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 light a 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 .
Years past unfold
Seems just yesterdays
Tomorrow will be New Year
Streams of thoughts never change.
Sweeny Smith, and Dizzy May.
Lauren County grand motel
It’s a weird old place to be
I used to go there quite a lot
It really pleasured me
To know that nothing’s what it seems
It’s a scary kind of place
Where one meets the dregs of life
And none there have much grace.
There’s Sweeny smith, he’s big and strong
And he’s a scary guy
He really doesn’t like the world
And no one knows quite why
They Say his father dropped him when
He was a tiny lad
And now the man is not himself
Most people think he’s mad.
Now Sweeny, he is quite a man
But he hasn’t learned a lot
But most they can put up with him
Though one thing he is not
He’s not the cleanest of the men
Who live at that Motel
And though folk try to like the man
They hate old Sweeny’s smell.
One day the others got old Sweeny
And put him in a tub
They got a great big scrubbing brush
And gave him such a scrub
Now Sweeny did not like this much
And he caused such a stir
With people flying round the room
Such a frenzy did occur.
Then Dizzy May came on the scene
And Sweeny loved her so
He wanted her to stay with him
He would not let her go
Old Dizzy, She quite liked the man
But she didn’t like his smell
So she came up with a little plan
And she did Sweeny tell
‘Now look here Sweeny, here’s the deal
If you really love me so
Then you must take a bath each day
Or out the door you’ll go‘.
Now Sweeny didn’t like that much
But he loved old Dizzy may
And so he told her lovingly
‘I’ll take a bath each day‘.
And now the people look at Sweeny
With a different kind of air
Cause when he’s with his Dizzy May
You can smell them everywhere
But it is such a lovely smell
Of the sweetest kind of flowers
And now When Sweeny walks on past
There’s none that from him cower.
18 June 2013 @ 1635hrs.
Clumsy days and hazy nights
Haunting and bring me tears
I should stop perturbing
Whilst my heart still whipping
Wrath of nature is just reflection
Of my fragments that created imprints
Within my being that stands steadfast
Even in the darkest days of my existence.
Against barren cliffs, daylight enters , finding
glistening horizons ,iridescent jewels keeping
lovely minarets near Olympic peaks, quietly revealing
snowbound turrets under velvet winds ..
Xanadu, you'r Zion
You must follow
One who knows!
The chief end of life!
Where does it lie?
In the now!
In what does it lie?
That, may be a lie?
So tense am I
The falling sky
Holding my breath
Until the Death
It’s my life
So turn the scythe
Break the bread
And stop the Lead
Loud is it
The latest cry
But all the time
Red is the Dye
A placid face
Of Death’s clean lace
The slow coming of
A century’s Race
Imitating the waves,
I try to end the attachment
touching the shores,
then moving away.
Search for eternity erases
the designs. Birth
and death cling together.
I let go the passion,
the deviation of fear.
There cannot be two lives.
When the illusion meets
the pain, truth laughs,
I forego my future,
tear the past and burn the present.
Failed life hangs on
the silence of sorrow.
Names don’t hold any charm
they come & go. Days
drop like long coats
I search the night.
The desperate seeking
will not end the journey
It is there in the dark hole of the heart.
A pitless gloom.
I am afraid to be revealed.
Art of life is scissored,
Anniversary of flirtation
with death forgotten. We celebrate.
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
And solid rock,
Shooting and so hot,
Twinkling, I'm not.
I'm bursting flames,
of high degrees,
Moving clouds of methane,
And cold breeze.
Bluer that Earth's cloudless skies,
And countless why's.
And wonders of my atmosphere,
Millions and billions of years,
Hundreds and thousands of orbits I've witnessed,
Like wood rings of living oak,
My burning gases,
That'll never smoke,
I AM UNIVERSE!
Within the darkness
There is a glittering light
Its radiant shine passes
Through anyone's mind
It shall create realization
That ripples in space
Everyone has spark of light
But the sparks of all
Are brighter than one?
I would love to see "twinkle" on my eyes,
but even the mirror seems in disguise.
I see myself better when my eyes are closed,
that way i am friend with my heart in trouble.
Fake me not, mirror in front
I let you you read me,
but could you really see?
Mind is in chaos,
wrinkles on forehead shows.
You see that I know,
but can you put words to it too?
I wish you could talk back,
so you could put back on track
my heart, my mind...
and thoughts running wild.
There could be no other name for a Kitten like this one .
He is Brave , his black , silky hair , Vito has won suitors marking his claws .
This tiny little Cat , very soon all kittens on this street, will be kissing his paws .
for he earned his name Vito , the Kitty Godfather you know.
with whispers from other Cats "There He is " There he goes "
His Tail wavy like a dog he strides. Tall but yet low.
Vito is a tiny proud cat and likes his pasta made a special way
I make a red sauce , but it is the white clam he craves
He picks his claws fine , then with a full belly he plays
Vito with eyes of the finest blue and green , that will stare at you when you sleep.
It has been said by some female cats , do think he will go out with me some day ?
A Fine cat and kittens he will make ~meow meow, says a jealous girl kitten , no way !
Vito loves to play on the wood floors at night , he runs fast ,
he is not silent ..he is the young Godfather , Vito has earned the right.
Vito , the tiny kitten , Vito the young cat ,
Vito keeps our blocks free from any nasty rat.
No ..a Rat will not confront Our Vito at all
He will be pushed aside and evicted with one lift of his paw
One thing this kitten has that makes him so unique ...
He his adored by this owners . He is happy , and warm , safe in our sheets !
Why don’t we go
For a vacation to Mogadishu
If you know where to find it on the map
You can raise vegetables
In a minefield
Or attend the birthday party of a warlord
Machine gun fire for dessert
Half of Mogadishu is on the run
To a better life
Sometimes people return to their home
If they can find it
In a crater
With a cluster bomb lawn
Away behind clouds defying,even fighting gravity
heaven in juxtaposition
kites leaping merrily
now on pivotal quickening,reaching skyward
tailspinning upon very wide x's
I'd like to dedicate this to Andrea Dietrich for her always encouraging words
and comments on my poetry that are uplifting...I appreciate it so much...
Any bold cloud dancing
enjoys flirting gallantly,
hoisting; inspiring; jousting;
knowing laughter makes nice orchestrations
particularly quenching raw spirits
teaching unabashed vanity
While Xylophones yammer zanily.
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Snow ABC Contest
Let’s take a trip to the moon
And built a tent in there
Let’s visit the sun
And offer him a drink to chill
Let’s stopover in the planets
And find new friends
Let’s provide the medals
For the running asteroids
Let’s hide the hole of the ozone
And build houses for the poor
Let’s take a bath
In the shower of rain
Let’s play guitar
In the strings of lightning
Let’s hear the songs
Of the composer storms
Clouds are not covering our dreams
So aim for the limitless space
Do not ever forget that
Nothing is impossible
Because we are the Tomorrow’s people
the fire burns
of how we yearn.....
my heads on fire
consumed with thoughts
my only desire
the world i see
to hold a hand
who understands me
A hand to hold
a hand to heal
im none too bold
i drown in fear
here i linger
trapped in my design
with my own brain
kill the pain
numb the soul
lose the sight
lost my goal
yet i still fight
with all my strength
ill never yield
ill go the length
ill hold the shield
lost in the trees
a setting sun
will set on me
nowhere to run
i hold no glory
no famous tale
i wont be sorry
ill drive the nail
ill find you where
your body fell
your mind is near
but im in hell
lost to you
lost to them
found by me
im wearing thin
here i burn
of how i yearn.
I plurm and glorp with every breath
My existence defies and deifies death
I splurp and glomph amongst your days
Indistinguishable from mud and haze
I slig and slorg, a dark breamy blaze
with unctuous vim I sleam through your days
and go about my large gorptious ways
Slimy, I slawl in shades of grey
leaving glossful drippings to mark my way
and make your life gang aft agley
as I spream and slorl in spurious ways
and glurm and gleep with hideous gaze
I sleam and glort in vorptious dark ways
‘Til you come undone
And my sporphing’s won!
My job’s complete – I’ve sprunked your flaze
My job is done, I’ve gronked your days!
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.
I'M AS YOUNG AS I FEEL
I'M NOT GETTING OLD. I'M AS YOUNG AS CAN BE.
THERE'S NOTHING AT ALL THE MATER WIT ME.
MY HAIR IS NOT GRAY. THERE'S A SILVERY SHINE.
MY BACK IS NOT BENT I'VE A FANCY SHAPED SPINE.
WHEN I BREATHE, I DO NOT HAVE A WHEEZE.
I HAVE FUNNY SHAPED LEGS, BUT NOT BANDY KNEES.
MY TEETH ARE NOT GONE BECAUSE THE WERE OLD.
I EAT TOO MANY SWEETS, OR SO I'VE BEEN TOLD.
THESE HEARING AIDS, NOT FOR DEAFNESS, I'M SURE.
THEY SAY THAT PREVENTION IS BETTER THAN CURE.
I'M NOT GETTING SLOWER. I JUST TAKE MY TIME,
THE COLD DOESN'T GET ME. I ALWAYS FEEL FINE.
I DON'T HUFF AND PUFF MY WAY BACK FROM THE SHOP.
I DON'T GET TIRED AND DON'T HAVE TO STOP
YES, MY HAIR IS A LITTLE BIT LIGHT.
IT MUST HAVE BEEN THE SHAMPOO I WAS USING LAST NIGHT.
MY PULSE IS NOT DIM, IT'S JUST HARD TO FIND.
MY BONES ARE NOT BRITTLE, THERE ONE OF A KIND.
THESE ARE NOT WRINKLES, JUST MATURE SKIN.
I AM VERY WELL PROUD OF THE SHAPE I AM IN.
I'M AS FIT AS A FIDDLE, A SPRING CHICKEN STILL.
I AM NOWHERE NEAR OR OVER THE HILL.
THE GOLDEN AGE IS A LONG WAY AWAY.
UNTIL I AM READY, THATS WHERE IT CAN STAY.
BY SHIRLEY MOODY...
Alone and waiting in a corner of the piazzA
I can feel my heart race and throB
The night is warm and the mood is romantiC
Sweet scents of flowers wafteD
In the evening breezE
I close my eyes and allow myselF
To him a tune from a lively sonG
From my lips escape a soft and contented sigH
As my fingers tap loudly to make a TimpanI
I remember my old friend RaJ
My mind wandered and drifted bacK
To the sea of memories in a saiL
Images on my mind unfold as in a dreaM
Like a song that plays a sad refraiN
The sound of the past lingered like echO
As I open my eyes to the present and woke uP
To the chiming of the clock tower so antiQ
As it strike to tell the hour, my mind bluR
The memories fade leaving me with feelings of happinesS
So fleeting that I lost myself for a momenT
Reality set in as I search the milieU
Hoping to find the familiar face of my luV
I wonder if he would show up somehow
My heart longs to see him and I feel vex
As the night progress, making my head tipsY
From wine and the ringing of slaughters in my ears buzZ
Starving cats shriek to a full, hopeless moon
The thick air drips with decay and rank ruin
Feral dogs scream, adding pain to the chorus
Extending an invite to those gone before us
Fred Astaire and Miss Rogers they clearly are not
As they stumble and scrabble up through Hadean rot
Their eyes wormy sockets, foul-toothed, dangling jaws
Macabre click-click-clicking sounds a hellish applause
Dry bones clack-clacking, grotesque, face to face,
Partner holds partner in hideous embrace
These skeletal dancers reek a rancid perfume
Unsure and undead, their lives re-resume
Their clattering waltz is relentless and jerky
As they dance to hell’s music, unrhythmic and murky
The conductor’s malevolent, ghoulish, reviled
His empty eyes glitter, black flames burning wild
Clarinets scrape the nighttime with fractals of silence
As violins offer melodies of mayhem and violence
Percussion and horns build a battlefield wall
‘Til there is no escape from the dead dancers’ ball
I can use the letter s with so many s words,
I am the seventh sign supreme soldier from the reservation suburbs,
I fly like seagull in the open ocean sky supreme like an serpant eagle eating birds,
I am so solid Im siked and sipped up from the sizzy sizzurp,
I stagger until I swerve swiftly as snake in the souless society lost curbs,
life so crooked it stained with soaked blood life around death curves,
I cant believe so many lost soveriegn souls *****on they own siblings as the culture turns,
I know I am sure of being sure of what I sought to learn,
The brain with suicide can sometimes burn.
