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I saw all life fade ... merely pass away
of all that I knew hath spun around me
past brace presence death, carpe mortem day
Night hung in shame, weighed aim, promised Word--stay
I spun confused, afterlife, mine this be?
I saw all life fade ... merely pass away
Dark woke me, said the sun won't come this way
death seized day plus time ... Latin decree
past brace presence death, carpe mortem day
Night consoled by dark, a first solace sway
a dead-end sign that the whole world did see
I saw all life fade ... merely pass away
Dark ponders fate yon ... night watched black turn gray
questions ... guilt gift ~ solves ... smiles eternity
past brace presence death, carpe mortem day.
Night and dark ... eternal tenants obey
Eden ends formed founder's first step to free
I saw all life fade ... merely pass away
past brace presence death, carpe mortem day
This is a sad tale,
of eight year old Jake,
who because of parental pressure
Identified as a grass Snake.
Each and every school morning,
during the five day week,
he would slither along all in green,
never using his two feet.
On Monday he wiggled at six
to arrive at school by nine,
by the school bell, late again !
Mum says hes a late snake, so its fine.
In class he causes disruption,
amongst the identified; foxes and cats,
as his sneaky slithering about the desks,
upsets and scares all the mice and rats.
Wise children; they dont panic at all,
they identify as humans you see,
each one studies and learns so well,
not falling for this fairy tale, woke reality.
So before you take away you childrens soul,
remember how your parents directed you,
to be honest, a well beahaved human child,
not a flight of fancy zoo type; in the wild.
,
Dysfunctional young adult,
From a shattered home I was bred.
Seeking connection, wanting solitude,
Lost in moonlight, tears I shed.
Lines are blurred, days a whirl,
Court cases, too many made me hurl.
Father unknown, Dad called me a bastard,
And my school struggles labeled me a retard.
Mum's been gone, ran away they say,
With Michael, my father, a business powerplay.
Who's my dad, Danilo or Michael?
Someone told me, but my mind was in a pickle.
Michael moved in, Mum's love grew,
But I was lost in translation, with Bronx in view.
Far from home, missing Aiden's smirk,
And Leo and Matt, keeping him from being a jerk.
I needed help, a saviour to find,
Drowned in disabling waters called my mind.
Some nights I woke choking on air,
Longing for an end, life wasn't fair.
Hailey...
You were my guiding light,
Strongest in town, showing all males might.
Your mother loved you, her aurantia grew,
You loved them dearly. I miss you.
But then...
That man left you in pain,
Bloodied your face, a sinister stain.
I must explain, I never lost the race,
But he took my place, leaving a trace.
I didn't stand for it, I had him outed,
For you and me, I screamed and shouted.
Ran through halls in a relentless pursuit,
I grabbed my knife, justice to execute.
Body hidden in a neighbour's basement embrace,
Needed a new suit, for my soul had been disgraced.
But that was the price for hurting Hailey, you see,
There was no escape, you should have feared me.
Because I'm Max Narak!
Run fast unless I'll come back!
Giving those that deserve it pain,
Seeing it through that you are slain.
It is I, Maximus Lee Narak!
Giving my enemies panic attacks!
Prescribing their daily doses of pain,
Respectable trophies make their brains...
I cursed myself for choosing such an inn.
There was a humid fog swirling all over.
What could one discover what’s there beneath?
Why did they choose a place one cannot see.
Perhaps it was my fault as I had booked the inn
A week earlier not bothering to check the place.
Yet all said it was a beautiful luxuriant country.
So I went for breakfast waiting for the fog to clear up.
Once again, I went out onto the terrace and behold
A small Medieval village appeared below the hill.
Residents wore old fashioned clothes and all were busy
Selling fruit, vegetables, clothes and pieces of armour.
Smack in the middle of the town was a ruined castle
Which I decided to explore for fun of it, but I was stopped.
