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"strengthened" poems
i. A Vintage Alfajor necklace To veil mine sovereign belle; Betrothed for heaven's comfort We hath already been through hell. ii. Ourn bygone time Hath strengthened us for forthcoming rapture; I'll be right next to her, in her allure No death, forever, happily ever after. iii. I'll tryeth daily, tis none maby's I'll doeth anything, for mine Filipino baby; As tis I'll maketh her, forget her past I'll be her bishop, she shalt be mine eternal hourglass. iv. As time goeth fast, I mustn't lose the thought That tommorrow doth not always cometh, we dieth, get lost; Though she hath found me, I knoweth what being saved mean's I wilt liveth every day as mine last, and liveth it for mine queen. v. So dearest reyna, soulmate, and best friend When thou doth readeth this, know ourn love shalt not end; As we both understandeth, this planet is just a passage to the next We wilt meeteth in this life, and afterward's, pag-ibig at it's best. ©Brandon nagley ©Lonesome poet's poetry ©Earl Jane nagley dedication
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Aug 21, 2015
Aug 21, 2015 at 3:55 PM UTC
Pagliligtas ( Salvation) filipino tongue
Perplexed people of a politically polluted land, Are uncertain of who they truly are. Sons supporting freedom's fight, fathers seem lost, Seeking meager gains with no gain in power. Subjugation and forced order is in play, Forgotten the episodes of cold blooded ****** Rapes, intimidation and tormented nights, All ignored, for they are not our daughters or mothers. No concern given to our neighbors strife? Our humanity we sold, for positions in this land. Strengthened the corrupted power at play, Full of anarchy and devoid of mercy. The foibles in name of government and development, Oh Lord!Fill our fellows hearts with compassion. Open their eyes to the inadequacies, Bring our nation back to consciousness. ©Perveiz Ali
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Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 8:08 AM UTC
Awake Kashmir
There is a hole in the world All the doors are painted a shade of liars faces their colors while arriving are also fading but we are still here.. Where corroding slats of 63 year old wood sound like the screams echoing across the crumbling pages of days burnt yellow beneath the fire of eyes The purple pouring through unseen waves in the dusk sky as Janis joplin sang gray star clouds into my heart she sewed my wounds with the ash of of bodies adrift of lovers living only in the mirage air disguised as smiles everlasting glass of the empty kind of love that lies, and never breathes yet forever dies dreams devour you with tears remembering the terror in Janis's eyes, she poured herself out across the floor of the perishing world while performing "work me lord" "live at stockholm 69'" to the dark, we were never there we were born into hands that were dying we breathed our last breath of freedom- then we were born, It was then that I heard the darkness cry. we are dying.. because we have forgotten the free gift given, our lightless bones loose around the spine of every bolt we never knew, strengthened our stance against the murderous long night. Choosing blindness, over looking without sight, The invisible mountain, that breathed in our corroding dusty hearts, weilding love against the demons behind our mirror eyes.. Refusing to call his name.. we have lived for each one of us just for ourselves ("selflove") so it is this then, we have sold our freedom to the lie named death.
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Apr 18, 2020
Apr 18, 2020 at 2:42 AM UTC
And, so it was that in those days; the lips of clouds erupted!
There is a hole in the world All the doors are painted a shade of liars faces their colors while arriving are also fading but we are still here.. Where corroding slats of 63 year old wood sound like the screams echoing across the crumbling pages of days burnt yellow beneath the fire of eyes The purple pouring through unseen waves in the dusk sky as Janis joplin sang gray star clouds into my heart she sewed my wounds with the ash of of bodies adrift of lovers living only in the mirage air disguised as smiles everlasting glass of the empty kind of love that lies, and never breathes yet forever dies dreams devour you with tears remembering the terror in Janis's eyes, she poured herself out across the floor of the perishing world while performing "work me lord" "live at stockholm 69'" to the dark, we were never there we were born into hands that were dying we breathed our last breath of freedom- then we were born, It was then that I heard the darkness cry. we are dying.. because we have forgotten the free gift given, our lightless bones loose around the spine of every bolt we never knew, strengthened our stance against the murderous long night. Choosing blindness, over looking without sight, The invisible mountain, that breathed in our corroding dusty hearts, weilding love against the demons behind our mirror eyes.. Refusing to call his name.. we have lived for each one of us just for ourselves ("selflove") so it is this then, we have sold our freedom to the lie named death.
