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Twigzy Sep 2018

Crushed Beneath The Stones

Your children are a precious gift so innocent and pure.
At their birth you have the hope of love, lasting evermore.

You spend your waking days attending to their needs,
Waiting for the next smile and sound of utter glee,

And when you sleep you dream of them and wait until the dawn,
Rising before break of day to greet them in the morn,

Your babies grow and soon become your little girls and boys.
You exchange all their play things for larger, bigger toys.

You’ve learned about mothering and matured along the way,
But your relationship with their daddy isn’t turning out ok.

There are ups and downs and you expect that to be true.
But underlying unhappiness begins to escape through.

Daddy doesn’t seem to be all he is meant to be,
Late nights in the lounge, is he watching the TV?

Your children keep you happy though, just look into their face,
They make you smile, they make you laugh, and they fill you with grace.

But underlying unhappiness cannot be washed away,
It’s growing like a tumour, just waiting for its day.

You are not sure what it is, but this one thing you know,
No matter what happens now, you enjoy watching your children grow.

The pre-teen years are nearly over and the high school years draw near.
Then one child beckons you and whispers in your ear.

“Daddy’s been molesting me it started when I was four
All those times you were asleep, he came through my bedroom door
He put his hands all over me I couldn’t make him stop
I wanted to die many times, to fall down and drop!

He hurt me with his ***** mummy, I am so ashamed
I was too scared to tell before because I was to blame
Once, you were in the room mummy, I could see you sleeping
He molested me then and there mummy, I could hear your breathing

My heart screamed out to you mummy, but I did not exist,
My soul began to suffocate and death seemed freedoms bliss.”

The words your child is speaking echo through an empty void,
And darkness falls around you, encumbering you like a shroud.

Someone just stuck a knife into the heart of what was sacred.
Your precious children have been filled with someone else’s hatred.

You need some help, you need to grieve but who can be trusted.
The fear the shame the hurt the blame your heart is torn and busted.

You collect your shattered children and hold them very tight,
You hold them ever so-close, you hold them with all your might.

Flashes of the years gone by ignite before your eyes,
And you see so clearly, all the torment in his lies.

Time has passed you by and your children have grown
But it feels only yesterday you were crushed against the stones

This was how the my first marrage ended.
Our family has survived. My children have become brave adults, they are my heroes

#marriage #children #family #death #hero

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brandon nagley May 2016

En ripí ofthalmoú ( In the twinkling of an eye) greek tongue

i.

Fret not, mine antediluvian maiden,
For thine lid's art ladened with the
the encumbering of this last age.

ii.

Awakest, ariseth, mine filipina
of aureole fushae; for the
óres art numbered.

iii.

Yahweh's knocking at the
ventricles of ourn being's;
We knoweth the wisdom
That God giveth, which
Many hath searched-
From king's to Queen's.

iv.

For we art his offspring-
mine overwrought baby,
For there art none if's
nor maybe's; in his
Righteous path.

v.

Verily, yea, the Moon
Wilt turn ichor, the
Waves as of now art
Rising fast, the fish
Art washing to the
Shore's, the fowl of
the heaven's art
Falling to the earth.
As spoken in Hosea
Four-verse three.

vi.

Believeth in Yeshua
mine lady, as the thousands
Having visions and dream's;
Like me, im a testament to
The prophecy coming.

vii.

Don't be afraid of the mockery that
Mayest come, for thine
Blood like river's run
Into the kingdom of
the most high.

viii.

Soon O' soon we
Shalt fly, like sparrow's to their abode; fly-free-spirited
Gliding soul's, into the Dominion wherein we shalt know
All, wherein the bomb's wilt not fall, and destruction doesn't
Exist. A place of sworn bliss, where kisses art created
By soulmates of the creator's making.

©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( àgapi mou) dedication

antediluvian- of or belonging to the time before the biblical Flood
Maiden- a girl or young woman.
Lids- eyelids
Art- are.
Thine- like thy- meaning yours.
Mine- archaic for my .
Ladened- burdened, loaded down.
Encumbering- restriction or burden ( burdened)
Age- distinct period of history, when I say ( last age) I mean that literally.
Awakest- archaic form of awake.
Ariseth- archaic for arise.
aureole-a circle of light or brightness surrounding something, especially as depicted in art around the head or body of a person represented as holy.( same as halo pretty much).
fushae- a word I created ( meaning) fused enlightening, also meaning- one who brings light from heaven to earth ( enlightening those of earth, with spiritual knowledge... God's knowledge...
óres- means ( hour's in Greek tongue) as óra means hour.
Yahweh- a name of God of many names for God in bible in Hebrew tongue, just like Jehovah, Elohim, the great I am.
Ventricles- left and right side main chambers of heart.
Overwrought- in a state of nervous excitement or anxiety.
Ichor- bloodline flood... ( blood).
Verily- in truth, certainly.
Hosea four three- before Christ calls up his saved in him- happening now all over world startling scientists who don't believe in God- hosea 4:3- ( Therefore shall the land mourn, and every one that dwelleth therein shall languish, with the beasts of the field, and with the fowls of heaven; yea, the fishes of the sea also shall be taken away).
Yeshua,meaning Jesus in Hebrew, or Yeshua ha'mashiach- means Jesus the anointed one or Jesus the Messiah in Hebrew tongue.
Mayest- may.
Wherein- in which.

