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"hellions" poems
sleep walking through you dead brain with a hard **** a man all pretense hiding behind your skirt who hurt you like a cold razor bleeding and who was hurt by you like a bullet in the chest your charms killer ray guns making me collapse from the inside out like a house in flames screaming left out of your dreams oh dread an empty shroud with a charred mouth who twisted your heart out a man with a winter corpse for a soul short ***** and dead tree eyes who ravaged your bones and ate your marrow with belligerence crushing your fragrant garden my feet pebbles and stones trampling your bed while you sped by me in your new man's muscle car sneering you a laughing hot ***** wearing cold silver sunglasses and flaming lips that ***** hearts blacktop down in a red fast car like a rocket with fat Dunlap's spewing mud in my mouth like me he looked at other women endlessly like rows of sprinkled cupcakes for the eating loving their form imagining their slick glide and wet kisses insulting your tenderness so you would believe in nothing until you where an endless black pit until i found out i needed you and it was to late for us your absence a lesson that your presence could never teach like snow in the summer in youth, i was a deadbeat somnambulist struggling with angels and hellions tedium and desire i feel remorse for all i have done and did not understand only now dusted white am i ready to love you so please come to me and we shall make a home of this tortured cage and turn it to heavens tremulous kiss i have finally learned my lesson have you ?
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Mar 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018 at 12:32 PM UTC
Somnambulist
sleep walking through you dead brain with a hard **** a man all pretense hiding behind your skirt who hurt you like a cold razor bleeding and who was hurt by you like a bullet in the chest your charms killer ray guns making me collapse from the inside out like a house in flames screaming left out of your dreams oh dread an empty shroud with a charred mouth who twisted your heart out a man with a winter corpse for a soul short ***** and dead tree eyes who ravaged your bones and ate your marrow with belligerence crushing your fragrant garden my feet pebbles and stones trampling your bed while you sped by me in your new man's muscle car sneering you a laughing hot ***** wearing cold silver sunglasses and flaming lips that ***** hearts blacktop down in a red fast car like a rocket with fat Dunlap's spewing mud in my mouth like me he looked at other women endlessly like rows of sprinkled cupcakes for the eating loving their form imagining their slick glide and wet kisses insulting your tenderness so you would believe in nothing until you where an endless black pit until i found out i needed you and it was to late for us your absence a lesson that your presence could never teach like snow in the summer in youth, i was a deadbeat somnambulist struggling with angels and hellions tedium and desire i feel remorse for all i have done and did not understand only now dusted white am i ready to love you so please come to me and we shall make a home of this tortured cage and turn it to heavens tremulous kiss i have finally learned my lesson have you ?
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count each and every grain i cherish them all the same they're the only friends i have across this endless plane of granular particles kicked up every so often by a storm that shifts this desert from one spectrum to the next like filtering time through the sieve of some infinite hourglass i will drive this lumbering beast across theses seas of sand reclaim what they stole through duplicity coax this hunk of junk to life if need be to outrun the lingering fear of inadequacy i don't know god but i met the devil i've been his captive for 7,000 days a hostage of hellions obsessed with a decadent religion of misanthropy the shifting wind-swept dunes my only markers on this winding road a roguish rebel defying hegemony manifest in maleficent misogyny i'll strive to live not just survive in this endless wasteland hope may yet arise
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May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 10:50 AM UTC
Imperator Furiosa
Homeward headed, I was driving my way Down I-95 past the Old Mill Way in a yawn, Turning the radio on and looking to play Something to keep my consciousness on. Few cars out at 1:00; it had been a long day; I'd stopped off at Charlie's to sit with a friend To blow out the kinks and let myself say What a **** the company minion had been. Four hours burned off like the late morning haze; When I'd sobered back steady, was able to drive, I paid off my tab, left my friends in a daze, Headed the Jeep to the feed ramp for old 95. At one in the morning, the traffic was thin; When I heard Harleys roaring behind, I scoped the mirror for the lanes they were in, Double-blinked then to see if I was road-blind. No bikers behind, no bikers beside, but sound Like a squadron blared loud, and I felt a cold chill, Thought better of having the last couple rounds, Wished I'd stayed an hour before I'd settled my bill. I glanced to the side, though the sound was all 'round, Saw a glimmer of green glowing chrome in the dark, And fire ethereal from pipes blooming sound, From a Shovelhead, barely visible, flat black and stark. But the rider's appearance emptied my chest: Dark goggles, full beard and a gray flowing mane, Black leather with signs on his tattery vest And a number embroidered below the man's name: "Rider 88" glowed red through the gloom, A ******** burned on the withering arm: "We rise again!" I heard a voice of doom, "We're meeting at the old red barn!" He wasn't alone, though I couldn't see The posse he rode with, the pack he was in; I felt a squadron of hellions run through me, Concussive, incessant, their rattling din. And then, except pavement beneath the Jeep's tires, The howling of wind and crackling "Cotton-eyed Joe," Nothing but the road after midnight, no sirens or fires, And me, shaking hands on the wheel, alone.
