The dark night of the soul, the void seemed like forever
All around me was a wall, all by myself I was my savior
I was the solution, I was the answer to all my questions
I was in evolution, which kept me look ahead to the lessons
Deserted in a desert, there was no place to run for refuge
In the darkness I just sat, I wouldn't run from the deluge
No more fighting, I surrendered to the pain
No more running, I was tired falling again and again
I trusted the process, however small the steps were
I utilized inner forces and with time I journeyed far
While I thought I was gonna die, I turned out way more strong
With happiness now I cry, I arrived where I belong.
A request is made known
A promise to fulfill
Circumstances dictate
What members see as real
The machine moves
The cogs bite and roll
Emotions tied in knots
Caging and keeping the soul
Even if one escaped
What tissue could remain
Mauled and utilized
For the operator's selfish gain
Learning to connect and relate
To those outside the field
Is like trying to enter a gate
That has always been locked and sealed
What is it that bears the weight
Of a life plagued by war
A solvent soul hooked in hope
Chained to a revolving door
Written by Trudy Schrader on 06-09-2026
oiled walnut desk
ornate fancy vintage
gift from a great aunt
a hundred years old
too small to be utilized
homes gorgeous landmark
Sidewalks and roads morning, noon, and night
Hectic bustle of today’s life
From young tiny feet
To the old with silver in their hair
The noise of cars, trucks, and buses
Along with the machines that are improving
The roads, bridges, and sidewalks that are utilized daily
A symphony of chaos trying to distract our attention
Our attention we need to stay on course
Ensuring are safety is never out of reach
To reach out destination in one peace and safe.
With a quack, quack, quack, so our journey begins
How to safely cross the street. We quack, quack, quack with our partners
Our hand in hand while we look up and down the street we quack, quack, quack.
The next step still hand in hand is to cross the street with care.
Crossing the street we say waddle, waddle, waddle until we reach our
Goal of the other side of the street. Until safely reached
We repeat waddle, waddle, waddle until safely all reached.
Creativity comes and goes
Memories stays the same
Dive into it,do not keep me waiting
Knowledge gets accumulated
Lessons are learned
Blend into it,waiting is a word
I am coming out,
As the sea
Spells my name
Rejoice in yourself
As the thunderstorms
Lights up the name
Rejoice in the holy spirit
I am here,
Creativity goes and comes
Memories are made
Dive into it,do not keep me waiting
Knowledge gets utilized
Learned Lessons are performed
Blend into it,waiting is a plan
I am coming in.
Three adventuresome triplets were challenging the forest of the fey
When the sky turned to night, and the regular colors turned away.
A psychedelic hue came upon everything they saw including them.
Neon purples and turquoises changed every mushroom leaf and limb.
There she is, said Weewee, the leader of the triplet three.
Indeed, she was, right in front of them, the Goddess Missy Mee.
In the form of a giant jellyfish, as promised by the prophecy.
It is as the soothsayer told us, said Weewee’s sister Twee.
Their brother Bart was terrified, he hid his eyes under his cloak.
They were overcome with snickering from an overbearing oak.
It’s not nice to make fun of people, Weewee said to the tree.
I was laughing at something else he said, “Please excuse me.”
Goddess Missy Mee gave them some ideas, put them into their head.
Let them wander around, thinking about them, before they went to bed.
Utilized these ideas when they grew up, converted others thoughts too.
Many journeyed out here to see Missy Mee, I was one of ninety-two.
It is stored resources that are not used
It is money that is being utilized daily
Not seen by the naked eye
It is investments that are growing
It is wealth that is being created
Ignored by the world
Move over,
As pennies fall into a pocket
And the counting has started
May you see it
As the wealth grows into a secluded area
And the interest has been a secret
May you know it
Stay there,
It is stored tools that are not utilized
It is monetary values that are used daily
Not recognized by the assessor
It is assets that are created
It is land that is being matured
Ignored by the owner
Move in.
I’m decaying prematurely,
with a marked efficiency I never utilized in life.
Bits of ash float from my mouth each time it opens
and my hands mark all I touch
with a temporary smudge.
I’m going out like a burning star.
I can feel it.
