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I wake up dazed
My lips trembling , cold it is
A frigid dream can't wait to wake up.
A homeless dog can't choose to live comfortable
Home is far yet the heart is not far from home
Distance from heaven to earth
I have come far and I will go further
Crying doesn't bring back , but
Gives you peace.
No matter how far I shall never forget home
As the sun sparkles and twinkling
I recall mom's warm arms
I speak and laugh to my thoughts
Fear is unpleasant emotions
But I'm fearless like a tiger ??
I can smile when I'm sad cause
Only I know my pain....
ISPRIMETIME
As my heart begins to flutter i open my mouth take a deep breath and begin to stutter,
These words that lay deep within way down inside beneath my trembling skin,
I freeze for a moment to admire my love,
I touch his soft silenced lips, feeling his breath caress my wandering fingertips.
I speak of feelings that are new to me, he starts to listen and starts to see,
That i lay here beside him with not a care in the world for anything around
Apart from this true love that I’ve found.
I smile with a blushed cheek and say i love you and that it will never grow weak.
Your eyes they looked troubled, as if you were scared that you'd wake up and find that i
wasn’t there,
Like all would be lost and dreams would be broken, But all of these words from my heart
they were spoken,
Never would I breathe a word to you untrue, because all the love that i hold is held here
in front of you,
So close your eyes and beside you i shall lay and i'll be here when you wake until my
dying day.
Form:
Troubled heart, seek joy because
my lost and hopeless soul
has forgotten to ask and pray;
who can hide from God's eyes
when they roam as eagles do?
Do silent skies suppress beauty
by letting hope flee on breeze?
Shimmering stars, don't leave
this bright August sky
until serenity is mine
and peace dwells inside!
I have sought Him
on nights of desperation...
shedding many tears of regret
over deeds of willful wrath!
Even then, He listened to each prayer
and heard my sincere supplication.
Why would fear conquer me,
if His presence is felt everywhere?
Why would solitude and emptiness
overcome me and allow misery
to distort the faith that flows
into these veins and not let me live?
I have asked Him
to restore my holiness
with the trembling voice
of a true repentant man!
Written on 1/16/2012
Second Place in Broken's Wings contest,
" Any Poem Not For A Contest Ever. "
May 30 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Job 1-3
Key Verse – Job 1:21 “… The LORD gave, and the LORD hath taken away; blessed be the name of the LORD.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO GIVES US BLESSINGS
Praise be to God Who gives us blessings:
Bestowed with His generosity
Bountiful by His graciousness
Beneficial along His goodness
Building up while guarding us with gladness
Bonus-braced upon His governing guidance
Job 2:3 Praise be to the Lord
for protecting our integrity against:
Evil’s destruction
Error’s despair
Entrapment of the Devil
Extreme danger
Entertaining death
Job 3:4 Praise be to the Saviour for His
concern regarding our situation midst His:
Compassion in our trials
Comfort during our turmoil
Consideration while we are tested
Calmness for our trembling
Commendation for our triumph. Amen!
May 30, 2024
You fill up my senses
with a breath from the heavens
wafting fragrant jasmine scents in night's leaven,
as it rises slowly calm and free
greeting both eye and ear to see;
listen attentive and hear
the heartbeat of the world right here,
within the confines of the starry sky
blushing beneath a crescent moon rise,
while clouds drip rain upon the tongue
salty brine flavors of two lovers, foolish, young.
Light falls upon my shoulder
touching the new day that smolders
beneath the effortless gleaming light,
unceremonius tranquil escape from night
the simple place within the heart
stirred and trembling out of the dark
my every sense of you.
8/6/18 for contest
I lifted myself as though I were made of light,
Walking proudly upon the skin of the earth,
Blinded by the arrogance of unlearned ways,
Stumbling forward, deaf to the voice of wisdom,
Living as if life itself bowed to my command.
But with each step, unseen vines clung to me,
Clouds gathered, the heavens tore with lightning,
A single bolt split the trembling ground,
The ancestors’ fury set the soil ablaze,
And I watched the lamp of life dim into night.
One heavy evening I closed my weary eyes,
And sleep swept me into visions,
Not dreams, but the deep ancestral kind,
Drawing me into the dark belly of the ocean,
Where unseen beings circled in the silence,
Their breath purifying the air around my soul.