Am going to download this as spoken word poem in about twenty mins on SoundCloud under my name Brandon Nagley.
If wanna see there can check out to. (: thank you

Title is based on 1corinthians- chapter 15 verses 51 and 51 main ones speaking of rapture as many other verses show. Like this
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1 Thessalonians 4:17 - Then we which are alive [and] remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Lord)

Also Luke 17:34-37

Luke 17:34-37King James Version (KJV)

34 I tell you, in that night there shall be two men in one bed; the one shall be taken, and the other shall be left.

35 Two women shall be grinding together; the one shall be taken, and the other left.

36 Two men shall be in the field; the one shall be taken, and the other left.

37 And they answered and said unto him, Where, Lord? And he said unto them, Wheresoever the body is, thither will the eagles be gathered together.
Also -

1 Thessalonians 4:16 - For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first.
Also showing were gone before the 7 years of tribulation coming that I've dreamt of seeing the fireballs plummeting the earth three dream's like thousands of others seeing prophetic rapture dreams, Christ dreams, prophetic dreams, tsunami dreams in visions there seeing it, dreams like me, and death by thousands!!!! As Joel 2:28 tells of of the last days-
Matching now and me- Joel 2:28-32King James Version (KJV)

28 And it shall come to pass afterward, that I will pour out my spirit upon all flesh; and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions:

29 And also upon the servants and upon the handmaids in those days will I pour out my spirit.

30 And I will shew wonders in the heavens and in the earth, blood, and fire, and pillars of smoke.

31 The sun shall be turned into darkness, and the moon into blood, before the great and terrible day of the Lord come.

32 And it shall come to pass, that whosoever shall call on the name of the Lord shall be delivered: for in mount Zion and in Jerusalem shall be deliverance, as the Lord hath said, and in the remnant whom the Lord shall call!!!
I am giving you prophesy I am prophesying to you truth many others want to shut their eyes to because Satan is the great deciever blinding many. Though as it was in the days of Noah so shall it be today. It sais that in our bible! And our world is exactly how it was as back in days of Noah!! It's all a reality many eyes and ears are closed to whether because Satan is blocking them. Or because by their own fears they choose not to see harsh and awakening truth though truth you must hear... I'f you don't have Christ I'm not scared to tell you, he is the only way truth and life and no man comes to father ( God ) but by him. He died for you and me on that cross and was the lamb without blemish meaning without sin and spot the only son of God our bible speaks there is NO other name under heaven by which men must be saved but through Christ... Can I ask you have you accepted Christ as Lord and Savior? You want peace and joy not just in this life? But in the next when Christ calls up his chosen ( coming soon) right before an Antichrist rules this world with a one world gvt and one world religion and. Chaos and terrible things happening all over your world and hell to break loose!!!! You want eternal life in heaven? With a personal Savior not some faraway false diety and with a personal God called Yahweh God! Jehovah God! The great I am! The God of Abraham Isaac and Jacob! The true living God!! Christ said ( I am the way truth and the life, and no man comes to the father God, but by me.) Christ said he went to prepare a place for you and me in heaven if it wasn't so he would have told you... This is a reality...and he's ready to call his bride ( the church) up to him called the rapture or catching away. The harpazzo. The snatching away! Where does rapture come from?
Rapture is a state or experience of being carried away. The English word comes from a Latin word, rapio, which means to seize or ****** in relation to an ecstasy of spirit or the actual removal from one place to another. In other words, it means to be carried away in spirit or in body. The Rapture of the church means the carrying away of the church from earth to heaven.

The Greek word from this term “rapture” is derived appears in 1 Thessalonians 4:17, translated “caught up.” The Latin translation of this verse used the word rapturo. The Greek word it translates is harpazo, which means to ****** or take away. Elsewhere it is used to describe how the Spirit caught up Philip near Gaza and brought him to Caesarea (Acts 8:39) and to describe Paul’s experience of being caught up into the third heaven (2 Cor. 12:2-4). Thus there can be no doubt that the word is used in 1 Thessalonians 4:17 to indicate the actual removal of people from earth to heaven.
Want to accept Christ as Lord and Savior? Wanna know more of him and his truths and the peace he gives you can always write! He is the only way to God. Our righteousness will not save us. Bible tells us our righteousness is as filthy rags to god. As bible speaks it's not by works we should boast. But by gods grace through Christ he saved us. Meaning works won't get you to heaven! Doesn't matter how ( good you've been in life) yes doing good for others is an amazing thing. Though Christ died on the cross not so our works can save us! But by his shedding of blood you can be saved if you ask him to be Lord and Savior of your life... Word tells us. Romans 10:13
( for whosoever calls upon the name of the Lord ( Jesus) shall be saved...)
Wanna accept Christ as Lord and Savior maybe you got ?s you can write me but if want this opportunity of truth and peace. And to be in a real heaven when you give your last breath , and be caught up or taken away off earth before destruction will hit and prophecies are showing now by dozens worldwide we are in the last times and Christ will soon call his church up. Don't you want to have peace through Yeshua ( Jesus) eternal life?
Say the sinners prayer if want salvation in christ then after that get a bible find a God preaching church who speaks on prophecy hell and heaven! Not watered down church theology of just feel good and money churches there are many of those... Who don't preach of rapture hell ( which btw Christ spoke more on hell then heaven because he wants noone to go there,) if want salvation say this sinners prayer- close eyes, kneel or now head- say this prayer and mean it in your heart and soul... Praying to God the father christs father-
( dear God, I come to you right now, to ask you to forgive me of all my sins, I admit I'm a sinner God, and I ask you cleanse me of all my sins, I believe your son Christ Jesus died on the cross and rose for me the third day. I accept your son Jesus Christ today as my lord and Savior dear God, and I thank you for saving me by your son Jesus Christ alone... As your word tells me I can't be saved by my works but Christ alone. I accept Jesus today( or tonight) as my lord and Savior, and forever will serve him. Thank you God...

End prayer -
In Jesus name Amen
Always end prayer in Christs name. You pray to God the father in Christs name.
Thanks for reading. Hope you seek truth while truth is here friends...

1 Corinthians 15:
51Behold, I shew you a mystery; We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed, 52In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump: for the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed. 53For this corruptible must put on incorruption, and this mortal must put on immortality. 54So when this corruptible shall have put on incorruption, and this mortal shall have put on immortality, then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written, Death is swallowed up in victory. 55O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory? 56The sting of death is sin; and the strength of sin is the law. 57But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.

