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Forced To Blossom

jadmix — Mon, 18 May 2009 01:10:57 +0000

A seed I no longer need; once missing, now no longer wishing.
This wish has plenty a many of meanings.
This pain has served me, paving my way each and every day.
Jacket-less and cold, some tears never had tracing.
Vision becomes restored, when the mark shadows an image only in
good standing. To taste simply craves more raving!

A mate side-by-side facing the setting.
To dine and sip, while the other pours from a bottle that
no longer needs carrying.
To love being in love, is it a blessing-or a curse from an obvious
ending? Echoes ring sounding outdated, I tie my laces no longer dangling…!

I sprout and at times shedding, when a candle loses heat
a wick must re-assemble when misbehaving.
Satisfaction shouts as my thirst has been quenched; those last drops no longer heat that misguided feeling.

Live To Love-Light Life Only Loving

Survivors Of Suicide

jadmix — Sat, 08 Dec 2007 15:48:49 +0000

Survivors of Suicide (lament)
Make no mistake
Are not those who survived
Their death-wish state
Survivors of Suicide
Are those left behind
By those who died
From a hopeless mind
We seek answers
To what went wrong
While others pressure
Us to carry on, be strong
Our brains know it’s real
But our hearts deny
Our hearts only feel
Our hearts only cry
We all live on
We’re still alive
They’re now gone
They choose to die
We can’t explain
We can only guess
What was their pain
What was their stress
Did they really feel
Did they really know
They wouldn’t heal
They’d have to go
Where was their hope
Where was their faith
Why couldn’t they cope
What made them break
We know so well
Whatever life brings
You can still excel
Even when life stings
Whatever life entails
Whatever life gives
Our heart prevails
Our conviction lives
Others don’t understand
Our extensive griefs
When we crash-land
From shattered beliefs
They have no comprehension
Of the unique loss we share
They know not the contention
Of the anguish we bear
There’s no understanding
Why someone suicides
Notwithstanding
How someone decides
We loved them so
No matter what
Even so, they chose
To self-destruct
God grant us peace
Mend our hearts
God grant them peace
Death sleep imparts
We miss them so
We shed tears
We feel the woe
Of lost years
We wish it weren’t so
We wish they were here
We wish we could show
Them to survive their fear
We could hold their hands
Help soothe their minds
Help them to withstand
Anxieties, whatever kinds
Some of us tried so hard
Our help was in vain
When up went a guard
Trepidation took reign
We now reach out
To others in need
When their hearts doubt
When their hearts bleed
Together we confront loss
We will survive
To bear the cross
As a Survivor of Suicide

By Joan Watson 07/12/01

Love’s Intoxicating Scent

Fancyones — Mon, 20 Aug 2007 01:27:37 +0000

Alone in the dark I cry myself to sleep,
praying that this night I will feel your strong, yet gentle hand touch my now tear-stained cheek.

I bury my face in your pillow, wanting so desperately to smell your intoxicating scent.
I’m inhaling but cannot find you there.

Maybe this is God’s way of keeping me alive,
for if I were to find you there, I would never exhale, for fear of losing you again.

Author: Fancyones

People Do Lunch-Cats Do Furniture

jadmix — Sun, 19 Aug 2007 22:36:09 +0000

Let’s talk about cats. For what reason and why would you ask? First my friend, cats are loving friendly creatures, whose only desire is to shed, pee and drop a few fleas wherever need be. Well, you haven’t met night, night, that’s where they are most likely to strike.
With clippers, slippers and their little white slippers you better wake up and take a look at your dog skipper, whose just been entered in the state fair and I’ll bet he will wake up with no hair.

Well, my only conclusion is, you spoil that thing with liver, oysters and tons of sardines!

Emotions

jadmix — Sun, 19 Aug 2007 22:34:38 +0000

My heart, this instrument-beats my bass.

My drum, my evaluation, my temperament and my pace.

I sit, I listen, I bend down to tie my lace.

My emotions run rich from vast involvement.

My tears only flow from deep strength.

My rhythm becomes indifferent as I ask,

“is there footsteps that tempo the trace?”

Enjoyment

jadmix — Sun, 19 Aug 2007 22:34:18 +0000

Leaves of life full and abundant: like a
Monkey gone wild-swaying in delight.

