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Debt has shaped most of my sorry life
Shaving it off year by year
Thanks to my devoted wife
She is a gem in her own right
No more tears of shame
My frame of mind feels just right
I smile these days
You can just feel that inner peace
Once I was in a situation of helplessness
Sleight of hand and a twist of fate
With my ex it felt like
On a bed of nails she makes me wait
The kind of man I was
I waited
Trying to convince myself to endure
My hands are tied
My body bruised, she got me with
Nothing to win and nothing left lose
I tried to end it all
I took sleeping pills
Tried to give myself away
Those were dark times
I was a car wreck lying upside down
It took some soul searching
But a wise person said
‘change your world’
I vamoosed the chance I got
Literally I went away
Only with the clothes on my back
What a relief
It cost me relations with my kids
Hell they might feel that I abandon them
I will cross that bridge when I get there
Late uncle Stan
Already called me out on it
Nothing witty to say back
Already to far gone
Careful of who you give yourself away to…
M Cupido
It's Not Love but it Will Suffice
She says, “It’s not love, but it will suffice;
Happiness must be had for what it’s worth.
Let us embrace romance sealed with a kiss
And enjoy the time we have on this Earth.”
I live this sensation called “soul-searching,”
When inspiration is torn from the heart;
Desperation creeps in mercilessly,
And escape to her arms is the answer.
I long for comfort as she calms the din
And rejuvenizes my exhausted brain.
Re-energized, I alight from within
And attempt to climb that mountain again.
I can’t complain in this, our love affair;
Our needs are met by using each other.
What new beliefs?
What soul searching?
Ha, come on, man!
It’s not a big deal.
Priests, Pundits and Charlatans
would have you believe otherwise;
They can skillfully redress these
natural occurrences into a religious garb.
Neither it’s a wrath of God
Nor an act of nature exacting revenge
for mankind’s abuses and excess.
When you wallow in mud, you get dirty
When you frolic in rain, you get wet
When you poke and prod the hornet nest…well!
God has not been the author of these
terrible events nor Satan’s payback
toward the people of God for sinful behaviors.
Plague, Flu, HIV/AIDS, Polio, Ebola, Coronavirus –
Epidemics and Pandemics have plagued and
will continue to plague mankind into the end times,
and along the way, becomes collateral damage.
Death is a part of life. It happens because of
natural calamities, accidents, wars, diseases,
violence, and mostly, man’s ignorance.
It’s a natural phenomena --- It just happens!
As long as there’s one man and one woman left,
we’ll be all right.
~05/11/21
~Contest: Your Philosophy during this Pandemic
~Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke.
Yesterday,
when conscious slept,
anger was my shield,
fear my faithful sword.
When hatred contaminated my heart,
tears ached for tranquillity,
polluted in guilt from selfish greed.
Life can be a disaster waiting to occur,
leaving you in despair gasping for air,
suffocating your sighs with crippling changes,
due to disorientation in imagining reality.
I've always been in an internal war,
fighting the two voices in my head.
You can't kill someone who died before birth,
so not every battle is worth fighting for,
yet I was always in envy of peace.
I want to disappear sometimes,
bid a secret farewell to the shadows that pursue,
but I'm afraid of diving into the unknown.
Maybe I'm an imposter,
maybe I'm just a Gemini
everyday, I am different,
a multitude of personalities,
a creative charming chameleon.
In times of fragility and frustration,
I wish I was a secret to society,
but I don't want to be alone tonight,
so I'm soul searching for a love unspoken,
not cursed with deafening screams.
In solitude, overthinking is a poison,
so I turn to unfulfilled prophecies -
to bring me back to life.
I've always had an aversion for perversion,
become a nemesis to prejudice.
Spirits taught me to 'be my own universe.'
to fly to the sky, wave ego goodbye,
so my flaws make me shine more.
There is no shame in vulnerability.
No embarrassment in slaying pride.
In the angst of anxiety,
paralyzed by self-possessed sadness,
I set out finding sincerity,
my coincidental half -
but you have always been inside me.
When I finally opened my eyes,
I felt alive.
Lust is a mute assassin,
a terminal sickness.
Love is like a fever,
it leaves you speechless.
I used to idolise silence,
but now I'm a slave to consciousness.
Oh my sentient soul,
we are unrhymed verses,
our lives a living rough draft.
Decorate me with your ink,
complete me with your conclusion,
as you are the music playing on loop.
Let them say we are mad as we dance,
lost in lyrics only we can hear.
“People of the world don’t look at themselves, and so they blame one another.”
- Rumi
He struggles to forget
that little boy anticipating his hero's return.
Staring out through a dark window,
wondering if sincere stars would show him a path home
but he was a man not worthy of such a reception.
Guess we don't get a choice,
where and to whom we are born.
The fatherless are like angels without feathers.
Left behind in the silence of sins.
In a lonely childhood playground,
collecting shards from broken glass swings.
His father was an illusive saviour to so many,
but played a villain against his growth.
How could one be so ignorant,
unaware a child needs a role model
to guide like a shepherd and his flock.
It's a struggle being a black sheep
in a white world of woollen hearts,
wandering like a lost soul searching to belong -
neglected by those too intoxicated with their vices.
Absent in adolescence,
life's lessons can be harsh,
with bitter blood bleeding in stubborn stains.
Now his ghost sings sad songs in absent dreams -
will a mind perpetually be plagued by visions?
People play the blame game,
pointing fingers in angry accusations,
about who hurt who,
but there are no victors in emotive diversions.
In misconception and misunderstanding,
the misunderstood leave without a goodbye.
Sometimes we don't get an opportunity to apologise,
so some voices are lost forever.
When there is nothing but silence,
a child gifts his seat on the throne of forgiveness -
because he is not a composition of parental chromosomes.
