I walk a lonely road where no one can find me. It seems that fear has engulfed me, and sorrow has overtaken me. Wide and fearsome eyes glow in the darkness and surround me. I hesitate to cry out, for I have accepted the reality of perpetual futility. Dark creatures hover above; it is my spirit they seek to take from me. In silent despair, I accept that my faith has left me, reluctantly. The road is dark and I can’t see anything in front of me. My blindness in the vast darkness has caused me to move painfully slowly. In sorrow, my will wanes, and my heart beats lethargically. In the chains and clutches of the dark place, my desire is to one day be free. Tears have fallen from my eyes like in a rainy season when raindrops fall from overcast skies. Who will hear my pleas? Who will acknowledge my cries? O most merciful God, please don’t abandon me now in my time of need, for the darkness seeks to consume me, and fear and sorrow have almost brought me to my knees.
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Oh, what summers we’ve spent together New York! Your city nights are vibrant and bustling with life. Your bright lights intrigue my sense of sight, and capture my imagination! I will take a stroll through central park in the warmth of the sun, and enjoy the vastness of the lush greenery. I will taste of your expansive cuisine and drink to my heart’s delight! I will walk the city blocks and recapture the fond memories of the past. I will leave the cares of the world behind, and jump on the 2 line, to look down on familiar city streets and reminisce. O New York, you are the city that I truly miss! Let me immerse myself in your culture and find myself again; being with you in the summer is like reconnecting with an old and trusted friend.
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In sorrow I hope for joy.
In hell I hope for heaven.
In darkness I hope for light.
In pain I hope for comfort.
In suffering I hope for Peace. -
If only I could tell her once more that I love her. If only I could reach out and touch her hand to comfort her. If only with tears in my eyes I could again whisper her favorite song. One more long kiss before we reunite again in eternity. We are inseparable in love eternally. Let the dreams we dreamed, flourish like a flower forever in your memory. My spirit will perpetually weep, until again we meet in heavenly glory. You loved me with a passion and depth that touched my soul indelibly. How can I accurately describe to the world your grace and your beauty? Your words of kindness and your love brought sunshine into my life. Strangers would stop and take notice of your countenance and light. I love you, with a love that is unconditional, and deep within me. I poured out my soul to you, as you listened quietly with intense love, and feelings that your eyes conveyed to my spirit intently. We have sealed our vows in love, and immersed them in the deep rivers of honor and loyalty. Until my dying day when we again see each other, my love, I swear on my soul that you will always live in my heart forever.
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The tortured souls
Who lived in pain,
Remember their suffering;
Remember their namesIn silent torment,
They lived their lives;
Their bodies still,
In the earth they lieWhen the lights are off
In the quiet night,
It is then I cry
And remember their plightIt’s your will and essence
That it takes from you;
There is perpetual darkness,
Though the skies are blueWho will cry for us when we are gone?
For our bodies are tired,
And our souls are worn;
Still we live our livesAnd we carry on;
Still the nights are sleepless,
And the days are long;
The misery and illness,It takes its toll;
My heart longs for warmth,
But the world is cold. -
Silent suffering
Incessant pain,
undiagnosed trauma
And constant rainIn your darkest hour
Remember your name,
Search for strength
You are not to blameWho can know your sorrow?
Who can know your plight?
Who can measure your resolve?
They haven’t lived your lifeYears have passed
And you have endured,
Still the road is hard
Still you long for morePeace of mind
Has been a dream,
Although you smile
It is not as it seemsBehind the eyes
Is where it stays
In silent suffering,
You live day by day. -
She walks in the night’s shadows, soliciting customers as they pass by. There is a sadness in her eyes; a profoundly deep and troubled look, that only the streets could fathom. The years have passed by, and her once radiant beauty has turned into a weathered face, and aging body. The streets are cold and unforgiving, as it takes of her essence and leaves her destitute with no assurance of life or future happiness. She is lost in a world of drugs and alcohol as she sells herself to feed her addiction. Her heart is heavy with sorrow and her story is one of pain and turmoil. She stands under a street light and lights a cigarette. She inhales deeply and allows the nicotine to enter her lungs and invade her bloodstream. Her eyes show no emotion as she stares into the dark night. Eyes that scour blocks and alleyways for signs of imminent danger, while at the same time keeping a keen sense for potential customers as she makes her rounds on a summer night in Hunts Point. She can feel a piece of her soul leave her every time the undignified exchange takes place. After the deed is done, crumpled and dirty bills are given, while more than flesh is taken. Still, the night goes on, as shadowy figures move about on the rough and gritty streets. She seeks out other peddlers of the night to make another exchange, but this time she will pay for the euphoria she seeks; it has become a part of her now. She relies on it to make it through the night. The days wane and the nights are long. It lies dormant during the day, but it is in the night, that the streets are awakened with activity. The sordid cycle is repeated again and again; Faces disappear and are never seen again. The years fade away like leaves in the wind. Some familiar characters can still be seen walking on dark blocks, as the sound of crushed glass can be heard under foot. A look into their eyes, and the soul can be seen. In a moment’s notice their story is told.
