You broke me down
temporarily,
but I'm in
a much better place
now,
mentally,
so I no longer hear
the sad songs
of betrayal
that once seemed
to play
endlessly
in the corners
of my mind.
I no longer replay,
rewind,
or remember
how or why I allowed
myself
to surrender
to your lies and alibis,
everytime
you broke our bond
by cheating on me.
See,
I have picked up
the pieces of my life.
I am no longer
a victim
of the dark side
of love.
I'm in a spiritual place
now,
emotionally,
so I no longer feel
the pain
of my heart breaking
yet again,
or having anger
and hurt
fill every inch
of my soul.
I no longer cry
myself to sleep,
asking
the question
'why',
or trying to recall
the happiness
we once shared.
I have rebounded
from you.
I'm no longer
a victim.
I'm in a spiritual place
now,
and I have allowed
myself
the luxury
to love again,
to breathe again.
I have found happiness
and have planted
my feet firmly
in a spiritual place.
The time traveler desires to undo
the mess he made the first time through.
The kiss he stole rebounded like a dart
to lodge inside his blackened heart.
The more he stole the more he bled
like going downhill on a sled.
He hit the street and then the wall,
Time slowed down into a crawl.
Please, he begged, rewind this film,
truly I shall make amends.
I will marry her if once again
you grant me leave to begin
from when I caught her glance,
and then perchance
she will grant my wish
and give her kiss
to mend my roguish heart.
I carried grief,
an ache deep in my chest,
each breath tight,
each step heavy,
my world closing
around the hurt that stayed.
I held that pain
in my hands,
turning it over and over
as if feeling it
kept me alive.
But time flows on
and even stones soften...
edges worn down
by patient currents.
One morning,
I set the stone aside.
Not because I forgot,
not because I excused,
but because I was tired
of dragging yesterday
into each tomorrow.
Forgiveness is not
a letting go meant only for me:
it is what saved my chest,
the breath that rebounded
the sky opening above.
impacted by a verbal assault
although we rebounded soon
the incident made us reflect
on cause why we did so swoon
stuporous is our awareness
driven mostly by instinct
we react as of our ego nature
our heart with God not linked
until our response is gentled
in an unbroken continuum
we remain to our ego captive
which contains feral residuum
“The moon’s vision of humanity
Was something that it once desired
Tinkle, swoouf, it pondered
As it’s luminescence gazed at its prodigious oceans
The defunct dissection of the body fell into silence as it glanced back
Clish, clash, it wavered
It’s fluorescence gestured odiously
Enraging it’s radiance with envy
Woosh, clasps, oceans grew in his incensed intention
It never had a society that walked on its ground
A place, that humans recall home
stomp, clasp, It thought
Oceans trickled with peril as the moon grew its waves
Slash, sloosh, the clutter that pollutes the water clustered against its weight
The moon then rebounded; remarking the objects
Sling slang, swoosh, oceans sang it's mercy
It’s reminiscence then discerned the cunning truth
“The grass always seems greener on the other side”
She was the only one I needed
to anchor me down
for inside her Phoenix heart I was found.
Within her Phoenix down
my heart rebounded
with made-up lost time and myself grounded.
Expounded are Your words for all the world to know.
Astounded by Your truth, we hope to learn and grow.
Unbounded by Your grace, there's nowhere we can't go.
Confounded by Your care, You lift us when brought low.
Surrounded by Your love, there is so much to show.
Rebounded are Your ways, as seeds sprout from their sow.
Regrounded is our faith, unshaken by wind's blow.
Resounded is our praise, continuing to flow.
12-10-2020
I'm so flexible but I can snap.
So never push me too far.
I'm very strong but I can still break..
My strength depends on how kind you are.
I work well with my own kind..
Together we bounce off the wall.
But just like Humpty Dumpty..
I can't be repaired after a bad fall.
I am resistant to extrusion..
I can bend to accomodate most needs.
If respected I'll stretch the extra length..
And I multitask when asked with a "Please?"
I can hold many items together..
And tidy up a messy space.
My resilience will always rebound..
My versatility can suit any place.
I will always make you look good..
And give your hair a modern style.
I can help you break bad habits..
If you wear me on your wrist for a while.
You'd be surprised how many times I'm needed..
I come in many colours, styles and brands.
My abilities are absolutley endless..
Im your hard working, loyal RUBBERBAND!
Phobias since age 5
Of germs
Of space
Of people
Social anxiety
Put me in a bubble early
Seems noone can get close
aquintances try to stick
Like glue ,Only temporary
Like rubber hitting rubber
Bouncing bubble derby balls
Race begins
All emotions rebound off other bubbles
Finally I begin to feel vibrations stick
Realization sets and sits
The key was in my face since 5 years age?!?
