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JUST HERE JUST NOW JUST THEN
Just here, Just now, Just then
Came a pandemic called Covid 19
For hearts in sorrow for loss and separation
World panic and vicious desperation
Never thought there’d be a time I would lose you,
A time such as now, don’t know what to do.
This is not how I imagined life would be...
The thought of you right here, along beside me.
I never thought that suddenly you would be a memory.
As I now look at all the places you used to be,
If time were kind enough to me that I could borrow,
This is what I‘d ask for you, another tomorrow.
Just here, just now, just then,
Right here, right now, again,
You with me, holding you, holding me,
The way we were supposed to be,
Let my heart beat again, my eyes behold again,
Just now, just here, just then.
Never thought a day would be,
you are departed, so suddenly.
This is not how the book I dared write was to read,
The happy ending that belonged to us I believed,
From the very moment we began,
we would never have an end.
I would never have allowed it, could never see,
The day closing upon where you would normally be,
If time were kind enough I would have my way,
To just hold you one more day.
Just now, Just here, Just then,
Right here, right now, again,
If I could hold you holding me,
The way we were and used to be,
Let my heart beat again somehow,
The way it did then, again right now,
Just a little more time to spend,
Just now, just here, just then.
What happens?
When there are no more feelings….
When you have no desire to speak….
When you have no desire to love….
What feeling do you call this?
What can you do or say,
When your heart is a complete mess….
And the only thing you feel inside….
Is helpless hopelessness?
You’re supposed to be the best there is….
The be all end all,
But you spend more time moping,
Complaining about the many times you’d fall.
You’re suffering….
From helpless hopelessness….
The pain and the stress,
You carry like the clothes on your back,
And every day you wake up,
You feel like you’re life is under attack.
You don’t feel anger,
You don’t even feel remorse….
You can’t think straight,
You’re torn up inside, of course.
So you walk down the street,
With a hoodie on your head,
With a look of disillusionment,
As if you want the entire world dead.
What are tears?
Nothing but drops of water falling down your face…
What are memories?
These stupid things in your head,
You do everything to erase.
And what is this feeling of disbelief?
A life filled with grief?
And trying hard not to explode….
You’re in shut down mode….
Your thoughts and emotions are a mess….
You’re clearly suffering….
From helpless hopelessness.
You’ve cried and cried,
You’ve prayed and prayed,
You walked out the door, just to come back,
Now you’re wishing you hadn’t stayed.
You live life now as you have no voice….
No soul,
No choice…
No control….
You feel nothing….
You’ve just passing through….
You’re fighting against yourself….
So what do you do?
You push everything and everyone away….
Never again will you say,
I love you….
Those words are of nothing to you now….
You’re suffering inside….
And the feeling is not stress….
It’s helpless hopelessness.
Dog and the mule came to the outer space challenge without a clue.
Calico Cat arrived fully prepared, knowing exactly what to do.
The dog and the mule resented her at first, for she was so smart.
But she knew how to speak in a gentle way; it was a great start.
She also shared, and she taught them how to survive on their wits.
They began listening to Calico Cat, and they stopped their little fits.
She had empathy, and she was kind, a great listener too.
They began seeking her out, liking her ability to know what to do.
How did you get wise? Dog and mule asked that cagey generous cat.
I started out on my first outer space challenge with a very wise rat.
He showed me what to bring, gave me tips every inch along the way.
We were fast friends, not enemies, by the end of the very first day.
I still value him, the Calico Cat told us. We see each other in the alley.
We pretend we don’t, but sometimes we wink. His name is Rat Rally.
Not supposed to be friends, but we are. I save his life every day!
Moral of this story: Give everyone a chance, and listen to other’s wise ways
Leaving feels like losing you and leaving feels like lonely,
The closest thing to calm I have are nights when you're there to hold me.
Contact feels like grounding, your embrace feels like Safety.
God knows I haven't felt enough of that lately.
Leaving feels like cords severed.
Heart string and a hollow pit in my stomach,
The ache to be near you and wish that I wasn't.
So f'd up, so f'ing insane.
Every time you leave it leave imprints on my brain.
Co-dependent personality.
Thats my diagnosis,
Do you know what that means?
It means when I'm alone I feel hopeless.
I can't help that the pressure drops me to my knees.
I can't stop the intrusive thoughts that make it hard to breathe.
I'm sorry that my first solution is always su!c!de.
Because this is not a world I ever wanted to reside.
I take the meds that are supposed to fix this chemical imbalance,
Every memory I have is a trauma response and I'm aware its f'ing tragic.
I never learned how to cope with the truth,
Or how everytime I offer my body I feel used.
I am held together by this blanket of scars.
Begging someone to see them for what they are.
My ribs. My thighs. My wrist. My eyes.
Do you know how hard it is to lie?
I'm not alright.
I'll promise you forever but I want to leave today.
I want to leave right now.
I dont want to feel this way.
Because the closest thing to peace I had was with a razor to my wrist.
Enough alcohol to drown the screaming past my chapped lips.
I dont mean to dwell but did that feel nice,
It was probably the pills cause I dont know what else went down that night.
I just know that it felt warm and I felt safe knowing I'd never wake up.
Never feel that heart ache of being told to "get back up"
I know being su!c!dal is not helping my case.
But your honor, if I'm honest.
I f'ing hate this place.
I repeat cycles and hurt everyone who's close.
I push the only people who care about me away, This is not a life I would have chose.
I get it.
I promise that I do.
But when I tell you that its me.
Please don't ever think its you.
Happy New Year Seventeen
By Franklin Price
1/1/2017
Happy New Year seventeen. Sixteen has reached its end.
It's over and it's done with, there's nothing to append.
