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For so many years I thought I was over you
But from the moment I heard your voice
I already knew
We caught up and reminisced on all the good times
We fought and cried over all the bad
We could pretend it was over
But in our hearts, we already knew
Until you confirmed your love was with someone else.
I tried my hardest to be happy for you
I tried my best to be your friend
But as much as I tried
I knew my heart was living a lie
I could only pretend so much
I miss your touch
I miss all of you
Deep inside of me.
My heart wants all of you, I can no longer pretend
I spend so many years thinking you didn't love me
That I wasn't enough of a woman for you
But then you told me u love me to
Your heart is torn in two.
I pretend that the words didn't hurt
I pretended I was more than okay
But since then I knew I wasn't the same
I don't even care to know her name
I thought what we shared was enough to bring you home
Back to me
But I was in denial selfishly.
Your heart and home was shared for someone else
I can no longer pretend this no longer hurts me
I know you may love me but u will never commit to me
The distance says it all
The writing is on the wall.
Why pretend when we both know this is the end
We can't say the words goodbye
Our feelings we both can't deny.
It goes beyond respect you have for her
I can pretend not to know the truth
She may be the one
I wish we were able to a build a family with my daughter and your son
I cry at night reaching out for you to hold me
But I wake up all alone
Your last name will never be mine to call my own
I can' no longer pretend
I don’t know what else to think
But I think we both know you made up your mind
If the love's already gone it's not fair to lead me on
If your heart's not in it
I won't ask you to come back to me
I can no longer pretend
After all these years, our story has come to a bitter end.
Look at me now half the person I use to be
Where can I find me? Lost in a sea of emotions
Floating threw and threw
It's lonely tears tearing my soul
A wall put up to keep from drowning
To keep a float no life savers to keep me
From going under
Where is my resolution on the outside looking in?
Wall to wall glass smeared with years of tears
Fear of not ending well within my self
Years disappearing with time gone bye
Like a pill a day to keep from finding out
The worst has not yet come
Can’t seem to pull myself out of this state I am in
I lost myself between sight and mind
All seems so small were have I gone
Most cant’ understand can’t fit in my shoes
Let alone walk as far so easy to say and pretend
To know ones true feelings isolated from the rest
My walk unstable my sight
Not focus myself esteem shattered
Not two days the same missing memories
Blocked by judgment were have I gone
Can’t find me myself and I tears rolling down
Constant reminder of how it feels to be lonely
Within one self-walls of glass looking in not
Able to be reached to be pulled from the abets
Writing is on the wall content reminder trapped
In these dark and lonely walls
I fell heavy and hard rock bottom no bottle
To sued my pain let alone fix my broken parts
No amount of comfort can sued my shattered
Limbs my words are few carefully chosen
All that matters seems to be slowly diminishing
Find it strange a whole new outlook not sorry
But sad to think I have lost so much more then
I thought to have lost a mere merrier of myself
Realizing I have been hit hard not yet victors’
I have been known to get back up with a smile
This time my hit was blow to blow back to back
What I hope and pray is to find me myself
Within my frame of mind
By Mirian Parrilla
So if we look at the statistics,
study what the research says,
the writing is on the wall...
in many cases it is
better to be single
or it's way better to be gay...
why get into your big white frock,
sadly all the rest of us know
marriage is a crock...
so "man and wife"
exchange your vowels,
loose words shattered,
now children are on the way...
ah a diversion, we'll stay
a little longer,
look what he's produced,
a real man
he feels...until something
younger comes along,
then his truth he reveals...
A woman asked me
one night in a bar,
why did I prefer women,
I corrected her immediately,
and stated clearly woman,
I went on to explain,
my partner is lovely
gentle, soft, unselfish,
honest...satisfaction
guaranteed,
just to be polite,
I asked her why did she enjoy
being with men, she responded,
"I like being held
by something big and strong...
(held)...
...good on her I thought,
thinking to myself,
I am so on the right track,
this was when I was about
twenty four...