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In life we tend build bridges But not all are meant to last Sometimes we burn those bridges To keep us from what lies beyond Everyday we meet new people Have fun and make new friends We form bonds and links; as such We end up building bridges Throughout our lives we go about Being scared - in fear But when we overcome the fear We grow - we build our bridges As time progresses - we age We move on to do so much We gain property and wealth And at this very stage Grow a family - get married And go about our lives Ease into reality And we tend to then build bridges All the time, things happen Positive and bad But we must overcome our problems And learn from our mistakes Take lessons from our failures Know we don't cause success And as we grow and learn And as we learn and grow We form more tightened, strengthened bonds We tend to build up bridges Memories are formed And memories are kept Stored in many forms To remembered for being great And as time passes us by It brings with memory As we add to vast memory We reinforce our bridge But not all stories flow Like that of a fairy tale In life we hurt and get hurt And ******* seems to break And when the key stones crack And are shifted out of place Our bridges looses and fall down And our lives with them And after all the pain is felt We pull ourselves back up And what remains after the storm - We burn what was our bridges People leave, people die These things occur in life Once they're gone, we break down And are burning our bridges Another reason why We burn down our bridges Is Friends who do us harm And it's safer if we're apart Instead of succumbing to evil deeds We rather stay away Refrain from any contact And set ablaze those bridges When trouble hits us hard We lose our wealth and money We hurt all those around Unintentionally burning bridges No memory can replace The presences of a loved one Instead of mourning forever And hurting others too We try our best to rid ourselves Of memories and reminders And as we force-forget The things of our past We end up sick of flames Yet still burn down our bridges In life we build and break Many weak/strong bridges Of a lifetime's worth of loved memories and people But this cannot be helped - it is but human nature - We build up what we love And burn it 'cause we love it
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May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 11:27 AM UTC
Burning Bridges
In life we tend build bridges But not all are meant to last Sometimes we burn those bridges To keep us from what lies beyond Everyday we meet new people Have fun and make new friends We form bonds and links; as such We end up building bridges Throughout our lives we go about Being scared - in fear But when we overcome the fear We grow - we build our bridges As time progresses - we age We move on to do so much We gain property and wealth And at this very stage Grow a family - get married And go about our lives Ease into reality And we tend to then build bridges All the time, things happen Positive and bad But we must overcome our problems And learn from our mistakes Take lessons from our failures Know we don't cause success And as we grow and learn And as we learn and grow We form more tightened, strengthened bonds We tend to build up bridges Memories are formed And memories are kept Stored in many forms To remembered for being great And as time passes us by It brings with memory As we add to vast memory We reinforce our bridge But not all stories flow Like that of a fairy tale In life we hurt and get hurt And ******* seems to break And when the key stones crack And are shifted out of place Our bridges looses and fall down And our lives with them And after all the pain is felt We pull ourselves back up And what remains after the storm - We burn what was our bridges People leave, people die These things occur in life Once they're gone, we break down And are burning our bridges Another reason why We burn down our bridges Is Friends who do us harm And it's safer if we're apart Instead of succumbing to evil deeds We rather stay away Refrain from any contact And set ablaze those bridges When trouble hits us hard We lose our wealth and money We hurt all those around Unintentionally burning bridges No memory can replace The presences of a loved one Instead of mourning forever And hurting others too We try our best to rid ourselves Of memories and reminders And as we force-forget The things of our past We end up sick of flames Yet still burn down our bridges In life we build and break Many weak/strong bridges Of a lifetime's worth of loved memories and people But this cannot be helped - it is but human nature - We build up what we love And burn it 'cause we love it
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Is it wrong to crave the hands That no longer desire The warmth of mine? Despite the shame, guilt and tears I can recall the texture of that skin; Unkempt and rigid. Street lights in the summer; My favourite place in the city, Strengthened by the grip between 10 fingers. Turns out those hands had bigger plans; A craving to explore and discover, With new eyes and a deeper soul. Left mine to wallow in self-pity, Getting flustered upon failing To pluck aged guitar strings adequately. Sometimes I like to think That the shakiness my hands feel Is just my fingers shivering, naked and cold, without yours.
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Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 12:29 AM UTC
Hands
✿⊰✲⊱✿ The air filled with laughter and cheers, leaving me and Ainhara on the hill "Oh dear," my handmaid smiles. "It appears it will be a long night. Parting Paul from our sweet Esshi will prove difficult." "Difficult but not impossible," I chime. "Come, Ainhara, let us enjoy the rest of the night!" 'My wish came true tonight,' I beam. 'I will always remember this fantastic gala...' as I enter the main dining hall with all my friends from near and far, all my friends of many cultures as we join in laughter, in glee, ever hopeful for the future of our thriving Kingdoms. With every sip of wine, every nibble of the fine dishes, all of our bonds have strengthened. So now, let us be like the lanterns, and rises together, sailing through the horizons to touch the Heavens above. Eager for the adventures ahead...
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Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 6:50 PM UTC
❀❁ тнє gαlα X (VI of VI) ❁❀
Here we stand in the chamber of our spirits. Her revival was one that neither of us could predict. In her mind, the final act of this troubling play finished ages ago. As her soul was strengthened with precision equal to a lapidary I reflected on the integration of my thoughts towards her life. In the next moments, she mizzled away from this realm with no warning. Yet to my surprise, her aura lingered on like a phantom. Through a conscious rebirth in the astral plane, I feel her presence now. For a single instant of time, I see her fading before my very eyes. By order of the ruthless universe, our destinies remain shattered.