The banana, if taken puts up no fight.

An Even Trade:A Population Perceptive

jadmix — Sun, 19 Aug 2007 22:33:51 +0000

As death reaches near, life
begins to bare. A pathway of transition
replaces what is near.
A breath of air loses wind; a fetus
emerges from the beginning to the end.
Is the end the beginning? Or, is the end simply the beginning?

Fire On The Horizon

jadmix — Sun, 19 Aug 2007 22:31:34 +0000

The night was filled by a silent awe. The wind traveled north and my breathe began to crawl. My words lost focus as my thoughts came to a stall, keeping company with stagnant and his infamous wall. Love can always keep you warm, but when I’m burning my torch is spiked with adrenaline, caffeine and solid gold. What was once there-can once leave, and once gone may once return. What is it that man needs most? What drives him to the greatest fall or the greatest of all human inspirations? There are times when voices fade to gray and 256 can lose some digits along the way. This motive is the silent survivor of all hope and all gain. The motive for God, for love, for talent, for work or simply the pursuit of pleasure and play; make no mistake about it, this motive is the strongest of all. To live without it, is to be a prisoner, and that sun that shone so bright, now flickers into the twice long baked night. As a poet can lose his voice, an artist forgets to take care of his brushes; by the first stroke the corroded paint leaves no room for anything but dust and ashes. If it collides, it collides with great magnitude, but if it’s directed with proper positioning, this noun transforms itself into a vector. Many will kill for it, few truly have it, many are jealous of it, and those with it, have a mental cross keeping up with it.

Growth

jadmix — Sun, 19 Aug 2007 22:30:25 +0000

Each moment moves as it is created.
Each creation varies as it multiplies.

Each variation doubles as our imagination modifies.

Time is simply a ladder to grow!

Lost Passion

jadmix — Sun, 19 Aug 2007 22:29:55 +0000

It goes without words that many great ones became disturbed-never adjusting simply self-destructing! Overbearing clouds now trapping the truth-a shout becomes a whisper as he cries for help.
Emasculated faces from their inner horrors, can’t turn back, love has to last forever! So the dream waits and waits, still waiting to discover. Do we love remembering moment to moment? Or, does every lost love return? Do all false dreams become the hunted? If I can’t hold on forever, then how do I deal with the memory? Isn’t the remembering

a sign of a deep pleading?

Marilyn Monroe

jadmix — Sun, 19 Aug 2007 22:28:39 +0000

Too much attention little rejection, over night sensation
was one ladies soon to be rejection.
Pleasing to be seen, but too insecure in her dreams.
One woman’s dream may not be what you need.
For the Monroe reality became her tragedy.
God Bless her.

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Night Fall

jadmix — Sun, 19 Aug 2007 22:27:39 +0000

A light vanishes that no longer flickers.
Darkness usually covets.
Vast and abundant are the stars side by side.

The moon becomes the morning after.

The Ocean

jadmix — Sun, 19 Aug 2007 22:25:53 +0000

The clear blue water that has been forever.
The waves crash at shore,
oh how the reef dare to lie still.

The awe of nature,
The serenity of this setting,
all fit in making one fine blessing.

Politics

jadmix — Sun, 19 Aug 2007 22:25:32 +0000

THE POLITICIAN STANDS TALL, POSITIONED AND ERECT.

The snake now attacks as the words seem to bring promise, seeming
to be complete. It brings much misery as it slithers back into retreat.

The promises that were promised now promise to serve defeat. I know the venom of his judgement will one day overcome this deceit.

Progressive Distraction

jadmix — Sun, 19 Aug 2007 22:22:40 +0000

Progressive Distraction: Tough to read and painful to the body
Into the night it travels far, even though it starts near. This resounding echo forms my yelp and shapes my tear.

To not be reticent in voice is to garner this condition as the unwavering lack of compassion gives rise to a nuisance of complaining. Darkness now prevails and only shadows from aging beams of lights can withstand the noises.
These once grew as a clamor, now they quickly are being murmured into the silent dull night. I find myself being motionless as the world progresses forward; time is just marching to his own painful drummer. As the hours get longer,
yes longer, still longer, my fight has given up and I’ll depart saying “Goodnight.”

