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9/28/21
It's been tough and humbling
Just the truth, not a dark picture that I'm coloring
People coming up to me
With a look that is puzzling
Telling me how my words have been troubling
I said, "Do you have any idea of how much I've been struggling?"
All this damn alcohol I continue guzzling
The drugs and alcohol help temporarily, but I'm still suffering
Out in the country where the connection keeps buffering
All this dirt I continue shoveling
Amid any weather, even when thundering
As I continue wondering
All this ground I keep covering
Meanwhile overhead other lifeforms are hovering
Never lived a life of luxury
For a long time, been in the Coventry
Just trying to live sucker-free
Ain't got the time for f***ery
And puppetry
Never treating people like they're 'under me'
The first step for me is recovery
At times, excuse my honest vulgarity
I need to step my game up, I don't need therapy
Another's misfortune and in it others find hilarity
Well
It's towards heaven or hell
In the end I don't think there'll be any stairs for me
Only one way to find out apparently
As I travel in the dark or with a lamp fueled by kerosene
Amidst particles that contaminate the very air we breathe
My actions and words are of the utmost sincerity
I'm an oddity and a rarity
That is not infatuated with wealth and popularity
Becoming a singularity
From finding clarity
All the while working toward prosperity
Ever since the situation reached severity
In a world full of barbarity
I'm finding it harder to relate, it's having little familiarity
Unspoken words on my thoughts
As moon hidden behind the clouds
Unable to spectate wholly
But penetrates as chill out.
One day of silence channeled years of bondage.
Smile of your lips, always I yearned for.
Voice echoes deep waterfall, smells a fresh bloomed flower,
You don’t need make over
You are already a naked beauty.
Not on vulgarity but on true beauteous and gentleness.
So what are you waiting for?
Do what you wanna do!
Go where you wanna go!
Freedom is yours,
Wollstone might’ve forget something
But you are here,
Go , my darling liberate thyself with love and grace.
Silliness coupled with much humdrum
drains creative energy from the minds of children.
Bored kids, raised by televisions, make warped decisions.
Viewed daily by the hour, murder becomes ordinary.
The wild lunacy of far too many people
causes vulgarity to erupt at an early age.
Integrity is not taught by crude interjections.
Reality: kids mimic adults without perception.
Elegance is foreign; brutality, common.
In modern childhood decorum is misunderstood
as mere rules and likewise humility is worthless
Laxity reigns with sporadic parental harshness.
Today’s children have a mentality and morality
that would rattle our great-grandparents’ false teeth.
Our children are wiser than their peers of yesteryears,
re: street-smarts, fits and starts and body parts.
Everything I do seems to find a way to mock me.
A jeering derision to the paradox of my delicacy.
Each impulsive haste of emotion knocks on the wood of my wretch.
A doleful stimulation to invigorate the louse of my lassitude.
The inertia of my cunning shrewd howls against the odium of my filth.
Against the odium of my haste.
The odium of my humility.
And the odium of my unadulterated abhorrence.
I find myself comparing the speckled illustrations of my masked exploitation.
One of a noble morality.
One of a sinful salvation.
And one of the reprehensible dignity I carry within the reality of my reviled anatomy.
The reality of my depiction.
The reality of my void.
Every word of degradation invokes the ice of my celestial petition.
A celestial plead for an implosion so grave; it dares to uphold a cathedral of my indented dejection.
My fortitude of a sunken dejection.
My poverty of an exiled dejection.
My deception of a gouged dejection.
I am nothing but the prolonged corpus of my own vile vulgarity;
I am nothing but the corrupted potency of my own induced pallet;
I am nothing but the misdemeanour of my own cholerised pertinence.
Why does the doorbell ring
When I am going to sleep;
And why does the bank clerk call
When I’m eating my lunchtime bread?
I’ve structured my life for calm,
To be honest and to be free
Yet many around seem so intent
on continually disturbing me.
They park their cars
And trap me in
And cut their lawns to let the grass
Straight through my house blown in
They answer many a simple
And polite request
With hate disdain anger and disgust
They can’t do anything honest or simple
Without noise and chaos and meaningless fuss.
They light their streets with so much light
You cannot see even a single star in the sky at night
They spend their days watching PC’s cell phones and TV’s
And read less than a single book each year it seems to me.
They can’t comprehend most things
Complex or in profundity
Most are meant to quickly be forgotten
Quickly in time by eternity
They dress like slobs
And eat like pigs
And speak without much grammar
and with common vulgarity.
But we just have to tolerate
Their ignorance and sin
And find a way to not let any of it in.
I need a way to feel safe
And removed from all of this
I need a constant hug from God and a kiss.
Enfolded in a sacred light
Safe and sound
Both day and night
I'm willing to worship
Any girl that calls me a name other than disgusting
The world is progressive
But it has not moved forward
I turn to face the linoleum, saying,
"Oh the ceiling is looking mighty fine today"
And then they squeal
"Ew, she's looking at me!"
