We Don’t Always Get Up

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We Don’t Always Get Up

Born my son
of youth,
My pride
shadowed you,

Our long talks
sitting under the stars,
Your wisdom
learning astounding.

You followed me,
To the sky,
Your letters,
soothed ego,
in uniform you came,
healthy and strong.

Randomness comes, without warning,
Chaos follows, tragedy forms,
Every rising
sun it hides,
Limping up my path,
Gunshot one leg,

You a ghost decimated by meth,
My heart bled, my love insane,
weak, sick,

Meth demon chained,
withdrawal, horror for all,

Detoxing,rehab came,
Daily classes, groups and counseling,

Fell on meths ears and a mind so distant,
likewise wife impaled,
two little girls came,

Wasn’t long
Meth summoned you back,
she had a grimy fist,
grasping your soul,

girls gone,
No family,
A Spector,
of the haze,
Abandoning goodness,
for Satans crumbs,

We watched you implode,
only love remained,

Your Wife descended down in your darkness,
Her daughters lost their mother,
Your hand
sought a rope,
many times,

But the demons could not be restrained,
Our pain ebbed and flowed,
The tidal shift’s,
drifted hope to sea,
Only love remains,

Soon came rising waters,
height of our faith,
All was well,
no horizon,
nor darkness,
we saw,

I cried,
I prayed,
maybe sooner should I,
But Randomness
and Chaos,
checked our god,

We each fell like dominos, sheep off a cliff
following
No hope,
no faith,
nor love could
I taste,

My heart became stone,
heavy and throbbing,
Son of youth,
No longer can
I shadow you,

I can only lay you in a velvet box,
hidden away
with my grief,

Yes Chaos and Randomness,
are the true gods of man,
is a two edged sword....

Can something come from naught,
while asleep,
I weep,I weep.

By James Kirk-Wiggins (c) January 2020, All rights reserved

Fake Love

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Falling in Love with a Picture

 

Illusion morphs in a dream,

The vision overtaking my eyes,

A silver forming stream,

Softly air unaware releasing sighs,

 

Her vision soaking me in,

Silver streams drift forward to each,

Both now looking within,

Clarity mocks beyond reach,

 

Our vision is a pools image,

Reversing sight through other,

Dimensions of silver light engage,

Joining together as one another,

 

Complete, clarity, true, true love,

Words, beyond words, a molecular rhythm,

A divine intervention I reach above,

Wait, no, reality falls, killer, vicious crime,

 

My vision was but a fools illusion,

What mad trickery captured my soul,

She is not her, but sudden confusion,

One fell, another arose, where but a satanic hole,

 

Weeping tears flood her eyes,

She, Only because my love surpassed my hold,,

I see love in-spite, even myself, while covered in lies,

But my divine Love, heart cry’s, what is being told,

 

Clearly my beloved, I am the truth not illusion,

I see truth, yet my passion was for another,

Not so, the picture as Love, was your desperate conclusion,

She cried our love remains divine, one for other.

 

by James Kirk-Wiggins (c) February 20, 2020

All Rights Reserved.  LiberiPress.com

 

My Notes: You May find it difficult to understand the situation in this poem, so did I, but not in the reading. I’m a hack Poet at best, which is why I didn’t submit it in the contest about rising above reality. When I finish the short story on the events this poem is based it will be come apparent, and like me you will say; “WHAT?” .

Soulmates and Twin Flames

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TAKE MY SOUL – My Twin Flame

The Material one Wonders, sewing doubts, maybe?
The Soul completes, two emerge as one,
The chaos of the divide collapses
Material succumbs to pressure as diamonds

Obstacles fade, diminishing, unseen evermore,
Where comes these Shadows of material world,
Sewing doubt, fear, feet frozen in place,
Expanding omnipotent universe, thrusting us together,

Soul completion achieved, syntropy prevails,
All Material is fleeting flesh, ghostly,decaying corruption, Our spiritual souls unite, ignite, comets flashing by,
We Grasp this joy tightly, savor every breath, laugh, love evermore,

Our bodies, minds, souls emerge into singularity,
O' great wonder have we beheld,
A soul split, miracle of miracles, Then a soul unites,
Explosive quasars pale to this love reborn,

Completeness, destiny, eternity roars with laughter,
The divine rises, blessing their creation,
Together, ecstatic togetherness, YES evermore,
lovers eyes invade and envelope each in eternal embrace

I Love you~

MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie

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Photo Challenge and MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie #301
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This is a device often used like a muse, to inspire poets, writers and artist. This particular device is called a Picture Prompt. My Poem is called Free Style.

