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Christmas and birthdays have now past.
The hustle and bustle is now done
The pain in my heart still does outlast,
Even though another year has begun.
Another year for me to grieve,
Another year for me to get through.
No longer the mom that is so naïve,
Yet my dreams I still pursue.
There are times I just feel
That I am going through the motions.
Nothing I do seems real,
Yet tears shed can fill all the oceans.
One day down and now there is tomorrow
For it is a day to really dread
As I am still so full of sorrow
And now I am the walking dead.
Yet, as dead as I am
I can still move on
Knowing I am no mild lamb,
Yet my children are still gone.
Maybe tomorrow something will change
Maybe, just maybe, I can smile more
And not seem ever so strange
Nor, hopefully, others I no longer bore.
I know I am a contradiction
Wanting more and grasping straws
Yet always speaking with conviction
Even though I am still so very raw.
Tomorrow is an entirely new day
Yesterday is now long gone
I shall continue to daily pray
While trying not to be withdrawn.
Yet, I am who I am
This agony I will try to shed
As tomorrow comes like a ram
I pray I am no longer the walking dead.
In essence the unconscious mind,
Reveals all knowledge for mankind.
To pursue dreams, each vision brings,
Then soar above the earth on wings.
We navigate uncharted shores,
In oceans deep, mankind explores.
Now Astronauts walk on the moon,
And vaccines keep us all immune.
While seeking methods,to ensure,
Research disease to find a cure.
Now if we want to travel far,
There's railways, aeroplanes, or car.
Some might say, it's so much finer
Cruising on an ocean liner.
Or any time we are alone,
Our friends can call by mobile phone.
And television let's us share,
Events worldwide, in our armchair.
We speak with words for to converse,
But language sometimes can be terse.
In truth some minds are always blind,
With grandeur of a certain kind.
As mankind shows his cruel face,
Destroying life, to his disgrace.
By wars that escalate unchecked,
Whilst innocents, their lives are wrecked.
For Peacemakers, they clutch at straws,
To find someway to end those wars.
Their supreme efforts are in vain,
No changing minds of those insane
It seems that only peace can be,
In virtual reality.
4/22/2016.
For the Innate Magnetism poetry contest.
Sponsor. Unseeking Seeker.
Date of contest end.
Friday November 11th 2022.
Armistice Day of Remembrance.
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where do I set my bags
I believe I am dizzy from all this jet lag
passed through gas like smoke coming out of a train
I need a chair to sit down I may go insane
pass out from all the exposure of this transition
crossing the Pacific Ocean misting
clouds puffing around mountains
back up I am dizzy again did I see a clown and
a man hula hooping across a farm
no let me get together I am too paranoid
from all this sea motion
I am experiencing dysfunctional balances
bar tending soaking
Will a Mai Tai help?
is that all you are drinking
well I may as well and enjoy myself
because when take off after this vacation
I will have nothing left
especially to complain about
here we come beach side surfing zip lining
flies in my mouth
I am ready for this week
i am socially satisfied it is time to eat
pineapples coconuts with straws
while I run under a palm tree with sticky leaves
Hawaii I have come to thee
to enjoy and raise much noise
I left the kids an I am all yous
Chorus
Never give up or
Put yourself down
Never hate this
Tis just for loves
Never wake up be a dreamer
Till your dream your life
Verse 1
Don’t pinch me
this dream
This cars
this house just for me
am joseph better coat
finer things stain my soul
j s on designer sole
made for the shine like a mirror
about the money like a banker
straws to all my haters
so y all can suck it
money talks
cheddah in my hands
Im holding conversation
So good a dirty mind
You cant brain wash
Your god deleted you
now you are not saved
Believe in you then
Get money till they say amen
Dad says its never too late till you dead
I cant ever be the late
So I
Work and work and work
And I
Chorus
Verse 2
Don’t pinch me
This moment
This feeling
This crown
Just for me
Am martin luther
Better style
Am no hoe land
Even with a dyke
You wont stop my flow
Always do it for you
or you get a crown of thorns
They will stab you in the back
if you save em all
like the joker keep smilling
please my heart keep beating
where is my throne
needs titling
lost my mind
quit looking
if its love keep falling
always keep time
like your life
don’t waste it
find yourself or you lose your chance for greatness
it’s a marathon till you run the world
so run and run and run
and please
chorus
bridge
everyone goes to sleep
but all don’t dream
you are special
may your work make men and angels cry
when it gets so hard like constipation
when the suns up high and its all trepidation
looking for salvation
and all is damnation
sleep honey
dream darling
and please honey
chorus *2
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In the chambers dying salted wounds slowly weep
looking through the keyhole beholding darkness
touching cold chilling bites teeth
snarling growls within ache an animal of pain
Fingers of ice slither over one's soul
shivering the timbers feeling worthless
grabbing out gasping for light
clutching aimlessly at straws
A godless affliction inside
empty suffering cries wishing upon a star
believing on beauty on a cold dark night
growling murmurs within oneself
whispering in voices carried on the wind
Finding comfort in sadness
a fragile presence exists in an empty vessel
moonlight the host where shadows hover
clouding judgement hides the light of the sky
smiling through clouds haunted visions
creep inside shadows fears are realized
Distorted images dead mirror images
a chilling sacrifice of blood
gripping at the heart of beauty cries
a ghost suffering reaches out
strangely guarded in nightly whispers
clothed in grey rising out of the night
A reaper's knuckle echoes heavy
on chamber's door of mansion or mausoleum
knocking down the entrance to heaven and hell
a heart attacked fever rising chills subsiding
back and forth visions delirious
Running from a nightmare to capture a dream
holding hope in fingers of the imprisoned soul
once washed away in despair's tears
a stain of belief lingered
carried along on wings of the wind
Hidden in shadows waiting to whisper
painful voices masking truth cloaking beauty
hollow thoughts burn and scar
healing as time itself passes away
peaceful slumber now overtakes inner nightmares
Under lasting moonlight the stars keep promises
wishes granted as dreams come alive
dark clouds parting the pathway home
heaven's winds sail the vessel
rising upon crystal waves of white
fleeing the chains to freedom
turning silver key opening eternity's glow
clear light beautifully blinding
Written by: Liam McDaid & Kelly Deschler
Rip me to pieces and toss me aside,
I will wear my bruises proudly
never will I hide
Let the world judge even though it is not their place
I have myself a small comfort
No choice left, I must finish this race
The journey is important
but the mode of transport must change
For these things I cannot swallow
Or I might find myself deranged,
A sea of tears flow freely,
I could almost drown,
Stifling my sorrow
Not a sob, not a sound,
As the witching hour approaches
It shrouds me in the stillness of the night,
I stumble about in this tunnel
seeking the guiding light,
In the distance I see a glimmer ahead,
That will restore an abundance of life
To what was once dead.