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May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 2:34 AM UTC
Destiny
Behold the One with the Aries, the Ward of Santa Muerte Our 16th President voted by 16 million Filipinos this 2016 The 1st President from Mindanao from being Mayor of Davao…Duterte! He is One with MiJoRdGr (Miriam, Jojo, Rody, Grace) The 4 Opposition Presidentiables who defeated Mar Roxas And brought Liberal Party its great disgrace! The One with the Aries from the Land with War The Land of Promise – feared by typhoons, but filled with goons So from her came a Liberator among MiJoRdGr! That this One should war with our nation’s greatest horrors -Drug Lords, Liberals, Treasoners, Criminals & Terrorists- These powerful entities to our history are desecrators! So by being one with lawmakers, law enforcers & lawful people By the overwhelming power of the Supermajority Our country’s greatest terrors…Du30 shall conquer them all! But first, he must defeat his detractors – Leila, Leni & Trillanes These triple crooks who want to topple the government Are also said to be conspiring with EU, UN & US! Yet with Trump’s triumph, US is no longer an enemy Our American hatred weakened, our Chinese friendship strengthened As it established great friendship with Pres. Du30! Do not emulate the girl power of those Liberal crooks We got an Olympic medalist Heidilyn & Ms. International 2016 But Leila & Leni?...Can only ruin our country…like blasted nukes! Do not worry for we have Pacquiao as still winner & role model Alongwith Gen. Bato, a victim of yellow washing machine But these Pro-Du30 men…to criminals tough, to innocents gentle! May God allow this True Change to take place with continuity Let Pres. Duterte lead us for many more years to come For the Supermajority, for you & me… for our country! -12/30/2016 (Dumarao) *Our Golden Times During PDu30
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Sep 28, 2019
Sep 28, 2019 at 9:19 PM UTC
Our Golden Times During PDu30
Behold the One with the Aries, the Ward of Santa Muerte Our 16th President voted by 16 million Filipinos this 2016 The 1st President from Mindanao from being Mayor of Davao…Duterte! He is One with MiJoRdGr (Miriam, Jojo, Rody, Grace) The 4 Opposition Presidentiables who defeated Mar Roxas And brought Liberal Party its great disgrace! The One with the Aries from the Land with War The Land of Promise – feared by typhoons, but filled with goons So from her came a Liberator among MiJoRdGr! That this One should war with our nation’s greatest horrors -Drug Lords, Liberals, Treasoners, Criminals & Terrorists- These powerful entities to our history are desecrators! So by being one with lawmakers, law enforcers & lawful people By the overwhelming power of the Supermajority Our country’s greatest terrors…Du30 shall conquer them all! But first, he must defeat his detractors – Leila, Leni & Trillanes These triple crooks who want to topple the government Are also said to be conspiring with EU, UN & US! Yet with Trump’s triumph, US is no longer an enemy Our American hatred weakened, our Chinese friendship strengthened As it established great friendship with Pres. Du30! Do not emulate the girl power of those Liberal crooks We got an Olympic medalist Heidilyn & Ms. International 2016 But Leila & Leni?...Can only ruin our country…like blasted nukes! Do not worry for we have Pacquiao as still winner & role model Alongwith Gen. Bato, a victim of yellow washing machine But these Pro-Du30 men…to criminals tough, to innocents gentle! May God allow this True Change to take place with continuity Let Pres. Duterte lead us for many more years to come For the Supermajority, for you & me… for our country! -12/30/2016 (Dumarao) *Our Golden Times During PDu30
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I recovered from the night again, She had disappeared once more, Was she using me as a ****** I was frustrated & also saddened, My self-control got strengthened, For I was not a tissue to be used!!! I have my feelings & my emotions, Presence and absence torture me, Ego I had tamed got hurt by now... I won't let that elusive Angel come, Questioning I must be her realities, Illusions will end this time finally!!! I'll establish an identity of my own, Dependent I'll not be on the angel, Was she only a dream & no more??? I had duly asked the aged captain, To search a lovely bride very soon, Oh, so sure I am about afterwards... I was tailed by the spirit-like angel, So irritated by her dreary dreams, On-off, came-gone, again & again!!! I now would learn to catch angels, With the plan, I went to the mage, Should I now learn some spells??? I entered through a dark alleyway, Was told to visit this strange place, What comes across - I wondered... I knocked the door & she appeared, Very young she seemed to me now, Just the age of the angel of dreams!!! I noticed that she wore a long robe, So shiny it was silvery like her hair, Just like the angel of dreams wore... I rubbed my tired eyes in disbelief, "Who're you?" I asked very loudly, "Are you the mage's daughter???" I wondered for long & she replied, "Your guess is correct, kind Sailor," She beckoned me into the shack... I set my foot on the wooden floor, I look for any sign of the mage, I want to be set free of the cage!!! I just thought & thought about it, But the witch was not to be seen, Curious I asked, "Where is she???" "I am my mother," she said calmly, Perplexed I couldn't say a thing, My mouth opened once & shut... I was now about to rise & go away, But she stopped me with her arms, "I must show you," so she did say!!! I did not believe what my eyes saw, How she changed into the old mage, Then back into her own daughter??? O I had become confused a lot now, Why would she transform like this, I feared if it was actually the angel...
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Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 10:15 AM UTC
Angel? Not Again!!!