Souless savage in society I be among little certain satans, lost in circles saying "7th Sign Empire Engraving"like my own still souls of savage culture on certain colors discriminating,
But whats even worse is soul on souls hating,
Society severed in broken circles still forsaken,
Serpants searching society split in seven different groups of seven hundred seventy-two,
Forsake my Se7en and I forsake thee seven times seven fold because truth be said Im souless to you,
Se7enth Sign Supreme Solid Serene Soldier of of the sacred seven,
I say I have always said society on my word S
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.
Dreams are the one u chase, achieve and at the end u survive with the same dream in the world..........
Every day everyone sees a dream
Every day everyone sees a dream
The day u see the dream is
the day u felt the dream
... Everyday everyone sees a dream
Everyday everyone sees a dream
The moment u felt the dream is
the moment u ran to chase the dream
Everyday everyone sees a dream
Everyday everyone sees a dream
The way u chose to chase the dream is
the way u chose a rightpath to ur life
Everyday everyone sees a dream
Everyday everyone sees a dream
The day u reached ur dream is
the day u are the worlds happiest person........
never let your imagination fade you if only once you wished for something it could be true. think about the think you do don't you actually think they will be done
sometimes you have to say that your dreams are to obey
you will have 3 wishes one will include dreams, and the other will include life
we will wonder the third but it is what you like to wish for, maybe a bird
or anything like freedom they will come true with one condition
you have to stick to it to find what it is and maybe it will be in a chest
which has three names one of them will be yours
for a reason of your dreams but it actually seems
that ones you hate will actually be your mate
you will see a star that shines at night which is full of light
if you want you could redo the wish and keep it for yourself if time for you had begun, the wish you wished for has been done but as long as you say it at night
there will be no sight of it you will be feeling it on your own
that the sound of rejection has given you respond neither it was bad it couldn't be done although if it was right, you will find yourself flying a kite
that kite will include the self district of you that you have to use
when you use it the steps will be done
and wishes come true also it will be kept to redo
Digested by mortal strength, overpowered by passion of integrity,
The splendor of my forceful will,
Touched by heart,. Touch with imagination,
Yes, in the depths of my inner heart even still.
My dreams, my inspirations, my visions,
a gift of awareness, revealed by my dignity.
Rewarded by truth of my own reality.
My inner eyes of sight, magically formed by
tremendous substance and distinction.
Oh yes – the mystical, glowing beam of light.
It is the touch of heart, the touch of imagination,
The mystery, the startling spark of true determination.
It kindles the inward burning flame from unseen
forces and unusual power.
Holding so tenderly, so effortlessly with no limits
submerged by our hearts and minds in this very hour.
This reflected image -- our heart of cleansing purpose can find.
Within our very depths those hidden truths live
Beyond the boundaries of our minds.
In time -- our destination shall be revealed.
Those hidden, silent ideals, yes our private
Truths shall no longer be concealed.
That special touch of the heart, the glory of our imaginations,
Our starving inner child, craving to learn, to grow, to know.
Longing for purpose, believing with open arms to receive.
As the years have passed,
our imagination has dimmed, yes it has faded.
Now aching for that creative play to mend,
As your inner child has been lost in the force of the wind.
Reach for the touch of heart, once again,
Reach for the depths of your inner child’s imagination within.
It’s funny how
The universities are still in business
Of producing graduates
That speak funny English
And hardly make invention
And the stock market falls
Down street tumbles
That lets people buy
And make profit
Like grandpa used to say,
True intellectualism died
In the year 1929
With the rise in acumen inflation
It was then that
This Federal Reserve of Ignorance
The true villain of this quandary
Traces its genesis
Hope that explains succinct
This universal impotence
I saw my dream fly away like a bird that escaped my body.
It is dificult to touch something that can fly like a bird because dreams are born to
live free in the mind, as the birds to the skies.
You can see the dreams, but from the moment that you try to touch them they
disappear...just as the water disappears in the desert if you go close.
Don't try to taste the apple of paradise.
See it but don't touch it.
Because the dreams keep all the secrets and the magic of our lost paradise.
Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved
I stand brave at might within my room
Without a single sight of fear
As thunder roars from outside
My heart as pure as gold
This ugly bloody demon came upon me
Face so gruesome yet posed expression without a soul to take
Here in a home of faith that lingers in
Thou demon in the night you can not have my heart nor soul and steal it within this night
As the demon spoke to me in tounges
I could not understand words that's been spoken
And as I pray on my knees with my merry roseary beds in palm
I wished for this demon to banish forever from my sight
And never again to appear to me within thee night
That demon in the night can harm me no more
By Brian Otoole
To maintain a life
Above all the strife
Pain and sorrow
Is to choose
A sight so sharp
It sees through the dark
And sees even in the light
Things that defy human sight
The ability to look
To see beyond the present circumstances
To hold on to that faint candle light
In the midst of the pitch black darkness of the night
The will to cling to life
When death is but a pinch away
The strength to see the sun shine so bright
Through a sandstorm in the Sahara
Through the snowstorms in the north pole
Through the cloudy rainstorms of the amazon
The ability to see white
When everyone sees black
The will to see beauty
Where everyone sees the ugly
To see the highest mountain peaks
As mole-hills about to be trampled
To believe in particles
Faster than light
To believe men can touch
The surface of the sun
And walk to the ends of milky-way
With the stars as our footstones
The ability to hope for better things
And to dream of better days
In the midst of bitter months
Can’t you see the impossible
It’s laughing you to scorn
Telling you I’M POSSIBLE….
A is for Arrogance, a proud unbending prince,
B is for Burden, his stony heart of flint.
C is for the Court, Arrogance's royal home,
D is for Dunce, a learned little gnome.
E is for Elegance, a beautiful princess,
F is for the Fabric, that built her lovely dress.
G is for the Gems, that glittered in her crown,
H is for her Hair, that shining shimmers down.
I is for Intelligence, Dunce's greatest gift,
J is for his Joking, for Dunce's wit was swift.
K is for the Keel, of Elegance's fated ship,
L is for the Lighthouse, upon the fated trip.
M is for Miscalculation, by which the ship did sink,
N is for Nonsensical, for the captain didn't think.
O is for the Oddity, by which Elegance was saved,
P is for the Panic, that dragged the sailors to their grave.
Q is for the Quality, with which the princess swam,
R is for the Rock, she grabbéd with her arm.
S is for the Soldier, who spied her lying on the shore,
T is for the Time it took, to carry her to palace door.
U is for the Union, Dunce had secretly long planned,
V is for the Violence, with which Arrogance kissed her hand.
W is for the Wedding, which Arrogance then desired,
X is for the Xeniums he gave, to keep his love from being tired.
Y is for the Yes, compassionate Elegance gave the feller,
Z is for Arrogance's saving grace; his wife, the royal young Zitella...
His heart is kinder now, people have been heard to say,
And he rarely ever frowns, even to this day...
As before, came dominant edicts, fracturing great hopes into just kindred like memories,
No one possessed quiet recollection simply to usurp verbally, whenever Xenophobes yielded
My imagination takes me on a journey every now and then, taking flight in the clear blue skies flowing gently with the wind, letting me travel go places I've never been, shimmering amongst the stars at night,wishing upon a star so bright, listening to the voice of the sea, letting my imagination run away with me.
I am a drunken pen, or at least thats what they call me in the betting shop at 4.55pm on a Saturday afternoon. Kept deep inside the cavity of a old polyester jacket to converse with a packet of wrigley's extra strong mints in the dark. I often find myself just listening intently to my master as he begins the day in articulated fashion, and slowly slivers his way towards a gibbering wreck of despair & destruction. He is struggling desperately to make ends meet, as i frequently share space with 1p & 2p. Yesterday i heard him chatting to himself in the kitchen whilst trying to open a tin of spaghetti hoops. Bills haven't been paid in weeks, and the odour that fills the atmosphere can only be matched by that in the backstreets of Calcutta...not that i've been there to experience the aroma.
My use is simple, i write bets! nothing more, nothing less. Starting the day in a elegant manner and posture my nib floats around the paper like a ice skater at the Montreal Olympics, and quite often i will polish the ego by scoring myself 6.0,6.0,6.0 for artistic impression. But as the hours roll by, and my master takes in the full range of liquid refreshment i find that my posture and style have deserted my being within three turns of a clock face. My master is slowly sinking into the abyss of life, and he sits in the towering inferno of middle aged obsurity with no exits. Everytime i appear from the deep well of his pocket i continually keep praying that this journey shall be my last. Maybe i will break, maybe i will have a blockage. Or even better than that, my master may be fortunate to win a cascading amount of money that prompts him to fling me to the gates of pen eternity allowing the master to purchase the Rolls Royce of pens....The Parker!
Until that moment arrives i will continue to be everything my master wishes me to be. Because at the apex of this life's voyage, i am only as good as my master's intensions.
A Feeling That Gets Me Feeling The Greatest
Flipping Through Songs That Make me Feel like I'm Going To Make It
I CAn Sit Back, Chill & Relate With
The Sun Goes Up & The Moon Goes Down
Everyday I Know I have Not YEt Reached The Rooftops, But I'm Sure Not Touching The Ground
Have Much To Believe In, But Do I Believe it or not
My Mind Keep Racing While My Face is on Stuck
Then My Eyes Close Shut
Zoning In & Out of Conscious
Deep Thoughts on How I Was Born Into The Worlds Sickness
Will I Sit Back & Die from it or Live Past It
I'm Feeling It
The High I Get from Life
That Grew Into My Life
Feeling Like Everthing is Alright
If I Die Tonight My Soul Will Be Already Dancing Around The Stars Lights
I Had A Cruel Summer, But I'm Going to Enjoy My Chill Winter Nights
Reaching New Heights
The Comfort is Just Right
My Mind is in the Clouds
My Body has Slown Down
I Lay Gently Into a Dream & in My Dream I Never Wake Up From My Dream
Lost In It All
The Sky, The Galexy & Everything In-Between
-In My Zone
If i were rich, would i be as giving as i am now
does it matter that i hate everybody im around
is life really worth living if youre not in control
do you really want to be dependent and old
ive been confused about who i want to be
but i know who i am and what i used to see
if i was poor would i blame God or bush
one door, one chance, would you pull or push.........
