There is a place you can go that is full of only love and Warmth .
you will be surrounded by a light that shines from the Heavens ,
Sprinkles of Silver and Gold.
This place is filled with brilliant colors of Purple , vibrant Gold, all colors.
not one Color is less significant then another ,
for every color is equal here .
This place is surrounded by the beauty of different Flowers.
All flowers have significance here . No one Flower is better then another .
All Flowers are equal here .
It is important you know , you can cry here , and should cry as often as needed .
For the tears will cleanse your Soul and give the Flowers water to grow.
No one Tear is insignificant here , every tear has value and not one is better then another .
money holds no value , Where you live , what you own, has no significance here .
You will be surrounded by a beautiful light that shines from the Heavens .
A shining warm light will encircle you and allow nothing to hurt you .
Hate will be shed at the door like an old jacket of no use.
There is a place of beauty and Worth.
This place will not be found on Earth .
It is a place where no one person is better then another .
I wake up crying alone in the dark;
The thoughts of the dream made me scream;
I seek out your hand but its not there, nor are you;
I take ahold the bear and hug it tight.
I hold it,rocking myself, that dream was to real;
How we used to be, oh so happy;
In your arms, I was so safe;
Your kiss made my heart leap.
I miss you cant you see?
Our love was strong;
She came along and broke it;
Now we are done.
I know its the summer time because of how naturally
Your beauty compliments the caress of a summer breeze
As I watch the world from beneath a shady tree
I take in the delightful comfort of everything I see
But in the same breath I am holding up my hands
Lord will you please give me back the things I no longer have
They are even more a part of me now that they are gone
As the sun falls below where the horizon is still holding on
Somewhere between the falling light and a star lit night
Is a dream that last forever and will never say goodbye
As the wind gently blows through the brush and shakes the leaves
It begins to hum a melody that I want to sing
At that very moment I smile for all the joy I have
Its so uplifting for me to see melancholy dance
Soon the morning sun will rise and capture my eyes
As I watch the hand of God paint a brand new sky
With every stroke of color I swallow all my pride
And I find a new place to dream of endless times
If I should ever get to the place I left my broken heart
Only then will I believe this brand new day will start
Again Im reminded of why my heart beats so restlessly
Only the speed of thought and my soul beneath this tree
Every day i wake up thinking you're still here near me but i just can see the shadow you
leave over the spot you used to stay, you stay not longer there there, it's just your
shadow that have your silhouette, sometimes i think i hear your sweet voice once again
saying my name but it's just the wind whispering on my ear, when someone knocks the door i
became so happy and i say your name aloud hopeing that were you, day by day i sit here
waiting for you calling me once again. one more time is enough, i see the rain falling on
a cold day and i wish you were there with me, hugging me as you used to do and warming me
just to see me happy, when i take a shower i think about you, and don't just fall water
drops also fall tears because i know i lost the sweetest person in my life.
PS: ashton come back please, i miss you so much.
trust yourself !
and don't fall down
and you will be happy
and be yourself
and be happy who you are
and you will grow wings and fly
fly to your dream
of something big
im livin in a world, where all eyes on me.
trying to curve my own route.
but route 66 keeps finding its way to me.
ive been plenty sick, in all the events layed before me.
even when i reflect to my lowest points
i dont regret any of the choices
That I’ve deployed in my era
A lot of it by error, but hey
We live in hell conditions and there ain’t no air condition
Or any guidelines when life throws you in the sidelines
But when hindsight twenty twenty hits
You’ll begin to understand life’s a bunch of equations and you in the mix of it
An you’ll have to think twice, before running into a situation and becoming the best of it
it’s what got me here, it’s what got us here
Ran with my thoughts blazing up to her place and
Guess what happened next
She opened up heaven’s gate
And just before late I slipped out
I’m a Grown ass man
Doin his thing, waitin to blow up like an old land mine
In doin what he drools over
But time after time
Something decides to creep up and cover the light
Lost my way
Then I revoked to ever know, I ever thought that way
But in the in between time, that in the mean time
Spent a lot of time
Gettin pissed off just to medicate and lift off
Don’t need Don Perion to sip off
Already had my way with the bottle
Even thought to get back with the trouble and rejoin the hustle
That’s just what happens to a man who really knows his old ways
Whos tired of making ends meet and ponders getting back to the streets.
Memory sets in and he remembers an O.G. saying
No matter how tall your pockets stand when you ball
Eventually times gonna make you fall
And I as I pull myself together
I don’t wanna end up like the twin towers rubble
I mean no offence to nine eleven but at that time I probably could have used a reverend
But all that’s irrelevant now
because i live with a different perspective now
there you go you made it to the end :-) comment if you like, constructive criticism wanted as well.