Seventeen's upon us, sixteen was somewhat grim.
We must stop treading water and begin again to swim.
There's lots of blame to go around, for what is in the past.
What say we work together, to get something done at last.
We're supposed to be self governing, not ruled by royalty.
Let us start in seventeen, to make it how it ought to be.
Participate in politics, interject what you believe.
Keep the politicians honest; the ones who practice to deceive.
The president elect, wants to make us great again,
To fight him, not assist him, would be a governmental sin.
Make all the red lights turn to green; with a caution here and there.
Throw the flag, and call a penalty, when the playing is not fair.
Help make this year the best we've seen, in this (new?) century.
We the people, with God's help, can make it how it ought to be,.
Make this year the best you can for yourself and family.
Try to work with others to make us who we ought to be.
Forget about the parties, whose agendas are not right.
Help to bring us from the dark and out into the light
May you personally be happy and healthy in your life
Have the necessary means to minimize your strife,
A safe place for your family, necessities you need,
But not so much, you're overcome, by unnecessary greed.
I hope he makes you feel at home
hope it’s sweet when he’s singing you songs
I’m sorry I choked chewing on
my own tongue for too long
You’ve moved out
and moved on
Making vacancy space inside my arms
but there’s something I’m still clung on
Vagabond who can’t wander on
or let go of that glimmer of home
I wasn’t living in love
but I was somewhere so close
Does he listen when you’re silent?
Does he watch you as you sleep?
Is it everything we were supposed to have?
I can’t help but feel like the trick’s on me
You said
he makes you feel
like magic.
and I transcended, disappearing from the picture
as I imagined your passion
watched
my love story
col lapse
in
to
trag
edy
in a second
and a half.
Americans are Americans, period.
No matter color, sex and for heavens, sake!
Not ....Their "party affiliation,"
On which some are insanely fixated.
We were born au natural.
We were not born as a member of political party.
That's a choice you make way later.
But some think they must be of the same political
lineage as their pater.( father)
I bring all this up as today is Memorial Day.
Millions died to keep America free.
Guess what?
All colors, ages, political parties under the
earth now lay,
Who gave their lives for you in foreign lands!
We are supposed to honor the dead today.
So today, only one channel with backbone
Carried the ceremonies to honor them.
The other two, busy trying like insane bees,
To destroy the current Presidency!
These same two channels that lauded criminal
Michael Avenatti for the next President.
(Had him on over 200 times!)
But neither showed few if any of the ceremonies
at Arlington Cemetery?
Get a clue! That tells you something!
Are they really that dense? Do they think the dead
in wars did not include Democrats?
They will have criminals on and America haters,
disgusting race- baiters, and all manner of
impeachment go-getters.
But can't honor fallen heroes? Not a chance!
The true heroes, go ignored by two major networks.
Meanwhile, the dead sleep under grass and flags.
I am glad they cannot see, how un-American, we
Americans have become.
Destroying the Constitution, killing babies and worse.
Forbidding-saluting our flag and hiding statues of
American heroes.
And banning cauliflower~as its is too "colonial?"
Today, we stuff ourselves with processed foods
Growing bodies like balloons.
Walking barefoot on lovely poisoned grass,
All too perfect!
Poisoned food in our faces, while we sneer in
hatred at this great nation.
It's so terribly tragic.
The political blindness, the sheer ignorance here.
Causes me to pray to stop this endless vexation.
Before we become a Communist nation.
5/27/2019
5:45pm PST
Since that morning, and this morning, and every day and night that may have passed, I have tried but pitifully failed to keep myself from crying uncontrollably every day. I find myself having to adjust a little more to the fact that you are gone and you were gone before even being given the chance to make a mark on this world & show everyone what you would have grown to be capable of. I know this is a part of life but it is not supposed to be a part of life that so frequently people see, because it just overwhelms us with profound grief, destroying our lives, but sometimes we just pretend that we are fine again today as much as the day before.
Today I miss you
I sit in the living room
To see your photos
One who seats in a soft turning
Sofa lessened with the pride
of hopping and relaxed foams.
Turning the leaves of booklets,
Caressing the depth of hidden
figures.
He takes up the crying object,
Filled it tears on the seductive
pages of the leaflet.
Then after the leaflet is soaked.
He's gone with '7.5 billion naira'.
And.....
One who's been famished.
Striving to meet the standards
of the toads. Lurking under the
shelter of penury,given as a
token to abject poverty.
Being drowned in ocean of
indecision. He measures the path
of the market to get his worm
pleased by claiming what's not
out to be claimed.
Then he was caught: Anxious tyre,
Mensurated petrol,Elating matches
dazes and escorted him to the realm.
Who is supposed to die?
The former or the latter?
Who is the thief?
17:01:09:18:30
Its a long while since I've been
Wearing a very happy grin
I can not even believe
You would ever really leave
We were going to grow old
Together we would always hold
One another many years
Without sorrow or sad tears
Sweet times were supposed to be
Part of our whole destiny
No unhappiness for us
We'd never argue fight or fuss
Living without fear or pain
Every day we would begin
The same way with no regret
We would never have to fret
Anything would bring us loss
We would never turn and toss
At night snuggled in our bed
Sweet dreams running in our head
But those dreams have brought me fear
I'm now living a nightmare
Since the day blood tests showed
All our dreams of turning old
together is now no more
My hearts shattered on the floor
Into pieces I can't mend
Ever since heaven has sent
Angels down to take you home
Leaving me hurt and alone
The doctors couldn't find a cure
To save my love so sweet and pure
Now your in a better place
No more pain shown on your face
All I can do now is look
Up to the sky hoping to book
A ride soon to see my love
Who is waiting up above