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The land that lies
Happy dancer, singing songs,
Knowing that the end will come;
But which is the end and which new beginnings?
Waiting on the end of the beginning, is this the beginning?
This all started a long, long time ago,
When I thought I was winning, but now I know.
Remove the light from around her;
It has no use in being my magnet.
Turn the music off, for I am empty
And she could only ever be tragic.
Dancing alone at the end of the night,
Crying in the morning as I lie.
She is only looking lost,
Whilst I am truly falling.
She has never even seen me,
She has not heard me calling.
She has never truly been searched for,
For I have no power to remove my walls.
Sad boy blues with water eyes,
Stares at happy dancer with such despise.
His dead eyes reveal no fury;
The hate is hidden, His jealousy forbidden,
But never silent, truly.
Maiden calling, watches them both and laughs.
She lives in her bubble head as she lies her way to bed
And all that she knows could be contained in a small paper bag.
Her mind could be printed onto the tiniest part of a pinhead,
If only she could remember to not forget;
Maybe she could be more than the worthless words never said.
These are the people at the bottom of the barrel.
Three for the price of none.
Take them and all those singing without knowing of Axl.
Take this rose to free my hands for the gun.
All these people seen through drunken eyes,
Bloodshot eyes see fools in disguise.
All that is left in this pit at night,
Is calling cards and fake profiles,
Lists of idiots with studied lies.
Unknown numbers for adulterous wives
And I am so tired…
I am so very tired.
So tired of people with crocodile cries in the night,
Over people who do not even matter,
So why do I lie?
Suicide is not a surprise when the truth is seen at last.
I have lived in your land of lies
And still you wonder why there is no turning back?
Once choice is made, love is no longer your slave,
For the beast has been released and is free.
Free to leave you behind, free to fly,
Free to find a place to hide
And when I am found there is no more left to say.
What more needs to be said to someone who walked away?
(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
I drive past them quietly
as I lower my head,
the tragic resting places,
the mournful highway sites
of the loved ones now gone.
They show us our mortality,
they show us all the pain,
they show us the senseless tragedy...
of souls who are now elsewhere,
of the loved ones now gone.
We all take for granted
the fragileness of life,
we seem so immortal
until we pass the markers
and think of the loss -
of the loved ones now gone.
A vast network of pavement
connects all those who mourn,
we drive by and wonder
about the carnage, about the lives
of the loved ones now gone.
I can't imagine the suffering
families and friends must endure,
I can only drive past with respect...
of souls who now are elsewhere,
of the loved ones now gone.
When night awakens to shatter dreams,
When pain penetrates my entire being,
And haunting fear angrily screams;
I may pause, but I'll never break down
With prayer in my heart I'll carry on
And no matter how potent is the pull
It's never going to drag me down.
I will rise up, to bounce right back
Even in face of a crushing setback
I will lift my courage way up high
With all my strength I'll choose to defy
If you ever hear my inaudible sigh
It just means I'm driven to survive.
When disaster strikes a tragic letdown,
When grief dominates all around,
And vicious squall rings somber sound;
I may pause, but I'll never break down
With prayer in my heart I'll carry on
And no matter how potent is the pull
It's never going to drag me down.
I will rise up, to bounce right back
Even in face of a crushing setback
I will lift my courage way up high
With all my strength I'll choose to defy
If you ever hear my inaudible sigh
It just means I'm driven to survive.
When love is lost and hate survives,
When death and misery occupy life,
And a solitary discourse silently cries;
I may pause, but I'll never break down
With prayer in my heart I'll carry on
And no matter how potent is the pull
It's never going to drag me down.
I will rise up, to bounce right back
Even in face of a crushing setback
I will lift my courage way up high
With all my strength I'll choose to defy
If you ever hear my inaudible sigh
It just means I'm driven to survive.
First Place
October 14, 2017
Never Going to Drag Me Down
Sponsor: Julie Rodeheaver
I am wrapped in stripes of day and night
A bit of bold sunshine and rings of black might!
I dart like a bullet and sting when I fight
Buzzing around I move in sunlight!
I am attracted to pretty little flowers
And I am sure I’d be no good on a planet called Mars!
I live on the earth and am busy as can be
Pollination is what I’m good at you see!
I live in a honeycomb and have an amazing view
My queen makes sure we have lots to do!
The nectar you add and hold to your lips
Is my signature portion that sweetens your sips!
We melt in a sea of sticky golden magic
And only attack when we feel threatened, how tragic!
Date: 26.5.23
Sponsor: Matt Caliri
Contest Name: Bee Creative
I hate that I can write this
Because it means on one level or another
One of us failed the other
Or perhaps we failed ourselves
Did I ever know I'd be your tragic hero?
It's hard to predict when digging oneself out of mud takes precedence
Exhuming myself from my then-current title
And plot points that led me to be buried
It's astounding how a porcupine can truly live
Where the two stand at quill's length
Cautious yet enamored
Wincing as small wounds get deeper
It's further astounding that I parade myself as God
And that I've convinced myself so thoroughly of the lie
That even when hiding the simplest thought as deep as possible
You still managed to cling to the belief
Follow the god that failed you
Or is it you who has failed God?