#lovers #king #soulmates #queen #jesus-christ #hari #reyna #earl-jane-nagley #eternal-life #prophecy-unfolding

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Laura Robin Mar 2013

The Bricks

brick by brick.
piece by piece.

there was that night in the alleyway
when you confessed that you loved me
[the words pouring out of your mouth
like oil onto water]
and these words collided with my wall
dropping abruptly
to the ground
like the raindrops that were
falling from the heavens
onto our eyelashes.

day by day.
each by each.

it was that night in the alleyway
when you admitted you love me
and you see me
and you hear me
and you
know me.

and i know you.

it was that night when one of my
bricks toppled to the
ground, liberated by your
perfect imperfection.

we are insane, yes.
having known each other a
minuscule fraction of
a lifetime and wanting to
spend the rest of it with
one another.

but these bricks
[which were
lying heavy on my
sprightly soul]
were ****** to the ground,
emancipating me from my
encumbering wall
as you began to
pour into the spaces
where they once persisted.

you replace my opposition to
vulnerability with the kind of love
i have fervently yearned for,
craved and desired
night by night.
each by each.

the clock strikes 11:11,
it's always you i had wished for.
for now i know;
if you hope hard enough,
it works.

for a person like me
[a person like us]
letting this guard down
is almost as arduous as
quantum physics.
or advanced chemistry.
or seeing someone you love
in tears.

i feel that i am destined for you
so much so that i can
easily
imagine being this older couple
i once saw at the park,
holding hands and living like they
were still 21.
and i wished to God that i would
find that love.

dear God, i don’t even know
if i believe in you but...
thank you for
sending him to me.

he is it.
he is endgame.
there are some things that a
heart just knows. my god, i
feel him with me when i am alone,
[i can barely breathe without him]
and know that he should have been
holding my hand all along,
holding my all, all along.

he is my ultimate karmic
retribution.
[chapped lips,
countless kisses.]

never be scared, my dear.
never doubt my love.
for as you say you will never
leave me, it will be in my arms
that you will always stay.

there are just some things
a heart knows.

brick by brick
piece by piece
day by day
each by each
we will crush our
doubts and fears.
hesitations and tears.

i am madly, madly
irretrievably and
blissfully
in love with you.

my dear,
we are meant to be.
you are living,
breathing poetry.

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sleeplessnxghts Dec 2013

The Aches and Pains of Incomplete Heart Disorder

I.
A rumble of a failing engine and an abandoned heart does not always make for the best mixed drink you’d typically order at the bar
The gasoline fumes rising towards my nostrils, the taste replicated on the taste buds, not exactly the main course you’d hope to appear on the main entrée menu
The shrinking world swallows my perception, and all I can see are endless forests with an unending road, not exactly the picturesque view you’d pick from the 5-star hotel you presumed to stay in comfortably

II.
Recurring whiplash carries me deep within the foliage of the woods, where the bristles from the furious trees feel like spikes brushing across my fragile skin
My thoughts are encompassed by my wildest fears, intensifying the pitter patter in my chest, nearing a detonation, but no witnesses to confirm or deny it
The limbs outstretch themselves and enfold me inside a hallowing clasp, resemblance of an agonizing chokehold
The fires begin slowly, but hurriedly strengthen into a sore, sweltering sensation that hastily seizes control over my nervous system, rendering me helpless with no one to soothe me from it, for isolation is the true affliction of it all

III.
And suddenly I am traveling through a dark neighborhood, the ones we were all warned about as adolescents, as the lamp posts house stood-up lovers and lost souls who are trying to catch a fresh thought aside from the filthy repetition we are provided with
The light bulbs flicker and the yellow paint dividing the two paths incases my thoughts, stimulating every sensory input to intake the detection of safety between the two opposite directions, because once a path is chosen, returning is forbidden
This social deprivation surely beholds my salient inner pain, as I cannot confide in anyone on this lonely road except for the shining Milky Way and smiling crescent moon, eons away from my reach

IV.
Foaming salt water crashes over me, encumbering my lungs from performing their simple task successfully, caught in a riptide sensing my discomfort with reality and self-hatred brought upon by the overriding waves that deteriorate my sanguinity
I cannot control anything in my life and the sea acknowledges this weakness, What a real favor it is! Killing me, for me, subduing the airflow right out of me but also purifying my corrupted being, freeing my aggressions, letting go of faulty hearts, and ensuring arcadia by ripping away a future I could not survive in
The sunken sailors in their sinking ships do not drown by choice, like I, but they may not be as grateful for the gift of release as I am
I realize I may have a shot at social encounters, until I gather that the glass wall that separates me from the world is unbreakable, and the water pressure is much too great to fight through, so I must die alone

V.
As my vision fades to black, I am awakened once again, stranded on this Earth, this place where life exists but living does not
And I feel like ever since the door slammed shut as I collapsed in cascading tears on the floor in your favorite white button down, I’ve been a bit lonesome and defunct, my mood has a constant sullen adjective attached to it
Adventure and spontaneity meant everything to you, and I took on the same attitude, breaking out of my comfort zone and implementing yours instead
What once was now lingers as a painful memory and acts as a narcotic because I am experiencing a difficult withdrawal of your voice, and I cannot last much longer before the insanity devours me from the inside out

VI.
As the hourglass passed all of the time, your personality withered as each interest you held dear to your heat contracted into an abhorrent piece of art, dedicated to miserableness
And as your presence no longer fills up my time, maybe I too am disappearing, or so I wish
Because losing you to yourself felt like being stranded in the middle of nowhere with an unceasing life of despondency and unanswered questions
It felt like being burned alive to ashes from a forest fire, so deep in that not a single person would notice its evanescence
And worst of all it felt like drowning, as my control slipped away from the tight grip I once had, like nobody could resuscitate me from
I play over every doting moment with you over in my head as my mind slowly fades to darkness, a blank state of depression

