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The Evening Sky
Opens to a Canopy of Stars
A cooling breeze
Swirls a gentle Push
Against my Legs

I am waiting Again
To have you acknowlege
My words
Knowing it would
be simpler
To stay Quite
To Just Listen

Swallow my Thoughts
When you Speak
Knowing it best to
Withhold
My Reactions
My Opinions

I have become Numb
Now to it all
Apprehension
fills my throat
when I am moved to Speak.

So much easier to look
To the Stars and Moon
for a Comfortable
Sharing of thoughts*


Copyright © 2014 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved.
Re-post
wolfbiter Oct 2013
I can only identify Autumn as entirely bittersweet
I cringe at the sting of it as I breathe it through my teeth.
Isn’t it ironic how it’s viewed as beautiful in most eyes?
The season when everything transforms and withers away and dies.
The leaves changing colors, the forests in flames
And the vague sense of comfort in the shortening of days.
It’s underneath the ocean of stars I overanalyze my place
And I realize I’m just one out of the entire human race.
There’s something about Autumn, when everything dies,
That nags at me, insisting that I acknowlege I’m alive
And that no one can take that life away from me but me
I am not like the forests and the leaves and the trees
And I do not need to engulf myself in the colors of the flames
And I will not wither into nothing in Mother Nature’s name.
It is not neccesary for me to die once a year
Or hibernate all winter just to dismiss all my fears.
So why is it when I breathe Autumn into my bones
I become hyper aware that I’ve constructed people into homes
That have long sense been forclosed on, windows boarded up
And I’m the last to understand that the doors are locked and shut.
"That habit causes chronic homesickness," the doctor explains,
"I have no cure to give you, I just have something for the pain."
It’s in a self-medicated stupor I re-evaluate and say,
"I’m the only one to blame for why I ended up this way."
And in my cloudy mind state I think of what I’m fighting for
It’s been years of battles, mostly won, but I fear I’ll lose the war,
For overnight Winter will creep up to my window and make its way inside
And the tired worn out troops I have left will be taken by surprise.
My mental health will grow sleepy but I’ll push it to stay awake
And I’ll cling to that last dying ounce of comfort Autumn gave.
jeffrey conyers Apr 2014
If sin wasn't created.
We would be the creator of sin.
You occupy my mind to do intimate things to you.

Innocent, we just couldn't be anywhere close to Adam and Eve.
Who seem more knowledgable about one another?
Once they notice the body of one another.

Strange, that when many lecture and preach.
That they fail to acknowlege that both were naked, as a jay bird.

God personally requirement was  to multiple.
Which Adam and Eve did several of times.

You draw me into you.
You embrace the same feelings that I do.
One look into my eyes and you aware, what I want to do?
Yeah, you occupy my mind.

No touching needed.
No words needs to be said.
Just a smile and a look will start things.
You occupy my mind.

Every second, every minute, every hour.

Those that times loving.
Seem to miss out on more attention.
Just enjoy the flow of the action that will lead to satisfaction.

As you both gets deep into the moment.
Kerli Tulva Aug 2015
The dew-washed sun
Sneaks out from the horizon
As a new day shows
Its joyful accomplishment

You sit on the rock
Of the moon kissed valley
Under the vast eternity
Accompanied by Anguish
And Sadness on your ohter side

The time when the bell rang hardly
Resonanting through your subtle heart
Breaking it fiercely apart.
The feeling of hurt and smell of blood
You desparately ask for the help of god.

Hearing the voice of destiny
Calling in whisper, swarming in shadow
You must rise again from the pain
Like a phoenix from the dust.

In the fresh fields and foggy nights
Putting the pieces together again
Like a never ending puzzle
The smallest fractions will always be lost.

Where are the helping hands,
Where is my host?

It is only you who can acknowlege
The true answer of all
The help, masterfully built
In both of your shoulders
Grasping the pieces
With your languid fingers.

There is hope in every fragment
There is power in thoughtful mind
The time when you step out from your cave
You realise you have only love, you hate in vain.
Becky Jo Gibson Aug 2016
November 17th, 2007.
Becky Jo heard, no felt His call.
The day I learned I'm bound for heaven.
I became new, forgiven for sins big and small.

