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Details | Narrative | |

The Clouds

THERE HE WAS HOLDING OUT HIS HAND.

My voice=
God, can I hold your hand and go with you?

Gods voice~
My sweet child, it is I who will walk with you now! You walked down my path with and without faith. You took my protection to ease your pain. My shielded wings comfort you during your moments of suffering while your life staggered across the earth... Your love and devotion is what made you strong. Every time your dreams were broken. You managed to build more dreams in their place. You called my name during your happiest and saddest moments. You always ran up to me when you fell behind. Your secrets became our private talks. The key to your heart was always unlocked. I was there during your trials and troubles of tribulations. We could not speak, but it was my light that would not allow you to get weak.

My voice=
Is this that dream of beauty? The one in the book my preacher spoke of. 
Yes! I remember it now it is called paradise. I felt this company once before, Lord.
Many times, I have forsaken this light, and still it never left my door.
I felt it the day I was born, and the day I became baptized in your holy name.
I felt this light before, can you explain it some more? 
Lord pleases clarify that day I fell down to my knees and accepted Jesus as my savior? 
Every day since, I felt as if you stood away and walked on by, allowing me to face my own failures’.  Was my life a waste in this impossible world?"

Gods voice~  
My child, this is the everlasting light you will feel every time your body is re-born onto a new road.  This light never left you. 
My sweet child did you not listen, Matthew *19:26* MY SON looked at them and said, "With man this is impossible, but with ME all things are possible. My child you were not searching for the right answers.

My voice= 
My Lord everyone told me if I prayed you would come. Did I not pray right?

Gods voice~ 
My child sometimes your heart asked for more than life itself, which left questions for someone else.  
At times how could I answer when you shunned heaven away from your eyes?
The obvious question is whether this is the final immersing of your souls disguises.

My voice= 
Lord, I have other questions to ask. 
What should I expect out of my personal sins? My testimonial sits in the palm of your hand.
My mind and my heart's inner core have been wicked since my adolescence days. 
How is it that I am in your promise land?

Gods voice~  
Getting right with me has brought you here!

My voice= 
One more question My Heavenly Father.
Can I see her?  I meant, could I see them? My Daughter, Mother's and Sisters~

by;PD


Details | Epic | |

The Best Poem Ever

~The best poem ever~

Without saying a word I’m going to go where no one has gone before.
A twilight zone, only God and I know of. 

Without saying a word I’m going to recite the best poems ever.
Poems with no vision too stare. 
Quietly with a hum, only you can hear. 

Silent through my mind I will walk whistling, without a care.
Feeling and thinking as my heart beat goes on. 
Searching for your heart beat next to mine. 
Dreaming of words that blind, 
Dreaming of words which connect us together!

Without saying a word I’m going to look and speak for the first time.
Howl and feel as our chemicals sublime. 
I’m going to get hungry before I die in your arms.

Through circles and rods, I carry this year alone. 
Imagining all the days it was only you and I. 
“Not only I!”

Without saying a word I’m going to listen for your voice to call my name.
A whisper that setting itself on repeat. 

Anticipating, those look before you look away.
Wanting and waiting, I will still be whistling.
Overwhelmed by, fate at the door. 

Without saying a word I’m going to, leave a whisper in the bedroom
Without making movement, with my mouth!
 
Control all the space, around me. 
Touching the energy you left behind.
Hear the snowy winter chime.
Experience all the shelter in your hold.

Without saying a word I’m going to, lay down beside you.
Laying in a way, that feels better than freedom.

Millions of miles away, I’ll still be whistling. 
And waiting and waiting, for that perfect lay. 
Arguing and embracing the air we both breathe.
A breath for every reason!

Without saying a word I’m going to, mime the world tonight.
Over and over, till I mime the perfect poem, like the olden days.
Without a word to say! 

I’m wrapping my own arms around me, like a mime.
Explaining the breath you took without me.
Talking to myself without saying a word!
Writing the perfect poem without a word to say! 

Without saying a word I’m going to, yell this inside.
Whistle and mumble till I’m out of breath. 
Dying with my dreams to be by your side! 

Without saying a word I’m going to, close my eyes and see your face.
A bond not even death can break. 

Without saying a word I’m going to, sit here, till your wind hits.
A tap that’s inspires the best poem ever. 

Until then, I’m going to whistle without a word to say.
And enjoy your silhouette everyday.    

by;pd


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

A Man's Tale

A man’s tale 

With mind control there he was,
A man for sale…
Hearing the vocal sound from this wordsmith, 
A man in his own tale…
Currently he was sitting and calling upon the earth.
Prior rumors about his love for the Queen.
Yet to come would be a bard singing for Her Majesty-

A fool wrapped in a cowardly way.
Flowers and scars sat on his floor.
A torn heart, making its way out the door.
He caresses the image of her in his mind.
This man, this bard, sang a song for the blind.

Releasing a soft note, she turns towards the sun.
Forgetting the ferocious rage of the king.
The man kneels with the light flashing in his face.
He drinks with his eyes, one moment of glee.
His head lands under the moon's winter space.

Never again, will he spend his days thinking.
Never again, will he feel the shivers when calling upon the earth and her beauty. 
Never will he know, he was the tune that eased her thirst.

A man’s tale always ends under a woman’s spell. 

by;PD


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Suicide Masterpiece

Suicide Masterpiece

Sweat drop
On top
Trigger pop
Written note
All I got
Hang knot
Body rot
Suicide cop

I hope not
Cry out loud
I think not
Body's hot
I am too proud
I am loved a lot
Roof top.
Suicide bride

Heavy vain
Your game 
the same
Trapped shame
Gone insane
Who's to blame
Red stain
Suicide rain

Addictive dope
Needle hope
Poison taste
Drowning beer
Gun shot
Painless fear
Powder nose
Suicide dose

Razor blades
Flame stare
Pain fades
Sadden tear
Candle wax
Smoke dare
Burn down
Suicide flare

No bluff
No name
War zone
Innocent prey
Soul blown
Cry all day
Set mind
Suicide bomb

Terrorist 
traffic jam
Plane jack
Head strong
Help protect
Customs wrong
Dead plot
Suicide stop

------
stop the suicide 

by:-)


Details | Lyric | |

WE'RE STILL WE

Just because we're not together
Doesn't mean we're far apart
You may no longer see me
Cause I'm hidden in your heart
I am the warmth in your sunrise
The breeze dancing in your hair
Don't think for even a moment
That I'm gone, no longer there

I'm singing through that sparrow
My fragrance is in the rose
My shade is under the big oak
I'm in the poem you just composed
I still see you in the moonlight
Tell all your secrets to me
I'm closer than you can imagine
Never alone, girl we're still we

*A father on his deathbed pens this poem to his daughter to encourage her when he's gone, to remind her that he will never really leave her!

Date: 11-11-14


Details | Free verse | |

Soul mates solace

When my final shadows cling on desperately
Where I fight formidable battles
to merely hold the light
I send you loving vibrations
and soul sustenance
Deep from the cathedral
of one heart to another
where today no choirs sing
nor symphonies play
Yet it is here where we meet
in spiritual solace
here to surrender 
and exchange inestimable treasures
recollecting memories 
like unopened letters
Galaxies are stretched
over chronicles of shared history
Nebula birthing stars
will be exposed
in forth-coming conversations
bringing short-lived fulfillment to you
Hungry to feast
now will be the time
to approve your blood art vision
and with my own haunting surrender
as dappled shades ink stain your chest
I will reside with you and share, mesmerised 
pens - by branding
as this will be your written reams to me
your artist's pallet or brushed canvas
no need for words
and yet creating
mysterious magical moments
Bitter-sweet the music
that dances taut guitar strings
but now blood approved
please go kick your heel up
return to your laughter
and ride on the breeze
for not all are lost
change not
for I am with you always
to love, listen and comfort as one
with you in me and I in you
as masterpiece


Details | Concrete | |

BrokenHeart

..................   L  I                                  L  O
                Y            F                       Y             V                         
           M         H        E                M        G           E                
       F   O   R   E  V  E  R             E   T   E   R  N    A   L                    
     L     E    N    O    R    E          L     E    N    O    R     E
  E   N   T   W   I   N   E   D       E   N   T   W   I  N   E   D
 Always  with  my HearT  I         Always with true Feeling
Love You, my Dearest WIFE        ALWAYS with Emotions
My  Love grows like an oak        My  Heart beats for YOU
Mighty  and E v e r l a s t I n g       MY  TEARS  are  Real 
 YOU  are  M Y  STRENGTH         Yet My Heart still Aches
  FOR YOU LIVE in  ME            Though You live with GOD
   ETERNAL  B L I S S        YOU wear the gown of Angels
     INFINITE  P U R E        YOU carry my Heart in Yours
       You grow in my heart     EACH  and   EVERY   Day 
         The LOVE grows and   I am at  Peace KNOWING
            As  LOVE  Grows          In my  BROKEN Heart 
              Constantly Knitting        cracks and Fissures
                My  Dearest Beloved    Tenderly  Mended
                    Repairing Loneliness   My Wife Lenore
                       Angelically Smiles   Eternally Loved
                          MY Only Most        B E L O V E D
                              L  I  F  E        L  E  N  O  R  E
                                  Always      F O R E V E R
                                      YOU    My  Heartbeat
                                          Are   My   S O U L
                                              MY      W I F E
                                                One  Breath
                                                    N e v e r
                                                      Alone
                                                      YOU
                                                       And
                                                          I


Details | Rhyme | |

Goodbye, My Child

Where cradled canyons sing
Of ebony wood in the forest
There lies a gurgling spring
Where cockcrows sing their chorus
To the melody of singsong birds
There I’ve concealed my sensuous words
Filled with befitted signs
The saccharine whiff of my designs

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Where the fogs of night are fountains
Spills of glistened moon ignite
By distant silhouette mountains
We dance with passion of fight
Entwining ancient stance 
Mingling hand in hand we dance
Till the mountains smile on high
Near and far we spring
To pursue the realest of dreams
While the world cries at its seams
Anxious in trouble to cling

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

To where the ridges merry make 
From the beaks of wooden bright
In sparkly pools the ghouls awake
That scarce to stir our night
We watch for seekers down under
Muttering secrets in their soul
We bid them lucks of shivers
Dipping gently in
From reeds that hide a tear of a foal
Under the gentle rivers

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Far away she shall ever churn
The taciturn eyed
She’ll listen no more to turn
To the working mills beside
Or the scrubbing of the barn
May peace weave in her song
She shall wave in the yarn
To a haven known as Belong  

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

For she comes, the mortal youth
To the wild realm of her truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only her tears be found


Details | Free verse | |

Grief is Grief is not

Grief is not something we “get through”…
you “get through” a bad day
Grief is not something we “get over”,
“you ”get over” a cold”
Grief is not something we “move on from”
you “move on from” a bad relationship”
 
But Grief is… a companion we “move forward with”,
learning from and growing, with each agonizing step.
 
Grief is… a heart-wrenching process, not bound by time,
But sets us on a “lifelong journey” of finding truth and meaning…
 
Grief is not a crutch we hold onto for pity
It is not a lack in character
It is not a weakness that needs to be strengthened
Or a problem that needs fixing
It is not an enemy to be slain
Or like a wild animal, to be caged
 
Grief is… “A METAMORPHOSIS OF HUMAN LIFE”
YES! that needs “time”… “A LIFETIME”
 
Grief is… an acknowledgement of true love shared
and true love lost
 
Grief is… a love we hold so deep within our souls
That our tears fall to caress the pain…
“God given tears”, full of purpose and meaning
For each one carries with it a piece of our heart
 
grief hugs us and holds us close
to a great love we can no longer touch…
grief is… our friend for without it
our lives would have been a lie.

Grief is…purely and simply a journey of love
It is a friend, to those of us who mourn
A friend who sees what we need and allows us to be us
Grief is a release of unimaginable pain…
a release of a great indescribable loss…
 
 
Grief is… the bridge that crosses repentant oceans,
spans desolate canyons, and fear filled mountain tops.
that we may cross over this tragedy to a renewed heart 
by means of the love we shared and continue to share
through the love of our Almighty God
 
 
Grief is…
A pain we can use, to broaden our hearts
and the hearts of all those around us
it is… a road we must travel to gain wisdom.
A level of wisdom you will never achieve by playing strong.
For only when we sink to the bottomless pit of grief
Will we be awakened by the light of truth.
 
Grief…
Do not judge it… for it contains Gods secrets
Secrets you can only hear by listening
through the blare of the pain.
It is a sacred contract to be in awe of and inspired by
To learn from and grow from
To gain compassion and understanding from
It is a journey that holds a sacred contract
That will be signed by each and every one of us
Who has the strength… and the courage…
to love with all your heart and all your soul.
It is not a journey I would wish on anyone
But now that I am here I will walk it with honor
And purpose, with my head held high and my feet in stride
For at the end of this road there you’ll be,
waiting to take me home.


Details | Prose | |

Tribute to Susan Boulet Art

Susan Boulet was an artist 1941-1997
Her paintings are famous for their layered effects which she started later on in her artistic career. She loved fantasy which is easily seen in her paintings. This is my fantasy poem as I look at this beautiful picture painted by Susan Boulet.

The old man sits quietly on the hillside, knowing his days as one
Spirit would soon be coming to an end. He stares blankly at the heavens where the pale blue sky is the backsplash for Cumulus clouds now filling in, the horizon. He chants his prayer over and over again calling his brothers to come receive his spirit and be one with him for all eternity. Brother bear, cloak me with the warmth of your coat that we may walk through each winter and never be cold again. We will stand together as one, never again will we know fear. Brother wolf fill my heart with your loyal spirit that we may rise to heights of a love greater than any human could possibly achieve. His prayer seems to rise more intensely as he continues. Mighty cat, share with me your speed that we may be faster than the wind, jumping through the clouds as one. Wise and good owl, become one with us that we shall have wings to fly as eagles and wisdom to find eternal peace. Now the old man whispers, together we shall hold the secrets of the universe in our hands. Soon his chin drops down on his chest as a smile crosses his face, and the old frail body crumbles to the hard rocky ground. Then the cry of a wolf, the hoot of an owl and simultaneously the roars of a sabre-toothed and bear echo through the valley. As darkness fills the sky and the moon is high, the silhouette of a young warrior stands proudly on the bluff.


Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
10.26.2014
For Debbie Guzzi’s Contest:
Free Verse, Prose Poetry, Haibun


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

God Gave You a Second Chance

God Gave You a Second Chance
 Not ready to leave this world with unfinished business determining the souls color; you’re on borrowed time! Prayers to heaven and words spoken from the heart brought perspective to what time remained. Fear and regret knowing this may be the end brought us closer than before. Always by your side loving, giving freely would now perhaps help spare your life adding color to your heart and soul.
The soul colored with Hope, Faith, and Love, the greatest being Love! I wonder have you given God what was expected for a second chance at life to color your heart and soul. Color determines the hearts purity and the soul’s condition. 
Souls are empty without love in the purest form; if you do not receive and give without fear, shame, or doubt!  From the outside looking in many colors of love surround your soul. I pray the love I give you understand the colors surrounding my heart and soul.
Love was holding you when death looked you in the face and love put death on hold! God and I give you Love. How do you face life and death now, with a heart and soul of vivid colors nourished by our love? God blessed us and we know what matters most. You now live your bucket list, God’s too.
Your list will end, mine too. Sharing with a loved one brings special meaning, understanding, and allows comfort taking away fear, pain, and panic. With unconditional love all’s shared. Colors of the soul glow, angels gather, and God gently lifts one unto himself. The guardian angels exit; slowly colors fade, a feeling passes the one left behind as the end has come. I imagine the colors of love in the heart and soul.
                                                                                                                                                             Debbie Knapp
		


Details | Narrative | |

---And the Angel Looked On

"I heard an angel speak last night and he said "write" - Elizabeth Barrett Browning 

"Remember..."
that was the last word he whispered before his eyes closed forever...
"Remember..."

I close my own eyes, bite my lower lip, 'til I taste tin, stone angel crying with me...
The wind sends chills through me, as the heavens threatened to weep
brown leaves skittering between my feet, seeking for shelter.
How I related to those leaves: dry...brittle...dead.

I look at the Angel that watches over him,imploring for answers, 
begging this Guardian to take pity on me, help me remember. 
She only looks at me, with tears in her eyes, her beautiful face
always looked enigmatic to me, for she was smiling...
and yet those tears hinted at sadness, 
seemingly reprimanding me with her look.
I bow my head in shame, and reach for her hands, 
but I only feel cold, hard stone...not unlike my heart

My throat catches, I can hardly breathe--
I loosen my grip, feeling it might burn this time
...from guilt, for forgetting...

I glance at her magnificent wings, and wished I had them, too,
if only to fly away, but my feet are stuck on the ground, 
with a heart buried in regret.

I whisper one word: "Sorry":spoken so softly, I think I only said it in my heart;
I say it louder, my body wracked with sobs, my heart bleeding crimson tears of anguish. 
I look at the Angel and notice something on her sash--
One pristine white feather lay there-a stark contrast to the moss covered stone.
I take the feather, notice wordings etched on the sash--and scraped off moss, 
Tennyson's words go straight to my heart...
" 'Tis better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all."

The memories come back like a flash flood, assaulting me, bringing me back to that day.
He told me he had an angel carved to be with him at his grave, 
since I, his angel, couldn't always be there for him. And that he understood, 
that it was okay. I shrugged it off, told him I love him forever.
I still do, that's why it shamed me that I also love another now.

Seeing those words, I felt such a sense of peace, like he was embracing me, 
smoothing out my hair like he used to, telling me it was all right. 
I blink back tears, and say "Thank you" this time...I hug the Angel and I felt warm.
Drizzle and sunlight bounced off each other as I walked away. 
I turn my head around to his grave
--and the Angel looked on with a smile.


Constance's Angels in Cemeteries contest
 June 18, 2011


Details | Epitaph | |

Forever In My Heart

A million times I've needed you
A million times I've cried
If love alone could have saved you
You never would have died
In life I loved you dearly
In death I love you still
In my heart you hold a place
No one can ever fill
It broke my heart to lose you
But you did not go alone                                            
A part of me went with you
The day GOD called you home
Your precious memory is my keepsake
With which I'll never part
GOD has you safely in HIS keeping
But I have you forever in my heart


Details | Kyrielle | |

The Long Sleep

Bent forward on his wooden chair,
inside his shack, with not a care,
he sits where fast to sleep he fell.
The old man’s sleeping long and well.

Companions waiting to be fed
or have their master pat their head,
wait at  his feet, but they can tell
the old man’s sleeping long and well.

One spotted mutt with doggie grace
extends a tongue to lick the face
of him whose form is but a shell. . .
The old man’s sleeping long and well.

Bent forward on his wooden chair,
the old man’s sleeping long and well. 


A Kyrielle Sonnet for the Briton Riviere Poery Contest
Link for the painting: http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Riviere_Briton_The_Long_Sleep.jpg


Details | Rhyme | |

Like The Sun

Like the sun awakened, from slumber grey
Blessing every tortured fray
embraced  my soul, your glorious gaze
and set my lonely heart ablaze
like the sun amass  a brand new morn
upon your whispered wind was born
our love, till endless ages sworn
like sun enveloped, rainy days
you devoured all my hopeless haze…
and since dost now my heart amaze
with joy and laughter, lifes’ rephrase
but like the sun,twas time to set, 
now life dost seem just wretched fret
sunless days chase moonless night
drifting along alas lonely plight
A Godly gift you were to thee
rewarding every desperate plea 
now I must sail amidst raging sea
blind to hithers destiny.
But I shall rise above the moon
Amidst the troubled waters swoon
For love like ours it strengthens mast
To ride relenting waters vast
Till time dost ask for my return
To the place my tethered soul doth yearn
And all my cares shall be set free
your womb my love this soul shall flee
where thine was always meant to be
in Heavens Grace… Eternally


Details | Free verse | |

The Day That Died Forever

When I am Colder,Older and then alone...
I will collect the sky on my own...
When the art has faded and the days then fade-
when everyone has gone away...

I may finally see what never was saw
.....ahhhhhhhhhhhhh............... the quiet sky

The unlit room which bares my end...shows the flashes of my pains my joys and sins.
This life has been a strange one since the curtains were drawn
These paper and plastic figures have clouded the dawn

I was once younger,foolish,and obsessed with truth
Now I am bitter,sour,dour faced with my heart under shoe

The children were all searching or lost in a crowd
All weeds in a garden...growing vile and foul

Though beauty was sold it never came true
Obsessions and vanity have traveled safe through

Materials and poison and everything lost
have been burned in the fires or lost in the frost

I stand face to mirror tearing my being apart
Winding thoughts of love,pain,god,and art

As the sun sets and the darkness grows
I too shall follow this pattern in tow

Death has a friendly hand and a pretty face
She has given me comfort as I leave this place

The wars have occurred,humanity's lost
Souls have been burnt in the fire or lost in the frost

Day was Life,Night is Death

And the latter has given counsel on my final steps


Details | Narrative | |

Sorrow

She sits alone 
She draws her knees up to her shoulders, hugging them tightly
She shivers in the icy wind 
Her teeth chatter and the stream of tears from her eyes, sting her cheeks 
As she lifts her head towards the heavens, 
Her eyes burn with pain and her piercing scream, barely human, expresses her Excruciating 
suffering and anguish

She is gripped by immense sorrow, the most powerful and destructive emotion
It roughly envelopes her, throwing her into a pit of darkness, filled with evil shadows
The shadows claw at her, ripping into her flesh like daggers
She shakes violently, tasting blood as she bites down hard on her bottom lip
But she feels no pain, her body is numb, numbed by the demons of sorrow, who, 
Are slowly overpowering her, devouring her heart 
And locking her in an eternal web of pain

She is engulfed by fear as the intense sorrow surrounding her, compresses her
She gasps for air as the merciless hands of sorrow close around her throat
She fights in her lonely vacuum, with everything she has
She reaches for her only comfort, her fingers coil around the blade
As she stretches her arms out in front of her, her void eyes gaze upon her pale skin
Her skin is etched with scars
Her scars an eternal, entwined, tattoo of her excruciating suffering
As she runs the jagged blade over her skin, its cold feel calms her
The compressing sorrow surrenders
This is her saviour, the one who can release her from this life of pure hell
Her skin begins to open, the river of blood flowing strong
Her pain is flung into the open, through her wounds, 
Leaving a sense of tranquility in her distraught heart

Her red stained fingertips caress her raw wounds
She is mesmorised by the life force flowing from her, as it paints 
Her tragic story on her body
Painful tears bleed from her eyes as regret shudders through her
She rocks backwards and forwards, lulling herself into a sense of peace
Her body is drained
As she lies back she becomes limp
Her eyes close and her whispered prayers fill the open air,
Creating the painful melody her heart sings
As she slips away

Thunder roars and the starry heavens open 
As God’s tears rain over His beloved daughter, 
Healing her wounds and piecing her broken soul back together
As the sun rises above her, 
It illuminates her peaceful expression
Her earthly father collapses besides her
His silent tears wash over her beautiful, pale face
As he lifts his dead child in his arms, 
Vicious sorrow rips his heart apart, 
Creating wounds which will never heal


Details | Rhyme | |

The Tumid River of Acheron

The Tumid River of Acheron (the journey) Part 1

Dark the tumid, rushing waters flow
where man most wisely fears to go
Liquid blackness sings of epic pain
torture, misery and cries of insane
Echoes of evil Eperius in the West
shadow realm where evil never rests

Black ship of Kharon eternally sail
into the sunless land of a dark hell
Land those lost , family and friend
exists for all wicked women and men
Black abyss where Apollo never walks
lost souls ripped by screeching hawks

Forever filled by rowboat conveyed
miserable, crying souls are relayed
Crossing the tarn of Acheron then
cursing future torments for all men
Seething waters set to ever separate
those lost into future tortured Fate

Father of evil waters from which sprang
the Styx of which man's curses rang
Flowing stream holding back evil foul 
where tortured spirits scream and howl
Acheron, into a lake of scorching heat
where demons play with souls they eat

Delivered shadows fall on prayers cast
vanity briefly soothes, forever lasts
Prayers sinking like river cast stones
dreams birthed from dead skin and bones
Waters that wrap around Haides evil realm
with Daimon, the dark Lord at the helm

Gushing forth from the bowels of rock
mighty blackened waters rise to shock
Upon its moving mass of wretched stink
poison so lethal no mortal man may drink
Kharon, the ferryman awaits at the oars
to deliver the lost upon evil's shores

Far below the path of Mariandyni coast
the Acheron ferries victims to its host
Loaded with spirits of cries and moans
Kharon laughs at all the misery groans
From the south shore of the black sea
in sun's light never again will they be

Many are the tales of Acheron's fame
its victims steeped in sin and shame
Anguish rises as dark waters deliver
the wretched lost to painfully quiver
In this dark abhorrent , torturing Hell
those embracing lustful sin into evil fell

Robert J. Lindley, 09-13-2014

note:  This is part one. The journey into HAIDES 
by way of crossing the Styx. The river Styx is 
actually an off shoot of Acheron that splits into
the Styx and the Cocytus. 

Part two now has two lines written. It will be titled ,
Haides and Tormented Souls (the Dwelling).. 
I have no preset limit to the second part, may be 
longer or shorter. I suspect it will be even longer.
I hope the readers enjoy this write. I wanted to do 
something dark and move away from all my love, romance 
and Nature writes. A bit of variety to stir my 
imagination...


Details | I do not know? | |

Mistake

I’m six feet below the ground; where I sleep
My body stopped moving and I can’t breathe
A little air, I think, is all I need
But I’m trapped underground and I can’t see
It’s so dark and what was that, did someone knock?
No, just someone walking over this place that I rot
I wish I could scream, I wish somebody would talk to me
Was it a mistake to take my life of disbelief?
I just wanted someone to take away the monotony
All the darkness in my life I thought everything was a lie
I tried to show someone how I felt inside
And then I ended it...well at least I tried
But even in death, I just wish I would die…


Details | Free verse | |

CARPENTER

cluck! cluck!! cluck!!

He hammers a nail into the hardwood,
wiping sweat from his brow as the scorching sun prides itself in the middle of the sky.

He examines a curve on the casket he is making,
he is dissatisfied, he grabs a chisel and begins to chisel away carefully.
As every splinter of wood falls to the ground he nods his head in satisfaction,
he stops to wipe more sweat from his brow
he mutters something to himself,
looks up to the sky angrily and curses the heavens for the heat.

But isn't it man who brought the sun closer?
well, that is what the govt official who came to our village told us,
"global warming" he called it.

I wonder why he labours so hard to make this ugly reminder of death look perfect,
the dead do not care about aesthetics,
I do not think they care so much what happens to their bodies here bury it, burn it, they get a new one either way.


Details | Marsiya | |

I'm my Daddy Made Over

Dedicated to my Dad Jerry W. Niday 3/20/1952 - 6/18/2013


I am who I am because of him
He’s the reason for my son’s name
He gave me my courage & my strength
To stand tall even when standing wasn’t easy
Stand for the ones who can’t
To think and fend for myself
I’m my Daddy made over

Taught me to fight back 
To never back down
How to pick myself back up
When I’ve been knocked down
Fight for what I believe
I’m my Daddy made over

He gave me my stubbornness 
Gave me my pride
Gave me my temper
Taught me not to take crap
To speak my mind no matter who
Work for what I want
I’m my Daddy made over

How to keep my emotions in check
How to handle large amounts of pain
When in trouble he always had my back
He knew how my mind worked better than anyone
I got it from him
I’m my Daddy made over

Even though he’s gone
I’ll stand and continue on 
I may stumble I may fall 
May even get hurt along the way
But I’ll pick myself back up
I’ll dust myself off and stand tall
I’m honored and proud to say
I’m my Daddy made over


Sabrina Niday Hansel



Details | Elegy | |

I Need Your Help Daddy

I’m tired
I’m Physically and Emotionally tired
I don’t want to be the strong one anymore
I can’t this time
I don’t know what to do Daddy
I need your help down here

I can’t get back in control of my emotions 
I’m having a hard time dealing with your absence
I’m having a hard time standing by myself
I need your help Daddy

I’m broken and lost without you Daddy
I need your will to want to carry on
I need your strength to over come this
I need your strength to stay standing
Your courage to fight back again
I need your help 

Please Daddy I’m at a loss
How am I suppose to do this
I need your guidance 
I need you to guide me back
To whom I was before
I need your help Daddy
I need your help







Details | Free verse | |

Dementia

He was always so happy
strong and bold.
He'd give you the shirt off of his back.
Tough.
Independent.
He had a rough life
growing up through the depression,
but like he always does,
he got through it.
He has two boys, of whom he is so proud.
Moved from Regina, to Victoria.
He had the best life anyone his age could have wanted.
But ever since his wife died, 
he has not been the same.
Sad
Lonely
Empty.
But like he has always done,
he got through it.
Mind slipping, 
just a little forgetful.
That's how it always starts out...
But like always, he powered through it, 
until now...
He is not the same person that I used to know.
He been sentenced to the prison in his own mind.
Possessed by the thoughts of his dogs ashes.
He likes to play the blame game,
but we know he doesn't remember that it was him.
He wakes up in the night
shaking with pain, 
tears streaming down his face.
There is nothing we can do,
Oh well...
Two more tylenol.
Hold on to hope
for as long as you can,
It's only a matter of time now.
He gets vocal, a very loud tone.
He'll block you in your room
and make false accusations
But we know that it's the pain induced monster in him.
Tick tock, tick tock...
You can't handle the stress anymore
you have to leave.
Just hope for the best, 
maybe it will get better.
Surprise, it doesn't.
Your denial is foolish, everyone knows 
what happens next.
Sedation
Medication
Anger
Hurt
All results of
dementia


Details | Lyric | |

Pins and Needles

Another song written in middle school - edited of course. ;)
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[Verse 1] I'm trapped within these walls Never to leave at all I am the prisoner inside my own home My spirit is broken I do not believe I'm locked in this chamber which I cannot leave [Chorus] The needles that break the skin The anger that runs within I’m giving it all away Just to stay alive The needles that pierce my veins It will never be the same We’re on pins and needles now It’s how we survive [Verse 2] They say he’ll find me soon Got to get out of this room The blood will spill and he’ll take what he wants to I’ll never let him through GET OUT OF MY DREAM He whispers in darkness, “I’m not who I seem…” [Chorus] [Verse 3] The four walls around me They start to close in I know I’m too late now I know I can’t win So just tell me I’m crazy It’s all in my head You’re not the killer And I am not dead [Chorus] [Breakthrough] Don’t tell me it’s impossible To start it all over again Infection sinks through your pale skin You’ll curse the day that I’m dead [Chorus]


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Dying Eyes

I have lost the will to change
Taking the path that leads to nowhere
The darkness is taking over
something i cannot repair 
If it is to be broken
Drowning in the sorrow
I cannot give in
Take the fall and run to the heavens
Im never going to bow
Im never going to break
I will not fall
I will not fade
I was made to take your breathe away
Whenever my hope is lost
Thats my chance to run for cover
Light the fuse and burn it up
I dont want to change the world
I just want to make it colder
Watching the end
With our dying eyes
Tell me where forever lies


Details | Free verse | |

Moments In Time

The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark

The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been 
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark. 


Details | Narrative | |

You're Still With Me

Rushing  to your bedside,
cars blurred, people passed me by
yet I still looked for a sign
to know you would be all right
but I only felt God's tears on my cheeks that day

You just lay there,
the fire in you set to low
and I could not see your bright smile
but your heart still beat, ever so strong
and I felt God’s arms embrace me that day

For seven days you held on,
a day for each of us 
even then you were so thoughtful...
you could not speak, but we still heard you breathe
then I heard God whisper to me that day…

As I left with papa to buy your mattress
to soothe your aching sores
I heard His voice say, “Go back and kiss him,”
“This just may be your last.”
And true enough, it was.

We left you there still breathing,
not on your own though, but still
Then that dreaded phone call...
No more need to buy that mattress,
your heart had already gone still

A part of my heart will always be numb,
and I shall never be the same again
a certain twinkle in my eye won’t shine anymore,
it died as you took your final breath
but my smile, how thankful I am I have a hint of yours...

Tears still flow from my soul you know
for all my mistakes, for my version of coping
I am just so sorry, I hope you have forgiven me
and I still hope to feel your embrace once more
when I reach Heaven’s door someday...

It may only be in dreams that I truly see you,
only in prayer do we speak
You are here no more and yet I feel you,
inside my heart, the depths of my soul…
Alive






** this is about the last image of seeing my only brother alive...
he was diagnosed with a brain tumor the size of a tennis ball 
5 months prior to his seizure which led to a 7-day coma, 
which he finally succumbed to, 
just 2 days before I turned 23...he was 32...

** originally wrote this for Frank's Images contest- 
thanks Frank for coming up with this, 
it's helped me to write and share this... 
please say a prayer for Raphael, my brother--thank you...

** submitting this as well for HG's Personify a Tear contest

--nikko palmario


Details | Terzanelle | |

An Epic Battle With A Simple Question

A beautiful heart pines from afar. To parallel freedom, we choose our master. In Love, the Dragon and Unicorn are! Celestial winged heart beats faster, Over mountain and ocean meet polar eyes. To parallel freedom, we choose our master. Embarking from sun brewed and moonshine skies Two alien races, in war, collide. Over mountain and ocean meet polar eyes. All brothers' swords raise, marching with pride. Sisters of heaven let feathers fly. Two alien races, in war, collide. The angered clouds rain blood from the sky. A new path finally found. Sisters of heaven let feathers fly. Brothers' swords low now to the ground. A beautiful heart pines from afar. A new path finally found. In Love, the Dragon and Unicorn are! In universe Out bound energy Where are we when we die?


Details | Double Dactyl | |

Beyond Your End

 BEYOND YOUR END
Look deep into yourself my friend,
if then, you need to look to me, 
and deep enough to see the end,
beyond your end is where I'll be.

Into the love someday you'll see,
becoming all the things you'll know,
before your very eyes, I'll be
already where you want to go.

I'll be your long and blinding light,
of which all life is awed,
the thread that reaches through the night
in search of what is God.

And in a while, if love is right,
and hope is not just more pretend,
though you have sought what e'er you might,
'tis me you'll find, beyond your end.

And I will love your death away,
removing from your mind
what'er your death might seem to be,
with love impossible to find.
Û  © RON WILSON aka vee bdosa


Details | Ballad | |

A House On the Cliff's Edge

There is a house on the cliff’s edge,
Around a quiet, unmarked shoreline
At night, the tide lifts high against a foggy moon
In the morning, gloomy clouds settle with the sea
At times, not even the birds are seen or heard
The house is left to nature’s caress

Home-crafted seashell chimes sway and sing with the wind
Crushed sand dollars lie together on the back porch
The shells were once whole, collected by the former owners
Long gone are they now, smiling with the moon
The owners are the very sound of the ocean spray,
Striking the rocks, announcing the cool dawn of day
They are not the dark, empty rooms,
The rooms that nobody thinks of as they go about their lives
The quiet owners are long gone—thought of only by one
A stillborn legacy about as tiresome as the sun,
When the clouds crisp out its beams . . .

A seawater puddle is in the middle of the dining room
Nobody knows it sits there, sinking in the floorboards
It used to be a far larger puddle after a storm,
Stealthily leaking into the house
But now it is small—so small—and the boards are moist,
Moist with its only companion amongst the instilled silence

Nobody thinks of empty, abandoned rooms
Nobody remembers the former owners
They were not much for socials and gatherings
They always lived their quiet, happy lives
Without a care of the outside world,
Far from anybody’s thought
Miles from the nearest home
Where the next generation comfortably lives 

He never finished fixing that leak . . .

Sometimes the puddle gets bigger after other storms
And when it does, there is almost life there again
You can see the chandelier reflected on the unperturbed water
As a crystal dangles and falls from on high
The dark silence following the drop is as deep as thought . . .

Nobody thinks of empty, abandoned rooms
Nobody remembers the former owners
There is merely a house on the cliff’s edge
Around a quiet, unmarked shoreline

-March 21, 2013-


Details | Ballad | |

Romeo and Juliet

When last they kissed, and summer’s lease
fell brief and sweet, and winter's chill would steal the heart away...

Sweet coral days, turned blight to rust, 
and Shakespeare's words,
will wring despair from what will never be.

Behold, your eyes that weep,
and empty arms will flail, for
young lovers swept away on wings so frail...
 
No other love could ever grieve so well. 
Shall hence, will come a cry, to shatter starry skies
with tragedy to tell

O’ she of flaxen hair, fair cheeks so pale,
His love was as a fever, longing still. 
His sorrow greater than the darkest night
Too cruel to bear, delusion played unfair
Despair, beyond all words could shout
Disquiet of the heart cries out
To death, that calls, from 'yond the distant stars.

Sweet love so rare, a thing beyond compare. 
Where whence their love, once like the lilac full
The blossom fragrant,  so sweet as whippoorwill
Ere' slumber's chain has bound them now.
Thy song has waned, the garland dead
upon the blade, upon the sword, asleep
The swollen heart with anguish weeps…forever is a love to keep.
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Details | Ode | |

Renaissance Reed

     Lou Reed , Mistral of his time
     so you walked this road on the wild side
     unique in music , never selling out 
     believing in Art instead of commercialize
     
     Lou Reed the musician never compromised ~
     Sweet Jane not enough for our crowd of eccentric rockers 
     still will live forever with the many that left before you
     one can imagine from John Lennon to Johnny Ramone 

     a party in Heaven of the finest rock bestowed 
     no text , no MTV when they pursued a dream 
     New York, hotel Chelsea an age of Renaissance
     ragged jeans and leather jackets ,Art on stage  

     No, your Rock not ever fade away , it will stay sweet Jane forever ~

      For the fine Man with words , ode to Lou Reed .

     

     
     



Details | Light Poetry | |

Secret Cries

My secret cries are my pains I hide, hidden from the world to see. Hidden so intense my soul became debility of weakness. My heart hinders to collapse and deflates. Completely of decay, secretly lessen for the amounts of importance. Shedding everyday by natural process, my cries are easier to hide. Hidden behind my diluted mask of faulty smiles, I portray when you are around. As I wear with grace, deceiving you with an illusion of happiness. I die a little more inside. A cast away of pain, a cavity is what I became. Over dosing the quantity heartbreak, so overwhelmed my heartaches. Now begin causing the feeling of great sorrow, never wanting to see tomorrows. My secret cries of agony, a thought to die is where my truth lies. Memories are influencing misery, emotionally and physically. What hides behind my smile is vulnerability. My cries vocalize, overflowing with tears burns my insides. My heart is a furnace that burns for cremating my flesh of lies. Keeps me feeling, as thou I am no longer alive. Always walking through the crowd with my head up high, fore these feelings no one will ever find. My secret cries therefore shall die when I die. Then there will be no longer any secret cries to hide. Nevertheless, until the day I leave this earth, my cries shall stay buried alive.


Details | Rondeau | |

Where Two Once Stood

Where two once stood, now one alone Left to journey on their own Gone the love they chose to share Dashed in the ashes of despair A heart now turned to stone How for this loss will I atone Survive without the love I've known One broken heart beyond repair Where two once stood The petals of our love have flown Upon deaths winds loves seedlings sown The remnants of a life stripped bare One lonely soul still standing there Where two once stood


Details | Narrative | |

The Angel Of Death

As I walk this earth 
Bare and broken
Blood soaked and driven
My soul in supernova
My mind, frenzied.

My body bruised
My sword well used
Nostalgic, 
Breathing in fresh paint 
From beaten bodies and torn souls 

Sudden movement
A quivering soul
A careless action
My attention
To hold. 

A smile drapes
Bearing into my soul
The world disappears
My deathly hunger
Implores.

Slow and pleasuring 
Each clink of steel 
Warms my heart 
Sweetly,
Mending my soul

First blood, 
A lonely bead 
Inviting my wrath
It trickles 
No warning sold.

Teasingly, it lays in waiting 
Pulling me closer
Lonesome 
Begging almost 
To bring more 
  
An abyss, 
It draws my victims in 
Craving, wanting, yearning 
To feel bloodied flesh 
Broken 
Against my skin
Irrevocable
A fear, I sense 
Another victim to claim

Pleasure streams 
Anticipating
Envisioning,
Blood oh glorious blood
My eyes feeling, each soul I’ve claimed

A vulture stalking its prey 
Bloodthirsty
Yet again
Imperative, a mission
Deep wanting, to quench

Valiance, a virtue, I dare not detest  
Submissive, he glares eye to eye
His being laid not to rest

Unsteady, yet giving.
My hands he guides to my sword
Thrilling me more 
A kiss so chaste
My heart explodes

Like a child 
I revel, 
Rapture so pure 
Beautifully he whispers 
“Be a sinner no more 

Take my soul
Gruesomely, I beg 
Treasure the blood
That my body 
So willingly sheds 

Your craving 
To sate 
I was born to the earth
Release your demon 
Release it form its depths 

Stay hidden no more
Bare, naked, run free
Believe it not a disease
But a gift 
As I see.

Unsheathe your sword
Glorious, shall it gleam
Purified, ready 
Through my heart 
Shall it go.” 

Ecstatic,
Pleasure shudders through me.
A kiss I lay 
Goodbye, my dearest 
Your debt has been paid.

By
Amanda Miller 
{This is to a new friend , a faceless being 
that brings out the person hiding in me }


Details | Lyric | |

Velvet Wings

Ignorant to passing time
Reality strikes its deafening chime
Unspoken words pass between
I and you, my darling queen

Lay your weary head to rest
With your arms across your chest
Now it's time to close your eyes
Whisper your final goodbyes

Let me go, we'll both be free
Cross the wasteland, past the sea
Find the path to heaven's light
Break away from endless night

Embracing tears of bitter pain
Falling lightly with the rain
Out of reach, I hear your song
Alone again, I sing along

Let me go, we'll both be free
Cross the wasteland, past the sea
Find the path to heaven's light
Break away from endless night

From the night. . .
I watched your velvet wings take flight
I never saw you so alive
So alive
I watched your velvet wings take flight
I'll never ever say goodbye
Never say goodbye

Life has ended, you have won
Death befriended, pain is gone
Fly away into the light
Crystal clear and shining bright
Close your eyes for final rest
Meeting among the blessed

Let me go, we'll both be free
Cross the wasteland, past the sea
Find the path to heaven's light
Break away from endless night

From the night. . .
I watched your velvet wings take flight
I never saw you so alive
So alive
I watched your velvet wings take flight
I'll never ever say goodbye
Never say goodbye

I let you go so you'll be free
Cross the path of darkened sea
I watched your velvet wings take flight
I can never say goodbye
Never say goodbye


Collaboration with Rebecca Larkin <3
A song, and lyrics


Details | Dizain | |

Bereavement Support

My Dad, a pretty ordinary man, Suddenly taken by a heart attack. People are offering all that they can, Cakes and hot casseroles we do not lack, Hard to believe the whole town has our back. Their kindness seems to be never ending The new normal of mine just keeps bending, Focus seems to be on us completely, Thoughtfulness and support, all are sending, Comments of sympathy made so sweetly. Sorry for your loss, just how old was he, Using this information did matter. I reply he was almost eighty-three, The mood changes, I hear idle chatter. Suddenly I feel a great deal sadder, Death is simply another part of life, You should be grateful and not feel such strife. He was old, did not suffer, I was told, My heart bleeds after the cut by this knife. Judging approval of death by age --- cold.
Written July 27, 2012 For Cyndi MacMillan’s contest “Do You Understand” Won 3rd place


Details | Free verse | |

My Midnight Grace

As I lay me 
down to sleep
I pray the lord
my soul to take
if I shall die
before I wake
please watch me God
all through the night
and wake me and my loved
ones
at morning light
please help me 
become successful
with the endeavors I seek
please send me a soul mate
in which I can keep
everlasting love
passionate heat
please grant me the serenity
to know right from wrong
and be able to lead
by example
strive to overcome
any downfall
please keep my spirit strong
through the issues
that toil in my soul
I aspire for diamonds in life lord
and all around me 
I see coal
I aspire to turn things around
for I feel my wishes have fallen
upon deaf ground
my heart has no voice
they struggle to hear my sound
I pray to be taken
away from my daily
battles, that humble
although compared to others
in the world
its not much trouble
to me, I feel
my spirit is caged
and yearns to be free
King of all Kings
in your image, you 
made me
you already know
each single step
my individual thought
you divinely bound me
in mothers womb
my existence you sought
bless me with the
chance to be
the person in which
you hoped for me
to soar like an eagle
dipping my talons of success
in life's sea
grant me an optimistic attitude
for that is the key
Amen to Thee



Details | Lyric | |

From The Peircing Of An Arrow To The Cold Hearted Fate Of love

her life is on the tip of his tongue
the sparkle leaves her eyes
an arrow to his chest
drawing her to her death
a feather falling from the sky
the death of an angel
her wings turn blood red
like the color of the red sea
the sword drawn out of the ground
by her own hands
what he could not do himself
she has done for him
He falls unto to his knees
the arrow she had put into his chest
the greatest of betrayals
She asked for her death wish
Holding the ring in her palm
He looks into her eyes
watching the love she had left for him disappear
Falling into despair
Her face hitting the ground
Blood surrounded her body
He watched as she died
He couldn't move from the love that had pierced his chest


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Other Mom

I was laying on the beach
On a hot August morn
A sudden pain in my gut
I knew that something was wrong
It's Eddie.  I felt it so strong
I Picked up my cell and I called
The emotional pain of it all
My body curled up in a ball
I sat up again to be sure, 
the solar plexus was sore
Why to I question these signs
I know that there isn't a cure
For the feelings I want to ignore
He never answered the phone
I packed up my stuff and went home
I worried all day and all night
The sunrise brought more than just light
The loud banging began at the door
I peeked through the blinds to be sure
There were cops all over the street
Guns drawn made the picture complete
I opened the door full of fear
Oh my God!  Why are they here?
My heart dropped, I wanted to hide
When he said "Sgt. White, homicide."
Is your son home he wanted to know
With his foot in the door I said no
Do you mind if we just have a look
And I backed up after biting the hook
They swarmed through the house 
Guns up in the air
Upstairs to his room
They looked everywhere
My solar plexus was right
I'm glad I came home last night
But where did he go?  I needed to know
His innocence still in my sight
The officer said have a seat
Let's talk about where he could be
A boy was found dead in the street
A witness put Ed at the scene
Don't worry he said as I pulled my robe tight
Your son was a victim of robbery last night
I know he's afraid to come out in the light
I didn't believe him.  But I knew he was right.
My son was afraid and now I knew why
He took someone's life who's mother will cry
He was just seventeen a year younger than Ed
Why do these kids seem to be so misled?

What happened that night is a mom's biggest fear
A child was lost in the drug war I hear
The exchange in the alley of weed for the cash
Was a set up to rob him of all  that he had
When the kid put a gun against my son's head
Said 'empty your pockets' or soon you'll be dead
He had no idea that the pocket was packed
With a 38 special protecting the cash
The rest of story is packed in a box
The panic, the fear, the action, the shock
He emptied the gun and ran for his life
While Nicholas bled on the pavement that night
My heart cries to God asking why must I be
The mom of the kid who killed her baby
I cry for her loss as if it were mine
I beg her forgiveness, and I offer her mine.
You don't want to be either one of these moms
Our children at risk, a sign of the times
God please shine Your light on this good Earth today
We're all human beings who've just lost our way.


Details | Free verse | |

In Her Fathers Arms

The evening star glowing in a dust choked sky. A girl stands by a window, with a tear in her eye. She stares at the scene, hardly visible through the grime. She whispers in the wind, “Bring my Dad home this time” She opens the window, and climbs outside, Having a flashlight, in her hand, as her guide. Its glow shows the sides of the street. She’s afraid for what the light will meet Bodies piled everywhere she turns, She wants to go home, and never return. What brought this fate upon her town? All her emotions are stripped and torn down. A frightening sound explodes in her ear. Shadows in the road now appear. She run and hides behind a broken wall Praying to god the rest doesn’t fall. Footsteps coming closer to her She can’t tell who because it’s all a blur She backs away further so not to be seen in light, Quieting her heart pounding from fright. Gun shots and screams fill the air, All these sounds, her ears couldn’t bear. A slight whimper slips from her lips, And over the broken stone she trips. The shadows run closer, showering her heart with fear, She wishes they would just disappear. They pass by her; she fills with delight, She just wants to see her dad tonight. She shines the light, to show her place, And to the shine comes a familiar face. She doesn’t understand who’s to blame Because on the tag shows her father’s name. She holds in her tears and refrains from crying. She falls to the ground where her dad was lying. She lifts his arm and buries her face in his chest. She closes her eyes wanting to forget the rest. The shadows emerge yet she doesn’t see, How close the end for her would be. They look down at her, aim, shoot, and fire. Being with her dad is her only desire. The night had ended causing a little girl harm But she took her last breath, in her father’s arms.


Details | Rhyme | |

Nevermore

With the weather cold and dry
My mind wanders far and wide
Within the future things in store
Negative thoughts, nevermore

Of course the mind can think of horrible thoughts
The pain that left the memory, not forgot
Until one day, it returns to life
To fear it with your heart, nevermore

This stone inside is your sanctuary
Not to be broken or to make one wary
Demons from the past surround your love
Let these Legion win, nevermore

Alas, true lovers can fight them off
Not lie, bicker, hate or scoff
Predict the weather tomorrow pleasant
Allow the rain to come, nevermore

You cannot allow this darkness to thrive
To swarm your soul like a hornets’ hive
Beware of those who intend to kill
Let them take your heart, nevermore

Titles are a trivial thing
Would phones or your heart start to ring?
When your darling returns home in your arms
Let the outside in, nevermore

For you and our love are all that matter
My heart and soul come together in patter
For my weakness is your voice
Allow us to be apart, nevermore


Details | Elegy | |

My LENORE

How Blessed is she, to be with Thee
My only Prayer, she waits for me
With clouds in the sky, I sit and Cry
Why so young, did she have to die?
My Broken Heart has LOVE denied

I remember her kiss, A Heavenly Bliss
The love in her eyes, I intensely miss
I reminisce of Forever LOVE, so pure
Her Heart of gold, shall always endure
A Broken Heart, Her LOVE is the cure

Softly singing, are the Bagpipes and Fife
In Honor of my Dearest Most Beloved Wife
Living the joyful fulfillment of Eternal Life
FOREVER and ALWAYS I whisper my LOVE
Until We Entwine again , in HEAVEN Above

Inspired By Dr. Ram Mehta's Contest : " ELegy "
Dedicated in Memory of Lenore Ellen (Adams) Johnson


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Kilted Warrior

He stands proud and strong, this kilted warrior
head held high against the unending pain
of a heart born out of sadness
for the loss of those who came before him
and thoughts of those who would
continue on when he himself was no more.
Proud men one and all
vows made, till surrendered in death
to defend that which
was their birthright, the very land
upon which he now stood.
The call to battle though long since silenced
came from within his very heart and soul
blood of the ancient ones raged in his veins
his sword by his side...shield upon his back
he stood ready to charge into battle
to do what was expected of him since birth
to fight as those before him fought
without fear, but with a strength
only a battle hardened warrior
knew and understood.


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Forgotten You

Forgotten you
As your mind collects the memories of yesterday
Forgotten You
Epiphanies tie into knotty strings of realization
That very moment. . . 
You merely exist

Back then. . .those smiles
Those. . .distant laughs
Some you remember by name
Gone now maybe
Like the exhalation of the wind
Others dispersed in the world of arbitrary happening
Like leaves from falling, man-made trees
There is no doubt that they have
Forgotten you

Activate the bomb
Ignite the fuse
And you’re on next year’s history book
Never forgotten
But drained of all remaining good

That smile you gave
That happiness
The warm embrace so long ago
Salt-coated with piles of rubbish
Over last remaining mental spurts of comfort
Evil, evil, evil, evil, EVIL. . .
Always absorbed and remembered
. . .though never forgiven. . .

All good and gracious sentiments
Packed up in a box set nonchalantly in Downstair’s storage
. . .that chair with the broken leg in the corner of the room
That mangled cobweb holding a dangling, lifeless spider
A drowned sailor’s hat drifting through the current of the ocean
The single tear from a soldier’s vigilant, memory-stricken eye
The frustrating thoughts of a mute
The unchanged. . .HATED deformations

Forgotten you. . .
One soul brings to light weary, unthought-of happenings
Wedged deep into what she can only imagine
With not even a hint of understanding
. . .of the pain. . . .of the bewildering distortions
Of the ugly. . .
One soul merely vomits sickly verse after verse

As humanity embraces its downfall
The poet hangs onto her unjustifiable, forgotten. . .
Words


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I Want to Disappear.

I cry so silently, my heart beats like it is not there. 
I wish I could wash away and disappear like I was never here. 
I want to vanish like there was never someone here.

Is there any hope? 
Is there any time?
My life is coming to an end and I will wash away in fear.

I cry so silently, my heart beats like it is not there.
I wish I could wash away and disappear like I was never here.
I want to vanish like there was never someone here.

My heart is screaming out.
Is there anyone to hear me?
Is there anyone to help me?

I cry so silently, my heart beats like it is not there.
I wish I could wash away and disappear like I was never here.
I want to vanish like there was never someone here.
                             like there was never someone here.
                                                             Someone here.

I want to vanish like there was never someone here.


Details | Elegy | |

IN AN UNKNOWN GRAVE HE LIES

This is about a man whose name is Jesse
Born In Kansas and raised in Missouri
 Was called to fight for his beloved country
And  assigned to defend an outlying territory

Jesse fought as hard as any American would
For freedom and democracy he did everything he could
For Uncle Sam, even in danger steadfast he stood
Believing in his heart that everything will turn out good

He was with the Death March in Bataan
But he was helped to escape by his special someone
Josie was the name of this special woman
Who walked along with the March since it began

It was in the territory that he met Josie
A woman whose dad was from Cincinnati
The two fell in love cause they had chemistry
They had their first child in nineteen forty three

In forty four he was again captured by the Japanese
He was already sick cause he caught a disease
Was taken to a prison camp and placed under lock and keys
In the end the harsh conditions led to his demise

Josie tried to look for his grave but failed
She couldn't do anything and in sadness she wailed
There were reports that he died in the hell ship as it sailed
But to get proof to the true cause of his death we have failed

Jesse died in January of nineteen forty five
Stories about him that Josie told kept him alive
In the heart of his descendants his memories survive
Love for him in their hearts continues to thrive

But every time I go to bed and close my eyes
I see his face and think of the truth that I despise
My whole body stiffens and I get as cold as ice
Sadly thinking that still, in an unknown grave he lies

NOTE
(For my grandfather US Army 2nd Lt. Jesse C. Boak of the 33rd Infantry 
Regiment, who was declared MIA in WWII. His body was never found and true 
cause of his death was never known.His name is listed in the Tablets of the 
Missing at the Manila American Cemetery and on a Memorial Monument at the 
State of Missouri
Grandpa even though I never got the chance to really know you I will always be 
proud of you-JEB)

                                                           JESSE C. BOAK
                                                           2nd Lt. US Army
                                                                1917-1945
               Awards: Silver Star, Bronze Star, Purple Heart with 2 Oak Leaf Clusters


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The Murder of My Heart

Another stab, another wound, another scar to bear
I wonder if my little heart will find the will to care

It has been mutilated; its fibers have been shred
By all the hurtful things that to it have been said

Its beating is becoming faint, its rhythm is disturbed
Brought on by the rejection that on it was conferred

The blood is gushing out, a never ending stream
Perhaps it will finally stop while I sit and dream

The murder of my heart, was done without a scene
By the outer evidence, the job was very clean

The murderer got away, he left no fingerprints
No one knows his identity, for he left behind no hints

I buried my little dead heart and paid it proper due
The gravesite is a mystery that I’ll not reveal to you

Don’t bother to stop by and place flowers by the grave
Your pretentious act of kindness, your honor will not save

A murderer you are and a heinous one you'll remain
For though I have no heart, I still feel the phantom pain.

Eileen Manassian Ghali


Details | Ballade | |

Imagine

Imagine lakes of dreams 
Blood contained streams
Imagine oceans that behold undiscovered beings
Imagine human life depended off of cheers and games
Man design’s umbrellas
And eventually would play a part in acid rain
Imagine not wanting to smell another rose 
Or touch another soul 
Because of despair and shame
Imagine in the mist of your demise
You have the passion to rejoice and sing
Imagine driving pass shattered glass
The interior  is soaked with blood stains
Your mind can't comprehend the fact 
that it's a dead family in the next lane
Imagine dreaming for freedom
As a result by your neck you hang
Imagine for the sake of progress 
You whip a man on his back and call him a slave.
Rage, Pain, Fortune, and fame
You don't have to imagine this 
Because that's what life brings.


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Loved

I love you, did I tell you enough?
I know life has been very tough.

My heart belongs to you.. 
Back to that day I said I do...

Do we have a future together?
Or does it end now and forever?

I love you, these words are heartfelt.
I wanted you to know how I really felt.

I am glad that we are still united as one.
I want our lives and our love to carry on.

I love you, from my heart and my soul.
I want you in my arms to have and to hold.

Today you have to catch your plane.
Starting a new job I couldn't get it arranged.

I have a fear in my heart that it might crash.
Reassuring me, you say you'll be back in a flash.

That night, I got a knock at the front door.
I went numb at the news I heard forsure.

On my telephone, was your voice one last time.
"I love you"...and that ended the line.

On my knees, with my face in my hands.
I lost my only love I did not understand.

My life without my love is tormenting.
Everyday, every night and every morning.

I love you I hope to see you soon one day.
Hoping to have that chance I cry and I pray.


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in memory of a rose

your velvety blossoms
slowly withers away
once tender roots
have now decayed
at the thought i cringe
such insidious disease
gradually infects
each and every leaf

moldy black spots
crinkled stained edges
your magnificent growth
gradually suppresses
your unsurpassed beauty 
now fuzzed up and gray
crinkled debilated stems
a dull distorted array

shoots barely opened
leaves now curled and bent
such unforgettable moment
your petals soon descend
your spicy scent has drifted
such sickly brittle vein
Flowers now discolored
and left to thrive on pain

after months of nurturing
your once marvelous display
the thought of you slowly wilting
has left me in dismay



*My theme is taken from Constance's Poem "in Memory of a rose"*


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WATCHING A SUMMER STORM IN DOYLESTOWN

    WATCHING A SUMMER STORM IN DOYLESTOWN
I was laid to rest, 
my death keeps getting better.
If you find me here, you know, I'm yours to keep.
I could try to say 
I love you in this letter,
or pretending you are here, sing you to sleep.

If the world was mine,
I find it quite amusing,
I would give it all away, to see your eyes,
I would save your life,
and everything you're losing,
all because you never see who's telling lies.

I am just as dead
as is your heart each morning.
If the wind has blown, you know I will be there.
I will touch your life,
without much of a warning,
never look for me, just know I'm everywhere.

I'm a summer storm,
my hope is crashing thunder.
I'm a lightning bolt, my love is five alarm.
if I rain all night,
it's just a spell I'm under,
you should know I'm dead, and won't do any harm.

I'm a little boy.
An old man getting younger.
All I have is how I know how things should be.
We still want the world
to live in death and hunger,
yet I love your eyes, when your eyes look at me.


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SLEEPING WITH THE DEVIL'S WIFE

   SLEEPING WITH THE DEVIL'S WIFE
Some night you'll wake before morning
Sweatin to the oldies she will sing.
She'll make you think you're in Heaven...
Long enough to tell you ANYTHING...

And you'll believe her.

Some night you'll wake up hearing voices
Sweatin to the oldies of here life.
She'll never say you're in Heaven.
Or tell you you've been sleeping with the Devil's Wife.

She'll never tell you, you've been sleeping with the Devil's wife.

But you will KNOW.
You will know.

That's when you'll need her.
That's when you'll love her the most.
That's when you will die.
Sleeping with the Devil's wife.

That's when you will die.
   
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa ---hear the song and First take Video on Youtube, search for vee bdosa then select SLEEPING WITH THE DEVILS WIFE. One of my personal favorites, more poetry than song.


