A Brief Lesson in History by MagicalJoey, literature
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A Brief Lesson in History
A Brief Lesson in History
30-08-18
Napoleon, a tiny little man,
had a couple thousand men…
He marched them halfway into Russia
Then got stuck marching them out again.
And when they were in, they were dying,
And when they were out they were dead.
But even only halfway in
They were dying or were dead.
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There was a man with a moustache,
And pitch black ‘Aryan’ hair.
He promised not to invade Poland,
Then went and pitched his war tent th
Angels
09-12-17
The world is full of angels, who walk about disguised,
Because to show their glory, would ruin the surprise.
They know when you feel sorrow, when you're hurting they can tell,
They daily burn their wings off to rescue you from hell.
They're there when you are lonely, with a kind word and a hug,
And they bring you milk and cookies as they shower you with love.
They fill your holey walls with cotton rags so the wind can't howl right through,
And, even through their struggles, they're always there for you.
They gather all your pieces into a precious jar,
They even get the pieces that have scattered very far,
And once they've e
Actions Have Consequences by MagicalJoey, literature
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Actions Have Consequences
Actions Have Consequences
8-12-17
I'm not angry (yet) I'm just disappointed.
You tell me that we must, "watch what we spend",
When I ask you for a cheap cooldrink
Or an ice cream to help me cope with the heat,
Because we "don't have the money" and "can't afford it",
But at least four nights this month –
And we are only 8 days in –
You've gambled away money we "don't have"
Plunging us further down into the hole.
I never blamed you when this started,
When I realised that we were poor,
Because you had a million maxed out cards
And loans to pay off loans to pay off loans.
I took it in stride,
When I had to make excuses to people
It Would Be Nice
06-12-17
I choose to message very few people,
Because either I'm afraid of how you'll respond,
Or I'm afraid that what I say will chase you away
And then I'll really have nobody.
So, you know, if I message you,
It might help if you replied…
…just so I know you're still alive and all.
I don't often want to talk about me –
I might message you to talk about you,
Or to just talk about random things
Like the weather and your cat allergies –
So don't be afraid that every message
Is a cry for help or attention…
…I'm very anti-social, introverted and hermitty.
You know this.
On the off chance
Powerful
26-11-17
The most powerful sound in the world,
Is not the silence-shattering sobs of anguish and pain
That come from a soul who's lost their love,
It's not the tears hissing hot down icy cheeks
As a throat struggles to vocalise a battered, bruised, beaten and broken heart,
It's not the breath that catches in a chest
As sobs threaten to saturate a soul with nothing left to give.
The most powerful sound in the world,
Is a cold, quiet and broken Hallelujah.
Whether it comes from lips trying to sound praise
Where none is due and when none will come to pass,
Whether it's rage and sarcasm boiling over
And burning the throat raw and ragg
In the Grave
26-11-17
There is a morbid fascination that comes from being dead inside.
One begins to wonder when it started -
The decay and rot and filth –
When did it start to spread,
Until it had its diseased tentacles wrapped solidly
Around my mind, heart, spirit and soul.
The mind went first.
It deserted me in my hours of need,
Turned its back on me and ran away with its tail tucked between its legs,
Until being sane and able to cope with life
Became a memory so vague
I don't remember feeling it ever.
My heart left next.
I was desperate to absorb as much love as I could,
So I sent it on a journey into a lava pit of puke and b
The Beast
26-11-17
It slithers between my ribs
Like a rogue snake tracking its prey;
Slimy, cold, uncomfortable yet familiar.
I know it will strike soon,
Sinking fangs deep into my soul,
And drenching me in poison
That will seep through the layers of rock
To flood my heart…again.
It slithers inside my very bones,
Tightening its grip on my neck
Until I am strangled and swinging,
Twitching,
As the last of my life leaves me
And I float in a melted marshmallow mess of goo –
Like a cylon waiting to be resurrected.
It slithers inside my mind,
Travelling through walls
And in and out of locked boxes,
Until it knows all my secrets
And
Her
13-11-17
She giggles,
And I hear a voice calling me from an early grave,
Laughing at my despair and pain.
She cries,
And my arms ache to comfort a child I never got to hold
And never, ever will.
She calls her mom,
And my heart breaks that that was never my name.