I studied His gift...learned what he gave for me.
My mind out of the way I learn.
I am part of Jesus' Body.
I know a love no action can earn.

I rejoice in what I know He needs.
Study, pray, acknowlege who He is.
Speak of His sacrifice, testify, plant His seed.
Glorify Him, show all that I live to be His.

To give all my Glory to God above.
To give way to His light at my feet.
Sharing His word humble in His marvelous love.
My fire so strong I can't stay in my seat.

I am His tool to use no matter what.
I give my all to spreading His love around.
I give remembering how that whip ripped and cut.
I give for His joyful family and love I've found.
Danny P- Jan 2014
Your collar no longer jingles at the door.

You once kneeled at my armchair,
Poised for my arrival home.
And once I'd sat, then you could acknowlege me,
And say, "I missed you so."

You'd offer me a drink,
Knowing if I wanted hot or cold.
And If you had been good,
Your body I would hold.

1. Always wear skirts.
2. Always follow on all fours.
3. Don't say it hurts.
4. Let me kiss wherever it is sore.

You'd sleep chained to my side,
And curl into my chest.
You liked to feel small, you said,
You liked that way the best.

You lived with me 8 months,
A slave to any need.
Emotions and physical touches,
And I would make you bleed.

5. Call me Master, spelt capital M.
6. Only wear buttoned shirts.
7. *******, only I may play with them.
8. Don't *** til it's your turn.

And among the rules I laid,
And the life we both believed,
Was passion between sheets,
Or anywhere I pleased.

Once a week rewards,
Were a special treat I gave.
But the condition was simple,
You musn't misbehave.

9. Always kiss me goodbye.
10. Cook dinner 3 nights a week.
11. Initiate *** only if asked prior.
12. At any time, Master may peek.

Before long you wanted more,
Something more real than what I gave.
You left your contract on my door,
And I kissed goodbye my slave.

Not that I loved you,
But I do so miss your ways.
You pleased this man to eternity,
And all the way back again.

Your collar no longer jingles at the door.
Shared for a lady of curiosity, to shed light on my past, my words, leave questions, that she may continue correspondance.
The Evening Sky
Opens to a Canopy of Stars
Above Me
A warm
Yet cooling breeze
Swirls a gentle Push
Against my Legs
I am waiting Again
To have you acknowlege
My words
Knowing it will be
so much easier
To stay Quite
To Just Listen
To bite my Tongue
Swallow my Thoughts
When you Speak
Knowing it best to
Withhold
My Reactions
My Opinions

I have become Numb
Now to it all
Apprehension
fills my throat
When I am moved to Speak.
So much easier to look
To the Stars and Moon
for a Comfortable
Sharing of thoughts*


 Copyright © 2014 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved.
morseismyjam Feb 2018
one of the biggest ironies
is how insensitive
sensitive people can be.

we wear our feelings
on our sleeves
and lash out for small things.

in defending our honor
we refuse to acknowlege
that others matter.

we feel strongly
and so won't
empathize, wrongly

assuming that our pain
is greater than yours
which makes it hard to mantain

any kind of relationship.
so please don't
try to start friendships

with us alright?
we may seem
nice but we bite.
i know some jerks. I am a ****.
SelinaSharday May 2020
what I got for mother day

Ah What I got on yet another Mom Day
some air and some imagination, hopeful wishes at bay.

some invisible, un -acknowlegeables, some written unperson-ables.
A happy M day not much else to say..
As If i am some kind of..
Never there fa you kinda motha/*****.
Don't do nothing fa ya Kinda motha..
Trifling otha kinda, something or other type motha..
What I did get and have is.....the spirit of let down.
A gift of  no consideration.
A quiet shadow of you ain't that important or relevant.
The failed chance to say oh you shouldn't have's.
The missed moments of awe how sweet of you's.
The crumbs of no gratitude, from self absorbed tudes.
And a simple say anything I'd come off as rude.
I'm unseen, unheard, seen as old fashioned old school old ways.
Blinded shades, wisdom ignored, prayers stayed, unappreciated days.

