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"willfull" poems
Fooling clouds cross my view passing hurts and pleasures. Blue on white on white on blue 'till black has broken through. I dreamt that it finally died last night, that it was truely over. Waves of guilt and fear to carry me away until I could see no longer that place where I started from and I no longer knew that place I was headed to. Now, I gather stones for my tomb, while with willfull eyes study my peers, lips pursed tight they have closed their hearts, closed up tight to my falling tears. Yes, it is I, it is me, I cry, feeling condemed by the unspoken lie. A lie to weigh heavy on my bent back body. Heavy as Christ's cross responsible for all souls lost. Then, I stumble and I fall as I carry the burden upwards to Golgotha of the skull. If to think is to act then burning after the crash, the fire's glow brings forth the desire to let go. Letting go, why does it have to be so hard    to come by. leaving me so hard      done      by. A selfish act, done not from class, no more from strenght than from a weakness. An action out of chaos in the absence of bliss. The ShadowLand, where grief clings to my name and to their person, asking of today to stride with a limp, and of yesterday, to crawl and beg. Forgiveness would be the task in hand. A ticket for some far and distant shore. Safe passage away from ShadowLand. Bent, but not broken, while the pain of its death runs deep. Not until hatred is spent and words of kindness are spoken will forgiveness be complete. Only one way to forgive, that would be, completely. Only one way to live, that would be completely. Anything less misses the mark, comes from the head and not from the heart. And so it remains that for me to be free, I stand at the threshold of forgiveness and stand ready to turn the key..... © 1999 All Rights Reserved
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Jun 18, 2012
Jun 18, 2012 at 7:20 AM UTC
The ShadowLand
Fooling clouds cross my view passing hurts and pleasures. Blue on white on white on blue 'till black has broken through. I dreamt that it finally died last night, that it was truely over. Waves of guilt and fear to carry me away until I could see no longer that place where I started from and I no longer knew that place I was headed to. Now, I gather stones for my tomb, while with willfull eyes study my peers, lips pursed tight they have closed their hearts, closed up tight to my falling tears. Yes, it is I, it is me, I cry, feeling condemed by the unspoken lie. A lie to weigh heavy on my bent back body. Heavy as Christ's cross responsible for all souls lost. Then, I stumble and I fall as I carry the burden upwards to Golgotha of the skull. If to think is to act then burning after the crash, the fire's glow brings forth the desire to let go. Letting go, why does it have to be so hard    to come by. leaving me so hard      done      by. A selfish act, done not from class, no more from strenght than from a weakness. An action out of chaos in the absence of bliss. The ShadowLand, where grief clings to my name and to their person, asking of today to stride with a limp, and of yesterday, to crawl and beg. Forgiveness would be the task in hand. A ticket for some far and distant shore. Safe passage away from ShadowLand. Bent, but not broken, while the pain of its death runs deep. Not until hatred is spent and words of kindness are spoken will forgiveness be complete. Only one way to forgive, that would be, completely. Only one way to live, that would be completely. Anything less misses the mark, comes from the head and not from the heart. And so it remains that for me to be free, I stand at the threshold of forgiveness and stand ready to turn the key..... © 1999 All Rights Reserved
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My breathing picks up when you swing your hand and in a second, makes contact with my bare skin. Your tongue makes its way into my depth- with synchronized kissing. Clouding my thoughts. Snakes wrapped themselves around my body. Tiny flicks around my ear. My hearing is barricaded with heavy breathing and muffled cries. Strong iron clamps around my neck, constricting my breathing and thrusts ever so violent. My nails, they dig into the sheets. Knuckles turn white. My cheeks are tinged, with lipstick shade red. Fast-paced, synchronized dancing in compromising positions. Sweat covered sheets, strong aroma of love. Hazy eyes, deep breaths. Chest heaving slowly, as arms fall to the sides. White sheets seeping, when bodies are intertwined. You whisper words of affection, deceit. And you lay there - full from your so called love. When all that really made you full, was the knowledge - the power over my willfull submission.