I recovered from the night again, She had disappeared once more, Was she using me as a ****** I was frustrated & also saddened, My self-control got strengthened, For I was not a tissue to be used!!! I have my feelings & my emotions, Presence and absence torture me, Ego I had tamed got hurt by now... I won't let that elusive Angel come, Questioning I must be her realities, Illusions will end this time finally!!! I'll establish an identity of my own, Dependent I'll not be on the angel, Was she only a dream & no more??? I had duly asked the aged captain, To search a lovely bride very soon, Oh, so sure I am about afterwards... I was tailed by the spirit-like angel, So irritated by her dreary dreams, On-off, came-gone, again & again!!! I now would learn to catch angels, With the plan, I went to the mage, Should I now learn some spells??? I entered through a dark alleyway, Was told to visit this strange place, What comes across - I wondered... I knocked the door & she appeared, Very young she seemed to me now, Just the age of the angel of dreams!!! I noticed that she wore a long robe, So shiny it was silvery like her hair, Just like the angel of dreams wore... I rubbed my tired eyes in disbelief, "Who're you?" I asked very loudly, "Are you the mage's daughter???" I wondered for long & she replied, "Your guess is correct, kind Sailor," She beckoned me into the shack... I set my foot on the wooden floor, I look for any sign of the mage, I want to be set free of the cage!!! I just thought & thought about it, But the witch was not to be seen, Curious I asked, "Where is she???" "I am my mother," she said calmly, Perplexed I couldn't say a thing, My mouth opened once & shut... I was now about to rise & go away, But she stopped me with her arms, "I must show you," so she did say!!! I did not believe what my eyes saw, How she changed into the old mage, Then back into her own daughter??? O I had become confused a lot now, Why would she transform like this, I feared if it was actually the angel...
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The impatient soul awaits. As crowds push towards the train. He rushes to pass, can’t be late. He looked at others, the insane. He squeezed against and did shove. They looked at him, silent grunts. His angry mood, bared no love. He was used to his way and wants. One more push and catapults. Into the air and did not fall. He laughs at them, at their faults. As he flies pass human walls. Surprised, he got no attention. He roared at them, till the last door. His super power, that strengthened. No longer waiting, he could soar. Everyone looked to the left. Train now expected delays. Some tears were dropped as they wept. A red end to someone’s day. He flew back in that direction. A sudden feeling, temptation. There caught in the intersection. His body, the impatient.
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Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 12:04 PM UTC
Impatient
You whom I could not save Listen to me. Try to understand this simple speech as I would be ashamed of another. I swear, there is in me no wizardry of words. I speak to you with silence like a cloud or a tree. What strengthened me, for you was lethal. You mixed up farewell to an epoch with the beginning of a new one, Inspiration of hatred with lyrical beauty, Blind force with accomplished shape. Here is the valley of shallow Polish rivers. And an immense bridge Going into white fog. Here is a broken city, And the wind throws the screams of gulls on your grave When I am talking with you. What is poetry which does not save Nations or people? A connivance with official lies, A song of drunkards whose throats will be cut in a moment, Readings for sophomore girls. That I wanted good poetry without knowing it, That I discovered, late, its salutary aim, In this and only this I find salvation. They used to pour millet on graves or poppy seeds To feed the dead who would come disguised as birds. I put this book here for you, who once lived So that you should visit us no more.
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Dedication
tears fall your name i call gone frozen in time wasting away life heartbroken. outright cry strikes at night lost. always lost confused. anxious. scared. lies. knife acts like gasoline , poured on me cast a match flip the latch to the prison cell of lost hearts murmur my name before i slain the wretched beast whisper into the dead alleyways a revival unavoidable n̶e̶v̶e̶r̶ l̶o̶s̶t̶. c̶o̶n̶f̶u̶s̶e̶d̶ a̶n̶x̶i̶o̶u̶s̶. s̶c̶a̶r̶e̶d̶. more deceit. cold like a untouched angel away from the worst danger i am born again. purged. regenerated. strengthened. renewed. rebirth. (b.d.s.)
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Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 7:00 PM UTC
isolation
Life is a harmony to be achieved Not by small trials, but by forthcoming From all the antagonists retrieved Our legs strengthened for running. In unison, a remedy to the believers A ringing of beauty piercing through Captivated are the achievers Who shed the blood of true Friends and warriors alike strive together Bone crushing blows to their hearts Tattered and strained by the weather They’re always around to pick up the parts A rainbow of color to those who stay strong Fearful thoughts often defer us from here Whether we do what’s right, or do what’s wrong Our minds remain clear, because we are here And we sing our harmonious song ©Mitchell Frieler
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Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 11:53 PM UTC
Harmony
What is this wall That keeps us in Over each other, we trip; we fall We are like fish with no fins Head on we crash With fists we beat We hack and we slash Screaming, kicking with invisible feet Blocked we remain Let us flow Us you can't contain Let us go Strengthened with aggregate But held back by concrete Cerebral wall with no gate We're packed with angry grit You know we're here You feel us roiling You hear us clear Boiling and brewing We understand the reason You deem it necessary Thinking it would lessen Subdue the rage and fury Your illusion of control Of us, you'd pick the best Surely you're taking the toll Of being nothing but suppressed All of us, we are you We make you what you are From the subtlest cue To the high achieving star We are many but we are one Your thoughts and emotions We are your loaded gun We're the answer to false pretensions You can't have us dammed We've initiated a coup No...we'll not be ****** Too late...we've broken through
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Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 11:29 PM UTC
Dammed
