In shades of grey
They came. They went
Uneasiness in the dusty rooms
They drank
But something dark stirred
And they noticed
But did not speak of it
As time was marked
He watched the other
Who worshipped the light.
The light that ruled him
That gave them purpose
But also haunted them
In the grey
Taunted by seagulls
Screaming what they did not want to hear
Confirming the horrors
They barely kept down
So they drank
As the madness arrived
The storms and the light
The slave to the light
As it kept revolving
Days they went on
He Who worshipped the light
Could no longer look away
The other, watched
Haunted in the grey
And so they were found
Art is sincerely satisfying.
A great catharsis of movement,
From nostalgia, sadness,
And deep uneasiness.
From still-life and scenes
Of the true world
Kept captive
For all
Time.
Hello Carol,
Miss these words in an uneasiness, like birds when they go silent.
Though can't recall when..,
somewhere along the path.
Just a quiet forest looking down
at me now. Hoping
the kindness in a voice returns, the birds sing again.
~~~ Comment to Carol Sunshine Brown's poem -"Mountains Touch the Sky" ~~~
Always pray, all happenings are but phases,
Changing traceable atmospheric treats...
When doubt can't be healed to save ignorance
Or standing faith could gain whole salvation-
No pressure, but pray off pleasure always...
That all seasons would ever cease holidays.
Always pray, fearful thrills are but failures,
Prompting bold chances to succumb defeats...
When peace can't run without smooth complains
Rather than troubling awaiting glory;
Having pictured the prime instead of now,
Debating promise watching tempting vow.
Always pray, tears off will- is but a clue
Testing the stand of standard chilling vibes,
When cross seems unbearable to shoulder
Without reliable backing following up...
Coming falls trailing uneasiness point,
Wrong backup could easily disappoint.
Always pray, wealth is but staggering pleasure...
Toasting everlasting grace off heavenly bids,
When worldly assets ain't God's flattering deeds;
Accounting love that uphold greedy quests-
Totality is up to Him not strength:
Wishes are dreams but not fulfilling length.
For the pen refuses to write;
Even struggling doesn’t seem right.
And for all one cares, I see no light—
Yet these legs walk, fortnight after fortnight.
However strong one’s mind seems,
At unending, nerve-wrecking scenes it dims.
For all supports appear blurry, even strong beams,
Striking uneasiness and swaying wherever the path leans.
But breath goes on—uncaring and unfeeling,
Offering no remorse, no solution, not a thing.
Every rotation carries its own unsorted fling,
Yet breath goes on for this wretched being.
Sniff out the garish lights, loud music, and drunken discussions.
Breach the party uninvited.
Conceive uneasiness and instant disdain.
You try to tango with strangers who quickly slide away.
Somewhere in the intercourse of a reddish night
they feed you to a pack of blue dogs.
Willing to drag you down to their side of the tracks.
Loneliness warps all reason, lowers the standard.
Opens the vein to jagged strangers.
Liaisons come and go like a Roman legion.
They begin the journey bold as muddy devils.
Ranks thinning by the minute, by the hour.
Till only one soul remains beneath a parchment shield.
His destiny is to forever cower.
In the stillness and darkness of the night
I lay in my bed and my thoughts begin to wonder
I wonder what is life really all about
Wonder what lies ahead
Wonder how and when will it end
Wonder, wonder, wonder into the unknown
Unsettled with uncertainty
Dread and anxiety fill my being
My heart beats a little faster and louder
My head feels cloudy and light
I don’t like the uneasiness l feel
Distraction is needed
Until l fall asleep again
The comfort of daylight arrives
No more uncertainty , no more dread
No more thoughts of the unknown to wonder
Dear Father in Heaven
No one knows me better than you
You know my fatigue
You saw my tears and smiles
Learn more about the battles and pains
I'm going through
Please give me peace
Give me confidence and strength
Disperse my inner confusion and uneasiness
I know you are always with me
I'm willing to rely on you
Bravely face all the challenges of life
I'm praying always to you Lord.
Waited patiently in lines to cast the vote
The turnout was expected; patience was tested
Uneasiness, hungry, and tired enough to be tempted
To leave the line, but frustration heavy in tote
Some feel it was not a honest fair win
Ballots were burned prior to election
Should there been more ballot protection
Oh well, candidate chosen with a jovial grin
Just pray this candidate is honest and true
A lot of talk of what is needed in this nation
Many voters are celebrating with elation
Some voters will continue to be sad and blue
Everybody will not be happy no matter the circumstance
Its the fate of the political experience for voters
Both parties campaign hard with ads and funny posters
Switch. Different party, its like the nation qualify for a refinance.
All the jesters from every land couldn't make me laugh.
Their cure for my depression didn't work. The hurt I went through has no cure.
My mind would have to be wiped in order for me to live life.
The kingdom I'm in is forced to mend my brain. No one should have to deal with this.
In the abyss, I lie all day with incurable uneasiness, the most worrisome of my diseases, with my heart always pounding out of my chest in distress. One day, I'll finally be laid to rest.
Seated beside a river, waiting for the sun to lay down.
Blonde hair rolling to all appearances
Gazing at the leviathan gulping the fish
A soul inside me experienced uneasiness
The moon pronounced the fate of life.
The missed cuckoo clock refreshed the memories, life is one-sided...
feeling of uneasiness before taking the big plunge
Drifting slowly as time slips away like a dog spinning faster and faster but never catching it's tail.
I have been here before floating in this sea of uneasiness, clouded by confusion and lack of self worth.
Whispers of things that could be lazily cling to the edge of what in my own mind seem out of reach.
I have pushed limits, seen, felt, and done things most would deem unrealistic. Yet still the whisper, It calls to me, body not what it once was, mind clouded and doubted by thoughts I can't understand. But still.... who am I?
Some say it takes a life time to figure that out.
Not sure I have that long, who knows. What's does the song on breeze sing to you? I give, I love, and those whispers words barely audible yet pulling at the fiber of my being. Who are you? I am a warrior, bound by honor, family, yet I never look for a fight, I protect, I defend, I love...
Come with me to St Matthews cemetery
a flock of culpability
What are red faces for ?
The incidence of pious Rosetta
At the graves edge
he was returned
An avalanche of prayers
omits forgiveness
A life unworthily lived
unmatching the reverend
The bats resume their business
The uneasiness of the pews
Feathers are the sinews of hope
Their curved plumage
thinks well of an English Hill
My colors bloom and die with the seasons of life
My colors are bright and paint everything around me
My colors are dead and my broken bones soften the uneasiness your soles walk on
There's beauty in death because it leaves room for birth
I remain the same being but born to new habits
They say you've changed but I still have the same name
Planted in God's roots I rock on the red carpet with my dirty boots
Some of her rays of wisdom fall on me
Giving spring to my perseverance and winter beauty to my branches
My colors are a mirror of your grace
p.s. I will leave behind poison like leaves falling from a tree...
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