Two soldiers pointed lances at me and conducted me
To the most luxurious hall filled with mirrors and old weapons.
I was told to wait on a chair until judgement would be pronounced
Time passed and from outside I head a dirge of a condemned man.
This must be a farce I thought but waited patiently as night fell.
Finally I got up and managed to get out of there and ran to the inn.
No lights appeared below. And I was hungry no more.
Next day I woke and from my window I saw the fog again.
What farce was this, it was never mentioned in the brochure.
Soon the fog lifted only to see an empty verdant vale.
Was it a dream? I quickly packed and flew back home.
Calling Death
Just sitting in the room. Cold air comes from the window
Dawn woke me up from the cemetery. Great early lights
Calling the eternal life. The clock has stopped. It’s time
The heart is still beating. So fast. Pain and pressure inside
Need to change, change the time. Passed years. It’s global
All this life has gone away. A little river takes brown leaves away
Hmm. Just walk. In the past. But still living my life. Hmm. Why?
Always here. Be. Always here. Walking here, my soul is phantom-like
Can you see? So many names and times are signed on stones
Look around. Around. Just around. They are the victim witnesses
I see their life. They lived their noble age. Oh, passed the noble age
I am mortally envious of the lives of these dead people. Love them
I want to live. I want to live in their past. I feel. That was a nice time
Dead past. Living in my mind. Tactile stones. All. Spiritual hights
I feel them. Amazing their smiles. Kindred spirits live together. Are
Here is hidden. What I am looking for the love. The hope. Hoped love
Dead. In this life. I kill myself. I cut my veins. Mirtazapine. Loving death
Loves the death. Pull me back. From this life. English psychology. From.
English psychology killed my life. Because I loved the origin. God’s love
Foggy science. Can’t accept my life. I am a Christian. Europe. Hungary
I can’t accept this mentality. I am from the old continent. Soul says. Stop
English psychology is money. And power. Can’t rule my life. Never.
I don’t accept the degeneration. Yeah. I love the hairy peach. Life. End.
I can’t find the life. Life is exiled. Life has no right to live. Psychology drives life
I am old. Tired bones. Walks always take place here. Anonymous gravestone
Unnamed stone board. My love. My love. Bring a big hammer. Destroy this stone
Then flies a soul. I need this. Kill me. You kill me. I don’t kill myself. Do. Calling death
The gate is open
Step in
Cemetery
Calling Death
In a ho-hum town of grays and browns
of dreary skies and gloomy sighs
a gangly stranger came into town
with a peculiar glimmer in his eyes.
He tipped his hat with a toothy smile
to folks whose faces never changed
he looked all around for quite awhile
and people thought him kinda strange.
The very next day, the sun did shine
the townsfolk woke to a jolting shock
bright, bursting colors had come alive
the whole town was painted with polka dots!
A great commotion filled the streets
never before had they seen such a sight
young ones loved it, old folks shrieked
still others laughed with all their might.
Then magic of the polka dots began
to lighten hearts with happiness
with a carefree spirit of newness again
and hope for future pleasantness
...I wonder where that stranger went next?
The WOKE CAN ALL TAKE A HIKE
Depressing this year to celebrate the USA nation.
When our flag is dishonored
at the Olympics is a big
sensation!
Causes this poetess tears,
and inner consternation.
Both leadership, multiple insane groups, treat the USA like dirt.
Burning cities, looting, and
multiple humans, dying or getting hurt.
The move is on, to have
Marxism rule.
The ploy in using racism is
definitely the Devils' tool.
I recall when the buildings
on 9/11 fell.
We all cried together, thought
we were dying and might go
to hell.
Any patriot is beaten or spat
upon.
The theme is "hate America"
at each and every dawn.
You, yes, you Americans
know what I mean!
Each morning you buy hate
from leadership, carried out
by the media.
AKA, the fake news propaganda machine.
Some Americans awash in
thinking all things should be
free.
