Your collage has been served. I've been out and about, but I was just dealing with the day.
In the response of the question,
"How are you doing?",
It's honest because of emotions,
Whether or not you're lying,
Whether or not you think about it,
You can't escape the honesty of it,
It tells us who are, and what is going on,
Verbal, mental and the physical,
This one know how much of a great fan,
I am of his,
He's a true example of how you make the words, work,
I'm honored to give you, Nep,
A torrent of misery overcame him,
And he lay himself down in tears,
Weeping for his loss, flooding his spirit.
Rain teemed over his broken body
In a feeble effort to wash away
The stains that fed upon his soul. Such pity.
Desolation cascaded from his saturated eyes.
The falls thundered in precious agony.
Injured, he moaned. Wounded, he sobbed.
Discordia, from the primordial forests, caressed
His bleeding sadness, pierced his mournful madness.
Sweet melancholia overwhelmed him.
He lay prostrate before the bitter deluge,
Helpless. No companions to comfort him.
Alone, lonely, and cold, he shuddered,
And cried. I bleed for thee! Show mercy.
Let the storms ebb, again. Let the breeze
Soothe me. I plead with thee. Please.
My ducts are empty vessels. No more pain.
No more sorrow. No more regret.
His voice went unheard, drifted on the wind
Like perfect crystalline remains. Tortured.
On bended knee, he bowed his head,
Dagger drawn and ready for the plunge,
Tears streaming down his tormented face.
No grace today. No respite. No sympathy.
Honesty, such a simple and lonely word,
Especially in the business world,
It's a professional question now,
To bring you back to buy more,
But you are always left to wonder,
But isn't that the way with everyone else,
From Blue-eyed Soul,
How are you?
I hear you say
How are you today?
I really woke up crying
But all I can say...
I am fine, just fine
Peachy really
I am just fine
The woman at the coffee shop
Sees me on my way
And ask the same question
Day after day
Does she really care
How I really am
I just flash her a smile
And say, How have you been?
I am fine, just fine
Peachy really
I am just fine
We all are accustomed
To voicing this untruth
We do in by habit
To not seem aloof
But lets try to remember
Not all is just fine
Consider the question
And just take the time
To search for a kind word
Put a smile on our face
For many are hurting
And in need of some grace
Look a little deeper
When someone is kind
And voices these words
'But really, I'm fine'
Sometimes, you hear strength,
And courage in a time of sorrow,
In the response, but,
You are lifted,
Because you are inspired,
You have a drive,
Like Kathy,
tears and fears
throughout the years
as the past rolls like
waves of a restless sea
i am today reflecting on
the course of me
i selected this class
this look at the past
as i live in the present
and delve into resentment's
torturous detriments
of what i have become
and just what has begun
in the examination, the test
that hounds me without rest
never knowing what is my best
moving like a hamster on a wheel
spinning
revolving
turning
away from what is real
trying so hard not to feel
the abstract protrait of self
i long to leave that picture
upon that dusty shelf
alone and forgotten
neglected like an apple
rotten
from the core within
aching from a worm of deceit
from my heart runs the blood
of self defeat
alone in agony of recognition
i long for a spark of ignition
to fire up the passions
of yearning and learning
to answer the question of "how"
i am discerning
my condition
now
it is reflective
and i give
my heart like
a sleeve
for
pain's
ambition
Ahhh
circumvention
intention
a contrite heart
Now, there's a start.
Essence,
I learned a lot about essence in this piece,
And a wonder about tomorrow,
But keep your mind on today,
And tomorrow will take care of itself,
I guess,
Stay cool Aaron,
The way that I'm feeling
Is not very fine
My emotions keep changing
Tingling down my spine
I think one thing
But do another
At the end of the day
I'd wish I was ok
My life is a coaster
Filled with ups and downs
Not knowing tomorrow
The way that it sounds
May not be desired
A better solution
Is probably required
Tomorrow is different
But I'll always know
That as long as friends help me
My true essence will show
Some answers are right to the point,
And it invovles the indescretion and disregard of others,
It makes anger grow,
But to use that anger into something positive,
Is not a gift, but a practice,
Like what Kaye gives and continues to give to all of us,
This particular day
I came on a shift
the workers
Prior to me didn't
Do their bit,
I had extra to do
because things missed!
