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Stuck

by Marky Mark
Stuck here nowhere to go,

Stuck here nowhere to hide,

Stuck here felling so low,

Stuck here lost all my pride.

 

Stuck here Pretending to smile,

Stuck here forcing a grin,

Stuck here gonna be for a while,

Stuck here holding it in.

 

Stuck here they broke my spirit,

Stuck here they broke my heart,

Stuck here starting to fear it,

Stuck here falling apart.

 

Stuck here all on my own,

Stuck here no one to hold,

Stuck here feeling alone,

Stuck here ready to fold.

 

Stuck here trying so hard,

Stuck here just wanna fit,

stuck here permanently scarred,

Stuck here until i quit.

 

They Sit There…

They sit there, and they smile graciously. They sit there and they whisper quietly. They sit there and they move their chair when you come near.

They sit there, and stare, and wonder. They sit there and look away when you look back. They sit there and ignore you when you ask them the time. They shun me, but no longer. Now the jury is coming to tear me apart. I am the monster in the castle, and they are knocking down the door. People fear what they can’t understand? NO! People fear the truth, especially when it shows how meaningless their material based world is. They fear it when you tell them that they are just like me. Just like me. We all are nothing. People fear being nothing. So people fear me, because I tell them the truth. People fear the truth. Fortunately, what people fear, people destroy. So I have been, am now to continue being destroyed by the people. However, this constant destruction only fuels me, because I unfortunately cannot be destroyed. I will only live on to she grin of all.

 

 

Jess B

 

Root

Early one spring I saw a tree,

A most beautiful maple tree with fresh, green leaves,

Smelling sweet and musky like the white shoulders

Of a new maiden.

I plucked a leaf and put it in my heart and kept it there

For seventeen years,

Although I forgot about it for most of that time;

Took my leaf for granted, and when I looked at it, finally,

It had withered, dried and crumbled.

Astonished, distraught, sad, terrified, I threw my leaf away,

And walked back into the forest, which I knew once,

But did no more, so changed and strange to me.

My fear seized my soul; I knew I would parish there alone.

Madly I searched for my tree, for another leaf, but she was gone.

Weeping, I wandered the dense wood, not believing I could find

Another tree.

But, then I stumbled on a root and fell into sweet, wet grass.

I pushed my face deep into the grass, so cool a fragrant,

And felt the root tug at my foot.

I looked up a saw an oak spreading over my, and I saw God.

No leaf would I take from this tree, no branch that could break and fall;

I would take the root.  I would love that root and never lose sight

Of it,

Or neglect it like my leaf

As I held my root, loved her and was joyful in her, I became

A tree,

A sapling first, and from my darling root I gained strength,

And I became a fine tree.  No oak, not even maple, but sturdy,

Confident and able to stand rigors of time and weather;

And my root stayed with me and gave me life.

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My root died last week, fought hard to stay, but her sweet body

Failed.

I am bereft; what will I do without my root, my steadfast hold on

Earth;

My raison d’etre; my avatar of God?

But, I know now, if I look carefully at where you stood,

I will see the Love of God because you, my root, my anchor,

Was all I could  see, and I was fulfilled, but now, now,

My Love, my Darling, I must see God where you were,

Because now you are with God, and I must see the way

So, someday, I can find you.  Te Adoro, my Sweet.

Resignation

resignation sets in I feel I’ve given up, I don’t know where I’m going what I’m doing

has god abandoned me or have I abandoned him and why does the feeling of non- existence washes over me again and again I feel my substance is empty I don’t know whether to let go of this or stay this face is so dear to me I can’t bear to let it go not yet not today not tomorrow why can’t I feel myself why cant I feel another person I don’t know how to live how to move how to write what to do in god’s name what am I supposed to do so that I don’t drown in self absorption what words can I speak or write that have meaning where do I put my tears how do I cry them so that no one sees where do I stuff my hearts disappointments how do I hide the truth how do I welcome death after this matter crumbles into dust where will my soul lift what should I do now this beautiful soul has me trapped I look into his eyes and I can’t bear leaving  leaving that thought can’t bear the pain maybe it’s the right thing to do why don’t I know

the leaves were orange yesterday and now the trees are blooming the time slips through the unlived moments the pain fills the synapse  the thoughts weave the blanket I sleep under every night they keep me cold and frightened and I wake up without god alone in my bed just me and this day like a stranger in the door I can’t welcome

I rest with my fears they are my  dreaded companions I feel trapped because I recognize the truth and it overwhelms me because I know that life is a flickered piece of dust in the workings of the universe the struggle weaves its thread into the quilt of millions of sighs every day it intersects the cries of bliss it disappears into the abyss yet nothing really goes away everything is right now in this moment the world was born and died and I saw it all and now I can’t live the moment because the moment carries the message of death like a “photograph that stops the flow of life” the winds carry my heart to you and you don’t know that it just passed you as you were looking out the window onto the highway my heart flew by and smiled it knew you for a brief second and then you were gone I don’t want you to be a memory a part of the past I reflect on another lost face in the sea of experiences

M. M.

 

The Rain Doth Comfort Me

By Maria O  November 25, 1999

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Tho I remember the sweetest touch of them all

I pray the voice of the rain doth not stop today

For this morning is of silent voices flying through

My mind’s atmosphere like the breath of a child

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‘tis the gasp of my mother & child…of those

Who have fallen, yet my stride takes heed

With the ear of a fawn listening for a twig’s

Aide memoire of fear & a secluded thicket

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If only this sun would not come through the veil

Of soft grays to burn & wither the innocent souls

In my valley today…for now I am quiet & pensive

Within these strange walls that bleed oblivion