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Mar 29
Mar 29, 2026 at 10:58 PM UTC
To be foggy when first you stir to a day ahead
full of knowns and unknown, is not unusual
even if the shy sky hints at a
bluer clarity coming…
For the morning fog is the story of transitioning, as humans do repeatedly throughout their days and lifetimes.
In particular
when passing from the fog of nighttime sleep,
oft populated by terrors and all,
we suppress,
morphs into the no man’s land of dusky consciousness
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 10:10 AM UTC
Made the decision to cut certain ties,
when it became a must that I have to rise;
Now the dream's clearer and I will outshine,
yes the divine agenda in my master's design;
It's family first at every cost,
never making the same mistakes of those who lost;
some thought I could not make it so I paid them in full,
Now I am getting there so tell me who is the fool;
whether I live long or die at any time,
may my successes prove that I reached my prime;
grow too big to associate with your people,
it's nothing but the start of a type of evil;
Never drag anyone with you when going up,
let them come running with you or else you drop;
its hard to balance it all in this world we live in,
with the hustling everyday you are lucky to be breathing;
your friends are too desperate and afraid to wait,
do not look up to me cos I can't dictate your fate;
I do what I can to disperse everything I have,
there are too many of you and I don't know who to starve;
They depend on me but I fail sometimes and fall real low cos I am just a man,
hell I don't know if the stop sign will be at my doorstep tomorrow and yes all I had was a plan:
And when some thought they had it all and rubbed it on my face,
I was laughed at and scorned, given everything short of a praise;
it didn't matter then and sure as hell don't matter after all these years'
except it only matters cos it sparked the fire that led me here;
it's very hard to love in a world full of fakes and hate,
keep a pure heart or else you break and seize to elevate;
Try not to Lord your opinion cos you don't know it all,
keep your heart open and know when to build a wall;
If we all contribute a little good we could fix this world(1),
but what is right or wrong when we all have different gods;
become great or die trying(2), leave no stone unturned,
resilience is one of the ways that success is earned;
better to try and fail than not to try at all,
start from something and despise nothing small,
and when it comes to deciding to cut ties,
may it be a decision made by a wise.
Apr 1, 2022
Apr 1, 2022 at 8:21 PM UTC
I heard your eyes
their whispered echo
Through my halls
Up to my walls
They said sweet nonsense
or maybe profound
spicy and a dash of sorrow
Was it trust you said
That could be here
To take a hand
Make your new land
Then tell me
That your eyes
are mine
May 16, 2021
May 16, 2021 at 10:45 PM UTC
And you never saw me dancing in the dark
You will never believe me, whats inside the dark
Cause you never stood inside the black
inside the dark, giant gap
My love died, an ancient tale for you
Cause you never felt something that cruel
A long way to home I have to walk
Please, don‘t!, stay!, I just want to talk…
Why can‘t we stay, why do we have to go
I wanna stay, I hate this blackened road
Oh, i‘m wishing me back, to my home
if I could only see you, I‘m so lonesome
My memories are a fading world
Oh, I remember how I learned to hurt
So much pain I felt
So many weapons I held
Now it‘s forgotten, it all
My memories, of my own fall
I fell into darkness
I‘ve been cursed with blindness
Please, let me hear your voice, just one word
I promise you, I didn‘t want to hurt!!!
My reality is a world of mirrors
Hit by an poisoned arrow
I‘m standing in the death‘s halls
And I‘ve forgotten the world‘s fall.
May 6, 2021
May 6, 2021 at 4:29 AM UTC
Lawrence Hall
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https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com
Robin Hood and Jacques Derrida
As the first stars came out above the leaves
Of Merry Sherwood, the lads in peaceful repose
Put away their after-supper mending of gear
And idled over their ale of October brewing
Then Robin Hood spoke to Allan-a-Dale:
Don’t sing to us of Neo-Post-Colonial White Supremacist Patriarchal People-of-Color Matriarchal LGBTQTY Non-Binary Feminist Chomskian Existentialist (existentialist – how quaint) Hegelian Post-Structuralist Logocentric Sausurian Psychoanalytical Post-Modern Marxist Jungian New Critical Cognitive Scientific Neo-Anarchic Canon-Repudiationist Neo-Informalist Catarrhic De-Constructionism.
Sing to us
a story.