A huge ego breaks off love’s embrace,
A tiny ego slips off love’s embrace,
No ego, no embrace of love!
A selfless ego suffocates from love’s embrace,
A selfish ego wards off love’s embrace,
No ego, no embrace of love!
A super-visual ego overshadows love’s embrace,
A deep-seated ego is colonized by love’s embrace,
No ego, no embrace of love!
A healthy ego humbly looks above,
A healthy ego can lead and also serve...
Its nerves know not pressured blood,
But developing it is almost hard!
I feel young
But I am not young
I feel old
But Iam not old
I am on the way of living
Enjoying the life style
Its Rhythm,passion & technology
I prefer the new
Respect the old
But don”t belong to either
I want to become a new old style
A style of happiness , a blend of beauty
No boredom , no restrictions-
I care health living and laughing.
Be a CHILD
Be tension free
Am I young?
YES I AM YOUNG
Beena Sudheer(GHSS Veliyancode HSST-Political science)
Forever setting an casting this life. Forever weeping its sunda as she crashed and put her self at bay.
Hide away weeping and creeping always seeping. Never to see the light of day. For every morning weeping for ever creeping up thy path. Rusty gates lay at bay. Creeping open at a whisper !!!!
The city stands tall at a glance she will never fall. The people fight for the right to strand. But they seek no darkness. And seek no creeping path of sunda. To feel the warmth off this slumber. As they sleep this nightmare away.
The city sleeps but never weeps as she lay in rune. Waiting for her people to walk her streets once more. The city shall stand tall. And shine with all her might as the people return once more.
Will I turn back? No, why?
Cuz this is my path, in life.
Will i stop, and wait for death?
Or will I live life, Breath by breath?
I choose to live day to day, with this life,
Cuz death can take us at any time.
Why not make the best of what we have now?
I REFUSE to keep my head hanging down.
I will try to live life to the best of my ability,
With peace, love, and tranquility.
i choose to be and think positively,
If I dont, I'll be self demolishing.
I chose the path I walk, Whether it be with someone or alone,
I'm pleased with myself and maybe a place to call home...
I will mature even wiser than before
Don't be jealous because YOUR decisions were poor.
Happier more than I ever was, now uncovered,
A life out there, WORTH being discovered?!?!?!?!?
Will I turn back? No, Why?
Cuz this is my path, in LIFE.
On that cloudy weekend in June
I hear a soft and graceful tune
from the grey bird on the tree
Singing sweet lullabies felt
blessed in the moment
My body tingles of joy at sight
Gazing out through
my open door,
Letting thoughts fly free
Releasing love out into the horizon
Heart filled with emotion came
Grey bird stood playing its tune
for awhile and on the wings of
Then as the rain fell from the
sky the grey bird flew away
I blew a kiss to the clouds and
utterd these simple words of I
Love You father ( who's now in
heaven ) and yet I hope to hear
that grey bird sing again once
more for me
Farewell, love your son
Poem contest for Debbie -referential
There's fire in my lungs.
smoke flows through my veins.
I feed the beast my soul
to gain euphoric pain.
I serve he who lives in me.
The monster in my mind.
The creature so abusive,
at times can be so kind.
In my mental hell,
I sit beside his throne.
I tend to his desire,
so I don't have to be alone.
Here He is my god.
And I, in turn, am his.
A symbiotic worship,
sealed within a kiss.
Sulfuric fumes consume us,
as we dance into the ether.
The hands of god are ours.
Hes made me a believer.
My halo, so very worn.
His horns, so alluring.
Hand in hand we walk,
love and hate enduring.
His guidance lifts me higher
than any drug could try.
His chains hold me down.
bound wings can not fly.
Walking straight and tall,
crawling on my floor.
I am his moonlit goddess.
And his filthy whore.
I wont break his binds.
I wish not, to be free.
I can never escape him,
for this beast is me.
For a moment i held your hand,
when it became empty, i walked in hands with the devil
Wishing for my very last breath for when i hold you next.
knowing i can die over wiled
Time never moves without you.
Time moves to fast with with you.
Time does not excise when you say those three words.
for i fell too deep, tryying to deg my way out.
For my heart is made of glass.
and yours is entwine with my soul.
for is this a dream for do not wish to wake.
For just like a dream everything is possible when your there.
for i do not feel this way for who you are,
its for who i am when im with you.
because once apron a time i fell in love. <3
Thank you for the beautiful memory
you left on my mind
you are not dead
but you are not here,
to me you are gone,
cos i cant feel you the way i used to,
everything you used to do are left untouched
the space you ocupied is empty,
our yesterday is fading away like the rainbow
so beautiful but so short,
how can i forget the endless yesterday?
when you are here with me.
in loving memory of my sister (you are not an angel but you did what an angel can do,you fly to heaven.)
