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In the tapestry of life's intricate design,
A journey filled with love and loss intertwine.
From childhood's embrace to the call of duty,
A path of resilience, courage, and beauty.
Blessed I was with parents whose love knew no end,
Guiding pillars, companions, forever friends.
With every step, their love paved my way,
Teaching lessons of kindness, all through my day.
I joined the Marines to see the world's vast expanse,
Encountering new cultures, taking a chance.
In the midst of service, love's light I did find,
Meeting my soulmate, destined to be mine.
Love at first sight, a bond unbreakable and true,
Discovering in her, my reflection, a clue.
Embracing the role of husband and father with all of my might,
Living my life, filled with love's pure light.
Tragedy struck, tearing apart my happy home,
Loss of my wife, and mother, I was left alone.
Grief's heavy cloak enveloped my days,
Yet through the darkness, my spirit would not be swayed.
The strength of a woman, my mother so dear,
Fighting through pain, and facing her fear.
Caring for her, as she faced her final fate,
In her grace and courage, with God there's no debate.
Through loss and pain, my writing became a guide,
A channel for emotions, for tears I had cried.
Penning poems of raw truth and grace,
Touching souls, shining a light in that dark space.
Seeking to share my words, to reach those in need,
To offer help, hope, in every word indeed.
Mental illness, struggles, faith's ebb and flow,
Uniting humanity, in joys and in woe.
I hope my verses find wings to reach far and wide,
To touch hearts, to heal, and in love abide.
In sharing my story, my voice it finds its power,
An offering of empathy, in life's uncertain hour.
I can only hope my poems are a beacon of light in the night,
Shining for those who may have lost their sight.
A testament to resilience, faith, and love's grace,
In a world that yearns for kindness as it's embrace.
With each stroke of the pen, my story is told,
Of love, of loss, of courage so bold.
In sharing my journey, and truth leaving nothing unspoken,
May hearts be lifted, and barriers broken.
Thank you for reading my tale of joy and woe,
I hope my words continue to inspire, to grow.
For in storytelling, I find my peace, and in the memories I hold deep.
And in love and faith may our souls the Lord shall keep.
I watched as the dark grew around his eyes.
He came through the window,
Stepping like a shadow.
He was the night, he was the ghost, he was the
Unaided fighter as he reached for my side.
And I so desperately wanted to caress his masked face.
His pace was noiseless and so attractive,
Yet death was nearer with every step,
I thought.
Still, I didn’t care if my life would have ended
That night, stolen by the elusive ninja…
I wanted him even closer.
He quickly searched the inside of his shozoku,
Only to reveal a deadly suriken.
Breathless, as he approached, I stood there,
Not wanting to disenchant from his spell.
With one blow, the suriken ripped
The shoulder of my nightgown.
Flowing red stained my pillow
And it felt so real.
Oh, how I wanted his knife at my throat,
Me, his target of the night,
And how I sighed when he drew
His katana.
With one lethal strike I would have
Plunged on the floor, choking for my last breath,
Yet he gently traced the contour of my
Trembling chin… trembling, but only for his touch.
My tears sparkled in the cold, hard steel
As I sensed his breath arising.
I only heard his samurai chuckle and with no warning
He hurled his sword back into the dark.
We both moaned in anxious passion
When he bore my hand into a painful
Wrist lock.
I did not care, I did not see, I did not feel anything aside
The dark-haired ninja over my hips.
Our mangled bodies mirrored in the shiny steel of his forgotten blade,
His chest crowning over mine,
His hands fondling in my hair, down to my aroused breasts.
Two naked bodies trapped in my jujitsu legs.
A ninja so dark, so passionate, so fast,
He gently pulled aside my hidden Sai from under the cushion.
He kissed my breasts, my wrists, my hair,
My lips…
My shoulder, he patched with his soothing mouth.
We locked in kiss so quickly, his tongue
Bitter from my blood, snapping at my neck
And torso while he pushed inside me, deeper.
Invisible in the dark, he loved me
In endless ways, my fragile ninja rested
On the top of my chest.