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My lady; how was your day? I have long awaited your arrival. Let me take the time to say I love you, and that you are a wonderful woman and excellent mother. This evening, let us do something out of the ordinary. Let us go out on the town and enjoy the evening. Let me romance you, as we discuss the origins of our love, and remember our first kiss. Darling, you are a beautiful woman; your eyes speak to my soul. Your elegance is unprecedented, and your soothing voice moves me into deep and undiscovered emotions. I remember your tears of joy the day I asked you to be my wife, forever to love and cherish. I have taken you to your favorite restaurant, and have ordered your most enjoyable appetizers and entrees. We will savor sweet red wine with our fine meals, and share desert. How was your dinner my love? Allow me to move my chair closer to yours, so I can hold and kiss you. Let the crowds gaze upon our affection and see the nature of our true love. In these precious moments our love is rekindled over and over. I truly only have eyes for you. The night is young yet, my darling. Let us enjoy live music in an intimate setting, and slowly dance together while we kiss. I love seeing your smile and hearing your laughter, as humor fills our hearts. With the cares of the world behind us, a nightcap is certainly warranted. My lady, I want you now more than ever; let us take our leave and go to our home. We will explore each other passionately, and with profound sensuality. I will pleasure you unselfishly, and we will go to the deeper depths, and higher heights of intimacy. You are my one and only love. Goodnight honey; let us sleep in peaceful bliss.
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O lovely Cherry Blossom tree! In spring you bloom
And spread your glorious canopy; your edible petals
Invigorate my taste buds and cause my spirit to be happy;
Your fragrance is intoxicating; your natural perfume is
Wondrously lovely! Let me spend the morning and the
Evening with you; let me bask in your glory as I sit in the
Shade underneath your heavenly beauty; Your softness;
Your delicacy; your lovely pink and white colors: They all
Enthrall me! Your wonderful elegance is evident as you Pose
In gorgeous display! How many ways can I show my appreciation
And love for you, O Cherry Blossom? I await your yearly arrival
With much anticipation and impatient glee; I prepare A picnic
Basket with savory wines and tasty appetizers to enjoy in the
Presence of your most inviting company! In the warmth of the
Sunshine, on the bark of your tree, I will write a lovely poem for you;
O lovely Cherry Tree! Next April come back, and please blossom once
Again for me. -
In her moment of solitude she has found peace and light in her heart. The tranquility of her mind overtakes her, as her body is warmed by the feelings of love and happiness. She lifts her head to the sky to witness the glory of the heavens as she whispers a short prayer. Tears roll down her face as she releases her heavy burdens, and as the light flushes out the darkness. The yokes of iron that held her captive, and in sorrow have been broken. The hurt that she carried so long has been decimated and replaced with healing; a soothing balm of unconditional love, understanding and peace of mind has covered her. The deep scars of the past have disappeared, and the pain in her memory has been washed away. She has come home to her true self; she has recaptured her spirit; her essence is more precious than the most polished of the rarest metals and diamonds. She had always been a free spirit, but she had lost her way. Her bright light was dimmed by the people who had used her and had taken freely of her essence. Her spirit was like a trapped bird wailing in sorrow to be released into the air to fly once more, but they could never take the hope and the beauty inside of her. Her eyes have cried so many tears, and she has endured so much pain. Nights of anguish without any sleep as she sought rest, but could find only anxiety, as intrusive thoughts invaded her mind. The weariness of her body and of her mind were enough to make the angels cry. Her heart is a hidden gem and light exudes from her. No one can take of her energy any longer, for she bathes in light and her essence has overtaken her. Her spirit has been made whole again in divine healing and she is blessed. She walks in the wondrous nature of the earth with joyous laughter and her spirit is free. The sounds of the valley streams are calming as she drinks of the pure and cool water, reviving her soul once more.
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