NaPoWriMo - Day 16

Anxious Heart

Be still my heart within
In your deepest dwelling place
Be safe and sure, nothing more
Do know you are ever more

What grips and pawns
does fear instill
pitter patter
heart be still

Nervous tension
clenching hands
mind aloof
solid angst

Grab a hold
Grounded state
Brave and bold
Don't be haste

Be still my heart within
In your deepest dwelling place
Be safe and sure, nothing more
Do know you are ever more

NaPoWriMo - Day 15

To Do List

This and that
never ending
mind obstructed
with no mending

Forget in mind
Write it down
List in bind
Get in round

Remember this
Remember that
All a day's
bitter trap

Rest is now
for today
Tomorrow is
another day

NaPoWriMo - Day 14

Fear

Afraid, to be afraid
tensions, nervous
anxious foreboding
crippled, paralyzed

Fear, to fear
perception gone awry
entangled emotions
bodily angst

Control, control lost
victimized, being victim
afraid none shall save
protection missing

Cancel, eminent experience
surrounded, encompassed
no way out
locked, captured

Perception, the unknown
lack of clues
inexperienced, unaware
expectancy of hurt

Survival, instinct
divine intuition, divine fate
peaceful flow
in the zone.

NaPoWriMo - Day 13

Karmic Equation

If a man though try will fail,
whose intent, does not entail.
Karma counters, every best,
from succeeding, any test.

Life and life, even pay.
Karma does, retaliate.
Fool is He, invented scheme.
Even is, justice deems.

No escape, despite attempts.
Karma pays, in the end.
If this life, is ended short,
karma deems, round for more.

No arms, no legs, if needed be,
'til Karma spent, in you and me.
Cruelty is, as it may seem,
but payment must, end its deed.

NaPoWriMo - Day 12

Forgotten Miracles

What faith does last when faced with challenge unhindered? What cries are heard when shed in

silence? The cringe of agony. The shriek of inner pain. The turmoil relentless, of prayers

unanswered. Where does my miracle lie? Where is my SALVATION? Faith no more, heard no more,

lifeless living. The fallen soul, quietly living in utter futility. Who does answer?

Purposeless living. Living daily in vain. No purpose, no life, no living, dull pain. The shell,

the ghost, the tired frustrations. Where is my miracle? Where is my salvation? Value forgotten,

life forgotten. No person, no thing, no living within. In silence does exist the spirit within,

though lifeless is that whose purpose is shed. Cry by night, cry by day, endless clamor,

endless pain. Forgotten again, wasted hope. Days and years, lives gone by. Cruel is that whose

watch is silent. Witness divine, with purpose unknown. Wait as I, clamor as I, scream as I, to

top of lung. That agony, that cry, that endless pain. Who's life can live through fallen faith?

What miracle? What hope? What chance have I, that an ear should hear? What chance have I, that

action be made? In vain I cry, in vain I cringe, in vain I clamor to silent witness. Where is

my miracle? Where is my salvation? Life no more, end no more, live no more, fight no more.

Nothing else to be said, no tears left to cry, no life left to live. All in vain... Not hour

nor day, but years and decades. Life spent, life be wasted. Forgotten miracles.

NaPoWriMo - Day 11

Lost Souls

Wake and work, eat and shower.
Transport, transport, rush and rain.
9 to 5, sleep, again.
Drone and bot, mindless man.

Children, children, half of one.
House and fence, those who rent.
Family, neighbors, Joe 'n Sez.
Car and van, all in plan.

Programed living, channels and you.
One or two, plenty to choose.
Faith and same, bigots in pay.
All the rest, nuts and shame.

Each a soul, wasted though.
Blind and bait, shady state.
Lamb and mule, same to you.
Spirit gone, wasted living.

NaPoWriMo - Day 10

Numbers

In One, I AM, singular person.
There's Two, community, liaison.
With Three, wholeness, divine completion.
And Four, test & trial, hard preparation.
It's Five that brings change and newness.

All of Six is of man and his relations.
The power of Seven brings divine insight.
While Eight is of karmic wealth.
Through Nine, humanity is aided.
Round-about Ten, Me aggrandized.

NaPoWriMo - Day 9

My Living

My survival is cooperation - things together as one.
My money, my income, ever present daily.
My body is my health, and stress rules it.
My home is abode, try to maintain it well.

My life and its purpose - given birth for this.
My destiny and the one responsible for it.
My aspirations and my goals, only when focus is present.
My plans and my actions, when written down, automation.

My want and my desire - the reasons for my forward movement.
My things, they cling to me, following me here and there.
My identity, what things, what likes, what words.
My legacy, the people, the past, what's left behind.

My memories, my childhood, destructive force.
My love and brokenness - confidence denied.
My kin and close ones due trial and treachery.
My lost ones remind me that time has ending.

My mind and peace are at constant battle.
My security has always felt as unknown.
My path eludes me despite my intent.
My days are numbered, I'm not finished yet.