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"Be like a lotus flower, open your petals to let go of fear and sadness."
Quote by _Constance
I
grew
in 'fear'
with panic
and with suspicion.
Everyday was apprehension
filled with terror, anxiety, and great cowardice.
Fearful emotions filled my child's life when a tragic experience left me broken.
My
days
mournful
bleak with woe.
Oh, the deep 'sadness'
and the forlorn tears, and the gloom.
Most days I was just melancholy anguish, sadness,
I was all darkness blue woeful gloomy with long days a struggle to live & exist.
But,
one
morning
I rose up
and transcended life.
Fear and sadness left my mind, life
I was content in faith, joy, calmness, and happiness
with bravery courage trust love & cheer gladness & delight, happy to be alive.
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.
A piece of time formatted only for small minds
Its like you watching cable for wisdom
And I Got sattelite image in high definition
And its formatted to all time wide screen
So its not a poem its a experience
Lets dim the lights close the blinds
Call on a Indian and a reptile king
And relearn not all words are transcendent
So yea, I'm shaking my head at alot of men
Who were given a gift only to exploit and misuse
Bought and censored are another word used
Sponsorship.
Enough money they take for material gain
Selling their responsibility for power
And buy into the things that first had them bounded
So I laugh at all these wealthy who are confused
Think they got talent when they shop for words
And take the credit.
Because all those words and never said nothing
Useless phrases, wordplay and rhythm
Nothing you say ever transcended
Any further than lips on their narcissistic heads
If you are not plugged in you are tuned out.
Form:
...‘I belonged to a species like your own,
born of a mother of flesh and blood,
our people were guided by our own god,
who had lifted us up out of the mud.
‘We were an impossible old species,
with each generation we would improve,
but our god knew he had a limited time,
so helped make our growth gentle and smooth.
‘After billions of years of such guidance,
we had become much like gods ourselves,
with powers you cannot imagine yet,
but who would rise up? None could tell.
‘I set myself to serious study,
just like everyone else of my kind,
then one day I felt a great clarity,
as if a veil was lifted from my mind.
‘I had transcended into godhood,
in a great surge of pure energy,
my essence transformed to ethereal,
and I drew all bits of matter to me.
‘See, when a being becomes a deity,
he consumes everything that came before,
all life, all matter, even my old god,
until the universe of old was no more.
‘A universe is a god’s very flesh,
I drew it all in, and then with a bang,
expanded outwards as this new universe,
all the cosmos with my essence sang.
‘This happened fourteen billions years ago,
all of creation relies on my will,
and I marveled at this magnificence,
flexing my powers did keep my time filled.
‘I even thought that I was immortal,
that forever I would have time to play,
but like the old god, I've recently found
that even a deity can age.
‘All powerful does not mean all knowing,
and a successor I did not create,
I ignored the lessons of the old god
until now, when it is almost too late…
‘I do not have time to take you by the hand,
use the method that was applied to us,
it would take too long, and I have to hurry,
a billion years just isn’t long enough.
‘I made evolution just for this task,
to speed things up and make godhood arise,
intense competition will weed out the weak,
strength and competence will be realized.
‘It may seem brutal to those who will perish,
but no other solution can now work,
it may seem evil…maybe it is,
but rest assured, it is I that’s the jerk.
‘I was the one who arrogantly assumed
that I didn’t have to learn from the past,
it was my mistake that necessitates this,
I will regret this screw-up to the last...
CONCLUDES IN PART IV.
As the shooting stars travel across distance and barriers
So has my heart transcended dimensions
Can I compare thee to the sand?
For the waves may come or the rain may fall
But emotions never die and neither will my thoughts
Words nay fail and actions may be wrong
But my feelings never lie and forever will be strong
Even though night turns day or days turn night
My love will never die nor will it ever change
Time may stop and man may fall
Reason may never be enough nor will action be revealing
But with you by my side,I'm ready to face enemies
And as long as writings still exist,my words will be forever
My twenty fifth Christmas arrived with grief.
Snowflakes and anguish transcended belief.
My mother’s fifty sixth year would be her last.
Stage four had arrived, embittered and fast.
Engaging moments were invariably made.
Our last family Christmas was splendidly played.
No sibling rivalry, not one single rift.
I couldn’t have wished for a finer Christmas gift.
There was tinsel and lights, stockings hung with care.
The smell of freshly baked bread filled the air.
