Poetry & Art

@BoD – you asked, so here it is…. don’t say I didn’t warn you… and everyone else!

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This is for biscut,

the one of Death,

who once said

this is my last breath.

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He thought it was time

to end it all,

it didn’t work out,

for the good of us all.

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I understand,

you still feel the same,

I’m just glad

you’re still in the Game.

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The feelings you have

and the emotions that are there,

let them out here

where […]

A little ditty about how tiring life can be. Hope you enjoy and thanks for the cyberspace – FTS

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Like stone gets eroded

by wind and rain,

my soul wears thin

from suffering and pain.

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The raging river

of self-doubt and guilt,

leaves me at the bottom,

with the rocks and the silt.

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Through all of lifes trials,

I have been tumbled and tossed,

I look within

to see what I’ve lost.

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My […]

This is something I wrote 13 years ago, when I was feeling a helluva lot better. I know some folks don’t want to hear it, they don’t have to read it. Some people here need friends, and that’s what this is about…. being friends. Not just saying you are, but actually being there when needed.  It’s on the long side, sorry.

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Lately I’ve been feeling

like I really don’t fit in,

I don’t know where I’m going,

I’m ashamed of where I’ve been.

It doesn’t seem to matter,

where I go or what I do,

the people with whom I can relate

seem to be a precious few.

I can’t put my finger on […]

 My Soul is a china shop

that a bull has already run thru.

What’s left on the shelf,

teetering and fragile,

will fall at the slightest move.

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My Psyche lies broken

into a million pieces on the floor,

in order to clean up

and put things in order,

you have to walk on the rubble, making more.

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The door is open

and I’ve finally chased the bull out.

There ain’t much left

and the resulting mess,

has left a lot of concern and doubt.

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Once again, thanks to all for you encouragement and kind words.

Last night is a good example of why I wrote the poem about sleep. I didn’t get much and that’s all I really wanted to do. Just go to sleep and be numb/immune to the demons. As a result of my restless night, I have more prose 🙂

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“BLENDED”

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I feel like I’ve been in a blender,

dazed and confused, with mixed up emotions,

a psyche so fragile and tender.

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Bruised, beaten and battered,

cracked like glass, I don’t dare move

or my Soul will certainly shatter.

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Achingly sore, not numb,

pain so intense it constantly hints,

that […]

Sleep! Oh precious Sleep!

How I long to be with thee.

Sleep, oh precious Sleep,

with you I never disagree.

Sleep, oh precious Sleep,

it’s you that let’s me see,

Sleep, oh precious Sleep,

you are what sets me free!

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Thanks again for the cyberspace – FTS

I wasn’t going to post this one, but I am in the hope that vmy19 is still around and it somehow helps.

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I feel so empty deep inside,

I guess there’s nothing left to hide.

Nothing left of me to give,

no reason left for me to live.

Until someone takes me by the hand,

upon my feet, they help me stand.

They show me that they really care

and I know they’re always there.

They stay with me past the dawn

and with their help I can go on.

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thanks for the cyberspace