Passions of a Hidden Mind

M Welsh Kevin

Description

This book is about the author's unrevealed emotional experiences, which are manifest only by the poetic writings. The book's metaphor is that of the Roman God, Janus, with the two faces of the God facing in opposite directions representing the two distinct perceptions of the emotional expressions of the author, the social, public face and the private, personal face. The book should connect with those people who, for whatever reason, choose not to reveal their inner thoughts and emotions, because some things should remain secret and private until it is safe or appropriate to make them known.

Informations

• Publié par: Book Venture Publishing LLC
• Date de parution: 19 juin 2018
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781640698154
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 3 Mo

Extrait

Passions of a Hidden Mind

KEVIN M WELSH
Copyright © 2018 by Kevin M Welsh.
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Printed in the United States of America ISBN-13: Softcover 978-1-64069-813-0 Pdf 978-1-64069-814-7 ePub 978-1-64069-815-4 Kindle 978-1-64069-816-1
Rev. date: 04/06/2018
Contents
Matters Challenging
My Emotional Choice
Let Me Be Not Encumbered
Gethsemane
It’s Not So Bad
Matters Tender
You Can’t Imagine Love
The Art Of Love
Believe In Me
Christmas In Arabia
Christmas Card
My Darling Son
Sleep Now My Baby Boy
First Love
Dis-connections
I Love You
If I Could
What I Can Do
Quietly Now
The Long Day’s Journey Into Night
Another Universal Time
Matters Traumatic
Sticks And Stones
Call Me ‘Massa Boss’
A Clean Or Shiny Face
The Dark
The Darkness Is My Constant Companion
The Sandwich
Matters Discontenting
Alone
O My Mother Country
Abandonment And Departure
Matters Compassionate
Waiting
What Others Do
The River Divide
The Mission
The Reason
Matters Felicitous
Rhapsody On A Life Once Lived
Contentment
Perfection
Ode To A Christmas Star
Matters Mortal
Forever
For What It’s Worth
The Sacrifice Within
For Want Of Better Days
Why Did You Go So Soon?
Sanctus Mortis
Thoughts On War
Come Death
Matters Spiritual
Forgiveness
I Live In Hope
Enfold Me Within Thy Love O Lord
The Trails Of My Life
Poetical Musings
Matters Challenging
My Emotional Choice
Nobody can make me angry… I just become a ngry.
Nobody can make me frightened… I just become fright ened.
Nobody can make me jealous… I just become jea lous.
Nobody can make me hateful… I just become hat eful.
Nobody can make me frustrated… I just become frustr ated.
Nobody can make me confused… I just become conf used.
Nobody can make me intolerant… I just become intole rant.
Nobody can make me sad… I just become sad.
Nobody can make me happy… I just become h appy.
Nobody can make me myself… I just become my self.
If I stop doing the things that make me angry… I will become calm.
If I stop doing the things that make me frightened… I will become confi dent.
If I stop doing the things that make me jealous… I will become respec tful.
If I stop doing the things that make me hateful… I will become lo ving.
If I stop doing the things that make me frustrated… I will become conte nted.
If I stop doing the things that make me confused… I will become deci sive.
If I stop doing the things that make me intolerant… I will become pat ient.
If I stop doing the things that make me sad… I will become h appy.
If I stop doing the things that make me want to give up on life… life will become rewar ding.
I f I stop trying to be someone else… then I will become my self.
If I become myself… then I can be all that I hope t o be.
Let Me Be Not Encumbered
Let me be not encumbered by vile hate…
Nor by crude haste another man to s corn.
And not be sundered with emotions torn…
Not to misfeign with deeds… to vio late.
Let me be not the victim of cruel fate…
Nor anguished by life’s tribulations… worn.
Lest I be cast dishonoured and for lorn
Into the mould of sin degene rate.
But let me graciously reside con tent…
With inner peace and love… the world to b less
Through kind compassion and true gentle ness…
And pass the ways with fulsome joy besp rent.
May good counsel and pure sere nity
Find favour and ever abide wit h me.
Gethsemane
Oh God! I can’t go through with this. T here
Must be some way out of this… some way out.
If I knew that it was going to b e as
Painful… baneful… insaneful… strai nful
As this I wouldn’t have chosen this path.
Fuck! It’s all turned out shit… it’s all
Absit omens… understood by the Ro mans.
SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! FUCK!
Maybe… just maybe… there’s some
Slight… flight from this…
From this plight… this fright. It m ight
Be alright. Maybe it’s possible , if
Improbable, that
This horrible situation is stopp able…
No it’s not. Of course not, you p rick!
Shit! I can’t relinq uish
This ang uish.
I can’t vanquish this torment shit…
It won’t vanish. This d read…
This bitter shred cannot be fled.
Oh God! This is going to b e so
Bad… mad… so terrible… it’s just
Unbearable… despairable… unfair able…
I know it. I wish I was not filled with
Such terror. I wish to be the empero r of
My fate… my error is to wish other ways.
I don’t want to face it. I wis h it
Was all over… done with… sorted. Oh God!
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Shit!
But, if it has to happen please don’t make
It so …
Not so hard… please make it pass qui ckly.
Go on, why don’t you?
I don’t want to linger… I do not want to li nger…
To malinger in fate.
I don’t want to wait… wait fo r it.
I’m in a dreadful state… it gr ates
On me. Oh! How I hate this. At this
Rate nothing will sate my emot ions.
Oh! Why oh why does
It have to be like this?
What’s the fuckin’ p oint?
But then… I sup pose
It does… and I have to fac e it…
I can’t get out of this shit p lace…
This shit will just chas e me.
It is clear … I’ve got to go through wit h it…
Get on with it… this shit… this pit
Of torment. I’m at my wit’s end.
It’s near… this awful fear.
Just make it bearable… no t ears…
Merely dreadful… not sheerly drea dful.
Make it decrease, enough to releas e me
Into the realm of peace and ease.
PLEASE! Why don’t you?
Fuck it! I’ll take the pl unge…
I’d better get on wit h it…
Get it over and done with. Here goes… into
The unknown… the dark abyss… the point of no re turn.
HI HO SILVER… LET’S GO GERO NIMO!
It’s Not So Bad
Sometimes I feel really bad…
Like… I am right up to my neck
In a giant bucket of shit…
Which is gradually getting co lder.
But I don’t feel so sad
When I think… ‘So what the heck!
It’s not so bad. I s it?
For I’m standing on your shou lder.’
Matters Tender
You Can’t Imagine Love
You can imagine you can touch the sky…
Imagine a river running dry…
Imagine the sound of an angel’s sigh…
But you can’t imagine love.
You can imagine you can feel the sun…
Make a rainbow’s colours run…
Imagine you can lift a ton…
But you can’t imagine love.
You can imagine a sunset’s ruddy hue…
Imagine you can make red blue…
Imagine the taste of morning dew…
But you can’t imagine love.
You can imagine the bottom of a well…
Imagine a rose’s fragrant s mell…
Imagine heaven, imagine hell…