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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


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Freedom

In solitude I dream tonight
And watch a moth in fevered flight.

It’s drawn toward my quaint porch light
And flies consumed with all its might.

Through open window I can see
Its desperation shared with me;

How freedom in this world is light—
And we as souls are drawn to fight.

Though freedom’s light may cause our death,
It’s worth the risk with every breath.

I understand the moth’s sad plight
When drawn to the glorious light.

Though it knows not of human trust,
It buzzes on because it must!


For Chopped II Poetry Contest 
Sponsored by Craig Cornish


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How to Die

At a carnival- in my dream
I saw an old man had made 
a rocket - and blasted off
I saw it go overhead and at first thought
It was a decoy
because no-one could come back to Earth safely
From such a blast
Then - I assumed because he was old 
he wanted to die in a 
Blaze of glory
Next I see his rocket turn into a parachute
And he has on snow skis and poles
We all make a space for him to land.
As he lands - the street turns into a river- 
and he manages to land upright
on the skis - on the water.
But I think then he had a heart attack
From the joy of landing 
Suzanne Delaney


Details | Diamante | |

ORPHANED

                          Orphaned
                   Abandoned, Afraid
               Losing, Longing, Lacking
            Always Alone, Forever Home
              Lasting, Loving, Lavishing
                     Chosen, Secure
                          Adopted

       Contest: Regina's "Diamanté Poem"
                     Date: 11-12-14
                   


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Fear of death

The fear of death

When I was a young man, a great fear of dying
Did bother my mind all the while
I’d dream I did murder, I’d dream I got murdered
Till one day I forgot how to smile
The dread of old age would torture me daily
And I was so scared of the dark
The joy of my life it just kind of faded
And often the terror was stark

Then one day I had me, this wonderful dream
This dream saw me lying there dead
But I was still there, looking down from the ceiling
All peaceful with no sign of dread
I learned from that day that death is the kind one
When the fear of him does dissipate
Then death will come out like a beautiful mother
As she rides on the breeze of ones fate

Now always , I live in the true hand of faith
For life always knows what is best
So I will relax as I’m held in her bosom
As she takes me away for a rest
The story goes on, and it will do forever
Cause life, well it never can die
I’m part of the trees, And I ride on the breeze
For I am that wholeness, am I.

5 July 2013 @ 1107hrs.


















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Willow: A Fable

Timmy Tom Tuck was a young fellow with charm
who one summer stayed at his grandfather's farm.
He loved to eat ice cream and Grandma's baked goods
but his favorite thing was to play in the woods

He so loved the willow oak tree near the spring
to lie flat on his back and hear the birds sing.
The bunnies and ducklings would come to his call
as Timmy Tom Tuck was best friends with them all.

One day young Timmy was watching a cloud.
All at once his name was called plainly out loud!
He looked all around but naught did he see
till a tiny creature stepped out of the tree.

"Willow is my name", softly sang out the sprite.
Her skin was quite crinkled, her hair purest white.
"I am your friend, so you have nothing to dread.
This tree is my home. I'm a dryad.", she said.

"A dryad dwells deep in the heart of her oak
and she speaks through its roots to all the plant folk,
to mosses and mushrooms, the ferns in the fen,
pink lady slippers, and the grass in the glen.

For all things are akin, all substance is one,
the earth and the stars, the moon and the sun,
the grass and the trees, the air high above,
the birds and the bees, the ones that we love."

From that time on they were never apart,
and Timmy loved Willow with all of his heart.
All day they would play in the rocks and the streams
and at night sweet Willow would dance in his dreams.

Dryads live long but young summers do fly.
Soon Timmy and Willow spoke words of goodbye.
He promised he'd surely come see her next year.
Sadly smiled Willow; her eyes glistened with tears.

But Timmy came not in that year nor the next
as summers were filled with exciting prospects:
soccer and baseball and Boy Scout Jamborees.
Those days with Willow turned to faint memories.

But at last one summer he went back to the farm
and contritely thought of his vow in alarm.
He gave hugs all around, and once he was free,
with his heart in his throat, ran down to the tree.

The oak was all withered, no leaves anywhere.
"Oh Willow! Oh Willow!", he cried in despair.
"Oh Willow! Oh Willow! Oh where can you be?"
then embraced with both arms the willow oak tree.

Deep from the tree there came a tremulous sigh.
"Oh Timmy, dear Timmy, my end is now nigh.
I've lived and seen wonders in these many years,
but now I must go; you must not shed any tears.

For all things are akin, all substance is one,
the earth and the stars, the moon and the sun,
the grass and the trees, the air high above,
the birds and the bees, the ones that we love.

I'll kiss your sweet cheek with every small breeze.
I'll cool your hot brow with the shade of the trees.
In dewdrops I'll wash your bright face with the dew,
and in dreams my soul will be always with you."

With those words, kind Willow then faded away.
Near her Timmy stayed till the end of the day.
That evening quite late he was able to sleep,
then dreamed such a dream, and the dreaming was deep.

The forest was big and the forest was bright.
Sweet sunshine shone through it in golden daylight.
Then all the wood fairies came out at twilight,
and fair Willow danced in the silver moonlight.

"Spend time with those you love."

July 8, 2014
The Sweetest Touches of Verse Contest
Roy Jerden


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Plea From A Dark Soul

Plea From A Dark Soul


 Weep not in the sun for me
 my wasted life spent in vain
 by death I did flee,
 all but my shadow dwelt in pain

 Utter not proud words for me
 years of drunken whoring feasts
 by death I did flee,
 feeling no love, set loose my beasts

 Deny not the fate I did earn
 in my own just Hell to endure
 by death I so return,
 leaving a black heart so impure

 Cry not over my burial urn
 my deeds harvested bitter fruits
 by death I so return,
 to languish in my dark roots!

 Robert J. Lindley 11-09-2014

 note: Written from a dream, rather a nightmare that I had recently. As the darkness closed in the  screams grew louder, the pain stronger and the heartaches
 shouted for more agony.. Singe this sinner's hide with pain
 that makes the angels cry..
 A voice speaks out, tis only the start , we have ages and ages to increase
 the torment and pain. 
 Time serves us this sweet delight , this lost soul now lives within our eternal night!

Quote for perspective-- 
 Poetry is a bowl of cereal and if you are nice you get to add milk and a spoon.
author,  Robert Lindley


Details | ABC | |

There is a place

There is a place you can go that is full of only love and Warmth .
you will be surrounded by a light that shines from the Heavens ,
Sprinkles of Silver and Gold. 

This place is filled with brilliant colors of Purple , vibrant Gold, all colors.
not one Color is less significant then another ,
for every color is equal here .

This place is surrounded by the beauty of different Flowers.
All flowers have significance here . No one Flower is better then another .
All Flowers are equal here .

It is important you know , you can cry here , and should cry as often as needed .
For  the tears will cleanse your Soul and give the Flowers water to grow.
No  one Tear is insignificant here , every tear has value and not one is better then another .

 money holds no value ,  Where you live , what you own,  has no significance here .

You will be surrounded by a beautiful light that shines from the Heavens .
A shining warm light will encircle you and allow nothing to hurt you . 
Hate will be shed at the door light a old jacket of no use. 

There is a place of beauty and  Worth.
This place will not be found on Earth .
It is a place where no one person is better then another .


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-


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A Soul Awakened

She is the muse to her own sorrow; She is the digger of her grave. She is the painter of her ocean view and every fatal wave. She is the shadow of her Father; She is the darkness in your sight. She is the night without the stars surrounding pale moonlight. She is the music with no words; She is sweet love without the reason. She is your dreamer with submission cold by warmth with every season. She is your pet with cold intentions; She is your baby scared and shaken. She is the bold and pure- the lost and found, She is a soul awakened.


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Petals of Dream

City of glamor dressed in its finest; 
stars fall down at her feet. 
Crowds shout her name; 
pull the curtain and let the show begin. 

The mob turns on their wildness, 
"here she comes, bow down your head!" 
Let's toast our drinks, share her flesh. 
Pay for the glory, she offers free. 

But beneath her glance is a rotten dream, 
dying to be loved and shed her tears. 
With the arms of a warrior, 
Her wounds to be healed. 

Lights are off, rest in peace. 
The knight in shining armor has come. 
Pick up those petals scattered in hell. 
Happiness isn't a forever dream. 
 


Details | Villanelle | |

Night Stalker

Within the forest’s dream of night’s true fright
shadows twist obsidian trees torment,
the cypress writhe in blood moon’s bright delight.

The hunter hides his nascent lust for might 
and so the doe flees by man’s bow unbent,  
within the forest’s dream of night’s true fright.
	
The cypress writhes in blood moon’s bright delight,
bedevil not the finer soul, repent,
the destined deed, must feed, man’s plight.

With deadly skill, fletched shaft sheers frosty night.
The horned hart does fall in wonderment, 		
within the forest’s dream of night’s true fright.

And torment flows in drops of crimson sight,
distorting right and light with man’s intent.
The cypress writhes in blood moon’s bright delight

Into the holy water blood rings light
for life is all and death is but dissent, 
within the forest’s dream of night’s true fright,
the cypress writhes in blood moon’s bright delight.




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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 | Romanticism | |

The Blue Poet

I am the Blue Poet.
The uneasy man.
Who longs to be loved,
or just to have a friend.

My heart whisphers a low melody
on a faint, cool evening
thinking of her.
Once in my arms,
laying on my bed of roses.
Now she is gone.
I cannot think anymore!
It is hard, to love again,
When all your love has been taken away.
... I am the Blue Poet.

I am the Blue Poet,
That walks the bluish, dawn and dew covered streets
in the the October evenings and nights.
But I tell you, I wasn't always so blue.
No! I was once alive... happy... romantic,
... till Love went away!

Now I sit in the wayward poetry clubs,
drinking club soda and snapping my fingures
to a finished performance on a poem about love.
Written by a soft, spoken seventeen year old girl.

Soon, it is my turn to give my poem a read.
I stand on a lone stage, with a spotlight drownding me in blindness.
I face the faces, who look at me and smile.
A clap, and a cough, bring my head up.
I look out upon the sitting crowd.
To see that one face
that speaks to me,
without the movement of the mouth.
The face never showed though, and my head fell back down.

I start to read.
A vase of emotions kill me and swallow me up.
I try to hold back tears, but no more could I halter.
I finished, with a salty tear, rolling down my rough and oiled cheek.
I leave the crowd at ovation
and leave the women, all with tears in their eyes.

I come down from the stage, leaving the bright spotlight.
I shake hands, give hugs,
and collect my pay, and have another round of club soda.
Then, I go down the midnight alleyways of sprinkled city streets
finding myself a cozy room.

I think of her for a moment,
then off to sleep.
I dream of one time laughs, and hugs and kisses.
I cry in my sleep,
...For I am the Blue Poet.


Details | Free verse | |

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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You Shine Your Light

You shine your light in darkest night
Your beacon burning there so clear
If I had wings then I’d take flight 
You shine your light in darkest night 
I feel your warmth holding me tight 
As in your arms you draw me near 
You shine your light in darkest night
Your beacon burning there so clear

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
09.24.2014


Details | Free verse | |

Alive

And we are left here Like maggots—dirty, parentless…devastated Always feeding on the gruel…the cruel Fattening our lives in the moneyless bilk Shocking like a bee sting, yet soft as silk We are the forgotten I am watching the others grow rotten But I am cleansed and raw with glee Because…though blinded with slime…I SEE… I rise to the sound of the agonizing screams Of rapes, murders, of violent fists…weeping minds My definition of true finds… I smile when any possible hope arrives Fate laughs, knowing I constantly scream inside I am amused of it all…I can’t stop laughing As bitter tears began to fall I HATE ALL OF YOU… I WANT TO KILL YOU ALL… But I love that I can take anything From the nothing we have all been labeled The sick, the low…the mentally unstable Watch me roll up in a ball A naughty tease to death’s lull I love your silence… I love your intense fall And we are more alive than any of you We are crazed by your belligerence Aching to be emotionless SHARE YOUR INDIFFERENCE SHARE IT… Give us something to be left with So the others can die As Fate veers its head looking in the mirror Listen to her laughter—do you hear her? She watches and waits To find her maggots have grown wings… Screw your selfish indifference...we fall to fly We are more alive than any of you Though quickly we die


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The Blue of the Sky is an Ever Dream


If a wind of change
 were to stifle truth
and peel the eyes of the blind
If a grave was the
gate of immortal dawn
where the sad trees lean
 over flowers forlorn
For seven eternities
 I will wait for you
Until silent death
splits my heart in two
I will follow the dream
 of a never doom
To await your sun
 in a nether tomb
For forever means all
 in a grander scheme
and the blue of the sky
 is an ever dream

 Suzanne Delaney


Details | I do not know? | |

Dreams

I often wonder in my head
If angels watch while I’m in bed.
Is it they who help me see and hear
Those I have loved and held so dear.

Mother, father, husband, son
I dream about them every one.
When I awake, they’ve seemed so real 
My limbs reach out to touch and feel.

Ere I remember that it’s just a dream
I fear I’ve said or done some careless thing. 
To upset or hurt--my greatest fear
As it often was when they were here.

I long to sleep and dream once more, 
To see the ones I saw before.
But now they’ve gone; again I lose.
We’ll talk again when the angels choose.


