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I am here
But am I really here
My very existence
As already been programmed over a million years ago
Time is like a flowing stream of water
See how it flows
They say we determine our actions
But I say God determines it for us
Our ability to succeed is not solely by strives and struggle
I saw him die but at that moment he was still alive
It was 10 am but he died half past five
What if our very existence is just a mere dream?
And the reality is not exactly what it seem
I am here
But am really here
I am having dinner with a stranger
Who I treat like a wife
And suddenly every thing goes dark
And I am cut off by a knife
My brain seizes to work
And I can remember my first name
Then I ask myself what is this kind of game
My arms are making movement which I can not control
The energy is coming from a place I do not know
Scientists are giving crazy explanations
But all these assertions will in the future met condemnation
Rebel! My children, rebel! For the light
Of day scours for a system not built,
But saved from the souls of politicians
Who are lost and will never seem to find
A means to a decision, instead delay
The growth of a nation desperate for change!
Rebel! My children, rebel! Against the
Same, sorry scene captured on TV!
Pundits protesting every agenda
From the Left and the Right, what’s the purpose?
To show me they can battle politics!
Battle this! My mom just lost her house!
Rebel! My children, rebel! How hard is
It to cross a line? Or aisle? What if
On the other side was your love in need?
Put your pride away, just for awhile,
Just to see the difference that could form.
If not for me, do it for my children’s fate.
Rebel! My children, rebel! America
Is just not a name, but a foundation
Made by the people and for the people!
And we deserve so much more than a
Filibuster to take our nation’s name.
Let the light see the dawn of a new day!
I was a novice in that act
My mind would not say the fact
I keep pushing through being smart
Oh playing along may not impart
My heart dwell in his love and kiss
Lips got hurt; with time, his lips I miss
As much as I love him, I hate his play
He should know but won't allow delay
At 23, no one believes it is my first
How softly blood puddings burst
In my poetry- an art inking of trust
Which I feed on to never go rust
Came to be a tough but a fit world
When the wind reversely turn; vices whirled
I know you are hot and on fire
Yet you deny the cross of just we desire
For age and time set off the scale of preference
Hiding your tears fighting frankly to make difference
How I believe it wasn't your fault
Crazy though you couldn't gaze my eyes assault
Many years in the blue, I feel fulfilled
Throughout the highway, alone was I drilled
While you keep up fighting being skilled
To make life a worthwhile but I remained stilled
Finally, you reason the denial to be wrong
What if I have not been really strong?
Forgetting my career to be continue...
With you, I don't want any interview
Our son I carried is now by you wanted
Can you please imagine how I was taunted.
Bull! Bull! Bull! Bull!
TED
A cheating farmer called Teddy McClure
Thought that his wife knew but he wasn't sure
Oh boy she knew alright
Cos when he took a bite
Of his sandwich it contained pig manure...
AMY
A flat chested girl called Amy Sparrow
Went for a boob job down in Palermo
Now cant keep her back straight
Because of the dead weight
And she now has to use a wheelbarrow...
FLYING HERD
Have you ever thought what if cows could fly
Imagine ducking as a herd flew by
You'd have to wear a hard hat
Or risk being hit by a pat
And goggles in case you're hit in the eye...
THE LOVERS
Two lovers went in the woods all alone
Lots of oohing and aahing and a moan
They're on Utube on show
And what they didn't know
Someone filmed them from above with a drone...
FRED DYER
Did you hear about poor Freddie Dyer
Fell and mangled his manhood on barbed wire
His bits they couldn't save
But opera fans rave
His falsetto singing in the choir...
Written 29th April 2020.
As we turn the pages of our life
And we reach the final chapter
We realize it was pretty entertaining
Now what the hell comes after
Well it all depends on who you talk to
No one has a definitive answer
Until we reach that crossover point
No one can predict the herafter
If there was a way of maybe a preview
To prepare us for what's to come
We might wanna change this and that
To delay that last final run
Guess I don't want to know the exact date
Kinda freaky I'd hasten to say
When approaching that final moment
What would be my last foray
What if I've done nothing really special
I die and I'm all but forgotten
That dreaded fear, it was all for nothing
A total waste of oxygen
© Jack Ellison 2013
What if a cobra came out of my toilet and bit my butt?
What if the plunger did not kill it and it also bit both legs?
What if I stomped on it and it bit my legs off to the knees?
What if a mouse sneaked in, and the cobra went after it?
What if I had to crawl to the phone, but did not make it in time?
What if my children and grandchildren found me dead?
What if they thought the cobra was a new pet and they kept it?
What if my dogs got angry and went after the cobra?
What if a rhino came out of the sink instead of the cobra?
What if he had his horn stuck and I had to help him?
What if we injured the horn and he had to go to the vet?
What if he did not fit into the car?
At least I would still be alive.
Before the mirror he stood and gazed, another soul sent to their grave, he needed time to
contemplate, at whose hand had they met their fate?
