Find your balance
Find your place
Goldilocks zone
Within this race
Our want in life
Versus our need
Survival progression
The urge to breed
Pare back our life
To simple pleasure
Take from our greed
The time to treasure
Not frivolous frills
Bus simple sustainment
Not always craving
Entertainment.
Take time to use
Our senses five
That ground us all
To strive to thrive.
Camping on the sandy shore of the beach
Getting bored by the waves and their screech
Sitting around the camp after cooking out
It was so much fun just talking at our hangout
Soon, we noticed a couple who were fighting
Across the beach in a house we were sighting
They were making trip after trip up the stairs
We all knew this battle wasn’t one of our affairs
Still we watched from our place in our lawn chairs
Not much caring that it was darkening their tears
We watched for hours and heard their angry shouts
When we finally hit the sack it was midnight or thereabouts
While we laughed and hooted at the wife’s victory
That husband was bellowing that this was contradictory
Never would we forget that vacation with its entertainment
During our monotony on the beach this was our sustainment
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One
Island
In the sun
Unusual
It has no sandy beach or umbrella
Yet it harbors sweet life for I can see
Lush verdant growth
A hillock
Innate
Bield
My spirit strives for attainment
of adrenaline containment
from poetry peaked sensations
fused with fulfilling pulsations.
Words score elation obtainment.
Writing is my prime sustainment,
my souls ever held entrainment.
Poetry rhymes my foundations.
My spirit lives.
How great that poem retainment
lifts my muse with entertainment.
Poetry's frequent causation
are pain spilled needs for cessation
from God's ink inspired arraignment.
My spirit lives.
... CayCay
August 2, 2019
Soak into your senses
Stop stepping down your standards for someone's satisfaction
Your skeptical because selflessness sent you staggering
Stumbling and succumbing to something you are not
Something stagnantly synthetic
Submerged under the surface
Something inside you sees the shackles separating you from sustainment
Trying to salvage the shortcomings and sever the shady feelings of the struggle
Be satisfied to step up and stand out
You are sterling in singularity
Errant steals,
like globular e-mocking,
stark Jabs in test,
wave's of sustainment globally casting flesh aside,
wantoness stops as
tubular horns row them all away...
Nickled as jells in the jangles,
wobbie in a talk in a mangle-
flippin' at it's angle',
crunch crockie crangle,
the bottle on a walk,
like a Laker in a stock.
For your lips/ I bartered my kiss
For your tongue/ I Relinquished my breathe
For your touch/ I endowed remnants of my soul
And for anything else you captured what I had left.....
Each time I was with you pieces of me died....Pieces of me died
I could of probably withheld.and likely survived
But just to be by your side....The pieces of me died
Babe...I laid down and I died
What a jaundiced and distorted love I know
Yet I willingly continued to unfold
And give everything I was
What was the point?
Because I am no more..
No less than the deceased
You not only remember no you and me
Not a trace of me is lodged in your memory.....
Nothing in the world to you meant everything to me....
self-immolation, at its worst....
Physically im in tact, emotionally.....
I carry my own hearse.
A revolutionists of ones self
I annihilated myself
To prove to someone else...
I was worth more than their heart felt.....
I died for someone else
I am a hero of selfishness
An abstainer of sustainment
A suicide of ones self.....
I am a sacrificee of love....
Working mothers are guinea pigs in a scientific experiment
to prove that lack of sleep is not hazardous for life sustainment.
The montrosity of my self awarness,
in precular days that are no more,
all becomes what is dreamed,
in sustainment from my eyes.
Tears that swell,
becomes a bubble that expands,
to feel the gaps that form my breath,
inside my feverish dreams.
And then it begins,
a repeating cycle,
that becomes controle,
because its to late.
As I respire to dream,
watching my daydreams,
inside a worlds glass ball,
I float on its surface.
Be who you are by using what God has given you
From a place of confinement
Where days are predictable
A reality to face by the repetition,
When dreams seem unreachable,
Hanging on to rituals for sustainment
The focus needed to one's survival
Yet not missing the faint notion
Of moving toward a palpable
Though unknown place of merriment.
When the moment of transformation
Is tangible, approaching, unstoppable
Felt manipulated by forces in motion
Apprehension and exhilaration in tremble
Facing the unknown so close at hand
Hanging on to the faith of a miracle
For what is to come, searching the heavens
Surrendering all, even if death is the pinnacle.
Then when the Chrysalis opens (perfection)
Lo and behold, indeed what a miracle!
A new life is found, filled with sweet scents
Wings open, excitement palpable
Take flight, even if a little uncertain
Free to reach dreams now attainable
Never knew, in days of old, the extent
Of the freedom to be found and heaven so undeniable.
By CarolineCecile
Copyright © 02.11.10
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