Wear Down Poems

TICK TALK

An old clock ticks in the background
Never quite sure of what time it is
Yet steadfastly sure it is right at least twice a day

It will not tell you your blood pressure
Nor will it count your footsteps
Or find you the nearest Starbucks

Its gears will eventually wear down
Softly lose their edginess
Its ticks become a fading whisper

It will slowly become more silent
Its presence less noticeable 
Unless it is a friggin’ Cuckoo clock

Pressure

If you keep putting pressure on a tire without proper care, it will eventually wear out. Tires endure storms and rough roads, but if they're not maintained or replaced when needed, they'll wear down until the tread shows. At some point, they can no longer serve their purpose. Life is much the same. No matter what storms you face, don't give up on yourself. Stop allowing people to walk over you, and don't feel guilty for walking away from things that no longer serve your purpose. Like that worn-out tire, you have the power to stop the wear and tear. Take back your joy, peace, and happiness. Don't let people offering counterfeit love stop you from loving again. Take care of yourself, protect your heart, and move forward with purpose.

Perspective Poem

In my wooden form, stories I unfold
A simple pencil with tales yet untold
Gripped by hands i sketch dreams and plans
A tool for artists, scholars, and fans

With every stroke, ideas take flight, 
From blank pages to visions bright
I wear down slowly but I never cease
Creating worlds piece by piece

Though small and humble I hold great power
In every line I mark each hour

Sex Stories

Dark women and their softly lit shadows
haunt our days.

Men who dwell upon form and beauty,
are attracted to moths,
they grow too old, too fast,
their erotic minds
like over-sharpened pencils,
wear-down too soon.

Women who follow men
seeking the dangerous comfort
of strange desires,
blossom, then disappear into suburbia,
where they grow their fingernails,
de-claw their hungers
watching shopping channels.

Are we not all a portion,
and smatter of both these
gender frailties?

We live avoiding
the genitals of angels and demons,
yet the anatomic ****
of the over-sugared,
and unleavened breads,
grow ever stronger
in our backroom eyes.

Letters From the Front

We are in Day One of the occupation, having survived the first night; however, in a surprise attack, they employed biological warfare and the defenses are at reduced fighting capacity. Pray for clear skies so we can we wear down their assault capability outside this afternoon!

I Want To Be Happy'

Another sleepless night on the streets

I think I'm going insane

With all

these voices 

Inside my head

Telling me stories

Mostly threat...

Addiction isn't my friend

All
it has done is cause me pain

Thus

Bringing forth more friends

But

These things

Are evil

Tormenters of the mind

In search of the soul

They attack 
and 
wear down the psyche 

A familiar practice in hell

Where love is preyed upon

And 
happiness is a smile

As
he with the dead eyes tortures another soul endlessly

All I hear is screaming

Coming from such a nasty little thing

A bad spirit that's trying

Me....

It's voice so vile

I've killed many

Devils and demons were the worst

Killers of a child

And

Yet .... I still struggle with.

A product of the choices I've made in life

Drugs and gluttony calling my name

Deadly sin was bad

But

Sadness is the same.

Addiction is the voice inside my head.

It won't get my soul

So it says it'll settle for my death ...

I said.... I have time.

Open your eyes
and
See that a kingdom come is without crystal meth.

The Love in me.

It's Time.

I'M Baaack

Hi there everybody. It looks like I'm back.
Let's see for how long according to track.
Every now and then with all that I do,
Seems I just plain wear down and I have to renew;

Recharge my battery, kick back, take a rest,
With my job and my housework it puts me to test.
My hubby is ill and I must care for him,
My daughter had surgery but is now home again.

She has to have more and must go back again.
I'm worried for sure but know God will attend.
We reach out to Jesus for He cares for His Own.
Whatever the outcome we're never alone.

I'm sorry that I disappear now and then.
Exhaustion takes over and I just get the bends.
Hope you'll all understand and bear with me, okay?
The devil it seems tries to rule the day;

But if we keep the faith we are stirred but not shaken.
God will not desert me, be not mistaken.
We'll stay close to Jesus no matter what costs it,
Though the devil won't bother someone whose done lost it.

After the Forgetting

They are older now of course,
fat tabby cats are living longer,
mountains wear down
and trees spring up
as tall as ever.

The planet caught a disease;
we can't recall when
or where.
The sky is getting closer to the ground -
I notice things.