That's Communist thinking,
don't you see?
In a Capitalist Society,you
work, pay your own way to
be free.
Otherwise, you complain and
whine, you..a Communist be.
So don't fly the flag anymore.
We are a censored, lied to
nation, the enemy is living or already, at your front door.
Go ahead, blame patriots who call for America first.
Many hate this and use fists
of fury with a Wuhan thirst.
I don't know how we will survive.
When every death is reported as Covid, a disgusting lie.
I long for years ago.
With meat hot dogs, and
when Coca-Cola was unwoke.
No fireworks do I want to see!
With total freedom, for each
American soul, I pray, returned to thee.
7/4/2021
I WOKE UP THIS MORNING-
WITH NOTHING PARTICULAR ON MY MIND
I SURMISED THAT TODAY WOULD BE ONE OF A KIND-
NOTHING LIKE YESTERDAY
NOTHING LIKE THE DAY BEFORE
NO DAY LIKE ANY I’VE EVER HAD THE FORTUNE TO KNOW-
I WOKE UP THIS MORNING
WITH NOTHING PARTICULARLY ON MY MIND
I LOOKED AROUND AND NOTICED THE DIFFERENCE A DAY MAKES
YESTERDAY THE SKY WAS BLUE
TODAY THE SKIES ARE GRAY
YESTERDAY THE SUN WAS SHINING, OH SO BRIGHT, AND I WENT OUT TO PLAY
TODAY, I AM INSIDE - LOCKED AWAY - THE WEATHER HAS TAKEN A ROLLER COASTER RIDE.
OUTSIDE IT IS JUST TERRIBLE
IT HAS BEEN RAINING ALL-DAY
THE SKY IS AN ANGRY BLACK - AND SO IS MY TEMPERAMENT -
I can't control the wind
I woke up this morning,
not much to do, I said.
So children were woken,
and into the kitchen I went.
But something happened, as water was poured for tea.
this kitchen i said, oh my oh no, look how messy.
As my hands slipped into hot wet bubbles,
I got busy with brush and plate.
Feeling wound up, into dishes I delved
making dishes my own safe place.
A frenzied morning before work begins
I feel so out of control,
then I remember, though shocked I was,
I cannot control the wind.
Try as I might, strive strong and long
I seem to be losing this fight,
kids go left when I say right,
and I realize once again, i cannot control the wind.
Grow up strong, grow up proud, get a job, get paid,
So I push and ponder and power through each very very long day
Meetings, chats and Telegram, its all too much
stop I'll try but i realise, I cannot control the wind.
Nothing I do and nothing I say,
can I manipulate a moment to go my way.
I stomp around busy all day
and screech, STOP, I have had enough.
In a pause, a moment to breathe,
sanity slowly returns, and I realise
I am only me and I cannot control the wind!
So clenched hands open and feet stand still,
as surrender I do, all control
to a God that knows it all.
Who smiles at my effort,
but knew from end to begin
his daughter full of passion, purpose and pride,
cannot control the wind.
As I slow to a stop, refocusing on Him,
I realise something so true.
The one that created the world and breathed life into everything,
It is Him and only He, who can control the wind.
Chantelle Smith
21 September 2020
i woke up this morning
to take a walk on the sun
while the moon was out dancing
in a village of one
had the strangest of feelings
it had all come undone
and me...i was just along for the ride
the fields were all waving
a bright shade of blue
as the women who worked them
wore starlight hairdo's
i blinked once, then twice
well...wouldn't you
as i reached in and scratched the itch of my mind
cows carrying moonflower purses
looking utterly strange
dogs barking out four
on the driving range
shouldn't the cows be a milking
and the dogs scratching mange
as i pulled on the cord that was just out of sight
the dam broke, flooding the valley
with pink lemonade
only the statute of achoo! (bless you)
was all that was saved
they tried to do more
but the train was delayed
there's never been a day like a day tonight