Did you ever stop to think why,
At thirty,
I avoid a three year old's company?
No, it's not old age catching up with me
And stripping me of my softer side.
It's not the desire for mature company
Or conversation that doesn't revolve around princesses and mermaids…
It's her.
She reminds me with each breath of what I've lost,
How broken I really am,
And how dead inside I nee
I Know
29-10-17
When you hurt, when you suffer,
I'm your angel undercover.
For I know the pain that rips and consumes -
It binds us,
Like Siamese souls separated by birth -
Your pain is mine,
And mine would be yours if I dared share it.
But I won't.
I won't, because I know it too well -
How it swells the heart
And sells the soul downriver -
I know its ins and outs,
Its twists, turns and fucking loops.
It's been my companion for too many years
To even begin to count,
And because I know it,
It surprises me often
With prickles and burrs.
I would not wish it upon my worst enemy.
It maims,
Tames the wild, willful soul into submission,
And par
DFC #6 - What is Church Really (Goliardic Verse) by MagicalJoey, literature
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DFC #6 - What is Church Really (Goliardic Verse)
What is Church Really?
06-12-17
Stand tall and raise your hands, bring forth those mighty praises,
Kneel low and bow your head, then slowly lift your gazes.
Look left, look right, look up, the fire in you razes;
For who could hope for help; they're players on the stages.
DFC #5 - Blame Lingers (Blason) by MagicalJoey, literature
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DFC #5 - Blame Lingers (Blason)
Blame Lingers
06-12-17
My body could not hold this little thing,
This life was dead the moment 'twas brought forth.
My heart, it loved, body did nought but think
Subconsciously 'bout what could be the course.
And once decided there was no way back –
For why would it allow me this one joy?
I'm filled to brink with sadness, blinking black,
My body thought that life it would destroy.
It did not matter that I loved him so,
Or that I'd sell my soul for that one child.
My blood came forth and his wee soul did go
Away from me, away from life a while.
The doctors said it really was a shame;
For the last seven years I've carried blame.
DFC #2 - What Lies Beneath (Madagascan Hainteny) by MagicalJoey, literature
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DFC #2 - What Lies Beneath (Madagascan Hainteny)
What Lies Beneath
02-12-17
Those whose faces shine with light,
Often hide the worst form of dark.
Daily, they battle their demons in a fight
That leave them broken, bruised and full of marks.
The darkness hides behind bright eyes
Full of life and laughter and cheer.
For it becomes easy to disguise
Sorrow in humour, despite all the fear.
When their light's faded and life's been blown out,
Remember, I warned you that behind their sweet stare
Lingered their demons, their worries and doubts,
And behind peaceful eyes the whirls of nightmares.
DFC #1 - Help for Sad Eyes (Ecuadorian Decima) by MagicalJoey, literature
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DFC #1 - Help for Sad Eyes (Ecuadorian Decima)
Help for Sad Eyes
02-12-17
The girl with the sad eyes,
Blanketed by the dark
Then shoved into a forgotten place,
Looked up and saw a hand.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Look up from bondage, look up from pain,
Look up and see the comfort that's there.
And when dark surrounds you once again,
Be brave and hope – be brave and dare.
When all around you seems the same,
A world full of people who despise,
Know that some are angels in disguise –
And though they cannot by mandate themselves reveal
Know that they are here to heal
The girl with the sad eyes.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
When surrounded by people, yet always alone,
Or left to se
NotM - Bounty: Thank You by MagicalJoey, literature
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NotM - Bounty: Thank You
Thank You
11-12-16
For all those times you stood by me,
I thank you with all I've got,
And for those times I was a twit –
I hope that you've forgot –
Those times that make us, break us, are us,
Those times when all is still,
I thank you for your love
And your never-failing will.
The Questions That Come When Buttons Are Pushed, Part 2
20-11-16
Relationship; what is this word
That defines my very soul?
What does it do for me, the broken one,
With a life that's filled with holes?
You have come to forgive sins,
Can You forgive mine?
Or am I cursed to live a life of halves
For now and for all time?
Do You love me deep enough
To cover what I've done?
This fear and shame, it eats away
All knowledge of Your son.
I needed You then, but need You now
More than I ever have before,
But do I believe You will be there
When I open my heart's door?