Details | Rhyme | |

I wish your death was just a dream

I wish that your death turned out to only be a bad dream.
Your demise makes me feel like I'm coming apart at the seams.
I wish that I would wake up and realize that it was only a nightmare.
But you really are gone forever and it proves that my life is unfair.
If I could wake up, I would be so pleased and it would be great.
Your death hurts so bad that at times I can't even think straight.
I've heard other people say how bad their loved ones deaths hurt them.
But a man doesn't know how bad it really is until it happens to him.
The Lord decided to call you home even though I asked him not to.
I wish your death was just a dream because I would still have you.

[Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013.]


Details | Sijo | |

Awakening

 Whilst near to death experience is gift of the few,
Mass awakening happens in the field of earthly existence:
Sleeping is weakness, when strong enough we'll awake spontaneously.  


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Fault Of Thyself

Fault Of Thyself

For every man there is reward.
For every man there are consequences.
Which kind of man are you?
 
For the brave man, there is honor.
For the cowardice man, there is desertion.
For the stone man, there is isolation.
For the weeping man, there is no shame.
For the anger man, there is violence.
For the patient man, there is a reward.
For the observant man, there is a puzzle.

For every woman there one man who fits her.
Be she the reward.
Be she the consequence. 
She is the Queen to the King.

Be she the honorable, for the brave man.
Be she the deserter, for the cowardice man.
Be she the isolatar, for the stone hearten man.
Be she right hand of no shame, for the weeping man.
Be she the perfect reward, for the patient man.
Be she the puzzle, for the observant man.

A man who can never handle a woman during her most awful, destructive days then he does not deserve her on her wonderful, perfect day.


Details | Epitaph | |

BABY

written 28th oct 2012

You were never seen by us, that privilege sadly was not for us 
  an extravagance we were overwhelmed by, the thought of your embrace  
The entire twelve weeks you were a joy to have known, even 'without' being seen 
 hearing about you're arrival, was a blessing at the time you were conceived
For life hadn't been easy and we had all asked God, we even plea'd 

We wait upon the day, you will finally meet us 
 having the honour to love and learn with you, saddly not for us
It brakes my heart as you part, you had already embeded love into my heart
 Just knowing we will now...forever be kept apart

God has other plans for your love that's so strong, blessing us from the start
 we continually pray, maybe he'll deside to let you stay around
But the intense pain of tears and loss, are constantly falling all around
 just let it be known, we all desperately wanted you to become part of us
 
We all will love you for eternity, you are now forever one of us,
 although it was only for a very slight second, it was better than never
You are from this day on, embedded into our hearts forever...
   the impact you have left 'unborn young one'' my beloved grandchild....
                                  "Angel" 2012


Details | Elegy | |

Hold Me For A Moment

You held me for a moment
For just a moment it would seem
It seems like forever ago
Although I could never remember
Remember those warm-filled months
Between March and November
November was the end
The end and a new beginning
Beginning of a new season
A season such as Spring
As Spring would bring new life into the world
A world with unreasonable sin
A sin as lifeless as Autumn
(Autumn to some called Fall)
Fall, when he would fall
A fallen angel,
An angel gained
Or gaining a loss?
The loss of a day,
The loss of a life
A life that would end as the day turns to night
The night always dark
The dark calls for closed eyes
Eyes that await the promise of a sunrise
And so the sun would rise
But some still remain asleep
A deep sleep they will not wake
Wake me up from this dream
Dreams of an untold story
A story was cut short
Shortness of a heartbeat
A heart with no beat
Better count your blessings
Blessed life-long lessons
Not to lessen the longing
But I still belong to him
He smiles upon me all day all night
The night, I am used to days without light
A light grip, a solid hold
Hold me so that I don't fear no end
End this yearning, hold me for a moment again


Details | Epic | |

Day Dream

A gun to my head about to pull, 
I start to wonder if my funeral will be full,
Clap! Clap! No I am not dead,
That is just something falling off the bed.
I can hear the ringing of a bell,
Not even dead as yet, but it is time to go to hell.

I start to wonder a lot of crop,
Hell is far I think I am going to need a map.
I might have to pay a toll, 
Don't know really that was what i was told.
It happen now there is a hole in my brain,
Surprised! Because I didn't feel a second of pain.
This gun for a moment didn't even stick, 
I have to say it was so quick.

I will be missed,
But of course I knew why I did this,
Now all of this pain will go away,
It's over now not another day.
Also I guess doing this thing just amazed me,
Killing myself was crazy. Maybe!

What the hell it's time to wake up!
Now I think I want to live,
Won't forget but at least forgive.


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 | Elegy | |

The Dead of Night

It was the dead of night the cold moon gave a faint light.
It's melancholy glance covered the trees they were bare and barren of leaves.
A scream of terror pierced the night my blood ran cold with fright.
Suddenly I awake from this dream knowing what I have seen.
For you were taken from my side so I hang my head and cry.
I pray to God in peace you will be and I pray the same for me.

JSergi


Details | Narrative | |

Peace Tonight

I sleep in peace tonight.
Hope that day will come.
When I find you underneath the 
Sun.
Waiting for me and a life that never 
stops.
For Eternal love will always be 
there.
And you will know that I care no 
matter the troubles.
That even If death were to come, it 
be with us a couple.
I sleep in peace tonight.
Hoping my family loves, and so do 
my friends.
And that God may forgive for all my 
sins.
Because when I am gone, let there 
be not a tear shed.
But a laugh of remorse, and that you 
treed lightly.
For I will sleep in peace tonight.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Freedom Uprise

We will not ride alone on this momentous journey. 
We will ride gathering our numbers, from the great mountains. 
We will travel to the valley of rivers, towards the great ocean.
For we have a great army.

Those who enslaved us with their power, stand on the top of the hill.
They stare down over the army below.
An army of vengeance we have gathered.
We will ride to the battle field at the great buildings.

Our intent is to wage war.
Fear will not take us.
You are weak supremacy, you will die by the sword. 
You will die by the hand of my fellow warriors.

This is war.
Blood will be spilt. 
Men will draw their last breaths as they fall back onto mother earth.
Mother Earth will soak up the spilled blood of our brothers and sisters.


We will be fierce and haste not.
We the suppressed will not retreat.
We the people will rise, with swords and fists. 
We are ready to die for what is equitably ours.

This is not an illusion. 
The fight against the money mongers, the powers that be.
Those that hold the power, will feel our angry wrath.
None will go unscathed.

We will watch the blood spill in and about the great buildings. 
Down the concrete stairs it will flow, rich, deep cherry red. 
Into the green of the grass, it flows.
Fear will choke your breath.

Reflections of your past, rushing before you. 
Thoughts of the dead, invade your mind.
Hollow is the cry of war, as we charge ahead to fight the battle.
To take the final stand, to give it our all.

Justice will reign by the sword and the all mighty hand.
Judgement day has arrived with this great army gathered beside us.
We will ride, steadfast into the fray.
Make no mistake this day will come upon the powers that be.


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 | Rhyme | |

MY SWEET PRINCESS

Little girls dream of a handsome prince, a knight in shining armor to sweep her off her feet and take her away. 

Her knight slays dragons in her dear name and holds his precious baby ever so gently as days pass away. 

Girls become women and dreams fade away. 

 My sweet princess dreamed the dreams that little girls dream in heavenly bliss as she passed away. 
 
  


 








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 | Sestina | |

cursed to exhale

If i could exhale, really exhale,
To expire the rubble of the ages, 
1000 years of dread off my belly,
and my fingertips once so dainty
then could grasp stars and not burn,
 I dig my face into the dirt and find eternity.

i gazed into the jackals eyes and he spoke to me from eternity
he said "follow closely so that i might teach you to exhale
and maybe dear in return a smile upon your face will burn"
an expression lost on my brittle jaw for ages
so i walk upon the crust of the earth now bruised and dainty
yet i feel growth between my toes and swelling in my belly

woe does bewilderment plague me here, tearing up my belly
then a soft green garden snake cradles me into eternity,
i watch her curl and dance across the soil of this dainty
room, she looks back from her slither reminding me to exhale,
have i been lost for all these ages?
or have i simply been afraid to burn?

and thus so is it my place to burn?
for i feel welcomed and smooth yet i have poison in my belly
and tomorrow i will remember the pain of the ages
may i retain the knowledge of eternity
or become bodily again when i exhale?
or have no question that my thoughts and ideas are dainty

i have visions of my presence siting crossed and dainty
breathing barley and quiet as i burn
surrounded by a castle of tones that bring me to exhale
into the mouth of god and back into my belly
i feel my self escaping and gasping for eternity
coming back down to the end of my ages

i could sit and cry for the death of the ages 
but this life i despise growing and rooting, dainty
yes, paltry no, and tattering for the rest of my eternity
yet i recall the jackal and his feet where the earth does burn
and i miss the poison in my belly
it not escapes me, but it crusades me to exhale.

before and after the ages, the world will burn and my body will lie dainty 
on the ground filling her great belly with the poison of eternity cursed to exhale.


Details | Epic | |

Dry your tears

With a ragged bag and a sack, I am leaving you to chase a dream…
Dry your tears, my dear; no more wail. No more songs of grief,
No more tired bones and tired soul. Just dry your tears.
How mother died awhile ago and father stayed, and made us howl
Like ghastly wolf, a creature of the night. The food we scrounged on
The floor, when your tummy cried… my eyes cried.
But dry your tears little one… just dry your tears, 
I have words in a bag, a dream in a sack. I have stories and novels
Poems and tears. Remember the sweater I gave you, when even fury dogs
Would freeze? I lied when I said ‘I felt heat, I just ate or I just smiled – you missed it.’
Close your eyes, and do not stare at my back, not tattoos, just
Scars on my back, disfigurements I wear. 
But dry your tears little one… just dry your tears.
Hold on! Even when wolves are circling, knaves are preying 
And God is loping deaf. There are stars and there are blooms that
Even we shall see. Just dry your tears my little one… just dry your tears. 


Details | Elegy | |

Fantine's Fallacy

Life killed the dream that she dared to dream.
Life gave her change,
And Change killed our poor Fantine.

Dark days,
Long nights,
Cold sweat,
Firm hands,
Callous Cackles,
Tooth ache,
Swollen Sores,
Heartbreak.

Between Life and Death was the only choice,
She prayed that death would strike her by surprise.
If not for her prize,
The fruit of her womb.

Whilst working till she gasped her last breath,
It seemed she lamented her life away.
What had she left after such mistreatment?
Destroyed pride,
And if trust were left in the farthest corner of her soul,
It was to be in man?
Man who drove her to insanity.
Or A Man, a Man with enough pity? 

If not for mistakes, we could live our dreams,
Watch them morph into realities,
And into little perfect stories, 
With flowers, sunshine and happy endings…

But in the midst of wars,
Spiritually, emotionally and amongst humanity,
The brothers are weak,
Whilst the enemy gains strength…
Hope appears to be dead?

The truth is, 
What kept my Lady,
Kept her going for as long as she did,
Was the strength from one greater,
The One that knew her hearts desires,
The One who heard her deepest fears, 
The One who daily dried her tears,
The One who took her home to rest.


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.


Details | Narrative | |

My Story Telling Can You Trust Me

Gun fire all around, bombs going off in the distance
It was some of the angry mobs and resistance
Father was the king of SafeHaven a small kingdom
Like all other kingdoms it fell in random
Fire started in the castle
And along with it came a battle

It was a distance memory now because the child has now grew
Many things in this child that made memories stew
My name is Mastrey, a young orphan who was there that night
Mastrey saw her in the distance and her father and mother in his sight
Everyone was loud that night and made all the children hide
But that evening Mastrey saw her mother and father die

She ran into the bushes in such a fright
And evil doers were running around with flashlights
Mastrey remember it as he distracted them 
Her eyes was so confused with problems
Mastrey new that it was because of what just occurred
His feelings of what those people did was not awkward

The distraction worked, he went back to were she was
Hiding and very scared she was, he asked her, can you trust me just because?
Her answer that night depended on her lively hood
As Mastrey was their with his hand reaching out to her as he stood
Pulling her up from the ground he looked into her eyes that were SeaBlue
Mastrey had made a life long friend and love, She knew it was true

Next: My Story Telling,  Who is this Princess


Details | Pantoum | |

In Her Teen

We know her future could be bright
If not for death that snatched her dream
She was the queen among her mates
The few she left here said it all

If not for death that snatched her dream
While on earth she nurtured the best
The few she left here said it all
A jewel worth many to pens

While on earth she nurtured the best
She was the queen of her mates
The few she left here said it all
We know her future could be bright


Details | Free verse | |

'my nightmare'



I walked around for hours
hoping it was a dream 
that my life will go back to normal 
as soon as I open my eyes

I could feel them looking at me
with pity on their faces

damn don't they know I don't need it 
it is just a dream 
can't they see the smog?

Vision so hazy it can only be a dream 

the maze just has no ending 
I need to get away 
away from all the shadows 
away from yesterday 

what is that thing about
if you wish hard enough 
it will come true 

I wonder if I wish to start things over
will she still be next to me?

I still see her face
all cut up 
guess it's not a dream 
I can see it all so clear

damn I wish I took her with the car 
that day 
instead of her going by train

please God, please 
can we go back? 
can we go back to yesterday? 

When her laughter made me laugh 
when her touch made me feel all warm inside
with just a simple touch I knew that I was home

damn I wish this was a dream 
that she could walk through our front door.. 

Our house no longer a home 
just an empty space 
her footsteps has gone quiet 

they say it will get easier
when,  please tell me when?

this aching need to have her close by - 

 will be a distant dream

I’m tired, 
so very tired
of putting up a brave face 
when I know she's watching me 
just crumbling away

damn I wish this was a dream 
and she would wake me up 

with the words - 

"Honey, 
 I brought you, your morning cuppa"


280820110000

*I initially wrote this from a guy's
perspective for a contest which required 
us to use a pseudonym :)* 

Written by Wilma Neels


Details | Rhyme | |

4 - Messenger from the Dead

Alas there is no more confusion,
finally found my last conclusion.
Expect me as if Jesus will return,
from a ghost to a realm of concern.