VII.
So tell me from the heavens once more that I do not need you, because you see what I am experiencing in your absence
Maybe I need you as a constant in my life and not a fleeting breeze in the persistently bipolar wind movements
But you bolted the moment the poisoned fog touched your fingertips and your fear took you away from me
So how can I possibly hold on, when I am clearly alone and depressed?
I know death is merciful compared to losing my one true love
Tell me you’re listening, I need someone to talk to
I cannot leave all these words left unspoken

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Anna Lætitia Barbauld

Life

LIFE! I know not what thou art,
But know that thou and I must part;
And when, or how, or where we met,
I own to me 's a secret yet.
But this I know, when thou art fled,
Where'er they lay these limbs, this head,
No clod so valueless shall be
As all that then remains of me.

O whither, whither dost thou fly?
Where bend unseen thy trackless course?
   And in this strange divorce,
Ah, tell where I must seek this compound I?
To the vast ocean of empyreal flame
   From whence thy essence came
Dost thou thy flight pursue, when freed
From matter's base encumbering ****?
   Or dost thou, hid from sight,
   Wait, like some spell-bound knight,
Through blank oblivious years th' appointed hour
To break thy trance and reassume thy power?
Yet canst thou without thought or feeling be?
O say, what art thou, when no more thou'rt thee?

Life! we have been long together,
Through pleasant and through cloudy weather;
   'Tis hard to part when friends are dear;
   Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear;--
   Then steal away, give little warning,
   Choose thine own time;
Say not Good-night, but in some brighter clime
   Bid me Good-morning!

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Leigh Aug 2015

hope

amidst the decaying, black soil, a daisy
Blooms
neither a figment of one's imagination, nor abrasively prominent,
it sits quietly
Hope
defiant amongst the encumbering pain
a lone promise unyieldingly rooted

#love #freedom #hope #light #tomorrow #dontgiveup #daisy

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Shawn White Eagle Dec 2012

Star Bright

Star Light, Star Bright
First star I see tonight
I wish I may, I wish I might
For a new beginning apres tonight

A new DAWN, a new hope
One with an illuminated scope
Halting our slide, down this slippery *****
And freeing us from this encumbering rope

The new dawn, of a new consciousness
This creation of a critical mass cognizance
This genesis, of a collective awareness
That is filled with LOVE and fairness

Star Light, Star Bright
I see no stars tonight
I wish I may, I wish I might
That I share my light with humanity tonight

(c) 2012 Shawn White Eagle

I just happened to look our window at the wind singing through the trees and noticed the cloudy skies when "Star Light, Star Bright" popped into my head. I immediately moved towards the Mayan end date and instead of having the fear of an apocalyptic end to time scenario...shifted to the idea of a critical mass of us who are able to shift humanity into a newer, deeper and more divine guided consciousness. I wish U all well my friends as we move into this new era...Peace, Love and Light to U all.

Live 4 Love

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Eleutherophobia Jan 2014

Dreamland

Portentous corpses always found a way
Of capturing her soul
In ways that serenading chrysanthemums never could
The golden skies we would
Rejoice in
As we felt the warmth dusted upon our blushing flesh
Always faded too quickly into
A deep rustic bronze
And soon dust
Whenever she began to take notice

The whispers of whiskey sang
A sweet lullaby
Every night
When she gathered all of her
Albatross thoughts in the empty bottle
And sent them sailing away
With each encumbering sip

Becoming less and less aware
Of her tragic state of reality
Was merely a method of survival
So that when she laid her head down
Each night
At least in that moment
She feels complacently numb
And dignified in the fantasy world
She has created for herself

As she slips away to dreamland
She cannot help but think
She has never felt more at peace
Than in the moment when
Reality all but vanished
To make room for what will never be.

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Sanders Maurice Foulke III Apr 2012

I surrender(April 28th, 2012)

I surrender to all…
I surrender to all of your subterfuge, all of your deceit, all of your mendacity, all that has become bleak.
You’ve caused me to question humanity, and my soul, oh my soul had a quandary filled with doubt.
The stars slowly begin to fade in luminescence, the darkness begins to speak.
She whispers to me softly of my imminent demise.
She fills me with a newfound sorrow that disheartens my very soul.
The liminal creature that lies at the end of this realm, He lies in the womb of nothingness, he floats above the ground.
He resides in an orb of lightness, fetal position.
-Awaiting the beckoning of a new dawn-
Glorious rays of the sun immerse this sphere, the placenta of iridescence in a positivity surge.
I’m separated from my doppelganger.
I’m searching in the darkness, awaiting the departure of an ebony backdrop lingering everywhere I turn.
-Never-
I hear voices inside of my head screaming of their revulsion and contempt for my being, for my existence.
They’re uttering to me of my folly, reminding me of my shortcomings and iniquities.
I fall to my knees.
I ponder my existence trying to determine where I went wrong.
No, pianos are playing amongst the obscurity of this apparition of the real world.
Minor chords prognosticate the deluge of sadness and doom that awaits me at the core of this abysmal place.
I’m searching for Him; I’m searching for the love of my life, the one that I shall metamorphose into…
-He is I.-
Seeing all of this pain surround me, it becomes hard to continue on my voyage for truth, for chaste efflorescence.
“I long to reach the zenith of my potential, to expand in caliber”
“I long to expand in breadth, width and height into an even more colossal creature.”
“I shall tower above the Earth, touching the sky.”
Emerging from my cocoon, a goliath wing shall glide off into the sunset in search of a brighter tomorrow.
When will I find myself?
A swirling column of light emerges from the ground beneath me, and lush foliage gently embraces my waning vitality.
It rejuvenates me with the breath of life.
-I’ve been given a second chance at life-
I glimmer with an iridescent light emanating from my heart and soul; and I illuminate the darkness.
The chaos surrounding me is warded off and I can hear the cries of The Malevolent signifying His pain.
He has succeeded for but a moment at encumbering my soul but now, now?
I see a new entity over the horizon.
Supplication has led to efflorescence in my spirit.
I’m nearing the edge of the world, or this world, the world I once knew and that once was in order to embrace a higher plane of existence.
I shall fuse with my other half.
I shall bloom like the most delicate and dainty orchid budding in the vernal atmosphere.
This is what you’ve done to me…
You’ve made a fighter out of a pacifist.
“I’ve evolved due to your vitriolic ways and I sincerely express my gratitude.”
-He is waiting-
-He is waiting-

