Something has you really dazed
You seem lost and kind of phased
Confused, hurt and really blue
Tell me what happened to you
What made you feel like this
Taking away all your bliss
Leaving you in a weird place
There's a look upon your face
That is new--your eyes are blank
It's like somebody took a crank
Winding you up--letting go
Watching your emotions flow
From a wound up shattered heart
That has been bruised by a shot
Of despair and heartache
Leaving you to bend and break
By a person that can hold
The master key--turning you cold
From the frigidness of steel
Stuck in your back as you feel
A twirl of emptiness and loss
Take that key out--try to toss
The memories in your mind
Hallucinations will not wind
You up if you find
It is just all from a time
Of a bad and upset past
Shake it out it will not last
Reality will soon shine through
Happiness heading back to you
Child play. Dawn, as a wind-up toy,
jumping up and down, keen.
A buoyant verdancy of joy -
waking up fresh and green.
Waking up fresh and green.
The ivy…the oaks and weeps.
On the salient morning I lean.
Whatever this day…it is for keeps.
Wiping tears and sand from ducts.
The ascension of the sun display.
Pink and purple passion constructs.
I hit my knees, look up and pray.
I hit my knees, look up and pray.
A humble approach - prism of self
seen through Christ - in Him I stay.
To deep dive today, I entrust myself…
To deep dive today, I entrust myself,
into God’s faithful word. The good news,
sharp and alive, off my bookshelf,
With Christ, my hope, I’ve nothing to lose.
Whatever this day…it is for keeps.
There is one who shapes each cockcrow.
I know my Lord and Savior never sleeps.
His faithfulness - dawn’s enduring glow.
6/1/2023
Here I am
a wind-up doll
Now almost run down
Wondering why
I was so wound up
Something in the world
~ I'd found
Realm of humankind wheedled in reset,
Homeland beray, lull to beset,
Scrawling the parchment to a keyset,
Xenophobia in callousness,
Dearth to darn the clout concord.
Orness synergy alliance the terrene.
Berth errand the rassle office,
Commissions detach the hassle orifice...
Pensile the ensile spirits,
Circumscissile recoiled resiliency,
Nuanced tensile expansionism...
Normalise a new normal,
Order the prime heart to bloom,
Taper our united dreg to blossom...
Blight in frights,
Dight the twinight against any affright,
Infinity within.
we are puppets
and
we are paintings of puppets past
historic yet breathing
living but not alive
we are dancing upon your no mans land
and we are spinning to the melody of the tears our mothers shed
upon the same
no mans land
history is a wind up doll
history repeats itself
like the hiss of a broken music box
the sound
the clamour is silent
but the white noise that rises from the ashes of our mothers cry is
deafening
past is prologue
our tongues are tied
chained to the rhythm of
breaking through but not breaking free
our hearts are sinking in the trenches of yesterday
our minds are reaching for the scraps of tomorrow
and we are still
spinning
but we are spinning into focus
our smiles are wilting
our eyes are gathering dust
our war paint is fading
our war is over
because we were never really at war with you, puppeteer
because you too are a puppet
of many puppets
of many puppets
of many puppets
of many
Tiny dancer
upon the air
flits and flaps
buzzing slaps
of wings against
a light breeze.
A wind-up toy,
a filling station
for nature’s nectar
a buzzing
fluttering
mechanism of
delightful
elation,
is
a
hummingbird.
Why I cant control myself about the matter of you ?
Are there an unpredictable version in your hand
Or the sea of love beneath in your eyes
And your image had an unbelievable heart peace
Whether had or not I lost my sense upon you
My routines are for your offerings and views are full of you
I will put all my fears and failures in Your hands
you reassured me when the doubts screamed in my head
I listen to the sound and your presence all around
I enjoy with you days and night
Nobody can able to fill the void in my mind
There is lot of love to spare cannot seen
Without your breath I cannot live
My soul is repaired with true love
Finally I realized alone in the sunset.
Something has you really dazed
You seem lost and kind of phased
Confused, hurt and really blue
Tell me what happened to you
What made you feel like this
Taking away all your bliss
Leaving you in a weird place
There's a look upon your face
That is new--your eyes are blank
It's like somebody took a crank
Winding you up--letting go
Watching your emotions flow
From a wound up shattered heart
That has been bruised by a shot
Of despair and heartache
Leaving you to bend and break
By a person that can hold
The master key--turning you cold
From the frigidness of steel
Stuck in your back as you feel
A twirl of emptiness and loss
Take that key out--try to toss
The memories in your mind
Hallucinations will not wind
You up if you find
It is just all from a time
Of a bad and upset past
Shake it out it will not last
Reality will soon shine through
Happiness heading back to you
Stuck in your box of ease
Fear holding you back from being free
Holding to comfort so you'll never fail
But this zone is starting to feel like a prison jail
So throw off the chains of easy
And mix up your routine
This life is all you'll live for
Make it somethin worth a mean
Stop being a wind up, just going through the day
Cause if your living a wind up, where will you wind up anyway
Live out your essence its too early to hit the sack
Life of coziness harvests nothing but a lack
So this worlds got a few bumps, but how else will you learn
A new experience awaits your every turn
So throw off the chains of easy
And mix up your routine
This life is all you'll live for
Make it somethin worth a mean
Stop being a wind up, just going through the day
Cause if your living a wind up, where will you wind up anyway
Scars are memories in a new form
Bruises are just knowledge being born
Sure burns may hurt for alittle bit
Chances are though youve learned from it
Oh! How can I forget your face
The tenderness, of your embrace
Your precious smile your gentle kiss
These things, I know, I’ll always miss
The way you’d squeeze and hold me tight
And making love all through the night
The way you’d talk the whole day long
Or sing that sad old country song
The times we had, and we had some
But sadly now the time has come
For this will be our final parting
All because you can’t stop farting
Took me fifty-seven years,
To wind up in this joint,
I still wonder sometimes,
Just what was the point?
Seems to me I was smarter
At twelve years old,
Or so it seems,
Cause that's what I'm often told...
I think the idea is crazy,
I'm smarter than ever,
Just look at my work,
Okay, I'm a tad lazy,
But under it all, I'm
still pretty clever...
So, who needs money?
Who needs friends?
Who needs a car?
I guess it all depends...
I'm quite satisfied,
To sleep 20 hours a day,
That's my greatest talent,
Or so some do say...
But now I've got,
My Poetry-Soup friends,
To drive up a wall,
And then make amends,
I'm frivolous,I'm frisky,
And sometimes too so,
If I drink too much whiskey,
So I bide you adieu,
Though I don't know
what that means,
I'll act like I do,
So it appears that it seems
I'm smart as a whip,
And quick with the tongue,
Just hope I don't slip,
On the ladder of B.S.'s
slippery rungs.
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