LOOKING IN
Morning,
Awake yes,
Alive, on the fringe,
The dream again,

The image isn’t mysterious,
I’ve been excluded,
His life isn’t inclusive,
I peer in a widow pane,

Looking for him,
My home is vacant,
As is my heart,
But sharing the house, 

As if different dimensions,
Moving past him,
He past me,
We are passing ghost,

Once vibrant love,
I longed for him,
Until we reunited,
Now it’s not so, 

You don’t miss the unseen,
The unfeeling

You can’t bury a remembrance,
A grave rejects such,
You can’t run either,
He so fills your being,

We grew simultaneously,
Each part of the other,
Can you leave your identity,
Would you,

I don’t see happiness,
In a new beginning,
 only this loneliness,
My forever companion,

So I remain,
Floating and looking in,
The widow pane,
Of a life that is no more. 

Poem, "Looking In" by James Kirk-Wiggins
(c) All Rights Reserved, LiberiPress.com








It Changed Everything

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IT CHANGED EVERYTHING 

Random, primal,
perilous is life,
I a spring leaf,
falling with the breeze,

Day of Chaos-adrenalin,
slashing strife,
Intense hidden desires,
No, NO, no, I wheeze,

Impossible,
shame,
self-destruction,
I lose,

Chains,
despair,
tears abound,
run, run, run

Love and desire,
too much I choose,
Bloody skin seeping,
sat I weeping in the sun,

Desiring life,
longing for love and honor,
Was a sudden insane flash,
and the loss of one,

befell the other,
no longer,
ever,
am I my father’s son,

This foggy frozen life,
cannot I endure,
My soul in chains,
hand with knife,

a foolish endeavor,
as the devil’s lure,
Yes I a dead, zombie,
goodbye sinful life,

Copyright © Jim Wiggins | Year Posted 2017 Poetry Soup, Updated 2020

Love and Lust

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Thoreau so wise,
“the mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation.”
Materialism isn’t desperation,
It’s football, a game,
not desperation for the sane,
And never goes quiet,LOVE AND LUST


Yet; Love and Lust,
a battle, a challenge,
eye and heart sync,
Victory! Victory!
a young man’s prize,
This too shall pass,
Always,

Then, Love and Lust,
Held tightly within,
Delusions of course I say,
Desperation of desire burns,
seething quietly, slowly, desperately,
Just quit I say,

Wonderful, Love and Lust
Then she smiles,
Elation, yes this is love,
Rainbows fade too quickly,
Peaks and Valleys,
Quit, nay, I can’t,

Just maybe, Love and Lust,
Hope quickly return,
And one day she’s gone,
Quiet desperation it is!
Yes, it is quiet desperation.
then another will come,

Jim Kirk-Wiggins (c)

Two Lovers Diverge

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TWO LOVERS DIVERGE Inseparable in university days, Loving botany in myriad of ways, We dreamed as one each night, Entranced, same stars in sight, Our fantasy the Appalachian trail, Science was the official tale, Yet, what circled our mind, delights in each other, sure to find, A journey of days we laughed, prepared, No fear, trepidation, nothing scared, As the beginning of the Tarot fool, All would be as a precious jewel, Our discoveries on the trail we shared, Excited, happy, so focused, what we bared, Nights we chatted stumbling over the other, Love softly spoke, blinded, going further, Many days, tiring treks, weather, and hail, Our energy sometimes did fail, Then a wave of love, again did rise, beauty shimmered in those eyes, One day, I know not when, Our interest did not blend, Trees I felt, loved, was fauna warmed her delight, Different sparks, thus we studied at night, Less and less common arose a test, Whether climbing or at rest, Of mundane we talked, of weather, of camp, Words fell down, flickered, it was an empty lamp, Her spite and anger, would flair, Emotions I couldn’t settle nor prepare, Many days, we trekked, two by two, alone, I, she I think, looked past, we saw home, Confused, begin again? Impediments others never passed, we, I, her, overcame, Yet, did sands flow down, now time depart, I sighed, in pain, alone, to start, As they say; I counted the cost, Joy, love, wonder, all to be forgotten, lost, I traveled long, was late, never love again? But, I can live in these clouds, shadows, rain, I don’t know. I wait. I wait. By James Kirk-Wiggins