The Ride Of Your Life

It begins as you are just a child
As you wait each year to grow
You watch as others go there first
Then you reach your stepping stone

They say there's rules to this ride
And try to lock you in your place
You begin your uphill journey
With a smile upon your face

You go slowly up a long steep hill
As you enjoy the scenic view
Then you rest a moment at the top
As time stands still for you

You crest the hill and begin to fall
Heart beating in your chest
The bottom comes so very fast
But your rides not over yet

You hit that curve you dont expect
And you hang on for your life
It throws you through a loopty loop
Then it rights you just in time

A few more hills and one last turn
Then a slow unwanted stop
You're happy that you took life's ride
But Lifes ride's not long enough

Carl Joseph Roberts

For The Masked Sleepyz
"What are you to do when you are stuck between the end of the world and the rest of it?"  



standing in a haze
lost in  a maze
put on a spot
left in a big risky blot
at a loss for words?
feeling behind a threat of swords?
no right actions conceived?
careful, lest we be deceived...
there's this tiny beam of light
it is nowhere in sight
shyly shining inside our mind
not to be shoved behind
a soft warning, a small voice
possibly, our best choice...
a teacher once talked about,
of this... an exit, a way out,
of that...a  dreaded spot,
and this... a circled blot...
From paths with haze
amidst an enormous maze
to get us through life's perils, puzzles, so real
glad we were given, this gift of gut feel...


Sally

Copyright 2014
Rosaliai Rosario A. Bayan

beauty goes unseen
nature still is generous
where wild roses grow

A rolling mist, so fine and pure
gliding toward a love so sure
but doesn’t completely obscure
the Apple Tree
Where my lover, to me, did sing

A mist to erase all the haste
and never see the imperfect waste
to be forever embraced, beneath
the Apple Tree
Where my lover, to me, joy did bring

The mist turning into a soft shroud
that gently envelops like a cloud
the place I never felt more proud, under
the Apple Tree
Where my lover, to me, gave me a ring

As I look up to all that I should admire
and the mist slowly chokes all that I desire
Haunted by lust, my death I will aspire, shaded by
the Apple Tree
Where my lover, to me, took away the sting

Now the dark clouds will gather
and nothing else will cease to matter
all I dreamed will shatter as I mourn, under
the Apple Tree
Where my lover, for me, did swing

**** you and **** me
Apple Tree!
For taking away the one thing
to which I needed to cling

**** you and **** me
Apple Tree!
As I sit under your protective branch
and mourn my lost romance

**** you and **** me
Apple Tree!
While you continue on being
My lover, to me, I continue seeing

God is no God that seeth only in
The day but gropeth about at night
God is no God that giveth goats
But collecteth comely cows as tithe

God is no God that is unwise
A sort of sucker, stooge and *****
God is no God that knoweth not wrong
From rigth regardless of what's done

God is no God that simply scorneth
And scoffeth at a sinful fall
God is no God that despiseth
A croaky voice or a hollering call

God is no God that doth not help
That succoureth nay in sorrow
God is no God that doth not care
That expresseth no empathy over a woe

God is no God that's carried up and
Down like Dagon, like a dumb toy
God is no God that taketh away
Manhood to become a killjoy

there is a reason for pretending
behind a fake name
a fake smile
It's all the same

Because pretending
you're not the same
as the life you lead
or the blood you bleed
even the truths you freed

Because all others see

is what you don't want them to

what they don't know about you

what they envision in their own mind

as you hide behind

The Mask

crafted by a scarred hand
hiding wrinkles on a face
that laughed a lot
less frowns that were attributed
to those happy lines
There was a time
one time
that the mask slipped
and colours dipped
and slowed
Life ebbed and flowed
and each i was dotted
and each t was crossed
and we connected
like cursive script
but we forget
That the mask kept everything
disconnected

I took off the mask

*and wrecked it

The ability sincere to not in faith
Waver, to never for once cave in
Like Abraham to Sarah's chocolate
Gift of Hagar--

For by her Midas' touch, she
Turned her own maid to a mistress:
The genesis of a prolong distress--

When God's promises look lingering
Like a night dark and weary,

As pressure like tides keeps rising, but
To tarry still in hope and be decidedly
Waiting for heaven's bright day of reality
Like Joseph when folks, as the but-
Ler chief, are

Excelling in life, marriage and career--

Is verily an uncommon genre of grace,
Especially in this world of rat race.

For man, for comparison and jealousy,
Is no sooner despaired than he'd be
Seeking for an alternative in Ishmael, in-
Stead of waiting more for the blessing

Of a great child Isaac,

Who is the promised son and the only
Inheritor of the land brimming with milk--
Canaan--and dripping with honey.