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Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 10:09 AM UTC
Tremens & Spectres
Homeward headed, I was driving my way Down I-95 past the Old Mill Way in a yawn, Turning the radio on and looking to play Something to keep my consciousness on. Few cars out at 1:00; it had been a long day; I'd stopped off at Charlie's to sit with a friend To blow out the kinks and let myself say What a **** the company minion had been. Four hours burned off like the late morning haze; When I'd sobered back steady, was able to drive, I paid off my tab, left my friends in a daze, Headed the Jeep to the feed ramp for old 95. At one in the morning, the traffic was thin; When I heard Harleys roaring behind, I scoped the mirror for the lanes they were in, Double-blinked then to see if I was road-blind. No bikers behind, no bikers beside, but sound Like a squadron blared loud, and I felt a cold chill, Thought better of having the last couple rounds, Wished I'd stayed an hour before I'd settled my bill. I glanced to the side, though the sound was all 'round, Saw a glimmer of green glowing chrome in the dark, And fire ethereal from pipes blooming sound, From a Shovelhead, barely visible, flat black and stark. But the rider's appearance emptied my chest: Dark goggles, full beard and a gray flowing mane, Black leather with signs on his tattery vest And a number embroidered below the man's name: "Rider 88" glowed red through the gloom, A ******** burned on the withering arm: "We rise again!" I heard a voice of doom, "We're meeting at the old red barn!" He wasn't alone, though I couldn't see The posse he rode with, the pack he was in; I felt a squadron of hellions run through me, Concussive, incessant, their rattling din. And then, except pavement beneath the Jeep's tires, The howling of wind and crackling "Cotton-eyed Joe," Nothing but the road after midnight, no sirens or fires, And me, shaking hands on the wheel, alone.
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The Elder Supremes are staggering Under the Pillar of Superposition— They who stream emotionless minds, streaming Scripture as alcohol to tea-head Kneelers, praying The elixir of Olympus isn’t turpentine; tarnishing The great, drear light of child-minds like onions in the Sun Molding through its layers; the taste extinguished—No poetry Survives! They who crackle doom over whitened rooms Filled with the white coats of Nature’s secret Heroes— The best minds, sagging like iced-over limbs— Made dim by a false Heavenly connection. Oh! They deprived the gears of Grandfather Night, And deemed Him wicked in his flickering sight. They who are Hollow, yet still colossal; these spinning Hellions, This Machinery of Older Skeletons; That steams and heats and comes to life for an innocent Bottom, with the name that lies in Sin of Archaic Text, Vexed, hexed and expressed in all Prisons and War— Prisons and War reverberate like bad music in the name of a doG; A name the Sun once owned and cast below to a dimmer Star, It billowed and screamed: Keep it in the ******* Church! Now it comes to Damning the Beast: “Get thee behind me Savior, for the Microscope is over Prayer.”
