The door opened
Admitting the sun
Filling the dark room with light and
Making the day's challenges
Manageable
I wasn't ready to fall in love
didn't have the time
something inside turned on me
it sold me down the line
wasn't going to fall for love
I couldn't take the chance
my feelings got the better of me
and sold me on romance
didn't want to deal with love
it wasn't in the cards
emotions took a hold of my reins
they sold me to the stars
because my heart turns traitor
when you're around
my mind is made up
but my heart lets me down
and like a Trojan horse
inside the citadel
my heart opened up to you
and I fell
Yesterday, I dreamed.
I saw myself opening the door,
receiving your crooked flowers,
telling you somnambulant secrets,
and laughing at your nonsense silent
Then, I woke up.
The sun had not yet awakened,
and my heart seemed breathless.
Nervous, I forgot what I was saying.
I only remember that, before falling asleep again,
I could have let you dream my dream.
Death has ushered me into a new Home—
The Bloom has opened—wide—
No Chamber here for sorrow—
But endless Rooms—inside—
A quiet hush of Petals—
Unfurl upon the Air—
As if the Soul were Gardened—
By Hands divinely fair.
The Walls are made of Silence—
Yet Music drifts between—
An unseen Choir attending—
What once the Grave had seen.
I lay my old attire—
Upon the Dust below—
And walk into the Meadow—
Where the everlasting—grows.
The Bloom has opened—fully—
And bids me—enter so—
Goodnight to all my family --
I can now release my soul.
Bullies exude a malevolent force
And victims suffer their mean hellish toll
What is their ultimate unpleasant goal?
Are we their punish-for-pleasure resource?
It’s more than their world’s an OCD course
Where we’re just glass marbles that they can roll
They’re addicts who relish life as a troll
Like unwelcome Vikings from cold lands Norse
These predators think they’re on a high horse
They spit out the meek into a waste bowl
Without love for those who possess a soul
They from humanity themselves divorce
When persons with power have a kind heart
Acts gentile and sweet might set them apart
Today the flood gates opened
A strong tide rushed down, coming down
Everything was just swept away
No one left, no one around
It became clear an act of God
See what happens in the Lord's mighty wrath?
He struck down with lightning and with thunder
We prayed that all things would again last
I opened the door to my heart
and had let it speak without a fence.
If you did close the door to your heart
"Do not worry", I give you that assurance.
Just be a keeper of the trust
by not using
any of our free and fiery conversations
to suddenly break my heart and the world
in an instance.
(31 03.2025)
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Sponsor-Matt Caliri
here I am escorted by doom and courted by gloom
it's a sad predicament
like being a crab without pinchers
so to speak
but I keep moving at the bottom of this sea
... of what life
with the bottom dwellers
feeding off the scraps
and avoiding traps
but I'm unbalanced and defenseless
and see myself as being a predator's dinner
I have no backdoor
or avenue of escape
Life isn't very worthy
So I'm unworthy of having my soul saved
And being of this existence
I feel down but I'm seventeen stories up
I'm low but I'm high at the moment
I pray
... bless me Father for I have sinned
So At the next low tide
At the next full moon, next impulse
I'll jump before being eaten
I'll leave a splash
There are no more stories
A nurturing environment where mama and loved ones
Always offer up arms and open doors unto everyone
Mama N them
Always has
Open arms and open doors
Hallelujah
8/7/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
I stood before the Angel
As the breeze kissed my face
Her wings fluttered in the wind
And the Angel opened her eyes
I knelt before her
And was touched by her
Bright colours exploded into view
Such a feeling of contentment
Spread out before me
Suddenly those things that tormented me
Left me and flew away
For today was the day
The Angel opened her eyes and took me in.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Here's some verse for Monika Smit, shes took the very worst
Faced every hit, got put in jail, on false covid charges'
She was paid out damages, though they lied their hardest!
Facist? communist.? Whats the worst they can make of it'
Slavery by any name' Victoria governs with it all the same..
The coppers followed dingos like..Sold their own grandmothers
(What are they like?) Strutting round like in the 1800s
The peoples enemy, yet with now dwindling numbers
They're covered by the judges cruel, who'll bend and alter
Any rule, the top is twisted, now the whole state knows
Which is spreading, like a bushfire how the country glows
The heat is on, where can they turn? Maybe they will feel
Some rope applied burns? Get dragged those thirty maybe
Forty yards? cause times a wearing, and they're down on
Their cards.' The tables are turning, wheels are now in motion
A nation is rising.' They're rejecting false notions, many sins
Are in blossom, and blood cries out, from the graves of
The victims, We hear the shouts' God is observant He is
Keeping a count ' their days are shortening there is no doubt!
“Opened”
What happens inside the heart,
when the gate opens
inside the mind?
a new world summons;
it’s never too late
to turn back,
but – Love,
the dilemma,
which way
now -
takes you
Home?
(LadyLabyrinth / 2024)
A New Year, A New Life
New Years Day
2024
"It takes all the running you can do, to keep in the same place. If you want to get somewhere else, you must run at least twice as fast as that!"
"'And what is the use of a book,' thought Alice, 'without pictures or conversation?'"
“Everything’s got a moral, if only you can find it.”
Little
Miss Witch nose twitched.
Bewitched a mundane stitch;
Halloween clown from head to toe
trick, treat.
She walked
Down the dark street
With sweet sounds of laughter.
Skittles, candy corn, M&Ms
Bag full
One, two,
Three, sudden; Poof!
Black spike hat, gown, and boots
Holding a kitten as black cat
Looked out.
would you say tomorrow
if the day would go way
does time stand still
to hear what people say
is it right to speak me as yours
what is now
if today is yours
To endure
to pull it through
to laugh at apin
to make it through
than honor those
who challenged me
to stand victorious
for a world to see
bit the nail
to chew it up
spit it out
and say it was tough
to see the woman
who wants a man
to fall on my knee
and say I'm her man
At the opened door of the weekday
The throat of the gate is choked
With the clamour of the cliché
of Aluta continua!
The little drop of hope
For the poor to breath on
Is now for the rich to tope
We might be covered
Like a stone in the grass
Yet still, we shall rise
Like sunlight from the sea.
Education is a right
Not a privilege
Why always the poor with austerity?
Why always the lower being suffocated?
Despite we are all the green and white.
The sun's protested for the pain
Even the cloud's lamented
Are we not the same?
Outside the board
You show your responsibility
But those under suffer a lot.
Why the hard decision on us?
Why extorting the little we could use
For the survival of our dinner dine?
Why forcing our future out of us?
Why so cruel
That you see everyone in your shoes?
The street has no choice,
Many talents will drop as your desire
We struggle to live!
We are students,
Not cash cows!
We shall not be broken!
Our flag will always fly on sky!
Our song will always be sung!
Is either you grant our wish
Or the world is shut!
The poor must breath!
And Aluta will not be ceased
To continue!
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