A warning to possession.
To the demons chancing claim of skin: I dare you to take this body, and dare you to take this mind.
Better yet, I beg of you, to claim each for a ride.
Would you like to suffer reason?
Suffer sound of self each second?
Or rather suffer thoughtless sense,
Even you could not have reckoned?
I bare your sense to be.
Aware to some degree.
While others often fail to see,
There's more to their own glee.
Which host would you endure?
A former or a latter?
If not of thought you would prefer,
Ignore me and my matter.
In the flowing darkness of the delirious night
I saw once my being sink with my essence escaping,
get dissipated in dissociative domain of ethereal ether
where I heard the sound of the distant bells toll faintly,
masking the music of my life’s violin fading away
in stalled time’s deadly depth of smothering silence.
That night I felt my frail body paranormally possessed,
the pounding heart pushing blood to the brain in a rush.
While with the swinging sense I floated in the thin air,
the vaporized eyes strained in vain to clear the vision
as they looked vacantly held in the helm of hallucination,
shaping the engulfing ominous silhouette of collapsed space.
That’s when I saw a pale figure appear as if frozen
in the mist outside the window open on the seraphic sky.
As the gloomy clouds cleared I saw in the moonshine
the smiling face of my mother who I’d lost decades ago.
She came to take me with her, but before I could say ‘wait’
I crossed the boundary between self and spell to recoup me.
the possession of a vessel
a cradle call
a steady fall
a empty cost
and all's lost
a candle care
a random share
a fullness last
and all's cast
a constant claim
a longing name
a least of more
and all's before
a costly care
a vessel rare
an emptied full
and all's pull
a cradle claim
a constant name
a candle fair
a vessel care
cradle candle
constant cost
care and cast
and all is last
alex e nelson
ohio
I have a body till I’m to survive
to feel myself as a living person
to continue journey, so long I live.
When to leave the body ! Me in tension.
Depending on body, my life to lead :
At any time I can meet my demise.
Inevitable, no more to proceed.
I don’t possess my body, great surprise.
Inherited body from my parents.
On the body I can have no control.
Yet bound to care for Body, no complaints.
Only wishful thinking : May I own Soul?
To use in life, body given to live.
Bare fact : From body I’m destined to leave.
It started as a whisper, faint,
A voice that slithered through my brain.
Not my own, but just as clear,
A presence lurking ever near.
At first, a shudder down my spine,
A fleeting thought that wasn’t mine.
Hands that moved without command,
Footsteps shifting in the sand.
My mouth would form a stranger’s sound,
Words escaping, unprofound.
My mirror’s face, though still my own,
Reflected something not alone.
I fought with will, with endless dread,
A war inside my weary head.
Yet every day, it took its claim,
My mind was dark, my soul felt maimed.
And then one night, no battle came,
No voice, no force, no phantom’s name.
Just silence where the echo stayed—
Was I the one who’d been betrayed?
Had I fought, or had I fled?
Was I me… or was I dead?
Her smile, the softly ringing bells of her laughter, the newly discovered talismans against encroaching death.
The delicate light, faint but growing, that first lit and warmed her own glowing freckled skin, danced in her eyes like the sea in the summer, bounced off the glints of auburn in her hair until she seemed lighted from the inside like a lantern...and as a lantern would, drove the darkest, heaviest shadows from the corners around her.
Oh...this...SHE...is what is meant by the divinity...in feminity. I see. Her face, these eyes, the heavy slope of these breasts. They are the design that completed creation and made it right. They are beauty and joy and life. The curve of this belly, the unafraid openness of this soul that invites and offers rest. It is comfort and it is peace and it is sacred. At once she is the warm home fire that draws me in and the precious marble statue, cool and pristine, blocked off, in my mind, behind proverbial velvet ropes, art, not for hands like mine to touch...
Oh, but I would die of exhaustion, making her smile, keeping her laughing...and humbly watching her gentle, holy light.
Everyone's things are possessive:
don't touch
don't talk
don't flirt
don't act badly
If you don't want something happen to you.
