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A new dawn,
Unveiled hopes and surreal ecstatic.
The smiles on their faces,
Heralded news,
The folks were delighted.
It was worth every ounce of struggle.
Though, a dilemma.
Afraid of separation.
Yet, desperate to experience the journey.
The ambience compelled me.
I was finally seen off,
I was on a voyage to satisfy nature's balance.
Now I learned the way of flying.
They had fed me once, now the tables had turned.
The man I was had been called a coward.
They celebrated my bravery now.
Decorated badges shone and made them proud.
I lost one and two things to earn it.
Was it really worth it?
The grasp of my anxiety grew.
On a bright sunny day,
I was summoned by a great war.
The fallen heroes' cries haunted me,
They never let me close my eye.
Though I dodged death,
My mates did not.
When consciousness returned.
A stream of blood filled my sight.
Decapitated bodies, blasted arms,
Eyes bulging out of their sockets,
The fallen were the luckiest.
One who lived was burning in hell.
Men begged me to put an end to their agony.
Our eyes shed blood,
Tears dried out.
I wished to shoot my brains out too.
The nefarious haunted site was too much to bear.
"I couldn't" I cried ....
A bullet shell dropped beside me.
I had killed my own man, or had I helped him?
His heart wide opened, and my shank.
My shin mangled, my eardrums burst.
"Medic! Medic! Medic!"
A few men rushed and took me away.
I only saw them talking but heard no word.
Certainly they would cut it.
The pain fainted me right away.
A chunk of metal cost me a leg.
What would a hurt man do?
Run away to his folks.
So did I.
The smile on their faces now faded.
They hardly talked about their dream again.
Blames encompassed a loop.
Still celebrated as a hero.
The shell-shock and vivid imagery of the war,
Ran through my mind every now and then.
I never slept again.
Trapped inside a war I had never waged.
It had now changed my periphery of life.
I despised it.
The fallen were the luckiest.
I couldn't even stand on my own.
I barely opened my mouth, only to be fed.
There it hangs, my greatest achievement,
So the folks claimed.
Why did I live in guilt then?
Was it to hide my sins,
Or to make me feel proud?
The barrage of questions and bullets,
Never left my conscience.
I may have quit the war,
It still ran inside my head.
I brushed the fabric black fields
of heaven, ripping, a sliver of time
flashed lightning and unveiled
the universe speaking in one voice
With numbing relief I softly run
my fingers cross the firmament
feeling moments ripple in tune
with the song ringing in my bones
I sing with agony and pain
my only voice, I breathe in
bubbles of pure white light
but gasp with a tongue of hope
conversing in unspoken history
I can now carelessly stroll
cutting a swath through sheer will,
across memories rhymed to repeat
I softly tread filling my spirit
with the elation of joy and love
In memory ...
I look back at my footprints
wondering at the million moments
that will vanish on my last sigh
magnetic I gravitate to eternity
And now hands cross my face
as a second counted milli’s,
final gasps are heard in sleep
moaning in tune with the ache
Underneath tomorrow lays forever
trilling for my return to the fold
and collecting stars in my basket
I make stardust as your eyes stroll
My darlings,
You cannot follow
where I have to go
I love you into forever
it will always be so
With the standing greys
my spirit will shortly fly to rest
to see the face of the most holy
I will rest on a white doves breast
I am tired, so tired, I unravel undone
tumbling on forwards
paper fibrils flutter
I've now felt rapture in release,
I am numb and broken in body
falling forever into the night
my eyes are always blurred
as the dawn mourns its sight
reaching out of the dark of the vale
I will find my place in God’s Grace
under relief an earthquake will shake
I already miss your gorgeous face
with a last sigh I am unlaced ...
Bear a Barren Burden with a Bravery-believing Soul,
Beautiful you…
Nestled inside my excruciatingly exciting noggin
You told me recently I’m not burdensome
Bristled in my imagination
Is your kisses and embraces so handsome
In the end, pretending I don’t exist
Won’t make me that excited,
But will exit the feelings into the numb mist
You came out of nowhere uninvited
Haunted by the voices in my head
Taunted by the words you have said
Repeated sayings stuck on reverse…
Broken records of a nightly curse
Invested in you for so long…whether I’m right or wrong
You told me long ago I’m not burdensome
I’m a lullaby without a tune — a soulful, shameless song
Pretending I don’t exist
Won’t make me that excited,
But will exit the feelings into the numb mist
You came out of nowhere uninvited
Haunted by the voices in my head
Taunted by the words you have said
Repeated sayings stuck on reverse…
Broken records of a nightly curse
Longing for an unveiled heart-sight
Belonging in your arms tonight
Our dialect of love fills me up with all my might
Flowery pedals — so passionate, so powerful that it takes flight
Pretending I don’t exist
Won’t make me that excited,
But will exit the feelings into the numb mist
You came out of nowhere uninvited
Haunted by the voices in my head
Taunted by the words you have said
Repeated sayings stuck on reverse…
Broken records of a nightly curse
You told me sincerely and suddenly
I’m not a burdensome man of endless sin
I told you pretty intensely and fearlessly
You’re my kind of handsome human
Every person has experienced things that affect them profoundly, whether good or bad. It is my hope that you will overcome any challenges and unveil a stronger, happier you. My symbol for this unique transformation is the unicorn... Although maybe it should be a phoenix. Blessings, love and light.