To top it off I worked
With two people
this particular shift
that didn't work at all
talking all day
complaining about
Everyone, having their say!
So I bit the bullet
Ready to explode within
Then computers break
Down as the workers
One is fat, lazy
the other one
Is skinny and crazy,
I didn't say a word
that same fat lady
said to me after work,
"thanks for helping me
and caring as I have
a painful crook knee",
as I gulped, settled down,
then going home down town
A young girl approached
me for a couple of pounds,
I said, "Sorry I have no coins
But what about ten pounds?"
She was around sixteen
With her friend so keen,
She hugged me so much
That my heart was touched,
then around the next
Corner a drunken man
Ask me for a few coins
I said, "sorry as I am
Cleaned out!" He said
Gratefully, "Thank you
So much Mam!"
He could of been abusive,
After having a day like I had
I was glad I bit the bullet
And didn't go home angry or sad
So how am I now? Happy and glad!
Before I put this in,
I need to say this,
A friend of ours has left us,
I wish he would talked to me or you,
Before taking matters in his own hands,
I will miss him as Zoya would especially,
To you, dear heart,
I cry with you,
How many roads of sorrow have I traveled,
How many mountains of grief have I scaled?
How man rivers of fire I swim,
Drown and resurface again...
Beyond the deep jungles of Anguish,
Lilac fields fluttered in joy...
Venus and Neptune sparkled afar
Beyond the pitch-dark sky...
Alone, I roamed the deserts of life,
Yet, never gave up on the spring...
Still, I soar high in the sky,
Though wounded may be my wings.
Tumble, fall, get up and go,
Drown and resurface again.
Still, I wait for the spring...
Still, I wait for you my love,
Still I love you,
Life.
To reveal yourself at that very moment,
Steers the road for everyone,
How to approach, how to function,
I glad that you gave "Honesty" a home here,
In the most unlikely place, in a land of stories,
But then again, ficiton or not,
It's true,
The dancer moves without a trace,
Poetry by Saga
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Written on 2006-10-04 at 22:53
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Is it like today?
There is so much honesty,In the response of the question,
"How are you doing?",
It's honest because of emotions,
Whether or not you're lying,
Whether or not you think about it,
You can't escape the honesty of it,
It tells us who are, and what is going on,
Verbal, mental and the physical,
This one know how much of a great fan,
I am of his,
He's a true example of how you make the words, work,
I'm honored to give you, Nep,
A torrent of misery overcame him,
And he lay himself down in tears,
Weeping for his loss, flooding his spirit.
Rain teemed over his broken body
In a feeble effort to wash away
The stains that fed upon his soul. Such pity.
Desolation cascaded from his saturated eyes.
The falls thundered in precious agony.
Injured, he moaned. Wounded, he sobbed.
Discordia, from the primordial forests, caressed
His bleeding sadness, pierced his mournful madness.
Sweet melancholia overwhelmed him.
He lay prostrate before the bitter deluge,
Helpless. No companions to comfort him.
Alone, lonely, and cold, he shuddered,
And cried. I bleed for thee! Show mercy.
Let the storms ebb, again. Let the breeze
Soothe me. I plead with thee. Please.
My ducts are empty vessels. No more pain.
No more sorrow. No more regret.
His voice went unheard, drifted on the wind
Like perfect crystalline remains. Tortured.
On bended knee, he bowed his head,
Dagger drawn and ready for the plunge,
Tears streaming down his tormented face.
No grace today. No respite. No sympathy.
Honesty, such a simple and lonely word,
Especially in the business world,
It's a professional question now,
To bring you back to buy more,
But you are always left to wonder,
But isn't that the way with everyone else,
From Blue-eyed Soul,
How are you?
I hear you say
How are you today?
I really woke up crying
But all I can say...
I am fine, just fine
Peachy really
I am just fine
The woman at the coffee shop
Sees me on my way
And ask the same question
Day after day
Does she really care
How I really am
I just flash her a smile
And say, How have you been?
