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Premium Member One Step Closer To the Edge

Beset by doubts before I rise from bed
Problems prey on my worrisome mind 
My ability to reason has been maligned
Cockamamie notions fill me with dread

I see in the mirror, a disgruntled reflection
the haggard expression on my vexed face
I wear a frown that's been plastered in place
Malaise of despair poisons me with infection

On the edge of a mountain, lost in thought
always hungry and thirsty for peace of mind
It's been illusive to me, or have I been blind
Wanting to do what's right, but falling short

My past hovers in stygian clouds overhead
I haven't always made the wisest decisions,
which worries me to the point of derision
My sanity is in question, so lightly I tread

Conscience wallowing, sinking in quicksand
I'm standing at the fork of two raging rivers 
My legs are trembling and my lip quivers
Crying for help; someone to take my hand

Would if I could, be a model of perfection
My psyche is shackled by chaotic unrest
Sagacity abandoned me; life is a mental test
I second guess myself with fear of rejection

I climbed back up to that mountain ledge 
engrossed by waves crashing beneath me
Contemplating an idea to set my mind free
I wearily move one step closer to the edge


8/27/2017
© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Wanderer

A chill runs it's path along her skin
Feeling it start to deepen
A howl it's agony spoken clearly
Hanging her head she moves on wearily
Nature's presence heavy within the night
As that thought came fireflies roam their tails alight.
They never cease to amaze me can't help but smile
Imagining what they must feel like as they travel lifes miles.
Just buzzing along and every once in a while
Without control or thought their ass lights up see you gotta smile
Crickets hoppers and frogs all speaking of their woes
What could they possibly be saying, no one knows
That's how nature rolls
And how life goes
Each living thing comes to life without a well defined plan
We scrurry along until on our own we stand
Then again we travel thru this life and whether by choice or demand
We leave again, off to wonder wonderland 
Who knows where the next breath will take us
But whether by car bike cab or bus
Our final destiation is the same for we all travel back to dust
Form: Prose

Let It All Go

Help me relax please...I am shaking like crazy
Hope I keep track of my many goals in life
Calm me down...I want to float like a daisy
Coping with these emotions with family strife

Ease my mind from worries and set my heart free
Hanging on to the rope of my life stressors wearily
In the palm of my quivering hands is the fear of rejection...my fate is to be one with my affectionate heart
Sloping downwards like a snowball in the frosty hill, spiraling in many directions...it’s a freezing work of art

I am as precious and treasurable as a diamond in the cave
You’re as gracious as the flawless sunlight that shines so brave
Please set my soaring spirit aflame and let the ocean’s waves blow
Embrace the breeze of at-ease and let go of the shame...let it all go

Show me your genuine glow of delight
Illuminate me with your joy, not your fright
Throw at me your inspirational imagination from on high that shimmers aglow
I promise that I will never let you go, but I’m going to love myself and let it all go

My serentiy inside me lights up my mind of a million embers, yet still unsure
My anxiety doesn’t kick in as much as it did before as I clearly remember
I was uncertain of your train of thought towards me and its destination thereof...I wish I can be your peaceable dove
I am trying to understand what went wrong in our lives of vain pleasures, which brings us detrimental, dangerous love

Help me relax please...I am burning away the pain
Hope I keep track of my many ups and downs in my brain
Calm me down...I have been shook up and insane
Coping with the aftershocks of my family strife once again

I’ll just let it all go
Let it all go
Let’s go and be one with the sunlit moon’s glow, you know?
I’ll just let it all go
Let it all go
Let’s go and be one with the blessed breeze and its brilliant blow

I figured out that my doubts and worries
Will be fixed up and mended with ease
As long as we let it all go...
As long as I let it all go...
Let the garden of hope and love grow as long as I nourish and flourish the seeds of His knowledge
And I will keep track of my many goals I have in mind without my fears and miseries, pushing me to the edge
All the negativity in life - let it all go
All the darksome strife - let it all go

Premium Member A Prayer of a Lonely Soul

Deepening dusk shrouds my day, O Lord,
as wearily I walk towards my home.
A boring day, problems abound,
not all too easy to solve.
 
And so I come to you, My Lord,
I come for comfort and wisdom.
For who can help me in this lonely world
unless 'tis You, You alone.
 
My heart is empty and needs cleansing.
Tired I try to make some sense of things.
Things that remind me of days gone by,
oft repressed in dark nooks of my mind,
things irrevocably lost, ne'er to be found.
 
Oh Lord teach me to live one day at a time,
keep my old memories under a leash,
let me not think about tomorrow's work,
help me remember that You love me.
 
For Lord I know not if I love Thee,
I'm so afraid to question my heart,
lest I find how inadequate I feel
as sorrow tends to drown emotions
I should feel only for Thee.
 
I ask You Lord for mercy, compassion
to an old fool who must face listless life.
I yearn to love Thee more each day
that my heart may burn only for Thee. Amen.

Premium Member My Dream Within A Dream

I awoke from a dream -- 
well, let me start again:
My thought was that I had
awakened.  Yet, I rose quite
mistily -- with ghastly figures
hanging in the air, moving
to and fro, in possessed manner. 