She unveiled
By Michelle Morris
16/04/2020
She unveiled her new life,
Full of brightness,
Joy and light;
Not a care anymore
Had she -
All troubles and strife
Were history.
She unveiled her new heart,
Full of openness and hope;
No hidden rooms
Of pain;
No more sorrow or shame.
She unveiled her new soul,
Full of angelic flames;
Only passion and love
And faith were
Allowed to remain.
© Michelle Morris, 2020
When I plumb the depths of my throbbing heart
All great moments before my eyes dart
The good and bad ones I lived through
The sweet and sour moments, quite a few.
Life can’t always be a smooth ride through time.
Sometimes it is raucous but can also sweetly rhyme.
Don’t know which memories in mind will forever be ingrained
Nor what precious moments through life are gained.
In the winding course of life, sometimes we feel blest.
And some moments stand out more than the rest.
One such moment was the time I knew God’s love.
When into great serenity and peace, me, He drove.
Gently I tip toed into a cloistered chapel through the rear entrance.
The serenity there was so overwhelming that I fell into a trance.
There was nothing of grandeur to arrest the eyes, save a crucifix.
It was hung on the bare wall made of unplastered red bricks.
As I stood with hands folded, nothing did I see,
But a gentle whisper I heard, filling me with a rare glee.
A riot of colors and gorgeous spires soon emerged,
Legions of angels sweetly sang and my soul was purged.
Seraphs lined up with bugles in hand as I stood at Heaven’s gate.
Don’t know how long I got lost in that blissful state.
I felt a slice of paradise unveiled before me; a sight never beheld.
A rare peace filled me and my heart in sheer joy swelled.
Pleasant was the sensation that replenished the soul.
Deep it was and deeper than ever, filling me whole.
Sucked to the fill, the peace and quietude that exuded.
Lay afloat in the joy that welled, from all pain felt secluded.
It was a feel too deep, more appealing than all the riches,
I felt instantly liberated from all bondages and glitches.
Trapping that celestial feel and wrapped in heavenly grace,
I stepped out with a vow that my wicked ways I shall renounce.
The light He gave me that day never fails to lead.
His mercy supplies me with all that I need.
With Him, how safe and secure I feel inside.
He is now recognized as my life’s greatest guide!
1. Surface,
respect,
and record current health beliefs,
valid and invalid,
useless and useful.
2. Ask "Do these mental models help us make the health we want
right now?"
Are they optimally effective,
integral,
mutually resonant?
3. Stimulate alternative,
diverse,
polypathic views about health experience past,
present,
future projected.
4. Develop a wealthy vision of what communion you want now
by integrating mental health models
supporting optimal future wealth
of cooperativity--
mental and physical,
spiritual and natural,
emotional and rational,
inductive and deductive,
theological and ecological.
5. Conduct, and learn from,
health dependent/wealth independent experiments,
competitive Win/Lose
Cause/Effect research,
and health-primary/wealth-secondary value maps
cooperative Win/Win cause-effect models
surfacing health/wealth intent,
respecting secular/sacred practices--
cooperative
transparent
vulnerable
intimate empowering communication strings
ego/eco-enlightening.
Extra health/wealth credits:
Invest year-end time revisiting validity
and utility
of personal
and familial identity models.
During Christmas Dinner,
Who are you?
Who are we together and apart,
both healthy and not quite so much?
What are the most significant secular and sacred events
of your life, so far?
Which of these ecstatically happened to you
more than you carefully planned to facilitate their unfolding?
And which unveiled themselves
enchantingly vice versa,
planned by self with others
for your mutually wealthy nutritional experience?
And which seem to transcend any competing,
distinguishable ecstatic Source,
sacred or otherwise?
What future plans do you expect to implement
on behalf of your self
and other's healthy wealth
of significant cooperative developing futures?
For compassion,
wealth of nutritional wisdom
mutually given and received.
What communion of healthy friendship do you most anticipate
with all EarthTribes,
all ZeroZone Souls past,
and not yet born,
and not yet full health reborn,
not at all unlike your enchanting healthcare optimizing self?
Journeying into love as non-competing
non-violent peace
fulfilling healthy secular/sacred
left/right bicameral holonic integrity.
As cooler air replaces summer's heat,
Unbridled joy bursts forth so sweet.
Truly autumn is a wondrous time of year,
Ushering in cool breezes and warm cheer.
