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Lajorne Ferguson Poem
The times we decide to put credence in others,
Comes the time when said credence is made null.
Null and void.
The mind becomes devoid
Devoid of trust. Why?
Devoid of faith. Why?
The flabbergast that accompanies the 'shattering,'
Sometimes; no extrapolation.
No deduction.
Shattered trust.
Copyright © Lajorne Ferguson | Year Posted 2015
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When silence shrouds, he's consumed
Consumed by the nothingness that is everything
The nothingness that is everywhere
Escape: futile.
He resists, but his resistance is minute.
Such strife in his thoughts
Such angst in his mind.
When he needs them, 'They' seem aloof?
When he needs them, 'They' disappear?
He feels 'They' don't understand
He feels 'They' won't understand.
Rift, distance confects
Confects between them: 'They'?
When silence shrouds, he's consumed
Consumed by the nothingness that is everything
The nothingness that is everywhere
Escape: futile?
Emotions are left in the nothingness of silence
For this reason, 'They' seldom hear them.
'They' seldom see him
Though his physical being is ever-present.
When silence shrouds, he's consumed
Consumed by the nothingness that is everything
The nothingness that is everywhere
Escape.
Copyright © Lajorne Ferguson | Year Posted 2015
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Lajorne Ferguson Poem
Silent One?? Quiet Mind??
Silent one, quiet mind; no.
It never ceases, it never reposes.
Constance is what it seeks.
'You', you wish to decelerate
You wish to slow its pace.
When?
Silent One, Quiet Mind.
Copyright © Lajorne Ferguson | Year Posted 2016
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In time the inimicals, the doubts and uncertainties;
In time they'll go by, in time they'll pass.
It is difficult to hear, difficult to see
Difficult to feel, difficult to deal with
But in time they'll pass.
If the inimicals consume, then we lose.
We lose all hope of winning
All hope of triumph. Why?
We gave in, we gave up we let the inimicals win.
We let them consume everything.
With perseverance, we attain.
With perseverance, we accomplish.
Perseverance should never lose its light.
For its gleaming light, however picayune it may be
That is all we need to slowly drudge our way back.
Drudge our way back to the triumph.
Drudge our way back to the hope.
Drudge our way back to ourselves.
Drudge our way back from the inimicals.
Drudge our way back to winning.
In time the inimicals, the doubts and uncertainties;
In time they'll go by, in time they'll come to pass.
Copyright © Lajorne Ferguson | Year Posted 2016
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She came to him whilst he sleeps
Relief and sadness flooded in
He wished they'd talk like they use to,
But this did not happen.
The dream was just a dream of his subconcious,
The dream he hopes for every night still evades
He dreamt her while she sleeps
He dreamt her on that day,
That day they laid her to rest
That day they saw her for the last time
The day they shed flooding tears
Tears of overwhelming sadness.
That day, he dreamt her on
That day.
Copyright © Lajorne Ferguson | Year Posted 2015
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When was it that you became different?
You were never like this before ever.
Everything you used to do; efficient.
You're so intelligent, your bonds; you sever.
I cannot believeyou changed, you're altered.
When was it that you became dofferent?
Everything you used to do; sufficient.
You've come so far, yet you have just faltered.
I do hope you see soon enough, whats happened.
For you wede blinded bg gour own selfish greed,
Your wits have been blunt and dull; less sharpened.
Since your blindness you have neve ever.been freed.
Your a sycophant, an adulator; your a grovelor.
I am just floor'd; how you've become; brownoser.
Copyright © Lajorne Ferguson | Year Posted 2012
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His mind refuses to fathom
His heart refuses to accept
Such hurt and pain never die easily
Shrouded in clusters, are his emotions
Never completely shown
Never completely seen.
He misses you.
Happy Birthday
Mother.
Copyright © Lajorne Ferguson | Year Posted 2014
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Lajorne Ferguson Poem
You left and don't seem like you'll return
You left, and now I'm not me.
Left alone; left empty and desolate,
You abandoned me, you left me.
You left me in despair; in depression.
Should I be content with your decision?
Should I accept all that I am now
And stop seeking you?
You that is me; should I?
Am I suppose to leave the me I once was
And just accept the me that I am now?
The me that is in a depressive state.
I found you once, but you only resided
For a few moments.
Now I am unable to find you: permanently?
Do you wish not to be found?
I must say that I feel I should just leave.
I should just stop searching and remain,
Remain in my current state.
Yes, that I'll do; remain I will.
If you wish, you can come and find me,
For I have abandoned my search
For the one who left, you: me.
If you cannot find me or wish not to,
I am content, I am fine with this me
The depressed and silent; I believe I'll keep.
Copyright © Lajorne Ferguson | Year Posted 2012
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At home your mind falters and
tugs at you.
Dragging you to a desolate
place,
A place you know too well.
In that same mind, lies the
answer.
The answer to the faltering and
tugging.
At home you feel your alone
You feel your abandoned by
those around.
You feel your left behind with
noone there to confide.
Noone to share what resides in
What seems to be a boundless
mind.
One that you prefer to be aloof
One that you prefer not to
treck.
A mind that you loathe more
than its opposite.
Too much desolation, too vast
yet too void.
Void of what keeps you rooted
when at home.
Void of the ones refered to as
confidant,
Void of the ones refered to as
friends.
A void you try to fill ceaselessly
But you fail; ceaselessly?
Copyright © Lajorne Ferguson | Year Posted 2014
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Isn't it difficult when people think of you and your intentions in a negative way?
Think of them other than what you genuinely intended?
Is it not a sad moment?
Such a difficult thing to hear and see
You become stolid because of the initial shock.
But why havn't you learned from previous times?
Why havn't you learned to remain to yourself?
To keep most your thoughts locked away?
To keep yourself safe; safe from hurt.
Is it because you care too much for people; friends that are family?
Care too much about the well being of them?
Is it because you care too much?
So much that its hard to ignore?
Do you care too much?
Should you just neglect them sometimes?
Should you just neglect them all the time?
Is it in you to do so?
Is it in you to leave them be?
No.
You Should.
Copyright © Lajorne Ferguson | Year Posted 2016
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