I stroked his hair in content and silence,
Not even knowing his name.
A dark-haired ninja lay over my hips
When dawn came chewing at our lashes.
I then turned, not to see his figure,
Relying on my silent samurai
Of the dusk that I’ll go back to sleep
And he’ll go back to black.
© 2009 Stefania Carmen Misaila
I heard an angel speak last night and he said "write"
With lantern light weary I write this morbid night
The moon above the meadows move in gloomy mist
With pen in hand, hermit a man and death amidst
Oh shall I walk the aisles of graves and hundred names
With flowers full of life financed on furnished frames
Below the wind and warmth of night do whispers woe
In fear I'm not for I care take of those below
For I have seen many a man and woman cry
And I have seen many a man and woman lie
Distilled in death with only breath of the beloved
Mourning above...mornings above heavenly loved
But something is a happening around the night
If not a dream how dost darkness so quicketh light
How frogs appear around lilies that left the fog
Where branches dance with trees beyond their childrens log
As ponds appear upon plateau of grave and sand
And stars above nomadic night come down to land
And voices of the birds play like a violin
And whispers of the wind hum like a hundred men!
It is at this moment that wings appeared to be
Uplifted from the back of her in front of me
Dear Angel, ye are he that spoketh write of thee
But in the nude in front of me am I to flee?
With hair in waves and arms extended out to see
Appeared to me...appeared to be...a flame of sea
That swept the cemeteries floor with torch and fire
And all in death consumeth life 'twas her aspire
A paradise on earth and wedding full of life
As they I have buried myself were full of light!
Women and men and children spread
A graduation of the dead
Ceremonious gift of beings
Thy conquered death, thy wearest wings!
Forth in her hands were flowers of a thousand-fold
And when she walked her footsteps formed a flood of gold
With every step a flower from her drew to ground
In mystic motion as she moved her wings would sound
Just like a brush of wind, angelic crystal wings
Face of fertility that wore a crown of rings
Unselfish all in all with fingernails of fire
Did pierce my heart into my soul a strong desire
To learn to love and love to live and live to give
Yes even in the dire darkness something lives
Believe me not and no one shall when I doth tell
The timid night I heard an Angel's voice exhale
Oh Angel it is thy that is in sacred stone
That came to me in flesh and now thy flesh is gone
Johnny Sumler
June 17, 2011
Angels In Cemeteries
I miss tugging on my snow suit and barely managing to button my purple winter coat over top of it
I miss the warmth of mittens and soft hats that covered my ears and made it hard to hear the howling wind
I miss the numbness that nipped my toes and fingers
I miss the soft crunch that would go off with every step I made underneath each boot
I miss making snowballs and building a fort to defend
I miss laying down and my hair getting covered in frost while I made an angel in the snow
I miss sledding down hills and feeling like for a moment I could fly
I miss the magical trees that lost their leaves and the ones that grew green and white
I miss the chilly air that was so frigid it ached to breathe but was refreshing all the same
I miss the soft flakes that danced down from the sky all wonderfully different
I miss the one giant cloud that meant more snow would be coming
I miss not having school and the joyous wake up from mom that it was canceled
I miss playing with my friends without having to worry about leaving them
I miss that first moment waking up when you run down stairs and see the world is covered in white powder
I miss watching the snow flakes fall at night piling up for the next day
I miss being called inside after a long day with a warm mug of cocoa waiting
I miss the knowledge that everything would be ok and happy just like the day had been
I miss being a kid where snow was the most magical thing and everything was simple
I miss my family and not being gone all the time and watching the snow together
I miss gathering around the fireplace and watching Christmas movies all together not a care in the world
I miss the magic of Santa Claus and trying to stay up late to catch him
I miss putting out milk and cookies and not knowing where they went
I miss being happy and not having to leave or worry about the future
I miss feeling and joy and just being able to hug my mom without sadness following me
I miss lighting the tree and hanging ornaments all while dancing with a Santa hat on my head
I miss matching pjs and Christmas photos with the dogs and hanging stockings
I miss winter real winter and I wish I knew where it went
I miss being happy and knowing that everything would be ok
I miss my family and
I miss happiness and
I miss snow
You and I,
together have learn t
the meaning of love;
together painted our world
with the colors of love.
