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Self Therapy

How could you possibly smile
When everything came crashing down around you
And to forgive someone who would try 
To tear apart your family?

Why…
Why is it that every time I need to be saved
It’s always you who ends up being saved?
Where’s my salvation?

Every time I play myself as the tragic hero
Some terrible circumstance awakens me
It awakens me as this world of waste 
Comes crumbling down

And how can you possibly smile today
When you know,
When you know that you could be next
In this garbage disposal we call death?

You know it has me paralyzed
And you laugh
And you shrug it off when I share my fear
And make me feel like I’m just an innocent fool

So tell me…
So tell me why you smile 
Why you smile when everything’s black?
When everything reveals itself?

All the coldness of your beauty
That you stand before as some perfect statue
A statue is all that you can be 
When you don’t fear what is natural to fear

Your shoulder-length blonde hair
Your perfect figure
Skin just like marble that would knock everyone’s jaws loose
If they could only see you as I do

You drive me to reinvent myself
I’m not the same person
I’m not the same person I was before
A completely different entity inside of my old body

And if I keep changing
I won’t be the same one you once knew
And what then?
What then?
Will you leave me alone?
Will you abandon me inside a shell I don’t know?

And you know
I do love you!
I do love you
And all the exploits you would seek to explore

Forcing me to change
Inside of a shell I can’t know
Is it really you who’s forcing?
Is it really me who’s changing?

Am I really dead now?
Am I really dead now?
© Derek Chos  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member A Sermon

Is God good, and all loving – Yes!
Did God create a world, where, in
order to survive, the lion must 
tear apart the lamb – or, subject
to the weather, a child, by a tornado
is torn from his mother's arms, lifted
away never to be seen again – Think!
We are co-creators. What do you want
for your children? Do you want them
to be as good as you? To have as much 
as you? Of course not! You want them to 
be better, and have far more abundance. 
                         There will be no
paradise for us in heaven, until we 
make of this earth an eternal, blessed
kingdom – Free Will has far less to 
do with making choices...and far more 
to do, with the power to will into creation, 
both good and evil – may we choose together
wisely. For we are one in the Body of God.
Form: Prose

White Enough

Through broken cries, we extend our tired arms to the tap, 
Dirty, filthy palms, 
As per request, we wipe them clean, 
And wash again, 
As if perhaps, by some chance, 
It will make us white enough, 
Clean of the heritage that paints the faces we once loved, 
But as they tear apart the family tree, 
Masked men on the streets, 
We wish to know only peace, 
A life we dreamed, 
Screaming to be clean, 
And the water runs over our hands,
Dirty, filthy palms, 
As if rubbing them raw will remove the extra melanin, 
Because we are not white enough, 
Never white enough, 
Not to be safe from being profiled on the way home from work, 
Or school, 
Or preschool, 
Or daycare,
Where men who play God stop us and ask, 
Where are you from, 
What is your name,
Can’t you wash that  off of your hands, 
But sir, 
This is my skin, 
My body, 
My sin, 
And it no use to try to reason,
Because he is throwing us into an unmarked SUV, 
Where I can do nothing but scream, 
Scream and beg, 
Beg to be seen, 
Beg to be free, 
But there is no such thing as freedom,
Or justice, 
Or equality, 
So God help me, if I don’t keep on scrubbing, 
Cleaning my, 
Dirty, filthy ing hands, 
Because there is a chance, 
That maybe it’ll make me white enough, 
At least to walk past him on the street without so much as a passing glance, 
And I’ll die on that hill, 
Because this is all I have, 
So I’ll clean them good, 
I’ll clean them real good, 
With bleach, and steel wool wires,
And I’ll try, 
And try, 
And try, 
Ser lo suficientemente blanca, 
To finally, 
Finally,
Be white enough.

Word Assurance

Word in words logically scraping speech
Word of words unlock hardened heart as priest preach
Word by word's exposition gain ground as sounds beseech
Word for word's daring compliment duly change to teach

Divided in divisions attentively awaiting wide open gate
Divide to divide confusion aiming to get hearts bait
Divide by dividing queries lured into an unending debate
Divide for divisions to be silent and no longer dictate

Born to burn boredom caressing darkness
Born to burn darkness' borne without prior awareness
Born of birth beyond scientific's cleverness
Born new birth- a magic yet amazing craziness

Light in fireworks beeping loosely creativity
Light lighting calm minds out of captivity
Light enlighten strangers' feet cum selectivity
Light lightening end afar when gold kisses negativity

Cool in cooler calming hotness foaming to burn tongues
Cool by cooler good at its usage correcting wrongs
Cool to cooling feet climbing life's ladder on open rungs
Cool for cool voices singing solemnly new hope songs

