Something needs to be left unsaid.
Except some people loves to speak to cause others harm.
For the cheaters that creep.
What's the purpose of telling?
Notice that these suddenly high and mighty moralists wasn't thinking straight at first.
Some people has profit greatly from their dirty work.
For every sin within the world.
You find them all in the holy bible.
Solomon, the one many uses in sermon as wise.
Was no different than his father?
Who had a mistress on the side.
Like, I something needs to be left unsaid.
Cause those doing wrong will play like your words don't needs to be heard.
Secrets needs to be hidden from a few.
Cause the harm you done to others.
With eventually comes back upon you.
We know the line-those without sin shouldn't cast the first stone.
But there's always some that do.
And then feels hurt when their past emerges.
Just remember nobody's perfect.
Joined my shadow, stitched by cobwebs to my feet,
Chases me everywhere, until her solar son's removed,
When in dreams darkness she's concealed...
Walk in the sun, she's revealed...a flighty sprite a spirited girl,
Desire to see the shadow call.....creep!
Creep into sunlight,
coax her,
Entice her,
Into wild life,
You'll find she's joined at your feet and your hip,
Ideal woman to take as your wife, she'll never misbehave,
Never misappropriate,
Never innappropriate,
Of your notions she never disputes!
She vanishes into blackness...leaves you on your own...to play
Lets you have your space,
She comes to play when skies not grey...to conjure up a smile!
Hides in night light black an dark......outlines evil ghastly dread,
To petrify children in their beds!
Transfixed in fear,
As hanging chanting vampire shadows,
Laced by night light,
Oozes through night light blinds!
Livvi Kent 20/04/2013.
You
You know not what you're doing,
You drift, in ways of abstract design,
You give false impressions,
Of things deeply untrue,
Oh God,
I wish that you weren't you!
You are anonymously sweet,
Portraying that you're bad,
When in fact,
You're really sad,
Full of lost delights,
Everything is wrong,
Not much is right!
You found the right one then,
It melted, lava bursting,blood ripples,
You get judged in ridicule,
By all who surround you!
In you're life,
They all confound you,
You want to fit in and fall in love,
But all around you,
Astound you.
You are not a frog on a leash,
To be toyed with,
Nor one who wants to play,
You are a person!
You have a heart,
A heart which sustains and nourishes,
Protects and cossets,
You have dark secrets,
Running through cold veins,
A brain of creations,
Your thoughts run deep,
Still waters they say,
You have to hold them everyday,
Black as night is,
As white as pure is,
All you want is love for sure,
Do you know your name?
Do you know who you are?
Full suit of armour protects naked soul
Falling deeper into a hole, daily,
You are me, and I am you!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Letting Go
Let go of this delusion, burst the bubble where I dwell.
Then let reality set in to dissolve my wispy veil,
Let go of mindless babble; silently listen for awhile
Let go of false pretenses and slowly learn to smile.
Let go the jagged remnants, of my shattered heart.
Let go white knuckles clutching, so grief restrained may start.
Let go pathetic excuses and attempts to justify,
Addiction, plain and simply explains why I get high.
Let go the lies I tell myself, be brave enough to see,
Devastation happened in my past, now, release me agony.
Let go one single blood-curdling scream, make it worthy I get just one.
Let go of superficial friends, do unto them as they’ve done.
Let go of wishing that beauty would change me just for you
I’m proud of who I am inside, no one but I can fill my shoes.
Let go all of the games we play to avoid having to feel
Let go of who you think he wants, and be the one that’s real.
Heidi Shavill
2013
Words bouncing from the screen
tumbling over themselves
a puppy bursting to play
nearly knocks you over
the cruel leash
that distance is
and the price you pay.
- - - - - - - - - -
Sad how little we see each other but beautiful
and quite hilarious how things don't change
when we do, might as well be back at
1st year uni. And some catch-ups are
being planned. Yeah! :)
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I wish that I were ten again,
Just to see the things as they were then,
Back when life had a slower pace,
And I had a much younger face.
I'd run wild and barefooted through the park,
And play kick the can 'til after dark.
And I'd outrun every firefly
That lit up my late, late Summer sky.
I wish that I were ten again,
Just to hear the way I'd say amen
Each time good Marion would swear
When I'd put a beetle in her hair.