...looking back,
I am ever more convinced
when I look at the breakdown,
and the eroding of the family...
her choice, for me,
is unrelated distance...
...and what do I know...
I haven't been straight married...
this is what men and women
who have tell me..
At the end of the day,
it is all about choice,
marriage for many is a curse...
who has that much
precious time to waste,
to give your heart in haste...
regret, forever more...
I understand that everyday
will not be bliss,
but the choice for me...
I'd rather go through it with a hers,
than with a his...
The last mile of the way
It is a matter of must
To all and sundry,
Each and every man-jack
Has to walk it.
It is the real moment in deed
For one has to say, “Goodbye”
To those he loves.
One has to put down all his loads
And face the reality of time.
Blessed is the man
Who walks on camino real with the Lord.
Cursed is the peregrinator who peregrinate alone,
Who promenade Lordlessly.
The rich man blundered
To hell he was taken
For his life has been peripatetic and perfidious.
Confessions he tried
But confessions failed.
Remember, longest is the night
That is not followed by the day.
No matter how long the night
The day is sure to come.
With His cross on His shoulders
This mile the Lamb travelled,
Sinless and spotless the teacher was
And God the Almighty on His side He stood.
The impenitent Judas also travelled it
The mile was tough and dolorous
For his sins were accompanying him,
Suicide and sheol were his penultimate end.
Fight panophobia and euphorbia
With rectitude and optimism for heavenly opulence,
With clear conscience and faith in Him
Walk through the narrow door
Before the Master closes.
The writing is on the wall
“God shows no favouritism”
Let us travel this mile
With no wrinkle and spot
For this mile takes us
Into the hands of the Omniscious One.
Where our tears will be removed by Him,
Where there is eternal rest
Where there is no sorrows,
Neither death nor sicknesses.
The Sign Of The Times
Abortion on demand when will we understand
We can't get by from just sticking in to the man
There are riots filled with hate in our street
This is not a good place for people to meet
Having lines being drawn in the sand
War zones we call schools the people's tool
Walking zombies with tombstones in their eyes
Does all of this come at a big surprise
It used to be a custom to hold open a door for a neighbor
Today we skip school just to taste a different ice cream flavor
The tender the soul getting lost in rock & roll
Our ancestors were right with blood, sweat & tears in a strife
We are the tool of the government & industry to
The hand writing is on the wall so stand up maybe ten feet tall
Love should be the essence of one's eternal existence
Within a caged fury a text message was sent
We as a nation haven't even made a significant dent
To struggle each day to provide the legal tender
Is it any wonder we got too much time on our hands
One soul soars while the other will soon to burn
A heros message through the lavender breeze
Run to Jesus for he has what's true & fun
No need for nuke's & the stolen gun
Sweltering heat with bloodshed in our street
Bring the troops home no good reason for them to roam
It's the sign of the times the handwriting is on the wall
Pray for your neighbor spread the word from one to all
The writing is on the wall.
The writing is on the wall, an old saying used even until today
for those found lacking or deficient, Divine judgement is on the way
It means that there has been a weighing done on the scales of justice
by an impartial God who knows us, and the good or bad we practice.
The writing is on the wall even today, in our ultra modern society
for those who choose critical and independent thinking, instead of piety
for those who deny there is a God, or who simply worship in their own way
for those whose judgemental hypocrisy is super abundantly on display
The writing is on the wall, for all warmongers filled with nationalistic hate
For all those inciting our youth to violence, malevolent voices that resonate
The writing is on the wall, for those who say good is bad, and that bad is good
and for those who kill the innocent child, it's well deserved and understood.
Writing on the wall comes from the Bible Daniel chapter 5 where the Babylonian King is judged by God's handwritten cryptic message on the wall. The prophet Daniel interprets the writing and the King was killed and replaced that same evening. Consequently the expression the writing on the wall portends judgement and destruction.
John Derek Hamilton
April 19, 2016
Another child lay dying in his mother's arms,
She holds him to her- weeping hopelessly;
There will be no ambulance coming, no alarm,
And this scene plays out each day endlessly.
