A temporary obstruction
A quiet despair, in a few weeks, I will be very
old, do I tell lies to myself, saying, I dance well
When no one looks, but why do I remember
the Buenos Aires tango in a nightclub in
In 1957, she was in her forties, but with a sleek
body, I was seventeen, so beat that Macron
Then, in the morning, shots were fired, soldiers
thronged the deck of the ship and running about
in the streets, looking for traitors, the name
The dictator gave those who disagreed with
His fascist ideology
To think that much water has run into the ocean
Yet it happens again, a new authoritarian
regime in Washington
a dark time for America
but I know the Americans will rise and be
free again
Coming back to recapture and constitute whys,
To understand our train of thought, the path we seek with our eyes,
The external influence that suggests and surrounds,
Take it all away and what have you found,
Lay your heart bare and what do you see,
Under all the layers of your reasoning,
What you grip onto so tightly in order to let go,
Take it all away for a moment and reevaluate your soul,
What pain pushed you and prodded you to run into your ways,
What traumas made you run away from your pain,
Take away your fix it mentality because control is not in your hands,
Lay it down at the alter and give it away again,
Give and love freely without control and confined,
Stop trying to conform yourself to free your own eyes,
Love the freedom to love...love the freedom to give,
Stop putting rules on your freedom to live,
My Job Is Killing Me
Manual Labor
Under appreciated
Underpaid
Short breaks
Work yourself to death
Too many call inns
Lazy generation
No effort
No strong work ethics
Hard night just to earn a dollar
Never save enough to retire
Eyes are burning
2 days off are flying
Everyday is just a blur
Feet to slumber
Days run into weeks
Days into months
My money always disappears
Faith In The Shadows
What is discipline?
Words of wisdom
Knowing right from wrong
Deposit into a healthy future
Not to go down a hard road
To be respectful toward others
To build character
Become a messenger
Slow to anger
Being open minded
Sometimes we run into a closed door
Sometimes you can’t see around the corner
Learning patience
Faith in the shadows
Sympathy for others
A message through poems
Putting yourself last
Leave it all at the cross
You were
twice my age
and told me
you had no
friends,
but I might be
pretty enough to
go around
with you.
I ran
marathons,
and with
Mammon eyes
scanning,
you
measured
that I must have a
nice
body.
You tried to
convince me
that I was
interesting
enough
to deserve your
attention.
You chose
carefully.
You gave
my credit
to my father.
I agreed,
as absence
makes the heart
build
itself.
You acted like
you were the
first being to
discover
me, but
you didn’t know
how many
like
you
I had already
run into
on my way
out of
hell.
I was enjoying
this game
until you
ruined it.
You might not have
any friends because
you’re
too transparent
through that
Asmodeus
smile.
I know you wish for a place to be,
hidden in the mist, silent as the sea.
No fear, no hope, no questions asked.
where the nights are not heavy
and darkness don't last.
could you trade this place
For your favourite song?
the throbbing of your heart
as you run towards the dawn.
The echo of your name cut through the trees
you run out of breath
But your legs still keep,
Running.
You keep running-
and then you run into the night.
past your mother's flowers
the wet clothes in a line.
They brush against your face,
the water slips-
it leaves a cold stain,
enough to melt your lips.
the concrete floor pulls you back
"stop running", it says
take it all in, take all that you have.
I know it overflows, overstays, overloads
but without it, aren't we nothing?
and nothing is what's left.
What if the orbiting earth were to unexpectedly run into a brick wall
speeding through the galaxy one night in the middle of Fall?
Can you imagine the sounds of death, destruction, and annihilation
as Christchurch, New Zealand, crashes into the Atlanta Metro bus station?
I don’t think that that would be any fun at all!
The sun does beam
Over many a quick stream
That run into valleys flourishing with floral
Where the wind howls with seemingly no morals
It lashes out it's rage against swaying, tall trees
High doe they stand, and far doe they see
Rain falls light
Unless cursed with the winds' might
But on hot, Summers' eves
Does the wind blow little but leaves
Cooling and soothing
Still ever moving
Far is it's reach
From hill top to sandy beach
Carrying birds to and frow
Ever discouraging the hunters' bow
It is a thing of love, and a thing of hate
In any matter it is a thing of great debate
The air it fills
But never as greatly as the valleys' windy hills
I realized I never fit in anywhere
Like forcing a round peg into a square hole
Even when I'm with people who are like me
I still stand out
Like I'm standing on a stage surrounded by people
But the spotlight is only on me
Am I made to always be on the outside of the box?
