Greater than the sky that stretches beyond any limit known,
Was the pain that swelled beneath my skin as I drowned.
Precision, perfection, calibration were what I chased all life long,
Denying every craving and ache my heart ever knew.
Deeper than the oceans that descend, devouring every light,
Was every hesitation that smothered me whole.
Repercussions always screamed with a tear in the air,
A dirge of sin and guilt crashing into my grieving lair.
Standing tall was what I taught, though my heart bled,
"Never dare to defy" was all the lurking eyes said.
Colours glided faintly, lingering through the withered life,
Summoning me out of the abyss with the gentlest touch.
Life then felt like hope, something sacred and so pure,
Fear coiled in, for it felt too divine to lose it all.
Dead is what I thought I was before the kiss of truth.
Faith, love, and hope anchored me with life's greatest hue.
No, it wasn't the day of my death,
But the very first day of the rest of my life.
The birth of a life that cradles me with every colour known.
The birth of a life that I can claim as mine and mine alone.
Wars do not grow in the minds of the strong.
And peace settles in the cold.
Repercussions feed more!
Cry for all we lost, all of our friends that failed to make it till now.
Cry for the times, we made bad choices, we failed because others did not give us good instructions.
Cry for the times we could have made a difference, but were afraid of repercussions.
Cry for the ones that never saw the light of day, for they were made to go away.
Life will make us cry, we will learn lessons, and some lessons will make us sigh.
We will need to carry on, and learn lessons, we will need to see the bigger picture, and remember that history will always remember the cries and sighs we had in our lives.
Our life will be our own, so cry and sigh, and love and forgive, and let out all the negative, so the positive will have room to grow within.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Mutant metronome’s
stygian riddle
inscrutable fixation
spuming
clustered clairvoyance
honing snoopy
quest querulous
quicquidlibet
tamper connived
sinewy stratagem
plimsoll plot
“sneaker” of
wily webfooted
nefarious nudge
at
tenebrific toll
maple smoke
screen screed
clandestine
cobwebs cohere
mohair marinated
muddle
subdued thespian
herringbone hoodwink
skewed camouflage
perused pearl
inveigling
skulduggery rife
underscored cadence
persuasive
percussive rattle
ubiquitous underbelly
prop to
dodgy dialogue
muted ritardando
silhouette streak
dangling magnet
mired in
gauche guesswork
subterfuge sciophobia
inkpot
amorphous machination
fiction wizards
emblazon
indices incipient
embryo empiricism
mouldering
cabinet coterie
spookish svengali
minatorial
repercussions
incurvate
sniffer dog
detective
poirrot’s prognosis
clouseau contingency
that
rivetting mystery
My finger prints are on file because I used to teach
Repercussions might have a long-term unknown reach
I had no choice, it was the thing I had to do
In order to stay employed, I ask you, wouldn’t you?
PURE PHENOMENA
light-filled
intimations
breathed
resurrected
advocacy
in
powerful
processes
to
stimulate
&extract
the
psychodramatic
imaged
resemblance
visible
in
celebrated
repercussions
of
overlaid
impressions
Unflinching and engaged, she leans in without a moment of hesitation.
She listens with ease; precision and sharpness comes through her words.
Moments of recognition start playing in the foreground, like a nostalgic movie.
A dance of understanding drives the dynamic forward seamlessly.
Accessible without restraint, she is surprised by the freedom.
A space where minds come to play, without the worry of repercussions.
She sees her reflection in the paved foundation, beaming with gratitude.
A darkened road I travel down.
With thoughts and dreams suppressed deep down.
The devils fire within my soul.
It just makes me tired and old.
I met you just the other day.
Hair of gold and skin so pale.
My mind it wandered older roads.
And I thought of times.
I held you close.
The devil came it took my soul.
Engulfed our lives.
Destroyed our goals.
The repercussions I must hold.
Are deep set within my soul.
I chose the devil over you.
I know it was the day of ruin.
Forgive me please.
I did not mean.
To break your world.
Or crush your soul.
And now I lay a broken man.
On the doorway of hells descent
Deeper falling every day.
Closer to the ground, I fear.
Please reach out a hand to me.
Help me God in you I trust.
Give me back what I have lost.
Extinguish all the pain and hurt.
Tell her God in your own way.
My love for her it never waned.
It was the devil oh so strong.
That led me by the hand of wrong.
Out into the digtal universe I go
Searching for love searching for happiness searching for make believe
This reality of loneliness is killing me
So many faces so beautiful but are they real
Are they everything I hope for
Scared to speak
Hard to keep up a conversation
The age gap is hard to overcome
What draws me to this curiosity
The fantasy of what I could pretend to be
With no repercussions seems to good to be true
I can play I can flirt with confidence
Is all make believe this digital dream
A cash grabbing addiction
A reckless way to begin
But so gratifying
A digital dream girl
That follows every command
The perfect imaginy reality a made up love
Welcome to the AI of our demise.
She got to wake up the next day
He didn't.
She got to live her life
He didn't.
She got to have her own family
He didn't
She lied
He didn't.
She admitted to the lie -
No repercussions
He was a black boy -
He got murdered
Carolyn Bryant,
A murderer
Emmett Till,
A victim
The courts awarded her due diligence
His family fled in fear, that it'd be repeated
Leaving their home, scared they'd be targeted
Their home a ghost to a child evicted
A system built to allow racism
It always seemed things would fall
into place in some distant future.
It was delusional to think
we'd always have tomorrow.
So no heart-to-heart in our future.
Questions left suspended in mid-air
are meant to remain unanswered
and mysteries destined to stay unsolved.
Now that ship has sailed,
opportunities squandered
and it's too late ~
we just ran out of time.
And I’m the one left empty handed
dealing with the many repercussions.
AP: 3rd place 2025
Not its your turn my pretty
to prick your finger on the blade
taste the repercussions of what you have set to cause on my fate
now it will reflect back to you
in the form of time On every watch, every ticking clock
In every failed friendship, in every loss.
You shall forever remember my name
you shall forever remember this face
and reminisce on what you did to me.
Mess with my peace and tranquility
I will have death knocking at your door.
Ponder the old pestles and mortars
used at times in apothecaries,
older drug emporium quarters.
Some of the porous surface was shared
by grinding both mortar and pestle
ending up in medicines prepared.
Do today's microplastics alarm you?
Minute particles endanger us all;
microwavable repercussions? Whew!
The darkness within the heart,
The flaws of human nature,
The negativity from superiority,
The imbalance of rights and privileges,
The repercussions of unjust acts,
The soul is drawn into the maelstrom.
April 13, 2025.
Some People May Think
A Lie Is Not Truth
What Does It Mean
For Him, Me, or You?
A Lie Is Much More
Then Words from a Mouth
Deep Down to the Core
Filling You with Doubt
A Lie is Being Betrayed
Cut Down in Size
Someone to Blame
Unacceptable Life
A Lie is Broken Trust
Very Hard to Repair
You Question, They Cuss
Doesn't Really Seem Fair
A Lie is the End of
What You Once Knew
Many of the Next Days
Saying Sorry Without Truth
A Lie is a Fresh Start of
of How Untrusting Can Be
You Are Drifting Apart
Still Trying, It Seems
A Lie is Destruction
of Another's Sane Mind
Without Any Repercussions
Just Spiraling Thru Life
A Lie Can Be Death
For Those Whom May Feel
That it Would Only be Best
Words Never Heal
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