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Two artists that once danced on high trapeze...
then fell to doom, his death a fate unkind.
All hope bereft, her sanity soon flees.
Life lingers on, enduring crippled mind.
In steel-toed boots and shabby overalls
she takes her toy red wagon for a stroll.
Young children run to hide inside their walls,
unable to divine her kindly soul.
Did you dream of him, poor Pansy dear,
in his spangled suit so bright,
his arms so strong, his breath so near
as you joined him in the light?
She buys some fruit to share while on her quest
with those the rich might think a waste of time.
But charity, like mercy, is twice blessed...
the seller's price is always just a dime.
Some cans, some wood, some soda bottle caps,
the woman gleans the cast-off rubble heap,
to build abodes from simple artful scraps
for those who have no other place to sleep.
Did you dream of him, poor Pansy dear,
did you dream of him last night?
When God called forth, your mind was clear
as you joined him in the light.
God loves you Oh so very much
But hates the sin you do
He longs for you to be His child
A new life he'll give to you.
He'll take away your years of pain
And all your bitterness
God loves you Oh so very much
Its you he wants to bless.
You might say I am not good enough
Because of what I've done
Stop listening to the devil
Put faith in God's own Son.
The devil doesn't want you saved
He doesn't want you blessed
He'll make you think you're a waste of time
Just like all the rest.
You feel so alone right now
Your life so full of fears
But God just wants to restore to you
The love of those lost years.
So remember that God loves you
No matter what you've done
So wipe away all your tears
Put faith in God's own Son.
A mind of plane mirrors reflects rays of goodness.
It is weightless and indeed stainless,
in it right has a huge castle decorated in flowers of deeds,
roofed in kindness and painted in honesty.
Corruption knows it’s a waste of time
when it comes with its convincing lips and encroaching limbs.
Selfishness eavesdrops on all activities
to plan a way and snatch any opportunity.
Then the fall occurs as hands get dirty.
A heavy load is now placed on the inside,
guilt building a desolate and unkempt street
and its lash felt each time its victim’s name is mentioned.
All these run the batteries of conscience,
making wrong have a flamboyant exhibition.
Not to worry, trouble mind!
This is just a cleanable stain on the wall
of which it hasn’t eaten any solid structure yet.
A true confession and an honest repentance,
stimulated by a bitter drive coming intrinsic,
makes everything look new once again,
confirming the nature of being human
but not any flaw from a good conscience.
Choose your Path to a Life of Peace, Joy, Love and Light. You deserve Respect, Kindness and Happiness. Treat others with Compassion and Empathy but remember that you matter too.
To experience the Light of Day
(Your Heart opens like a Flower)
By Michelle Morris
17/12/2024
It's not easy to give up on those we care about
It's not easy to walk away
But sometimes it's our only option
For our Souls to experience the Light of Day
When we're held back in the Darkness
By those who we Trusted and Loved
It can be a cold, hard reminder
That not everyone is meant to stay
For we can keep on Giving
We can hold the Light and the Examples
But unless they're interested in being better
You're just wasting endless Chances
And as the Sands slip through the Hourglass
Our Lives become a waste of Time and Space
We keep holding ourselves back
To keep the Peace and Hope and Faith
But, never underestimate your Power
For you can choose you any time
Love and Light and Hope return
Your Heart opens like a Flower
For each of us deserves Peace
Joy and Kindness and Respect
To pursue our own True Magic
Our Destiny and Happiness
It's never easy to give up on those we care about
It's never easy to walk away
But remember that you need to Live your Dreams
So embrace your Freedom and don't be afraid
© Michelle Morris, 2024
There’s a scrapbook I look back on
Every once in a while
When I’m in a reminiscing mood
It always seems to make me smile
Pictures of us, of you
With disposable cameras
We bought in surplus
I’d like to think you look back on it too
Oh, how could anything ever be a waste of time
Is loving our time together such an awful crime
A dream that i had where you were the one for me
Is no longer alive, that I can clearly see
Cuz maybe we were
Just parallel lines
Wrong person wrong time
Destined to meet once but never again, so very sad
Parallel lines
Never intertwined
I say I’m okay with it, cuz what else am i supposed to do without you
Sometimes I think i see your face
In the gluten free aisle
Because Of course i know that about you
I was so happy then,
Tragically I didn’t have a clue
What’s to be will be
But why couldn’t it be me for you
I sewed the hole in your favorite pants
It made you happy,
and that was my favorite kind of romance
When it felt easy
Sonnently pleasing
Two puzzle pieces
When they fit just right