By, Iridescently Effloresent

Highly symbolic free verse that is somewhat similar to a short story in poetic format. It pertains to my struggles in life but it is expressed through philosophy and metaphors. Hope you enjoy and please if you have any constructive feedback, do not hesitate to comment!

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Jake Griffith Jan 2015

Maker's Mark

The time may come for a maker’s mark
Heeding way for a grimacing stark.
For what is shown upon the nights embark;
Encumbering loneliness,
Waiting, quietly,
in the dark.
Gently leaning on a stoop of decay
Tar-filled hearts rest,
Waiting, patiently,
For the light of day.

#heartbreak #depression #angst #confusion #loneliness #cheese #guacamole

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Alexsandra Danae Oct 2011

Stupid, Stupid Girl

STINGING* twinges of bitterness,
and pale shades of hurting,
pang inside my chest;
throb within my center-most core...
I've been skinned, ripped raw,
by love's unrequited grief ~ ~ ~
I can't *NOT hear the raging voices -
those that are bellowing, screaming,
bouncing about, their echoing words;
accusations, deep inside my brain...
misery-bearing voices, incessantly asking,
asking their intrusive, probing questions,
and demanding that I see;
that I recognize the truth,
the truth behind my suffering...

(THE voices speak...)
"are you ******* stupid??? -
as well as beyond any and all hope insane???
it's forever the same!!!
an unavoidable occurrence!!!
the outcome destined to never change!!!
but somehow, this is where you've come,
the grounds upon which you've landed,
once more, yet again, despite!
thus, it is held in your own hands,
the significant bulk of the blame lies... ~ ~ ~
"your unwillingness to relinquish,
your loathsome, hoping dreams,
pleading vainly on for a change of results,
while ignoring, forcing into hiding,
how well aware you are,
deep inside of yourself,
that all that will be, shall be the same;
precisely identical,
to each of those times gone before -
exactly matching, the consequences,
eventually to arrive...
shameful, your stubborn, fierce determination,
so encumbering, powerful, so strong -
you fought, knocking down your knowledge,
and your own inner truths!
an utter foolishness -
foolish and ludicrous, the denial;
the denying of that which you should,
instead, be all too closely acquainted with...
refusal to acknowledge the power that is,
in this, contained, and ought not,
without dire repercussions,
be lightly ignored or denied ~ ~ ~
"strange, it's so vastly idiotic,
and now, the pitiful disgrace that is-
-is you; what you've allowed;
permitted yourself to become,
just for the sake of that-
-that nonsensical, ugly emotion;
the feeling which you call 'love'..."

I'D watched while, my misguided,
rebellious self, went sneaking -
crept up to the forbidden door within-
-within herself, and,
ever so quietly,
reached for the lock to unlatch,
then saw as it was freed,
swinging slowly, silently open... ~ ~ ~
this door, that I've been taught,
in a past chapter of life, years ago...,
to be a passage far better left and ignored;
one better kept shut up and locked tight ~ ~ ~
but this door, so irresistible -
...one I've forced myself to learn of,
yet repeatedly, purposefully,
have allowed myself to forget, and,
indubitably, come to be reminded of,
after a time, incessantly over and,
then over still, again and again...
I brought in pain and animosity,
and they've found a realm to reign here ~ ~ ~
how sickening, that through fault,
that it's all only mine,
and mine, alone, to conquer;
to settle this, my creation,
this that is, my current fight...
so oh yes, regretfully, but true,
I must be stupid,
stupid indeed -
- just a stupid,
stupid little girl... ~ ~ ~

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E Jan 2014

A Word

Weighs like
a tear drop sliding down pale white,
a dappled stone I found on Sanibel Island,
sunk down, deep in my pocket.

Perhaps weighs like
time:
heavy with silence
soaked in emotion,
like colored dye bleeding into white linens.

Yes, a word weighs like
time, and time weighs like stones,
I strain to hold in my palms the encumbering moment,
after you utter,
"Look, Liz, I have to be
Honest."

And you caste the word like a rock
into the lake
and watch it fall
deep, deep, deep
weighed down.

A stone that remains sunk still
in my pocket.

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PK Wakefield Dec 2010

a soft quiet afore

asoftquietafore;
                                 B OO   M!
grunting swirl. the speakers speak intangible friction
who's so slightly an empirical fever
nursing gratuitously the male flavors encumbering
the ego flecked freckles *** lisping
    elegantly cambered waists                shrines of molten ecstasy
but my lady niggles sporadic splinters in my sheath
and i
             splay the courageous night
                                                               and penetrate her plaintive giggle
andrideayellowbuckingmetal
to her supreme station
                                        and palm her credibly
with every effect of my huddled fibers

                where she is gently wet
a winsome hollow
                                  in where
   is

                           springhotlycaked     light boisterously exploding
and a pink breaking every other colour
   i slave mightily to it's hairless stubble and i stumble
rightly dumb
                            at her close cut whisper
slanting ardently a moist bolt of night
                     aggressively passive
                                                               and patient
she cups my puddle
                       and
                    with
                      lips
                   purely dirt
                 she scrapes me   perfect

