My Uncanny Sighs of Distress and the Tears of Tribulation
I’m in distress
I can’t express
How I feel deep down inside
This feeling is a terrible tide
How do I impress
Everyone here in excess?
I’m just here to simply abide
By God’s Law, I don’t subside
My tears are diamonds in the cave
You left me glistening, but I am still listening
You left me with nothing to do
But yet you put me through strenuous, endless work here
You left me a sea of endless blue
But yet you put me through so much unneeded fear, dear
Till death do me part,
I will not shatter apart
Till death do me part,
I will take heart, take heart
Till death do me part,
I will roll away the deathcart
Till death do me part,
I’m ripping me apart, my art
My lovely piece of art
My masterpiece from the start
You are like apple tarts
Beyond a number one on the charts
You pieced together
My once adrenalin-burden, broken and unspoken parts
I have been forever
Bound in rusty, ancient chains to your cold-stoned hearts
Laid upon the table of cards
You left me scattered like shards
Of nothingness…of cracked-open ribcages of rage and egg shells of ecstasy sham
Dove of love, I rove in your arms of you-do-me-no-harm charms — my tears of tribulation is who I am…who I am…God’s finally-found lamb
I’m in distress once more
I can’t express this emotion to the core
How do I feel this way deep down inside? Why am I so extravagantly lost in ecstasy, yet forever found in hell’s dystopian dread?
This feeling is a terrible tide of far from a mending pride that’s a shadow in hiding and a hope that dried up and has become dead
God is still abiding by my side
After all I have done under the wrath of the sun
God is not subsiding from my ride
Of downs and ups, leaving me coming undone
Gather my tears in clusters of shamelessness
Lather up my cheers in my heartfelt, bejeweled happiness
Tatter up and tear away the sunset of upset in my fretfulness
Splatter away the raindrops from bitter clouds and rise up above me with eagle wings of fervor-fantastic flight, sunrise of graciousness
My fear has been transformed to faithfulness
Dove into death’s dark vale of hopelessness
It appears that, once again, I am conformed into facing reality’s demise
Don’t seek me — I’m not wise…don’t seek me — I’m not wise…don’t consider me with considerate, honorable eyes
My tears are diamonds in the cave
I’m trying to behave and be brave
Through the storms of tribulation in my life
Throughout my life, I’ve dealt with this strife
That’s been killing me deep inside,
But it’s enlivening my cold, strong soul
I’ve been crossing a terribly teary tide
But it’s enlightening my spirits as a whole
My living loneliness is never-ending…it’s an endless cycle of doubt
I need to be walking God’s radiant route and you know what I am talking about
I’m giving it all I got — the strength that has left me to bittersweetly rot
Ironically enough, I’m fine and well — what about you, dwelling in heavenly pleasures that you sought after and won soon afterwards? It’s all because my flame of freedom wasn’t that hot like yours is…damn, it’s all for naught
I’m scatterbrained in my lyrical rhymes of dangerous roads
Where is my abode? Where is my home of hope when I need it most?
I cope with these…hard, heartless and hateful sensations
I am like a dry, useless soap, hanging on the cage-like shelf in that bathroom shower of desires and devastations
I’m sorry…I can’t cope anymore…I’m sore and I can’t soar no more, the one I simply adore…my head of unsaid-dread is hanging by the thicket of rope
With my tears of tribulation, crawling into my frame of mind and breaking the glass within…it’s making me truly, sincerely sick
But I can pray that I won’t fall victim to being the prey of lack-of-tranquil-hope
Will I win or will I lose this race of hardships? They are but remnant-formations in my heart of left-all-alone through frowns, smiles, thin, neutral and thick
I’m succumbing to this corruption’s rum like an alcoholic, like some
Becoming dumb and numb like a bread crumb
Upon the unkept, dusty floor from down under
I am a bottomless chamber of lies below the gutter
In the pit of my stomach,
My tears of tribulation remain
In the pit of my stomach,
My fears in my cranium’s train
Keeps on going and going and going and going
Keeps on glowing and glowing and glowing
Keeps on growing and growing and growing
Keeps on blowing and blowing and blowing
Like a candle above the surface of water
In the pit of my stomach,
My tears of vanity and frustration mutter
Words of woe and words unlike any other
I fear naught
I have sought
To wipe those tears from my eyes
And smile away the bottomless lies
Have you heard I’m absurd like a bird, fluttering wingless and uncured?
Have you heard that I’m stronger than I realize and that I have endured?
I have endured the waves of emotion
My tears of tribulation — my one and only devotion and my lonesome ocean of peaceable commotion
Till death do me part,
I will not shatter apart
Till death do me part,
I will take heart, take heart
Till you bring me to life,
Will you zip out the strife?
Till you sing to me your mesmerizing, memorable muse and let anguish and guiltiness cease,
I will stay earnest and refuse to let the abuse of the past take me away from vast, vibrant peace
I am lost and nestled in your lullabies
But I will not be brainwashed by your lies
I am found in the arms of peace-abiding angels
I am not selling my soul to the darksome devils
I work for the angels above
I don’t laze around with the demons below
You know what I ponder of?
Classical music that inspires my mind aglow
I work for the angels above
I don’t crave attention and craze myself in bewilderment to feel irrational, unavailable and meaningless love
All the other genres of music doesn’t motivate me as much as classical does, I know
I don’t want unrequited, prudentless adoration for show
I need acceptance of who I am and who I will become —
God’s Holy Spirit-dwelling warrior and vigilant knight of tranquility in His Kingdom
I want affectionate might
To show me the way in which to go
It will give me so much delight
If you’d let me know, Lord, if I can glow
Like the sunrise…
In the eyes of the beholder
Rising in the highs…
If only I can become bolder
If only I can have time and effort
To show you that I care
I will raise you above the dirt in comfort
And share with you caressing, embracing, endearment you and I can bear
Instead, we must grimace
Through the nightmares of my tribulant tears
Go ahead and harshly dismiss
The times we cherished most of all as it appears
My tears of tribulation
Is due to a lack of intimacy I think
I can relate to this agitation
I believe I can make those cheeks of yours pink
If only I can see you smile and laugh wholeheartedly I’d say
With the tears of tribulation far behind us all, minus the dismay
I will weep no more,
One I simply adore
Copyright ©
J.W. Earnings
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