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Romeo Improv Un-Recorded

Thou lay'st like a rose on deaths pillow
Silent and still, unsoothed by lifes request
Asleep the dawns and days of all and all
Eternity. My lovely Juliet
Wherefore art thou companions company?
Dost thou mockest life? "O my love, my wife!
Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath
Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty"
Knows't not you of these intense tears that grow
Onto your soil a river of a kind
Thou body blooms, unscarr'd from cheek to bone
Thus trees and rivers art jealous of thine scent
But be it may thy mouth will ne'er move
Upon itself to echoe, Romeo!
Nay life will ne'er become a friend in hand
And I to life a friend, nay, I think not
The sun and moon shalln't make for watching eyes
To view me with life and not with thee, my love

Thyself I say art bandy with thyself
Yet man of all, I'm troubled at thy race
'Twas not the serpent that reward Eve bale?
And God created man, and bale is man
For in our families doth men collide
To often foredo every innocent thing
With swords where-in great morning and lights night
Tis fineless feuds our families perform
What bravery to birth our tragedy!
I balk that flesh is where abodements lay

O wife, I canst o'er-crow life in thine distance
May I afront death as thy hath approach'd?
Perchance I die with drink. Ay, there's the rub!
No time to fettle, ay, at once death come
Into my life as I drink thee in full
Slowly thy soul escapes. Thou art foredone
Soon to bewray thyself with waiting wife

Romeo and Juliet; How tragic is love
7-8-11


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Entwinement

Bleeding around me are empty faces
Sad, drooping spaces, crumpled places
Melancholy for the light of new places
Stuck in time, frozen in time
The pangs of lonesome fill their sagging hearts
Frowning forever, frowning forever
Let me stare blankly at the stained wall
Nothing at all…nothing at all

The mind is a scary place 
The mind is a distraction
From the reality ever binding
Curbing every reaction
The mind is overwhelming
The mind is oh so sad
When we turn to larvae and graves
It’s an never-ending...
Entwinement 

Found myself looking through the tiny hole in the wall
Watching you fall, watching you fall
Scared for the neck that would break us all
You shuddered my blood…shuddered my blood
I met the eyes of the souls of your feet
Twitching and swinging…unfeeling…unfeeling
Please allow me this sole ease:
Just be with me... lie with me

The mind is a scary place 
The mind is a distraction
From the reality ever binding
Curbing every reaction
The mind is overwhelming
The mind is oh so sad
When we turn to larvae and graves
It’s an everlasting...
Entwinement

-inspired by Mad World by Gary Jules-
-also inspired by the stop motion film: The Man in the Lower-Left hand Corner of the Photograph-


Details | I do not know? | |

I Laughed

As my heart feels the pain we’ve been through
	~I cried

As my eyes remembered the way they looked at you
	~They cried

As my mind reminisces on the good and bad times we have had
	~It cried

As my soul misses your soul and my heart misses your heart
	~ My Spirit cried

Knowing we will never be able to laugh together again…..I screamed

But knowing that you will never cry again….I laughed

NOTE: Even though you’re gone. I still have your goodness inside of me and that helps 
me smile… Therefore, I laugh…


Details | Free verse | |

The longest conversation

I forgot Him who stood by me all this time
Now with nothing left I go back to Him
And He soothes me with a soft hand
Strokes my hair tells me its all about to end
My pain  my guilt its Him who's left
He tells me its a choice I have to make
Death is always an option never self imposed
He told me He is not cruel, He loves me a lot
When I cry in the corner , He wipes my tears
Life might be unfair , but death is not
A new beginning is all what I want
He told me I have never let go of faith
Even when I sinned or betrayed
He sighed when I made mistakes
He smiled at the lessons learned
He looked at me when I looked away
He was there to talk when no one was
He saved me from so much that could have gone wrong
I drifted away , He brought me back
He showed me the way , when I was lost
He trusted me but I trusted no one
Now when I gave up He came to me again
I looked for everyone , never thought its Him
Asked Him , how did I find you?
He said I am amongst those pieces of your broken heart
I was shocked , you were here all this time?
Yes I was always in your beating heart
I felt the pain more than you did
Every time you cried, i was crying with you
Did they realize they stabbed me when they hurt this heart
It bleeds with my pain and some of yours
We are one maryam, all hearts combined
Man will never realize , its the same for all of us
You have to keep breaking your heart to discover me
You look astonished , is it hard to believe?
I replied , you dwell in the heart and I have hurt some too
Yes , I felt that more than they did boo
I am sorry , I don't know why you are still with me
Because I can't let you go , you are a part of me
He said , man is guilty but how soon he forgets
I love all , more than a mother who begets
You are scared of hell, is that why you pray?
The fire is more powerful, then the love I display?
You have been given free will to perceive
Fear of my brutality is not what I need
They think I'm unfair , ruthless and cruel
some scared to say , I know , I made you fool
You've made your own ways of getting close to me
Everyway I adore , I acknowledge everything you do
Universe is love , not some punishment and rules
Believe that I am, and the truth appears to you
If I wanted slaves, I would give you no will
Man is made to discover , man is made to choose
I listen and I watch , I never let you go
You are so dear to me,every unique soul
So its your decision now, come see more
Death is just the beginning of what you really are


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A Letter to My Son

Your going has left a hole in my heart that time,
The Great Healer, cannot repair.
Your going has left a hole in my existence
That forever and beyond will not heal,
A hole ever expanding from its own nothingness,
A hole through which all the goodness,
All the kindness of you is slipping through.
You were my sounding board.
Trite ideas offered, came back
Enhanced, brilliant and sparkling.
Borrowing intelligence from you, I grew wiser.
Doors opened before me as I strove to be worthy
Of you, my beloved son.
I go on now as you would have me do,
Searching in Nature for the joy 
You found in its wonders.
Hearing bird songs with your ears,
Relating to others with your empathetic instincts.
Striving, ever striving to be the person
And mother that you believed me to be
And never letting your memory grow dim
For those you loved and for whom you sacrificed.

You came into this world with a wisdom
That did not come from me.
I thank God each day for His lending you to me
For the time that I had you near
And I cling to His promise
That I will see you again.

I could not tell from whence you came,
Born with a wisdom that did not come from me,
And I do not know where you have gone,
Part of myself, the better part--into Eternity.

Originally entered as verse

Rewritten:

A Letter to my Son

Your going has left a hole in my heart
That Time, that great healer cannot repair.
Your going  left  space in my existence
That forever and more will still be there.

Ever expanding from it nothingness
A hole from which your goodness has slipped through.
The kindnesses you wore as a halo
Have disappeared as well since I lost you.

I used you as a sounding boad to measure
The wisdom and the beauty of the world.
Your ideas were so clear and brilliant,
Through you my own best aptitudes unfurled.

I'm trying to live up to your standards.
I want to be more worthy of you, Son.
You told me once I was the perfect mother,
And with you life was such a lot of fun.

I thank God every day for loan of you.
The time we had was more than worth the pain.
And now I'm clinging tight to his promise
That some day I will see you once again. 

I do not know from whence you came,
Blessed with wisdom  that did not come from me.
Each day I pray I know where you have gone;
Taking my heart into Eternity.





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Untwisted

Sometimes the memories won’t fade 
         All the places we have seen
         All the prices we have paid 
The memories of the happy as well as the sad 
            The people we’ve lost
           The friends that we had 
Some memories just seem like a ghost 
I always lost everyone that I loved the most 
The wind would just carry them away 
             Along with my tears 
            And my ability to pray
    I wonder how far is heaven from here?
              How many more heartaches 
                 How many more tears 
              I wonder how far it is away
Because I have so many things that I wish to say 
To all the people that I loved and I lost 
             I’m not even tripping 
             My heart paid the cost 
The reaper rode the river in a bikers disguise 
I’ll never forget the fear in my mother’s eyes 
    As he drug her under and then let her go 
Through my four year old veins hate started to grow 
My eyes were blind my ears were deaf 
After that I forgot  
           There was anything left  
Karma is like poker for it is bound to luck 
When I was just a boy 
God through me under the truck 
Of all the things in life we feel 
   We are all bound to God’s will 
Passion is a doorway between love and hate 
    God is the dealer in the game of fate 
              Our place is not to question why 
                       For if we do our faith will die 
            The deeper we hate the deeper we love 
            I was gifted wisdom by the Lord above 
                    Every gift comes at a price 
A world of experience behind my advice 
     Every smile holds a lifetime of pain 
Nothing that happens should happen in vein 
                         It is our choice that which we do 
 Know in your heart these words are true 
The harder we fall the further we climb 
             No ones life is totally sublime 
Illusion after illusion will be offered to you 
                 But only the living word is true 
The living word that beats in your heart 
Will keep you safe as the world falls apart 
Through the pain of a boy watching his mother die 
It’s never to late to kiss the sky
A man of faith who could never give up 
Please come break my bread and share in my cup 
By the time our journey is through 
                      I’ll share all I am with you 
          Hopefully somewhere in my words you’ll see 
              ---Untwisted is truly the way to be---



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Repugnant Shrapnel

The flood of human remains plummeting downwards. Horizon blackened, jolted from the sky. Towering waves of obscure aftermath swarm to the heavens. With a slight endeavor, kingdoms turn to squander. 
Ravaging paths meet and become hordes of ailment. God’s hand has erected the retched bowels of man’s mass burials.
An avalanche of skulls,
Rain down the exhumed past of lost ancestry. Prophecies fulfilled to our graves of dispersed dead.


Details | Ekphrasis (Ecphrasis) | |

Tod Und Frau 1910 (Death and the Woman)

As death creeps out of the darkness,
  A mother becomes the rope in a (Tug of war.)
A child reaches to help its’ mother in her weakness,
  And stares death in the eye with abhor.

The rope falls limp in sure defeat,
  Yet the child pulls on the strength of heart.
Against the evilness and deceit,
  Fighting with the will to not be apart.

The hooks of death on weary knees,
  Shackling the arms, exposing vulnerability.
Screaming and crying the words of “please”
  The mother rests with peace and tranquility.

A child left to battle life’s groans,
  Preparing for the encounter and all its’ lour.
For one day she will meet Mr. Bones,
  And she’ll be the rope in her child’s (Tug of war.) 






__________________________________________________________
Inspired by Brian’s Picture Poem’s Contest

Käthe Kollwitz, Death and the Woman (Tod und Frau), lithograph, 1910.

http://www.mmoca.org/mmocacollects/artwork_page.php?id=31


Details | I do not know? | |

The Hidden Sadness Behind Her Eyes

From a distance she looks at peace, having fun doing her thing. But objects don't 
always appear the same from afar, if you take a deep look into someone's eyes it 
tells the story.

Her eyes once filled with hopes and dreams for the future full of happiness and 
joy. Her eyes now sit only filled with the tears and sorrows of her life fading, like 
the now dim twinkle that once shone so bright in her eyes.

If you look deep into her eyes, you notice the pain and torture she tries so hard to 
cover up. If you ever have the chance to see pass that shield that tries to cover up 
the pain in her eyes, you will see that her eyes are now empty.

Her eyes seem lifeless but in her mind she is being held a prisoner. Not 
knowing if things will get better. For every time she thinks she is at her lowest 
she finds out it is bottomless, like her cold, dark, empty, lifeless eyes.

She often wondered if it was really worth sticking it out, for if it wasn't to get better 
what was the point.

She stands in front of the mirror. Tears running from her eyes down her cheek to 
end at her heart. Her heart which is cold and frosted over.

She misses the happiness and joy she once felt, now she is numb and her heart 
beats no more. She looks deep into her own cold eyes with anger, knowing it is 
all her own fault why her sorry excuse of a life is this way.

She is tired of it all, she just wants it all to stop. She feels like her brain is about 
to explode. She just wants silence and to be free of this pain and torture.

She takes one last look into that mirror, deep into those empty eyes. She closes 
her eyes, her last tear rolls down her cheek. Her body trembles with anger.

She opens her eyes to notice them filled with anger and hate. She hated that 
person in the mirror more than anyone could imagine. Her fist clenched with 
furry, she smashed the mirror.

She looked at herself in the mirror on the floor. She was broken in a million 
pieces and knew she could never be put back together. She picked up the piece 
of glass that her eyes were upon. She then fell to the floor and lied in the 
shattered glass that was her life.

Her eyes are open. The pain and suffering is gone. She is released from the 
torturing hell that was her life. She is free now and the twinkle now forever back in 
her eyes.


Details | I do not know? | |

For Cory Decker

His love is deep and desperate.
He's crying out her name.
She once showed him affection, 
but now she causes all his pain. 

A broken heart never mended, 
and promises never kept, 
his mind grew painful and insane
as he laid silently and wept.

You can't pour out your whole heart
into a love based on a lie.
You're simply running in a circle, 
if you're the only one who tries.

"We're here for you, call any time."
said all loved ones of his.
But no one else could ease his pain, 
this girl he strongly missed.

He tied the rope around his neck
and reached out for her love, 
but she rejected once again, 
and fate gave him a shove.

Was death really his intention?
Or did it go too far?
No one on this painful earth
will see into his heart.

But he leaves behind a legacy, 
a shining little girl.
May she be blessed with a heart that’s pure
in this cruel and painful world.





*Note*
Cory Decker, My man's best friend, and my best friends man, passed away on May 24, 
2008, suicide, something none of us ever saw coming! He was a great friend, and a loving 
father to his daughter, Jaden, only 5 months old at the time, who is now a happy smiling, 
almost 2 year old Princess!


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Bitten by September

Forbidden to remember Terrified to forget She is bitten by September As the rising sun sets He sinks his teeth into her cold, lifeless flesh As what is almost breaking is her very last breath The agonizing fire courses angrily through her veins She would do most anything to stop it, the anguish and the pain She pleads for her death They hear it in her cries What has she ever done for this life to be lead? The bitter truth and the bitter lies Her steaming red blood is staining the floor She struggles to keep her eyes even more She tries to survive, she tries to be okay But she won't be alive come the next day The reason as why she is holding on is fading The darkness is pulling her under, an undeniable waiting Her fears don't consume her, it's the fire that is killing She assumed that she was, but she truly wasn't willing She thought she was stronger She thought her heart could take it But it won't be much longer No, she is afraid she won't make it Crimson red matters her hair And what she cries out is a sin All the others can do is stare As she fights a battle she will most likely not win Her breathing turns shallow Her heart beat decreases Her eyes are now hallow Her heart beat seizes


Details | Free verse | |

Thy Divine Mercy

Thou art merciful
in so that you doust
the flames of loathsome torment
that grows in thy heart
Being this said be mine
be mine and we will dispel
winters veiling gaze of discontentment
we are masters of stars 
envied by lordships and peasants alike
fatal star destined lovers 
brought forth to the world
from the loins of two foes
but destined to love till death
consumes us like a veil
while we sleep away the rest of our eternal
lives we wait to be reborn to love again


Details | I do not know? | |

This Thing Inside

Do you hear it?
that cracking sound,
It's just my heart breaking down.

Did you see that?
that sad broken man,
Who's lost and still not found.

Can you bear it?
this world that's down,
and quickly falling to the the ground.

Can you take it?
this constant feeling,
of joy within a rope and ceiling.

Through these years of pain and sorrow there's one thing i know,
If you take your heart out and parade it on a show,
You will be destroyed inside and feel every blow,
the pain grows on and all you can do is hang in there and watch it,
until that day the pain breaks free and takes you whole self with it,
until that day you'll be in shame and ask your self these questions.

Can you feel it?
that small thing,
that grows into a lonely ending.

Can you taste it?
that sour feeling,
that expands into a world of hate.

Do you hate it?
this constant ringing.
this voice inside wont keep quiet.

Will you stop it?
the final question,
by then it will be to late.


Details | Free verse | |

Death comes to an Old Man

An old man, worn and wearied by the toils of life, 
stood alone in a darkened hallway, 
each wall hung with brightly lit paintings. 
He walked by the Mona Lisa, and as he passed 
he knew the reason for her smile. 
He paused before Cleopatra, Queen of Egypt, 
and the air seemed to be sweetly scented with the heavy perfume of roses, which pulled at his soul with soft, wraithlike arms.
He stopped.
The world seemed to shrink away from him,
dissolving into nothingness.
Before him was Van Gogh's "Starry Night"
Its yellow paint looked wet, vivid.
The blue rippled as the colours swirled
together, hypnotizing; the old man transfixed
by their mesmerizing beauty 
as he was swept up into their whirling splendor,
leaving the blue-shadowed hallway silent and empty,
as the pale stars wavered on in cold brilliance


Details | Rhyme | |

The last impression

Although I take the punishment, you made it come to this
It's all your fault I took the knife and plunged it in your chest
The final, heated moment before you met your demise
Tainted with your love for her, humility and lies
You think that I am happy now? Is that what you believe?
Apart from feeling numb, I'm clutching nothing but relief
Comforted that my arms were the last ones your hands touched
I never could keep hold of you, I never was enough
I knew this time was different, I could see it in your face
Your cheeks had lost their pallor, eyes as wide as space
And this time, I had lost you, I knew I'd never win
That's why I had to carve your heart from underneath your skin
I couldn't find another way to make a last impression
and make sure that your cheating heart was kept in my possession
Then as your just-dead body bleeds, sprawled out on the stone
Peace and solice seep in, for at last, you sleep alone.


Details | Lyric | |

BURIED IN WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING

       BURIED IN WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING (With apologies to Robert Frost)
Whose woods these are, mox nix to me,
both dead and buried, she must be,
to bother me, not one more time,
but sleep forever; endlessly.

Though thought of still, as perfect crime,
(it made my life a downhill climb,)
tis none the less, I must admit,
the joy of me, all of the time.

And smile I must, with thought of it,
the slicing of her throat a bit,
and struggling, oh! how she tried!
whilst I enjoyed her dying fit.

Her eyes now crossed, as if she spied,
her life and death on either side,
and so I gouged them both in fun,
for every time she ever lied!

She begged for mercy--there was none!
Her legs were dead, she couldn't run,
and with her throat cut, couldn't cry,
nor could I, whilst I had such fun!

Her pleas are still my lullaby,
I've lots of time to wonder why,
and years to go before I die.
and years to go before I die.
       by  © ron arbuthnot


Details | ABC | |

My Grandma is gone

Why did she have to go away
Why did she leave all of us 
I wish she was here so we can stop crying

She was the best grandma that anyone can have 
when my cousins and I was young when she would bake a cake she would 
always let us lick the spoon

She was so funny even when she wasent trying to be funny
Now she is looking down on all that know her and love her
When she first held her great grandson my son the look in her eyes she felt joy 
and happyness and that he is still in her heart even though she is in a better 
place

I miss her so much I still feel the pain in my heart but it will get better 
I am glad she has no more pain..

She will live on in our hearts and we will never forget her
Her life did not end it is just beginning.


For MY Grandma Dorthy Purcell RIP AND I LOVE YOU


Details | Ballade | |

Silver Thumb

She’s  the girl, the girl with the tender touch
A spider's touch
Such a cold thumb
Beckons you to enter her web of sin
But don't go in

colorful  words she will pour in your ear
But her  lies can't disguise what you fear
For a silver man knows when she's kissed him
It's the kiss of death from

Miss Silver Thumb
handsome  man beware of her heart of silver
This heart is cold

Silver words she will pour in your ear
But her lies can't disguise what you fear
For a silver man knows when she's kissed him
It's the kiss of death from

Miss Silver Thumb
handsome man  beware of her  heart of silver
her  heart is cold

She loves only silver
Only silver
She loves silver
She loves only silver
Only silver
She loves Silver


Details | I do not know? | |

Freedom from the Wall

Clouds unite
they end all fight
darkness prevails
the bride with no veil
to see with no eyes
why do we despise
as the world does turn
our minds they do churn
thinking too much
my mind loses clutch
and the wall does grow
so high i cannot throw
my words at your mind
they fall short then behind
frustration sets in
as the sun goes to fin
the darkness will win
not i as this is my sin
i will glance with no stare
find the pain that is there
and the wind will be fair
as it carries my prayer
one day you will feel
what i meant to steal
as the darkness will peel
my pain from this real
communicate i cant
i try but its faint
i turn on my pain
i turn on my pain
i turn on my pain
i cannot regain
i want to show the day
that the sun will remain
as the clouds unite
they don't end all fight
it is i that must cite
it is i that must fight
for only i can prevail
only minds can grow stale
if not used you will trail
if not used you will fail
if not seen its your grail
if not noticed your in hell
i will try to tell all
i must try to not fall
only you will be seen
in my eyes of ever clean
that the tears will one day fall
down my cheek in all glory
as they will be of not pain
but rejoice as i gain
and rejoice we shall reign
to the water of no shame
as i finally can blame
no one else for my rain
and all the world will see
it was i that was freed
it was i with no creed
that was released to bleed


Details | Quatrain | |

Danny's Song Upon the Death of His Grandfather

When crashed to earth that mightful Oak
O'er that long. a'frighted night,
His tears did so high homage speak
As to slumber passed his Light...

Shoulders small, no more host to hands
Whose tender firmness helmed
Their little lad, and life, and joy
In eternal love enrealmed.

Trudged he stoic, that deserts waste
With heart beset and stormed,
His soul a stone-turned edifice
Then from parched dreams was formed

A kind but spectral silohette
Up from the nighted sands,
As boyish eyes enlivened gazed
Once more upon old hands...

They held a heart which yet did beat,
"For you, my bonnie Dan!
I'll love you from Forever, boy,
And in Love, live as a man..."

Ah, but dream, for now he wakes-
But so curious a thing!
For in his grasp there rests some sand
Which waking did not bring!


Details | Free verse | |

Black Scarlet (Love in the 2nd Degree)

are we crazy or just contrived 
lazy or simply self-involved? 
are we insignificant, significant 
or just like everyone else 
deranged on the outside 
swimming through dead oceans in our heads 

am i death or am i over-simplified 
is my breath as thick as the painted eye lashes 
that stick to your eyes? 
are you in love with your anemia 
or anemic to love 
breathing came so easy 
now you're lucky to get one 
mouthful 

forever in ruins or ruined to become 
pinned to pages or pinned under thumb 
like the bleeding nape of a baby 
thorough true to yourself 
under circumstance we are death-like 
only because we know we can 

the heart 
like a thick abscess of black mucus 
pumping sweet death to all who may ask 
now clogged with regret 
regret for the living 
regret for the loving 
love of anemia 
anemia of love


Details | Quatrain | |

One Life to Live

My heart yearns to be reciprocated
Every good heart deserves to be loved

The passion is still strong yet dimly lit
Keeping the faith as the fate is growing
I’m feeling faint and falling to my knees
Loss of breath, depth, and height

I'm losing my firm grip slowly letting go
My palms are sweaty, my spirit is frail
Disconnected from the rest of my being
I’m weak, limber...fluctuating high and low

I am invisible, silent like dead flies
Falling from the night's sky like a tear drop
In mine eye, a red river is flowing
You can see lonesome shadows of despair

Hearing cries of help during the midnight breeze
Pain and agony, hurt and betrayal
Blank slate is naive too soon to prevail
Escaped from reality and plumeth...

Buried six feet under with soil and dirt
Ashes to dust like crumbling particles
My soul evaporates into thin air...
Was my identity lost or stolen?

You have one life to live so live it
To the fullest as if it were your last


Details | Free verse | |

Dark Pathway

The Heart of LOVE enveloped YOU and  --   I
In the course of EVERLASTING LOVE I   --   Failed
My minute blacken heart would not let you -  In
Looking back through time I do see a Pure  -- Life
The watches, Grandfather clocks of  Time  --    Running
Oblivious to the feeling of pain from  Falling   --  Down
Stumble over nothing along midnight Black    --   Paths
Following an unseen grotesque horned being   --   Leading
My uncleansed Soul across my Death’s river    --   Toward 
An Eternal Damnation living in a blazing Hot    ---    Hell
 
Dedicated To my POETRY Brother, Ruben Ortellao ( YOUR Turn )

Author's Note : This is a New Form of POETRY Dane-Ann and I are Trying
to get started We Call It " End Line Word POETRY " 


Details | Sonnet | |

The Jaded Eye

Death is not death but a mask of great love
That protects us from pain in archived dust
Where vanity veils and desire dreams lust,
And the spirit's retreat is safe above.

Behind the mask like wings of woodland dove
A heart still beats, and footsteps break the crust
Of memory with shadows of her bust
Along the staircase of time and true love.

For love is eternal and cannot die,
Though a heart may pine itself bare to bones;
The soul that loves forever in the eye

Of God, a kindred spirit life enthrones.
The mask that fools the jaded mortal eye
Is but fickle flesh cradled on our bones.

ITALIAN (Sicillian) SONNET: abba abba cdc dcd


Details | Rhyme | |

Destruction of love

My Heart is torn out, beats it's last and then no more,

My love stands over me, as I lay on the floor.

She did it, She Killed me, by leaving me a broken man,

Assasinated by my Lover's hand.


She once filled my heart with laughter and song,

She once comforted and loved me all the day long.

Only  secretly cavorting, a plan to steal,

To destroy, to rent out, all I could feel.


It is torn out, beats it's last and then no more,

My love stands over me, as I lay on the floor.

She did it, She Killed me, by leaving me a broken man,

Assasinated by my Lover's hand.


Details | Rhyme | |

Before Her Heart Stopped Beating

Before her heart stops beating
Before it's too late
She has things to say
Things that just can't wait

This pain she's lived with
Has made her push people away
She thought she wasn't worth it
So they weren't allowed to stay

But before her heart stops beating
Before it's too late
She has things she must say
Things that can no longer wait

To her parents,
She's sorry she couldn't hold on
As she lays there while
Her lasts breaths are being drawn

To her family,
Everyone who showed her love
She's sorry she couldn't stay
She had too many things she couldn't get rid of

To her friends,
She's sorry, too
It wasn't their fault
They did everything they could do 

To the guy she left
Waiting for an answer to his question, "Why?"
She's sorry, but she knew
It would be a hard goodbye 

To anyone else
She may've left out
She promises to remember you
When she gets to the end of her route

But before her heart stopped beating
She spoke the words that could no longer wait
Even though her words would reach us 
Too late


Details | Free verse | |

The Dark Artist

Death,
A fate foretold 
Since the beginning of time

Master of time,
Misunderstood, 
And feared by many. 
Some say your power is a curse
Some a blessing

Emancipator of souls,
Bestow freedom 
On my poor soul.
Trapped in this prison of torture
Called a body, 
Which places limits on my true potential

I understand you, 
Hiding behind broken hearts
Are benevolent intentions, 
A noble purpose

Bringer of peace, 
You give rest 
to those tired.
You free those soldiers
Trapped in a game of kings

A dark artist. 
I see the beauty in your work.
With your scythe
You paint a masterpiece,
With your scythe 
You write a magnificent tragedy.
You are the perfect ending
To our tragic story


Details | Blank verse | |

the rotting edge of hope & abandon pt. I

when the world falls,
will you be my figurehead queen?
dark regent, of my secret heart & broken-glass dreams
drip waterfall lies from full pink lips
& bleed out your truth(s) to me?
come silently in the night
over plush & supple fields of carpet
into the halls of my half-waking 
& reach for me through the illusions 
& shadows of my own doubt,
so strong, it wraps me up, 
myself all contained & tainted, 
tainting only myself.
be the beautiful & shining falsehood
that brings me back into a world of
the likewise
leaving the torn pieces of the true falsity, the true reality
hanging shreded in the doorway
rotting on the edge of
what was & what could be
be my perfected failure,
my self-less
& self-serving love
my heart is yours;
it never beats the same way twice


Details | Elegy | |

Carolynn

Once again he climbs the hills above the salty bay
and walks along the path through fields where she used to play.
His silver hair and tattered clothes blowing in the wind,
that whispers the name of his sweet darling Carolynn.

He sits upon a rock and looks out to the water,
and once again she comes to him, his precious daughter;
through the ghostly floating mist, he sees her smiling eyes,
those eyes where forever more, his heart and soul reside.

She takes his hand and leads him to the fields of clover;
to that place on the cliff that the old tree grows over;
and he sees the rope tied 'round the bough of that old tree,
and feels the sunshine on his face, hears the humming bees.

His heart begins to pound, like a hammer in his chest,
as she runs with glee towards the overhanging crest;
he tries to stop her, but his feet stay froze to the ground;
he screams to no avail, being deaf she hears no sound.

She laughs and waves goodbye as she grabs the braided rope
and runs with all her might and swings out above the slope
and in that moment, he hears the snapping of the bough,
and he sees her dangling there, high above the brow.

He sees her startled eyes and he hears her helpless cries,
just before she falls on to the rocks below and dies.
He falls to his knees screaming and crawls out to the edge,
and when he looks below, he knows that he too is dead.

And they find him forty years from that fateful day,
Hanging from the old oak tree, where she used to play.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

This I know

Why?
The question so easy
So difficult to answer
I know why

Why?
It leaves me broken all over again
I know the answer, I know, no, no, no . . .
I don’t want this

Why?
This pain that’s not all mine . . . hardly mine
It rips and tears and cuts
My heart to pieces 
It bleeds and drains my soul away
I wish I never had one

I know why
Why did I have to teach myself the answer?

I know why
I wish I was blind, deaf, numb and uncaring
I wish you never made me

Why?
Why did you put me here?!
What did we do to you?
I wish I knew what to say!

Why?
Every time life turns good and gets better
You smash it all to bits and pieces
You rip and tear and shred me apart
Again and again and again!!

I know why
God help me I know why
It leaves me beaten, battered, discarded and defeated
Alone . . .
Always alone in the end
I don’t want to know why anymore
Take it away
You can do it if you try

 
Why?
I cannot stop myself from know why
And these words sound hollow empty like me
Why not me and not other
It was I who stole and ripped asunder
A world, a life, ahhhhh I curse you!!!!!
Not them, not him, not her . . 
Me
Just me

Why?
Can’t you . . .
Just go away and leave us be
Why can’t I cry for anyone or anything

Why?
Would someone please tell me
Please
What good is a heart and soul anyway?
You break and take them both away all the time
You bastard!!

Why?
Ask me why I don’t believe in you!
Ask me again why I believe I live in hell!

Why . . ?
Just tell me why . . .


Details | Prose Poetry | |

A Lonely Grave

1

I stood by your graveside this cold winters day.

A heart broken with sorrow that won’t go away.

I called out your name and shed many a tear.

And hoped in my heart that you would appear.

2

God took you from us that fine sunny morning.

Our lives now shattered without any warning.

Your work here on earth has finished this year.

Your books and teachings you spread  far and near.

3

It was a pleasure to know you for sixty odd years.

And when my time comes I will have no fears.

You will be waiting to greet me as oft times before.

When I call to your house and knock on the door.

4

Each night when I lay my head down to sleep.

I will ask the lord your soul to keep.

And if you find any time away from your books.

Look kindly on me as I walk in those woods.


Details | Free verse | |

Vices

Powder dreams and acid queens
Snow white bliss and razor 
blades
Rails so thick your heart will 
bleed
Find your fix so you’ll succeed 
Uppers, downers, sweet cocaine
Every demon has a name
All that matters is the fight
To stay alive and in the light
It hurts so bad right through the 
core
You fear two words and that’s 
coke whore
Cut so deep to feel alive
With every shot you build your 
pride
The fiery rush and burning lust
Nothing else matters f*** their 
trust
A slip, a fall is all it takes
To see you land back on your 
face
The heart that breaks can’t take 
no more
Your soul is gone thrown on the 
floor
The pills you pop the smack you 
shoot
The crack you cook the lines 
you toot
The midnight toke that liquid 
courage
That blissful coke won’t be 
discouraged
Rapping, tapping on your door 
Claiming your body take some 
more
A stressful day a slip from grace
A couple more makes my heart 
race
The walls cave in two worlds 
collide
I wait in horror as my heart dies
A crash of sound a rush of red
Crimson tears are filled with 
dread
The sirens fade and fall away
Too late for fate this ends today


Details | Lyric | |

The Escapist's Plea,

I dont know where i'm going anymore hard to tell who you are when the indiffrency has settled in cold, empty, barren will i ever find a way? Help me find a way out of this sorrow filled cage My soul singed with everyday Reality so hard to face I need to find a way to escape Only if i could just fly a way I try to stay sane But i fell under the september rain A repuiem for the reality That i never wish to see Help me find a way out of this sorrow filled cage My soul singed with everyday Reality so hard to face I need to find a way to escape Only if i could just fly a way I need a way to escape, Only if I could just fly away


Details | Elegy | |

Everyday Regrets

        Every Everyday I feel the same old mistakes brushing up my leg and heading 
striaght for my heart. Trying make me sting... stupid memories, I can't shake them away 
and they just make me feel everyday regrets. I knew you were leaving, I could feel it 
inside. Yet it seemed like life just kept moving on... it never let me stop for a minute 
to see how you were doing and I blame myself for not saying good bye. Sometimes I cry 
when I think about you... sometimes I wonder why I didn't just go see you. One more 
mistake and my heart keeps on aching. I'm not ready for this but even so it kills me. 
Everyday regrets about the times i'll never forget and the things I never got to say. I 
know your looking down on me trying to console me but in my mind everything went wrong 
and I wasn't even there... you just passed right along and I couldn't even hold your 
hand. I wanted to be there... I had grown up a lot since this ever ending roller coaster 
ride and just as I was getting off the dizziness still hadn't worn off. You were taking 
away in the middle of the night... I wasn't even there and that makes me sad. I didn't 
hear you voice... I didn't show any remorse and it hurts me deep inside that I will never 
see your heart beat again or see you talk to me like you used to do. Everyday Regrets and 
I keep on blaming myself in a story that just won't ever end and will continue until I 
see your face again. I won't forget, I will remember... I disappointed you and that's all 
I can say for now goodbye is hardly the words I ever wanted to say. But now your gone and 
i'm living with everyday regrets.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Other Side Of Life

A loved one has passed to the other side,
Within my heart there to abide.
I know one day they'll be reborn,
That's why there's no reason for me to mourn.

Even though you've gone away,
In my heart you'll forever stay.
Next time around we'll meet again,
You may even be my closest friend!

From time to time I miss you still,
In truth I know I always will.
You've shown me love, laughter, and fun,
That I'll pass on before my time is done.

Death is not something that I dread,
Starting a new life is what lies ahead.
And when it comes my time to go,
I'll still send love to those I know.


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

Turning from God

Exuberant with an abundance of new youth,
A heart so fresh, so full of light,
Grows dark and begins to write,
It sees through the lies it knows the truth.

Its soul loves God; with him it confides, breaks bread,
The soul keeps its heart and continues to pray,
Until the day the heart converted the soul to grey,
Pain unfolded, for the human they held, was now dead.


Details | I do not know? | |

Slow

Slow was the logo he had been wearing since he was born.
Born into a world of poverty and scorn. They look at you funny when your mom is 
destroying her fetus and it's not even born yet. 
9 months of pain in a bubble of insanity. Slowly fading. She didn't know how much you 
were going to be. 
So when the day came and she lied down on the table screaming and breathing. Cussing and 
fussing. Wondering why she didn't keep her silly legs closed.
But then you come around and your eyes were enough to tame her. No more stripping to make 
a dollar, no more crack pipes she wanted to be the perfect mother. She raised you right, 
though she made some mistakes she was really trying. 
Your first day of school she held your hand and cried because you were becoming such a 
little man.
She didn't yet know the hardships that were to come. The boat was solid now but the waves 
were sure to crash it.
The little boy strutted to school he wanted to make his mother proud but he didn't yet 
know he was going to be made a fool. 
First day of class and he could barely read. Teacher's crucified him because he didn't 
know his ABC's. 
From then on he was labeled slow. Got left back in the 3rd grade for him their seemed no 
hope. 
He went from being so determined to blaming his mother, the stress so enormous she 
started the pipe again.
The boy couldn't imagine how much he had hurt her. But he knew hurt as well and for now 
he felt he deserved to be selfish. 
Kids teased him every day, stole his lunch money, called him " slow" and a dummy. He had 
no friends and one day he turned to his mother. 
He said mom why is that every day I go to school and they tease me and I come home and I 
tease you. But you’re silent, you don't ever belittle me. Why is that mommy? He stared at 
her with intelligence in his eyes. The mother was silent for a second and then she looked 
into her baby's eyes and said " Because to me you are golden and even though they might 
not see it I surely know it".The boy looked at his mother and said but how can I be 
golden that's not what anyone says they all say that I’m slow. 
The mother looked at her son and reached out for his hand and slapped it. Didn’t I tell 
you never to listen to what other people say it only matters what you think? What do you 
think?  
The boy gazed into his mother's eyes and said " I think I’m really bright, if you can see 
it and I can see it than that's all I need to know. The mother smiled as he left her that 
day the future seemed bright.


Details | I do not know? | |

Lost Love

When I was young I lost my love ,
When I looked to the sky I saw a dove .

Waiting and watching to see what was next, 
I saw the fish and heart and thought i was blessed.

The love that was lost is trying to find, 
A place in my heart and in my mind.

The Fish stood for Life that I knew was gone,
The Heart stood for love that I had for so long.

The Dove stood for peace and I knew right away ,
That the love that I lost was the love that would stay.


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

Falling apart

I'm fulling apart my heart is full of smoke I swear I dont joke
my heart is beating full confusion and I have no solution because
I'm falling apart inside I feel like I'm dieing inside because
of all the lieing my mind and heart are racen Im tracen my step 
because am falling apart


Details | Bio | |

You

As I wake every morning to the sound of no you
My heart falls away.
I need you in my arms
My life
My soul has no reason to stay
Youll never know how much I love you
Youll never see your place in my heart
Youve touch me like only angel could
This is not your fault
I still dream about you every day
and wish to have you in the worst way
But we are so far apart.
So as I lie down tonight I think only of you
Your smile and your love
has made me a foul.

Your smile has made me.

You


Details | I do not know? | |

All she could say.

	I awoke to her screaming in the early morning grey. He knew he 
needed to leave
had to go away. The tears were failing he could no longer hide. So much 
sadness built
deep inside. Young tired unknowing eyes awaken by her mothers scream. He 
found her 
looking, his heart breaking, tears began to stream. The little girl ran past her 
mother, 
and ran to him in the early morning grey. The little girl looked up to him. Dad, was 
the only
word she could say...

His heart began to pound, the little girls tears falling to the ground. They hugged 
and both 
cried together in the early morning grey. The mother ripped her away from him, 
screaming
go away. Placing the little girl inside the house. The little girl ran to the window, 
stared and 
listioned as quiet as a mouse...

Through the window she heard no sound, her mother pushed him, stumbling he 
fell to the ground.
As he rose beginning to stand, he noticed the gun she had in her right hand. He 
wanted to move had began to step away, One bullet fired in the early morning 
grey.

Then I heard the woman scream, what have I done? Looking at him and then at 
the gun. I picked myself off the floor. I stepped forward and opened my front door. 
I found the little girl by his side in the early morning grey.As he began to die, dad 
was the only word she could say.


Details | I do not know? | |

Grandma

God took you from me and

I never felt the same

With you not here I felt

Like a lame

Then I cry and It just dont

Feel the same

God took your hand

And brought you home

Sometimes I pray and 

It just dont feel the same

I get scared so I walk away

Then I here you say 

Dont ever be afraid

So the only thing I can say

Good bye Grandma Carrie Lee


Details | I do not know? | |

Live Today

Calling to me
Saying its ok
Be free cares will leave
On the table full of life it awaits

Eyes spot the bottle
Brown liquid as pretty as Gold
Grabbing my heart and soul
Best friend won't let me down

Alone bleeding heart drips
Telling my friend please stay
Don't leave so not alone and lost
Hand reaches out pours new life

Mouth opens bottle is dry
My friend has left
In sorrow here I sit
Drifting away mind goes blank

Awakend sick shaken mind racing
Lying in a pool of cold sweat
Deamons dancing in my head
Chasing tormenting death is near

Running racing fear in the air
Knowing the last breath leaves
Empty drained falling to the ground
Begging for forgiveness tears pour down

Top of the hill in sight
Climbing pacing each step made
Not looking behind so don't stumble down
Eyes focused missing distractions on the ground

Soul comes to life 
New breath taken
Fullfilled set free
No pain in line for me

Taking my time to reach a goal
Staying sober not saying NO!
Having arrived sanity reached
Live for today just for today


Details | I do not know? | |

If I Died Today

If I died today,
Would your heart fade away?
If I died today,
Would your heart die with me?

If I died today,
Would you regret
Never telling me
How you really felt?

If I died today,
Would you be able to move on?
If I died today,
Who would go to my funeral?

If I died today,
Would you regret
Never telling me
How you really felt?

If I died today,
Would you see me in everything?
If I died today,
Would anyone even care?

If I died today,
Would you regret
Never telling me
How you really felt?

If I died today,
Would anyone cry for me?
If I died today,
How would you grieve for me?

If I died today,
Would you regret
Never telling me
How you really felt?

If I died today......


Details | Verse | |

Sarina

Howls my heart in silence, a hymn of dispossession, 
  Prostrated at your dusky feet, defined inadequate 
And close my eyes in fruitless shame, despising their transgression, 
  Blind-sided by your beauty, horsewhipped desolate. 
The chestnut lustre of your hair has lacquered my perception, 
  Devastated by your pecan lips, sullenly un-kissed, 
I shrink like flambéed cellophane, contract with cold deception, 
  Yet cannot face the love within, the love that you have missed. 
What are you that drive my spectral dreams, imagination? 
  Who are you that sculpt my heart and steal my breath? 
That stirs the loins and fires my love with tortured aspiration, 
  At once you are both promised life and predetermined death...


Details | Elegy | |

Eyes Closed

When my eyes close for the last time
I hope to have touched so many in my 
Life time on my journey of life 
Those I meet and left behind 
With my smile and loving heart 
That never discriminated 
And hated in justice felt from the heart 
When love it was from deep with in 
Protected with faith those loved  
And held closes to my heart 
Never hated but forgave those who 
Try to keep me down and kill my faith 
To those who shed a tear for me 
I hope to wipe dry with my love not gone 
For my loving heart lives on with in each 
And every one who knew me as big as my height 
I will be with you in heart and spirit 
For you will keep alive every time you think of me 
Remember the good memories
Relive them when you feel sad that I am gone 
For I will be in a better place at rest 
Waiting to reunite with each and every one 
Much love always 



Details | Salaam | |

Yeh khaalipan


Jab Meri Bechaini Mit Jayegi
Jab Mere Dilko Sukoon Mil Jayega
Yeh Khaalipan Mit Jayega

Do Pal Ki Chandni Ke Liye
Aj Bhi Zinda Hoon Main
Meri Khaamoshi Ke Ageh Aasmaan Bhi Khatam Ho Jayega

Kehne Ke Liye Toh Roz Marta Hoon Main
Thoda Aur Marne Ke Liye
Yeh Deewana Kal Phir Ayega


Details | Heroic Couplets | |

Greater is He That is Within Me

“Greater is He That is Within Me”

Greater is He that is within me,
Than he that is within the world,
Greater than all the skies, land and sea,
Great is my Lord, great is His Word!

Greater is He that is within me,
Praise to my Savior, how great is His name,
Who was, is and always shall be,
Beyond all wealth, fortune or fame.

Greater is He that is within me,
Because Christ’s death and resurrection,
A soul undeserved, am forgiven by Thee,
To Christ my praise, my affection.

Greater is He that is within me,
Who breathes me life, I live for Him,
My soul is blessed for Christ lives in me,
Who has delivered me from death and sin.

Greater is He that is within me,
Once lost, now found, through grace alone,
Because Christ has risen, I now am free,
Oh praise His name to Glory’s throne.

Greater is He that is within me,
The giver of life and all that abounds,
The Living Water to all who are thirsty,
Glory to God, all creation resounds.

Greater is He that is within me,
Who forgives me for all my trespasses,
Who delivers my soul and sets me free,
Beyond my understanding, His peace surpasses.

Greater is He that is within me,
Than left to myself, me, or I,
For me, a sinner, He gives eternity,
When my heart surrenders to God on high.

Greater is He that is within me,
He resides in my heart each day and night,
To believe, I don’t have to see,
“For we walk by faith, not by sight.” 

Greater is He than is within me,
Than he that is within the world,
To all who believe in what they can’t see,
The gift of salvation unfurled.


Details | Elegy | |

THE FINAL STEP

 The final step

Someday, lone shall I lie,
Gazing at the starry sky,
Flanked by the shady trees,
And fondled by the cool breeze.

Blossoms shall adorn my grave,
Nothing more my heart shall crave,
Moon beams will linger on me,
Though still and cold I shall be.

No more dreams to dwell on,
Nor any dreams to bank upon,
Nothing to lose, nothing to gain,
Not even my memory shall remain.

As before, the sun shall shine, 
Then shall come the rain,
But my heart shall bear no pain
Nor leave anything, that is mine.

May there be none to wipe a tear, 
For sorrows no more need I bear,
And only peace  shall in me surge,
Nature! When with Ye, I merge.



Details | Elegy | |

Passing

To see her blog, adorned with pastel tones
Widens the gap that pervades my bones
For now we eat her passing meal of plain white rice
Leaving us all alone, without much needed fashion advice

The red light district has lost an inductee
For I would have love to be involved in her naked party
Yet for now we must all be content 
With the debauched path she hath went.

Sadness invades a binary world
Where tweeters and bloggers hearts have curled
Bringing back memories of Madonna’s ‘Like A Virgin’
Her fashion advice precise like a mastoplexic surgeon

I remember the fervour when you were followed by Kath Kidston
A similar experience when I had my first Jar of Branston
Yet when you found out the intensity with which I was following you
You wanted to change species and become a Gnu

You learnt to accept my frequent outpourings of love
When you finally spoke to me, I felt as free as a pure white dove
But upon your departure I feel pathetic and hollowed
The best I can hope for is the number of one of the hot bloggers you followed

She was always my muse, my intimate inspiration
No-one can cause such an outpouring of personal perspiration
My heart now yearns to see her type a special tweet
One that would make Mr Sexton act like a dog on heat

Now the world mourns the passing of Lily Fulvio-Mason
I can still see her face reflected in my wash basin
With every heart beat, every full blooded pulse
My sadness streaked blood makes my body convulse

But now it’s time to go, my heart says goodbye
The pain eats my nipples like the Syrphid Fly
I can finally see your body laid in an eternal rest
And now I can now finally uncover your breast.


Details | Free verse | |

The Color Missing

The Color Missing
Red, black, and blue are the colors of our work pens. Red is the color of the blood we spill on other people’s mistakes.  Blue is the color of the songs we sing on tax forms or pay stubs- every page has a secret melody. Black is the color of the streets we fear most. Black is the color of our signature of approval. Black is the color of our death.

‘But what about the Green pens?’ I ask. They say ‘the ink is too hard to see.’


Details | Couplet | |

A Prayer for my Wife

                           A Prayer for my Wife


Now I’ll tell you all the details if I can keep from sheddin’ a tear
Last night when it got late and really quiet around here 

I got down on my knees, crossed my heart and began to pray
And in the darkness between me and God, here’s what I had to say

I love her so much Lord and I just don’t know what I’d do
I’m afraid that she won’t make it, that’s why I’m coming to you

Here with my heart open, at your mercy down on my knees
I’m begging’ you with every heartbeat, Oh Lord hear my pleas

I don’t know what your plans are or what you have in store
And I know I don’t deserve her and that she deserves much more

And don’t misunderstand Lord, I don’t assume any obligation
For your bounty in our life has exceeded all our expectations

But please allow her to live and me to be a part of that life
And I swear I’ll make this beautiful woman proud to be my wife

And if it’s not in your plans Lord then I pray that you take me instead
Cause’ I can’t live without my love, I’d be better off dead

And no excuses for my past Lord, but I’ll do better than I’ve done
I ask you only this, my lord, in the name of your Son.

I wiped my tears as I said my amen’s and prepared myself to stand
Stepped up next to your bed and began to caress your pretty hand

I stared off into space as all the memories came flooding in
Reliving each and every moment, over and over again

And as the first rays of sunshine, streamed in past the curtain
I felt an overwhelming peace calm my mind and ease the hurtin’

I felt compelled to kiss you so I pressed my lips to your face
And it seemed the room was filled in the beauty of God’s living grace

And you slowly opened your eyes and smiled for me to see
And I knew the Lord my God had given my sweet wife back to me


Details | Lyric | |

Special

To capture the attention everyone else gets but you
You do whatever you can to get it
Even if its bad
You continue to do it
To get the attention you never had
And the attention you will never get
You want the perfect body and soul that everyone else has
You want to feel important... special
So you seek for a better
Much higher thing
What you need
You dont quite know
But you decide that
You will do whatever it takes to make you happy
And sometimes
That means..
suicide
Sometimes it means
Shooting someone
Because the hole inside your heart needs filled
And thats the only thing you ever had
The only thing you see
The only thing that someone gave to you
The thing that got everyone talking about you
The thing that got everyone to even look at you
So if you decide to kill someone
You kill yourself afterwards
Because you felt lonely again
You felt that no one was watching you
That no one even cared 
Then you think about all the things that 
Bugged you
And you pull the trigger
Then theres no more you
Next time someone sees you
You will be on the news
Where now you are special
And important


Details | Couplet | |

Hello's and Goodbye's--From The Native American

``


He wasn't a homeless wanderer,for him do not feel sorry,
Owned vast lands in the prairies, his clans where roamed free.
They were hunters and warriors, the spirits they were guided by--
The elements from the flowing spring and to the mountains high.

Their footprints resonate with vibrancy in the vast lands,
Sole inhabitants for eons, their unique presence on sands.
Colorful paintings adorned their mountains and caves,
Carved animals- those spirits protected these braves.

And their hearts harboured kindness, held on to their trust,
But were hearth trespassed and souls pure, ravaged to dust.
Women sitting outside their tepee, weaving baskets of reed,
The warmth of the sun, where their bodies would be left to bleed

On a cold November, the old man winter spread his icy hands,
Looked on helpless, the Cherokee exodus from their lands.
Dragging their dreary frail bodies, heart braves,
Those mark the "Trail of Tears", the silent graves.
 
Promises false of white men, were treaties made and broken,
Not to fire one standing under "the Stars and Stripes"- the words spoken.
The hearts were torn open in "Sand Creek" as it happened,
The bluecoats open fired, all peace laws were slackened.

The natives were riddled with bullets, no tears left to weep,
Blood red on the earth brown, bodies lay in a heap.
It was never a war, which they were meant to win,
The troops were raised to kill, unaffraid of committing this sin.

The earth was their dwelling place, now their soul was bared,
Imprisoned  in the reservation camps, lives that were spared.
Those who wouldn't suffer in the camps,  for a life so demean,
Into death trenches jumped, piercing flesh went deep a skene.

Free their spirits, for ages now their souls homeless roam,
For the earth is still waiting for her children to come home.
As their legends around the campfires will be told,
Joining them in the bright flames, rise their spirits old.


((The sgian-dubh (/?ski??n 'du?/ skee-?n-DOO; Scottish Gaelic pronunciation: [s?k??n't?uh]) is a small, single-edged knife (Gaelic sgian) worn as part of traditional Scottish Highland dress along with the kilt.))


3rd place in the contest
For PD's Contest : "Hardest Poem Challenge"
My Assignment : Couplets ( 15 set or more)
      Categories: Funeral, Native American and Art
      Title: Hello's and Goodbye's
(done within the stipulated 3hrs time)


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

My Dad

My Dad was Chicagoan.
He would light up a room just like my Mom. 
He loved to fish ! He loved his beer .
He also designed a Octagon home in the 70's 
Built custom by hand . I was very proud of Dad .

Alcohol hit our Family , a curse .
He left my Mom when I was 14 in Illinois.
To renew in California , leaving a trail of tears .
Meeting my step mom , my sisters age .
My 2 sisters they were accepted in her world . 

Not I , I looked too much Like Mom . Told this all my Life . 
She a petite Beauty , RN , real estate Broker .
I did not see why it was wrong to be like mom ?

I moved in with Dad, His new Wife , and 2 sisters 
eventually . All three women were competing for my Father .
I was kicked out at 16 yrs.

Years do pass , you try and accept people places and things .
At the end of Dads life , he was calling me once a week .
I ordered a Engraved Clock for the Fathers day coming.
This was a issue for the Wife and sisters , never invited to his new home , 2 Decades ~My little Brother & I , never wanted .

Dad passed suddenly one sad Spring Day . Not one word from his wife , all 3rd party,  how and when,  Dad Died . being denied the right to his address , even to say goodbye .
Not being able to send my engraved clock . 

 "Dad Passed " received call  from sister whom just stayed a week with me ,  I took her all around the sites here . "1st day I get call , you should come , 2nd Day after , Dad's been cremated already . " It was a lie.

I went anyway , finding the funeral home, the Funeral Director was appalled at the denial displayed.

He insisted I was given 10 minutes alone with Dad , my Birthright to say Goodbye , he was in dismay over the Hostility towards a daughter ~

I get to this room of mean relative's. His sisters , Mine, angry looks , hearing from a Aunt "What is she doing Here ! " I can't give nor reason or rhyme. 

 Shame to you and all that participated that wicked day.
 Are you Glorified with Power?  Denied the right to grieve , 

 Left with no sane answers to give in hatred received by Blood . Some , just Spouses , telling me I had no right to Say Goodbye to my own Father , My DAD .

My Dad wanted me there , I know he did . I love Him and will never forget , his youngest girl whom looked like Mom . I know in my heart and dreams he speaks. 
 We all see when we leave . May God not allow any Son or Daughter to go through such Evil.

Thank-you Poetry Soup for returning my voice .


Details | Elegy | |

Stranger


My heart egos and my life drained from me
Simple life I live, I act as I know all
But I know not, no, not even a little
I earnestly seek for recognitions
But my life and my heart is a hole.
An empty vessel, soulless, loveless

I have been succumb by the pain of heart aches
I have become a broken man,
Know not what my future holds
I envy those who went before me, who were acknowledge

I hold on to the little shred of hope in me, 
I am being drowned by my own sorrows.
Love, hate, a new beginning and ending of my old self never seems to happen
My wrath against my enemies is nothing for they humor me with insults.
Let not death come to me in misery and despair, 
For life is full of joy and full of sorrows.

Love me, as who would love a stranger from nowhere.
Let my sorrows be taken away by the love of many
But at last, no one would.
Don’t cry for me, for no one knows me
They came before my grave and said “who is this man?”
“Why is the name not written?”
It is not written because I am nothing
Don’t shed a tear for the stranger such as me.

Life is like a dream on a calm sea,
As the captain gracefully steer and gently moves its rudder.
The passenger puts their lives in his hands,
A calm sea is the heaven of any sailor.
“So, where is my captain?”
The wind blows every so gently,
But my heart sinks gently into the sea;
Who will mourn for the stranger?

Drowned from my grief, 
My faith begins to waver like a ship tossed around by the winnowing wind
My heaven, my calm sea turns against me as I sail the Galilean sea
“Where are thy words that calm the raging storm?”
Ay! I have no peace even in my passing.
I have not thy words of command,
For my faith has been tossed away by the hating winds,  
Shallow, empty, and broken I lay here in an unnamed grave.

Only thy mercy will guide me to the third heaven!
Let my sorrows be washed away by the blood of the innocent lamp.
Let thy words be the honey drops for mine, 
As this world knows only lies
Blinded by greed and lust, 
They seek only to destroy of what they fear.
And my sorrows are tossed away by thy promises.
For thy compassion for lost sheep is great.

"Have I found peace?"
I have, for I know my heart is at rest when my body has aged
And my salvation has come
When I died with thy Words of truth


Details | Elegy | |

Raindrops and Teardrops


Details | Sestina | |

Raven's Love and Hope Kept Alive

Part II



“I walk a decrepit graveyard alone, in mists stirred by contrast winds
As a storm brews, I am grateful that I know in my heart he's alive 
Skies bream with promise of torrent rain and shelter must be found
It appears; I’ve lost my shawl, and feel the cold chill even as I dream
I’m convinced it’s due to the storm; not because I walk amidst the dead
Further, I see through clammy mist a mausoleum, looms in the silence 

As I near those rusty iron gates, leaves rustle loud in the silence 
And I picture armed vagrants once here, perhaps chased by the winds
Now I rest assured, I am alone as I search this place of the dead
Painful moans erupt from within; my heart leaps; could it be, he's alive?
‘Who are you?’ My hear raced fiercely, convinced, this concludes my dream 
Intermittent moonlight cast upon the floor, My Ross, at last is found!”


In a tomb her Ross laid in the silence; by love and hope kept alive
Calling upon soft summer winds; manifested in persistent dreams 
Which resounded that among the dead, her beloved would be found

~*~
By Annalise Brigham
For: A Rambling Poet’s “Among the Dead” Contest


Details | Free verse | |

The Wall, The Wall

The Wall, The Wall

I
the world fades from my fingertips
like blood oozing from an open wound
the sky is ripped apart and full of thunder
and my eyes are twisted in pain

shut the door and lock me within
the light is buzzing and flickering
something is about to explode
or maybe thats just my soul

softly touch the wall and it corrodes
the white paint peels and turns black
and cracks appear on the surface
a garbage touch that ruins it all

for years the signs of ruin were there
building up behind fragile white walls
and now i sit here with an open chest
my heart nailed to the damned wall

and as the world fades from my fingertips
like blood from an open wound
the sky outside is bloody and tormented
and i cant begin to see my own reality

II
im so afraid that if i get up ill fall again
damned by the ghosts of the past
the flashing glare of reality looms larger
closing in on me and slapping me

if only someone could open the door
and let me out of this foreboding room
perhaps i could see more than whats inside
instead of slicing myself in half

remember it was your verse that ended me
slicing off my fingers one by one
it was when my heart was nailed to the wall
that i truly forgot how to feel

my sickening screams echo loudly
throughout the confines of my own mind
reverberating down my spine
and leaving me in a shivering fit

as the world fades from my fingertips
like blood pouring from an open wound
the sky outside has faded to a deep black
and i cant begin to see my own reality


Details | Sonnet | |

Juliet's Last Sonnet

Awaken from her maker's poison
Reality's her nightmare's reason
To run away from tombs that cover
The lifeless body of her  lover

Barefooted... So free to love again
Waiting for him with red cheeks of rain
"The Globe" is empty, Romeo's gone
In Stratford -on - Avon she's alone

A tourist's place - the guide is pointing
A holographic disappointing
Fragmented Fate of a lonely swan
A deja vue ... I might be the one...

The stage lights died, applause in echoes
The curtain falls on ghosts of heroes...

for John's contest " Shakespearean Sonnet"


Details | Acrostic | |

Mother's Death

M  y mother died when I was fifteen months old
O  h how my heart hurt when I called her so bold
T  o heaven her soul did soar_ leaving her children
H  ere on this earth, with lives now so totally barren
E  each day I wonder why so young she had to go
R  easons I will never know in this life though
S  atan did his work in destroying family

D  evil stirred the father to drink, compulsorily
E  aten away was his heart from the loss; Granny
A  ttended five children's needs, extra for baby
T  o family members word was spread_ youngest given
H  ome by adoptive family; but this for child heaven


Details | Epic | |

Where the Heart Beats

Where The Heart Beats
________________________________(Started)_______by:  Nathan Dilts
Thump budda thump thump
Thump budda thump thump

Can you feel it beating
Faster
Always faster
Shaped just like an aster
The mitosis of an emotion
Where the notion of its motion
Travels up through my spine
Wraps around my mind
 
Thump budda budda thump thump
Thump budda budda thump thump

Can you feel it flowing
Like a diamond
That is glowing
Never knowing
Where it’s going
Always showing
What it’s growing
 _________________________________(Finish)_________by:  P.D.
Thump thump thump thump thumper
Thump thump thump thump thumper

Can you feel it changing
Rapidly emerging 
Losing its curve 
Tightening the nerve
Energy reload
Waves about to explode 
Accepting the negative
Rejecting the positive

Thump budda thump
Thump budda thump
Can you feel it fading
Melting away
Pulsing its rays
Relaxing base
Freezing phase 
Boiling down 
Drumming sound

Thump    Budda     thump 
Can you feel it dying
Losing its shine
Dim neon lite
Weak to krypton nite 
Lost of resistance
Fading existence 
Moments are bleeding
Wakening to his feeding

Thump--- bud..dha ----thuu..mp
Can you feel it dropping
My heart is stopping
My inside are not rotating
My body is the axis
My heart, I'm its universe
Faintly a flash in my chest
Trying to beat again
Crying for a chance
Slower 
pounding slower
Thum p___thuuu_____________  Stop Beating
Can not feel it the beating is gone


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Confession

Confession


A mind filled with mazes
A heart to cold it shivers at warmth.
Has seen the good
The bad of the world.
To distant from life from others
To understand another feelings,
To torn to speak more then three words.
But for you I look with kindly eyes
And a soften smile.
To you I make this confession.
I be dark but you shine a light
With a gaze.
My heart is cold and nearly brittle  away
But with one touch from you ,
Keeps it in tact with two.
Every memory of my past
Disappear when I gaze into your eyes.
I feel like our conversation could go on for hour,
Mountains  of useless words and pointless subjects.
I tell you this
This is a confession, I send to you.
Even though you left me alone,
So many years ago.
This is the love confession that was always meant for you.


Details | Rhyme | |

Raven's Revenge

She's often seen on dark and stormy nights according to local lore,
Gliding among the ancient stones standing in that fearsome moor.
Mists wafting about the burial ground add to this spectral scene,
And circling above, a sinister murder of ravens is usually seen!

'Tis said that this hapless wraith seems to be on an endless quest,
Searching, ever searching as if for her own eternal rest.
Or does Raven seek a specific grave upon which to wreak revenge,
Whose occupant for some wrong she is determined to avenge?

She kneels at each stone and peers at the name etched thereon,
Is heard softly sobbing, then slowly rising, she moves on.
As she makes her ghostly bourne, heard is her plaintive moan,
As with vengeful eyes she examines each lichen-covered stone.

Is it a lover she searches for who left her bereft and forlorn,
Who broke her heart and filled her soul with eternal scorn?
Or could it be with malice in her heart she seeks reprise,
For the brutal murder that caused her untimely demise.

The thunder roars and lightning flashes as she glides to and fro.
The troubles that distress this restless soul we shall never know.
This fabled phantom presses on wearily, wearily lurching,
Determined to complete her quest, searching, ever searching!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved

Placed No. 6 in Constance's "Among The Dead" Contest - February 2011


Details | Rhyme | |

Tainted Butterfly

This is my life, don't you see Pure jealousy has taken over me My wings clipped and my neck broken The demon inside of me has awoken You left me heart and soul for the last time Your words spoken as I caused the true crime My body dies down and the cold breaks me down Once upon my head, now on the ground a shattered crown My lungs seize to take in more air But i tell myself... he doesn't care... I take my last breath and close my eyes My heart says goodbye to the mournful cries They all stand around and look down at me there Some say I deserved it, some say is was unfair An untimely death was one I was destined to behold But this death was certainly... the most utterly cold Hand placed upon my chest and my body dressed all in black The memories of my in their hearts begin to lack Lowered below the ground my body is taken Never again for the butterfly to awaken


Details | Prose | |

Goddess

They say the sun shines on the skin of a goddess her hair dark filled with flowers and her skin of silk,
When you see her don't let her go she will treat u like a god and run her silk hands against the ruffness of your skin she will show u the right way to enlightenment her eyes golden brown so deep you can get lost she can see right through you and know the depth of your soul she will speak words so smooth softer then the wind 
Skin so smooth the sun follows her every move.


Details | Ode | |

Ode to Humphrey

The"tail" I have to tell, starts off really sad.
My sweet doggie Murphy died and my heart, it hurt so bad.
Until one day in early spring, I got a call that made my heart sing!
There were some puppies born in Waco, the daddy -Jasper, and mommy- Juneau.
Four little boys, three little girls. But the picture of one boy, made my heart twirl!
So I waited for a week or two, to meet my little puppy-oh so new!
I named him Humphrey, such a handsome boy! He has brought  laughter back and oh what a joy! He's super cute, and very smart. Many would say, he's a work of art!
He's learning new tricks, and how to potty outside. So many rules to learn and abide!
Humphrey is growing so quickly, the puppy breath will soon disappear. He will be an adult in less than a year! Every stage of his life is a blessing from above. I guess that's the true meaning of what we call "puppy love".



Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

The Death Of Marie Antoinette

 THE DEATH OF MARIE ANTOINETTE
 (MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE)
Songwriters set their words about her style
and artists make pursuit to paint her smile
but all the light that's Paris, shows,
her heart and soul to only those
who come to fall in love for just while.