They touched me with truth wrapped in tenderness,
Unfolding the teachings that shape a life,
Washing away the stains of forgotten ages,
Revealing the secret architecture of strength,
Unearthing mysteries long buried in dust.
A fresh page opened gently before me,
A new purpose written in lines of light,
A glimpse of tomorrow shining clear as dawn;
And new eyes were gifted to me,
Eyes that pierce the veiled, hidden places.
I rose adorned in a mantle of glory,
I rose bearing the quiet power to heal,
And at daybreak I awoke unbound, renewed,
A creature born a second time.
My voice transformed,
My tongue sharpened with truth and breath,
And so I walk this world,
Reborn.
She looks so fragile. Her posture, usually so straight and confident, is hunched. Her eyes - those brilliant sapphire-blue eyes that captivated my dad thirty years ago - are a tear-softened turquoise behind black-rimmed glasses. She stares blankly out the window, seeing something I don't. Watching memories, perhaps.
My mum, the strongest woman I know, looks breakable.
the old cherry clock
ticks away broken heartbeats --
splash of crimson wine
I sit beside her and place my hand over her smaller, trembling one. It's the only comfort she will accept. She is my mother. She is supposed to be strong for me, not the other way around. That's what she would say. So I sit beside her helplessly, holding her tiny hand.
She has lost her mother tonight. And I can only hope that, someday, I will have a child to hold my hand when I lose this woman I love so dearly.
Gone with the Wind
Slow spinning in autumnal swirl
they mimic ballerina’s twirl,
dancing on the exhaled sigh
a forming cloud in distant sky.
As I set each petal free
I feel its sting inside of me
uttering each simple word
unleashing cut of slashing sword.
Hoping as each petal fled
the last would not confirm my dread,
as through my fingers memory slips
salt rain would find my trembling lips.
So did the petal-dropping end
as they left, “Gone with the Wind”
leaving stem and man distraught.
The petals said – “She loves me not.”
for Jadazzle united contest
Gone with the wind.
5/29/2014
I hope that your last breath is an apology whispered through the wind,
Landing on my window sill for everything you did.
I still have nightmares, I still try to scrub the stains from my soul.
I rub until my porcelain frame is bruised and I'm shaking because I can't let go.
I ing hate you.
Your eyes that showed no remorse and your sadistic smile that never slipped,
You simply leaned over my shaking form and licked the blood right off my lips.
You showed me a "love" that left me trembling with tears streaming down my face.
You dared put your filthy hands on me, my body forever out of place.
I feel your desires in my subconscious waves that still sedate me,
Your Hands around my throat as you effortlessly suffocate me.
I screamed as I felt you leave your teeth marks on my shoulder.
The therapist just shook her head with every word I told her.
She has that pen out and she's writing out another's script,
Another refill to make me "relax" another set of pills to make me sick.
I remember how youd used me, I remember all the lies.
I remember your satisfaction as you watched the tears swim in my eyes.
I couldn't clean myself enough to rid my pores of your scent.
I couldn't run fast enough to save my innocence.
I wanted You to crumble, I wanted you to feel my pain. I wanted you to break down.
I want you to Feel ashamed....
The heartache that i went through, those months of agonizing hurt.
Until I walked into that hospital ready to give birth...
Now as I look into our daughters eyes feeling broken And unsure what to do.
She smirks that exact smile with those same dark eyes...
She looks exactly like you.
When our world cracks open and throws our bodies down
When the world evaporates and turns us into steam
When he world disfigures you and you seem like a clown
Don’t be quick to build again, there’s value in these schemes.
Many worlds are possible and here’s the pattern book
Don’t be hasty anyway, better far to look
Fearful on the precipice and fearful on the hill
Fearful of the loneliness, yet cold lovers can kill
Stand alone on trembling legs and see a different view
When we find our destiny, we will feel renewed.
Everything is blurry now, poor eyes cannot adapt
But when the legs get steadier, vision will correct.
No mother dear nor father strong can help us with their care
We must be quite separate for our new world to bare.
The world is new inside the gap where symbols grow and swirl
And across the sky above the stars dance all a whirl
Safety and security if taken on too soon
Lessen the alternatives and may lead us to doom
Courage to the child we are, courage in our hearts
In the forms now visible we will find new shape.
Less like armour plating, more like pliant skin,
Fitting us externally and fitting the within