Being on the other side of the looking glass
Every one else's view is intact
But my side of the glass is cracked
I'm wishing to see the same view everyone else sees
But that's not in the cards for me
Is it?
A question mark in a world filled with exclamation points
Running through life waiting to get to that full stop
Period.
Only to run into a bunch of comma's
Run on sentences.
Weird isn't it?
How my mind works
Calling myself a concept instead of human
But am I human?
Do I fit in with other members of society?
Will I ever?
Can I ever belong?
Lord, I come to thee
with a broken heart and a contrite spirit
with a hope
You will never disown me.
Lord, I come to thee
with many wounds and bruises
with a faith
you will bind and heal me
Lord, I come to thee
with discouragements and disappoints
with a conviction
You will comfort and console me
Lord, I come to thee
with a load of care and burdens
with a credence
You will yoke and share with me
Lord, I come to thee
with a lost hope and path
with a belief
You will lead me and guide me
Prayer
Is His presence
where my wearied soul finds rest
and His will is fulfilled
Is Partnering with HIm
Where my burdens are lightened
and His plans are executed
Is Bringing joy to Him
where I run into His open arms
and rest assured of my eternity
The carriage. The carriage keeps us safe and warm. As long as theirs coal and fire the steam engine won’t stop.
Look, we can make an escape. The woods over there offer freedom, it’s a chance we must take!
The carriage keeps us safe and warm. No point in facing anything where chance is the norm.
Look, we can jump in the river. Swim to that small island and prepare to live free.
The carriage keeps us safe and warm. No point in facing anything where worry is the norm!
Look, a bridge to a road where we can roam free! A chance and worry we must face to live free.
The carriage keeps us safe and warm. No point in facing anything where risk is the norm!
Look so many open green fields. We must run into the sun until we find what we need!
The carriage…
Here I am
finally able to observe the maze from the outside
And continue to run into dead ends
Frantic, crazed in the beginning
But no I have found the exit
I am just a rat
But how am I able to be aware that I am
Does a fool know he's a fool, I think not
What options does a rat have
How can knowledge be power
I have the knowledge
It takes me where the walls let me go
Everything is constructed, predicted
The only thing I can control is my mind
Is my mind just another maze
Maze
you held my breath
in a silent string,
while you kept shut
your heart from me;
away,
away and away
from me—
I pushed me out
yet you wait for me,
your marbled love
like you were Galatea
and I'd just carved you.
A warmth
I thought I felt,
but it's
cold and clear as glass,
yet you crumble me—
you pulled my heart
in a golden yarn of string
and I couldn't run away,
so I run into your arms instead,
out of breath, a breathing charmed.
There’s a path I don’t yet know,
The day hasn’t revealed it to me,
The night has its rhythm,
Flowing along its hidden route.
I’m digging deep,
Finding that the strange may be the way,
I look out of the window, wondering if I might run into Dawn's embrace,
Can I trust its awakening light to guide my path?
Oh, Light of lights, show me the way through the stygian night,
Guide me to the blossoming meadow,
Fill my gloomy chamber with brightness,
Help my boat find the river that brings joyful moments.
I won’t stop believing in the best days ahead,
Even though I’m held back by stubborn shadows,
My beloved awaits me miles ahead,
I am fighting to unlock the door that separates us.
I’m weary from the struggle,
I plead with the Radiant Light to aid me.
November 13, 2024.
I used to stay inside.
Then I burned my finger on the stove.
No one lives there anymore.
Except me and I forgot the bandages.
So I went to the store and never went back home.
Anxiety-
Keeps me running, and hurting.
Traveling long distances.
Running, and never as fast as a car.
Although it is much more painful.
I could get hit by a car.
I try not to think about that.
I could run into a pothole and fly.
Everyone dreams of fly, fly, flying.
I still have 126 miles to the store.
I chose a store all the way in Ohio.
What do I know?
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