Disillusioned
Always wanting, never reaching.
Memories keep us underground.
Buried GIANTS still beseeching,
trapped below our memory's mound.
Entwined. Loving, never trusting.
Combined. Always knowing nothing's won.
In time, even fear has started rusting.
We find digging’s all we’ve ever done.
Lifelong Love
Love is the drudgery of changing nappies,
clearing floors and shaping your lips to speak.
Love is telling a favourite story, twice
a night for fourteen months or more.
Love is smiling full of joy, for as long as
they can see you on that first school day.
Love is saying no and saying it with penalties,
for as long as they are willing to listen.
Love is caring through slammed shut doors,
piles of clothes, unruly drawers, unwashed
socks, and smells of God knows what.
Love is knowing that one day soon, they’ll be
utterly dependent on someone other than you.
Love is waiting, hoping, believing they’ll avoid
the mistakes you made, or their opposites
and when they don’t, realising it’s in their genes
and refusing even to think. I told you so.
Love is listening to their peak life exploits without
wishing they were happening to you instead.
Love is what is returned tenfold and more, when
they recognise the contribution you made.
Love is exactly and totally what it takes to be,
a parent, who vows never to become a burden
I am a prisoner
Of my depression.
The cold grasp
Of its unyielding hands
Leaves me lying awake,
Staring into nothing
All night.
I am a prisoner
Of my own mind.
Trapped, inside of Myself,
Is something important,
Something meaningful.
But I have yet to Find it.
That's the key though,
Isn't it?
Focus on yourself,
Work on yourself,
Try for yourself.
But myself is distracting,
Myself is troublesome,
Myself is problematic.
I am a prisoner
Of the point
Let me paint you a portrait, something you've never before seen. With a single brush I store between teeth, I shall dip in alphabetical colors , each letter a common shade but when combined, when layered and mixed, I'll explore various shades of emotion. I seek not to color you in skin and bones, but in the shades of self only a poet may paint, using endless colors only a pen may produce.
A REAL LOOK AT BULLYING
Took a walk down “karma” lane recently with my daughter and looked at what is happening here in America with the children coming up, with no direction, “karma” was confirmed as something tangible in this lifetime, based on these observations,
When you wonder why children are like they are in America especially, you have no further to look than in the mirror, at your reflection, “a show of force” in the wars we engage in, but closer to home the ability for domestic violence to occur, to name call in front of them with no conscience,
Bullying, lying, deceiving and blatantly showing the world the greed, banked at the cost of others in this society, and that’s only in politics, aids in deteriorating the moral code of youth, in this here society,
This attitude trickles down to jobs we hold, where control and denial sometimes seems the motivating factor, used by management; self-righteousness, greed, arrogance, superiority and pure bad manners,
Seems to be overwhelming this society and creating the monsters that we are witnessing, here and throughout the world, for that matter, a place where truth, integrity, civility and sanity appears to have no use,
This behavior rapidly trickling down further to our youth and having devastating consequences on their attitudes and on what is acceptable in a civilized society, as the Tea Party once cried out for,
The financial debt we are placing on our children and children’s children, instead of focusing on the real debt we are incurring with our children; the loss of caring, the loss of empathy, the loss of civility and the need for instant self-gratification,
Coupled with egomania, disrespect and intense narcissism, which has led to this bully mentality that motivates the madness we are witnessing with our children; “karma”,
What you do is what you get back, just look at where we are now at to fully understand the concept of, “karma” and how it affects what this world is being dealt,
At this very hour,
WRITTEN BY NOLAN P.HOLLOWAY,JR.
A Different Kind of Party
We can party when two or more are gathered
Praise says“Let’s get this party started”
The minister staff spins and mixes the spiritual groove to hype the crowd Praise gets on the mic to MC
People sitting in the pews sipping on some Word
Some are on the floor doing the “Holy Dance”Folks shout out to each other
The feeling is a Godly party mood
Joy and Happiness show up and get in on the fun
They go out in the crowd and motion to get people on the dance floor
When Praise raises the roof, Blessing comes down to keep the party going
The house is live with the spirit of jubilation
Young and Old can “get down” and be part of the celebration
Pastor extends an invitation to join the club“Anyone witnessing this gathering, Join Us”
A few step up and say they want to be in the midst
Everyone rejoices that we have new members joining our heavenly crew
We are now in preparation for the real invitation to
“The Eternal After Party”
“With gladness and rejoicing shall they be brought:they shall enter into the King’s palace” Psalms 45:15
