The book’s title:
A Sachet of Poetry
Adoration – Anger – Asylums – Aspiration
These poems characterize the thoughts of innocence sold into a false world of adoration. Living in silence, God did not keep this innocence from hell, and death would be a long way off and life was between the now and then. Ahead lay sacrifice, pain and suffering. Life should be fruitful; the human life produces scenes of public, private distress and anger springs forth with hate and blood. Mortally led to the mysterious world of knowing the fist is not love, it is the slaughter of innocence. Innocence institutionalized because of disobedience, failing to comply with and act upon the orders of their controller, the answer asylum. Reality embedded within the soul of innocence, no future, no meaning to life. Innocence in truth wants and dreams of death; these are the true aspirations of the abused. These words are dedicated to all of those innocence humans that will never know happiness, and death lives with them every day as a means of freedom. This sachet of poems, are small packets of words depicting the thoughts during the lives of such innocents.
A Sachet of Poetry – Adoration – Anger – Asylums – Aspiration is a collection of poems created from a fact-based work of fiction. An innocent young girl named Rebecca was forced into an asylum by her mother and husband, the poems are created from her thoughts during a time of adoration after finding she might love this evil person; it soon turned into anger. The poetry changed during this journey into thought depicting her time in the asylum lead to her reflections, her aspirations of seeking death.
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Like the Phoenix, I have lived long,
reinvented and rejuvenated from life
experiences, reborn in spirit, I ask; where
do I belong. I stand alone, lived things
that too many are unknown. Happiness
never found, worthless are my desires,
quiet kindling of the fires, burned by the
flame, born, dying, they are the same. I
want to believe that the angels will be
there and in their arms I will ascend, I want
to believe that time will live beyond the end.
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Love is an out of control fire
bringing splendor, pain, calm
and surprise, the results of
infinite desire. Cheating lovers
are talons tearing at the heart,
bringing bewilderment, despair,
more than a soul can bear.
Loves flame smothered brings
darkness to the spirit, the world fills
with discord and strife; only the
winds of time can rekindle loves light.
Love is renewal, the return of spring,
laughter and passion, the voice within
A newly found desire blooms, a bud
opening to the pleasure of the heart
and soul, a new story waiting to be told.
Deserter, traitor, cheater fades from
memory, nothing from the past remains;
trust returns a gift from the Heavens and
love lives again.
In the emerald clover field,
love concealed; shapes made
aware, breathing in the
morning air. Secret love,
clandestine thoughts roam;
times lost forget home; heart
ignores evil, wrong sheds away;
dreams are of only today. Love
freely given without consideration
there in the clover field under heaven.
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Inspiration, the design of life,
singing, forgotten in the night,
slivers of daylight. Visions,
feathery wings swiftly take flight.
Images within the mind, phantom
sounds beneath the breast. Smiling,
moans floats across plum skies,
impending destiny, beating hearts
rest. shivering below that which is
divine, sacred bodies, loves shimmering
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The Simplicity of Life…
The human race has many possessions; as time has spawn generations of collectors where material gain has become an obsession…
Rickety Ole Man
A hot southern sun hides behind the willows on muddy Flint Creek, cotton pickers sweat falling on parched lips taste like salty brine while they wait for the Ole man to call “quitting time”…
Disappearing into Hell
Growing old, no splendor to the body, luste has disappeared from aging eyes. Vanished beauty unavoidable, shaded looks from an old lover causes the soul to cry…
Sharp as a diamond was my mother’s tongue, no expression in the face she wore, set frame of mind, her last wish for me a lifetime of foreboding left me in dread; it lives on from her deathbed…
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