What if I were president? What party, what values would I hold? If I were president would I be humble, honest, and bold? When I talk about greater justice for immigrants, I'm a Democrat. When I speak out against abortion, I'm a Republican. When I talk about racism and racial inequality, I'm a Democrat. When I mention small, localized government, I'm a Republican. When I support the common good and solidarity, I'm a Democrat When I say the family should be strengthened, I'm a Republican. When I speak up against the death penalty, I'm a Democrat. When I refuse to fund contraception, I'm a Republican. So, where does this leave me? You have to pick right? Well in some ways I'm both, and in some ways neither. You see, if I pick Democrat I'm going against my Republican values And the same is true of my Democrat values if i decide Republican. If I were the president I'd work for peace, love, truth, understanding I would work to build bridges between the peoples and the nations Walls and fences do not, the best neighbors, make. I won't convince you with anything I say, but if I do my best to live and To reflect love, to give hope, to find joy maybe you'll want it too To lift up the lowly, help others help themselves, to forgive and to love That's some of what I hope to do. In truth, I'm a member of an institution that teaches that freedom is when a person no longer acts under the influence of someone else. An institution that encourages free will and free thought. An institution that doesn't fit inside a man-made box. This is being true to myself, this is who I am. I'm Catholic
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Aug 30, 2016
Aug 30, 2016 at 11:30 AM UTC
What If I Were President
What if I were president? What party, what values would I hold? If I were president would I be humble, honest, and bold? When I talk about greater justice for immigrants, I'm a Democrat. When I speak out against abortion, I'm a Republican. When I talk about racism and racial inequality, I'm a Democrat. When I mention small, localized government, I'm a Republican. When I support the common good and solidarity, I'm a Democrat When I say the family should be strengthened, I'm a Republican. When I speak up against the death penalty, I'm a Democrat. When I refuse to fund contraception, I'm a Republican. So, where does this leave me? You have to pick right? Well in some ways I'm both, and in some ways neither. You see, if I pick Democrat I'm going against my Republican values And the same is true of my Democrat values if i decide Republican. If I were the president I'd work for peace, love, truth, understanding I would work to build bridges between the peoples and the nations Walls and fences do not, the best neighbors, make. I won't convince you with anything I say, but if I do my best to live and To reflect love, to give hope, to find joy maybe you'll want it too To lift up the lowly, help others help themselves, to forgive and to love That's some of what I hope to do. In truth, I'm a member of an institution that teaches that freedom is when a person no longer acts under the influence of someone else. An institution that encourages free will and free thought. An institution that doesn't fit inside a man-made box. This is being true to myself, this is who I am. I'm Catholic
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The absence of relief deluged my existence, My hands trembled with a fear of defeat And with my legs about to give away, I stood there, trying to fix my broken pieces. My bones felt like cracked crayons about to shatter, into infinite irreparable fragments. Stillness, silence, loss and sadness, Strengthened the demons residing in my mind. Yet I tried to fade the reality with flashes of soothing memories. Hoping, that the lost silvery rays of my past, would overpower the dark entities residing within me. Although I knew quite well, they were feeding on the darkness I myself created. Now I was nearing my end, Like the moth nearing the alight candle. Happiness, contentment, love, And every little soothing emotion was lost in the silhouette created by  the dark entities who claimed my mind their home. Adding to their darkness were the shadows of eerie disappointment. All relief was now hidden in some unreachable fraction, of the dark labyrinth my mind now was. I was deluged in insecurities, finally accepting my worthlessness. Yet a latent emotion called hope, still managed to swim in the dark waters of the abysmal pit of despondency which was engulfing my mind like a black hole. I moved my fragile body and tried to stand. And with the little strength that was left, I tried to calm the demons residing in me, like a mother trying to calm her weeping infant with a soothing lullaby. I succeeded for a silvery moment, but the momentary relief was lost again. Alas! I knew they were now awake for eternity. Then finally, defeated and hopeless, I shattered like a house of cards forever.
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Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 11:13 AM UTC
Defeat
The absence of relief deluged my existence, My hands trembled with a fear of defeat And with my legs about to give away, I stood there, trying to fix my broken pieces. My bones felt like cracked crayons about to shatter, into infinite irreparable fragments. Stillness, silence, loss and sadness, Strengthened the demons residing in my mind. Yet I tried to fade the reality with flashes of soothing memories. Hoping, that the lost silvery rays of my past, would overpower the dark entities residing within me. Although I knew quite well, they were feeding on the darkness I myself created. Now I was nearing my end, Like the moth nearing the alight candle. Happiness, contentment, love, And every little soothing emotion was lost in the silhouette created by  the dark entities who claimed my mind their home. Adding to their darkness were the shadows of eerie disappointment. All relief was now hidden in some unreachable fraction, of the dark labyrinth my mind now was. I was deluged in insecurities, finally accepting my worthlessness. Yet a latent emotion called hope, still managed to swim in the dark waters of the abysmal pit of despondency which was engulfing my mind like a black hole. I moved my fragile body and tried to stand. And with the little strength that was left, I tried to calm the demons residing in me, like a mother trying to calm her weeping infant with a soothing lullaby. I succeeded for a silvery moment, but the momentary relief was lost again. Alas! I knew they were now awake for eternity. Then finally, defeated and hopeless, I shattered like a house of cards forever.
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I softly tread down marble halls, my bare feet echoing on white stone floors that have seen millions of souls just like mine. I pass over the stoop that has felt the endless touch of foreheads prostrate in humble reverence. I stand silently by an altar, coins and offerings scattered at my feet before this monument that is the silent ear for so many unknown prayers. I can almost hear the silent supplications of all those that have come before, endlessly echoing from these golden walls. This place spoke to each of them just as it speaks to so many today, just as it speaks to me. Though my knees do not fold and my lips do not kiss the marble floor, though no muttered scripture falls from my tongue, though the songs on the air remain a mystery and their lyrics tell stories I do not know, though I bring no offering, leave no coin at the petaled base of the altar, even so, my mere presence here has bound me both to this sanctuary and to these strangers. To their prayers. To their alms. To their songs. To their hearts. Every heart that has been bathed in the golden light of peace and charity is forever brightened and strengthened and soothed. And now, my heart is counted among them. Many hearts, One love.
