Revenge placed a hand on my shoulder
and gifted me three pebbles weighing a boulder
One pebble was silence,
which bruised my tongue.
another was insult,
it cracked my ribs.
The smallest pebble was patience,
it poisoned my sleep.
Revenge then thrust me a mirror
which revealed a complete stranger.
My eyes burned in dust,
showed my shadow heavier
dragging behind me like a chain.
Revenge needed me,
until it rose as vengeance.
I was not born a weapon
but it made me live as one.
I long needed someone devoted to God.
Not the one who has always feared God.
Not the one who never at all revered God.
But the one who is aware we are all God.
I long needed someone who lives freely,
Not the one who lives strictly hypocritically;
Not the one who lives duly apathetically,
But the one who lives wisely lovingly.
I used to not know what I felt I was missing,
I now know what I was missing is living
Alongside one I am only now remembering.
I found someone bearing my life's meaning.
I used to compromise to earn their love.
I now undo my knots for one from above.
I finally found him whom also fits my glove.
I now have a love without push and shove.
Alone in a dark corner
A fleeting smile was all it took
~ setting the wheels in motion
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A Demon Needed Your Life
Hmm. Suffered life. From your memory. It’s a memoir
Yes, the past times passed worlds, but living in a style
Hmm. Living. Unknown home. Alone. No love, Big Issue
Never, hmm. This is a new sphere, soul space, no news
There is an empty life. Full of death. Died so many times
Times. Hmm. Only one time. Hmm. Pain. I buried your love
My hope and dream is just an image. Can you imagine?
Smoke. Fire. Dead bodies. Hmm. Our children have died
I love you. Still. Always. Diamond your life.
Wished. Hoped.
To me. For me
Hmm
A demon needed your life
Past me not that I have Wondered
By:Hymn. Written-me
Thee of love
an unbridled passion
Yeah of desire
A lovers want
We in love
A foolish conversation
We as one
Means others undone
I sought to be
As we are lovers
I bow from performance
I had been willing
Oh love Devine
Might I be less hated
To be loved
and in love
But not with you
Speak ye as mine
Ione dare not whisper
Oh til then
We part as friends
He who supplies
My weather you wonder
That we may be
Only friends
Oh then to God
I am recketed
In waiting
Abesenace I am
Without
Oh til then
Must stand
Debated
My thoughts and views
Trampled about
My true love
Allan done
To reduce tensions
Ignorant me
My foolish self
To be yours
I wait in wonder
Troubles me
Of then we are
Least and not perfect
Oh to God
And those who had
Troubled most
Redefined
Might than
You desire
Lay with me
Stress me not
But to ones duties
As lover
Friend
And wife
Consider me
In ones
Thoughts and mentions
Pray for us
We better still
FRESH FRUIT NEEDED
In peace’s awareness,
let us sow new fertile seeds;
reaping fruits thereof:-
Swirly breezes are just what is needed
As sun continues to shine unheeded
Long they’re awaited
Anticipated
Gentle winds are to be celebrated.
fiddling with a magnanimous tootling - no tutelage needed
anonymity of the artful dodger - blaming innocent bystander
widespread whisper and stare, waving away any hospitality
scent swept under the rug - stinker with a wink and a toodle loo
I needed to be
I didn’t want anything in this life. Just kind.
“You mean kindness.” Yes. I mean it, my Satan.
“To be, to be.” There is no existence. “No being.”
Then, where is the heart? “There is no heart.”
But I needed to be. “To be.” Yes. “Drop heart.”
I can’t. I have no heart. “Why?” Dried dream.
“Understand.” Hmm. “No more walking.” No more
‘Stay alone. Don’t do anything. Your way is gone.
“Be to be”
I do.
“No, don’t do.”
“Foggy Science created you.”
Yes.
I want a mental offensive.
“Why?”
Must delete the psychological disgust from humanity.
“Forever?”
Yes.
Hail Light!
“What did you want?”
To be.
“Without?”
Foggy Science of Psychology.
Big stones create strength,
little ones add stability.
Both are needed
for a wall to be structurally sound.
Much like life.
I thought I needed a wheelbarrow
Ordered a blue one and was cleaning up my yard piles
When I discovered the identical one, I had purchased last year
The perils of being a spendthrift!!
I needed just your life
I met a woman. On the train. Magnetized
My life, my heart. I hoped the woods of life
I was a poor man. I am a poor man. No love
No money, no car, no BMW, no castle. No woman
“She is the daughter of a big man,” said Satan.
This is true. Satan is right. Loved heart.
I forgot that woman. But she cannot forget me
She is reading these lines, I know. Just read, and read
Someone
Your poet
Loved you
Needed Love
A walker life asks the life, where is my life?
You have no life, you are destroyed, answers life
Walker can not feel love, outcast life, trapped heart
Love was a blurred desire, tears on the window glass
He needed love, poor guy, no money, stay dead life
No money, no honey, says the American saying; Dusty life
I am hopeless, created by foggy psychological monsters
The rats of the soul are my executioner, my blood’s drinker
I needed the love, and hope from my imagined desire
Diamond lady, my dream will never be realized
Living a past vision in my life, this lady loved too far
Oh, a still beating broken heart believes his lost dreamy life
Heavy sigh, weighted breathing, my heart is hammers kind
Remembering the guy who lost love and life, frozen life
Needed Love
Remembered Love
Dropped Desire
Misty Lady
Stopped heart
Mine
Goodbye…
… Life
Dear God in Jesus name will you on Los Angeles
Pour down the rain? Please give respite its in your
Power, despite evil plans.' Give some rain; let heavy
Clouds lower.' A fresh renewing curtain of love if
In your will? as with good news by the dove, fill the
Dams and flood rain down; show mercy Lord of all
Renown.' In the name of Jesus may relief come
Down.' Amen.'
There are traits good romances require.
Two of them aren’t sarcasm and ire.
Bobby’s temper’s the worst.
Each relationship’s cursed.
Who’ll be burned in his next dumpster fire?
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