Your dreams are portals like doors,
welcoming spirits into hasten wars.
Leaving the thoughts without trust,
keeping your fears in much disgust.

And though you sought no consequence,
deeds that confirm a wicked malevolence.
Awaiting in your nightmare of screams,
enjoy what is left amongst your dreams.


Details | Personification | |

life- Chapters

When a baby take birth in this synthetic world
The joyness of parents on peak happiest moment in world
After the passing time a baby get admired and enjoyness in all peak
Everyone in the worls who knows him love him care him on the peak

Time is passing chapters are now going to opened
With the youngness stress is started it may little home worked
Now the time to make baby to a young one in the world
Situation going to be reversed everyone aspected dreaming from him

Now the baby who give happiness to world is now symbol of sadness
Now the to fall in love searcing for that someone who care for him.
Finally foung his own love by someone
Now again the happiness is on peak

Chapter of happiness get closed with the time
Broken trust feeling emotion care and all such type of word
The word alone is best friend for him
Now the hates the everything even ownself

Feeling finished care finished aloneness get to admired
Life is now worst for him and the frustation take him to the heaven
Lifes chapeters continued how much happiness and how more much sadness
It all the thing get finished at the end of the boy in the world


Avnesh yadav


Details | Rhyme | |

Dialogue of Souls


Best of friends, for countless years,
we had the best of times.
Now as my eyes are filled with tears,
your soul to Heaven climbs.
The path we take, not always clear,
I feel so lost without you here.
Your last words, prophetic now,
“I’ll be home soon”- you knew somehow.
You left me here, I’m so alone,
but I dreamed Heaven had a phone.
We talked all night, you fell asleep,
I held the line to hear you breathe…  

 

   Copyright © 2013


Details | Ballad | |

When The Wolf Cies

 When The Wolf Cries 
The wolf cries out to the great chief in loneliness, pain and sorrow/ Not because his pack is hungry but because his people are hungry/ He cries because he smells defeat and anguish among his own/ He hears their life, their death and he hears their dreams…….
 The wolf cries out to what seems like nothingness for some thingness/ He cries not because his pack is changing but because his people are changing/ He sees very few cultural leaders left if anymore left and many more young lost souls that continue to follow/ He cries because his very own pack has divided themselves among their own culture and very own way of life…….
 He cries not because his people are now living but because his very own culture is dying/ So he cries out for a leader to step up above all obstacles and bring back the dream of the buffalo so that it may roam again in our minds and our young hearts again/ He yearns for the dream of not one but many leaders to walk up our own staff’s high altitude to humbleness and gratitude/
 He cries because he can see that we are killing each other but more important is ourselves/The eagle seems to be caged and our warriors of many become imprisoned from death and self-destruction which can seem like the end of the trail/ But the day is coming when he will see a young modern day chief walk that less traveled path so that once again his people and their very own dreams on eagle wings fly when the WOLF WILL TRULY CRY……..


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Questioning Life

Forget! Regret not, for it all has intention...
To attempt comprehension leads to double block wall.
In searching your question, much more loss is gotten, 
Confusion, dismay a deeper dug hole.
Infinitely seeking you strive for some meaning, 
the truth is quite simple you are not sole at all! 
Infusion connection the union eternal, 
Is easy to grasp when knowledge of whole,
is truly encountered from deep within query
The meaning the truth the love of it all...
Once trouble & strife and struggle are missing,
The clear light of being shows beauty once more.
Accept what is given agree to the treaty.
Fight not with your fears, and answer your call.
Find substance in living, step over delusions. 
Regardless of meaning, life’s radiance will soar.
So use this awareness these words and this practice,
Come forth tall and sturdy, head high and recall..
When sad and when empty in need of intention,
No doubts I plead! No need to explore!
Emotions you hold are sensed by your siblings,   
Your waves of sensation your truth and your soul... 
Are parts of us all, we are all together we are all but one!
In oneness we’re whole! 


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 | Prose | |

Just Jump - Frankenstein's Grand Finale - End of the Dear Frankenstein Saga

What happens when your only way out is so final, yet so beautiful?
When the only one you've got is your captor, your abuser?
When your chance at a legitimate escape is too far away, when you’ve just got to get away now?

 

I’ll tell you what happens:
You get a little crazy, a little careless.
You can’t remember all of the people who care for you, the ones who would miss you.
You get selfish.

 

You can’t see what causes it, so you can’t fix it… this dysfunction.
You know you can’t just change it, because you’re not the only one involved.

 

So… You run.
The first chance you get, you run.
But there’s no where to go.
You know they’ll come.
You know they’ll find you.
So, you run.
Just until you find a beautiful space.
It’s so beautiful, it might already be heaven.
You’ll find out soon.

 

It’s a beautiful cliff.
Maybe they’ll think you fell.
It doesn't matter.
Don’t leave a note;
Let them think what they will.

 

Jump.
Now’s your chance.
Hear them coming?
They’re closing in.
Quick!
Before they catch you.

 

This is your last chance to escape.
Jump.
It won’t hurt once you've hit the bottom.
It can’t be any worse than everyday.

 

Do it now,
Before there’s anymore pain.
Don’t start thinking.
They’ll get over you.
Move on without you.

 

Jump.
Before it’s too late again.
Just jump.
Nothing will ever hurt again.

 

Quick!
Do it quick!
Jump.
… Just Jump.

 

*This is the end of a tortured life.*

 

Turns out…

The bad guys win.

 …………


Details | Rhyme | |

Goodnight

Is life worth a try?
Would I be living a lie?
If I smile, would it break?
If I laugh, would it be fake?
I see the tears from the sky and me
See how self doubting I can be
The feeling of damp grass
The moment that's bound to last
The ways I could wash away
All the people who have gone astray 
Is it me to blame?
When can my feelings be tame?
Why is this world so dark?
When can I actually make a mark?
The tears all fall down
Ive been given a permanent frown 
Standing out is not a choice
Cant risk screaming with my voice
The sky is now dark blue
How many insults were true?
I wish I could be pure
They all hate me, I'm sure 
All eyes watch me every move
So much that i want to prove
why do i still put up a fight?
Why shouldn't i just say goodnight?
i don't have anyone to miss
could death give me a dark ending kiss?
Is there a reason for me to be here?
I all i can feel is numbing fear
I just want to feel the sun shine
To feel happiness throughout my spine
But that is just a dream
That will float away with my desperate scream
Help is the word i always say
I ask for it everyday
And what do i get?
I pile full of regret
I think it's time
To end my faith, my suffering, my rhyme


Details | Free verse | |

Work

Work.
Toil.
The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
Corn. 
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
Work. 
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.


©Demand4poetry
21 February 2013


Details | Ballad | |

Be careful what you wish for

Now here is the story of a restless young man
Who dreamed of fighting in South Vietnam.
He’d learned about war in the comics he’d read
And he knew in his heart that for this he’d been bred.
As soon as it came up, the lads eighteenth year
He went off to enlist for an army career.

He saw some old major and he sat for some tests
Then the  shrink and the doctor saw him with the rest
Of those gallant young fellows that wanted to fight
And give to their country the force of their might.
When all this was over it was late in the day
So feeling elated he for home made his way.

About two weeks later a letter arrived
And reading it’s message his spirits raised high.
For he’d been accepted a soldier he’d be
And the feel of the message did fill him with glee.
He had to front up in a couple of days
And then for Kapooka he’d be on his way.

Ten weeks in Kapooka it taught him a lot
He learned to make war and leave bodies to rot.
He was taugh how all commies just murdered and lied
And that he and his country had God on their side.
And that no sacrifice could be too great to make
And it’s an honour to die for a great country’s sake.

His training all over he joined a Platoon
He’d made Infanteer he’d be fighting soon.
It was off to corp training to learn even more
About all of the goodies that go with a war.
He kept seeing his image all tough, mean and strong
For he was a fighter and this was his song.

It was just eight months later that his posting came through
He was off to the jungles, his dream had come true.
Well his plane soon arrived at that sad Nui Dat
Where he first heard the guns as their missiles they spat.
He was fearful at first but he soon became calm
These guns were on his side they’d do him no harm

A month or two later he’s out on patrol
As tail end Charley He’s playing the role
They were deep in the scrub with peace all around
 Then the air came alive with this terrible sound.
He felt himself falling “Lord is this a dream”
He asked as he heard he his God awful scream.

He lay there not hurting but sensing the worst
As he felt all around where his stomach had burst.
Where once it was firm gaped a warn sticky hole
It seemed that again war had taken it’s toll.
It seemed like a nightmare, a terrible dream
As the medic assured him that it weren’t like it seemed.

He sensed the black silence and quickened with fear
For man stands alone when his end it be clear. 
Then something within him gave way to great peace
As his wisdom did whisper that all things must cease.
Then the great mother came, took him gently away
From that place of man’s anger where a body did lay.

A true story of a friend of mine who died in Vietnam written in 1975....Peter


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Lucid Dream

Look upon city once known by name,
ruins that I called home, streets swallowed by flame,
in time alive shell not witness less of what should you understand,
reach on to hand of a stranger, scroll remain;
in signs that might be changing welcome,
different of a man.

When dawn awakes and there is no light,
upon dusk of man darkness will be spread by sight,
in time not different change will arise, life we thought you knew,
death would recognize.

Hearts will bound to King without a Crown,
why do mothers shed tears, echo rooted in the ground,
is there reason of a foolish wars, contracts written in blood,
new born babies died breathless, can't even appreciate the Sun,
don't deserve to live, not worth of the land,
existence will be scattered in ashes,
you will be remembered
by name.


Details | I do not know? | |

Brown m and m's in a brandy glass

Twice wronged by false ideas of a hero who doesn't save
A man who is synthetic for a poor fools mislead hope
How can you follow the convicted with a smile
To twice have the dreams snatched by his will
Tears like acid melting my heart away
How soon they are to forget past disasters
Like a wound in my soul its always going to stay

I need to sleep
But I only dream of unseen faces
Melancholy smiles
Mental plagues and internal trials
If your cross to bear is ignorance
Then this lack of life will become mine

Another diet of colourful pills and bleak skies
Slow burned before the feeling seeped inside
When I try to remember the life I left behind
I find the memories are dissolving while my emotions die
Head wounds and another book of excuses
So easy to identify the origin of another lie
I need a pill to suppress my urge to live in vain
I need a quick solution to destroy my ongoing pain

I need to sleep
But I only dream of unseen faces
Melancholy smiles
Mental plagues and internal trials
If your cross to bear is ignorance
Then this lack of life will become mine

In my arms there wont ever be a weight
Nothing to call my possession
Smiles with that which I call my own
Burdened by seeing others tears 
In the night of the cold moonlight
Laughter so quiet to revalidate my state of mind
I've been here before my memories so quick to remind me
But they've been gone too long to give an answer to get me by

I need to sleep
But all I see are unseen faces
Melancholy smiles
Mental plagues and internal trials
If your cross to bear is ignorance
Then this lack of life will become mine


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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 .....


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Inevitable Bear

Oh lonely Inevitable Bear,
Padding claws, death in white
Sorrow in recurring nightmare
Instinct’s test; fight or flight?

Camouflage against the fence,
A challenge; my subconscious fear
Ominous slowly moving silence,
“Let me in, there’s a bear out here!”


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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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Over The Bridge

It is here I am safe
It is here that I know
but over the bridge 
Is where I must go

The bridge that gives passage
over quick muddy water
though why I say that
I don't know why I bother

over the bridge 
is a tall oak tree
and standing beneath it
is someone waving at me

crossing the bridge 
I see a man standing there
with paint splatered pants
and a head of white hair

looking closer I see 
exactly who's there
I see it's my papa
and I can't help but stare

I run right toward him 
and give him a hug
I ask how he got here
his response is a shrug

it's then I remember 
the fact that he'd died
it's then I remember
the tears that i'd cried

I ask how it felt
when he had died
he then looks at me 
and he promptly replied

he calmed all my fears
about what lies boyond
then he looks up 
because the suns almost gone

he says I must go
before the sun sets
but I don't want to leave
I'm not quite ready yet

he gives me a hug 
before I go
then tells me I can't share
the things I now know

I give a quick nod 
looking up at the sky
I don't understand
but I don't have time to ask why

turning around 
I try not to cry
I just cross the bridge 
when the sun leaves the sky

I turn back to look
one last time at the tree
but my papa is gone
as was meant to be



 


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A Shell of a POET

I am the shell of a POET, who's Soul now lives in Eternity
He left me with his past: his sorrows and agonizing Memories
I am ,but a dead man living in the shell of his conscience
Striving to be the light on a Starless Moonless, stroll to loneliness
Where the painful cries of silence, explode through-out my brain
Where the blinding shadows, web the skies, and life is "Forever Midnight
There is no Dawn, no Sunrise, no Sunsets, in the ebony sea of despair

 To be Continued; It took me 2 weeks to write this. it will take me a week
to Write part 2. I will try to write 2-3 comments a week, unless Phillip 
is here. I wait at the Gate of Heaven to meet YOU. ALWAYS and FOREVER
YOUR Liege...HG


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Beyond the Frontier

Where am I? Why is it dark?
This isn’t what I had in mind when I left the park…
Why isn’t the wind whispering…the songbirds singing?
All I remember is a telephone ringing…
A scream and a crash and a pain in my side…
Is this what happens after one’s died?
I don’t feel like myself, I feel wild and free,
Yet I’m cold and alone, 'stead of filled with glee.

