on February 12, 2022
1st place, "A STRAND (1072)" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 2/13/2022.
On the field of battle,
Young brave and strong,
We are stripling warriors,
Ready to bring it on!
We are fighting the darkness,
Piercing through with truth and light!
Charity is our standard,
Faith, courage and commitment our delight!
Captained by our King and Holy Commander,
We are guided by unconquerable right!
With flaming swords in hand,
This is the truth for which we fight!
Rising up to face the gauntlet of hell,
Yet we fear no death,
For we think upon our one true King,
And more firmly upon liberty than life!
We are true at all times,
In whatsoever things we are entrusted.
As disciples of truth and soberness,
We walk uprightly before Him.
We do not doubt,
God, will deliver us!
Our family, leaders and friends,
Have taught us to believe in Christ!
Bridge: (Said in a warrior’s voice)
With such miraculous strength,
And mighty power,
We did fall upon the enemy,
That we did frighten them exceedingly.
Oh what joy to be a warrior,
For not one soul shall be lost!
We will fight and win and never quit,
No matter what the cost!