Colors of everlasting memories..
Sailed the seven seas
as I am your strength
and you are mine..
Soared the skies
exceeding all boundaries,
as I am the wind beneath your wings.
As we always did,
leaving my footsteps right beside yours,
let us walk the sandy shores,
while the gentle waves kiss our feet.
You may wonder
why you no longer see
my footsteps appear beside yours..
I assure you my love,
it is not that I have left you alone
in this journey.
It is because, now your heart
is my only abode
and I keep every step
with every step of yours.
But as you look back
you will see my footsteps
I left behind
before my soul bid goodbye
to my life..
Do not fear to walk the shores
as you are not alone.
I am the strength
living inside you
guiding you in every step you take;
leading you to our destination.
You may not see me beside you,
but it is still you and I together
who are treading this journey.
I had to leave my life
as I had no choice,
But, not even the greatest existing force
could make me leave you,
as I am alive in your heart
in the form of my love;
my love which will never die away
even after my death..
Listen to your every heart beat,
as it speaks the words of my love.
Never fill your eyes with tears,
it will blur my vision
as I see the world through your eyes.
Never try to escape the world of color,
as it is our world you and I
together painted with the colors of love.
Never stop dreaming
of the dreams we dream t together.
Because it is through you
that that I shall someday
see them realized.
Since your love is strong enough,
keep your heart beating for me,
as it is the only reason
I am immortal for you.
By the veil of night
when the world is at sleep,
look into the starry heavens
and you will see two solitary stars..
They are my eyes,
watching you from above,
always taking care of you.
There maybe nights
unvisited by the moon
but my eyes,
in the form of those two stars
will always be there for you.
That is the only moment
you will see me in any form.
But every other time
you will feel me,
as I am alive in every beat of your heart..
- Kushalee Jayawickreme -
I cannot wait any longer.
Hearing your screams will not suffice.
I must see your pain.
I must see your blood.
A single dirty bulb flickers to life
Hanging from a rusted chain
Beneath a water-stained ceiling.
Its dim light finally allows me to view
The terror in your wide, pleading eyes.
The silk of my gloved hand
Slips from the aged light switch
As I move slowly from my place
In the frame of the heavy, bolted door.
You plead for salvation.
I plan your demise.
I stalk toward you.
The layer of dirt on the stone floor
Does little to dampen the imposing echo of my boots.
It is your death march,
For with me, I bring your end.
With every step, your screams lessen.
And as I stand above you now,
You can do nothing but whimper.
And stammer out calls to God.
No.
You pray to me now.
These are my hands that hold your life.
And I must say that your crimson essence
looks so lovely contrasted upon my white gloves.
But I do promise
That you will see your god soon.
For a moment, I admire the scarlet mess
That you have managed to create on my table.
I recall that the others didn’t struggle nearly as so.
They were a disappointment.
I quite enjoy watching you squirm,
Slipping over your own spilt blood.
But there’s so much more inside you
Dying for release.
Are you afraid to die?
Do not worry… I’ll go slow.
You will have plenty of time to accept your fate.
And in the end, you will beg for it.
A rusty metal box lies in wait beneath your table
And I bend down to retrieve it.
Your fate is locked within.
I place it in a blood pool beside your feet
And unclasp the latch with an ominous click.
You cannot see what rests inside.
You cannot see the rows of glistening metal,
Neatly lying upon a bed of blood-stained satin.
All you can see is the white of my silk gloves,
Sliding lovingly across.
I taunt you with the time I take to make my choice.
But now you can see the silver glint
Of the implement that I have drawn out.
The simple tool that will permanently cease your pains.
But only after it first brings you more.
You start again with your cries and screams.
They are beautifully composed music for me to work to.
Slowly, I slide the hand-sharpened blade through your flesh.