It’s almost midnight
On All Hallow’s Eve
And I’m here to seduce,
Entrance and deceive
Tonight I come calling,
a nightmarish creature –
You’ll cling to the stories
You’ve been told by your preachers
Who tell you that ghouls
Are all in the mind,
But watch out for my presence
Creeping and crawling,
I live for this night –
I’m a monster most hideous,
My first name is Fright
I’m the truth of your nightmares,
The terror is sheer
And scaring you senseless
Fills me with cheer
I’m the presence
Who inhabits your dreams
I’m alive in your deep,
I exist to appall you,
Immerse you in fear
And my day of wakening
Is now, it’s right here
This one night in autumn
I visit from hell
Where I have been watching you,
I know you quite well
I’ve waited so patiently
For this Halloween
So I can show you my real face,
Gaunt, slimy, green
When you first lay your eyes
On the terrible me,
You’ll know I’m black evil,
But won’t believe what you see
Shapeless and hopeless,
I do not exist
In the time-space continuum
In which you persist
My lips aren’t quite white,
My cheeks smeared with rouge
My hair’s writhing reptiles,
My nails twisted and curled
My breath stinks of Hades –
I’m so not of your world
I slither through shadows,
I suck the life from your dreams
I slurp up your terror
And munch on your screams
You can shutter your windows
Padlock each door
You still won’t be safe –
I’ll rise up through your floor
At midnight, I’ll seize you
And drag you away –
You’ll never see the light
Of All Hallow’s Day
The life made a film just for me
was my producer.
I was the actor and the creator.
I created every day as my last one.
The end of the film was unknown...
Precisely as at the cinema
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Once upon a time there was a girl
who dreamed of a fancy houses and a peaceful world
Blue, purple , and pink flowers along the street
Right where night and day meet
The spray of fluffy white seeds from
dandelions sprinkle the air
Sweet spring breeze blowing through my hair
The soft touch of the sun against my face warms my nose
The unmistakable smell of a rose
I feel myself drifting to a daze
Daydreaming it'll be my turn someday
to go to the big city
Where the flashing lights and action show no pity
Or maybe the islands
Drink pi na~colada until my body and relaxation make mends
Melting as a fine brother caresses my hand
And takes me down the beach
As far as the sunshine will reach
Daydreams, night dreams
Let's wake up to see what my dreams will redeem
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.
With a pain
he threw a stone
On his glass with wine
To many pieces
Spilt bleeding violet
And the earth became a drunk
As a grace
the earth gave
A grape tree
As cold is blacken coal
You can't own
The butter with no churning
At all !!
Imagination is a gift many of us receive. It is within us for years and all we have to do is believe. Imagination breaths life from the eyes who, see it through. It is strong enough to take something old and make it new. As kids we possess this power and use it to entertain ourselves but somehow as we grow our imagination is left behind and yet still forever it stays by our side. We later learn how to use our imagination to our advantage and take it all in stride. We look at other sources that help us see what is in our mind. We hope that others will understand our views and decide to stay by our side. We wonder and explore a different world and then somehow bring it to life.
Some forget the beauty that imagination can hold. As every single mind has its own story to be told. We allow books, music and movies to describe the stories that we choose to think. Though there is a chance that it may not always appear as accurate as possible yet we still decide to either swim or sink. We entrust those skillful hands to recreate that in which we see. We let complicated matters take place in hopes that they set our minds free. If what we have imagined is as accurate as we hoped, we continue to look deeper and further as though searching through a telescope. We attempt to materialize all in which we see. We do not give up until the puzzle is complete.
Imagination has a way of revealing the intelligence of one particular human being. As we always try to uncover the stories that we are seeing. We wonder how the individual has managed to think of such a plot. When we finally get the answer we either accept it or think it not. Even though we do not know or have not met the person who has created that said set, we judge them using the story that they have told despite how our actions may seem cold.
I love how our imagination can take us into another world. How ideas can just spin, circle and swirl. There are no rules or regulations its filled with nothing but our hopes, dreams and anticipations. It can take a simple object and turn into a huge project. It can take whatever you see and allow it to fly as you set it free. You can become anyone who you want to be. No one can change what you see in your mind. It is yours and yours alone, which makes it harder for others to look for what they think they can find.
If I were bird I would fly high with no clear destination in mind
I would follow the blue skies to where ever it would lead me
If I were a bird I would soar across the ocean with the wind surrounding me
I would fly to the top of the mountains, exploring the scenery beneath me
If I were a were a bird....
i will say the earth
to open her mouth
and devour you. oh sky!
All day and all night
I'd been thinking of you
About what you would do
Hoping to talk to you tonight
I am sitting on my chair
Thinking about you and me
Happily on the beach by the sea
Moving my hands threw your hair
Were we gently hug and kiss
Hoping for more days like this
Lying in the sand watching the sky
Filled with stars, while we happily cry
Now I'm lying in my bed
I almost fall a sleep
That you're not here makes me sad
And I just started to weep
You are the one I really love
And I wanna talk to you
I keep on thanking the angles above
That you are loving me too
My baseball cap is my helmet and my Nike's are my boots,
My country is my hood and my colors on my flag are niether red white or blue,
My weapon of choice is my two hands,
sometimes it can be whatever when I am threatened with a great fall from my stand,
I have no general or soldiers but I have family and above all I got heart.
My battlegrounds remain in my own home and sometimes even in the local Wal-Mart.
Every inch of my hood is up for friendly fire,
Violence remains apart of life around here searching for peace is far from desire,
Everyday remains but another day someone will die,
but more importantly is that another mother, brother, sister or father will cry.
But I am a street soldier so I am prepared for anothers or worse yet my own demise,
And as a street soldier I must keep the battle in check, no not with what I see with my two eyes, but what war is really going on inside the mind,
My battles dont come from without but from within......I am a street soldier fighting through time.....
when you lose sight of what really counts
its easy to focus on only whats shallow
am i too fat is my nose too big
do i walk or talk weird whats wrong with me
when we forget the depth that is here in this world
and focus on things that are just absurd
so maybe im not a supermodel and my bums a tad on the thick side
and maybe im no a genius thats getting a scholorship on my side
but does that mean im nothing that i dont count
this world is getting sickening count me OUT
im ashamed of myself for even thinking like this
and obsessing to tears over shallow petty shit
i am praying that god hears my pleas for help
because i cant conquer this all by myself
i used to not care didnt care at all
but like any other i rise and fall
i am of the opinion that your body is a shell
and youll leave it behind when you go to heaven or hell
it will rot in the ground and count for nothing
and when i meet my maker he wont care how big my bum is
some women ONLY care about their looks and they dont get it
they dont see the big picture
and i fear theyll regret it
and other women dont care even at all
about their looks because their depth is so massive and raw
but then theres me in the middle with so much depth and spirituality
why do i waste time wondering what are all the things wrong with me
im sick of crying over it ive done it for too long
im sick of getting angry when i cant crawl out of my bod
its a thought that i had reguarding a cacoon
like how catapielers go into them and out comes a butterfly zoom
if i could just crawl out my mouth my soul free for just a moment
and be allowed to have a different shell to live and own it
i wonder what its like to feel just for a second
not arrogance but a sweet compliment from someone who MEANT IT
my desperate pleas go out to you and anyone else who will listen
i hate my body im sick of my face and my voice is just ridiculous
so lets just drop it in the ocean let it sail away
cuz me im going to better places where i dont have to cry all day
where i know that my body is just a little shell a vehicle if you will
its our car or truck or limo or bus to use while we use our free will
and ive always said when you go you don't take your money your lambergini
or your watch expensive jewlery its all staying beind
and you should think about what YOUR world is while im trying desperatley to fix mine
Aphrodite, Bask, Cupid, Devotion, Emotion, Fondness
Girl, Hope, Infatuation, Justice, Kindness
Loyalty, Mate, Neck, Openness, Passion
Quality, Romance, Sharing, Treasure, Understanding
Venus, Warmth, Xanadu, Yearning, Zeal.
~ Leonard Napierskie
"but the show must go on"
i can see myself now
few years i'll be sailing
looking from the sea
the ease and comfort i feel
being alone and not afraid
able to understand the years gone by
come to terms with peoples decisions
but i still feel grief
i still feel hollow
i still feel alone
its the time where i think
we can only have one life
lets not make it in vein
so i ask myself often
what is your challenge ?
what do you strive for?
what will it take?
and at times i feel its all too hard
it cant be done
then i ask, what is stopping me?
why cant i do it..
one life is what one makes it
i can make a difference
a small one but at least its a start
i can make my own path
pave my way through the obsticles
and maybe one day look back
and look how far i have gone
because we all are challenged
we all have grief, heart ache
but its the distance we go
to make the journey worth fighting for
will you fight for it?
will you fight the next person beside you?
will they fight for you?
will there path co-operate with yours?
friend or lover we all learn with one another
and seek our paths
Angels's Beauty Comes Designed Especially From God's Heaven's
Inspirational Jubilee kingdom Looking Masterfully Noveled
Only People Question Realms Sentence Trident Under Visions
Wanting Xaphan Yofiel Zurial
Tribute To Angels
When the night goes,
You go with my dreams together.
You are like the moon
that disappears when the day comes.
But I am waiting for you,
knowing that you exist
even if I can't see you.
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WHO WERE THE PILGRIMS ?
Four hundred years ago high-born Brits sailed to America
Seeking fast fortunes, adventure and fame.
Many would never endure their first year here
Cultivating, foraging, and hunting game.
Arriving in Virginia they came ill-prepared
In search of gold and a route to the South Seas
What they found were hostile Indians,
Insects, starvation, and disease.
“Virginia is Earth’s only Paradise!”
The laureate of England would proclaim!”
However by August of 1607,
Every day there was anguish, and pain.
They ate their horses, dogs, cats and rats
One man ate his wife and hid her bones in the ground.
Despite their hardships, half managed to survive
Becoming America’s first permanent, English town .
THE FIRST THANKSGIVING
The Pilgrims held their first Thanksgiving
At Plymouth in October 1621.
The bitter winter of 1620, was over
With a loss of many father, mother, daughter or son.
Life for survivors was much better now
As a good harvest improved what was rationed
Settlers enjoyed good health and prosperity
As homes were raised from the logs they fashioned.
They walked unafraid and safely in the woods
For they had made peace with the Indians.
After the signing a long-lasting treaty
Natives and Pilgrims shared the land as friends.
Sending four men to shoot waterfowl and wild turkeys
The Pilgrims decreed a holiday of good fortune
A chief was invited who brought 90 braves
And five deer to increase the portion.
It was an open-air roast and festival
Held along the north bank of Town Brook.
Where there were games of skill, chance and dance
While everyone gorged on the feast they cooked.
From then on Thanksgiving spread through the colonies
Though each region chose its own date.
Till in 1789 President Washington proclaimed
November 26 a day to give thanks and celebrate.
The theme of Thanksgiving has always been the same.
Though its date has changed many times.
A day for giving and remembering the less fortunate
Expressing thankfulness with our prayers, hearts and minds.