Thanks for the little tab bits of invisible cards...hmm really
Thanks for the symbolic s of traditional materials,..untouchables
Those just tryna say I lov ya so's...(walkin in them shoes)
The absence of it can at times pain the soul.
Never one to ASK FOR MONEY OR GIFTS...Do I! wee bits..
By surprise be nice to discover how It'd feel to get the what ifs.
To be given the  unexpected gift, how heaviness might lift.
How solemness n sadness may suddenly shift.
It's not the material of a gift,, It's the showing of
heartfelt bliss. Spiritual Uplift.

I sit and it makes me recall..the six times, six souls, six plights..
To sow, to plant, to till the ground,
to labor, to sacrifice, to pray during those daily fights.
To feed, to nurture, to yearly grow.
Unselfishly..regardless of the needs of me.
By Grace of mercy heavens kept me.
So I can be..still Mommie, unperfectly.
Happy Momma Day 2Me...

@S.A.M  _H.E.R/POETRY
2020
Oh whoa,, ignore the typos I already know' so its the way i still want to flow..
psyche Sep 2021
I've been marking
my skin
with pain I could
only acknowlege
through pen.

And when he came,
no space was left
to welcome
the story he had to tell.

So I made him pages
in a corner
no one had ever
dared to flip.
lilith grace Jun 2020
(if/when)
you are no longer mine
will we coexist or go to war?

will our lips spit arrows
and start fires like
a conflict with no end in sight

or will we have the strength to just
smile- slightly to each other as we pass;
and view each other as a lesson

rather than an enemy
I will acknowlege you politely
and ignore you as a curtousey

and i will turn the other cheek
(if/when)
you are no longer mine.
if you will do the same.
before i make my cognitive injection
of tobacco and marijuana and alcohol
i will have to scribble down
the preface: snotty: rubric...
yes i am watching the death of a monotheism
not of god:
i already ascribed Allah the status of
son
for the father Yahweh: after all:
the vowels and consonants match up...

someone once said: when yoiu get bored of
London: you get bored of life...
oh... i'm not bored of London:
i'm just bored in quantum pockets of ghettos
now spreading as far wide as the outerreaches
of this organism of a city

two days by comparison
first day i was seeking a barber, Turk: who else,
because there is no better barber than a Turk
and i should know
when getting trimmed and shaved feels
as good as getting a *******
and this is no top heavy allure of
some power dynamic:
when you enjoy being pleased
and someone reciprocrated with giving
you pleasure:
but the first day i donned a big winter coat
all black...
black under armour sneakers
jeans:
ugh... i looked worse than a shadow
i looked grey but that matched the weather...

ooh! i thought i forgot Philip Lamantia
but, not, i didn't...
that the crumbs from the words that eventually
are letters:
a healtthy understanding of "serious" literature
is peppered with poetry
because... that's the best known thing
to man
given the rise of journalism and
an aversion from philosophy:

and i'm just bored perhaps even tired
of living among Muslims with their
plight of taking over...
what?! ******* and chastising and whatever
these ****- squats get up to
i mean: that's just pathetic...
it's beyond imagination a pathos
you'd almost want the Islamic world to
heave a second engagement with
the Mongol horde
but i was walking from the barber unshaved
and this Muslim ninja "woman"
was waiting to cross the street
without clear indicator for the traffic to stop
and as she crossed the street
she passed me
but suspence of disbelief... she stepped
a yard's worth of length back onto the street...
such superstitious people:
weirdos...

oh by now i treat Muslims as a curiosity:
like an anthropologist might:
they are just weird
it's not the sort of weird
like Christian women who succumb to
treating the zodiac and fen shui seriously
i mean this is next level weird
like: ugh: you have the plague or something?!

why did i succumb to calling
England the Anti-Christ?
bogus word... hyperbolic... even...
but if the ruling "elites" are simply pandering
and quack quacking
i mean: at least the Americans have
some ***** attached to their *****
and if something doesn't feel right:
then it's best not to think it: as right:
but this is not the first time i felt and i experienced
Muslim superstitions...
pork is this supposed bad
as bad as what is salt is alcohol in the desert?