But knowing this, my wondering still lies
as I recall Marie, her face,her eyes,
and she is just a memory
though what I'd have to always be,
if time was mine and not a thing that flies.

I trace my blood and line of ancestry
down through some troubled times of history
or is it that I've journeyed long
from when my life went all so wrong
but it's so far removed, my mind can't see?

These questions rake my mind and leave me cold,
Am I my father who's still growing old;
and who is she, to go away
to deju vu--to yesterday,
or has she layed our love to times' unfold?

I guess I'll find her on Champs Elysees,
or in the Champ de Mars, where children play
or where one day the guillotine
cut life away, and cut it clean,
but this is now, and that was yesterday.

O! I would lay my neck under the blade;
if there would ever be a diff'rence made
to end the pain she left in me
and stop the love for my Marie
but love--this love for her can never fade.

And so, as other loves they come and go,
as Paris says, and Paris makes it so,
I wait and wander by the Seine
but know not where, and know not when,
for love of my Marie, she'll come, I know.
© RON WILSON aka vee bdosa


Details | Rhyme | |

I'll See You Soon

An early August morning
Without indication or prior warning
I got a phone calling, my heart broke so fast
My best friend had breathed his last

A lifetime of sickness, now suffering no more
God said, "Now it was time to go!"
My heart screaming, "This cannot be true!"
But in my heart, I think I knew...

My friend was home with the Savior
All that remains is his wheelchair
He is worshipping with the angels in heaven
And rejoicing he can walk again

Countless laughs and conversations we shared
Now precious memories to always be remembered
Leaving a legacy of faith, love and joy
Robbi, I miss you every single day!

"I love ya sis, bye for now!"
The last words he said, now he is in glory
Beholding all of the heavenly splendor
I can but imagine what he's experiencing now

I grieve for the loss of my "brother"
He was a gift to me from the Heavenly Father
I'll see you soon, Robbi!
Save a place, in heaven, for me!


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Death to Death I Say



My mind has trouble wrapping itself around
incomprehensible thoughts of the inevitable.
Fighting against the extinguisher of life’s force
is embedded deep within this heart and soul.
Yes, though I walk through the valley where
this shadow dwells, deep within I know fear
should not be with me... for here I walk not alone.
My God has never yet forsaken me.. to fear.
Yet still, I want to lift my sword and cut off the
offending forces with certain blow, screaming 
Be gone! Be gone!  You wretched soul collector!
This one is not ready to go…this one is loved !!
This one …this dear one…this one is MINE !!

My heart and mind are out of sync with what
is truly meant to be and will be... selfishness
alone clinging to a soul that is ready to go.
Where joy no longer dwells within the skin
creased with time’s aging hands. Where is life?
Is it only in the inhale and exhale of breathing? 
When the mind no longer functions to allow 
the body to function properly should I be willing
to simply let go? The heart screams NO!!  
The mind understanding, but denies the thoughts
for another week, another day,  another hour

Death To Death I Say !!!


Details | Triolet | |

Fervent Feelings

In all desires that my words beseech
Do not annoy thy heart of our affair
And curse thy thoughts when I am out of reach
In all desires that my words beseech
Quarrel not with lovers, or gifts to each
What lovers hath beauty of thy compare?
In all desires that my words beseech
Do not annoy thy heart of our affair

For it is that thy face, an Angel's mask
Brightens my night and gloomy afternoon
And I shall do whatever thou shall ask
For it is that thy face, an Angel's mask
With elegance a well completed task
Holds Nature's craft beyond melodic tune
For it is that thy face, an Angel's mask
Brightens my night and gloomy afternoon

After thy lips commune till death do part
Thou would be Queen and mistress nevermore
Temptress of time shall not tear us apart
After thy lips commune till death do part
Bestride beside my throne precocious heart
Do with whatever that thou dost explore!
After thy lips commune till death do part
Thou would be Queen and mistress nevermore


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

For Him

Hi. If you are reading this letter, then i know my wife has chosen you. This is to serve as my last writing directed to you after my death. Please note she has never read this letter. I would like to welcome you and thank you for choosing her over all the beautiful women in the world. I hardly know you but I'm willing to trust and respect your presence in her life and that you'll bring nothing but joy. Strongly i hope you feel exactly the same as she does, after all she chose to give you this letter. No one can replace our love, but that does not mean you should build a bridge between my past life with her. Do not attempt reshuffling her heart, empathy, sensitivity or replacing what i planted in her heart. Our tree of love will continue growing. Please take good care of her heart as it’s not billable. 

Her tears of joy are always ready to explode. Every night has been a page in our love book. So please do not change the theme as you will be forced to adjust the ending. I so much wanted to continue writing our book but i had to off ramp my journey with her as the cancer was forcefully blocking my way. She doesn't know that. My fingerprints on her smiles never got damaged and the footsteps i wrote on her body never sounded fictional. If you look at the corner of her lips she owns no dark secrets. She gets rewarded for every risk she puts her family in. Her wheelchair has never had a flat tire, but if it does please contact bible services on psalm they fix everything. 

What i noticed is that she loved checking up the Christianity call centres within the bible phone book. The numbers will never change, only agents do so keep encouraging her to make calls. She used to randomly open the book and choose a page with her eyes closed. Even though she sometimes looked lost she always found the right pages. I hope it’s not too much to ask, but please allow her to visit on our birthday and that's every three days before the New Year. That is the only time i could turn to the other side on my grave. Plus the funeral cover promised us non of its pillows in my coffin. Do not make yes an answer to every call made by my parents. We owe them nothing, infect i haven’t spoken to them in ten years. 

With all that said she will blow your mind if you let her.

Thank you


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

To a Dead Man

You Drive me into this Malice, into this Maze I can only see the last of days Your Creation Failed With Me Burn with malice as you bridge to the plains of ennui


Details | Free verse | |

The Storm

And the storm calls to me in ways you'll never understand
A gentle call that urges my soul forth
The lighting guiding a path for my feet to walk
Between the stones and ash of all that once was
I stand in the echoing silence of the rain 
It drops down upon my skin like the blessing waters of heaven
Soothing me, lifting the weight from my body 
I feel at once as if I am home
Standing amid two dimensions 
Caught between two skies - here and there
The night wraping around me in warmth
The gentle wind lifting me off my feet
Drops from the clouded moon washing away my body
and I am left just a soul, an essence 
The storm calls me forth from beneath my roof
Beckoning me into its depth 
I stand among the reeds in the basin 
They dance and sway as if welcoming me
And I sway with them back 
Caught up in the power that charges the air
That threatens to sweep me away 
If the ground will just loosen its hold
The thunder rumbles a low welcoming growl
And I get pleasently lost within it
I am so small compared to its vastness
I close my eyes and succumb to the skies wishes
Rising higher until my feet no longer touch the ground 
My fingertips touch the liquid color of the stars
A sigh drifts from my lips
There is no need of thought to stay afloat
There is no demand to breathe in air
No crushing weight upon my chest
As my lungs struggle to survive
There are no struggles here
I make my bed on blackened clouds
And give in to the call
The storm has claimed me as its own 
It was such a struggle to stay upon the ground
When the storm would call me home


Details | Free verse | |

The Humans and I

Ones who wage,
Ones who rage,
Ones who take,
Ones who pay,
Ones who craze,
Ones who rave,
Ones who crave…

Ones who fear,
Ones who breathe,
Ones who give,
Ones who need,
Ones who will,
Ones who weave…

Ones who plead,
Ones who beg,
Ones who beseech,
Ones who entreat,
Ones who appeal,
Ones who volunteer,
Ones who disappear…

The ones who follow,
The ones that don’t know about tomorrow,
The ones who don’t deserve the morrow…

The ones who sleep,
The ones who cry,
The ones who live,
The ones who die…

The ones who proclaim,
Those who say they create,
The ones who ache,
The ones who don’t wait,
The ones who hesitate,
The ones who don’t concentrate,
The ones who fornicate,
The ones who procrastinate…

Those who fall in temptation,
Those who get in frustration,
Those who sometimes feel desperation,
Those who keep going without caution,
Those in motion,
Those in tension,
Those losing notion,
Those being poisoned,
Those getting in distortion,
Those following the broken diction,
Those dying like the billions,
Those without unction,
Those washed in the oceans…

I might seem cold,
But it is you who is bold.
I might not express,
But it is you who doesn’t let me progress.
I might not seem like I seek,
But it is you who doesn’t know me…
I might seem like I need,
But it is you who might always be begging on your knees.
I might seem dull,
But it is the one that is fool.
I might not be alight,
But it is you who isn’t truly alive…

I will remain neutral,
I will remain silver,
I will remain gray,
I feel darkness,
I feel light,
I will remain hallowed…,
After all, it is you who deserves no life…

I am a metal hawk,
I am a mountain goat,
I am a silver bird,
I am a gray wolf,
I am a white tiger,
I am a mystic rose…,
I am I…

I’m alive,
And I survive,
You are here,
However, it is you who deserves no life…

Being human does not imply that you have humanity…


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

SOMETHING FOR TODAY

     SOMETHING FOR TODAY
The morning lights and to another day
a pirate's chest you've found but will not stay
for longer than the blinking of your eye
from troubled sleep to wake wherein you die

through every ticking second where you are
as dense and far away as any star
you sit and let your life and time run out
and have become what others talk about

from time to time you'll always hear a clue
between each word that's meant for only you
coincidental to what you have seen
you take it in as what each word must mean

and this will guide you through the whole day long
as certain as the hearing of Our Song
just at the proper timing of your need
and then your thought will soar, it has been freed

you cling to it and make it what must be
the fabric of your life and prophesy
and it will carry you from here to there
into another day that goes no where.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa


Details | Free verse | |

I am shy

I get nervous in front of crowds
my first words are usually shaky
I can stand straight but take a few steps 
in a direction corresponding with that awkward moment
you realize
everyone is listening, interpreting, judging, sympathizing
just trying to understand
the first time I gave a speech was 6th grade
the teacher said its hard speaking in front of a class
who wants to try?
I got brave and took the spotlight
only to find I was blinded
and at a loss for words
show and tell was stress
I ate my silence
I just want to connect, on a grande scale
fast, quick, and easy
The only speaking that mattered 
was my great grand mothers funeral
I was the oldest of a generation
I spent a while getting my thoughts down
what I said lasted only a few minutes
the words echo in my head
have been
and probably will till death
I want to lead a group into chaos
get everyone to dance
become wild creatures fleeting on our fairest fancies
seek joy and fearlessly love
express in a healthy way
be aware
I'm just trying to connect
I am shy


Details | I do not know? | |

Well how do you feel

In high school everything changes
Teachers, friends, you, 
“That’s just life” they say,
And they never stop to ask
“Well, how do you feel?”

And your friends leave, and your grades decrease,
And your teachers begin to worry,
And they make you see a shrink,
But they never stop to ask,
“Well, how do you feel?”

The sky starts to crumble,
And the tears begin to fall,
And music and hoodies become your best friends,
And they never stop to ask,
“Well, how do you feel?”

And the tools come out.
And the objects fall apart,
And you reach for the closest one,
And the ask, finally,
“Well, how do you feel?”

But by now it’s too late.
Your time is up, your blood’s run out,
Your scars show for the world to see,
Cause they asked too late,
“Well, how do you feel?”

“She was so young” they all say,
But really you were old.
You’d seen so much and hurt so much,
It was time for you to go.

So you picked up the pills and washed them down
And grabbed the blades and cut
And when they finally noticed you weren’t around
It was too late you were gone.

They found your letter on the bed
And read it out at school
“You asked to late, but I don’t blame you.”
And your friends were moved to tears. 

In your tree house in the yard
They found you pale as snow
Your eyes closed, a smile on your face
And they realized you were gone.

They roll up your sleeves and roll up your pants
And scream at what they see
Lines, and lines, and lines of cuts
Some healed and some not.

And they realized they should have asked in the beginning
How you felt that is, cause, 
Honestly you didn’t, 
You didn’t feel anything at all. 


Details | Sonnet | |

Without You

Define your lovely, soulless heart in death
 To take my heart would be a risk; a storm
 You licked your lips to taste what i had left
 And jumped from cliff to rocks, i was forlorn.
 Upon my lover; roses wilt in pain
 For I’ve lost the one whom has no soul, and
 Was all this give and take with us in vain?
 I loved your soul and heart, we joined by hand.
 The brewing storm that took a life, took two
 For deep within your heart was love,
 And deep within my heart was you
 I’ll see you soon, i promise; heart above.
 For without you I cannot survive
 For without you I will not strive


Details | Romanticism | |

A Flower's Funeral

A sweet flower's funeral
displayed in the cold months
of snowy weather and bone chilling shivers.
A sweet flower burned away, dried up;
buried six feet under.

Oh, my sweet flower,
how you once bloomed with no remorse,
like a madman blooming with beauty
and a glorious halo over your head
shinned with such power and blinding glory.

Oh my sweet flower how you have gone now,
resting in peace in the land of paradise.
Oh, my heart it is weak when I see your face,
of once beautiful smiles and warm embraces.
I can hear your crying out to be free.

Snowing and bone chilling cold ripes at my soul
and feelings of sorrow rage through my blood,
boiling my hatred to the world, for losing your
sweet and ever glorious beauty.

What I would give away, if I could be with you
one last night, one last night together
to hold you in my arms, to smell your sweet perfume
that brings back sweet memories of you and I.
What I would do to be with you,
such romance travels through my heart in the highways
of my veins in my body, love is all throughout me,
and my heart breaks when pictures of you start to collect dust.

My love for you, my sweet flower,
is still ingering through the air,
as I travel and look upon a tombstone
which shows your beautiful name.

Come to me my dear flower,
when spring comes,
come to me my dear, sweet flower.
And bloom once again,
twice as large as last year,
and ten times more beautiful then last year.
Come to me in the first months of spring
in my dreams, so I could sit and talk with you.
I miss you already,
and my heart crys,
my eyes flood with tears of sorrow.
I miss our love we shared.
Long walks,
cosy talks,
warm cuddling embraces
and beautiful displayed in a picture frame.
Now I hear the tapping of raindrops on my window pane.
That is all that keeps me company,
that and the rose you gave to me
and a picture of you and me.
Love is endless, even when blue eyed Death comes to visit
and play a game of chess with us,
we all play our game, my love.
I shall go tonight
in my sleepy slumber
and dream of you in the times of our height in our love for each other.
My lost love, you are gone, resting in paradise,
but never forgotten my sweet flower.

-10/6/2013-


Details | Light Poetry | |

Treasure Chest of Memories

Treasure Chest of Memories
Cleaning out my closet a chore this is sure to be.  A day at best to dig through this stuff packed and stacked to the ceiling.  Now, where to start and what to keep! Might as well start here at the top and get moving.
What on earth was I thinking to bring this home, out it goes? This looks like a keeper; it goes over here. This is cute I think I’ll keep it too. When did I get this; I don’t even remember it must not be too important, it can go too.
Now for my treasure chest filled with special things. A breathless moment as I open the lid and spot things; treasures from my past. Oh so many beautiful memories packed in here and tucked safely away in my heart as well. Time slows down as I savor each moment in time each of these treasures brings back to me.
I can’t believe this, it’s still so beautiful. Oh my God just look at this; it was my baby girls! I will always have her in my heart and treasure chest too. This is perfect, I remember this too! I had hoped this day would never end. This was the most special thing ever given to me; I remember crying in secret with pure joy.
This cut through my heart and left such a scar, I knew life would never be the same! I can’t believe at times I survived my very own life. Tears now stinging, no falling down my face; partly joy, partly sadness! This treasure chest holds so many memories; none of which I can part with. 
I know these will always be with me buried inside my heart and tucked inside this chest. My mind will always remember each one of these, some sad, some happy but all are mine to remember! 
                                                                                  Debbie Knapp.


Details | Quatrain | |

The Cry of Heart


              Neither thy face, nor features, lips and eyes
Nor it is my yearning for mirth which my heart fries

My feet are advancing towards the hangman’s platform
     O sword of tyranny! It is for thee my heart cries


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

THE BETRAYAL

     THE BETRAYAL
 Absconded from the scene, but dying fast,
 to seek a vengeance in a candle flame,
 I whisper names as prayers, a spell is cast,
 and goes about its deed--this is no game.

 The power none believe is really there;
 (or speak of, tongue in cheek, at very best)
 too soon is born and takes me everywhere,
 to ride the devil's beast upon my quest,

 and have no mercy, it will drive you mad,
 as you have done to me within my past,
 and just as soon, you'll lose the mind you've had,
 to whimper in the dark. The spell is cast.

 Breathe slowly now, and know this is your end,
 where once was written, you were safe and sane; 
 that on the day when you betrayed this friend--
 --your life has come to be eternal pain.
          ©  ron wilson (aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet)


Details | I do not know? | |

Playing BlackJack with the Devil

He lay awaiting spraying cards

Beckoning with his forked tongue

Come here my son lay down your guard

Bet what you like it is only for fun

I started with a bet so small

A face arriving right at my door

The second led only to reveal

An ace of spades I had won my deal

This seems so easy it cant be true

I lay a bigger bet knowing it is due

Alas there came another Jack

He smiled at me as the devil played back

You have won again now bet it hard

You know you can beat me without any cards

Ride your luck as I did against God

And see where it takes so now bet hard

I lay the rest of all I had

Only to find the cards went bad

A five of diamonds shot out loud

Followed by the Queen as she did frown

His card was showing a souless ace

Asking for insurance I felt his embrace

I declined and waited to see with praise

He smiled as the card flopped over ..... a face

Thank you my son for your donation

Once again? He asked with quotation

I told him I have nothing more

He said dont lie you have your soul

If you win this you will be free

With all the riches and endless glee

I will even show you both cards

Double exposure for my disregard

I agreed and bet my soul

He lay both cards for the endless goal

His smile turned to laughter as he knew

His ace in the hole was on its way through

It dropped and so did my soul

I felt it pull out of my body whole

I lay in his chamber with all the rest

As I saw God next me in distress

For even he had bet his best

And lost to the one that he threw to the mess


Details | Narrative | |

Squirrel, What is a Friend

 
It was a green semi-dry oak leaf,
 last and youngest of the family.
 She did not want to fall
 as she stared at the heinous wind
 on a cold night in late fall

Maybe it was best to jump down,
 since it’s been long
 after her family bade farewell.
 “Oh loneliness!” she mused, “you’re unbearable”
 “I can not breath, nor can I smell”

Pretty soon, a squirreled showed up
 hungry but,gleeful.
 “Oh God! why do you look so scared?”
 he asked in all his mischievous curiosity
 She replied,”I’m an orphan,lonely and snared.”
 “Wind is treacherous and life is no fun any more.”

“No! don’t say that li’l leaflet.”
 “You are so fresh,but rookie,” said the squirrel,
 “You’ll have many friends in rest of your life”
 “What is a friend?” asked the leaf
 while her desire to learn was rife

“A friend is a warm hand,
 clutching your hand in depth of the storm…
 A friend is the one who cried
 once your heart writhed in pain,” said the squirrel
 The tiny leaf smiled as her tears dried

“So, do you feel my agony in my heart now?”
 “I truly do!” replied the squirrel
 Just then a gust pulled and drifted the leaf away
 The squirrel shed tears as repined
 while she yelled “Do not cry, squirrel!”
 “Now, at least I have a friend behind”


Details | Narrative | |

In memory of Bob

In memory of Bob
A true story.

It was in spring of two thousand when I first saw Bob. I’d just started working at Perth Dental hospital, and in fact it was my first day there. I walked up to the front door of this building, but it wasn’t yet opened. So I turned around and went to sit in the bus shelter which was just outside the building. As I went to sit down I noted a dark skinned gentleman sitting there with a happy, benign look on his face. He was about five feet eight give or take a little, and he was rather a thickset man who looked like he’d done his fair share of hard work in his sixty years or more.

     There was something about this Gentleman that I could not quite put my finger on. He had a certain charisma about him; not the phony kind of charisma that one seen in the car salesman or the philanderer who messes with women’s heads, no, Bob had a kind of friendly smile for everyone that he met, and he seemed to draw people into him with his love, and gigantic heart. I knew as soon as I met him that Bob was most definitely for me.

      As Bob looked at me and smiled, the whole world seemed to open up. He said “Ow ya  going mate” in a loud ebullient manner, then we started to chat. Bob was like myself, a thinker, and straight away we started philosophizing about this, that, and the other, and it was like we had known each other forever. Then all of a sudden I found Bob talking about death, and the difference in the way the Maori people faced death, compared to the rather the silly way us white folk look at the subject with great fear in our hearts. Now this had always interested me, and  somehow it just seemed natural to talk to this Maori gentlemen on this subject, and we spoke about it till the doors opened and it was time to work.

      I don’t think anything happens just by chance, and I definitely have this feeling that Bob and I were meant to meet, and I really think this was a major destiny thing. I have found during the course of my life,  that as I am aging, I can feel something pushing me into a certain direction, and I always felt that Bob was part of all this; and I had much to learn from him. Although I have never believed in organized religion, and never followed one I have always felt deeply spiritual, and I have met many people who I learned from, and Bob was most definitely one of them with all his great wisdom and patience. As I came to know Bob, we had many dialogues together, on many subjects. Bob used to love music and could always have time to plonk away on his guitar. He used to come round to my place and we would play songs together, though both he and I were no Eric Clapton’s, I would bang around on my guitar and play the harp, while we would both take out turns at singing. We’d have a smoke or a beer or two, and we’d play songs all day long,  ahhh, I remember those days well, the memories are so strong.

     Bob was one hell of a man, I could tell that he had been a wild one in his youth,
But when I knew him in his sixties he was an icon of wisdom and virtue; he had a kind word for everyone, and gave all his time to anybody who needed him, always.
He used to hear me waffling on like an idiot, trying to make him like me [as I always did] but never once did he tell me how foolish I was, he would just smile knowingly at me. He used to stand there at the window for hours, just drinking in the trees, or the clouds in the sky, and yet he was so aware, I used to try to sneak up on him; it couldn’t be done. His awareness was incredible.

     Then one day Bob fell ill with terminal cancer, and he knew that he had very little time left on this Earth. He lay there sick for days in intolerable pain,  but you never heard one complaint from him, even when he only had days to live, he was still worrying about the welfare of others. When the day finally come for Bob to leave his shell; he was lying there in deep sleep, when all of a sudden he woke up, with a smile on his face. His children asked him ‘Dad, do you want some pain killers” Bob laughed, compassion written all over his face, and he said to them ‘Not one of you has a clue, have you’ and he died with a big smile on his face.

   His daughter got in touch with me, and told me about his death, and also told me that his last wish was to have me watch his soul leave his body. I felt very honored about this and went and sat with his body [as Maoris do]. I got the most peaceful feeling come to me [which I presume was his spirit leaving his body] as I watched his silent body, a Mari war stick and a beautiful rose lay across his chest. I still see it, and I feel blessed by it. He was my Maori warrior, and I adored the man.
 


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The Duchess Of Paradise

She's highly sophisticated and full of undefiled wisdom
Yet a crowned Duchess in a paradise kingdom
Quite a beautiful angel flying with black wings
Covered in gold jewelry and precious things
She dresses like the women of ancient Egyptian class
Her wealth is generous and her money grows like grass
She loves orange scented candles with dark room flame  
She rules thirty legions of soldiers and Bune is her name
Her comely warrior voice can wake and relocate the dead
Her armies of soldiers gather around the cemetery
She is brave and deserves a princessly crown on her head
Her facility of speech and flair for words is legendary
A beautiful queen to be treated with respect and honor
Instead of blasphemy,wanton abuse and fictional horror


Details | Ode | |

ODE OF OLD

Salute to the ode of old
Be wary of the ghosts it leaves
The remnant and seeds of its wake


Salute to the whore of kings
Its corpse and stench reeks still
The wise and deep court still


Salute to the living dead
Frail but rears its head
With words than never bend

Salute, I say, Ode
For yonder when I die
In spite of the odium I hold
You’d still be lying there


Details | Concrete | |

Trip Twist

In the void, sipping the zoid,
with mental properties of tripping on the spiral.
Falling down the tail of lions, awkwardly spinning.
With upside down tunnel vision leaking through.

Solidifying all matter that matters,
melting into the walls of your brain.
It tickles all the raindrops dripping in your eyes,
satisfying your desire of a synchronized pattern.

Bleeding purple from the rainbow,
and turning into swirls of diamonds.
Slipping exuberantly beside you; driving you wild.
Where the shadows stop the spirited scream.

Devour yourself into the omniscient grip. 
Icy cold finger tips scratch the surface of your divinity,
bringing you closer to the God who whispered in your unborn ear,
situated in your flesh from birth to death.

It embeds itself in the pupil of your eye,
dancing with your spirit and licking your soul.
Black shapes of madness wrapped in chaos and euphoria.
Twinkling and blinking dust of a cloud. 

Haze filled skies and blood filled smoke raining from the clouds.
Envisions of clowns and demons laughing at our demise.
Chilling sensations of sickening mannerisms,
mechanisms and mechanics sought out to destroy the tiny creatures.

These creatures running crazy into acceptance of demise.
Deprived of life, scared of death but giving into it's taste.
Taste buds quiver as the taste grows sweeter.
Death, oh death, tell everyone who you really are...

Too long have you been hidden in the shadows you cast, 
too long have we rendered your pain.
The world grows sicker as the hairs in my head grey. 
I'll never surrender as demons always circle.

Today, begins a new day of our fight.
And I have a good feeling about this day. 
Onward, we have united our minds and gathered ourselves within. 
Always ready for we accept our fear. 

We accept our hate and everything in between.
Accept it all for what it really is. 
No amount of doubts will over throw us. 
Onward, to peace.


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The Woman In White

It was a cold and rainy night.
The stars were shining bright.
It seemed as if the world was at a pause and not a person was in sight.
I sat quietly in my car, 
the sound of music I heard blasting from a far.
I opened my door,
stepped out slowly and looked around.
Now suddenly the music stopped,
not a word is heard, not even a sound.
I turned my head, looked over my shoulder,
I saw a woman running.
She was wearing a white gown.
I couldn't help but wonder why this woman running
flaunted such a frown.
I followed her footsteps,
I listened for the sound.
Running through the darkness,
one question came to mind,
Who would leave this woman?
Who would be so heartless?
How can someone leave her when she is so obviously distraught?
Abruptly a sound was heard.
I came to a stop.
I listened closely.
It was a gunshot.
Now fearful I stood.
I began to run as fast as I could.
I ran so fast, I could hear my heart beating.
I came upon my car and noticed a woman bleeding.
She was gasping for air.
Someone had shot her and left her to die there.
It was as if they didn't even care.
She reached for my hand,
whispered softly to me
"never trust a man"
At that moment her hand dropped.
I knew her heart had stopped.
I looked at her white gown now dripping red.
I I cried to myself and pondered what she had said.
This could be me.
I could be lying here dead.
I will remember her words always.
They will haunt me for the rest of my days.
This moment I will never forget.
No man should ever be such a threat.

This was the day my life would change.
From this day on I would never be the same.
The lesson I learned here,
never have such fear.
Fear that will keep me from being free.
I learned that I can be happy just being me.


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

THE FALL OF BAGHDAD

     THE FALL OF BAGHDAD
What rite of passage, moves one to the light,
and through the healing of all earthly ail,
bestows this breath of life, to make it right,
Oh Babylon, tis time for life to fail.

Harm thee no thing, no spirit in the sky,
nor any beast nor fowl who's meant to flyl

In algebric expression, your unknown,
will show the spirit world we fail to see,
Your recognizing from your flowers grown
In Poppy fields, your highs not meant to be.

We've paid the price, for all to bear your sin
And left you with no peace you have to win.

Each algebric expression drives us mad,
now your unknown is where we have to hide,
it matters not your ending will be sad,
Scheherazade may dance, but she has lied.

The streets of Baghdad--Babylon's decay
Are made to waste, they will not have their day.

No Shamanistic eye can bear your weight,
nor transforms what you've been to other things,
and when you see the truth, it's all in hate
that brings the end, of which all life now sings.

Witch Doctors all have read bones all the same,
It is our end, and Babylon's to blame.
© ron wilson


Details | Ballad | |

LETS OPINION BE DIFFERENT

Let's opinion be different so there is story
I do not like to air criticism
I just only like to ask
And the question itself will be criticism
Criticism on people who were asked
If to ask would be more prudent
Criticism is quite violent
I am so afraid of violence
I have to use the technique
Technique to ask with its critique 
And that is certainly more painful
Like a snake that run along quiet
But the extract of poison is very painful
I also laughed when criticism aired among
True indeed… 

Translation...


PENDAPAT BIAR BERBEZA
Oleh Neldy Jolo

Biarkan pendapat itu berbeza jadi ada cerita
Aku tidak suka berkritik
Aku suka sahaja betanya
Dan pertanyaan itu sendiri akan jadi kritikan 
Kritikan pada orang yang ditanya
Kalau bertanya akan lebih berhemah
Mengkritik itu agak keras 
Aku sangat takut kekerasan
Aku kena menggunakan teknik
Teknik bertanya dengan kritikan bersamanya
Dan yang pastinya itu lebih pedih
Ibarat ular yang menyusur tenang
Tetapi bisanya sangat pedih
Aku juga tertawa bila berkritikan sesama
Benar belaka…



Wednesday, 20 March 2013, 4:59 PM
Let US All Save Peace. Ilyimy. Layag Sug!
Puisi hasil perkongsian cerita dengan Cikgu Ezza Fazlina Jamlidi


Details | Couplet | |

Unknown

Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?

Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.

And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.

I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep. 

Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.

And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.


Details | Free verse | |

the color of october

it's October
the air around her is cool
like her thoughts these days
she looks at the branches, twisted
much like her mind
they are reaching upward
but she is grounded
forever in time
 
she heard the clatter of branches
smacking against walls
and the crash of metal
screeching brakes
screams of pain
and then nothing
but silence falls
 
she  runs to the window
sees the audience
stare at her
then through her
riches to rags
gold to nothing
her fame is gone
 
the trees below are turning
from gold to red
the leaves tossed about
in a slight wind
they spin
so graceful as in dance
a slow spiral down
and she longs to join in
 
she reaches towards them
tastes the cool air
as she falls down
grounded with the leaves
 
the pavement turns red
as silence falls
in October's air
 
 
 
 

The suicide of Dorothy Hale
October 21, 1938
(painting by Frida Kahlo)


Details | Free verse | |

Tell Me Why

Why?
Why?
Why?

Tell me why?
Tell me why?
Tell me why?

Was it, because I was too nice,
I was too much of a gentleman,
or was just too much to handle?

Was it, because you were young?
Was it, because you couldn't find your heart,
in all that darkness?
Was it, because you just didn't feel the love?

Why?
Why me?
A man like me, deserves no pain,
no heartbreak.
So, why me?

I pray and ask the Gods,
why!
But an unresponsive god never speaks to me.
He sits there and watches... watching what?
Nothing, but a heart being torn to shreds.

Was it, because I was too careful?
Was it, because I loved too much?
Was it, because one half of the heart couldn't fit the whole?

I ask you, because I still love you.
Come to me, my beautiful,
stop this nonsense,
I cannot make you love me,
but I sure can try to show you love.

Do not blink,
do not take a gift sent down from the Gods
for granted.
Appriciate what you have,
appriciate me, because one day,
when you need a shoulder to cry one,
you will not be able to find me, anywhere.
I will be lost,
in a fool's dream of romance and love,
that will never come on my front doorstep.
Still dreaming of the possibilities of you and I.
My heart is with you always,
but I will soon expire,
so do not wait too long.

-10/5/2013


Details | Free verse | |

Last Good-Bye

This is where you opened my naked soul
The dark cold river in within the dead eyed fish
The black swans eying the lonely moon
You rise like a spear clutching a gun... my gun
The gun that burned stoned woods with the heat of my love
The gun that opened the skies and rained it with agony
Agony of a lonesome lover trying to kill the devil within him
Trying to escape the foggy grounds and blooded graves
You walked towards me with soft nude footsteps
My heart doth tumble to the sound of an angel breath
Striking my blind eyes with the sun of your golden heart
The heart that turned stony coffins to gold and black hearts to spring lullabies
You halt and search for air as your eyes turn lavish red
Your lungs feel like stone and rigid rocks but no river there to water the pain
You bend towards me and tears crash on me like hailing grenades
I shout out your name and tell you I'm here...
But I am trapped in the lonesome grounds of the dead Gods
You look at me and strike a smile then cry
You hold up the gun while saying the last good-bye:
"We once were one and now you left me
Left me alone in the dark even when you promised that you won’t
You left a broken soul that no mending can it receive 
But you are mine and we are entwined
As I'll crash in the bed of roses over your grave
And fill the earth with my blood...
The blood of your love I will spill it to the ground
The blood that will ingrain trees of love birds
The blood that will tell the dead who we are
The blood that will teach Romeo and Juliet what is love..."
… Bang... I hear the sound of death...
I hear you are lying next to me once again 
... But now forever.


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My Heart Keeps Beating

Written By: Ryland Joshua Matthews
Date: Thursday, September 9th, 2010



My heart keeps beating

While my body dies, my heart keeps beating
As the world sighs, this heart keeps repeating

A strangled cry, a desolate embrace
Of a flower strewn grave. Of a lover erased.

A dream long ago fulfilled, it no longer lingers
Brought to despair by Thanatos’ brushing fingers

As my feet move me forward, one step at a time
I keep looking back to that witch was mine.

I can’t help but wander what wrath I did incur
To bring me to this place, this pain I must endure

At the precipice of madness my mind will now dwell
The horrors made real, all the ravages of hell.

And in this world what we sew we must go reaping
And even without a soul My Heart Keeps Beating.


Details | Double Dactyl | |

life

Life is worth it
When I live for you
It’s how I know that this is love proven true
But there you fly now in the sky
Showing me that differences and flaws
Is coexistence in each other
Celebrate them don’t use them as a weakness
Because in doing that you show weakness in yourself
Show some respect to them 
For they are to be cared for 
Then why is it no one ever does
Do they not see the pain? 
With every dying cuss 
So let the pain engulf me 
Teach my eyes to see
Let a fallen angel come to curse me
Let my cuts come to bleed 
Evil engulfing my broken heart yet falling deep in love 
When everything turns to turmoil 
I turn to my angel from above 
Let my heart come to boil
In the ashes of my innocence 
Letting myself go until I fully reach out to fellow brethren s 
Praying with no feeling I can feel myself slip away
I’m falling yet falling apart 
 Without the slightest of delays 
Birth was a mistake and yet I cannot come to die
Was it true that I am meant to live?  
A man who only knows to cry 
I cannot give
The light has forsaken my cold and darkened heart
For who am I to live 
Cold and fruitless moon why have you forsaken me
Does it bring you joy to see that you are breaking me
Listen to the cold and broken winds 
Nothing can ever beat it
Nor can I defend


Details | Free verse | |

Beautiful Curse

As the world continues,
the stories continue to unfold,
my heart breaks,
though I find peace within.
As another unknown soul comes to an end,
an unnoticed tragedy occurs,
while the rest of the world moves on,
tears take control.
It's a beautiful curse,
empathy for the unknown,
tears falling because no one else will.
It seems if a heart beat ends,
another person becomes a victim,
the youngest to the oldest
are mourned for inside.
Though none of it makes sense,
and unnecessary tears can be a curse,
ultimately it's a beauty I've learned to hide,
it's a secret,
a beautiful curse that can not be denied.


Details | Free verse | |

Overheard - A Heavenly Conversation - Part 2

Well, Father, he is a bit like ; Like Thomas, Yet he’s not even sure of his Doubt
For more than once, he’s called us out, but in his rage, the benefit of his Doubt
His Heart longs to know, how long SHE will Glow, if he must walk the road “Below”
To his Eternal World of Pain, hate, Sorrow, Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow; he will go
His Heart is here, with US, his LOVE is True and Just , the doubt in his Heart, shall Die
His LOVE is real, for still he calls to YOU , Through ME His LOVE Eternal his Wife LENORE
                      Lives with us, She too is Lonely for his LOVE

                                        To be Continued


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

I Smote Thy Heart- Richard Pickett

" I Smote Thy Heart" 

by~ Richard Pickett

Upon the morrow, I shall take aim
with this slender feathered shaft at the heart of thee,
it shall pierce thee in the coldest of manners. Thou shalt
know from whence it came. From my sorrow, said sorrow
left upon me by the daggers of thy withered soul.
Beguiled by thy mask of innocence,that thee wore
as brilliantly as the Barrister, pleading before the magistrate.
Thou shalt plead mercy of passion, I once possessed only for thee,
that I remove the bolt from thy heart. Yet... I shall smite thee,till
thy blood runs as cold as the stone upon whence thy lie. 


by~ Poet Destroyer

Strike on whom my ears deceive,
your sadness pierce ye 3 times therefore.
Straight liketh dagger of dragon teeth under thy heart.
A grace alone thou sprouted in remoteness ways. 
If it ware not thy heart, ye fancy, into thy face
I have besidis all thy pain 
No thing to want if it ware not Mad 
Hold on to all things even as ye see, in every angle.
Nothing doth matter; thy aim shall endeth all sorrow
I have founded but makis me happiest thou ever was, 
Thou shall not beggeth, taketh the dagger
Now thou its to late, smote thee very slowly
Thee hath my heart in deep shallow waters  ; 
Bloody lips do what ye list and dredge thee not
Smote thy heart, I care not,
Love whom ye forget, my sweet innocence.
Wherefore I pray mercy or shall not.
But love whom ye fear no God,
Do what must, 
My tears shed thousands of grains of sand.
Morrow, will soon cometh, shall I hold
as you taketh away, from your
~ Femme' Fatal ~

A collaboration with * Richard Pickett


Details | Narrative | |

Physically and Mentally Abuse

I was born in a world of poverty and soiled life of a third world country
The way I lived till I was five years of age was walls of boundary
These walls had towers of guards that had no heart or care
If a child would try to climb the wall they lose their life I swear

Father had drank and threatened my mother with a knife
My father lost his job and wife and that was the hardship of life
He stopped my mother from taking off with me in her arm
Hoping that my father would ignore and left me be with no harm

When my father went off to drink one night and came home with rage
My brothers stood by my crib and took a beating that set up the next stage
My father had woken up to three scared children half starved and in pain
His final words as he walk away from the orphanage gate live life do not go insane

I was still a baby in the orphanage; the caretakers did not really care about the babies
They stole items and materials those wicked men and maternal evil ladies
They starved all the babies because it cost a lot to keep them alive
As a child of that age I could feel the sins and greed that gave out bad vibes

I was ignorant about what I drank and ate, as I see white maggots move in my bottle
As I see them move I thought about how they were playing and some were hostel
They ate each other to keep each other alive in a manner that took me by surprise
In the back round I hear others throwing things with sounds of painful cries

I got very strong at a young age I was able to start pulling myself up over the cage
My feelings were to see my brothers with strong lungs that I cried out of rage
My two brothers came to see me and sneak food into my crib
The caretaker would find the food in my hands as they grabbed it and hit me on my ribs

As painful as it was I kept eating the food with blood in my mouth as it was instinct
I sometimes laid in my crib dazed and confused with smell of death so distinct
With all my might I kept myself strong and climb the small wall
I finally was old enough to get out of the building and I could hear my brothers call

With tears of joy with short legs that ran as fast as my heart
I ran to my brothers arms and held their hands to have a new start
I grew stronger everyday but more things came into my life in a manner of dismay
If my brothers stay by my side I could smile and everyday their would be okay



Details | Elegy | |

I MOURN WITH YOU PROFESSOR

I MOURN WITH YOU PROFESSOR
Shadow and mirage are thesame;
The former is never a substance
And the latter never an oasis.
But the death of a child is both:
Hope is dashed and respite betrayed
Leaving only behind the pain of rising utility
That often comes from the nostalgia of reality...
I mourn with you Professor.


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

DEVIL GALE NOR'EASTER

       DEVIL GALE NOR'EASTER
Relinquishing my right to being sane,
tis none-the-less God given to my brain,
the very hope, while on this restless sea,
so into dark, and where a gale must be,
I'll stay my course, into the driving rain;

into the howling wind; into the night,
through white caps higher than my line of sight,
the bellowing less than two fathoms mark,
close to the bottoming to Neptune's dark,
but I must steer my ship, to what is right!

Though I may know the brine is shallow here,
along the coast, and know the rocks are there,
to dare my vessel, have a pleasant trip!
up devil's shore, they hope to dash my ship
and sink me to the depths, to disappear.

Blow hard! Nor'easter! You'll not put me down!
My ship is fit, I've heard your dying sound!
Now I can see the rising of the sun,
in streaks of light, predicting you are done!
And I have sailed this night to solid ground!
© ron wilson aka Cap'n Vee Bdosa


Details | Lyric | |

The Things You Wish You Could Erase

Sitting on the edge of the bridge
Holding unto that bottle of beer
The same beer that he drank 
The night he killed those people
Flashback in his brain
Gripping unto the bottle
nearly breaking it
hes sitting behind the wheel
Picks up the beer bottle 
Takes another sip
He sees the car
But gently closes his eyes
The women slams on her breaks
Her son in the back seat
The cars crash
Her car rolls down the hill
His car slamming into 
The side of bridge gates
The gates holding him steady
He gently steps out of his car
Seeing the smoke 
A gray car laying in the river
Below the bridge hes standing on
He runs down there 
Running through the water
the top of the car barely noticable
He helps the young women out
Not knowing about the little boy
In the back seat
She yells
"my son... my son"
She points to the vehicle
She takes her last breathe
Lays there helplessly
The man drags the little boy out of the car
A scratch on his forhead
Not breathing at all
The man cries
Trying to wake the kid up
Knowing they are both up in heaven
He vanishes
Several years later
He sits on the bridge
Holding the bottle
Has a child of his own
A wife of his own
Waiting at home for him
His son an hour before 
Wanted to walk to the bridge
With him
But the man just said no
The young boy just stayed home
His father never came back
They found him 
Floating in the same river
The women and her son were in

~Dedicated to Tommy~


Details | Rhyme | |

The Wound

When my mother died
My craving eyes rained
And tormented soul cried
Blood sucked and energy drained

The sky fell, the sun eclipsed
It was a horrifying dark day
The fragrant breeze turned into easterly wind
O God! Orphaned at the age of twelve, why say

The spear of loneliness pierced my heart
Causing deep bleeding wound
Pointed at me was misfortune’s dart
All my hopes and aspirations drowned

Seasons came and seasons went
In the desert of heart autumn never changed
Gardens were filled with bloom’s scent
The butterflies with colors artfully arranged

My heart remained a symbol of despair
No one ever shared my grief
My cancerous wound alone to bear
I searched and searched but no relief

(Winner in the Member Contest of Destroyer Poet judged on 6-20-2012)


Details | Lyric | |

To young to die

Too young to die


They take a boy, too young to shave
Who has never lived his life
While his mates are chasing girls
They fill his life with strife
They send him off to a brand new war
Over some damned fools Ideal
I don’t understand their wars
And I guess I never will


The folk who like to run the show
Or most of them at least
Have never even been to war
They’ve never felt the beast
As he rips right into one’ intestines
That hollow hole of fear!
Each leader should be sent to war
Then the picture might grow clear


Then when they send young boys to war
They’ll see the whole damned show
The weight of endless terror
 And then maybe they’ll know
What it’s like as a fine young man
To be sent out there to die
He might then know, how a mother feels
When she’s lost her little guy.

1 August 2013 @ 1443hrs.


Details | Lyric | |

Changed

If i were to tell you that my heart is gray
What would you do to make it red again?
If i were to say that i dont miss you
Would you understand my pain?
If i were to show you how much you mean
Would you notice that my heart stopped beating?
If i were to picture things in my mind to be perfect
What would you do to tell me things wont ever be the same?
If you were to tell me your heart was gray
I would give you mine in place of yours
If you were to say that you dont miss me
I would understand your pain
If you were to show me how much i mean
I would notice that your heart stopped beating
If you were to picture things in your mind to be perfect
I Would tell you that they are, your just ignoring it
I would tell you how big of a part you are in my life
I would say to you that you are my hero
I would show you my scars and heal your wounds
I would picture us in a place that does not harm love
If you could see the hole in my heart 
Would you bother to fix it 
Or would you let it fall apart?


Details | Lyric | |

Elysium Dream of Love

I close my weary eyes
Holding onto the hope
Of not having to cope
Not a mintue longer
Without you by my side
Not expierencing
The warm look in your eyes
The tingling rush of your finger tips
That would grip my hair tight
To stop you from slipping into the night
Biting  your bottom lip
As a pinch to yourself
To see if it was real
The dream of love we felt
And now that you are gone
I only wish to die
Your image fades from my mind
Sometimes I see it clear,
The sun is skillfully stroking it set in the sky
As my feet float down the road across the tuscan country side
I ever so gently sense the wildy grown wheat
Tickling these troubled lines engraved in the palm of my hand
I playfully pick one out of the land and pluck the grains
I look up and in the distance is where she waits
But there she remains peacefully strolling through the calming field
In a white cotton dress that tails off in the wind and
wearing a small confident smile that makes my yearning heart yield
Whispering in my ear that soon I will make it home
But my Life's journey must continue down this God paved road
I awake with the longing of her, But with so much to do
I need God's strength for one more day to get through


Details | Epic | |

Betch Please, Really

I simply love being me for I am so good at everything step into my city and they will tell you who is King one day when I am hungry I will swallow everything then and only then shall I inherit the stuff I dream even then I promise not to settle for satisfaction at any instant half a second I could spring into full action so go against me? please, you do not even measure up to half of the goodness that I hold tight like my treasure still spreading rumors about me to try and destroy my life can't believe I let myself get beat by a stripper and my self-intended knife try and say I'm gay even though we both know that isn't the truth just ask any woman I been with if they ever needed proof they'll say I was the cream of the crop as they took it all night knowing I just may never stop I own the status of a legend now what you got left to say when I bring it twenty-four seven?


Details | Lyric | |

Come As You Are

At one point in my life i was an artist
I used to paint and draw
Covering a piece of paper
In beautiful colors
And my art told a story
The sort of story you couldn't talk about
I used to go to school every day
Showing up late 
Wasn't something I'd do
But i dropped out
Leaving my education behind
I played the bass guitar
In a band called 
The Nocturnal
My fingers ran against that bass
Pure magic
The sound of the gods
Setting out to destroy the world
Pure Punk straight from Seattle
At one point i was clean
Sober and pure like a new born baby
Falling further into 
What you now call 
"disapointment"
Screwing up my veins
with every shot of herion
Killing my brain cells
With every joint i smoked
Clogging up my nose 
With every pill you could have known
I used to write lyrics
About my life
My childhood
I used to write journals
The ones you read in the book 
that was published of me
I got up on that stage every night
As i was
Nothing fake
Nothing glamourous
Only a few scars
One shot of heroin
Come as you are
The words only speak for 
Themselves


Details | Ballad | |

A Little Crazy

My poetry is normally thought provoking that its insane 
Word rhyming that can rip up the direct thought line in the brain 
Words so hard they concrete steel bars locking on the mind with chains 
Words bleeding that they mentally leave thought with stains 
Writing my life away before I die in a world with no change 
I take *****in poetry so serious its my only range of life written about our past experienced death pains
 We all going to die someday in someway so we best look for someway in this some kind of day before you lay your head down as you pray past this darkness looking at the sky gray so please Lord help me do something the people can face with the uttermost respect regardless of gender sex or race
 because someday we all going to go A Little Crazy in this crazy place.......


Details | Couplet | |

The Age Of Love

Let’s go to bed my darling girl,
He grabbed her by the hand and they did a quick twirl.

I fancy you right now so come with me,
His love was growing, that she could see.

Come my sweet one, let’s go and make love
I am ready for you now, my sweet turtle dove.

Wait my darling, just wait a little while 
I need time to get ready, you know my style.

You go up and I will follow you
And then you know what we can do.

He ran excited up the stairs, 
It was his birthday in an hour, and he wanted to share.

His lust was growing, his legs were pumping
She followed him, her heart loudly thumping.

Ready for a night of passion, his cheeks a faint colour of rouge
And a mound under the quilt, he thought was really quite huge.

She reached out, to climb over him
And watched as his smile turned to a grin.

Oh no you stop there, thats where I want you
This is what I have planned for us to do.

His eyes rolled backwards, as she thought in his ecstasy 
But his heart had given out, that much she could see.

Never mind he died while he was having such fun
It is a shame, she said - he was only just 91.

Die a "Fun "death


Details | Concrete | |

frozen

im not looking for anger
im not looking for grief
im looking for respect
in a lonesome sheath
of wisdom without knowing
a wolf in sheeps clothing 
why do u think i dye my hair
im taking over one way or another
so to be blonde 
it makes the men stare 
ive been brunette 
they r stareing else where
so girls get youre poses 
the prettiest girl knows this
the men think they r chosen 
but women know 
their men are frozen


Details | Elegy | |

death do not boast

do not rejoice o’er her tho’ she lieth down 
she still lives on: she still speaks to our clan
as long as moon or star or sun does in an 
untiring journey like an old minstrel drums
along the many hazy river alleys thornfill’d
oh, death, thou shouldst speak unproudly
here beside our lively mother’s grave-stones -
thou art too timid & fearful to take the truth:
thou, death, were dead years back on a pole
where bled her saviour, our saviour – nay! 
death, thou shouldst be shame-fill’d or art 
thou too hasty to strike her down with a bow
that her saviour had broken on the cross?
do not rejoice o’er her tho’ she lieth down 
she still lives on: she still speaks to our clan.


Details | Narrative | |

For Now It Is My Time

For now it is my time,
I can see the light just ahead;
I don't know what is going to happen,
But I can tell someone's heart is filled with dread.

The angel came to me,
She told me it was time to go;
She took me by the hand,
it was by then I knew it was so.
She whispered, "Don't worry,
It'll be okay;
For all that was left behind,
will be with you again someday."
With a nod of my head,
and a tear down my cheek;
She looked at me,
as she continued to speak.

"My little one,
don't be so sad;
Once you are home,
your heart shall be glad."

For now it is my time,
and I never dared to question why;
I have reached the gates of heaven,
and I didn't have a chance to say goodbye.

For all is in the past,
and so are you;
If only I could go back,
and tell you how much I love you.
Please, don't cry, we'll meet again,
I'm promising you this;
I'll be waiting for you,
Here, home in heaven.
In heaven it was him that I saw,
The Almighty Father;
He opened his arms out to me,
as he started to move his jaw.
He looked down at me,
I couldn't think of a word to say;
And as he spoke,
I started to convey.

He said, "Welcome, little one,
I knew this day would come;
And now that you're here,
I will share my words of wisdom.
I've watched as you've done wrong,
you know this is true;
But I'm happy to see you here with me,
and I have forgiven you.
For this life now is eternal,
and tomorrow is gone;
Your old life will be nothing,
I promise you by dawn."

He wrapped his arms around me, 
and ran his fingers through my hair;
He held me tight,
and started to say a prayer.

Once he was finished,
he looked at me again;
He told me, "Dear child,
won't you stay with me in heaven?"

I looked behind me,
taking a glance at my past;
I'm thinking of you while I'm gone,
and in my heart that's where you'll last.

For now it is my time,
for this I will believe;
I will go on about my business,
and I shall take my leave.


Details | Rhyme | |

Crossin the Picket Line in Heaven

There they stand
Swords in hand
The one has crossed their line
They wait so still
Lusting the kill
The one fears his own combine
Halos on the ground
Tossed with a frown
The one can feel the climb
His nation bleeds slow
His angels a glow
With death on their mind
He failed his armada
They stand like no other
Waiting for the one to come down
He slips on his robe
They feel shock in the globe
As he floats down the steps of his cloud
Cannibals roar with hate
They cant wait to debate
As the one prepares to cross the line
He delivered his words
With a shock in his verbs
And spelled out to his crew now sublime
He promises them
To follow through his amend
And fix all that broke from his hands
As he did prepare
A sword entered his bare
And sliced him open as they stand
"Know now you will die
From the hands of your spys
As we did all the work for you
Regret so do we
For too late so we be
And the damage was done from your move"
As the one passes on
The light turns to dark
His eyes shut as he sees himself true
For he greets himself kind
For he crossed the picked line
Of the Angels that he raised as his own
Now he lays dead
As they fight for the head
Of the one that gave them life from his clone
Be prepared to die slow
Befriend no one to make sure
That your head wont roll down life's bone


Details | Narrative | |

I AM HERE TO LEND YOUR CRY

Salam, how are you there?
Wassalam, good, Alhamdulillah
How about the issue in Sabah
Nothing to worry
I am worried because you are my friend
I am okay; just want to know your opinion
No probs, what do you think of that opinion?
Does it hurt you personally?
Nope, it makes sense

I am not personally taking part, I have my own problem
Indeed but I am so sad, many don’t understand the situation
They are taking one side condemning Suluk in general
So as the other Suluk in Sulu archipelago 
Many also condemning Melayu in general
I always think about others
My cousin, a policeman is in the frontline

I am so sad, pray hard
Please cry with me
I am here for you to lend your cry
Can I pretend nothing happen?
We can’t pretend to be nothing to happen
Then rest and cry with me
To make people understand is not easy
Sometime we also take time to understand our situation
I am hurt to what happen, we are being fooled by colonisers
They ask us to inherit this misery

Hmmm I am so sorry to hear that
Hopefully you won’t hate the Suluk generally
So, as long as it does not contradict to my stand
What is your stand supposedly?
 At least I have one good friend from Jolo ancestry
I am a good friend because you are good

I know nothing about the war; I just wanted to know the peace
It’s really easy to smile and pretend that you are okay
Rather than telling people why you are sad
It’s not easy to imagine that war
I just want to keep it by my self
I wanted to keep this in my sleep
When I wake up tomorrow 
Peace is expected to blow
Let have this peace to reign right away









The poem is made through the conversation with Malay friends from Kuala Lumpur about the conflict happened in Lahad Datu. We shall never put the bangsa in general as what we are thinking is right: Suluk is bad and Melayu is arrogant. We need a better understanding to conclude that each bangsa like Suluk and Melayu have nothing to do with the situation. It is a matter of siding the truth and rights. I therefore personally accepted if everyone hates me because I am Suluk and that would make the world stay in peace and to save peace, I am willing to be called such: “Suluk is bad and Melayu is arrogant” but the “country and world is peaceful” is achieved. The war declared ended today by Malaysian authority. Let Us All Save Peace. Layag Sug. 11th March 2013, Sandakan, Sabah, Malaysia!


Details | I do not know? | |

The Knock of Improbablity (Part 1)

Sitting peacefully, I lay motionless on the deck of my ship
I hear the birds chirping low and the waves put me to sleep
They rock me back and forth as my mother in past did
I feel her presence as the birds fly overhead, they are my herd

As the border of sleep and reality sets in
I hear a distant knocking on the ships deck 
My eyes drift slowly open but nothing is seen
The birds overhead motion me back to sleep

The birds chirp turns into dogs bark as I drift into dream
I see my childhood pet, my best friend play in the leaves
She looks up at me and opens her mouth
What comes out is not bark but a knocking on the ships deck

I escape from my dream my eyes open wide
This time I heard it closer though coming from behind
I look around to see if anything is there
But alas the birds are the only thing that stare

As I fall back into the realm of pretend
The same knocking though from hell is louder in my ear
My eyes open wider as the light escaped with fear
The knock is gone away but my heart beats up so near

I cant sleep no for when I try that knock comes from her
Is it the ship or worse yet does that knock come from here?
I point to my mind though a game has been played
I point to my soul as it shivers now in pain


Details | Rhyme | |

Lost Little Bird

Lost wandering little bird, 
Why don't you use your flight?
Come closer to me
Let me see your plight
Lost little bird
Spread your wings out wide
If you would only let me help you
You don't have to run and hide
Lost little bird
In circles you keep going
I want to help you little bird
But your painful spots you aren't showing
Lost little bird
It's been weeks that you've lived with the sting
You've lost your appetite for food
And all your desire to sing
You wander as a drifter 
On the dangerous bottom ground
Don't you know this is where predators lurk?
You must be careful not to make a sound
There are cats and dogs and hunters
Surrounding all these woods below
If you'd only listen to me
I'd keep you safe from their blow
Lost little bird
Please don't be so frightened
If you come to me I'll mend you
Then again you can be heightened
Lost little bird
Trust in me to be kind
I'll treat you gently in a safe place
Where not another soul you'll find
Lost little bird
The cat's know you're here
They can smell your scent
And they can sense your fear
It's now or never little bird
It's your choice to make
Come with me to safety
Or suffer your own mistake
Little bird I will rescue you
I'll snatch you in my arms
I'll run with you close to my heart
Plunging you out of harm
In me your faith will grow to trust
And it will reach into your heart
You will understand my kindness now
And you will not want to part
You will look to me as your rescuer
Understanding I care for you
You will feel comfort in my arms
Knowing that I am here for you


Details | Rhyme | |

Here Lies Blacky

It's been over a month since I've seen your face,
I hope you're in a better place.

When I see your saddening grave,
You seem so helpless and tremendously brave.

I'd love to be with you again,
To see you playing around in your pin.

I keep wishing on the brightest star,
Because I know just where you are.

When I look to the skies,
They remind me of your beautiful eyes.

I think you should know, my world is torn,
It takes skills, trying not to mourn.

My heart is fractured; it cannot be repaired,
The feelings from my soul cannot be shared.

Your fur so black, with specks of whites,
Remind me of the darkest nights.

My mouth whispers words of love,
Like the angelic voice of a precious dove.

Your eyes shine so lovingly bright,
To create such a beautiful sight.


I hold your image close,
Like nature does  a rose.

The tears I shed are jewels from my heart,
Without you I have no idea where to start.

Missing you is all I can bare to do,
Wandering around without a clue.

Looking back at all those times I spent, thinking of you,
My heart is lacking what is needed, it needs something true.

I look over those days, wishing I could change the past,
But knowing it all came way too fast.

I'd always wanted a dog of my own,
And you were the best dog I'd ever known.

I'm sorry for all the times I pushed you down,
Instead of picking you up, off the ground.

The way your eyes used to glow,
Let your true colors show.

The date is carved in my heart,
Written on every piece of art.

And I'll keep wishing on the brightest star,
Until I'm right where you are.

I will never forget your loving face,
I know you're in a better place.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

I Prayed For Love,

I Prayed For Love,
As I leave this world one thing I wish to share; I prayed for love. I never gave up on my prayer, for God would send someone to love me too! Looking back with tears’ filling my eyes, my heart torn, and my life depleted, having never known the love I prayed for. Soon the last breath will exit my body; those by my side were unable to share the pure love of my prayer’s! My one prayer in life has gone unanswered, why I wonder did love not find me.
I pray now as my time is near, love passed me by here on earth even as hope remained in my heart and faith kept me praying; so again; I pray when I finally take my last earthly breath let that love take my hand. May Love guide me to my heavenly home for God; “I pray saved all the love I so desperately wanted to give me in heaven.”
 My heart and soul wanted so much more than you could give. If only is what I always told myself. Love to me was such a beautiful and wonderful thing. Nothing could be more precious or so pure! Honestly, my entire life I struggled wondering if I was crazy or if I deserved to be loved. Now as death approaches the answer hovers.
 	Please don’t cry for me as leaving the world behind brings peace and comfort. Tonight the angels will carry my sorrows away from me, I’ll cry no more, and God is waiting with all the loved stored from a lifetime!
                                                                           Debbie Knapp
                                                                             9/25/11


Details | Ballade | |

When this shell is gone

When this shell is gone

Here in this little ditty
I’ll tell you how I feel
I like to put my feelings out
And guess I always will
There’s one thing that does worry me
What I really want to know
Is ‘when I leave this blessed shell’
Will my words then lose their glow?

Don’t need the whole wide world to see
Don’t want that kind of fame
I’d just like some little group
Where people feel the same
As me, to learn to love my words
And gain from them some joy
I’d like to think that when I die
My art, they’ll not destroy.

I really don’t know why this is
It’s just the way I feel
I won’t know much about it
This fact, I guess is real
But still I’d like the knowledge
That my stuff it will live on
Even when, this shell I ride
Has been a long time gone.

9 August 2013 @ 1737hrs.


Details | Free verse | |

Arjuna

My mind is dark with the thoughts of doom
Shadows of death and miseries loom
I wish I could try and fight
The stench of death and darkness of night

Many thoughts bewilder my soul
My heart bleeds through a jagged hole
Why do I have to kill to live?
Why don’t I have happiness to give?

My heart screams for an explanation
My soul cries for salvation
Why is my hand smeared in blood?
Why is everyone around me dead?

I walk through the graveyard of people I killed
Was this the death that god willed
Why was I the harbinger of death?
Why was it me who laid them to rest?

I live a life that I rather not dare
My nights are an endless nightmare
Why can’t I be released from this living hell?
Why don’t I have someone to tell?

Will I ever escape? Will I ever be free?
Will I ever be pardoned? Will my life ever be merry?
All I ask my God is sanity
All I need from me is humanity

I have killed to live, I have lived to kill
Done acts I am not proud of
Will I ever have peace to gain?
Or will I need death to live again

Tell me lord; am I not your child?
Weren’t they too, because of me who died?
Was it my fault that I had a gun?
Why didn’t I have a place to run?

Questions in my mind abound
My dreams come back at night to hound
My only release I know is death
I hope it comes soon and me it gets

When death smiles at me with all its charms
I will lie with glee in its waiting arms
Then for sure my soul will be free
And those of the people murdered by me.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The Damned

Her devilish eyes beat at me 
taking flesh with every blow,her 
rendered heart beat sounds like 
tribal drum rolls an her skin 
drips venom from its pores , I 
find myself helpless and 
paralyzed , everything else 
seems trivial and meaningless 
to this moment,..she exhales 
smoke and lightning flows from 
her finger tips ,she is the 
antichrist the source of my 
device, but I can't help but give 
her my heart,I question my gift 
but remain entranced caught in 
her red moonlit ritual 
dance,sight of her is blinding , 
she is what Every man  desires 
but can't reach, it feels like 
heaven but I sweat from the 
heat,the pain she inflicts is 
bitter sweet an burns like salt 
in a wound ,she is gods most 
regretted creation born for the 
night with a hunger that cannot 
be fed,hold her down chain her 
up she cannot be contained , 
pentagrams burn white in her 
eyes,she's a shape shifting 
voodoo angel that sleeps with 
vipers ,yet I seek her and 
desire her with every thread of 
my existence and have turned 
into an insomniac who day 
dreams of her , cut by the 
thorns of the rose she wears in 
her hair , always the day of the 
dead and raining razorblades, 
the tree limbs reach out for my 
embrace but every one of them 
are shadowed with her face,I 
close my eyes I can always find 
her there , lay with her in the 
ground every breath she takes 
is sin ,she's a black rosé that 
cannot be changed a black rosé 
that cannot be contained , 
ashes to ashes dust to dust I 
cut my heart to be with her and 
bleed undying trust,it's only 
her....everything else I feel is 
not real .....