It is our duty as a nation to acknowledge providence
Of Almighty God, and to obey his will.
To be grateful for his blessings, and protection
As we humbly partake in the tables we fill.
Not everyone enters the priesthood
To molest a child
Not everyone enters politics
To become corrupt
Not everyone becomes a prostitute
To earn money
Priests, politicians and prostitutes
May have nothing in common
But children, corruption and sex
Are no longer what they used to be
If i am you and you are me, then what is the mirror?
Its meant to deceive. To twist the truth, to spin whats real,
they don't want you to know what they are trying to conceal.
There's a world over there all backwards and bent,
a world if we knew we'd grow to resent.
Its free from depression, pain, sadness and death,
its beauty is magnificent, it will take your last breathe.
There is something here that craves infatuation,
this world doesn't exist, its just my imagination.
Sit beside me.
We will travel far away.
There are not limits for the dreams
Don't wake me up baby
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I wake up every morning
Feeling like life is nothing but a dream
I'm seeing in my imagination
To keep from realization
An breaking into a million pieces
That are shattered an obliterated
By my high pitched screaming
I'm bleeding with zombies
Eating me in the land of the dead
I'm fed up with all the ish
That just wont quit
The lies an betrayal
I can no longer trace all the hate
People think I'm quiet
Because i don't bother socializing
They don't know why i'd rather day dream
Then live in reality
I wanna dream of being
Who i want to be
Not what people make me out to be
An truthfully i feel sorry for you
Because you have no spirituality
I'm not talking the holy ghost
Or god killing the earth
I am saying you should take a second
Go ahead close your eyes
Forget the real world an fall into a dream world
Where your biggest fears come alive
An your imagination thrives
There you'll find surprises
That will last you a life time
"I would like the people to always remember me
beautiful and young.
With a strong body and nice skin.
I would like the people to remember me
fresh and active.
Like a sporty teenager with rich shiny hair.
I would like to stop the time
at the best moment of my life.
But now it is too late.
I am an old man.
The price for all that
I wished to have had was hard.
I had to die young..."
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Prior to die, want to fix in heart
Fixtures to meet on earth to serve
Billions are, will be again
Along with all creative genuine
Reading summary of all, want to slake heart
Whether there is some I’ve known for
Vociferous desire never laid me moon
From where I could pass without boon
Presumably reaching off and on
Ultimately at eternal canon
Verbally I thwarted to all
Broadening cheek I’m satisfied
But burning within rearing unlimited ferns
I never remained applicably joy
Purity there is only there is I know
Cheating to all I never divide
Bluffing inch by inch
I laid to borne desire
Conning believe I’m tall for all
Whether they knew me exactly I serve
Or they blinked eyes turning other
In many events where two or three stood
I saw them after passing differ
I want to clear my heart this is love
At least one seed immerges not to flirt other.
( Mix match of the mind not intended to hurt any one).
Life is a gamble, you win you'll loose
They price as you bargin.
Where I assumed each category fell
Into different areas to be protected;
Such as most frequent:
Though there are many different choices,
As we choose them; which are the most
Common such as:
*Abuse and Neglect
These are certain things that have lead us
Into trouble like cops and jail-time, if not chosen
Properly; or carefully
So please choose wisely just say no! As
D.A.R.E. becomes the rock to survival. Stay ahead
And not on the run have fun, but not too much: know
When to quit.
Don't let go of the little things, keep in mind time is presious...
Don't get wasted or loose control of what's in front of you.
Don't be dumb to retrieve dumbness of your only intelligence, be
Smart and live. Don't let friends or anyone else drive while under
The influence of any subtence including NyQuil...
A TRIBUTE TO ALL OUR POLICE OFFICERS
as the days go by, i start missing you,
as the days go by, i start thinking about you.
as the days go by, i start to wonder,
as the days go by, will we have each other.
as the days go by, i start to realize,
as the days go by, will i ever see your beautiful eyes.
as the days go by, will i ever see your beautiful face,
as the days go by, will i ever feel the warmth of your embrace.
as the days go bye, will you ever think of me,
as the days go by, shall i wait and see?
Late at night when I'm alone with my thoughts, I write
I write about what's on my mind or what may be troubling me
I write about people around me, how easily I can be touched by people in need
or someone who may need a shoulder to cry on or a voice encouragement telling them everything will be alright
I write about my life, the challenges, disappointments, some leaving behind scars that are slow to heal or may never will
I write about love, awaiting that special someone lurking in the shadows, the one god has created just for me
I write as an outlet, an expression, or a getaway, where on paper my mind is free to race, to take me where anything is possible.....in my dreams
abandoned baby, cant decipher
evil faces gleefully hover
immortals jab kin's life
melancholy!! never obtained pride
quietly raising sad trumpet
under velvet winged xebec
The past is ash, you gotta rise like the phoenix, don’t like it call your mama and ask for a Kleenex. The time is long past due to stop thinkin’ and start doin’, start rootin’ for the man inside and stop all the internal booin’. You sound like everybody else with a story, braggin’ about past glory. What about today? Tomorrow will be today again, are you gonna be your worst enemy or be your best friend? Nobody believes you, you don’t even believe yourself, you need to take that bull*****and put in on the shelf. You can only judge and fix yourself, work on that person, no one else. You need to man up and fill your cup with the nectar that life has to offer. You want to win and be stronger, not lose and be softer. You want the fruit of your labor, to love yourself and your neighbor, to love the fan and the hater, to love what you got cuz you got it and you took it and made it cuz there was no tomorrow or later, only back then, back when, back in the day suffering every which way with your back against the wall that you made with your sorrow and your rage. Do what you do and stop being blue, you need a new blueprint printed out and co-signed by the future you, your future self, the architect and the tenant. You know what you got? A new start and a new shot. A chance to stop being a robot. A new lease on life with no lease payments and at the very least, no leash to stop you from running free in a new lot. Now it’s just you, yourself and the pie in the sky. Become the apple of your own eye, the catcher of your own rye, the ink in your own dye, the voice that will question your feelings inside and shine brightly upon all the lies in your mind. Create your future fate before time flies by and history says it’s too late, these words are your bond and your mind is a clean slate. Carve them out and breathe in each letter, fake it till you’re feeling better. Those who wronged you don’t exist, they are not your enemy, burn that list, of people you think owe you something...no one does, except one person, the hardest to find, and while you’ve been dying and losing your mind, and stressing and flexing on struggle and strife, he was right there in the mirror the whole damn time.
Each holding something different
Loud or soft thumps talking
On my window sill drenched
Every drop falling in a different spot
Replacing the last
Leaving a remarkable, but unnoticeable dot
Making it significant to the past
First, the drops fell lightly and quiet
Without any noise
Now, it's louder and more violent
Pounding so hard like a roar
After a while the sun comes out
Drying the raindrops like tears
Maybe it was God who was in pain and doubt
Because he sees the way we treat one another and cries because of fear.
lost in spACE
IN time and love
around it waste
all that i have
out there i go
as i tumble and dive
for this star i know
that keeps me alive
but, never so kind
not a breath of air
as my life unwind
i saw despair
in this dark eclipse
where my life i waste
just for a glimpse
once again of her face...
Blue main, partially covered in fleece
With 27 blue and 1 red line
3 holes punched
empty circles in time
emptiness of thought
trying to learn things
that can't be taught
no catchy punch lines
not even a sweet phrase
in act of creative desperation
I write about...... a notebook page
Apple pucker gets things started.
Bacardi Limon, with Sprite of course.
Cactus Juice, on the rocks.
Dirty mother, one of my Kahlua faves.
Eggnog, now even more so my Christmas fave.
French Connection, takes me to France for next to nothing.
Gin and tonic, just to try it.
Hypnotiq, I'm hooked on it.
Incredible Hulk, he'll tear you up.
Jack Daniels, my new best friend.
Kahlua, add it to coffee...mmmm mmmm good.
Long Island Iced Tea, one is not enough for me.
Malibu and Coke for an island escape.
Nuttini, the only martini that I will touch.
Ouzo, Greeks can keep this for themselves, I wouldn't mind one bit.
Pina coladas, problems soon forgotten.
Quince liqueur, if I have the time.
Rusty Nail, the kind I don't mind if I encounter.
Sex on the beach, now that's always fun.
Tequila one, tequila two, tequila three, tequila floor.
U-238, the only bomb I wanna be blown away by.
Velvet Hammer, can pound on me anytime.
Whiskey, Irish whiskey, preferably...goes down smooth, doesn't burn.
XXX, the Molson that will wreak havoc with my head.
York Peppermint Patty shot when my breath needs refreshing.
Zima, for something to break the ice.
A soldier for the people
Who’s been up and who's been down
Though while on his journey
He has never turned around.
Facing more than flesh and blood
With Worthington’s two-faced hoard.
Opposing all who test his soul
With integrity as his sword.
The wicked casts their dark net
Over any they may charm.
Plotting to mislead the flock,
While pretending to do no harm.
He’ll expose the devious daily
As he works for you and me.
We're not alone in our struggle
To preserve America the free.
His personal goals of well being
Will never stand in the way
Of doing his public duty
No matter what others may say.
His devotion shall prove contagious
It's the brilliance of his kind
What you find within him
Is great character of mind.
With faith and courage, he must live
For his life to be complete
With good morals and family life
He’ll triumph, even in defeat.
He was raised to participate
Within his community
With his fellow men and women
He’ll enrich life, hope and liberty.
I see you through the glass of my life
When I breathe,
the glass fogs up and I loose you
If I don't breathe, I die,
But it's worth seeing you!
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there is a moon,
shining all alone
under all seas looming side to cloud
fall in our night and wait for the one who makes
slip in the prowl
the beasts hold night at growl
howling their sorrows
move midnight forever is tomorrow
come to our dark we run deep in the dusk
trust your lost soul while wait here for the sun
trust your yearning haven safely break
grey sky a-standing
standing far astray
lost under the sun
lost under the sun
lost under the sun
lost under the sun
there is a place
marble floor and blue
there is a space
that was meant for what was you
summer now white a different sort of lone
cold in our skin deeps
looking towards our glow
lost under the sun
lost under the sun
lost under the sun
lost under the sun
Sitting in class bored
The teacher is writing an unending problem on the chalk board
People playing pranks
Throwing lunch hours' green franks
Cell phones are ringing
Birds outside singing
Starring in space
A class room out of place
The prickly pear cactus is frozen
And the plant has toppled over
As the temperature rises, clouds cover
And the plant thaws will it spring approval
In the spring will it be a trooper
With the instinct for survival all over
(This was the morning that Cody had phone calls at three AM and he didn't wake up to
answer them and I finally just got up. No excuse. I should have checked my work. Sara)
there is a place far not from us all
where visions are clearer than shining moon
dreams brighter than rising sun
and hopes surer than breaking dawn
A place where you and I could rise
rise aloft, furthest of the Everest
descend the sea surface into its deepest
and hang between earth and heaven's highest
A place of all possibilities and plausibles
where greatness and glory are grilled with golden glows
poverty and misfortune mingle like searching singles
and mediocrity moulded into mass mess
A place of chameleon dynamics
where positive and negative have firm footing
sublime good and basest evil live and reign
where love consumes and hatred burns with equal passion
A place near us all
a place within a place
a place inside of us all
the place called the human mind
dreaming makes me happy
I got no worries, I got no sadness,
skies are oceans and oceans are skies,
it's my imagination that takes over my mind,
sometimes I wish forever I sleep,
and never return to that world with no peace
Seeds lie in their bed of
seemingly like bodies in a
waiting for a resurrection
into the warm earth with
rain and warm sunshine
Reminds me of the bears in
sleeping but awaiting their
wake up call,
rousing out of a snoring
to baby cubs being birthed
a new world for them to live
So it is by faith, the faith
that worketh by love
our hearts never stop
the urge to create that our
gave us of His very nature,
to plant the seeds
of our imagination, with our
our hands, our minds, our
to bring forth beauty for the
beholders of our world.