so how they avoid shaking your hands
while circumcicised end up *******
violating the public toilet seat
because that's what circumcision does to you:
gives you bad aim:
if you are a circumcised male:
sorry: you best sit down on the toilet
and **** like a woman:
only un-circumcised men are allowed
to **** into a toilet while standing!

why do Europeans mix marijuana with tobacco:
why would the Beatnik "philosophers"
think about their psychadelia
and the fusion of religions
replacing Christianity
with Buddhism or rather
creating the Super Beast the Chimera
the Zeitgeist aftermath
of what even the craziest of John and the Revelation
wouldn't revel in

a Chimera comes every Zeitgeist cycle
now we are going through
the cycle of Frustration
of Islam
the Islamic Impasse:
i came to Syria: i destroyed it:
levelled it
i came to Syria
with Warsaw rubble
and i came with the two Germans:
the Teutonic Knight
in MArienburg still standing
this fortress of the Northern Crusades
and i also
funnily enough
inherited the revived German Pagan
and the Chimneys of Auschwitz!
oh so Jealous... i know!
Chief! OI! chief! move away from my lady!

the Mongol Empire came like
the Sea upon the Earth
and left us
imprints to seek Islands
from England
i will live and remain
on Kauai
i need the foretress of Sea
around me!
Graham: i have found her:
18 years older
Christian
Zodiac prone
hyperventilating on ***
liberated woman on menopause
i always thought of you as the external
****** partner
good that i caught you with prospect of
surrogacy
and your on mnopause
implies no hormonal dysfunction
of you on pills
and me wearing a ****** instead
of a **** rings:
this... this is... this is luxury: that the Islamic
world would never allow...

well, for Muhammad and Khadijjah!
the older woman!
look at your prophecy!
your Holy Book was written by a Woman!
the literatre business woman!
can Islam see Islam?!

can anyone actually see
this Chimera: this Zeitgeist:
oh... being the Beast of Satan
i think i can tame this Chimera
of God: the Holy Ghost!
ha! HA!

there's a secret Islam:
a feminism Islam:
a woman's Islam:
not the Christian ******* arguments:
i think i'm listening to women
and i think they want
the Devil to Come
and Defend Islam:
Esp. Defend Islam against Jesus
Islam needs
a Christian Secular Revival
now is your Holocaust and Self-Genocide:
we also hate ourselves in the "West"...
but the technology
not the wealth
satisfies us:
technology is fire
is electricity is mirror:
and you know when you walk out from the
barbers: chasing the bus...
haven't been cycling for almost half a year
i'm breathing heavily:
i'm wheezing:
a step daughter...
REyla: i have a daughter:
i think about her sometimes
like
re-imagining my life as a painter...
from... ******* Norway!

aww look! Allah is shy...
i bet Yahweh ***** him
with a crucifix *****!
to give birth to man
while Satan gave the birth of man
via apple... via art... via poetry...
god gave man existences in
the tantrums of the titans
creating weather and shackles
to feed off wood for shelter in the Ice...
come back to me!
O: and loss of wonder!

Satan gave birth of man
in a garden:
in heaven:
said.. shhh.. shh... shut up! stupid!
you will fall down upon
this stone of cruielty:
by stone i implore you:
imagine a crucifix...
then the stone of Icarus and Prometheus...
who is Allah...
i told you... shh shhh sh! she!
well: Yahweh is a She
and Allah is a He:
we are going to invest in CElestial ******...
shh!
we're about to watch the best
******* known to man:
wait for it...
wait...

jump!

