They have no roots to anchor them;
Forsaken guides that steady them.
They toss and toil, burn midnight oil,
and hide the spurs that anger them.
What cast spell did paralyze?
Electric glow in fearful eyes,
From dusk to dawn, they linger on,
From standing faith to bed of lies.
Oh glory lost! How far we've strayed,
From paths of light to twilight's fade.
We've wandered blind, with sullen mind,
In weary souls' nocturnal shade.
Hark! River calls, to all who sleep,
Come plant your roots in waters deep.
There is no toil, in fertile soil,
And trust the Lord your soul to keep.
Indonesian folklore and Brazilian god An Puch are in agreement
moldavite, a vitreous silica projectile glass is the remnant of an invasion.
sky people from the Tyraxious Galaxy
left it as a clue when they took the Mayans
dispelling beliefs that Mayans were killed out by disease or an earthquake.
emerald tablet which is here today has mystical powers understood by….
a seventh daughter of the seventh daughter of the seventh daughter
this crucial tablet fell from alien space ship as it left with the Mayans
if we are to transform into the kindest, purest humans we can be.
until we unlock the secrets and memories of the moldavite tablet
the earth will continue to have a struggle with strife, disease and war.
spiritual beings are unlocking our minds all the time, to elicit change.
knowing when we understand, we will all become one.
because one equals won.
A little white tablet
To cure all your needs
To ease your sorrows
And to stop your tears
Just a little white tablet
That’s all you need
They say it fixs broken hearts
And woeful souls
And minds that scream
I’m all alone
This little white tablet
It’s not all I was told
my sorrows still hurt
my tears still sting
my thoughts are screaming
I wonder if they work
If I take them all.
Mujhay pyar say phansa mujhay goli marwa
Mujhay baton mein uljha meri ga-d fpharwa.
Mahi mahi mahi meri b-nd parwa day
i i mycin da teka lawa day. (Drugs)
Moses had the first tablet
that to the cloud could connect.
My tablet wasn't charging, there must have been a glitch
I jiggled the white cable, and soon got to screaming pitch
I asked my helpful hubby, if could he sort out the hitch
Then hubby started laughing... I’d not flicked the 'on' switch!
2/18/18
It looks so cute, you decide to take it home.
You so thought that a new toy would amuse,
And that is when you first begin to moan.
That little finger pad, it does confuse.
As you begin to move it to and fro,
Ease of use? That really has no merit.
Was hard to line it up and make it stay,
You let go gently for just a minute.
You have no control of where it lingers,
When suddenly o’re the flat screen it sails.
‘Twas not made for crooked ageing fingers,
Nor if you have long lovely pretty nails!
I want to hear a keyboard soundly click,
And then hear how many letters I pick!
teardrops appeared on my tablet
on both sides of the glass
mine on top
hers underneath,
shed from miles away
which was which
who was where
did not matter
any longer
real or virtual,
all merged into one
- a brook of joy
running through the valley of time
destined for
unchartered pleasures
Consume not liquid lest you feel inebriation
The fat of this earth shall not pass your tongue.
While under the thrall of this passionless thing
Never again to know reality's touch.
Beware the effects
that will certainly occur.
The thoughts may cause some nausea
when you see the malady
mercurial and volatile
spinning straight into the sky.
Swallow whole this deliverance
and salivate with indifference.
Do not chew and do not crush,
and do not dare inhale the dust.
DID YOU SAY CLOWN OR DROWN
I aimed my eyes essentially to the east
While trying to escape a beast
I looked to the sanctimonious sea
With waves intent on drowning me
I heard some underwater creatures having a discussion
And with every word I understood every repercussion
They said there is a consequence to every action I consign
While I relegate to yesterday that which used to be mine
I had a staring contest with a blinding sun
And to me it mattered not who lost or won
I looked at my mast and realized it had cracked
And at that moment I realized drowning was a matter of fact
I looked behind to yesterday
And didn’t care for what it had to say
Over the years I’ve considered ashes or the graves
But I never, for one moment, thought my headstone would be the waves
© 2011.… Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
9:30 Beep
A reminder rings
Its time to induce sleep yet again
I get a cold glass of water and slowly swallow the little blue tablet.
I walk to my bed with aching bones and tired eyes.
I slowly pull back the blankets almost falling over from sheer exhaustion
I am young but frail and tired.
I lay down
my head hits the pillow
They feel like liquid bricks surrounding my skull
I try to sleep but I am unsuccessful yet again
Oh ,well
Its just another sleepless night.
‘0 LITTLE WHITE TABLET’
O little white tablet, how I hate you,
I was only 21 years old, when introduced to you.
You looked so innocent, so white, so pure.
I was told you were the answer to everything,
(The cure)
No-one told me, when they introduced me to
the rest of your family, the yellow and the blue.
The blue being five times stronger than you.
No-one told me of the dangers you held within.
Of all the pain I would have to go through, all the suffering.
No-one told me. YOU would rob me, of eighteen
years of my life.
That I would be unable to function properly,
as a Mother and Wife.
No-one told me, I would get addicted to you.
Of all the pain and suffering, I would
have to go through.
To get you out of my system, alone took two years.
Two more years of heartbreak, many, many tears.
Then to find out, I had Agoraphobia.
Several more years, destroyed by fear.
Which a lot of people, say is caused by you.
Not being able to go out, far or near.
Hurting all the ones, I loved so dear.
O little white tablet, how I hate you.
But in the end I was the winner Not you.
This poem refers to prescribed drugs
No, no leave me here
upon the table
and, if she's able
she'll pen a few lines.
No, no don't put me away
let me stay
with these blue lines
to guide a thought
she might find a lot
to say.
Its almost like I call to her:
"See, see. You can,
you can write, right."
And, through the night
and all through the day
I'll be here
near the chair
or near the bed
and suddenly,
she'll be holding me
scribbling furiously
as though someone
is chasing her.
Fierce little whirlwind
Swirling and folding, effervescing
Substance collision, a nucleus
Tiny fireworks rising then bursting
A globe in a bucket of acid
Being consumed, absorbed fully, watching
This miniature landscape burning up
Under the weight of its own sun
Dispersing completely, another world
In a glass of milky way
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