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Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 2:37 PM UTC
Microscopes Over Prayer
Bones decayed Muscle & skin flayed Near decade long agony endured Endless wait for no remedy procured Persons laugh and gibe Hellions unable to repent or apologize Lovers leave or never give a chance "Meeting you was an unfortunate circumstance" 21 years of life lived Nothing but difficult and destructive
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Dec 27, 2021
Dec 27, 2021 at 5:02 AM UTC
GSDT2
Seclusion Tonight is a dark night Here within the garden of the deceased- In this place where wounded spirits who have lost their sanity Are banned from the world outside, Here in this desolate place where nobody sees the light of day. I am alone where the walls are barren and The floors have yellowed- ***** stained and tiles are cracked- I stare at the ceiling through a curtain of tears falling from bloodshot eyes- Moribund, I cannot escape past memories of merciless abuse which are colliding with Recollections of profound neglect buried in the depths of a graveyard of despair- As in a scene from a tragic film, I have become the infamous star, I hear the wall clock outside steadily ticking Rhythmically in time with hellions screaming from inside the fortress of my mind- My emaciated body is robed in a sallow gown and I can feel serpents twisted about my calves constricting. This is a dark night- This is a dark night where I have lost my grasp on veracity- This is a dark night where I have been separated from the outside world- This is the garden of the deceased, where Phantasmal gravestones surround my dissolving soul- My mind is in a wretched state and my thoughts are bellowing lunacy- My cries for help have been silenced. My worm infested brain is decaying- I can only hear above the screaming stillness The ticking of the wall clock outside, and Threatening voices emanating from inside of my mind- Putrid scents of rotting corpses infiltrate this cell and I vociferate madness as the dirges that echo about my mind attempt to deafen me- Neither moonlight nor sunlight can penetrate this windowless chamber- Within this garden of the deceased where my spirit has just perished- This is a dark night and I have been banned from the world outside- In a desperate search for relief my outstretched arms attempt To reach towards heaven as I can feel My dissolving spirit sinking through the cracks in the decrepit linoleum tiles below- I believe I can hear angels singing ‘Abide with me’ mourning the death of my soul- The wall clock outside ticks on and on as I have lost my battle with fate- I have become a lone cadaver buried here in the garden of the deceased- This is a dark night where time has unobtrusively slipped away. Claudia Krizay
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Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 5:08 PM UTC
Seclusion
Seclusion Tonight is a dark night Here within the garden of the deceased- In this place where wounded spirits who have lost their sanity Are banned from the world outside, Here in this desolate place where nobody sees the light of day. I am alone where the walls are barren and The floors have yellowed- ***** stained and tiles are cracked- I stare at the ceiling through a curtain of tears falling from bloodshot eyes- Moribund, I cannot escape past memories of merciless abuse which are colliding with Recollections of profound neglect buried in the depths of a graveyard of despair- As in a scene from a tragic film, I have become the infamous star, I hear the wall clock outside steadily ticking Rhythmically in time with hellions screaming from inside the fortress of my mind- My emaciated body is robed in a sallow gown and I can feel serpents twisted about my calves constricting. This is a dark night- This is a dark night where I have lost my grasp on veracity- This is a dark night where I have been separated from the outside world- This is the garden of the deceased, where Phantasmal gravestones surround my dissolving soul- My mind is in a wretched state and my thoughts are bellowing lunacy- My cries for help have been silenced. My worm infested brain is decaying- I can only hear above the screaming stillness The ticking of the wall clock outside, and Threatening voices emanating from inside of my mind- Putrid scents of rotting corpses infiltrate this cell and I vociferate madness as the dirges that echo about my mind attempt to deafen me- Neither moonlight nor sunlight can penetrate this windowless chamber- Within this garden of the deceased where my spirit has just perished- This is a dark night and I have been banned from the world outside- In a desperate search for relief my outstretched arms attempt To reach towards heaven as I can feel My dissolving spirit sinking through the cracks in the decrepit linoleum tiles below- I believe I can hear angels singing ‘Abide with me’ mourning the death of my soul- The wall clock outside ticks on and on as I have lost my battle with fate- I have become a lone cadaver buried here in the garden of the deceased- This is a dark night where time has unobtrusively slipped away. Claudia Krizay
