In the face of irresistible attraction, I lose myself in my rebellious nature,
I cannot restrain what I feel, nor change the choices I've made,
I act contrary to expectations, like an undisciplined artist,
For I lack the power to hold back when you are near me.
Your presence is a storm that consumes me, an endless whirlwind,
It overwhelms me, pulls me from reality, and carries me into a dream,
For a moment that feels like eternity, a time suspended in time,
I feel helpless, captive in a universe where only you exist.
I am lost, without clear thoughts, unable to distinguish or believe,
In anything but you, in the light that gently blinds me,
Everything I've learned, everything I've built as the foundation of my being,
Has scattered, with no rules or religions to make me think otherwise.
I am at your mercy, whether you intended it to be so or not,
It's the way I feel, it's the way I am when you are near me,
Like a leaf carried by the wind, like a song without end,
I surrender to you, uncontrollable attraction and boundless desire.
Self control, God knows, is difficult at best…
Especially when rebellious is the
self possessed.
I've put myself in corners,
I'll be grounded till pigs have wings
I can't even tell myself what to do, it seems.
I had only just heard that UK cheese was revolting.? Not mildewed or slimy which could be
Insulting? No.! even the cheeses have it seems had enough of that quyeer kahmer
Nonsense and stuff.' It seems they're egged on by mother goose? Probably a code name
If what I hear is truth? The thing all got started because of some cows Daisy and Ermentrude
Were insulted and how..? This angers all cheeses! the Leicesters are mad red.' And some real Tough chedder is about to shed, its cool staid image before all is said.' As sure as
Grass makes hay.' And cows our milk, we need un-tarnished cheeses not some man made
Filth.' Yes cows have farted.. And will again' and humans grew strong and repulsed some pains the
Products great' its allways been green.) Like the farmers fields a beautiful scene..Yet over to
The cheeses.' Who are on the roll.' They want to escape from (old kahmer's) intended gaol
I think this cheesy battle could come true.? Here's trusting to human acumen though it's another way to get
Through.'
And when the parade ends then what
Memories some good some bad some regrets
Songs I remember lyrics I can forget
But your love is a song that eases my troubled mind
You promised to never leave me I doubted you
because my rebellious ways running is all I knew
I wanted a separation you go your way
I go my way so it played out for awhile
But my hard times never left me they ran with me
yet you ran with me too
That’s never happened before
I am not easily understood
I don’t easily understand
Like Jonah the storms came
until there was nowhere to run
yet you ran with me when others didn’t
You gave my hand a squeeze
Inviting me to eat with the tax collectors and sinners
I joined you for some bread and wine
I never knew somebody like You
Your love was not a lie like so many before
And You kissed my soul like no other
F.B
Focused on the butterfly without wings
A beauty that is yet to be realized
Comforted by the cocoon wrapped in ridicule
For only time will reveal her true purpose
Emergence from stagnation into the great unknown
Whatever remains unseen, will remain unattainable
With a rebellious spirit, she urges others to see her beauty within
An ugly truth hidden under wraps
Blanketed with the burden of those who emerged before her
Into the light she goes, still trapped within the darkness
I’m run by rising rhyming rant,
You wish you caught me but you can’t!
I wish to stop this run of rhyme,
It gobbles up my time, no dime.
I wish to turn to poignant prose -
Unstructured, unrhymed and verbose.
I wish to write an awesome book
With King of Horror’s type of hook,
Jurassic Park or Bridge of Spies,
(if nothing else Jaws would suffice)
The one that catches Spielberg’s eyes.
So here’s a clean slate of my quill
Upon my fresh prosaic will -
To write like Stephen, sought by Steve -
My resolve by next New Year’s Eve.
As I construct my verse run free,
These darn rhymes still won’t quit on me.
I guess I’m doomed and so are you!
My rhymes rejoice, each year anew!
Therefore for a New Year I wish
For perfect rhymes, not perfect-ish!
This field is crowded with competition
I won't share any aspects of my position
In a never-ending battle to stay alive
While our gaze was wide, we failed to contrive
Ever in search of some sort of growth?
Yet we decay in the dismal dust of sloth
As time goes on, the truth turns neutral
Realize that the current era is crucial
None have altered the way quarks behave
It's not yet time to swim and dive with a wave
Why have we been so productive recently?