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Sam Temple Aug 2015

trolling the doldrums for crumbs of gold
selling old caldrons to witless witches
wearing goblin teeth and dragons blood
earrings from Hot Topic
I languish in the Emo village that is the United States –
Self-serving ******* preserving their precious habitats
while habitually encumbering the global ecology
drinking biodegradable Starbucks in Buick Escalades
escapade-ing ***** raiders afraid of Mercury in retrograde
staying clear of the mayhem
and playing fear propagating madman
I stoke wildfires with gasoline
prodding the populace into premature ******* –
poorly formed ideas the norm
the scorn for the figureheads shows on the shoreline
boorish oarsmen, moored, pour their kerosene blood
onto the floor…. Sure,
pure Fuerer fodder, but newer shoes
were never shod
and the godhead faces west into the sunset –
druidic fluids escape wiccan slits
as the children of the Azure seas never get to be born
Pleaedian starships collide inside Antarctic subterranean dwellings
indiscriminate shelling of uninhabited caverns
as ravenous reptilians eat the jaw muscles
and left eye sockets
of organically fed Dairy cows…
espoused louse houses in Fall fashion blouses
trounce the infirm in clown shaped bounce houses
again, the sin goes unnoticed
as the blood of the innocents grants the elitists
another thousand years of power –
The tower on the hill still shines in the moonlight
on the 5th night of delighting the religious right…
mighty flightless birds self-assured and fed
on bramble burrs
purr at the sight.
bodies strewn all askew;
the moaning few with skin turning blue
true to the stories of old
as lack of oxygen blends with the biblical beast mark
and staving for air the impaired dare not to ask for Jesus aid…
instead they lay, waiting to be saved –

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Tiffany Goskey Nov 2014

Distraction

Distraction
it is the piece in the part
of the heart
holding dear

Fine lines of disgrace
mental pleas to
the disease are
starry eyed
beliefs

Dream encounters
choice remainders
final songs
strewn out in mad
lyrics

Played once again
tempting, toying
with my sanity

curses

Rants, moans
tried and true fantasy
held in this earth
bountiful to its remorse

Staring out windows girth
snow piling
cold encumbering limbs
and stretched faces

Laden by the droughts
of heart sunken
soul bitten and
strung out glee

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Aizen Knaik May 2017

Unrequited

We were strangers among the stampeding crowd,
But fate has played us along;
As our heartbeat synchronizes out loud,
Singing the story of a broken song.

Our sun shines in the East,
but never dwindle on the West-
this strange feeling of bliss,
drifting in the chamber of my chest.

Daffodils dance in the scorching daylight,
As the breeze blows gently-
Oblivious to the inevitable flight,
Of an encumbering drizzly night.

Aurora borealis perforates the lone darkness,
Swirling in the starless sky of the North-
The way you eliminated my sadness,
And brings me comfort and madness.

The river cascading in an endless stream,
Splashing a cold brackish water-
These tears of misery and grim,
I will forever endure in my dream.

The moon is high as the tower,
The night as silent as the elm street-
Misery has once again devour,
the little joy turns bittersweet and sour.

I love and love and love unconditionally,
But the pain is searing unbearably;
I looked at the stars and heaven,
And realized we were strangers again.

If you are willing to invest in love, then be prepared to be hurt and forgotten. Remember, investment comes not without risks.

#love #bittersweet #broken #unrequited #fantasy #crush

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Mia Barrat May 2015

Noon.* We are closest at Noon, when
the sun is cruel and when I teach you
how to tell when a girl wants a kiss. I've
built a wall between us; now be a dear

and lean against it. As the sun hammers
onto our heads, I reflect upon how difficult
the word Noon must be to pronounce in
your precious French mouth. You feel self-

conscious about your accent well guess what
so do I and I've been encumbering this
freedom-infested continent since 2001. You

try to dig out a groove in the wall - but you
see, when I built it I made sure it was so
sturdy we'd die against it. This is *Noon.

This is Sonnet at Noon, the sequel to Sonnet at Dawn. Next up is Sonnet at... I don't know yet haha

#sonnet #french #wall #noon

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Nathan Young Mar 2016

Atlas

I was brought up on the notion of doing something great;
that I was supposed to end world hunger or cure cancer..or some ****.
Perhaps those are just imaginary fallacies.
I was raised to accomplish and thus, become an accomplishment.
Now, I feel that this one task is just too much to bear.
What if I was meant to live a simple, ordinary life?

My shoulders screech from the various worlds I hold.
They long for a massage and to be told, "rest now."
How many boulders must it take to finally break?
My fleshy tendons fissure while the skin cracks.
I can keep this up..keep going..work isn't over.
The job's now over until it says it is...or until I'm dead.

The body weighs heavily with an encumbering density.
Pressure so deep, my mind sinks within its darkest trenches.
"Hi, how are you?" "What's new with you?"
For a moment, a life preserver seems plausible,
but I answer with superficial certainty, one would call grace.
We both know how to answer those questions: We lie.

My life's been thrusted with expectations and goals.
I belittle my success and self-harm with failures.
Overly critical and never satisfied.
Notice me...notice me, please. I'm drowning!
Only then do we know that life's not fair.
Save me! Rescue me, with a breath of fresh air!

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Jacqe Booth Feb 2010

of filth and lies and strain

Dear ****** diary

I know i'm not alone
but i'm tired of talking to
myself.
Outside of these walls seems
so very
far away.
I never dreamt i'd learn to love
this life,
then feel as if i'd given myself away
in pursuit of
a different me.
I cant see past my lies.
I cant breathe through this smoked
den of
filth and anxiety.
This is like drowning
without the
******
of death.
This is like suffering.
All over again.
And i thought i was
all and encompassing,
but i am only
small and encumbering.
for every day i live this life
(of filth and lies and strain)
i hope there is another
where i am raw
and can still
feel the pain.

