staring down the barrel of a drug so violent
to make the noise that you kept so quiet
everyone’s watching us now, what’s done is done
you can lose your mind
you can keep chasing that high
it’ll never be good enough like you wish it was
the briefest of windows
the life in your eyes got lost in the smoke
you took it from me, but i would’ve given it to you
when we were young, you said you wished that someone loved you
but i do
i love you
i can lose myself too
still chasing what doesn’t feel real
something’s in me nobody can heal
trying to hold what isn’t mine
i’ll grow up somewhere, sometime
getting sick of messing around
maybe one day it’ll be found
they say it makes you lose your mind
i’ll meet love somewhere, sometime
i’m coming down, i’m losing steam
breathing in can be so mean
nothing to hear but my very own cry
i’ll break up somewhere, sometime
hate doing anything that i’ve been told
these blue days are getting old
shot down for a petty crime
i’ll bite the dust somewhere, sometime
What is more beautiful than a tree,
That a magnolia in his garden,
That a camelia with red flowers,
That an olive tree talking about peace,
What is more beautiful than a tree,
Look at the flowery almond trees,
Each branch has its mystery,
Each flower offers a new dream,
What is more beautiful than a tree,
That a palm tree with gentle calm,
That a rhododendron and its vigor,
You too can lose your mind,
What is more beautiful than a tree.
Quoi de plus beau qu’un arbre,
Qu’un magnolia dans son jardin,
Qu’un camélia à fleurs rouges,
Qu’un olivier parlant de paix,
Quoi de plus beau qu’un arbre,
Regardez les amandiers fleuris,
Chaque branche a son mystère,
Chaque fleur a un nouveau destin,
Quoi de plus beau qu’un arbre,
Qu’un palmier au calme doux,
Qu’un rhododendron et sa vigueur,
Vous aussi pouvez perdre la tête,
Quoi de plus beau qu’un arbre.
I remember when you were young
You and I had so much fun
You were funny you were kind
I never thought you'd lose your mind
But now I've seen you fade away
The shell of a man you are today
It started whith your memory lost
We knew that you would pay the cost
You forgot your own wife's name
Though you knew you loved her just the same
The doctors gave you the sad news
Everything you were you'd lose
Although you're not the friend I knew
I will still stand by you
I'll try to give you some support
I know you tried I know you fought
This awful disease has robbed your wife
Of the husband she swore to have for life
It's robbed your children of their dad
And robbed me of the friend I had
And you're just one and that's a fact
There are many who will not come back
This terrible disease must be ended
Though the broken lives will not be mended
And I pray they'll find a way
To stop dementia one day
And then this scurge will lose its power
And we will celebrate the very hour
When you choose
To come unglued
This is what you do
You lose your mind
For a time
And this is a crime
Since it is up to you
What you choose
To do with your mind
At the door to my trembling heart He cried:
‘Go in search of the lost souls one can find,
and you are charged to forever abide
by the tenet of Love for all Mankind.’
To obey was not easy, but I tried;
lesson as precious as a golden hind.
Navigating the seas from the blind side,
no one wished to come willingly and whined.
But as the world’s troubles tested one’s pride,
it’s understandable to lose your mind.
This was not the time to let morals slide,
or forget the agreements in blood signed.
‘Greatest blessings come to us through madness
when it is sent as a gift of the gods.’*
You never know; you could possess the eternity gene.
The one that morphed from ordinary into a miracle.
It would seem wonderful... at first.
You'd become a star
a YouTube phenom
a best seller
everybody screaming for an autograph
a touch of your polyester robe
begging for the secret to eternal life.
The envy of the universe....
Delayed pulse of a curse.
You've outlived a million wives and counting.
100 million friends.
You've been to an endless chain of children's funerals.
A million sorrows that never end.
You've outlived your favorite constellation.
You're blind to the possibility of ever meeting God.
You finally pray for the blessing of a death. That never arrives.
You'd half lose your mind,
become a display in a museum.
Eventually be pitied as a freak.
Treated as a leper.
To be avoided at all costs
A never-ending cosmic flaw.
I’ve doodled and dawdled in Delaware,
Piddled in Pennsylvania without care,
I’ve been to New York and Alabama,
Michigan, Missouri and Montana.
I’ve travelled in every state, my friend,
And I can tell you that, in the end,
If you lose your mind - see how it can be -
The very best one is insanity.
I PRAY A BLACK CAT,
CROSSES YOUR PATH.
I PRAY THAT SOMEONE,
STEALS YOUR STASH.
I PRAY YOUR DREAMS,
NEVER COME TRUE.
I PRAY THERE IS A HOLE,
IN YOUR CANOE.
I PRAY IT'S DARK AND,
YOU FEEL THE RAIN.
I PRAY YOU’RE A JUNKY,
WHO CAN'T FIND A VEIN.
I PRAY YOUR NIGHTMARES
COME TRUE.
I PRAY THERE IS ACID
IN YOUR SHAMPOO.
I PRAY YOU HAVE NO LIGHT,
AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL.
I PRAY THAT LIFE,
IS A CONSTANT STRUGGLE.