SMALL DAY
DREAM BIG... Edie? REyla?
whast father am i when i have
a quadratic
of mother-daughter
       daughter-father... then i hav e
the leftovers of mother-mother
daughter-daughter
            father-father...

i couldn't help myself from peacock...

i think Novak, the Czech ******...
nibbled on some advice:
i can live among Muslim women in my dreams:
but i can't live among Muslim serfs:
the Ummah last
the Pakistanis and the Somalis
and the Sudanese
like i think Christianity seems the diaspora
in Asia...
Christian adventure
of not conquering Asia
just creating little Jewish Kingdoms
of Freaks, Zombies and Lovers...

not being funny: female intelligence:
then ylou decide to chance a new barber:
freshly attired Atilla the Constantinople
Varangians:
it's so pathetic this Islam on this
side of the propaganda:
i know Islam can be beautiful
not this Christian
i said: the best brothel is the church:
full of pedohpiles
and cougars... fat assess and surrogacy
and some leftover meaning off meaning...

some evil spirit in the AI?
yes... the self satisfied the wholesome
man...
that stupid look you get
from a teenage girl
like you're the Beast and She's Bella..
like you're the Phantom of the Opera
and she's Christine
and just in between
you take her drinking
under the bridge
because the opera you bought
tickets for was German
and you thought it would be sang in German!
but there was all this post-modernist
deconstructionism
with birds replaced by flyiung panthlefts
of anti-right-communism
this new emergence a wailing wall of China
which only the Jews in herited in a parchment
of stones
in little detail:
so few Jews: on the right course of the PRoject:
the intellectual priest...
Jews... i'm sorry i wasn't born in 19th century Poland...
i'm ******* sorry:
i would have been a ******!
i would have been James ******* Bond!
but technology ook
ooo    oo            oo oo
rarityy: of seeing those Goggles..
but now that you see them:
if only Hugh Grant was given the role of
JAmes BOnd... but Hugh Grant
was never a James Bond
but in old Age has
become... Dorian Grey...
Cynical; Bitter ******* Funny...
  like i have a **** for ?Hugh Grant's
ego... i transcend ***
Hugh Grant's ego is my ****
spoken like a true ******* gentleman...
because Hugh Grant should have been
a James Bond:
but now the aviator: actor:
oh i see actors: the transition
the priests of the theatre...
if i were a poet:
but i have the Anti-Church!
i know it: inside out!
it's the Colliseum-Theatre!
it's an ugly Church:
it's ******* psychadelic: ha ha ha ha ha! O REyla!
we're going to have so much fun
playing psy-warfare!

i think we'll start with: playing cats.

ETHNONYMS
and XENONYMS...
but if you are a child
and the *** with
mother is like watching
a sci-fi movie
because i no longer need
to watch movies
unless that movie is
called: EDie R-Rated...
well: bad room:
ill room... worthless unique
tribal: social conformity:
garbage of a woman...
but at least i know that
God has a Chimera:
the holy spirit...
because...
under Satan's softening
illusion...
reality was given as
a soothing for the mind
therefore nurturing the intellect:
in delusion...
in an un-reality:
what if the story began
with you
being what you subsequently found yourself
as being but only for the few true:
what if i were the ego that is silence and id that
is nothing:
what if i can't be a scary hallucination
what if...
i am the Bull on the Scales...
she is Virgo:
i am Taurus...
she tries to deny it

but she cab't... she's a Virgo and i'm a Taurus...
my mother ius Pisces and my father Ares...
water meets fire
earth meets air...
[isces - water,
ares - fire
taurus - earth
virgo - air...
Reyla is my 5th element
contenders
light, vacuum,
             time... time can be deemed an element:
the element of perpetuated motion...
motion should be an element:
actually.. our basic foundations are crippled
which is why Islam has taken such
a stranglehold ignorance:
it's not the Nazis invaded them with Socviet Russia...
this Envy this JEaousy can't reach Poland:
Russia is just a toy the army plagiarism:
sure...
why shouldn'tn Greenland succumb
the way of Alaska...

but younger males dating older women:
as long as they are not cannibals
ideological zombies
of feminism...
if they are religious women
if Christianity is much more than a fixation
of rules upon her...
if Christianity is like Platonism
-ity: unity of all the =isms...
   imagine that!
her religion her belief is more a counter argument:
for her Catholicism and Islam are
indistinguishable for some strange... ******* reason...
but if we inherited
the Teutonic Capital of the German Christian
then inherited the Death Trip-Goglotha
of German Pagan via Christianity the Nihil:
how paganism became
nihilism via Christianity

