I felt her tears that I never saw
The pain in her heart that she bore
All of my lies that burnt into her soul
Her broken body as I destroyed her whole
I walked away like I didn’t care
Now her pain is mine alone to share
I feel her, I feel her, o' yeah I feel her
Should’ve stayed, should’ve explained
That to someone else I was chained
That I was just out to have some fun
It would be over once I was done
I never thought I was doing her wrong
And that to her alone I would belong
I feel her, I feel her, o' yeah I feel her
Now her tears have turned into oceans
As she’s drowning me with her emotions
Where it’s her turn to feel my pain
As my love for her I did not retain
I had let her go without a thought
Left her heart beyond distraught
I feel her, I feel her, o' yeah I feel her
I feel her, I feel her, o' yeah I feel her
I feel her . . .
When my ashes are brought home
don’t place them on a mantel
between the tacky Hummel figurines.
Tip them out onto the backyard
to nourish the cabbages.
I am not coming back,
but check the wind once more,
I might blow into the house again
and the dust-buster will clog up.
Do not look for me in the sky,
I am not there,
nor on or under the earth -
please really?
I may appear to you at night
if you lay with another man,
haunt you
if you marry again,
but that’s just me
and my little insecurities.
Also dear, be warned
I still retain the power
to trigger the cat to pee on your bed
if you neglect
to dust my photograph.
Love yer.
His confession:
He used to have an obsession...
He saw her as a shining superstar,
and believed she was good, not bad;
The infatuation he had
nearly drove him mad.
When he opened his eyes and looked inside
He found it wasn't as beautiful as the outside,
Once he discovered who she truly was
she didn't seem the same to him anymore.
Admittedly, he was quite naïve
to have fallen for an attractive face.
From now on, he will retain
his eyes in their proper place,
And he will pause and think
before looking and giving a wink.
He is now alert and wide awake,
he learned a lesson from his mistake.
Time cleans out the rusty clogged drains
to forget the gritty dusty details
logged in echoes, stored for recall,
too messy, too truthful to retain.
I wonder why?
'cause the rough stuff
lodges in dreams stored
in the gooey
caramel centers
of chocolate creams.
In Secret Caverns, we harken to the darkness.
Our headlamps’ shut off, we are anywhere,
we are everywhere, it doesn’t matter where.
No matches, no breeze, no breath to strike
up the light, no moon, no sun, no shuffling.
Absolutely still - our souls, our conscience,
what disturbs the ash of our ultimate destiny.
No one dares to whisper in this golden cage.
The ages pass by, primordials stir, Jesus is
still in his wrappings. My heart, subdued, like
earplugs in their caves. My eyes, wide open,
stand at attention, to retain the inner light.
I stand in the lake, my life jacket does not glow;
however I grow in sensation; I float upright.
We are the rests between notes. We dote on
the inky calm, not a mere closure of lids; liars,
those pair of skin divers, that blink away shine.
Sans shadows, peaking at the sublimity of time.
Attempting to think
As these reasoners of Greece
If I reason a
thirty-secondly
Of these, that'll give me peace
I must admit this
it is not how I
get my kicks, Reading all this
course material
so prolix, In all
fairness I must bequeath to
give my attention
to my teacher, To
study in waters muddy
Van Til and Bahnsen
make clear to reason
properly and retain a
child's ear, So don't
follow the world
Or seek its destination
By implication
Follow Christ and His
example, there is ample
Evidence for it
Defeating Tyranny
This is how to overthrow tyranny:
elections by a free people who care
peaceful transfer of power
alternative media outlets to counter brainwashing
decreasing the size of government
ridding a society of mandates by unelected officials
stopping demonization of average citizens
halting massive monetary corruption
short of divine intervention
this is how it is done
it is difficult~ many obstacles to freedom exist
that will try to maintain power:
a biased dishonest media
a bloated bureaucracy
an oligarchy of the defeated who want to retain power
unconstitutional judicial power
Nazi style thugs who like to commit violence
it is a tough row to hoe
no guarantees that it will work but
if enough people care it might work
holding onto last traces of ego
we retain the form sconce that holds the flame
the light of Self we intimately know
dwelling here, love enablement its aim
whereafter our soul’s no longer the same
with this goal in view, as bliss beats renew
we are on earth, a spirit passing through
There are so many things in life I can't do and it makes me sad. I will never know the Zeta function on the f line. I will never win a noble prize. I will never retain the entire dictionary in my vocabulary. I will never go to space. I will never be Bruce Lee. I will never change the past. I will never travel faster than the speed of light. I will never be Lenny Cravits. I will never control the weather. I will never slow time the first time I see a lover. I will never leave my own mind. I will never be you. I will never paint the Sistine chapel. I will never invent the lightbulb. I will never see gravity. I will never be a child again. I will never call the one I loved when I was young and thought it was love. I will never stop nuclear reactions. I will never be a super hero. I will never eat a dodo.