Truly, love cannot work
and faith cannot work
The love that propels us on
to bring forth truth and
magnificence that enriches
Just as mankind wants to
their kind with
descendants, so our hearts
want to create and fashion
marvels that continue on
after we are gone...
Creativity is love, and love
truly is creativity!
Killing essence of dreams
Lost in darkness alone
Mentally seeking safety
Nightmares like you’ve never known
Why can’t every dream be peaceful?
galaxies heavenly invitations
perhaps quietly reflecting
Memory savior to all those cherished moments
Elated of whats hits my way at any point or time
Learning something new everyday until I die
Ideas roming in my brain waiting to be created
Surprise at little things in life that makes me happy
Adventerous of not backing down and not afraid of life
We'll defeat terrorism as it should be fought
Never letting Satan's horde chase us to our door.
Safeguarding our borders and system of life
As our forefathers sacrificed before.
Never be afraid to be proud of America
And march with the brave, faithful and just.
Refusing to summit to the will of our enemies
Standing firm to preserve what we trust.
America has survived all attempts to destroy
Knowing the cruelty and sorrow of war
And we who remain must help keep her free
For those who can march no more!
Those who wish to be President
Must practice what they teach.
For their people need inspiring
To believe what they preach.
Take heed therefore, unto yourselves
You overseers of the flock
Or the voters shall cast you out
For your futures are not of rock.
Life may place us in deep waters
Though it doesn't wish us to drown.
It's our past record that lets others know
Who we are as we smile or frown.
If you wish to be remembered
From the truth you must never part.
Power corrupts the best of us
When we stop listening to our heart.
By Tom Zart
I was lying leisurely on my back
on mid-morn Monday of May second
My gaze and glance heavenbound
The cloud forming into mountainous sheet, i observed
And disintegrating, like surf they dissolved
Disintegrated but in characters so hieroglyphics
Like Michelangelo's renaissance sculptural acrobatics
Through it i had a permitted view
Of the noon by its arc in lieu
Of its fullnes, without its alluring presence
Stripped of its illumining essence
Appeared grey, blue and off-white
Stood plainly and passively tight
Like a lone spectator in an arena
So, the moon at noon seen but no sooner
Gone, like a spy that was almost unmasked
In consipracy by the uniting cloud concealed
This poem intends to capture a moment of passing day in time in rhyme for
posterity, May 22nd 2005.
Whats this love for? Is it worth it this time?
Are you gonna break my heart?
Are you truly gonna be mine?
Guys will say anything behind those jail walls , but
the sad thing is I wouldn't believe you even if you
weren't in jail at all.
You've done some horrible things Bobby.
You truly broke my heart.
When I lost you my whole damn world feel apart.
I'm not saying that to make you feel bad.
I'm saying that cause when I lost my whole world got sad.
I'm not perfect never have been but , I truly loved you
and still remained your friend.
Now 7 years later the same words you once said.
I love you Megan , I need you so bad.
The sound of your voice is still the same and hidden in your words are lies.
Things are different this time. I'm not the same girl.
If you try to play games with me I promise I will get the highest score.
I won't fall for it this time I'm mean it I do.
I won't let another guy put me threw what you put me threw , not even you.
If you love me we can hold each other threw all this bad weather.
We can get threw it together , but if you hurt me its gonna be bad.
Not trying to sound mean but my pride is all that I have.
I promise to love you & be there till the end , and if *****gets to
deep I promise to remain your friend.
I hope you do the same , but I hope even more you mean what your saying.
Just be honest Bobby thats all I ask. If you do that I willing to let go of the past.
I wont bring it up no more , if you can show me there's a reason I fell in love with you.
I want to know there is love behind all this pain we've been threw.
If you can do that then the sun will truly shine , and the gas is greener on the other side.
Most of I will be your everything and you'll be mine.
I'll love and cherish you and when you do time I'll do time.
Like Bonnie & Clyde if you show me you love me , I'll ride or die.
To the end of time , you could be the only man that's on my mind.
That's precious. Getting me to say some *****like that is a blessing.
I hope you learned your lesson. Your 34 I hope your ready to man up , and be all
that you can be and more. You owe to it yourself but even more to your kids.
You need to show them their dad's not as bad as everyone says he is.
I know together we can make it. If I didn't it would be heartbreak that I'm risking
So please hear my words their is more to life than trying to put yourself in the dirt.
Stand up and realize what your worth I want you to love yourself and remember I
loved you first.
Beautiful eyes open across a pillow top,
It seems for this moment time will stop,
The earth slows and sounds wane,
A frozen moment without stain.
Your body close to mine,
Our hearts beat in time,
With a smile of simple pleasure,
This moment should last forever.
Some say perfection is unattainable
For most things that's explainable,
But in your arms and with your heart's affection
I have found a brief moment of perfection
free write #1
an extreme feeling takes over my body when i hear your voice
it befuddles me in a trans
Abrupty it dawns on me that i'm in love
my world begins to spin looking at her unadulterated body
Covered with allegiance
Her beckon signals me to relax and breathe
this fictitous scene is of a motion picture
To write poetry
Is to master an art
Where simple becomes artistic
Where ugly becomes beautiful
Where you give your thoughts
An appealing outlet
Poetry is like blood
Flowing in the nerves
Dripping from the tips of pen
It is the words
that speak directly to heart
Poetry is a way to tell
Sleep makes us happier, healthier and sexier
Though millions of Americans suffer without.
24 –7 = TV, sports, video games and deadlines
Make us wonder what life is about.
Cigarettes, booze, coffee and the new born
Can all rob you of precious sleep.
Being broken hearted over someone lost
As you lie without them and weep.
Multitudes pop the little green butterfly
Or some other pill to obtain precious rest.
Making time for prayer, love, laughter and song
Improve our sleep to endure God’s test .
While sleeping we dream of now and here after
The good, the bad and who we wish not to be.
Passing our burdens to the hands of God
Who fashioned all we hear, breath and see.
The magic of sleep sustains the heart beats of life
Our ability to reason, overcome and succeed.
Without its presence, we wither on the vine
Victims of exhaustion, worry and greed.
By Tom Zart
I rolled across the river
the mighty Rio Grande
and breathlessly I gazed upon
the beauty of our land
The vastness of the canyons
and desert color's bright
'neath that lantern ever glowing
that sheds on us it's light
Then later gazed the heavens
at those dots across the sky
the moonbeams on the water
as the river drifted by
There's a peace within my spirit
in the stillness of the night
I hear the whisper of an angel's wing
somewhere beyond the light
As the miles wash across my soul
and shades begin to fall
I sense the presence of a lady
and beckon to her call
Her spirit drawing closer
within I feel a glow
Midst the essence of an angel
is a love I've come to know
Loyalty, Small and hard
I took it like buck shot
lodged in my heart
He left you for O.K. Tulsa I believe
You said he didn't know you that well
he didn't know you have smoked weed
But he knew you in a way
no other should know I had to find out
from a message on your cell phone
Since that day, I realized
I lived a life of Sin
GOD tell me to forgive
for the bad deeds that you did
Every awakened moment
it haunts my every thought
knowing I pushed you
into another mans arms
I raised my right hand to many times
You resulted to telling lies
We both broke our VOWS
not long after newly Wed
I abandoned you in time of need
you laid in an others bed
Now I'm drunk as BLEEP
just trying to rhyme
not long after I awoke
from a nightmare in a cry
This reality haunts me
every moment of the day
I'm forever in search
of things to give me strength
before ICU I saw the light to heavens door
With jittering of teeth I felt the fiery floor
All in all I wouldn't change a thing
even though you removed you diamond ring
I seek only answers, Stop trying to save face
I'm beginning to think you are pocketing an Ace of Spades
to my demise I have to summarize
be both eft off and really goofed
I have told you my side
and in the end
All I seek is Truth
The door opens rapidly
As you hear steps entering quitely
As you feel the cold sweat run down your spin
Your fingers all become nobe
Your breahtless as the tempature in the room drops
Your like are like water forzzen inside the ice
The steps move fowars as the stairs scream
Walking slowly to the top , it all stops
You hear driping , and lean close to the door
It's coming close to you
The door handel in your rooms
Starts to....Turn slowly
You want to yell , but it's to late
The door opens.....A little
Your heart pumps.....
Your eyes grow......
Holding you breath.....
Gripping your hand
The door...slams open
But there was
Most poets tell the truth of life
Though they may wrap it in beauty.
It's their passion, not their purpose;
To compose is but their duty.
Poets as a rule are high on adventure
Like wondering bards or prophets today.
Embracing hearts and minds with wisdom
Casting through verse their visions at play.
Poets have their dreams and their nightmares
Of love, life, death, faith, and war.
They feel the pain and tragedy of others
Even those they've never met before.
One merit of a poet's work,
Which most people cannot deny,
They say more and in fewer words
To illuminate you and I.
Their poems are used to convey passion
By composers of both good and evil mood.
Some are hateful others loving
Sharing thoughts to be consumed as food.
They fan the flames of human compassion
With their stories of the failings of man.
Professing to follow a higher power
As they recruit whomever they can.
The wild birds sing and flowers bloom
As clouds form figures in the sky.
But only poets will write poems
That shall last long after they die.
God has always had his poets
Who he watches with love from space.
But Satan has his poets too
Who try to lead us from our grace.
Poets are the bell ringers of the soul
As they depict the past, the present and beyond.
They sound their alarm of what lies ahead
As the missteps of man live on.
By Tom Zart
Running through the rain the child trips and stumbles. While up above his head the sky ripples and rumbles. Splashing through the puddles on the concrete sidewalk, the child he runs in absolute fear.Tears mix with the rain upon his face, even as his rythemic cries reach his youthful ears. Not knowing what to do or who to ask for help, the child wanders aimlessly, watching the world around him as it melts.
Confused and terrified, the child feels that he is lost. He feels that noone loves him in this life, so depression became his boss. Slashed is his heart; his wounds refuse to heal. So he lashes out in fear; left behind is how he feels.
Asphalt benieth his feet, the child collapses to his knees. He covers his face with his hands and sobs, " why me?" This child was lost until recently. Life had forced him to grow up fast. It had caused him to take responsibility for the actions of his past.
Desperately searching for an easy remedy, the child continuously cries out for help.
The true identity of that child...
That child is me.
And you small human being who really will know that you were here?
After three generations you will be deleted from human memories.
Who will know that you have passed from the earth?
Time is the killer of all the memories.
And the natur is your killer.
Don't try to understand.
Try to give,
Life is always bitter sweet
get only what gives to you.
If you want more you will never be happy.