My whole life I’ve studied, and pondered, and prayed,
Trying to fathom what would happen this day
But now that it’s here, I’m beginning to fear
Maybe the afterlife’s not what it appears…
It’s certainly not what I’ve been told by my preacher
Or my parents or brother or best friend or teacher…
Is it a bad thing, or is it good?
Maybe it’s just not quite understood...

While I was on Earth, I just couldn’t wait
To meet good St. Peter at the heavenly gate
And ask him a question or query or two
“What was my purpose?” “What good did I do?”
“What’s it all for?” “How does it all flow?”
“Can I have one more body, one more try, one more go?”
But where is the angel? Where is the gate? And
If this is Hell, then where is Ol’ Satan?
Am I a lost soul? Am I forgotten?
Am I to be left here until I am rotten?

Lo and behold! what, now, can this be?
Is this a wonderful spiritual epiphany?
Is this the magical feeling all souls receive
When they leave Earth? Oh! was I that naïve?
How could I have not seen the realism?
Why was I consumed in man-made idealism?
This is more wondrous than all I was taught
Oh, all the times I argued and fought
With others, ‘bout how their views were asinine
Now I see, theirs were just as wrong as mine!
Little I thought was actually correct!
How, why, did I let others petty beliefs infect
My untouched, my pure, my virgin mind?
I regret all the hours I self-tortured to find
That compared to what I see now, I was empty and blind…

Wait - - What is this that I see?
What is this gateway that is revealed unto me?

Now a door is opened to my immortal soul
I am expected now to enter my life’s final goal…
I am scared, intimidated, but still I am glad…
For the truth I have just seen is anything but bad.
This is the end of my journey, I’ve nothing to fear,
For now I am going Beyond the Frontier.


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Angel in Hell

Sorrow chokes sanity
in the brimstone fumes of Hell
that consumes all but memory
plastered against the walls of his cell.

My mind can't comprehend...
Perhaps he did wrong
or mercy he did not lend,
but here resides the angel of song.

His wings are torn,
tattered like his serenity
when he fell into heat's scorn.
Once he was beauty's epiphany.

The shofar's sound dwindled
to let screams take stage.
The music he once kindled
turned against him in bloody rage.

Yet he will rise once more.
The fallen creature in his cell
and will play a new music's score
telling of the angel in Hell.


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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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A missive from the damned to whoever have a little time to spend with this nonsense - Page 1

And so, I have made up my mind, once more.
I have decided to depart, to bid this husk farewell.
In order to do that, I must save coins if I desire to save myself.
For with it, I will be able to buy my ticket out here to a more blessed realm or the eternal void. Either way, I will be winning.
I mustn't, any longer, feel the starvation of affection and no more I shall be fed by the crumbs of fleeting joy they toss at me.

Thoughts of finishing are always in my mind, flooding it, making hard to go day by day, making hard to sleep, to have hope.
I fail to see where the hope is, I like to think that it can be find inside of one's heart.
But even so, I think I am mistaken, and when I glance at myself in the mirror, I quickly lose any spark of what could-be hope.

With the aid of the metallic sling, I shall leave this husf behind, heavy with its sins and sorrows, to no more nourish hatred.
For it does only to hinder my advance towards elevation.
With my metallic sling, I shall pierce, first, my heart, where lies the sorrow, then, my mind, where resides the sins.
Whilst the life in me start to wane, regrets I will not have, when my consciousness fade, my spirit will be no longer be trapped inside this imperfect cage of flesh.
Being free, my spirit shall roam far and beyond to, before, unseen places by men, to  untouched places by men.

Another day,someone inquired me "Are you happy now?" and for that I just said "Yes". How else could I have responded if not with a lie?
How could I tell them that I yearn for a premature closure in order to stop thinking and feeling but I also yearn for love.
"I am not absolutely happy, as per say, but I do suffer less when I am asleep" I could never say that to anyone...


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A Dream





A bit of solitude she thought
Just to rest her eyes a moment
Then into the depths she slipped
Sleep as if  from heaven sent

Pale beauty slept the time away
Not a sound or movement made
When the bells of evening call
The blossom picked began to fade

Repose as gentle as the night
Though still bloomed a bit of day 
Her last breath just a gentle sigh
And quietly she slipped away



5/17/14  For the Dream contest


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Who Is That Man

The mysterious night tiptoed silently and abducted me from my bed
I saw a  dispirited district somewhere in town staring blindly at its
hopeless inhabitants whose passion lay motionless in ruins 
lamenting the vengeance for its heinous sins.

Tears wash the dusty roads evaporating quickly into clouds
Morning dew rise and fall evoking the smell of death 
spilling shadows all around  mimicking ghastly sounds.
 
A slightly grey hair man wearing a dark blue jump suit  walked through
the back door with a group of anxious people rambling behind him.
He stepped boldly on a scaffold raised above the ground that was attached
to a  giant tree in the center of the little town and  courageously
uttered a few words to the anticipated crowd.

There was something unusual about him, he  was quite composed but 
appeared to be locked up somewhere and has made his first appearance in many years.I arranged a meeting  to dine at the movie theater, to know some more about him but I got carried away with the excitement of the woeful day.

I  surveyed the  ravaged town and found astounding  maze all around shabby buildings partitioned by tattered fences separating landowners from home owners
Forthwith a woman appeared and led me into an uninhibited building
A gigantic rusty door automatically opens in front of me and thrust me inside.
I walked  on the cracked dirt ground and gazed at  the iron post supporting the abandon building's weight.

My curiosity canvassed me into the maze around the town
Despondent folks emerged from shabby zinc fences and greeted me one by one
Eyes of desperation reached out  to me passionately while faces of mercy's cry out loudly. 

My feet thread upon dirt roads that separated their tightly knitted homes
and I met  another group of people that was waiting on the other side
With cheers and smiles longings and pride they were honored to join me for tea.

The  restless nights continues to unearth  its mysteries
It took me  me to an office in the city and a group of people
waited for hours hoping that I could solve their miseries.

I sat  at a round table and glance briefly at my notes,but did not know where to begin.Someone brought me a stack of money, I pulled out some notes counted it 
and gave it to a man who was standing in line. I put the rest in a big book and closed it.

I walked patiently to another desk in the same office and another person
 handed me the check book. I wrote a check and gave the woman that was waiting.

A young girl pressed through the crowd and stood beside me
she wrote a Russian name on a paper and told me to call her
While I was trying to pronounce the name someone
spilled water on the paper and tried to erase it.

The night brought me back to the scaffold near the tree
And the figure of a white woman appeared at the top the tree
She sat on a board attached to the tree with leg crossed in lotus position 
She clasped her and  stared intensely  at the universe.

The night took me quietly back to my bed.
 I woke up suddenly and wept bitterly.


                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 ©2014 Christine Phillips


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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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Oh Captain My Captain

Light the way
for the thundering seas
and quivering winds will
not stop us     nay
only to make the stronger even more
so

so
take your place at the front
as you lead the few brave
amongst us.
Dead be it not, nor sin be it death
for I know not to forget
Teach the more of tomorrow
lost at sea
Take them aboard the ship of the land of few
Oh Captain my Captain
so much
so few
to stay true
Oh Captain my Captain
Lead on
So these virgins that make much of time.
They gather thine rosebuds
Even whilst they may
Teach on my Captain.
So these  few believers, still dare be bold and be true
These few poets, sucking the marrows of life, still seize the day
So thank you my Captain
So few of us make it to live, just to die, knowing
they never lived.


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Cancer

I can't believe I haven't posted this one. I wrote it last year, can't remember the exact date. Anyhow it's a song. ---------------- You know this world is cancer Without these prayers being answered It's been too long a ponder We wonder We wander Far from here Lost in fear Can you see them fall? You lose one you lose them all She's seen the cruel hearts of stone She's seen the cancer we've become So lost in worry we just fall down Underground we burn Till the last one's sure Can you see me fall? You lose one you lose them all Cut me out of this body! Cut me out of everybody! Grind me into little pieces! Tell them that I'm the reason- You know this world is cancer Without these prayers being answered It's been too long a ponder We wonder We wander Far from here Lost in fear Can you see me fall? You lose one you lose them all You lose one you lose. . . Them all


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In your memory

Thank you for the beautiful memory
you left on my mind
you are not dead
 but you are not here,

to me you are gone,
cos i cant feel you the way i used to,
everything you used to do are left untouched
the space you ocupied is empty,

our yesterday is fading away like the rainbow
so beautiful but so short,
how can i forget the endless yesterday?
when you are here with me.


in loving memory of my sister (you are not an angel but you did what an angel can do,you fly to heaven.)


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The Inner City

I woke up early this morning contemplating, 
pondering over the meaning of this dream, 
Dreams that take me to mountains and valleys
Dreams that lands me into big cities,
Cheerful dreams ,troubling dreams
Dreams with no fitting answer  
to this mysterious and  perpeteous riddle of life.

My quest for deeper truth has outgrown the
the knowledge of my youth and the gift of
enlightenment suddenly appears and has 
taken me to higher spheres far beyond 
man-made knowledge, exuberant  mysteries,
numerous victories,and often times overwhelming
burden forcing me  to cry woeful tears.

This night my spirit wanders  peacefully in a
dilapidated shopping area in the inner city
It must have ben earlier than seven o' clock in the morning
when I approached a kiosk with its shabby architecture 
hinged in dismay among the rest of shops
The tranquil morning stripped of all its beauty  
walking upon  corridors of hope in the face of despair. 

I walked up to the wooden counter with its cheap 
merchandize positioned all around and called aloud.
A man whose hidden features remained obscured 
Whose secrecy seemed to be buried way beyond 
the deep appeared at the counter and said, 
"I am opened, all the other shops are closed." 

I ordered eggs and he broke the eggs and 
pour them upon a white plate,bright yellow yoke
stared at me as if a story was embedded them.
I told him that I wanted whole eggs and he handed me 
a dozen eggs in a carton instead. 

As I stepped outside  an unknown presence  told me
that a man who has been  locked up for twenty years was released 
and I should go and talk to him.Suddenly I found myself in 
the company of that man and his wife but I could not see his face.
He  took me to  the bushes near his house and retold the entire story
And this was what he said to me.

"I cannot forgive myself for what happened, it was an accident,"
he said tearfully; "my daughter was playing at this very spot  
when she fell into the pit,she was only three years old
It was an accident." he repeated in a convincing tone.

While  he was telling the story I saw another image of him
at the same spot holding  the child by the feet with head down 
over the pit. This frightening image propelled me out of my sleep.
What we know is that  the sun rises in the east and rests in the west
The sun shines upon good and evil, may her precious soul rest in peace.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             ©2014 Christine Phillips


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Last Sonnet



Hither I stand, at crossroads,
And then I gaze, at the yonder end-
The vague horizon from where I began;
And all that I may ever deem
Is that- my days
Have been a waken dream.

Hither I stand, at the edge of my dream;
Then I wonder, at the depth of my trance-
An adventurous journey through the wondrous woods;
An idyllic stroll through the vicissitudinous meadow;
And from the final station as I depart,
All that I can ever say, is that
Perpetuation has been a rouge
Of fleeting phases of my life.


Suyash Saxena 
St. Stephen’s College.


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Final Plea

Inspired by the untimely deaths of young people I knew. RIP


In a dream, tonight would be my last

and I demanded to talk to God.

Of all the things I've gotten past,

to go now seemed so odd.

"You've taken all my friends you see

and now you want me, too?

Unlike one who pretends to be

I've always honored you."

Those sinners who outlive me still,

all I have to ask is how?

It mad me question His very will.

Why take a good man now?

But God just sat and let me rave

on and on about my worth

and why I didn't need a grave,

but rather eternity here on earth.

Pride let my voice be rather loud.

He never said a word.

I told of deeds that made me proud

and good things that I'd heard.

And when I tired He simply said,

"No doubt your life's been good.

But many younger are now dead

and their legacy simply would

be the song that is never sung,

no children call them dad.

for they came to me so very young

and left the world confused and sad.

Yet now your time has come as well

and selfish thoughts are all I hear?

Your life was full and I can tell

it's really death you fear.

Just remember that you have no choice,

for you all will one day die.

Be strong and with a humble voice

tell loved ones they can cry."

And in that moment I knew a peace,

and I felt a tear well up inside.

That most feared was now the least

as my selfish motives died.


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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


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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-


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Introduction

hello my friend, stranger walk by,
borrow a moment, spare me your lie,
through pen of the narrow and mist of an eye,
below absolute zero, someone will die;
sentence to rambler, apple hereby,
flute of the meadow, mandrake will cry,
in front of the riddler second might try,
get out of here mortal,
exit near by-e.

angry as he strike out his pen,
get out of here demon, get out of this den,
in thousands of years how long has it been,
when scriptures wear sandals;
on meadow you land, many bear seasons,
stakes shall bend, lantern still burning,
your letter is send.