Again today same thing happened
The desire of living became strong
On standing on the stone of ridge
Down in the crevice a rivulet song.
A melody, a perpetual message of steady
Live long harping on the same string.
Believe there is a reach in your aim:
A pace of perfectness proving game.
An inspiration for life is tick, tick of heart
A blink of eye teaches see there is path ahead
A stranger with pack back strode in the road of life
Two pieces of bread, a bottle of water
Gave laugh, yes, there is construction ahead
A bunch of grapes chewed twisting face
A grave message was in it, destination is
Again today sun shone spreading faith.
I feel like I'm living someone elses life, a life in strife. I've been strong, but when will I belong. I feel so alone, but I'm doing ok on my own. I can't describe the pain, but I keep in mind every storm runs outa rain. I use to think our love was unbeatable, but really its unforgettable. Everyday I walk down memory lane, trying to ignore the pain. He crosses my mind everyday, when will all this go away. There's gotta be something more, my heart is becoming sore. My momma doesn't have to worry, because I'm not sorry. I know he made the mistake, and he's the reason I have this heartache. What we had, was bad. I shouldn't have let it go that far, your just another scar.
Again the drums of samba
Playing in Maracana stadium
The dream is again in Maracana
As the flags golden Shine
With the sun
at the green in the field
Look this wren in the fly
Garrnicha is the dream
Embraced the blue of the of ocean
He drunk the beams of the sun
Rio is the dream
Dream and the passion of the ocean
In a little wren
Look the wren in the fly
Garrnicha is the dream
See the field is waiting
to make the dream
true and real
So fly Naymo wren
the new Garrincha high
It became bigger than it should be
As i realised it was impregnable
Pregnancy over ninemonths to be real
As i heard all it's walls kicking
To the pain i am to feel
when the water is to break
Then fear struck, the thoughts of me
As i almost came to compel to do the
For i had the thinking of fear and
Ineffective became the dream i had
inside as i gave it thoughts of fear
And made it's death out of fear
Making the bearing of my fruits to be
Untill i one day profoundly seen the
need of thoughts of faith and courage
As i became the magnetism towards
For the scenary behind the picture
was of success nomatter how badly
things would seem
Facing the origin of my inferiority
I started making being a candidature
I became a candidate for any
examination in life to restore my
Found myself to be the antidote in
modification in confidence as i
overcame the insecurities i had
For i allowed faith to sweep all my
doubts and made the baby to be
My nighmares hold me down
And take away my voice
I try and try to yell
It's someone from hell
He floats around me late at night
And holds me down with all his might
Waits for me to fall into that state of mind
State of mind where im asleep
But hear and see and feel it all
My parents are who I try to call
Petrified to fall
To fall into this state of mind
Where I have no control
When The devil grasps my soul
A time he can conquer my mind and body
The things I feel,
Now makes me reel,
Towards a place,
Where I've never been before.
And as I go,
The ecstasy grow.
I feel a blaze,
Evoking, to my very core.
Enchanted I am,
And the surrounding
feels like a dream.
A greater power has,
now dawned upon me.
It hits me like a wave, churning deep within my gut.
Holding my breath as the situation sinks in.
(Climbing a stairway to heaven)
People staring, eyes peering, thinking of a way to get out
(drifting up in a cloud of smoke)
Pale face reddens as heartbeat quickens
(Flying away on invisible wings)
Running, fleeing, where can I go?
(End of the rainbow)
Dirt swallows me up, blanking my mind
(Calm, peaceful, no more worries)
Frozen in awkwardness, palm to my forehead
Stuck in reality.
Life's gifts is of all the good and
Never knowing what may arise
An angel is everlasting hope we
long to have and to hold
We have watched you through
just like a hawk
We will never give up on you
we know you are strong
Who the angels will pull you
Where there is a will there's a
And with god looking over us
well know we will be safe
Even tho this deadly danger of
a disease took you over
We know in our hearts that
steady burns yull be ok
As a fighter like Athena (a
warriors guide)you will grow
Even now we see your alot
Must be these guardians of
heaven looking over you
Feeling good with this is all you
This danger none should live
But as long as there is Angels
up above its all you will ever
need to pull through
A tragic time.
- by Brian O'Toole
Caregiver of a cancer patient
The cool air,
blowing in my hair,
the sound of bells ringing loud,
sitting down on the soft clouds.
This down right pleasure,
is what I'll treasure,
that no other dream can measure.
These yellow an red skies,
reveals its moment of time,
sleeping in the mid air as much as I please,
the view of the day in the sky,
as clear as the seven seas.