The Questions That Come When Buttons Are Pushed, Part One
20-11-16
Do I love him more than You,
The little soul I lost?
When his heart ceased beating
What exactly did it cost?
Do I believe in Your great love,
Inexplicably divine?
Or do I believe my life as lost –
Too great this sin of mine?
Have I ever believed wholeheartedly
With all my inner self,
That Your grace and blood have washed me clean,
Covered my bruises, burns and welts?
Satan whispers soft and strong,
Words my mind and soul absorb,
But when it comes to promises
My mind ignores what's Yours.
Have I ever walked with You
Along life's winding road?
Or was it merely for ap
Notm - Bounty: The Tempest by MagicalJoey, literature
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Notm - Bounty: The Tempest
Tempest
19-11-16
It swirls and swoshes round and round,
This storm I try to hide.
While I plot and plan and ponder
These feelings all inside.
Emotions uproot solid knowledge
And I'm left a mess of broken, dizzy bricks,
While all the things I've tried to forget
Come back with their dirty little tricks.
It swirls and swirls and never once
Am I allowed to rest in the eye,
For I'm a mess, I always was,
And now it shows on the outside.
Turtle Under the Moon
9-10-16
I scurry through the sand,
Frantically flapping my floppy flippers
Trying to reach my sea of safety;
A haven that shares the tranquillity of a moonlit ocean night
With the protective power of a tsunami.
The seagulls circle,
Picking off the weak one by one;
I know they will get me soon –
No matter how fast my flippers flap –
So I lag behind
As my heart throbs through my being
And I struggle to breathe.
I’m tired of flapping,
Of scurrying and searching for my sea
With only the smell of salt to guide me.
These winged beasts of burden have broken me,
And I cower as they fly closer and closer
Un
Write a Poem
2-10-16
“Write a poem,” she said…
“What’s the point?” I thought,
But nothing passed my lips save a sigh
Of what might have been sorrow,
But could just as easily have been indigestion.
My eyes prickle,
But I file those pesky tears away
As I turn, once more, to memories of things that were.
Good, bad and ugly;
They were there to see me through…
Like “She” was…
And once more I drift rudderless amidst gigantic waves;
Drowning in a desert.
Tomorrow marks six long, bitter years.
I should be over this by now,
But it’s all to obvious I’m nowhere near forgetting or
NotM - Bounty: The Floating Island by MagicalJoey, literature
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NotM - Bounty: The Floating Island
Floating Away
1-10-16
What is this thing that dwells within,
Deep within a human one?
What is this thing that’s moved to tears,
This thing that makes us come undone?
Why is it we are moved to cry,
What is it that makes us feel less whole?
Why, this thing affected by circumstance
Is our miniscule minute soul.
This floating island within our bones and skin
Is not by muscle or tendon bound.
Instead it floats ‘tween throat and chest,
And it’s there our feelings can be found.
NotM - Bounty: Beneath the Waves by MagicalJoey, literature
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NotM - Bounty: Beneath the Waves
Like Fish
3-9-16
Beneath the waves, those secret keepers,
Lurk some very monstrous creatures.
They swim, they soak, they sleep and sound
Their fearsome roars below the ground.
Beneath the waves, those white-horsed waves,
Swim skeletons, whose watery graves
Lead to wrecks filled with treasure galore;
Gold and rubies, sometimes more!
Beneath the waves, those watery blues,
Swim mermaids, tails fantastic hues
Of rainbows and rhinestones, glamour and glitter;
Swimming around making the fishies titter.
Beneath the waves, beneath their heart,
Drift stories from which we can ne’er part.
Monsters, ship wrecks, mermen and fish,
That, like rev
Boiled Frogs (Historical Fiction Poem) by MagicalJoey, literature
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Boiled Frogs (Historical Fiction Poem)
Boiled Frogs
13-8-16
With wimple snatched from bared head
I bend before my fetid fate;
Hands tied in more ways than one.
Flint flickers with a speckle of sparks,
Kissing bare branches with baby flames;
They catch their own tails
As they climb to lick at my feet.
The heat reminds me of baking bread,
And briefly I wonder if I will bubble like pancakes
Or merely burn like bacon too long in the skillet.
Tears steam from my face like warm breath on a winter’s day,
And the dirty tracks they leave behind only serve as a reminder:
I am human;
Born a babe in the woods,
Dead at twenty in the square.