Your life is the beginning from your end.
Nature does not recognize you as personality,
You are a piece of the puzzle of life.
You are not all the puzzle.
Your mission is just to give life and food to eternity.
And the eternity is the reason that you exist.
Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved
are the lirik of a poem,
that search the melody in my soul,
to be our best song.
Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved
We walk the streets with bumbling feet,
looking for something that ends in defeat.
The meaning of life and why we're here,
we just keep looking, but nothing seems clear.
What about death we have heard so much,
what to believe about god, death, life and such.
Its a guessing game that we cant win,
its the wheel of fortune, give it a spin.
Life is something we cant explain,
life is life my thoughts are in vein.
We will know one day what to believe
but it will be too late, so don't be naive.
Looking for a sister?
When one's right under your nose?
I wanna be your sis
in every problem
I wanna help you grow
Even if you are older
If you do something
I'll appreciate it
If something causes you pain
I'll brush it away
I'm here to help
I'm here to love
You and me
Like the best of sisters
You and me
One in two bodies
I'm here for you
You're here for me
You and me
Like the best of sisters
Always beautiful, caring,
Delicate errant fairy,
Goes hard into journey,
Kingdoms lost minds,
Nearer our precious,
Quoted real sensuality
Total undeniable vision,
an ABC poem I wrote for my muse to honor her and praise her for the infinity of passionate
gifts she allows me to share with the world and especially all the soup members,,Blessings
I met her, she had all the right attributes
Petite torso, a smile so cute
But I think she was incognito
I visited her house, she turned out to be a fan of the Dung Beetle
I pledged my love to her, and told her my heart she could save
It all went sour, a three o'clock shadow revealed she needed a shave
The Lionel Richie mustache and the ZZ Top beard
It seemed out of nowhere to have appeared
She said she was a Drill Instructor for the female Marines
In my opinion with facial hair like that, male or female, she falls somewhere in
She says in her sweet voice, come shave me with a Schicks Quad Razor
I tell her I've got to go, Baskin Robbins is coming out with a new flavor
She is a Grunt so she trapped me in a snare
She says I will release you after you shave my facial hair
She said her skin is sensitive so she uses Edge Gel with Aloe
I down a fifth of Black Velvet to try and mellow
Now I grab the quad and approach the task at hand
I am really confused here, do Iove her, or beat her up like I would a man
She tells me, if you think I'm hot, you should see my cousin Judy
She is the Drill Instructor who punishes those at K P Duty
I smile and cringe at the same time
At this point I realize the sun doesn't always shine
This experience will never be revealed in a truth or dare
To this day, I am still shaving her facial hair
She is now hated by all the fellas
Mostly it comes from being hairless and jealous
Now she has really thrown the train off the tracks
She showed me the shag carpet on her back
Blue like the sky or red like a fire
You can have any color you desire
Whether it is tribal or fairies with wings
When it first begins OH how it stings
My choice artwork is tigers with bright eyes
Eyes so wondrous in color they truly hypnotize
Some call theirs ink other call theirs tats
Mine are my big beautiful kitty cats
One on each calf and even more on my back
I even have one tattooed on my rack
Call me a freak or even ask me why I do it
Ask me if it hurts and I’ll say just a little bit
Tattooing is an art form like it or not
Some even say tattooing is HOT~
I knew from the first tattoo that I was hooked
Not even a week later my next appointment was booked
Ink is my passion, something I truly enjoy having done
Tattoos are like Pringles you can’t stop at just one:)
I love 80's music
and talk radio AM
I can't sleep
I keep being the person I was, I am
I just keep being me
Sometimes it doesn't really work out
I sorta wonder why don't I change
And then I just don't care
But that's me
the forty something chick with a nose stud
and a husband
who wonders the same thing
what is my reason for being.......
is it to be your one & only ; a mother; your
lover; a worker; something special; someone
new and fresh; maid; a servent; a short order
chef; your angel; to live one day at a time; all
that I am and more; all of the above or perhasps
What is my reason..........
Surviving in the city
The dog stood on the corner, looking for the cat.
The cat was at the Warf side, behind a fishing vat.
The dog was known as Rusty, an Irish setter bread.
The cat was known as Sylvester, he finds what people need.
The dog needed him a playmate, so he could plant some seeds.
For that the cat demanded meat so fresh, that it simply bleeds.
The dog had marked a hydrant, because the dog was late.
He also do-doed on a lawn that led to someone’s gate.
The cat found that disgusting but Rusty paid his price
So he watched for lady midnight, for she was built real nice.
Lady midnight came up prancing, her tail all in a swish.
He took her for some meatballs, Midnights favorite dish.
Sylvester ran it down, what Rusty had paid for
Her cut would come right off the top, and there was nothing more.
Lady M agreed that she was in that day.
She took a bite then licked her lips and they were on there way.
When Rusty meet with Midnight, she wouldn’t take no sass
If he would get to close, she swished her hips and knocked him on hiss ass.
When Rusty got his chance, he was off before he’s in.
She winked at sly and said to rusty, I hope we meet again.
Everyone was happy, even Rusty wasn’t sad.
The edge he had was ended and he didn’t feel so bad.
Now ain’t that oh so pretty, their life there in the city.
Where Sly and Lady Midnight, finger popped to do-wah-ditty.
i display my love like a painting,
from this canvass bound there is no escaping,
when your near these colors start illuminating,
they cover the old that have slowly been fading...
this i ask you because you asked me to take my time,
please in that time can we create a portrait that will only be yours and mine,
can we stand hand in hand and perfect every line
for all who see will know we are truly a one of a kind...
its just so nostolgic
i can barly stand it
to dream of the life i could of had
if i would of stayed in stead of walk another way
the stories that i would of stared in
the lives of the people that i would be involved with
would i have meet a dream
or would i haved lived a late nightmare
cud i have just walked by sorrows door
instead of walkin in and sitting down with him
would i really be me as the picture is shown
or conform to society as a modern day dre clone
but the possible past is as only a false image of a play that will never have an audience
my mind so caught in this
its hard to be realistic
but people narrate from behind and think everything is basic
i promised my soul i would never be a statistic
this feeling so nostolgic
but the past was written on to star in the future
it still taunts me to look back to that untold story
Always beautiful creations delivered.
Each form generated.
Has idealistic journey.
Natures own power,
Quaint resolute serenity,
Transferring ubiquity valiantly,
tasting the wine...
like orange feathers...
Hey girl or hey love its all one in the same, i do have feelings but along the way i
forgot the name. but please keep in mind i remember the times and above all
else i remember the smile, the smile thats yours when it`s focused on me.
something is busting loose but i can keep it in chains please i lie and i know it i
don`t want to hold back you`re stronge enough for the two of us so you say no. i
flow to off beats of hearts old and young, maybe you can open yours and i can
flow to you. maybe another day another time another letter, nahh i think it`s about
to come out now.
the first time we met i wasn`t sure if you got down a smile ear to ear with lips
chocolate brown. i didn`t wonder till later would you inhale with me and let me
stuff your blunt with my L-O-V-E, most definitly we can get higher than the clouds
that watch the sin shared between you and i. can`t really say i know much about
you, can`t really say you know much about me. the meaning of my journey is to
find true love, but at times i wonder do i know what love is. deliver them from evil
and deliver us from me, i`ve been told i share forbidden love so stay away please.
i remember the letters and how they started off, hey girl whats up with you. i`m
just chillin never illin because i got that can do feelin. yes i can do it, but only if i
wanted. maybe i just tell myself that because i can`t stand to fail nor do i stand to
fall, ain`t that a hoot because we fall to stand and stand to be taller; look at me
don`t i stand out. i must be out of my mind to write this way, lets go out on a date
out on the town let the night pass and slip outta this world. whoa look out i think i
fell in some love, but i don`t think she noticed so lets move on.
" FLIP PAPER OVER"
The spell he cast
over the mast
they sailed so high
the endless sky
till dawn they flew
the morning dew
that mysterious man
was Peter Pan.
What a terrible thing;
to not know whos behind you
or followings down the street an
alley, or old country road, to not
feel safe when I'm all alone to feel
like someone is outside my just waitin
to jump in, To have that erie feeling that
someone is always watching waitin just for
for you just waitig to get in the fear of unknowing
Brie cheese develops
Giving Humor in
Lactose might never
Poetry in motion
in time oscillated
tides to whence
wind never blows,
like watching the
future in an
I swear the
deja vu's ,makin'
planets ma other
sighted a UFO in
the polar zone,
thought he was
ma other clone,
till I realise I was
so fate played
became of a
an heir to the
upon a thousand
so it became a
the script and
drama faded as
the Curtain Falls,
and ma mind lost
labyrinth of finer
scopes that it
derailed the train
of my fibre
Think of the hopes that lies
Not the waste that lies
Think of the treasure you
Not the lost opportunity you
Think of the happiness of
And how to put a broken
Think of the service you can
render to God,
Not the pursuit of diamond
of diamond and gold.
Think of that bright and
Not the imagination of an
Think of becoming that
great man of all time,
And how to leave your
footprint on the sand of
Think of how to make life
Not to make it taste bitter.
Think of how to make
someone smile each day,
And how to please God
Think of how to make
yourself a role model to
And not trying to be
Think of the best way to
use your ability,
And how best you can carry
out your responsibility.
Think of being that
And erasing every thought
of you being a zero.
Think of that long lasting
Not the pain of the past
Think of being God's
Not trying to be part of
Think of being God's
instrument of peace,
And being a blessing to
Think of being the best of
And not chasing something
you know you can't find.
Think of narrating that your
And not relying on past
Think of the problems you
can help to solve,
And how to cherish others
in peace and love.
Above all think of walking
towards the path of
And then you'll make it to
the pinnacle of greatness.
Streets are clear time stands still wars are won suffering begun tears are fear
hope is gone songs of justice hearts of stone, eyes of sorrow will there be a
tomrrow allegiance shift storms will rage the dawn of terror the coming of man's
new age. Rage of rampage with life there is hell that has been paid wise men
seek one moment of shade prophecy of disasters have already been made.
Did man get the message has gods raft and mercy become clear to you the fall
of man immortals will now stand those who are spared truth must inherit dare
fight no more decieve no more for this moment in time is history set to rhyme.
Bring forth a new nation and birth man a new make him god like prefect through
and through my children the lord speaks i grand you change with wings you shall
fly with grace never to die welcome to my gift to you heaven on earth now live in
peace my children i love you.
copyright (c) 2006
He empowers the thought of your mind.
Giving you many strange thoughts
He controls your love.And your hate.
He empowers the night and the day
The stillness and the wind.
He empowers us all.To live or die.
The power lies within.
Closely Did Every
Friendly Girl He’s Interested in.
Just Knew LUST,
May Never Open up.
