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Mixed FeelingsI don't know why I miss you so;
Why the feelings are so intense.
Nor why it feels like continental distances
When you're really, just over the fence.
It feels like you've left me behind
Halfway around the world
With a troubled heart
And a mind - lost, in turbulent swirls.
I fear never understanding your pain -
Or worse; that you would think the same
And cast me aside like a wilted flower
Forgotten, on old window pane.
I cannot profess to know your feelings,
Nor whether your heart still has room for me -
Regardless, every second spent apart from you
Is another second wrung in deep agony.
It seems as if we've swapped places;
You, no longer mourner, distressed,
and I, no longer the comforter - now prisoner -
By anxieties, compressed.
Corporate MeteorologyMore erratic than El Niño;
More temperate than typhoons;
More destructive than volcanoes;
More drenching than monsoons;
More catastrophic than floods
And forest fires — combined;
More frightening than earthquakes
Along tectonic fault lines.
Arrows like tsunamis;
A serial destroyer
Of esteem and morale;
An insatiable appetite—
No reason, no warning—
Until its anger reaches full height.
And then the storm vanishes
As quickly as it came;
Leaving in its wake, nothing,
But the dead and the maimed.
When all we have left is your smile...
To Jon, who's left us; may you be at rest in His arms.
Our first thought of you
Is that unforgettable smile
Your words of encouragement
And life without guile.
Your commitment to change lives
Your passion to sing
Your generosity to others
Your devotion to Him
The days we had to know you
Were little and few
Regretfully, I only knew you best
Standing in funeral pew
You taught us not to take life for granted;
How it could be cut short -
And to treasure all those around us
- Just as we ought.
You taught us to take
Every opportunity we had to meet
To truly pour into each other’s lives;
And share the bitter and the sweet.
Many hearts have been broken
And many tears shed -
You were such an inspiration
In the life that you shared.
So as we lay
Your body to rest
We remember the smile
Of one who loved best.
These words of departureThese words of departure--
Half unwilling words of goodbye--
Also wish you the best of what’s out there
And success in all you try.
Your bold demeanor, laughter
And courage to persevere
Have inspired and won me over
In this last year.
You see, I’ll miss you
-- and sorely! -- my dear
Because you were my sunshine
When things felt deary here.
May you keep on doing good
Wherever you go.
And I hope, once in a while,
You’ll remember these days of old.
Behind Those Eyes (Poem)Dark brown, or grey?
Too murky to tell
In artificial habitats
Devoid of ocean swell
Listless and grieved
Their eyes told it all
Though they said not a word
From behind that glass wall
Gone were the open spaces
Where calves used to play
From spirited enclaves
Were they spirited away
Cramped in stagnant water
Without active stimuli
Wasting away for the entertainment
Of gawkers passing by
Of their silent suffering
Enervated and languorous
In endless circles, swimming
Blue Ballet: Dance of the Sea Fairies (Poem)Spotlights trained
Of deep blue sage
A dainty dip
A graceful twirl
Amidst deep water’s
The sea fairies’ dance
An audience entranced
Time slows down
An Eternity's lone shard
The JourneyI travelled down hot asphalt roads
Amused by sights I did not see:
Fragrant flowers and chirping birds
Cheerful laughter chiming with glee.
In many contraptions were people trapped;
In varying cages were they kept:
Enclosed, imprisoned, jailed - un-free;
Helmed in by thoughts, worries, and anxiety;
Anguished by life's uncertainty;
Prisoners of mind, of purse, of geography;
Confined behind locks without a key.
And yet escape could still be found;
From fetters and chains was I unbound -
Raised up and lifted from death's mound
By Hope and Love of great renown.
Enriched by blessings I did not deserve
With an abundance of love without reserve;
A drop of heaven on this parched Earth;
An immaculate gift of infinite worth:
Love, Joy, and Peace,
Kindness, and Faith,
Patience and Goodness,
Long-suffering, and Grace,
With bright countenance
And cheerful face
Came my hero - my savior -
The one true Lord
Whom all with renewed hearts adored.
Kisses planted in a generous clusterKisses planted in a generous cluster
With all the sweetness love could muster
Decked in Hope's brilliant gem-like luster
Cheeks blushing a ruby fluster
Oh my love, my spell-caster!
If only time could pass a little faster
To the day our beloved pastor
Will declare us mistress and master;
The day we stand before the altar
To pledge a love that will not falter
Making vows that'll never alter
Come flaming hell, or raging high water.
So here I am, upon my bed
With but a pillow for my head
To travel through dream's cascade -
A 'goodnight' I must, to you, bade.
Let it out - let it goThere are times one needs to vent;
But please, in those moments, don't invent.
Do it well, and say what's meant;
Ensure that every bullet's spent.
Then leave it there - don't revise
(Sayeth the council of the wise)
Don't let it spread like a rash of hives
Avoiding that saves many lives.
Let it out - let it go
Don't take it back & keep it till you grow old.
The Beginning of the Endit started with Greed.
She wrapped Her tentacles around their minds,
digging deep into their psyche and corrupting them.
it started with Lust.
He slipped unnoticed into their corrupt brains,
reaching down into their hearts and twisting them.
it started with Pride.
He appeared inside their twisted cores,
pumping His poison through their bodies.
it ended with Wrath.
She took control of their very beings,
forcing the gun to their head and pulling the trigger.
