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lovechild asked in Social SciencePsychology · 4 years ago

What was the point I wanted to make?

Something Profound

It’s an abstract concept;

A nuance, a gist-

A fleeting suggestion

That everyone missed

It was in the lyrics to songs

That I played on repeat

Spelled out in messages

That I had to delete.

If someone had seen it,

Had heeded the call,

Had known why I always

Kept my back to the wall,

Why pain made me smile

Why I walked way too fast…

But no one kept up,

As I was chased by my past.

And I could never escape it

They said just let it go.

Like it wasn’t embedded

Body mind and soul.

I’d have to unravel

Each strand of DNA

No pure black-or-white,

Right-or-left, matter is grey.

My unreplicable sequence

Is not coded to norms,

I love the destructive

Nature of heavy storms,

The tingling when the lightning

Bolts get much too near,

The static flowing in my hair

The cracks that hurt my ears.

It’s not that I’m self-destructive

(Anymore) Something profound

About the power of this universe,

Is how quickly we could drown.

I’m fine in the fire

And don’t remind me that I’m 50

I don’t want nursing when I’m ill,

I know they’ll have to try to ‘fix’ me.

Like I should start to live my life

By what the majority believes,

They haven’t seen my flashback dreams

Where I can’t run and I can’t scream;

Not because I’m bound or threatened

But because I don’t want others to know

What happened to me behind doors

That closed so long ago.

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  • 4 years ago

    he was knew he was him alone

    I’m the stone the builders rejected

    I was the new whom they could see

    Its paradox was gone and the truth now its crown

    Its heart its lover, of skin of his own Him being--forever

    As coals--and a match glows its shame removed

    As dove of the flock the turtle doves the wonder

    And young pigeon

    For whom could it be but the beloved coming out of his chamber?

    As His gives way a fire shone for him and in so rest,

    to the rest.

    He now with feet on the ground comes to Me/I’m

    All of him I want all of him of the city of the Nazarene

    And there is no good without you of Him,

    Me, I’m, the seventh day of rest.

    Carey , written by my own hand

    "He must increase, but I must decrease."

    But He was speaking of the--temple--of--His--body. So when He was raised from the--dead, His--disciples--remembered--that--He--said--this; and they believed the Scripture and the word which Jesus had {Had} spoken“ A man can receive nothing unless it--has--been--given--him--from heaven John3:27

  • 4 years ago

    I once saw a spider spin it's web, its technic was tantalizing. You spun a poem, from your great grey....that matters.

  • 4 years ago

    That you're an independent person who thinks they're misunderstand and who really doesn't care what anyone thinks about it

  • 4 years ago

    Whither I am right or not I see in the poem the hate of getting old. To stand and watch a big storm roll in with the power of God, makes me feel alive. I enjoyed this poem more than I have lately.

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  • 4 years ago

    And your very welcome on Yahoo,

    fair enough & thanks for sharing

    best of science

    mars

    source:) study.

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