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Feb 11, 2011
Feb 11, 2011 at 12:30 PM UTC
For Amritsar
I am so disappointed...disappointed in love. It had unlocked so many closed doors and exposed my eyes to beautiful sights. It had my heart pounding out of excitement and my tummy in knots. I would close my eyes and feel the warmth of your hug engulf me in its ecstasy... Ecstasy defined as "a state of being carried away by an overwhelming emotion". It felt like I was swept away...lifted off the ground and hung up to soak up this Love. I had no reservations...since this love showed me sights I never knew existed. It had my highest level of thought twisted in gold rims and candy floss...lost in the fairytale that always ends happily. Love. Love. Love. Words formed little bubbles of thrill all around my imagination. Cushioning any doubt I might have. It smoothed the rough edges and made the difficult seem easy. It had me looking forward to a life with you. Looking forward to the fights and smiles, the laughter and cries. I used to tell you your laughter brings so much joy to my heart... Love. I have so many things to tell you. I have so much I want to share with you. I am upset, disappointed...yet I am excited and I still love you, love. When you came along I belonged to the fragile kind, the dreamy kind, those that believed in the impossible. My heart got strengthened with each day, my poems building my broken soul. I can still see you, every second blink has your wonderful face floating by. I blink harder to try and remove any trace of you... Love. Feels like you tore out my heart and smashed it against a high concrete wall. You wore your biggest boot and kicked me in the guts, making me question if I truly deserve you. Love. It had me writing endlessly about the golden embroidery you were adding to my tapestry. Tapestry that details the path of my life...you my Love have been added onto my tapestry. Like it or not. You are there, blending in with the adventures of my life. I will remember you, forever think about you...Love, You will  settle in the depths of my being. Stacked under the "Lost and never found". Time to move....
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Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 2:50 AM UTC
Candy Floss and tears.
I am so disappointed...disappointed in love. It had unlocked so many closed doors and exposed my eyes to beautiful sights. It had my heart pounding out of excitement and my tummy in knots. I would close my eyes and feel the warmth of your hug engulf me in its ecstasy... Ecstasy defined as "a state of being carried away by an overwhelming emotion". It felt like I was swept away...lifted off the ground and hung up to soak up this Love. I had no reservations...since this love showed me sights I never knew existed. It had my highest level of thought twisted in gold rims and candy floss...lost in the fairytale that always ends happily. Love. Love. Love. Words formed little bubbles of thrill all around my imagination. Cushioning any doubt I might have. It smoothed the rough edges and made the difficult seem easy. It had me looking forward to a life with you. Looking forward to the fights and smiles, the laughter and cries. I used to tell you your laughter brings so much joy to my heart... Love. I have so many things to tell you. I have so much I want to share with you. I am upset, disappointed...yet I am excited and I still love you, love. When you came along I belonged to the fragile kind, the dreamy kind, those that believed in the impossible. My heart got strengthened with each day, my poems building my broken soul. I can still see you, every second blink has your wonderful face floating by. I blink harder to try and remove any trace of you... Love. Feels like you tore out my heart and smashed it against a high concrete wall. You wore your biggest boot and kicked me in the guts, making me question if I truly deserve you. Love. It had me writing endlessly about the golden embroidery you were adding to my tapestry. Tapestry that details the path of my life...you my Love have been added onto my tapestry. Like it or not. You are there, blending in with the adventures of my life. I will remember you, forever think about you...Love, You will  settle in the depths of my being. Stacked under the "Lost and never found". Time to move....
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#A year older, a year wiser A wisdom always in the making Nourished by experience Vitaminized by failures Strengthened by aspirations Built on the foundation of hope! Year after year Brick after brick Wiser Cemented by determination Watered by dreams Cracked by blows Repaired by a mason Working round the clock Anointing healing! Get up man. *You are a year older But a year wiser* And the fruits of this wisdom Often unseen Oftener unknown Ripen inside And then no more just yours Scatter in the surround Beget nurseries of wisdom Building, vitaminizing, strengthening Repairing healing Your foundation Your hope!#
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Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 10:39 AM UTC
A Year Older, A Year Wiser
In Battalion, Misery is served in a thousand ways. Misery is served in buckets of rain and hours of wind. Unyielding, soul-sucking cold and wet. Porous jungle boots that invite the frigid water in and soften your feet for a relentless 30 mile march. Misery is served in a stifling aircraft flying Nap of the Earth. A nauseating rollercoaster ride that never fails to elicit chain reaction vomiting from the paratroopers rigged to jump. Misery is served at pool PT When your arms and legs feel like lead and drowning is a better alternative than the aquatic torture that you’re enduring. Misery is served during blistering Company runs led by the Commander who was a college decathlete. Runs where the strongest of us pulled aside, emptied our stomachs, and rejoined the formation. Misery is served by no warning alerts separating families and lovers for indefinite periods, sometimes forever. Misery is served by the Spec 4 Mafia Unleashing Hell on new Rangers testing their threshold for **** Misery is served by road marches, prickly heat, Black Palm, and sawgrass. It’s served by desert heat, Arctic cold, and the stench of the world’s worst places. Misery is served by the loss of brothers in war and training, gone too soon to join the Great Ranger in the Sky. Through it all, misery hardened my body and strengthened my soul. It made me a warrior and ushered me into a Brotherhood that will be with me until we all sit at the great table in Valhalla. So on this Veteran’s Day Embrace the **** Endure the pain Invite the Misery For that’s what makes us Men amongst Men Rangers Lead The Way.
