During a witchcraft ritual
the human brain surreptitiously enters
the surreal states of elevated focus,
lofty emotion, and altered awareness,
as the spell acts as a powerful metaphor
for an internal intention or flustering fear.
People may feel like birds with frozen wings
under the misty sky, swept by the polar winds.
In the congealed hearts lapped by the Arctic sea
petrified emotions congeal, unexpressed.
Warm embrace of empathy they can’t proffer,
for they turn into cold unfeeling people.
People may feel as if their lives have changed
into desolate deserts where the oasis desiccates
in the blaze of their burning minds,
the fallen foliage of ardent passions glows,
doesn’t rustle with the fossil cadence of their hearts,
for they turn into wooden inert people.
Once the ritual concludes,
the cognitive system undergoes a sudden shift
with the intense concentration,
leading to a feeling of poignant emptiness,
excruciating exhaustion, or sudden susceptibility,
epitomizing the impulsive comedown
after a concerted emotional event.
If this increasing darkness conveys a fear not chided,
as ghostly shadows conspicuously confer mystery:
do I hide or firmly resist being threatened
by their miserable aspect of susceptibility?
Anxiety builds fret inside first slowly, then rapidly?
I squeeze and snuggle a fluffy pillow deep red,
expecting the worse nightmare to appear;
agitated by eerie sounds, I invoke the Almighty!
Dazzling sunrise, come quickly to dissolve
the confinement that obscurity has created;
fog rises, owls scatter seeing glints above...
even bats escape from the awakening world!
A gloomy night such as this is not made for romance,
shivering poet, stay away from the delusive pretense,
the drummer's beats would be more somber
than your verses: be realistic, not a dreamer!
She delights in blame.
Pointing fingers without shame.
But totally absent
Of any personal talent.
Her words are alike daggers.
Cutting deep into the heart.
She thinks she's clever.
But in reality, she's just playing a part.
The blame game is her favorite.
Always finding someone to accuse.
But when the spotlight savors it.
She quickly makes an excuse.
She never takes responsibility.
For her own actions and mistakes.
Instead, she shifts the susceptibility.
And creates the most drama and heartache.
But one day she'll realize:
That the blame game is a losing fight.
For true growth and evil lies
Start with accepting what's right.
So let's abandon the blame game.
And bestow ownership of our lives.
Only then can we act without defame
And truly thrive.
The dopamine seductress
Invigorating your animal instinct
Revitalizing your susceptibility to pleasure
and inclination towards familiarity
It is the most diabolical influence
Acting with no regard for psychological longevity
Torturing the pathways into surrendering
to an influx of degenerative saturation
Fulfillment falters
and self actualization settles prematurely
As the mind disintegrates
before it reaches the point of becoming whole
Good and Evil
The wicked reek of the devil;
“People are naturally good, not evil.”
In their world, God is dead
And Jesus’s death irrelevant.
Beyond the deception of oratory
That invokes susceptibility,
Historical evidence evokes rout.
Man is incorrigible without doubt.
The choice of souls for eternity
Stand between Calvary and uncertainty.
Reality will render precedence
Over conviction or innocence.
Life’s limits are predictable;
Death is inevitable.
The procrastinator shall envy
The forgiven sinner.
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References:
Luke 18:19(NIV): “Why do you call me good?”
Jesus answered. “No one is good—except God alone…”
Romans 3:23(NIV): … “for all have sinned
and fall short of the glory of God,”
The rays of nature, flowing into the human spirit
landing in its softest spot and sweeping through its lattice
everything then changes with the being becoming a wondrous and happy fool
as romance marries the heart to become one being
In the faculty of love, inexplicable passions are seen
with minty-flavoured affections becoming its dean
all corners of the soul, kept so clean
while the stronghold of selfishness becoming really lean.
Adult mind, stripped by a sense of care quite mean
and to the reaction from the loved, it stays completely keen
emotional susceptibility, becomes its covering like the jean
as the breath of Love, pricks all senses like pin
the effect of its inhale, hindered by nothing
passing through the hollow of feelings no matter how thin
it never feels wrong or else everything good is a sin
so accept this deep breath and let love win
For the contest: Second Chance #3Contest Info
by Broken Wings
N/A in the contest: Second Chance
Contest deadline: 4/13/2016 12:00:00 AM
Published: 2/10/2015
Why? Tell me why?
I ponder why you avoid me?
Couldn't you see!?
I love you till I die..
I cannot see you, yet I see I.
It was crazy how you spoke to me
As if you knew that you were close to me
Closed my eyes shut so I can see
Just what that noise is exactly telling me.
It was all new to me
Undressed my mind caught in Nudity
Leud obscenity
Your words came in ways that violated me so Incredibly.
Sensually
It felt as if your vocabulary was committing adultery
Uncensored; unexpectedly
Yet it was absolutely gravitating to me
Verbs that set me free
Architect-ed in senses of sentences effusively.
Which usually I'm more caught up physically
but today you captured me verbally
With a satisfaction guarantee...Thank fully
For granting me, access
To what you have stored confidentially
Having trust in me; Most definitely, am very honored to be...
The recipient of your emotional susceptibility.
A glimpse out the window morphs into a gaze
Brugmansia, your mystical delicate beauty clears
Air conditioned stupor. There you sway
Gracefully grasping toward thirst-quenched solidity.
Firmly rooted one strand beyond limp susceptibility
Leaves randomly ragged from young rodents' teething
Swelteringly bearing the dark side of nature
Fresh blossoms emanate dignity's essence
Despite gloomy doomsday predictions
Angel trumpeting goodness and peace.
Darkness obscured your danger sign, imperceptible but not benign.
My dreams flowed into a high electric field, our minds taped and concealed--
Your heart was radioactive; all my emotions were refractive.
I sacrificed full support before the strings were cut short.
The promising harmony in our memorized words matched us backwards.
"There is always a possibility" . . . caused susceptibility . . .
Bitten by beating betrayal was a poor, pitiful portrayal.
Heart radioactive, skin magnetic, and eyes apologetic--
I emitted isotopic tears as I enveloped my vile fears,
A sharp gamma knife damaging our decayed friendship by a half-life.
Heart radioactive, skin magnetic, and eyes apologetic--
The nuclear attraction in an atmosphere of chain reaction.
Exponentially drifting apart in your radioactive heart.
I walk
On a thin metallic needle
Behind a plastic seal
Beginnings are usually deceptive
Wider bases cleverly deceive
Towards fine tapering ends,
They lead?
Mislead.
Exploiting my needs
Hopeful susceptibility
The love for light
A little respite
Also cheats
Consoling myself
A dark patch maybe
I cement my belief
But a distant voice
Faintly speaks
The needle is painted black
Can't you see
That you can't?
Even if I could
I retaliate
Your scratched glass
This so-called protective shield
Would have obscured my vision
Curtailed my inherent abilities
Perfectly planned
Painted black
A tapering end
I obediently walk
Locked
The metal erodes
Facilitating the final fall
Tick tock
Tick tock
I have found that civility
Can diffuse most animosity
When applied with honesty,
And a heart in the correct vicinity
In our fast paced “modern” society
We are subject to a never ending drudgery
Which has increased our susceptibility
To that which is opposed to the Divinity
Brothers and Sisters I implore thee!
Pause, breath, rest, restore your vitality
Take a break from our pounding reality
Be one with your heart and soul, completely
At peace, it is much more easy
To find the time for that civility
Which can relieve all that animosity
And make it a better world for you and me.
Inspired by the contest: "What is Civility to you?" sponsored by:Adelana
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