My friends receive text after text of inane thoughts
impossible for anyone to appreciate.
They have no value;
I’m simply yelling into a void.
I want you to know me before I go.
Take what you can from this ash I leave.
Through the rubble lies sunsets and love for you.
Maybe it’s ruined, but I’ll heave it towards you anyway.
I hope there’s any value in it
to make my passing slightly bittersweet.
I’ll love you from below.
I swear on it.
is an elephant's trunk a nose or a hand?
Wanting to find out I traveled to Africa land.
One of the elephants used his trunk to wave at me.
Saw another wipe his trunk against his sleeve.
Female utilized her trunk to take a river drink.
Now I am consternated, do not know what to think.
Talked Over:
Unappealing,
non-vocal,
nearly invisible
Looked Over:
Too young,
too old,
too short
Passed Over:
Avoided,
Unconnected,
ignored
Crossed Over:
Misaligned,
marked off
Worked Over:
No longer desired,
Over utilized
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I Am Known
Space:
endless expanse, eternal, inexorable.
Time:
Unknowable, from unbeginning befores, untill unending tomorrows.
An ache in my mind,
A weakness in my knees,
A dread in my bowels,
A tremor in my hand,
A widening of my eyes.
I move myself from point A……to point B.
Nothing else can I control but Me.
I draw a margin; fence in what I can...
THE CHALK OUTLINE OF EVERY MORTAL MAN.
Where I begin must be defined.
Where I end debated by the wise.
Utilized, understood, unknowable, unearthed.
Enter: ... examined, excepted, eulogized ... Exit.
Planted, placed, positioned, pushed, pulled, PUT.
A single grain of sand; one lonely star; a tiny blade of grass; who knows who you are?
One of the many billions of microscopic seeds sown,
But the planter is Great and I am...
...Known.
In the corner of a room is a showcase
received from a library rummage sale.
It's being utilized differently than
its original purpose for the public.
It is now very much a family focus.
On top of the case are two pairs of small
shoes originally purchased some 40 years
ago for our sons who are now 42 and 46.
Three garments hang inside this glass enclosure.
First, our daughter who is 50, has a high school
jacket with her name inscribed, and there's her
Yearbook dated 1989. There is a Boy Scouts of
America shirt belonging to our oldest son. Next,
there is a beautiful little vest of our youngest son
denoting him as a member of the church's group
known as 'King's Kids'. Finally, there's also a handprint
in a clay mold. It is the handprint image of our youngest
son with his name inscribed and the year 1987, when he
was 6 years old.
These are precious items of our kids from yesteryears.
We have embraced all of these family treasures for more
than 35 years, and display them proudly with much
gratitude toward God.
It has been years
Since it has been felt
The movement of the universe
An ingredient has been formulated
It has been centuries
Since it has been utilized
The movements of planets
An organ reproducing
The wetness of the ground,
The cracking of the ground
Leaves a rare mark
A sound of it
The cracking of the tombstones
Leaves emptiness in the tombstone
A movement of it
The amusement of it all,
It has been years
Since it has been seen
The movement of the shinning light
An ingredient has been created
It has been centuries
Since it has been shown
The movement of the world
The wetness of the ground
The honour is yours to receive
What am amazing work you have accomplished
Being there at my darkest moment
Gratefully as I appreciate your work
I salute to you ,
I am talking about hands that were meant to heal
And they did just that
Hooray,I said it
I am talking about a critical mindset that was utilized
And it achieved that goal
Hooray, who would have thought
I am talking about an honorable man
And their humanity values
Hooray,what human beings
Acknowledgement of your work,
The goal was to be achieved by you
What an exceptional work you has performed
Being the only source of comfort at the time
Gratefully as I appreciate your work
I salute to you
It is a birth right
Although it must be earned
It is an honor
Although it must be appreciated
It is acceptable
Although it must be distinguished
Salute the Greatest King,
The decisions he formulates
Makes him stronger
Rambling of a lion
The abilities he possesses
Makes him unstoppable
Cracking of a tombstone
He is coming out,
It is a modification
Although it must be utilized
It is a story
Although it must be read
It is culture
Although it must be respected
Salute the Greatest King
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