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Past Lover Danger Zone
By Shaniki Smith
March 22, 2014
Here we go back and forth
No bandage can heal these wounds
He say She say
I still Felt those words you said to me hit me in my heart like a cold icicle hitting the ground
I must of froze every time I see you
I love you but then I hate you
You standing in my past lover-danger zone
I'm going to designated the time bomb
I don't want to go back to what we had it hurts to much
It hurts to much It's felt good to let you go
But the pain of letting you go still lie upon my heart
When you said sorry that pain went away
So I decide to move on and the pain went away but when you came back the pain re-appear
I made up my mind to stay far far away
Stop standing in my past lover danger zone
Stop standing in my past lover danger zone
I'm going to designated the time bomb
hey math tutor, I need help.
kids with questions - five at once!
multitasking, aging, geezer.
too much, too much, who needs help?
tasks need doing, people are waiting.
computers, phones, even TVs
are mind-boggling electro-monstrosities
gotta be there, gonna be late
car breaks down again, why now?
did I hurt her feelings or maybe his?
what is she expecting, anyway, and when?
I must improve my mindreading.
to prove myself I must work harder -
give a hundred ten percent
where am I gonna get that extra ten?
lose some sleep? borrow some money?
hey, buddy back off, that ain't funny.
hey mister, watch your step.
I'm a walking time bomb razor
time for me to go ballistic.
maybe I just got pushed too far.
whoa - time out.
kids got 18 years to learn.
they will be ok.
which of those tasks need doing?
which of those things can wait?
I think the world still spins without me.
my friends know i'm well intentioned
things will work out - it's ok.
I don't have to prove myself.
hey, buddy, nice to see you.
it sure is a beautiful day.
So if you think the Bible was bad with the Demons within
Think of the parasites in your guts carrying their bad Jinn
All these events of mass shooters killing off all the kinfolk
Some blame medication, water you drink, as even smoke
But if so would not there be as more killers with each day
No these events are random and you are their given prey
As mind controlling, once they are living inside your brain
Tipping us from stable to a person that is Demonic insane
Fed the food to act as the worlds, own ticking time bomb
Cooked, and given so innocently, by our own loving Mom
Just think of probiotics, as the guardian angels in your gut
Regular fasting goes a long way to those Demons to rebut
Those parasites are written within the Bible so read it well
And don’t give them the chance to send your mind to Hell
So before you take what I say with a pinch of that sea salt
Next time you go insane do not blame me it's not my fault
Leaving home
To pursue a life
She bursted into tears
Like a detonated time bomb
And I felt I could split half
She drew me close
Her arms swallowed mine
It was a meaningful pose
The only reason of her fine
THE HUG
Words escaped her
But the messages were clear
From the bossom of her hug
'God loves you
As I do too
Let this be your shelter
Further and farther
Remember me always
In all your ways
Warm, wet , dry and cold
From my heart of gold
Achieve everything
I'll miss you'
I melted feet cold
I secured warmth
From the tea mug
For her assurance another hug
To ground her faith.
Her hands searched mine to hold
As I must go.
THE HUG AGAIN...
In a state of confusion, I was confused
Pill after pill I had lost all sense of pride
In a world of seclusion, feeling the blues
Why I was so intent on committing suicide
But because I just felt so dam depressed
A continual verse, a never ending episode
Always I'd be stuck within this huge mess
Again here I am I'm stuck in reverse mode
At the time it were my only cure for this illness
But not the first, a time bomb about to explode
Losing battle with ones self, thoughts manifest
From bad to worse, I'm on a long winding road
Dealing with so much heartache and pain inside
Not what I'd again choose but my only solution
I felt it was the only way off this rollercoaster ride
With don'ts and doe’s, in this state of confusion
A POEM INSPIERD BY A FRIEND FROM COV( JULY - 1997)
written at a low point in my life between October 1997 and July 1998
some bits were rewritten between 2000 and 2001
and again chopped and changed between 2007 and 2012
this version 2012 resalvaged ---------
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this version i feel better than the rest as explains in better context
hw i was but also puts a positive spin on the present
i suppose your expiearces are what forms who you are as a person
thats what builds your character though probably not s wild now as I used to be
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also the first time id ever wrote anything where inspiration came from
surrounds at time this a little personal or though kept a little boarder line
written by myself DAVIDSCOTT 2012''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''
An endangered species, living on a ledge,
100 seconds to Midnight, then over the edge,
Nearest to Doomsday, humans have ever been,
Vaporised! inside mushrooms of boiling hot steam.
Casually go about our business, without a care,
While the Sword of Damocles, hangs in the air,
So be it, nevertheless, makes no difference to me,
Probably guessed, this poem’s done sardonically.
It’s true! I mean come on, never going to happen,
Like the day, every Dinosaur got flattened,
Poor creatures walking around, totally oblivious,
Could we stop the impact, much less obvious.