And I begin your end.
Wood Nymph, wraps white
gossamer legs in hello, as branch shakes
in obvious "ka_ching"!
'Oh wait till you see what she does next",
tattles the tree, in an excited and mischievous
foreboding.
Itself, a Familiar and Servant,
hypnotized to carry and present her gift of wrap
and wrap of gift.
The naughty Nymph O pushes herself halfway up
like a tired and cautious sloth
(on the lip of a drinking cup.)
An innocent look beguiles her face
as essence of bark soils it's digits up,
To stick like a sponge to her curves like a leech
leeching much.
Nurses a clamp to her soft skin
as if to aspire seed of sapling in sap, sapping sin.
As She stares through, impossibly pierced,
her cruelly clumsy jiggle starks the eye
in an ultra violence of lumplumpsum.
The forest stirs with whispers of silence,
gossiper secretions to soil more.
Wood nymph dances careless,
her story unfolding, merciless amore.
Her web weaving legs, wrapped in ethereal grace,
licks of
delicate tricks of creature of delicacy.
Surreal ad vise given visa visage
it's enchanting embrace.
The trees, they giggle with mischievous delight,
as they await her next move, a magical sight.
A familiar servant, the branches extend,
presenting her gifts, their devotion, bend.
Halfway she rises, cautious and slow, oh dear.
Like a tired sloth, uncertain where to go
but nearer near.
Innocence plays upon her beguiling face,
as she clings to the bark, leaving presiding trace.
A sponge to her curves, the bark holds so tight,
seeks to crumble there.
Leaving a mark, a visible sign of it's mare.
But she dances on, with a clumsy sway.
A violence of debauchery in a mystical play,
there there, tears tears tears.
Her presence, it lingers, in the air, a fragrance,
mimicking the soul bare.
A poem to stir souls, in carom of supernatural
resonance in crept.
The wood nymph bewitches with every step,
to numb your penance swept.
Leaving an imprint of memory kept as plum-line erect.
In the depths of the forest, her essence will remain,
a powerful muse, never to wane.
For she is a poet's dream, an excuse so rare,
relished relic of the gone insane.
Captivated, beyond complain,
the Satyr's forehead yields sign, pops a vein.
I’m flabbergasted at how the streets are thronged
Could You be the one for whom twelve years I’ve longed?
Oh say, a Physician like no other before seen?
Different from the kind to where I had been?
Could Your timing have been more impeccable?
And Your approach be more unbelievable?
But I’ll undoubtedly put the last of my trust in You
I have much to lose, yes, indeed that’s true
But out of options I’ve finally run
And now even money, I truly have none
So I will find my way to your garment
So You can put an end to this bloody ailment
With an old blood-stained dress
I start out and on I press
I hurry through the deafeningly noisy crowd
Each one giving a careless, yet imploring shout
And it feels like You move further
With every step I take to get closer
“Please, if You are the Saviour”, I think,
“help me to press on, for I’m at the brink
Of breaking down, about to forfeit
I’m helplessly at the mercy of defeat.”
Not only will I touch your garment
But You will make my life to Your goodness a testament
Finally, after pushing past the multitude, I see an open space
To my advantage, in the other direction, is turned His face
Unworthy I am, so I really do not have to talk to Him
All I truly need to do is swiftly touch His hem
The hem of the Saviour’s garment, that’s all I really need
And then from this sickening bondage of blood I’ll be freed
I touch His garment, and it really was not my intention
To in any way catch the Saviour’s attention
I find it strange that no change in me I see
Until that mysterious Physician spots me
And confirms soothingly to my soul
“…thy faith hath made thee whole.”
