So when I’m at my knees, facing your name carved in stone, Know that I respect you for lasting so long.
A poem for my uncle. he spent his life caring for my grandmother and after she passed away there were a lot a hassles and they were too much of a burden on his already wieghed down shoulders. Sadly, he took his life. Rest in peace Alister.
...Now you’re wearing wings, / And you’re soaring through the sky, / And I know you’re smiling down at me, / As I sit here and cry…
This was written to commemorate two very dear men in my life that I’ve lost through death. They were more like grandfathers to me than my own ACTUAL grandfather. Losing these two men was very tragic for me. Poetry helped me conquer the pain that I experienced by losing them.
A single, dull cloud hangs in the air - / From it falls a gentle trickle of / Tiny, infant droplets; cold to the touch / As they meet their …
Oft times we walk in the wilderness, our spirit lay low to the ground… / Our thoughts are turned to giving up, tears of woe are the only s…
Dedicated to my friend Trish…Come Aside and rest yourself a bit…It hurts my heart to see you in such turmoil and I ,like all your other friends want you to take care of you…we love you!
When I pray I almost feel that I am with him…
...this is an escape I wrote, I like to write mental escapes. It is sort of an ode to God. A prayer in dreamscape. A realization of his power and will. Knowing that I will be with him in all eventuality.
I am not cruel to them, in their minds and souls / so why do they prey on me / I do not understand / all I know for sure, is that it is not …
This is about political persecution and harrassment. One of their favorite tools is to abuse their target sexually. It is an easy hit, especially if their target is an attractive woman. They wrap you up in your own human history, and tell you that you are guilty for it, when being sexual should be a normal human function, they make it a crime. They dredge things up from the past, and play them over and over again, until they make you sick. They are master manipulators, and master controllers. And they never let you go to sleep…or at least anything that would be considered a good nights rest and dreams…only catnaps.
I am a prisoner with no key / you cannot see the bars / but they are there all the time / you cannot see the scars / the scars are painful / ...
Poison and cages… “POISON AND CAGES” was featured in the group Bits and Pieces July 2008
Let’s sail away / come with me / we’ll ride the bough / trusting the sea / in dreams we’ll stay / to chart the way / let come what may / Let’s s…
Ahh, I wish you could hear the melody, / it’s light – simple – and free. / Just read each line slowly, / with a beat between each – you’ll see.
With glimmmer of hope / and heaviness of heart / we light a candle, / to shine away / for wandering souls / that they may find / their way . / ...
Ripples running wide / on the smooth and bluey deep / Noon has passed, I sleep.
Haiku
Sitting in a timeless blur, / I shall tell the tales of the blood around me / The blood I love and the blood I hate, / The blood that is pu…
This is the first poem from my book, “Life: The Rollercoaster to R.I.P.” / Every Wednesday this year I will be releasing a new poem from the book.
Tick, tock, tick, tock / Goes the clock on the stucco walls of the coffee shop / Click, clack, click, clack / As I type another tale on my l…
“Life: The Rollercoaster to R.I.P.” By: Justin Martin Spicer © 2008/2009
Deepest passion, see me through / For this wretched loneliness clouds my view. / Even with success and commendations, / My soul still fills …
“Life: The Rollercoaster to R.I.P.” By: Justin Martin Spicer © 2008/2009
It’s no surprise when human beings end up where they were foreseen / Trash in the bin and debris in the gutter
“Life: The Rollercoaster to R.I.P.” By: Justin Martin Spicer © 2008/2009
And one day you will see- / See that I could be- / Be more than what is seen- / Seen by your judgmental eyes- / Eyes that burn holes - / Holes…
“Life: The Rollercoaster to R.I.P.” By: Justin Martin Spicer © 2008/2009
Sit here with me on the crumbling wall / Smell the ferns in the dell and the meadow hay
Inspired by the gorgeous art – Out of the Shadows by Richiedean Thank you for stopping a while in the dell with me to read my words! / Chookas! ♥
Hiding in the dark all day / Soul begins to run away.
“Life: The Rollercoaster to R.I.P.” By: Justin Martin Spicer © 2008/2009
Taking the good with bad, / The joyful times with the sad, / Some of you may not see / That all of this is meant to be.
“Life: The Rollercoaster to R.I.P.” By: Justin Martin Spicer © 2008/2009
In the land in between self and longing / I am at rest walking amongst / time immemorial Socrates and Plato I hear the christening of th…
There are times I need to have no thoughts…..difficult for someone like me who has picture reels always playing some sort of feature or a banner to read / This place of mine ’ Betwixt’ is where I go to daydream about no daydreams…...to just be me without any definition.
My interest fades in what is taught; / I drift away in deep thought. / Thinking about what will happen years from now: / Who, what, where, a…
“Life: The Rollercoaster to R.I.P.” By: Justin Martin Spicer © 2008/2009
Refresh, Renew My Spirit / Yes, Rest…Pray Find My Peace… / To Breath, Find Seek God / My Spirit Find Release
Remembrance Of Father, God…
Dream / Not of tomorrow / Of who you are today
For those people like me who worry too much and try too hard, I hope this poem brings some peace.
Peace be still and know that I am God…..
So often these words of reassurance, from God himself, come to me, often in times of trouble, distress and worry, but also when I cannot sleep. And it is then that I am eased into letting go to truly Rest in Him. Tonight I woke restless with much on my mind ~ our imminent move being at the centre of my thoughts ~ and a throbbing headache. So I rose, took some paracetamol and after browsing through Red Bubble, these words began and thus I wrote. Another gift. More reassurance. / And PEACE!
Upon the grasses prickling crests I bask / On sylvan breeze fresh and playful / Beneath a fire in heaven / Shown through perigean blue / To w…
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