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

A Survivor's Story

I wake up to a deserted town
"Where are the people?"
I ask myself aloud.
"Gone." answers a voice.
But no one's here...
but me.

Broken glass litters the street, 
a Kristallnacht in the making.
Houses, half gone and half standing,
specked the dirt road.

I lay, pinned to the ground by a monstrous wall...
I don't know if I'll be able to move...
but I must try. 

"Hello! Anyone there?"
No reply.... just what I thought.
As distress fills my heart,
I use that anger and helpless feeling to my advantage
and somehow
I managed to lift the heavy burden off my chest.
But this was a small victory in what seemed to be WW II.

ALAS! I remember.
This is WW II....
and the US had just dropped something...
something unusual on my town...
I'm surprised I'm still alive.

The explosion was enough to kill all of my native land, 
Japan.
But it only stopped 2 miles from the heart of my country,
Tokyo.
But no time for reminiscing. 
I must find a way out of this...
hell.

A sharp pain in my chest heaves me to the ground,
I've seen this ground so many times, face to face.
Something starts to lunge itself out of my mouth.
When I look down, I notice
that it is my own blood.

I knew I must find a hospital, quick, 
but which way was which?
Was East West? Was West South? 
Was North behind me? Was South ahead?

I sulked in defeat as I trudged along a snake-like road...
a road to nowhere. 

I grew weary, hungry, tired
but I knew I must walk on.
Every few minutes, I'll drop to my knees
and cough up my life support, 
but I couldn't let that stop me.

The sun went down,
but I didn't.
The moon rose,
I kept walking.
The sun started his day-shift, 
but I was at work all night,
counting steps and listening my heart beat.

Finally, I lost the will to live,
I wanted to die, 
I waited to die...
But death didn't come.

I spit up blood every few seconds now.
Life leaving me with every breath.
I close my eyes, and draw in my last breath.

Muffled sounds reach my ears.....
I try to look but my vision's blurred.
Everything blacks out.

"I will not be defeated" 

My vision is back.... I see people...
Everything blacks out.

"I will not be defeated"

I see their faces now, splattered with dirt and dust
Everything blacks out.

"I WILL NOT BE DEFEATED!!!!!"

I CAN SEE!

"Are you with us?!"
A desperate cry reaches my ears.
And I reply, 
"Yes. Yes I am."


Details | Lyric | |

Turn on your light

Turn On Your Light.

Turn on your light

Turn on your light
Light the velvet softness of your night
You might have felt that breath of sweetest power
In that silver moon
That paints the twilight hours
Have you ever felt that mystic pull
That takes you from the smallest flower 
To melt into the all.

I sometimes stand there staring at the sea
As each wave reaches out to destiny
To fade and then to come back
So another wave might form
To be destroyed
Then to be reborn….

Turn on your light
Pass no judgment, who’s to say what’s right?
 No need for this when light is shining bright
Have you felt such magic
Have you felt that pull
It’s something that must happen to each fool
He must learn how to melt into
The silence of the all.

The secrets they be wrote within your soul
Seek them out and let them make you whole
Each flower it must bloom then die
So know your precious I
Must be destroyed
To be reborn… 


Details | Verse | |

Spirituals and Drums

My ancestors walking in the night
using oil lights and moonlight for guides
while being instructed to Wade in the Water
to camouflage their scents like disguise

The Sweet Chariot awaited 
so they could ride away
Harriet was a soldier
and it wasn't an option to be caught during the day
That's the same mentality Nat Turner had when he sang
Steal Away

They would follow the drinking gourd
so all were in accord to go north
The Gospel Train was coming
and at the end of the journey
was a fine reward
Freedom was coming
and it was a long time coming and
they walked until they heard freedom bells ringing
and I still hear their tired footsteps running

Thinking of My Darling Nelly Gray
Stolen from my arms a random September day
and eliminated our chances to run away together
No family ties, no love, no strength says the oppressor

Then I hear the drums beat in the darkness
giving me the hope of finally being free
Maybe I'll follow them this time on faith
on bended knee
There must be a place for me among the light
of this darkness
Among oppression, thieves, evil-doers
no thought on their conscience

Thank goodness for the safe houses that
supported our traveled distances
and for the conductors who bore witnesses
and may God have mercy on the souls who
were against this
and on those who chose to forget this sh@!

I still hear crying in quilts of safety 
because I know that the burden was heavy
to be at the mercy of nature and patrol men
catching run-away slaves for money
Some did it bare feet with freedom ahead of this
loved induced journey and they made it
So all that bull about how your life is hard
just stuff it in an envelope and save it



Details | Acrostic | |

A Life Lost


 Angel of mine, where are you now? Hours drift away like seconds as I

Lift my somber heart and head to the heavens asking, "why, oh why?"
In one moment, your tired eyes held my gaze; then, with one kiss goodbye, 
Frozen in time, forever you were gone; a failing heart will surely die,
Existing in flesh no more; yet our love surpasses death and the tears I cry.

Losing you again tonight in fragments of dreams, a heart shatters. I rely
On the memory of your smile at dawn, the scent of your pillow, your sigh
Swept softly across my ear lobe in whispers of love. I know, my tears will dry
Tomorrow under blue sky when I see you twinkle in our little boy's eye.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Black Caribbean Sun

7:13 P.M., August 25,1971 : " The Caribbean Sun Died "
12:00 Noon; I said " F0R the Eons of " FOREVER " I Shall LOVE YOU "
                                            " I  D O "
A Life Time, on Earth,  " TOGETHER " for all Eternity :  " YOU my Bride "
The Sky becomes an Ebony ; " RAINBOW "  " Death's TEARS Cried "
                                        " MY L O V E "
FOREVERLASTING " LOVE " the Black Clouds, " Sing OF Death "
Inhale ; " Infinity "  Rip the Nth of " LOVE " from my  " HEART "
                                    " MY  B R E A T H " 
As I watch the Boom, Scrape across the " Princess's  Life "
Insanity, Attacks me : " MY Dear GOD : Did YOU take my Life, MY WIFE?
                                 " MY  E V E R T H I N G "
600 feet "SHE" Plummets; into the Sand ; of the Blue Caribbean Sea
The Sky Screams ; the Earth Breathes It's Last ; as Does MY HEART
                                     " MY  H E A R T "
I Feel YOU Die, I feel " LOVE " , DIE;  " Such PAIN : Such SORROW "
A Cold Lonely Night : Alone Again : the Sunrise Dies " TOMORROW "
                                " WITH  E M O T I O N "
I Cry for a Heart : I LOVED so Dear, Lenore My WIFE : will ALWAYS  "BE"
The Brightest " LIGHT " ~ in the Blackest Hour ; of the  " EONS of ETERNITY "
                                   " I  L O V E  T H E E "
                                      "  F O R E V E R  "
                                      " L  E  N  O  R  E "

Written by HGarvey Daniel Esquire for the "Contest : " MY Darkest Hour " 
                         Sponsored By  Ryland Matthews  


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Death Do Us Part

          
               
            hope lies             slit wrist
        not much            tight twist~
      twitch finger        missed kiss~~
      guilty little              witchy miss~~~
        long run      nothing there
   cold breath       steaming stare
      thought you've    always known
    never cared          busy phone
    times gone           bye bye
        no regrets          we die
         --- ---                  V
          --  --                  l l
          L   L                 v v 
                                 


****the shape is Supposed to be of two lovers dancing!


Details | Free verse | |

Somber Tears

As the sun sets
and the twilight comes out,
as the birds and squrriels are no where in sight.

As the whores and pimps sit on street corners,
waiting for street lights to turn from green to red.
As cadillacs stop and roll their windows down.

I can her the faint cry deep in the darkness,
of dirty gutters and dark, dead end alleyways,
I hear the faint tears fall and hit concrete pavement.

I feel the faint cries of whores,
I hear the sound of backhand hitting face
and brused tissue and broken noses are everywhere.

And the somber tears fall onto pillow cases,
and white motel bedsheets run red with blood
and cheap Italian wine.

And you can her the poet over the radio,
reading his own work for the one millionth time
and you can hear his soul slowly wanting to die.

He drowns himself in smoke and alcohol
the whore takes her pay, or spends a night in a jail cell,
the pimp nowhere to be found,
with a shiny blade stuck deep in his gut.

And the somber tears fall gently on the concrete pavement,
the floors of a jail cell,
tears on the pillow case and tears on a lonesome stage.

Tears never present, but are seen by many,
pain aches and pain takes away,
and I pour one more drink for the whore.

She takes me away,
and I caught her salty, somber tear,
and she crawled into my warm embrace.

I was the one who stuck the blade in the gut of that pimp,
who broke her nose and made her bleed,
with a cowardess and souless backhand.

I walk into the moonlight,
hearing the somber tears all around me,
crash violently to the concrete pavement.

The Earth rumbles and erupts with these tears,
that are shead for fellow Men, and Women and Children,
but we all look at ourselves and smile.

Happy we don't pay rent,
happy we don't have cancer,
happy we aren't six feet under;

But we still all cry,
Why?
Somber tears all fall in one big wave

crashing violently on the concrete pavement.
Now the red light turns green,
and the traffic moves along,
the whore is still at her corner,
the pimp still with the blade in his gut.


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Soldier Boy

Soldier boy, oh soldier boy
Why don't you hide up those tears?
Hold in your mind those nail- biting fears
March till you drop, sing the marching song
Even though, for home you heart it does long
Don't cry no don't cry
Always care to try
Hold up your head
For death cannot tread
Oh soldier boy, oh soldier boy
Why don't you hide up those tears
For this night your safe, soften those fears
Lay down so quiet and hum your wholesome song
Hum how much for home your heart does long
Don't cry no don't cry
Always care to try
Hold up your head
For death cannot tread
Now soldier boy, now soldier boy
Could this be the morn when death does appear?
And I know it will be hard to hide up that fear
Don't let him in, it's just the funeral song
Pretty soon now for home, your heart will not long
You will not cry, oh do not cry
For you always cared to try
Soldier boy hold up that head
For now you layed on eternities bed


Details | I do not know? | |

Somewhere We Don't Know

Beneath this gloomy sky, I can feel the warmth of that shy sun hiding between the clouds,
while sick breezes of hope ached the loneliness the dwells in the heart, mercilessly
burned the only memory that’s left of tomorrow, and I .. I was just trying to smell the
air of the eclipsed dawn, trying to breathe what is remained to breathe till I cross the
finish line.

And a touch of grief brought tears to the eye, seeing the life that had been shrouded in
somewhere else, oh, what have I missed! What have I missed in this cruel land!

So many joys I saw that never were mine, so many pains that bruised my nights, yet I never
thought they will be mine, and still I yearn for a life I believe exists in somewhere we
don’t know.

And so I closed my eyes beneath the wings of night, departing away, forsaking my deluded
dreams, burying my soul with the ashes of love and life, with all the dust of what is left
behind, sleeping silently as if no one will ever know that I was here in somewhere they
don’t really know.

"I hope you enjoy it :)"
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http://echoes19.wordpress.com/


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Farewell to a friend

Everything is forever over
Whenever you are ready
I’ve been on your side
My God, I've liked knowing you

Now I'll stay here, you go there
And there is not so far from here
We agree, I do not know where
and there, we will meet

Without you, the clock is ticking as quickly
But times do change
So I say goodbye, you must go now
Know that in my heart you will always live on

Sleep tight, you've earned it
You fought till your last breath
And go, go now my friend
And dream forever relieved

Just like before you'll make your way
I know you will find a home real soon
And I repeat what you've told me once
In my heart, I remain faithful to you

Without you, the clock is ticking quickly
But times do change
So I say goodbye, you must now go
Know that in my heart you will always live on


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Never So Gracious

A full moon night to my delight what is so wrong with doing what's right nothing is right after so long no use in complaining time to move on The Dream Water one day might take me away farther from the comfort of familiarity I float on my back then shut my eyes my body now sinking into ocean arms open wide Now swallow your son back to his nature when he is no longer needed to stay here the next generation are dooming themselves they need my experience to guide them through hell Why should I bother on my own, I strive through I turn my back on the thought of bothering to save you alone in this world my, is it spacious I'm finally smiling, never so gracious.


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I have to Say - Good-bye

I begin the trail, to my living Hell
The cold wet ebony darkness , of Death 
I travel this path , as if in a shell
Wondering FOREVER, about my last breath
Unstoppable  sobbing, cries from my Heart
I’ll never see, my dreams, my Life My WIFE 
The Finale pain , just rips my Soul apart
The Eons of my Eternity; no Life

Inhale the flavor of Everlasting ; Fear
Lavish it, Learn it, LOVE it, a place called “ HELL “
I have no Heart left, disintegration will soon appear 
Hear the ringing of the Bells, the Forsaken “ Iron Bell “
I Know In my LIFE, Just One Dance With my WIFE
I was hooked in a Hook. Line and Sinker
Her Young Heart of Innocence , revives my LIFE
For the Eons of FOREVER Sunsets Ever Pinker

                            To be Cont.

Inspired by Carolyn Devonshire 

           Dedicated to


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September Weather

Ah, the september weather is here,
the trees turn firery red and orange,
and the leaves gently fall to the surface.

Fall is here,
and the grass turns from green to yellow,
the souls of many change their ways.

From going on beaches in sun
to walking on wet streets,
with jackets on.

September weather is here,
too most it is depressing to see,
such change in the world.

But I love it.
The girlfriends and boyfriends go away,
and that makes me happy.
Then I go apple picking.

I pick red apples,
from low, hanging apple trees.
and I eat one, while walking down the trail.

Fall is here,
the time of death,
the last of sunshine.

I don't argue,
I love fall,
it is so cosy and it gives me hope.

Hope that a day will come again,
when the sun pops its head out
and the warmth returns.

September weather is the best,
when summer is gone, but not quite,
and the cool breeze sweaps through your open windowpane.

I love fall,
it gives me hope,
that with death comes life.


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Dance Above The Stars

The laughter I see,
is hidden so deep,
a memory of yesterday,
mine to keep.

Those that know you,
or think they do,
can never hold dear,
the days of me, and you.

Saying goodbye,
hurts me so bad,
my eyes now misty,
my heart is so sad.

No one knows,
when time is no more,
eternity takes over,
when we enter Heaven's door.

Sing so joyous,
dance above the stars,
my heart will know peace,
for I know where you are.


Details | Free verse | |

Engrave

bonemarrow monster
bloodwisp, haunts
the knife
carve flesh formations 
to faces.

bandage maker
stitch stabbed, wounds
the soil
build marble mutations
to epitaphs.


Details | Elegy | |

Gypsy

I find it strange coming home 
and not seeing you this evening
I know I shall never see your eyes again
but I shall always feel their gaze
anytime thoughts of you come to my mind
I can still hear your pitiful moan
the first day I kept you in the kennel
Forgive me for not realizing 
that a spirit like yours
was not meant to be caged
After you were set free
how different and alive you looked
jumping around in the yard
with  those precise energetic leaps
So goodbye my little Gypsy
I shall never see you again
but you will always dwell
in that secret spot in my heart
Thank you for the beauty
you brought into my life



November 4, 2013


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O, Dry Your Glistening Tears

God has them in his arms All the children and their heroes O, the tragedy of New town My heart is broken . . . I weep and pray for the little ones And those who died with them And even those who survived Each day a reliving pain . . . Mourned throughout the world The grief and suffering unbearable God, it is so hard to fathom the evil My heart is bleeding tears . . . All those babies and the adults Safe within Heavens gate now Each with delicate and beautiful wings Angels shining bright . . . I pray for their families and friends There is no answer to the question why You can ask forever and never know This existence borrowed time . . . God, is our world so hopeless and evil That our babies must die, needlessly And those who try to protect them O, dry your glistening tears . . . In memory of Charlotte, Daniel Olivia, Josephine, Ana, Dylan, Madelaine Catherine, Chase, Jesse, James, Grace, Jack, Noah, Caroline Jessica, Avielle, Benjamin, Allison, Emilie and Rachel, Lauren, Mary, Victoria, Dawn, and Anne Verse December 23, 2012 For The Contest, In Memory Of . . . Angels Of Heaven


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Why am I here

Why am I here?
I often wonder why I was born. I know of no purpose for me! I call myself an earth angel but truth be told, I’m just a lost soul.
My life filled with uncertainty and fear, never finding a place of comfort and reassurance! Why was I put here for such a life filled with loss and sadness? To spend life lonely seems’ an eternity.
Happiness escapes me, however; at moment’s it feels close. Life closes in snatching the glimpse away as if a cruel joke was just played! I wonder why not me?
I am afraid to live and I am afraid to die! Life has been unkind to me, showing no mercy. How long I have to endure this, I wonder to myself. Then what will death bring to me?
 In time death will bring the unknown. Maybe I’ll be an angel dwelling in heaven. Faith filling my heart and love flowing through my veins surely will lead to a peaceful dwelling place! 
My heart and soul continues to give kindness and direction. Love flows to all those in need filling a void where ever I can. Life and death are of the same sensations filling the air. To know one is to know the other. 
Life is bitter sweet and death is too. Having lived life now I wonder at death. We asked not to be born and we ask not to die! Having both thrust upon us brings life full circle for what reason, I do not know. Yet here I am!
                       Debbie Knapp
                           10-17-11


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Losing Sight

Why was I given these eyes that hide 
Behind this clumsy heart-
Hands and knees forever searching 
For an honest soul?
It feels as though we're wringing water
From a dusty rag.
It feels as though we're submerged in longing 
Ever drowning in our thirst.

Why was I given these eyes that grope
For another’s warmth,
When love is fired through a gun,
Or taken from a calloused hand;
Sight has cursed my heart to see
The naked spent to dust.

Blindness,
Kiss me with your tasteless lips and I will see no more.
I will not see their tears through mine,
I will not see their laughter;
I will not see their careless words,
Looking dumbly after.
I will not see their hateful glares that only’ve seen hateful eyes.
I will not see their broken ears that never hear my broken cries;
They’ll all be black to me.

Jacob Reinhardt							09/11/2013


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The Tin Man

They said he had no heart at all.
They said he felt no pain.
The stone-faced man just gave the facts.
No feelings would he feign.

He talked of floods and accidents.
He spoke of deadly quakes.
There were reports of surgeries.
He spoke of bites from snakes.

But then one day a war broke out.
It was one of the worst.
The man that was most seasoned.
He would report it first.

And so the tin man was sent out.
Across the world he flew.
He would report of countries torn.
A place where hatred grew.

Day and night, the two sides fought.
The massacre was brutal.
Leaders said they saw no hope.
They said the talks were futile.

One night the man reported late.
The sun was going down.
The light was still enough to see.
The story done in town.

The bullets came from everywhere.
Small fires raged around.
The camera man had focused in.
It seemed there was no sound.

The little girl had stumbled out. 
She could have been his own.
Her face had blood, her skin was torn.
The building had been blown.

The girl appeared as in a daze.
But still their eyes did meet.
Amidst the terror all around.
She walked across the street.

She looked just like an angel.
Her dress was burnt and torn.
She held her hands out to the man.
Her face was so forlorn.

Not more than thirty feet away.
His eyes fixed on the girl’s.
A bullet flew and she went down.
The blood had drenched her curls.

The man just stood in silence.
Like time had stopped in space.
The tin man’s heart had melted.
And tears streamed down his face.

They said he never was the same.
The damage pierced his soul.
They said that you could almost see.
How the bullet made a hole.


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Drunk in the City of Angels

Drunk in the lost city,
lost in the vase beauty of the angels
drunk, smoking on park benches.

Freaks, trannys, whores and pimps,
looking at me;
a one of a kind.

No one has ever seen me on the streets of L.A.,
beacause I am a one of a kind,
a gentleman, a drunken buffoon.

I hurl myself at the bars,
and the whores look at me and smile,
and I wave them over, and they come.

40 bucks for a night a good fun,
a night of exotic pleasure,
in the heart of the sleeping angels.

Drunk walking,
two in the morning,
police stop me, sleeping on a park bench.

Warm always warm,
never cold,
the city that is lost.

A city known as the city of angels,
yet how many devils I have counted.
How much evil I have seen,
how much temptation rules in the gutters.

Walking drunk on madness,
in this dirty city,
as I look for a bar before last call.

I find one,
I go in,
order a beer.

I drink with pleasure
I start to write,
I light a cigarette and smoke.

A grey cloud forms around me,
"Last call for alcohol," the barkeep shouts.
I raise my hand, he comes over.

"What will yah have?" he asks,
"Another beer and my check."
On the house, free drinks, on the house.

After a night in the city of angels,
I find myself a cosy park bench,
and fall asleep, dreaming of the angels I had never seen.


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Rest in Peace, Dear Friend

Flowers wilt
Dead carcasses are buried
Loved ones mourn

Rest in peace,
Your life on earth is no more…
Farewell, friend


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Death Of A Believer

        DEATH OF A BELIEVER
The death of soul steals slowly through the years
the fog of mind that's never known to be;
brought on by laughter, love, and hate and tears
the fate of all that few can ever see.

It brings the withering of life, and all its leaves,
once green and shining in the morning sun,
now setting on it all, in evening grieves
for lack of interest in what life has done.

Compassion leaves the mind, once fired and prime
and old and tired now beats the heart we knew
life now mundaned by passing of all time,
there's nothing left the heart would like to do.

     Old man, you're numbered to your final breath
      and no one cares for all your sweat and tears,
    your rest is not until it's done in death,
      but keep the faith in what you've done for years.
            © ron wilson


Details | I do not know? | |

On The Edge Of Sanity

The heart is heavy, and the burden won’t be borne away, I seek the sun beyond the 
weeping moon, among the mourning stars, I seek for hope in the faces of those 
forsaken spirits, I moan silently, wailing for the diseased dream, and the rain softly 
washed away the remained memory of the sunlight, leaving only darkness in the 
horizon.

I weep delightfully, as I amputate the hanging wish, releasing my soul from the ghost 
of hope; comfortably I sank in grief, unwilling to rise, refused to pass through, this 
comfort drifted in my veins so ruthlessly I almost couldn’t breath.

Oh, woe for the dreams that kept me hanging on the edge of sanity, and woe for those 
promising tomorrows that faded in the ashes of solitude, for the foolish in me had finally 
crossed the way to the fairyland where a heart can dwell in peace.

you can find my writings at:
http://echoes19.wordpress.com/


Details | Concrete | |

It was always one-side


I never knew if you ever thought of me
So I kept my feeling to myself so for my own selfish
Reason I could keep you closer toward me.
But without warning you fell for another and easily
My heart was broken,yet and still I carried on with that
Fake smile.Never saying I love you,never telling you my
Growing feeling,before I knew it you left me alone in this
World,yes in this world which was so cold and heartless.
My skin grew cold when I never got to say what was always
On my twisting mind. When I smile I really cried,When I laughed
I really was frowning,When I would look at you looking in you eyes
And knew this was a feeling of disappointment since it been one-sided
Since the first time we meet but now you've gone and left me in a world
Which is so cold only you made it warm enough to go on.
If I only could have told you the truth would you had not been running away?
My heart aches my bones break my head numb,to think I feel in love
with a guy who knew only how to make me cry.Just exactly what I am I?
This was our farewell even if it was all one-sided just telling you now 

I honestly always will love you


This is for the man I loved who feel's for another....and he passed away 09/29/12 saturday....May you rest in peace Saul and come back to me soon


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Im Sorry

I hope you remember all of the bad things you have done so far
I hope you still have the chance to fix them 
Im sorry it took me forever to write this letter to you
Ive been meaning to save you from what your about to become
For some reason i cant get a grip on it
I dont know what i want to say
I dont know how to help you
Im about to tell you about some of the things you are about to do
Right now your 16
Right now you are sitting on your bed listening to music
Reading a book on your favorite band
Smoking that cigarette
That will soon get you into all the other things that causes more problems for you
Try to avoid the guy you are about to let into your life
Remember that your not allowed to talk to strangers
Remember your mom told you that when you were 7
Its about time you listen to her
You will meet a girl
And you will end up hurting her
Dont take her to that club 
Where your band is about to play
Your not good at singing
And your bass playing still needs some work
Dont embarass yourself
It lowers your self esteem
And you will try to committ suicide
Multiple times
But dont worry 
It doesnt work
So stop trying to 
Kill yourself
Remember the night when you ran away
And went to go live with your aunt
Yea...
Shes about to kick you out
Look under your bed
You will find 500 dollars
You put it there when you were young
You forgot 
Thats why im writing you
Remember it
Take it and use it wisely
Dont use it on the drugs 
Dont use it on the beer
Use it towards a better future
So then i dont have to write this letter again.

12-13-12


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Wasting Time

Way above the street lights
Watching yourself die
Waisting time

They left you in so much pain
You lost everything
For so many years
You pushed me out
Cant describe how i feel

This time im not going to watch myself cry
im not going to bury myself on the inside
You say you want the old me back
If you want me back
Your going to have to ask
Nice than that


Details | Rhyme | |

Forty Lost

Time moves on,
and soon will tell,
when asked for whom
they ring the bell…
 Forty lived
…and forty lost,
you left before twilight.
When it’s half as much,
at twice the cost,
you’ll  bask
in perfect light…
We live in castles
…made of sand,
we come as a stranger,
but leave as a friend…
Remember now,
your last first kiss,
those times will be
profoundly missed…
Your smile indeed
could cast a spell.
You learned to
play a bad hand well…
With all our hopes
and dreams in tow,
we are old too quick,
and wise too slow.
Life’s an elaborate
complex dance...
Would you live again,
if you had the chance?
 
 Copyright © 2013


Details | Lyric | |

To See Her Smile Again

It tears my heart to see my child
So lost, alone and sad
Shattered by her loss
And all the hopes and dreams they had
Knowing she pretends she’s strong
But deep inside she fears
Knowing when she’s all alone
She cries her silent tears
When I hear her laugh
I know it just a fake disguise
When I see her smile
I still see sadness in her eyes
She has no arms to hold her now 
No words of love to hear
No comfort from the love she lost
The man she held so dear
He made her life worth living
Two halves that made a whole
The only man she’ll ever love  
With all her heart and soul
There’s nothing that I wouldn't do  
To take away her pain
To see the girl she used to be
To see her smile again
If I could give him back to her
I’d take his place tomorrow
To see the light shine in her eyes
Instead of pain and sorrow
I know he watches over her
In hope one day he’ll see
The hurt, the pain, the tears she cries
Are just a memory...

For Bree 
xxxx


Details | Free verse | |

The Angel Who Never Knew

She was an angel
But she didn't know
Life was hers for the choosing
But she chose to let go

Her whole life before her 
But she didn't know
I saw her fall from heaven
The day she let go

She fell into
My broken arms
All of my charm
Only caused her harm

I cried the day
She went away
I close my eyes
See her angelic face

She didn't know
She could save
What does it matter
She went away

And I hold her name holy
As the ghost she now is
My only wish
Is she knew how to live

Life is so fragile
In the arms of an infant
Possibiltiies endless
Endlessly infinite

I remember how 
she could smile
Made shattered dreams
Seem worthwhile
I could do anything 
Under her gaze
It was me she saved
Then ended it all away

Why did she leave me
To figure it out alone
Why was she helpless?
Why was she cold?
Angel unknown
Please return to this presence
For reality without you
Is never as pleasant

The thought of her
Awesomer 
Than you can imagine
She kept me going
By reviving my dragon

Invision a world
Of no material
All in existence
Live in indecision
For no one knows
What they really want
They want a world
That's not enough

And then she returned
To carry in peace
Her healing touch 
reached inside me
I know she's there 
Though I can't see
I feel her halo
Watching over me
I feel diseased
Then it went away
In the same fashion
As she did one day

One day abruptly 
A realization
Was my life
Really worth saving
I'd trade for hers 
On any plane
Because an angels special
Until they're gone away


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Along The Way

I say goodbye
To this chapter in my life
Im sure you will get the answers
When im gone
So when the day comes
The sun will not touch my face
Theres mistakes
The path is long
Look at my face
The stories it could tell 
The ones that wont erase
Tell the ones that cared enough 
That i finally left this place
So play the song
Its something to remind you
When im gone


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Goodbye

Remembering all the things we used to share
things we used to do together
when we were one
crumbling like buring leaves
glue couldnt put them back together
words he used to speak
the air that filled my lungs
Heart beating faster with every word
the feeling disapeared the night it all went wrong
nothing but guilt and tears filled my eyes
praying that the devil would make me yours
and youll be mine again
nothing more is left to say but the word we all fear
Goodbye


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

My own reality

My own reality


Can't you hear me talking to you anymore? My eye’s following your every move. Should I give up or embrace your touches?
My wounds are fresh and open your hug your kisses are like the salt of another truth what am I to say when my breath disappears.
Hey! Don’t ignore me when it fits you the best, like the snows in the twist the open hole where my heart was frozen over.
What other words should be entitled to convey the words I can speak but fear of the rejection. Standing tall and being dumbfounded are to different things. Nor am I plaything for you. But I shall believe in you and with every lie you tell shall it cut clean through.
Fall. Fall. Fall. Down to where the devil resides and tell the lies of the dozens. What a fake world did you live in where you could smooth talk your way into someone heart, have lost your ever loving mind?!
Of course the price is high to give up your ways for everything you see and hear as the price of devils height.
So how shall I explain my reality to you? 
I see you smooth talking your way into a problem to blame on another.
I see you breaking more heart then a Casanovas streak path.
I see you stepping over the ones you’ve made fall.
I want your warming embrace but at the price of hurting myself how should I let this change me.
My wounds are fresh and you lie and fake promises are the salt into those wounds, do you enjoy killing me? 
This is the reality, the only one I know, my own reality.


Details | Limerick | |

Not the material guy

Not the material guy

I’m not the material guy
Ambitions were never for I
I’m always the one
That gets noting done
I’m a dreamer, I cannot deny.

My mind it is not very clever
My heart is as light as a feather
My manner is free
Like a bird in a tree
And I never will worry, not ever

Just like a river I’ll flow
And always my heart it will glow
I won’t push the river
So life does deliver
A feeling that each day does grow

Until the day that I die
I won’t let a day pass me by
Without looking at me
At within, what I be
As always I’ll ask ‘Who am I?’

18 September 2013 @1800hrs.






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Death is her name, Separation is her game


I felt at unease
My love, at tease

I embraced her close
Yet feared I her loss

She saw my sweat and fear
And my eyes look elsewhere

“What has put your heart on fire
Has my lover turned to a liar?

What secret have you got to hide
If love other, then with me confide”

Replied I

“For past few weeks
Have I been in pains

My heart trembles
In fear, humbles

When I see you approach
I see Her too encroach

I wish to love you at all times
But She shatters all my hopes

Both of you are as real
I cannot deny you either

Ah! Death is her name
Separation is her game

She comes uninvited
To have lovers frightened

Nightmare of life is she,
Pirate of Lovers’ sea is she

Ridicule of love, her hobby
She cares not for any lobby

Ah! Death is her name
Separation is her game


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The Grateful Guilt of Greatness

I'm just barely trying not really fitting in Age wiser the miser who keeps transcending lessons and blessings keep him grounded in hell this wild child lives not in fear but much with it, far and near Sustaining any bit of stress nothing's important when driven into madness then you've lost, beyond the control that brought you close to greatness exiting down inside the hole of emptiness on which my house was built it landed it on the wicked witch killed her in a grateful guilt The worst think they're better the rest think they're dead the little you know should be invested into knowing a little more to use on the road when all luck is licked I take my luck in the cold world for it's no existence of diamonds and pearls spoiled souls are ugly and twisted while lesser men shine bright for they got used to the void of nothing while the greedy wish to get higher to steal the heaven light Now everything is wrong they bottle their pain exploding, as they fall victim and pass on the blame never at fault stone solid in guilt a champion devours until their dreams are fulfilled nothing can stop them moving like a train up a hill giving up not an option I don't need no one that's my favorite lie I wish it were truer than the darkness of night for I once knew her she kissed me just twice then walked away from my sadness and on with her life I carry that with me as a mistake of my former less informed harmless soul It took all the alone time for my conscious to grow and repair all the damage I gained in defeat defeat now her destruction is nothing but another demon I beat Don't blame me for your limitations they were probably placed there not by mistaken so the potential for evil can never take root and your seed never spreads into a new movement of youth that wears your menacing glance I shake your shaky hand I see the way of the culprit in your uneasy glance and the way you carry yourself high above all the rest I'll give you that feeling that to me is the nothingness Much like the nothing you come to realize your doing for the better spreading your lies as if you believed them like the false belief in yourself happiness is that door that you haven't opened yet or you wouldn't so freely steal it from those who have always so jealous you don't know what its like living without it As I say in final thought I put in the work now so later I'll not and when I reach greatness I'll remember the way with your own shovel you dug such a deep grave.


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Solar Love

Every star is someone eles's son (shield your eyes) shrug off hate from everyone familiar place been here before thousands of nights the ocean shore coasts are changing minds align hate and fear must now resign connect the dots move my child tame the shy wake the wild shred advice relayed from the miser castrate cancer obstructing the wiser transcendental the hydrogen burns furnishing life each time earth turns


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Beauty Beyond Memory

When memories cry
 When memories fade and die

 I'm going to grow old
 My passion
 My fiery passion
 My flaming lust is going to grow cold

 But my heart will always flow with a molten, love lava
 In your name this lava flows through my veins
 My heart beats for you
 My heart will never cease to beat your name

 When I lose my charm and my glamour
 When I lose my physique and my game
 When I'm old and wrinkly
 When I cannot look myself in the mirror
 I'll still stare at you

 When memories fade
 When I forget the days of the week
 And the months of the year
 When I mix names
 And faces
 The memory of you
 Will always shine bright and clear
 Your image
 Has been burnt to my memory
 I will never forget your radiance and beauty

 I will die happy
 With the image of your sweet smile
 On my mind
 And love
 On my lips and in my heart


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St. Vitus Dance

The staccato stammering of bass guitars
punctuated the flash of strobe lights.
Limitless vistas of black and gray;
smothering the crowd in ghoulish poses.
Framed, as if frozen, in a glow of acid white.
Some stagger, their movements mimicking,
the rigors of death or birth?
Others jerk puppet like
upon invisible, randomly clipped, strings.
And, as the music grinds to a halt,
driven by the apocalyptic pace of the Disc Jockey,
and the hard scratching sound of synthesizers;
the charmed, trance dancers disperse;
swallowed whole by the shadows.

*St. Vitus's dance was a social phenomenon
that occurred primarily in mainland Europe 
between the 14th and 18th centuries; 
it involved groups of people, sometimes thousands at a time,
who danced uncontrollably and bizarrely. 
Men, women, and children would dance 
through the streets of towns or cities, 
sometimes foaming at the mouth 
until they collapsed from fatigue....and the beat goes on....


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The Pride of the King - from the epic 'The peasant and the prince'

Let not the pain of death enter my body
I the Pharaoh, son of the gods
Here my wife, who is the daughter of the Nile
The daughter of Isis sits beside my throne,
Is she not beautiful?

I live and roam the abode of the gods,
In eternity I stay with the majesties
Of the immortal gods
Mortality has no hold of me
I alone carry the staff of Osiris,
Behold! I judge thy weight of the heart,
With that of the golden feather
Thoth that measures thy heart shall tell me of thy hearts content.
If I find thy heart lighter than the feather;
And find thy honesty,
I shall let you enter the heaven of the gods and goddesses.
If not, than, a beast to devour thee, waits for the dishonest.
Know me by my throne, made of gold
I am cloth with ornaments made of jade and sapphire,
White silk of clothing, with jewels from far away lands.
Anyone that dear look down upon me shall die
And those that despise me, shall fine their homes burned down,
with fires from heaven.

Who am I? I have asked thee
Look at Anubis, the son of Nephthys bringer of death.
Do you await him to bring me great sorrow?
Shall he warp me with a yard of cloth?
Shall I find peace in death and my fate be judge by him?
If so, I have a place among them. 
My afterlife is in paradise, their awaits a bundle of joy
With music of the immortal, with harps, lutes, lyres
And servants to tend to my every need. 

But even if I die, the weight of mine own heart, shall be as light as a feather.
For I know mine own honesty.
As I sail across the sandbank of Apophis,
I have my guide, Ra, the god of the sun to light my path
No monstrous serpent of chaos shall wreck his boat,
The boat in which, I am in.

So, I ask thee, traveler from the west
What is thy business with a god?
Look at my palace, is it not magnificent?
Has is not, the decoration and flowers that surpasses all human designs?
I have built these with rocks
Sands was the foundation of my legacy,
Shall all things compare to that of the passed days?
I carry the burden of my glory, and yes, it is heavy.
But will such foundation as the sand be strong enough to hold against the tide? 

Love is abiding that is true, but only in those who welcomes it.
My love for my beautiful wife, oh! How well have I been treated
With love from her is better than any pleasure a man can have.
Faithful to the gods or my wife? that I know not.


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The Unhappy Moth

She chose a red scarf. The most red 
of them all.
Of a dark red, a sweet and thick red color,
just as wine.

She carved from the red scarf
from the middle
to the size of a Martini glass.

Then she carved one more glass,
and she kept carving 
till she fell asleep.

Yesterday
she saw her Beloved Moth 
flirting with a Younger Moth, 
carving together from a sweater
while she was getting busy,
carving in the shelves.

The Unhappy Moth drank lots of wine
woolen wine, 
last night.
She drank lots, too much
for a Moth.
The Unhappy Moth got drunk
and fell asleep
on the red scarf,
unhidden
with a heart filled with peace.

She was not afraid no more. 
Now she could be seen easily,
laying on the scarf
and easily crushed.

The Unhappy Moth was not 
afraid of death no more,
at least, now she knew 
how wonderful the red scarfs are
and that they taste
like red wine.


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in her brevity

her kisses were gossomer cold...honest
she devoured every star on which she rode
at times, amber spirits would peal the veneer
expose the pulp of her mind...scarred...
one night the shine sprinted from her grasp,
living dullened that wild horse stride...
she curled up in my heart palm, 
wilted and worn-like a scorched flower
slashed by the lightning streaks of life...
told me she was frightened of it all
at times she wished to be weak,( to sow strength?)
to be legless, aimless( to polish the stride of her wandering being?)

at the end she devolved 
her heart became a cloud high paper wall, 
on which everyone scribbled their hate... 
but nobody breeched her heart like i did
nobody
that is our legacy...screw them all...
we were
a smear of black and red petals in the morning frost...
a frost ,that for now kisses all my dreams

she was strength- weakness
a rainbow of disease
buckled
but
complete...in this brevity called her life.

R.I.P
K.P


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The sunyassin

As far as I know this is a true story about Alexandra the great...Peter



The Sannyasin.

Alexander said to Dandamis
"Old man you come with me
For I need me a sannyasin
To take across the seas.
Hey you be just a beggar man
I'll make you rich indeed
You'll live a life of luxury
With everything you need.

Dandamis standing naked there
With silence in his essence
He had no fear at all did he
In the mighty leaders presence.
He said "I'll give you nothing friend
And there's nothing that I need
So Alexandra drew his sword
Tried to make the beggar plead.

Dandamis laughed and said these words
With power in his voice
"You can put that sword right through my heart
My friend, that be your choice.
But I left this body long ago
I have no use for it
So pierce this heart my fine young friend
It won't harm me a bit.

Alexander he was beaten
By a fearless beggar man
Though he had won most of the world
Dandamis foiled his plans.
The beggar said "You say you're great
But that's not true at all
For any man that thinks he's great
He be merely a fool


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A Mother's Crossroad

"A Mother's Crossroad" staring at the tiny white casket tears cascading as raindrops fell sorrow surrounds my heart holding blue basket with his favorite toys crying with toll of funeral bell. though grief usurped my saddened soul mourning a loss precious and dear one memorable moment in time made whole for a Mother's crossroad was drawin g near. emotions swallowed my life that fateful day no purpose seemed clear to live or exist searching for answers; uttered words to pray breathing had vanished inside Death's Mist. should I fade into the Past? should I retrieve from pain? should I deny my family, at last, to cease to be? what would I gain? to bury a child hurts so very deep yet change always makes Life turn as the human heart avows to weep for forging forward was my concern. a Mother's crossroad healed within while memories lingered of a sweet son who gave me strength to seek to win choosing a path toward a golden Sun. *For Gail Angel Doyle's Standing At A Crossroads Contest. *Written by: Linda-Marie The "Sweetheart" of P.S. *Oct. 31, 2012.


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Wake Me, When the Morning Comes

A night full of nightmares
and suicidal tendencies,
feeling pain rush, like tidal waves
crushing me and blood boiling
anger wishes and takes the best of me;
but can I heal my own heartbreak?
Will I ever find love again?
See the angel of death come to me,
smiles and says come with me.
Oh, Wake me, when the morning comes,
so I can show evil the light.

Feelings eternal and fragile,
she walks some lonesome highway
travelled by the ones who fall in love.
She a grand fool, who takes life for 
granted,
wake her with the morning light
and shine down rays of goodness and 
pride
and show her the path that leads back to 
me.

Wake me when the morning comes,
place her upon my doorstep
and a smile upon her loving face,
I'm not ready to move on just yet.
I don't want anymore nightmares
and nightly visits from the black angels.
I don't want to see blue eyed Death,
with his grinning skull and black robe.
I want to see the sunshine break through 
my window
and I want to hear the birds sing love 
songs,
and the trees dancing to the wind's sweet 
melody.
I want to awake to her sweet and glorious 
beauty.
Wake me, when the morning comes,
when I can open my eyes to anew
and see life in a new day,
and live life in a new way.

-10/5/2013-


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Here Is Gone

Ever thought of something so much
That when you wake up it just automatically
Crawls into your brain cells
Shoots them with laser beams
Until they explode 
And that’s the only thing you have left to think of
Because everything else is fried
Ever wish you could go back and change that night
Wish that you wouldn’t have left her side
That you would have just listened to your heart 
Instead of your gut
Instead of that little voice that echoes
In the back of your head
Ever wished that you wouldn’t be reading this poem
That everything could be like your dreams
Like a family who gets along
Like having a famous relative
Dreaming that you had a better life
More money to spend
More bass guitars to buy
Less drama
Then you find this special someone
Who you can really relate to
And you never want to let them go
But somehow they slip through your fingers
Then your life crumbles 
Falling down like the rain in a thunderstorm
Wishing you could change everything
But you just start over
And try to move on
And somehow end up at the beginning all over again



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heart shaped box

Sitting cross legged on the floor
He pulls out the heart shaped box from underneath his bed
Opening the top and laying it on the floor
He looks inside the heart shaped box
Finding old pictures
Broken memories
And regrets of his own
He looks through the pictures
Gasping when he finds what he's been looking for
An old picture of him as a child
Glaring at the picture 
He sees an old man in the background
Bringing back horrible memories
Of the old man beating him
The old man wasn't old
But acted old
he quickly shuts the box and puts it underneath his bed
His mother walks up the stairs
"ready ?" she asks
He gets up on his two feet and walks downstairs with her
They gather there things
And walk out to the vehicle
She slams the door and starts the car
The boy sits in the seat and watches the view
As there driving by
The reached the destination
They both get out of the car
she holds a tissue in her right hand
The young boy walks up the stairs 
He sees a whole bunch of people
Standing around a coffin
The old man's funeral
The boy walks up to the casket
Stares at the old man
The boy touches the old man's hand and smiles


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Three days Saved

It's been nine years, I have counted the tears-
  they have made trails of guilt
  worried into my heart 
  then filled with loneliness and bitter despair
but by your grace I have been shown...

For the first time, in these nine years, I have not wept
  nor held a vigil to honor our grief
though the loss still burns, this time it is transformed

Peace from your love still reaches through death
  and through your eternal love I am reborn
  
 It is Good Friday. 
When God took your spirit home
  and left me dying to know,
  how to love him for his sacrifice
  when he asked me to give up you?
How do I heal this death and rise with you in his arms?

Through your love I was born, and in your arms I grew
 and it has been your love the kept me whole
 that taught me how to be reborn
    for even though your body has gone
    your words lost in the wind and breath no more
The essence of grace and strength you lived
- it grows still in your daughter soul

My being and existence came from your womb
  my heart and mind shaped by your enlightenment
I have lived a life you gave me and for once
   I live it in pride to honor your sacrifice
your words giving me the guidance I'd lost nine years ago.

Alas, I've come to know, that as you died
  and went home with our Lord, you saved me from my death
not in your dying, my grief and love can attest,
    but in your living strength and loving example
       you showed me how to live a life
             open to our Father's gift

We knew it would not wait, but the parting was too fast.
I sat in thought three days before your sleep and asked,
"In three days time my savior died, I wonder hence
   what of my soul will rise with his?"

And now sitting Easter morning, 
  holding my sons candy-filled basket,
I realized Three days passed.

  He took you home Friday morn, but left me love,
that eternal love that never dies
whose comfort is unending

I honor your love by giving it to my children
         and Easter morning I felt your hug, your kiss, and knew 
                                 you have never left me
.
Though God took you home Mom
I know you have never left me
for as our Savior died and rose
you too still live in my heart, 
showing me proof our Father's blessings

    because you, my love, are my soul and all ready there
there fore I am strong enough to give this pain up 
       to honor his sacrifice and transcend,
           to be humbled by the grace and mercy
          that could forgive such lost lambs as I


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It Isn't Arcadia but It's Darker Than Hell

This is where death is the child and I it's Laborious hand holder

Jagged night, lean souls
blackened sight in the martyr moon
crooning crows and brazen ravens tear the skies through

Crooked grins and demon walkers make the evil hallow
and the meek surrender

Beads of fear saunter a stream's pace down my tired countenance
The weary die. Her voice bleeds a susurrus...
"Doth thou arrest my poison...my heart...my love"
I only reply true "May I arrest the blade of my weary foe before I arrest thy poison kiss"

There is a place where the mad prophets speak
Where god speaks confused tongue
Where Babylon is anew

This is where death is the child and I it's laborious Hand-Holder


-Kalonji A. Davis
2/18/2010


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A New Hope? (Not Star Wars)

Cleaner air

No more despair

Fighting stopped

Doves they do flock

Together we rock

United Nations mock

We live as one

God has no more song

New year start

Forget terrors heart

 

If you think this will happen

Think again you dreaming marder

As long as the earth spins

Evil has to embark her

This is not a Care Bear® story

We dont live in the clouds with clowns

Finding the lost unicorn is not our biggest worry

Stop smoking and come back down

Until the day comes where we must unite

To save the world from Klingons and fight

We will always argue over who came first

Science, religion, Jehovahs witness, or mothers giving birth

Thats just the way nature is, beautiful but full of hate

You dont see the Lion and the Buck high fiving

As they sip tea on the porch and talk about the hippos weight

They must survive and kill just like the humans trait

So tell John Lennon he made a great song about Let it Be

But also tell him hes more likely to see the DoDo on Discovery

Not that I dont agree.....

I would love to see the world in unity

Unfortunatly......

Earth has man, and man is what is killing me

Until man dies there will never be hope of loyalty

To my mother earth........


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Mort De La Mort, The Death Of Death

There is something intoxicating about the absolute stillness of night
I am most at home, at ease, the tell-tale heart of a vampire
Indeed, I have never been anything but, born into this life a demon
Spawned into this life by hate and resentment

I have fed upon everyone I have ever known, everyone I can ever remember
All that was human in those around me, seldom have I not destroyed

I have been merciless, I have been death

 

Tonight, the hunter becomes the hunted and who would have known it
Magnificent a creature, a natural born killer, meeting her bloody demise

What was a heart of stone has now started beating to the sound of human dreams

I can only thirst for one thing, with satisfaction impossible elsewhere

Him, my reaper donned in perfect flesh
A powerful being that has broken me so entirely, I have been forced into mortality
I am a mere shadow of the monster I used to be

 

The tragedy that is seeing life with the hearts eyes, I offer myself to him completely.

I will not move, I will not run and I will not hide

Tear me to pieces like I have torn all I have ever encountered, I yearn for it

Every cell in my body begs for our final dance, the Waltz to my own demise
Now, to look upon you would be worth a thousand deaths, and I invite them all
Find me, take me, end me.
I will rest in the memory of your flawless face for eternity, as hell welcomes me with
open arms.


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John Lennon

Imagine if he'd lived,
The words he would have sung,
The songs he could have crafted 
Had he not died so young.

Imagine if he'd lived,
If death could be reversed.
Would he still be promoting peace   
Across the universe?

Imagine if he'd lived,
Would people still believe
That he was just a dreamer
Dreaming double fantasies?

Imagine if he'd lived,
The truths he would have sought. 
But instant karma failed him
With one fool and four shots.

Imagine if he'd lived -
But we're the dreamers now
Dreaming of the many ways
To make the wheels go 'round


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The Sadness in and of POETRY

As a Teardrop, I see so much Sadness in the Heart of mankind
As a Love Teardrop, I see much “Madness” in the Heart of Mankind

As a Teardrop of  Death, I see so much Grief , so much Pain : LOVE
As I roll down the contours of Your Cheek I can smell the Sorrow in my LOVE

As a Heart’s Teardrop, I see many endearing Memories, my Sweet “LENORE”
As a Heart’s Teardrop,  I see my Endearing Dream “BARBARA JEAN” For Evermore

                                                      To Be  Cont. 

                     Dedicated To the POETRYSOUP “POETESS and POETS"


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Seeking accompany

Seeking accompany- Zamreen Zarook
 
I kick to wonder what made me to cry,
Am really writing as a fry,
Myself launch to be dry,
This ink will be a victim for my cry.
 
What really went wrong with me all these day,
What made e to forget my last day,
I realized I jumped out of my track yesterday,
So I regret for that, what is called as present today.
 
Happiness have started to wave hands for this sinner,
Sadness have started to move inner,
The faults that I considered as miner,
So far changed as a miner of a winner.
 
My face was a comparison to sunlight,
Where as my routine changed it to moon light,
I wish to get that twilight,
As a sinner I started to search for that enlight.
 
I started to enjoy what is right,
I remade my faults as a kite,
I wished it would fly apart from my  sight,
My system said, you are free from your rubbish weight.
 
It proved that I always should depend on god,
In whatever the variation of my mood,
He is there to clear my victorious road,
So, I started to live according to His code.


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The CareSoul Carousel

The music chanting with no sound
The circles spinning round and round
Things are blurry from either end
Your vision lost in upper suspend

The horses flair with no despair
They see him coming as they prepare
To take him to his enchanted land
To take him away from the evils hand

The clownish music making fun
Of real life clues for the end of sun
As horses spin to help the one
Escape all hell of grown up pun

They spin and neigh and free his mind
Forgetting how the world is mine
Forgetting how his thoughts are bound
Releasing prisms of light bended sound

The barrier they do constantly break
The circles spin at a faster rate
The childs laughter turn to one of hate
The horses turn to bones of deaths smiling face

The cirle now spinning faster to one
Becoming a blurred vision of boy vs none
It spins so fast you can no longer see him
He has become apart of the blurry evil den

From his view he does not see sin
He see the horses grow strong with men
The knights of good bestow his land
As the carousel takes him to this grand

The horses grow a pair of wings
This must be for the flight of kings
As clouds they part in the land of good
This boy has met his version of pure

Our view the circles spinning has stopped
Nothing left inside the horses have rot
The boy no longer laughing out loud
His stare now a gaze with nothing of proud

He mind has left his core still around
The carousel took his soul below ground
The carousel brought this boy to his knees
But the one that knows is the one that sees



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Starcrossed Tragedy

A Silent Night's Hunt for a Tigress so blunt, Left the Fiend dancing with my Thisbe's Cloack But where was She? Her Drenching blood is all I can see The Night of Sanguine, The Night of Rapture, Tonight was meant to be All Behold This Tragedy ran by Dark Energy, My Lost Lover's Plea A seed of what is to come, In this starcrossed Tragedy, For I can not live without you, My Pyramus, All I need, My reason to Breathe One sight of me bleeding away from reality, started this tragedy and with me It shall Grow The Pain wasn't enough for me, To Live on with me Love without consequence, The Damned Saint, The Angelic Demon The Darkness of the Sea, Carries away with me, In this Starcrossed Tragedy A Star traveling across the moonless Night Sky, In the mid-summer of Verona, Fell from her glorious light, I have lost my guide, My need for Life Every balcony I'll climb for you, Just to Caress you once more But now it is too Late, My Juilet Let the Poison Fill me My Body dyed In silence, Dipped in Paralysis, Forging the Will of God, Feigning the Clutches of Death, My Romeo I prithee to you, See past The Illusion, Caught in the Webs of Love's delusion A Dagger reached my heart once To see you martyr for our love A Dagger reached my heart twice The Pain wasn't enough for me, To Live on with me Love without consequence, The Damned Saint, The Angelic Demon The Darkness of the Sea, Carries away with me, In this Starcrossed Tragedy Once the Morning Retired from her weeping The sun shined into her eyes, then his Lifeless, their dream will live on Every Petal will be Avenged The Pain wasn't enough for me, To Live on with me Love without consequence, The Damned Saint, The Angelic Demon The Darkness of the Sea, Carries away with me, In this Starcrossed Tragedy


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My Kashmir Burns (Part 1)

I picture Kashmir through lightened KL. News of another massacre darkens my eyes
Winds are thirsty there. They continue to taste the young blood.
I groom myself with exquisite things,
Sipping ice tea in ac room, I comfort myself
And Kashmir burns. Kashmir set ablaze

I can smell the warm blood of beaten corpse
Where from winds bought this smell. Somewhere Karbala reborn.
Mosques are being slammed
There windows stoned. And the black boots leave their footprints on Mimber
Even God judges on evidence
There is one Imaam left now; he hides her daughters in his shadow
A blunt knife in his hands; soon he will sacrifice them to keep their innocence
Kashmir is burning. Kashmir is bleeding
And I write.

Army jeep chases the tracks. To find the associated bodies
They are alive now. Soon they will be dead
From Patan to Sopor, And in narrow passages of nostalgic downtown
Ghosts of curfew
Haunt the houses for young souls.

From the Kupwara cantonments, search lights chase emptiness
Nothing is left now. Search lights can’t see inside the graves
A boy there went missing for two days. His father starts digging his grave.
I put my earphones on and I close my eyes. I sleep
While my Kashmir is ablaze
“It’s me poor farmer’s son. Kupwara’s charm, I feel no pain”.
I see him so alive in my dreams.
He chants songs of Mahjoor from his burnt lips. My hands shiver. He has no finger nails.
I see his smoke tanned skin. Same as that of Khayam’s barbeques
He stands at a distance from me. I can still smell kerosene
“Tell my mother to let her heart become cold. Her heart will not bear my state.
Tell my mother to let her eyes become blind. Her eyes will not withstand my sight.”
I follow him towards his tortured body. He tells me to follow the spilled blood.
His blood has made its own Jhelum. I row on it. Until it gets lost in black boots
The story will turn into legend. I find his body no more.

On the streets silence prevails. Nobody has permission to wail.
Sisters are beatifying coffins while brothers look for stones.
For bullets there will be stones
Kashmir is ablaze. She is wailing in grotesque tones.
In Lal Ded hospital a new born cries: Father register me at cantonment then take me out
Death is recruiting in dozens at a time.
Tomorrow is curfew. Death has no curfew pass.
How they want to identity you. Becomes your identity
People burn up all you identity cards.


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A MOMENT OF TRUTH

this light may bring hope…
a snap of moment to lead to truth…
i am of what i am because of the truth…
somehow Sulu will rise forth…


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The End Of The Road

The end of the road is a gloomy place to be
There is nothing there, nothing for the eyes to see
The end of the road is where I now stand
I wish you are with me, I wish I could hold your hand 

The end of the road is where we will all one day end
Wishing in our hearts we got off when we took that last bend
The end of the road is the place to say goodbye
The place where the heart's hopes and dreams do die 

The end of the road can come sooner than expected
It will all depend on the path that you selected
The end of the road is fate's most horrible surprise
Makes your heart feel like its as cold as ice 

The end of the road is what I now face
I should bow out and exit this world with grace
Here at the end of the road is where I leave you my heart
Please know that I will always love you even as I now depart



(What is the end of the road? Is it death?
Yes it is death in whatever form, could be physical death or it could be the death of a heart 
but whatever kind of death you see in this poem, one thing remains that even at the end of 
the road the soul still chooses to give importance to that person he considers his half, even if 
she doesn't feel the same)
JEB


Details | Free verse | |

The Cremation of My Uncle- 2

When his truck met
with nature so pure,
Did he know his time
was coming to an end?

Basic elements of life
taught each day
not to think twice.
Giving humans oxygen,
yet encouraging a raging fire,
just ordinary trees.
Did he know they would 
cut his time short?

A cremation vault so sacred
destroys our lives.
It put him in a vase
rather than a box.
Does he know now
that he has come
to an end?

-Caroline Youngless


Details | Elegy | |

Saddest Christmas Ever

-DECEMBER 25,2:37 AM-

SHE WAS THINNING 'WAY-
HER COLOUR GOING GRAY
WHILE SHE DROWNED IN SWEAT:
"GERALD,HAVE YOU SLEPT?"

HER VOICE SO OLD,
AND GAVE ME THE COLD.
BUT HOW COULD I SLEEP
WHILE MUM'S LIFE COULD CREEP...?

I HAD BEEN CRYING
WEEPING AND WEEPING
SILENTLY FOR HER-
MY MOTHER WAS DYING..

I CREPT FROM MY BED:
NO LIGHTS; POOR AND SAID-
I HELD HER WEAK HANDS-
COLD WITHOUT LIFE'S TAN:

I HEARD HER BREATHING-
AND MY HEART CRAVING
FOR MAMA'S GOOD HEALTH.
"BUT," I ASKED MYSELF:

"WHY MUST SHE SUFFER
NEAR A WEEPING SON?"
AND WHERE WAS FATHER?
HE WAS DEAD AND GONE.

I WEPT AS I THOUGHT.
"RETURN TO YOUR COT,
YOU NEED A NIGHT'S SLEEP."
SHE SPOKE, MY HEART LEAPED.

"I SHALL BE HERE UNTIL
 DEATH IS NOT FULFILLED-
YOU SHALL NEVER DIE
ELSE I SHALL GHASTLY CRY."

SHE PRESSED ME TO HER HEART
AND GAVE ME A GENT' PAT.
"GERALD,PLEASE LET US SLEEP
AND MY SON DO NOT WEEP.

"IF I DIE, THEN GOD CALLED
CAUSING WEEPS TO COME FORTH-
BUT DO PRAY FOR MY SOUL,
TO REST IN HAVEN'S HOLD."

"BUT MUM," I CRIED."DO STOP."
"SON," SHE CONTINUED."DEATH 
IS INHERENT TO LIFE.
DEATH COMES 'ROUND AS WE STRIVE."

I TOOK HER HANDS IN MINE
FEELING THEM FREEZING,KIND:
-THUS ENDED HER EARTHLY STAY,
WHILE I STILL HAD MUCH TO SAY.....

...AND EVERY LAUGHTER EVAPORATED
FROM MY FACE  AS EVERY CHRISTMAS 
BRINGS SAD MEMORIES
BACK TO MIND......

-BY GERALDARTS
CONTEST NAME-"Saddest" Christmas Ever
SPONSOR-Constance La France



Details | Epic | |

The Settlement of the Four Ligures

The stones slipped through the great fingertips of God
Each ligure staked its existence on the four corners of the universe
The quadrivial region began to spin and pull into a sphere
And pathways revealed their footholds 

The fourth ligure bravely landed in the midst of history
So that one day the future settlement of the second 
Would be moved by the last—by the past
Suffering much it stayed
Manifesting in incandescent words
Thrusting evanescence upon the weak
Selfless, it's sorrow would move the merriest
Would move the unmovable

The third lies in the profound valley of mystical guardians
Star-recruited, they are the very light above the canvas of gray
They embrace the stone—are inspired by the stone  
The very reflection of their creator was evident
Upon their unremitting glimmers
Unafraid to stare the others down
Motivated and construed by the glower of death
Eyes move fixedly beyond the simple vast

The second ligure rested upon the shoulders of invisible martyrs 
The hopeful power it planted on the sufferers was unbelievable
For spectators used their disbelief to cover their ever-placed envy
They never were part of the battle—they merely watched
Always seeing truth
But they never quite absorbed
Like a rock hitting the water
The inevitable fate was to fly and sink

The first of the ligures settled in the very reservoir of Satan himself
Even the very heart of the devil is marked
Though rebellion embarked  
The cold stone landed upon his naked bosom
He despaired not to the pericopal truth the gods had bestowed upon him
He merely despised it
But wished not to lose it
For such a stone to fall upon that dark corner—he felt pride for the gracious wound

In truth, there are twelve ligures of stone 
And four were dispersed, dropped into the universe
The last eight the great Eternal wears upon his breastplate 
And only He can re-move these ligures

-July 20, 2013-
-For Shadow Himilton's Any Subject Contest-
-Thanks for the inspiration-


Details | Free verse | |

Amor

In the heart of the deepest silence,
Where days and nights all colored black,
Laid the souls escaped from pestilence,
Never will death trace their tracks,

Amor my loved a one of them,
There laid in years fast asleep,
Dusts covered beauty once of fame,
Still vivid it's color my heart has keep,

The lake of time is deep and calm,
And my beloved laid there like a lily,
While peace and  stillness governs her presence,
Entangled in serenity of unconsciousness,

Yet even the eagerness of my longing,
Is amazed by the frank of her boldness,
As the days of the living are hurt and screaming,
Hers is patient in waiting and waiting,


Details | Name | |

Tupac Shakur

The Elvis of Hip Hop,
United passion with verbal skills,
Poet, actor, model, Revolutionary,
A young Soldier, ready to die, 
Created for a purpose.

