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A very dark place, this secret, secret place
Where all troubles hide and fears you never face
An empty lonely feeling, lost in outter space
Where memories are forgotten and reality is erased
A place with no warmth, it's so very, very cold
Where the only thing to believe are the lies already told
The Devil's Marketplace where Souls are being sold
Where everything is taken so theirs nothing left to hold
A place that's so lonely and left to be alone
Where emptiness meets sorrow in their new unhappy home
A place void of life, an inescapable cell of stone
Where everything you once knew has now become unknown
He was always dressed in fashion
And as he walked down the street
Not many people noticed
That he’d got both left feet
He wore wide flared long trousers
Boots with very square toed ends
They caught on in clubs
The latest fashion trend
He could have had many lovers
He’d never ever have to beg
But he was conscious of
Also having two left legs.
When he’d put his human suit on
Just before he’d left his little ship
He’d not really bothered
It fitted badly at one hip
It was the first time he’d worn it
His first visit to the human race
And he was far too busy
Admiring his human face
He had to adopt very dark glasses
When he’d found to his surprise
Very few of the natives
Had different hued eyes
And he wasn’t being really very picky
After all he was just a very junior erk
But he did think it bad
One arm didn’t work.
It was an ill prepared mission really
But he stuck it for a full earth week
Only giving up when he
Found he couldn’t speak
It was poorest of mission preparations
Couldn’t be really classed as bad luck
That the human race
Really didn’t cluck
So they forged all the reports
Lied for all they were worth
Nothing worth having
From the Planet Earth
Then they’d hidden in the asteroid belt
Watching hot films he’d stolen in Rome
Until it was that time
To proceed back home
They’d received a hero’s welcome
Reception with a large brass band
And were declared
Heroes of the land
Because of that stupidity
We have the currrent situation
Where Earth remains a backwater
Not joined the Galactic Federation
The poem below mirrors the tribute featured in the video (click the YouTube tab above to view). It was created by a dear friend — a poet, musician, and video artist — who walked through a very dark time and, through grace, found his way back.
The video is more than just a song — it’s a story of survival and soul. I encourage you to watch it all the way to the end and, if you feel moved, explore the YouTube comments — you may even recognize a few voices from this very community.
If you think it might help someone, consider sharing.
Sometimes, a single song can reach a person right when they need it most.
Divine Intervention
Not just words sent soaring to the sky
it’s a linking bridge between a soul’s quiet cry.
Resounding to places we are yet to see,
Carrying courage where it’s needed to be.
Affirmations don’t require ego’s exactness,
Whispered, or spoken aloud in respected reverence
Only love can break barriers to enter with grace,
On a sacred thread through the Cosmic Space
It shifts something deep within this spirit of mine.
It doesn't twist fate or dim the light that shines
‘Cause Intervention intercedes guiding The Sign
Inducing sense of purpose in The Grand Design
Feeling low, nowhere to go
Feeling sad, feeling mad
Feeling nothing, cold as ice
Feeling something, but it's not nice
Thoughts all through my head
The main one wishing I was dead
Hand to the wall, to feel something different
Felling anything but relevant
Music playing, no joy there
Just sat with a cold dark stare
Body shaking, can't make it stop
So emotional I think I might pop
Want to speak, no words come out
Hearing voices, it won't stop
Everyday getting worse
I wish I could put this in reverse
Feeling nothing, feeling something
I just want to feel one thing
Cannot cry, cannot laugh
This is leading down a very dark path
Not much to do, not much to say
I just want to wish the pain away
I'm sorry I'm who iv become
In my mirror their is no one
Feeling low, feeling slow
Feeling iv got nowhere to go
Feeling nothing, cold as ice
At risk right now is my life
Once upon a time in a very dark and dreary, creepy, place where the wind was howling through the black trees,
And the branches looked like swords and machetes, I was sitting with my 5 year-old-daughter Susie, if you please.
We were seated in a mini-station-wagon, at a dark and dreary train station waiting for Daddy to arrive on the commuter train, scheduled for 5:03.
If you know me, you know I can be a little impulsive, so on this night, I decided to do something creepy, but what would it be?
Immediately knowing, I turned to my 5-year-old daughter and yelled "BOO!" right in her face, silly 32 year old me.
Susie did not scream. She did not jump. She merely punched me as hard as I have ever been punched in my nose, a bleed.
I was laugh-crying now. Crying because my nose felt like it had been hit by a semi, laughing at my own stupidity.
Susie felt very sorry for me and kept apologizing over and over. I told her not to worry, I deserved it, me being me.
I had a black and blue nose for awhile, but even after
that faded away, I knew that Susie was assertive to a T.
I was so proud of the fact that I had raised a daughter who did not take any idiocy from anyone, including me.
It's very, very cold and very, very dark.
Slow breaths of Pluto's bark are coming in,
Barking to alert Earthlings of imminent change,
Signs of a paradigm shift now,
Things are beginning to feel strange.
It's happening now, right now, believe it or not.
One should be prudent to make sure their work is not slipshod.
So buckle your seat belt and get ready.
It's moving slowly, but it's coming in steadily.
Whether you're ready or not,
It's happening right now for the unlearned and the taught.
