When a whisper shifts,
A breeze my way drifts,
Carrying His love
On wings of a dove,
His still, small voice speaks,
Silent havoc wreaks,
Faith grows in my heart,
A gentle restart,
The Shepherd is close,
Even me, He chose,
And I slowly sense
The Lord's near presence,
Every worry lifts
When a whisper shifts.
Surely your turning
of things upside down
is not but the potter’s clay.
You’ve done it with every
damn thing in this world
from the start till the present day.
I guess it’s impressive,
that which you’ve done -
blinding the world with your sham.
Making it look like you care for us all,
but the truth is you don’t give a damn.
Like the snakes that you are,
you creep in the night,
slithering into seats for to stay.
Then the families who actually
care for the folks,
you label and put them away.
But shall the thing framed
say of he has framed it,
“he doesn’t have understanding”?
Your disrespect wreaks
through your pathetic smile,
but time is an interesting thing.
For there’s only so much of it
left till your through!
Then the King will come back for what’s his.
Then those families will be
right there back in the streets
handling all of his biz…
Isaiah 29: 15-16
I feel so bold I have a firefly’s heart
Black wind blows drowning the stars
Demons dance leaving faithless scarred
Do you have a chance rainbow in the dark
I hear a song from long ago
Before I was a sparkle in eye
Melody that brings you close
Even before you live or die
How can it be He calls me
Despite the devil’s plan
Just a soldier in these streets
And it’s time to dance
I’m not into black magic
I’ve never as well been a saint
Life sometimes wreaks havoc
Causing terrible pain
Demons try to get your mind
You feel some kind of way
Darkness comes making blind
And you need to be saved
I feel so bold I have a firefly’s heart
Black wind blows drowning the stars
Demons dance leaving faithless scarred
Do you have a chance rainbow in the dark
Once, he wore the smile of a happy man
but now that seems so out of place
on the foolish facade of a circus clown
who stood on his head to draw on his face.
His life had been turned upside down.
What tragedy has filled him with dread,
this man, who paints a silly grin on his lips
and cries just to prove he's not dead?
Tears of a clown
With a dismal fate and cannot come to grips.
Life is an act, and he plays his part well
but hiding behind the cheerful mask
are the eyes of a brokenhearted man.
One who every night could drown
in a sea of tears for a life that's a living hell.
Every day he wears the same baggy clothes,
a costume worn to hide the pain
that he doesn't allow anyone to see.
But each night the rain falls again.
Tears of a clown
Trying to get through a time of catastrophe
Full of remorse when he lays himself down
It's all part of the carnival show
but alone in shadows he weeps.
He's inconsolable as they flow
Tears of a clown
Nightmares haunt him as he sleeps
With bitter memories, he wakes
and another river flows down his cheeks
Tears of a clown
What sorrowful misery his heart wreaks
the minutes linger
the hours gallop by
time starts slow then disappears
when i try to unwind
its fluctuations drive me crazy
without rhyme or reason why
it makes no sense at all
time wreaks havoc in my mind
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A whirlwind of emotions
A cyclone of wandering thoughts
A tempest of trepidation
That leaves me baffled and distraught
The devastation of my battling mind
Wreaks havoc in the soul's sacred shrine.
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wreaks havoc with volition
Errors of commission
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I have known inner turmoil
Known the personal destruction it wreaks
Known the restrictions it imposes
Known the comforts one seeks
I have known the self belief it destroys
Known the negativity it breeds
Known the sheer desperation it evokes
Known how ones heart and soul bleeds
I know the power of inner peace
Know the positivity and fulfilment it brings
Know the confidence and self worth it instills
Know it gives peace and calm powerful wings
I am destruction
The fervor of my fiery temper wreaks havoc upon ignition
Sparked and left ablaze to drift, knowing only to burn
If you ignite me, I will stop you
I forsake the very ground that feeds me,
betraying my kin with pollution
My mother Earth and brother Air, the reasons I sustain
If you trust me, I will disappoint you
I reach the peak of heat to call you from its threshold,
sending signals of longing to be put out
I tease with the ability to purify
If you desire me, I will have you
My flames all but whisper in your ear,
but try to tame and provoke my ruthless retaliation
For I suffocate if confined
If you touch me, I will hurt you
My sincere moments of warmth on bitter cold nights,
imbalanced in the ash that trails behind me
I won't cease to consume all that lies in my path
melting metal and flesh, filling chimneys and lungs, in pursuit of more
If you get too close... I will burn you
The Man in the White House
Watches with a cautious eye
Aware his term of office
Is swiftly flowing by.
