No Choice
When you feel lost, when you feel you have no control
When you feel frustrations multiply and consume you whole
When you feel confusion, like you no longer have a voice
When you feel life is not what you imagined, like you have no choice
There are times when you lose control , and carry the burden of guilt
There are times when you long for a life you once planned and built
There are times you reminisced for past moments of laughter and rejoice
There are times when anger consumes you because you have no choice
When you find yourself in times of debilitating pain and sorrow
When you find no cause to carry on, loosing a reason for tomorrow
When you realize you where given the gift of free will, you do have a voice
When you start to understand the meaning when you choose to have no choice
No Choice
What love won’t give you
and you can’t borrow
— you have to steal
**
Each Blessing
The day I
crossed over
not counting
the years
Fixation
with age
left behind
in arrears
No longer
a number
my thankfulness
spreads
For every
new day
life betroths me
to wed
Ignoring
the time
with each blessing
bestowed
The gate slowly
opens
its pearls
— all aglow
**
Shadows Long
A prisoner
of what he didn’t know
walls grew higher still
His sentence
no parole in sight
appeal was less than nil
A convict’s tale
his cell is dark
enlightenment denied
To serve each day
in shadows long
— with light condemned to die
**
I stand in solitude
I refuse to be the anchor
Upon another's neck.
I prepared for everything- I thought...
But being murdered slowly
By life itself?
Now that, I did not expect.
Time winds on
Like it always has
And perhaps it may
Always be so.
I have fought it,
Tried to stop it.
Ignored it all together
And even gone with the flow.
My actions
Make no difference
Every effort
My egos illusion.
Things will be
What they are to be.
And my want or will
Have no influence upon them.
Free will?
Yes...
Free to do as
Already predetermined.
Fate/destiny...
Call it what you want.
See it
However you want to see it.
It doesn't change the fact
That the past until the end.
Was from the future written.
Like a carrier pigeon returning to the place it was born.
It has no choice, by its instincts it is driven.
I love you
From your head to your toes
I love your eyes
I love your nose
I love the way you chat away
I love your nightime
I love your day
I just don't love when you're away
I love to know you.
Even that.
A simple presence
More nonsense chat
I love your heart
Your laugh, your voice
I cannot stop
I have no choice
I'd love to be there
Everyday
To see your tears
But wipe away
I guess red flags
Will wave and yet
I'd even love
Your scowl un-set..
I'd rather love
To make you smile
And hold you gently
All the while
And whisper comfort
In your ear
"You're fine, it's safe
My love.. is here"
They Had No Choice
Go chase them from their dugouts,
Go chase them from their trench,
bayonet all their Look outs,
ignore their dead’s foul stench.
Tomorrow you go over,
The top, that is my lads,
and there is very little chance,
of your return from France.
The rattle of machine guns,
displace a man with space,
That space, is Soon refilled,
with another of his race.
'No man's Land,' is where they die,
their bodies all strewn around like chaff,
with eyes unblinking, to the sky,
Never again to smile or laugh.
This was the war ,to end all wars,
Well that hope now lies buried,,
Man cannot close, hell's gaping doors,
his hope of peace, a losing cause.
It is not the dead that answer ,
When you ask the question why,
But they showed us by example,
How to live and how to die.
Their lives they gave, for freedom’s sake,
To save Our heritage , their dream,
To remember them all, is the pledge we make,
Our debt their sacrifice, to redeem..
Publish or
Perish
the Thought
Who chose the needle and the coloured thread
To weave our destiny of happiness or dread
Are we at the mercy of an invisible monogenes
When we realise our lives are not simple anyway
We were given choices we are led to understand
Is there anybody whose life went as they had planned
Life is like a tapestry, some big some small
Some of them are so big the sewer runs out of thread
Others are small and colourless, the owner is dead
We may not have a choice in our life plan
We can help put colour into others when we can
If we all picked colours of many different shades
Imagine the pleasure and joy this would convey
I'm tired,
and I need to get some sleep.
