When things are lost or just misplaced,
It’s more than just annoying,
For time spent looking’s such a waste
While good moods face destroying.
Since even in a smallish space
There’s lots of room for hiding,
So when you’ve searched most every place,
Frustration’s not subsiding.
If giving up is not a choice,
You’re stuck without direction
And even if your inner voice
Is battling dejection
There has to be a point at which
The chances shrink to slender
Of finding what you lost, so switch
Your goal and just surrender.
When you force Mr. Zelinsky
to feed the Putineers who’ve bulldozed Ukraine.
That’s when I’ll pressure Israel
to give Hamas’ Gazastanis more grain
In my few quiet moments, I always say grace,
a mother first, trying to find my place,
my eyes are tired, every single day,
I’m praying for peace, to come some how, some way.
A co-worker's friendship is definitely great,
I work so hard, yet my bills are still late.
Im trying to juggle the roles, of being both mom and dad,
sometimes crying in bathroom, not wanting the kids to see me sad.
For them I work long hours, trying to make it all alright,
hiding the struggles that haunt me at night.
I want to be enough,
Why is this life so tough?
As a daughter, I wanted to make them proud,
but I suffer the burden of them humiliating me in front of a crowd.
A true love with someone I hope to share,
someone who means it when they say they’ll always be there.
For all that I strive to give, for all that I try,
here comes my racing thoughts,
asking myself why?
I dream of a moment where love holds the key,
to the genuine heart I have for them all,
something I fear they will never see.
If I should get punctured, laying leaking Crimson Tide,
call me Deacon Blues as I slowly start to die.
If they miss me, take it easy.
All is as it should be.
It's best to cut losses, cut ties, change your name, skip town, and grow a beard.. Like To-day, act now before patience sells out in turn I act out of character, and when I leave this is all that you'll talk about.
Our natural satellite departs slow.
Binds of the parasitic plant; first love ties.
The pulse on your neck is chattering, It's slurring its words.
Downtrodden, ragged, in rags soaking drenched and sitting comfortable in combustible liquid stenches.
Oblivious even in the question, oddly aggressively asking,
a straggly demand, expectant to be handed the light to smoke himself a real 'Death Sentence' cigarette.
The late moon is stunning, floating, acting like you're here and really you're staying, we all know that you're leaving.
What are we even thinking?
The only finger on the pulse plays to the beat of a night that reminds me of older days.
Guarded adversaries; imagine that.
The Heart Elapse.
Collapse.
Old and Grey or Rob the cradle to the grave.
...And I suppose therein lies the rub,
since society as a whole
is not like mother and child,
it does not fit into such roles.
To grow feelings are sometimes hurt,
in fact they are guaranteed to,
and half the time the push-and-pull
is what generates something new.
And often the failure in those we see
who claim they’re ‘victims’ and ‘oppressed,’
tells others what they shouldn’t do
if they’re looking to pass life’s test.
And saying unpopular things
is a check on passions and trends,
if such voices just get cancelled
we can walk blindly to bad ends.
The competition and friction
that gives our society life
slows and stops in female instinct
becomes our only guiding light,
which leaves you quite vulnerable
to those who make no such mistake,
maternal instinct does nothing
against monsters who just want to take.
This begs the questions, what do we
do to get it all back on track?
Tell women to marry, have more kinds
and into the kitchen get back?
Ugh…that’s gonna be a hard sell.
Why do you show me
such treasure,
only to deprive me.
When you are gone,
smoke fills the air,
I'm misplaced in
the mist of misery,
w a n d e r i n g
helplessly lost,
masking melancholic
emotions.
Parasite winds
bring little respite.
If only they would
whisper my
mute messages,
blowing tepidly
into your heart -
then maybe you
would gift me one
more glimpse.
Then like the
majestic sun would
you re-appear?
Embracing me with
passion and desire,
so my heart smiles
like the crescent moon,
till darkness comes,
veiling your light
and then
you disappear (again),
leaving me
misplaced in
the mist of misery.
Sunrise begins to lift a faint
blush of red behind the city skyline.
The day crawls out from under
it's covers and starts to reclaim
the dark, evaporating dreams,
piecing together memories,
anchoring the self in time.
Yet something is lost,
a word or a sentence misplaced
in translation, the omission
of a line of code in a cipher
used to unlock meaning.
That vast mechanism slowly grinds
through the gears and starts
to move, paving over lesions
with noise.