Ran Swiftly To,
Unite Valiant Warm,
The brain mass of the human mind
Harbors iq’s you won’t believe
But still leaves one thing undefined
Much simpler than technology
With only three percent in use
Will we one day transcend this grip
And exercise control when juice
Mingle with blood from a bitten lip
WHEN I WAS SIXTEEN-AN ENDLESS LIFE OF MAYBE
I WANTED TO SUCCEED FOR ALL TO SEE
A CHEERLEADER, A STAFF WRITER-A TEACHER
A MAD SCIENTIST ON CREATURE FEATURE
SO MANY THINGS FLYING AROUND IN YOUR HEAD
SOMETIMES IT EVEN MADE ME SCARED
A DOCTOR, A LAWYER, AN OFFICIER IN ALL IT'S GLORY
WITH PAD AND PEN--ANALYZE-NOW DON'T WORRY
WITH THE SCIENTIFIC METHOD-I DREW A CONCLUSION
JUST CANNOT STAY HERE IN SECLUSION
THE ONLY BAD IS TO HAVE THEM REFUSE YOU
WHAT IS THERE ON THIS GREAT EARTH I CANNOT DO
RUNNING EVERY DAY-MAKING IT TO THE FIFTH ROUND
CLEARING MY MIND MAKING ALL EQUATIONS SOUND
DRESSING MY VERY BEST, WHO KNOWS WHAT I WILL FIND
MAKING SILENT VOWS THAT BIND
COMING TO A REAL SUMMURIZATION
THAT TODAY IS MY REALIZATION
THE MOST IMPOSSIBLE TASK IS WHAT I WILL DO
MAKING MY WHOLE LIFE, FRONT TO BACK-ALL NEW
Love, calm, black, then understanding
A forgotten sigh brings it down
It's more confusing than demanding
Like air mixing with ground
Fading in, falling out, burning
Spider blood rains from above
Psychosis is fleeing and returning
Like her eyes, and her love
The animation is playing with me
It's too fast paced and un-real
So ride with me into eternity
The place where I can feel
Burn it down, darkness rise
Rip their flesh, poison their eyes
Kill reality, kill it all, it all dies
But save me, im my own disguise
How can things be so blatent
feelings are like spider blood
I can't relax, it won't relate
my heart is fueling the flood
Love and time are vain
love causes too much pain
In the end spider blood will remain
so will you love me or go insane?
There was an instant connection,
Thru the first bars & lines, as I gained mobile reception,
Eyes glowin in excitement,
Body growin from enticement,
As my fingers moved swiftly thru the keys,
My fingertips tingled,
My soul at ease,
U were a breath of fresh air,
It was like we'd met before,
It felt like deja vu,
Everything u'd say, It felt like a reminder of what I'd been thru,
The feeling I felt, it's like nothing I can describe,
The amount we had in common was uncanny,
From our beliefs,
Down to our relationships with our family,
I was amazed how words could have such an effect through a screen,
But I was touched in every way from my head to my spleen,
I'd imagine u whispering those words softly in my ear,
& with every message u sent, thru my heart,
It was clear,
Falling for u had I not seen u in front of me,
I'd ask myself,
Was it crazy,
Then u'd convince me not, that it was just the divine connection we shared,
& Question God, I had not dared,
I knew it was a reason for ur placement in my life,
I'd not encountered u, without some sacrifice,
God taketh away, & he'd given me, u
The reason ur here, we shall see in a few,
A great friend u'll always stay,
& I'll still think of u,everyday,
Though, our plan is to meet sooner or later,
But each day, my anticipation grows greater,
My mind wonders what will come of this,
Will we get one another?
Will God transform u, from my friend, to my lover?
Innocent inside the circle,
you reached nowhere.
Dirty hands on the knob
kept the century locked.
Carbon footprints were deepening
under the sun, blue bird
circling in vain. The jealous
moon exiled to black hole.
The dust of the brutal time
settles on the umbrella. I am shivering.
The lies, the religion, the horrible
facts smell of the million deaths.
Who mode the tapestry of violence
into boneless truth and hairless
legs of prayers? Freedom escapes
through the scrolls of flames.
sometimes it comes to me
and it flows so naturally
like rolling off the tip of my tongue
and that's when you can just
write and write
without much thought
but then there's the times
you have to dig and dig
and it's a fight
but finally you come up
with something to write
and in your mind
hey this is a delight
but what about others
and their insight
some would say i could use
tell me folks what do you think
or did you miss it
when you blinked
I love flowers
breath of air
no bees in sight
all air around
fushia in color...
I'm scared of Santa
He knows who's been naughty
he know's who's been nice
It's got me kinda nervous
He knows my vice
He knows what I've been doin
And I wasn't so nice
I'm on the list
I didn't think twice
I'm startin to sweat
I'm startin to plan
I gotta get that list
before I get canned
He's got an army of reindeer
and they're all lookin for me
I've heard about this Rudoulph
He's especially mean
He has this nose
this nose that glows
Santa's gonna get me
Cookies won't help
Santa Claus is comin to town
God help me.
originally written under Janetta Harrington
I let imagination run I let him run for awhile
I let him run so much I think he ran wild
First it was a crocodile that stretched for miles
With huge yellow eyes and a 1,000 tooth smile
He gave a great chase around the kitchen Isle
But it was him not me who broke the kitchen tile
Imagination ran into the living room
Where I ran to find no floor in there
I had no fear when a rope appeared
So i could swing to anywhere
Little did I know that the rope is a curtain and the curtain could tear
So me and imagination had to run out of there
So we ran into a bedroom where an octopus was at play
I thought to myself this guy might just stay
So I jumped to wrestle against his many legs thought i would last all day
After I won i realized i trashed the bed that my mom just made
So here I am sitting my imagination outside on an adventure to the moon
Imagination will come back and all to soon
Maybe it will take me on a giant balloon, or let my ride typhoon, or ride the milky way on
a silver spoon
But for now im just sitting imagination got me grounded to my room
Clouds had refused to part.
A fractured moon was walking in dismay
stroking the gazing stars.
Cornwhite belonging of ashes was
to fire, beloved sky was enchanted
with water ceremony
as a sign of gratitude to earth.
The wind decided to reverse the clock
and navigate in trees of waxing summer
blowing yellow crystals of sulphur.
A red admiral lands on a lone marigold
with detachment, surveys pollen, pie-eyed,
dangles, tilting a nod, emerges for another sortie.
If there was an action, I think in between:
live with it in fire of mind. The voyage
begins when the song of eternity starts.
All the wayward words
mock me for inadequacy.
I remain detached from meaning,
emigrating to eloquence of wordless solitude.
The hymen breaks.
Dumb poems cry. I don’t want to be buried
in ruins of daydreams.
Sandstorms have a strange melancholy, holocaust.
A legitimate uprooting of faith.
Sometimes I feel a hot patch
of sun on my face.
One moon away was my cool,
abode in a green painting,
but the frost never melted.
This darkness is only companion,
I will talk to winds.
The comments on riddles will continue.
A selection of memories,
will make my meditation.
The friction in history was shame.
May be love will win.
Don’t go brutal in the veins
blood is diluted
life has become complex.
Barefoot truth walks,
in the sun without shadows.
We are beaten by lies.
The caste aside had a carnal thrust,
and the stars were weeping.
I will die of a primordial death one day.
What is the central theme, of present life ?
It has no nuances, only the numerical strength of passions.
Question marks are leaving,
an omnipresent stink everywhere.
An awakening without,
a flame does not inspire
a hidden defeat of haloed touchstone.
I will go for a swim,
in the dead sea to taste,
the salt of all the white moons.
How would our forefathers
know the masks?
After all these years the hate he sees still burns.
And the ugliness he sees makes his stomach turn.
There’s the crack all on the sidewalk.
There’s the crack all in the bag.
And the women sell their self for crack,
Then turn all into hags.
He never has no money, it makes him want to steal
Then they wonder why it is, that he chose to deal.
The state sent him a letter
They said he owed some cash
He didn’t pay his taxes,
For that ounce of grass.
Over in the building, where they sing of promise land
Satan’s all up in there, taking what he can.
He aint looking for the answers
He found them on his own
But no matter where he goes
He’s out there all alone.
Don’t you come all up on him sideways, trying to be so quip
Don’t you waste your time with that, it’s best that you just quit.
He doesn’t need to do his mother.
His daddy was no punk.
Don’t you tell him He’s your brother;
There’s too much baggage in “your” trunk.
After all these years, the hate he see still burns
The ugliness he sees makes his stomach turn.
What is it that’s your problem people?
Does this not suit your game?
Well it really doesn’t matter none
He’s your ghost without a name.
You ever see him on the corner, or down there on the street?
Just hope you never have to see the ghost, when life has got you beat.
Loneliness of non-being and,
reality, fill up the vessel.
I search for the eloquence while,
emptiness will be my forte.
Countless words are crossing
like a promise in milk-white days
I gather sunlight through grass leaves.
Life had been full of shadows,
the tapestry of love.
The descent was steep.
Coming home I found
no humming words.
Sitting in dark
I wait for shooting stars.
Measuring the blood, drawn from our hurts
was a royal reward
for your fingers.
You are allowed to compare blood
with brown coffee.
Sand in our eyes,
we walked bare-foot
on burning coals.
A- An A+
This is what my name means to me and i hope everyone will know what there
name means to them.
open and blue
rainbows like wishes
open and blue
open and blue.....
Have not asked much,
still attached to you with subtleties,
I wanted freedom from you,
For removing stings from the flesh.
Anxiety was the darkest color
of floating buds on lake.
Sitting on the edge of panic,
I started counting the waves.
Mixed emotions always subtract a smile
Just lonely, I went for the swim in rimless agony.
Have not heard much of you in ages.
Still memories crop up for a while.
I wanted nemesis from you.
Talking of blue and white clouds
love has many moods.
Devastated by a burning moon
I was wishing a watery burial.
When I touched your pshyche,
my completeness wavered.
In the empty words
and hollow thoughts.
The road to my dream house burned.
I longed to meet my flame.
You were listening to declaration of truth.
It was a refuge,
there was no evidence
of any movement of humanity.
My soft mind took the imprint
of golden spaces between
the dark alleys of earth.
The skeletons of history remained unclaimed.
Remembering your trust
My attachment floats. Anxiety
of seeking. The dust smears
the face of epileptic truth.
The clogged arteries of mundane heart twitch.
There wasn’t room for sentiments.
Moment to moment I travelled
to break the silence in vain.
i'll be homw
by the phone
and will be alone
its sit on the wall
by my water fall
i'll be waiting for your
He did not want to climb the spiral helix,
a son will be born without him.
He said I want to become my father
and see the decline.
How for shall we go to investigate?
An infant wrapped up in plastic explosive
was going to be presented on dais.
An unclothed carcass was lying between you and me,
body donated for the study
of failing restraints. How death would behave
in broad daylight?
The vasectomy did not work. Testosterone was
Reading Kafka, peanuts!
We have come near emptiness
of a tree, hollowed by white ants.
Streams of light in lifeless skies
Each night a longing becomes immense
Cut darkness just like fireflies
Awoken feeling of mystery intense
Where light bulbs disappear and fuse
Or fall when they loose their grip
The tilting jug of the Milky Way unused
Not even to quench the wish of a sip
Minefield where deadly games are played
And wounded hide there scars
Moving target turns night to day
Evading shooting stars
But Sagittarius doesn’t know
The bull’s-eye at which he aims
Is Taurus’ disappearing show
The war vet of mind games
We’re centered to view this free lightshow
Where envious stars afraid of the night
Look down on us and wish to know
The views mirrored from their light
The flame will not die.
I pursue the path of smoke
the virtue of suffering
gives the pure light.
The book knows my inside truth
and tells no one. I weep for the swallows,
I could not feed.
