Feeling dead
Nowhere to turn
Dead beat ex
I'm stuck
No way of freeing myself
Finances so intertwined
Like a tumour
Attached to something vital
"We can't operate I'm afraid.
Too risky"
How did I let this happen?
So insidious
So slow
A parasite. Unseen, leaching, infecting, invading, taking, taking, taking.
Eventually, clarity. The alternative.
So often dismissed now better than the present.
But I must pay for my blindness.
I must pay the price for hope.
I cannot be set free
Like a prison sentence.
And, by the way,
Don't bother looking up
Don't pray or ask for divine help.
Help,
If there is any,
Is ground level.
Friends, family, gestures, kind words, hugs, a sympathetic emoji in a motivational text.
You've got this
You are strong
I believe in you.
No choice. Hold tight, wait for better days.
Nothing is permanent.
Lean into the love and the sun will shine again some day.
Protect your mental health
Even on your job
When your employer try
To bully and take advantage
My mistreating you and
Invading your personal life
And space after work hours
You whirl, you whir, a sparkler with no plan.
A frantic rush, chasing all you think you can.
Each flip is fragile, fleeting, never really sown.
A scatter gun feast, that leaves you all alone.
You blaze as if the world will soon ignite.
Your tiny body burns with furious light.
Your haste is commanding, yet what is it worth?
Without pausing to taste the fleeting mirth?
The garden knows your madness; it makes it clear,
That no blossom trusts your beat to linger near.
You skim, you dart, you never claim the whole.
For your shallow sips can never fill the soul.
A slower hand, will plant, endure and stay,
Learning the patient slow cadence of the day.
For haste will scatter, shatter what was planned,
Quickly yielding the dust you cannot stand.
Why do you not linger longer at what you sip?
Your feet are a blur; your body is a whip.
But, why this panicked, fevered, fleeting chase?
What force is driving you at such a pace?
Can menacing winds command you to not rest?
Or are rivals sneaking in, invading your nest?
You know a steady heart, outlasts a flashing one.
Playing slow and stead get the victory won.
The untamed waters
Bridled by the dragon's pearls
In the Empress's hand
Tides recede at her command
Her foe's ships were trapped in sand
Swallowed by the seas
Then the waves flicker
Once thirteen hundred years pass
Buried tales emerge
Ships surrounded Sunc'hon's Fort
To crush an invading force
A war raged at Choson's shores
Ancient echoes din
Oceans drew back, and recalled
Old tales etched in seas
Once again, a fleet was trapped
Where wind and waves take the ground
Who can deny victory?
THE SEVERE IDENTITY THEFT UPON MYAMERICAN FAMILY JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY HOME INVASIONS 2003 SEARCHING FOR MILITARY PASSPORTS SHOT RECORDS IDENTIFICATION CARDS KNIGHTS OF COLUMBUS BADGES MORTAGE MEDICAL DOCUMENTS FOR HER CRIMINAL GROUP OF ILLEGAL IMMAGRANTS FALSIFYING MARRIAGE BIRTH CERTIFICATES FOR THE MANY MEMBERS OF GARGANO STABLE OF TWISTED FEMALE IDENTITY THIEVES HOME INVASIONS BREAK INS HACKING INTO OUR LIVES MAIL FRAUD WIRE FRAUD INSURANCE FRAUD TRICKLING DOWN THROUGH CANADA JAMAICA MEXICO AUSTRALIA ILLEGAL IMMIGRANTS ATTEMPTS USING MY IDENTITY IN ORDER TO ENTER AMERICA FALSIFYING DOCUMENTS TO WORK ILLEGALLY IN AMERICA LAWN SERVICE ILLEGAL CONTRACTS TRULY SAD BEWARE OF THESE CRIMINAL GROUPS BREAKING INTO HOMES FOR DOCUMENTS TO FALSIFY TO ALLOW CRIMINALS IDENTITY FRAUD TO STAY IN AMERICA SORRY J2 ACN LEAVE MY AMERICAN FAMILY ALONE MY HUSBAND AND I SURVIVED THIS HORRID WRATH IN AMERICA IN WHICH I REPORTED TO THE FBI 2003 IMMIGRANTS JAMAICAN FEMALES ARRIVED WITH A GUNMAN TO MURDER ME 23 YEARS LATER THEY RETURNED SHOOTING MY PLANTS THREATENED MY NEW HUSBAND AND I INTIMIDATING IMPERSONATING OUR IDENTITIES INVADING ICE WITH IDENTITY FRAUD
Oh, to grow old with you, if such a thing
could be: a dream, a wish, a fantasy
that keeps invading day and night and all
the minutes in-between with words that sing
and weave the interlocking tapestry
of hope begun and hope denied; darkfall~
within the blackest night it hides beyond
rigid boundaries of insanity,
and still I wait to hear the heart's true call
of wondrous hope writ large by wayward wand's
cabal.