I raise my face, defiant to the last;
I am n
NotM - Bounty: Smuggled Gifts by MagicalJoey, literature
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NotM - Bounty: Smuggled Gifts
The Trap That Worked
1-8-16
Ol’ Andy the handyman wanted to know,
What happened when smugglers went to and fro.
So he set up a trap full of hookies and tricks,
To catch him some s’Muggles and some nice smuggled gifts.
Jonathan Charmington-Smith met Charon at the boat,
With a case packed full of nice things that don't float.
Together they travelled ‘round rocks and through falls,
‘Til they reached the cave of the mighty ‘Know-Alls’.
Mr J.C-S opened up his great case,
Now that they’d reached the time and the place,
And pulled from its depths a sack full of great things
To pay for the ferry, and to br
Teach Tolerance
19-01-18
100 Themes #42 - Start
Little Johnny went to school,
Where he learned the 'golden rules',
That would help him grow up to be a man
Who tolerates and understands.
He learned that the world is made of lots
Of different coloured people painting pots.
And, like in art, when they work in unity
They create beautiful pictures for the world to see.
If you only paint in white and black,
The pictures, they begin to lack
That vibrancy Technicolour creates,
And you begin to grow some hate.
You hate the black for bringing dark,
Or making that unerasureable mark.
You hate the white for being too bright
And always needing extra lig
My Tri-colour Rainbow (Red) by MagicalJoey, literature
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My Tri-colour Rainbow (Red)
My Tri-colour Rainbow
19-01-18
100 Themes #38 - Burning
Red is only love and romance to the uninitiated
Who dream of roses and chocolates and starrynight kisses.
To everyone else -
Those who know the pain and the power behind it -
To us it's the boiling of blood (or its outpouring),
And the twisting of fingers into fists of fury.
Lavahot anger
Bottled, bubbling, boiling and brewing
Below the strata of my surface;
That is the red that rolls around inside
And takes possession of my mind.
Anger changes the colour of my vision
From Technicolour to AngerRed,
As a haze appears before me -
Blurring all but the bodies that pissed me the fuck off
Wish and Dream
100 Themes #39 – Out of Time
11-06-17
When I was young my dreams were bright and bold;
Grow up, grow old but keep that edge of child-like wonder.
Things were simpler then,
Though friends always went and never stayed
And I fought, fought, fought with an enviable passion
Against stigma and diagnoses.
I dreamed simple things,
A checklist of 'what to do to be an adult'
And 'how to know I'm successful'.
Steps, neatly laid out in ascending order,
Leading towards a productive adulthood.
I dreamed big dreams of family and success,
Nightmares chasing me from one goal to the next
On fairy wings of fantasy.
I was young and things
How to Cry
100 Themes 35 – Forgotten
10-06-17
Liquid used to leak lovingly from my eyes
To caress my cheeks and chin;
Tears tore my tiny soul into shreds and shards,
That blistered my thick skin
And bled, bled, bled
Until I was nothing more than a husk in a cracked shell.
I heard it said that God counts every tear
And considers them precious,
That he collects them in Heaven in a bowl made for you alone;
My bowl must have been an ocean in disguise,
Lapping at the edges
As each new drop caused a ripple that ran rampant around my heart.
I've forgotten how to cry,
But I can never forget where I've come from.
My eyes are desert-dry and c
Kisses in the Night
100 Themes #32 – Exploration
26-03-17
I wonder if my world would whirl,
If I ever kissed a girl?
Would my toes tingle
If we were both single?
Would my heart flutter
At the words we'd mutter,
Over Hot Cross Buns and tea?
I wonder if my mind might melt,
If I was to really be myself?
Would my soul simper
With every whimper,
And my spirit soar
As it's filled with more
Connections than with ordinary me?
I wonder pathways of the night,
Dreams akin to taking flight.
Mind meandering 'long pathways dark
As every moment makes its mark.
Disintegrating each and every day
Into the moments that made their way;
What was and is a
Making Sense
100 Themes 79 - Illogical
13-03-17
The worst of things never make sense;
Why children die,
Why death strikes the young,
Mowing them down like battle casualties biting the bullets.
