Sickens Poems

Ladybug

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belly ache and tongue lickin's ~
every bite sickens

Blues in the Night

‘Specially the lost souls seekin’ our music as a cure fur somethin’
 they don’t know sickens them

weave our magic,  notes a tapestry of pain and triumph
each song a story told

 In this dim-lit haven where the pain belongs
guitar strings weep, and the piano keys moan
Their troubles forgotten in the whiskey's sweet sin

the moon hangs low, casting shadows on the walls
and I blow my harp, conjuring tales of love and falls

I've seen heartache and joy, etched in every face
from the broken-hearted lover to the lost in grace

He Is Able

Do you know the love of Jesus
And the comfort of his care
And the sweetness of his presence
Just to know that he is there?

Troubles try and sadness sickens
Worries multiply and vex
But remember Jesus promised
I will never you forsake.

Mountains great may be still greater
Problems ever complicate
But be sure if you love Jesus
You are never left to fate.

When he died for helpless sinners
All sin’s consequences bore
He became our perfect refuge
Peace and rest for evermore.

Pain-free life he never promised
Never said you’d live at ease
But his love and care make troubles
Stepping-stones to find his peace.

Why not trust this loving Jesus
Give yourself to his true care
All your worries give him fully
All your troubles let him bear?

He is able, he is able,
He is mighty, he is true,
He is loving, kind and gentle
He has given himself for you.

Do you know

Do you know the love of Jesus
And the comfort of his care
And the sweetness of his presence
Just to know that he is there?

Troubles try and sadness sickens
Worries multiply and vex
But remember Jesus promised
I will never you forsake.

Mountains great may be still greater
Problems ever complicate
But be sure if you love Jesus
You are never left to fate.

When he died for helpless sinners
All sin’s consequences bore
He became our perfect refuge
Peace and rest for evermore.

Pain-free life he never promised
Never said you’d live at ease
But his love and care make troubles
Stepping-stones to find his peace.

Why not trust this loving Jesus
Give yourself to his true care
All your worries give him fully
All your troubles let him bear?

He is able, he is able,
He is mighty, he is true,
He is loving, kind and gentle
He has given himself for you.

A Matter of When

“It’s not a matter of if, but when.”
Dr. Lawrence Hayes in Brad Peyton's movie: San Andreas

San Andreas' carnage sickens
the plot thickens
to higher stakes
than mere earthquakes
	
relationships split wide-open
wondering when
knowing the past
the end forecast
	
disease, divorce, death, denial
earth's life trials
how can one cope?
God’s grace brings hope

depth

dont leave me here 

i can't be alone

the voices overwhelm me

the lights blind me

the stench sickens me

the thoughts scream to me

with you its not so scary

you hold and comfort me

with you i can fight the darkness of my brain

protect me

once more?

before im all gone

Hammering It Home

A man of 82 attacked,
A hammer to his head,
Is lucky, thanks to 911,
He didn’t end up dead.

Misinformation made the rounds,
A pack of nasty lies
Regarding Paul Pelosi,
But that’s sadly no surprise

For there are no boundaries anymore.
Whatever rage is felt 
Will circulate, despite the fact
It hits below the belt.

So jokes and rumors sprout and spread
While in intensive care,
The Speaker’s husband lies in bed,
As we become aware

That this is now our country’s norm.
It sickens me to know
Our standards, once so lofty,
Have dropped down so very low.

Vantage Point

Serenading you with my sincerity
assembling praises in your name
your one glance falls in place 
a thousand emotions it resurrects.

Dawn is the new dusk
you pretend and wave it off
but the beauty in it 
like an elephant without a tusk.

I wander to find peace 
to render apologies apiece
my state of mind eloquent of a mirage
and I stay true to this farce
reality sickens me to the core
bringing redundant conversations to the fore.

Dredging up new barriers
setting up new boundaries.

Parsing life stuck at this juncture
now I run slower 
and a lot less hunger
our differences like embers 
time smouldered them
now settled beneath the ashes forever
still flickering by  power of faith
memories waiting for someone to remember.

Words Fail Me

Words fail me
illogic sickens our world
as we’re caught in the
dystopic distemper 
of our times.

The ice cube’s melting
the waters rising,
yet our house burning
as this ill wind blows
nobody no good
and that puff of LA breeze
only spreads the stench
of viral victims.

Our future discounted
by doubting Thomas deniers
prophets of false truths
doubling down on 
discounted discredited lies
whilst the cryptocurrency  
of insurrection warps
once patriotic minds.

Words fail me.

Erotomania

Anything could be,but love
  nonetheless,game of chance
win we live,die we loss
  destiny no where,but luck
journey sickens and tiredness rewards
mere a hope and succession of trials
Dream after dream we enjoy
the beginnings, new beginnings and the more beginnings
Thanks to the forgetfulness
   we are saved of grief
Love the dance in pain,but blessing
  the soul enjoys whirling,new whirling and the more whirling
  Blessed for the delusion of eyes
the giant stars appears tiny
  heart needs conclusion,but ecstasy
the rain,new rain and the more rain

Hate Is a Liar

It doesn't get you a leg up to hate the other person
Like a needle, hate pierces through your heart 
Like a plague, it sickens your mind
Until you're only possessed by vengeance
Unless you opt for clemency
Hate will drive you in the midst of an erupting volcano
And will tear your heart apart into jagged bits

Lite My Pyre

If you wanted my beating heart
You should’ve treated it right from the start

Yet you set me on fire 
cause you hate yourself
Watched my burning pyre 
As you berate yourself

Now my carcass smolders 
In the ashes of
What sickens me to call our love 

It gives me glee to see
It blow away in the wind
As if it was never there to begin 
And at last I am free again

A Survivor's Will

My
will to
survive may
be decreasing
as I get older.
Failed attempts to cure what
my own doctor did to me
has brought me disillusionment.
Seeing how world leaders have brought us
to the brink of destruction sickens me.

Despite all the bad, however, there is
still so much good that I imagine
even lying in agony
with heaven within my reach -
I would probably be
fighting even then
with all my might
for my last
little
breath.

Oct. 13, 2020 for Silent One's  'Will to Survive' Poetry Contest

Out of the Woods

When your roots are uprooted
And your rose is dethorned 
And your seed is aborted
Before it's been born

Don't is just kill you
For a while it was good
When you thought that just maybe
You were out
You were out
You were out of the woods 

The saplings in darkness 
Wave on morning's thrushes 
They know their sap sickens
When eternity hushes

Don't it just kill you

I thought for one moment
The system was calm
No nomenclature
Could make up for the bomb

But sometime past midnight
The sky opened up
The angels lay dripping
Their perfect eyes shut 

Don't is just kill you
For a while it was good
When you thought that just maybe
You were out
You were out
You were out of the woods

Filth In Purity, Purity In Filth

I can't live without this
I have found life in death
Healing through sickness
Creation through destruction
Light in darkness
I can't live without this

That which holds me down gives me flight
That which enslaves me, frees me
That which sickens me, heals me
I've found purity in filth
and Filth in purity
Nothing held sacred is sacred

Sickness overcomes me
It lets me soar



(Originally written 11-24-19)

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