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Fear is worry that does not exist, but only in your mind. Such an odd coincidence, that I created this sickness with all the pointless worries of mine. If you are suffering about something that does not exist in real time, well that is insanity and for most of us that’s a short trip & a long ride. Not even realizing we have been self-prescribing pain and sadness because of untrue thoughts derived from a blackness, just madness. We always took the regimen of fear straight to the brain, a quick end to any roads led by faith with strength. We expected and incorrectly predicted tragedy making ourselves sick when in reality we were our own sickness. We were our own creator of a life of travesty. Didn’t even stop to analyze myself because fear made me think it was everyone else. So I hung up unwanted signs within myself and in large it spelled out: fear will never serve you well. So if you find it don’t allow it to stay. Just hang a sign that reads: Fear is not welcome to play. I have had to stay in many days to protect my mind from whatever lie I was too weak and let inside causing me to lose hours of daylight. Tossing at night over things that ultimately only existed in a frazzled state of mind. Fear is the unwanted weed grown from the inside, you are the gardener of all new growth. So it is your choice to let it grow or eliminate the dark-rooted seed before it multiplies. Fear does not exist in reality, but only in your mind.
Late at night, you can hear your parents fight,
as drunk as they were when you were conceived.
And they argue about your birth all night,
for you were not planned, and each feels deceived.
Your father says you're useless and don't try,
while your mother only wants to lay blame.
And you seldom lack a reason to cry,
feeling dejected and burdened by shame.
When you line up to get picked for a team,
you are always the last person that's left.
And it hurts so much; that you want to scream,
embarrassed that you're clumsy; not so deft.
Though you try to persevere undaunted,
you know how it feels; to be unwanted.
(Sonnet)
11/3/2015
In a world of hell, soldiers had songs they sung
Through standing in blood from bullets demonic tongue
As bombs explode, bullets whistle, its death they fight
Men fight hand to hand, through the night
A soldier alone lay huddled and frightened
To his rifle's trigger his fingers tightened
His body lay covered in smoke and mud
With death around him, stained with blood
No reason he finds for this unwanted plight
The death of every soldier until sun's light
A moment of clarity after facing death
His, the only chest left with any breath
The last man standing hard to accept
Faces of soldiers whom he'll owe a debt
A decision to face, comes to his head
As a future of memories lay ahead
A final stare at the mass of crumpled dead
This pile of friends where lifeless lives go unsaid
A crackling laughter from this vision he won't forget
Lets out a scream, falls on the point of his bayonet
9/6/16
contest Poem Ending with a 'Chilling Twist
Soon enough my days will be drear
Soon enough death will hover near
Soon enough joy will bow to fear
Soon enough the unwanted tear
Don’t begrudge me these happy days
When all is right, heart full praise
When I dance in euphoric craze
When path seems clear and not a maze
Soon enough happy eyes will weep
Soon enough dread will round me creep
Soon enough bile in me will seep
Soon enough I’ll sink in too deep
For now please let me dance and sing
Let me soar high on eagle wing
Let love songs joy to my heart bring
Let sweet dreams sooth this awful sting
Soon enough pain will close the door
Soon enough eyes will smile no more
Soon enough I'll ask what life's for
Soon enough pain will be in store
Please let me love…laugh… sing…and dance
Soon enough, dear, I’ll lose this chance.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
when I looked into this Childs eyes
I saw the hurt, the pain, and I began to cry.
it was a house of despair
the homeless and unwanted children
all lived there.
all their lives they searched for love
and a place to live
so much love they had to give.
all they wanted or needed
was a loving family.
is this too much to ask from you or me?
how can we go to bed, when they
have no place to rest their heads.
how can we expect these children to survive
when we turn our backs
and close our eyes.
I heard adults say: why should I shed a tear
for a child I did not conceive.
why should I be the one to bereave.
do we still not cry for the death of CHRIST?
he was conceived by another.
wouldn't you be proud
to have been his father or mother?
GOD put all these children on this earth
more than gold I think they; re worth.
let's get them out of that house of despair
and show them all that we do care.
a little step goes a long way
and it'll be done day by day.