Often quiet evenings, when I read,
Memories of you softly intrude
Times when you were my only need
Heady days of a love we pursued
and saw only in glasses rose hued.
Thoughts surface I wish would move on,
as unknown others invade my sleep.
They are interlopers, quickly spawned,
spreading fantasies that grow and creep,
like tangled vines invading my sleep.
Dreams of you lie easy on my eyes
memories tossed and tumbled with time.
Although the past may wear a disguise
discarding thoughts we'd like to decline
I like thoughts of you caressing mine
Memories are stored of long-ago past,
as your sweet face invades my mind
with sunshine days that will always last.
They're a treasure we happened to find
while intrusive thoughts are left behind.
Intruders
Invasive interlopers
Encroaching on the edge
Of thought
Prowlers invading
The sanctity of the soul
Clumsy burglars
Violating the boundaries
Of whispered secrets
Purring cat burglars
Seeking comfort
Silhouettes glide into my forest dream
Draped in ash haunting foggy mindscreen
My despair slithering through furrowed twigs
Relentlessly invading unconscious thought,
Father, I still run with you past winter's dirge.
Contest of nette onclaud , Color My Mood
May 22, 2025
*Poem's Note is locked
The Problem of Europe.
Christianity is a rising mist I normally do not bother to
think of I dislike all religions as ill omens told fairytales
demanding to be taken seriously.
The worship of Jesus could have been a friendly affair
bewildered vicars talking about peace and thanking
the ladies for the beautiful flowers.
Until one remembers the Bush and Blair two knights
who wedges war against Islam by invading Iraq and
fight a religion all good Christians and Hebrews detest.
So if you thought religious wars were of the past
you’re wrong the western occupiers of Palestine are
but a religious war. Israel is a European enclave.
In Europe, Islam is a strong, demanding alien force
that we must not give in to, but we must
respect their discipline, devotion, and morality.
Should the good people of Europe find I slam a better
and more fulfilling religion than our Christianity, it is
because our culture is spent and insipid.
The shifting color-way of the sea,
from comfortable to extreme in dress.
Trash is not carried fashionably,
do not slap on this trend of distress.
There’s an image we strive to maintain,
I promise this does nothing for it.
A sad faux pas leaves only disdain.
The salty sweet smile of the ocean
conveys your long held in aggression.
No way to say this delicately,
it’s destructive to be this careless.
Can’t argue with a necessity
yet we live with this disgusting mess.
Dimethyl sulfide and acid rain
invading your senses bit by bit.
Pollution’s such an awful refrain.
Let beach couture call you to action,
and Mother Earth write out the caption.
Loving lips soft and wet
I want to feel your tenderness
And your kiss is my red wine
Give me a sip if only in mind
You must exist for I am here
And I keep dreaming of you dear
Fantasy of brown masculinity
Invading my dreams like a Viking
Images
Frozen in time, as time passes by,
A time to be born, A time to die.
Fleeting memories, lost in the mind,
Robs me of memories, left behind.
The swirling mist, is rolling in,
Invading my senses, pulling me in.
On the edge of in sanity, I struggle to feel,
No long aware, of what is illusion, or real.
I think I see shadows, inside the mist,
I call them for answers, I must insist.
Leave me alone, or set me free,
Let me remember, let me be me.
Images haunt me in my dreams,
My mind is empty, I hear myself scream.
As the mist rolls away, leaving nothing the same,
I realize, I don't even remember my name.
In the stillness of the night, I find,
A haunting fear that clouds my mind.
What if the day should come too soon,
When fate decides to change its tune?
Your laughter, like a melody,
The anchor to my sanity.
Yet shadows loom, and whispers creep,
Invading dreams when I should sleep.
I clutch your hand, so warm and strong,
Afraid that life might do us wrong.
What if a breath, a chance, a sigh,
Would steal away my heart's reply?
A world without your touch, your voice,
Is not a world, but empty noise.
The thought alone, a silent scream,
That wakes me from a restless dream.
For every moment, every glance,
A precious gift, a fleeting chance.
I hold you closer, breathe you in,
For fear that time might wear us thin.
But in this fear, a love so pure,
A bond that time could not obscure.
Though future's veil may hide the path,
Our souls entwine beyond its grasp.
Forever, I am here with you ,
Through every dawn and evening dew.
And though I fear what might arise,
Our love remains, beneath the skies.
Love’s the elixir that banishes grief,
an infant sucking on his mother’s breast,
two childhood friends lost in banter and jest,
an ambedo trace granting soul relief.
Joy is soul’s diamond but ego’s the thief,
employing thought spirals that do not rest,
taking control by invading heart’s nest,
yet when touched by love, we turn a new leaf.
Octaves of love, the hues of a rainbow,
colours distinct, yet remaining entwined,
one with the universe, a seamless whole,
where boundaries blur when we bend down low,
lotus in full bloom, with bliss beats aligned,
music of the spheres and song of our soul.
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