Rebel With A Cause

jadmix — Sun, 19 Aug 2007 22:15:04 +0000

Sitting staring without a thought, pretty darn boring so I felt what
was not. Contemplating activities of daily life, yet the answers were
so trivial I almost lost sight. What’s going on inside my head, perhaps
a tiny victim trapped within. I gave him a key so he would see,
but only to find a world of much misery.
Hiding out without a worry but soon to discover life can become mighty lonely.
Rebel No More

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Humility

jadmix — Sun, 19 Aug 2007 22:11:24 +0000

The spirit of God is like a fire burning.
May his presence continue to re-kindle each morning.
As I awake I greet thee with a smile that’s yearning.
Let self-control over shadow my belonging: {mind, body, soul}
Give pride it’s burial, with no more strength-no more longevity!
May humility accompany my self in harmony.

Rehabilitation

jadmix — Sun, 19 Aug 2007 22:10:17 +0000

My mind becomes my mind.
My mind must always rhyme.
My heart fills my brain, in the head my heart dwells,
but all along it needs to be sheltered.
My heart now rests upon my hands, with my fingers
i carefully stroke.
My thoughts, my feelings, my body

no longer withers!

Religion

jadmix — Sun, 19 Aug 2007 22:09:20 +0000

A solution not solved.
This puzzle has many a lost piece.

Like a fan with no blade, it loses validity, it can’t bargain nor trade; it contains no “air of peace”.

ONE GOSPEL-ONE FATHER!
But our individuality shouldn’t change-as GOD loves variety. With all our efforts humans appear to be so lost. Without our Father’s face-how would we ever have had a trace?
He will always be the alpha and the omega.

What will become of all of us?

Security

jadmix — Sun, 19 Aug 2007 22:08:09 +0000

A moment of solitude breaking all chains.
No boundaries-no rules!
The Limit is Set.

Normality weakens as our water becomes polluted.
Pollution sets forth-trying to uncover.

Explanation:

What does pollution sets forth-trying to uncover mean?
Pollution like so much that is wrong with this world is constantly at odds with our better judgement.
If you single out an individual you will find a great many things good about them.
If you collectively merge humans together, peer pressure takes overs (pollution) and tries uncover the goodness-
that was naturally instilled within us.
Basically branch out and do your own thinking. Let your heart be your security blanket.

Smiles

jadmix — Sun, 19 Aug 2007 22:07:00 +0000

A mouth expands as the dentist’s work begins to shows.
Cavity to cavity the fillings will grow. Thank “Heaven” our love for the good old root canal will never show. God bless our Dentists, for they are the backbone of our hidden secrets and filthy enameled biscuits.

Explanation:

What does this mean? A smile hides the pain that we so often feel.

Standing Ground

jadmix — Sun, 19 Aug 2007 22:06:13 +0000

This single path resembles two shapes.
To follow ones’ footsteps, one must be alive with
confidence-alive with grace.
Be of the soundest mind, and know that time has but one golden rule.
Time is simply a ladder to grow.
As you seek, this venture will eventually erupt. Keep your faith
and always adjust. Now you have the right to question all and any uncertainties.

Explanation:
What does “as you seek, this venture will eventually erupt” mean? The more we think we know the more we realize we may know nothing at all?

If we start questioning life without trying to find the answers of:
Who Am I? Where Am I going? How do I get there? Will my loved one be there too?

We are simply asking questions that we don’t truly deserve an answer to?
Do you except to get a “A” in school without studying? Well, some may, but
for most of us, it’s hard work.

Truth

jadmix — Sun, 19 Aug 2007 22:04:26 +0000

Truth starts as a question, so many answers many to reject!
Perhaps a feeling remembering to forget. I’m the fan, do you feel?
Poetry like sound is inevitably all around. The sun and the moon are like pride and denial,
one shines forever while the other stops altogether.
I’m the wind returning your breeze.

Explanation:

What’s the connection between the moon and denial? The moon comes out only in darkness,
therefore, covering the sun-hence stopping the sun. Denial allows us humans to stop
the process of truth altogether.

What’s the connection beteen the sun and pride? The sun shines somewhere constantly.
Generally speaking man’s pride very seldom stops, therefore it shines forever.

Stand Alone

jadmix — Sat, 18 Aug 2007 01:19:49 +0000

Only those who have imagination can understand
reality-thus setting you free. In illusions were once realities, wanting change, now changing its identity.