Sadness embraced the world,
He had to go.
Actively remembered by fans.
Killed by misunderstanding.
Unbelievable prediction of his own.
Rest in peace Pac.


Details | Quatern | |

Your Only Friend

     YOUR ONLY FRIEND       
Out of the night she's called for you
and raised you from a restless sleep
into the life you're going through,
into the life you can not keep.

She's known by all, her name is Death,
you see her, then you realize,
she is your very final breath
and you have seen it in her eyes.

You look again, to clear your head
but truth is truth, and now you know,
your book is finished, it is read,
and now it's time to go.

So long you wondered who she was
if she would ever be a friend,
but now you see the love she does,
and it is there beyond your end.

She whispers all the things you've done
and sings them in her song
each rising star, each setting sun,
it all played out, but played out wrong.

And there is nothing here for you,
so welcome her, she is your end,
and go to where you must go to
to know sweet Death, your only friend.
        ©  ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet


Details | Shape | |

Uncle Sam's Hokey Pokey -- shaped as his top hat

                                  


Uncle Sam's Hokey Pokey
                                 _______________________                                                
                                     l      l      l       l        l 
                                     ya' put your red flag in
                                                  ya'
                                      put your red flag out
                                                  ya'
                                       put your red flag in
                                               and ya'
                                       shake it all around.
                                       *           *          *
                                  ya' stop this hocus pocus
                              and we'll turn this thing around
                                end war's what it's all about!


Details | Lyric | |

UNFOLD

The pain of change as it unfolds
Is oft a tale that stays untold
What is seen is a whole creature
not deep holes in the feature
nor concrete soles that makes his feet hurt

It all begins with a soft kiss
He is walking with a false bliss
Only following in paw prints
But the nature of mom's lips
Is to rob him of all innocence

Trapped in warm spindles of fear
A wrapped life form kindles in here
Four years bound to shingles of moss
Time to leave this life of sloths
Break free like that of a moth
and Rise again like Christ on the cross


Details | Rhyme | |

An Amulet of Peace

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
An AR16 rifle in my hands….
Seemed like such a paradox,
In the paddies and jungles of Vietnam.

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
A man’s life was in my hands….
That life was not only mine,
While trying to survive in Vietnam.

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
Hoping for guidance by God’s hand….
Ignore our sin, keep us alive and safe,
While fighting in Vietnam.

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
My duffel bag in my hand….
After 13 months, I was going home,
No more to fight in Vietnam.

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
An Honorable Discharge in my hand….
Only to be spat upon, called ‘baby killer’,
By ‘peaceniks’ against the war in Vietnam.

An amulet of peace no longer hung ‘round my neck,
The challenge of a new life was at hand….
Found love, happiness and some success,
And tried not to think of Vietnam.

Again, that same amulet of peace hangs ‘round my neck;
And I hope my friends all understand….
I want our courageous young men and women
Out of Iraq and Afghanistan.


Details | Free verse | |

The Eyes

The Eyes

The eyes so shattered and so blue,
You sit there and you knew
The pain of losing someone close to you,
And you beg for their return,
But a wish so great, can never be granted.

The eyes shattered and blue,
Watch you,
Take the bottle and drowned yourself,
They watch you destroy yourself,
And they know what they do,
Yet they show no remorse, no pain in heart.

You fall asleep
On a dirty mattress,
Held up by broken dreams
And nightmares,
No pillow, no blanket
Just air you float on.
And your blind eyes close in the night,
The dreams come back to haunt you
And the eyes, they watch you,
So shattered and so blue.

Till three o’clock hits again
Wake in cold sweat,
Spiders on webs weaving a nest
In your head,
A cry out for the Madhouse,
Where the eyes so shattered and so blue
Stare at you, through a window with no reflection.

-10/3/2013


Details | Lyric | |

Tea Time

Love in your bones, perfection, divine, a wandering heart pure is thine?
A moment in time, immaculate, sensual, alive, we align.
A mass of vibrating energy combines.
Lost here, safe there, warm dear?
Our love melts crippling fear.
There is no divide. No moon owns this colorful tide.
So now we jump! 
Inside my manic depressive ride.
Will I? can I? Abide? to society now, I have a bride?
Shirtless, shoeless, beard is long, happy am I.
Fear not, even King Kong.
Wife at home, smoking tea and high.
Jesus Christ! I sigh. sigh. sigh..
You pinned my soul, my thoughts and I..... 
Dreamed to die.
My, my, my.
Your cold hard shell.
I loved you then and wished you well.
A living breathing tree did fell.
Is it cold in this, your damp black cell?
Silence.....
Now. 
For this happy fat sow.
Expectations melted, I chose, I allow.
By camp fire I love. I warm, with stars above.
Tea in hand, lying back, to know someday I will love.
I toke on tea, enjoying my smoke. I love it here, so real. 
Remote.
For me, for me, I toast, I joke, this bloke owns nothing.
Sorry. I lied. Frothing. I do own something this lovely green smoke.
You strive for things, material and plastic, a waste of energy, I think, a joke.
Funny you see? means nothing to me, like you I wrote.
Happiness is. So very near, its here, shockingly clear.
Your mind, your head, to freely choose.
Before your old and dead, dead, dead.
















Details | ABC | |

Girl Rising

A Young Beautiful girl with so much spirit in her to lift the soul

With blissful hopes to come she would become a queen they did not want

Many loved her beauty as a child but her step mother

Of a selfish dander king family did not like her at all

They wanted all but wrong for her and to lock her in a chamber with ash 
And dust that filled the air

Far away from society king wanted because they felt she was from rags in poor

Stead of riches and wealth a lonely child from the cottage where
The king’s witch of a sister raised her.

She became a slave scared to face the king’s wicked sister

She abide by what she was afraid to go
With a single tear she longed to be free and become
Something more than an average girl.
But a girl that rises up from the hate and dander rules set by one world

She wanted to be free to be loved and liked for what she believed in

As the days went on she grew stronger and rising from the pain in her heart
And by the twisted society by her step moms brother who wanted nothing 
But sorrow and to be down in the dumps of rags 

She took a stand for freedom a stand for love and never backed down
From her past she kept on fighting a battle which seemed endless

As she looked to the moon crying out with screams that echoed in the forest
Sounding so loud half a forest could hear

She took the dagger and the shield took it to her heart and utter words like these
          Lord of the sky’s guide me today and give me much more strength 
    Then I had yesterday and as my will to rise be ever strong may I not rest 
Till this dander evil king is no more

She went off and into the castle she snuck into with mighty dagger and shield with the heavens by her side she struck him out and proclaimed freedom and love to all this is a girl truly rising faith and all that stands for what’s right a brave girl that rises from hate
this is a girl rising up from the pain 


Poem story for contest( Girl Rising )
by brian otoole 8-05-13


Details | I do not know? | |

Time marches on

The heartbeat of man

Skips when you enter

The waves of holy water

Create a tidal wave of pain

Your presence creates anemosity

Only secured by the vein

People cry when you show your smile

For reasons unknown to to the pure

Your glistening reflections of light

Bounce of the cross on the hill

As she hammers in the last nail

He waits for death to be still

The dark hooded being shows his face

Revealing his crooked smile like yours

You warm touch and soft embrace

Makes his passing far from kill

Your smile enters mine so pure

Only to be replaced with freedom

As I pass unto the next form

I will provide you your wisdom

The cross is burning

The cross is on the floor

Time marches on with no racism

Time will end all with thrill


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

ONE NIGHT OF LEGEIA

    ONE NIGHT OF LIGEIA
Half from anxiety, half terror born,
I see her rising breasts, from pages torn
Out from a dream played out so long ago,
I knew I'd not forget, or ever know,
a lock of hair fell to where lace is worn.

The beauty of her eyelids vagrant line
becoming much a part of Poe's, and mine,
as candle light from distant chandelier
reflected from her eagerness to tear,
and made each teardrop fall in sparkled shine.

The night progressing through what's meant to be,
discov'ry of a soul mate's constant plea,
as hair of raven black fell to my face,
and fancied every nerve, throughout our chase,
while love's sweet ending, touched the two of we.

"I love you!'s" Feigning death, add to the spell,
she weaved throughout the night, we loved too well!
And when the end began, our Fifth Alarm
gave cadence to our pace out of the norm,
and brought the ending only Poe could tell.

Sweet love! Sweet dream! We died into the flame
from lack of heart to play out love's sweet game,
and hope to keep the ending constantly,
Orgasm of the soul, for Poe and me,
as close as love may come to stay the same.
        © ron wilson (aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet)


Details | Rhyme | |

Call Me Monday When I've Made My Millions

How true it is- it's you I miss, 
Deep inside my Heart's bare core 
Oblige me, please, with one more kiss-
Oh, my Love- this I implore!
Of you I dream the sweetest dreams, 
That in my arms you hither lie 
When I awake, and seen what I've seen, 
By my own guilt I wish to die!


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

No Parachutes,safety nets,souls,or hope

Love is whispered and not forgotten
If this be so
I deaf to soft lipped invitations seek no thought of hope
I of no past collection hold thought
To forget is gruesome and beautiful

My eyes, swift allies in my war of world tell no lies

Silent in the 4 walled chalkboard blue
Shakespearean mad men twist their tongues with words of bland hue

I believe the concept of Ugliness is more profound than that of beauty
Dreams of my bladed face fill up behind my eyes...scratching my mind

Nothing goes SURPRISE! anymore
To love and lose is not the exciting protagonist to never having lost love

the optimists run in circles
pretenders of despair hunt themselves

Every street is Desolation row and my window is covered with blood

Nothing comforts anything
No advice

....just surprises


Details | Lyric | |

For You And Me

It  was  for you and me ,
That Jesus left His throne,
Bore the scourge and agony,
Shivered His flesh and bone,

It was for you and me,
He took the awry tour,
Towards the dreaded Calvary,
Summed His tortured  hours,

It was for you and me,
That Jesus bore the cross,
Paid the greatest penalty,
That death supposed be ours,

It was for you and me,
He wailed the gloomiest cry,
It was for you and me,
Jesus was nailed to die,

Oh, that you and I may see,
Our wickedness beyond measure,
Jesus to set us free,
In our stead bore the torture,

His love mysterious great,
Knocks  the door of all men's heart,
His mighty power recreates,
Renews our lives whole to restart,

It was for you and me,
When on the third day death sufficed,
The savior left His grave,
Victorious he arised,

He rose back to His throne,
Sitting by His Father's side,
Prepare! He's coming soon,
Today is to decide,


Details | Couplet | |

If you leave I will die

If you leave I will Die

These words spoken, nay more a yell
has put my heart deeper into hell.

Astonished indeed the grip held tight
from grandmas weakness came mighty might.

Her pleading eyes forever will haunt
until the grim reaper to me will taunt.

Across the states in airplane I flew
when call of grandmas dying became my news.

To sister and father these words she spoke
when Catherine arrives, tomorrow my last awoke.

With her visit she declare “I shall die
willing and ready, all peace have made I”.

Yet simpleton girl, granddaughter did make
“No death to you, a healing you shall take”.

Each day grandma’s strength vigor and glow
“Run away death, this passing I shall slow”.

So strolls in the park under brightly lit sun
granddaughter believes this battle is won

Such dependence a quick arrive
 now that grandmas been ordered …survive!

Seems her life saved now owe I do
grandma demands, switch of the shoe.

Walk in my stead weary she say
Bored beyond, each passing long day.

Her bidding I cry “What to do ?”
“Walk, chocolate? Fix my air tube too” !


Said  not in grace nor thankful choir
not kind to you, or nurse for hire.

The walls came in on me at last
must break free, these walls to blast.

An avalanche of tears came down
now grandma left with a terrible frown.

“You break my heart ,you must not leave”.
 And I to her, “I must you see”.

“But if you leave I know I die”.
 These words to me, did make me cry.

Yet out the door, I did make pass
 Knowing soon come, my  grandmas mass.


Details | I do not know? | |

Father Times Trap

As he sits with heed

He knows your greed

And sets this trap for you

He does feel your pace

As you stalk with no grace

To the prize of freedom and true

He knows your style 

As he smiles with guile

And hopes you kill as you do

For you claw and poke

When you feel his hands choke

They wrap around your neck now blue

The track of laughs

Now eerily cast

As you force a smile so crude

He releases his grip

Forcing you to trip

In the trap he lay for you

Friends by your side

When you feel time collide

They are now passing over anew

As the good book did say

You will feel me this way

As you see you lord savior pull through

To get out in front

You kill those so blunt

Your knife with the blood of the Jews

Your stab everyone

To get what has come

As you trip over the body of Sue

She was your first love

Killed by your own glove

To get to the trap for you

Now is the time

As your friends say their ryme

As they pass and laugh at your tomb

As the door closes in

Ones killed by your grin

Are smiling back its just what they do

To see your black eyes

In constant demise

As the trap has finally got you



Details | Free verse | |

Uninvited Loss

You were out shoveling snow 
Exhausted you lay down for a rest
Heart was exerted too much
You had no idea that the end was near

You were healthy and robust
Never heeded heard warnings
I hope you felt no pain 
As you drew your last breath

News of your death came
Massive heart attack in your sleep
Denial and shock registered first
Anguish and sorrow followed

Unbearable pain, heart shattered
Scalding tears, immense grief
Unwelcome change, life altered forever
A daughter left without her dad
 


Details | Free verse | |

Sweet Children, Sleep

To the Newtown Children

A poet cries with broken heart

Look thine hearts be washen clean with death,
God knows how hastily can be
By an unfitting goodly young man
Become just another evil’s killer.
Take thou no mean of life
That so tenderly and small
Arranged now along that cold room
Where a hundred of parents
Like you and I look on poor children that thou think:
One day they shall be a doctor or a thinker like us.
To understand really why the hungry death
Has to do for their final journey in front of this sickness?

O, children! American children! My children!
I warn thee in all my heart and soul
That could not happen so earlier on life
And where thou cast the peace and saint in the kindness of grace
Take care of them from danger, thou take for a leaf
And makes my heart bleeding every one like us become angry
How in this heavenly nation this massive fate could occur?

Hold me fast in thine embrace God,
Where my despair cannot be silenced,
Let you and me and everyone else to knee and cross
Our fingers against our chest and pray for them,
Give them, Lord, thy blessing give,
Pray for them and mother as well,
And I shall finish this poem with trembled
Fingers and tears cascading over this bloody
Sheet as an awaken wind has just blown it from me.


Details | I do not know? | |

Cowards

You cowards

Cant face my truth

Bow hard

The union will prove

Revolution

Full force at you

Fake fools

Pat each other true

Broken smile

Your teeth pollute

Eyes wide shut

You perceive the youth

Again you cowards

Trip on your booth

Soap box of losers

Try persuade the troops

Speak to your own

Tired exuse for suits

Political clowns

With your red nose truth

Blow your balloons

For the children of Zuess

And read your fairy tale

Of Jesus in the white suit

Stupid cowards

Cant face the real truth

Too high powered

And the reason is a clue

Your false egos

Take them back to the zoo

By them cotton candy

And finger their wazoo

Stupid cowards

Why must I be like you

Foolish poets

Roses are blue


Details | Narrative | |

Frozen Golden Hair

His smile was as warm as the summer sun.
But his cold-cold heart chilled the soul.
Debonair, golden hair, he often had to run!
Those notches scratched in his paltry pelt,
Lay evidence of his lusty embrace.
He was a hit and run, son-of-a-gun.
Many young women, 
Slapped without a trace.  
A new fair maiden fell for his heat.
He ripped virtue out, with a lusty hold.
Surprised at the end, not even a friend.
Her heart suffered.
The serpent’s sting –
All alone in the winters freeze,
Seething, in woman’s scorn.
- Loved and left without concern -
She had esteemed him, true.
What to do?
The answer soon was clear.
Death paid the toll in the winter cold.
Her sorrow would forebear. 
Debonair, golden hair, 
He no longer had to run!
Her smile was as frigid as the winter’s freeze.
And his cold-cold heart lay icy, still.
Death caught this man who left with fast feet
No more notches would he carve in his strap!
She grinned as she patted his manly pelt.
That winter of his frozen golden hair –

© February 13, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen


Details | Free verse | |

Black out

A rocking chair settles in the core of darkness
Time flows through the room
Narrow room
Empty as a drum
Four walls
No threshold to help me run!

Silence speaks
Screams its words out

Candle light grows dim

A symphonic humming of trees
And the yawn of the night
Fills the room
A wind crosses through a sealed window
Leaving an echo of a cradle song behind
Air shivers
The candle sought for light

Silence turns to rhythm

The echo of the gravelly voice of time
Tick, Tock
Loud heart beats
The sound of a pen
Scribble, scribble


A moment of hollowness
Pen hits the ground
A numb, Heart ache
Tightness
A Voice of pain growls

Silence turns to shadows
A swift glance to memories
Tears shed to words unspoken

A dull voice of a clock
Tick, Tock
A shallow breathing nearly fading
A rocking cradle
Blurry room
Heart beats muteness
Blackout

A threshold helps me run


Details | Lyric | |

Meet Me At The Gates

Standing across from damien
whom had been his lover for yea
He takes his heart out of his chest
And places it in Damiens hands
Kurt says "this heart belongs to you"
He askes Damien "do you want it?"
Damien places Kurts heart in his hands
"i dont"
Kurt throws it to the ground and stomps on it
Looking down at his crumpled heart a tear 
Falls from his cheek
He starts walking away
He falls to his knees
Like suffocating
Damien runs over to him
But is blocked by a black mist
Damien stands there whispering
"Kurt come back"
Kurt stands up and places his heart
Into Damiens pocket
As Kurt turns and walks away
The sky opens up
And kurt rises to the clouds
A few years later Damien joins him up at the gates


Details | I do not know? | |

The Carrion and the Vulture of Poetry (Part 1)

The news was brief so take a breath

My "be aware" vision peered its head tonight

Poetry died a tired lonely death

And those damn poets caused the death of might

The carrion of poetry lay still with blood of ink

After years of neglet it finally gave in

As the "poets" unite to slay the beast

The "poets" unite to set it to sleep

Together they committed suicide

Together now turn to genocide

For "poets" forgot to feed its soul

Now the carrion of poetry lies down low

A bird of prey sits on a perch

The bird of prey from poetrys church

Now cleans her head of former blood

As she looks down to see the "poets" flood

She sees them cry so desperatly

Sobbing their ink of insecurity

She perches high to see the show

Of silly poets who killed their own

She elongates her wings to free

As they have been waiting constantly

For mooments like this are natures call

For moments like this bare souls to all

Her claws of might clutch to the sky

Grab a hold the tears of Gods cry

For HE created man to see

The death of themself from poetry


Details | Senryu | |

Ice King

 Ice that will freeze the heart
shaking icy mountains
roaring like a lion does
thunder echoes around
with ice in hands body turns to stiff
heart faints weaker
Tears fall of cold imprinted on face
beneath his mask lips of lavender 
face as white as a ghost
Fatigue of a warrior 
ice blades that cut razor sharp
heart turned to blue
from harsh torture of his endless soul
among the most powerful 
the king of winters
with ice of bone he conquers all

By

Brian Otoole .......

Poem for  ((skat-oz ICE KING Contest))
08-05-13

(((I held an ice cube today in my palm for almost 15mins in my room with full ac power on held it tightly and after palm froze stiff I imagined the pain of dieing by ice)))
 so I took sub zero picture you posted and it inspired me way more to write this poem for your ice king contest and feel to pain of the ice and cold in palm and in my room.im still very cold now even after this poem 



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I Heard an Angel Speak

"I heard an angel speak last night and he said "write"

Hearing this made my heart sing and my soul contrite,
Each time I visit the resting place of so many bones.
Angelic statues look upon me, those of granite stones.
Recalling the words they said to me was so intense.
Dreaming was not a factor, for I was indeed awake.

Angels spoke to me and said write a poem from hence.
Now I pour my soul and spirit into words without forsake.

Angels, the army of God, guard the Heavens above us all.
Nearer to God, we all know they are, answering his call.
Graves are the resting place we visit our loved ones on earth.
Even though we know their souls traveled with loving worth.
Listen in the quietness and your ears will hear them speak.

Seek behind the shadows, be not afraid, and do not be weak.
Prepare to listen to beauty of nature that visits each day.
Every flower and tree holds the power of eternity’s way.
All your saddened heartaches will disappear, upon your listening.
Know the fervency I have found, in Angels eyes glistening.


Written by
Cecil Hickman

date:06-14-2011

written for
Sponsor Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~  
Contest Name Angels In Cemeteries 


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The Carrion on the Vulture of Poetry (Part 2)

The vulture soaring high in awe

Creates her spine to prepare the fall

As though a bullet from the gun of HIS hand

She flies down to the Carrion of grand

The poets now flee as she sets sight

They run and scatter from her diving bite

She sees the weak and focuses in

Her beak enters first, on the "poets" with sin

The "poets" rely on her constant cry

For help from above as more come to fly

One after one they enter the chest

Of poetrys carrion they endulge in the best

The ink from the soul of poetry bleed through

On the face of her cleaner as she stares at you

With those eyes so black they could eat the light

From the page and the sage of your poetrys dear fright

As she sees her baits killer staring in awe

She realizes her job is not done at all

The "poets" she admires with her beak draped in blood

Are the fools that allowed this to happen with no judge

She removes her beak and see herself

In the reflection cast upon the "poets" true shelf

It is her that she sees as her eyes focus in

Convergant Evolution is the answer from HIM

As she raises her wings high and lifts her soul

She is now "poetry" as she did engulf

The thoughts of man as she flys away

She does carry them high from the "poets" true play

"You are now scavengers like I was once" 

She replies to the fools on the ground in dunce

"You will now kill yourself for the one is in me"

True scavenger are yourself as you peck each others feet

"Poets" I laugh for you killed your own

"Poets" I cry for the future in a drone

"Poets" I am angry for there will be no more

"Poets" kill yourself and your carrion will be slow


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The Rubaiyat of ' Lenore's LOVE '

The - Rubaiyat of  “ Lenore “ LOVE

In a distant time  of memories, swimming in a deep blue sea
Floating with the clouds above , disguised as azure tapestry
Forest eyes, gleaming in the evergreens, soothes the leaf of oak
Gone; not Forgotten, my heart Forever yearning : entwines with she

To live the life of Heaven, You hug the Trinity : Forever You Live
Waiting for the eons of Eternity when I gather all the Love you have to give
Forest eyes, gleaming in the evergreens, whispered words unspoken
Seeing the Light, Feeling the Glory : yet Love’s blood; drips through a sieve 

One drop at a time , Cleansing the Soul ; reunite  the true Hearts of LOVE
Together again for a moment in the serenity of time which flies as a pure white Dove
The Sunset smell of YOUR Auburn hair, the Chinese silk of YOUR skin
Embedded  in the bands of a Watch called : ‘ Eternity “ Never ending LOVE

Embracing YOU Lenore, is like touching the hem of the Universe
To gaze upon such “Elegant Beauty” ; Love creates an unquenchable Thirst
As I watch YOU : Waltzing across the Horizon  : Climbing the Stars to Heaven
 The Comet , Blushes : Red as Roses ;  Nova dims :  Cries  : “ Why were You First “

Remembrance of our Youth ;  “ Exuberant LOVE “ Prevails upon my Mind
Your long Auburn Hair, tickles my Soul;  In my HEART : Your Forever I Find
And I Dream of the Forest : as YOU Illuminate  it with YOUR “Emerald green Eyes”
The Fern breathes Life; the leaves ENTWINE  with Love Always : to which I am Blind

Gaze upon Lenore and Your Heart does not skip a beat : You are not in Love, as I 
A kiss upon Her “ rose Lips  “  a kiss of Eternity”  a Kiss I may never know until I Die
The encore that the Heart beats for, is the Overture of a Life Budding in GOD’S Grace
Lenore : with all of Heaven’s Love Surrounding YOU each Day "an Image in my EYE"
           Inspired by the Contest  “ Hey, Mr. Editor “ Sponsored by “John Heck”
 First 3 Stanzas Written on Feb. 27, 2011 ; Second 3 stanzas Written Mar. 2 2011 ~   More to come ~  Dedicated in Loving Memory of My Wife " LENORE "
                                        Honorable Mention


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THE STATIONERY BOY

THE STATIONERY BOY

His little dark street
Is at home in the silky cobweb;
His little dark street
Is only loud in the missionaries’ prayers,
It elicits a gaze in very few people,
It is but an uninvited guest to life.

The stationery boy hands out his beautiful fliers,
Like a messenger of his little dark street.
In his big clear eyes a tear is born,
Not as an accusation,
But as wonderful love,
His heart is young and full of hopes
That someday his big silent tear
Shall drop onto someone’s palm.
  
A new day is born in his wonderful spirit,
Perhaps somewhat cold and strange,
But a new day, still.
Oh powerful destiny, listen to your unloved son,
Wake up the sleeping star;
Wake up the sleeping sun;
Wake up the sleeping hearts of men,
So that the new day may be a friend to your unloved son.
  
In the inaudible shadows, he has his faithful listeners,
In death he has a faithful visitor,
His young beautiful eyes are more familiar with death than life.
When so many happy children gather around the city’s Christmas tree,
His dear young heart is loudly beating into the deaf nights,
Like a silver bell,
So that his small, dark home would be alight with a gaze.
  

When the wonderful northern wind brings
Happy children’s voices from afar,
Like a modest Christmas gift,
The stationery boy is building his little kingdom of happiness
In his vivid imagination,
His days and nights may be cold and dark,
But his imagination is bright and completely wonderful,
It shines in the darkness like an angel.
  
His silver bell is ringing beyond the heavenly dome.
If you want to show a real angel to your kid,
Hurry towards that little dark street,
And you might be lucky enough to see the stationery boy
Before he gets his silver wings.

  
©Walter William Safar
  
  





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A TEA PARTY OF TEARS

                                                        .THE TEA PARTY OF TEARS
                               
                              ."Each experience is locked within my heart and only I hold the key..."
         
                                                        .A tea party for just us two.
                                                        Bestfriends are me and you.
                                                  In church is when first we met as kids.
                                                 Always together no matter what we did.
                                                  We had good times through the years.
                                                  So much laughter and not many tears.
                                                      I'll keep you in my heart forever.
                                                    Bestfriends will always be together.
                                                   It broke my heart when you passed.
                                                    But our friendship will always last.
                                                 The white flowers I will lay at your feet.
                                                   In heaven is where again we'll meet. 
                                                            Teresa Skyles                   20-Aug-11
            Entered in Constance La France~A rambling poet~"A FRAGMENT OF LIFE"contest


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A Walk Alone

Quick as a blade lunging forward to claim a life, is this darkness falling upon me. Whispers of a sorrow, known so long ago, float in the thickness of the night. Twigs snap in the distance, I turn but my eyes fail me.. My own hand in front of my face goes unseen... then, all becomes quiet... 
   Walking along a gravel path, each step makes the pebbles unearth and dance along side me until coming to a halt.. Searching for even the slightest sign of light.. my head tilts towards the sky looking for the moon or the stars to show me what little comfort they could offer.. I am alone. Even they have abandoned me on this wicked night. Owls hooting in the midst of this forest, as if to let the rest of the forest know I am here.. and I am alone.. the wind at my back shows no mercy on my path to find light.. it taunts me, urging me to run as if it knows something I do not.. As soon as that thought was finished, a screech! 
   Snapping and cracking from branches being broken in a direct path to me. Finally I can take it no more, rendered so helpless, Frantic, I run blindly with arms reached out in front of me to take the blunt force of whatever I may run into.
suddenly, there is a loud "THUD"...
   The screeching stops, as do I.. Heart pounding intensely, it is as if it is not my heart at all, but drums being played.. Lungs threatening to collapse as my knees buckle. Tears of fear streaming down these burning cheeks..
whats that? Foot steps! I ask myself, from where? I spin, there!
   Don't scream, don't move..  Crouched down low to the ground. Eyes burning from the rush of tears, heart wrenching and twisting between my ribs.
A light! Scared, I stand.. One moment passes and the next I'm running... but why? Light is what I'm searching for! No..safety.. from fears and my pain... 
   This forest is a manifestation of my fears.. I must face them!
My feet come to a steady stop. Turning to face the enclosing footsteps.. My adrenalin is fading I can now feel where the broken branches had their way with the bare skin of my arms and legs. I can feel the lumps forming.

The light!
Eyes shut I cling to a nearby tree.. deep breaths in, deep breathes out.. bracing myself for what is about to come.

My eyes dart open...


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Music is my life

Music is my life and it helps me from getting my heart broken 
Most people think I am crazy for trying to distract myself from falling in love with someone 
besides you, but the true is I am afraid that I will fall in love and then get hurt again 
I am just fine to wait for you because we have true love baby and even if we are ten states 
away that does not have to stop our love
 
Most my friends try to hook me up but thats when I bring out my music 
The one thing that can not break my heart 
The one thing that will love me forever 
The one thing that I can relate to 
And most of all its the one thing that distracts me from finding someone like you 
I only want you in my life time  

You have to understand that I will not wait my whole life 
If I cant have you I will find somebody who can make me laugh 
Someone who can make me cry out of happiness 
All these things are things that I loved about you 

As I grew up I figured out that nothing will ever be the same 
I know it sucks it could always be worse than what it is 
thats what you told me before the accident happened
I wish that could have been me and not her 
I would have tried to at least save you and she just walked away 
She was being someone else once she was done with you 

Now as I think I have to move on but my love for you will always be the same and I will 
always say my favorite three words and think of you and the last night I saw you "I love 
you"   




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On Dying

On Dying.

I was strolling in the sunshine
It was half past afternoon
And I even heard that new born baby cry.
As I carried on, I heard birdsong
That I’d missed my whole life long
Me mind had told me I was bound to die.

But the whisper in my heart said “cool
Look at the positives, you fool”
As he tried so hard to make me understand
That One must open up ones heart  
And see the whole, not just the parts?
It could be ones demise be kind of grand.

For positives have negatives
And negatives have positives
And life may choose to dance with you
With Death in fact enhancing you.

And then those trees did sparkle now
They seemed to glow and gleam somehow
And life seemed like a candy covered dream.
And now I know that every man
Is here to learn to understand
As still I wonder just what all this means.    


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The Second Coming of God

The good book does call for the second coming
Beyond the gates he does show his face cunning
The drip of the water that beads on his head
Holy water from the veins of the dead
Dark is he with ears pronounced
To hear the fall of those announced
His beaded nose to smell the fear
As he lines his pockets with your soul so near
Your children will fall for his precious spell
As he whistled with glee steering boats to hell
His empire will rise like the 4th Reich fuels
As his moustache no longer is needed to rule 
Instead he is kind or at least he seems
As the leader of evil will make your child scream
He will deceive as you enter his land of kind
As you sell your soul to relieve your mind
Today is the day the second coming comes true
Today you will kneel to a rodent so cruel
As you slip your dual ears to look like him
Say you holy rosaries and submit your kin
Put your white gloves on to cover your black
For Mickey Mouse is your God and the ruler of tact


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Mortician

A perfect specimen as I live and breathed,
Bespelled by the enchantment she weaved
Bowed lips serene smile,
Baby blue eyes that twinkle and beguile.
My partner tried to discourage me,
Of falling too deeply.
But her raven hair beckons my caress,
She was the only one I wanted to possess.
Her limbs supple and pale,
She was a 10 on the Richter scale.
Careful with craft of trade,
The make-up and hair artistically displayed.
She lay still as I created my magical touch,
Just my kind of gal not talking too much.
For her eyes I choose a pale blue,
That brought out her coloring true.
Her bone structure perfectly defined,
Stepping back to critique my design,
I painted her lips crimson red,
and thought to myself such a shame she's dead.
Her limbs rigor induced,
Even in death built seduced.
I being a mortician could see,
Essentially professional I had to be.
Her hair a deep raven black,
I gently pulled it back.
Leaving it to fall across one perfect shoulder,
All the time thinking I want to hold her.
Her lips beckon one chaste kiss,
I knew I would surely find bliss.
Cold lips so bittersweet,
Sending a jolt to the heels of my feet.
If I would make love to this magnificent queen
Would I be known as morbidly obscene?
My professionalism won out,
After all finding beauty in death is what my job is about.
Readying her for her family's viewing,
But still sad I would not be wooing. 


Later that day………..


 Awe again another to prepare,
My heart lost in despair.
When she was brought through the double doors,
My aching heart screams I am yours.
Her open eyes were a jade green,
With candy apple lips so gently serene.
Her hair a crown of red,
Such a shame she’s dead...............


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DRUNK AND IGNORANT

A noble story one that ought to be our good host laughed and swore the games begun. Come match the knights tale if you can sir monk. To bellow arms and blood and bones he swore. A noble one I'll pay off the knights tale lets do this right. You tell yours by and by either I'll speak or go on my own way. Everyone listen but first i will propound that i am drunk i know it by my sound. For I'll tell a golden legend and a lie. Forget your ignorant drunken bawdiness it is a sin and great foolishness. Tell us of other things you'll find to lack i see you are angry with my tale but why. cuz you are a fool your head is overpowered by the wine. If you are not enjoying yourselves then cut off my head but as i drink my wine and ale. Whoever won't accept what i decide will pay for everything we spend along the ride. So hold up your hand if you accept my speech reflect a little and don't hold me to blame if you choose wrong don't lay it on my head. And both of them had bawdy tales to tell theirs no sense making earnest out of game.


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life now

the life that you have now 
is the one you will cry over when you are removed from it 
it happens that many lives are taken 
away from the now and when we lived 
the can’t grow fast enough is bicycle hard to catch up to 
crispy in leaves, and, bare under the bark


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I'm Letting Go

Far beyond the edges of my reasoning a beautiful dream stood…waiting to come true
A dream erected up from cold dusty earth to the searing proximity of the sun
A star like dream, one built from hopes, aspirations and wishes
One whose light is drawn in and out from other stars
In its shadow lays the memory of soft spoken goodbyes and gentle kisses 
I have led my life on the side lines too afraid to repeat your mistakes
See I learned the hard way what not to break
The shattered pieces of her heart lay across the living room floor
I have learned also then how to find my way across the battlefield of broken vows
Because growing up when you’re being pushed back and forth between
What you got and what you wanted makes you question
The truths that are your foundation
You start to see cracks in the, ‘I love you’s’ and ‘I miss you’s’ 
And notice the fractures between the, ‘You are my worlds” and the “I can’t live without you’s’
See this father is why my heart has no door even to let me in
Because I live in the consequence of these lessons that you teach
But father know that you are a dream among dreams
A dream whose quarter is rooted in reality
And whose walls I built an inch from fantasy
You are a dream whose ends touch the circumference of the hole that you left
Your razor blade edges cut the inside of my mind and shows up as scars in my personality
But you kept my world and heart from falling apart
Now you are gone…


Where he used to be, God please put a new morning and the fragrance of cherry blossoms in
Spring, let the sunshine in and with it reasons to smile, let me hear the laughter of my
soul and give me PEACE
Amazing, calming, PEACE where there was none. 
Amen


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I have to say Good-bye - Part 2

As I disappear into the dank, Dark shadows  of Death, My Heart Cries
I thought I was doing Everything right, I thought I had followed HIS Command
Lenore , who’s Beauty I will never see again : in Hell, My Heart Cries
I thought I was doing Everything right, I thought I had followed HIS Command

As I watch my last Sunset Fade to black; knowing I will Never have it Back
The Ebony Light I shall Always Live in; the cold Damp Dew of  “DEATH “
Envelopes me : I wonder to myself, will my Love for Barbara Jean stay intact 
How deep I inhale, the Beauty of GOD’S Earth, before I Breathe My last “ BREATH “

                                      To be Cont.
Inspired By Carolyn Devonshire 

    Dedicated to those WHO


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The Soul Shatters

The soul shatters upon death. Sentience fractures into a million variables that swirl chaotically into piercing eyes that melt into the color sadness, spinning into galaxies that shrink to the size of ants and you twirl in a blender of being for eternities until finally, at long last, something sticks. Perhaps it may be as simple as a strand of hair, nonetheless all possibility spins around it, flashing contradictions of rainbow transparencies, empty solids and polka dotted space, continuing until a second hair joins the first, clutching to the nothingness and refusing to move. Soon thousands of hairs arrive and synchronize above a scalp unto a face, torso, limbs… materializing ever faster… and at once you are born. And just as the memory of your trial and error experiments and prior life evaporate, you embrace the arms of a stranger, gazing into her eyes, hung between this world and the next… sobbing in a fit of omniscience, in awe of your hard earned shape.

Jacob Reinhardt
10/15/2013


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Mortals Bleed

Heaven wept for the evil corrupt deed,
Sacred tears course as fragile mortals bleed.
20 precious cherubs lined up to await,
To enter the hallowed pearly gate.

Six other sweet angels trail behind,
Heaven-bound prematurely aligned.
What festers in the heart of a disturbed man,
Evil embeds afore time since began.

No dispute can express sorrow's convey,
Immoral deeds conspired while children at play.
God will make an act known to this man,
Awareness within a heart of bloodstained hand.

The guilt and remorse he'll suffer tenfold,
Overflowed with disgrace his soul has been sold.
It's most easy to condemn a disquieted man,
For the many lives slain at his hand.

But stop to ponder this ignoble shooter's plight,
In his psyche something was just not right.
Yes cherished mortals have left this plane,
Now residing in heaven's holy domain.

But soon families reunite in a divine place,
To once again touch their angelic beloved face.
Grief for the dead will never be shorn,
Embittered hearts thus infinitely mourn.


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Welcome To Living Death

There comes a point in time
Where nothing matters
Where your vision is blurred
Where there's nothing but darkness encircling you 
Where love has lost and Fear has won. 

There comes a situation when you realize your hopeless,
lifeless, faithless, graceless, breathless, and  mindless 
mind has taken over and won. 

Where happiness is feared and sadness is embraced. 
 
Welcome to living death. 


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Silence

"you can speak in a sentence
and no one will hear you

But you can sing a song
and it can reach ten thousand people"

People speak in silence

Afraid of what they might project
If it will harm someone or even them

Everyone is listening
But without hearing a word you say









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The Knock of Improbability (Part 2)

I will try one more time to fall asleep I must try
For I am alone, so I thought, must be the birds thats why
I convince myself its so, and I close my eyes slow
But that knock comes even louder as it did before

Again noone in sight not even the birds
I look around and I am now truly alone with my words
It must be a demon coming to claim what is hers
That my soul is her prize taking me back to disperse

I will not go without a fight I promise you that
I will not give up my soul for your relentless tact
If I must I will cut my own throat before I fall
To your spell I wont dwell I will no longer be appalled

The knocking grows so loud it defeans me yet
She is coming, the soul of lifeless demeaner is spent
I made up my mind I will not let her take me alive
I will do what is best and decease my own life

As I take my humble blade, and cut into skin
I feel my soul escape low and laugh out loud with no grin
I am free no more knock, for I know she is here
To take my soul from my desperate loving care

That is it I did the deed, but where did she go?
I have not seen her come let alone stare into my vacant bodys tear
Why does she not take a look before she dissapears?
But I still hear that knock of effortless jeer

As I fly around my ship trying to locate the ghost
I hear the knock coming up loud as I seem to approach
There it is I can hear it clear she must be inside
As I open the door my spirit turns white without pride

There it stood, a clock that was given to me 
By my daughter to fear off the spirits of evil deed
It lay on its side with the hands moving constantly
Against the table of my choice it was "knocking" at me


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Vultures

Vultures -----

-----------passing over dying shadows

nothing to feast on

the wind came and carried them away



10-26-13

SandyIvy


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The Day Our World Changed

I lay in bed last night thinking of 
 everything and nothing, as I often do.
  For some reason or maybe for no reason,
    I thought of playing on my slip-and-slide 
     when I was a little girl.
In Florida, summer lasts from April until October.
We were always looking for ways to cool off.
That memory led to another and another. 
I remembered our neighborhood.
It came to life everyday with the sound of children's laughter.
Now, I often sit by my window hearing the silence of children 
indoors playing video games. Safe behind locked doors.
Occasionally, the birds come out to play 
or I hear a bull frog croak.
Squirrels run across our fence line searching for places to hide their treasures.
(The neighbor leaves out peanuts for them. The squirrels appreciate the gesture.)   
When I was a little girl, I caught grasshoppers and lizards, but not frogs. 
I didn't like frogs. 
I thought of my succession of childhood bicycles.
I felt free as I zigzagged through the street
riding with the wind in my hair and the sun on my face.
I haven't felt that free in a long time.
In those days, I never felt lonely.
I could always find a friend to share a secret with 
right outside my door.  
Our parents never thought they would send us outside to play
and never see us again. 
The neighborhood was our playground.
Until the day a young boy disappeared from a shopping mall
only ten miles from my childhood home. 
He was kidnapped, killed and decapitated.
I was eleven years old. Our world changed.  
On my playground, shadows lurked and everyone was a stranger. 
I cried when I saw the picture of the little boy 
with the baseball cap and toothless grin. 
My brother was the same age as that little boy. He had nightmares for a while.
I was eleven years old. Our world changed.   


By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
for Debbie Guzzi's Fear contest
Second place finish


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Ultimate Betrayal

Ultimate Betrayal Two years ago my son family came for a weekend Elated, I prepared the house for their comfort to tend Within one hour of his arrival I heard a scream of terror He seized and stopped breathing with a heart error Pounding on his chest, I gave CPR, screaming Oh God take me His babies watched in fright, my heart sank at what they could see I lost him that day he was forty years old. Flashbacks played as my blood ran cold His wife took the children and shut our family out A selfish betrayal of jealousy came about We have not seen the children for two years now Damaging our hearts and bruising our brow I suffer from two terminals, knowing what will be Their sweet little faces again, I will never see Betrayed by one who I loved very much I lost them all that day, with that last final touch. Carole Cookie Arnold 02/16/2010


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DEATH WISH HAIKU A Musical History of Cigarettes

 DEATH WISH HAIKU (AS Musical History of Cigarettes)
L.S.M.F.T.
Snooky Lanson sang it clear
smoke in every ear.

From your Hit Parade,
Frank Sinatra blew the words one time
Didn't Fence Him In.

Dorothy Collin's voice
America there's only one to smoke
Lucky Strike's the one.

Drifting up her nose
pulling smoke into her lung
biting on her tongue

what is she doing?
coffins closing in with nails
death as slow as snails.

Do you want a Lucky?
More satisfaction pleasure
undertakers measure.

Camel smoke was nil
More Doctors smoked  Lucky Strikes
Than Mike Hammer smoked.

Nicotine all day
tie hers up in Christmas bows
blow it out her nose.

Free on Navy ships
Sailors never saw the light
Though the match was free.


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Alive

Have you ever noticed how a paint brush dries out
After two minutes of just sitting there?
Kind of like how you have been drawing for 10 
years and all of a sudden you forget how to
You lost all your techniques
And you move on and find something better
like the lyrics you used to write in school
Thinking one day you'll sing them to the world
And when you finally get a band together
Someone got grounded and everything falls apart
like that time when you did drugs
Thinking it would solve your problems
But it just made them worse
Like a friend
Telling you how to live your life
And tell you what you should and should not do
Its like the first time you felt alive
Holding her hand and being close to her
Then she goes away
And you are forced start all over again
without her


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Flying Witches

Our searching eyes, and how they spy,
Hunting children from the sky
Our hungry hearts, for blood doth cry!
To quench our throats long parched and dry
O'er many Moons have read our runes
Cursed our Foes to meet their doom
Killed the swine atop our brooms-
And sent the youth to early tombs

EVERYTHING HALLOWEEN CONTEST ENTRY
8-25-13

**Halloween contest entry also for Skat
(Is it considered bad form to enter the same poem for the same theme?)
-JustThatArchaicPoet


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A Viking Warrior pt. 1

In the grand days of old let the truth be told/

Those ships and mate's in plight,

With ancient fool's who had launched in an all night battle !

The one who stayed alone and quiet would lose/

A much happy time of old !

Mediocre drawn beers as an angry mob grew bolder !

For the little troll would oft' loosen his undergarments ?

Ready for a fight/

Along came a black knight !

The little troll found himself a bit helpless among the resistance,

In the distance a land far to quaint in which to behold,

Try to filter out the sorrowful resistance/

A castle promptly built for the proud and noble !

What was once thrown down into the rubble,

Yet still my heart beats a bit frantic now ?

Torn in the midst of breathless moments/

We suddenly captured a sweet glimpse of heaven,

But then to suddenly leave again !

With fallen trees of fern and elm,

Then suddenly the sword pulled out of the lasting storm !

With gentle onlooker's to approach,

A vining warrior with hidden spear inside,

Traveler's visiting from the East would often run away and hide ?

Yet what had hit me from my blind side ?

Was it the heavy notion of a wizard living inside ?

A darkened portal that had come to light !

With a famed court prince on some winged plight/

Along comes a big dragon with a focused intent,

Outside a winged servant was inclined to viscously launch out into the night/

To enlarge his welcoming with some frantic fright !

Amidst the hidden turmoil of the given plight/

With the great task in which to make all things right !


Details | Couplet | |

Jada Mortensen

And so she was the girl from Bair.
With ocean eyes and golden hair.
Of heavy heart and light despise
Of cupid's dart and winter's cries.
There came a day when things did end.
Around the corner of the bend
There came a truck and in dispair
The loudest word was spoken there.
And so she left to who knows where.
Whilst many cried because they cared.
She roams around in circles too,
And whispering winds and skies of blue.
We raise our glass towards the sky
And smile a memory although she died.
No tears tonight, not ever one.
For there she rests inside the sun.
She is okay we know for sure.
In better days to now endure.
And so she was the girl from Bair
With clemency; a heart so fair.
And as we lay in bed and sigh,
I'd like to say to you Goodbye.

Rest In Peace Best Friend
11-21-1996 ~ 06-21-2011


Details | Free verse | |

Our Love

Our Love (written in the style of spoken word)

My world eclipsed itself in the shadow of your moon
In the fading of your breath, the gasp of your final death
blacked out to me was the image of your last re-birth
Visions of your glory blind to my infantile sight
I cried out to God "take me lord, for to take my light
is to leave me unto darkness."

Crippled and shamed I crawled to my side
and wept to feel the fingers of your memory
sweep my hair from my cheek
As a child I raged that all he left of you for me
was the ghost of a life losing vitality in time
The world was numb but for the pain
and I rolled in the evanescence of it
wrapped like a proud shawl of mourning
that in this right I would sacrifice
and pay dignitary to what I failed you in
If I could have died, I would have born your stripes
I would have carried your cross
and welcomed the nails home
that all I could have of you 
was the agony
of your leaving...

My Mother I felt your tears too
as I felt in them in your fading
I felt the trails of your sorrow 
as you wept for your baby
Just as your comforts were
love and despair in one
 to me
(for how could I know your life lived in me)
	your regrets were mine misery 
then my comprehension of a Mothers love was foriegn.
Your presence drove me mad
Your death erased my dreams
and your life fed my memories.

Some where the blackness of years
numbned-greyed and I breathed
Some where in a moment I could not name
your presence gave me stregnth as I accepted
the world I now lived

But the majic of the moon faded, 
the faith you gave me staled
the world spun because God commanded
but my heart beat because you breathed it

God is a jealous God, I whispered
Is my loss my punishment for loveing her the more?
The tears trickled to moisture and days cycled into years
and I listened to your whisper, feather kisses
tucking me to sleep, some where in the depths
of the self I did not know, you loved, you prayed

You wept for my loss and yours, but you loved
you held me at night when I longed for you
you cheered for my each new step
and when I first held my son I heard in my  heart your first words to me
" My baby, My Baby' 
so then I understood and gave them to him

In learning this new love of my life I began to understand
not your death, but your life, your love, and why you still 
hold me and miss me as I miss you
but I hear you, I hear him
and I see my son I thank you both


Details | Epic | |

im sick of it

im sick of it
sitting and waiting while people are hating
im invinsable 
i wanna change things 
be a woman that insnt a cleche 
im original 
i wanna be writen 
in books in history 
saying she did some thing 
im dissapointed in humanity
just walking around in complete insanity
so blissfully unaware 
of anothers humanity
how SAD 
you walk into me 
us humans 
are surrounded in stupidity
WAKE UP
STAND UP 
BE AWARE 
just CARE!!

if not Im flying to SATURN !! TAKE CARE !!


Details | Heroic Couplets | |

Showtime

          SHOWTIME
Come life and death of it you blessed rhapsody
you've played for long enough and now it's time to go
there's not a better time than now to let it be
insanities its own and best reward you know

deep in the night while there's no certain thing
but passion for the grief that lingers on and on
as damp and cold as fog as hot as summers sting
come life and death of it before this act is gone

there must be question to the ends uncertainty
that's led us guessing, why was this thing said
and is the act onstage or what the actors see
beyond the blinding light among the walking dead

who come to be amused right through our greatest fear
of no aplause; or laughter where there should be none
and we must speak each word for everyone to hear
exactly as they plan so that the show goes on.

and yes they knew the end before the curtain call
but made production's costs a thing to bear
and every star that's in the sky could surely fall
from how it shines tonnight unless the fire is there

they cannot see the moving of the props around
sometimes in pandemonium, at best in haste
nor setting of the stage--this is our holy ground
the tinting of each face the tightening of waist

there no one dares to tread except for those who see
the detail of it all must blend into the play
as carefully as we make this, our tragedy,
the making up must be complete in every way

we must not let the ending go beyond the end
or all is lost and all we'll hear is mumbelings 
and lack of press where there has never been a friend
so life and death of it come down though pain it brings

let not the curtain to ascend the play is done
and weary are the actors they've performed quite well
as real as life so now the show must not go on
past curtain fall there's nothing more we have to tell.
                   ©  ron wilson


Details | Ballade | |

yelling loud

you say you love me 
you say  you care but when it comes down to it
youre not therre
youre just in the corner 
yelling real loud 
saying 
youre not worth *****without me 
u have any doubt

i fill my mind with silence i calm the storms
i close my ears 
but youre there 
screaming more
making my mind split into 2 
youre not the man i wanted 
i wanted someone that could do
what youll never do
look after youre daughter and me 
thought that made us 3 but its not u and me
youve decieced 
after the woumb youve been in
we r devided


Details | Sonnet | |

Sonnet 40

Half-gun will travel on the western front,
Beyond brothels...gunpowder of debri.
Myself the man that blissful bulletts hunt,
As he that shoots has lost his wife to me.

From dusk 'till dawn my death deceives the day,
By sun and shadows guns illuminate.
So swift did summer sin a song to pray,
Upon that grave my spurs would gravitate.

Herdsmen and hoarses hearken to the hyme,
Of fire flushed from weaponry with flames.
And as I bled my heart did hold the crime,
Of loving her that shared her heart with games.

Wounded by way of weak and stubborn will,
Dying at dawn, death on this western wheel.


Details | Rhyme | |

Dreams Lost

The promise of a brand new world and freedom at my feet. A chance to breathe the city air and walk its concrete street. My ticket was to turn my dreams into reality. Now my fortunes float inside a dark and icy sea. My dreams of finding happiness and wealth in a new place. Illusions in my waking hours had caused my heart to race. Stories of adventures told by others filled my head. How could I know the impending tragedy and dread? The thrill I felt upon the sight of iron and of steel. Painted and adorned, it was so beautiful and real. Although my third-class ticket for the bottom of the ship. I didn’t care as long as I was there to make the trip. Now my limbs are numb and I can barely see the stars. The sound of music fading from the sadness of guitars. The desperate voices crying out in terror and emotion. Are slowly disappearing in this vast and lonely ocean.
Written for Dreamweaver's contest 'My heart will go on and on'


Details | Free verse | |

Love beyond earth

Can you believe I seen love at the corner, trembling cold, naked. 
Begging the people for quilt. For warmth .
Kneeling beneath the star lite sky ,eating it self.
With no other food to be eaten. 
Its feet tar black, it seemed to have walked a far distance, 
but still walking towards people begging with persistence. 
Its left arm amputated, but still gives a lady a warm embrace,
 in return for a measly coin.Its eyes held the innocence of a baby.
Its face  bloody, with scares of a trojan warrior. 
Its heart peaking out of its chess,
 blown  by winds of foul hatred , but still enveloped with shards of loving light. 
I first helped him tuck his heart in.
 Then I asked how do you survive in this world of hatred and deadly flying arrows? love replied:i survive on shreds of love ,
for I have endured generations of wholesome  hatred .
A day turned in to weeks,weeks to months. Times of the hour glass had past and
this love in flesh i never seen again.

Until I had a dream I was on a corner,reading a tombstone.
Etched on it was, the hours of love has past,
now in the earth he lays, r.i.p love.

Love has ascended beyond( earth & hour),to dwell in eternity.


Sponsor: Nikko Palmario
Contest: Beyond Earth and Hour Writing Challenge
Hint for saving the earth:throw your garbage in a trash bin,for the( love of earth). 


Details | Pantoum | |

Death Shall Nay Be Here

Death shall nay be here again
With the spark of light diminishing
When comes time to cross the tide
I curse that which lingers still

With the spark of light diminishing
When evening falls, there will I hide
I curse that which lingers still
Fallen love sprang from despair

When evening falls, there will I hide
Refusing the work of devil’s pride
Fallen love sprang from despair
That was broken once, in twain

Refusing the work of devil’s pride
To clutch my heart in pain
That was broken once, in twain
The feelings posturing their ways

To clutch my heart in pain
When comes time to cross the tide
The feelings posturing their ways
Death shall nay be here again


Details | Lyric | |

Inside the Membrane

The pain I feel inside 
Can be derived from my dad pride
I sit alone at night
There is this emptiness that is
The squandering of time
pondering what life will be like
Who knew that twenty-one
Would be More bumps and lumps than fun
I want to dump this chump
Standing in front of the mirror
Waiting till its clearer
This Brings a sobering effect
Over thinking each step
It is like I'm playing freeze tag
With these mundane demons
And They always keep me in check
Because I cant see them
I have been contained and constrained
I complain of chest pains
Till my veins pop off like champagne
Bruce Banner's a freight train
Going insane in the membrane

So should I smoke weed then
To cope with this moping season
Cause my yoke is heavy
and dope seems dope for lots of reasons
Even though I do know
What the verse says in Ephesians
"Do not get drunk on wine...
Instead be filled with the spirit"
This is my one beacon
That's give me hope when I hear it
Its a choice for heathens
Like me, to write our own lyrics
Since death has been beaten
And no longer need to fear it
His love is infinite


Details | Monorhyme | |

Travel Free, TROUBLED TRANSIENT

TRAVEL FREE, TROUBLED TRANSIENT...

Lift the gate to roll with swine and the glory of it all
Ride the tide all night, abide by no law and stand tall...
Hitch-hike till' Hell says, "get out n' surf the SUN"
Do it all over Land Rover; don't blink 'till the deed is done
Divide doom by blue tears you stack
Kill the clock boy; time tempts worse than crack
Live the gift reckless, rest (maybe) when you die
Never look back Jack; middle finger to the sky!



*(brace yourself at '12, all hands on deck)


Details | I do not know? | |

Cant Please the Devil

Theres no pleasing the Devil for he is dead

Shot in the face by one of his own men

The bullet was inscribed with the initals J.C.

Could this the the janitor Juan Carlos's deed?

Hell no, pardon the pun forgive me

The time of death was 11:34 in the evening

The gun lay low still in the devils claw

Did the crazy son of a b1tch shoot out his own jaw?

I doubt that he would commit suicide

If he did he would have gone out with some more pride

Like taking out a schoolbus filled with Jehovas winners

Or running children over in a mercedes with 22" spinners

So let me see what spells J.C.?

Could it possible be the one who died for me?

I doubt that as his book says though wont kill

But then again his speakers finger children till they spill

The verdict is up to you but dont forget the robe 

As you become the judge so crued and blame it on the globe

If it were up to me the obvious one with the intials J.C.

Jesus Christ killed the devil, what about the time you see?

11:34 is ironic for the devil to have fell

Flip the numbers upside down and it will surely spell h-e-l-l 


Details | Narrative | |

THAT NOTHINGNESS EXISTS

It is in heaven I shall live forever
the earth is my floor
and the sky is my canopy
it sends the rains to make rivers
to water me and grow me plants
for a simple sustenance
and for me a bountiful food

I do not meanly the falsehood
and concealing the truth 
I do not create mischief
and trouble in my homeland
I am created from nothing
and nothing is me
and that me is secret to itself

A secret that Allah kept to discover
where I shall believe is true
nothingness is only seen from nothing
that nothing exists to prove I am nothing
that nothingness exists
in my existence it is indeed nothing
I do exist as nothing.

As I shall always need to believe
that my life would be restored
it is upon my life’s death
that Allah will teach me what I do not know
He will teach me who knows nothing
that nothing is indeed me
and without Him I really mean nothing!


UCA, Kota Kinabalu,
Sabah
29 June 2014
1st Ramadan 1435


Details | Ballad | |

The Human,The Demon, And The Angel

The Human,The Demon, And The Angel

I'm the one who must stay
I'm the one who must kill you
I'm the one who must reverse time

I am to die when the new moon is in range
I am the one to be your executioner your taker of life
I am to observer and to take note of everything and of every life


Who are you to say I have no future
I say what I please for I am the bringer of death
I want to help I wish to free you I need to save you

There is no more time for my life 
You never had a life to begin with
She was free until you stole her very being

I am the human who must die
I am the demon who only wants her body for it kill
I am the angel who will take her soul once her body is gone

We are in one body
We are in one mind
We are three trapped by one bond

These times are different then the last 
These times are different then when I was young
These times are different then when the earth was made

Oh how we let this control us
Oh how we take our worlds and live for such granted
Oh how we let who we are put fear in our hearts


I leave this to you
I leave this to you
I leave this to you

We have exceed 
We have flown 
We have drowned
We have died
We have lived
We have made many wonders
We have created a new life
We have done evil deeds
We have done good deeds
We have but to wait for the one day
We have but to wait for our freedom
We have each other 
We have nothing but that
We have nothing but each other and to wait 
We have to wait for freedom


Details | Free verse | |

What Burden

I sing because I'm happy, I sing because I'm free
 Because the burden of slavery is no longer on me
 I've seen the thunder and the rain
 But like a plant outside, only growth I've gained

Stopped by the police, he just wanted to see
 What a black man was doing in a Grand Marquis
 Was reaching for my insurance, he said it was a gun
 Just a book about black man's struggle he had overcome

But see, he thought I was scared and wanted to hide
 But I sat in my driver's seat with all of my pride
 He couldn't get me mentally, so he drove away
 Yeah I' black, and my car came from a mom who would pray

See these statistics say black males just fight, kill and fail
 Do a poll on me, guarantee you'll change ideals of a black male
 See you think my emotions are bursting at the seams
 But I'm not an idealist, I'm a realist with dreams

My intelligence is leaving you scared, putting you in fear
 Yeah I said it, didn't Tyson your ear so I know you could hear
 The past is the past, back then they'd have to fight
 But I don't have to cause I was born with rights

America loves to call black dads deadbeats
 But can't acknowledge the ones finding their kids food to eat
 My black mama did it on her own and never had to steal
 And made sure me and my sister always had a meal

The first male in my family to go to college for a degree
 Yeah look passed the nappy hair and beard before analyzing me
 Been passing racial slurs generation to generation, it's time for an interference
 Cause I'm not a colored man, I'm a man with a different appearance

Yeah Dr. King fought for me and other blacks
 But he's gone now, so I don't need his actions on my back
 Don't read me wrong, I'm thankful for what he did
 But integration is wide open and segregation has a closed lid

These old racists need to go and plead the fifth
 So that future kids can see racism as just a myth
 Let this grudge end and just live your life
 Cause you're only stabbing the Constitution with a knife

Thank you for the slurs, lynchings and KKK
 Cause now you're all too tired to block the future so get out of our way
 My father in heaven made me, so I was meant to black
 He instilled wisdom in me, while you're intelligence slacks

So please tell me what burden do I have to bear
 Success is my future and now you're in a scare
 My light beams bright as the sun, you're unlit
 Struggles are done, I'm hear to stay so deal with it

http://soundcloud.com/abraham-t-shaw/what-burden


Details | Lyric | |

im yours

Ever feel like your world is crashing right before your eyes?

Everyone is just in a still mode

you go up to speak to them

And they just stand there

Not saying a word

not even blinking

Like your world has frozen

I'm your pain when you can't feel

I'm your eyes when you must kill

I'm your voice when you must lie

I'm the fear that fills your brain

I'm yours when the world falls apart

I'm the sadness when you are depressed

I'm the numbness when you can't heal

I'm the sharpness of the blade in which u cut

I'm the bullet that pierces your heart

I'm yours when your world has fallen apart.




Details | Lyric | |

SOUL MATE

              SOUL MATE
I came in the name of He who gave you breath.
As certain as the emptiness of time,
as hopeful as your life, and meaningless as death,
I came to stay.

No holy water, no exorcist's demand,
can quench your thirst; your need for all I am.
I fill your head with things not meant to understand,
I came to stay.

I breath your name, tormented you may seem,
and sleepless is your night, I fill your time.
I am the joy of life beyond your dying scream,
I came to stay.