Sometimes I like to pretend, things never came to a end. But over time, our love became a crime. I didn't know what we had, would ever end so bad. But then I knew things weren't right, when we started to fight. Now I walk down memory lane all the time, the pain is worst then committing a crime. We only caused eachother pain, but we were eachothers maine. I thought things would be alright, but I cried alot that night. I don't want things to change, without you my life is strange. You said you wanted me so much it started to hurt that you couldn't wait, now im just another person you hate. When you said you didn't care, I knew the person I loved was no longer there. You aren't the same, the new you is lame. We both fell, now it's hell. You use to always be here for me, like family. But now your nowhere in sight, things aren't right. Empty is all that I can feel, I still can't believe this is real. I didn't mean to let you get away, I didn't know what to say. Am i with the right guy, or am i telling myself a lie. I was afraid to loose what we had, but to you that choice was bad.
he walks around with his headphones in his ears,
blasting music as loud as you can hear,
first its rap, then its blues, then its RnB,
the music stops and he close his eyes to sleep.
R.i.p 'Q' (1-24-12, i love you big cousin) <3
A conscious effort
by the constrained
Devoid of inspiration,
enraged egotists find
fault in selfless pursuit of
Hampered by the
infancy of others,
jettisoned memories of
ketamine disassociation allow
lies to fester.
Myopic interludes of
only serve to
revolver in my hands
sublime speech on world peace.
There is no sense left
under the cross.
Violins are broken,
weapons formed while
xylophone keys shatter
Yale’s prestige as king of the
unreal they are mentioned,
without trace they go,
for they have no pleasure
to exist at all,
but promising they stand
innocently they surface,
and will strike out then.
A dream, bad from every nook
In front of my eyes, so painful.
Eyes of mine being tearful
And petrified of the remembrance, I looked.
Deep down somewhere inside the heart
Lies a monotonous melancholy,
Lording slowly, speaking distinctly
Of the ones, moving willingly or unwillingly, apart.
The awful reverberation of the pains,
The anomalous silence of the lips
Makes no good to the victims’ deeps
But to menace the already-made stains.
Love and affection, nothing but an illusion,
Drive the youths, sometimes, into a circle so vicious
Making them, gradually, sub-conscious
Of the foredooming situation.
The hazardous ambiance of betrayal,
So treacherous, so obnoxious
Makes us so ferocious
To trust in one being more than loyal.
Women and even small girls
Practicing and participating in prostitution
Though a taboo to the sophisticated civilization,
For a mouthful forget their morals.
Jobless the students are, so hopeless
Leave no reason for education.
Depressed to the manhole of frustration
Question their independence.
The merciless slaughtering of people
And of the innocent newborns, so cruel
The carnivorous minds inside, that dwell
Are they better than animal?
The miring sins, all around
A sinister awaits the weak,
Till this insatiable appetite of Politics
Forever will be sound.
For us, the same
Day or Night, it is.
Our conscience to protest it is
Upon which, hovers the clouds of shame.
Forcing us to do what we should not
In the name of God, either,
Or by reasons of fear,
Hurts our life and existence, a lot.
To the bloodthirsty vampires,
Stop these barbaric games
Of pretending to hold your false fame
Leading to your catastrophic massacre.
For a year or two, if these pursue, I fear,
Ruthlessly skinning and ripping the society
For the highest worldly possession, money
End of the world is not too far, my dears.
As the desire of flight hardens my veins,
Your eyes, cool as the earth, shot with filtered
sun, stay my limbs.
It’s difficult to believe in longing or sorrow
Beneath the eves of yew and hemlock.
Though stepping towards tarmac
Shatters my thin illusions.
You, my doe, exploding through underbrush,
Trump my desire for flight,
Even in the black recesses of wasted alleys
Reeking of piss and moral ineptitude.
Lover bring me solace.
With our souls bound
The minds intricate neurons
Enmeshing our whole.
Lover bring me peace.
When behind closed eyes
I travel wearing down reckless abandon
At least for an hour of fitful sleep.
You the well of my energy
Upon my thoughts, forever
A smile softly on grim lips.
You the response to my question.
You, my summer rose, glowing
in the morning of our lives.
I dream the dreams that the dreamers
only dream they can
dream......................the ones that nobody
dares to dream......the kind foretold by old
dreamers from the
past................................... Only few have
had such kind of dreams................. I
stand tall on the mountains of dreams and
tell the people and my contemporaries
about the dreams I
many laugh at me....others try to discern
what I am talking about....they talk among
themselves saying 'that man talks of things
They do not understand my dreams cause
I dream of things that can come
true................................. But they are
used to hearing and dreaming of dreams
that can never come true.........................
I'm just the man with Real Dreams