So not only will I touch the hem of Your garment swiftly
But I will praise You from the bottom of my heart sweetly
Not only will I touch the hem of Your garment as I said I would
But I will ever bear in my heart of hearts to my Saviour gratitude
Not only will I touch the hem of Your garment, but strife
I will, as I hold onto You, Lord, for dear life
Not only will I touch the hem of Your garment with my finger
But in Your presence I will overstay my welcome and persistently linger
Not only will I touch the hem of Your garment as scary
As it may seem, I will cling to You, oh, loving and lovable Redeemer of Calvary
Soft rose petals seemingly host my skin, feathers upon my soul. With every beat of my heart, my body trembles, falters with every step you take closer. Electricity delights my every fiber as your gentle fingers caress my cheek a sigh escapes my lips plain for you too see.
Awoken from her slumber my soul is an eagle wanting to be free to arch and splay her wings beautifully. With my racing heart beats my hands begin to tremble betraying my poor facade, my lips sting with wavering control as I try to cage her excitement; Thick splintered restraints pull tight to bind my eagle from flying, Clouding her beauty in painful sorrowed longing. Oh Damn this war I wage inside myself?!
The smell of you brings raw lust and swarms me with nervous energy followed closely by memories of scars all to fresh upon my heart. My feathered soul delights in your nearness, I try to calm her but she stubbornly fights, thrashing endlessly to break my restraints. Indeed some part of me was designed to trust you, to want you, to need you; but why!? Leaning closer your breath whispers of soft lure upon my face; my blood begins to boil! Her desire to embrace you burning me from within. You smile at my obvious reaction and her excitement pulls at my resolve making it hard not to give in.
Your eager gentle eyes probe deep inside mine urging me to trust you to accept you; A deep understanding stands strong beside your hunger ripping my resistance to ghost me from afar screaming warnings that fall no anear my ears. Your loving yet ravenous lips steal mine passions exploding into a wild phoenix, my eagle's wings burst free nothing left to hold her hunger at bay, we entwine together quenching the endless thirst of the familiar unknown drinking deep this phenomenon of electric burning rebirth taking over me.
There is no fear or question here just electric fire burning away what history my body, my soul and my heart has ever known; I feel New! My wings spread wide there is no going back the past is just the past. Here with you i am a new beginning flying with the phoenix beyond the lines of caution and reason; I won't turn back! I am yours and you are mine; We have emerged as one from the burning birth of our electric phoenix. Here i'll stay forever free with you!
Form:
With every step you`ve taught me, this is my elaboration...
The motherly love, unique to all individuals
however, some not as fortunate as others.
Some born with silver spoons, to extreme empty rice bowls
love that portrays from your own, i do have a jewel.
A family of six, working the majority of her life,2 jobs
She being in her 74th year, active driving her car.
The thoughtfulness, caring for others, her nature that is
her everyday commodity, asking nothing in return.
Her humour, personality eclipses her wide knowledge wisdom, understanding.
Her home cooking, like when were kids delicious as
her Sunday roast, still serving them today
i can`t tell you the extent of gratitude, but you know i love you.
Now 14 years since this was penned, much change has evolved,
your age health taken you down a path of decline.
My pathway of Jesus the new Messiah, making a new identity
and spiritually intertwining, i filter out the dross, bringing you into MINE.
I spoke and told you before, " AS IT WAS WITH MARY , SO SHALL IT BE WITH YOU." You don`t understand. Mary gave birth to Jesus, also did YOU.
To be born into sin, this time around, to be born again, and go through
sheer Hell and filter out the evil for my Fathers purpose to...
Be took to Heaven and transformed into a new man new purposes new desires
to untangle and put straight the confusion and straighten cross wires.
For spiritual awakening enhancements authority to make changes in you
to kick out the devil and for you to SEE what is TRUE.
To restore to erase and replace, the hurts the pains the shame lies and guilt
for heaven and the results of the cross inside me is built.
As i spiritually destroy the works of Satan, the pains are so immense.
I know that you`re suffering as equal, to go through evil no man has suffered, so you are suffering too, to reach the other side of the fence.
Its all for LOVE, your rewards are heaped in heaven without measure
the pains today are being transferred to Heavenly treasure.
AS IT WAS WITH MARY SO SHALL IT BE WITH YOU , ROYALTY.
With much love from your son Jesus Paul xx
Written 2011 updated 2025
Paul Beadnall for:
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