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Silent but glossy drops of rain that fall
into the psyche of my mind
Transform into the forbidden depths, bringing splashes of clarity
Revelling in the wake of a sudden variation of questions that are
Raised with brows that seem incredulous at the simple answer
That is given, a simple balance or fluctuance that rides between
The two sought after answers of the battle I'm riding through....


Pieces of a chess board scatters my energies, having to recenter myself daily to work out what I want, to compromise what everyone wants from me, as a angel on my shoulder, and an devil on the other shoulder persuading me into a temptation that should never happen yet it does, always the incessant wish for change and yet it doesn't happen....

I'm the catalyst to the change...

...introspection spikes as i put my words into motion, sadness renders from all directions as the battle is won but the war isn't over yet, still gotta live through tomorrow where it begins all over again, frustrations rise higher than anticipated, people want more from me for what I'm prepared to give, my mind just can't take it anymore...

Is option out of life the easy way out? No, its not. Nor is giving up. Only one way to go which is onwards and upwards, forwards with might, for that way, only things in my life will change. And maybe, just maybe, some joy will come of it...

He is his usual talkative self today.
I can hear him from blocks away.
He is first, he is the loudest
In the midst of where the crowd is.
Like any cult leader
To many true believers
He is God in the flesh
No a demagogue at best.
In front mics and megaphone
His drum beats like a metronome,
Spinning tales taller
Than drunken men in parlours.
He talks socialism and "wokeness"
To the forgotten and the hopeless,
Inflaming passions
With whatever he imagines.
He is a traveling merchant
Of the reality alternate.
When truth is inconvenient
There can be no agreement.
Whose gonna save his soul?
He's broken hes never been whole.
He is a bottomless pit.
He was always "Unfit"
And a burning place below is beckoning
One day soon there'll be a reckoning!
WBJS 6/2/22

The Grandfather clock struck midnight
In the distance, acknowledged, in my awareness
The rest of the street remained quiet,
Except for the sounds of the leaves
As they crunched beneath my feet

A gleam of moonlight shone through the window
Within the gap between the purple curtains
The climbing roses descended along the back
Of the settee, dust brushed beneath my fingertip
As I swirled my name on the mahogany surface
Of the sideboard

In that one moment, memories are captured
Tears fell, like raindrops, stirring the sadness
In my soul, long forgotten times of old
That had filled my psyche with stories of gold

The finess of fear had danced with the scent of
Death as it participated in a parody of a spoiled Life
Style was not its finer moments when the envy arose
From the depths of darkness, toying with the devils' mits
Clasped in chains, my body had driven away all inklings
Of Depression, of doubt, already, too early on in life

Now there wasn't much time left to think about it
All in its entirety of darkness did parry itself with fright
But it only showed indefinitely...
When I decided to turn on the light

Who are you, I'd like to know
For you leave my soul so hollow
You entered my life, and then
Something changed, can't tell you when

I'm not sure when you arrived
But it didn't take long for you to thrive
To lock my heart, deep inside
Somewhere in there, you reside

Rest assured, my dear, with ease
I've been here, always, to appease
Though I had to intervene
For I wanted you to glean

At first, I let you be
I didn't interfere, you see
I didn't want to cause you pain
Or drive you to disdain

But when you intervened
You made me seem so weaned
Like my heart's turned to stone
And won't be loved, it's known

I know this, my dear, it's true
But it's for your own good, too
For if you don't love, you'll find
You won't suffer in your mind

So what do you want me to do?
Stay alone and silent, too?
How long do you think I'll last?
Living life, steadfast

Don't worry anymore
It's better off, I'm sure
If someone comes along
And you believe they belong

I promise, I'll let you go
To love her too, you know
And if she loves you back
Together, you'll stay on track

So do you give me your word
That you won't cause me hurt?
And that you're not with me
Just for your own decree

You haven't realized
That we're just one in disguise
I am you, and you are me
Created by God's decree

You can trust me, without fail
And you'll see, your life will prevail
I wouldn't cause you pain
For in your body, I remain

So now, let me tell myself
What has been, shouldn't dwell
I'll make peace within my mind
And hope that happiness, I'll find

Face it
Death’s a bit of a disappointment

I hope nothing will be spoiled here
but it is definitely not what
it’s been cut out to be

Its colossal build-up over the centuries
is absolutely unjustified
and its terrifying caricatures
often used for intimidation purposes
merely increase anxiety

If Thought is monotone
(as has been said) then
one's last living expression might
well be classified as deadpan!

Those very few who were suddenly reprieved
seconds before their final exit
can testify that they were not treated to a movie
of their entire life's doings…
They did not beg for God-Aid
or bawl out "save me doctor" or "why me?”
or "long live the republic"

No
Sadly the end scenario is about as stimulating as say
the lowering of a theatre’s fire-safety curtain

Death it seems is a purely matter-of-fact affair

Say Hi and Say Hello everybody its means am still alive

If I am the ‘me’
that decides what I see
and thus am an ‘I’ not a ‘we’
why do I hear so many ‘I’s
proclaiming themselves to be ‘we’?

i.e.,
“we are all equal
we must be free
we should be saving
the world…”

I don’t recall
my consent to agree
that the ‘I’ known as ‘me’
be sandwiched between
their ‘I’ and my ‘me’

The ‘me’ that I own
is my own by decree
As my true wannabee
I inhabit quite free
my own nutty tree!

I want to give you a recipe for youth: find an intelligent and reliable man and let him kiss you, all wrinkles disappear from passion.

Sigh quietly, raise your chest slightly, as if you are starting to feel sad, and gesture with your eyes to the embrace.

Well, then - let him hug you

Remember that youth is love! Envy, gossip, and anger are diseases

To maintain eternal youth, falling in love renews blood and relieves stress, depression and fatigue!

Stitch by stitch, weave your tapestry of growth,
Embrace the lessons, both humble and loath.
Each thread represents progress made,
Self-improvement's masterpiece, to never fade.

Sometimes I felt like a waterfall
Where water never stops to fall
There are times I want to cry
But I don't know why

The pain hurts so bad
Small things makes me feel mad
Pain relievers are the best
I hold it all in my valuable chest

They say hydrogen peroxide is the key
But it is absolutely not a guarantee
I don't want to stain my dress
Because that causes me a lot of stress

I can't believe I'm writing this
I just want to say my piece
I experience monthly hell
That it is hard for others to tell