I came in the name of He who gives you death.
I am the calm and blinding of the light.
Forever part of you, I am your very breath.
I came to stay.
...........© Ron Wilson


Details | I do not know? | |

Revenge of the Soldier

For how long, have you won the fight

And how wrong, has your life been white

For no song, can bring down your height

Your moves gone, as you lose hope at night

 

I remember, when you left me to die

Mid December, when the kids were so high

I was an ember, of the movement to fly

You clan member, searching for the dark one to die

 

Now feel, my wrath as for you I do come 

With steel, from the dark side of the dumb

Its not real, you scream sucking your thumb

As you kneel, beggin forgiveness of your slum

 

And now heed, as my sword enters deep

Your soul feeds, off my pain so discreet

As you bleed, your heart does skip a beat

For you plead, for your life to end with speed

 

I laugh, as you die now with ease

On behalf, of the ones who cant squeeze

I draw a graph, of your way down to the trees

With no staff, no help now as you freeze


Details | Lyric | |

Unsuspecting Victim

Four teenagers 
Paige
Matt
Kevin
Kat

Backgrounds-
Paige- psychic, can see and talk to the dead, has demons who come to her for help
Matt- Has demons attachted to him, dating paige
Kevin- A Nerd from school, intersted in pot
Kat- Training psychic, paiges best friend, dating kevin

Prom Night- 2011

Sitting in the car positioning themselves
into a compfy spot
Matt sits in the driving seat
Paige in the passenger seat
Kat and Kevin in the back seat
Kat laying on Kevins shoulder
All of them latch there seat belts
Driving unto the road to go to after prom
Paige sees someone
Someone no oe else can see but her
Sitting right beside her is her (demon but almost human ghost) friend
He whispers "i can try to keep you save from everything, but i cant make a promise)
She looks down at Matts foot
Holding unto the break peddal is one of Matts demons
The demon breaks the pedal and has one hand into the engine of the car
A car coming up behind them
Trying to pass them
Matt decides to make it difficult for them to pass
As he does he tries to hit the breaks
And they didnt work
They drive into the ditch 
Trying not to hit the other car infront of them
Flipping a few times as they land with all the tires on the ground and the 
Top of the car towards the sky
Paige lays on the windsheild her head cut by the glass
She looks  at her self
She sees her body laying there looking up at Matt as he smirks to her
His eyes turn black and he smirks again
Paiges ghost friend opens the door and pushes her out
Far from the car
She now lays close to the road
She watches the car as it rolls off the hill
Flipping it again, also looking down at her lifeless body
She sees Matts demon again

The Night After

Paige was rushed to the hospital
Matt, Kevin and Kat left with only bruises and a few cuts
Paiges brain was internally bleeding
She stands in the hospital 
Outside of her body
Standing looking at her ghost friend
He ssays to her "as much as i want you to be here with me, your family needs you in your other life"
She wakes up a few hours later, in her body, and getting better


Details | Lyric | |

Milk and Earth

Milky white skin cool and violent.
Fire in your mind, your head is a pool.
High I dance, high I am, 
in a heady woven trance.
Have I gone to far?
Think not! 
Push some more.
Immaculate will come.
Walk.  
I do.
Hands embrace.
Milk and earth caressing her face.
See da mad man, is that I?
Choices choose me, scared to die?
Girl with milky white skin and fire within.
A girl with gifts of milk and earth.
Silk woven mind free to birth.
Death is warm, freedom there. 
Return this time, my soul is bare.


Details | I do not know? | |

REST IN PEACE MUM ANN BROWN 18 AUG 2011

MUM ...

WHERE DO I START? I DON'T THINK THERE IS WORDS , TO EXPLAIN HOW I AM 


FEELING ABOUT THE LOSS OF YOU... BUT I WILL USE ALL THE STRENGTH YOU HAVE 


GIVEN TO ME , SO I CAN GET THESE FINAL WORDS OUT THE GUILT , SADNESS AND 

REGRET  FROM NOT SEEING YOU LIKE I WANTED TO  SO ****ING MUCH ,

 THEN THE PAIN OF NOT HAVING  A CHANCE TO SAY "GOODBYE" TO THE MOST 

BEAUTIFUL MOTHER COULD WANT, AND YES MUM I'M TALKING ABOUT YOUTO HOLD 

YOUR HAND, TO SEE YOU SMILE , TO HEAR YOUR VOICE, WOULD MAKE MY LIFE MORE 

WORTHWHILE. YOU TAUGHT ME HOW TO LIVE, BUT YOU NEVER TAUGHT ME HOW TO 

LIVE WITHOUT YOU I MISS YOU SO SO MUCH MUM, BUT THE LOVE IN MY HEART FOR YOU , WILL MAKE SURE 

YOUR LIFE , LOVE , WARMTH AND TOUCH , WILL LIVE ON FOREVER , 

IN ME I KNOW THAT YOU CHANGED ME , JUST FROM YOUR 

PRESENCE...THATS'S HOW STRONG YOU WERE MUM I KNOW YOU HAVEN'T LEFT ME , 

FOR THE LOVE IN MY HEART REMAINS , YOU WILL NEVER HAVE TO SUFFER AND YOUR 

BODY WILL FEEL NO PAIN...... GOD TOOK YOUR HAND , AND MADE US PART , HE CLOSED 

YOUR EYES , AND BROKE MY HEART ....FOR ALL THE TIMES WE HAVE BEEN TOGETHER,

I WILL NEVER FORGET YOUR FACE.

THERE IS NO MOTHER ANYWHERE LIKE YOU,

NO ONE COULD TAKE YOUR PLACE.

IF ONLY I HAD KNOWN YOU WERE LEAVING,

I GUESS I EXPECTED YOU TO FOREVER LAST,

ALL OF THE DREAMS OF US IN THE FUTURE,

ARE NOW BUT MEMORIES OF THE PAST.

GOD TAPPED YOU ON THE SHOULDER,

HE WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO KNEW,

THAT YOU WERE GOING WITH HIM,

TO THE SKY SO BEAUTIFUL BLUE.

ALTHOUGH I MAY NEVER SEE YOU MUM,

ARJAY WILL BE BY YOUR SIDE,

HE'S GONNA HOLD YOUR HAND,

AND LEAD THE WAY,

FOR HE WILL BE YOUR GUIDE.....

I LOVE YOU MY MOTHER.....
DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU UNDERSTAND, 
DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU KNOW,
DON'T TELL ME THAT I WILL SURVIVE,
HOW I WILL SURELY GROW.
DON'T TELL ME THIS IS JUST A TEST,
THAT I AM TRULY BLESSED,
THAT I AM CHOSEN FOR THIS TASK,
APART FROM ALL THE REST.
DON'T COME AT ME WITH  ANSWERS THAT CAN ONLY COME FROM ME,
DON'T TELL ME HOW MY GRIEF WILL PASS,
THAT I WILL SOON BE FREE.
DON'T STAND IN PIOUS JUDGMENT OF THE BONDS I MUST UNTIE,
DON'T TELL ME HOW TO SUFFER,
DON'T TELL ME HOW TO CRY.
MY LIFE IS FILLED WITH SELFISHNESS,
MY PAIN IS ALL I SEE,
BUT I  NEED YOU,
I NEED YOU YOUR LOVE UNCONDITONALLY.
ACCEPCT ME IN MY UPS AND DOWNS,
I NEED SOMEONE TO SHARE,
JUST TO HOLD MY HAND AND LET ME CRY,
AND SAY, MY FRIEND I REALLY DO CARE
Mom you mean the world to me
It’s hard to live without you ,You were always by my side
Through thick and thin you helped me


Details | Narrative | |

How Hard Could it Be Part 1

How hard could it be to take my first step?

“Come to mommy, you can do it.”

“Oh you're home. Hon, look at him go.”

As I take another step, he picks me up.

He hugs me tight but gently and kisses me on the cheek.

I feel so safe, loved and happy. Perhaps that's how it was.

(I really don't remember back that far.)


How hard could it be, my first day at school.

My mom meets me at the front door of the building,

hugs me and says, “How was your first day? Did you have fun today?”

He comes home after a hard day at work and mom says,

“Hi Hon, it was Den’s first day of school.”

He picks me up in his strong arms and says,

“I knew you could do it.” A hug and a kiss on the cheek.


How hard could it be to learn how to drive a car or a truck?

“Den, come with me. Let's take a short ride down the road.”

We both climb up into Dad's blue 1955 Chevy pickup.

He stops on the back road, gets out, comes around and says, “Scoot over. It's

your turn.”

I start the engine, push in the clutch, shift and we start out slowly.

I'm nervous, I speed up, clutch in, shift again.

Oh crap, I shifted into reverse, truck stopped abruptly and backfired.

Dad looks at me, “But you did it.“ He hugs me, a kiss on the cheek.


How hard could it be to go away to college?

I'm so glad she has a phone so I can call my mom and dad.

“Hi Den, how are things going? You've got a B average.

That's great. I knew you could do it. I love you, see you soon.”

“You met a girl? What's her name? Wow, see you soon. I love you”

“You want to marry her? Big step; in Holland? Okay, we love you.”

How hard could it be to have a family?

“Oh, it's a girl. Mireille, that's a nice name.” He hugs me, kiss on the cheek.

“Another girl, Michelle, that's a nice name too.” He hugs me, kiss on the cheek.

“You finally had a boy, Michael, good choice.” Hug and a kiss.

Birthdays, holidays, weekends, visits back and forth, phone calls.

He loves them all, unconditionally. Hugs and kisses all around.


How hard could it be as life goes on?

He watches them grow up, get married and have children.

He loves them all, unconditionally, hugs and kisses all around.

We take short trips and mom and Dad go with us now and then.

We go camping and mom and Dad visit us now and then.

Every time you left, hugs and kisses all around. Always, “See you soon.”


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SCIATICA - your best friend

    SCIATICA
You'll doubtless think my mind is fooling me,
or all my hurting's only in my head,
but pain is what brings on my misery
and makes my heart to wish that I was dead

and though my case is weak for proving it,
my lumbar's slipped a disk--and out of whack,
because of this my life has turned to shit,
and how I am, depends on how's my back.

My wish is you would have for just one day
sciatica I bear--so you could feel
in spite of what the skeptics have to say
my pain's excruciating--and is real.

   If you could stand a while here in my shoes
   the pain you'd feel would make you moan the blues.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa
for Facebook, Well this is a pretty picture of a storm coming
on Fort Knox, with me cut and pasted onto to
photo I took last week...


Details | I do not know? | |

teens life in Oakland

*A assignment was due in class. *

Every time a gun shoots
A tree looses its roots
Every time there is bloodshed
Along with it millions of tears are shed
Every time a heart is stabbed
Someone else’s life gets barren
As violence grows
Many more mothers moan
The sounds of destruction
Overpowers the voice of those
Who are innocent
Who suffer with no reason
Who beg for life
Who have heart full of innocence

Why do so much violence?
That the child’s cry cannot be heard
When his father is killed
Why do so much violence?
That a mother moans
Over her child’s dead remains
Why do so much violence
For winning any stupid battle
Which is taking lives
Of people who have wives
And mothers and children

When you can keep calm
Talk things out
Do whatever you can
To keep violence out
Because there is no sin as big as
VIOLENCE


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Standing Tall

High above the ground I am towering
It is life down below that I bring
The wind blows, my leaves taking wing
Beside my large mass rests a mere sapling

The sun is new, through the clouds break
Bright rays of light cause me to wake
The day held before I forsake
The future is something I’m ready to make

The life that I breathe is brought by light
It is time that I ought to fight
To write this poem, it took dear time
But through and through it began to rhyme


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BLOOD OF GERONIMO

    BLOOD OF GERONIMO
Great Spirit here come I in humble prayer
child of your Bedonkohe blood and line.
I raise my hands to recognize you there
and plea you recognize this heart of mine.

I know you welcome all into your light
And let my way, as through this death I go, 
Be swift and sure, if bad or good or right
As certain as blood of Geronimo.

Look! Is my line not tied to what's his past?
And does this not bring us our only choice
To bide amongst the tribe from out our past?
To gather in your light, and raise one voice

Of this, our song, our voices unified
And handed down through time, where we have cried.
...............© Ron Wilson
Another very special Sonnet that just wrote itself through me...where do they come from? And how?


Details | Couplet | |

I MISS HIM

                         I miss him  

07/16/11
"come fluttering words, come drifting words to me ...."

My heart is as hard as those steps of stone.
Now he has passed and I'm all alone.

Bent to smell the fragrance of the flowers.
Has turned my tears into rain showers.

Death creeped in and took him away.
My colors of love have turned to gray.

Our love,life that we've both shared.
With the hurt my heart should have
              been spared.
He has passed and left me here
and my thoughts will never be clear.
               Teresa Skyles
Entered in Constance La France~A Rambling Poet~"what is she thinking"contest.
There is no truth to this poem it's pure fiction.


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The sickly old man

There once was a man who lay sick in bed
He could not get up to reach his wooden-leg
He had no maid or family to bid it
So lived a lonely life he did
His wife had died of slavery
His heart did break in a thousand ways
The reason he had no leg is a mystery..

The old man died sadly 
Myself did weep a bit
For a sickly man should not die alone

His only friend was me 
a little mouse with a family of three
When he pleaded with me to fetch his leg
I could not manage being so small
He said ' it didn't matter anyway, 
he was sickly and only had a few hours to live'

It was true that he did
but myself did pray for his soul
He was the kindest old man
with his big heart of gold


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One Soul Can Change

The thought of death can bring me fear,
The thought of her will bring a tear.
Real as the person sitting next to you,
Growing old but starting young and new,
The world revolves around a thought,
Of money and fame; until your body starts to rot.
Then the world becomes a blur to one,
Seeing the light; seeing which of your ways were right.
Left-right-side to side,
We take on this journey; this ride.
To find answers and truth in the lines,
Looking back at the life liven; and where your heart shines.
So as you read this you have a chance,
To look at your own story; just take the glance,
Because one soul can change its ways,
One mind can make new plays.
Pulling each memory back like a book,
Small eyes squinting to take a close look,
Who are you when no ones there,
Who are you when others stare?
Questions to be asked when death is talked about,
Voices in your head began to shout,
What is life, what is my reason,
Each year passes by; each month; each season,
My body grows older but my heart stays clear
Understanding to over come death as a fear.
As this poem is about to end,
Hold out your hand for a friend,
Pull close and know that life is precious;real talk,
Pull close and know that you walk  your own walk,
The outsiders and can talk about past and the ups and downs,
But their kind of like the funny people on the side; the clowns.
So head up ; feet low,
Arms strong; to get through the tough; now row,
Don't give up just be yourself,
Like putting the old toy upon the shelf,
Become the star that's bright and known,
Become the star that you know can be shown.


Details | Free verse | |

Widow's Peak

Her name is now a legend 
Before her name was feared
The lady Henrietta 
Lean close and lend an ear

They say her status started
One night long time ago
She found her husband cheating
With the girl she knew next door

Her mind did snap
Her heart grew cold
With a knife she stole their souls
Cut the beating heart away 
Ate flesh when cold

Within her veins flowed the blood
Of the one who done her wrong
Gave her everlasting life
Her age in death was old

But one small thing that should be said
About the spell she cast
That beauty would always be her guide
In death she looked her best

Word spread quickly through the town
Where Henrietta lived
About the spell she cast the night
Her husband committed sin

Women came to ask for help 
To change their husband’s ways
For they had also messed around
Now love for them had strayed

With each one she gave the spell
Steps to end their grief
Now in the town such beauty found
In women who’s husbands cheat

With new found beauty each started life
Fresh and young again
And if the man they loved did cheat
Revenge was sweet again


Many many years went by
And soon the town was gone
Towards the end all that was left
Were women who were scorned

But in woods outside the town
In a placed called Widow’s Peak
You find plots of all the ones
Whose death came from a cheat

So this story lives today 
If you doubt then ask around
For the one you love and share a life
Could be a widow from that town

All men beware all women ask
Before you start your cheating
In every city and every town
A Widow’s Peak is forming

Believe me if you will or not
In the end you’ll heed the warning
Just let the one you love find out
To Widow’s Peak you’re going


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Hieroglyphs unknown by Champollion

Kids are playing with strange blue graffiti
So, they wrote several times: ”Neffertiti” …

And drew the most beautiful queen`s head.
The whole history of Egypt written in red, 

With sacred hieroglyphs unknown by Champollion:
The Pharaons` destiny dandles a dewy dandelion…


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words words words

words words words 
and more words
separated by 
space and time
commas
dots
dashes 
silences and breaths
spoken and written
make as we go
to give meaning to all
the truth
and 
the lies


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Linda-Marie, my sweet family

Forever my BFF

Your heart
Your smiles
You cared, when others wouldn't 

You are one of a kind,
No one here will ever come close, to the beauty from your heart
Linda my bff, I miss you, and I wish you were here
You made this place a better place
You made this place shine

One day my friend, I will see you and again, 
In a place, where you are the Angel
Welcoming me' for a second time, 
Holding the door to another home, as you did here on the soup.

I love you my BFF Linda-Marie.

By; SKAT


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heart, mind, and soul

father time in my chest
keeper of its own pace
just skin and bone depth
influences time and space
what are we but drifters
 in an unknown

see truth in a literal
belief before my face
stars with no funeral
light will win the race
here i am, not for long
death starts at home

where is this leading?
which story could it be?
despite all my reading
writings the cup of tea
i dont need to know it all
as long as im not alone



Details | Epitaph | |

telex-visual vogue

tourist toned telephones 
in telex-visual vogue,
forged ahead with chorus lines 
upon the glass housed road, 
eagles eyed the farrowed glen 
that reason disinclined,
signed unto, yet not beyond, 
the elbow let aside, 
parachutes and paratroops 
stood silent up the mouth, 
guys and dolls to half head halls, 
struck match led tens in truth, 
smoke screened years had passed in tears, 
or days that spoke in tongues, 
courteous to those involved, 
yet subservient to none…  


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Circles and wiggles

Wiggles and circles

Circles, circles, ever circles
Everything going round and round
Only mankind uses straight lines
In nature this be never found

Lots of wiggles, all laround me
All within me outside too
If every thing be round or wiggly
Life and birth could be this too.

19 September 2013 @2010hrs.


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Thine Kiss

Thou absent love doth see, 
How frigid mine heart must be.
Thine cyanosis lips amiss,
 Obscurity leaves no bliss.
Thine body lay to rest, 
On fertile ground so blessed.
Keeper of mine heart with thee,
 Laid to rest so tenderly.
Mine heart e’r to seek, 
Thou demise but misspeak.
O but for a breathless sound, 
Sent from thy coffined prison ground.
A sign of the afterlife must persist, 
A pitying excuse for mine lover's kiss.
Holding thine emaciated feeble hand,
 As guidance to the promiseland.
A whisper of gossamer wing shalt unfold, 
Sustaining thou to heaven's threshold.






Details | Ballad | |

Deirdre

 
Don’t you know Deirdre’s gone? Don’t you know Deirdre’s gone? I can sence her embrace that feels like Tragedy A heart to have, slipped beneath the waves The dark pulse now beckons us closer How many days will this passion bleed away? We will be the ones left to blame Beware we’ve become their prey They say you’re addicted to your pain A lifeless cold barren soul left to die in the rain A whisper too close to the edge A call from the dark Brings out a saving spark An Exodus from her Pain Her Life Spent breathing in Shame A Shadow Call breaks the Silence Am I the one to blame? Don't you know Deirdre's gone? Don't you know Deirdre never said wrong? Don't you know Deirdre's gone? “My Decadence was just for you Though you’d never care what I’ve been through Enter the world were empathy is clandestine A world created by you, just for me What’s Lying in my heart is why You want to through the stone” I call your name towards nightfall’s reign But they take you so far away A dark angel so divine Cursed by Eden’s heart I will avenge every tear An Exodus from her Pain Her Life Spent breathing in Shame A Shadow Call breaks the Silence Am I the one to blame? Don't you know Deirdre's gone? Don't you know Deirdre never said wrong? Don't you know Deirdre's gone? Don’t you know Deirdre’s gone? Don’t you know Deirdre’s gone?


Details | I do not know? | |

Meat

Waiting, waiting, waiting
Cold feet 
CUT
bleeding
Red blood seep
Curdles in heat
Strung out
I long
the sun, the sun
Calming
To warm my anaphylactic tongue


Details | Chant Royal | |

UNFORTUNATE LOVE

UNFORTUNATE LOVE
Once more it's morning and I greet the dawn,
waking to feelings I've known,
breathing the fragrance that's lingering on
throughout a lifetime alone;

splinters of sunshine are drifting through blinds,
revealing dust I breathe in,
dancing through flashes, and somehow reminds
of things that never have been;

I hear a song and it's what I've dreamed of,
outside my window they mourn,
I'd face the morning, but I need a shove,
for this poor heart badly torn;

unfortunate dove, why is it you sing,
outside my window each day?
It's a reminder of what life won't bring,
mourning dove, don't fly away;

once more it's morning and I hear the dove
all of my life is a sin,
it's just the way of unfortunate love,
but I still dream now and then.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa


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Grave Yard

Your eyes shut tight
Hearing a sound
Your heartbeat races
You can feel the little pieces 
Bleeding through
The hairs on your arms
Stand up
Closing your eye lids shut
Keeping them from opening
Reaching your hand over
To turn on the light
Once you do
You open your eyes
And nothing is there
Your heat beat dies down
And your back to feeling alone

Walking to the graveyard 
Going there as you
And leaving there as someone else
You can feel them all around you
Grasping unto you
And never letting go
Places parellel
You know its something paranormal

You decide not to stay
You feel yourself start to fade away
pretty soon everything
will be back where it belongs

The ghost grabbed unto your depression
And it slowly killed you
From the inside out
Now you are in the graveyard


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If I die before I wake

As I die he will be with me,
I fell in love he had the key,
And always knelt on one knee.

My last thoughts are of him, 
As the lights go dim,
Life circling on a rim.

All at once we are apart,
The taste is so tart,
It all hits me in the heart.

You are left to live,
My heart your captive,
There is nothing to forgive.

My cheeks blush so shy,
With a tear in my eye,
As I start to die.

Fear not for I am well,
As many up here can tell,
It is not quite hell.

As I look from above,
kissing the forehead of my love,
I wonder what he dreams of.

I look at him so fondly,
his lips curve so grandly,
as he sleeps so soundly.

I'm like a hummingbird fluttering over his bed,
I wish to be with him but I am dead,
My life over and has fled.

I fear for my love for he is kind,
Strong handsome and well lined,
But now I leave him way behind.

Finding love is like a quiz,
Never knowing what it is,
He needs love from a heart as strong as his.


Details | Free verse | |

My Final Plea

For Mark

I stand within the flames of hells fires
Pained paralysis preventing
Escape
The black flames scorch my skin
Slowly eating flesh from bone
Destroying me piece by burning piece

I collapse to my knees in painful silence
My hands clasped together in prayer
My lips still, the words too painful to speak
Tears pour from my eyes
As I watch you destroy yourself
Unknowingly destroying me

The needles are devoured by your flesh
Your body writhes as the demons take control
My heart bleeds with agony
As your soul is wrenched from your eyes
Your body crumbles
Conquered by pure evil
The evil you chose over me

As you slowly slip away
And choke on your dying breaths
I take your hand in mine
Tears stream down my cheeks, as I feel the warmth fading from your fingers
I gaze down into your already lifeless eyes
And I feel my heart erupt in flames
As I walk away from you I leave my heart behind - a pile of ashes
Ashes to be buried alongside you


Details | Narrative | |

The Indian Ocean Tsunami

My heart cries for thousands and thousands of people
those who perished in the earthquake-spawned waves;
known as tsunami, the worst natural disaster
that caused tons and tons of deaths across Asian countries.

It’s a great tragedy, a giant blow to humanity,
with its repercussions to all spheres of life –
a wake-up call, an immediate response
that needs to be attended to and done forthwith.

Global mourning takes its course in every nation,
particularly in these countries of Asia where –
Indonesia, Thailand, Sri Lanka are faced with difficulties;
in coping with destructions, tragedies, and other commotions
indeed, an urgent call that needs an international attention.

In four decades this catastrophe has ceased its wrath,
but after that starts another episode, so terrifying
that people who are caught up in that mere situation
can solemnly declare and profess their fears.

Oh, Mother Nature! at times we don’t know
your reactions that cause pandemonium,
tragedy, destruction, sorrow, and pain to all
like this one, a very strong and powerful disaster.

However, across the world, people show their compassion
with their unwavering generosity that floods in all levels
it’s an illustration that we’re humans with caring behaviors
to all those who’re afflicted and severely hit by this phenomenon.

I can’t imagine how the world mobilizes and responds
showing their love and concern to these people in pain
loss of lives, heart brokenness, and other misfortunes;
these generate an answer to be mindful of them in many ways.

I see the unprecedented generosity that rolls in every land,
institutions and other organizations make a collaboration
in what is conceived and put into action: fund raising,
charity, and pledges of thousands of donors.

Horrific media images shown in television channels,
are remarkable pointers for reflection and yet an invitation;
for someone who needs conversion and a return to church call,
that life can be as quick as those giant waves that killed many people.

It’s a theological reflection which embraces human sufferings,
Like a pathway to profound invocation, faith and trust in Him;
Oh God, our source of strength and goal to fulfill this portion
Where we unite ourselves to all those who’re in afflictions.


Details | Rhyme | |

I Never Said Goodbye

I never said goodbye the day you went away
Goodbye was just a word that my heart couldn’t say
But my world fell apart on that dark, dismal day
For forty years we had been wed, 
We were children when we met
And though you had to go on ahead, 
My heart will not forget
You promised you'd always be with me 
That we would never part
And so I keep you my darling
Nestled deep within my heart

Copyright©2004 Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reserved)



Details | Lyric | |

Blind

So many songs describe how i feel
But you wouldnt have the time to listen to them
To actually figure out what they meant
Or how much they related to me
If i died today i can say the only
Thing you would miss
Is me trying to make you smile
Things have been depressing me for years
All the anger i hold is real
Falling further into soemthing
You wouldnt want me to be
I know if i told you 
You would be confused
You wouldnt know what you did
To make me do what im about to do
I let myself cry to long
That i buried myself alive on the inside
I wish i could shut you out
And let you go away for a long time
I guess its better that i trapped myself in my own way
At one point the chain broke away
And i had my own time
I took an early flight and i made it home
I realized how unfair you were being
Everyone always got more than i did
Got your attention
More than i did
If i played my bass 
Would you hear the anger behind it?
If i let you read my poems
Would you understand why im writing it?
If i told you i thought about doing something bad
Would you try to make everything i hate about you better?
I dont think you understand 
Maybe i should explain more
Or would i bore you?
Probally...
So you know
I wanted a father
But instead i had a dad
To me
It hurt
It still does
And i watched myself die
From hurting so much
Cutting my heart out
On the inside
Im different 
In so many ways
My friends give me more complaments
Then my mother has my whole life
"thats good" isnt what i want from you
I would rather have you really 
Grasping the meaning behind why
I am writing poems
The meaning behind why i draw
Or play the bass
Even if i died i wouldnt think
You would get it
If i did what im going to do
I would have you right where i want you
If you want me back
Your going to have to ask
Nicer than that
Things in my life are different than yours
I see things differently
I love music
And i want you to see that
I talk to you through my music
I talk to you through my poems
I talk to you through my bass guitar
You cant trust me?
I lied to you?
Dont you remember when 
You told me you would give me up
for adoption when i was born?
That hurt more than anything
Yes you kept me
BUt you thought about giving me up
Just like you gave up on me ten years later
This will be the last of me
And i hope you understand now
That you are my problem
That you are the one
I couldnt trust
That you were the one who lied
What else could i hide
When i have been an open 
Book his whole time
and you couldnt see it?


Details | Free verse | |

A TRIBUTE TO BABY ANGEL

An angelic face,
Bright eyed with the sweetest smile..

Sleep baby sleep,
While warmth touch of loving hands cradle you,
Sleep baby sleep,
Even the morning dew rise its smells and shine upon you.

Sleep baby sleep,
Feel the rhythm voices of those angelic's sing,
Sleep baby sleep,
Feel the breeze that soothe your little body.

Sleep baby sleep,
Unlock your heart and welcome the serenity,
Sleep baby sleep,
The starlight will bring you faraway but peace.

Sleep baby sleep,
Mama will always be here for you,
Sleep baby sleep,
Papa will always stand for you.

Sleep baby sleep,
No more tears no more fears,
Sleep baby sleep,
We will reunite again in Heavenly peace.

Your embrace will always stay eternity,
Herein our heart,
May you rest in peace,darling Angel..

-Tribute to Baby Angel who passed away after heart complication-


Details | Epic | |

Bite

The garden of eden contains the fruits of nature and being one with all its residents. But as evolution triumphs, we move closer to self destruction.
By going forward we are essentially moving backwards.
Stop
I dont want live on this planet anymore
Jumping from the stratosphere
Down
Pluto
Cold
We cant run from time
and our time will come
Taking lives easier than appreciating 
The Fall of nature
Autmn
Winter
.....................
Apple


- Adam


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One True Love

Years ago, while I was at work
You approached, and gave me that look.
When our eyes met, on that first day
I glanced at you, and looked away.

My heart was pounding, oh so fast
I never felt this, will it last?
Papers I gave you, to fill out
I explained, what they were about.

A week went by, and you came back
For those papers, you had lost track.
I gave them to you, one more time
I even showed you, where to sign.

Then one night, we had met once more
At the club, you stood by the door.
We had a drink, and shared a dance
You sure had me, from your first glance.

In the morning, you came on by
“Please come with me, but don’t ask why”.
To the seawall, to watch the view
Spending all day, just me and you.

You treated me, just like a queen
Someone like you, I’ve never seen.
You gave your heart, I gave mine too
To each other, our love was true.

The time we spent, I hold so dear
Where this was going, wasn’t too clear.
I loved you more, each day we spent
I felt our love, was truly meant.

You were my first, and only love
Our fate was in, the man above.
I had to leave, after a year
One last kiss, but many a tear.

“I’ll come for you”, I heard you say
Please make it soon, for this I pray.
Years had passed by, no word from you
My heart was broke, what will I do?

I never heard, you didn’t come
I just settled, I heard from some.
I never loved, like I loved you
For what I felt, I knew was true.

I got your call, on one late night
“You’re in my heart, but out of sight.”
“I’ve wanted you, here in my life”
“I just found out, you’re someone’s wife.”

You had told me, you held my heart
I am with you, though we’re apart.
For we’re meant, to be together
Love like ours, will last forever.

Then one day, I felt something wrong
This eerie feeling, sure was strong.
I called your mom, and we both cried
When she told me, you had just died.

Stomach cancer, is what you had
Finding this out, I felt so sad.
The night you called, it was goodbye
You never said, you knew I’d cry.

I’ll always miss, the love we shared
Knowing how much, you really cared.
I must go on, and live my life
For I’m a mom, and someone’s wife.

In your life, when you find true love
Make sure to thank, the man above.
Someday we’ll meet, at heaven’s gate
I know that you, will always wait.


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One Heart, One Pen (Why I Write)

People ask me a lot why do I write
Well...Pain is Lyrics am I right
It constricts my heart ever so tight
I try to break the hold with all my might
But the pain is 2 strong
In this mindframe I belong
No friends in my life I remain alone
I was born the same as I will forever be gone
Beginning in my preteens I felt constant oppostion
Looking in the mirror every morning I saw no recognition
Tempted to have my head in the clouds
Which way do I go, drugs or alcohol 
Will it make my conscience proud
It will feel good I told myself, but I saw doubt
I need an outlet, I need a way out
So after the death of my bestfriend
Going on the path to destruction had to end
So in 8th grade english Mrs. Mackowich told us to write a couplet
I felt the urge to "up it"
But I had too much to say
My poetic testimony took the pain away
October 3 2004 was my first write dedicated to my friend's memory
I had my class feeling sympathy, but why do I feel like I'm the enemy
That one death was the weapon to tackle my self-doubt
My depressing
Me stressing
Hopelessness
Self-hate in my heart thrived
My new drug has finally arrived!
So I write everyday, every way
To get away mind-wise
My emotions are disguised
The pen will be my pipe
The ink is my nicotione
Instead of putting it to my lips
I put it to the page
How could I think so deeply at such a young age
I can't stop its addicting
My thoughts are forever flipping
And they ask me why I write
It's obvious I feel spite
After reading people assume I want to be a rapper
Such dogmatic fools why would I participate in such "crapper"
It doesn't matter If I'm black
I'm human and that's that
Rappers write from the mind
I write from the heart
Straight from the middle like a game of darts
I'm the Robert Frost of rap
The Jay-Z of poetry
The Edgar Allen Poe of lyrics
The Kanye West of english
All embodied in one to the end
All I need is One Heart 
All I need is One Pen

If you can't tell that I'm the most unique Afican American of my age you are without 
perspective. If you are not rich and powerful people feel as if what you say is meaningless.I 
speak to people of all corners of humanity with my feelings and thoughts.While my 
bestfriends were partying and doing crime when i was growing up in my teen years, I was in 
my room reading harry potter, playing Playstation, and writing poetry.This is my life and 
talent. The legacy I chose to imprint. This is my ode to poetry.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

I Hope You Know I'll Always Love You

I am what you call a hopeless 
romantic,
But im also a lost lovers cause, my 
heart belongs to another
Yet in my head a love triangle starts 
to form, the girl I love doesn’t love 
me
She holds the heart to another and 
mine caged to the floor,
She isn’t afraid to fight for what she 
wants, not even when it comes to 
leaving another man torn
Trust me she’s happy, as that boy 
holds her heart ever so close
Seeing what I shouldn’t I smile as I 
wear my blind fold,
Blind to everything around, lifeless 
staring into air
My train of thought running so fast, 
the second I stop you’ll hear a crash
Derailing my hope, for ever finding a 
love so pure & rare
Wishing I could hold the hand of the 
lover who stole my flame,
Wish I could change the last days in 
which we parted ways,
Realizing now that we can never be 
the same
Finally saying it out loud as tears run 
down my face
You stole my happiness, as I walked 
away that day
But it’s because as of what you said 
I guessed I changed,
Now every relationship has just be 
the same,
No one can seem to bring back that 
flame,
Because a love likes ours comes 
once in a lifetime
Well at least it does to me,
But I mean you’re happy with who 
your with 
I mean I only wrote this as I heard 
exchanging “I love you” flow from 
each of your lips.


Details | Narrative | |

All About Her

I dont know much about her
but I heard she wasnt that talkative
She didnt like being alive
She was numb to all the pain she had to go through

I heard she didnt like anything that was green
She ate roman noodles everynight for supper
She always wore flannels and bellbottoms
Sometimes i seen her wear dresses and fancy tops
But lately shes been wearing band shirts

She wears converse shoes and uses an army bag for school
I know that she dosent like to communicate through talking... only through her peoms
or sometimes even her songs.

I see her drawing and painting all the time
She draws famous people
She would like to be famous and not so unknown
When she tries to speak to anyone they always walk away and leave her alone

When she gets home she goes upstairs to play her bass guitar
She hates chocolate cake but loves chocolate
Her family left her behind because she cant forget her past

Sometimes when shes alone she contemplates the meaning behind her life
Her favorite color is gray because her life is black and white
Everything she says is false according to the world

She is not so innocent
I understand that she dreams about the perfect life
When she opens her eyes they are pitch black

She is someone that is fake
She acts nothing like she should
She is very grungy and unclean

She knows of no safety
and of no time
Her life is smashed into pieces by the giant sun

She will always be a ghost
She knows of no god
She crawls around in the world of death
She remains forgotten


Details | Free verse | |

Hero of War

With my men holding our flag high,
we storm a school and hold the children
captive, handling them like enemy soldiers
they are not, as they cry and scream, some
probably living with trauma for the rest of their lives

“I am a hero of war!’’ Is that what my countrymen think of me?

As smoke of explosions and burning cities fills the air,
we indiscriminately shoot on whoever is coming close
to us, in the end realizing that we have shot mostly
innocent civilians who have nothing to do with the war,
after the smoke has partially cleared out in the air

As I cautiously walk ahead to ensure that all the enemy soldiers are dead, my boots feel a bump; a hand of a woman holding a white flag for peace, as white as snow, with her clothes drenched in blood

“I am a hero of war!” Is that what my countrymen think of me?

Before the sun sets, my men and I sit around
a bonfire and plan our next move and next
attack on the enemy, without realizing that
the enemy is war, brought about by hatred
by people who we call leaders

“I am a hero of war!” Is that what my countrymen think
of me?


Name: Teddy Kimathi


Contest Name: The Poet III


Details | Free verse | |

Felt A Funeral In My Brain

In light an observed heat to penetrate the night

I felt a funeral in my brain kind of insane?
Struggles to reach the perplexed end yet to what;
A dungeon of its myraid calling
Now deeper penetrating deeper to its torn crust 

To equate logic at its visible mile

A shade of torn logic in derision
What was your parting decision/
One will equate logical persuasion?
A vested call in search of its perplexed acquaintance

Felt a funeral in my brain kind of lost now insane;

Shaped dreams from my hair the pretty child awaits the storm;

In eternity's charm fought back the silence from within....
Shades of torn columns of sod branched in its delicate cuff


Perhaps this is the place where Nero once tred?


Details | I do not know? | |

Christ Killed Religion

Some call me the Anit-Christ

But I got more sides 

Than number seven on the dice

The careless lord and savior

Created idiot man

With a complex behavior

Started making, all these rules

In Gods name we pray 

If you dont your the fool

You cant be gay 

Only white males in my church 

If your not we will slay

For God our father

Will strike you down 

For thinking this wine couldn't have been water

We take this good book from him

Lay down "our" laws

And repute away your sin

For being colored

Is wrong

Cant you tell the man on the cross has pale skin

Again you sin, Again you sin,

Again you sin now kneel and pray to "him"

So I started thinking

If the fairy tale man God gave me brain

And if I use it

And I abuse it

Why the fcuk cant I say what I want since I am his kid

Stupid cowards cant you see

That God has a good mind 

And you raped his philosophy

Stupid mankind took the words of our Lord

And turned it into your chi

You backstabber

Took his religion and made it your own

To mold your kind to flea

From the illusion 

That free will is a one way ticket to hell

So take your man made book of stupid spells

And conjur up an elixir for the death of religion

And YOU killed it, you stupid cowards

Mankind

Man - Kind?

You lost God's words in translation

I guess you cant speak his lingo of frustration

Stop burning crosses of "your"religion doomed

Wake up and prepare the tomb

For religion is dead.....thanks to you

Stupid cowards......


Details | Verse | |

A Heart Dyed Deep

A heart dyed deep in blackness, whistled
As the kettle boiling,
So shrill beyond the bedroom door
Like turbines pumping, toiling;
Screaming like a rusty hinge, caked
In need of oiling,
For in it’s gangrene seepage
Stained the sheets with angst and soiling.

A heart dyed deep in blackness, hungered
Feral jaws in essence,
Alive with worms and ravaged cells,
Of darkest incandescence;
Yawning vaults of hatred, gaped
Through vacant omnipresence,
And in a final testament
No love save acquiescence.


Details | Limerick | |

Cupids killer

I left myself open to you like a 24 hour store and you stole from it all that which I value and hold true. You have left my shelves barren…I don’t fully understand it? My heart has been robbed by someone I thought wanted me too, yet only to find that she did not ever love me…I was just being used. As my heart bleed out on a back street alleyway in some forgotten part of a city on the edge of rebirth. I cried dear Lord, oh dear Lord…I have surrendered my love to a defiler of good things. Broken like a priceless vase that can never be replaced, these are the words of a man who’s heart now beats off pace. How could someone be so cruel? I stand hear on the edge of the top of this building, looking into an abyss devoid of my soul and trust of another…seeking only to gain solace in death, from a love misplace in the hands of a cupid killer who was incapable of receiving love.


Details | Rhyme | |

BROKEN

The streets, breeds…
These ghetto streets filled with hunger and pain,
Where civil hands toil in hardships but lives remain plain.
Walking the street corner at night puts lives at stake,
I see a sister looking to make a quick buck in a masquerade
Emptiness and cold her love for men had faded.
Using her body as a tool just to get by,
A deadly weapon it was, yet all men wanted to try.

Her sublime confidence of youth was once true,
The concept of prospect once guided her fate,
Until her implicit mind fell into a subliminal state.
Aspirations vanished when love came into play,
Safety of her heart was all to God she prayed.

Her prayer was unanswered when two weeks later,
She was repeatedly raped as she cried to her Maker,
Three men took turns in violating her whole being,
After this, life in her eyes no longer had meaning.

Her pleads and cries was not worthy of their attention
As they continued to rape her without contrition
As she looked up to the sky for divine intervention,
God wasn’t there but the devil thrived at the actions 
of cruelty, violence and depravity.
What in the world did she do to merit such a penalty?

She was left alone impregnated with lies,
Living in denial with a life unfulfilled,
She refused to swallow the truth like a birth control pill, 
Her intentions now were nothing more but to kill,
Strong willed, she was now so filled with vengeance,
There was nothing anyone could do to ease her grievance.

Because of what had happened everyday she cried painfully,
She felt God had abandoned her and it hurt her terribly.
Her eyes empty and sad, life was very bad,
Her heart very broken, her mind was going mad,
Her spirit crushed like the worst road accident
She took her own life, which wasn’t so magnificent

These cold streets breeds…
Broken homes for the broken hearted,
Broken dreams binds us to the ground, we cannot fly 
Because we have broken wings.
Broken spirited, in our daily lives, 
We remain… Broken. 


Details | Free verse | |

Talking to Myself

The Youth
Life lies ahead- every moment a delight of learning-
codes of existence- colors, manners, communication,
cachet, every sense guides our preferences, 
sunrise vs. sunset, seasons, beauty or darkness,
our biggest longing, to be grown into the freedom of the elder.

The Elder
Life lies behind us- every moment we contemplate
the high cost of wisdom, the past brightness, the constant
juggle and juxtaposition of living that is now
just hours of reflection- a struggle to recall what fate has served
us, plates of remorse or small bites of elation.
We pray for others’ understanding, longing for the freedom of youth.

The Dead

Life has been supplanted into some unknown imagination.
Now we learn bold codes of non-existence. Atoms seeking 
to replace dimensions- no longer earth bound
or burdened with a heart. Stranger wisdoms of remorse revealed – 
love’s final measure in the bounds of the infinite. 
 Heavens – not just one, where at last we find freedom.


Details | Lyric | |

Not Too Late

There's a ghost hiding in the past
there's a boy wishing it has last
all these secrets stop the seting sun
all the love has grown, but never said
and he wishes he could've told her what she meant
he wishes he could've said how he felt

But it's not too late
just open your heart
she hears every word you say
her guidance helps lead the way
forever's gone by too fast
but deep in our heart it will last
look into your soul and hear it ring
the beautiful song that she sings

There's an angel looking down
There's a boy without a frown
all this hope brings the rising sun
all thsi love we wish we had sent
he can feel she's in his heart
and will enver let him fall apart

"cause its not too late
just open your heart
she hears every word you say
her guidance helps lead the way
forever's gone by too fast
but deep in our heart it will last
look into your soul and hear it ring
the beautiful song that she sings

He remembers 
talking o nteh couch feeling safe
he remembers writing a poem and her saying its great
he remembers
how he cried wehn she didn't open her eyes
he remembers
fearing things he can't describe


"cause its not too late
just open your heart
she hears every word you say
her guidance helps lead the way
forever's gone by too fast
but deep in our heart it will last
look into your soul and hear it ring
the beautiful song that she sings


Details | I do not know? | |

To Love More And More

.
Death silently crept
In the night he came
One had to gently 
Close the eyelids down

Would you be distraught
Would your heart weep
If this were your plight
To close eyes in sleep

Eternal sleep now
Would your heart break within
Would you remember
The love that we shared

Or would you sing joy
Thank God she's gone
Being tired of daily
Having to serve the lady

Serve her by working
Bringing home the bacon
Or would you want 
To go on toward home

Joining the loveone
That shared your long life
I would not want to be
The one who had to close 

Those brown eyes in death
I would want to cheat death 
Iwould want you to met him
In the air with no care

Not knowing who will go
First to the eternal shore
Help me Holy Spirit 
To love more and more


Details | Free verse | |

A Concert For Death In My Symphonic Life

At night I like to look to the sky and remember the lost ones by whom I'm inspired The angels Rena, Toni, Jeromiah, and David all showed me something, how can I repay them? My heros whos lives, troubled like mine yet never once did they ever fail to shine even as they thought they mattered not I noticed the love for the life through they fought every time they woke from the bed until one by one, my heros, fell dead When I remember, even though, ago long, I look to the heavens, and sing them a song. I feel them smile, and clap for another I give it all my love, like I do Teddy and Randy, my brothers who pulled me out of the hole in my head and gave me the strength to carry the dead into my concert, a symphonic life for its what they give me, when we get lost in the night.


Details | I do not know? | |

Weep and a Moan

Watching the sequence of sound coming out of your mouth...
But the screaming is too loud.
I can speak,
But my brain doesn't want to.

I closed the door.
Silence called for me.
Should I cry or should I run after her?

What have I done to you?
but love you uncontrollably.

Shes then left speechless.
It looks like shes out of breath,
but really I broke her.

She was fragile.
So innocent.

Run, Just run.
A gun raised..
up to her mouth.
And a taint on her heart.


Details | Blank verse | |

Situations

It's a complicated situation that I'm facing.
Between broken dreams and death planning conversations.
Constantly asking myself why I feel out of Gods hands into the arms of satin.
Praying for life after death but deep down questioning continuation.
I weary from all the back stabbing and sins and it mostly generates from my
family and friends.
Please lord tell me will this pain every end.
Can I ever walk with you and make Amen’s?
Cause only you can ever know where my soul really been.
The devils getting closer and he is coming in the forms of many men.
I hate to say it but I opened up the doors and let them in.
They pass me the weed and beer to through off my concentration.
Go to job interviews the next day say words but don't know the pronunciation.
By DNA have a father but mentally there is no relation.
It's sad to say it's darker by the day.
It took two buildings to fall before the nation united and prayed.
After the fact Mr. Bush send eighteen year old to Iraq to be living in their last days.
These are my situations





Details | Quatrain | |

The Robbery

Rob me of my purity,
But once again it's all my fault;
Fell into the trap of false promises
Because I pressed play instead of pause.


Details | Free verse | |

The Other

A seismic change has come over me these last few days, 
Ever since I fell in love with a pure and generous heart 
And ever since I pledged myself to become worthy, 
Not only of his love – but God’s 
I have found myself turning my back on the past, 
Averting my gaze from the sins I used to commit, 
From the poisons and indecent beauties that tempt
Nowadays I seek to push aside the bottle of wine 
I turn my head away when a handsome man walks by 
Or at most sneak a fleeting glimpse…
Because for me now there is only one man 
My future husband 
Or so I would like to have myself believe – 
But at odd moments, I find that I tend to lapse 
And my thoughts stray across the desert sands to you 
Reclining in your murky den of iniquity, 
All entrancing liquid eyes and serrated sensibilities 
And sometimes, despite the stab of guilt, 
I find myself wishing I was there with you…
In your arms for one last night 
One last fling with the old devils of drink and death metal 
But then, thank goodness, I always manage to catch myself
To jerk at the reins, at the self imposed bit in my mouth, 
Until my jaws are flecked with bloody foam – 
And I turn my back on your face of demonic beauty 
And raise my eyes to the heavens, to distract myself, 
Perhaps, from the tempting darkness of your soul – 
A darkness that is mirrored in my own
And that I do my best to ignore…
For the sake of my future husband and for God, 
Who try their divine best not to blame me – 
Though heaven knows I still find sin much easier than virtue
And my heart still bears a black veneer
And throbs to the beat of a death metal drum


Details | Rhyme | |

Life Stories In Wood

Storm clouds build and advance,
as thunder stampedes the air.
Reverberations caress my bones,
as I bow my head in prayer.

As I raise my face to rain,
that falls as tears on hallowed ground.
My eyes behold proud Totem poles,
touching sky and yet earth bound.

Their carved reverence, I can feel,
as they stand amid fierce winds.
Along side cold stones that offer names,
life stories these Totems lend.

A celebration of life in wood,
these sentinels against dark skies.
I stand within the storm in awe,
of their beauty, where death resides.



Paula Swanson
8/12/2011
For the contest Totems In The Darkening Sky
Sponsored by Francine Roberts
Placement: 3rd


Details | Lyric | |

Words

Pushed as for across the line as he can go
feeling more and more disappointed in his self 
His mother doesn't let him be who he wants
He reads her his poem but she just laughs
Telling him he won't get anywhere
She was disappointed in what he has become
He writes a poem about real things
But people just take it as words
Words have no meaning to them
Have you read his new poem? 
Yea I didn't understand it
I wonder why he writes about sad stuff
Will he find god?
Nah there just words


Details | Elegy | |

LAST MOMENTS WITH MY MUM

She was thinning 'way-
Her color going gray
While she drowned in sweat:
"Gerald, have you slept?"

Her voice so old,
And gave me the cold.
But how could I sleep
While mum's life could creep...?

I had been crying
Weeping and weeping
Silently for her-
My mother was dying..

I crept from my bed:
No lights; poor and said-
I held her weak hands-
Cold without life's tan:

I heard her breathing-
And my heart craving
For mama's good health.
"But," I asked myself:

"Why must she suffer
Near a weeping son?"
And where was father?
He was dead and gone.

I wept as I thought.
"Return to your cot,
You need a night's sleep."
She spoke, my heart leaped.

"I shall be here until
 Death is not fulfilled-
You shall never die
Else I shall ghastly cry."

She pressed me to her heart
And gave me a gent' pat.
"Gerald, please let us sleep
And my son do not weep.

"If I die, then god called
Causing weeds to come forth-
But do pray for my soul,
To rest in haven's hold."

"But mum," I cried. "do stop."
"Son," she continued. «Death 
Is inherent to life.
Death comes 'round as we strive."

I wept as i watched her shiver
While her pale lips quivered
As she struggled out, ''Goodbye.''

I took her hands in mine
Feeling them freezing, kind:
-thus ended her earthly stay,
While i still had much to say.....




Details | Free verse | |

No More

No More

Feeling abrupt,
Like a volcano ready to erupt
My soul a hurricane swirling
Around my empty mind and cruel
And forgotten soul.

Pain, feelings so strong,
It cannot be described
On a page with a pen.
I snatch the lunar eclipse
Away,
And beauty of the heart goes away,
No sight, no sound;
No pain, no sorrow;
No smile, no frown;
No anything, no everything.

A soul so black,
A heart so weak,
That love is long gone,
And will never return.

No pain is worth feeling,
And no pain such that I hold
Is worth writing away,
No use in finding love again,
When faced with heartbreak
One thousand times before.
No more pain, no more sorrow.

I shall go and sleep away the time,
Till Death comes calling my name,
And lilacs and violets litter my way,
And a single ruby hearted rose
Dries up and slowly dies away.

-10/3/2013-


Details | Narrative | |

Fond Memories Of My Dad From Dustin

I want to share a few, Fond memories of my dad, With an experience or two, Of the times together we had. He was a carpenter by trade, Just like Jesus used to be, But the full time job with mom he made, Was taking care of me. I remember things we did together, When I was five years old, My first fishing trip, buying my first heifer, And letting me ride a steer in a rodeo. Fixing a racecar up together was fun, It was for me to race someday, Even though it was work that was done, It seemed more like play. It was in April of 2001, When my dad helped me find a steer, I named him Blazer and he was the one, That I thought would bring a winning year. I looked forward to the pick up day to be, When my dad would be breaking in the steer, And it would be just dad and me, Because my mom, of that, she had a fear. Before he had a chance to break her in, He had a heart attack and had to rest, He told me that I’d have to step in, And just try to do my best. I was a little worried and not so sure, If I could even really do this stuff, And since it had always been my dad before, I waited for my dad to guide me when he had strength enough. My dad wanted to help me more but he was too sick, So I tried even harder this time around, And Blazer sure didn’t like the show stick, But I finally got him to walk with me on the ground. And the time came that I knew then, Blazer would be ready for the Auction show, But my dad had another heart attack again, And I realized there was life lesson for me to know. The lesson that I have learned here, Is that sometimes we really do, Take for granted our family will always be there, But you never know when they won’t be able to help you. As the brightest star in the sky, Reminds me of Nana, my dad’s mother, There is now another bright star near by, For dad and the love we shared with each other. Written for Dustin 5/27/2003 Florence McMillian (Flo)


Details | Verse | |

Confession

The fox gnaws flaking muscle
From speechless rabbit, cold
In mind and body. Men shiver
As bodies dry, spat from river.

Rings of globes circle hands
Of the thoughtless, so beaten
From paths to be told of Him, 
Waiting until eyes grow dim.

Walking among us is plague,
Standing above us is but love,
These winds will claw our youth
While faith entraps this truth.

Winter comes but we survive,
Breath and bones, colonies thrive.


Details | Lyric | |

Junkie

you know its wrong 
but you do it to overpower the pain
not strong enough to stay away from it
you would die without it
in its presence your heart knows no shame
even if you try to win the fight
your heart will overrule your mind
Theres nothing you can do
its chained to you
you cant get free
look what this drug did to you


Details | I do not know? | |

Lost as a feather,follow the pretty beads

Lost as a feather,follow the pretty beads  ,                                                                         
    Lost as the feather of a raven,I walk myself across the empty court yard,

Where I come across an occasional mound of fresh dirt not quite marked,

They seem as lost as I am,I look for her decor,as I had done the week before,

Even then I wondered why a raven would circle on this hottest of days,shadowing through the leafless trees,

My tears subside-not like the sweat ,which rolls down my face onto the crackled ground,

I stand dividing the past and the future,shadows are cast when the raven passes ,giving off an instant of the truth ,

 Why do I seek the call of the Raven,while searching for my friend,Who has left, joining the rest- dancing on cloud nine,  I am as lost as the feather there on the ground near where I ‘m sure her body lays.

There are a few pretty beads left behind,as though she had left a trail to where she had gone.

.                                -Dedicated to Lynn Summers who passed away here lately 8-1-2011


Details | Ballade | |

im restricted

im restricted with youre choices
it makes me wanna cry
im surrounded by voices 
that say, girl , why
youre amaizing and u know it
i dont have to say 
i think youve forgotten but somehow it got away
he seems to control u 
no matter what u do
its coming up sooooooo often but some how it gets to u
and baby dont defend cause i swear ill leave u in the end


Details | Haiku | |

Lace

                                                


white laced cotton lay
over the hard open ground
grandma's cup missing


Details | Rhyme | |

WAKE UP

Do not sleep, in the Mysteries of  “ LIFE “
For You may find: You have Lost Your WIFE
Imagine the devastation   : that tears Your Heart in TWO
A PAIN inflictive in a History of My “ LOVE for Y O U “ 

Do not sleep, in the Fantasies of  “ LIFE “
For in those Dreams, YOU will lose Your WIFE
Feel the cold steal blade, stabbing into a Lifeless Heart 
Seer the Flesh : with the fires of Hell, that burn a Broken Heart

Do not sleep, in the Destruction  of “ LIFE “ 
In the aftermath , when the sea stole my WIFE
When the sky was Darken, with FOREVER Grief
Will the Heaven God promised me, be my Relief

Do not sleep, in God’s Everlasting Gift of LIFE
For You would miss the Joy,  of FOREVER with Your “WIFE “
                             Eternal LIFE
                        WITHOUT a WIFE
                           Has to be Hell
                             WAKE UP !!

Author’s Note : A  Fortieth Anniversary POEM
          For My Beloved “ L E N O R E “


Details | Heroic Couplets | |

God Hates Me

In a past life I must have killed a priest, 
 or could it be that on flesh i did feast?
Maybe I brutally raped a God ordained nun.
 Because in this life I am being shunned.

My kittens have died, one every other day.
 Three total and one other will not get that pardon or stay.
Feline leukemia, so all my cats will surely die.
 The only humane thing is to euthanize, and so I cry.

Lois, then Jasper, next Quagmire, now Emmett too, 
 The mama cat, and their older brother will die, how can we get through?
Hopefully the three orphans weren't exposed enough, 
 Four weeks until we'll know, why does life have to be so tough?

The mama, Maxine, was named after my grandma who died, 
 the kids and Illyanna got her for me, because all I did was cry.
A year and a half of joy and love she brought to me.
 Why does she and all the kittens have to die, is what I plea.

What have I done to have a life where I struggle every day?
 I'm not a bad person, I'm kind and loving, how much more must we pay?
A mother, who didn't want me for a while, many men who used and abused me.
 At times like this, it makes me want to give up on life, to turn and flee.

They say God doesn't give you more than you can handle at one time, 
 I feel like its a lie, I feel unjustly convicted of a horrible crime.
Today I have to choose, let my animals suffer or give them the mercy of death.
 To bury six members of my family in seven days, will leave me bereft.

How much torture and pain must one person or family have to go through?
 This isn't some fiction story, every word I write is nothing but true.
Every passing minute, more of my heart breaks piece by piece.
 I don't smoke, or drink, or do drugs, or have sex, so I have no release.

Let me wake, and it be nothing more than a horrible dream, 
 I can't take much more of this crappy bad luck, its too extreme.
God, if you're there, why are you doing this to all of us?
 I've always been told You are someone we can trust!

Please God, please don't take anything else away.
 My heart and soul whither as the ends start to fray.
Tell me what you want me to do and I will gladly obey.
 Just please, Dear God, I can't handle the agonizing dismay.


Details | Free verse | |

Death

You will always be with me.
Death will not take you away.
In my heart you will always be.
Till we meet again some day.

God has you in his arms now.
And heavens angles do sing.
I will go on some how.
Till for me they ring.

Your loving heart and caring hands.
Raised us girls to be strong.
You always seemed to understand.
When things went wrong.

Daddy don't worry to you I will still turn.
Even if it is at your stone.
I still have alot to learn.
But I know you will never be gone.

For even in Death your love goes on.
With ever memory we share.


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Beside you in time

Standing facing you
As you face me
The words fall out of your mouth
I see them float to my ears
I read them as they fly by me
Leaving me 
Just like you are
You turn to me
And you shot me
Telling me to dig the bullet
Out of my heart
I reach inside my heart
As it crumbles apart
Into a million pieces
As i try to pick up all the pieces
I realize some are missing
And were neverto be found
I see myself
Holding the bullet
As im standing next to you
Holding up a fake smile
Things havent changed
Because
We were meant to be
Even tho you left me
I will be standing 
Beside you in time


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espionage

secrets began leaving the building
bar codes covered the license plate's
threats intimidation badgering
and fear meaningless arousal

I began to focus on her treason
again a righteous over reasoning
I was selected poet of Florida
four years in a row inspired

by montel williams and ms. survivors
i'd completed my poem mattie 
for the disabled child poet stepenek  
seated in mark ober's building on twigg 

states attorney jim shoemaker
having a panic attack
following a murder trial 
who was my imposter 

she wore dark skin 
and a very odd grin
why my death enticed her
I began to feel empty
 
again espionage a disease 
she was spreading. quickly 
throughout civil liberties finally 
I could go to the restroom 

without fear finally I could speak
without panting my imposter 
was a treasonist stealing
my passport to re enter canada

 i remembered the pelicans 
swooping their dinner 
over the seminole valley 
the whooping crane standing

in the merky waters
as alligators strolled by 
i'd remember thee imposter jane
a ladder up to my window pages ripped

why she latched on to my identity 
with a fierce strength a severe stronghold
why she believed she was me 
side by side the fbi 1994 investigating 

police corruption Jane was now a mole 
planted by corruption for the purpose 
of infiltrating fbi witness files
to sabotage an entire ongoing

corruption investigation an entire 
police department therefore killing me 
the actual witness everyday 
was the fourth of July my location 

constitution Blvd Arlington heights cemetery 
awaiting the flag to cover my coffin 
Jane relocated crime and built 
a city on that ongoing corruption 

the mother whose grandfather
protected the bischops 
in rome in wwll 
why she believed she was me

1989 a witness from chicago
a poet from tampa 1999 to 2005
standing before me four gunmen 
one seated in a tahoe with jane

the imposter the treason 
had began to explode before me
jane watching her gunman pointing 
the gun in the crowd of children

alerting the three other gunmen
while murder occured at my feet
i sat covered in yellow tape
sitting in a pool of blood

 i began to find peace
in a mans death during
the assumption of mary
after mass i was to be

assasinated and replaced
by treason it was my german
diplomatic  passport to be 
duplicated in canada dubai

mumbai london and turkey
i thought of frankfurt augsburg
munich italy and spain
while  panting my name
over and over again


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Never Me

Running fastly down the hall
Turning the corner into the kitchen
His mom standing 
Cutting the carrots
He stands well mannered
Dressed in black dress pants
A white dress shirt
Colored socks
His mom waves her finger at him
"No, Kurt, you dont wear colored socks with dress pants"
She walks over to him
Taking off his socks
A frown falls upon his face
"there just socks mom" He replies sarcasticly
He walks back to his room
Changing into white bland socks
~Years go by- Kurt is 15~

"Kurt!?" his mom yells from the top of the stairs

"yes?" He comes running down in a metallica shirt
Ripped jeans and converse shoes that have holes in them

"what are you wearing? we have to go to church, wear something nicer, why do you have to wear that stupid shirt, why cant you just be normal?" She walks away yelling at him

walking down the stairs in his outfit, Walks outside and walks down the street
"kurt?! get back here" she yells
He keeps walking
Walks further until he hits the end of the block
His mom cursing at him from afar
He sits on the corner of the street
and yells " im not going to church, im buddhist"
she stands in shock that her son has said that
She walks to the car and leaves him there
He goes back inside the house and writes her a letter

"Mom, I am 15 almost 16, Let me dress how i want, i dont want to be like everyone else, im my own person, you might not see it, but i do, and i do not wantto be bland anymore, im ready for something more exciting, wearing what i want, and not going to church, im buddhist, things have changed, you cant boss me around anymore, im getting tired of it sooner or later your going to loose me, your to busy yelling at me and how i dress to even sit and spend time with me, so im gone, i have better things to do then to just sit here and act all happy when im not. so goodbye mom have fun being boring"

Things might not actually be that bad
If she would have just let me be myself
I was never me when i was there
I was one of them
And thats something i never wanted


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Twinkle Twinkle Little Star

Twinkle twinkle little star.
I no longer wonder what you are.
Because of one much like you who died so very long ago,
the Milky Way and all its contents to that departed star we all owe.
Your sister died and through her death she created the birth
of other stars, our solar system as well as all life here on earth.
If I were to witness the death of a star
my heart would be so filled with such great adulation.
For if I were to witness the death of a star
I'd be witnessing a moment much like our creation.
So the next time someone asks you where you're from
tell them that you come from a place very far.
A far away place out there in outer space,
Created in the heart of a star.


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My Kashmir Burns (Part 2)

Another son is dead, until five he lived.
For his long life at Shah-Hamdan he had threads tied
“Shehij ninder yee nai. Gahas Kormakh Khudayas Hawale”, his mother cries.
No news can penetrate across the mountains. Satellites work here no more
My Kashmir burns. And no one knows.
An old woman with torn scarf sits besides fire. While feeding her neighbor’s child
She sighs. Is my son dead or alive? She silently cries.
In Madrasa I hear children reciting Quran. A girl’s come out dragging her feet.
I remember her from somewhere. I remember her seeing naked. 
Oh! God she is the one who was raped.