To create one must understand the possibilities or to change is to quit. In being human the only thing strange
is being a stranger to ourselves.

Fear, insecurity and jealousy cloud us of being ourselves.
Try living, loving, learning and laughing.

TRUTH GIVES HARMONY!

The Creator

jadmix — Sat, 18 Aug 2007 01:14:38 +0000

An artist is what I am, creating anything out of nothing-
forming thoughts producing plenty; life now has new meaning.
Sculpting my ways into the way it should be. Each moment has
new beginnings. Each artistic inclination, begins when one manipulates
the shadow into reality. If I get all that I need, knowing the needing is
what I dream, possibilities shape anything out of my believing.
I give so much just as I take out of the world.
My love for living is apparent in my seeking.
In the end we should always have friends.

Meditation To Die For

jadmix — Thu, 16 Aug 2007 15:40:45 +0000

MAY PEACEFULNESS FALL UPON THY BODY AND TELL OUR EYES AND EARS WHAT’S WRONG FROM RIGHT. MAY OUR SPEECHES BE SPOKEN FROM DEEP WITHIN. MAY ALL OUR INTUITIONS MATURE AND STRENGTHEN AS WISDOM ENTERS IN. DIRECT US AS WERE LOST, SHOWING THE PATH THAT PAVES OUR WAY. I’LL FOLLOW MY FOOTSTEPS THROUGHOUT NIGHT-THROUGHOUT DAY. WHEN TIME STARTS CALLING AND DEATH APPEARING TO APPEAR, FEAR BECOMES THE FEARED FOR WE SHALL KNOW YOUR NAME, WE SHALL CALL YOUR NAME. NEW LIFE STARTS AS DAWN DRAWS NEAR, OUR TRANSFORMATION SHOULD BE EFFORTLESS LIKE A BREATH REQUIRING NO AIR. THOSE WHISPERS BECOME SHOUTS AS OLD FRIENDS APPEAR. AS LIGHT SHADOWS THE DARK ONLY GOOD MUST COME FROM PAIN. MAY OUR SOULS SOAR HIGH AS MY LORD JESUS GIVES WAY. THIS PASSAGE NOW ENDING, I’LL LEAVE ONE FINAL PRAYER, LET MAN FIND THAT

GENTLE BEING THAT’S BEEN…

TRAPPED INSIDE.

Explanation: Does our transformation mean we will never sin again while living on this earth? Of course not. We are all sinners. This simply means that once Christ takes over our heart, we should have an instant amount of knowledge of how to live our lives. The closer we become to God, the more aware we become when we are sinning-which is generally all the time. It’s certainly a bitter sweet truth, nevertheless, it is what it is!

Does this mean Christians sin less than non-Christians? There are some pretty mean spirited Christians in the world, but than again, are they really Christian? I’ve met some good hearted atheists, agnostics and people of faith who don’t believe in Christ Jesus.

Friendship Ignited

Fancyones — Thu, 16 Aug 2007 13:00:17 +0000

Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is a quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty through good and bad times. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weaknesses.

Anonymous

Love Poem Clarification

jadmix — Wed, 15 Aug 2007 18:08:39 +0000

This was written many years ago by me. What was I trying to convey? When I tried so very hard to pursue love, I wanted to please to the point of driving myself insane. However, often times those of us that are very emotional, who do find true love, find it very difficult to imagine living without their partner. Now that I’m only in love my Lord Christ Jesus, that torture has been removed from my heart. We as humans, often times may feel such a strong sense of deep love for those that are closest to us; as a result, this can lead to a minor form of nuttyness.

I don’t have many friends, but the true friends that I have had and that I’ve lost, I have and still have a deep sense of love for each of them. I am truly blessed to have known them and to still have the remaining ones living in my life. They are precious to me. In fact, friendship is something I value very intensely.

Being in love, in the truest sense of the word-when it is mutual, is one of the greatest rewards in life. In fact, everyone needs someone to love and somebody to love them.

Love

jadmix — Wed, 15 Aug 2007 14:24:35 +0000

Obstacles of passion burning within.
Perseverance from passiveness begins the trend.
A web of clouds engulfs its’ prey.

Sanity was once an idea before love.