Is there an evil that in him thrives, urging that he takes more lives, he stands and looks
now at his face, reflecting back his own self hate.
The time had come for him to converse, with this inner demon for whom he worked, he takes
a breath, exhales slow, there's answers that he needs to know.
Determined now he starts to ask, the information that he lacked, how else could he get
through this night, but what if he's wrong, no demons fight?
What if the hand upon the blade, was his own hand that yielded pain, what if it was his
own intent, his mind tortured not by devilment, he knew he had to venture further, was he
truly capable of murder?
Seeking truth, accept no less, he asks his inner self to now confess,
"From the furthest corner bound to hell, upon the depths I cast this spell, I ask for
vision so I may see, the demon who posse-th me"
He stood transfixed upon the glass, as a voice answered back,
"My friend your doing very well, there's a place for you with me in hell, what questions
of me do you seek? come, come speak up, it's just you and me"
Unsettled by this demons words, his speech was shaky, somewhat slurred, he found the
courage to pursue, the answers that this demon knew.
"When in the midst of violent rage, you write the script upon my page, you control my
inner will, you push my desire for blood fuelled kills, do you admit to this no less,
speak to me demon, do you confess?"
Urgently he needed answers, this demon feeds upon him like a cancer,
"You would like that would'nt you, that it was me who killed, it was not you, to feel
relief, exoneration, escape the punishment of your own damnation,the truth you seek won't
set you free, the murderer was never me"
In a mist of temper he destroyed the mirror, as shards of glass dispersed and shimmered,
he took a blade whilst in this mist ,and in desperation,sliced his wrists,
as he fell upon the floor, he knew that he would Kill no more, the peace he sought he
found at last, from the cold slash of the broken glass,finally he was free from his sin,
as life left his body, and death moved in!
Last week in paper I see story old nuns some die with Alzheimer in head, others still jolly old gals think good sharp things, making jokes Bishop's small dick, like that. Turns out ones who get Alzheimer cannot write good sentence structure when teenagers before they nuns. They write essays about "Why I want be nun," this way back 1917. Them that still darn smart, they write real clever sentences when they young, say like, "Be nun for God, help world," but them fated to Alzheimer, them write, "Be nun for devil," they not understand how it work.
I used worry I would get Alzheimer so would not drink Coca Cola if in cans, for fear aluminum get me and me become stupid when old. But seeing how I make good living from writing sentences, I no worry now. No need fear aluminum cans anymore. Me can also start using again aluminate under-arm deodorant, friends stop complaining. Oh, and I know good joke about Alzheimer. "Old-timer disease." Pretty good huh.
Also them old nuns give their bodies to science. That how the science know for sure the senile dead ones have Alzheimer and not generic stupid-sickness. What I not understand is how give body to science when they give body to nobody when they alive?
What if science decide use body to experiment in disgusting way? What if science men necrophiliacs? It okay, nuns sign paper say go ahead science, my body all yours! I used to carry driver license that say, "Go ahead you science guys," me think maybe someone get head run over by truck and need new brain, can have mine if I dead. But no more. Throw license away.
There one more thing about that nun story that bother me. Why they become nuns in first place? Story in paper not even say they was Catholics. You think they was?
Do you feel empathy?
Can you sympathize?
Then pay it forward..
Here is the question..
Will you do your best?
When confronted with..
The Ultimate test.
What would you do..
if she couldn't pay?
Would you reach in your pocket
..and make her day?
What if he was hungry..
Would you share your lunch?
Make a new friend..
Now you both can munch.
Now think about when..
you needed a hug.
Would you open up your arms..
instead of being a thug.
How many times..
will you pass her by?
Without asking if she's okay.
Can't look in her eye.
She is homeless and dirty
and needs some aid.
Or will you walk right by..
let the memory fade.
What if it was YOU..
and you cried out.
No one would listen..
Filled with doubt.
Empathy begins..
when you can understand..
How a person feels..
Then feelings expand.
Take a look around you..
Offer your love.
Do what is right..
your so worthy of.
Love unspoken
All the times you cried
For Everytime you tried
I shed tears
For your lonely years
The pain you feel
Love, I feel it too
Making me just as blue
When you feel pain
I can feel the stain
Fear keeps the words inside
My love I hide
Being your friend
I'm with you to the end
But my silent word
Will never be heard
So my love goes unspoken
Watch your heart be broken
By this guy or that
While quietly I sat
Afraid of what I wished to say
Wouldn't want to be sent away
So your friend I stay
Loving words going unsaid
Running wild through my head
A heart broken by fear
The need to have you near
Will never come about now
Cause I don't know how
To speak my love for you
So we stay blue
That's true
What if you feel the same
Who would be the blame
If we never say
How we feel today
Live our lives alone
With love never to be shown.
While waiting for the other to speak
Our hearts grow weak
Life passes bye
How many times did we try
Love there wasted
Never to be tasted
All that it took was a word
One that was never heard