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Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 12:18 PM UTC
Power Trip
this song will tell the count of bones sleeping what call to arms does break the peace again there is no cause but willfull mind unfolding blades to human throats just us again greed calls to all and is heard by many loudly no place other than ego bliss i speak amid the stars in my own meaning no source of war but loving kiss
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Oct 18, 2023
Oct 18, 2023 at 4:12 PM UTC
bones 19/9/8a
Tear at my flesh you still can never reach my soul Daring and Willfull trying to get in despite the pain Knuckles bruised not once giving up wanting to reach there For you see you can't hurt me I'm blessed in this flesh Reincarnation built this fence around me Sadly you will lose as , I stand here looking into your hell Seeing what once was a human now all , I see is the sad sad weaker of you I live in spite of you and you will never reach what's mine my soul is human © Jennifer L Delong 🦏1/22/2018
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Mar 26, 2021
Mar 26, 2021 at 9:45 AM UTC
••Human••
What if your eyes came back to me A thousand years from now When both our bodies have turned to dust Countless times. What if I caught you In the face of a stranger A perfect stranger. What if I knew those eyes What if my own welled with tears of forgotten grief How can this be? As I recalled fluttering skirts Wild laughter Dark curling hair A ski slope nose and a love too powerful for one being to contain. What if I capture your eyes infinities from now and still know them. What will they say? How will they prove souls exist and that ours found the other in the face of a perfect stranger. How will they prove that love exists beyond the boundries of mans wonderments that is is beyond full understanding and follows souls between bodies. Why waste our time trying to disprove and play down such a mysterious thing as love When we are here to bask in it To learn from it To grow from it And create a love that exists beyond the cage of human flesh That expands into the very atoms we are made of and travels through the soft willfull passing of time What if I told you I loved you enough To travel beyond the stars Beyond the dust we are made of What if I told you my soul loves yours Infinitly. I know thousands of years from now When both our bodies have turned to dust Countless times We will find eachother in the face of perfect strangers And recognize the eyes in which the soul lives That knows no bounds
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Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 1:36 AM UTC
Reincarnation
In a garden where snakes do play I frolic in wonder toward their caves Ripened they gather your flaws As you play my harp with your golden bone claws
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Sep 1, 2010
Sep 1, 2010 at 11:38 PM UTC
Willfull Surrender
Movement The small scurry beneath the great oak The snout grey soft furry Probing Searching for tid bits the branches have tossed down The wet squelch of aged moss yeilding, ever yeilding to the doe's delicate step the fawns bumbling run the mountain lion's deadly stalk. Yeilding and releasing and comforting Embracing with a soft squelch. Water feeds the velvet plant Nourishing, it flows across rounded stones bubbles beneath the majestic fern dances with the sharp spice of wild ginger The roots Twining beneath the rich fragrance of the earth Grasping crawling settling wrapping thin unbreakable arms tight holding enduring thriving Laying a knotted earthy trail for all critters to run Laying a strong base for boulders to rest Paws to trod and blood to settle, sink, return to the Deep rich earth. No past No future Just the soft willfull passing of time.
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Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 1:30 AM UTC
Wild
Ha Only God. We think we know. Drunk on the blood of fools We like to show Off But He who sits in the heavens Playfully scoffs And sends the enemy into derision. Willfull vision Not prison I final inquisition Not what or how but why Eventually you will find Peace
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Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 3:05 PM UTC
Perfection
Silence drapes the day as the African sun beats down While the birds sing and flutter from branch to branch, sweet mother nature's melodies carried on the breeze. Blue skies filled with dreams , not a pillow of cloud in sight. So here I sit and fill my soul reminiscing of conversations from our time spent together words turn in my mind , painting portraits willfull wishes , hopes and aspirations. Angels Wings , You my Beauty Oh how I feel blessed
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Aug 23, 2017
Aug 23, 2017 at 6:30 AM UTC
An Ode
Tear at my flesh you still can never reach my soul Daring and Willfull trying to get in despite the pain Knuckles bruised not giving up wanting to reach there for you see you can't hurt me I'm blessed in this flesh Reincarnation built this fence around me Sadly you will lose as , I stand here looking into your hell Seeing what once was human now all , I see is the sad sad weaker of you I live in spite of you and you will never reach what's mine my soul is human © Jennifer L Dlg 1/22/2018
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Nov 11, 2024
Nov 11, 2024 at 11:41 PM UTC
➰➿HUMAN➿➰
Inspiration Muse I must find some This significant curiosity Has hit me And it controls desires Incomplete infinite desires Star staring Sun stroking Burst Vibrant Zoned out Out of wordly time In own space In own mind With filled up love Lust flowing over Inside Pickets Flowers Dandelion Satire Willfull Controlled Free essence Run faster Come inside Sit down Share share Your desires
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Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 12:31 PM UTC
untitled overture
Tear at my flesh you still can never reach my soul Daring and Willfull trying to get in despite the pain Knuckles bruised not once giving up wanting to reach there For you see you can't hurt me I'm blessed in this flesh Reincarnation built this fence around me Sadly you will lose as , I stand here looking into your hell Seeing what once a human now all , I see is the sad sad weaker of you I live in spite of you and you will never reach what's mine my soul is human © Jennifer L Dlg 1/22/20
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Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 1:43 PM UTC
Human