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Open the window in my heart to
Epic pleasure, pain, despair
Those highs pass away, same as the lows
I’m in this journey aware

The Truth when lies are all the rage
That sweet slice of life we seek
Something for sure to depend on
Inherited by the meek

Perhaps I try to get used to it
Those troubles we’re forced to face
Be still, listen, turn off the device
Hear what’s missing, have a taste

I digress from offering Hope
Maybe Hope already dashed
Pulling us all back from the edge
Defending a life that crashed

I strive to take it all in stride
Troubles push me off course
I weep and laugh-loud as I can
The lesson is the source
 May 2017 Denise huddleston
nivek
the poems of death
contradiction

is a song
of life.
Storms define people
whether they stay or leave.
A stormy & rainy night
what I see?
either people unite
to help
or disappear
to never to find again!
A stormy & windy night
walking with a friend
and a food seller's things got blown away
the next thing what I see -
my friend not walking beside me
but went to help that person in need.

Good to know, I have met a human
who hasn't forgotten to help people in trouble.
 May 2017 Denise huddleston
nivek
the dissolving of the person
death of the flesh
a goodbye to being

a turning away
an acceptance
a journey to make.
One breath is all it takes to
change my identity.

One step is enough for
My uncontrollable mind.

An imperceptible hand is
Leading me through their amusing creation.

Eyes once closed,  nevermore opens.
Hollow thoughts,  escaping my lips.

They mislead me,
Into the the confinement of my own emotions.

They enjoy messing with my mentality.
They relish getting under my skin; deep in.


They secured a place for me,  the spotlight.
Making me entertain every personality.

They compelled me to anger them,
Making their voices get louder.

Their intention to sever my consciousness.
They earn for my downfall.



They accomplished their goal,  a destructive doll.
A humanoid, a cold being.

They exhibits me,
Carries me through the center of myself.

Their amusement is crazily addicting.
It won’t be long before the invasion comes.

The aggression of my lunatic identities.
They're keeping my world in a hypnosis.


They're enemies inside of me.
They're making me the attraction of their psychotic parade.
Anger fumes within me
and me waiting with fire.....
To burn others near by me
But instead
I’m burning myself
unknowingly!
Anger and me
 May 2017 Denise huddleston
nivek
all the hiddenness of life
the out of reach
of the senses

is far greater than all imagination.
Take a large map
Of your world
Hold it where
You see clearly
Take a pencil
Point to the place
You want to be
Go ahead
Make your mark
Make your world
How it should be

©  2017 Jim Davis
 May 2017 Denise huddleston
nivek
what kind of monster is a child killer?
and what kind of monster exploded a suicide bomb
killing so many young ones last night?
still believe good and evil are not at war? use your talents poets, but what a responsibility it is!
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