I do not like the world around me,
The filth and ***** places,
The lying selfish faces,
The weakness satan preys on,
All beauty now is all gone,
And like the world, I now smell,
Of the tomb in which we dwell,
With no will to perservere,
Nor rememberance of a tear,
Walking 'round about in throng,
Singing all the same sad song,
Of all we've lost or never had,
And of the good that turned to bad.
Until this becomes our norm again.
Forgetting better days have been.
I do not like the world around me,
The filth and ***** places,
The lying selfish faces,
The weakness satan preys on,
All beauty now is all gone,
And like the world, I now smell,
Of the tomb in which we dwell,
With no will to perservere,
Nor rememberance of a tear,
Walking 'round about in throng,
Singing all the same sad song,
Of all we've lost or never had,
And of the good that turned to bad.
Until this becomes our norm again.
Forgetting better days have been.
I do not like the world around me,
The filth and ***** places,
The lying selfish faces,
The weakness satan preys on,
All beauty now is all gone,
And like the world, I now smell,
Of the tomb in which we dwell,
With no will to perservere,
Nor rememberance of a tear,
Walking 'round about in throng,
Singing all the same sad song,
Of all we've lost or never had,
And of the good that turned to bad.
Until this becomes our norm again.
Forgetting better days have been.  You get the picture......

All alone, again
Feeling meloncholy and captive
Within a cloud of intentional isolation
As each thought comes and goes without an answer.

Memories flicker in the crime scene of my mind.
My perception is clouded by questioning every suspicion.
As I try to stay unemotional and rationally make doubt my enemy.
This day has now ended and I have not made a decision.

Wondering when indecision and fear have intersected in my life.
Have I become so insouciant that I am blinded?
As I grow old and in my final hours, could this be my biggest mistake?
I am unwillling to dwell in the present and find happiness again?

Hours spent suffocating myself with regret
Tried to harden my heart to the point of no return
But, I perservere and try to rise above the abundancy of pain.
Licking the salt from my tears as they drip to my lips.

I now lay down, so silent that even my breath is quiet
Asking if the pain is worth the possibility of a true love that will last.
Will he crush my heart with unintentional love for another?
A chance, I guess, I am willing to take.  Or too soon?

I can only pray that the right answer will come during my slumber
And it will be within the will of my creator
Praying that my dreams will be filled with the answers that I seek
And tomorrow will be full of love, trust and loyalty.

shut them out,
clog my ears,
I cannot listen.

the words,
they attack me,
choke me,
wedging themselves within my core.

I cry,
I scream,
I take those words as truth,
and drown as they push me,
past the deepest darkness.

but as I hold my breath,
I tell myself that
even though I may be a wounded gazelle,
I have the heart and will of a lion.

and somehow,
I poke my head out of
the web of pain.

though the words,
continue to float around my head,
taunting me,
prodding my nerves,
I remember that
I am a lion,
and I will perservere.

As I was strolling thru all these poems
Never did I find mine
Don't dismay said the quiet small voice
Within, we shall perservere.

Perservere I did to no avail
Even forgot my log in
Did not quit
Keep trying a little more.

So hear I am astrolling
Down among these beautiful poems
Looking around
and taking care.
Jackie ONeil
aries76@clearwire.net
Thankyou!!

thou were not made
to weather the rain
thou were not made
to handle the pain

thou are just
an empty bowl,
to carry and test
the human soul

A broken heart,
Is a crime unsolved,
In a crazy world,
With nothing resolved.

A lonely soul,
Is a wasted try,
But she will perservere,
until the day she dies.

A broken promise,
Is an easy let down,
All trust fades to black,
Till you come back around.

A single rose,
In the hands of the one,
Could brighten your day,
Make all cursed become undone.

I watch as sun reaches
day yet to appear.
Fresh rays searching
perservere
in vista this stillness.

I listen to still few birds
warble in throng.
Voices anew trailing
birdsong
lightly dusts the leaves.

As I observe a light vivid
In jewels afire.
A stars throng glinting
conspires
across greenest boughs.

I taste the greenery in
freshly cut lawn.
Life afire is stirring
morn
soon new day will wake.

The star outshining the whole entire sky,
All the other twinkling want to know the reason why.

Why they can't have some sympathy, they all urge to fly,
All glowing bright as they begin to intertwine.

So why must one, and not them all share the righteous fame,
Given by Lord and Heaven above, they all were built the same.

So as these stars perservere beauty, they all know the real,
That they're all stars in their own way, as glory fails to seal.

To be - and to remain patient, when the merry-go-round that disguises itself as Life, as we acknowledge it, pulls us in every direction.

and at every angle the ride will be nauseating, exhausting and drifting...

But we shall perservere.

We shall, we shall.

Peace is something that starts with me
Unfold the layers letting out what i could be
Cudi telling me to just be free
Now im so vulnerable i might be seen
I  might be heard i might intervene
Or i might sit back and explore the scene
Feel my way through waters with sharks intrigued
Seeing what im made of when i convene
My thoughts together and paint my stream
Let the colours flow like a masterpiece
And let you understand hurt like it pains you deep
So you can perservere and close in on dreams
Instead of folding up and getting rid of all belief
Self loathing til you find a piece
And let it scream in your ear til youre at peace

I carried pain as a burden, but pain saved me!
I was in the dark but learned light
The shrieking echoes of memories I fight
With love now
Not with anger, or fear
But understanding to perservere
Through moments of doubt
Through times of tears
Because I know that your always near
Teaching me of the smile in the frown
That the smile is just upside down

     !Perspective!

Proclaiming victory in the storm while I morn
That no matter the outcome
I belong to peace
And I have a home in the found

Wings are unnecessary.
We do not need them
To leave the nest.
They add a flight of risk,
A freedom full of aesthetic
--But perhaps
It is more poetic
To dig your beak
Into the cypress,
Lowering yourself,
With each wood chip
A hole in the descent
To unfeathered freedom.