Metamorphosis turns green leaves to red and gold,
Nature's lush palette unveiled for all to behold.
Dancing leaves twirl hither and thither to the ground,
Enchanting us with their waltzes as they go round.
Little children form them into piles, then jump in.
Innocent, carefree fun reminds us when,
Growing up we once played the same as they,
Helter skelter, tossing, crunching leaves all day.
Truly autumn is my favorite season of them all.
Kim Merryman
9/3/2012
I. Birth
From unknown depths, I'm tenderly born,
Seeking truths unshown, my quest begins,
In dreams, I embrace life's tangled sin,
A soul's journey, as time is torn.
II. Love's Embrace
In love's solace, we find our respite,
Hearts entwined, conquering mountains steep,
A haven built where souls forever keep,
Embracing love's seasons, day and night.
III. Echoes of Pain
Within these veins, echoes of my plight,
Scars and lessons, strength I attain,
Mending pieces, healing others' pain,
Resilience burning, love's eternal light.
IV. Dreams Unveiled
In dreams, my spirit takes ethereal flight,
Beyond mortal confines, truth's grand design,
A glimpse of stars in darkness they align,
In dream's elixir, eternal delight.
V. Time's Surrender
In time's embrace, peace finds its place,
Moments pass, heartbeats draw me near,
Surrendering, joy's essence is clear,
A fragile tapestry, life's eternal grace.
VI. Wisdom's Well
From life's wellspring, wisdom's grace flows,
Lessons learned, guiding my inner guide,
Strength to face challenges, not hide,
Growing wiser, a journey that bestows.
VII. Serenade of Silence
In silence's embrace, reprieve unfolds,
A sanctuary for my weary soul,
Whispers of the universe, stories untold,
Stillness reveals truths yet untold.
VIII. Timeless Legacy
As time's symphony nears its finale,
I stand, fate's precipice at my feet,
A life's legacy, love's eternal beat,
Imprinted on hearts, forever rally.
In the labyrinth of thoughts where shadows dance with echoes of forgotten liberties,
Where the moon casts its silver veil upon the silent watchers of the night,
He wanders, a soul lost in the sea of melancholy, a dreamer adrift in the waves of time,
Contemplating the chains that bind him, the unseen hands that guide his every step,
Through the winding corridors of his consciousness.
To be governed is to be enveloped in an invisible web of surveillance,
To be watched over by eyes that see but do not understand,
To be inspected, spied on, by men who claim authority without wisdom,
Directed and legislated by those who know neither justice nor compassion,
A puppet in the grand theater of control, where the strings are pulled by unseen hands.
He feels the weight of regulation, the suffocating grip of arbitrary rules,
Every action recorded, every thought indoctrinated,
Preached to by voices that echo in the chambers of his mind,
Controlled and assessed, weighed and censored,
By those who neither have the right nor the virtue to judge.
In the stillness of the night, when the world is draped in silence,
He meditates on the paradox of freedom, the illusion of autonomy,
A solitary wanderer painting his sorrows on the canvas of the dark,
With the ink of disillusionment, the brush of despair,
Each stroke a testament to the invisible chains that bind him,
Each line a whisper of the dreams that once soared free.
Yet, in this desolate landscape of control and surveillance,
He finds a strange, twisted beauty, a haunting melody in oppression,
A tragic grace in the decay of liberty,
And he wonders, as he wanders through the labyrinth of his mind,
If perhaps, in this melancholy, there lies a hidden truth,
A secret yet to be unveiled, a key to the chains that bind.
For in the depths of night, where shadows reign supreme,
And the moon's silver whispers weave their tales,
He is but a dreamer, a soul seeking the light of true freedom,
In a world where governance is but a shadow,
An echo of what could be, and the haunting melody of what is lost.
One day, one day the truth shall set us free
Those cunningly told lies will be revealed
Men’s scarred characters shall be unveiled
It will be brought to the surface for all to hear and see.
On the day, the truth will shine like the morning light
Suppression and torment will be exposed and revealed
The world will see the truth, and justice will be healed
Unveiling deception, bringing darkness to flight
Night’s darkness will give way to day’s light
It will shine brightly once again, surely
To those dark rooms, corners and that alley
As all unanswered questions be put right.
Those who cried bitter tears in vain
Who were continuously tortured
Left to die, forgotten and ignored
Will be uplifted from their endless pain.
Those who once walked with a yoke of shame
Will walk with their heads held up high and tall
And their bent backs put upright, free from fall
As their slandered characters gets a new name.
Winter’s coldness will finally be proceeded by summer’s warmth
To unfreeze those endless disappointments and confusion
Liberate slavery hands of man chained in misperception
And their neglected cries, cried from their depth.
What was deceivingly known to man, as is
Will be disclosed as otherwise
As reality sprouts out and rise
To yield pure facts in splendid bliss.