Light of Transcendence
From the Light of the Teacher
A peculiar transit
Moving into Aquarius, where it will sit for a while,
Pluto is transforming life on Earth in an innovative, unpredictable style.
MR. WILLIAMS FACT OR FICTION
Werewolves, we talked about them a lot when
We were young,
Thrill seekers, especially when boarders at school,
Is when it begun!
We would wait till the nuns were fast asleep
And snoring,
Before, we crept out the front door with a torch,
The rain was pouring!
There were 6 of us, the same ones that began
The peanut butter strike,
We were all adventurous, all from Zambia,
Close friends and very alike!
It was pitch dark when we reached where
The school classrooms were,
Not a sound did we make, sneakers we wore
So we would nobody stir.
Suddenly a classroom door opened and a strange
High pitched howl we heard,
Thought a dog had accidentally been locked up,
The atmosphere was very dark and blurred.
We shone our torch and saw a handsome young man,
Slowly shape-shift and become
A beautiful silver blue wolf, we could sense he did
Not want to run!
Was this a dream, a nightmare or was what we saw
For real, why were we not scared?
He walked towards us and dropped a paper at our feet,
His nostrils were flared.
His eyes became liquid when he looked each one of us
In the eye, our hearts stirred,
We recognized something about this wolf, familiar yet
Authoritative, but he obviously cared!
He ran off and disappeared out of sight, we waited awhile
But he didn’t return,
We picked up the paper and shone
Our torch down at it, we nearly
Collapsed, we didn’t want this incredible
Magic moment to disappear,
Our Maths results stared up at us, this wolf was our
Math's teacher, that’s why we felt no fear,
It seems it was destined for him to let us know that
He, Mr Williams, who we would see tomorrow,
In class, was a human shape shifting soul, who felt he
Needed to share his secret, he
Wanted to be our friend,
This was the message he was desperate to send!
We saw him in class the next day,
But now saw him, in an awesome kind of way!
Congratulations he said,
To the six who passed their math's exam so well,
We all imagine we see things Mr Williams said,
Completely out of the blue,
As long as we never tell!
He was standing there alone on the bridge
He must have been about twelve years old.
I asked, "What are you doing here, lad?
It's very dark and kind of cold."
"I'm not supposed to be out this late at night
But my mom and dad are having a fight
So I'm on this bridge and I don't know why
Seems like all I do anymore is cry.
You don't know what it's like
To hear the shouting every day
I love my mom and dad
But they say things they shouldn't say
I have a sister and a little brother
And we are only learning how to hurt each other.
If I was granted any wish that I could think of
All I would want is a home filled with love
Maybe my mom and dad could find it in their heart
To forgive each other and make a brand new start
Then our lives would be like they should be
And I could dump these feelings that are haunting me
Thanks, mister for listening to me talk
Can you give me a ride home. I'm afraid to walk
If you hadn't stopped, I wouldn't have seen daylight
You see, I was going to jump off that bridge tonight."
Sometimes a kind word or just listening for a few moments can make a
difference in someone's life.
I woke up this morning
To a very dark, gray day
And the aches and pains
That I wished would go away
It's dark and it's cold
And everything is wet
All day I've been wondering
"Is it bedtime yet?"
I know the rain
Helps the flowers grow,
The earth needs the rain to live
This I know
But when I sit up in bed
When I wake
A creak and a moan
Are the noises I make.
Sometimes I cry
When the pain gets real bad
Sometimes I cry "why me?"
Sometimes it makes me mad
I know this is all part
Of God's plan
Who am I to question
The motives of this Man?
I may shed a few tears
As I get through this day
With God, Jesus Christ and the Holy Spirit
With me, I pray
The earths pressure changes
With each passing storm
Some, like me, can feel it
Sometimes it makes me squirm.
Sometimes I swell
And my bones'll break
Sometimes I wonder
"How much more can I take?"
Then the clouds'll open
Before too long
The sun will shine
The birds will sing their song
Time goes on
And back comes the rain
And coming with it
Will be the pain
And I will do
What I usually do
And that is pray for God
To help me through.
-11/13/2018
I want you to close your eyes and squeeze them shut tight
Now try to imagine you are in a forest all alone at night
It is very dark and this is a place you do not know. You want to get out of this forest, but which way will you go
Will you stay where you are and sit down on the ground hoping that by some miracle you might be found
Would you walk forward, looking for the way out, and as you are walking,
would you scream and shout
You might look to the sky and try to work out where you might be,
but there are clouds and the stars you cannot see
Keeping your eyes closed, you must work out your plight. Remember you in a dark, strange forest all alone at night
Now your brain is confused and crying in despair. How did this happen to me? And what am I doing there
You have walked for hours now, you are tired and broken-hearted, and you have not walked anywhere; you are right back where you started
Your eyes are shut tight and in the dark forest you remain how would you get out of this place I will ask you once again
Ok I will help you out of the forest by giving you a clue. There is only one way out of your forest. This is what you must do
First remember this is not real and here is the big surprise: to escape from your dark forest, you only have to open your eyes.
YOU CONTROL WHAT HAPPENS IN YOUR LIFE, NOT THE ONE WHO
**TELLS YOU TO CLOSE YOUR EYES**