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fog
10W

brain fog descends
a mercy

for i am
completely

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OVERWHELMED
I'm in this state for good and
not so good reasons

The later being that I am
going through trials at
every level of my humanity

I WAS going to write about it.
But this would only serve
to *** YOU out and
in the final analysis would not
really help me either.

The GOOD NEWS is
that you have helped me already.

Your wonderful support of
my last write
"The company of writers..."
has really lifted my spirit.
I can push onward.
And has inspired me to return
to the God I had abandoned
for a while due to anger.

ALL THIS IS NOT GOD'S FAULT.

If you are also in a great trial
please be assured of this.
Take it from one who
KNOWS

Sometimes He uses circumstances
to bring us to our
KNEES
and that is what He has
done for me

Don't be surprised if I am
off site for a while.

I have to be deep in
PRAYER

Then hopefully the fog will lift
revealing the answers
I so despair for.

All prayers and good thoughts
will be gratefully recieved!

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I wish I didn't have these arms you scratched
This broken heart you deeply touched?
Imagine the idea of making no **** oath
If I wasn't given such a sincere mouth
What if I had no arms to hold you tight
Or I were an imbecile whose mind thought nothing right
What if I was a strengthless ******* who couldn't fight
Imagine I had no eyes to see you the day we met
If I hadn't taken that road that sealed our fate
If I was soul-less, if that makes some sense
And lived free of guilt without conscience
To walk out on every lady like you did to me
Imagine it was sold ,the much I'd pay to be so mean
What if I wasn't human to trip and madly fall
Or I had no mobile to helplessly answer your call
Imagine I was deaf to apologies or created without ears
Could I have shed these oceans of tears all these years?
Imagine I had no nostrils to master your fragrance
Or palms to get adicted to the softness of your ambiance
If I had a stiff neck which could never turn
Imagine, me without looking back the far I would run
Imagine love was already made and we hadn't made it
Imagine I could decide who charmed me, not fate's merit
Imagine I erasing all the sweet moments and enjoying the sour
Wouldn't my pride still be as high as the Babel tower?
Just take your time, take away my eyes, feet, heart, soul and mind
And see what I'd be, a dark lonesome beast of its kind
So as you're walking away and sending me into a trance
Imagine walking back and this time having no other chance
Thanks to all who have complemented through liking, reading, sharing and inbox ...I'll try to appreciate all personally, but where I fail to shake the beautiful hands of kindness in return, I hope this little message will do. xxxx much love
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My brains in the clouds,
Yes,  another day
Quite often it floats there
Dreaming of the era in which it can stay
Swirled in colors
Grey, blue, and purest white
Relaxes my brain
Into the most peaceful delight
Oh, cumulus swirling in the air
Floating endlessly, without a care
If only I could float like the clouds
Till the end of time
Oh, the treasure divine
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 May 2015 Jason Cole
Dawn King
It tears at you
Eats away and corrodes the very life of you

It is unequivocally the most obscene shock show of your life
But it haunts and torments you

It’s like a train wreck
The one that is so profoundly gruesome

It makes you want to jump out of your skin
But you just can’t stop watching

There is peace and solace in the damage
Comfort in the decay
Affirmation in the aftermath

It tears at you
And you hold your darkness so dearly
As an opportunist would

For embracing anything other
May launch you into waxing abound
There must be a place ,
an origin for the space ,
One step above a stick and sand .
One of paper and pen in hand

One before the glaring screen
Long before that clicking thing
The subtle scratch of pen on paper
Gave us truth , revealed our maker

The affection when it was held
The value of it to tell
A creation that had a birth
One that grows and shows it's worth

Through the pleasure
When I discover the treasure
Of black ink mating maker
to pure white innocent paper
 May 2015 Jason Cole
GaryFairy
collecting on bets against our protection
protecting the rest from upsetting suggestions
suggesting our debt is a festering infection
infecting the best at dissecting rejection

rejecting the test of netting detection
detecting a mess of regulated perception
percieving the threat as a broken reflection
reflecting begets the final expression
Perception is only perceiving what we know....they control what we know, but not what we believe.
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