Hope is not the ability to grasp at mere straws,
It is the possibility that something better
lies behind closed doors.
How do you keep it together when it's not together?
When pieces of the puzzle are scattered about like shards of dust?
How do you keep moving when everything is standing still?
Still like a statue which knows not that time passes by?
How do you keep praying when there is deafening silence?
Silence that cuts deep like a vengeful knife thrown by a brute foe?
Hoping when hope deferred makes the heart sick?
A sick heart is heavy to carry like stones of heavy burden
How do you breathe under the deep dark waters of circumstances?
Hold your breath and hold on to straws, the futility of despair
How do you rejoice when saddened by reality?
Count it all joy when joy is lost?
Hold on when you are slipping away?
Away like sands in an hour glass.
Walk in the light when the night is dark and full of terrors?
Smile when the smile is swallowed in a frown?
Dance when the music is gone and turned into a din of confusion?
How do you answer the questions when answers are elusive?
How do you stop asking the questions
When the questions are demanding an answer?
I do not know what to do
But my eyes are on you Lord
He is able to save from the fire
But even if he doesn't
My hope will forever cling to him
Questions burn like a furnace
But in the inferno
Jesus stands with me
And all I need to know
Is that he is here with me
And because he is who he says he is
All things will work together for good
The cosmos and the trip to the outer limits was within her grasp.
She was fearless, assuring her relatives it was no big deal.
Of course it was, and she was super thrilled to have been chosen.
They hugged her good-bye as if they would never see her again.
I am just going to Planet X34C she said, laughing at their morbidity.
Upon arrival, the astronauts drew straws to see who would exit first.
Would they disintegrate upon contact? Would it be safe?
No human had been on Planet X34C yet. She won the draw.
Her comrades gave her light punches on the back and shoulder.
Good luck! They said. She smiled, thinking of her family.
Being the first one out of the chute, so to speak, she was obligated.
To report back, to reassure them, to explain the climate and dangers.
Being clairsentient, her precognitive abilities soared in the cosmos.
She was one with the God-mind here; they were close to heaven.
In awe, she gave praise and thanks. Loving this nurturing of her soul.
Some very good friends sat around in their basement
I think we've all been here before
The room of course was smokey and wasted
The four buddies were bored right out of their gourds
They all thought they should do something special
So they decided to build a rocket ship
Throwing a bunch of old plywood together
They then sat around, smoked some more, and planed their spacey trip
Jody spoke up first and said let's go to the moon
But they'd heard that had already been done
That's when he came up with the brightest idea
I know what! We'll go to the sun!
Go to the sun?! We may be high but we're not crazy!!
They replied, this ships made out of wood
That's when Jody explained his brilliant idea
Nodding like Bobble Head dolls they all understood
As Jody dug deeper into his intricate plan
All the guys seemed to like it a lot
They would go when it's dark in the middle of night
When the suns put out and it isn't so hot
Since Jody's the genius, they put him in charge
He seems to have a grasp on what's left of his brain
There were four of them but only room for two
They drew straws 'cause they were having difficulty remembering their names
The straws turned out to be the same length
Cutting them, somebody forgot
So they picked Jody as their Captain Kirk
And Jason as his sidekick Spock
Out in left field, the excitement was contagious
Jody yelled, 'To infinity and Beyond'
They knew that quote came from some famous movie
But had a memory lapse so they gave him more Bobble Head nods
At that point they realized they had no engine
Being impaired, not a one of them cared
They all went back down into the basement
And took another kind of trip without going anywhere
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A Step
Into the seas
hope and fear
curiosity steer
explore is -
Man’s Nature
A recall A return. call
Inevitable. connect. Invite
Exploration. Seeks. explorer
Waiting in the breath A Surge
To ride the crest. To Penetrate
Soak in it all of the. magic
Turn of the boy. Awaits
To dive in explore to ride
To Paddle SteerTo Be A Man
No Dolls for Real Boys Yay
now Coursing the unknown. Me
I Know not What on earth is…Fear
Here Cling not to Straws
Real No fables Follies
Teach me Deter
Explore Chart
As I Waddle
. crash The Waves
For My Very First Surf
………. This is an attempted visual poem
…In words drawn. An ode to a picture
…Of A young boy with His Surfboard
…Stepping into Ocean For His First Surf