She holds him to her- weeping hopelessly,
The writing is on the wall for the starving;
And this scene plays out each day endlessly,
We give to charity because of ads appealing.
The writing is on the wall for the starving,
Thumbs up we say, we are saving the world;
We give to charity because of ads appealing,
The money given- into the wind it whirled.
Thumbs up we say, we are saving the world,
Somewhere over the rainbow plays in my head;
The money given- into the wind it whirled,
I pray this boy finds that blue bird when dead.
Somewhere over the rainbow plays in my head,
There will be no ambulance coming, no alarm;
I pray this boy finds that blue bird when dead,
Another child lay dying in his mother's arms.
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April 16, 2016
Poetry/Pantoum/Somewhere
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First Place
I stand tall on the windy mountain side.
Look down on mankind’s world
And snort in depreciated disgust.
Let death embrace me in its jugged jaws.
I'm not afraid, just tired.
This flagella of torrid life,
The gross garbage of man’s past,
The insignificance of the insecure future.
Time has no meaning.
A hallucinogenic rhythm
Of the quintessence of nothing.
Bring on the rumbling war drums,
Raise up the sharp guillotine's blade,
Let the cacophony begin,
Let me dance to no rhythm
Of preconceived dreams.
For since the beginning of time
When humans invented drawings
Of men killing men, and sang
Songs resonating of rape and lust,
Of slander, conquests and plunder.
The day will come when we must
Give an account of our misdeeds.
We turn our backs on good and evil,
We just don’t really care what happens
To unfortunate beings, our neighbors.
The writing is on the wall.
The seer chants: the end is near.
Yet something in me stirs.
I refuse to let go. For look
Not far away on this cold mountain
Is a rainbow, way up high,
As bluebirds happily fly on the other side
Of the shimmering bewitching hues,
A consequence of a prism of raindrops.
One day, all our dreams become reality.
Hope reigns again and all dreams come true.
Sifted As Wheat
Through a barbed wire fence of a deal gone bad
The blazing sun that creates blindness so sad
They lurk in the middle of the night to send a fright
Try to stay attached to the vine a heavenly design
We sift through vapors yet were late reading the Sunday papers
Satan will come to sift you as wheat we must be courages to defeat
Shattered glass on the cenent floor lest I implore
Another visitation needing a rest on a long vacation
The hand writing is on the wall for all to see
Sifted as wheat will be your claim let me explain
We all must stay attached to the vine for then we shall shine
God knows our heart but cetainly wants us to grow
For you have every right in which to know
There's a narrow gate that reaches heaven's door lest I implore
Faces without traces of truth being attached
Working today can give anyone a heart attack
Sifted as wheat beneath the sheet until the fat lady sings
The crown jewel of the porch swing let the sound of freedom ring
We have eyes filled with spots try to connect the dots
The tragedy will be enormous for a stated cause that's atrocious
Let's look above to the heavenly love merciful one take this chip
Put on the whole armor of God & prepare for a trip.
True love cannot be sensed nor seen;
Cannot be heard nor touched;
I never saw it coming;
I still remember the evening; l received a call
It was from someone l never knew or imagined.
It all sounded like a joke;
How can one have a tale to tell to someone never met;
Never talked to?
All was a fairytale indeed.
All was a sheer madness!
Calls were made;
Texts were sent;
Wishes were horses.
Roses were planted;
Sunflowers were planted as well;
Love was planted;
Later & nurtured by
Jokes; appreciation;
Encouragement; determination;
Faithfulness; honesty;
Two-way communication;
Not forgetting "give & take".
It is said that
Where there is love;
There is always a way.
One wonders ; what is love?
Who deserves to be loved?
Howitzer can one prove the love one has for the other?
I am told that
Actions speak louder than words;
Love is believed to conquer all.
Am l conquered as l love someone?
Has my heart been stolen?
If l cannot spend a second
Without thinking of someone!
Without smiling at his once cracked jokes!
Without being thirsty of his kisses!
Without craving for his drive!
The writing is on the wall.
I am in love;
Madly inlove!!!!