The frequencies you put out always rebounded off this perfectly rounded box .why?
Suddenly it hits me and sticks
The bubble is not a bubble at all
Though original vision was a physical exterior bubble
It is actually a box
Nothing tangible of course
Engineered Man-made Mental prison that I've accidentally outsmarted.
First thought stepping outside into REALality
Have i outsmarted myself? and broke a man made prison engineered by yours truly .
ME. REALLY!?!
Was I my own worst enemy ?
or is the enemy just that good.?
physcological warfare? maybe?
Which leads me to wonder... if it is...
who put him in his bubble?
Sadistic mastermind
Tis thyself very own motherboard?
Hmm.. ? Ha!! Well who cares.
No worries.
Minds maytrick sometimes.
With Problems Was Surround
With problems were surrounded
Hopefully we will have rebounded
Back to life returned and came
Regardless of who was to blame
Hope correct this all sounded.
Jim Horn
I just can't stop writing
since Hillary lost. Guess
writing poetry is supposedly
comforting. What do you think?
Though these days
overflow with sadness,
I cherish memory
its hearth and comfort
When the ties were sliced
the heartstrings rebounded
with each lash they laid the sting
in the chamber of the flesh
My darkness is comfort
the days begin to rasp
but the leaves of time
gently brush at my face
tears of compassion fall
into outstretched hands
running down Opal arms
filling the bowel of my soul
Its then remembrance comes
the pain lessens and eyes dry
in each snapshot of moments
there is still boundless joy
Miracles of life flash
technicolour timed laughter,
simple pleasures smile
of better days before a fall
Faces long gone, shine
reminding me I was once,
loved, wanted, worthy
I can forget bitter years
Daylight arrives in glory
my shimmer ever dims,
finding it painful to cry
in the brilliance of Gods
When the memories fade
and delusions edges warp
agonied solaced thoughts
will overtake clouding time
But,
whenever I close my eyes
I can still see you all,
days we met, and lived,
to love with no regret.
Hello day! I'm ready for you
Show me what you got
Try to put a kink in my armour
Just gimme your best shot
Go ahead I dare you, pal
Nothing can put me down
See this grin across my kisser
No way you can make it a frown
I really don't got no negatives
So how'd like dem apples
It won't do you no damn good
I'm a toughie for you ta grapple
You thought you had me yesterday
But I rebounded real quick
So don't you try messing with me
A fight is what makes me tick
My happiness is here to stay today
I feel it in me bones
Happiness wins another round
So you won't be hearing no moans!
© Jack Ellison 2015
There is this sudden drive me
that grips me firm and bold
hanging on and forcing out politely
secrets my mind holds.
At first it seemed a small explosion
of thoughts and feelings unexplained
but more I think of its erosion
may come a loss within my brain.
I sleep, I wake, I doze and drift
as the written words begin to fade
with song and rhyme once a gift
relay my feelings on parade.
Each breath I take replaces one before
and the number is uncounted
but the moments rise without keeping score
and thinking persists rebounded.
All words then find their way
contemplating where next to roam
to gain their voice and say
of how the heart finds home.
Sometimes the words are overwhelming
slipping and tugging, directing my hand
as words spring forth compelling
to spread forth upon the shore like grains of sand.
So there you are, a word or two or three or four
my unyielding thoughts on rhyme,
release the hounds of mental war
then rest, unwind, all will again be fine.
The scientists flung the Rosetta
like spinning a ball in rouletta.
The nerds were annoyed
when their progeny buoyed.
All was saved with a back turbojeta
Settling down on an icy ast'roid,
which was neither oblong nor spheroid,
they said "Philae be grounded",
instead she rebounded
and almost was lost in the void.
With war games and money misdealt
the project was left needing gelt.
And cells lacking power
sent nerds to the shower
while watching the meteor melt.
Drowning In Summer
Bright sun and storm clouds, just
squeeze me between
Rain wash this dirty boulevard.
Yes, she rebounded, with shameless
bare breasts.
Starving me with meals of broken
hearts.
I drowned in the freedom Summer
starts.
As cool breeze stirred, and we tried
to write Free Bird
But she was too free to fly with me.
She saved it for man
So, she saved it for me
We came to play by our rules.
She drowned me in a summer time
cool.
Summer days want to run.
They go but do not leave.
This lack of air, has a hold of me.
Drowning me quite clearly.
Now I cannot bear the sight of sun
without her.
And those Petty sounds are pretty
now no more..
We free fell down, and we learned to
drown.
No breath held now, calling out for
more.
Summer days want to run.
They go but do not leave.
This lack of air, has a hold of me.
Drowning me quite clearly.
This lack of air, is flooding my
dreams.
Drowning me quite clearly.
Oh, the Summer has drowned me
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