An avocado is not a vegetable,
botanically, it's classified as a fruit,
specifically, a large single-seeded berry,
although it's a fact you may wish to dispute,
your opinion is neither here nor there
as, take it or leave it,
it's what's known as a 'pear'.
And yet, should everything go pear-shaped,
don't blame the avo, it's not at fault,
for, whichever way you slice it,
it still tastes good with pepper and salt.
In a deep pit I awake and wonder how I got here
Scanning every blurring memory but nothing is clear
Fighting the impressing hysteria and gripping fear
Failing to see a way out as I shed more than a tear
In a dark pit I claw the walls searching for a way free
Trying every idea that had ever come to me
Hoping against hope that one will open a path to flee
Sinking deeper in despair as there is none that I see
In a hushed pit I hollered out for help from anyone
Searching the opening rim for rescue but I found none
Wishing that someone left a single bullet and a gun
Crying falling deeper with the dread feeling I am done
In a cold pit I clasped my hands turning to God to pray
Breaking through the gloomy sky was a glimmering light ray
Reaching out toward me the Son spoke out I am the way
Freeing He took me into the dawn of a brand new day
The pendulum springs, the head is cluttered
The pendulum sings, the head is fluttered
The pendulum swings, the head is levered
The pendulum stings, the head is severed
A deep deceptive pit
One so inescapable and filled with turmoil
In this pit a man bides
Not by choice, but for no reason
Not for treason
But for nothing at all
Why is it that he deserves a life of torture and hell
When a person worse has everything at the ring of a bell
The more he tries to escape, the deeper he falls
For the pit is too tall
Footsteps come near
Yet, not to rescue his soul, but instead to sneer
“Climb on out” they mock
But for the man in the pit the exit is locked
Author Dana Redricks
February 3, 2023
How do I escape this pit of loneliness? Do I try to fit in, or cover it up and try to numb the pain, I have tried that, but it only left me feeling much more empty. I know God will never leave, nor forsake me, but the problem you see humans are meant to be part of a community. I’m one of those square pegs living in a round world who could never seem to fit in. Day in and out I spend my days trapped in my room. No matter where I go the burden of loneliness follows me around like a shadow hovering above. I have often felt like giving up, but it is only God Who comforts my soul. I spend my days in the wilderness hoping that someday I would find someone who would accept me for who I am, love me, and spend time with me. Oh Lord deliver me from this pit of despair.
A feral battle between two starving men
That rages for ages with no knowable end.
Deep in the pit, exchange blow for blow
No escape, never free, forever held down below.
Brown bloodied rags hang off their skin
A visceral clash deep, deep therein.
Deep beetled brow looks rabidly down
Into hopeful pure eyes, neither making a sound
The silent exchange of resolve and of blood.
None else exists but man's will and the mud.
Neither will die no matter the force.
The fate of the men rotate in due course.
There is nothing else after, and was nothing before.
One wins a battle but neither wins the war.
The upper hand depends on the day.
A layer of flesh is with what all men pay.
One man breathes red and has ruby’s for eyes.
The other fights tempered with measured bled tries.
Pure savage ferocity against patience and poise
With the thrashing and crashing, only grit makes a noise.
From just the right angle they both look the same.
But the battle yet rages, they strangle for his name.
Rib-eye steaks are on the pit
Seasoned with dad’s rub
Are you all ready to grub
Meat will fall off bone
One bite, it’ll be gone
Then drink Ice,
Tea!
When she comes, the greedy sea
Eating, biting, with a smile
Pretty careless and for free
Chunks and pieces for a mile
And the beach there helpless lies
While it crumbles bit by bit
As each precious portion dies
And falls in to the watery pit
Wendy Nipas
So what is love?
A kiss, a touch, a state of mind;
A fickle glance, a poet’s line.
An unending pit of shame
Into which sordid passions rain.
A “forever” love I’ll never claim.
But wait…
Who comes and passes by?
He stops and looks back, enticingly shy.
He beckons, I follow~~~
Watch out! The Pit!!
Too late…
I
fall
to
meet
the
bottom.