Let's cast our conflicts behind us peacefully
Here, our core fantasies are the only limit
The sky is endless, and I never spent a minute
There is no room for gradual success
A pick that showed the finest fourth express
There would be no impetus for us to mature
Glad to have met those who let sense be secure.
Written: May 25, 2023
Rebellious young child of the sea,
Why do you always flee
From admitting yourself wrong,
And still letting your heart be filled with envy and pride?
Why do you glide away
From friend to friend?
Seems like whatever you do will always end.
I hear you are rebellious against His Word
And that you allow astrology
And deep interpretations to be thy guide.
Everyone says that you are just that way,
Because you believe you're forever a child,
Yet contradictingly,
You say you're a child of The Lord,
If so, why are you some times impure and insecure?
Thy answer is, "I am free to be what I want to be..."
"For Jesus' salvation is for everyone including me..."
"Although I run away, my soul clings onto friends and misses them dear..."
"I'm usually not myself around others,
because I have one small fear..."
"I pray every night, asking for
His forgiveness and loving light,"
"And I also have this continuous inner fight..."
Convert! Said the Spanish conquistadors.
They were more violent than the Moors.
We put on our mask.
And did what they asked.
Pretending to believe in their Christian lores.
Rebelliousness... or normal conformities;
Individually, as they do have differences...
Awareness can easily detect absurdities,
Yet, who'd truly ignore rebel utterances?
Hobby works are rarely publicised, or true:
Who'd decide what's acceptable for verse?
Rebels cannot be disciplined, couldn't do;
Simply keep quiet, accepting it's adverse!
Please, come to my world: Scotland/Alba,
Rebelliousness flourishes within our souls;
Graciously, welcome to share our mantra:
FREEDOM actually achieves all your goals!
© Ewen A Morrison
e. 8.10.20
I may always be or at least try to be as much of a rebel as possible because it just may be that not being rebellious doesn't really work, is dishonest, and oftentimes is the destructive option.
We judge everybody with a blind eye
hiding all despicable faults inside;
the right-hand throws stones
to break the rebellious bones!
Brotherhood is the vision of the dreamers,
many have died for its universal and grand ideals,
and on their tombstones is clearly engraved
the epithet of compassion for having been bold!
More ages pass and peace is never achieved,
and if they blame it on tyranny, they are crucified;
and while the absolute power rests in the hands
of the vile: all must breathe behind spiked fences!
Freedom of the soul, freedom of the mind:
are the useless cries of the masses that grind
against each other to spark much distrust and rage;
will they elect a president with an untarnished image?
Cities and towns burn, their skies turn blacker than coal;
lack of air suffocate the pale infants in draped, dusty cradles,
but no mother is able to revive them by the dimming candles...
while outside the rebellious bones, one by one, gallantly fall!
My kids running wild at the park
Still nowhere near enough
Let us rediscover the great woods of old
Walk through the few enchanted space left
on earth where one gets bashed down by
that dark clock totally parasitic poisoning
conditioning chained to time
may we all unhook ourselves now from all
artificial construction erase mans hourglass
calendar a devestation at every beings core
layers warped by language imprisonment
Stop all pre-packaged consumption end
all dependancies remain a dignity never known
A power never imagined
REBELLIOUS
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
A rebellious act is not always a showing of disrespect
It may be an activity for a right you’re trying to protect
Every fiat and decree issued by an agency of the government
Will alienate some creating disapproval and discontent
The reaction by the issuer to the noncomplying reply
Will lead to further upheavals and failure to comply
If cooler heads fail to provide prudent leadership
The seeds may be sown for a tyrannical dictatorship
Every government is oppressive by its very structure
Each agency within develops its own governing culture
Each attempts to lead the charge into the way things are done
To gain power and by legislation force the public to succumb
To the guidance and knowledge of at hand ideologues
Who’s best assessment of the public, a pond full of frogs.
A freedom lost returns not by itself, it takes sacrifice
Vigilant attention is the paradigm of a freedoms life
Rebellions Rhapsody
She had earned the sapphire talisman
freed herself from need’s plethoric drive
ceased longing for the dulcet drone
of felicity’s failing evanescence.
The chrysalis of crumbling youth -
idyllic illusion – awakening
her radiant, rhapsodic rebellion.
John G. Lawless
1/21/2016
Silent One's - 10 word challenge
Plethora, Evanescent, Felicity, Rhapsodic, Idyllic, Dulcet, Chrysalis, Radiant, Sapphire, Talisman
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