Survivors
Not victims
Survivors
They are the ones who screamed to be heard
So now we only have to whisper
They fought when no one believed
When they were shamed, isolated, attacked
But they kept going
Even when they couldn’t see the light at the end of the tunnel
And on their way they left lanterns for us so we wouldn’t be stuck in the dark like them
Too much pain wrestles in my dark,
forcing limps that stifle my spark.
Trekking life's long and winding road,
I seek You for a faith reload.
Praising Your road paved with truth's seed,
I will find where pain does recede.
Dwindling minds
breeds clarity,
exhaling paved trepidation,
as gilded moon tides
shadow my fading lucidity.
The way uphill is paved
With Winter white and cherry lips;
Silver wings filigree-engraved,
Runners’ serpentine-slips.
With Winter white and cherry lips,
Calmness after the blizzard winds.
Runners’ serpentine slips.
A child’s whim, hallelujah hymns.
Calmness after the blizzard winds.
The landscape, a breath of fresh air.
A child’s whim, hallelujah hymns.
Imprint of angel’s fair.
The landscape, a breath of fresh air,
Silver wings filigree-engraved -
Imprint of angel’s fair.
The way uphill is paved.
The Israelites once worshiped a calf made of gold
~ In America that idea never grew old
Who says stop? Road signs, yes. But those who don’t like what is happening. The abused, the neglected, the rejected. Often ladies who don’t want to be fondled by the men they’ve accepted as dates or trysts. There are those that say stop when the drink is being filled and others who express their prohibitive word – STOP – when they’ve finally heard all the bellowing they can take for one round between them and a spouse, a sibling or a child. Stop can mean that a road, whether paved, dirt or vindictive, has finally come to an end and this is where the rubber meets the pavement, where the dog-eared finish meets the truth, where the lifetime meets with its fate and even, possibly, when the heart meets its beat and together, two are merged as another sign, pointing one way. STOP means wait, forget it, pause for just a bit. But, mostly STOP means to bar the way so that no one can say you came to a rolling stop because you know, without a doubt, you absolutely stopped before continuing on your way, discovering the direction of your destiny, your fate.
Just a sign to stop
Unsupervised it is not
Sojourn from the start
A winter storm brought
about six inches of snow,
as the road turned white.
Paved in gold,
paved in gold.
No more sitting alone in front of the fire
awaiting fruition of dreams, awaiting my hearts desire.
Those days were swept away in the chilly falls of yesterdays.
It was a cold and windy season
yet all I can remember are gold leaves swirling without reason.
As gold as the streets in Heaven.
There will be no more,
there will be no more.
No more asking me how I feel,
let's just think about something else.
The answer lies in keeping it real so I'll just keep it to myself.
So long ago I belonged to you.
Heart, soul, mind, body and spirit,
with a will that was stronger than myself.
My spirit danced joyfully within it.
There is grace in age.
G-old-paved path in heaven
I-s in store for the flock;
G-lorify the Lord God,
I-n spite of the block.
B-elieve in the gold-paved path,
A-im at the blissful abode;
R-each the promised paradise,
C-herish the glorious road.
E-verlasting gold-paved path
L-ets you think of true treasure;
L-ife eternal is priceless,
A-s it brings pure pleasure.
N-o more tears and pain, you will be safe from God's wrath;
O-ctober twelfth Thursday, hope for the gold-paved path.
Forty years of bad road,
a path of broken glass
Potholed memories line my thoughts,
devil waiting fast
Daring me—“Retrace your steps,
your quickest way back home”
Forty years of shattered dreams,
—the future paved in stone
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
M-arch thirtieth day turns fine,
A-fter the cold chill has gone;
R-ain and clouds have turned
I-nto a warm morning sun.
S-hadows pass from view as the darkness turns into light;
H-aze has just faded when the dawn is shining bright.
M-ist is now nowhere to find,
O-ne clear day I've seen;
R-adiance from the wide sky
I-dentifies the beautiful scene.
L-onely twilight has ceased,
L-ong night is also over;
A-nother breeze brings joy while I feel the fresh touch of air.
L-ife is truly pain-fraught,
E-ven if the best has been done;
R-ough road though may turn
I-nto a well-paved and smooth
O-ne.
Walking Streets Paved With Nameless Stones
I walk a street paved with nameless stones
shadows of racing strangers I often meet
are empty suits covering faceless bones
Dark spirits that never dare to greet
my hello with anything but angry tones
Perhaps upon seeing my face filled with grief
they remember harm they too have caused
and lives they ended agonizingly brief
Yet once one of them slowed and paused
then danced a jolly jig to my great relief
Who can fathom the mysteries so deep
or lost souls wandering endless streets
with the many dark secrets they keep
Was not I racing on with soulless beats
seeking reprieve while too scared to weep
Robert J. Lindley 04-06-2015
We are living in such a paved jungle!
There are miles of concrete and sidewalks
There are skylights and many skyscrapers,
but we really have to pay attention!
At any corner are waiting: snakes, lions and tigers.
Oh poor walker, can't really enjoy peace and hope ...
It is just the pursuit of happiness!
It's just a struggle for better!
There is just one solution to this crisis,
to eradicate the beasts of our society
and then transform it in a paved garden.
Doing so, the peace and hope will settle in forever.
by Florin Andronic
3/25/2015
kissing the underbelly of a white cloud
becoming perfectly serene in adequate comfort
thinking about you as you keep me warm by continuing to prove me wrong
i let too many things go, but this paradise will not be paved
rubbing the gaseous belly of a butterscotch bunny
enjoying the stunning stillness of actually being settled
thinking about you as you cool me off by continuing to prove me wrong
i let too many things go, but this paradise will not be paved
making my feeble attempt to skate away on a riveting river
praising the Lord for the clear vision of yet another perfectly peaceful day
thinking about you as you calm me down by constantly uplifting my spirits with surefire guarantees
i let too many things go, but this paradise will not be paved
Thank God I Found You....AMEN....
shrubby hills
to right
a world of ocean
to left
cranking pedals
smooth my trail,
can't hear anything,
not even conscious.
wind surfaces to the drum
pedals push
and push while the
ocean rocks and rolls
blue is my serenity,
wind is my savior,
pedals are angelic
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