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To live, flightless birds

A single branch, clawed and pecked, fickle and straining,
Lonely Nestling and father, paw and peck at their home
Lonely branch, spasms in the wind
Nestling and father paw and peck, yearn and whimper
These Flightless Birds, on a fickle branch

Young nestling skitters to the branch’s edge
Peers over on to sightless depths
Shivers, ruffles withered feathers
Spreads tousled wings
And loosens fast aging down
Stretches till overgrown talons graze the edge
Like endless days before, Craning aching neck 
Eyes devouring the scene with a famished hunger-
And whimpers
Turns to father and warbles in longing,
A sight that speaks of flight
Dreams of swimming amidst the clouds
To leave
-slightest breeze carries words...   
to live

The father, neck cramped, tilted, eyes swivelling to and fro
Cooing and cawing, talons pawing
A slight breeze, decrepit feathers hauled away in swarms
A forlorn sight that reeks of abandoned dreams 

Warbling, cooing and cawing, pleading and pawing
Pecking in apprehension, neck swivelling to and fro in exasperation
“To leave father! To stretch my wings
Lift from them the smell of rot and loss
To fly father”

“To fall! To fall, and to die!”

-Wind whispers,
To fall, to soar, and to live
Nestling shuffles to the edge, 
Settles down amidst aching joints and a teetering ledge
Peers down onto sightless depths
-they bellow to him
To fall, to fly, to Die!
Fall and flutter amidst a shower of feathers
Cramping wings crooked and futile
To swirl into freedom carried by the stench of inevitability
To fall, to fly, to die
Little Nestling whimpers, nothing so glorious about death
nothing so glorious without flight...

Whimpers, shuffles forward, talons pricking oblivion
Ruffles feathers, settles down
Nestling wavers, branch bending
Rotting down tickles his beak, claws dig deeper into branch
Eyes feasting on sightless depths
Endless fears...
They scream to him
To sit, to dream to fly...
To sit, to dream of revitalized wings
Stretching across the sky, an unveiling of freedom
The shattering of chains every morning, with a stretch of wings
The exercise of freedom
to sit and dream
to live

to sit at the edge of that tottering branch
creaking and bending under a restless and aging body
peering over into the sky, where fickle wings will not go
and with dreams, with dreams lift off this branch
and fly, where body cannot
and live


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In the Faraway

After that day
I hear about you
exclusively
in breaking dreams

they are like breaking news
for people
meant to be heard
only by me.
In Breaking Dreams
I hear you're living
in a stone tower
by the sea,

Alone, with nothing
lonely without us
yet in your world
lost and serene.

Cold in some cases
sad in others
the dreams support me
or get me drained.

In Breaking Dreams
you're reaching for me
After that day
you died on me.




A "romantic' (I think) poem by pyrgia
for Giorgio Veneto's contest "In the Faraway"


Details | Epic | |

The death of Syria

              
                    Slaughter in Syria by the pound
                  The rebels take their place under ground
                  Shell shocked children in a school of fire
                 Assad revels in his twisted desire.
                  The armies of the Bear unleash their goods
              Assad  taking his anger to the neighborhoods.
                 A world in sorrow a place of death
                   the people of Syria take their last breath.
                 The world is a stage in a tyrannical flood
                  the smell of death the rivers of blood.
                The flight from horror is a fanciful dream
                 for the people of Syria nights filled with screams.
                 The leaders of tomorrow should now take heed
                 for the rebel in the streets are a different breed.
                 They die for their country they die for what's right
                  they cry out for their freedom to the Heavenly light.
                 What will be the outcome in a future so bleak ?
                   for peace and love is all they seek .

                                                By Larry Hays  
                                                                                                 
                 
                 


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The powerful silvery stardust

On that starry night, as I sat on the open balcony Of my own pigeon home, so cosy I saw, mesmerization, O pure adoration How beautous was this great attraction! A blanket of stardust, a black one full of stars Faced with it, so trivial seemed my scars Life itself seemed so mysterious And so full of grace so imperious! As I watched with wonder, came running down my cheeks Those tears, seeking their way out of their creeks Merciful must be the high Lord None knew why he did create a world so haggard! Somewhere, thought I, must be an abode There, sing the fairies, an eternal ode While switching on and off the blinking lights Of life and death, such must be its sights! On that starry night, living seemed a must A travel from a forgotten place to an unknown one To live simply with the wills of just Shall someday give me the high stature of the great swan!
Name : Anoucheka Gangabissoon


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Good-Bye - Tears of Life

My last tears of life, I wipe from my eyes , and throw to the floor
My first tears of death, run down my cheek, for Eternity : Evermore

My last breath of life, I exhale, as the Darkness of Death  : envelopes my Soul
My first breath of death, where the flames of Hell make me FOREVER whole

              My last dream of life, is My first Dream of Death

                                             To Be Continue
     YOUR Liege ALWAYS and FOREVER, with LOVE…HG (Harry)


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Like A Sytematic Automatic Replay

This record player has a switch
Then there is the pitch and ditch


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 



Details | Imagism | |

Embrace

They ride the good dragon-cloud towards warm light
While wistful wind was a wrongdoer on the hollow hill
Wrapped woven from the wounds and wrath`s night, 
The wood will wear white woolly witness of the windmill.

Hoarfrost hitch-hikes and hoists with hoarse hood,
Drumming beat of hobble of the army`s fatal feet,
Far away from the glow-worms of their childhood;
Friends fumble the glassware where they might meet.

Falteringly frogs of fancy jump towards the lake’s glass; 
Orphan souls sit on the steps of hope in winter`s time
They scrutinize the frozen sky of hope to find the rhyme 
Of the verse from the other side they want to happily pass.


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Something good

The smell of coffee: hot and bitter in the cold winter night 
With the rhythm in the left hand and the rhyme in the right, 
He wrote a poem in his secret pocket,
A wistful star like a speedy rocket
Ready to leave this planet intense blue
In search of other traces of life anew.
He remembered after mother had died,
In the cold touch ,stalagmites and stalactites cried.
Father and son felt a strong taste for sweets.
As in the sunset, the blind boatman meets
With an awkward touch the water`s ring
But generally they needn`t to eat anything
For a while they rested an extraordinary team:
Father insistently (sometimes boring) told him
All his recollections:childhood,war and the rest…
All muscles and teeth pressed hot, like ice on the crest.
The son learnt them by heart, and later
He would retell them to father, even better…
One was on duty to wash the dishes;
The other tried to follow his wishes…

Their only joy was to read and read and read…
One had to cook at home ,and to bake the bread
In a bread factory:He was happy even when he was sad.
He could recognize each bread: All his loafs were bad.
He was like Chaplin in “New Times”.
He was speaking in figures and rhymes.  
He wore a monk beard and father was much more younger.
Looking through the window: grey hunger and anger …

At the weekend, he used to ask his father 
About the favourite meal, but rather
He would find a surprise the next day.
Each day was windy winter and grey…

Father had the same touching answer:”Something good”.
In the strange interference ,water and fire ,one was rude.
Solitude  was their common friend stealing in like a lizard,                                       
But, in the afternoon they played sweeping their courtyard.
They had leaves in autumn and snow in the winter.
The sky was grey without sun, the clouds were bitter.
Father was counting the leaves, in the old horizon
The son was painting the days ,in the cold horizon.


The war with the falling down leaves fighting hard 
With red faces like an inveterate drunkard .
And years after his father met his final hope,
The son would stop in front of  the sweets shop , 
Ready to buy recollections as Christmas tree sweets.


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Another Lamb

Golden wings with gossamer lace
Moonbeams shining from her face
Her soul is large. Her frame is frail
The time has come to lift her veil

She's spent her days in loving care
With nurse and staff and family there
But now another stands beside
He takes her hand and says, "Let's ride"

Forget the past. They'll do just fine
Your time has come to live divine
She stands on up. No ache, no pain
And smiles at her new found gain

Hand in hand they start to rise
Above the Earth. Above the skies
Time and space soon start to meld
Her only thought, the hand she held

They soon arrive at Heavens gate
The trumpets sound as they await
Another lamb into the fold
Just like the Bible stories told


Rockman  :-)


Details | I do not know? | |

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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Death

There is no introduction needed : I have met my Death Before
With Thunderstorm’s cloud colour  Eyes, With Skin : The Oil on the Shore
 Ebony hair, screaming in the Howling of the Wind : A Voice You  can’t Ignore
A Face the Colour of Midnight on a Moonless, Starless Night : Living : Nevermore

With Thunderstorm’s cloud colour  Eyes, With Skin :  the Oil on the Shore
Siren Voices, inhale the Soul into a Universe, a Void of Emptiness : Evermore 
Calling me to Open the deep, damp, dreary darkness of  Demons “Death Door” 
The Songs Sung, Alluring to a Blacken Heart, Psalms and Hymns, Forgotten  Folklore

Ebony hair, screaming in the Howling of the Wind : A Voice You can’t Ignore
Whispers the Eternal Death of Life : Hair strangling : Redemption Forevermore
As You  Dream of the Light of Life, I Live the Dream of DEATH, once More
Do I know, Of LOVE and LIFE : I think not : as a Lonely Eagle :  “  I SOAR “ 

A Face the colour of Midnight on a Moonless, Starless Night : Living Evermore
Can I escape  the desolation, the Black Hole of Eternity, Will I  Ever see  “ LENORE "
I am not Afraid of : “ YOU  “  “ DEATH “  You’re a Lion without a Mighty Roar
There is no introduction needed : I have met my Death Before


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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


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


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Butterflies

Whenever I think of you
I wonder what am I to do
Standing on the ledge
Leaning into the edge
Arms unfurl
Into another world
Falling for the ground
Soaring into the sound

I smile

A million butterflies
Wing me ever so high
Into a realm of dreams
Into a calm of extremes
A million butterflies
Floating through the skies
I speak your name
I keep your flame
A million butterflies
Lay me down by your side
Waving my arms in command
A million butterflies understand
They swirl and swoon away
Like diamonds in the sun's rays
I feel the softness of their breeze
It sets my heart at ease

I stare

I look into your eyes of stone
I see you here but am I alone
Pale and cold is your hand
Against the grander of wonderland
Where flowers tower towards the sky
Rainbows begin when unicorns cry
Jewels sparkle as pebbles on the beach
Everything you desire but out of reach
You shake your finger in my face
Your eyes inform me I'm out of place
My soul's light turns to shade
My spirit's flame softly fades
Tears of red my eyes shed
My heart empties from tears I bled
I feel your hands through my heart
My soul's light you turn dark
Kissing me tenderly upon my lips
Closing my eyes I feel the nip
Of millions of millions of butterflies
Millions of millions of butterflies
Lifting me into their sweep
They carry me upon my feet
Swirling twirling into the wind
Hurling me back to begin
Pressing my soul to the ledge
Pushing me from the edge
Pulling me back from end
Placing me within again

I see

Millions and millions of butterflies
Winging dark the day's sky
Millions and millions of butterflies
Fluttering fluttering waving bye
Between hello and goodbye
That is where memories lie
Fluttering fluttering waving bye
Millions of millions of butterflies
Into the gold of the sun
Melting for their time is done
Millions my millions of butterflies
I shed a tear accepting goodbye

Whenever I think of you
Whenever I think of you
I awake into a dream
I awake into a dream
From our first hello to our last goodbye
Butterflies


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Better Than Jesus

Explosions in the sky a fire in my mind starting out a broken spirit until returned, my wings, I fly and I find that I have no place to go when the desire has came and went and there is no secrets left to know I shall be the greatest teacher exponentially now I grow who wants to be my friend? I only accept good people for I have spent too much time observing dark and evil now I seek the light as I remember how to fly off I'll go to see the world with my soul mate, her and I I have not met her yet but I will know her when I see her by the feeling and the healing as if she could be the teacher and my heart is pounding celebrating life until I die when my friend, this world may end by explosions in the sky. -For Sandra


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Her Final Words

"No." She whispered before drowning into her sorrows.
Her life had been a simple happy one. 
There were no pains and no troubles.
Life was life and people were people.
Life was simple.
and life was all about tomorrows.
Life didn't know about sorrows.
Her sorrows.
Those same sorrows that she drowned in never existed. 
They were never there, but where?
First to be sad in the naive town of joy.
Sorrow became contagious and what was known as happiness no longer was there.
It was non-exististent. 
A meager thought 
and a blessed memory.
She tried and tried.
She failed and failed.
Life was no longer hers.
For Pain was her only possession.
Her curse.
She lived and she died.
Yet, her legacy was passed on.
Never was it gone.
"No." She whispered before drowning in her sorrows, 
"Save them."


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Three Dreams

As a child I had recurring dreams
Of Indians, death and gorilla themes.

The Indians rode on painted ponies,
So real they seemed, they couldn't be phonies.

Turned out they were real and scouts to boot,
My Dad was tapped out, ain't that a hoot!

The gorillas were loud and right outside,
I cried to Mom, I had to confide.

One morning she woke me and said "Listen up!"
My gorilla was only two bird dog pups!

But the worst of all was my dream of death,
I was dying or dead and couldn't catch breath!

Just how would I die and when would it be?
Turns out I'd have to wait years to see.

Mom said, "Never fear, for Jesus is here."
"Just pray to The Lord, and keep Jesus near."

Soon the dreams faded, gone from my life. 
Understanding my dreams, had lifted my strife.


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A Found - LOST - Dream

In a Void of Emptiness, I Found a Dream : that did not belong to Me
You may call it Curiosity,  but I decided “to Dream that  “LOST “, Dream
As my Eyelids became Heavy with Sorrow : A Fatal Accident I would See.
Let me figure this out : A Beloved Has been Taken by a Tear, so it seems

A Sibling, A Sister , A Friend, A Companion, A HEART of a HEART
A Memory : Living FOREVER; Thriving  on the TEARS of the Past
I did not Know YOU ; “Suzanne” but by Proxy, by YOUR Sisters’ Heart
I have someone very Dear, in Heaven: also “will YOU say Hello when You Pass
 Inspired by LOVE for SIBLINGS : Dedicated To ~ Constance ~ A Rambling POET~~

Author's  Note : If I am Wrong in the wording of this POEM, Constance, Pleease tell 
me and I will delete LOVE , ALWAYS and FOREVER YOUR Liege, with LOVE...HG 
(Harry)


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Memories Beyond The Door

Can it be? After all this time?
In my dream I float through a home.
Here, where I left my soul without a shrine in grime.
This corridor... my heart turns to stone.