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Astral Jun 2017

Lord Knows Best

The soft piano tears of a bar, the somber lights dancing amongst dark suits and teary hands
The presence of loneliness, the cusp of joy; always lingering on the neon angels
How so many are lost, yet are in the same place
How they are so alone, yet they are around one another

The restrooms a bleak smile, as someone goes to approach
Hands held in prayer, on tables of wood as old as the crucifix of Christ
As the evening battles the sun, to smother it into the abyss
Bodies with heat, yet no one seems to be living

And if lord knows best, that are lives are chaotic
Then this place is the calm in the storm
But not a peaceful calm, an encumbering calm
Where the screams stop, but the echoes still ring loudly

With lights dim as assassinated blood, the fog of confusion and doubt
Fills the space with a ghost, that haunts all within it
But lord knows, that wishes want to be granted
That shooting stars want to be real

#poem #poems #my #darkness #depression #life

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Spike Harper Mar 2016

Dust

Wavering.
Seems to be stuck in the sidecar.
With doubt in in back.
And fear spilling out of every pocket.
Where can anything else fit.
It always seems like the only option is to floor it.
And hope.
The next experience isn't.
A wreckage.
Time seems to slow in this moment.
As if to give you one last replay.
Of what can never change.
Tumbling end.
Over beginning.
Through logic.
And past the last chance.
Lementing choices and decisions.
Hate flowing through burning veins.
Igniting the very air.
Causing a caustic reaction that seems to backdraft the entirety of it all.
Leaving only the ash to tell the tale.
And then there are those who see this very disturbance.
And find something within themselves never before used.
Touched.
Or seen.
And alter the very fabric of repetition.
With nothing more than a smile and.
Willingness.
Fear knot the emotions that entangle others.
For it only takes one to wade through the murky echoes of the past.
To ensure.
That The insanity will recede.
There are no shackles.
Only encumbering thoughts.
The only impass.
Is the very reflection staring back.

There is always a limit to just how many times one can get back up and brush off the past. It's up to us to decide what that number is.

#love #poem #life #relationships #reflection #rebirth #mistakes #freeverse #revelation

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Bryce May 2018

An Excerpt

Today she texts me, requests my company with her at the Modern Art museum downtown. Shrug on a coat, out into the winter air.

It is biting cold and left unchaperoned, my hands lead themselves to burrow into the down of my jacket pocket, where they fiddle with themselves for heat. The air tucks pale and the sun shirks the southern hills that flank the bay, framing the sky with its misdirected rays, and it makes my shadow long and light.
I think about what she said to me. How she rubbed her eyes when she stared deep into the sun between the trees, how she said it still left its mark in her vision even when we made our ways home.

And yet, why couldn’t I bear to look?

In and out of rowhouse shadows, I watch my own blink between the canopy of flaking, piebald birch trees that line the sidewalk. As I walk it lives and dies between the flickering leaves, tucked behind a natural shade--still, soon guided with my silent sure-step onward into that inanimate skyline, comes scarce to return to itself only in moments of sunny unobstruction—few and far between, the closer I get to downtown. At times I expect it to appear in one place, only to be surprised by its unpredictability—the way it stretches itself in angular relief, with supernatural zeal, to situate itself within the light; beyond any control or command.

Yet beyond the street an army of distorted silhouettes stilt themselves across the glass facades of unknown offices, dancing and flickering, painting the caving walls with unmistakable life. They march obedient to the cacophonous wanderings of city folk, those unspoken kin, an army of unarticulated fuzzy forms smeared across and in the spears of metal thrusting angry, jealous, into the sky—sapping the light, encumbering the grand city with their heavy towering darkness, seeping the day’s illuminating rays of their heat and majesty.

And yet, these floating individuals continue in lock-step, filled with indescribable finality, conveying their dripping, sliding doppelgangers across a foliate of empty reflective facades— with each purposed footfall further submitting their spectral shadow to the naked inundation of light—to exclaim to the sun their own simple, unpopular, infinitesimal form from which they receive their hostage.

Unnoticed, unaware, unknown; I stare up and watch, wonder, thought—my shadow splays itself hidden in the ****-soaked earth, full of trash and discarded waste, not worthy or willing to present itself in the innumerable fold of people—relegates itself to the cool undertone of shadowed street, invisible and diffused rather imperceptively into the homogeneous grey of asphalt.

By the time I reach our meeting place, I naught distinguish my own pendulous shadow from the forest of dead steel spires that propped their long coats across the wintered streets.

This is an Excerpt from a novella I am writing. It is currently mostly alone, and merely a descriptive tool. I will post more if people enjoy.

#hidden #shadows #of #this #great #city #take #my #aching #sense

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Avram Apr 2021

To indulge in the material essence of existence is merely
an unprecedented irregulation of decency in societal morality,
Amongst such atrocities...
as encumbering other souls with the repercussions of one's indulgence in humanities frailty.

Two spirits, two fragments each constructing two individuals intertwine in a symphony sung by emotion, composed by intuition to establish a harmonious equilibrium,
have their bond lacerated deeply by the Monarch of Anarchy,
the essence of desperation as well as destruction of such constructs,
envy.

Is such *******,
as the likes of pure instinct for survival and thrift
the culprit behind
why we envy?

Is it not a moral felony to practice such anti-altruistic politics,
against our own kin, even brethren?
Or is it the sole reason that by those who envy,
ambition is also ensnared, engraved in their hearts?
Indulgence in any principle is far from pure,
as all can be connected into a single sin,
cycling back to indulgence herself.

So why,
Why does envy,
Entertain such diversity as opposed to others of its nature?

I'm not really capable of using rhymes when I'm really invested into what I'm writing as I tend to focus to capture the essence of what I'm writing, so I hope I can be forgiven :) .