Nights have turned pitch black. My eyes are losing the habit of sight
Midnight soldier’s set another house ablaze. At least there is some sort of light.
Many letters have been written to God. Postcards posted of those raped girl’s 
But its curfew again. No post office deliver’s the message again.
Death comes from everywhere. Close your windows mother
For bullet respects no womb. It turned Gulistans into tombs.
From the plains the visitors come to visit their God’s
They are our only witnesses but hypocrites at heart.
They say paradise is kaasmir. While my Kashmir is ablaze
They testify against us. Is anybody witnessing this? No one at all
Be witness to at least this. Open up your eyes my Lord!

When paradise is painted with colors of hell, certainly divinity loses its grace
In the news the reporter is beaten. Bamboo sticks are hungry for human blood.
Let Kashmir go to hell. A new promise in their portfolio.
Threads have given up at Dastegeer’s place. Even they are horrified at our fate.
In Maisuma boys are dragged by police. They close their dreams, end their screams
In a police gypsy.
Men shape into monsters when they are given right to anarchy.
The gypsy drives them into the dark cantonments. They will remember this day
Interrogation officer comes. After celebrating his son’s birthday.
The winds from the cantonments bring their news
Burned tires around their necks. Burning stoves near their heads.
The knife tearing up their flesh.
And the boys cry, “We haven’t batted yet. Cricket. We know nothing”.

Death wants children to be headlines
Hunger has affected the heavens as well.
Graves are full. No more space left.
We need land of the plains. For our graves.
In the ac car the bureaucrat goes. The mother’s with search full eyes
Ask about their sons they lost. They drink their tears
And he sips champagne.


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Hello.../...Goodbye to Us

So eloquent the beauty absorbed around you;

You uplifted me by your sweet aroma.

Oh, I'm very sorry to say,

That day in May caused a breath to pay.

You stole my heart away

And cured my parading heartache;

Only if I'd known what would have brought that day,

Then I'd have hidden and gone another time.

I felt plagued and wanted to die;

As a lover would take a shot for you, I'd dodge infinity for you.

Yet only a stranger we both were, 

I'm here writing this letter swollen with a million tears of heavy cries. 

Maybe it could have been fate that we unofficially met;

A destiny resulting in both loss and gain.

A second's glance is certain to be the catch,

Since here I stand alone in the rain.

A passive reflection of sorrow illuminates from the scar;

My heart begins to beat slowly in rhythm with my eyes. 

The ticking of the clock abruptly stops;

"I know you're up there," I finally whisper  

…….smile


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Headlines

                                                Believe me,
                                          Just watching my TV
                                               News Flash!! 
                                                   Skyjack! 
                                      New York City Centre,Jet Crash. 
                                                 Check that.
News Call,Broadcast stall. 
Drop the headlines!! 
This is the new line 
                                            Look up on the Skyline   
Flash,Bash,Crash 
Right on the building top.    
                                                         Biff Baff!!
                                                        Heart attack!! 
On another line 
Pentagon now a exagon
Another plane drop. 
                                                 Whats that?whats that? 
Beam in on the spot.   
                                                 Another streak across the sky 
Sliiced another tower
Question asked.
                                                           Why,Why,Why? 
Whats going on?Whats going on? 
Another crash,big explosion 
Switch broadcast over to Washington
                                                       Whats your impression? 
                                                        Whats your emotion.   
Bystanders,
commentators,
confusion 
                                                         "Whats your reaction"? 
Can't believe my eyes J
Just as it began,I realize 
This is an atrocity
Right here,in the heart of the city. 
                                                   Terrorist Attack!!Terrorist Attack!!   
Then the burning Walls a falling 
Like crashing dominoes
Right to the ground. 
Limbless,
Lifeless,
a giant
 fallen.
                                             Armagadeon has arrived,without warning!!   
CIA, FBI,Home Security Then the Guv
Connecting,Enquiring
Blaming intelligence,asking why.
Collate and evaluate 
Then the appropriate reply.   
                                                Calling the president for a comment. 
"What do you think of unfolding events"? 
"WE will find the perpetrators one by one 
Whether he is hiding in Iraq,Iran, or Pakistan. 
We will call up the troops,assembly the galleon, 
Then bomb them ,blast them Clean up their land, 
Bring in new administrations, 
                                                              Thats the plan
Fireman, Policemen,all on the scene
"This is total disaster,the worst we ever seen.
Engines,sirens,surgeons and volunteers 
Combining efforts in a stream. 
Such a nightmare, awful dream 
But in the present, 
                                                           the on going theme


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Is there an Exclusive All-in-One Principle

        
  ‘ In general, quantum mechanics does not predict a single definite result for an observation. Instead, it predicts a number of  different possible outcomes and tells us how likely each of these is. ‘

 
Which side of the Wolf-coin are we looking at

                  the red or the green

           
                                 nothing then is certain

not even death but the life one endures

             
 quarks protons neutrons electrons bosons

particles like men and beings in general

                                             bathe not necessarily in the same lifeless soup

         great teachers or rather teachers with great followings

     those that always attract those who prefer to let others do the thinking  for them

         especially through transcendentally transmitted interstellar telegraphy

                 would want us believe

                                             there’s just This One

  and all comes and goes to That Only ONE

        
If only it were just as simple as that

Then what is it that This One wants

Or is It caught up in its own caveat

And must of needs come apart

        on the seed that It alone plants

 
                           and do what we may

   nothing goes wrong

            whatever the explanation

everybody is right

right from the start

 

         Big Bang from a tight-fisted unfurling hand

         Big Crunch to a crushing tightening stranglehold

and out again

         for the Brahma Day

and after aeons the Brahma Night

 
And at the stillstanding blackhole singularity

         neither space nor time

            squeezed in and out

Birth as in Death

An eventual point of total extinction

        if ever there was one

 
Yet always the two extremes

      and the ever-changing in-betweens

Matter versus Anti-Matter

Here the Yang is not lkely to be set againt the Yin

Though matter itself is neither

Is nor Is-Not-ness

         And the 96% Dark Matter

          And the infinite number of parallel universes

Does it really matter

                                        when

 
         ‘ … if you meet your antiself, don’t shake hands !

            You would both vanish in a great flash of light.’                   

 
Vanish into what

                                    Dark matter

or just non-dark matter

 
Still the duality of matter

Still the ever-changing conundrum

 
              Everything moves jostles couples alters reproduces destructs

        self-destructs
 

         ‘Sex is emotion in motion.’

 
Emotion erupts

           into thin air

      into where

Dark air

 
Motion disrupts

         and roots one here

      tied to the lunar year

 
       why should it matter

if we cannot know the reason why

ego id libido

drive faith fame femme father future

 
if super/alter ego connects the ego

       to the collective unconscious 

     
       why drown the self in the Great Self

by wilful act

       when the Ultimate One

is the sum of all the little ones

 
Is the Original One incapable of absorbing all the ones

each of whom must move to eat drink sleep

copulate make money grow roots in a society

get and fight to keep a job

make love marry raise children

struggle to keep one’s wife one’s children        

one’s house  if one can get one

one’s career one’s future

and helter-skelter race to cheat death

 
If it’s the self-same thing that’s being born anew

What does it matter if it keeps changing in view

Of the desperate haste with which everything

We see smell hear feel intute sense

Keeps hurtling away from the Ding an Sich

And leaves us with a parochial Milky Way

Bastardised stealthily by grandiose Andromeda        

Left retrograded entwined within measely galaxy clusters 

Through some trillion cataclysmic light years

 
What’s the impulse to keep moving

Is the yogi’s stilled-centre

The death of all action

Which cannot call for a reaction

Or is the art of keeping still

Merely the art of making belief

 

          ‘…actors act out the pun that life is the art of acting

until your performed role becomes your normal character.

Then you are safe inside your character armour.’

 

As soon as you have thought It out

It turns around and re-structrures Itself inside out

                 and you know just why

                                                               don’t you now

 

References to the quotations

Stephen W. Hawking, A Brief History of Time : From the Big Bang to Black Holes, London-New York, 1988.

Ibid.

Attributed to Mae West.

Eric N. W. Mottram,  « Men & Gods : A Study of Eugene O’Neill », Encore (London), 1963.

I’m not sure the « re-structuring » bit at the end comes from
Steven Weinberg or John Gribbin, or perhaps even from Fred Allan Wolf ?

 

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2005 ; rev. 2012. From the collection : Poems Omega-Plus, 2005.


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Wings of Death

Stick me with your blade of treachery you cad
Lose me forever and forget what we had
Grind your heart of stone into dust
Watch me as I rust
Live with your rotting regret
But you, I will forget

Pick up the frozen pieces of your shattered soul
Choose your path as you follow the devil into the unknown
Mind the twisted winding road 'less you fall
Botch your life as you dance for the demons like a puppet on a string
Give into the seduces of the devil's wife
Cut your heart out and consume you she will

Silence your cries, they live for the silence
Die you miserable worm, they merely laugh as you cry
Lie upon the ground, drenched in blood-whisper goodbye
Slither away, like a snake she goes as you wither
'Die my puppet, die'
Sing the sweet song of no regret, unfurl your wing
-of death


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The Broken Heart- Her Fatal Mistake

She smiles at two beautiful white doves
Prompting her to pray to above
Wondering will she ever find love
Her heart continues to ache
Pain so deep, she just can not take
The doves fly into the sky
Thinking she must be the reason why
Alone she is getting ready to say her final goodbye
Clouds creeping in… She begins to walk towards the lowering sun
Dreaming of that day she thought she met the perfect one
A young girl once ambitious and fun
Her heart ripped into two
Wishing for a simple fix, yet there is no strong enough glue
Still walking towards the sun
Ignoring what is about to come
A pain far too much to take
She chose to make that fatal mistake 


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What Will I Be

What will I be?
When the flowers of spring shrivel in upon themselves,
Cradling their heads like the sick,
the elderly,
the lost.
Every line of faces I’d once known
withering away to pruning beings,
left in sun too long.
When each ocean has dried up,
leaving nothing but ancient salts,
somber and decayed to debris and dirt.
Every memory I’d once had,
falling from an empty skull
without lips, or ears, or eyes.
As flesh clings to hollow bones rotting beneath the weight of soil,
heavy on such a sunken chest,
carrying those heavy, lonely burdens.
When the smoldering stars extinguish in a flash of smoke and stardust,
and the remnants of every wish on comets
billows down from the sky to my hands.
What will I be?
When fatal disease courses through your worn veins,
and recollections slowly begin to cease
as you sway further and further into blurring lands.
Meanwhile my heart grows heavy with every last breath you take,
every last word you manage,
and every faint beat of your heart becomes
the march of death as it slows,
to lead you where I’ll never reach.
What will I be?
When every single touch,
and smell,
and sight,
and taste,
and sound
of everything I knew,
spills like sands from shattered glass,
never to be forged again to something I could hold.
What will I be?
When everything I know is gone.


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away with the sun

Its getting late
but you already came 
and while you were here
things never change 
you lay with me
and tell me your words
then you leave 
and I feel hurt.
Its not you that hurts me 
but the sound of the door
closing behind you 
I know for sure 
you'd like to stay 
but you never do
I'm left alone 
missing you. 
These days its more frequent 
you leave so much
that you're gone more hours 
than the day brings sun
and I have begun 
to feel so numb
when the door closes 
another night I run
far away from the thoughts I have 
because its killing me to look
at my empty hands
I remember when we were on the sand 
you told me you loved me
but you weren't my man 
and so I walked, feeling okay
but too many months 
now I want you to stay
Am I selfish?
asking too much?
You only visit me an hour
after dusk
and I must go on
but should I stay?
when you see me sometimes
but its always too late.


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found by the lost

The world of ice,
in perfect white,
tainted blood,
as black as night,
the love of lost,
on end of chain,
the shoeless freak,
out in the rain,
the homeless child,
lost in fright,
sleeps by day,
runs by night,
always forward,
never back,
the heartless Psycho,
the bodies stack,
the dark and red,
on silver blade,
you now lay in,
the bed you made.


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Diamond In The Rough

The Diamond in the rough has been lost in the masses of panicked flesh
He looks through the eyes of the unnoticed,
He thinks with the questioning of his being,
He only looks to escape the day

The Diamond in the rough only leaves in the night
bereft of joy he entraps his plight
He makes music alone waiting for pain to escape
he looks in the mirror and cries at his face

the Diamond in the rough he's escaped far away
He's tired of the masses he sticks to like clay
He walks the silk plains and travels alone,he's severed all contact with his past and his home

His potential may be realized and maybe it won't
He writes in his soul what his eyes have absorbed
They hear it and like it but they always want more

His soul's been exchanged by demons in suits
For MTV slots, platinum plaques,drugs,sex, and a bust in a room

The Diamond in the rough,no longer there lies
but he's had enough he's decided to fly

The fame and the fortune has darkened his day
It's tragic, but masses proclaim him cliche'

He knew they would view him as weak,and then scared
Nothing else mattered he was always prepared

He couldn't fear fear any longer inside
Alone in a tower a diamond he died


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My Goodbye To A True Love

My Goodbye To A True Love

How could you have left me?
I never had the chance to say goodbye
I never had the chance to tell you how I felt
How much my heart will break without you in my life?
You had so many qualities God wants in a person
A golden heart that shined with love and caring
You had a smile that infected everyone you met
Your spirit shone like a beacon in the midnight sky
I am sure that God had plans for you
Otherwise he would not have taken you so soon
I am sure that you are in Heaven with other angels
Your memory will live in me and everyone who ever met you
Maybe one day God will look at me and decide that you and I were soul mates
He will see that I belong with you and He will take me in His arms
Holding me until you and I can be together again
I will take you in my arms and gently kiss you
And that will be the moment I will know that Heaven truly exists


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Count Your Blessings

What went wrong? Why did life runaway?
I was only a kid. Why did I have to pay?
I know I wasn't perfect. Not always a nice guy.
But, others are worse and they seem to get by.
I live life slow, now, can't seem to get back in paise.
Like life's a big compitision and I'm last in the race.
I got in a car wreck, that messed me up bad.
But, I could end my depression by counting what I still had.
I couldn't talk to communicate, but atleast I could still write.
Couldn't walk either, but won that in a fight.
Lost alot of friends that were close to me too.
Now, I see who was false, and the ones that were true.
My body was still intact and at least I could see.
Saw and heard many people, alot worse off then me.
One thought in my head that made me wanna prance.
I must be special. God gave me another chance.


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The Stone

                            
 
 
Thank you God for our inscribed laws
you placed on a stone tablet
revealing yourself unto Moses 
that we may gain knowledge of our creator
and learn that only through you
shall we be set free from captivity
which has sentenced all to death due to sins
one that takes notice from that time to present
can see clearly that with man alone  
not even the first laws if one
 given can be followed
they act as if they are intoxicated staggering unable to focus and read
unaware of the left foot trying to lead one 
to stumble off the ledge
falling and tumbling into the pit
I thank you Lord for the courage
you instilled in David
as he picked out his stone
knowing that with your guidance he would defeat the giant
teaching us to fear not the one that can only harm the body,but come to know you
which is in control of body and soul
I thank you for your son Jesus
for through this covenant the laws from the stone tablet have been
 inscribed on hearts and minds
for none can escape their judgment
And for showing all to drop the stone from their hands that where so eager to throw and focus more on oneself, remembering we our all sentenced to death until we are reborn
giving wisdom of the battle is not of the seen but the unseen serpent that crawls in the dark
which has already been defeated
on that third day when the stone 
was rolled away
when all the labor pains of the world
was delivered unto a new existence
bringing forth guidance unto the narrow path
I am thankful you have shown me 
I was rolling a stone 

over the only one which could set me free 

crucifying Him daily in my heart 

preventing any connection to spark 

living in own desires blind to my surroundings 

How could I grow when the stone blocked out all light , leaving me to wonder in darkness 

I was a dead piece of wood 

which had been washed up from the sea 

trying to make since of this new land 

in search, to be ignited to glow 

For only by calling on the resurrection power of Jesus 

shall the stone be rolled away 

busting it into pieces from His word 

allowing the Lord to make himself known within  

now learning to crucify myself daily 

that I may bring glory to Jesus which saved me 

calling on the Lord to find dwelling in thy heart 

buring the oldself and being 

resurrected by His spirit 

building from the cornerstone once rejected 

in order to build within the Kingdom 
 
 
 
 


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THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING

Shush be calm, it’s okay I’m right here,
You’re hugging my pillow and shedding a tear

You have my memory and I feel your heart,
Always forever till death do us part.

We’ll always have Paris and the empire state building
Watching the Bulls and the yankees out fielding 

But there’s nothing like kissing and the shared living touch,
and the holding of hands that we loved so much.

The smell of your perfume at the end of a day
Knowing that just before work we had shower play

Making love in the moon light the sun and the rain
The memories of beach the car and the plane

Running naked through sand dunes and chasing the sun
Naked moon bathing naming stars just for fun

It was always and only about just you and me,
And it always and shall be for eternity.

 Please don’t go just yet I have something to say
Then you can let my balloon float away

I thought I knew love and knew what to do
But it all went so wrong when I met you

My wires got crossed an my thinking went wonky
My smarts all went south on a pantomime donkey

But now that I’m gone I don’t want you to worry
I don’t want you to rush to get here in a hurry

It’s all down to you now to play and explore
Before you join my photo in our sons bottom draw

Thank you for sharing your life and your love
I’ll be watching you always from the blue skies above

From the wind in your hair to the moon in your eyes
 From the warmth of the sun and the sea and the skies

Feel loved and not spied on, I want your sprit to fly
I can’t live with the thought of making you cry.


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The Art of Living Part One

Helen Caccumise was a very inspirational person. She loved drawing, painting, music 
and reading books. She owned a Veterans home in Greenwich Ohio, where I live. She 
has known my grandma Sandy for thirty years. They started the Veterans Home 
together. I always went up to the veterans home when I was little; it was around the 
time I started to call Helen, Granny Helen. She was a second mother to everyone. She 
would be the one to say that everyone looks for the perfect life to step into. They take 
all the right paths to get where they want to go, but no matter what, they always come 
back home to themselves. I usually went up there to hang out with a guy named Pat, he 
was a veteran. He went into the service when he was in his twenties. We were best 
friends but then something happened and everything changed when Megan (Helen’s 
Daughter) took over the veteran’s home. Helen lived in the house across from ours, so i 
always went to her house. She bought me my first ferby. She was the one that told my 
sister if she ate a full cigarette that she would be a smoker when she got older. Of 
course my sister ate it; guess what she is now a full time smoker, it’s funny how things 
work out that way.I’m writing about what happened the day Helen died because it’s still 
fresh in my memory, like it happened yesterday. I’m still getting over the loss of her. I 
spent most of my time with Helen because she helped me through my troubled times 
and she always wanted to listen to me play my bass guitar. So I owe her everything I 
own. If writing this memoir would help me find a way to get rid of the guilt then I’ll do it.


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Asking for a name list

To cry I’ll be able to make
How many people
After my death?
Who are they?
What are they of mine today?
Did I love them?
Did I do for them?
Why they would cry?
Did I cry?
For why? For whom?
Yes, I’m dying soon.

_______________________


May 3, 2010
Kallyanpur, Dhaka
Bangladesh


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Judas Iscariot

Judas Iscariot


Through and through bent and bowed,
your withered heart cries aloud.
Alone oh, so alone!
In tempests darkened blackened soul
I stared, stared unto the night
where broken angels hid from sight.

Was it Satan who offered up
a golden chalice, a golden cup?
So the priests and Judas too
agreed on thirty pieces for the Jew.
As the silver was counted out;
see the Roman soldiers all about.

Now to betray with a kiss,
an ear cut off you’ll never miss.
Poor Peter denied me thrice,
as the cock crows run like mice.
So to the temple Iscariot goes,
seeking justice seeking blows.

Find a tree, ta hang ye by,
broken man soon ta die.
This field of blood know this day,
is where Judas chose ta lay.
Pilate asked a clever ruse,
“Art thou, the king of the Jews?”

Through and through, bent and bowed,
your withered heart cries aloud.
Alone oh, so alone !
In tempests darkened blackened soul
I stared, stared unto the night,
where broken angels hid from sight.


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Tough As Nails

Hopeful doesn’t mean stupid
That doesn’t mean I wasn’t stupid
I was in a state and messed up
Simple as that.

I could dramatize
Spill all the stars from my eyes and mouth and cry out for answers but,
I won’t. 
My spirit can dance alone.
A lapse in judgement will not throw it off beat because it dances to a cosmic drum. My heartbeat and no one else’s.

Dropped my shield 
Set myself on fire 
Burned up a daft dream 
And fell to ashes.

I’ve proven to relate to the phoenix 
Both of us know what it’s like to die a quick death and come back stronger
Time and time again
Our ashes swirl into the manifestation of our desires and in that I find my comfort.

Boulders
Hard topped, granite counters
Tough as nails kid
But kid is man or at least he pretends to be.

Smart phones aren’t so smart but, I’m writing this on one
Sedatives and sad, country music mood swims through my veins.

Excuse me, while I go have a drink with that phoenix.


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ONE DAY WE WILL MEET AGAIN

I KNOW THAT YOU HAD TO GO AND LET YOU LIGHT SHINE IN HEAVEN WITH A GLOW.

I AM THANKFUL FOR THE TIME THAT WE SHARED TOGETHER FOR THE TIME JUST TO BE NEAR YOU.

FOR THE WONDERFUL CONVERSATIONS THAT WE HAD FOR THE LOVE YOU HAVE GIVEN TO ME.

AS MUCH AS I DIDN'T WANT YOU TO LEAVE DEEP IN MY HEART I KNOW THAT YOU WOULDN'T WANT ME TO GRIEVE.

NOW YOU ARE SPREADING YOU WINGS SO YOU CAN FLY.

WITH ALL THE ANGELS IN THE SKY WITHOUT ANYMORE PAIN OR SORROW WITH TEARS TO CRY.

YOU WOULD WANT ME TO GO ON AND DO MY VERY BEST AND GIVE THE LORD THE REST.

FOR YOU WILL ALWAYS BE IN MY HEART FOR WE WILL NEVER BE APART.

FOR YOU ARE WITH ME ALWAYS I KNOW THAT YOU ARE HERE  AND YOU WILL ALWAYS BE NEAR.


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I'm All That's Keeping You Alive

Another a cappella song my friend and I made a long time ago...

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I wish I can save you
But I can't even save myself
You beg me for mercy but mercy's empty inside
I'm Stronger Again
And you're giving in
To all of this pain that I am inflicting upon you
I am...

The whispers in the night
The heart that's pounding in your head
The darkness over light
The monster underneath your bed
The death that waits for you
Lingering behind every door
I'm that voice deep inside
I'm all that's keeping you alive

I wish I can spare you
Your voice faded slowly, now you can't breathe 
You beg me for mercy 
But darling I am empty
The life's dying out
And you're crying out 
To stop all this pain that I am inflicting upon you
I am...

The whispers in the night
The heart that's pounding in your head
The darkness over light
The monster underneath your bed
The death that waits for you
Lingering behind every door
I'm that voice deep inside
I'm all that's keeping you alive

Please remember:
I Still Love You
This isn't me but
Someone else...

The whispers in the night
The heart that's pounding in your head
The darkness over light
The monster underneath your bed

The one who's there for you
The one who catches all your tears
I'm that voice deep inside
I'm all that's keeping you alive






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life and the giver

life and the giver

the giver has given to us the life
the art of life 
is the science 
within the mind 
to live 
acting as rationally thought
with realness, 
pureness, 
humility, 
tolerance, 
dignity, 
self-thought/awareness, 
self concept 
and being in life 

(to which at some variance and instance, all shall and must cease to effect at once) : not to just exist, for we all live to die! 

'one one cocoa fill basket' - one thing at a time.
'one hand wash the other' - each of us needs the other to live as peeple in oneness. 

opn16112012/0838

from: "the mind and the science of life" book no. 13 of 2012 
november 2012

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-and-the-giver/
onalethuso petruss ntema

opncompanies.bw@gmail.com


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Visiting the Badger Hole

Oh, the leaves are liquid yellow
As we ride on through Custer Park,
In search of that old Badger Hole:
Home of the poet Badger Clark.

Yes, we come to step back in time—
It’s a historic rule of thumb—
Where the city does not crowd you,
And man can be scattered some.

The old cabin now sits empty—
A last poetic monument—
Proving that words can still live on
Where men have lived and come and went.


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The Mayas veil

Apocalypse if prepared tomorrow,
The Mayas veil
Might reveal
Today we must revel and read my song of sorrow.


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My last dying breath

With my last dying breath, I will whisper your name. As my life slips away slowly, so does this pain. 
   Your name passes my lips, and releases it's grip. No more need to hold on, to this broken love trip. 
   Let me die all alone, you're too cold to come home. Now here in this light, your true colors have shown. 
   I held on for so long, said I'll never let go. But I've found peace in my soul, as my heart starts to slow. 
   Now burry me deep, in my own silent tomb. So heaven can take me, into it's uplifting womb. 
   I'll look down from the sky, as you struggle through life. And quietly pray, you get through all this strife. 
   At days end your alone, in your own bed of lies. And no one will hear, when your heart breaks and cries. 
   But  if you say you can fake it, 'til you finally make it. Then my life's in your hands, so feel free to take it. 

   For this life's not a game, we can play with no shame. It's a legend and story, that we leave with our name. 
   I'll go down in the books, as a man of good deeds. You'll go down with the world, suffocated in greed. 
   Now I'll spread my great wings, I'll look up and I'll fly. Leaving my last written passage, where I bid you good bye...
   
   


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Devil in the Desert

So many travelers in caravans have witnessed
eerie sightings of men’s bodies torn apart
and buried halfway by desert storms.

“The sands are cursed by an evil sorcerer,
who had a spells book, coated with human skin
as a book jacket,” some say in trembling whispers.

It is said that in the night of a full moon,
a beast wakes up from its slumber in the dark dimension,
and gets into the desert, changing human blood to diamonds.  It is a cross-breed 
of a lion and serpent; only the daylight it fears.

A prize has been put on the monster’s head,
but only the bravest assassins are daring to lead
their souls to the darkest of the dark.

A roar is all the desert’s visitors hear,
filling their souls with fear.


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My heart will go on and on

My bags are all packed and ready to go, Goodbye my love, you know I hate to leave For it’s the only way to escape from the pain that you had gave. I’m stepping on a board of a ship trying to hold back the tears, I used to think that I have an answer to everything, To my worried mind that is full of fears. Sailing into the ocean of North Atlantic As I embrace the wind that twirling above the sky Standing beneath the silence, Watching the passengers chatting, laughing Enjoying the night, sipping their wine Others are not, just sitting beside the ship Maybe they are just like me Carrying a heavy heart that are drowning In sadness and graving for a love that had gone Some are smiling saying hi Clanging on the arms of their love ones. Still, I’m standing beside this ship Holding the locket that you had gave, As I heard the screams that echo in my ear Children’s crying craving for help, lovers clanging in their arms The titanic where I pass is about to sink Collide with an iceberg, this voyage Would be the end of my life? I run as fast trying to escape, But it’s too late; I thrown into the deep ocean My body shaking, I begun to sleep Tried to open my eyes, I see your face Holding the locket closes to my heart The memory of you I will bring Unto the last minute of my breath. That my heart will go on and on, Like a water from the sea that flow. Written By: Cheryl Aldea My heart will go on and on Contest Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver


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Litany of Decay

This is for Litany of Decay

All hope tonight is just a void
Th cure was lost so long ago
But I still dream you will lie  next to me
Though you gave up on me so long ago

I miss the way the pain made me forget
I miss the way the pain made me Lose all misery

All hope tonight is just a void
Th cure was lost so long ago
But I still dream you will lie  next to me
Though you gave up on me so long ago

I miss the way the pain made me forget
I miss the way the pain made me Lose all misery

All hope tonight is just a void
Th cure was lost so long ago
But I still dream you will lie  next to me
Though you gave up on me so long ago

I miss the way the pain made me forget
I miss the way the pain made me Lose all misery

Your love was never meant for me
Nothing I was when you met me
Nothing I was when you left me
Nothing I am as I destroy myself

I must Live to face another day
To sing this damned litany of decay
My heart beckons for the grave
But there is no escape
So I sing this litany of decay
Don't mind me as I fade

Dance with me under the light of the moon
And sing to about my doom
Serenade me with an epitaph 
So I might feel what it's like to truly die

I see your face, it takes all the pain away
But you suddenly fade into the darkest of shade

Your love was never meant for me
Nothing I was when you met me
Nothing I was when you left me
Nothing I am as I destroy myself

I must Live to face another day
To sing this damned litany of decay
My heart beckons for the grave
But there is no escape
So I sing this litany of decay
Don't mind me as I fade

Living is suffering
Homicidal with you
Suicidal without you
I understand if you give up on me

The burden will fall
Today I might, today I may
Set you free, from me 

Your love was never meant for me
Nothing I was when you met me
Nothing I was when you left me
Nothing I am as I destroy myself

I must Live to face another day
To sing this damned litany of decay
My heart beckons for the grave
But there is no escape
So I sing this litany of decay
Don't mind me as I fade


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O' Darkest Night

“O my love, my wife!  Death, that hath suck’d the honey 
of thy breath,  hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.”  

Last we kissed, where summer’s lease hath too short a date,
and winter’s chill laid a breath upon thy face,
hath stell’d thy brightest smile.
Sweet coral days frail blight to rust, and now mine empty hands,
to wring despair from what will never be.
O, behold my eyes that weep, and empty arms that flail
So blind I am! I cannot fly on broken wings! 
No other love could ever grieve so well. 
Shall hence, I now exist an empty shell?
O’ she of flaxen hair, fair cheeks so pale,
My love is as a fever, longing still.   To never be again?
My sorrow greater than the darkest night.
Disquiet of my heart cries out beyond the distant stars.
O' fate thy has forsaken, canst thou, O' cruel!
Sweet love so rare, a thing beyond compare. 
Where whence my love, once like the lilac full
The blossom fragrant, o' so sweet as whippoorwill
Ere' slumber's chain has bound me.
Weary I am with pain, I haste me to my bed
Where dreams will keep us never parted
Linked to thee forever, I will ever be upon my death
With day, by sun awakened, again I must recall
Thy song has waned, the garland dead
Whence dost return new storms, again to bring mine tears
Yea, gentle are mine dreams where thee appears. 
Linked to thee forever, I will ever be, 
upon the blade, upon the sword, asleep
My swollen heart with anguish weeps…forever is my love to keep.
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For The Contest : Romeo and Juliet...how tragic is love
Sponsored by *A Wandering Butterfly*


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Les Emotions - Monsieur L'Vampyre

 MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE les émotions
My time flows like the Seine down to the sea
except there is no ocean ending me
and like a river I must keep
emotions running ever deep,
as I go on through my eternity.

How long's omega into where I go?
Much longer than the Seine will ever flow,
and through the visions failing death
that ends all things, in just a breath,
and through the end of everything we know.

I must not let my mind to come unfit,
by dwelling on these things--not for a bit;
no matter how bad things may seem
to think on them, I'd have to scream
not knowing how I'd come to live with it.

And so I must forget where I have been,
whom I have loved, and faces I have seen,
and lay all friends to yesterday,
for love of them would make my way
more difficult, than if I wiped it clean.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa


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THE UNHOLY DEAD

   THE UNHOLY DEAD
He would take her to heaven if she chose to go
but her world's just a place for the dead,
if she had a solution he wanted to know,
in a while it would be in his head.

All her world is a place for the unholy dead
she might answer his question two times,
in a while he might see, but will lose it instead
holding out for an answer that rhymes.

she might answer his question, and answer it twice,
"yes I love you but don't want to go,"
so he holds out much longer because of the price
of the things that he never should know.

"Yes I love you but it's not time for me to leave,"
she has told him, but didn't explain,
"Love is something you never should know nor believe,
unless you are a sweet summer rain."

Yes she told him, but didn't tell all that she knows,
he can't see how she loves him so much,
like a sweet summer rain she appears and then goes
to the heaven he wants her to touch.

He can't see how she loves him, his heart is so blind,
nor that they are in heaven--but how?
And he wants so to touch her, and then he will find
they're together in heaven right now.

How they got to heaven, she said time and again,
"I have loved you much longer than me,"
and together in heaven, they see how love's been
for as long as a true love can be.

She has loved him much longer than sweet summer rain
and before she was ever a child,
for as long as a true love that's hard to explain,
from where-ever a true love is filed.

And before she was young, in her place of the dead,
they were younger than love ever knows,
and where-ever love is, in the heart or the head,
they've gone into where-ever love goes.
© ron wilson


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Lets Fly Away

I spread my wings to fly away,
I spread my wings not to die today. 
My soul is being torn open now,
My soul will break free and not come down. 

Noise and music fill my ears to a point of over flow,
it run's through my veins and pores out so slow. 
It runs so wild and free,
not knowing where it wants to be. 

So let me fly for Christs sake, all i want to be is free,
you hold me down long enough and you'll see that I'm a monster like you never seen.


Details | I do not know? | |

Mermaid Dreams

My sweet daughter
I picture you playing
amongst the mermaids,
wearing a necklace of sea-shells
and white shiny pearls.
You loved the ocean
and even on your worse days
when the cancer had
taken away all your energy
you would have us carry you 
down to the sandy beach.
You would sit watching the high tides
bouncing waves on the shore.
I often wondered what you thought
about as you sat there.
One day you turned to me and said,
"Wouldn’t it be great to be a mermaid?"
Memories of you as a small girl 
reading the Little Mermaid stories
brought fresh tears to my eyes.
"What would you do if you were a mermaid?"
I asked. 
So you told me how 
you would swim far away to
find your prince and forever love 
waiting on a distant shore.
Something that would never happen now
that your cancer was terminal.
Today with a heavy heart 
I spread your ashes across those same waves.
My heart breaking with missing you.
“Swim my little mermaid swim,”
I whisper into the breeze.


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The Vanity of Religion

Your above, but you love me, don't you? just by your words, but not in your heart if that makes it easier to face me let it be a start You know what is better for me? pretend monsters and men with wings a place after the conscious leaves whats wrong in believing in eternal black peace? Then there was nothing, not even silence everyone shook by his outspokenness every last hope of his lies only in people who truly exist not of fairies in the sky but of heros like you and I who are not afraid to die and end all in the blink of the eye the eye that you say overseeing us all is probably the smarter for being the father of the story that gave hope to the helpless a crutch for me is useless Spirit in the sky I hear you late at night your with me as I cry against me when I lie guiding light shining always reminding I am never alone with a warmness inside I know that I'll make it with this religion defined as mine


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All Along the Watchtower Re-Visited for 9-11

"There must be some kinda way to find out here"
Said the seeker to the stealer
"There's too much confusion
I'm struggling to be the reveal"

"Conglomerate men, they drink my wine
Politicians dig my earth
None will level on the line
Because none of them are worth it" hey

"There is reason to get excited"
The seeker, he kindly spoke
"There are many here among us
Who feel our governments a joke"

"Now you and I, we've lived through this
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now
The hour is getting late", hey

Hey

All along the watchtower
Liars kept the view
While all the women came and went
Barefoot servants too

Outside in the cold distance
The C.I.A. did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl, hey

All along the watchtower
All along the watchtower

All along the watchtower on that tragic September day
We need some investigation, for someones has to pay
Now you and I, we've lived through this, and this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now, before this generations to late

We will always remember, and remember who we lost that day
We need some investigation, for someone has to pay
All along the watchtower, a nation in mournful cries
We are not so blind, it's amazing what you can see when you close your eyes

All along the watchtower
All along the watchtower




James, we lost you in Kensington, England. The Star Spangled Banner will
live long in your past. I can't say the same for some of your American so
called country people. Thank you for allowing me to gracefully use . . . .
'All Along the Watchtower' it's blatantly obvious someone was not.

To all the lost in the 9/11 tragedy, my thoughts will always be with you.


 All Along The Watchtower by Jimi Hendrix, with some lyrics changed 




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Passion And Shame Torment Him

otra vez,otra vez` I do, say and say again I am the rock star of the ring I risk my life again and again for fame, Some might think of my passion As just being poetic and practical Or simply culture or unethical However, nevertheless not when my life is on the line Stronger than a herd of Buffaloes Faster than the Speed of a race horse, He is now broken free of his corral A streak of fury, rushes me Despite my fear of dying, My main focus is to Take the bull down by its horn >> I looked deep into his eyes, I saw mingling of rage I carefully swung the cape, A taunt of furling red Aiming for its horns The crowd roars, while The old ladies sob for the bull The men cheers for Salvatore the Matador Nothing more stimulating than the ladies with the beautiful smiles The bull is going to die


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Cellar Door Escape The Fate

We walk through the doorway, heard you calling from the hall
To find you in the bedroom not breathing at all
I drag your body to the cellar where we lay, 
the wax it melts away, 
I kiss your face...
Now we are starting to love you more,
your body's on the canvas, 
That I painted on the floor
Now you wait,
like the drug, 
like the change in the pain it goes on for so long
And oh,
now it hurts in the worst way, 
now that you're gone, 
its so wrong,
its so wrong....
If I could take you somewhere,
I'd take you to my darkest place, 
scatter you in art forms, admire the whore,
beauty in different ways your hands on picture frames, 
your eyes in the glass wear your face as a mask
Now they are starting to love you more, 
a gallery of your beauty no charge at the door
As you wait, 
like the drug, 
like the change in the pain it goes on for so long
And oh, 
now it hurts in the worst way, 
now that your gone, 
it's so wrong, 
it's so wrong....
And down below your veins run dry your vacant eyes, 
I lost control your face is pale, 
your body's cold
And down below your veins run dry your vacant eyes, 
I lost control your face is pale, 
your body's cold
(face is pale your body's cold )
Wait, like the drug, 
like the change in the pain it goes on for so long
And oh, now it hurts in the worst way, 
now that your gone, 
it's so wrong, 
it's so wrong...



Details | Lanterne | |

Outside This Reality

              One
         Must choose
     Where they want
         To or not to
              Exist


Details | Rhyme | |

Whispered Words

Out of every shadow they creep and crawl,

twisted faces of pain, more evil grins with the night time fall.

The shadows swallow themselves in deeper pits of black,

kind, considerate? These are just the begining of the things they lack.

Children once, beloved by none. Tormenting each other just for fun.

Light hurts, so they stay out of the sun. But even in a sliver of shade there could be a ton.



Fighting, ripping and gnashing at one another,

hating, even though they should be considered blood brother.

A door creaks open, they fall silent and so does the air,

Stillness creeps in heavy like a cool blanket of shivering fear.


She is happy, her long blonde hair flowing out behind her,

"Don't worry Mom! Nothing will happen!" she yelled behind her once more.

Wrapping her scarf around her neck like a noose, it was a little too loose.

She skip-walked, humming a little tune to her childhood,

trying to remember it the best she could.


Whispers in the alley. The drunkard passed out and coming down off crack.

The whispers talk of murder, fowl play they say. Stumbling upward off his back.

Black broken boots belong to a broken owner, doing a stagard walk down the alley.


/Flip Flop\ Goes the clip clops as they meet the side walk. 

Up the ally the voices still in the back of the man's head with the murder talk.

/Bump\ Drunkard and Girl face to face. Her heart pumping hard it just started to race.

Out of his pocket flys a hand. She flitches. No Hit. As her mind catches pace.

"Spare some shchange?" asks the man looking like he is covered in mange.


(bet you all thought this was going to end a little different, huh?)


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A man called Bob

A man called Bob

I met a man some years ago
A man with so much soul
He was a Maori warrior
And he seemed so very whole
We used to play Guitar together
And we’d talk of mystic things
Whenever I think of my friend Bob
Such sadness does this bring.

Bob he was a ‘one off’ man
He stood there all alone
Most folk they just worshipped him
For never was he known
To hurt someone in anyway
With mouth or foolish act
He was a total ‘gentle man’
With courage, style and tact.

Old Bob, he taught me how to live
Though I’m not there quite yet
He died of cancer of the brain
And I will not forget
How I watched his essence leave his shell
On that day so long ago
Now in, my deepest vastest depths
A part of him does glow.

27 July 2013@0440hrs.



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A Turning Point

 Within seconds, life and death collide
Within a blink of an eye, your last moments
To hope, to trust, and to surety you are tide
Your heart falls to its knees, and begins to pray to a God it so desperately needs
You begin to lose ground….
Your very last breath …as you exhale and inhale is soo profound
For it marks your very being
All your sense are directed inward
With sudden fear your heart is well cornered 
And a shrieking silence begins to sound, like thunderous cries
Your mind begins to play tricks, to you, it tells false wishing lies
Do not give up, to move head on…it whispers! it lies!
With that last breath. As you exhale and inhale you still exist 
What was once real
 When life was once clear
All of that banishes
Even the hoping! The longing! For a nobler tomorrow vanishes
Leaving all your nerves fried
Leaving your soul dried
Your very gist slowly but surely have died
Numbness begins to creep in
Like a devil when he whispers a sin
Like a drum roll leading to a scene’s climax
Like when your heart drops to your feet
 When all stops…silence engulfs, 
Shhhh!!!
Can you hear it?
The wait begins to take a heavy toll on your nerves,
for the moment that you have for soo long anticipated
The very instance…
The moment when life and death collide
The very last moment,
When to hope, to  trust and to surety your soul is tied
It all of a sudden unfolds, leaving that body of yours dead and cold
A chapter finally ends
A heart is finally set at rest 
I say my goodbyes
And wish only to see you in the afterlife
 


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Hemlock Valentine

The image I imagined,
Alas! It has not passed. 
For I am afire with carnal desire, 
unquenched and dying fast! 
My sweetest bane, I shan't complain- 
you are my Love, my Death, my Pain! 
Through my heart, a stake! Oh, do indicate 
the grave where Love was lain.


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The Deadly, Fatal Kiss Of The Spider Woman

After she drank his bitter wine of selfish, pathetic love
She slyly sang him her haunted chant 
"The laughs on you", she crooned in her soft malicious tune

At times, she could act with chicane
She had many charms when treated well...
Deadly ones - when not
Oh yes...
She herself may at times have sinned
But he-had the stain of evil, paltry love

Now...Inside her gossamer labyrinth she lay
Carefully, diligently spinning her web
Revealing nothing-and everything
She'd weave her silky snare inside his heart
Laying her toxic eggs of betrayed despair
Spinning her poisonus venom of painful truth

Oh yes...
Her bite is deadly now
She could have been his 'Velvet Rose'
But, he crushed her petals rare
Ending her silken dreams
With his evil malicious schemes
Her spider's web became untethered
Attaching itself by a single thread
To his shoddy veil of evil, selfish love
    Now...She is the hunter
    And...He is the hunted
In the coming eve... 
She'd deliver her poisonous, lethal sting
He'd be noones's lover now
Her threads would cut his miserable flesh
Her deadly venom would seal his fate
Remaining nothing more
Than an ancient, slithering shadow
All along the castle walls

For some time a deadly secret she doth keep
"Revenge”, she whispers, while he sleeps
 
She was once his only lady
With ivory skin and beauty fair
She fed him nectar from her raven hair
His betrayal seared her hemorrhaged heart
She'd warned him with many words and fiery stares

"Thou shalt not indulge in wicked fare
Be ever so watchful, do not betray
Beware, where thou heart doth leave
Take heed" said she, "Just who thy seed deceives".

In her chamber dark at night, this maiden fair
Planned his demise with scourged nectar, bitter sweet
Stirring her venomous, poisonous treat
Or would dagger to his heart she’d plant
Bid him die a dark and painful lingering death
Upon his sleeping body that she'd leave 
As she crept silently into his chamber - 
These words she bitterly but victoriously said...

"Thou shalt betray no more. 
Thou has sinned against me...
Taken my love in shame
"Betray no more", she said".
     But now
Thou is thankfully, forever DEAD!"

Her silken threads had cut his miserable flesh
Her deadly venom had sealed his fate
    Now...he remained nothing more
Than an ancient, slithering shadow...
All along her castle walls

                                  ____________________________________
                                                                #






 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


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SAVAGE

.................SAVAGE.
Negotiating's not part of our fame,
But bringing Death, and this we always will,
As certain as we have, throughout our game
Of Hide and Seek, and eager for the kill.

The crashing in of door, always our way,
Make no mistake, only the dead will know
What never comes to light of night or day,
Remaining part of where the dead will go.

Our aim is for the kill, destruction of
All things within the sight of this, the dare.
To anyone brought on by those in love,
Though innocent, we leave them dying there.

Don't look for understanding in our eyes
And we've no time for hearing truth or lies.
...............© ron wilson


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Dream

Feburary 27th 2012 i lost the most important person in my life. Helen

I was at a goodwill, when i prayed to her that i would find a metallica shirt. I was then looking through the shirts and found two metallica shirts. I got them both. i started wondering if it was her, if she answered my prayer. A few days later i had a dream. She was standing in the window yelling down at me telling me she bought me something and it was on her bed in a bag. i told her how much i missed her and i went to go see what it was. i open the bag on the bed and see the two metallica shirts i had bought at that goodwill. i now know that she answered my prayer.

Another dream i had.

I had often wondered if she considered me a grandchild.. because im not realted to her by blood. I had a dream it was at her funeral. i seen her sitting in a chair next to me. my sister and some of her grandchildren were carrying her casket to the hurse. My sister fell and dropped the casket and several of her family members were yelling at her. Helen the women who these dreams are about sat and said she loved all her grandchildren even if there not blood related.

I believe Helen answers my questions in my dreams.


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Moon Light Bright

                                                     Moon Light Bright.

                                                Oooh you shine so bright 

                                in every full autumn night without your friend in cite, 

                                       that helps you dominate the night sky 

                                                with your dens chilling light 

                    which helps me seek my ways throw the hunting mystery of the night,
 
                                                  without a single flashlight.

                                        Theo I wish on every day and every night 
 
                            nature can deliver such a beautiful cite... Moon Light Bright.



Poetry 2/23/11 by Keith K. Relf


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A Path Un Traveled ( Part 3 )

Must I , FOREVER, swim amongst the “ DEATH “  in the River , Where  “ FOREVER “ is Just a 
DREAM
The AGONY is beyond what my minute “ HEART “  can accept , The Torment “SHINES“ in a 
Moonbeam
“DO not“  Watch this Moonbeam streaking across the Sky : Collecting Pieces of “Forever’s” 
Broken Heart
“Quilting - the Perfect “ LOVING HEART “ “Feeding it to the Devil Who savagely Rips and 
Tears it Apart

Author’s Note : Are YOU Bored : Yet!  I hope not as there could be 3 or 4 more parts to this  
SHOULD I  ?


Details | I do not know? | |

Gold

I found a chest full of gold,
Old coins and old rings,
And a tale has been told:
When a mermaid sings,
The gold will be heavy as dust.
 
Yet, this gold will shine
Covering my hands and head
And the fortune will be mine,
Until I rest among the dead,
The gold will be heavy as dust.
 
But, who could ever say
The gold I carried with me
And took my spirit away,
Was or could ever be
Heavy as the mermaid song. 


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Why?

My body.
Fragile, soft, and pathetic
No mass lies on these bones
Conditions worsen as days pass
Pushing myself harder
Crashing back down from laziness..
Why?

My Education.
Possible, easy, yet failed
No assignment seems worthy tonight
Percentages drop as paper weight multiplies
Trying to make time for completion
Forgetting to focus by choice..
Why?

My Love.
Needed, ready, but confused
No girl appears ideal to blind eyes
Relationships die as care turns to lust
Discovering what I really want
Crushing every great opportunity..
Why?

My Music.
Loved, practiced, and frozen
No songs nourished enough to exist
Strumming continuously with no result
Playing and listening with so much care
Creating no worthy product in the end..
Why?

My Mind.
Open, understanding, but inexperienced
No useful knowledge recorded often
A beautiful possibility gone to waste
Imagining and believing with good intentions
Shot down and killed by the majority and self..
Why?

My Future.
Foreseen, exciting, yet hopeless
No motivation lifting me from my chair
There's no reason for my excuses
Burning desires scream for my success
Extinguished by self-pity and realization..
Why?

My Problem.
Wishing I could say from where it generated
Mistakes are increasing in number and intensifying
Denying outside hands while knowing mine are dependent
All I believe I need is a guiding hand..
Or maybe I'm just a mental malfunction..

Why do I feel this way?
Why does everyone love me?
What is wrong with me?
Is there something I'm not doing right?
Can I not escape this insanity I've created?
How can I escape this cloud of disgust?

I just want to know..

.. Why?


Details | Free verse | |

Time

We sit inside a vault prepared to die

Proned to ashes scent fragrance ellusive tide;
Strong impulse as a caged rat hidden in a hole
The path is now broadened to the dire sentiment unseen,
The rocks that caress the usual quest;

Time

Through its barren climatic rest a modest approval
Through oceanic base temperments such as rural;
Time can't ever be taken back once it's had...
Among vested tempers with wings on fire

Time

A scorched in slight appeased gravitational pull
In created fancy the tug at heart to light a spark
Trust that the moderation of your applause may,
Equate logic with the most radical fear

Time

I shed a single tear to numb its inner pain;
Tranformation from....
Words in outlined frame abased through a filter,
The mystery in words is it any wonder...

Time

A line formation in its exquisite text duration;
Blinded columns of pillars scorched in fear
The heat of resolution had vanquished into air;
When will we ever seem to learn

Another moment in the sun having its page turned.
Shadows proned again in desolation sheltering demise
Twice bitten once shy to rely;
A devision of sorts sprinkled on its lethal bread

Many visions of sort twirling around inside my fragile egg shelled head.

Time


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THE GUN

Innocent.
silently the blacksmith works
trying to make a living.

Harmless.
The finished product;
the cute cold black metal rod.

Viscious.
The gun swallows
poisonous pellets.

Violent.
It roars.
It spits fire.
It spits death...


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Yes

Yes blank verse


by randall hardin


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Sacred Passage

God of light conquer my fear from within

An eclipse of the sun has tainted my inner vision
Who are we to have believed yet achieved
Some are even caught in its pickle;
Stranded as two love birds caught in a fickle

Sacred Passage
The uniting of two hearts so far away we will pray
God of heaven take delight on my poetry
Look highly favorable amidst the summoned truth

Like a lost carriage we take our flight away

Far from the lost brevity in exchange of honesty
The silence has etched its memory in our brains
Shattered by the moment of upheaval and then,
Sacred Passage;

We look humbly then often deeper then ever before


In exchange of honesty its just Studio 54?


Details | I do not know? | |

REST IN PEACE MUM ANN BROWN 18 AUG 2011

MUM ...

WHERE DO I START? I DON'T THINK THERE IS WORDS , TO EXPLAIN HOW I AM 


FEELING ABOUT THE LOSS OF YOU... BUT I WILL USE ALL THE STRENGTH YOU HAVE 


GIVEN TO ME , SO I CAN GET THESE FINAL WORDS OUT THE GUILT , SADNESS AND 

REGRET  FROM NOT SEEING YOU LIKE I WANTED TO  SO ****ING MUCH ,

 THEN THE PAIN OF NOT HAVING  A CHANCE TO SAY "GOODBYE" TO THE MOST 

BEAUTIFUL MOTHER COULD WANT, AND YES MUM I'M TALKING ABOUT YOUTO HOLD 

YOUR HAND, TO SEE YOU SMILE , TO HEAR YOUR VOICE, WOULD MAKE MY LIFE MORE 

WORTHWHILE. YOU TAUGHT ME HOW TO LIVE, BUT YOU NEVER TAUGHT ME HOW TO 

LIVE WITHOUT YOU I MISS YOU SO SO MUCH MUM, BUT THE LOVE IN MY HEART FOR YOU , WILL MAKE SURE 

YOUR LIFE , LOVE , WARMTH AND TOUCH , WILL LIVE ON FOREVER , 

IN ME I KNOW THAT YOU CHANGED ME , JUST FROM YOUR 

PRESENCE...THATS'S HOW STRONG YOU WERE MUM I KNOW YOU HAVEN'T LEFT ME , 

FOR THE LOVE IN MY HEART REMAINS , YOU WILL NEVER HAVE TO SUFFER AND YOUR 

BODY WILL FEEL NO PAIN...... GOD TOOK YOUR HAND , AND MADE US PART , HE CLOSED 

YOUR EYES , AND BROKE MY HEART ....FOR ALL THE TIMES WE HAVE BEEN TOGETHER,

I WILL NEVER FORGET YOUR FACE.

THERE IS NO MOTHER ANYWHERE LIKE YOU,

NO ONE COULD TAKE YOUR PLACE.

IF ONLY I HAD KNOWN YOU WERE LEAVING,

I GUESS I EXPECTED YOU TO FOREVER LAST,

ALL OF THE DREAMS OF US IN THE FUTURE,

ARE NOW BUT MEMORIES OF THE PAST.

GOD TAPPED YOU ON THE SHOULDER,

HE WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO KNEW,

THAT YOU WERE GOING WITH HIM,

TO THE SKY SO BEAUTIFUL BLUE.

ALTHOUGH I MAY NEVER SEE YOU MUM,

ARJAY WILL BE BY YOUR SIDE,

HE'S GONNA HOLD YOUR HAND,

AND LEAD THE WAY,

FOR HE WILL BE YOUR GUIDE.....

I LOVE YOU MY MOTHER.....
DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU UNDERSTAND, 
DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU KNOW,
DON'T TELL ME THAT I WILL SURVIVE,
HOW I WILL SURELY GROW.
DON'T TELL ME THIS IS JUST A TEST,
THAT I AM TRULY BLESSED,
THAT I AM CHOSEN FOR THIS TASK,
APART FROM ALL THE REST.
DON'T COME AT ME WITH  ANSWERS THAT CAN ONLY COME FROM ME,
DON'T TELL ME HOW MY GRIEF WILL PASS,
THAT I WILL SOON BE FREE.
DON'T STAND IN PIOUS JUDGMENT OF THE BONDS I MUST UNTIE,
DON'T TELL ME HOW TO SUFFER,
DON'T TELL ME HOW TO CRY.
MY LIFE IS FILLED WITH SELFISHNESS,
MY PAIN IS ALL I SEE,
BUT I  NEED YOU,
I NEED YOU YOUR LOVE UNCONDITONALLY.
ACCEPCT ME IN MY UPS AND DOWNS,
I NEED SOMEONE TO SHARE,
JUST TO HOLD MY HAND AND LET ME CRY,
AND SAY, MY FRIEND I REALLY DO CARE
Mom you mean the world to me
It’s hard to live without you ,You were always by my side
Through thick and thin you helped me


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UNANSWERED PRAYERS

Beneath these eyes yet above my lips,
Along the waves of saline perceptions,
I sit and welcome this disguised gift
That adores the curse of untimely deceptions;
There’s a corpse in me that awaits its turn,
For why should my soul be left alone?
And where a quiet world is still my concern,
I assume tonight will gratify my stone—
I’ve asked only once before I’ve spoken,
Lead a confused crowd of words through me—
But where a heart consists of empty tokens,
My letters to the Lord within subdued poetry
Didn’t travel my teary hopes—
Where last breaths are a memoir I must steal,
Poetry becomes the song for a saddened tale,
But if my unconsciousness is the one to heal,
I’m better off living this life in lyrical jails—
Better stay away from this insane mind of mine,
For my howling spirit follows unleashed paths,
Those that regret the taste of bitterness in wine,
While I sit within foggy memories, letting words relax—
Where a son asked for another day in her life,
The Lord and the world just accrued his tears,
Building molested heaps before soggy eyes,
While the cane of self destruction strengthened my fear;
Breathing through the nose is a corpse still alive,
Though I can see her heart awaiting a farewell,
Where medicines are just a formality on which to survive,
Though I know of the painful truth in this spell;
And today I look at previous albums yet can’t tell,
If this is a nightmare or the bitter reality I’ve seen,
For a heart won’t accept those voices that have yelled,
Though numb eyes were present at this morbid scene—
Insanity is now the prime companionship I seek,
For there’s a life less a motive to live in this weather,
And where I’m forced to kindle a truth so weak,
I sit with poetry before my speech,
For the Lord hears me only beyond unanswered prayers 
 


Details | Epic | |

Nightmares and imbetweens

A busted boys heart

Beaten black and blue

His bloody hands pray for help

A cowering child

Shaking by the door

Lowers his head and wonders if anyone can help

A woman in fear

She knows her husband will be home

She speaks to the wall that broke her face if anyone will hear her cries for help

                                            “Homo” they say

                                            They want you to hear

                                            Don't feel your pain

                                            They are oh so full of cheer

                                            They will think you're funny

                                            The coolest guy around

                                           All the girls would want you

                                   

       All hands down

Mommy his blue eyes plead

I won't do it again

But you see

She doesn't care

It's not you it's me

Raise that hand again

You will feel relieved

That child loves you

Set him free

                                                                                  She stands with her head held high

                                                                                Hands deep in suds with her face prettied up

                                                                                She thinks he will be pleased

                                                                                He stumbles through the door screaming

                                                                                “What the hell are these?!”

                                                                               He refers to the flowers in the vase by the door

                                                                                “Your son picked those for me

                                                                                It's mother's day you know”

                                                                                “Your no mother you're a whore”

Do you think this is okay?

You're all making mistakes

People should love people not mean harm in any way

Everyone is different

All in their own special way

You may like men or women or both and it's okay!

You're a sweet young boy

Your mother does love you she just can't show it in the right way

The spouse who brings home hate doesn't mean the pain

He may throw you into walls and bash your face

But it's not your fault, I swear it's true
The people who bring sorrow need help not you


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Death Meets Love

I got trapped in the dark 
the cancer creeps closer towards my heart 
I cant stand the pain that starts

they put a needle in me 
my heart stops beating 
I cant hear my thoughts or what im feeling

everything seems cluttered 
I stand here in a daze 
but your face starts to fade

I start to loose my feeling 
my hands are numb and my toes wont budge
my brain stops working 
little flakes peel off my heart

my heart turns gray 
I cant wait to fly away
in the light I shall go 

somewhere else but my home
where pain meets pleasure and death meets love


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Neglect Creates Holes-Glosa Verse

Glosa Verse -Cats and the cradle, song by Harry Chapin 

A child arrived just the other day, 
He came to the world in the usual way. 
But there were planes to catch, and bills to pay. 
He learned to walk while I was away. 
____________________________________ 
Neglect Creates Holes 

opening the newspaper 
much to my dismay 
I glanced over the story 
with the words child and slay 
a tear trickled into my coffee 
my sugar for today 
too busy to read anymore 
for my eyes grew sore 
the hospital only a moment away 
"A child arrived just the other day" 

born with a hole is his heart 
yet a huge grin upon his face 
knowing life was going to be a struggle 
he handled it with grace 
putting joy within his parents eyes 
though many nights they did pray 
for him to pull through 
that fate would be ever so kind 
to allow their son to live and play 
"He came to the world in the usual way" 

with a pricetag from many medical bills 
worthy of later hopes and dreams 
becoming a reflection of parental bliss 
their joy an ongoing theme 
just when he grew strong from so much love 
it slowly began to decay 
parents have a way of becoming far too busy 
they forget their responsibilty 
to nourish, educate, and even pray 
"But there were planes to catch, and bills to pay" 

surely a child should understand 
what it takes to survive 
for a family must work together 
so that they may all stay alive 
but the cost created a loss 
as his heart started to betray 
the joys instilled within his soul 
when loneliness ruptured the hole 
the tear faced father was heard to say 
"He learned to walk while I was away"....... 

(Glosa) 


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Sylvia

She knew how to write
felt every change in the wind
died on the sabbath


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To Touch a Fallen Comrade


To touch a fallen comrade and find his life line strong
Will form a lasting bond that lingers on and on
You’ll find your heart is beating as if it’s lost in song
To touch a fallen comrade and find his life line strong
But
To touch a fallen comrade and find his life is gone
To be there as he passes into the great beyond
You’ll find your heart is beating but something feels all wrong
To touch a fallen comrade and find his life is gone
So
Let’s say a prayer for soldiers so they can all hold on
And maybe prayers will help them when everything goes wrong
You’ll find your heart is beating and keeping spirits strong
Let’s say a prayer for soldiers before they all are gone

Let us all now bow our heads
Or go down on bended knee
And pray our Lord will grant us
This soldier’s fervent plea
Lord, keep your eye on soldiers
Wherever they might be
Fighting for their country
Setting people free
Guide their hands and hearts Lord
So they can follow thee
Lord, touch these fallen comrades
And give them heaven’s key
Keep your eyes on soldiers
Wherever they might be

mdailey   - This is my tribute to the troops as we go into Memorial Weekend.  If you 
like this one you can see my other tributes posted some time ago - Daddy's Coming 
Home - America's Greatness - MIA Hill - A Little Hill In Arlington


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Heat Wave

Heat Wave

   Hot
   Everybody's
   At
   Temperature
 
   We
   Are
   Very
   Equipped
 
Heat Wave June 2012

















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Homai Vyarawalla

Where art thou now, woman with flashing light,
like fingers of God freezing time and men,
in black and white. Thou art not here,
but thou art here forever like death could not
pinch thee away from my eyes
nor hide thee beyond the chronicle of Mumbai.
Many will rest but thou will not, thou weary soul.
I saw thy work hanging like the lynched Messiah,
and saw the truth; life has no voice to speak thy praise,
but death … thy worship raised, like Lazarus from the grave.


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FULL MOON-LUNATICS ARE COMING OUT TONIGHT

FULL MOON-LUNATICS ARE COMING OUT TONIGHT
The situation don't look too good tonight.
There's gonna be a full moon tonight.
I'd stay at home, if I could, tonight,
there's gonna be a full moon tonight.
I feel it coming, 
there will be strangers out tonight.

Every strange thing that you see. 
Every act of lunacy,
happens in this lunar glow, 
where they come from, I don't know,
but it must be lunacy.

Lunatics are coming out tonight.
It's a full lunar situation, tonight.
Strange goings on, will go on tonight, 
there's gonna be a full moon tonight.

Every stranger that you know, 
comes out in this lunar glow.
Every strange thing happens when, 
there's a full moon out again,
and when it's full, they all know!