My feet won't turn around
nor will they stop at my bid.
My mind conforms to chaos, yet my body is sound.
I seem to be in some monotonous state of allure so timid.

The darkness illuminates the sorrow
of the disintegration I threw away, in vain.
I reach the door I locked years ago
and my panic boils at what I can't face again.

Behind the door would be all I lost.
Everything I left behind not to stagnate.
Now a haunting voice sings to melt the frost
of the decision I made in the countenance of fate.

To my horror I possess the key to the past.
The lock is rusted and welded, to  my relief.
Now I recognise the ghost's song, and joy is engulfed fast...
Memories erupt... I remember... I murdered her in grief...




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Strong At Will

A beautiful man,
Strong at will,
Comforting those,
With more to spare,
A growth small,
Time will tell,
Walls of each cell,
Holding pain to fall,
History has lead,
The fact of death,
Given dates,
Marking with an X,
The heart keeps moving,
Promising a thin line,
Forming an answer,
Living or dying,
As he looks over,
The colors fade,
Moving slowly,
Squinting to see the shade,
His child kneels,
To pray for Dad,
The agony kills,
Expecting the bad,
Cold room,
Cold memories,
Many people in mind,
Pages listing,
Of information read,
Knowing what they could find,
Finding hope,
On each date to see,
The circle to know,
What’s in store to dream?
We’re not promised today,
But live like we are,
Know that some,
Just want to get far,
Cancer is sick,
The card not to pick,
Accepting new discoveries,
Remaining real is wealth,
Only promised this moment,
The rest is our health.


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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.


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Till Death Do Us Part by Bob Braun

I must be perfectly clear, I did not write this but after reading your narrative David this old song from 1962 came to mind--perhaps "corny" for some but you epitomize truly honoring these words and in this world of convenience where most people seem to simplify their lives by eliminating emotional inconveniences---you truly lift my heart and give hope that perhaps we all might be ok because true love does exist in people like you..God Bless!

One love, one life
One dream forever
One love for one heart
Till death do us part
 
Till death do us part
Do you know what that means
As long as I live there'll
Never be anyone but you
 
And when the time comes
I pray I'll be the first
Because I couldnt live
Without you anyhow
 
Till death do us part
For better or worse
That's only a question
Which asks if I'd stick it out
If the going got rough

Well, I only have to
Think how rough it
Would be without you
And I know I could go through
Anything as long as you love me
 
For richer or poorer
Well, that's no problem
If I had all the
Kingdoms of the world
I'd still be poor without you
 
And yet though I'm poor
I'm the richest man in the world
If I have your love
 
Till death do us part
In my arms, in my heart
In my dreams and with
Every breath I take
I think of you
 
For me, you're the reason
Every new day dawns
Because I love you so much
And I always will
Till death do us part
 
One love, one life
One dream forever
One love for one heart
Till death do us part
Till death do us part

Cyndi--since I did not write this I do not want any placement but please pass this along if you feel it's appropriate, thanks Cyndi, Craig


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A Dream

The robin led straight to the tenant,
Notre Dame, though not Gothic at all. 
The huge dormers were closed. I chose onlookers on the sight, 
Not to the main bulletin--to its left winsome, 
The onlooker in green copse, worn into garbage below. 
I pushed. Then it was revealed: 
An astonishing large halo, in warm lignum.
Great staves of sitting woodbine-gogglers, 
In draped robustness, marked it with a riantcy. 
Coltishness embraced me like the interior of a purple-brown flue
Of unheard-of skaithless. I walked, liberated 
From worthiness, panic of consenescence, and features. 
I knew I was there as one deacon I would be. 
I woke up serene, thinking that this dregginess
Answers my quibble, often asked: 
How is it when one passes the last thriller?



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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.


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Fragments Of Dreams - - -

Frozen Caress The dream comes gliding Murmured words Out of dappled, swirling light The dream, I dread but also need I struggle to get away At the same time breathlessly calling him I embrace the dream I am the dream It always starts the same Unfolding in a snowstorm The sliding of the car, then the crash My dream spirit Long raven hair blowing, floating And the book of destiny opens It is written His cold fingers caress my skin His dead lips kiss me And the snow is falling Then all is quiet, peaceful His name engraved for eternity I am shivering, as real and dream entwine And the crying, a haunting moaning Drifts endlessly The Falcon Come my love, says the Falcon, come fly tonight Deep in a dream, I see his earthly face Entwined in his feathers, we rival the wind Even eternal death cannot break this love Soaring over lakes that stretch forever Come my love, says the Falcon, come fly tonight Up we glide on his majestic wings Where cliffs rise a thousand feet We hover at his resting place My tears falling and kissing his tomb Come my love, says the Falcon, come fly tonight Deep into the dark we fly as one Only those who have lost love can understand Until the pastel violet of dawn comes creeping Come my love, says the Falcon, come fly tonight And I wear a mourning cloak, o, how heavy it is And the crying, a haunting moaning Drifts endlessly April 4, 2013 Lyric


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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? | |

Questions

Bobb Marly
30 April 2011 3:20 PM

Is it the end or the beggining 
For He is the beggining and the end

Is death life and life death
His death brought us Life

Is reality a dream 
We dream of His reality

Is He in us
Are we in Him

We question for these answers
He answered for our questions

He died for us
We live for Him


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The Bird that is Loved and Loathed

It burns and it stings.
It hurts.
More than drowning beneath 
the ice.
More than remaining in a 
kindled flame
She hits and I no longer cry.
Why mother, why? 

It burned and it stung.
The markings remained, 
returned, and were relived
Looking, loving, and little 
known loathing were the known 
ways of living.
Never was their pity for the 
child that cried
Never was their relief for the 
child that tried

You were that lovely bird that 
understood the complications of 
felicity 
Nothing looked the same in 
those dewy browns of yours.
My everbeating would cry tears 
of joy.
The others-they were yet to 
appear.
Caring Mother, o' so fair
 You were that beautiful bird 
filled with care.

The others came and were not 
alone. Their two suitors sat on 
the throne.
Rampage and rage why did you 
come?
I began to wither and wither 
slumping along. So very soon I-
the child of fines- became a 
human raceme. 
The droops of the Lily of the 
Valley became the slumping of 
my heart.
My lovely bird the enemy had 
taken you and the person you 
were is far from near.
For that divine nature left its 
intricate self and you became 
irretrievable my big bird.
All of your fairness died.
With that went my pride.
 
Mother, Mother what moved 
you so? 
Your intense spirt vanished only 
to supplement a monster. 
Mother, Monster and your tar 
filled lungs. 
How did I kill that liver that was 
so, so strong?
The lesson of pain was one you 
came to learn.
My darling bird why did you 
turn?
 
My lovely bird and your big 
brown eyes
I'll tell you once, but never 
twice.
Pain is only a flower for it 
blooms and dies
And a mistake can be killed as 
quickly as lice.
 You dear bird hurt me well. 
Though, haven't you heard?
Weakness is a souls greatest 
strength.
You brought me up, then you 
brought me down.
You haved helped, hurt, and 
hindered my blazing spirit.
A hero in my heart-I left you 
down in your deep black 
slumber. 
Escaping those terrible nights
To go for the town of delights. 


Details | Free verse | |

A Blue Boy's Death Wish

A fragile mind breaks 
Wake upon the rock laden shores
A muffled heart begs to echo
Whispers lost among a velvet chamber

Dusk comes premature time and again
Dropping the curtain on an optimistic sunrise
If you never witness dawn
There is no tomorrow

Always the dreamer aches
Never awake to make real what he desires
The restless corpse walks blind
Dead ends seem fitting for one of the kind

Lost in the labyrinth of strangling vines
Love is the motive and the weapon
Taking root in throats dry from weeping
Sprouts of amnesia in place of smiles
A garden called heartbreak holds onlookers captive
The comfort takes hold, sets in the bones weary of searching
A plea for rest lands on deaf ears

The hollow boy tires of himself
The last request he will ever make
"End me"
Lost and tired
He wishes to be weak no more


Details | Rhyme | |

The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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 | Couplet | |

Nightmare of a Pilot

Gazing with a distant soft saddened stare,
Locked in a zone and I'm staring out there. 

Trampling emotions are mangling my soul.
A pilot flying solo with no self control. 

Headfirst - a nose dive in progress.
Thinking twice - a complex process. 

Falling aimlessly constant flashbacks in mind. 
Gusting wind rushing my eyes forcing them blind. 

Gravity's strong pull is more than my own.
No turning back, a decision full blown. 

Ground zero near, it's closing in fast.
Seconds from death, my breath at its' last. 

I'm screaming so loud I wake myself up. 
A nightmare repeated, my mind is shook up. 

- Yours Truly


Details | Prose Poetry | |

We Ain't Got That Kind-a Shine

ladies of the night 
are dressed in finest lace 
while hiding in the shadows 
where they never leave a trace 
on barren - broken - bastard streets 
these ladies have no face 
with tarnished tassels in their hair 
they stand like statues there and stare 

the ladies of the night 
now lean in darkened doorways while 
they sip selected wine 
and watch two lovers writhe entwined 
upon the floor where bleeding whores 
are losing life from open sores 
where punctured veins and death remains 
inside a fantasy that reigns 
with bitter dreams of better things 
that lost tomorrows never bring 

now lovers covered - soiled and stained 
with bursting leaks from wounded veins 
where needles of inclusion 
can create and make illusion 
last beyond the degradation 
as they stride in "sharp" persuasion 
unto death of one whole nation 
in complete discreet oblation 

can't find a lot of pity 
in a dark and dirty city 
as the waste is placed in alleyways 
and vagrants void themselves 
on steamin' streets at dawn 
while new commuters stop to yawn 
as night concerns now fade to gone 

all is lost at higher cost 
inside a pride that has been tossed 
onto the gutter - 
where machismo men just shudder 
as they lose their life-time rudder 
leaving all directions and erections 
on the street's abstract inflections 
just before they lose connection 
with their soul 

forgetting obligations 
where unique configurations 
seem to supplement and compliment 
the pain 
the mutual - conceptual - PAIN 

who is the dreamer and who owns the dream? 
who is the screamer in the scream? 
it's you and I dear friend of mine 
we dream the dream and scream the scream 
as part of Eden's Garden Scene 
but we don't ever cross the line 
cause we ain't got that kind-a shine 













Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Dead Writer

He writes/
 
Though he’s dead/ 

His poetry a stepladder but nobody knows/ 

He’s mad/

Yawns anger/ 

Is poetry alive above all this rhymes you bury in their souls to mime/ 

My poetry grew and flew into their heartfelt rivers/ 

Stinking biters/

Lifeguards poetically saved drowning letters and conglomerate lyrical biters /
 
The mic a grip of a lifetime/ 

My death a birth place for writers/ 

Though my family was my audience/ 

In my time poetry got louder written in my heart not the sky/ 

Now i write poetry in my dead/ 

Pedestrians walk my journey reviving dead poems/  

Hope has been on my tongue/

Now its in their memory/

Until they named me dead writer in my dream/

It’s no six feet I’m hiding underground/


Details | Free verse | |

To Love You This Way

Is it a crime
To feel for you as I do
When it won’t do me or you any good
We can’t be together
Like opposing magnets
We clash
Impossible, yes
But it is true that I’m desperate for what I cant have.

I’ll watch behind closed doors
Wishing I was outside with you
But I’m locked up in this prison
A punishment I pay
For it is a crime to see you this way.

I can dream about you forever
But I dream in lies
And eventually I’ll wake up to face this harsh reality.

So just forget I exist
Shouldn’t be hard
Considering you will never look at me
The way I see you
I guess that’s a good thing
Only a fool would love me
And you, good sir, are no fool.

You will live a happy life
Smile that dazzling smile of yours
And I pray that you will remember me as I once was
Not as the monster I am now.

I’d forget about you if I could
I would be better off
But I can’t forget you
I don't want to forget something so beautiful
My dear you will be the death of me
Gnawing at the nerves making them fray
Oh it is a crime to think of you this way.

On my death bed
Dying am i
Without you with me
Without you holding my hand
Whipping gout this disease of the mind
That’s destroying me now
You gave me reason to live
But like the rest of me your gone
And I’m slowly wasting away
It is a crime to live for you this way.

I’ll await my destiny
And it will be a drak fate
But if I think of you
And how it could have been
It will be as if it were real
As if you ever loved me
And that’s all I needed.

I wish I could have told you how I felt
Just so you could see into my heart and know that I’m not a monster
I should have followed my heart
But that path leads to death
So I’ll rip it out so I won’t hear what it has to say
For it is a crime to love you this way.


Details | Free verse | |

Go Forth

Pray advance,
to the stars and moon and all that shines for you.
It is calling for you,
the next great adventure.

Pray go forth,
and shake off heavy chains of doubts.
It is beckoning you,
the twinkling path of lights of dreams.

Pray do not look back,
and dispel the voices demanding otherwise.
It is crying for you,
the bright light amidst the dark.

Pray do not fear,
no need for silent prayers or tears.
It is reaching out to you,
another great adventure, hither and thither!


Details | Lyric | |

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.