Louis rams
Alone,
the television muted
Thoughts float about on
shadowed wings
Faces with moving mouths appear,
nothing is heard
My mind collects itself,
slanted views
Trading happiness for solitude,
beneath spinning blades
Not sharp,
but constant like minutes
Time teaches unwanted lessons
erasing chalkboards and creating dust
There is a moon, I have seen it,
felt it, reached out to touch it
It lit your face
and I knew from that moment...
why
Who cares what color they say is in,
black is here in the silence
It flows effortlessly like satin,
stitched in memories and dreams
It tints the windows reflecting truth
Showing what has become,
glassed over situations
Blocking the moonlght,
shuttering desires
Burlap trajectories crashing
beyond the horizon
Fabricated realities for those awake
or those
alone
There is a moon, I have seen it
Then it was gone
My inner person desires and seeks
innovative words softer than roses,
lovelier than the skies of spring, louder that the voice of Moses...
then see me anxiously run when the cathedral's bell rings!
My inner person needs serenity more than a friend,
the peace that God created along with His infinite universe;
how blissful is the day coming to a peaceful end,
to admire the fireflies engaging in streaks of luminescence!
My inner person is not obliged in any way
to please others other than the One who is mindful of me;
doesn't obedience and trust in Him bring elation?
Many are too wretched and faithless to deserve His compassion!
My inner person is the robin's song which welcomes spring,
and we both are the early risers to discover a dazzling morning...
emerging from a sea where sunrays encroach upon its rippled waves,
as the gulls' shrills rent the stillness to subdue any unwanted elusiveness.
In every pairing there is always the chance
Of mutation, pushing forward
Or genetically thrown back
To something now dormant
But still timelessly valuable,
Unintended consequences of evolution
Unlikely and even unwanted.
After all times change, values change
Yet human nature remains the same.
Every time someone is wronged
Murdered, assaulted, abused and cheated
Of course there are victims
And of course the fear/hate of revenge
Retribution and justice is stirred up,
But also in every harm is an opportunity
For insight and compassion
And true compassion embraces all.
Perhaps the greatest insight
Is that love, not hate, is foundational to Life.
And love is more mysterious and profound
And yet immediate and knowable
Than we can ever know.
In every act, loving or hateful,
There is a chance to see the play of Life unfolding.
(10/11/25)
A blessed eternal soul
By Michelle Morris
14/03/2023
Face the fears that hold you back
Feel the power within your veins
You are fashioned from blood and bone
You are moulded by God's Holy Spirit
Any time you feel unworthy
Unwanted by this world
Remember that the Light is too bright
For the Dark and the demons
You are made from starlight
And stardust in the Universe
A unique soul and essence
That God wanted to see glow
You were set free from the cradle
To explore infinite possibilities
You have choice and power
You are essential to the Universe
Nothing in existence
Will ever be exactly you
Nothing can ever replace
Everything you say and do
You are powerful and regal
You are fierce and mighty
You are creative and beautiful
You are wonderful and beloved
Face the fears that hold you back
Have faith in God and His angelic realm
You are greater than your body
You are a blessed eternal soul
© Michelle Morris, 2023
Humankind's quest for be bereavement memorials has no bounds.
Headstone or brass plaques used to suffice,
Hidden away in grave yards and draws of ashes on walls.
But now crosses and plaques litter the roadsides,
Like a strange form of offensive graffiti to mark
Where drivers have fallen and been slain in the driving campaign.
Upfront and in your face these unauthorized crude memorials
Add unwanted crosses and bunches of fake flowers, to the weeds and litter on roadsides.
Now the pristine face of man in the moon,
Admired and loved by countless generations of folk,
Is to be littered and trashed by human cremated remains.
Send by 'Moon Express' rocket from Cape Canaveral, no less.
To be left as permanent firmament memorials to humans who want their remains
left in space, in the heavens above, in the eye of man in the moon.
For everyone on earth to be forced to see, like drivers forced to see crosses on highways.
Such pollution, graffiti and litter add to the footprints and spacecraft junk
Left to deface the pristine, much loved and cherished face of man in the moon.
For heavens sake, is there no bounds to human depravity!