I PRAY YOUR PARACHUTE FAILS,
WHEN YOU JUMP FROM THE PLANE.
I PRAY THAT YOU ARE,
HIT BY A TRAIN.
I PRAY YOU SEEK AND,
NEVER FIND.
I PRAY PEOPLE,
TREAT YOU UNKIND.
I PRAY YOUR PARTNER.
CHEATS ON YOU.
I PRAY YOU CAN,
FEEL THE BLUES.
I PRAY YOU TRIP,
AND FALL.
I PRAY YOU HAVE,
NO ONE TO CALL.
I PRAY YOU,
LOSE YOUR MIND.
I PRAY YOU ARE,
LEFT BEHIND.
I PRAY YOU ARE STRANDED,
ON AN ISLAND.
I PRAY THAT YOU ARE
ALWAYS CRYING.
I PRAY YOU ARE
STUNG BY A BEE.
I PRAY YOU,
HIT A TREE.
I PRAY YOU,
STRIKE OUT.
I PRAY YOU ARE,
RIDDLED WITH
DOUBT.
Turbo1904 ?
I fight sleep like Muhammad Ali
Like I’m a newborn babe
I can be tired but still inspired
to write neon night away
But on this night I have a fright
feeling fuchsia limited choices
Is it a crime to lose your mind
When you keep hearing violent voices?
It’s my hazel hope there’s no ghost
For what would I do about it?
But unfold mahogany mind is broke
Makes you super sad to doubt it
If I say visiting spirit came one October eve
I could be indigo inviting all to true blue believe
Fear is that I heard a voice
because I am out of sorts
Fear is near that I am weird
and simply need the Lord
So I came to the emergency room
Not claiming to be clairvoyant or witch
Pills consumed made worse green gloom
Now violet voices bloom ain’t that a bxxxx!
Written 9/29/23 for contest
Let's Minichu on Fear but withdrawn
Sponsor Mohan Chutani
When your eyes fail to differentiate white wood glue and milk, your death is ringing."
Quote by poet
As he was
Waiting for some supports
from some people
Who hate
To see his progress.
One man came
and told him,"
You saw how female buffaloes
Were slaughtered innocently.
Now you have courage to get milk
From male buffaloes.
Did you lose your mind? "
For sure he sounded
Losing brains.
How hard is
It to get supports
From people who always
Pray for your quick
Daith
And
God
Still rejecting
Their trillions
Daily prayers?
Are you blind
Or deaf dear?
Do you understand
Yourself please?
Don't call your early
Daith
When some good people
Still need you on this earth.
Don't force impossible
To turn possible
In wrong time.
Hope your ears
Heard
This wise piece of poetry
Your most welcome.
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
Love may be patient and even also kind.
But love may drive you crazy and just maybe..make you lose your mind.
Can’t have sense along with love.
One or the other is all you will seem to find.
Odds are if you go looking for both, you’ll probably be left behind.
Love may linger, some lucky enough to hold onto a love that thrives.
Then you have some that learn of a love that vanishes quicker than it arrives.
Love leaves you hanging….
Could be in anticipation or despair.
Love cannot always be promised with reciprocation as loves not always fair.
Never let your hustle change you
Be humble always
Cos no man knows tomorrow
Refuse to be the sorrow of another man
Instead of a personality with gratitude
Life has no guarantee
Your actions speak a volume of
Who you are
So never run away from your shadows
When you are up to date
Don't forget the poor can be rich tomorrow
Change is the only constant thing in life
So be humble always
Follow life with love
Never let your hustle change you
Money is not enough to make you
Lose your mind
What is the sense to gain money
And lose your mental balance
Life is more than a precious gift
Value it more appreciate it
Be human be kind
Gave respect share peace
There is nothing to lose in this way of life
From soil and filth and death we rose
One eve to feast under the moon
Lurk in decay with flesh necrose
Take caution, you are not immune
We are merciless, unceasing
From soil and filth and death we rose
Time ticks, our hunger increasing
Ever more as we decompose
Your eyes, your ears, your mouth, your nose
No quenching of our appetite
From soil and filth and death we rose
On this hallowed Halloween night
We hunt you in the street, your bed
As we reach out from the shadows
You’ll lose your mind before your head
From soil and filth and death we rose
Oct 12, 2022
12-16 Lines of Scary Halloween Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Tania Kitchin
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Rhymes checked on Rhymezone, syllables on howmanysyllables
They say I shouldn't rhyme but this is how I shine,
That part of me divine is always speaking through my rhymes,
Teaching I'm inclined if it's truth you choose to find,
You have to find yourself or else you might just lose your mind,
I'm more than what you see so I use words to paint a picture,
Thoughts so heavenly at times in tune with all the scriptures,
Judging ain't my thing cause through the heart we all connected,
At times we disagree but as your brother I respect it,
This life is not a game though spiritually we seek perfection,
Love's a form of truth and karma comes when you neglect it,
Mentally I fight because the mind our only weapon,
Reality is change and it does with your perception,
Flesh will find you weak until you dwell within your essence,
Everyday's a gift but are you thankful for the present,
Trials and tribulations merely challenges and lessons,
And answers are within that's the key find His Presence.
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