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Your mind, to me, is an undiscovered treasure. Furtive, I try, to gaze into your soul I like what I see, no judgements or opinions promises and hellions slide right off my coat This moment that we share may last until the sun has risen Surly or debonair, Time decides sporadic rhythms We've tossed our fear and care, Relinquished expectations Green and firm and fair, I forget my suppositions
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Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 6:35 PM UTC
Intimacy with a Stranger
Grim Raven- vaunt at the right time To salvage my corpse from my last lie I honored my fractured vision And forgot my righteous mission I played imprudently with demons Brewing many wagers with the abyss I slipped at the cap ‘sheaf of madness And was beset by my fellow hellions They all want me to help them And can’t see that I’m a weapon It’s obligatory I’ll eventually explode I’m sorry this was never my goal
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Mar 26, 2012
Mar 26, 2012 at 2:02 AM UTC
The inevitable
*there is a place in fetish land where breathing idols live below the belt their busy mouths unveiled soiled shimmering lips yielding warm spit thick and wet the crimson flood is the flood of love Dark Hazel plays legs spread like a baby in a bathtub wiggling her toes and circulating flesh in vaporous waters with scarlet rings through her nose and smarmy Gods command neoprene priestesses ***** with a switch blade and an ***** to die for color me on my knees grateful **** lovin derrière kisser reading comics from the book of ***** while she queen's glare through ***** party masks jitterbug arcane rituals glitter hellions in love you can smell the volcanoes malleable baby dolls with tiger skin bindings evoke eager spires through tribal unga bunga shimmy **** and *** drenched in yearning night fires and sacrificial rants vulva's like fat plums weeping pink milk mouthed terrorized ******* drooling tarnished yoga's of dancing feet scorched inferno's of pleasure vanquishing the temples of normalcy the sky is red with rituals souls set free in a **** for all like a cluster of stars spooling a galaxy*
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Jul 25, 2017
Jul 25, 2017 at 8:28 AM UTC
FETISH LAND
Slowly, I can sense the caliginous feeling heavy over my eyes. I tell myself to stray from hortatory hellions, yet still I am charmed by the falsely intriguing happiness... Darkness is addictive Just like a drug, it's hard to come back once you're hooked in.
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Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 9:29 AM UTC
Dark Eclipse
Once again, I'm forced to neglect my chance of happiness to instead give it to others. Once again, I sit and listen to perpetual moaning about the differences between who I am and who I should be. Why should I abide his desire to put me under? He digs himself a deeper hole each day and unconciously awaits his own bloodstained burial. Is is wrong that I don't care whether I allow him to breathe or dump his stiff carcass in the nearest river? I've never been tempted by ****** but lately, the vision of his lifeless eyes has been swimming in my head like the souls of a thousand unavenged hellions. Hell hounds howl my name as my wrath is unleashed upon his wreckless soul and screams fill my ears as my vision turns a sickly yet thrilling scarlet hue. Believe me, sweetheart, you've been begging for this for too long and when you turned on me with your petty, insolent disgrace of an excuse for breathing, I relished the thought of ripping your heart from your chest with my bare hands. You don't want to know the things I'd love to do to you. You don't want to hear the chilling screams from my nightmares which seem more of a blissful dream lately. This is my last warning... next time you wrongly decide to size up to me, you'll realize your mistake... but it'll be too late. By the time you notice the lack of oxygen in your lungs, your ashes will already be scattered across your mother's dinner like parmesan cheese. That's it. I'm done. Rant over.
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Apr 6, 2013
Apr 6, 2013 at 8:27 AM UTC
Is It Wrong?
W a i s t i n g  a w a y in a world of Hellions bent on the worldly Extortion of the Beautiful Rarities, Bewitching their realities and leaving Exposed Bones and Broken Hearts on a Dim evening, on the corner of a sidewalk. Insubstantial, empty Words cause Discord in Souls whose Temperament is pure and Kind just to be Hit in the face by Cruel Monsters. Earnest faces of Young Children were once Glowing and Knowing no pain besides scrapes and papercuts, Only to be s h a t t e r e d by this Unholy Desolation.
