#shaken
When I looked into your eyes
A thousand battles waged
You were afraid to die
Yet not prepared to lie
Your words sounded the alarm
A world in peril
A body shaken
Your happiness had been taken
I wish I could heal all your wounds
Fend off the darkness that looms
But I am so far away
You are the night sky
As I am the day light
Jul 3, 2020
Jul 3, 2020 at 3:16 PM UTC
When my world turned upside down,
And it seemed all forces were against me,
I thought you were the one thing stable,
Something I could cling to blindly.
But instead you are the feet
That have shaken the foundations loose.
You are the winds,
Ripping years of roots from the ground.
I thought you were stable
In my world of instability.
But instead,
You are the world.
Jan 13, 2020
Jan 13, 2020 at 3:03 AM UTC
Static
------
A mixture of
Coloured pixels
Combining to make
Grey
--Uncertainty--
Vibrating from ear
To ear
Pulsing through
My mind and heart
-- why--
A colourful mess
That I both comprehend
Yet
Yet....
It's still a mess to
--Compreh -end--
Each pixel seemingly
Jagged
-- No -
.
.
Stillness
Just the usual static
Except
In the wrong place
At the wrong time...
Nov 4, 2019
Nov 4, 2019 at 6:56 AM UTC
Within the stomach of the world
The country stretches its branches, uncurled
Who is the horror of Napoleon Bonaparte?
Who darkens and fools the heart?
Often when man is shaken to the core
Other worlds sneak peeks in his door
And even in the junction of cattle
Metaphysical and mystical truths dazzle
Touched by the sea, a vision came
The pearls of the earth in flames
A jackdaw perches itself on pistons
Radiating heat from all of its mission
His mystic sense stayed tight beneath eyelids
Yet lit the flame in all said and undid
Like a voice in the wilderness
Or even a prophet of old, who might deliver us.
Jul 22, 2019
Jul 22, 2019 at 11:56 PM UTC
Can you feel the weight
Sagging on your bones
And the dead skin
Carrying your woes
Can you feel the pain
Run through your tears
And the eyes burn
Shining with fear
Can you feel it
Consuming your mind
And your thoughts
No longer holding the monsters inside
Feb 19, 2019
Feb 19, 2019 at 3:20 PM UTC
the uncertainty drives my sanity insane
physically numb
mentally repressed
spiritually tangled.
press on
continue with hope
hopefully it works out,
Hopefully.
-D.L.
Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 5:52 PM UTC
my life is a draft
i am a draft
i was enlisted without my own permission
to a life of love and loathing and so much pain
youve caused me so much pain
"you treacherous
monstrous
lovely creature full of ache and sorrow
who hurt you?
who made you feel that the world couldnt give you anything but pain?
who destructed everything you thought you were
what are you?
what have you made yourself out to be for them?
have you found your colors yet?"
and she realized in that moment
that years of paleness has measured out to
perhaps she isnt void of anything
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 6:29 PM UTC
Stirring, snaking, coiled up in your soul –
Slurring, shaking, embroiled like an actor in a role.
You feel it rise up from a well of distaste,
With zeal, it controls you,
Suppressed anger flowing with haste.
Truth chips away at your defences,
Your uncouth hips sway off-tune
As your mind battles in the trenches.
You feel it, again;
An anger that shakes the cages it is in,
A battle for the ages, confined to the mind within.
It doesn’t have to be like that;
You shouldn’t have to bow down to a philistine
Just because their wallet is fat.
Stop the defensive, launch the attack!
Let the awakening happen, get the vermin off your back!
Be the message that ends this war on the poor!
Arise from the wreckage, and of this be sure:
You are controlled only if you act demure,
If your faith in what you believe is right
Lies cold, dead and insecure.
Youth to the fight!
Bring truth to the light!
All will be lost
Unless the fires of justice burn bright.
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 8:13 AM UTC
There are girls who smell like spring...
And there are girls who smell like books...
And there are girls who paint a trace along the lines of your own family.
Which are most to be avoided.
Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 10:55 PM UTC
Go on,
break me, shake me,
like I've never known.
What?
Go on.
What's up?
You've picked me up
and I'm already broken?
Oh sorry, have you got your receipt?
Poetry by Kaydee.
Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 9:19 AM UTC
This fakeness is driving me mad.
This hypocrisy is faithless, destructive and deceptive.
Tear all these layers of fake, rip it apart and cast it away.
The convincing face of a phony, deceptive man,
tricking many to follow the wrong path, to the wrong land.
What's fake will fade away.
What can be shaken would all die and be burnt, cast to the side.
I hope they do.
You shouldn't be a fake.
Or your destiny would be written down, carved into stone, as real and true as ever.
Be real.
That's the best. Forever.
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 7:04 AM UTC
I am the silence before the lightning.
The roll of thunder before the rain,
and the calm before the hurricane.
I am the cry of an wolf,
and the roar of a lion.
I will not be shaken.
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 11:20 PM UTC
It shook me.
Like the buzzing of an early morning alarm, I was awoken from my sleep.
Into reality, I was thrown, and into the mini-van, I was packed away.
I didn’t want to leave, but I left with my family
And, by the grace of God, a fourteen hour drive landed us safely in Georgia.
Georgia… Ah, Georgia.
It had been a while since my last visit, though every previous time was voluntary.