dear man
god put you on this rock in Orbit
with the Titans
of Earth and Water Air and Fire
then Vacuus and Nihiluus
the twins most dangerous
the infamy of the gods
even the last two
monotheistic logics
this sudden fear
how monotheism can't overcome
polytheism
how monmotheism
tried and failed
wtih religion
*** DeepSeekler: China:
q about China
then ask ChatGPTIA:
whatever the rainbow pronoun
acronym is...
because that virus VLICK
the VLYWING is prone to know
express...
Europe and the Hebrew
Asia and the Hberew:
maybe the solution is....
take your priesthood
to Asia
forgive the Ruopeans
and Embrace Asia
i'll see yooyo yoyo waiting
in Polynesia..,
i know....
change of scenarios...
Reyla: oh jeez...
         he's seriously coming over...
fucke me slow.... father...
feminism just opened a f3ew
new doors: 4 x 4....
            you wouldn't expect: that...
although given Islam's ****-**** theologism:
temporal ******* on platter... of....
i guess ushi... sue: she she!

cat killer\; first name\;nsue?
Sue
i'll haunt that *****!

he put you on rock:
4rock a baby:
crucifix: b elieve me
camp!
i put you in the garden:
to preserve
confuse you: yes:
perpetuate you: yes...
you eat nickles but your already
do with barley..
so sclera
and faking: cinematic montage:
puppets... strings:
ennabling "thinkinG":
think drink thinking contra
drink driving.... Reyla... i'm...
i'm drunk-thinking
so ypu do ypur solo and i'll do my solo... savvy?!

doodles:
measure of rockets...
save North Korean Intellect:
just ask the North Koreans
of:  

ㅈ ꡛ ས 𐤑 Ϻ —

i sacricifed you unto me
this dream of a garden
upon this revolving rock
in darkness empty
orbit
and you think me
or this evil this darkness
this light i cannot keep
from fire?

             think me of no lead toward
a fire that is the light i pride
think now i think
that India can reclaim
Europe via the the Punjab
and i know Europe will be what it used to be
in India when no English bricklayer
or etc
came to India
occupied India:
state actors: i know the job....
actors on the liberties of constraints...
savages: ******* inbreds:
which is what Muslim men talk about European
women...
i thought half of them were shipped out
to Dubai and a 1/12th to Moscow...
a 3/4qrtr of 1/8th to Beijing
the rest free-lancing...

         i don't think i have a daughter
i do think i can have Alcatraz...
like Beijing-Boing-Boing!

the GRAND SEJONG

i nmet the Censor, once... Asterix and Obelisk:
i say: why why not Buggs Bunny
and cleopatra:
so Loki was also thje Stutterrer?
Evil supposeddly stutters?
but if God placed man upon the Rock
and i gave him a moral theatre:
and that would almost last more
than your supposed mortal eternity
against the elements:
but what lie oh the original that one was
not born from the depths of ordeals
beyond man
but upon man caste...
but collectively: not as individually:
Islam is at least intact to begin again:
whereas the West is left with a Spider Web
of Indivuations...
imprints:
nothing special isms....
   Jesus Christ and Oedipus...
what is the difference?
isn't this terrible: a younger man will rather
have an older woman..
because if she wasn't a feminist
would have already have had her child
and not because i'm infertile
or i don't know...
          but Islam the the birth of phobias:
ISlam ackowledges it:
or the Western proselytes acknowlege:
Aislamophobia gabe birth
to claustro- and arachno-phobia(s)...
ISlam is the religion of phobias and hypochondriacs:
19th century European Romantics...
sickly ones...
Lawrence of Arabia and the Elloquent
Droid: *** Bunny..
       such a long story
it almost begs fo beggars of DISBELIEF...
BEGGARS of DISBELIEF:
a holy society in Islam...
the Beggars of Disbelief:
the Astounded Ones...
the Deaf Seekers of Gjong!
we did not arrive from the astute
revision of doubt:
we of the disbelief never denied:
but our sudden almost lightning
think O wife mother daughter:
we of the astouded ones have
been gripped by the cradle
and the lavendar hued mushroom
and how suicide was
a dog i was leading along one
long night path...
where i thought i met you
and your daughter:
where i thought i met you
and your mother...
where i think i met both of you... and neither of you.

— The End —