In his father's darkness, he may recite his lyrics,
as occasionally some sorrows resurface,
but his mother's compassionate tears
teach him how to spread light.
Everything he is today,
is inspired by not mirroring sins of his father's past.
Maybe that's why
he does not seek black horizons.
only sincere skies,
to observe the moon and stars.
And the walls came tumbling down.
Do you have the faith to march to battle
Raise your sword and strike the enemy down
Tread through snow with feet bleeding
Hunger pains while crawling under Death's shadow
Sleepless nights and soul searching
War is hell the anguish screams in killing
Burning days in scorching deserts
All to keep a point to hold
Disease mocks your very existence
Limbs are torn away
Drowning in swampy waters
Spears with bloody tips a glazed
Stone by stone you tear away
Stone by stone fortress made
Stone by stone piles a quick grave
The jackals belly full of human flesh
The body rots as vultures dish
Strike a blow with sword in hand
Combat man to man
If you win a hero's creed
Lose begets death as life bleeds
Why is it that so many young die
Behind shutter gates the elders survive
Deciding fate for profits sake
The more war the more money to make
Kingdoms rise and kingdoms fall
But the same people always rule us all
Did Joshua kill all evil as God command
Or did he allow some to live and bring down man
The world drowning in sin
So it begin so it ends
"Time Is…”
Time is the generous giver,
Which got me to thinking of the sea,
Through cosmic ebb and constraining flow,
I grabbed the knob and opened the door,
Opened the door to the remissive sonorous past,
Waves of effervescent ocean foam lapped at my knees,
My ten toes searched futilely-
The well-springs of ten thousand silent creatures;
Harboring my thoughts,
I laid out my strategy to proceed further,
Swim I must,
Through the rushing ripples
Of forgotten past days,
The abject poverty of loss,
A deterrent as it is, will not overcome,
Not overcome the close of stormy day;
The wind knows its dire destinations,
The frequency waves, soul searching,
Through black holes of lengthy duration,
Sought out my silent searching soul, sifting…
Sifting; future man bows his head.
In gratitude the salty waters washed,
Upon the shore, crusting, icing,
The delicate skin through time,
Through cosmic ebb, and constraining flow,
There, under the stars I waded,
Fell to my knees, like a stone,
As the grains of sand,
Swaddled my outline.
Everyone is with someone else they can't stay apart,
and this sadness shouldn't be mine today or ever...
because His birth makes light much brighter
in this lonely soul searching for comfort,
and that's why I'm loudly singing for Jesus: my Redeemer!
What I feel comes from a heart that desperately
desires its tears to erase what has been its yesterday,
and loudly singing for Jesus: my Redeemer does me good;
praising His coming and proclaiming Him my Lord!
Nobody more than I...has the urge to be consoled,
when arms don't open to welcome me inside;
and His mighty arms, although trembling and small,
open up in loving gesture to greet my call!
Come Jesus, friend of gentle hearts and kind souls,
spend Your day telling me what is in store for me;
how Heaven echoes of the angelic, eternal voices...
unlikely the earth that waits for a Savior to end its misery!
Without instrument, music sheets, or choir on a snowy day:
I'm loudly singing for Jesus...my Redeemer in the simplest way,
and my gladness is expressed in every verse of my song;
oh, how I'd like to thrill baby Jesus with the words I sing!
I'm loudly singing for Jesus...my Redeemer,
as I shiver under the cold sky of December!
The room was alive with colour, dancing rainbows swirling under the glowing golden chandelier.
Laughter filled the air, no one noticed the young girl tending to a single tear.
The warmth of the room was not felt upon her pale skin, she felt only the harsh frost of her fathers love.
The white ivory keys from the piano played, with each striking note she once again felt her fathers riding glove.
Whilst lost in her thoughts, soul searching upon an empty river bed that dried up seasons ago.
Her fiancé walks over to her and reaches out his hand, an offer to dance was all he could do to ease this young girls woe.
He was not a bad man as his bank glowed with gold, his heart was warm and kind much like that of her late mother.
Alas for these kind qualities could not change the fact, her heart had fallen for another.
They twirled and danced, clapped and smiled her ears were filled with music and laughter.
But beneath it all was pain and confusion, her mind was filled with the spiteful words of her father.
Earlier that day he had tried to beat sense into her, she was to marry a decent man and that was final.
With a loving blow only a father could give, he believed that her desires of sharing a bed with another woman was alterable.
They both knew that his attempts were in vain, she had been like this for years and nothing would change.
Her father had always despised her, the daughter he believed to be strange.
No one would know that tonight's dance would be her last, that her life would be cut short upon the morrow.
Her death much like her mother, suicide or murder one would never know.
But until that moment comes her father stands silent and alone, holding a crimson glass of his favourite Bordeaux.
In the corner of the ballroom he watches her with a stern look, his face cast in shadow by the golden chandeliers glow.
My soul cries out
For freedom lost, for songs silenced by doubt
In the shadows of man's fair wisdom's grip
My voice fades, unable to let it rip
I have no freedom!
My words wither and dreams grow tense
In cloistered moments, lips parched and dry
Longing for release, a desperate cry
I call upon God, to cleanse the pain within
I pray in the darkness, hoping to begin
A new chapter, a fresh start, to cut the knot
But still, freedom remains a distant spot
I tried purifying my eyes with relic poems of old
Stretching the soul, searching for the untold
Yet finding nothing of the little boy I once known
Lost in a world where truth is overthrown
Singing soullessly, a song of despair
Trying to beat back the pain, to repair
But hope dries up, like tribal drums long gone
Leaving me to mourn, to carry on
I have no freedom! The words echo loud
In an empty shroud
Yearning for release, for a chance to be
Free from the chains of man's fair decree
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