Closure--"No hard feelings",
What's that, you're speeding!
Last words to end a marriage,
That's what you call a stoppage,
Talk about survivor baggage,
That was our cessation,
Mixed marriage of diverse nations,
Not exactly a happy ending,
Is that closure? "No hard feelings!"

You used to tell me “The way you’re living is bad.”
“The way you’re living is terrible.”

You used to point out every little intricate mistake that I was making and every little small detail of my life that ****** you off.

But when I asked you “What I could do to change everything?”

You kept spewing your garbage at me.
So all I did was look at you and say:

“When are you going to realize that you have nothing left to say that I want to hear?”

*“And sooner or later, you’re going to have nothing left to say at all.”

A second, minute, moment, a while
To get this **** into your thick head.

Nothing matters, besides status and wealth
it's all been done, it's all been said

The weak, the poor are used as stepping stones
We are examples of living, breathing, ***** drones

Only one motive; to move to the top of the ladder pyramid
To use the ones who are so dumb founded
For not a second think of the disabled or them flaccid
**** it! Do you not see what a vulture you are?

You abuse the the gift of GOD
don't think near, think real far

You forget to look down and see what's crawling under you
Asking, begging, pleading, crying, crucifying in front of you

You look the other way when you see a crippled or disabled cartoon
Who asks nothing, but an identity too

A cry for humanity, an outburst that lingers
Stop racing, or at least take off the **** blinkers

To see your place in life, and help the needy
Please your Lord, by not being so greedy

Take a moment, re-evaluate your life
Be thankful, be giving, be loving, and caring

Appreciate it all for all what's it's worth
In the end we are all going back to the Sands and pits of the earth

Recognize your wealth of healthy status
And Realize of those who suffer from this prestige
Do not get irritated, this is not just another speech!

Take this as an enlightenment, or even as a wake up call
When God questions you, your judgement would not try to low ball

So take away from this a lesson learned
Where your tombstone will repeat of your deeds well earned!

   by MaQ

You are the freshly aged petals on the page.

Pressed first up against a cheek or two and dried to last forever.

Transcending all stages of beauty and living long after withering.

Your soul extends beyond the softness in your texture - the sweet scent of all your cracking gestures.

You cannot change the closing of the day - the frosty creeks still rush to all your heart does say.

You have plucked the petals from your budding heart and we pick them up to keep as art, because your flailing is a performance.

Your movements are enticing, you sway to all desire, the sounds murmured by your coarse crying voice inspire.

The beauty is in your entire existence.

It calls me,
   deeper into its depths,
it stalks me,
    It even pushes me farther,
I hear the wave end in the seas,
   I hear the hum comes from the sea,

THE SEA,
MEANDERS,
THE SEA FLOWS
ENDLESSLY, CALLING EVERYONE
TO AN ENDLESS FLOW

THE SEA,
© Ovi-Enita

Beckoning, questioning,
Along paths of sand laden,
Laid the days of reckoning -
For Love's ocean horizon.

Those Summer hills beckon again,
For the man lost in Time -
In the meadows of eternity,
Distraught in Sorrow sublime.

The days of glorious chore,
Fall dead to the rays of their light -
And wash upon a ****** shore,
Next to the broken shadows of the night.

I think I'm starting to wake up now--
the nightmares have finally stopped
and memories of before
come flooding in--
I used to have a good life
(way back when)
before the monster came
and stole me away
from the one who loved me true
I didn't realize then
what all leaving would put us through--
I let lies and deceit
take the place of my love for you
and found out too late that I was being used
to fill his needs to spew out his hate
to be someone that he lived to abuse--
he had such charm in the beginning
making me feel like a queen, a divine love
but then when the slightest thing went wrong
he would hit, push and shove
and tear into me like an animal after his prey
and if I dared to leave afterwards
he'd always find a way
to lure me back in and beguile me again
til finally one day, beaten and bruised
I knew I couldn't let him win--
I ran far far away and started life anew
and I wanted so much to find you again
and beg forgiveness from you--
but when finally I did make that call
to let you know I was now free
you told me that it was too late--
you no longer want me.
So, I sit here now knowing above all
that this life lesson I've learned
is like the world's worst wake up call...

He pick us up when we fall,
Forgives us, as I recall,
He hears us when we call,
A true kind king so merciful.