But I'll spend most of my night,
in a self-imposed fight.
Trying hard not to write
about how I, right now,
must write.
I'm caught in a bloodless battle
where no one gets killed.
But in this altercation
only ink will be spilled.
No chaos or carnage,
or even subterfuge.
I’m just facing a reality
knowing I'll always lose.
I'm a victim of inspiration
a slave to my passion,
and seduced by an epiphany.
I have no choice
but to pull out my pen,
and lord help me,
let the writing begin.
You see I feel a desperate urge,
a great need to write!
And I, like a junkie looking
for a two-day fix.
Must write and right now!
Each word pounding on the paper
like an intervention.
I need more of the soothing sensation
of a pen in my hand.
Because writing this piece,
was never my plan.
Oh God help me,
I'm a Poet.
I was born white in this country without a choice
I was born male and I had no choice
I have blue eyes and what use to be brown hair
I had no choice
I went to school to learn as a child and I had no choice
I had three brothers and a sister I had no choice
I grew up in a poor family I had no choice
My father was an alcoholic I had no choice
But now I can choose Love over hate
"SHE TOLD ME SHE WAS CONSTIPATED ,"BILL QUIPPED
"TALK IN MY GOOD EAR I'M KINDA DEAF , "BOB DIPPED
"SO I PUT TEN PRUNES IN HER CEREAL , " BILL GIGGLED
"GOT GAS BUDDY DON'T GET TOO CLOSE ," BOB JIGGLED
"JUMPING JACKS WILL HELP ," ITS WHAT I SAID TO HER
" BILL, I 'M GONNA LET ONE GO, MY STOMACH SAYS GRRR
AS BOB SINGS FRANK SINATRA IN A BARITONE VOICE
BILL FARTS THEN SAYS "SORRY BUDDY I HAD NO CHOICE"
11/04/2019
For Eve Roper's contest, #2 photo
We who spilt the split atom
We who gravitate away from gravity
The cancer seeking the cure
What happened to all the o'clock's
Lost in plain sight
Truth may set you free
but the lie
will always hide us
humanity
I choose to be apart
Finished before i start
Go chase them from their dugouts,
Go chase them from their trench,
bayonet all their Look outs,
ignore their dead’s foul stench.
Tomorrow you go over,
The top, that is my lads,
and there is very little chance,
of your return from France.
The rattle of machine guns,
displace a man with space,
That space, is Soon refilled,
with another of his race.
'No man's Land,' is where they die,
their bodies all strewn around like chaff,
with eyes unblinking, to the sky,
Never again to smile or laugh.
This was the war,to end all wars,
Well that hope now lies buried,,
Man cannot close, hell's gaping doors,
his hope of peace, a losing cause.
It is not the dead that answer ,
When you ask the question why,
But they showed us by example,
How to live and how to die.
Their lives they gave, for freedom’s sake,
To save Our heritage , their dream,
To remember them all, is the pledge we take,
Our debt their sacrifice, to redeem.
© a month ago, Damian Cranney
My muse wishes me to let her relax for a while, having no choice, I reluctantly agreed!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
15 May 2017
* See you later my friends. Thank you!
I didn't want to cut the rope
I wanted you instead
But daddy torched my innocence
Placed a gun up to my head
My naivety was gone
12 years is not that long
I fought and screamed and tried to run
But I was not that strong
You see little one, I would never want you dead
I would have rather killed myself than killing you instead
You see mommy has no money
Mommy has no home
And mommy doesn't want you living here when you would be alone
Cause you deserve a heaven
Not a bleeding broken home
I never meant to make you hurt
I know I crossed the line
Just know by taking your life
I was really taking mine
I'm crying on the staircase for the life we could have had
I wanted a life so bad with you
I wish you had a better dad
As I'm opening this bottle
I know we can make it through
I will never leave again because
I'm coming home
To you
Between two evils
No choice
But if you forced
Take the one
Less evil
No one can say
You done
A good choice!
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