Lunatics are coming out tonight.
It's a full lunar situation, tonight.
Strange goings on, will go on tonight, 
there's gonna be a full moon tonight.
              © ron wilson aka vee bdosa


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Missing

Walking around the graveyard
Untaggling his hands from the pocket in his jacket
its clear in his head that he's screaming for something
that something is missing within his heart

Taking off his hat as he sits it on her grave
Pulling out a piece of paper
The death certificate that her name was signed on
a tear falling from his cheek 
he reaches down to pick up the flower he laid there before

crumples at his touch
sitting down the piece of paper
he asked her
how can i love?
when the one i want is not here?

tears fall from his eyes unto the paper 
he lights a candle
sits it by her tombstone

He lays down beside her
listening to the wind
hoping to hear her voice
something he longed for
something that he was missing

he falls asleep
holding the stem of the rose that crumpled before
The pedals fly away with the wind
and the flame of the candle burns out
the rain starts to fall

He lays with his eyes closed
He goes back in time
The rose pedals fall back unto the stem
The paper flies back into his pocket

He walks back into town
Back into the house he was at before
Back at her funeral
to the hospital they were at
When they found out she had cancer
To the church where they got married
To the time when he asked her to marry him
Finally to the place where they met

There story replays again in his mind
he lays cold on the ground beside her
The wind dies down
and the candle starts burning again


Details | I do not know? | |

Weighted Tears

A gloomy sky choked back the Sun
No one spoke on this day of mourning
Silently, gravely, sadly, painfully
This group marches on
The procession stops short
At the sound of a piercing whistle
But quietly my mother's lips began to tremble
The day continued dark and gray
My heart once so light
Darkened that day
I stood as tall as a six-year old could
And placed a rose in my grandmother's hand
She was so still, no longer breathing
Without meaning to she stirred a feelilng
Softly the tears came
Trailing down my face
Then they fell like a torrent after a rain
My eyes became shadowed and my heart cracked
Holding my mother's hand
I never went back
To this day something has changed
I wear a mask of happiness
But inside myself I am slowly dying
I hide the pain and lock it deep
I lie awake at Night begging to sleep
All I want is to hear her laughter again
But God holds her tenderly
In His precious holy hand


Details | Triolet | |

Black rain is gonna fall: A Triolet

Black rain is gonna fall: Triolet
----
The clouds are gathering to again 
over the far-flung island of dark, black mud. 
The wound of last lashing is still raising pain. 
Shhh… clouds are gathering to pound again.
Meandering the village, flows the river stain 
with the bodies of men, beings; swept huts.
Now, clouds are gathering to again 
over the flooded earth, broken and suffered. 
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


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Beast

What is that sound upon my windowpane,
Is it the sound of the dreary rain?
Then why does my heart strum a tempoed beat,
Why has fear not found retreat? 
A chuckle at my paranoid ways,
Choking with discovery of amber gaze.
Sharp claws are tapping, scratching at the glass,
My heart beats ever, ever so fast.
Me thinks I'm safe behind four walls
An eerie howl, my skin crawls. 
Hot breath fogs the cool glass,
Images evoked of my skin slashed.
Of sharp teeth biting through sinew and flesh,
Predictions of my emanate death.
I wake to the sound of a crunching bone,
Realization dawning, they’re my very own.


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The Wait

Sitting in these uniform white 
halls…
Waiting for that dreaded 
bacterial call...
Each time just another Everest 
height fall…
Running out of time, just trying 
to cling to our pain,
Every filthy prolonging lie like a 
sterile acid rain,
Praying that before your clock 
chimes, God unlocks your 
chains
Every tornado twist of my heart 
like a tsunami’s initial rain of 
relief,
Just giving way to one more 
catastrophic hurricane of my 
grief
The times my heart doesn’t 
shatter with selfish love are 
brief,
Nurse’s news ravaging our 
souls, trying to turn you to the 
church, 
Before you expire into infection, 
through purgatory gates you 
lurch
A way to get that closure, to 
have found sanity in my love to 
end my search,
Just the thought, to my 
tattered heart like a mercury 
stake,
Snatching you from demon’s 
and angel’s arms, I insist it’s all 
a mistake,
But I know inside, their current 
plan for us is just to harshly 
take…

**Dedicated to Paul Hellewell**


Details | I do not know? | |

Beneath this glittering face

i've already bruised my head with ample thinking;
i waded through enough stress,
beneath me i died a silent death.

i've seen beyond where eyes could see!
i placed my foot where no other man would,
i cried from the depths of struggles and sufferings
i reached maximum limits of living but camemback naked.

beneath this glittering face lies emmerse pain,
the pain of unfulfilled dreams
strikes of generational curses
broken heart internally bleeding

beneath this glittering face a heart is full of scars;
suicidal thoughts pseudocodes written,
logical steps will indeed be taken...............for me to die or perish
for the dead seem more fortunate than us the living


Details | Light Poetry | |

Born into lies, Die fighting for Truth, Live Forever

See you lady's are really dudes, male energy oozes from the paths you choose. 
You see straight lines to your end, and you believe it ends there with ONE life to attend. 
Just understand that world is so lonely, but as a whole you and the other boys won't be the only
To cross over confused, by only yourself and YOUR CHOICE to be used.
See the "rulers" of this world had plans to keep us hiding, for a "better" perceived earth or calming home to reside in.
And they have succeeded as the blind don't wish to see, nor asking a ****ing question to an alternative degree.
Emotions run the world but ya'll think its money, government made bills too huh? now aint that *****funny. 
And they prescribe medicine for every condition, thats just regulated murder with your own permission.
And the "leaders" pay for "news" so you don't go knowing, the truth about nature or where we are growing
Its sad you say that we're babied by the kings, you're bombarded by conspiracies for every single thing.
Now if I give you a secret you promise you can keep it? Its a doozy so make sure you can read it.
The same people who control you and kill all our families, and lie to our faces from cities to shanty's, and make all the rules that you're forced to live by, and keep ALL the money we've worshipped to get by....
WE ARE THE ONES WHO GAVE THEM THE POWER, AND WE CAN TAKE IT BACK AT ANY GIVEN HOUR!


Details | Free verse | |

It seems to get the best of me.

Heartache and misery seem to get the best of me. 
I’m walking through this house of mirrors. 
I hate the reflection of my face. 
As I spin around this room looking for an escape.

Were going through changes. 
Everyone in this world. 
Hold on tight 
Don’t lose your self they say.

To late for me. Is it to late for you?
I need some one to hold me down.
Don’t let me go. Im begging you.
Help me find myself once again.

Crash and smash.
Break the mirrors in this room. 
Blood flows out of the cuts on my hand. 
No more reflections of my face.

Distorted images flashing in my eyes.
Tears on my cheeks burn as they fall to the floor. 
I feel so alone, no one but myself, in this horrible house.
Blood and tears mix on the floor. 

No one to save me from myself. 
All I want is some one to help me.
The pain in my heart is excruciating. 
I feel death closing in on my heart and soul.


Details | Free verse | |

A Difference

We can make a difference

We can wallow in the feat
Where all souls meet
At the foot of the world by which to greet
In bitter silence to its door chime ring,

One can easily take heart or to what would sing;

From shadows glook of its tormented swoon
It would be at the addage of its peril
A safe place to emancipate,
The soul was erected by pious chimes;

In tombs tortured with flagrant rhymes/ Through a misfortune illumined amidst/ Shattered glass stained by bias accalades/ We can make a difference/ Fresh out of our store bought routine/ Out of curtains unleashed to swallow/ The world is filled with ghosts & demons/ Shaped by the imaginative solace screaming/ We can make a difference/ The trunk on the trees on which all branches grow/ The pen on the ink to make messages flow/We can make a difference/ With parts uncertain yet attainable/ Create/ The notion of a bridge of hope/ It's gap loosens for passengers to cross/ Reason must be supplimented by our creative imaginative & faith/ Reason is itself an act of faith!

Totals 28 lines/ 182 Word Count


Details | Free verse | |

I cried into the night

I cried into the night
death that I might die
my life was a ransom of pain
the work in my life felt in vain

Yet slowly eye's raised to light
and found my heart liked to pray
death what is death
perhaps just the door

To a living much better than that
Gods life can bring smiles to your day
another life lost heart break and sad
perhaps they do find loving dad

fighting myself grim ripe and bad
my mind a caldron of pain
the war of my mind was so bad
an equal to each fight I had

battle the rage felt within
free yourself from your cage
learn to live and love life
learn to be true to your self

What is death to God
his time to embrace us with life
our lives to his heart
his time to share love 

To us it's the end of this life
to him it is the begining of care
perhaps we roam as angels
through a world of starlight bright

Know I not for I am not God
hate him not for he is not death
love the builder of worlds
love death as the doorway to life

Do not rush towards heavens gate's
we have such a short time to wait
take the time to find love's embrace
learn to love your birth

Grace our lives with smiles of peace
as friends lets embrace live's we live
In loving god know then this peace
you know not the gifts that he give's

The ones lost to us only just wait
Wait for our loving embrace
yes it is true there's anger in you
How could he take what he gave

Know I not for I am not God
I do not then know why we suffer so
I just know that life has it's end
again we will meet then as friends

If we live in this pain
embracing the drain
the task of living is dread
we have choice we then can move on

We can sing the living song
return to embracing our live's
enjoy the evening sky's
take the time to watch the birds

To taste a fine wine
enjoy a fine meal
to hug then a lover
enjoy a kids squeal

Eat a meal to quickly 
and the taste is lost in the rush
take the time then to walk
enjoy a sweet talk

perhaps you'll find the time care
to share just slightly more fun
employers push make you rush
sometimes it's better to walk 

To bring then your joy back to life
to bring back your humour and love
to bring back the smiles to this life
to take back the time for fun


Details | I do not know? | |

Kurt Donald Cobain My Idol

Some of you may know my idol, some of you may not.
His name is Kurt Cobain, and I hate it when people critisize him,
and judge him, or anything, don't talk about him badly.
Some say that he killed himself which is not true.
His wife Courtney Love did it.
She was going to hire this man to do it for 50,000 dollars,
but he didn't think she was serious.
She said "Blow his ****ing head off, and make it look like a suicide."
This man went to go take a lie test, and he passed which means Courtney really said this.
Courtney also lied to the P.I. of Kurt Cobains death case, and it was proven that someone who takes a triple leathal dose could not roll down his sleeve put away the needle and pick the gun up, pull the trigger and shoot it. Someone was also in the house with Kurt when he did this, and they gave him too much, and he tried to stop him, but it was too late, Courtney shot him in the head. I have the video to prove it, please watch the whole thing.
Here's the link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IUNuN3HA05w&feature=autoplay&list=FLAFUf3KZNo_izowEko_xRYg&playnext=1


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

~BLOOD DUSK~

~BLOOD DUSK~


I'VE 'LLOWED MERCY OUT OF MY PITY,NOW MINE HUNGER REFUSES IT'S FAST
 CONCEAL'NG TH' BEAST WITHIN,WHILE MY ENEMIES PERCEIVED ADVANTAGE
LIL' DO TH' INANE MONGRELS KNOW,THAT THEIR DOG'S DAY BRINGETH DOOM
NOW TH' RAVENS WILL FEED 'PON THEM,AS THEY'RE LAIN RIGID IN MY WAKE


'SPENDED IN TH' SHADOWS I LINGER,A'THIRST FOR THEIR SPUTTER'D GROANS
SENSING MY COLD THEY SHIVER,SOON TO KNOW TH' CHILL LEGEND'S TRUTH
MINE SLAVER BLENDS WITH FROTH,AS TH' RAGE ATTUNES MY SENSES FERAL
ANGELS N' DEMONS 'LIKE,FLEE TO 'VOID TH' SLAUGHTER FORTHCOMING


THEIR PACK APPROACHES HEEDLESSLY,AS I SMILE FORESEE'NG THEIR SHOCK
FOUR,FIVE,SIX BY THEM OF SCORE,"TH' MORE TH' MANGIER",I GRUNT GIBELY
MY SPORT'NG QUICKLY SUBSIDES,AS TH' SMELL OF BLOOD INCITES MINE RIOT
THEIR YELPS FILL TH' DARKNESS,AS I POUNCE PRECISE 'MIDST THEIR THRONG


SLICING THROUGH THEIR SINEWS,MINE CLAWS REND HASH'D THEIR FLESH
WHERE WERE PATES N' LIMBS,NOW SPRAY PROFUSELY OF PULSE CRIM'D MIST
TH' VAPOR'D THICKNESS FORMS AN FOG,AS I STAGGER 'MONGST TH' SECTIONS
WITH AN EXULTANT BAY I LET BE KNOWN,MY ALPHA'S ENEMIES' OMEGA...
.

..LEAVES FULL~FILLED,MINE FEEDING FRENZ'!!!


~AZAZA~'09


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Lovelorn

Empty mass, devoid and vast,
Our parting words will be our last
And, oh, my Heart- in Death to cast!
For I cannot endure to relive the past
If you should go, you will steal my Soul
As half of me would become a hole
And left, sadly, to never know
How I could ever love you so...

**Gothic or Romantic Contest Entry
~JustThatArchaicPoet


Details | Rhyme | |

Poetry About Poetry

Shades of color bounce within
Singing their hues dancing in place
Vivid lines colored outside
Rules broken with empty space
A midnights dream heard and seen
Gleaming from the twinkle of a eye
Wings touched flown and plucked
Gliding like a bird up in the sky
Wishes from pennies thrown into tears
The reservoir over flowing with pigments of pain
Drowning from the shadows 
The flood paints the day
Words speak volumes of silence hidden
Their sounds blind to what they see
Mirrors of nouns and verbs 
Their meaning and secrets lost at sea
Emotions ruled by laws of language
Spelled in boxes of glass
Melted from sands inside
That voices strangle to grasp


Details | Light Poetry | |

Nana Olive

Many people affect our lives but only just a few
Nanas', mothers' and the ones who inevitably love the real you
Nanas' have a past of which are something quite unknown
When Nanas' pass away you sense you'll never be alone
My Nana touched my heart in so many different ways
Everyday I think of her and talk of her in praise
I miss my Nana Olive you was so soft within
Everyone has that delicate side no matter where your life begins
Mothers' carry this effect and bring Nanas' back to life
When Nana passed away my heart thumped from deaths agonising knife
I thank you mother for holding my Nana I see her through your eyes
But she is always around - along with the spirtual spies'
I see my Nana in my Mum and I feel her when I drift asleep
For all those memories of love and smiles is something I'll always keep
I love you Nana Olive - sweetest dreams forever more
I will cuddle you again as you await for me at heavens golden door


Details | Rhyme | |

BRUCE KEVIN

MY STORY IS LONG AND OH SO SAD
HEROIN WAS HIS TRUE DEMISE

HE WORKED VERY LITTLE BUT THE FACT
IS KNOWN, HEROIN WAS THE CHOICE FOR 
NOT ALCHOHOL ALONE

HE WAS A GOOD PERSON REALLY HE WAS
FOR HELPING OTHERS HE TRIED TO DO

HE WAS A POOR SOUL, THAT HAD LOST HIS WAY
WHAT A SHAME HE HAD SO MUCH PAIN

REMEMBERING BRUCE WHEN WE WERE GROWING UP
HIS HEART WAS GOOD AND HE HAD SO MUCH

A HOME, A CAR AND PARENTS WHO CARED

BUT THE DRUGS WON HIM OVER, HIS POOR SOUL IN NEED

HE DID TAKE MONEY AND STOLE THINGS, FROM THE FAMILY MY
DAD OH WHAT A MESS IT WAS TO HAVE BEEN FOR HIM 

HE DIED ON MEMORIAL DAY 2003, LET US REMEMBER THAT OTHERS 
ARE AT RISK AND I WAS TO TELL THE STORY OF BRUCE LIKE HE WANTED
TO INSTRUCT OTHERS TO BE OFF THIS HORRIBLE TRAIN
THE TRAIN THAT LED HIM TO SELF DESTRUCT, 

BUT THE WONDERFUL 
THING ABOUT MY BROTHER BRUCE
HIS KIND HEART AND SOUL WAS THE THING HE TRULY HAD THE MOST OF

WHAT A WASTE OF A HUMAN BEING WHO KNEW, THE HEARTACHE AND PAIN OF THE
DRUG CALLED HEROIN


Details | Rhyme | |

Undying Kiss

I wander through the night, alone and scared.
I cannot control my fright, for the sorrow's I've bared.
Where did you go, did He need you more than I?
Did He know, without you I long to die?
The dark forest, closes in around me.
The angels chorus, helps my eyes to see.
Death has come, to you my love.
What have I become, since you were sent above?
The white rose, blossoms with omnipotent dieties.
The scar shows, caused by the animosities.
I'll carry my wounded heart, for you my beautiful star.
Shall paradise start, as you forget your burning scar?
Shut your eyes, and pray for my soul.
Shush your cries, for one day we'll be whole.
I want to hold you, I wish to feel your caress again.
Shall we begin anew, shall we let my heart win?
As I feed your breath, with my undying kiss,
I accept death, for it is you I miss.
I'm broken, now that you're gone away.
To Death I've spoken, I heard what he had to say.
I've left my heart open, so our love could stay.
I'll see you again, I promise one day.
Hello my darling, goodbye my friend.
I smile as angels sing, this story we need not amend.
Take my hand, take my love too.
Together we'll stand, for I love you.
This time around, lets make it perfect.
As we leave the ground, make me worth it.
Will my tears drown me, will it put out the fire?
Then you could finally see, my truest desire.
Don't make me ill, for I don't need the thrill.
I sing sorrowfully, as you close your eyes.
We'll sing calamity, for this world we despise.


Details | Ballad | |

if every urinal spoke of sense;

if every urinal spoke of sense;
hark-shot nomadic whispers… 
deflationary aspirations… 
palatine teacups and conjunctive juntas…
would you forgo the inevitable...? 


Details | Lyric | |

A Boy Brushed Red

Slamming the door behind him
He sits
Writing his poems upon his wall
Tiny powerful words surrounding each inch of the room
Writing them in black inch
He watches as it drips to the carpet
He smiles
Wiping the blood of his face
Putting his hands to the wall
Bloody hand prints surround each poem
Dying alone on the floor
Surrounded in his blood and filth
The poems wash off from the walls
Black ink forming together on the carpet
Blood mixes with the ink
The horrific smell fills the lungs of the ones downstairs
He sinks into the carpet 
His flesh swallowed up by his words
He isn't living anymore
But he rubs off on you by his poems


Details | Free verse | |

The Lazy Man

"Working very hard to become very rich is not my style",
he mourns deep inside his soul. Suicide is his resolve, for when one dies,
there is no working; toiling in the Sun and rain. Running a home, firm, and his own personal life has been a burden to him.

"Death is my liberty!" he jubilates, as he jumps off a cliff.....


Details | Lyric | |

Empirical Ineptitude

Joyce, voice; echo long…

Repeat…

Joyce, voice, echo long… 

Repeat… 

Joyce, voice, echo long… 

Repent. 


Details | I do not know? | |

R.I.P.

I'm sitting here in my room, looking at your picture,
Wondering why you couldn't be part of my future.
Uncontrollable tears stream down my face,
while my heart beat starts to race.
Asking GOD why he took you from my life,
it was more painful than stabbing me with a knife.
I still needed you here,
You were the one to make everything so clear.
You are apart of me and I am apart of you,
When you died, a part of me died too.
I never knew how hard it was to loose one that you love.
Until the day you went to heaven above.
Even though I can't see,
I know your up there watching over me.
I miss you more and more everyday
And all I can do is pray.
In my heart is where you will forever remain.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Love: The Perfect Murder

When I am drowning I want you to be the water crushing down on me, escaping my 
last breath. When I am shot I want you to be the stinging bullet the pierces my skin. 
You will be the blood flowing from the hole in my heart and you will be my heart 
pumping the blood out to my death. When I am sad you will be the feeling of 
warmth upon my cheeks and the salty taste on my lips from tears. When I am 
overjoyed you will be the stretch of skin across my face. You will be the twinkle in 
my overflowing eyes. You will be the memories pressing against my skull when my 
head aches. You will be the blade perfectly slicing my skin. You will be my anger 
releasing vulgar words and you will be my pointing finger. You will be the reddening 
of my face and the burning of my pride. When I am fed up I want you to be my rage 
that puts a hole in the wall. When I am heartbroken you will be the glass shattered on 
the floor. When I am choking your hands will be the ones around my neck. When I 
stand before myself in front of the mirror, you will be my reflection staring back at 
me. When my veins are bursting I want you to be the needle that punctures them. 
When I have given up on my survival, I want you to be the icy cold touch that 
consumes my body. When I have decided enough is enough I want you to be that 
little voice in the back of my head. When I let myself fall from the sky I want you to 
be the wind that carries me to the bottom. When I have fallen to my death you will 
be the blood stained carpet on which others will later stand. You will be the jealousy 
tearing away at my soul when I witness happiness. You will be my broken wings on 
which I try to fly away with. You will be reality destroying my every thought. You 
will be my emotions draining from the bottom. You will be everything that no one 
has ever wanted except me. When I am buried you will be the dirt holding me down. 
You will be the worms and bugs feasting on my body. You will be the forever coffin 
that surrounds my sleeping self.

Written December 16, 2008


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

~Of An Midnight Black~

~OF AN MIDNIGHT BLACK~


'TWAS TH' DARK'ST OF NIGHTS,BOURNE OF AN UN~HOLY EVE...
AS BLACK~FALL SEALED IT'S WOMB,TH' MOURNING SKY HAD SLIT IT'S VEINS
AN VENOMOUS MIST SPAT ASP'LY,'GAINST TH' PANES OF MINE HAUNT
OF NO QUESTION I CONFIRMED,THIS AFFAIR WOULD BE NICHE'D IN ARCANITY

MI'OL GRAN'DAD CHIMED,PROUD N' TRUE~11~12...13!?...AS TIME STOOD STILL...
AN DEATHLY SILENCE SHRIEKED,SPEAR'NG THROUGH MY SKULL'S SOCKETS
TH' PAIN THEN BORED TO BASIS,AS IT LOCKED LEECHLY TO ME IT'S HOST
IN AN SUDDEN STROKE OF TRANCE,MY FEAR WAS FORMED INTO FEROCITY

TH' WALLS WHICH HAD CONFINED ME,BURST AGAPED TO OBLIVION...
APPROACHING FROM TH' DISTANCE,GUTTERAL GROWLS SPLICED TH' STILL
AN JET PENUMBRA LUNGED,STEAMING FROM TH' GRAVE DEPTH'S FRIGIDITY
WITH NONE FEELING FOR FLIGHT,I LEAPT DETERMINED FOR TH' CLASH

GNARLED DIGITS GRASPED FIXLY,TO DENY ME MINE BREATHS...
CRIMSON SPARKS SPEWED,WITH EACH BLOW I SEQUENCED TO IT'S FORM
BLOODY FUME REVEALED MY RIVAL'S IDENTITY...TH' ONE TOO FAMILIAR FOE
AS VISIONS OF HIS PURGED PREY,APPENDED ME AN HATRED SMITHED BLADE

WITH EACH HEW I RENDERED,SOULS GUSHED FROM OPEN WOUNDS...
ADHERING THEMSELVES TO MY BEING,AS ATTENDANTS FOR MINE SCOURGE
AS TH' BEAST'S PATE BECAME SEVERED,HIS CLUTCH WAS THEN RELEASED
OF THAT MIDNIGHT MOST BLACK,I WAS JUSTICE...WELL SERVED


~AZAZA~'09


Details | Lyric | |

Gould's humming

In the first aria he begins to hum.
This is the trace of true art and magic.
Ghostly. 
At one with the music but different and beyond. 
An hors-texte someone might say.
I ponder the enduring nature of this experience, 
this ghost of the artist, 
unbidden, improvised, unscored, not even beautiful, 
but it becomes what I listen for each time:
To search again for the traces of the dead in our lives. 


Details | Lyric | |

pain inflicted beauty

Does it ever cause you pain?
To know you broke my heart,
Does it ever cause you pain?
To know you pulled it apart.

I could jump off a building,
And soar towards the ground.
To know you wouldn't miss me,
If my identity was found.

Did it


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Ninth Fable

 Ninth Fable 
Ninth Fable 
 
Tragic Love 
 
Internet Love 
 
The Love eye have for ewe is just the same as iff we wed. 
The feelings that she gives me are never filled with dread. 
But nothing she can dew would make me ever want to wind up dead but the 
living do the love they do the life time instead. Eye could walk the halls of memory 
and get depressed or eye could become a nun in convicted pleasure and rest in 
convent until death can dew us part death can give me rest but what of love. How 
can a man get so excited at a little green dot a few mouse clicks and then a cold 
white chat box. The ink is never wet upon mye crinkle paper yet there it is its love. 
When she smiles at me eye smile when she frowns eye weep a river of the 
stuffins kept inside it all comes flowing out to make a wrongful death seem 
somehow write the words upon the mended heart depart from worry and from 
woe and take the brand new start and soon it all works for love. Snow White she 
ate the apple and then fell to fast asleep but Charlax came to kiss her and 
awakened her to live. Prince Charlax kisses good. 
Live upon the creek bank fishing for dragonflies in a house of love. Mending heart 
of Charming. Making love in heart. Mye snow white turtle love my pookie 
pochoucntous love my internet thrall. We can have it all just hold on to my 
namme and love. 
Researchers have now proven that love can mend a broken heart. 



Details | Nonet | |

Cheery Blossoms

Cherry Blossoms bare their fruit, virtue... . Flat tail beavers; construct their lives... . Mordant lives carry no scars... . Dormant lives wallow, there... . Seasons amble by... . Truth enlightens... . Leaves remind... . Live, fall... . Die... . Authors Note This is Nonet form of poetry written in a prose form of Conversational Style of poetry... . In practicing this Nonet form the rules are the first line of the poetry itself is a complete "Nine" syllables, as the next 8 lines cycle from eight all the way down to one... . It can be on any subject and rhyming is optional. Prose Poetry is written in narrative form of poetry. When I say practicing this combination of poetry, well it is like writing in Haiku form, it requires great deal patience and thoughtfulness to complete, but when finished, it centers the mind as it opens the mind to write more freely... . Thank you for your time in reading, God bless and hey have fun yes... ?


Details | Footle | |

THIS MUCH

THIS MUCH
If I could do what I wanted to,
I would take your cigarettes
away from you.
I would hold your hand
and you would understand,
I like you.

If I could do what I wanted to,
your lungs would be pretty pink
and not black and blue.
Your breath would smell sweet and nice and clean
and you would know what I mean
when I say
I like you.

If I could do what I wanted to, I would tickle you.
I would make you laugh so hard
you would promise never to smoke again, and then,
you would know 
I like you.
If I could do what I wanted to, you would be mad at me
because I took your cigarettes away from you,
but you would know.....I like you.


Details | Lyric | |

In Your Love

Every time you kiss my lips 
I am drowning, I'm drowning
Like a never ending abyss
I am drowning, I'm drowning
Every time you whisper I miss you
I am drowning, I'm drowning
In your love,  in your love.

Life doesn't seem dangerous
When I'm drowning, yeah I'm drowning
Don't take it so serious
Cause I'm drowning, yeah I'm drowning
I don't care what they think of us
Cause I'm drowning, yeah I'm drowning
In your love, in your love

~ Leonard Napierskie


Details | Free verse | |

Aura

Shades of pine grafted in again resign
Shattered pine in elm certain grove alone
My meadow had a thorn certain credit
The factual harm of its heartless swarm
Featured within in the created design with pine
Eyes sharpened as a willow in garb
The tornado sequence has even the fog alone
Again tempors fly like never before
Blatant lies have come at no surprise
In parts unknown an aura of repute to harm 
Sound the alarm in fetters arm
Choirs of saints in regard to its beckoning drawn
Empire strain inside my brain fragments of cure
The surface of the sun has tainted my vision with harm
Sound the alarm agiain my faithful friend by whom we can depend
Shattered glass on the parchment floor
Aura
An impulse deep in regards to the heart
Shades of pine will line the volume of scattered pillows
A willow in derision you made a final decision
A thought provokoing reason to believe in
Shattered memory's in the moments of innocence with a plight of disbelief
We have soon turned over a brand new leaf
Timeless peaks in a swelll shattered fragments from within
A great design still sublime in its timeless parts the heart
Aura
Jim Morrison had it
Janis Joplin couldn't stop it
Jimi Hendrix sought this quick fix
An unbellievable call being caught in the mix!


Details | I do not know? | |

They Will Never know

She was beauty wrapped in the red of a rose
As each petal unfurled
A heart sinking, a bit more of her essence flowed 
Ageless - the time, the years in her world
A sweet that i have since known and her eyes had always showed

My life, my future wife chose
On our darkest night stilled
I cried
The plight of the dying of my rose
Her heart his confusion will never know

 


 


 
       


Details | Rhyme | |

Soul Mate Ships on the Seas.

Come sail from time where death we be
Come sail from death into birth with me 
Come sail your birth to a lifetime with me
Come sail your lifetime to thoughts of me
Come sail your thoughts to the mind of me
Come sail your mind to the body of me
Come sail your body to the flesh of me
Come sail your flesh, find n’ touch me
Come sail your touch to rhyme with me
Come sail your rhyme come lay with me
Come sail your lust on the seas of me
Come sail your seas into the heart of me 
Come sail your heart for the love of me
Come sail your love with the soul of me
Come sail your soul I have longed for thee
Come sail with me for eternity, our destiny
Come sail our destiny, karmic ships we be
Come sail the Milky Way…come with me


Details | Curtal Sonnet | |

HEADSTONE--Monsieur L'Vampyre--

 HEADSTONE (Monsieur L'Vampyre)
All through the day my soul doth sleep
layed to the dark and out of sight
not thinking how my soul may keep
nor if I raise up to the night;
I rest in dark that's cold and deep,
my casket's lid sealed up all tight

my only prayer is death for me
although I know, it cannot be.

The curse of life forever more
was put on me and all my seed,
it shackles me to life--the bore,
and makes blood all I ever need,
except I also hunger for
the heat of love where-in I feed.

But underneath my casket's stone
I sleep all day, and sleep alone.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa

(Attempting to get enough new Monsieur L'Vampyre poetry for my next book, MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE MEETS THE WEREWOLF. Yes, Monsieur L'Vampyre indeed knows how to spell "Le Vampire," but he also knows how to spell his name, and his name is L'Vampyre.


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

The Ultimatum

The colloquial era of distorted sights
The enigma of thoughts and prejudiced plights
Betraying silence with elevated subterfuge

The sun, the moon, the stars, and the sky
Panorama of an entity and a soliloquy

The Ultimatum

The night that shines through,
The day withering alibis
The petals of nascent emotions
The wrecked laughs and the intellect cries

The hallucinations of cerebellum intensifies
The sodomized senses, the actuarial lenses
Calculate the mystery of plundering breath

The denial of existence
And the existence of departed
The annals of history take a frontier thy

When you feel death
Resurgence cramps in
Carrying away the cold and dry….


Details | Lyric | |

Numb

If only u saw what I could see
Then you could understand how ugly I really am
You would get why im not so beautiful

Once upon a time
I was alive
Breathing and feeling

Emit a nopu echo
Evila saw I
Gnileef dna. gnihtaerb

I saw the beast
Love didn't exist anymore
I believe that a girl can be a god
And a man can be the devil

Tsaeb eht. was I
eromyna tsixe tndid evol.
Dog a en nac lrig a taht. Eveileb.
Lived. Eht. Eb nac Nam a dna.

Words can be so expensive
They sometimes cost you your own life
Thoughts can make a fortune
If you just knew how to express them

Evisnepxe os eb nac sdrow 
Efil nwo ruoy uoy tsoc semitemos. Yeht
Enutrof. A ekam nac sthgouht
Meth sserpxe ot woh wenk tsuj uoy fi

There are clues in here do you think you can figure them out? 
There in the backwards sentances. Have fun and comment











Details | Lyric | |

Remember

Remember when...

you were allowed to say what. Was on your mind?
When we were able to think of something better for ourselves?
When you could turn to a friend for help?
Do you remember when the world was cleaner?

Remember...

when you fell out of the second floor and broke your arm?
When your parents weren't around to tell you they care and love you?
How you were perfect to them?
Like how you were able to call yourself clean, smart, and honest?

Feels like forever huh?
Since you were able to talk to yourself without people thinking your crazy

Do you remember?


Details | Couplet | |

My Love, My Life

Come to me my Knightly Prince
with the sword you galently fence
On your steed you proudly ride
The battle calls you to its side

I await, your lady fair
as I twine my golden hair
I dream of you, my heroic sire
your memory fills me with desire

I long to see you all the more
to kiss the lips I hunger for
All night and day I long
for the arms that held me strong

Men are returning from the fight
Oh, how dark is this night
My heart pounds when I'm told
you lay upon the battlefield, cold

Alas, this just couldn't be
Your love, is your promise to me
Grief stricken, to my knees, I fall
Ranting and raving, your name I call

Holding sword of tempered steel
Can what my eyes see, be real
He comes, my heart skips a beat
I am lifted, swiftly off my feet

Lost I am in his embrace
then I look upon his face
Behold, alabaster skin, I see
The metallic smell of blood, on me

Pooling, congealing, as it flows down
turning scarlet, my silken gown
Clothes crusted with grass and dirt
my lover has come back, hurt

Slowly he came withering with pain
as the life from him, did drain
to see his lady, he had to try
knowing he was soon to die

Sinking slowly to the ground
he reaches, without a sound
Hands as cold as hardened clay
I see him slipping further away

Quickly I unsheathe the fatal knife
without my love, I'll have no life
As he breathes the final breath
I join my love, my life, in death


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Faked

I stumble upon a river
the way it flows and feels
I take my shoes off and run threw it
laughing looking up towards the sun
I wake up and it was all just a dream
my sister runs up the stairs
she slams her door
i asked her what was wrong
she looked at me 
She says "mom told me you were adopted"
at first i laughed as i thought it was a joke
I run downstairs to see my mom and dad sitting on the couch
"mom?" i say
she replies "its true we adopted you!" 
she got up and walked into the kitchen
"after all this time i thought i was yours" i say
My father gets up and walks out the door
My mom lays her hand on her forhead
Just dont worry about it  everything will be okay
"No it wont i say"
i felt fake like i wasnt who i was suppose to be
i just sat on my bed thinking about the whole thing
my whole life and who i should have been
I packed my bags that light and i ran away
leaving the less important things behind
i set out on a journey to find my real parents
I had my sister get there info. from my dads office
I took a bus to indiana and looked up there address
As soon as i found it i knocked on the door
A man opened the door
he said "who are you?"
i say "apparently i am your son?!"
"you put me up for adoption?" i repeat

He yells "ANNA!?, Some kid is here for you!"
i repeat the story to her as she denied it
She looked bruised and beaten up
I wanted to help her but the man hut the door on my face

I had no where to go now
So i started on a journey back home
But i never made it there 
I found that old river i use to go too
i stayed there for a few weeks until
i remembered the way back.
I found myself that day
I realized that i was fake but now im not because i know that i am just me not any of them





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Countdown To Meltdown

It all started with a countdown from ten...
My own self-destruction shall begin
I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired
From trying to get hired
To trying NOT to get fired
Jesus! I can't control all this rage
Should I let the beast out of his cage?
As I struggle in this maze
I'm forever in a daze
I've been struggling for thousands of days
Been hurt in thousands of ways...
I get to nine
I'm starving but refuse to dine
Thirsty but refuse to drink wine
It hurts but I never whine
I thought life was sweet but it's sour like lime
This mountain I can't climb
Add good plus good it equals bad all the time...
Now that I'm at eight
Im far from straight
More like crooked
I had infinite patience but something took it
Maybe trials and tribulations
Lead to my anger accumulation
Which causes my heart to harden
Oh! Has the devil smarten...
Seven
Before I self destruct will I reside in heaven?
Does my best outweigh my worst?
I have words for the Lord and Satan but who shall I speak to first...?
I get down to six
But I don't have that many picks
When I die on Earth I shall leave my wits
No I take it back, I'll need those
So in my casket dress me in comfortable clothes...
Halfway at five
I no longer feel alive
I strive
To quicken my pace to an even stride
I'm having a meltdown, is it really worth living?
I possess a gift, is it really worth giving?
Not at all because I never take
Have my cake and eat it too, but I refuse to bake
Speaking of bake, it's hot
Like 100 degrees fareinheit
Or should I say farein-hot?
Maybe not...
Now I'm at four
As my heart beats slowly in my chest
My spirit beats on Death's door
I shall struggle no more
The bloody battles
The gore
This scripture is my farewell lore...
Now the number is three
As my worries grow tall as Eden's tree
But my grave won't be in that garden
With Adam and Eve
I beg your pardon...
But that's two bodies
My magic number
I collapse on the floor
Drifting into a slumber
I close my eyes
My spirit rose to the skies...
I never made it to one
Meltdown is complete
Entity level is none...none...none..


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Mistaken Sacrifice

The procession crawls off hesitantly
On willing shoulders, the casket floats
Wooden and heavy on hefty shoulders
In his train, in dirgy whispers
The countless mourners trudge along
Behind my love's eternal hide-away
Just then I saw her amidst the straddlers
Unaffected and with no wreath for his tomb
Suddenly, the re-occuring echoes again
The echoes of the sobbering past
Wading through the water, I could see him again
Swimming against the tide towards her
The perishing, wherever she came from
Gasping for breath and wallowing for help
She is not to be blamed, I am
I shouldn't ve left his side while he snored
Lost in visionless rest and quietude
He wouldn't have gone impulsively for her
Mistaking her for me, his heart beat
My heart pounded guiltily and mercilessly
As he went and never came back
She came and his remains came too
The redeemer and the redeemed, they made news
He became the drowned and she, the heroine
How unfair life is between longing hearts
How unfair she acts between us - the wombs
Yes, there she is again amidst the straddlers
Chattering noisily, unlike the funereal atmophere
Beaming remorselessly against the encompassing mood
Although the celebrated waste, he is my hero
The redeemer, and not the redeemed is the icon
He may have saved another, for me, he died
I must tell the ingrate, I am most grateful
Because for my life, he wasted his life
He saved her but for me, he gave his life


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A Sad Attempt

Wander and meet in wicked wind
They cut their teeth on broken nails
Walk across golden pond in sin
Trail of tears on glacial lake pales
In comparison to his frozen heart 

The heart of the damned chained forever
The heart of the damned pained forever

Pains me to think of them outstretched
Those arms of love, those arms
Brought me to believe far fetched
Dreams of love did some harm
Bleak shores broke on the edge

The heart of the damned chained forever
The heart of the damned stained forever

Surely you have heard his tale traveler
In your heart you knew it was true
Blue crystals of iced saline unravel
In a pool all that was left of Hue
His grave beside hers long overdue

The heart of the damned chained forever
The heart of the damned pained forever
The heart of the damned

___________________________


*This is a work in progress and is not the final version of this poem, I SUCK..... AGAIN! 


Details | ABC | |

Coward

People want to commit suicide,
people choose to die over livin life.
Why has it come to be this way?
Why has this life become so meaningless,
that we just want to throw it away?
We become selfish and think our life is so bad,
dont think of others who's lives are worse, But still greatful for what they have.
People take for granted the things they've got,
clothes, food, smokes and shoes, even a roof or a bed,
They dont think of the homeless,
the hungry, not even the cold or the hot.
They just think they want to be dead,
Things happen in our lives that, to us, seem bad.
We dont look for help or trust any "friends"
All because of the past we've had.
Dont be a coward and run away,
Stick it out, Live life,
I know that there's alot of strife,
But stick it through day to day.
People want to commit suicide,
people choose to die over livin life.
Why has it come to be this way?....


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Although a tear drop should fall

A fresh scent of dew fallen from the sky
A passage of unique fragrance as time passes by
In ardent pastures throughout time
As willows stretch forth its ellaborate decayed formation
In words expressed through stagnant claim
From words which arose unnoticed clear
Through a shaded window leaves in trace viable spectrum
In solemn timber warm embrace
Although a tear drop should fall 
Through silence one can softly hear the voice of God
One must act upon what they have initially received
Although a tear drop should fall out of place
A moment of pleasure can bring on a life time with pain
The times that are living in will soon fade & pass
In dire need of worthless angelic leap  to grasp
A spotted owl looms overhead wrought in with anticipation
Within solace we can safely anticipate peace
In sought after excursion to appease its untimely benefit


Although, frantic through its vested silver
A rush to deliver
The timeless appease with notable shoulder to cry
With warm regards to deliver yet now a sigh
A shot in the dark would light the inner spark
First the peace then silence to thwart its part

Some if not many rush about to & fro
Others simply digress to inflate their ego
Through hot pavement avoidance of passing road kill
Some may advance in common good
Others have been etched in its prolific sense should

By far many excell to some vain agenda
A lot of people in life just like to be heard
A shot in the dark without any discouraging word.


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Found

Time … to open
My eyes…
Time … to finally realize
I am the monster … glazed in guise
Time … to take responsibility
Of your slow demise
Of your haunting, screaming, aching unconditional agony
Time … has stopped
I am horrible
Hyperventilating, breaking…
Crying—smiling, faking 
Time … to see where the snake slithers tonight
Smirking in its venom of spite
To see myself crawl in its loosened skin
And become one with its kin
The slits of his eyes frighten me
But I welcome his sick visions
Who made these sticky decisions?
Time … to do something
To help you—to break me to pieces
I am the slime where you have broken through…so revolting
Time … to shake the sand away
To relieve the burning eyes from the blindness
Time to dip them in the cool water of action
Time …
To close up again
I wimper in the dark like a lost hound..

I am so afraid
Lost … but always found


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My Bleeding Song

The night covers me
Its wrath clings to my arms
My lonely heart
Starts to bleed

I sang a song
With my tears flowing over
Crimson of darkness
Flows from my eyelids

How is misery revived?	
So painful, so tender
How my agonies go on?
It sang a bleeding song

How is my life revived?
So sore, so high
With my droplets of blood
Flowing over my eyes

The season ends
Tomorrow may never come
The past lost its way 
To be remembered

I cry on my blood
With my frozen eyes of nothing
The song of my bleeding heart
Tunes on….


Details | I do not know? | |

the night she died

a night full of heart aching memories; 
a night thoughts drenched in black, 
the ground exibiting it's daggers,ready to claim another victim 
a sudden pause in the good days of our lives 

she was lying there in adverse pain, 
only tear drops were emanated by her internal agonised bellows, 
thou we were born from the same womb 
i did not know who she was, 
neither did she know who i was! 

i was told after ashes to ashes 
i was told that she was my twin sister! 
i was told she wentaway with a father i never met! 
immense pain suddenly filled my soul, 
wounds of my bleeding heart grew foul 

i retrospected how she was lying in my arms, 
how she cried mother helping her to eat crushed yams, 
i remembered the look alike i once questioned 
but nobody ever told me who she was 
i remembered the last words she said 
and how to rest she was laid... 

why? 
why did she has to go through all that? 
why did she die not knowing who i was? 
why did i know who she was? 
for a moment i wished i could be dead 
so we can enjoy time we never had together 


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The Monster Inside of Me

The monster inside of me is tearing me apart,
this monster is breaking me down.
Am I strong enough to fight?
Am I fallin' into this sound?

I'm so lost in this battle.
My heart and my mind, who will win?
The wind is blowing, a certain eerie way.
The leaves are flowing, so graciously in the wind.

There's so much running through my head.
I'm getting distracted, losing focus. Is this bad?
The monster is clawing at my back,
he's choking me out, I can't breathe now.

He looks like a shadow,
gives me chills like a ghost,
sounds like years of trapped pain and misery,
with the sweet kiss of death.

Silent is how he lurks,
a silhouette is all you'll ever see of him.
He makes my stomach turn, 
and my heart beat fast.

The monster inside of me, is me.
And I'm making myself sick.
Why can't I just let myself be?

The monster inside of me, is you. 
And it's making me tick.
I'm a time bomb,
waiting to explode.
Like tick, tick...


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Fresh Paint

The smell of fresh paint lingers
in my nose, in the air.
Crisp sheets lay smooth,
untouched with 
hospital corners.
I dreamed of holding you
in our bed.
A king size bed is too big for one.
Wedding gifts are strewn across
our dining room table.
I dreamed of eating together there
as man and wife,
candlelit dinners,
and meals with laughing children...
dreams that will never come true.
A family room quietly sits alone
without a family.
A yard waits outside for a garden
that will never be planted.
Nothing is as it seems.
Only my flowing tears are real tonight.
A new home, a new marriage...
but my other half is only here
in spirit.
Only one returned from 
our honeymoon...
I wish it was me who died that dark night.
The doctors said nothing could be done...
A silent killer stole you from sleep and from me
while I slept next to you...
nothing could be done,
a beginning and an end.
Life changes in a moment.
Now, our dream home is for sale.
The dream is gone.
I cannot bring myself to sleep in our bed,
so I make up the couch tonight...again.
My heart calls out for you.
My arms reach out for you.
I taste your lips on mine.
I smell you, see you, hear your voice
whispering my name.
Your touch lingers with 
the smell of fresh paint.



By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, June 29, 2012

*a work of fiction for If I Had a Broken Heart Contest



Details | I do not know? | |

Ash In Her Words

She's choking on blood clots 
over the moon
her mind has gone wondering and 
it won't be back soon.

She's talking to angels 
under the sea
her windy expression 
is causing a breeze.

She's purple mixtures
of all that's not good,
her shape isn't changing
i don't think that it could.

She walks with the devil 
and flies with the birds.
Her mouth is an ashtray
and she's ashing her words.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

a nightmare ( i had once......)

the air around me is thick, its hard to breath the dense thickness of it; it smothers
every breath that i take and draw...
it's like a thick cloud wrapped around my every limb, 
so cold; so very cold...its as if ice runs through my veins and nothing is there to chase
it away. the stars are hidden behind gray clouds that churn angrily throughout the night sky, 
hot tears burn their way down my face, my hands tremble  as i reach out toward the empty
space. 
i feel dried grass and rusted chains beneath clammy fingers. no wolves howl, no
nightingale's sing their sweet homely lullabies....its eerily quiet as the night moves on. 
i feel  no caress of your strong fingers, so alone; so lonely....your eyes, i can not see.
it's your voice i wish to hear at this time. your voice that rings like a thousand bells
that chime. 
this horrid place is a place of death and sorrow, and i want no part in it; death is not a
gift i want or wish on anyone. 
i want love and light. the light, that your eyes shine so vividly bright. with every
labored beat of my heart, it calls to you. it demands your help as do i. why don't you
come? why haven't you come to help me? 
i suffer in this place, i plead you to come and help. yet you do not. why? 
the moon further rises; it's glow is smeared behind the dense clouds; stars have yet to
appear, its still your voice that i yearn to hear. as i stare up--not knowing who to
hate--at the sky, 
the tears fall harder and hotter down my face, 
i crumble to the ground and cry.


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I will be waiting for you

Together we stand strong with love,
even when fear lurks on our backs,
like deadly parasites,
fighting my fear,
as death chases us,
I grab your hand as we run for our lives,
our heart beats racing against time,
but we hit a dead end,
you look into my eye's,
as I see the fear grow,
like a child in a thunger storm,
my heart darkens with sadness,
I grab you and hold you one last time,
tears drip down our face,
like our eye's were dark clouds that stormed down in terror,
I whisper I love you,
and I let you go,
before I left I told you I'll be there waiting at the kingdom of God,
I wont walk into Heaven without holding your hand,
live a long happy life,
I'll be waiting for you,
and I ran straight into the heart of death,
my heart shall beat within yours forever,
goodbye my love,
and just like that my life ended so you may live yours.


Details | Rhyme | |

Never Take Hate Outside

When you're hurt inside,
And there's no where to hide,
And there's no one on your side,
And it's killing your pride,
Inside,
Never take hate outside,

When your heart is chocking,
The heavy words never spoken,
The things that hurt you inside,
When love has died,
Inside,
Never take hate outside,

When your heart is gone,
From being alone,
And it beats a solemn tone,

When you're cold inside,
It's only a short ride,
Never take hate outside


Details | Blank verse | |

SEPARATION or DEATH

SEPARATION  or  DEATH         by LINSE DAVID V,INDIA

“   These lines are written by dipping 
My pen of sorrow in an invaluable ink pot 
This hot, red ink-you may know -is the 
Blood of my HEART !

You can decide the caption of this poem
By reading it fully-if you can. Because,
It will never come to an end.

The theme of this poem is about the
Sparkling days we spent together

I can’t forget that first sight...
It reminded of our deep bond -
which would have been created even before the
Creation of the Universe!!!

The flower which you gave me first
Bore the fragrance of eternity
The first word you uttered to me 
Did the inauguration of some sweet feelings!
Your sweet smile acted as the-
Fuel of my HEART.

I haven't touched you so far: but you-
Did touch my heart and soul !

At first, we were two parallel lines, but
One magnet made us a straight line

                  **********

Why did we meet?
Was it deliberate?
What was it for?
I Don’t know, I Don’t know, I Don’t know.

                **********

The parting words you uttered painfully 
Did shatter my heart and all...
The flower which you gave me last 
Did really smell eternal grief

At last...
We have become two lines again,
which are going towards two extremes
I can’t forget that last sight, because,
That moment reminds me of DEATH

Death is a separation, but here 
Separation means DEATH for me .....
............, My Beloved. “


Details | I do not know? | |

Pleas and Poison

Who takes the last breath in the summer sun?
I'll die in autumn disaster smiling for the purity I've seen

Sullen sun rain on me
A fleeing soul into the dark and deep

Sleep
No thought
No Touch
No words


Kisses never here
Smile forgotten

Make me stone when i am dead
Take away my name

Tell god i've been shamed since Cesarean escape....
...I didn't know what I was getting into.....

I'll take my last look when the summer comes


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Rebirth

Submerging more into this abyss
Fading away in the darkness
Engulfing the heart with emotion
Life is torn away, lost, broken
Or perhaps just rebirthed
 
Reverse the already walked path
Inhale each lost breath
Gain each second wasted
Unprotect where you overguarded
Hold those you didn’t mean push away
 
Appreciate the love that blessed you
Enjoy each simple kiss
Never break an embrace
Dwell in your beloved’s aura
Intoxicate yourself in passion
 
Gander at adolescent mistakes
Rebellion and new freedom
Laws broken, nights filled with fun
Morning after of consequences
Smile at ignorant youth
 
Continue back to the feeble
Not from age, but lack of
Weakness, carried by family
Repayment for the future, the past
Bury yourself in warmth lost
 
Submerging more into this abyss
Fading away in the darkness
Engulfing the heart with emotion
Life is torn away, lost, broken
Or perhaps just rebirthed


Details | Lyric | |

Today my heart aches

Today my heart aches
for my mum long gone
nineteen years have passed.
Tears fall silently,
my heart is broken,
not like a love gone wrong
but for that person
no one else can replace,
today my heart aches.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Heart of a POET -- Speaks (Part 3)

Disintegrated
Red Tears , Create a Black Lake
Where my Heart now swims

You may Kiss your Bride : I raise HER veil, see the essence of my universe
Wrapping my arms around Her; drawing Her closer, We kiss our tongues dance
The eyes, ears the depths of my soul ; screaming “Rejoice; our host is Whole
 I remember Our Wedding Dance a Rhapsody to Eternity, the rest of the day 
                                            A soporiferous trance
I remember the last  Beautiful  Picture  I ever Felt of  “  L E N O R E  “
 My host  was  standing on the Shuffle-Board Court talking with Mr. Adams
 His only “FATHER” - in law :  Respectfully  my host gazes beyond “TO LENORE”
 Standing by the railing  on the main deck a few feet below : He glances and catches
 THE flash in LENORE’s Green Eyes : the mirrors of HER SOUL a silhouette :
  Against the Sun standing upon his own reflection Smiling at His smile : I Smile
 Sending  LENORE ‘s Heart a whisper :  a LOVE Song;  Singing of our FOREVER
 A Toast to MRS LENORE ELLEN(Adams)JOHNSON The Heartbeat of my SOUL
 Her eyes bypass me to her Daddy,  I nod my appreciation, He nods Saying call me D A D 
 OUR eyes  revert to LENORE who raises her glass which flies from her hand:  I glimps
As a sailing boom sweeps across the main deck Hearing the wails of fear and pain
The boom lifts LENORE up and throws Her over the Railing I glance at DAD “FROZEN
 In that second of time” I tore off my cummerbund tie and my shoes “All HANDS on Deck  
ALL HANDS ON DECK Man Overboard  I start to leap as the arms of a monster puts me in a
                                                       Bearhug
I can’t break through “ Let me go YOU stupid  M___er - F___er  Please LET ME GO I cried 
                                                        PLEASE


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Dead man's chest

I lay in the embrace of night
waiting in dismay
for the coming torture
of dawn's awakening.

I hear the early bird proclaiming its arrival
with such a subtle song
but I shut my ears
for my mind turned it 
into raging cries of agony
in the midst of peaceful melody.

Wishing to hide from the day's
impending slight,
from its sharp plough,
promising to uproot the hurt
just like yesterday.

Instead I face the jabs,
my heart, in a musty chest,
which I cut out 
with a rusted knife.

I chained it with 
denial
and locked it with
insanity
and tossed my past into the ocean
of memories
to lay upon the mind
of the deep.

It might someday be discovered 
but today it is forgotten
and the frozen light of day
can not harm 
what no longer has a soul.

So I stumble forth in life's cycle 
with a mask's protection lest 
someone sees past monotonous motion
and ventures on conquest
to find a dead man's chest.






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I open the door in my head

This is not good, my life is misunderstood.
Running through a door that just wont open
Celebrating a lie that wasnt even chosen.
Climbing in  a window with no entrance
Trying to repent, struggling this instance..
Numbing the pain wont extract this mind game.
Facing the publicity minus the fame.

Paper to pen I dont know where to begin.
Lost in this world Im forced to live in.
Send me above or down below
At this point it doesnt matter which way I go.
Struck from the heart with things I could not come to part
This misery excisting is tearing me appart.


Details | Narrative | |

ThE cOrRiDoR pArT 2

Her heart raced, pounding in her chest
She felt that she couldn’t take the trauma any longer
She gathered all her courage and
Without a moment’s hesitation she jumped up like a frog in a pot
She raced down the corridor panic stricken and pale
Her frail body fighting with all its might to keep going
Every ounce of strength she channeled into a crazed determination to continue
All she could think was “I must escape”
“Louiseeee” The voice echoed
Her heart nearly burst inside of her little body
She let out a scream of her own
So loud it sounded almost too big to come out of her
At last, the neverending corridor seemed to twist
It wasn’t an even corner
It was crooked and deteriorating
It appeared as a thousand year old puzzle was falling apart
She dashed breathlessly around the corner just to find
A door!  It was at the bottom of a staircase to the left
It looked like it led to a dungeon
Could it be a trap?
She was weary but had no time to think and no other options
Without a moments pause she raced for the staircase eyes desperate for an escape
She ran down the cold damp staircase and half way down she lost her balance and carelessly tumbled the rest of the way down
The moment she reached the bottom she grasped the door knob and twisted
Only to find that it was locked
Just then… the power went out
Sheer darkness
Then came the blood curdling scream again
Followed was the monstrous chuckle
The girl terrified curled up her head over her knees and began to shiver and cry
Just then she heard “Louise” in a whisper repeated over and over
Then it got louder “LOUISE LOUISE!”
It began shouting, 
Then she felt her body begin to shake
“No!” she cried  “No!”
‘It’s alright Sarah… it’s only a nightmare darling” came the voice of her mother
“Shhhh” said her father “It’s alright, we’re here now.”  He smiled down at her.
Her tense muscles relaxed…
She smiled up at them feeling safe and shut her eyes again
Just to wake up back against the door to the dungeon cold and dark
“It’s only a dream she whispered” to herself
She was right… It was only just a dream
What she didn’t know was… which dream was the reality
The lights flickered on and there was the beast
She felt she couldn’t breathe
“It’s only a dream” she repeated
Somehow this proved to be of no comfort to her
Something was wrong
She felt an uneasy sinking feeling
“My name is not Sarah….”
She was trapped with no way out
Cornered up against the door helpless
She screamed a dreadful scream
And the beast devoured her


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Prepare For War

Please let me leave this 
paradise
Let me speak to him once 
more
The one who I'd do anything 
for
The one who holds my heart

This alchemy of sin
Will never go unpurged
Get ready to burn
Lilith you are my mark
Prepare for War 
Demon whore

Anubis, my heart is mine
My love's revenge I will find
It's Time for war
I understand now
You are my mark 
Lilith reach for your armor
Prepare For war

I will meet my body again
I'll rip out every nail in my 
coffin
I don't care if it's God I Offend

You've destroyed my love
You've destroyed me
You've destroyed my heart's 
holder
Lilith you are my mark
Prepare for war
Demon whore

Anubis, my heart is mine
My love's revenge I will find
It's Time for war
I understand now
You are my mark 
Lilith reach for your armor
Prepare For war

Only if I could let him know
This curse, this demon
Will not be our doom 

Anubis, my heart is mine
My love's revenge I will find
It's Time for war
I understand now
You are my mark 
Lilith reach for your armor
Prepare For war


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Martyrdom of a Jew King

My name is Judas betrayer of God everyone hates me yet thats not as much as I hate myself and everything else until its just a word that cannot be felt I can't be accountable to a single action thats unchangeable I wish you would cast off into a river of ashes and cover your body until the sorrow passes thats what I did to slowly admit I'm no longer the devil you wish to possess I buried my burdens deep in demons of past My sin seems to leave me quick as I forget it for you I've become a dead doll submissive I sold the jew king for a mere thirty silver he then became a martyr who would have figured I guess I delivered the greatest good ever so you may understand why my guilt is light as a feather Judas, you coward backstabber. you dog I acknowledge it all now with a wink and a nod people mean little more than they care for themselves you wouldn't take coin if your family were starved? you won't hear my reason then I won't give you no sense I've already given you more than I ever truly meant more than I'm worth or have had to give Judas, the sinner the liar, the pig Judas the desperate for his family to live Judas, the hero for without him dies his religion


Details | I do not know? | |

the last goodbye

the hardest thing is letting go
goodbyes were never my thing 
memories are the enemy 
when someone close to you dies 
a piece of your heart slowly fades away
and at some point you forget whats happening 
you forget how to smile
you realize they aren't coming back so why hold on 
why face all the sadness and fear
why must things be so hard
when they disappear 
why fear what helps you the most 
why be afraid if you see there ghost
when that part of your heart breaks its hard to regain the strength 
its hard to mend the pieces
its hard to erase the memory
most of all its a ***** to numb the pain
nothing works 
nothing wants to help
it eats at you like its got you in its grasp 
when someone you love dies your empty you don't know where to turn or what to do
your scared of being alone
even when they were near
its hard to forget..
   its hard to ignore...
     its hard to get over...
what your heart goes through to be okay
    what your mind does to solve its pain
           what you'd do just to bring them back
                  what you'd give just to say im sorry 
                         emotions run wild when you lose someone 
                                your not yourself
                                    you question things you use to be positive about
                                          you push people away to isolate yourself from more pain
is this what its like to be alive but feel so dead 
  is this what its like to want to forget what meant so much
     why did they have to go when it wasn't their time
         what could such an innocent person do to deserve death 
why is it so cold once they are gone
being numb isn't an issue 
its the hold it has on you 
   its the life it drains outta you
trying to be strong only brings more pain
      trying to smile when you feel like dying
the desire to move on only makes it worse
  you lose what your thoughts were
    what your dreams where suppose to be
       what goals no longer matter 
          what life even is worth anymore 
troubling thoughts come and go 
   disturbing images fade in and out 
      what is death 
the thing we fear most 
  the thing that rips us apart
    the thing that is made to make us suffer 
         the energy drainer the reason you become hollow
losing touch with reality starts to kick in
  losing all hope takes over 
empty
  lonely
     dead inside
no where to go 
  no one to turn to
    nothing can help you
       no not even yourself
is this really how its gonna end?


Details | Rhyme | |

A Brave Soldier

In his heart he holds courage, 
In his hands he holds our lives. 
A Brave Soldier he may be, but only at the the front lines. 
He is weaken by all the death, 
He is haunted by there souls. 
For he knows in this battle, hatred rules one's goal. 
He does not fight for hatred, 
He fights for there lives instead. 
Cause he knows hatred has no value, when so many are dead. 

As he lays in death, knowing it will come, 
He glances at the sky and makes peace with all he's done. 
For on the battlefield, life is as precious as gold. 
And one must always choose should it be friend or foe? 
He closes his eyes and hopes in his death no more victims will fall. 
But, in his heart he knows his country one day will call. 
For A Brave Soldier to take the front line and give there his life as he, 
He just hopes all are content knowing A Brave Soldier he will always be. 





Details | Personification | |

Love this hate that

music is more than an obsession its magic
no room in my heart for another thing
Why does the devil talk to me and i listen to it
feel like i gave myself away a conscript
who wont listen to his parents
a young rebel not caring
but i don't have a selfish center im always sharing
so let me give this back to you what you gave to me world
so much blood hate anger 2 vipers inter twineing and twirling
the black depths of my mind is swirling 
the passion i used to have is running low so follow me
No remorse im nothing more than a modern day force
evil sittin on my horse swinging my sword twords
your vocal cords as my hordes of minions claim im insane
as they dancein short shorts take a bat to your porsche
stomp down all your fortes join me im no demon
im just a evil genius alwase scheming about reaping
anyone stupid enough to close there eyes for sleeping
im fiending on feeding you to my inner beast whos dreaming
Of a day i wake up without screaming


Details | Free verse | |

Melody Hums

This is fabricated evidence of love
Forged reports of a representative that cares

We are stripped of our skins
Chernobyl lingers in the backdrop
Stretches his mutated ligaments to reach us
Barely a millimeter apart

They're already larger than life and yet
they still walk on stilts
The men in black suits waving identification
like batons
Don't tell them a damned thing

He waits alone in the water
for blood; for prey;
for any sign of life
We betray ourselves to him

"Why the face so long"
"What could go so wrong"
I'll tell you what,
it may take 43 muscles
but who even honestly frowns
when they're sad these days
In the throngs of despair
the flight reaction catches
and releases

Everything spreads like disease
Cakes in cracks and crevices in the walls of the well
Nobody's leaving
whether there's a desire to or not

This is fabricated evidence of love


Details | I do not know? | |

Heavens Times The Weekend Edition

The words on the newspaper loud though uneven

Humans detroyed the garden of Eden

Satan released a statement of no reason

"This is my time now the Angels dont treasen"

As a result of the banished few

Who set to sell their souls anew

The Lord of Darkness now unto the few

As the souless flight of evil spilled through

"Come all who dare to face the saints

Come all who dare to challenge my paint

For it is red of contanst restrai