I’m not good with directions
If they’re not in written form.
My brain cannot retain them;
I don’t know if that’s the norm.
So whether it’s instructions
For a project or a meal
Or a way to get from here to there
By train or at the wheel…
Or the steps involved to tie a knot
Or scarf around the neck,
My attempts to follow explanations
Just make me a wreck.
Yet, when there’s an outline listed
On a paper I can read,
I at least will understand the ways
In which I can proceed.
I once read, it’s either left or right,
The way our brains are wired,
But whichever way is mine, I know
The written word’s required.
A perfect storm on its treacherous course,
The wonder of nature and its powerful force.
In the storm's eye, it is calm and serene,
It's the mayhem around that lies in between.
A power unleashed that knows not of grace,
When ravaging landscapes, whilst leaving its trace.
The heartbeat of thunder is a symphonic sound,
The pandemonium surrounding is fierce and unbound.
Yet here in the eye where silence resides,
Is a moment suspended as fury collides.
When inside the vortex, its strength and its might,
The power of destruction is a wondrous sight.
A world splintered into fragments and out of control,
In the eye lies its chaos, looking through its porthole.
Amidst all the turmoil, as the world, it explodes,
You see plans for the future, as hope it erodes.
With a future uncertain, with an end always near,
As time it stands still in its own stratosphere.
Remember, time that is lost it is never found again,
Each second is a treasure we find it hard to retain.
A strange man drives our country lane.
Can it be that he's insane?
Sick in temperament and brain?
I saw him before, and now again.
Is something about to go down?
He's driving, but what's driving him?
It's not something I can explain.
Could it be for personal gain?
And how long will he remain?
Should I be leaving town?
Does he portend a terror reign?
A horrifying campaign?
Devastatingly inhumane?
Causing misery and pain?
The weather man's predicting rain.
In the wind, there's an eerie sound.
Our way of life can we retain?
Is it circling the drain?
Will it ever come back again?
Will he leave a stain?
Trepidation, so profound.
We are much alone when old,
after lifetimes of accompaniment,
of tacit support and connection
from our friends and peers.
Must I now label as mental failing
sometime strange behaviors I exhibit?
These are a consequence of long living,
result in my speaking to the air, to myself and
to my beloved pets. No one else is around.
This becomes habitual. I explain that it is
only to retain my sanity, ability to speak,
to think, to hone skills of artful conversation,
of facile verbal composition.
Although silence may be soothing
or oppressive, calming or profoundly
disturbing, pets are a great comfort --
though they sometimes underscore
and magnify lack of human interaction.
Loneliness is a sad consequence
of aging, intensifying losses, magnifying
declining mental agility, dulling consciousness
of changes in behavior. To fill empty hours,
to calm fears, feel at peace, welcome
the company and affection of pets.
Treat them as deserving beloved ones.
We must protect, support, preserve them.
They are as central to our lives as we are to theirs.
Water, transparent
Pure, precious
Gold in the presence of the sun
It jumps over pebbles,
Eroding its path
Mustn’t we preserve
This precious treasure?
The magical potion that quenches thirst
With only a portion fresh
Mustn’t we conserve
This golden treasure?
As it drips down,
It converts itself
A soothing sound that begs for help
Mustn’t we save
This great treasure?
It plunges down the falls,
Dashing along the river
Stops at the lovely green lake,
Meets the vast sea at the coast
Freezes at the glacier,
Sprays at the geyser
Mustn’t we retain
This priceless treasure?
A part underground,
The others brimming with salt
A part polluted,
Of plastic partly
Mustn’t we protect
This delicate treasure?
Provides pearls
In its depth
Offers hydration
That makes us glow
Mustn’t we guard
This boon of a treasure?
Without the elixir of life,
The day disaster rains
Droughts and deserts pave their way!
Should the day not arrive,
Mustn’t we help retrieve
This shimmering treasure?
Explain
Short ?circuiting again,
Someone check the main,
There's an energy drain.
Rewire the brain,
Break the chain,
Let's end their reign.
I'll explain.
Subjected to pain,
Everyday strain,
To attain,
Financial gain.
Trying to maintain,
While they campaign,
Leaving a nasty stain.
Can someone explain,
Our money spent in vein.
The problems still remain.
It's insane,
Inhumane,
Our existence inane,
Trying to retain,
A piece of the mundane.
Spirit explains,
It's creating disdain,
On your inner plane.
Its Limiting our domain.
We need to retrain,
To Ascertain,
And Regain,
The power we contain.
Time to obtain,
The key to the arcane.
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