Joseph went from, went from the pit to the palace
yes he did
Joseph went from, went from the pit to the palace
yes he did
Joseph went from the pit to his father's palace
given a coat of many colors, and fed the best of foods
then he lived he really lived
Jesus went to the pits of hell, Jesus went into the place hades
Jesus went to hell he loosed the sorrows of those and
preach the words of God
Jesus went to hell for a moment yes He did
Joseph went from, went from the pit to the palace
yes he did
Joseph went from, went from the pit to the palace
yes he did
Joseph, went from the pit to the palace
Joseph, went from the pit to the palace
yes he did
Jesus went to the pits of hell
yes he did
Jesus went to the pits of hell, to do His Father's will
yes he did
Jesus went to the pits of hell
yes he did
1/14/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
Genesis 50:20-21/1Peter 1:19
Out of the pit of sorrow she departs
Her breast it heaves with every tear
Down a dusty trail of broken hearts
When will a kindred soul appear
Her breast it heaves with every tear
Her heart again opens up her arms
When will a kindred soul appear
Her eyes betray just a glimmer of hope
Her heart again opens up her arms
Down a dusty trail of broken hearts
Her eyes betray just a glimmer of hope
Out of the pit of sorrow she departs
Whatever you’re undertaking or whatever
You have been trap by,
You can use this as a step to climb.
Use your freedom and free will to do things
While you are in that situation. In this moment time
Ask God to guide you and be with you.
In that passing time, God moves unnoticeable.
Be persistence and be good, do what’s right.
Let the circumstances standing by at your side.
Meditate and concentrate of what you are doing today.
Because, what’s in your today, is what in your future be.
Whatever your devastation is, God is in charge.
God can transform it into a triumph.
Every word of God is pure, put your trust in him.
Focus to him.
© Jocelyn Dunbar
23 March 2017
11:35 PM
The pit
Hello she said
The pit of my stomach dropped
An angel spoke
The butterflies woke
My mind is blank, thinking of something slick, but mute I become.
Bye she says and walks away
She leaves a beautiful scent, and leaves a trail of feathers
she flies off
Time came and went
Don't know how I managed to gain someone like you, kind, gentle, and caring. Every word you have said had meaning to them.
Over time my eyes realized your true lies
All I gain was pain yet
All that joy that I gained, while you stayed
Made me realize the mistake I made
Knowing you were fake ...Your words no longer left meaning , leading me to lean on hopes and dreams that will never be.
Hello she no longer spoke.
An silence succubus
The pit of my stomach turned sour
The moth awoke.
Countless things I want to tell you
But I bite my tongue
She walks pass with a limp, she no longer has wings covered in feathers they are replaced with a thin layer of skin
an unimaginable foul smell fellows
she stumbles away.
I'm plunging into a pit of despair
The burden of despair I cannot bear
I see no light in this bottomless pit
Down I go, nearer to where darkness sits
I am tired of fighting this battle
The fight to live is just unbearable
I'm failing; I'm falling; I'm faltering
God knows I've tried to fight, but I'm losing
My knowledge of God feels unreal to me
I know He's good; His goodness I can't see
His love, grace and mercy I cannot find
For hopelessness engulfs my feeble mind
Lies from the pit of HELL!
The Devil is the father of all Lies
He is subtle and devious
He is cruel and merciless
He is daring and bold
He is selfish and cold
He knows what we want to hear
He likes to whisper in our ear
He tells us we will be fine
He seems to be oh so kind
He wants our soul
He wants it whole
He’ll take our life
With a silver knife
Trust the Sly Devil
At your own peril
Promises of power, fortune and fame
Just roll the dice and play the game
He’ll tell you there’s nothing to lose
Pills, Crack, Pot or Booze
You’ll have it all!
Till last call!
And HE’LL be laughing
As he watches you fall
The cruel lie of addiction is that we are fooled into thinking our wants are really our needs. The disease wreaks havoc on our minds and our bodies and even our souls. We will lie, cheat and steal for another fix, not caring who we hurt. Most notably, we are lying and hurting ourselves much more than the people who love us.
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