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No body to listen, no body to hear, nobody is free,
Everyone is busy, everyone is gone, Everyone has other problems,
Well I do too, the only people who are here to hear me, I have to pay,
That's the only people who are willing to look my way.
Nobody to listen, nobody to hear me, nobody to see me, until it's too late,
It's so sad that I want some heartfelt care to heal me, but First you must be
willing to pay up some money, for they are in it for cash, well then if I say something you think is not safe, then please don't tell me I need to go get help, for that's not an option, for there's nobody to hear, see, care for me for free.
Maybe I should sail off into the sea, where I can be alone, to listen to the wind blow, hear the birds sing their songs to me, see the natures beauty, watch an eagle soar freely in the clear blue sky, for he is the most free anyone could ever be,
CAN I SOAR TO THE SKY LIKE THAT TOO?
Come to terms with loss,
for the reality that awaits you is
unforgiving as it may without yield.
Withholder from the bleak truth.
Doubt listening sat weighted,
claiming with measurable vigor.
Not one person awaits behind
the a gatefold in porcelain white.
If, Oh!
Only a branch held upon it a universal threshold.
A seismic energy wavelength maintained,
transmuted from a bubbling something
to a nothing absolute.
Room for growth
but no square footage left for you.
In the hole
down and out.
Seared love dead and gone.
Magic gone long /
hula hooping gravities' static pressures.
Gotten good at getting to the goat,
got it every time now.
Almost a guarantee,
blessed with Godless speed.
One speaks:
Open the Gate.
Two spoke:
I expected entrance.
Three say:
I expected a Gate.
Dead Wait,
in-place that gate remains.
In a gridlock pieces stay.
Petrified gorgeous by an embalming sun.
Expand Bye consuming blue skies.
It's too bad it's that exactly.
Blinding hot heat,
Next to a too late feeling.
No loss immunized;
"It like me, no time to wait, no time to waste."
Why wait
when you haven't made love you alone?
Make love, lover it's self? All by yourself?
Take a ticket,
guess the number.
A friend or foe
A friend or foe.
Tina was organizing her stuff. She was supposed to meet with the professor exactly two minutes ago. She drafted her outline of the content to be discussed precisely. Now she needs to merge with her timing before it is too late.
The cell phone vibrated with the usual ringtone. An unknown number.
“Are you Reza’s mom?”
“Yes.”
“This is his teacher, calling from the school.”
“ Yeah, please tell me…”
“Reza is deteriorating with his performance. We would like to meet both parents to discuss his progress. Since you are not available locally, do you think you will attend a virtual session?”
“Sure. I will be happy to.”
“Please, let me know a suitable time when it is possible.”
“Sure…um, let me talk to his father.”
Tina tried to get Minhaz. Three consecutive times. With a long pause of ongoing ringtones, no response.
A separated couple has too many loosely based dysfunctionality, in fixing priorities, in fixing purpose of meaning, when to talk and how to talk.
Tina was struggling before… Tina is struggling with the aftermath too.
“Sorry, missed your call. Anything urgent? Please text me.”
Tina is truly annoyed. She is now getting really late for meeting her professor. A meeting about the trend of pedagogy in language acquisition and about the crisis in the young generation. A meeting bearing much importance for her future motivation.
She tried to be precise.
He tried to be precise too.
“I do not feel any need of yours to be present. It is better to attend an on-site meet-up. I will be there. That should be enough."
“Reza is lacking something….either motivation, or focus, do you not understand? Let me be there.”
“ I understand. You don’t.”
He finished his sentence with a coldness.
“Pedagogy of language acquisition and crisis in language loss.”
Tina's title of the deliverable.
She needed to make up for the wasted time.
She needed to make up to make her presentable as well.
Not all tears are too personal to decipher.
Between a friend or foe.
A foreign diplomat has sustained a head injury.
He cannot undergo the usual neurosurgery.
Instead, something out of the ordinary is due.
A submarine is used with a team of surgeons for a crew.
They shrink the sub to less than microscopic size.
They enter the man’s body with this one condition.
There is a short time to accomplish the mission.
The crew has sixty minutes to reach where the injury lies.
More than one hour, and it will be too late.
The sub will enlarge again, and suffer a terrible fate.
This is an exciting flick without a doubt.
The next time it appears on TV, check it out.
Based on the 1966 film “Fantastic Voyage”
War
I know of families who are going to war
Because of a clown a physcho settling a score
Bombs will be falling like drops of rain
Will we ever see, a rainbow again?