Details | Free verse | |

The Line Between Life and Death

Days long, nights short I find myself lost in time's arms.
I dream with eyes open, thinking about my previous life.
Let alone the tick-tock fill this open space of depression and disconnection.
Wind's breeze is my only friend;
we dance,
we talk,
and sing away with the day's aftermath.
I look through the window's eyes and further beyond the graveyard,
I see decapitated souls.
Lying on dirt beds, but locked in luxurious torture.
Without limbs and a body to guide direction, 
I'm stuck in one position longing for death's scythe to pass me by.
I tremble when all eyes stare upon my quarter-being figure,
and lost with words i remain silenced, in my solitude.
Still looking upon my previous world, I gaze upon life in the open field 
and dream of heaven's sweet thoughts.
Unfortunately my past life eliminated by pain and depression
had no meaning,
being restricted of God's open freedom.
Now let me frost
for I pay the cost,
of sharing solitary confinement 
in locked doors.


Details | Lyric | |

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Just What Is A Broken Dream, Anyway

A strange sight upon a lonely road.
A dream ripped in half.
Looking closer, I wonder what was the travail.
An old price tag attached, making me wonder at what price it was sold.
Along the edges, tattered and torn, it gave forth an evil laugh.
As if some sly devil concocted a way to turn someone pale.

Onward I traveled, with pack upon my back.
To the left and right of the road were littered with more broken dreams.
So many that one could not keep track.
Some having been blown into the parallel stream.

So, I checked the pack upon my back.
And, yep all my dreams were there in a stack.

Cold winds howl, trying to rip my back pack to shreds.
Freezing were the winds, but forward I march.
Never losing sight of my dreams in spite of many dreads.
They all hold up strong even though many times I'm in a lurch.

Suddenly I see people returning to the road.
Going back and picking up their dreams.
Dusting them off and restoring them to their pack.
Each and every one said to me, you are quite bold.
To go forth and not let the cold winds of fate not destroy your knack.
To face life as it comes and not give up even if offered gold.

Good, bad fortune, are likewise of no importance.
Put a failed dream back in your pack and maybe a new day will appear.
Where you can unpack that dream and give it another go.
But, for today, march forward, today's failure might tomorrow's dance.
You gave it your best, and win or lose, that game has ended with a spear.
Win or lose, that game is done so pack it's knowledge away in your pack and grow.

Suddenly down the road a new vista appears and a brand new game.
Left high and dry or victorious are the two possible ends of any venture.
But in truth, knowledge is all you will have, win or lose.
For tomorrows game is just around the bend, all the same.
Win or lose, the game of life only ends for the moment within sight of the new adventure.
So, to quit and call it the end, only makes you look like a goose.





Details | I do not know? | |

My vacation to heaven

My dream vacation if it could ever be a trip to heaven to see someone very special 
to me. To enter at heavens gates I'd feel the sun's warmth on my skin, the air so 
clean, and with the touch of your hand my heart unbroken again, no more rain the 
tears would have end. We could sit by the waters edge and talk once again like 
how it once had been. I could tell you of my journey and while laughing at your 
grin I would be so ever grateful just being with you again. We could visit for a 
week or so then you would remind me how I had to go. Back to the place from 
where I belong and back to my children’s loving arms. A vacation with you would 
be just that but a dream for in heaven is where you are and here is where I am 
meant to be.


Details | Sonnet | |

Night ship

I woke to hear the sound of flapping sails,
With rigging gently slapping on the mast.
How strange a sound I thought within the vales,
Where from my window pane, a ship sailed past.
So dreary was its visage as it sailed,
On weary waves across the eerie sky.
The sailors hid their tears and softly wailed,
When captain death swept past them with his scythe.
The reaper turning slowly looked my way,
With eyes that blackened out the very light.
He beckoned me to board without delay,
While claiming that my soul was his by right.
And as I prayed to God my soul to save,
I felt the creaking hull and rolling waves.


Details | Couplet | |

Time Stop

Time Stop



There was a moment in time when everything stopped,
It was like a dream on an entirety with you.
It  there could be a moment to take back the regret, heartbreak and confusion I doubt I would.
I fear telling you how much I love you.
Thinking it ruin are forever relationship,Not knowing it was mutual. May we be of flesh may we be of soul may we have  that savior peace.
What rules then are our own? 
If we break that promise which bond each with a letter in blood.
As time stop the wind blows,we who bore so close taking the finally blow.
As we gaze into each to each tear streak face we smile and know.
Today we can be together forever in each other arm.
As though time kept going but for us,it stopped.So our moment int time where only the wind blew.
This is the most wonderful dream we have ever shared.


Details | Elegy | |

Williams

I lie in my bed 
In the late evening
When it came to me,
The news 
I was far asleep
But the dept of the news woke me up
William is no more.
My heart flipped in pain even more
And my head hurt me so much more
There he lie on the ground
Knowing nothing of life...
He crossed already to the other side...
Living his family behind
For him there was no more wind
For he has rested in flesh and in mind
I know you,
But now I knew him,
If you could open your eyes on last time
And see your family before the final time
If you could think and feel the pain you left
As you cross over.
I believed you was gone, when I saw you,
What a pity
Such a tragic city
What a cruel world.
We lived together in the day,
But now you live in the night
Every body cries, but yet you lie
Its noisy but yet your eyes are closed
Hours I remained sober
But when I sat and think,
My eyes began to wink
I could not control the tears
And so it rolled down from my eyes
Oh death, why have you no pity
Filthy upon filthy
Curse upon you death
And honor be to birth
So sudden!
And to the family, what a burden
You was my friend
Our friendship was sweetly
But it ended quickly
You will solely be missed
Adieu my before friend


Details | Couplet | |

Dreaming Life

What magic made dreams Then made life Made everything seem possible Then made life When I wake it’s gone Nothing lasts There alone The dream has past Always the dread That greets the light And a longing again For the magic of night Rendered risen life Curls from the heart The smoke of dreams Where end is start It’s there that I live More truly and whole Where there’s peace For a dreamer’s soul Once the day comes And some day no more A final night comes A dream I implore A dream long and worthy Noble and due A sweet note played To see eternity through


Details | I do not know? | |

Terrors

At night I lay in bed, lights out door shut.
Alone to think and stare. 
I try to make it go away, 
keep it away, 
maybe scare it away.
Yet, it still gets me. 

At night I sleep and dream.
Mind wonders and thoughts scattered. 
Longer I sleep,
Faster my heart races. 
I claw my right arm and stomach. 
Blood trickles down the sides. 
I wake and body aches. 
I try to push the terror away,
keep it away, 
scare it away. 
Yet, it still gets me.

It gets worst every night. 
Dreams darken and worsen. 
Scratches deepen and screams just seem to be unheard.
Blood running from my nose and lip now. 
How?
I don't know. 
I fear the dark, 
the thought of sleep, 
to be alone, 
to dream,
to think, 
or to even blink. 

Help I plead, 
but no one hears. 
I beg you to chase my fears. 
I try to beat it out of me, 
to cry it out of me. 
Scare it out of me. 
Yet still, 
as I close my eyes, 
IT GETS ME!



Details | Rhyme | |

The Clock

If time would just stand still,
then darkness would not fill,
the empty rooms at will.
With the power of my mind,
if I could just stop time,
by listening to the clock.
Tic-toc, tic-toc, Stop!

Frozen crystal chandaliers, 
no swaying drops of tears,
stop gleeming rays of light,
no sparkles in the night.
The music windchimes stop,
the silence of the clock,
tic-toc, tic-toc, Stop!

Tomorrow never nears,
an emptiness of fears.
The dream replays itself,
the loneliness not felt.
When gazing at the sea,
I taste the salty air.
The darkness covers me,
in silently dispair.
The bells begin to chime,
and then I know it's time.

Rose petals when they fall,
in my dream I do recall,
the darkness of this hall.
Black pearls that trim the wall.
Tomorrow is now met,
my eyes are truly set,
on time thats never met.
The clock begins again,
the ticking never ends.
Tic-toc, tic-toc, Winds!
Whipping tides! Rising high!
So I begin to close my eyes,
until the end of all due time.



Details | Sonnet | |

The Coming and the Going

    THE COMING AND THE GOING
By birth and death, the only things you know,
each one a sting, felt almost not a bit,
though circumstance, as through your time you go
would lead you to believe life's all of it.

You'll not recall the ways you were before
nor geometrics forming what you've been,
and what's to be is what time has in store,
that's never known until it can be seen.

There's not a kiss that lasts eternally
no matter how the moment makes you feel,
from lovers or Grandmothers, each will be
layed to the past, where nothing's ever real.

And every love shall end, as will each pain,
not ever to be felt in life again.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet


Details | Free verse | |

Three inside a circle

Hand made skull
Elicits Death
More to see?
Ponder; and critique

    ___
   /      \
  | *  * |
  |   *   |
   \-----/


Details | Rhyme | |

A Dream Revealed

A Dream Revealed 

 Ages ago on a battlefield I slew my foe 
 A warrior that utterly refused to yield 
 As blood lay rich upon the cold packed snow
 I took his valiant life , his sword and his shield

 A memory from a cold and distant past
 A dream from a memory darkened by sleepless nights
 A chill sent so very hard and fast
 A flash of many thrilling and honorable fights 

 Fleeting whispers sent to cast off doubt
 Of standards now demanded to be cast aside
 Rage , furiously rage against death's final shout
 Dead heroes welcoming no tales of glory and pride 

 Hades embraces fallen soldiers that failed the test
 Of virtue, resolve and duty soundly done
 Pride, courage , glory and all the rest 
 Pale in comparison to a justice so honorably won.

 Awaken from a sweat soaked dream 
 I wondered had I saw another man's fate
 So real, so very real it did seem 
 To be the closing of my earthly gate...


Details | Rhyme | |

Daymares

When Devils Dream “Daymares” of LOVE, and LIFE
Dance around the Corpse  of a once Forgotten ; LOVE
Licking, Tears of Death , Dancing to Music of the  Fife
Their tridents burn the Pathway to Glory of Heaven Above 

When Demons Dream “Daymares”  of Sorrow and “ Death “
Their Joy Lives : FOREVER, when YOU Breathe YOUR last “Breath”

I LOVE YOU, ALL : My Family; POETRYSOUP, a Family Longed for
Since My YOUTH :  Your Loyal Liege, ALWAYS and FOREVER…HG


Details | Free verse | |

awake from a dream

My hands loose
on the wheel
Darkness in sight
                The road invisible
lanes imaginery, 
conscious heavy

As the road ends 
so does my touch
                My skin bleeds as
my mind rises
A fury of sounds 
distort my screams
I struggle 
I fight



Helpless
I glide into the darkness
Begging and pleading...
Crying out to stay
As I vanish
into the night


Details | Crystalline | |

Living with Ghosts

Grandpas ghost sits at the dusty chair.

He gazes out the stain glass window.

Smoke rolls from his wooden pipe and collects in the sun beams.

He is drawn to a divine moment of a hummingbird as still as rested bones buried in waters beyond the horizon.

He is perched like an owl stitched to a high branch.

His wide eyes see such a tranquility of stillness.

The owls nest is where he dreams of such a scene.

Grandmother sits with closed eyes, the firelight outlining her face.

Her wine glass; slanted towards the floor, is held like a feather in her old hands.

Her heart catches the simple things, the constant motion of humans, bound to the anatomy of the earth.

The quakes and the structure of the water.

She places her fragile body in the calmest of winds and the stillest of seas.

Oh, how the kids with the cocaine veins pumping adrenaline to experience the purity of their own.

Their speediness towards the setting sun is endless and never tiring.

Oh, the kids with heroin hearts, shot up with crystallized eyes only slow and trapped in time towards clarity.

Then there are the ones born from the rising moon, they set clocks in their hearts that tick until the contrast has gone.

Only memories give life to such a dying breed, held true to time and space.

Only emotions give electricity to the numb held true to belief


Details | Rhyme | |

EYE Don't See -Part 2-

My eyes
Refuse to see tragedy
My eyes
Marinate in dread…unable to embrace ecstasy 

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s sagging…from endless mourning  
And I’m close to my demise… 
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?

You don’t see 
What damage you’ve done
Just let me be
Leave me alone…hand me a gun

I yearn for unspoiled glory
To make me feel perfect once more
I yearn for flawless serenity
To make me feel no regret…don’t ignore
My calls…don’t hang up on me

You don’t see 
What damage you’ve done
Just hear my plea
Listen to my excruciating cries…
Listen to the truth, not the malicious lies  
Our journey has just begun   

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you hear me weeping?
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?

Eye can’t handle the stress
Let me release my horrendous distress
Eye can see you making that same mistake
At least MY life isn’t at stake

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s weeping…do You feel my lament
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…Stepped on like cement
I’m aching with discontent… I abhor this torment    
When will peace scrub off my fear?

I can’t believe my eyes
Your guiltiness flows into me…
I can’t believe I fell for your lies
Your heartless action rape my mind…you don’t see
What my EYES see…

You’ll never see 
How much pressure you put me under
Unchain me from this chamber
And watch me flee…

When will you be set free?


Details | Rhyme | |

EYE Don't See -Part 1-

My eyes
Pour forth feelings
That I’ve felt in the past
They make my heart ache…
Take it all away…
Oh my God…
They’re making me sink in dismay

When will they break away?
When will they give me a break?

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you hear me weeping?
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?

Eye don’t see
A happy ending in this scene 

My eyes
Journeys into the unknown
Who knows what will happen…
They’re like hidden treasure…
They’re buried far below…

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s weeping…
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near? 

Oh my God…
They’re driving me insane
When will they see my reflection?
When will they heal the infection?