Christmas music played; we gave Mom our best.
That year was tops, better than all the rest.
Six weeks later, I watched my mother die.
It’s been twenty-five years, I still hurt and cry.
Merry Christmas Mom, in my heart you will forever stay.
I will always treasure God’s gift that I received on Christmas day.
12/4/21
A Christmas Gift Memory Poetry Contest
Sponsor: BJ Legros Kelley
Thorns for your King,
Scarlet for His robe,
A cross on His back,
He journeyed to a place of suffering, pain, and humiliation.
They sang His praises at His triumphant entry,
But later, they despised and scorned Him.
They no longer needed Him to save them;
A Messiah might be somewhere else.
Helped to carry the cross,
He trudged along,
His body was lacerated by stripes,
Feeble but willing to do the Father’s will.
Nailed to the cross and pierced in His side,
His soul was about to leave its chamber.
In anguish, He called out to His Father,
And then came the final slumber.
He transcended at Golgotha,
He descended into the abyss,
He prevailed in the age-long contention,
Mortality was finally put off at His ascension.
April 14, 2025.
In the live network of intricate design,
layer on layer my mind was stratified.
Within the strata of innate awareness aligned,
many divergent motifs got unified.
Many attributes of sole distinction
gained access to the fold of secret psychic recess,
transcended the undefined limits of joy and pain.
That’s my insignia of individuality I projected
from behind the screen of singularity,
for I was me.
A lone prisoner of my own making,
a cocoon confined within introvert isolation,
I saw all the familiar faces recede,
left me stuck in the web of self-adulation.
My mystique mind turned into Nemesis,
made a mirror of mirage for me.
I looked into it reaching the venerated oasis,
it was only me that I always glimpsed.
In the displaced discernment of self-adoration,
I saw a Narcissus in me lurk lonesome,
a secret morphing into soaring obsession
lay buried, insulated in the dark,
as I floated as a forlorn bird,
rising from the debris of dreams.
The sigh of the desolate heart I heard
emanate from the depth of despair.
The music of love within me didn’t die,
drifting in its cadence I scaled the sky.
The time-framed mirror I made of me,
reflected the pernicious perception of anguish,
an emotion engulfed by intuitive foreboding.
The sane sense lost the escape route,
disappeared in the miasma of loneliness.
The marooned mind meandered in dense darkness,
trying to find the instinctive deluded traveler, me,
the person I used to be.
So what to do, and what to not?
It seems so often we forget,
that he has paid the price for us,
so we can enter in and say -
'Redeem my soul, make my heart free,
that I may always, love thee, love thee!'
So why, so crushed, so lost, so lonely?
His love for us transcended death,
and unto us this time of year,
we can,and do, reflect and say -
"My Lord, thank you, in every way,
that I can live another day!"
And whence my time does come to end,
I thank you Lord that I have led,
a life in you, my present friend. -
Who carries me when I am weak,
and grants me grace when I am meek,
and gifts me words so I may speak.
Thus soul, alive, in Him, can say -
"Death has no sting, for you have freed,
my soul, from sin. I enter in!
For you alone, make life, well lived,
through you alone, is an eternal gift.
That makes a way for me to live,
to share Christ's nature and to give,
unbound, gentle and carefree love,
till, I reside, with you, above!"
01.02.2023
Your eyes grace the stars with humility in awe,
a glimmer and sparkle; such as never seen before.
Your eyes like diamonds from heaven in the skies that
soar,
A majestic magnificence that defies the earth's laws.
If the moon in full radiance could prostrate to you,
If the sun could sing songs of this glorious truth,
If the heavens would split asunder for losing you,
the melodies on the harps of angels will forever play
their tunes.
I speak little but envision greatly in words that I write,
recording the rhythms in a heartbeat in first sight and in
first light.
My pen runs only on the inspiration it can use as ink,
and with you I can keep writing without a moment to
think.
You transcended spontaneously; I was taken back
infamously,
Never have I ever set eyes upon a poet who extruded so
radiantly.
Though we've only just met; I say words I never regret,
and in the essence of honesty I'm glad that we met.
Not many people can speak the language of the heart,
yet you speak it fluently as if amongst the very stars.
You conjure up some of the most magical verses,
And you understand perfectly exactly what this world is.
Salute, you humble me with your gift.
And with those talents I hope to share in your bliss.
I stay humble ever searching for evanesence and peace,
and in poetry I find I can always smile with ease.