#moral #humanity

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Harry Doyle Dec 2019

Ignorance filled Cave

The moon is rising up with the tide
The sun light has disappeared

The bleakness of night, mysterious emotions
fear and hesitation is rising,

As the waves enter the cave
Panic spreads like wildfire.

Tears drip into the sea,
nearing the chances of drowning

The children climb the cave seeking help
An ignorant old man ignores the cry for help,

The hope is all lost, they are alone,
Only nature is there, after all why would nature help,

The moon is shining through the crevices,
Lighting up the hopeless and fearful faces,

The hope has been corrupted by the old man leaving,
The screams and cries are flooding out of the cave.

but not receiving acceptance,
The melting hot ocean now encumbering the people,

The people like icebergs been consumed by the water,
The panic filled air is choking them,

it's too late, the ignorance of the old man
Led to this,

#globalwarming #ignorance #needforchange

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Jessica Fisher Nov 2016

New Days

Darker than the silt
That will grow on our graves
As they will lay along side
Giving new light to
A simply divine blooming moon
Resting softly in quiescent songs
Pale-lit sails and tender memoirs
Nights spent forlorn
Have no place in these sunrises
Palpitations I feel now
Flutter gentle as bats wings
Whom drinks the sweet nectar
Of fruits in hidden skies
Starred eyes gaze back at me
With the prowess's beauty
And defiance of a butterflies wings
Encumbering the air we breathe
Wrought from tachycardic passion
It will tip the scale
In favor of the doves feather
Home is not 4 walls and a roof
It is the day and the night
Of times spent whole
No longer scattered
Across dimensions
But trusted in your softened hands

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Phoenix32 Apr 2017

Forbidden Oasis

It is evident we are each individually exquisite and unique humans, neither being bound to the typical, and monotonous status quo.
On these grounds encumbering life circumstances often do not impede the revelations of undeniably fervent connections, and sensual desires between gifted souls.

Inevitably leaving all resistance of temptations futile.
Subsequently, this leads them to briefly venture down the desirable off-beaten path of opportunity.
Seeking its majestic and sublime territory, yearning to exploit a potentially wondrous escapade within its tree line borders.

These manifestations and desires are defined considerably impractical, and reprehensible. Therefore all aspirations of the matter ideally should be eradicated. Every extent of its relevance forbidden and furthermore should likely never exceed beyond the acknowledgment within our grey matter.
But the pleasure and fulfillment of some experiences you just simply can not pass up

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David R Mar 2022

Waiting

it started like any other
a day in a month in a year
i waved good-bye to my brother
mother held back a tear
with pack on my back
i boarded the train
all set to track
a rougher terrain
to mountains alive
with celestial music
a buzzing hive
of quiet acoustic
in wood and in glade
every grass, every blade,
all light 'n shade,
matter calcic and humic,
buttons o' G-d's tunic
shining pure gold
the ancient, the old,
a bastion of peace
from avenging ire
from man's caprice
from world on fire
from lust for success
in G-d's largesse
heavenly blest
no greed or excess
no rush for progress
in milieu of emeralds
no nascent dictator
no destroyer of worlds
no human-life baiter
but midst the Eden
lay archetypal snake
interspersed with reason
bred on heartache
a venomous tooth
foxy and furtive
language uncouth
aggression assertive
coiled at bend
ready to unwend
the henchman at crossroad
waiting at gate
with poisonous goad
and age-old hate
overused trope
from mouth void o' hope
arguments specious
ostensibly sound
gaining impetus
as he held his ground
polluting, plundering
the sweet mountain air
innocence encumbering
with insidious fare
till he'd decimated
the Garden of Eden
it subjugated
to blood of the demon
and G-d had grown wings
had flown far away
the Ancient King
now waits for new day.

BLT's Merriam-Webster Word of The Day Challenge
#bastion, milieu, largesse, nascent, uncouth, furtive, wend, henchman. archetype, ostensible, specious, impetus, intersperse, decimate

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Bryant Aug 2018

My Very First Chem Lab

Emulsify my fragments with yours
We become puree
Our mixture is pliable and capable of smoothing any blemish

A false sense of durability, like layers of plaster over diminishing foundations

A stern wind sends us to chattering and reduces us to shards

An upside-down jigsaw with so many pieces who's interlocking combinations are infinite and impossible

We beset upon this futile quest with reckless abandoned
Punitive passions emblaze our cornea and deafen our cochlea

These inflictions only intensify our other detection receptors
Emboldening our synapses with astroglia most hearty and foolish

In the face of self-imposed adversities; the chortling consumes us
Mole hills spur and contort; vertically and violently
Titanic crags obstructing our path and encumbering our better natures
Yet the giggling continues

Brave men will face death without question, but only those who have tasted oblivion jest at it's expense
When you feast on everything and nothing, imagination and fear are savorless against your palate

Sordid sentinels
Mechanisms, blueprinted in hedonism and swill
Completely ****** by design

We are the crusty plaque in the corners of each others lips
The coke-like residue that accumulates from the burning depletion of our crude resolve

Exhaustion smogs our atmosphere and silts your dermis
The granulation makes you coarse and curt
You find friction in all things
There is no refuge for relief
Even afloat amongst the stellar ylem, the invasive abrasion intercepts your drift

Nothing is sacred!
Nothing is truly yours!

Your inter-most thoughts scream from the windows of their cells

You have been divulged and further more, made completely bare
A sort of ****** where opinions can be made on the hue of your skeletal system
Stark and helpless; sprawled wide
Revealing every tiny nook of your crevices, giving breath and larynx to your insecurities

A vivisection

The young men and women gather around the respiring corpse
Every deffect will oust it's cause
A foreign recollection of your story
Quivering and flinching under the pressure of a razor thin plane

Blankly, they stare like bipedal bovine
Sweetness and sorrow is wasted on them
They only seek silence for the deft and ******* for the blind

Now! both have been provided!

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