When you love someone so much
That their heartbeat fuels your heartbeat,
That the potential for their happiness
Makes you happy,
That their fears and stresses become yours…
When you lose that person,
The.
World.
Stops.
And sometimes it doesn't restart for a long time;
Time may have healed the wounds,
But grief picks at the scabs until they become infected,
Infested with wiggly, worrisome, worms of doubt,
Of fear and longing and pain…
Oh t
In Heaven
100 Themes 26 – Forever and a Day
13-03-17
My heart, it won't stop beating,
No matter what I try,
And my lungs, they won't stop breathing,
Even when I start to cry.
My arms, they won't stop longing,
For your teeny, tiny, touch,
And my mind, it won't stop wand'ring
Why I wasn't good enough.
My fingers flex 'forgiveness',
A plaintive, pitiful plea,
While eyes beg just for darkness
To hide what they never more will see.
But through all this pain and sorrow,
Through all the sweat and tears,
I'll never stop the loving,
Not even in a million years.
So while my heart stays beating,
Its beats merely count the days,
And while my l
1000 Miles
100 Themes 24 – Rebirth
13-03-17
I've heard that the apple never falls far from the tree,
And that the early bird gets the worm,
But what if the apple's rotten and the worm is dead?
It started with a seed; the inkling of a thought
Leading to a succulent, savoury seed of desire –
Desire to please, desire to be liked…
Desire to be desired.
The thought birthed an action,
And actions speak for aeons,
Whereas words only speak in sentences
Until punctuation's roadblocks bar the path;
Out of the desire to be desired came the action,
That led to the planting of a seed
In a formerly barren wilderness.
From that wilder
A French Canadian Angel by MagicalJoey, literature
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A French Canadian Angel
A French Canadian Angel
17-5-16
100 Themes #80 - Only Human
Your angelic voice has inspired me to create
Since I was a teen.
Hitting notes high above my range – natural and falsetto –
Notes I can only mouth and never hope to sing;
My voice shed its angel wings when I grew boobs
With a stomach to match.
Maybe I grew up with your simplistic yet stupendous sounds,
Maybe my mom listened to you too much
When I was young and impressionable,
But I only ever liked songs like yours – where they lyrics told a story,
Where the lyrics were decent and ‘singalongable’ – where
I could pretend to sing until I ran short
It's All You
21-12-15
I’ve been down this road so many times before,
That the pathway grows weary of my inner feet.
I’ve been down this path, mostly alone,
For few know the right words and won’t chance the wrong ones.
This path knows my voice, my tread, my smell,
And delights in surrounding me in darkest dark clouds,
So that I have no illumination to guide me.
My compass broke when you left;
It became stuck on you,
And now only points upwards where I cannot follow.
I dream of you, of blood, of death and life after...
It’s all tangles and tears and tearing and tides of anguish and sorrow.
It’s all you.
Maybe This Year
30-12-15
I endeavour to eradicate emotions.
Especially the pesky private ones such as soft sorrow,
Or deep depression – the type where darkness dares
To disguise itself as light,
To tempt me into settling for less than ‘normal’.
I know fear floods you with fantasies no ‘normal’ person should perceive,
But what is fear if not fallacy,
And what is fallacy if not pretending to want to be ‘normal’,
When all ‘normal’ is, is plain and boring?
Why not be extraordinary?
Why not live a life where you know you’ve loved and been loved,
Cared for and been cared for,
Shown kindn
Like a Blanket
30-12-15
Sorrow sits like a blanket binding my wounds,
As I wonder whys and hows and whos.
It covers me completely from head to tipsy toes,
As I wonder why it’s always got to go
That sorrow comes, in dead of night,
Sending joy cowering for cover in fright.
Sadness succumbs to sorrow’s curse,
And what makes it worse
Is that it’s nearly new year’s day;
I’m cursed in that way,
You’ll see,
That when I need to set goals I’m never free
To just set them and be.
Depression curls like a cat around my heart,
And I wonder why we were apart
For such a time, and how I could have longed
For it t
Honouring Christmas in a War Zone by MagicalJoey, literature
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Honouring Christmas in a War Zone
Honouring Christmas in a War Zone
22-12-15
I don’t know you well, so all I can say
Is that I hope you stay well on this Christmas day.
I don’t know if you celebrate, or if memories will
Come with destruction and render you still.