I am fine, just fine
Peachy really
I am just fine
We all are accustomed
To voicing this untruth
We do in by habit
To not seem aloof
But lets try to remember
Not all is just fine
Consider the question
And just take the time
To search for a kind word
Put a smile on our face
For many are hurting
And in need of some grace
Look a little deeper
When someone is kind
And voices these words
'But really, I'm fine'
Sometimes, you hear strength,
And courage in a time of sorrow,
In the response, but,
You are lifted,
Because you are inspired,
You have a drive,
Like Kathy,
tears and fears
throughout the years
as the past rolls like
waves of a restless sea
i am today reflecting on
the course of me
i selected this class
this look at the past
as i live in the present
and delve into resentment's
torturous detriments
of what i have become
and just what has begun
in the examination, the test
that hounds me without rest
never knowing what is my best
moving like a hamster on a wheel
spinning
revolving
turning
away from what is real
trying so hard not to feel
the abstract protrait of self
i long to leave that picture
upon that dusty shelf
alone and forgotten
neglected like an apple
rotten
from the core within
aching from a worm of deceit
from my heart runs the blood
of self defeat
alone in agony of recognition
i long for a spark of ignition
to fire up the passions
of yearning and learning
to answer the question of "how"
i am discerning
my condition
now
it is reflective
and i give
my heart like
a sleeve
for
pain's
ambition
Ahhh
circumvention
intention
a contrite heart
Now, there's a start.
Essence,
I learned a lot about essence in this piece,
And a wonder about tomorrow,
But keep your mind on today,
And tomorrow will take care of itself,
I guess,
Stay cool Aaron,
The way that I'm feeling
Is not very fine
My emotions keep changing
Tingling down my spine
I think one thing
But do another
At the end of the day
I'd wish I was ok
My life is a coaster
Filled with ups and downs
Not knowing tomorrow
The way that it sounds
May not be desired
A better solution
Is probably required
Tomorrow is different
But I'll always know
That as long as friends help me
My true essence will show
Some answers are right to the point,
And it invovles the indescretion and disregard of others,
It makes anger grow,
But to use that anger into something positive,
Is not a gift, but a practice,
Like what Kaye gives and continues to give to all of us,
This particular day
I came on a shift
the workers
Prior to me didn't
Do their bit,
I had extra to do
because things missed!
To top it off I worked
With two people
this particular shift
that didn't work at all
talking all day
complaining about
Everyone, having their say!
So I bit the bullet
Ready to explode within
Then computers break
Down as the workers
One is fat, lazy
the other one
Is skinny and crazy,
I didn't say a word
that same fat lady
said to me after work,
"thanks for helping me
and caring as I have
a painful crook knee",
as I gulped, settled down,
then going home down town
A young girl approached
me for a couple of pounds,
I said, "Sorry I have no coins
But what about ten pounds?"
She was around sixteen
With her friend so keen,
She hugged me so much
That my heart was touched,
then around the next
Corner a drunken man
Ask me for a few coins
I said, "sorry as I am
Cleaned out!" He said
Gratefully, "Thank you
So much Mam!"
He could of been abusive,
After having a day like I had
I was glad I bit the bullet
And didn't go home angry or sad
So how am I now? Happy and glad!
Before I put this in,
I need to say this,
A friend of ours has left us,
I wish he would talked to me or you,
Before taking matters in his own hands,
I will miss him as Zoya would especially,
To you, dear heart,
I cry with you,
How many roads of sorrow have I traveled,
How many mountains of grief have I scaled?
How man rivers of fire I swim,
Drown and resurface again...
Beyond the deep jungles of Anguish,
Lilac fields fluttered in joy...
Venus and Neptune sparkled afar
Beyond the pitch-dark sky...
Alone, I roamed the deserts of life,
Yet, never gave up on the spring...
Still, I soar high in the sky,
Though wounded may be my wings.
Tumble, fall, get up and go,
Drown and resurface again.
Still, I wait for the spring...
Still, I wait for you my love,
Still I love you,
Life.
To reveal yourself at that very moment,
Steers the road for everyone,
How to approach, how to function,
I glad that you gave "Honesty" a home here,
In the most unlikely place, in a land of stories,
But then again, ficiton or not,
It's true,
The dancer moves without a trace,
Poetry by Saga
Read 428 times
Written on 2006-10-04 at 22:53
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