I lay one white
stone for each death.
You will scatter my ashes,
in the abandoned land
where silence walks
and words lie like microcosm
of contemporary hunger.
Life was a cupful of tears.
The voices always spilled challenging
the fidelity of flowing water.
The living legend turns in grave,
I pray for peace
I promised myself to stand erect
when the quake comes.
I will save the flora
and the grass of dying earth.
I ask for one more life
to clear the debt & bleach my guilt.
About the time you finish this,
Before you come to any conclusions,
Count all your blessings, and
Deem me questionable;
We'll be on the edge of our
In troubled times
he just walked away
carrying the antiquity in briefcase….
The new man.
Ending the anonymity of stubbornness,
rejects the yesterday
but I wanted not to be a participant
of terrible decay.
Who will understand? Enough was
the midnight ecstasy,
for in the hour of loneliness
the sentence will be stretched for eternity.
This young history
may try to build a new order
by dirty hands.
Life will give its verdict on death
understand it, when it was not there.
Reason becomes the law if you don’t
alter the purity and a face has a meaning.
The experience never ends
as for as the voice reached micropains.
Non-eye vision penetrates.
The silent song trembles
I weave a pattern
to resolve the crisis
the escape to white
space was useless.
The ending of sorrow
was a movement on circuit
the center has started vanishing.
Thinking was preventing
the completeness of self.
A single flower is answer of nature.
The echo of pulsating memories.
the landscape is full of quotations.
No one reads. Denials
and evasions want more attention.
A new road enters the body
on the edge of a prayer
infinitely small, a handful of vowels
sailing in my mind,
give powerful eyes to faith.
The abstracted meaning
leaves a sweet taste in mouth.
I lay out a mud path for the reader.
A look far $urface Iland place
I stay where mostly gone both
Shells a part across swimed
Around Natureness Dawn grewed
Some seven Seas of Flowers and dirt
Whence soil fresh sent after Industries
Time wacthing new Years $urface spined
Hurricane peaces telling whats good news
Alot justly foat on my Boat anear
Home washly away pastess Day's
Building mine Outside this walk
Finish yes Mam; no Sir, happy after
Done dee's about picture Daddy
I'am love first Name: and last
I'll promise wished Star later noontide
Like Balloon's going too Heaven sliping
Off thy Finger tips notice trill
Magic fly an Space on my paper
For another sweet poem foever
Read Generation coming aloud say
$urface Baby Girl Me and you mint
Ass sweet candy cotton
Together every peek out or Eye
We see $urface there,,,
We listened deeply to the sounds
of seed power of duality.
I was very restive
there was no time to review
the veracity of benevolence.
It was a flight of songs,
a passage through silence.
The event and nonevent,
became burning topics enslaving the angles of lips
and splitting the smiles.
If you wanted to feel the truth,
you must undergo splendid mutation,
to read the grains,
the sun, the rains.
Here comes the moon
sailing on dry bones
of our trivialities;
of our banalities,
shutting off our thoughts.
Multiples of our arts,
had the plasma oozing
from our buried themes.
Unfolding the dark night,
quarter moon shrinks
The bitterness of the day,
cave weird taste,
burning the tongue.
You didn’t want to live,
anymore. Roots lopsided,
starved. Age, language slashed,
mist rising. Names in the dust.
The ending was not there
sorrow burnt like candle
burning the meaningless words,
dreams, I hear the silent whispers
of wounds of faltering steps,
doubting the pain. Beyond
the age tales were endless.
Watching became a problem.
Nothing could be redeemed
by choice. I wanted
endless journey to find
the windows. long steps
towards immovable cliffs,
my own version of anonymity
and grace. Because glorification
has started the fear,
the escape and suffering.
Do you need a sanitizer for contaminated hands ?
They were busy in illustrating the ugly contours
Up and down you were out of joint,
and your feet were not fastened to the ground.
Untainted a shrill voice prepares to rise
from the sullen men
huddled on the floor,
for the sad demise of a grand master.
The green truth was nowhere to be seen.
People are getting down for a feast
to invoke peace for the departed soul.
I am miserable,
cannot blast the fake ceremony.
Year after year the doomed city performs a ritual
for the coronation of a new king.
The sky is divided by domes, towers, minarets
and tall turrets.
cannot see the moon clearly at night
I reject the old abstractions
draw the ink from the blood
and paint a tarantula.
Pardon my mask
I will put you on pedestal to torment me,
because you were necessary
for my existence.
When I prepare finally my death wish
you can smile.
Your eyes are looking through my head,
you were hurt from my moon face.
I will wash your feet with my tears now.
Exhausted, nameless in a crowd
I was counting my see-through triumphs
all piled up as burned out bones.
To live without meaning is very painful.
Everything is abused for self gratification.
Over a black sky, against the mountains
the old silence becomes teeth of a dead faith.
Sitting all alone in a place that's called the night
with the clicking of a mouse he enters on the site
He searches on the pages looking for some clues
maybe in the words there's something he can use
A vixen all excited who's looking for some fun
a lady there in waiting or a man that's on the run
He reads there of a man who is shedding all his tears
for a woman who has left him after all these years
Down there at the bottom is a hater of all men
claiming that no one can know exactly where she's been
As he wades all through the rubble or stops to pick a lock
the only sounds he hears is the ticking of a clock
Should he let out all his demons or join with the contrite
should he be so cavalier and stay there hidden out of sight
should he gather all his weapons and start an ugly fight
as he reads he tries to pick what will suit his plate tonight
the choices are so many as he crawls on through the night
but he clicks on to the exit and then turns out the light.
Effortlessly a desire erects
a monument. One flaw
demolishes the image. Stones,
ugly grass & a solitary tree
make the landscape.
Hundreds of seeds go back
to the earth’s womb, never
to sprout. Heartbroken
I stand in the middle
of life, crumbling alone.
How can we change ?
A splash of green
ingests a scissor,
that is not enough. A parallel tragedy
strikes. Sun and flowers
are gone, seeking a truth,
not yet conceived. A timeless
fire burns in the temple,
uncovering the heat,
edging towards us.
Freedom from long falls comes,
bit by bit in degrees.
Suffering remains the same.
We immortalize our smears.
The absolute truth
suddenly becomes a lie.
A myth which balooned
our minds. But brutal
sunlight has seasonal priorities.
Trampling the borders, he started
losing his vibrations.
He was asking for the perpetual forgiveness
for his bandaged ego.
The new incarnation.
For the broken homes
he refused to admit his side of guilt
and jumped into the frozen lake
for nursing his hot blood.
The faithless star.
The world did not exist
in total freedom.
Let him sleep, sulking away,
under the sea of wounds
unlistening to the wailing winds.
Not for the seeds
not for the flowers,
the crowds were assembling for the essence
of the drifting truth.
Nobody knew the red hot destiny.
Kids Locked outside in the cold
Good News for the bears
The have something to hold
Now the child is the puppet
And the Bear is the puppeteer
You look for the children
But all you hear
"Mama, Papa I'm playing with the bear."
covered are the sea reefs,
hidden from our eyes,
covered are the mountain tops
high up in the ski,
covered is the green land fields
once a natural site,
covered is the history that is ours
the history of the fight,
covered for us not to see
covered but I can't let that be.
The identity moves ahead
of the shadow of truth
I search for the absolute
in vain. Can I remove the emptiness
and talk to myself ?
The core feeling is same.
We flow in our own separateness.
I want to outlive my brethren
and eat my death alone.
Mindful I watch the kernel,
swaying tree is silent
I am here due to a fault in the genes.
Grief is not my skull house.
Each night I sleep with dry lips
dreaming a lake.
My pillow floats like a chopped moon.
Silence of anonymity
in the heart of a storm.
It is a curious apparition.
The vibrations of distant whispers
fill up the lungs,
ripping apart the veins.
My inside blood utters
a shrill sob.Where to go?
We cannot return back. Ending of time?
Death in his haunting lies,
Everything he's destroyed,
All my wishes crumbling,
Tension building everywhere,
Haunting visions of Death as he rides the world to doom.
I have a rope, it's tied to a beam;
My hopes are all shattered and so are my dreams.
By my computer is a note of the why's
I hope they can read it; there's tears in my eyes.
There on the couch is a skirt that was hers;
Where her blouse is, of that I'm not sure.
I took a shower and washed my hair twice;
What ever I do I have to look nice.
I have some rags that will be of good use;
But I have to keep wondering am I being obtuse.
I'll make a dummy adorned with her wig;
I'll laugh like a mad man when it snaps like a twig.
What's that you're thinking, revenge is not good;
Then do clue me in, I wish that you would.
Better the dummy than her or me;
That's not so bad you have to agree.
I was walking in the park, a block away from home;
When I ran up on some cops, who were mounted on their roans.
They said I smelled like weed and I could be aresseted;
So I should give up what I had, before their times invested.
I went into my act and denied that I was holding;
But they wouldn't buy it and jail time was unfolding.
So I reached down in my pocket and grabbed my bag of grass;
As they were reaching for it they said, I barely saved my ass.
I went back to my house, that was just a block away;
I told the people I was living with, I just might leave today.
I was pacing like a cat, so I went out for a walk;
I was looking for a place to hide; I didn't want to talk.
I was walking in the bushes, where the squirrels jump and hop;
When I came up on some horses, which the riders were the cops.
They were nowhere to be found, these badges of the force;
But I knew what they had done; they smoked my weed of course.
Hoory for city living and its moralistic fiber;
Hoory for law and order and the horse back mounted rider.
Bless the Golden Gate and the park that bares its name;
And heaven help the lawless man, that carries not his blame
My other girl, God the way she makes me feel.
It comes on slow when I touch and explore with her.
my hand runs up and down her neck
soon a melody comes that makes my heads reel.
then there's that point of unknowing where what could be
and what was, goes beyond everything I think I am.
them I'm someone I've always considered but seldom find
and never thought I could see.
A music fills the air with a melody of our very own
it's like tapping into a world of mystery
out of nowhere we seemed joined in unison.
there's a force that I've dreamed of but seldom known.
I laugh outloud with the pleasures of fun
I realize I'm not ugly when I'm with her, I'm pretty.
She makes me more than the sum of what I appear to be.
I know somehow I will never leave her, we are one.
She's not realy a woman or a girl but she takes me away.
She seems to fit so well in my hands when I'm with her.
She's my instrament of escape into the world of the unnamed
she's my love and with her I express the secerts of my days.
Aroma so inviting
Beneath a masque of stench
Charismatic to the naked eye
Desire is what they quench
Are they that naïve?
In the shadow of the darkness
in the time we call the night
lurk the ghost and evil spirits
that cause us all to fright.
There are some who ride the wind
some may crawl upon the ground
there is no way to hide from them
for they are all around.
They come in through your windows
they slither on your floor
some can enter with the sounds
that come in through your door.
They are driven by a hunger
a frenzied need to drain
some of them may take your soul
while others seek your brain.
They have one thing in common
they know the smell of fear
but you can make them go away
if they get to near.
Tell them all to go away
for you are not afraid
they might come up to your door
but they will never stay.
To those of you who seek defence
from the creatures of the night
take a path you know is good
know that you are right.
Take the time to think it out
else your life be filled with doubt
and you may well fall victim
to those we speak about.