Guidance

Guidance

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Unrhymed Poetenry

The French Revolution worked as a guide,


To the Romantics,


They learnt nationalism,


They learnt patriotism as well!


 

Wordsworth and Coleridge knew,


The new dawn was at hand,


Time longed for change,


Time longed for justice.


 

Now is the moment to do,

 

Now is the moment to live!

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The Necromancer Who Cared

There was darkness around me.

It felt like a bad dream.

Fear, anger, pain, and sorrow.

These are feelings that consumed me.

I fear I would lose myself.

I was by myself while the moon beams its silver light onto my body.

A hand reached out for me.

I jerked back, knowing the hand belonged to a necromancer.

He was a misunderstood man and he is very brave.

I was scared of him even if my pain is much worse.

The necromancer told me that I should not be alarmed.

He won't harm me and he promised to guide me to peace.

He knew that I am in pain so I ask myself, "Did someone send him?"

There is compassion in this necromancer, I can feel it.

I could not revel in my misery so I took his hand.

He helped me up and once I stood, my arms were around him.

He jerked back a little, but reassured me that everything will be fine.

We went to his barn and sat me down on a rock.

He did too and all we did was talk.

He wouldn't open my eyes if he didn't care about me.

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Hypnotized

ice cold numbness

bathing the hands and feet

of soldiers past

doused in healing water

reaching into portals beyond

and flesh and bones 

of days gone by

and a time where sirens

fill the skies

the laughter of chidren dies

 

he glazed the tip of the scapel

to the wound in my mind

unknowing if whether

the stitch would hold

but had faith in the light of my eyes

her pain was great and lasted years

but the greater pain seen in his tears

a universal bandaid was what he saw

to nulify the scars of war

 

the surgeon's hopes 

are filled with fears

but love outlasts

all human tears

 

 

 

12:48 PM 7/4/2013

 

©

 

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

this is about an experience gifted to me by a doctor whose care i was once under as a child.

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Are you sure I'm a member?

I've awed and I've cried

I've walked a divide.

I've run and I've sung

My life barely begun.

 

Tumbled through mountains,

Got soaked in the rain.

Suffered humilities,

I'll never mention again.

 

Been round the bend,

A wee bit, time or two

But how can any one person,

Make it all through??

 

I thought to myself,

What a ridiculous place

To trample about,

With a big leather case.

 

Work me to death,

I'm up at all hours,

I'm sure there's a reason,

You own all my power...

 

Why this for you,

and not even for me?

Why all for some,

yet others get none?

 

All of these rules,

That change by the hour,

Are all contradictory

And more than just dour.

Who made this law,

That we all have to follow.

Your way, or the high way,

It seems a bit hollow.

 

Why am I here?

'cause I don't remember;

Did I choose this club?

Are you sure I'm a member?

In either case sparky,

Here's how it goes,

I'm breaking tradition,

So come and behold;

 

As I change my life daily

To encumber your cause,

I'm the sun to your cloud,

If ever there wuz.

:)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I haven't actually written poetry in some years... and what's pouring out now is not at all what i was expecting!! lol, it's definintely different than anything I've ever written... and is it just me, or does anyone else get a Dr. Seus feeling?? At any rate, please enjoy, I welcome your thoughts :) Bless you, Bless you, Bless you

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Guidance

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2011

Why is it that I feel
As if I’ve got the Devil right
Here whispering in my ear
And I’ve got an Angel that
Sits here on my heart
That has always been
My big problem
But somehow I’ve always
Got past it, somehow I feel so torn I do not know
What I should do or feel
Because I have got two guys
That are vying for me
One guy that I have years
Of friendship with him
And the other one I met
About three months ago
Now seeing as how I
Can’t talk to Bri right now
Because he lives in New York and
Because of his financial issues
And I know that and I have
Accepted that because it will
Be another month or more
Before we get to talk again
Yet there is another guy
And it’s sad to say I like him too
We don’t have the time together
Like Bri and I do but yet
I am feeling more than friendship
With him too, guidance please god!

~Chrystal
Written on
April 21, 2011

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is another one I wrote about Brian. I just wish i could get the other guy out of my head.

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Asking

 

Trying to make peace, where peace isn’t available.
Behind wet tears, everything’s intangible.
 
Unable to have a clear thought.
Unable to see what’s being sought.
 
I keep trying to hold on to faith
But been broken, faith is now my disgrace.
 
I keep searching for some relief,
They keep saying, hold on to your belief.
 
What do I believe?
In something that gives no relief.
 
I keep asking, and asking and asking,
But maybe he has a hard time multitasking.
 
Cause I’m still here, losing my mind.
Asking for the answers to the prayers that I’ve assigned.
 
They keep saying “all in his time”
Before to long, I wont be able to make this climb.
 
I know he’s there. I’ve seen his work.
All I ask is for a miracle invert.
 
Of my life.
And my pain and strife.
 
I know I’m having a detrimental influential dejection party,
But maybe he’ll send the celestial hierarchy.
 
A band of angels, to help me through
Something to help me feel renewed.
 
If not, maybe I’ll just give in…
To this quote, unquote, deadly sin.
 
All I ask is for a little mercy…
Maybe it’s not him, Maybe I’m just not worthy.
Author's Notes/Comments: 

I’ve never, in my 25 years of life, written a poem. I wrote this because I couldn’t find a poem or song that displayed how I feel. If you feel the need to critique my poem, by all means, do so. But just know that I’m not a writer. I just wanted to post my poem where I could keep it available for myself. 

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