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Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 11:28 AM UTC
Empty Dreamland
We all have our demons inside of us. I just happened to swallow the devil.
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Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 12:01 PM UTC
You loved my hellions.
Shiver     Patter Pitter Ombre colored          Gout            Pressed flush to bone Hellions march Witch tip           To cat tail Rift n eager            Expectations above meager                                         Grammarly says this texts sounds dissatisfying Ouch   So upon couch I settle Lights ground to the pestal Twill flicker no more So no knocks at the  door
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Oct 31, 2019
Oct 31, 2019 at 3:54 PM UTC
Sleepy Hollows Empty
Pit answerless questions Against questionless answers The stuff no one mentions It just sits and it festers The best of intentions Played out by the worst actors Heathens and hellions Aren't the back stabbers ©2024
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Aug 7, 2024
Aug 7, 2024 at 7:37 PM UTC
~•§•~ Heathens & Hellions ~•§•~
We are new 
 Original 
 We are the sun 
 And 
The stars. 
 The destroyers 
 And the creators. 
 We are the hellions 
 And the angels 
 We love 
 Live 
 And die for the ones 
We love. 
We are the generation 
Of the 
Creative. 
 The unique. 
 The ones that will make a difference. 
 The ones that care. 
 We are the ones
 That 
 Will
 Change 
 The 
 World. 
-m.d.
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Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 11:52 PM UTC
The ones
Hellion Romance I am the waters that brace against land barriers to force them down enough for me to devour them, then conquer them and force them to submit to the weight of my aquatic life. Ask Hawaii. You are the moon, it is by your hand that I can do what I do, for you are what forces me to rise to your bidding or sink and sulk away with the tide. We are partners in crime. Partners in love. Partners in terroristic excitement that we call our lives. Hellions in romance
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Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 12:17 PM UTC
Hellion Romance
Last time I promised to tell you a story but couldn't, for then fell the nights veil These are the words of horror, not of glory, so be braced, it is time for a tale: - - - The Goddess, poisoned of mind had a plan of which to me she did not tell She would help me, so my love I could find and then send us together to Hell Out of envious love she would do this and out of furious rage She would rip us off of our bliss and place us in a fiery cage - - - She appeared to the edge of the pond and spoke these words through tears "You know not that of You I am fond. Love me now, or face your deepest fears!" She understood my answer as I grasped my sword and cast a dark spell, then took a step back Thru mists of time came the words of the Dark Lord: "Welcome to my domain." and all went black - - - We were spun in time and spun thru place we were spun and spun and spun We were spun before the Dark Lords face to a world void of golden rays of the Sun Hellions fell upon us, they fell with numbers too high pressing hard, almost to our death it came Back to back we fought, my Love and I, but suddenly it stopped, the wild now tame Upon us he gazed, then upon us he spoke as he strode from the Shadows of Flame "Be it final death to whom takes the first stroke, hear me now, for only once I make this claim!" We did battle with the Lord of Agony and Grief we battled, and nigh was our win I struck his chest and for a moment so brief Time stopped; as if to touch His chin Then came a flash that blinded our eyes the Lord lay, breathing with a dying tone with his last breath he gave us his prize "Just look Beyond the fire and you shall be home." This we did, and indeed we did with joy and true his words, for we passed the Veil; That day marked also the birth of our Boy but his deeds, they are yet another tale
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Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 3:37 PM UTC
We Live For the One, pt.3
Last time I promised to tell you a story but couldn't, for then fell the nights veil These are the words of horror, not of glory, so be braced, it is time for a tale: - - - The Goddess, poisoned of mind had a plan of which to me she did not tell She would help me, so my love I could find and then send us together to Hell Out of envious love she would do this and out of furious rage She would rip us off of our bliss and place us in a fiery cage - - - She appeared to the edge of the pond and spoke these words through tears "You know not that of You I am fond. Love me now, or face your deepest fears!" She understood my answer as I grasped my sword and cast a dark spell, then took a step back Thru mists of time came the words of the Dark Lord: "Welcome to