More than words, but experiences
Through turmoil of intimidation
Dignity of Character
Storms that only a Poet knows
Story ethics
Dialog prelude
Voices shouting
Emotions unleashed
Sentences leading the way
Script sense
Passing moments of unsettled thoughts
Midnight writing of ideas
The premiere of what is too come
Alpha by Alpha scenery seen
Feeling and impact
Tears anguish from reflection
Happy and sad times
Influences offering the push through struggles
Time being the accelerate
Echoes chanting approved
Rising from the deep ocean surface
Sacrifice after sacrifice
Rising above all
Answering to one’s call
Conquering dreams that were possibilities
Poet’s Unity
Theo honor
Discovery of a Poet being exploration
Responsibility and commitment
Destiny charged
Born to achieve
Poet elements of Purpose, Objective, Expressions and Transform
Feel and believe it.
There are demons I fight
That live inside of my head
No one knows that they exist
I choose to hide them instead
They torment my heart
And they torment my mind
There is no sense of peace
That I’m able to quite find
I wish they would go away
And finally leave me all alone
They have killed all my happiness
While my depression has grown
All the pain I have stored
Would make most men die
But I push through it all
And when no one is looking I cry
Hiding the river of tears that flow
One down each side of my face
I wish I had another emotion to feel
And this misery I could replace
Until that day comes around
I’ll be stuck in this living hell
Forever filled with this depression
Unable to ever feel like I’m well
If you can breathe through it
You can get through it
If you can get through it
You can rise
If you can breathe through it
You can see your way through it
If you can see your way through it
You can fly
If you can breathe through it
You can push through it
If you can push through it
You can begin…again
If you can breathe through it
You can grow through it
If you can grow through it
You can win
Just breathe!
You practice and you train,
you wrack your damn brain,
you push through the pain,
it still goes
sideways.
You’re up before dawn,
give it guts and brawn,
till the last ounce is gone,
it still goes
sideways.
You have all the tools,
and follow regs and rules,
like all the other fools,
it still goes
sideways.
You do it all right,
keep it in the fight,
hustling day and night,
it still goes
sideways.
No matter what you do,
how much you go through,
all the s*** you knew,
it still goes
sideways.
Sideways.
Sideways.
Always goes sideways.
Off the rails.
Off the track.
Backa**wards.
Catching flak.
Sideways.
Things get crazy.
S*** hits the fan.
Goes **** up.
Gotta pay the man.
Sideways.
Things gone south.
Went to the dogs.
Gone to hell.
Lost in the fog.
Just sideways.
Sideways.
She rises with the morning sun,
Unfinished battles, never done.
With quiet strength and fearless grace,
The fire of purpose on her face.
She walks through storms without a sound,
Her dreams are roots deep in the ground.
She bends, but never breaks in two—
The world may test, but she'll push through.
Her hands may ache, her heart may bleed,
Still, she gives all to those in need.
With every scar, she shines more bright,
A warrior cloaked in gentle light.
She speaks her truth, she owns her name,
Unshaken by the winds of shame.
She loves with depth, she leads with soul,
Each wound she wears has made her whole.
A strong woman—fierce, bold, and wise,
A mirror of the endless skies.
Not just in strength, but love she stands—
The world reshaped by her own hands.
Weightlessness
My soul floats "along with the thunder,"
Saturated with impending rain,
Scattered back throughout the earth,
Lost among ancient ruins and countless seas.
I awaken, feeling hollowness within my quivering heart.
Frantically getting dressed,
The front door blows open—
Listening to its siren's call.
Piece by fragile piece, I must absorb it back into my mortal coil.
Hike through deadly nightshade-tangled forests,
Sleep amongst somber bones in graveyards of contrition,
Push through arid, combusting deserts,
Swim through the waters of paranoia—
Riptides of mentholated melancholy.
Watch as the embers of dawn settle into the ashes of dusk.
Build a golden pyre upon the jaded shale,
Lay my weary bones on the cleansing flames,
Until I rise anew from the ashes,
Never again to be confined within corroded psychosocial cages.
War Machine
Get ready to bring down the house.
The politicians took down the barriers.
Weare running out of time.
Missiles are flying.
Wehave lost our independence.
Put up your fist.
The people have decided.
Stand up and fight.
Take down walls of reason.
Stand up and keep on believing.
The government is corrupt.
Weare taxed to death, don’t give up.
Be vigilant.
Don’t be silent.
Put the suits and ties in jail.
Without bail.
This country belongs to us.