You try and hang on
but each day takes you further
away from what was left behind,
now no more than a dull, persistent
longing pitted nameless
in your waking hours
or haunting the shadows
of your troubled sleep.
You realize that if it weren't
for these thin connections
stretched like paper streamers
across time, you could easily be
someone else.
Trying to figure out where I went wrong
And why must I face this world all alone
There was a time I felt I belong
There was a time I had a home
Now the inner child is all grown
Just a lonely old man wonders along
Trying to remember where I belong
Trying to remember the way back home
Time is of the essence for it won't be long
I must leave this world for the unknown
Will you share the knowledge I have shown
For it's my destiny to let it be known
Long after I am dead and gone
Will you let my words live on
For all the years of feeling alone
For the love that I have shown
Fear and anger is all that I've known
Desperately yearning for a mind of my own
Maybe the next life is where I belong
Can you hear them calling me home
My soul is at peace but my mind it still roams
Looking for the love I once known
Will you hold my heart while I am gone
While I find a place I belong
While I find a place to call home
I reflect on what you look like now!
You were beauteous when I saw you last.
What precious gifts did time endow?
All those years of tranquil absence
As you slumbered away the time somehow.
I wonder if your eyes remain bright,
They always looked at me kindly.
I think that, if you're at home tonight,
I could give you a call ~ perhaps...
Or should I just simply write?
I expect that you smile as you always could;
Intriguing, enchanting, and toasty warm.
But you smiled for me today ~ I knew you would
(In any case I've misplaced your number).
I must be more careful ~ I know I should.
Do you think of me, perchance?
When days are long and nights are cold.
Bestow on me a passing glance?
Think of times, now far away ~ Distant?
A sombre time, a valedictory happenchance.
I should visit but what's to gain?
~ To see, now, how you are?
It could easily even cause you pain.
I would come soon, now! today!
But outside it looks like rain.
(written while thinking of my daughter)
Your face come daily to my mind
and I know it is for you for whom I fight
I hope you can feel deep inside
that you are all what I really mind...
One day at a time is all I can handle
my head, my toes r about to crumble
I hope all it's worth in this big tumble
I'm tired & melted like an old candle...
Schools and universities where never for me
there was so much more I wanted to see
the beautiful sunset before to sleep
the clouds, the rain, my mother, my street...
Misplaced from always is how I felt
nobody seemed to notice, nobody seemed to care
I closed my eyes trying to understand
but the world was spinning too fast in my head...
Words and words lines and lines
One, two, three, four and five
I have no motivation nor desire
to continue this game of wasting life...
But then again I see your face
though you r sleeping and I am awake
I hope when you come I could be that place
where you can dream, where you can grow & always be yourself.
Jessica
your love stifles me
your love, it brings me down
you love, it never lifts
your love is never around
you love, it holds me
under; I feel I may drown
your live bites and tears me
your love's a burden and I'm bound
I'm not sure how it came to this
but I'm sure this shouldn't be
your love's a poisonous kiss
and I know it's killing me.
MISPLACED APPRECIATION
Once more the irrepressible wind of spring nears,
Flattens the stalks of new copse shoots,
Drowns the dryng roses with excessive vernal tears,
Exposes the remains of snow drift roots.
We stand, heedless zombies, applauding
The reckless destruction and defeat
From Invisible muscles of wayward spring -
Smiling automatically at its advancing heat.
Eff this and eff you,
And eff that horse you rode in on too,
The way you speak to me,
Is definatly uncalled for you see,
My tone can sometimes seem a bit rough,
I seem a bit cocky all actin' tough,
As your girl I should get respect,
Instead I only feel like a reject,
You said, "my queen" and I could dig it,
Other names you've given that I'd omit,
I do not treat you as a lesser,
So why are you such a suppressor,
We should be equal you and me,
Treat me well ill forever be your devotee,
Continue this way and you'll see me run,
Because I feel no love and its not any fun!
2.8.21
teen had misplaced gene
which was known to make him mean
do te being a queen
This world misplaced me long ago
From the bully to the bullied
I cris cross time forgot the past
Been lost for so long
The anxiety overwhelms
Distractions on my mind
Lose focus lost hope
I can no longer hide
Reality is never it in this game of hide and seek
I run so far and gain no distance
Replaying regretted time
Is there a fix for this handicap I see
Convulsive behaviors oh how they surface
Tried to bury them like my childhood
But again they knock louder and louder
This world misplaced me long ago in this abnormal realm I created called my own silence.
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