Marriage turning into a menace, the couple craved for a riddance.
Through a divorce, finally got freed of their alliance.
Months passed on without any occurrence.
Slowly, into their solitary lives began to creep silence.
The songs they heard, no more had any cadence.
The sunsets, they watched didn't have any brilliance.
Deep down, they felt deep annoyance,
And longed to seek shelter in each other for deliverance.
It was then that they met at a function by coincidence.
Though a chance meeting, it turned out to be of great relevance.
In a tone of deep regret she told, she was all repentance.
Both felt, most of their notions on marriage were sheer nonsense.
They, henceforth decided to live together in mutual acceptance,
Seeking shelter in each other in every turn of life with consonance.
That night with the stars peeping and all anxiety kept in abeyance,
They embraced each other, consummating their joyous confluence!
Radiation stings sweet
Rivaling the burn of
Razor blades through my soul
Ready to leave a scar
Rupturing the healing
Right before the climax
Reflected in your eyes
Pilfered promises
Needless to my somethings
Landslide refractions
Where angels think twice to tread
And fools rush to their finish
Who so love us for ourselves
In spite of our iniquities they care for
But those that friends that fools
The ones who calls you are and doing
Is there any room and whatever legend
And what of those visions that you hear
Where are the distorted voices
thet screams in silence and color tones
You Are Not alone
Solace and Grace at any pace
Seemingly runs amok
Perfect timing to stop climbing the trees
Where branches with baron leaves
I come to salute before my gratitude
My enslaved mind mirage
inclined imprisoned doing time
Stop being sad and there's no time to cry
Stand up except the love of your peers
Listen to the please of the Angels hear them cheer
Confession thoughts even though
God hears them all before you speak them out
For when humanity is silent
Seemingly no one cares no calls
Reach up reach out listen for The voice to calling of God
For your love each and every one of us very very much
13/11/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
t-rump is a bankruptcy professional....
fall guy who takes responsibility with respect....
legal complications in exchange for profits that....
preserve his style of life while others struggle.....
it is pertinent to ask if t-rumps party is bankrupt....
and he plays an ignoramus fall guy who will be blamed....
when the party (as is) no longer wins because money is going.....
elsewhere and not to a corporate party that's behind the times.....
because the filthy rich controllers refuse to support the likes of.....
a universal health care system, an education systems that actually....
ranks with other modern cultures, an end to the us against them.....
government concept preserving a relatively primitive democracy system....
stan sand
lost every notion of life's cosmic rhythms
atrophied links with nature
blind deaf marionettes
AP: 3rd place 2021
A Ruptured Heart
A ruptured heart spews out
all its love, all its care,
like a punctured balloon
frenzied flitting through the air.
A deflated heart lies
on the floor of the mind
like an old used condom,
moist memories entwined.
A perforated heart,
like a sponge once steeped
in the lubricant of love,
dries stiff in a loveless heap.
If you sore wound the heart
of one you profess to love,
then your only legacy
is the betrayal thereof.
a new breed of clarity is here
i take the last knife of my life and carve me a Peace
i am replenished and i am reborn
all of a sudden i have plenty to say
i never meant to use you as a charity source
i never intended to push my situation on you with such force
all i wanted was for you to kiss the unified sores of my course
all of a sudden i beg intently to you to allow me to stay
i walk in an uneven rhythm with every steps' tonality low
unaware am i of all the prey studying my unknown intentions
i pray without notice of noticing individual notice
all of a sudden i uncover plenty roles in which to play
an old pile of dead weight relingers
i catch the last lift from my gift and pour out all i have left
i am deminished, and therefore i will be torn
all of a sudden i wake up from another dream in even deeper decay
When I felt I was under
judgmental power,
it worried me.
Those causes
brought me running
down the hill straight home
sit by my desk
hold my pen write,
while listening to the sound
of the clock chiming,
with a hope,
when I leave my chair
my life would change.
I was once a woman
of style shinning,
yet they judged me
as a tedious unreasonable
unpleasant unqualified
for their society.
I felt once unique universal
they judged me,
as an undesirable person
with no feelings.
I felt once as a tenacious
and tender woman,
I was judged as superficial
sullen suitable only
to suffer.
I once felt talented with tact
but they saw me
as a talkative
stubborn woman
uncreative.
I was once welcomed
well known well bred,
they judged me as vulnerable
with no vitality unlucky
worthless,
a zero.
I felt once I was a warm
warm hearted woman,
today I am washed out
weeping, unwilling
to fight back,
as my insight withered.
I am wounded weak
because of them.
At the beginning
I was always right
today I am always
wrong.
Therese Bacha
7 July 2013
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