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Some things aren't meant to be
no matter how well they fit the picture
or complete the puzzle
The world works in mysterious ways
In ways that sometimes
we won't understand
But remember there's always a lesson
Things happen for a reason
For a better version of ourselves to be established
To open ourselves to new perspectives
To remind ourselves that love
isn't meant to be perfect or to last forever
it's meant to break us,tear us apart
until we can longer be teared.
Make us cry,beg,make us feel like nothing this exquisite
will ever come our way again.
And that's the point
To have a spoonful of how love is suppose to be
That way we're prepared for the right one
Some people walk into our lives and
show us this and they make it feel like the right one
and you might think a love like this will never exist again
But it will ,And it will be twice as beautiful ,twice as charming
And as I will forever be a hopeless romantic...
T.H
Table of The Scribed
Only of the true muse in mind,
Being a he or she?
Can scribe of the darknesses they feel,
Being it told, indeed.
Being this breed of spirits,
Sitting at the Abysses table, take heed!
For that's the table of the;
Devils and Gods,
We are the tellers;
For we are the scribes.
Take up thy quill;
Quick hurry,
Put it in your hand?
Write down the scribes of;
Phraseology, terminology,
They're many forms in their styles!
Am I sure they will understand?
I am learning all the while;
Understand these words
Even the symbolic,
Are they written too absurd?
Revised Edition; September 06, 2021, 4:33 PM (EST)
Dear Santa,
I want to ask you for something VERY special this year - I know it's going to
be hard for you, so please don't feel bad if you can't ... you have SO much to
do, and I'll understand if you're too busy, but I'd like to have my Christmas a
little EARLY this year ... please? You see, I have cancer, and the doctors told
Mommy and Daddy that I won't be here for Christmas, so could you come a
little early this year, and bring them something nice? I don't need anything, but
I want my folks and little sister to have a happy Christmas ... please? I promise
I'll leave your favorite cookies and milk. OK, Santa? I've been good this year!
Love,
Ezzy Burch
* FIFTH PLACE in the "Dear Santa, I Want" Poetry Contest, Kevin Shaw, Sponsor. *
Times like these
are not times like those;
what lies in the future
only God knows.
What a silly thing, that is
to pray to the sky;
to cry into your palms
until your eyes dry.
You wouldn't believe in God
if you were me, too;
the years I begged for relief
just for the pain to pursue.
I understand he doesn't heal,
that bad things happen to all,
but I was a young child
who needed my suffering to fall.
I begged him for mercy,
plead for some air;
don't tell me there is someone
listening up there.
Go ahead, keep doing your thing;
talking to the clouds.
Maybe peace is something
you will be allowed.
Okay I can live with this I think
And I do for a week or so.
Months later I am not as grateful about things
Or as gracious about shingles
A year later, and it is still bothering me
Now a year and a half.
I have stopped asking God why
Because I think I understand
What He hands me is for Him to know
And what He hands me is usually something I need
Somewhere down the road so I can help others.
He has never given me anything I have not used.
I can live with this, I think.
Because it is an experience I need
to help me help someone else
This is what He has given onto my heart
And so I carry on, with gratitude and love.
I have called I’ve pleaded I’ve even written
Yet you’ve never conceded and were even smitten
I showed you every aspect and neglected no detail
But in your continual neglect all my attempts fail
No matter what I’ve done or how hard I tried
You would only turn and run in seeking a place to hide
Every time I would follow and try to seek you out
But it has all rung hollow as you are still filled with doubt
But even as I walk away I do not leave you behind
For I still pray that one day it’s the Lord you will find
I am asking you for nothing and expecting the same
But when the final bell does ring that will be such shame
Walk in peace my dear friend as we now part ways
For there shall be no end to my Godly praise
I’ve done all I can do for you as it is not for me to understand
Why can’t you just see what is true as His Mercy is so grand
Psalms 86:13
For great is thy mercy toward me:
and thou hast delivered my soul from the lowest hell.
Weeping Demon
Beautiful old and magnetic antic cemetery
So nice, old, silent walk. Old monuments
Names. Dates. Old stones. Old cards
Hmm. Just walk on the path. I walked. Sad
Yeah. This way. In life. In my alone
Just walk. Emptiness. Deeply in the land
A cemetery. Love of death. Dark wine
Of my life. My soul here smells like
Graveyard. Tombstones life cards
I am just watching them. Old friends
Hmm. Or I'm laughing at life. Is this?
Stones, monuments are dancing
Just dancing around me. Lives of death
I don’t know my life. Mortal? Immortal?
Still alive? Or just walking dead? Hmm
“Hmm. You are not alone”, said a voice.