In Georgia, they cancel school over a little rain,
While the eye of the storm hovers its dreadful head over my home,
As if to see what it could devour.
But it didn’t.
It didn’t succeed.
It didn’t quench its thirst.
It couldn’t devour.
It barely left a mark on my home, but the mark on the community was much larger.
This was a wake-up call to that community to commune, to partake in its purpose.
It was a call to me to partake in mine.
My calling, like a dream from a deep sleep,
Was awoken… and
It shook me.
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 12:55 AM UTC
She stands tall.
Shaken by the regime - all the way to a fall.
Still standing firm in her roots,
striving against the cabinet in suite.
She stands tall.
Her roots being hacked at and poisoned,
yet she does not fall.
She does not fall.
Insults hit her heart,
yet she does not begin to stall,
but her heart begins to fall.
She does not fall.
Now she stands taller
like an elegant self-conscious queen,
but with the heart of a mother that no one has ever seen.
Slowly breaking,
She falls.
The abuse has become too much.
Just to name a cause;
It was you with your helpful, root unearthing touch.
RIP Mama Afrika.
Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 1:34 PM UTC
The unwavering will, awoken by
a thousand threats, is shook but never thrown.
Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 10:47 PM UTC
Destiny
A great happiness beheld me in mind for all eternity
Two people became as one like huge stars colliding fantastically
Light will burn forever from such energy and brighten the sky ceaselessly
In time and space change happens with a minute degree to change everything incomprehensibly
Some say only you can change your self into someone better but they are wrong as hard as we try we cannot change unless the world changes too in harmony
Like an everlasting love for one person can never change maybe the love he lost could change like nature being re-born everyday differently
I still look at the moon and think of your love was that not destiny.
Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 6:10 PM UTC
The world's a battlefield,
Or the battlefield has become the world,
Men brawling under the influence of an obscure boss,
Oblivious of the priceless loss.
Ego is that boss,
The consequences of which can be too gross.
Wars are bad,
The motive is sad,
But still they do happen,
Only to leave several worlds shaken.
None of the parties back down,
All with a frown.
So well armed,
No sight of any fear of harm.
Ego is not worth fighting for,
That is for sure.
Is it not useless, I would say, on the contrary,
To fight for something so temporary?
**Lives are torn apart, amigo!**
Just because of this little seeming word:
Ego.
Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 2:58 PM UTC
Wood pine box
I seek no time
Seeing pictures of you
trapped in my mind
Closed eyes in the dark
lay there in peace
Tears fall to the floor
and tripped over feet
One second no more
no ticks on the clock
Wish you here
My heart does not stop
Hold me together
Shaken and stolen
You left us to early
God Bless, you are golden
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 12:55 PM UTC
not all earthquakes
leave you shaken;
yet show you
-you had been standing still all your life.
(you were my earth quake,you shook life into me,and for that,i thank you. )
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 10:43 AM UTC
His love was a storm
Strong and powerful and
Damaging
It left me broken and lost
His love was the rain
Kissing me with every drop
Soothing and keeping me sane
But dark and cold
His love was the ocean
Perplexing and deep and mysterious
And left me frightened
His love was thunder
Loud and explosive and scary
Leaving me alone
Shaken and anxious
His love was the wind
It left as quickly as it came
I could feel it
But others could not see it
His love was the wind
It lifted me from the ground
To the clouds
Only to drop me
Far
Alone
Broken and lost
Dark and cold
Frightened
Shaken and anxious
His love was the wind
Gone so quickly
Barely felt or seen
-H.R.
Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 3:20 PM UTC
You haven't even heard my name,
Haven't even shaken my hand,
And already you're running from me,
Seeking to find "stable, safer land,"
Certain I'm wrong about everything,
A lout, a fool, a vagabond, filthy man.
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 6:47 AM UTC
Distances waiting,
breaking mystique in free fall,
shook pills from the clouds.
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 11:18 AM UTC
The World is not enough for me, seeing that
my enrollment is inscribed on Heaven’s scroll;
my assignments are ongoing and I know that…
I’m secure with regard to the future of my soul.
I may not enjoy the exploits of James Bond,
but my faith’s exhilaration does not compare
in the traditional sense of the World’s view,
since the Presence of Jehovah is everywhere.
Empowered by His Spirit to take divine action,
defeat of evil principalities that surround
will eventually occur by the might of The Lord,
as I’m standing on The Word’s Biblical ground.
Though I’ll never fear the unknown I may face,
I’m thoroughly equipped and trained for battle.
The weapons of my warfare are spiritually based;
firmly I stand in “the gap” without being rattled.
Certainly I’m not jealous of the secret agent,
for I already possess the mystery to happiness:
the joy of The Lord is my source of contentment.
The strength of my faith is eternally relentless
and I’m loving this blessed existence each day.
My spirit is perpetually stirred, but not shaken!
Living victoriously remains as my mission statement
until the my life’s final day, when I’m taken… home.
Author Notes
Loosely based on:
1 King 8:27; Jer 23:23-24; Isa 6:3, 66:1;
2 Tim 2:19; Matt 7:24; 1 Pet 2:6; Eze 22:30;
Psa 28:7, 62:2; Eph 6:11-13; 2 Cor 5:8, 10:3-5
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2014, All rights reserved.
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 11:46 AM UTC