May your pain erode you alike the touch of stagnation upon a rotting corpse- akin to a wilted rose stained with the stench of fear & longing.
As we expand
populations increasing
resources depleted
what will sutain us?
As wealth is held
controlled by the few
with so many deprived
when will there be justice?
As power is polarised
conflicts encouraged
the others abused
when will there be peace?
As we accelerate
communications ever faster
responses more instant
where are we heading?
As we leave behind
oceans polluted
space above cluttered
how will this end?
As society collapses
environment degrades
sea levels rise
who will survive?
As we lose intelligence
to artificial control
our humanity lost
who will we be?
The remnant will subsist
knowing how to cope
reusing repairing restoring
what little is left
finding new hope.
Sliver of snow remains
No longer pristine or pretty
Gray and gravely, gray-scale ugly
Dog rolls in it, loving the cold wetness
I am the remnants of a man,
The embers, not the fire;
I am the leavings in the can,
The smile without desire.
The town, betrayed by time passed, lies forsaken.
Lost, lain memories, like tumble weeds, awaken
To the prod of windy wisps, and roll willy nilly,
Hazardously rendering any hope of revival as silly.
Whispers of the past, wind borne, quickly fade,
Always out of hearing, always too soft, under the breath, played.
But, echoing clearly, that what once was, could never be again.
The once vibrant colors and sounds of the town, fade to a stain refrain.
Like tombstones snarled by weeds in cemetery,
The buildings cast shadows gnarled by ancestry
Abandoned, betrayed, cast aside by the hands of time,
The town's beauty unkempt, now shrouded in dust and grime.
The bustling life and laughter that once filled the air,
Are now hushed solemn, reeking with a sense of deep despair,
Ghosts, that are now the only permanent residents,
Drive tourists away, with their hostile reticence.
Abandonment, is all hope lost, forlorn and tossed away,
Into a pile of junk to rot, rust, crumble, flay, decay.
I'm a diamond and I shine sparkle ever so bright
you hold me held me embrace me ever so tight
illuminate in your heart you love me so right
agape you yellow him made me in your light
I shine I'm fine and you I'm okay I'm divine I shine ever light
I shine because I am your light twinkle bright
flashing star I am a remnant of your heart
~
I am softened metal I am colored yellow
I am more of value I am golden
made of gold and I'm ever in you I'm worth
more than everything my soul is yours
a bunch everything you are my need and in you I'm pleased
I praise your holy name I am yours forever this day
you made me in your image energy, I am never finished
I a flashing star I am remnant of your heart
then do part I am valuable you made me beautiful
and in your heart you love me so right
agape you love me unconditional you got me so in your delight
I am a vessel filled with insight
I shine ever bright I shine because I am your little twinkle bright
flashing star I am a remnant of your heart
6/15/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
It befalls on me the intensity,
Catapulted with dire immensity,
Within which lives the sensitivity,
Of them emotions built, the lightest.
Then befell on me, the beknownst,
Whistled in hymnes and in absence,
The peculiarities in offsetting balances,
Them unknown like the remnant strands,
And today rejoicing to the kinds of sounds,
Evilly tracked and maximum on commands,
Nursed the grievances forthwith,
Right so denied the chances to doeth,
Fight for agreances to heal and find worth,
Midst the punches on all ends and broken.
soul submerged in sand
tilted wing in memory
seagull waves good-bye
footnote:
What's the difference between a gull and a seagull?
People who say “seagull,” we assure each other, are wrong. There's no such thing as a seagull—the correct term is simply “gull," because gulls don't live exclusively near the sea. This is a hill many birders have chosen to die on.
a remnant stands
oak tree struck by lightning....
buzzard roost by night
In the devastating deluge of sorrow river,
swept by the agony current the senses quiver.
Perceptive awareness faculty sinks within deep,
awakens the quintessence so long asleep.
From the consuming entity of trinity of being,
if the mind-body dualism disappears unseeking,
when the distant bells relentlessly toll,
released devout soul hears the heavenly call.
As the synphony of the silenced life ends,
the fading tune with the melody of soul blends.
Suffused with the sound of aum serene,
sonorous solitude in sublime space it can glean.
Devoid of the body and acquired intelligence,
the liberated soul sublimates from existence,
reaches the realm of eternity to realign
with the universal consciousness divine.
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September 10, 2022
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As she sat in the bleachers
Same people, different place
Whitney is on the screen
But in a different...phase !?!
Fame has gone without a glitch
Unrecognizable, can't be fixed
Killing is normal
Living is wrong
Helping foes
Days oblong
No rhyme to reason
No flow for the river
Hurting babies
No cause for shivers
Dead...all is dead
The soul is breed
...gotta get out
Written by Trudy Schrader on 03-12-2022
Something draws me to you,
A strange feeling of knowing,
I know I love you,
Though I cannot place when,
Your smile makes my heart race,
And I cherish the words from your lips,
I feel connected to another life,
Another me, Another you,
Your hand fits into mine,
Just as your lips, completely perfect,
You are soft-spoken,
While I am brash,
You are cold,
And I am hot,
Somehow I have known you long before,
Before this autumn day,
Who are you to me?
I must wonder who we are,
Are we made for each-other?
Maybe this connection is something,
Or maybe it is a remnant of dust,
Something lost, that was never meant to be found,
I feel this ache in my soul,
Every moment we part,
Calling for you,
Howling that it is alone,
Do you feel the same?
once was a tenant
only thing left is a remnant
have much sentiment
memories rest upon dusty shelves
abundant memories filled selves
browning pages seldom turned
painful lessons often learned
baby pictures and wedding books
routes reflect paths I took
rife with love sealed by prayer
mirrors a life I dared to share
family days last minute trips
fingertips whose pages flip
marvels captured moments saved
courses mapped pathways paved
life reduced to tattered pages
emotions felt with hormone rages
friends and pals freckled faces
around the world to foreign places
moments spent in quiet repose
pages are touched covers close
a sigh released in quiet reflection
knew the past foretold direction
treasured words reduce with age
remnants whisper from a tattered page
A Remnant of War
Here I am,
A remnant of war,
Here I lay, broken and riddled with arrows and acrimony
As I watch the birds fly away with my bloodied eyes.
The sky is as grim as the reapers
Who unleashed hell on us,
Ambushing us, we harmless hands,
Isn't that cowardice?
The field is bloody
The vultures are ready
To eat of the carcass that lay open;
What was once a man's body
Now food to be fed upon.
With my weary eyes staring into nothingness,
I mourn within,
My heart filled with sadness
For an unfortunate remnant of war,
A representative of a dead race.
©Zoe
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