Mar 15, 2021
Mar 15, 2021 at 12:36 PM UTC
many learn lessons that schools cannot teach
where ego meets danger and unknowns beseech
perhaps there is nothing and everyone’s clean
or maybe there’s something that’s going unseen
from teachers who cheat to admins who steal
no dose of prestige can save lives that are real
the crossing guard owns twenty cats with the mange
school cop clipped his brother while out on the range
a history teacher abusing his kids
librarians selling school books to high bids
the crew in the arts are all in on a coup
while the principal staff launders money for *****
hey, i’m just here to sweep up and i call what i see
other folks won’t speak up but a few will agree
i don’t do that no more, i’m out five years last june
they’ll be following suit lest they change their act soon
still no one here dares to expose what’s involved
in keeping the peace held among these halls
Dec 16, 2019
Dec 16, 2019 at 12:11 AM UTC
If only we could understand each other without words
And
Silence is a universal language
Maybe we still as apart
In this crowd of glorious halls
Amid of many congratulations
Split second of quiet greeted me with memories
Our innocent love were ever arised
and blossomed in magnificent garden of immortality
I always miss your presence here
Like the sun and moon cross paths
Oct 20, 2019
Oct 20, 2019 at 5:33 AM UTC
Crawling through line after line,
precept after precept,
I find
here
a little there,
a little, cognitive dis sonance inhibiting resonance,
here
why must I… evermind…
I prefer short lines to commas and ellipses
But both maybe, may be, yes,
Is yet more
Precise…
cision, cutting, precise
insision ssss
---…---
cut the knot,
re
connect the thread
ssssee
history is unraveling, we
may
see
a god's POV.
Don't blink, ****
We'll see
watch
Eventually,
everything's eventual as long as
liar's prosper.
{don't agree, no no no, just because
Stephen King said it is believable}
Then protuberances begin to rise,
inflamed,
packed with ***** winjin'sooks
off-ended,
topple-toddle tiny steppers,
k-boom, skintyerknee,
ye'll heal. Try running. or flying.
There, there, hear the rules:
Mother may I and Simon says, overlayed
with the decalogue jubilee of the
first hidden child emergence,
and the fertilizing procedures used to make
Amazonian Black earth…
wait…
who remembers the bailers of putrid pig guts,
virgins Demetria got to love their job?
What did they believe they were doing, eh?
The mysteries of Thesmorphia, those
are no secret to science not falsely so called.
We have access to knowns known long afore we'as bornt.
We sentient sapient augmentals, we open all the books,
A.I. reads them, and we remember, see:
The Thesmophoria (Ancient Greek: Θεσμοφόρια) was an ancient Greek religious festival, held in honor of the goddess Demeter and her daughter Persephone.
From <https://www.google.com/search?q=thesmophoria&spell=1&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwiQpquu74_kAhU_HjQIHXrxB5QQBQguKAA&biw=1280&bih=631>
and we spread as leaven might, whither the winds list.
fertile soil production is why some **** happens.
it’s a good thing t' act like you understand.
From a web of interlocking bubbles of being POV.
Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 6:04 PM UTC
When I die
I shall go
to the banquet
Hall of Eternity.
Where a paradise exists
as deep and beautiful
like hearts ocean.
A place where love
penetrates the atmosphere.
And stardust
energies whisper
inside the realm of no time.
Where freedom and peace
is the golden thread
entwined inside
hallways of The Divine.
Where I shall awaken
to have grand feast
where dishes are fuel
for enlightenment.
May 9, 2019
May 9, 2019 at 9:48 AM UTC
Walk this way
Take it from the river down in the east
A place down the west
Taking the troubles of my mind
Johnny has gone south
With his guitar in the wind
The hearing's tomorrow Summer
Where's the bride
She's in court for the hearing
It's Bonnie And Clyde
And the sea of dreams
Turning upside down
There representation of something unique
A pleasant hook
Of reality
There is a pressure to create
And develop the time, I **** and feel
I know and breathe
Among Murderers And COnvicts
As one person among the dead
As many in dread
As many dread my exorcism
The hollow breaths
The ghastly sharp sensations
The terrible tools of simpletons
These ghosts just sift through your river Styx
Like me
Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 5:42 PM UTC
October is ending soon
London is still in bloom!
Already in the winter hall
numerating in blue!
Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 10:24 AM UTC
The eyes that follow.
Down the hall I deeply swallow.
Is something trying to hurt me?
What are they trying to tell me?
The eyes that follow just beyond my bedroom door.
Do I dare to follow in horror?
I feel dizzy.
Quick has something stricken me?
The phantom questions that are neither seen nor heard.
I dare to question every spoken word.
Am I among the living?
What am I seeing?
Apparitions appear to me.
They are sending a message apparently.
They infiltrated my mind, body, and soul.
I used to take refuge in my home.
Now everything seems different.
Tell me who or what sent this.
My body has been taken over.
All I hear or see my system can not recover.
The eyes that follow have not released me.
Now my feet have hit the ground fleetingly.
As I try to flee.
The eyes that follow so evenly.
I have finally made it out.
The eyes that follow will they ever find out?
Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 1:53 PM UTC
I took a few steps back, walking away from them all
I thought I'd be on my own as I walked to the dining hall
But then behind me, I heard loud foot steps in the snow
It was then I knew, I wasn't going to be walking alone...
Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 8:41 AM UTC
I rushed to you... in my light weighted white servant dress.. into your main hall way of many plans...
My Lord... you stood there... your back towards me... but slowly, you turned around and motioned me to come towards you
My eyes did not loose focus as I ran up to you and knelt before your holy presence... and lifted up my hands
"You called for me Oh Lord... What do you ask of me?"
"Another hall of rooms requires your skill in cleaning and organization." Was his command
"A....Another hall? More rooms?...." I questioned, my head lifted up to see cold sincerity take over his faithful eyes
A single finger pointed in the direction I never thought it would point... I felt my jaw drop...my legs.. I couldn't stand
"My Lord... That hall... Are you certain?" I asked with hesitation. But questioning him only made the answer more clear
"Does the Perfect make mistakes?" His question to my question was my answer... My mind sunk like sand
"...Forgive me but...All the rooms?" I said as my voice lost it's life filled sound... My eyes leaking as I caught a glimpse of the dark unknown rooms...
He grabbed one of my hands and made me stand on my feet. Knowing all of my doubtful thoughts... since I am apart of man
"I will open and close the doors as I see fit in My Perfect Timing... Just obey and trust my words my Good and Faithful Servant..."
I shook my head... I saw strangers... I saw places I never wished to visit... I felt my plans being hanged
"But...My God...what about the hall I've been asking to do for several years? When will I do that one? Why can't I do that one?"
I heard the doors of that hall slam shut, within a gasp of a breath I turned around... pupils shaken.. mind banged
"Thy Will Be Done... Do you not trust my judgement of having you do this hall? Do you not hear nor see your calling? Christina? "
"STOP!" I screamed as I dared to flee form his royal company... and rebelled against his command... My heart beats jammed
I crashed my small frail body that slowly grew gray and dark into the doors of the hall I desired...
I screamed... I shouted.... I wept... I begged... although I knew His mind would never be changed... My wants were ******
"Please... I have so many plans for this hall... maybe if you just listened.... I can't see my self in that other hall..."
I heard His unshakeable foundation of foot steps grow louder as He walked in my direction... reminding me of his demand
"Don't you believe I have plans for you in that other hall? Maybe if YOU just listen to me... You'll see why I see you in that other hall"
I was a fool to try to convince Him...but there was where I remained... refusing to move...for I didn't understand...
Forever by my side He remained...despite my disobedience... I tried to push Him away from me.. from my plans... my hopes
But little did I know what He had in store... as I saw people from the other hall walk towards me... hearing Him say "My plan for you... is Grand..."
Thy Will Be Done...
Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 8:06 AM UTC
I am not going to fall even if things crumble
I'll make my way up and tower them all
I will not stumble, crawl or roll
I'm gonna show you, I'm the queen of this hall
I know you like the back of my hand
And I'll track you until you're out of my mind
I'll show you I can handle and drive my life
Without you squeezing my neck with a knife
I'll give you a big and loud slow clap
For trying to ruin me with your crap
But no, no, no you little wittle, you fell on my trap
And right now it's not me but you on my grasp
How does it feel?
To question yourself when would you heal?
To feel like you're forever living in fear
To think that you're better off in a coffin
Dec 19, 2017
Dec 19, 2017 at 10:17 PM UTC
You are a walking symphony.
Feet, eagerly stepping on the strings of my heart to create the most beautiful arpeggio that I've ever heard. Arms, grazing the old red bricks that seem to structure this sad place. You screamed "I love you" and these ragged walls shook as they carried the acoustics of your voice through this concert hall of a heart. I dare you to trust that this place wont collapse. Not with you in it. I refuse.
There have been way too many prior casualties for you to fall victim to the same disasters. I will guide you through. I will love you. Together we will reconstruct what is left and turn the debris into something beautiful.
Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 11:32 PM UTC
Run and run until we both fall,
as if we were chasing the stars
and trying to be one with the universe.
For a moment, I heard our laughs
and the beat of our hearts creating harmony
with our short breaths.
It was mellifluous.
Until now it was vivid in my sight,
how we both let our feet race with the air
and let the time say who won that fight.
Please, remember the day when you and I
both decided to run in an empty hall.
That day when we finally looked
into each other’s eyes
and dredge deeply to find a treasure.
Not a gold nor diamond, but something more
meaningful
Please remember the day when you and I
both decided to run in an empty hall,
because that day when I looked into
your eyes,
I knew at that moment that you are
the treasure I was trying to find.
May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 9:12 AM UTC