Freeze in frozen minds embracing caution to trap temptations
Freeze by free birds not returning for mothers' invitations
Freeze up freeman growing wings beyond limitations
Freeze out free Israelites wandering around manipulations

Hear tell ears of peace to pieces arrogance and ego
Hear from air blowing hot and cold to choose where to go
Hear about seer ranting of rest to all workers by will sow
Hear of spear piercing others cum eon's toast fondling woe

Tear apart tears inner eyes soaked in burning delight
Tear pairing code leading grace prospects into fright
Tear cheers growing solid cheeks hurting plight
Tear wears inviting comfort to blind eyes seeing flight

Full of fools open to wide gate of sulphur's flame burning spring
Full of rules that guides legs against commands of the mighty King
Full of truth to energize night of unknown songs morning sing
Full of tools rectifying faulty connections disobedience bring

Sent to sentence saint into everlasting  cell never dreamed
Sent to sentence joy overflow through grace highly esteemed
Sent to sense need for change to shame end as deemed
Sent to see how blissful saints live having been redeemed
Form: Rhyme

Beautiful Rainbow

 I remember how you have made me feel — a destiny of a labyrinth
You are an orchestra of auras in my mind
I disremember all the trauma and envy you made me deal with
Set me free with your adoration oh so kind

You are my beautiful rainbow
In the aqua-blue sky, I know
You’ll be with me forevermore
You’re so lovely as you soar

You’re so lovely as you shine on and on and on evermore
You’re so lovely as you pour
Forth happiness from desirous sky to fretful floor…
You are like a dolphin ashore
You’re a beautiful rainbow as I very much know
As I very much show
As you very much glow
As you very much flow
Bestow upon us blessings everglow

I want to remind you how I long for you — a faithful grace growing
You are an orchard of outlandish colors
I need to unwind for a time, but you, out of the blue, keep on bestowing
Upon me sadness galore, but someday…someday…
We will grow and glow like flowers
Blow away the wasted hours
Show me His wondrous powers

You are my beautiful rainbow
In the aqua-blue sky, I know
You’ll be with me forevermore
You’re so lovely as you soar

You’re so lovely as you shine on and on and on evermore
You’re so lovely as you pour
Forth happiness from desirous sky to fretful floor…
You are like a dolphin ashore
You’re a beautiful rainbow as I very much know
As I very much show
As you very much glow
As you very much flow
Bestow upon us blessings everglow

Someday, I will remember us together
Till then, we are much like the weather
We are separated by the winds of time
We were like the waters, washing away our doubts and grime
We will grow as far as it goes like flowers
We will glow like the sweet sunshine hours
Get a grip and stop giving me lip
RIP away our negativity and repair our friendship…
We tear apart like the titanic ship
Take a dip into the dark shadows and be my beautiful rainbow on this road-trip 
A destiny of a road-trip…
A lenient labyrinth of a fearless, peaceable Kingdom, 
So kissing good riddance to a corrupted world of lustful scum
Form: Lyric


Not Good Enough

Abstract ideas flitter about in my brain
like butterflies navigating a stiff August breeze.

I try unifying them into something,
a patchwork quilt of grandiose dreams
showcasing profound thoughts
that I feel are worthy of sharing
with strangers and sycophants,
maniacs and mentally sound,
downtrodden and dignitaries,
paupers and princesses
in hopes of making a lasting impression
that will forever change their lives.

But before unveiling my work to the world,
I scrutinize the stitching,
then question the pattern.

Thinking that it’s not good enough,
that it requires additional refinement,
I tear apart the completed piece.

Quickly I discover that it can’t be resewn,
reassembled
or recreated.

What was once coherent,
vibrant,
profound,
now lies in ruin.

These scraps of doubt then entomb me.

Unable to manipulate the fabric,
I remain immobilized
by a misguided attempt
to cover my perceived imperfections
and bury my profound neurosis
so my frail ego
will be shielded from nonexistent ridicule.

Premium Member I'M a Demon Slayer

I'm a demon slayer
I cut to another layer
You know they have no prayer
I'm no delayer

Come lookin for me
Should let me be
I'll never be free
I will tear apart thee

Oh what a tangled web we weave
I'm not here to deceive
Don't care if you believe
From your pain, I will relieve

I'm JAY MOORE
In hell they roar!
We'll take no more
I'll be there, after and before

So then I go to HELL
This story I will tell
My soul did I sell
I went there, and" oh well"

"Come get it"
Into the fire pit
So hot, it was lit!
I do not quit!

What do I have to lose?
To late to choose
Can't worry bout no bruise
I WILL ABUSE!

