through streets of déclassé squalor, i wander,
courtesan of chaos my feet bare,
ballerina on the dirty floor
o the city's kin of decay,
ragtag orchestra plays its dirge;
an eerie swan song.
i dance with shadows, a mistress of midnight's
in alleyways, i hear the ghosts of carnal revelries,
know the dolled-up ghoul of society's sweet melee,
her cocktail shrouded in obtuseness,
shares its waves of beer-fused intoxication
The rot of humanity's shadow is not in the ink,
but in the darkness that fuels the pen,
gruesome daggers, dripping honeyed poison.
with pride - I fall
with envy - I fall
boasting - I fall
know-it-all - I fall
I claim - I fall
with anger - I fall
with hate - I fall
only in silence, have I found...
I can get back up
again
and again
and again
in observance of why
I fell
FF - Time is Nigh - 5/14/24
a fly
buzzed by
eye dry
asked why
I cry
I dreamed my way here
I’ve had my cringe moments
I feel pressure, I lose perspective
I’ve wholeheartedly failed
I misspeak, underthink, overreact
I try to do the right thing
the right thing isn’t always clear
I’ve tried to hold on
I’ve let go with grace
I’ve charged ahead
I’ve stepped aside
I self-sabotage, then try to do better
I’ve self-consciously retreated
I’ve stood up for others
I’ve backed down and apologized
I’ve rinsed and repeated
I’m a chameleon, but I’ve never been perfect
I’ve under-reacted to challenges
I’ve overreacted to the ordinary
I devalue likeability
I indulge the language of play
I share my human experience
I don’t know what else to say.
Nigh the forest I go,
Where dreams sigh in silence
Rustling beneath the stars
In praise, gentle laughter
Played by timeworn guitars.
Nigh the forest I go,
Where breathless pines delight,
Aroused by dancing leaves,
Beyond sparkling creeks, songs
Peace flowing as she grieves.
Nigh the forest I go,
Where music moves my soul,
Meeting my heart’s prayers
Blessings I don’t expect,
Unspoiled wood still declares.
Nigh the forest I go,
Where God’s voice speaks wonders,
Promising His great grace,
Lingering like calm faith,
Woodlands are the best place!
There was a venturous gent
Who travelled the earth’s extent
But at the North Pole
It took quite a toll
Deciphering their accent
It started when he heard elves
Discussing amongst themselves
Saying: ‘le’s make oys
For he girls and boys
And pu all his suff on shelves’
Then said: ‘beer wear warm bandannas
Visiing Monreal and Monana
Because we’re old
Is exra cold
So bring exra blankes for Sana’
Now this gent was truly confused
With the kind of language elves used
Yet he feared missing
So kept on listening
And flipped from anguished to amused
The elves resumed: ‘Is ime o sing
Followed by hiry bells o ring’
Well that sent the gent
Closer to the scent
Of the kind of slang they did sling
He then met the elves finally
With a hey, hello, and howdy
Then said the words right
Singing Silent Night
As: ‘Silen nigh’; with a silent T
Translation if wanted:
Let's make toys
For the girls and boys
And put all this stuff on shelves
Beter wear warm pajamas
Visiting Montreal and Montana
Because we're told
It's extra cold
So bring extra blankets for Santa
It's time to sing
Followed by thirty bells to ring.
Such is life's goodbye.
Clap is thunder's applause.
Call is curtain's drawl.
Death is being, been.
Passover's end is nigh upon us
two more days to celebrate
and contemplate
the gift of freedom, but to be honest
without law and order, I'm no advocate
I looked up into the sky
Dreamt of a world entirely of mine
The twinkling stars engulfed in the
pitch black ocean
My avidious eyes gleaming to see them
To be known
In a world unknown ,the time flew abide
and the black ocean soon turned white
Again I looked up into the sky
But this time the world was gone
And the dream was over
Soon , I realised the black night
Changed white
When I said that a day was coming,
When I would cry no more tears,
Or even verbalize exactly how I was feeling;
I was sure it would come to pass,
Just like today, and would soon be past.
I expected it not to be longer,
Nevertheless, I remained patient towards it;
Took in all the insults and shame and hate,
To have myself preserved, for a better death.
This isn't about death,
It's about how I have maneuvered all this time,
What I did and what I needn't do again;
In my mistakes,I have earned lessons,
Good and bad-
And through my waiting,I have gotten the deliverance.
It is going to go away but not forever,
But it's not something that should keep me down,
When I can live with it till the years go into history.
What I can not change,I have adapted to live with-
And that's how life moves on.
When time is nigh
means time to die
and now you know
the when and why
suddenly you have
so many reasons to live
Wishing for ways
you could change all the days
your raging pain
kept your ire ablaze
with so much more than anger
left to give
Everything thought
so important to you
becomes of the least
your heart now longs to do
All of your thoughts are focused
on what they’ll remember
Did the warmth of my fire
bring comfort or pain
my brightness of light enough to remain
before the flame became a dying ember
Now you can see from the other side
from nothingness
with nowhere to hide
the light to fade with the setting of your sun
There’s nothing I can change of the past
but pray it all will make its last
impression be of love for what is done.
~Jeannie Cronin
When God draws nigh, all nodes within form sigh
Magnetic heat peaks, opens our third eye
Soma nectar flows, our heart’s all aglow
Presence abides in tranquil stillness slow
Throbbing rapture takes us to a new high
Fears recede, as our ego cravings die
We dance to tunes of love, no longer shy
Between our eyebrows, bliss pulsations grow
When God draws nigh
Life lived thus far, seems to be a big lie
The false falls, when lower mind we decry
Head and heart meld, our compassion mellow
Benedictions graced, as God does endow
Vaporised soul begins to wingless fly
When God draws nigh
21-March-2022
When Moses was warming his hands
God issued a set of commands
God etched them in stone
And heard Moses moan,
"The Rock of Elvis will rock bands!"
I had a vision last
Night, or was it
A dream; as I starred outside my window,
A wave of thick dark volcanic dust
I saw, from a distance, consuming everything it hit,
So down on the floor, I squat awaiting my turn, the grand show,
And in that moment around me, with my heart beating fast,
I noticed people's faces, disparity clearly lit,
Was this the end of things though?
Nothing happened. Had I already been reduced to dust
I thought, so outside the window I stood to peep
And a blood frenzy caught my attention,
I looked at the people in the room
And the next thing I know
I wake up to this world.
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