I don’t know you much really, so all that I know
Is that you’ve been through hell ,and sometimes reached out to those
Around you for love, support and kind care;
Oh I wish I was like them, but I am not there.
I don’t know much about you, ‘cept your name and some ills
Like depression and others, those paying the bills
With memories and madness, with perversion and pain;
I do hope
God, The Catterfly Prays, You Know by MagicalJoey, literature
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God, The Catterfly Prays, You Know
God, The Catterfly Prays, You Know
20-12-15
Oh God, you know how much I miss him
Even though there wasn’t much to miss when he left.
You know how weary I am of being wounded by this
Time and time and time again;
Going round and round and round in circles
Between October and Christmas and May,
Like a ditsy, dizzy, mournful moth
Flaring on the flame,
Then spiralling stupidly to the floor
To die cold and lonely;
Only my death is internal.
Oh God, you know the pain of a parent who outlives their child,
Even if the child was a 10-week foetus the shape of a seal
With a name already chosen,
And family already planning birthdays and Christmas
Christmas Wish For You
14-12-15
Christmas is a time of year that’s filled with fun and toys,
But it’s also that one time of year that should be filled with joys.
For some it is, but there are those whose joy has been sucked up
By mental monsters none can see; these people, they are stuck.
You’ve suffered long and suffered hard, you’ve suffered more than most,
Now comes the hardest time of all, time to deal with all the ghosts
Of depression’s mental mockery – they cry cries only you can hear
And only you can feel them pressing ever near.
Take one minute of one day to just sit still and be,
And maybe in th
My Exhausted Catterfly, Come to Me by MagicalJoey, literature
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My Exhausted Catterfly, Come to Me
My Exhausted Catterfly, Come to Me
13-12-15
Come find your rest in Me, oh darling, darling Catterfly.
You are searching for My heart, My spirit, My peace because you know
That I am what you need, now, forever, forever-ever and into eternity.
Come find your rest in Me, my sweet daughter,
For My burden is easier than yours,
And My yoke lighter than any other yoke you may be hitched to,
And I know that you are hitched to many, many yokes of different kinds.
As you begin your day, begin with Me in prayer
Even as you switch off the alarm and grumble,
Turn over, take your insulin and then close your eyes again
Because the day is just too hard to
Yet Another Exhausted Damaged Prayer by MagicalJoey, literature
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Yet Another Exhausted Damaged Prayer
Yet Another Exhausted Damaged Prayer
13-12-15
I need a superpower, Lord, and I need it fast.
I need the power of Faith, Lord, and I need my faith to last.
I need to have it active each and every day
And I need to have it real, Lord, in fresh anointing ways.
Come fill me with Your Spirit, Lord, come and make me whole.
Come fill me with Your Peace, Lord, come take back what he stole.
I need to have more Faith, Lord, more Faith in what You do
And I need that Faith to last, Lord, so let it come from You.
I’m a logical human being, Lord, I see things with my mind
So often so that my soul and spirit lag behind.
Give me superpowers, Lord, g
Do I Give Up My Memories This Christmas? by MagicalJoey, literature
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Do I Give Up My Memories This Christmas?
Do I Give Up My Memories This Christmas?
13-12-15
I remember you all the more at this time of celebration,
When children are unwrapping presents
And sitting on Santa’s lap
In honour of this time we call Christmas.
Your small flicker of a heart
Beating inside of me – life,
A life – the gift
Many woman want to receive.
I had you, for a brief lapse
Of the time dragon clock
You were mine,
And no wizard in the world could have made me click my heels
To pull me away from you.
But you were pulled away from me.
Torn asunder, torn from, torn between.
You broke and,
Like a clockwork toy missing a part,
I broke too.
Do I forget yo
Set Me Free
6-12-15
I’m a slave to emotions I do not feel;
Longing to lavish what I lack
Upon a lacklustre life,
But captive to fear and depression.
Enslaved by sorrow,
My ‘good’ feelings swim ever silent
In a soup of shame.
Search me, Oh God, and know my heart,
For it is an unknown entity to me.
Know what I hide inside,
What I struggle to display,
And show me the feelings I long for.
Bring me hope, joy, love,
And all things Godly and good.
Renew Your spirit in me,
So I may know You
As intimately as You know me,
Hear You as You whisper,
And walk with You
As You walk beside me.