Borders have been crossed, red lines ignored
Lovers will lose the ones they’ve adored
The storm is coming nowhere to hide
Because they believed the ones who lied
Frightened to fight, begged to Appease
Always the wrong way, never succeeds
Strength he’d understand, but now too late
The flood has started, can’t close this gate
Where will it end? instantly quick for some
a bullet a bullet, that has their name on.
All so needless, pointless in truth.
Another life buried under a roof.
Like a haunted wolf a mother cries.
Torrents of tears from rain filled eyes.
David Cox 22/02/22
"Time drops all these moments as
decayed, spoiled riches.
And vibrating strings of light
dance the tip of Souls while
enjoying the orchestra
of all life!" -- E.P. Robles
--
[Too late; as late as it gets thought I.]
Upon this very late or very early
morning while i began to realize
i left my dreaming snoring then upon
a glint from parted curtains I was certain
a something queerly missing ~ or should
i say amiss.
There, upon the fabric of dusty thoughts
while peering out my window pane
i came to see a dastardly scene that
almost certainly brought me to my knees!
There upon the shrouded street
were many short blue-clothed things
busily erasing each moment as it passed.
Unbeknown that "i" was one between
the 'there' and 'here' they froze
all the while i stood and stared;
"Oh no oh no!" they screamed at me
squirming then churning they moved
and rebuilt the past you see
and found myself in bed again
and all ends well that begins
and all beginnings have always been
--endings are myth!
:: 04-20-2017 ::
My self esteem never peaked
Mental abuse always leaked
From your foul and mean mouth
All my dignity just flew south
And never came back again
Your so proud that you could win
The power of my sad heart
Broken from the very start
I was born -- it never ended
Young and naive you pretnended
To care for and love me true
Dishonest lies came from you
As I grew and figured out
What your lies were all about
It was too late for me to find
Self esteem of any kind
All my self worth you just ruined
My anger is largely brewing
As I think back to the days
I never recognized the ways
My siblings received the love
I needed and missed so much
Was I such a useless burden
You threw me aside and hurtin'
Fragile, unsure and so young
My chance on life never begun
An innocent baby can not grow
Without the love a parent shows
Why did my sisters and brothers
Get the love while I was smothered
By neglect and loneliness
So much joy my life has missed
A little girl trapped in the fate
Of so much despair and hate
I don't regret I got it
This small tattoo of mine
An everlasting love note
In permanence of kind
I look at it and smile
It doesn't make me sad
It represents the moment
Where ink on the scratchpad
Became a lasting statement
I knew just what it was
I did when I had done it
My heart was all abuzz
Excited and emphatic
In color it did state
A pronouncement for my lifetime
Not too early, not too late
But still there's one thing missing
The statement's not complete
Until another figure
Alights and takes her seat
A tiny little bluebird
Standing o'er the strings
I'll carry her forever
To where forever brings
It's not the proper moment
To add her there right now
Her nest is not quite ready
But I hope someday, somehow
I'll sit there in the artist's chair
And watch his skillful hand
Create my little bluebird
Atop my heart she'll stand
As Jesus came to this earth
then a babe for the first time
will come again as the risen king
to judge all whatever their crime
So now is our preparation time
to get ready for the kings coming
living a life that pleases God
a thought most marvellously stunning
To do this we must trust Jesus
believing on His work of redemption
dying on the cross for us He did
so we can receive His salvation
When we truly believe on this saviour
bowing under His sovereign lordship
walking with him day by day
knowing His presence kept by His grip
Then we are ready to meet Him
when He comes one glorious day
to perfect our glorious sanctification
then well done He shall say
So are you ready for the great event?
are you living for this world or for Christ?
if not for Christ then it'll be too late
for then you'll pay an eternal price!
Baby when I look back now, we were mad in love,
And now all that we say is, we were in love.
We'd crave for more love,
Now we crave for our time.
It's been a hell of a ride,
To keep us together all this while.
We strove to keep up our luxuries,
But innocent Love- that got buried.
I ponder now and at times worry
Is it too late to mend and say sorry?
Baby when I look back now, we were mad in love,
And now all that we say is, we were in love.
I had my passion to write and share,
To the one I shared, never bothered to care,
Life is strange, with its unexpected roads,
You never know at times where you want to go?
Shower's the place, where I would sing so clear,
Now that is the place, where I shed my tears.
To keep me sane always is my biggest fear,
For the deeds done I can't forget oh ! dear..
Baby when I look back now, we were mad in love,
And now all that we say is, we were in love.
You hold her tight and she may die,
I let loose, so she may survive..
You hold her light and she may fly,
Silly me, I gave her wings to hear a Goodbye..
VijayG