Try me! Test me!
You will see
Unfavorably
Oh, you came for your fee

Sure I'll pay
All I can say
Just not today
Best get on your way

I'm like no other
Get away brother
I'm a mean mother
Sumpinornother

Didn't believe me
So I let them see
Trying to be free
To me, I have the key

Have you heard a demon scream
I'm not talkin a dream
This was livestream
I need no team

FAITH! that's your friend
That GOD did send
Your beliefs he did try to bend
Thank you , send!
© Jay Moore  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Quatrain

Your Foresty River Eyes

I guess I figured you’d be merciful to me
You and your foresty eyes are made beautifully
I guess I had an infatuation towards you
And your lovely, foresty eyes that twinkle anew

Like stars, you shine
Wish you were mine
Sometimes, I’m sick of trying
At times, I catch myself lying

Lying to myself once more
Your foresty river eyes — they soar
I adore you for the times we’ve spent
There’s love in store for us all in this tent
In this tent of happiness and cheer
In this tent of joyousness and no fear
Lying to myself once more
Your foresty river eyes — I adore…

I suppose I’m the one to blame for our sentimental rhymes
You and your foresty river eyes have fallen away time after time
Into the ocean of a thousand lies…I thought about times
We spent in the autumn time after doing some summer haze crime

Like the sun, you shine
Wish you were truly mine
Sometimes, I’m sick of sighing
At times, I catch myself dying
A little inside as the tide of life
Sucks me into its shameful strife
Wish you were truly mine
Like the sunshine, sunshine

Lying to myself once more
Your foresty river eyes — they soar
I adore you for the times we’ve spent
There’s love in store for us all in this tent
In this tent of happiness and cheer
In this tent of joyousness and no fear
Lying to myself once more
Your foresty river eyes — I adore…

Lying to myself once more
Your foresty river eyes — they soar
I adore you for the times we’ve spent
There’s love in store for us all in this tent
In this tent of happiness and cheer
In this tent of joyousness and no fear
Lying to myself once more
Your foresty river eyes — I adore…

I let it collapse — my rose pedals from my heart
Best to keep it water under the bridge as I tear apart

I guess I figured you’d be merciful to me
You and your foresty eyes are made beautifully
I adore them wholeheartedly to the core
Now, let’s watch my wings as they soar
Form: Lyric

Premium Member Smiling Monster

SMILING MONSTER

The earth shakes; rivers are drying, air whispering tears;
Trees are afraid of standing outside, as warplanes hovering.   
Dead bodies  of humans  has become sand everywhere,
You kill them; you adopt their children; you advertised innocent children on medias 
Calling for money donations, children are crying; women are in sorrow. 
Little children are crying; stop using us to beg for donations, 
you made us homeless and parentless 
What a world of monsters! Caused by greed. 

Little children cries on the streets and camps seized  sleep out of my eyes,
Going to my comfort bed has become sorrowful, 
when I see  millions without bed to sleep on, no food to eat
 but feeding  on flies has become daily diets.
You tear apart our lives; when we didn’t prepared for it.
You are happy; using  us to beg for donation and aid; 
to show charity and love, which you can’t offer.
Our swelling stomachs, faces, and legs are malnutrition inflicted on us by you
Monsters! Monsters!! Monsters!!! Is what you are.

Little children are crying,  crying, crying…..; wanting their voice to be heard.
You stand in front of your co-taskmasters and those alive but not living; 
Promising comforts and cares; Which you offered  in disguise.
When wars and killings  you planned have not stop, 
missiles are  dropping at our backyards.
Lies hovered on your lips each time you promise peace.
In fears, and  in uncertainty, we sleep on dried leaves openly as animals;
Yes! Animals. Your bombing smoked us out of homes into camps
Where you capture us for second slavery.

Which death will I prefer?
Death of chemical weapons, or death of fearful bullets;
Or death of starvation, or death of homelessness or death of joblessness?
I am afraid of the death of slavery imposed on me.
Oh God come and fight for weaponless souls, 
Send your arms of justices quickly, else your beautiful earth will be void
Of your image.    
-By Pastor Omojevwe Emmanuel

Premium Member Fear of Fear

The transience of life, the certainty of death,
the value of possessions, the thought of their loss,
love of a relationship, weakness they encompass,
many pleasures of celebrations, grief of defeat,
ebbing currents of emotions in the sea of life,
afloat on a raft held by thin string of hope,
primal fears of survival from cave days passed on,
fear of lightening, or a raging storm to capsize,
the darkness, the spider and apparitions from past,
long walk through jungle, ears pricked for danger,
quest to quell hunger, suspicion of being stalked!
fear of then from now, what time may tear apart,
see-saw of events, when night no longer be dawn!
Stop! freeze that thought, that stands at the door,
to your party of emotions, not welcome anymore,
hold on to thoughts that brought you cheer,
many moments that made life so good,
the thought of fear will soon pack and leave,
Your life is what you do and what you believe!

20/08/2021
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Unseeking Seeker sponsored
Fear Transcendence poetry contest
free verse no intended rhyme

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