The man in Number 10
Still thinks his country Great
As he creeps and craws to
His trans Atlantic mate
The Man in the Kremlin
Wanting territorial gain
Wreaks havoc and despair
On the defiant Ukraine
The man in Pyongyang
Just doesn’t care
How his irrationality
Drive nations to despair.
The Quiet Man of Beijing
Very seldom seen
Flexes his muscles
There behind the scene.
The working man in general
No matter what his location
Labours long and hard just
To maintain his situation.
Anger can be used constructively
To fight with positive action
I am angry that our government is killing us
I am angry that now, wildlife is killed
There is no accountability with corruption
I fought for justice for many years before
I know all about it and the havoc it wreaks
Now I see it amplified as anger coincides
But my fight for truth will never end!
It may as well be written on my grave
When my days here are rightfully done
I will carry on knowing I did everything I could
Heidi Sands
2/27/23
I want to lock up all doors
Hatch up all windows
Pull down the drapes
And sit aimlessly on the couch.
I’d rather dwell without company
If company only wreaks havoc in my house.
I’m tired of cleaning up the remnants,
The broken glasses and stained sheets,
From wine
or tears
or blood,
I cannot tell anymore.
I’d rather not let the sunlight in
If it must only burn me.
I’d rather not let the wind blow in
If it must only choke me.
If I can stand without falling in a locked-up home
Then let me be
Alone. Alone. Alone.
I wake up to a beautiful day,
After a night of being afraid.
I’m grateful to be awake,
Because I’m afraid of the pillow where my head lays.
Each night is a different stroy,
with a similar ending,
Often gorey,
I’m so tired of pretending.
Dream demons constantly messing with me,
Slipping in as I sleep.
I wish someone could see
The twisted scenes within my dreams.
It makes me fear when my eyes close,
Afraid to turn off my mind.
What am I going to lose
When I close my eyes this time?
Memories of you
And dying on repeat,
None of it is true,
But it knocks me off my feet.
Tearing my brain to pieces,
Ravaging my inner thoughts,
I just want peace
Instead all I hear is gunshots.
There is no magic,
Only black and gray
That wreaks havoc.
I fall to my knees to pray.
Release me from this spell,
Shadows swallow me now,
They pull me into their hell.
I want out, but I don’t know how.
Wake up!
This isn’t real!
Shut up,
I don’t want to feel.
Wake up!
It isn’t what it seems,
It’s just disrupted dreams,
repeating with new endings.
I can’t keep pretending,
I’m praying for a new beginning,
Until then, please,
No more dreaming.
Lust wreaks,
Love speaks.
Lust appears pale,
Love appears pail.
Lust warrants you jailed,
Love seeks you bailed.
Lust travels near to sink,
Love goes far at blink.
Lust don't offer you much test,
Love will give you the best.
Lust suits you well with its pretense
Love caress you much with its defense
Lust makes you go for the big price
Love gives the worth cum your happy sacrifice
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"I swear the fingerprints were there yesterday. They were there, I promise"
Maybe my tears just washed them away
Devastation wreaks havoc
Loss lulls me to sleep
A wake of buzzards circle around my head
I am beaten down
I am unlucky
My skin grows caverns
Grows desert and dry
I am teetering on the edge of success and failure
I am not steady on my feet
I could have prevented this
Time to burn away my identity
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