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I’m gallant, sturdy, I’m reliably strong,
And I love being used every day.
I love being pulled, pushed and kicked by you,
And I love when you just turn away.
I’ll forever stand here patiently waiting for you,
I’ll wait here for you all my life.
And when you return, I love you slicing me up,
Cutting into me with your cold knife.
You leave me with those slices, those words of love,
Some also written in permanent ink.
You push your chewing gum hard onto my body,
I love that you don’t care what I think.
I’ve been here for you, loved you, most of your life,
I’ve seen you be quiet, happy, sad and a fool.
I’m proud to be ignored and used by you,
I’m your eternal wooden desk at your school.
Searching this mirror before me my heart question’s questions I am capable of seeing truth, understanding the eyes through which I see are surly colored with flavor of bias and self-justification. My mind in calling for logic and hope of clarity seeks out those ridged scales by which to find measure, allowing judgement of compare to bring forth truth uncensored. In natural progression of such search my soul is bent to point of break when presented with the wretched rivers of self deception, bringing bitter taste to lips accustomed far more to sweet wines of self acclaimed grandeur. Therefore quest remains as to which scale presented I am to be held accountable, for always present are those who with their red eyes of reflection wait at edge of darkness, wishing to delight in bringing wolve’s teeth to a party of my destruction. Therefore answer draws first breath in fact I am a man divided into worlds of separate state, living consistently in none yet completely in all, engulfed and surrounded by changing mass as time ages such truths and motives through the yield of equations unknown. Finally unfound or perhaps found undesired I turn away from search of truth discontent with answers of men or self as vapor of humanities thought spill to nothing in the eyes of the galaxies.
Feverish cleptic safe
Slipped in kept sacred place
Found you near bamboo shoots
Horizon of our youths
Drag this thunder out of me
Wonder
I don't want to be beam
Lay here in peace and piece together sanity
Drink raspberry teas in cafes
and offer seats to the strange
Read books on window sills of open French Windows
Feet dangle above pavements
wind blowing now
I'm free
Smells like pollen
Nostrils flare and I turn away to sneeze
It's still better here
catch a ride to fetch a bagel
I don't remember you
A foggy wet dream
Streams on my pillow
But I lay on dry beds and can't relate
There are no outlines on the wall from when my body slid to catch my breath
I saw you in a daze
I turn back to the sun
and my back to the holograms of man
Waste of time we have been
And I'll never listen to my voice again
Who said that I could be broken so low?
Was not alone when they were calling my name
I've bled enough; for what, I do not know
Is this soul mirrored, now a burning flame?
That glass reflects a spirit split and torn,
A vision shattered, too pieces on the floor
Those eyes, designed to wound since I was born,
Stay wide and see the wreckage and much more—
They witnessed all I am, yet turn away,
Rejecting all the threads that spun my fate
Then shunned the truth I carry, day after day,
And sealed me in this lonely, hurting state
But still, a flicker lives, this stubborn spark,
And whispers, "Rise, though bruised, into the dark."
We are not defined by weather
For it was summers touch that fated us
We met most certainly like comets in an October sky
Unaware of love at first sight
Dimmed by the light of a blue divorce
And single parenthood of sorts
Call me you said instantly this led
To THAT season's question... Why?
Why didn't I have more children you asked
Why didn't your marriage last I wondered just as fast
For you are salt n pepper season's finest
You fancied your ex as your highness
But that season is spent
You shared you cried and then
But that she was OK
Sure as amber sun rose that day
Did I see your red heart bleed
Very uncomfortable for me
For cupid played a trick neither of us knew it...or did you?
Perhaps our two hearts
Were thrown in a pot and slow cooked all winter
I remember November's wish
You my love sent a mind kiss
A prayer because Thanksgiving was there right?
I'd see you a few times about my car's noise
Your eyes I try to avoid
But this season is too spent
Like past tuition or rent
Spring would come and I would too
If only we were in our groove
If only we could not lament
On love but just be patient and trust
We bite the apple in June
Wondering is it love in bloom
You define it as selfishness
Your list I miss despite a kiss
Was I wrong to share a view?
A fantasy that involves a zipper and you
June 1st will always be special
Juneteenth we spent together
Why did you turn away it seems
You sabotage us by blocking me
Summer is hot I feel it in vain
Wrote poems of you due to pain
If it isn't love why does it hurt?
Why be afraid of it why be a jerk?
The seasons we shared are like wine
And can only get finer in time.
I love you with the love of the Lord
Except for the touch you try to avoid
This season is curious for it is green
Full of experience that life brings
We have one truth we have a past
That sprouts new love in fresh green grass
Pot is on simmer and I can wait
For the gourmet dinner that cupid makes!
(Christine)
And in my dreams he sings to my young soul,
he is darkness, passion, lust,
and he is beautiful.
He is obsession, danger and desire,
hiding in labyrinth catacombs his disfigured face,
a scar I do not see.