my domain." and all went black - - - We were spun in time and spun thru place we were spun and spun and spun We were spun before the Dark Lords face to a world void of golden rays of the Sun Hellions fell upon us, they fell with numbers too high pressing hard, almost to our death it came Back to back we fought, my Love and I, but suddenly it stopped, the wild now tame Upon us he gazed, then upon us he spoke as he strode from the Shadows of Flame "Be it final death to whom takes the first stroke, hear me now, for only once I make this claim!" We did battle with the Lord of Agony and Grief we battled, and nigh was our win I struck his chest and for a moment so brief Time stopped; as if to touch His chin Then came a flash that blinded our eyes the Lord lay, breathing with a dying tone with his last breath he gave us his prize "Just look Beyond the fire and you shall be home." This we did, and indeed we did with joy and true his words, for we passed the Veil; That day marked also the birth of our Boy but his deeds, they are yet another tale
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There is a sound that many of us hear throughout our lives. It’s a keening, a high-pitched call, the rumble of our names on the lips of monsters and hellions. They cry out from the pit, screaming for your blood, for the things that makes you whole and sane. They grapple amongst themselves, luring us closer the outs edge with lies and deception and cunning. They terrify us, because we know not from where they come and why they crave our blood. But then, someone, some words, some situation, or some revelation comes along and carries you to the Pit’s edge and shines a light down on the things that cry out your name in the night. And as you peer down, you see the monstrosities that pine for your life and a horrible realization strikes. Underneath the claws, the serrated fangs, and the leathery wings, the monsters all wear the same face as you, as dark and grotesque as they are. One is called destitution, one called pain, and another called self-loathing. All familiar faces after all. Faces you thought you would never have to see because you buried them in a pit and covered them over with bad habits and denial. You scream, YOU CAN’T HAVE ME, yet they continue to wail until the syllables of your name sound like a horrendous thing.
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Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 12:30 PM UTC
The Pit
carrion swells amassed hoard cemented shutters itching hellions' fingernails mansion fever
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Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 1:53 AM UTC
XLIII: II
The questions exist: Whether lock down in this space Preserves the life or just saves face?; Why quarantine locks healthy up While hellions riot and disrupt? She's 92 and all alone Stuck inside a nursing home "No visitors," the Guvner said, And fear became the COVID dread. "Bring out your bodies!" "Bring out the dead!" She walks a bit from bed to door, Must wear a mask, if nothing more. Alone, she rests, though it's a chore To see faceless helpers on her floor. Her handlers? Gowned, masked, and visored As if she's the one who's virus scoured. "How will I speak my 3000 words a day?" My mother asked on the phone today. "Speak now to me," I edged words in, And listened to my Mom, cooped in. If COVID doesn't **** her, empty hallways might; She tries to speak to anyone who passes nigh, But they are in a hurry to cancel someone's light, And so the nights and days go crawling by. "Bring out your bodies!" "Bring out the dead!"
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Jul 14, 2020
Jul 14, 2020 at 12:36 PM UTC
AT 92 in COVID Homes
What is the meaning of life? Is it to love and be loved Would that be all there is? To have a house and a nice car Three little hellions roaming around A beautiful wife with beautiful hair And eyes that sparkle throughout the night You pump weights and are a vegetarian She fixes herself up to make you And everyone notice her To say how beautiful she looks And your kids are well behaved Good years lies ahead Is that all there is? I feel purpose have to be involved If that's one's purpose then have at it I've experienced all the wrong things And yet I pray it will help others out What am I praying to? Is there a God that hears me A personal creator who will help me Through my own experience I have to say yes He wants me to choose his will And love him as he loves me But through my excursions through life I really don't know what love is I feel it's putting others first instead of myself But I tend to be extremely selfish Can I escape the trap The one that has me wrapped up in myself? Can I put my energies to do God's will And not my own? All these questions are good to ask But what am I doing about that?
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Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 4:52 PM UTC
Is That All There Is?