And she'd jump and scream and call me names.
Oh, we were crazy kids with silly games.
It did not take much to make us smile,
Oh, to be ten again for one short while.
I wish that I were ten again,
Life was so very different then...
We'd turn this valley upside down,
Whenever the fair came to town.
Exploring every hidden thing
Their mysteries and magics bring.
And how they'd swell and light the night
So big and loud and fierce and bright!
And there were times that I'd skip class
Just to make trails in the tall, tall grass
Right outside Baker's General Store,
Before they called Dad into war.
Before things that I could not understand
Brought him back a different man.
A man who's heart could not recall
The child playing basketball.
That's why I'd climb that tree at my Grandma's house
As cleverly as any mouse,
And I'd climb as high as I could get,
And stay there 'til the sun would set.
And I'd watch the colors of the sky,
As the nighttime drifted by.
No, I don't mind every now and then
To wish that I were ten again...
Copyright © 2000 Richard D. Remler
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"I want to feel all there is to feel, he thought. Let me feel tired,
now, let me feel tired. I mustn't forget, I'm alive, I know I'm alive,
I mustn't forget it tonight or tomorrow or the day after that."
~ Ray Bradbury (Dandelion Wine)
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the stars are made of rocks
the suns made of fire
there isnt enough water
nor drugs to make us higher
we're not going up or down
we're spinning not out of control
temporary balance
is sure to fold
kids play blame game,
parents take their time
whats it add up to?
still a dot on a line
so when you're making your movements
and judging others,
everything adds up to you
and we're all brothers
At twilight in the cave the bats gracefully emerge; sacrificing their lives to fly and play in the wind. Sweeping in diagonally perched on wooden posts the owls watch and wait for their prey. I marvel at gods game and sit in silence. karma pulls up and pulls out her self-division at the scene. I am magnetically drawn towards a single owl poised on a tree. I whisper to the creature, speak to me. The owl sings: puchu puchu! I sing back the crazy tune. The owl spots my red jacket nestled on my body and teaches me the blues. I come back a rainbow grounded on the green encased in a purple hue.
Few are quite willing to go off and fight,
The sadistic and evil, in the name of what's right.
But all of us struggle as we try to attain,
The lives that we thirst for amidst all the pain.
We live with decisions that often defy,
Our own moral codes on how to get by.
We search for so long, for what makes us strong,
for what makes us weak, and where we belong.
And just when we think that we've gone through it all,
That we've gained all the knowledge of what might befall,
Reality and Life return to their places,
Keeping us guessing and changing their paces.
Our minds and emotions like to play games,
and we search for our scapegoats in place of our blames.
With this, come frustrations that continue to grow,
Disrupting life's peace and life's even flow.
The scars from these battles are not easily shown.
Hidden as secrets; remaining unknown.
The battle within is the struggle of one.
In place of the many; in place of the gun.
I cleaned out an old drawer
of odds and ends.
there were paperclips and the door to a battery case on some remote
an orange candle stub, from Halloween I think
lots of batteries and four flashlights, though only one worked
and parts of things which I'm sure made sense to keep at the time
I have no idea what they are now
I cleaned out an old drawer
of thing I've forgotten
pictures of my daughter in a lost setting
a letter of gratitude from a friend, but for what?
a postcard from Barcelona
graduation announcements for our friend's children
I don't think I sent a gift
I cleaned out an old drawer
of memories and my past
a ticket stub from an evening with Isabel
a newspaper clipping of my son in scouts
old mother's day cards from the kids
subway map of New York City from October 2001
Memories of adventure and love
I cleaned out an old drawer
and sorted, straightened and remembered
batteries went together in a small box
rubber bands and coins in their proper place
memories dusted off and replaced
out of the drawer and back into my head
My life is a little like cabinet drawers
stuffed with junk and trash mixed with treasures and tools
I think I'll clean my cabinet more often
I'll organize some things that I'll need
like my mom and dads affection and support
my friends kindness and playfulness
I'll throw away the useless things
like anger, resentment, and regret
to make room for my treasures
And I'll be reminded of what has been
a childhood of play, security, discovery and love
my magical children and the wonder at every age
my beloved and her steadfast love and respect
faith, hope, joy, compassion, service