Report me to the principal if you dare
I dare you to be outed
And still have to show up to class every day
I leave the locker room
Gym shorts and ugly gray t-shirt
Covering up the undeserved shame I feel
I'm just focused on trying to make the volleyball team
I'm not worried about how high you're hiking up your shorts
It doesn't make you look cool
Oh, and Josh, I talked to him
He doesn't like you
I hope your Christian parents
Can see how you dress when they aren't there to check in the morning
Putting on mascara that's full of vulgarity
And misleading phrases
Your pretty polished faces made middle school living torture
I should have stayed in the closet
Instead of coming out for you
I am not hardened by your strong sense of will
And i am not weakened by any fragility of spirit
I am not stood still, awaiting my becoming – i am flowing
And no longer do i fear the ingrained teachings of which you still hold dear
I have retreated and enveloped in shadow — far too long
Once entangled by your distorted webs i could not see coming
And then at night i lied latent, a lingering state of questioning
Cocoon of unease-full sleep in the woven bed you had made
A saga of indifference used to evince itself in plenty an instance
Namely, i wore clothing of poise and purity to gratify your expected modesty of me
And hid behind prayer and knelt to save me from the art of unsanctioned vulgarity
Would you now say i have plucked from the garden of forbidden fruit
Since i fail to follow the faith leading to your promised land?
False promises have propelled me forward towards honest grace
And sincerity now speaks to me in spirituality, my sacred space
I do not need to succeed failure to gain my attention nor to silence any dismay
And i do not feel urgency to stray away from my intrinsic gateways
I am not frightened by your close attention to detail
Pertaining to matters of me and the ideas i adopt to be true instead
Nor do i bother about your views on my newfound philosophies
Considering i feel seldom incomplete presently, so i can reason with you now
Alas, when i used to cry i could not turn to you
But my forgiveness touches places accessible to you these days
I can see beyond our diverged paths and welcome you all the same
For even if shame rouses, i shall not place the blame onto your heart spaces
You have taught what you’ve known and rightly so
I just pray and hope you can accept a version of me who’s changed
Since i feel earthbound without the cloudiness of what you’ve tried to arrange
So are you convinced that cherubs await those in disbelief of your deity in parade
Or did these unleashings persuade you further into your religious and lawful ways?
I felt jealousy tonight with my might -
Where have my love been?
I have my hours when I get excited and then so low...
But, I'm not a coward, but oh so bold
I'm sorry for my episodes...
I lost my mind's trillion trains
I am a lonely lake with a single toad
I have my moments when I feel like I'm going to explode...
Overwhelmed by a million roads
I am walking the narrow road -
Forgiveness is in my veins
I inflict the hurt on others alright - wish I could feel happy again
I'm hurting myself emotionally
In the end, I want to be set free
The hardships get so hard to cope with
I just need someone near my side
Our love affairs, unfortunately, are not a myth
I'm worried I am painting tragedy in my life
You stabbed me with rejection and inner strife
I am lost in lust fantasies
I fantasize, nearly at ease
I am a captain in this ship
Of renewal and friendship
I am the king of my fantastic fate
I will wait
I can't wait
Till I become who I want to be
Jealousy made me mad
Envy makes me so sad
I'm smiling - now I'm glad
I love myself in my skin
I know, Lord, I've been bad
I feel paper thin from within
Resentment disappeared
Cheer and joy just appeared
Vanish away vulgarity and cursing
The music in mind is rehearsing
I dislike the fact that you made me like this,
Satanic sadness and discomforting distress
I will listen to God when His time ticks my direction
I will glisten and He heard my prayers of affection
I hate you,
Jealousy...that lasted not too long...I want to belong
Haven't a clue
Who I've become, honey, stuck in the wretched wrong
Lord, have I passed Your test?
Jealousy is what I really detest
I feel you in the depths of my heart
Until you kissed him and I fell apart
Jealousy slithers in me substantially
I had a good night actually - I know I look pathetic
Until negativity took a hold of me
Okay, I'm sorry for my ridiculous jealousy - godly forgiveness is epic
And he said, "Have you ever felt so empty...?"
I replied,
"Son, have you never felt the Sun on your back? Or are you darkness itself? I owe no fealty to you, you lonesome coward! My sins are mine, as yours are yours, so tend your own flame. Kindle it with love and compassion my friend." To this day, I still haven't forgotten his following words. "I'm cursed you see, my touch is cruel, and my words are like knives, always stabbing at the impossible, and my soul rots of despair."
Before i could utter a word, or calculate a response he continued to say, "Can you not taste the colour of my putrid soul?"
So i said unto him... "I only see a bright light in front of me, and a soft-spoken voice is what I hear, where could such a beautiful soul ever hear such vulgarity?"
"Is there not beauty in the darkness...?"
Peaceful planet is no more
Chaos created by lovers of power, greed & war
Depopulation is the elitist's plan
Brutal monsters disguised as man
Society has been dumbed down
Through education , propaganda & TV
Law officers have lost their authority
As lunatics rule protected from persecution for deeds of insanity
Vicious convicts receive light sentences
While their victim's reputations are destroyed
Illegal immigrants are given jobs and housing
While our vets go homeless and unemployed
Whistle Blowers are targeted and the evil-doers murder some
Aided by their puppets for a large amount of mon'
Pedophiles rings are organized in all branches of society
Shielded by The One World Order with hearts full of vulgarity
Food, water & air are poisoned to decrease the populace
And you ask me why I'm angry
You tell me stop the fuss
Hell is on the fast track engaged in demonic activity
As those in power keep the sheep distracted from truth & reality
Prison Planet is not a myth
Not at all just in my head
And if we don't take a stand soon
To Fema Camps we will be led
Reflections by Joan May Donnelly Ellis AUG. 22 2014