A deep, metallic, like ore, a friendly, sad voice.
I turned around to find the origin of this sound.
A demon sat on an old, beautiful gravestone
A man. A demon man. Around four meters high
Wise, aristocratic, noble old face. Sad wings
Unearthly gaze, all-seeing eyes. Demonic intelligence
“Yes, your fate is not a serial case.”, he said
“Nice to meet you. Why are you saying this?, I asked
“Because I am immortal. And your sad life is my all the time.
I live here always, in this cemetery; the human world is not my life.”
He answered. He just cried and cried. I had a wine in my bag
I always keep a wine when I am walking. We drank together
We toasted. The glasses were cemetery vases. Blood wine
Hmm. Reel blood. Oporto. My grandfather has this grape
Oh, yes. I loved. I like this wine. My grandfather made wine
We drank in this English cemetery the memory of this blood
Demon said, “ I love this noble wine. Good friend.” Oh, yes
I love to remember my grandfather. “ He was a good man.”
Demon said. Hmm. Yes. But he is in another cemetery.
“Not here. In Hungary. Then you visit Hungary. Flower. Please.”
I will do. I said. “Okay.” I don’t understand this friendship
A good, hearty demon. And I. “Look, we can’t accept humans.”
“Are you a human?”
“Look for that.”
“Bodily”
“Soul
Is
Demon
Like”
I am
Laughing
Smiling
Now
Demon
Is
Heart
The first time we met
Was the day I knew you were the one to get
My first Jack Russell Parson Terrier
Was coming home without a carrier So small and plump
Holding you firmly so you couldn’t jump
Feisty and full of energy
I knew then you would bring us wonderful memories
Our walks together
I will always treasure
Your strong presence
Showed your wittiness for independence
How you never wavered
Your might and will both tailored
Giving me your paw
Showing me you’re smarter than before
Hearing your mighty bark
Would of called the entire animal kingdom to the ark
Playing with your soccer ball
Displaying the skills of a professional on team Nepal
With all your might in your heart
Helping us to understand the importance
of a restart
Your determination
Your life
Will always remain the greatest gift
that forever shines on
so bright
~October 08, 2008 - June 15, 2024~
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[Verse 1]
You came by when the world got too loud,
Eyes like rain, voice full of doubt.
I didn’t ask — I just stayed,
Held your silence like it had something to say.
But I was always the place you’d land,
Not the one you’d ever understand.
[Chorus]
And love… real love doesn’t hide,
Doesn’t knock just when it’s cold outside.
I didn’t know what I was missing,
Till you came looking.
[Verse 2]
You wandered off when the clouds cleared,
Chasing light, chasing anything near.
I stayed… thinking that meant something,
But I was only your quiet ending.
And love… it’s not a place to fall,
Not a rescue line you only call.
I didn’t see what I was missing,
Till you came looking.
[Bridge]
When you came, I was already gone,
I found someone who came just to come along.
No fixing, no saving, no disguise,
Just standing with me, eyes to eyes.
[Final Chorus]
And love… real love doesn’t hide,
Doesn’t knock just when the night collides.
I finally saw what I was missing,
And I was gone… when you came looking.
A genuine concern that is poorly expressed
I heard her speak of him as she made light
of his emotions and feelings for the woman he
wished to marry.
Her need for attention, showed when we noticed
the way she would change her voice often during
mid conversation
pronouncing words quite faddish, instead of speak
crisp and clear like normal people
I could see her singing and doing this
but it was neither attractive or influential
yet on the other hand I fully respected the opinions
but the lack of boundaries allowed
my disrespect for her to form the relationship
dynamic ought to consist of two
centered by there willingness to be together
Maybe it's our culture which makes it more
difficult
to be valued in a well centered relationship
or might it be my lack of understanding that causes
me as an outsider to seem foolish and not
be able to understand
is due to the misguided reasonings of ones need to
understand
Stearing off into the distance
concousis might they see beyond
there own rhealm of understanding
then might I to be able to understand
Conversations with Dizi:Erhu: and Suonaa
The Origins of there relationship were
based on a distorded beleif
on her first date she refused him
but Hirsay overhearing them
desided to bed the
Mister and became pregant.
The other married him only
to refuse him were he
could be lonsome and needing
there he would seek other women
to make love to. The wife once put a
bounty on a woman who refused to
play that game with them.
Ten thousand gold coins to person
who would bring the hair
of the harlot
she spoke.
It's beleived she used the hair
to make a pillow
the pillow she used
when she became pregant by her husbands brother
they tricked him into
thinking
the child was his