Swat at them, I could not.  My
arms would not lift, my hands
seeming porcelain objects.  Residue 
stillness, long after the model
had expired, and the artist had eaten
his last moistened bread meal.

The volume of Poe, lie open
on the bedstead, where it had been
wearily placed, just before my
dozing.  Strange, the last page read had 
been altered...and the name highlighted
for death, was now my own.  Could
this deranged volume and I have
mysteriously, mystically changed
realities?  My name began
to burn, uplift from the page, the savage
apparitions swarming to tear hungrily at the 
fleeing image.  My soul drowning in drool.


Premium Member Follies a Beckett Tribute

1)
compassion
        a walk
          a phase
past a parapet
             to trust
a bridge to serve
    in an evening
        of gladness
gliding
  as a blaze in the 
                    dark
2)
this caring
          canyan
a watershed
a platform
     an idea
         in focus
of measured attention
enlarged
        on a palette
ablaze
   in the dark
3)
forsaken
voiceless
   yet unaltered
pretending
   to be different
wearily
in despair
sorrowed
learning apace
in instant rest
   as pity ebbd
4)
outside
    a glimpse of starlight
and
a smooth sphere
a brief sound
         in space
wrought
  in the highmost
                 place
always
& evermore
           flowing
              freely
and
necessary
to this night
             of grace
5)
a perfect
      partition
in a window
    on yesterday 
         the void
extinguished
belief
   repossessed
in an instant
hesitation
of panic constrained
as
calm returns
to become
resolution
Form: Verse

Premium Member Park Bench 286 - Boston Common - Christmas

Park Bench #286
Boston Common
Christmas

Colder, less comfortable,
holding court with
weakly trembling sun
I offer my scant refuge -
a silent moment - awaiting
life’s unrepentant penitents.

I listen as regret
stings the faded paint
of weathered necessity,
as tears make me cry
for the rain.

I am scarred
by the knife points
of broken hearts,
stained by the tremors
of spilled wine,
splintered by the pain
of anger’s boots.

The lights glisten
in the icy winds
mocking me - they dance
across the crumbled snow,
carolers pass by
rushing to sing of joy
at well lit windows.

A tattered coat slides
wearily accepting my offer
the crusted weight of a life
seeking the solitude
of loneliness. 


John G. Lawless
©11/26/2018

Premium Member Incarnate

In me, now is an insatiable thirst,
I know well that I have lost my track.
I have gone astray from my God, all goodness incarnate.
Searching Him, lonely and longingly I stray, 
To place Him not in a shrine, but in my very innards.

In me, now is an insatiable thirst,
To offer my hand with childlike faith
To the one who is forgiveness incarnate
So long I have been running away from Him
Taking devious turns, fleeing from His presence
Now I discern, like a hound He has been after me.
Through shadowed tunnels, He was following me.
That’s why now I can see Him through the mist.

In me, now is an insatiable thirst,
To seek shade under the safety of all strength incarnate
And to sup on His love that serves as balm. 
Madly once I ran struggling to keep pace
With the spinning world moving very fast,
To catch up at the illusory pleasures.
Now my mind languishes in the prison of my own make,
And wearily I trudge through valleys dark,
With burdens heavy on my drooping shoulders.

In me, now is an insatiable thirst,
To hear His whispered words in deep quietude
To calm my fears and to be filled with hope
To feel His presence and to see Him close
To hold His hand and to be led by Him
To be held close like a babe to its mother
To seek comfort, to find rest and to feel blest.
 
Until I merge with my God, all goodness Incarnate,
My soul will never be at peace.  Oh Lord, hold me close!

Wrongfully Imprisoned

We went to a prison many years ago,
Prisoners were everywhere looking sad I saw,
I met a man but I forgot his name,
One friend introduced me to him.

His case was attempted rape,
In a faraway land he was not safe,
Coz’ nobody believed in his story,
Language barrier he felt so sorry.

The police sensationalized the case,
The parents want him to put in a life sentence,
Even with valid and strong evidences,
they want three million for their daughter's sake.

The witnesses explained the incidents truthfully,
The family of the accused prayed hopefully,
Lawyers said nothing to be afraid nothing to worry,
But after three months of waiting the court said he was guilty.

It’s like a bomb the hits the man on that day,
He asked himself.. where is GOD to protect him anyway?
His emotions and his mind was in deep misery.
He looked around to everyone and cried wearily.

This was the result if you were not in your own country,
They can twisted evidences and labelled you deceitful,
Many cases like this everywhere and around the world,
They are the victims and wrongfully imprisoned.

How can we achieved justice in this situation?
If your world end up in a square empty room?
Great loneliness and the feeling of being abandon.
Maybe just wait for a miracle, a royal pardon soon?

Cast Shadows

Cast shadows

The sun casting shadows
Heat
Escaping the burn behind trees and buildings
Dripping sweat through shirts and blouses
Lips dry, eyes sore
Stale air – drying faces
Gasps to catch breath as throats become thirsty
Hiding from the thoughts of impending darkness
Walking, carrying heavy loads
The sun’s passion upon us, some fall
Fear, exhaustion, energy long forgotten
Trudging wearily to an end 
Standing, sheltered by walls and by others
Heat passing through us
Wheezes of breath from young and from old
Hope - the sun casts shadows 
The shadows will save us 
Free us?
……
No

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