Has any slight actually been committed
Or are we both so hopelessly tangled in our own stories?
Did I ever know you'd be my tragic hero?
Equal parts pity, equal parts fear
And I let my sun shine bright
With the basic facts of what you are
To fetishize the basic tenants of human courtesy
Did I unintentionally put you on a pedestal?
But I know you've always subscribed to the same flavor of fear
With its ever more generous delivery dates
Perhaps I'm the one being infantilized
How strong are your convictions that you're so convinced you could kill me?
Through daring to show emotion when I beg you to be flamboyant with it
Exactly how hard are you worried you'll hit me?
Thus in the end, we are tragic heroes
You mistake silence for a child's crib
A permanent safe spot for me
To sleep when you're afraid to open up
So here I am, again a tragic hero
Is my mistake thinking that love is for me?
When simply existing is enough
To turn the brightest dawn into dusk.
Birth is the beginning of a quest
which is unseen to human eyes,
sadly ending on our unpredictable death,
but not living another day shortens that distance.
Who decides our fate in ways so drastic,
unfolding events happy or tragic?
Who diverges the course of our days,
when hopelessness grips our desperate souls?
If dreams are built to become exinct,
to suddenly turn into detritus and dust...
devastating us enough to dessicate the expanse
of hope, why is joy lacking the feeling of genuiness?
Despair is utterly exgeneous,
exploding when thoughts become tense,
expanding as wild fire to burn everything
in its destructive path...leaving only embers behind.
Some choose to end life,
not valuing its sacredness and purpose;
shouldn't we be thrilled to exist as David was
and be immensely grateful, or defiantly denounce our belief?
Gracefully age as Moses did,
never thinking of shortening the distance;
gain more wisdom as you live...
to discern what's beyond madness to reduce incidence.
In a town down in Texas,
Lived a man in a tree.
He used to be a Sailor,
And spent his life at sea.
After twelve years of service,
His fate cruely got him.
When sailing around the Horn,
His ship went to the bottom.
The papers called it tragic,
The death of so many men.
And as the lone survivor,
Swore he'd never sail again.
Then he moved to Santa Fe,
Built a cabin in an Elm.
Said goodbye to the water,
And that tree became his realm.
For twenty years he lived there,
But not a friend did he make.
How ironic when a twister,
Dropped his cabin in a lake.
Though he drowned that very day,
You know Heaven wouldn't cheat him.
When he reached the Pearly Gates,
All his shipmates there to greet him.
Hello
Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Filipino, 38 years of age
Got disabled on October 11, 1999
Was diagnosed on 2013
With Depression Mental illness
Last February 2012, saw a vision
A curly blond baby angel
Appeared to me
Looking at me intently
He said to "Tell the priest that the babies are safe in heaven
God, wants to give women chance (on the left ear)
Choice (On the right ear), to save themselves"
Saw my previous tragic car accident
Spiritual Director said "It's turning point of my life"
Its called private revelation
After searching for a spiritual director
Thought, Fr. Alex Legaspi
Thought, Fr. Jesus Labor but
Eternal God said he is my soul mate
Really cannot be
Eternal God gave Fr. Piers Lahey
Pastor of St. Andrew Catholic Church, Daly City CA.
Christmas Eve 2012, Eternal God told me to write a litany
After many trials of finding a title
Eternal God gave me “Litany of Divine Truth”
Failed to write the date when Sacred Heart told me “shave my hair”
Our bathroom is always clogging
Fr. Piers sent me to Legion of Mary or other smaller groups of the Church
Start sharing my vision, see what they say
Father Christ said “Reverence is for the Righteous”
Called Him Father Christ, Mother Mary
“You say please when asking for something”
Called Him Father Christ, He’s a High Priest
An Eternal High Priest
Propagate it
Didn’t want to, it just came from me, I’m nobody
Sensed He’s sad
“Okay, You will help me okay?”
Result, made Reverence Rosary
Novena for the abortion
Gave Fr. Piers
You have questions
Call me #(650)-307-2062
brought up a Christian
we were taught to believe
Jesus is the only true saviour
saved from sin ~ burden we heave
somewhere not far away, another soul
born and brought up in a Hindu household
chants mantras in a tongue incomprehensible
trusts fables endlessly retold ~ delusion takes hold
fierce war of words oft ensues about narrow beliefs
religious fundamentalism is the curse of our age
although Mother Earth does not discriminate
the fire of intolerance continues to rage
if it were not tragic, we would laugh
for simply by thought cessation
ego recedes and pure heart
imbibes God’s vibration
I love you lady, singing velvet night sky,
singing azure violet wounded woolen stitch.
I love your lady quavering haunting cry,
intoning shades of purple in fevered pitch.
I love you lady, even trilling, scraping in torment,
your voice straining oppressed about strange fruit.
I love you lady dear star teaching your malcontent,
piping broken lyrics, imparting pain so acute.
I love you lady, you never knew a childhood,
you never rendered a cyan song the same way.
I love you lady, though you think my love no good,
it is you with whom I walk in the rain, preternatural every day.
Flame of Harlem, you gave so much to live. I listened, and I cried,
always my cherished one, so tragic how young you died.