Seemed like it ended before day turned into night
Cuz maybe we were
Parallel lines
Wrong person wrong time
Destined to meet once but never again, so very sad
Parallel lines
Never intertwined
I say I’m okay with it, cuz what else am I supposed to do without you
Reading between the (lines)
Fine (lines)
Punch (lines)
Dead (lines)
Life (lines)
On (line)
Off (line)
Never the right time
In my head
We’re intersecting
In my dreams
We never parted
But reality is taking over
Life is not my four leafed clover
Cuz maybe we were
Parallel lines
Wrong person wrong time
Destined to meet once, but never again how very sad
Parallel lines
Never intertwined
I say that I’m okay with it, cuz what else am I supposed to do without you
Where are the Heroes
That kid's want to meet
Not in the pages of comics
But live here on our street's
Who is going to ignite
The kinks and the bends
Where danger extends
Along these trampled street's of woe
Into the afterglow of childhood dreams
Where god only knows
The boundaries and rule's
Or the form of tool's that will be used
On the tinder steps of those who power
Our working pay and weekly hour's
Of mass taxation and exploitan
Built upon chemical sedation
As we live to support our medication
If this is what we are meant
To base our every working cent
Then what's the point of taking part
In an ever increasing
Waste of time
Life is to short for backward thinking
And the overriding feeling
Of waking up
To a life without reason
reborn
I have answered the most questions
and what I know is only the truth and love prevail.
When I set sail across the ocean of time
will you remember me with love in your heart?
Grieving is waste of time.
I like you to smile and laugh again.
I don’t know if the voyage will be long or short
since time is endless, I need your love
to sustain me through choppy water.
When the great spirit of the universe asks
what did you do in your lifetime?
I can only answer truly, I did my best and am flawed
but my honesty made me lose many friends.
The ruler said you are a good egg.
Did it mean I will be a duck?
Double down, double speak, double's the way -
Louder through shouting with nothing to say.
Offensive, repressive, suppressive and more
Talking over others is what they aim for.
Implying, decrying, a full range of crap -
The longer it goes the more strident the yap.
If one stops to listen, there's nothing but blur -
A slip and a slide - an occasional slur.
It's not like the "dozens" straight out of the Hood,
It's only shrill noise that amounts to no good.
A stark waste of time in a smug endless spew -
Ranting and raving - no due to ensue.
Detractions, distortions all hyped in the fare
Of deflecting words used with nothing to spare.
Well prepared and practiced - a long-standing trait
That takes all the air out of any restraint.
Some people excel - make a living this way.
They babble and ramble and use up the day.
With something to be said for nothing at all -
They pursue their bluster - with plenty of gall.
One day some will ask what their guff was about -
A double take standard through newly found doubt.
Left silent with their thoughts there's just empty space -
And nothing to say - a most humbling disgrace.
But, don't feel bad, don't feel sad at this self-shun,
It's what they deserve - it's their place in the sun.
With no crap to spin there will be no rebirth.
So thus, just remember what nothing was worth.
Salt a gin and tonic,
It’s too dry.
Assault my temple with sin,
Be honest,
You like the rye.
Look me in my honest eye,
Conversations with myself are the fondest,
Because no one understands me better when I rhyme.
Took a pen and across the paper it slides,
Scribble out the oddest lines.
Apply pressure to the page,
Trickle out ink until the pen has died.
Wet ink is promised to eventually dry,
But tomorrow isn’t promised,
For some reason I can’t help but question why?
After four portions of Moët fine wine,
I tend to think of life as if it’s all just a waste of time.
If tomorrow could be withdrawn then what’s the point of the “grand design”?
If tomorrow I wake up past dawn,
Should I consider myself only one step closer to dying?
Don’t overstep,
The temple has redrawn the walls and implores you to walk within the lines.
It’s not perfect,
But nothing’s wrong with second best.
When it stops hurting,
In comes walking Sudden Death.
We can’t always be our very best,
Attempting perfect,
It feels like burning,
The scars left behind showcase regret.
You didn't say goodbye when you walked out the door.
You didn't say you didn't love me anymore.
You didn't tell me what was going through your head.
I guess you thought it was better to leave some things unsaid.
You didn't say there was someone else on your mind.
You didn't say that I was just a waste of time.
You didn't tell me before you decided to go,
that there were some things you didn't want me to know.
So, I won't tell you that all I do is cry.
I won't tell you I miss you more as each day passes by.
I won't tell you that I wish I were the one instead,
to hold you close and whisper softly all those things left unsaid.