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Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 10:34 AM UTC
The Gift of Pain
In Battalion, Misery is served in a thousand ways. Misery is served in buckets of rain and hours of wind. Unyielding, soul-sucking cold and wet. Porous jungle boots that invite the frigid water in and soften your feet for a relentless 30 mile march. Misery is served in a stifling aircraft flying Nap of the Earth. A nauseating rollercoaster ride that never fails to elicit chain reaction vomiting from the paratroopers rigged to jump. Misery is served at pool PT When your arms and legs feel like lead and drowning is a better alternative than the aquatic torture that you’re enduring. Misery is served during blistering Company runs led by the Commander who was a college decathlete. Runs where the strongest of us pulled aside, emptied our stomachs, and rejoined the formation. Misery is served by no warning alerts separating families and lovers for indefinite periods, sometimes forever. Misery is served by the Spec 4 Mafia Unleashing Hell on new Rangers testing their threshold for **** Misery is served by road marches, prickly heat, Black Palm, and sawgrass. It’s served by desert heat, Arctic cold, and the stench of the world’s worst places. Misery is served by the loss of brothers in war and training, gone too soon to join the Great Ranger in the Sky. Through it all, misery hardened my body and strengthened my soul. It made me a warrior and ushered me into a Brotherhood that will be with me until we all sit at the great table in Valhalla. So on this Veteran’s Day Embrace the **** Endure the pain Invite the Misery For that’s what makes us Men amongst Men Rangers Lead The Way.
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Love saved my life It wasn’t long ago when I received the call I remember it like yesterday It was bed time ready to crashed when the township called expressing my brother had expired someone had took his life shot him in the head At that very moment my entire life shattered into a million pieces nowhere to be found Quickly I rushed to the hospital in the hope maybe he was still breathing, still moving but the outcome was everything but that Few days after we’ve put him to rest in his last resting place he was only nineteen Felt like a dream refused to believed i prayed to God to not allowed it  be true when I awake day dreaming But sooner and later you always always have to wake up Hatred strengthened to a point I was ready for war with whomever involved Strapped ready to fight when I realized because of my faith this wasn’t the way for I’ll rot in hell Not long after depression  kicked in started hearing voices all through my head Voices I didn’t recognized whispering to me It was time to joined him meaning my brother to a better place I remember I sat in my car with my glock clacked back against my temple ready to pulled the trigger when my phone vibrated  and said It was from love I decided to answered and told her my story had no more desire to live This was my good bye Then I started crying and she cried along with me and prayed with me tell me to come home   she’ll make this better she didn’t want to lose me in a word she was carrying my son which I’ve heard for the first time ever It was at that moment when  my life started over a clean slate at a new life and still today our love has grown stronger she showed me the love I always needed this  woman is the reason I did not drown In my depression In my sorrow In my anger Everyday she came looking for me I knew how blessed I am to have her in my life today This is my reason I care for those Who haven’t find love and have no one to call their own Because truly I truly don’t know what would I do today without my wife in my life for She is my treasure and the reason this is my reason I’ll always choose           Love
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Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 9:57 AM UTC
Love Saved My Life
Love saved my life It wasn’t long ago when I received the call I remember it like yesterday It was bed time ready to crashed when the township called expressing my brother had expired someone had took his life shot him in the head At that very moment my entire life shattered into a million pieces nowhere to be found Quickly I rushed to the hospital in the hope maybe he was still breathing, still moving but the outcome was everything but that Few days after we’ve put him to rest in his last resting place he was only nineteen Felt like a dream refused to believed i prayed to God to not allowed it  be true when I awake day dreaming But sooner and later you always always have to wake up Hatred strengthened to a point I was ready for war with whomever involved Strapped ready to fight when I realized because of my faith this wasn’t the way for I’ll rot in hell Not long after depression  kicked in started hearing voices all through my head Voices I didn’t recognized whispering to me It was time to joined him meaning my brother to a better place I remember I sat in my car with my glock clacked back against my temple ready to pulled the trigger when my phone vibrated  and said It was from love I decided to answered and told her my story had no more desire to live This was my good bye Then I started crying and she cried along with me and prayed with me tell me to come home   she’ll make this better she didn’t want to lose me in a word she was carrying my son which I’ve heard for the first time ever It was at that moment when  my life started over a clean slate at a new life and still today our love has grown stronger she showed me the love I always needed this  woman is the reason I did not drown In my depression In my sorrow In my anger Everyday she came looking for me I knew how blessed I am to have her in my life today This is my reason I care for those Who haven’t find love and have no one to call their own Because truly I truly don’t know what would I do today without my wife in my life for She is my treasure and the reason this is my reason I’ll always choose           Love