Keep It RealWhereas diasporic communities
Have to been attempting to separate themselves
From harsh sun and seasons,
Without reason, others have built their lives between
The cracks of statements such as:
“Keep it real”
Or, “This shit is dope”.
Motherfuckers better realize
Now, is time to self-actualize.
Daughters of SocietyWe are the daughters of the lost and the damned,
with black rings under our eyes,
both of which married without my blessing,
and don’t seem to be in any
position for separation soon.
We are the daughters
who were told and told and told
to cover our bodies
because we are moral distractions
and it’s all our fault anyway,
and taught that help will come if you ask;
then taught to yell ‘fire’ instead of ‘rape’,
or no one would bother to help you at all.
We are the daughters
who were taught to live a balanced and healthy life,
and that we were capable of anything and could do whatever
kicked in the back of our knees,
then thrown into series of three-hour-long extortions
to determine what we couldn’t ever do in life.
We are the daughters
who were taught to appreciate a man’s whistles and
encouragement to smile as we walk,
as if we were there only to satisfy their primal urges
and not because we needed to bu
g-Host b-LinkTo witness disobedience of dogs of the Matrix;
Are souls breaking free or is it part of the script?
Do even the patients begin losing patience
Attempting to dissect what they cannot reflect?
Are implications of home not enough of a bone
To be thrown to the starving who plot against the throne?
Too sober to stagger with their cloak-and-dagger,
Dehydrated parasites starving for insight
on what a nomadic soul is composed
when compressed into senses and structured and clothed
and closed off from links to a red-herring source
by force and by failure to
And by what right
Does a false light take flight
While uncomfortable truths
Take their place out of sight?
When confronted, you contort.
When in question, you distort.
By lies you are comprised
Yet by every report, you
Every second you delay me, every thought that disobeys me,
Every law of attraction failing due to inaction,
Every memory haunting, regardless how daunting,
The Newspapers Tell Me Too MuchDoes it matter how much blood might've spilled
Over one mistake of which I still feel the guilt
Gamma rays got shot straight through my brain
Can I still undo what has made me more insane
I have never gotten silenced by the crowd
I do not shut up just state my mind less loud
Do you blame me for not wanting to get mauled
I've had a life of pain don't say it's my fault
Have you ever walked on a diverted path to see
The dead bodies along it blended in the scenery
I want understanding but on the other hand
Don't want everyone to suffer under that demand
Recently I've decided it's not what matters to me
From what I have read in the newspapers lately
Never was I this positive about such a negative thing
Out of my sight I know there's so much dying
Shaking my head to myself I strut onwards again
Looking up at the fireless sky now that I still can
I might sound hopeless or out of my mind somehow
But I honestly believe the world is fucked by now
The ReignDrip Drop,
Down the drain.
Oh the reign
The dew will form.
Human ChessIsn't the world in black and white?
Isn't the world in 8 by 8?
Aren't we all part of some
Sick, inhumane game of chess,
Being played off against one another?
Are we pawns?
Then why are we being played,
like mere peices,
cogs in a machine,
to acheive an end goal?
It's because of divide and conquer.
An army of 100 is a lot easier to defeat
When it is only an army of 10.
We are being split, you see.
Black and white,
male and female,
old and young,
all subcategories, to keep us
Unity seems to be a word humanity forgot;
the idea, the essence of standing together,
under the principle that we're all
is alien to us now.
So here we are,
There's nothing going our way, as
because we are being divided.
And yes, we are being conquered.
In this sick, corrupt world of ours,
where every fork in the road
cuts like a knife,
we must pick the higher path.
We must not fall for the illusion that
there is no unity.
We must unite.
We must join, u
First Class Man (A Newspaper Poem)First-class people
Reach the milestone, fair or not.
He can do everything -
Doesn’t break as much
He gets it - phenomenal
He has that magic,
A pride thing.
Sofa covered with guns
Adds another dimension -
A tough road taken lightly,
A great energy.
Cinderella story -
Had the dream, pushed hard
Speaks out -
Vulgar comments, out of a shotgun
Thousands squawking, laughing
I thought he was ready,
Great passion for the game -
I just need to hear some island music.
Die Altendie Welt die sie hinterließen!
jedes verbesserte Werk
richtet sich leidvoll
moderne Rollstühle quietschen nicht
ihr Antrieb funktioniert
Jugend eilt neuen Wünschen nach
alles Alte wird neu
bloß ihr Neues ist alt
sie murmeln - doch niemand hört zu
Erfahrung bewahrt vor Konsum
die nie Zeit für Großeltern hatten
das kapitalistische Gesetz
Krüppelhände greifen ins Fassungslose
Kasernenlider unterm Heiligenbild:
immer am Start
© j.w.waldeck 2010
Please do nout use
anything of my work!
What of me?From a seed I did grow
But what fruits have I to show?
Hanging off me are but withered leaves
And dying flowers hanging like empty sheaths.
Where are my thorns that had protected me?
Or my gardeners that had promised to tend me?
My bark is falling
My branches bent
My trunk is hollow
My canopy rent.
What does it matter, what they had said
When at the end of the day, their words are dead?
The pleasant words they spoke, the vows they made
Now exist nowhere but in my head.
They helped some flowers, pulled out a few weeds
But did they really do 'good deeds'?
The garden has perished
Only death remains
Nothing but decay
Is found along the lanes.
Who can save us now?
Can we be saved? And how?
From who can Hope be drawn?
Can we cease being forlorn?
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
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