Demon possession is on the rise
Because so many people are believing the enemies lies
He loves to dress in disguise
Seducing his victims until their demise
He creeps into families when there is no order
Then cleverly steals your sons and daughters
He feeds on wounds that were left without care
Before you know it your true identity isn't there
He comes to those parties, dressed with a name
And slowly injects you with all of his shame
He eats away at anyone with purpose
One Day you wake up and your life is a circus
But there is nothing funny about the show
Every night of the performance the tears drastically flow
Spiritual cataracts and scales form on your eyes
Your spirit man becomes vexed and it quietly dies
The trauma and tragedies play on repeat
The only remedy is a love that made death obsolete
He destroyed every curse with the cross of redemption
He is the only one who can change your perception
There is no one too far gone that he can't reach
Even if you have felt that your life has been breached
If you open your heart to Jesus you will find
He is the only one who can give you true peace of mind!
By: Sabina Nicole
With no attachments
No possession nor expectations,
Love like you DON'T.
With no demands
No conditions nor Afflictions
Love like you DON'T.
Let them question your intentions
As you allow yourself to settle,
Like a river with no shore.
Like you don't care
Be like a dream,
That fades with no trace.
Ofcourse it's dangerous game
But will definitely let you know
If it is worth a stay,
It will let you know if it is safe to finally show.
"I love words, because they're mine. Utterly, completely mine. I can share them with others. I can keep them to myself. I can use them over and over again. No matter what I do, they'll always be mine. No one can take them away from me." - Parker S. Huntington
Penniless and powerless
Naught is utterly mine,
'Cept one significant thing
That shall never be thine
Take thee my happiness
Take thee all my time,
Still, I hold the words
And I possess the rhyme
For poetry, thou cannot claim
Be I alive or be I dead,
Naught is utterly mine
'Cept thine words thee read.
When
Giving silently makes you hollow
Draining your feeling of possessions
Worrying you bit by bit of tomorrow
Of still thinking about your giving reasons
Then
You don’t wholly give, but lending for something in return
Someday, somewhere, somehow, someway
For true giving makes you fuller in many ways
Of never asking for anything, but merely giving away.
And
That's the hardest way
of disowning possessions.
peace can be yours
and mines possession
It's found in the littlest of things
a warm smile or an act of good will
these are priceless for the peace
that it brings
there was an old man
who had little money
safe to say he barely got by
but he gave so much to his neighbors
for he smiled, held open a door, and
made faces at the babies that cried
his eyes were aged and blue
but they were lit with a peaceful glow
sure of his steps and happy in his ways
you wondered what for him made it so
he didn't have many possessions
he had not moved and shook the world
he didn't appear to have any family
he didn't take up courting a girl
so why then did his disposition
capture the hearts of so many?
he was a friend to every man
and no one knew not one single enemy
he was a great man of peace
for his Maker had made peace with him
he accepted Jesus long ago
and realized his greatest possession back then
so the old man walked freely each day
his message was always the same
"ask Jesus into your heart, He's waiting
receive peace, He knows you by name"
Bottle of Vodka, one knitting needle
We only sell knitting needles in pairs.
Of course, you do. All good things come in pairs.
Would you like a bag for life, save the planet.
A bag for life would be wonderful.
He lied, she thought.
But that was just typical of men.
She should show him the bag.
You said it was a bag for life.
But it’s not.
Look inside, you lied.
She sure didn’t feel good
Blood and blob
The Vodka did the job
Flush the lie
Now she could die
She didn’t die
Just cried
It didn’t help
Just the way she felt
Time moves on
Secret stays hidden
Tomorrow's another day
Just another day
But life is strange
He noticed she was heavily pregnant
Nice to see you’re still saving the planet
Yes, we all have to do our part
A bag for life
Treasured possession.
I was afraid of losing myself in you.
I was afraid there would not be enough time
To touch all the places that are you
I was afraid you would be afraid of me
My look, my touch
Penetrating so deeply into you
Wanting to wear you like skin
Absorb you into me
Like the evaporation of time
Silent, but unyielding
A stem sprouts leaves two
Holding cute bud new
Grows free
Unfurls charming hue
Makes a flower blue
Blooms glee
Unframed scene sticks to
Pleased plant, shines with dew
Silky.
Bridge the two banks see
Standing on strong knee
Crossbow
Structure so crafty
Makes closeness lovely
Somehow
Bonding seems to be
River’s sole trustee
To show.
Longing two hearts grow
Desires in spate flow
Find clue
To bloom life nouveau
Paired love’s floral glow
Debut
Dear link two lives know
Living brings rainbow
In view.
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March 18, 2023
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Contest : Write Me A Virelai
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