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I have a right to stand I'm claiming it now. Turangawaewae; 'a place to stand' Is a deep empowerment from the land Learnt through ancestral connection Strengthened through ahi ka; 'keeping the fires burning' Well, my ancestral stories ain't so impressive There were few battles Though my granddad worked for the air force in world war two - As an accountant We didn't encounter the gods or try to bring down the sun Though when my Grandma arrived here she built up the soil Soul of the Earth For 70 years As the city sprang up around her And my mother aged 11 played follow the leader with a goat in the next door construction site Where her house is now My uncle found an old mans false teeth in a cup Climbing through an abandoned house My aunt visited James K Baxter's Jerusalem She wasn't a fan of his poetry But his wisdom spoke to her My other aunts jumped through the neighbours trees Who threatened to shoot them My father followed my mother here After her O.E with my sister in the oven He ******* about John Key as much as anyone And praises this land; it is home. I stood on a windy cliff surrounded by pohutukawa and learnt the whisper of the sea Roughing it on an island I tried determinedly to turn into a pukeko I got my first cut, bruise, scrape from this land My first breath, poem, touch of a violin, my first kiss was here I know the rough patches, the fringe scene, where the best soil is (It's at my grams house) I know how to spot a drug house, which cafes will let us jam, where the open mics are 5 days of the week. I know Kirikiriroa. My fires have been burning And I have a right to stand I have learnt through my own evolution Through Janet Frame's railroad country Through a history Cities growing and spreading They weren't just here As it has always seemed to me. The countryside, what was here before? Landscapes of forest and mountain Familiar yet unknown to me. When I go away I will know the difference When I return I will know this land The depth recognized through contrast Defined by difference As the sun and moon complement Light and dark Sorrow and joy And, As in yin and yang I will know nothing is completely separate. When I go away I will know So fully And I will return and say: This is my place to stand My turangawaewae My Aotearoa
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Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 7:24 PM UTC
Turangawaewae
I have a right to stand I'm claiming it now. Turangawaewae; 'a place to stand' Is a deep empowerment from the land Learnt through ancestral connection Strengthened through ahi ka; 'keeping the fires burning' Well, my ancestral stories ain't so impressive There were few battles Though my granddad worked for the air force in world war two - As an accountant We didn't encounter the gods or try to bring down the sun Though when my Grandma arrived here she built up the soil Soul of the Earth For 70 years As the city sprang up around her And my mother aged 11 played follow the leader with a goat in the next door construction site Where her house is now My uncle found an old mans false teeth in a cup Climbing through an abandoned house My aunt visited James K Baxter's Jerusalem She wasn't a fan of his poetry But his wisdom spoke to her My other aunts jumped through the neighbours trees Who threatened to shoot them My father followed my mother here After her O.E with my sister in the oven He ******* about John Key as much as anyone And praises this land; it is home. I stood on a windy cliff surrounded by pohutukawa and learnt the whisper of the sea Roughing it on an island I tried determinedly to turn into a pukeko I got my first cut, bruise, scrape from this land My first breath, poem, touch of a violin, my first kiss was here I know the rough patches, the fringe scene, where the best soil is (It's at my grams house) I know how to spot a drug house, which cafes will let us jam, where the open mics are 5 days of the week. I know Kirikiriroa. My fires have been burning And I have a right to stand I have learnt through my own evolution Through Janet Frame's railroad country Through a history Cities growing and spreading They weren't just here As it has always seemed to me. The countryside, what was here before? Landscapes of forest and mountain Familiar yet unknown to me. When I go away I will know the difference When I return I will know this land The depth recognized through contrast Defined by difference As the sun and moon complement Light and dark Sorrow and joy And, As in yin and yang I will know nothing is completely separate. When I go away I will know So fully And I will return and say: This is my place to stand My turangawaewae My Aotearoa
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Lost. Where am I? Cold earth beneath me; bleak, vast, dripping darkness surrounding me. Alone, and lying at the bottom of the Devil's Kettle. I search inside of myself. I am empty. No mettle to stir, nothing inside myself to waken me from this darkness. Drip, drip, goes the saddening darkness enshrouding me. Once I had zeal. It is hard to imagine now. I am a shell, or not at all myself. There is no help. None who know of the black hole in which I lie. And if they did, how could one reach down a hand to lift me up? God! God! God! The One who blessed me with strength, the One who took my strength. Cast me not headlong; lift me up with your victorious right hand. God! God! God! Day upon day I cry out. Day upon day the earth beneath me lifts up.  Pain, pain, it washes away, weighted chains are falling loose, He elevates my sunken earth. Until the hole I lie in is no longer a hole, but is level earth in the light of day. Birds twitter, flowers are in bloom, the sun is shining through the trees. My world completely changed; and better than last I was here. Life and new song are inside of me. God! God! God! Out of the miry bog you have rescued me and strengthened me anew. Praise! Praise! Praise! Blessed be your name!
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Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 7:36 PM UTC
Devil's Kettle
Though life abounds with blossoms bright, fed and watered, nurtured right; And trees along the river bank, strengthened so, display their might, Saguaro, YOU surprise me most and give the desert dwellers hope. Alone, you stand in arid sands without your roots in greener lands, yet strong and tall and bright, command my respect and awe. Deep inside your prickly skin, you've stored life's sunshine deep within; Though scarce the raindrops from the sky, you've captured each and treasured, "MY!" If I could be like you, what heights I would achieve. And revel in acceptance that, like you, I'm planted right where I should be.
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Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 2:06 AM UTC
Saguaro