Let me not forgo my faith
Because of faked fee
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Slanted Static (Collaboration) by MagicalJoey, literature
Literature
Slanted Static (Collaboration)
Slanted Static
January 2018
I am poetry
penned and gutted--
a half-slant half-cocked barrel,
a bullet nosediving (shot shy in the spotlight)
but awaiting the free verse of time.
I am poetry
carved from your soul--
a blunt sword swallowed by verse,
an arrow through an apple (a shot in the dark)
grabbed and broken by tradition.
I am poetry
stricken with silence--
I'll tell you a story
if you're willing to listen
of the blisters on my heart,
of the shadows in the dark,
of the spaces all my darts go to find motion...
but you have to be ready to take the fall
and trust the shattering.
I am poetry
bogged down with bruises--
tearing pieces from
The Art of Hiding Well (Ekphrastic Verse) by MagicalJoey, literature
Literature
The Art of Hiding Well (Ekphrastic Verse)
The Art of Hiding Well
26-11-17
With the world weighing upon her shoulders
And her choices heavy upon her heart,
She sits staring blindly at the beauty of the world;
Colours darken and sounds fade to static
As her past, present and possible future
Flash like lightening, behind blue eyes
Holding waves that could break upon her cheeks
At any moment.
She holds everything back behind her mask of pseudo strength,
Never allowing herself to feel anything
Other than guilt and shame and sorrow –
Agonising over what she did to get to today,
Wondering if it's worth it to carry on
Or if, maybe, today is the day she will lay it all down
And bury
The Questions That Come When Buttons Are Pushed, Part One
20-11-16
Do I love him more than You,
The little soul I lost?
When his heart ceased beating
What exactly did it cost?
Do I believe in Your great love,
Inexplicably divine?
Or do I believe my life as lost –
Too great this sin of mine?
Have I ever believed wholeheartedly
With all my inner self,
That Your grace and blood have washed me clean,
Covered my bruises, burns and welts?
Satan whispers soft and strong,
Words my mind and soul absorb,
But when it comes to promises
My mind ignores what's Yours.
Have I ever walked with You
Along life's winding road?
Or was it merely for ap
Set Me Free
6-12-15
I’m a slave to emotions I do not feel;
Longing to lavish what I lack
Upon a lacklustre life,
But captive to fear and depression.
Enslaved by sorrow,
My ‘good’ feelings swim ever silent
In a soup of shame.
Search me, Oh God, and know my heart,
For it is an unknown entity to me.
Know what I hide inside,
What I struggle to display,
And show me the feelings I long for.
Bring me hope, joy, love,
And all things Godly and good.
Renew Your spirit in me,
So I may know You
As intimately as You know me,
Hear You as You whisper,
And walk with You
As You walk beside me.
Let me not forgo my faith
Because of faked fee
Beach Ball with a Bubble by MagicalJoey, literature
Literature
Beach Ball with a Bubble
Beach Ball with a Bubble
13-8-14
Butterflies spin out of cruise control as they hover above the flowers marking the end of the path. The odd lazy monarch spirals dizzily over the heated sand catching a wave or two before coming back to the flowered shore.
Out on the beach the ants get lost among the grains until their ticklish feet touch tired toes. Mainly they are ignored; left to do their own business and go about their way, lost to any world but their own.
Close to the shore where the air mixes a boy blows bubbles; soap spiralling sluggishly from the wand. Surfing monarchs mingle with whimsical bubbly balls that drift out of control on
If you've been reading my status posts the last two days you'll know all about Khaleesi:and her best friend and life partner Johnny:For the next while 25% of everything I earn from what I sell will go into a savings fund just for them. For exactly wh...
Khaleesi and JohnnyAs you can see, Johnny was distracted by my housemates trying to leave the building and wouldn't pose nicely. Khaleesi on the other hand wanted pats and rubs and tickles and almost photo-bombed Johnny a few times.
These are the two...
To make an extremely long story short, I have inherited two dogs at my new place - I am in charge of feeding, walking, poop (yuk) and general health. This is an non-budgeted expense so I am asking for any donations towards buying them the following:1...
Thought of you today as I was organizing my art. I'm happy I got to make you happy with your prize. It's odd not seeing you around, but I know it's probably for the best.