He lives his shadowy existence,
feared by all
behind a mask he hides.
He is the Phantom of the Opera,
the grand Paris Opera House.
He has taught my voice to sing, sweet and strong,
while terrorizing all who care for me,
yet, I cannot resist his love.
He has created an underground palace, dazzling.
Yet, there is another who offers me romance,
he is handsome and has a quiet safety to offer me,
so, I must turn away, my love.
He is the Phantom of the Opera,
the grand Paris Opera House.
(Phantom)
Go, forget me, let me go, it is over.
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November 13, 2016
Poetry/Lyric/Tragic Love
Copyright Protected, ID 16-849-707-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Phantom Lyrics
Sponsor, The Seeker
Inspired by the song, Phantom Of The Opera(it made me weep)
and the book written by Gaston Leroux, 1910, Horror Novel
Sixth Place
They wear the name
before they wear the heart.
Their mouths speak mercy,
But their hands throw stones.
They laugh at the poor,
and call it wisdom.
They look at weakness
as entertainment.
They help you--
then ask for payment
in silence broken by shame,
in rumors louder than truth.
They tell you to pray
while they tighten the circle around you,
a group that claims holiness
while making your life feel like exile.
Their words are weapons…
never medicine,
cutting deeply
while claiming to correct.
They pray not for light,
but for your fall,
and when it comes,
they turn away as if innocent.
They post your pain without permission,
turning your wounds into content,
and your dignity into a joke.
They offer no break, no mercy,
not even in holy time!
Christmas absorbs their Bitterness,
the New Year begins without mercy.
The leader hides in shadow.
A proxy takes the seat beside you,
cups your words,
and spreads them around.
They shame you openly,
circulate your image,
and when you break your silence,
they call you Broken, Unstable, Unreal.
They judge how you spend;
the way you get by day to day,
as if belief gives them the right
to decide for you.
They Welcome you warmly
their decision is already fixed.
When you see behind the curtain,
they erase you
by turning people against you.
So tell me…
Is a good reputation always good?
Is a bad one always deserved?
Evil moves quietly,
often in prayer circles,
often behind clean images
and loud hallelujahs.
But TRUTH - does not need Noise.
Movement in the firmament
Nothing could stop the flow
What is to come, was, and will be
A part let go, out of the know
...to explore
Unity gone into creation
All of the heaven's sing in elation
...birth
The water teamed together
Bringing forth fish of all kind
Difference and beauty revealing
The wonder in LOVE's mind
...choice
It was coming, as eternity sees
The birthed would go away
Seeking to be united to self
And the Creator would have to stay
...in the dark
Matter became a wedge
Driven between the heart and mind
Hell sat itself upon the throne
And became truth to the blind
...desiring...to be.........GOD
Many worlds have passed through womb
And the God of LOVE always making room
...for growth
But now.....Right NOW
Mama God, Holy Spirit, MOTHER OF ALL THINGS LIVING
Is Revealing, Creator is LOVE
And LOVE is always giving ALL....nothing withheld....that is right and just
Do you give the secrets of intimacy to a child?
No, you provide a world for play
Do you turn away from the suffering?
NO! You give until you can give anymore, and you pray
Daddy God will answer, has answered, and will always answer
JESUS
Now, Mama can hold you...til all her tears are dried.
Written by Trudy Schrader on 06/20/2021
Who are the children
who have made their parents glad
those who are loving kindness
and turn away from bad
Who will take in the instruction
that guides ability to think
from the source of divine knowledge
like waters we must daily drink
What are the atributes
that can cause a parent joy
applications of all the virtues
and of its rightness can employ
Who will seek out justice
exacting standards in their life
in love forgive imperfections
barriers that lead to strife
Who is the greatest Teacher
mankind has ever known
millennias of the many centuries
has his wisdom daily shown
Who has provided the education
that fills all mankinds deepest need
the origin of which is endless
but starts as the smallest seed
What will be the qualities
that demonstrate a character of love
the peculiar things it features
that sets them so far above
Where can you find cultivated
practical advice you can apply
that which leads to abundant life
and not tainted with the Lie
Do you have your answers yet
why not to your father go
there are so many questions
and solutions required to know
Matt 5:43-48 & 28:20
Mark 1:22 & 6:34
John 14:23 Acts 2:42 & 18:11
Titus 2
COPYRIGHT © 2011 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
Grant me Oh Lord,
Insight, that I may see what must be seen.
Vanquish the spirit of selfishness within me.
Expel the desire for vengeance.
Make me forgiving that I may be forgiven.
Eradicate temptation to all uncleanliness.
Do not turn away from me Oh God.
Instead restore me to Thy favor.
Give me intelligence that I may understand.
Neaten the way before me that I may see clearly the path that I must take.
I know I have disappointed You Oh Lord.
Teach me Your ways that I may be pleasing in Your sight.
You alone are my God and You are all I need.
Amen