Few are found. Many remain.
They have forgotten.
I see them all.

We used to call the old ones
'Alzheimer' victims,
now we are all one wound.

They live in a world not yet drenched
with the blood-soaked gore
of our own memories -
how we envy them.

Predawn

In the quiet before dawn,
As a waning quarter moon rises
The click clack of my Mastiff's steps beside me
The roar of motors a mile away
On a farm to market road.
The stars are bright this morning.
Even bright enough to say hello despite the street lights and house lamps.
The air is cool and crisp, unseasonably so
Normally it would feel like a sauna.
Birds are gathering breakfast for their youngins,
And the occasional polecat is unperturbed by my presence.
It's not a country thing
It's not a city thing.
But it is my thing
This walk every morning
Doing my part to wear down the cement 
In this wild place in which I live.

Vampiress

I didn't do anything today
but I'll leave out tomorrow
I have been napping all day
I must let afterglow
perhaps I'm too alert
thus it's difficult to relax
until I wear down avert
and finally I'm lax
I'm feeling a little bit down
a fellow poet will be absent
I'll miss his faithful renown
for kindness doth raise attachment
I believe I'll proceed to writing
till my hand begins to cramp
life will always let in-sighting
love and light to ease this vamp

Resistance

Resistance is futile
I heard it once said
Everything that is living
one day will be dead

It may seem depressing 
Yet that isn’t true
Resistance will meet you
in everything you do

Music is one example
notes played fast or slow
Vibrational expressions
strings resisting a bow

Resistance in your life
can cause your spirit to rise
If you exert proper effort 
one day you’ll be wise

Learn to be water
It does not wish to resist
Yet it can wear down mountains 
or float  like silvered mist

Resistance builds strength 
but will claim it back one day
So enjoy it’s many gifts
as you go along your way

Thoughts of An At Home Caregiver

When recovering they expect me to be around, but I cannot be all the time. Their voices cry out when I make an appearance, don’t leave me home alone, and when am I ever going to get better? I steel myself intellectually but wear down in spirit, hang in there compelled to lift their spirits by sharing my own. This time helping another forces me to examine my honor and intentions toward the people I care about. Don’t want to be lacking, because they are stark examples of how our health can change in ways unforeseen.My conscious whispers its time to demonstrate grace, not view them as a burden,and make it apparent in my actions, not just words spoken. Now wanting Respect and love to come my way, because of depth demonstrated, not being superficial, uttering promises to placate, but not intended to keep. When they were in ICU and faced the end, it so illustrated how short the time any of us have together in this physical world . So if possible, be kind and love, not in the way others expect, but in your own way, however you are able.

English Prance

A wear down-

singular slalom in the emotional vortex-

the realism of a realm that doesn't adhere to your biology and doesn't accept the facts at hand,

one does not alter it,

unless screaming for more sanity to arrive-

though we are not sane beings at core,
we had to dig until we all died.


A wear-down,

just something I had to add,

...a little bit of sweat, blood and tears,
alimony,
grapes-

food art and a bridge,

nothing from the start,

no calamity or even Go-kart,

though it's fun to part,

sanctify some of the little divide,

deepening volumes that outlast our lives,

showing the sun we don't come to die.

Box of Smiles

I bought a box of smiles
Now I'm in a perdicament
Since there's only a few
How do I best use them

Do I pull out a smile when I see a child
Or wait for a funny situation 
Do I cut one in half to add to a nervous laugh
When I'm clearly caught misbehaving 

Do I share one with my neighbor 
Whose husband is gone and she's all alone
Use them now or save them for later

Or do I put one on when I see a couple
Hand in hand walking down the street
I know how that feels cause it gives me chills
When my girl and I do the same thing

Should I head to the beach and in the box reach
For a smile on a bright sunny day
Or just sit tight for whatever might
Any day come my way

I never knew there were so many different reasons 
For which a smile is meant
So I just took one out, the perfect smile
And wore it everywhere I went

Realizing soon after that
That smiles never really wear down
So I opened the box, took out the whole lot
And passed all the smiles around

Now everyone I see smiles back at me
All they needed was someone to share them
I still have a few so here's one for you
They're so popular now everyone wears them

Pain of Its Cruelty

My own restless thought's
wear down a fragile mind
reckless and without intent
until every peace died.
Not among the loss
nor the pain of its cruelty
but here in this seclusion
finding solace built for me.

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