Melancholia movie, thought their doomsday, was a flyby,
Built a symbolic shelter of sticks, when aware gonna die,
In that scenario, was definitely better not to know,
A storyline with an inevitability, of no planet tomorrow.
Well back to reality, why should we be exempt,
After redesigning nature, showing utter contempt,
Earths an unexploded time bomb, ready and primed,
Detonated by paranoia, or maniacs out of their mind.
To be honest, rather get finished off, really quick,
Over and done with, not dying radioactively sick,
I’ve done a lot of talking, and when all this is said,
If the missile comes, hope it slams into my head.
I’m sceptical though, about that Doomsday clock,
It’s a postulation, put forward to make us take stock,
Nuclear weapons will continue, for better or worse,
Another asteroid comes, Rejoice if the Bastard’s work!
By
David Kavanagh.
"The Heart’s Eye"
When the heart’s eye
speaks to you,
you listen, just as
when the heart’s eye
sees how it all is,
you feel, touched
in the mind
the heart’s eye
is an overworked muscle
working overtime
a pearl of wisdom
eating you inside out
like a carnival eats
its exposed clowns
eventually it stops
tick-tock
tick-tock
no one truly suspects
the depths of its
depraved covert nature
incognito, it’s a time bomb
some Lewis clock
on a well-lit fob watch
down the rabbit hole
we go journeying
with smiling hatters
who are really Jabberwocks
the heart’s eye is a Red Queen
residing inside
Love, exists, resists,
concedes for all its worth
light and dark treacly stuff
it’s a messy business
it ain't clean,
all said and done
when heads
roll off
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Everyone feels the pressure of stress,
Your environment is the ultimate test.
Whether it’s on a job or in life,
Not everything is as easy as pie.
People are often blind to complexity,
Steady crying about your personal issues,
Countless factors hidden in mentality.
Oblivious to the tissues next to you.
Focusing on little details is not a crime,
Stress can be like a ticking time bomb.
Taking things, a single step at a time,
Assists me in staying steady and calm.
Relax and take a deep breath,
Creating stress only leads to death.
However, if I breathe slow and chill,
I will overcome life’s stress windmill.
Everyone has a dark side but this silhouette stranger,
this one sided love haunts me, forever tattooing me on its heart
Forever hiding in the dark corners of my mind.
Close to me like the sticky sweetness of cotton candy
It wraps me around in its arms, and tells me that it is the only one who could stand the cramp corners of my mind
The mist of dew drops crowd in the corners of my eyes,
this stranger sends thoughts that makes the dew fall like the Niagara.
This silhouette stranger dips me in the dim light of the pantry kitchen,
reminding me that my insomnia is a walking time bomb on my physical mentality.
If I tell you that, my emotions are the many-casketed bodies that are now forgotten bones of loved ones.
Would you run?
When my anchor begins to break would you catch my fall.
Or watch as this stranger locks me in the solitary confines of my bed of emotions
that scream how
Worthless
Pathetic
Naïve
Disgusting
Unloved
Hopeless
Immature
Ungrateful
I have asked this silhouette stranger to abandon the hollow auditorium of my body
To give back what was once mine.
I have what I like to call an unrequited love relationship with my lover depression, this ever-changing silhouette stranger.
Depression holds me hostage inside its cage
but a ransom note will not be required here.
My depression tells me it’s the only one who can stand the cramp corners of my mind
This unwanted lover sticks close to me like the sticky sweetness of honey
This stranger loves me, in an unrelenting way
But...
At least I’m Loved.
Laying very still actually afraid to move my head unbearable headaches after two strokes severe anxiety syncope fainting spells my husband rushes me back and forth to the hospital I felt horrified anytime you have a traumatic brain injury a lot comes into play first it was waking up from the coma blurred visions big words from nasal radiology deplopia vertigo early onset of dementia learning to walk talk again physical therapy hope laughter crying pain and suffering now this 3mm basilar tip aneurysm right where in front of my brain stem which meets blood vessels to my spine now what lay still treat the pain prepared for an angiography just when I thought having two strokes after traumatic brain injury couldn't be any worse well now it is afraid to breathe cardiovascular attacks Afib irregular heart beats afraid to panic ptsd envisioning myself deceased grieving my health as I once knew it before traumatic events before traumatic brain injury before traumatic headaches never knowing when this will erupt will it be riding to the doctors pharmacy grocery store church or just while having tea watching King of Queens reruns will I be laughing crying or taking a bath when it burst ticking time bomb an yet I am reminded everyday of all the wondrous things God has created life is funny that way I suppose I'm still wondering life death do I get to choose rather I come back as a cardinal an eagle or a butterfly something with wings to soaring with the angels watching over God's earth for now laying still treating pain