The phony politicians are below us.
Weare one as a unit.
Stand strong and push through it.
Too many lies.
Raid our enemies and say goodbye.
Boundaries defined,
Freedom finds a focused path,
New blooms push through cracks.
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The pain increases every day
bit by bit, I have no say
I do what I can to ease it all
but it’s been a real long-haul
from cramping feet to head in a vice
swollen fingers, no paradise
aching hips, joints all stiff
inner workings gone skew-whiff
pins & needles, exhaustion too
I get no help, so I push through
muscles ache, it’s hard to heal
feel like perhaps I got a raw deal
Insomnia, brain fog, twitches & more
just some of the symptoms I endure
no two days are ever the same
Its wretched Fibro’s twisted game
The invisible illness no one sees
a chronic condition considered a disease
widespread pain & yet I smile
but some days wish I could turn down the dial.
The trees crowd in along the broken trail,
sunlight tries to push through, but mostly fails,
straight trunks spread out and obscure distant gaze,
there’s eyes out there, watching, afraid they’re prey.
Ahead a break grows larger with each step,
cerulean against the forest depth,
the summit rock cresting half of the peak,
this vantage sought by many weary feet.
Red squirrels chitter and dash as I emerge,
I want to shout, but I restrain the urge,
swellings of peaks spread out like tapestries,
their secrets hid beneath the endless trees,
a slash of gray where earth cuts through in stone,
Mother Nature is lost without her bones,
then rips of blue, a ribbon swaggers slow
to wild ponds saved by being remote,
marsh meadows near sometimes reveal a moose,
but today only mallards are in view.
Beyond this lies a scar, a bigger lake,
fringed by cabins and docks, stretching out straight,
above it all vultures fly on the breeze,
their slow circles effortless and lazy,
to think such birds get this view every day…
Who knows if again I will pass this way.
In the light of the South where the sun burns bright,
We march for freedom, we march for right.
With each step forward, we push through pain,
Dreaming of a world where love will reign.
The streets are filled with glimmer of hope,
As we gather strength to help us cope.
In the face of hatred, we stand tall,
United we rise, divided we fall.
My children ask me, "Why must we fight?"
I tell them, "For justice, for what is right."
For the dream of equality, we strive each day,
In the land of the free, we pave our way.
Though the road is long and fraught with fear,
Our voices echo, loud and clear.
From Selma to Montgomery, we march on,
In the name of freedom, until dawn.
Close your eyes, it's all about you
The pain of losing a loved one is beyond words
Many responsibilities upon your shoulders
Hope and courage you'll have to share
To those loved ones whose heart need consoling
Need to have a heart of steel to outdone weakness
Paint smile to others to show encouragement
Whose cynosure eyes tend to show some mercy
There's more to look for tomorrow on what to do today
Knowing that the future holds for success
There's rearranging of priorities now than before
Plans need to push through or goals to make changes
There's more to tap shoulders and hands to hold for help
Bare heart needing for careful attention too
More time for healing to get on track on the road
Much more so is relationship to assess for good.
Watching Them Wait
Lola's fingers tremble around her beads,
Her lips move, soundless prayers;
While outside, weeds
Push through cracked leads -
Life finds a way, who cares?
I can't grasp their dread of death,
This urge to bargain, plead;
Each day's a breath
Of joy, of meth -
Why beg for more to heed?
What bugs me most: they're wasting time,
Eyes fixed on pearly gates;
While church bells chime,
They miss life's prime,
As if it's heaven that waits.
They're blind to now - the pub's last call,
A friend's impromptu gig
The night's free-fall,
Some stranger's sprawl
Moments both small and big.
I want to yell, "Oi!! Look alive!!!"
But who am I to judge?
They'll strive and strive,
Half-dead, half-alive,
While I down another fudge.
So let them pray, let them dream,
Of some grand aftershow;
I'll grab ice cream,
Watch a Dota 2 team,
And all this messy now.
with a yellow trumpet nose and orange stamen
the lovely daffodil lead Michigan’s floral parade
always the first flower to push through to March
natural leader of the garden band
New Year
To face a new year
from the depths of my soul
Is like facing a fear
And not letting it go
A new beginning of being
And of not being scared
To fight through this battle
And pretend that I cared
A time to be positive
And start life anew
To push through the past
Not stick in it like glue
But the climb up this hill
Is far too steep
I’ve no energy left
And my future looks bleak
This mask- how it slips now
I just want to hide
I’m scared of myself
There’s nothing left inside…
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