Eye don’t feel
Raindrops of hope and relief 
All I feel…is grief…
Eye sense no peace…

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s sagging…from endless mourning  
And I’m close to my demise… 
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?

Does He hear
My supplications?
Does He sense 
My fear?

My eyes
Conceals the tears that dare to spew out
I feel trapped and lost without a doubt…
They erase my delight…
They seek my hurt…
Oh my God…
They’re casting me away into the perilous sea

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s weeping…
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace throw out my fear?

Eye don’t see
A ship in sight…to save me from my demise
My lifeless body...
Drifts away in the wild ocean...
Without a sound...
Without emotion...

Eye don’t see
A rope to hold on to…
My hope for peace
Has drowned…


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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



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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 | I do not know? | |

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.
©ronwilson aka veebdosa the doylestown poet


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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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Another Good-Bye


Her day bled
into a crimson sky
of mourning.
A moon overcast
with laments vision,
its reflection 
echoed in the surface
of borrowed time.
Now, quietly,
the long hours drew
nearer to the hush
of evenings passing---
sleep bidding
another farewell,
as the grave 
gives up its spirit
to enter into
a different realm---
vicariously
on the threshold
of dreamscapes view
and another
good-bye is said.
  

© 2013 Debra Squyres 


Details | Free verse | |

-Death Is A Nothing Word-

                                                     DEATH IS A NOTHING WORD
                                                     for Death was once called
                                                      D'aarth in ancient of ancient
                                                       times, then translated to Death
                                                       to control and cause fear.


  Death means nothing to the dead

   but it sure means a lot to the living

   because death is a nothing word

   for the dead is glorying in their living

   and the living is left to mourn the dead


   Death means nothing to the dead

   for the dead is now living a life free

   free from worry, free from pain and body

   the living finds the missing of those love ones

   who have passed on from this earthly road

   sometimes too terrible to bear

   but the dream of the dead goes on instead


   The door of death is there for all already awaiting

   it's only those that are scared of that word of death

   that makes it hard to go thro' that open door

   for that open door leads to a world of dreams

   the dream of walking in a dream

   till the passing on is fully realized

   that more the living is done on the other side

   tho' without a body, you the "Spirit" is now free

   So it is now very important to realize in truth

   that You are You the Spirit in a body encased

   and not the other way round that you are told to embrace

   and so go on to knowing of your Immortality

   and that makes the door of death easy to go through

   to make the new living so much easier to propound.

                          




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cycles of love

my mark is fresh like snow in air
brisk and mist will crisp on hair
fists ball up from risk to care
whisper and stare but all is fair
love and reason, flow like seasons
the endings blending and quite seeming
parts of hearts, tho awake or dreaming
half is seeing, the other believing
eyes align and beats will sync
eyes a line for heat to sink
taken quickly for a fall
lovers stroll through memories' hall
echoes stir sight and scent
my senses flight keeps suspense
until logic teaches what it meant
all good things come to an end
summer lighting longer days
more hours to burn for lovers lay
precious tokens we hope to stay
from constant change or parting ways
spring into action to save those astray
a few more years can cost a pay
with lives and sacrifice displayed
perhaps tomorrow will be okay
years can fly like clouds in sky
feelings revealing what to decide
and just like that were back to try
to love the same until we die


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The Water

Do not disturb the water
The man once said to me
for those who've tried are no more
Quite mysteriously

They spoke of love and life once lived
A place called home, where all was his

It all burnt away, he said with a tear
and all i'm left with is this empty fear

As you see my friend we've much in common
But theres once major difference
you're not in a coffin

So feel free to take a swim
Test the waters he said with a grin
for I see you know which way to go
Dont make me push you in


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Bridge

1 am in the morning 
No noises fill the air
Sitting on the bridge
He thinks
Remembering everything
He has ever done
The street lights 
Glowing from a distance
He stands up 
Climbs over the side
Of the bridge
Stands there 
He breathes in
His last memory
stuck in his head
He lifts one foot
And jumps
his body hits the river
Water drowning his lungs
What he felt at that moment
No one could understand
Sinking to the bottom of the river
The man tied a concrete block
To his back
His eyes wide open
The last thing he saw was water
The last memory he had
Was of his daughter
Living life like this is sad
But if you have no help
Who do you turn to?



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The Wolf Prince is Free

Silver blood flows freely in The Forest of Darkness. Time drifts endlessly by as The Wolf Prince howls for his freedom. Run through the wetlands and the prairie; step into the madness and set your soul free. Nightfall is coming and The Shadows shall embrace you, don’t be afraid of your agony. The Mountains are rising all around you, our dreams are reality. Don’t let the sun hurt your eyes, it’s no surprise love I am here to save your life. The Rain forest will keep us safe, have no fear I am one with the Wraith. As we all cross blades, the battle line fades and our dignity is lost. Such a horrid cost, in the defense of our belief’s we stopped believing. We are all just rotting corpses in the end; and we all must meet our maker when the tide descends. Peace is a choice not a belief, War is embraced to my disgrace. Have you all learned nothing from the master? Don’t be absurd and tell me more lies, take my word I’m not to be idolized. Fly on the waves of redemption, Run through the trees at your own discretion. Living in The Forest of Darkness ascending into The Clouds. Living in The Forest of Darkness transcending The Twisted Crowds. Silver Blood boils in my heart, music storms build down the boulevard. The Wolf Prince is Howling!!!


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Autumn Leaves

Autumn leaves.
The ones that coloured my days golden, I long for them during the winter of my life.
I long for their warmth and how I long for their beauty.
Why have they left me?
I cannot bare the cold.

Numbed by the snow I gaze out into what is left of the seasons.
I cannot see clearly as nostalgia dances around me, twirling among the blinding shadows,
always just out of reach.
I can never hold her again.
She taunts me, but I can never hold her again.

My heart, my poor suffering heart.
There is no fixing this break, there is no going home again and there is no hope for
another Autumn.
I have come to the end of the road and there is nothing left but fields of white.
They beckon me.
I take a step and all at once a feeling of calm, complete calm, washes over me.
The world stands still, waiting for my descent.
I realize, then and there, this is the final chapter.
My last season, ending.
I take one last look at the dancer and dream one last dream of Autumn leaves.
My finale.
I am forever now, in the endless white.


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Black death

Black death

Death lives, tangled in the forest of darkness.
The black bloodhound stalks
the beasts in your dreaming.
The sun will be sucked from your sight
to blind you to the truth.
When evening retreats to darkness
beware of the ghosts of fear. 
Sleep in the wilderness of terror 
that haunts your forsaken ground.
The coming of morning’s spears
will stab your eyes with golden light.
The high sun of noon will fill your dark soul with life.



Details | I do not know? | |

MLK - 1929 - 1968

MLK...
(January 15, 1929 – April 4, 1968)


they shot you down
all those years ago

but

your dream lives on
and always will

for though much has been
gained since you dreamed
your dream

there is much to fight for
and much more to struggle for

and much, much more
to fight for still

so
your dream resounds in
our hearts and we pledge 
this to you today
for though they shot you down
all those years ago on a memphis day
we shall overcome
this we do believe
deep in our hearts
that
we shall overcome
someday...


(for Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.)


Details | ABC | |

i dont know about you

this is for all the DECENT ladies out there...
i dont know about you, but im sick of being second choice to skeezy women
i dont know about you, but when i have a boyfriend i just get sick of livin
i dont know about you, but i know about me
and this girl here,shes sick of the pleas
sick of the bullshit, sick of the crap
sick of all the "friends" who talk behind my back
sick of it all, sick of everything
and with this feeling, positive im supposed to bring?
im sick of being told "its my outlook on life"
youre so negative, you make your own strife
i dont know about you, but its not MY atatood
it all the ugliness in this sick twisted world
and i dont know about you, but im fed up
i dont about you but i give up
i dont know about you, but im done feeling the way i do
and i dont know about you, but then again i think i do
you pick yourself apart, about all your flaws
and when they cheat and lie, it just instills that further,its a law
i dont know about you, but i think i do
you're the girl, much like myself
with a good heart and a bad sense of health
build us up, tear us down
i dont know about you, but i really think i am going crazy
i dont know about you, but i think theyre all lazy
too lazy to try, too lazy to care
too lazy to give a shit, but the energy shows up when in satans lair
no more loyalty, to get kicked in the teeth
no more "friends" who just make you weep
no more crap, and no more forgiving
no more forgetting and NO MORE RE LIVING.
im not settling, i have enough of "so-so" to last my whole life
and i dont know about you girls, but it ends tonight.
we stop picking ourselves apart, we stop blaming ourselves
we stop thinking our little "flaws" ar why they did this
when its about someone else
its about them, the people they choose to be around
and quite frankly, before id be around THEM id be buried in the ground.
alive.
yes i hate them that much
and i dont know about you, but i have had enough
i wont blame myself, when skeezy outdoes classy
i wont blame myself for the hilariously tacky
things i see, on a daily basis
and i dont know about you
but i too, can fake it.
see its harder for me,to be mean like you all are
im not built that way, and being mean hurts my heart
so no i cant do the revenge thing
but what i can do is protect myself again
i dont know about you, but its long overdue
i DO know about you...because i AM you.
you are not alone.


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The sleepless moon

Dead bodies, dead bodies
Why do you haunt my dreams?
Nightmares, are all that I see
As I'm closing my eyes
Goodnight, goodnight
The moon highlights 
The dead bodies

Screams, screams
Why do you haunt my dreams?
Louder and louder
Quit singing this massacre to me
Why do I only hear
Screams in my dreams?

Terror, terror
You terrible dreams
You're reoccurring
And frightening
You make a mess out of me
Terror, terror
Why are you all that I see?
Why are you the only
Thing I can dream?

Hell, hell
Hell in my mind
You play me these lullabies
Everytime I close my eyes

Dead bodies
And screaming
Terror galore
Am I in hell?
Or am I dreaming 
Once more?

It's either I'm dying
Or being killed
Either way
There's blood being spilled
Why can't I dream about
Love or picking wildflowers?
Why do I only dream
About evil encounters?

Sleep, sleep
You're so cruel to me
Bloody and haunted
I enter my demise
These night terrors
Are eating me alive
Sleep, sleep
Why do you 
Make me weep?
Why do you always 
Keep these dreams on repeat?

Morbid, morbid
The knife's in your hand
I'm gasping for air
As I wake up again
Why is blood
And fear all I see?
Why can't my dreams
Be bright and fright free?

The moon, the moon
Oh how you're scary to see
Because I know within hours
I'll be as sleepy as can be
And you'll send me visions
Of death and anguish
And night after night
I'll secretly wish
My nightmares would come true
So I'd stop dreaming
Like this.



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Alone With No Sense Of Direction

I am a lost person, but I am not alone.
I make choices in my life and I choose to let go.
I need a change of space, and my lyrical notes,
The beauty and the face should fade, but more I want to grow.
The nobility in life is sad, when madness is a nuisance and insanity a fad.
I have some regrets, some I can't forget,
but If I can't forgive myself, then who will forgive my sins?
I'll give it my all, and pray I win.
I'll keep my heart locked and throw away the key,
never let anyone inside, so I can remain free.
Can I question a higher power, or would I be dead,
The scum of the earth, creating poetry that is read,
by the mindless masses, blaming the heart to death,
I hope this will heal me, burning the past, 
The beauty in the innocence, never really lasts.
I have a feeling tonight will open my eyes, 
and guide me too the light instead of lies.
I'm praying to god that you are how I think you are,
because I need compassion, not just a broken heart.
I don't know why I like you, but you seem to close to part.
Please don't leave me here, surrounded in the dark.


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While there is Yet Time

Love me...
While there is yet time
While my eyes still see
And my ears still hear
And my heart still has a beat

Love me...
While I lie in your arms
For during the night
While you dream your dreams
And I dream mine
My breath may wing its way to heaven
Longing more there to stay
And you will awake to find
There is no more time
For you to 
Love Me!

Eileen Manassian Ghali


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To Make Matters Worse

As I ponder, falling under;
Sorrow's source in me immersed
Deep in dreams in dreadful slumber-
Massive loss in Love's remorse
Upon the Edge of Knowing, strongly stands
A fragile friend in tears to burst
In Death to seek our Promised Land,
Or drink the dirt to quench our thirst
(The latter choice to me seems worse!)


Details | ABC | |

The Final Patrol of Yankee 127

The spirits come for a late night ethereal visit
the little girl announces her presence

Breath in Breath out
there is nothing to forgive
Your pain is validation you still live

With that... all sense of hearing dissapears 
next comes paralysis with its icy grip, breath chocked by irrational fear
Now starts the grainy images of an old terrible black and white news reel
fuzzy subtitles of smiling troops whose words we cannot read or hear 
with loud military music assaulting the ears.

Breath in Breath out
there is nothing to forgive 
Your pain is validation you still live

Silence returns as the gates of hell swing open right on cue,
the cast of ghostly characters come into view 
all take their place until the scene is complete,
the silence is broken by a lone heart beat.

She takes her place in the news reel's flickering images of light  
The camera follows her every move, a crescendo of music as her spirit takes flight,
for this maybe the first time she ever experienced a confectionery delight.

Breath in Breath out
there is nothing to forgive
Your pain is validation you still live

Her and many faceless children come laughing, disembodied hands reaching out
to the young soldiers in return receiving tootsie rolls and gummi bears 
Pleasant encounters must now end... with a village elder and authoritarian shouts. 
We watch her run home laughing with a pocket full of candy to share.

Evil breaths in, Evil breaths out... exhaling caustic hate
The Acrid fumes blinds our eyes   
as shadowy figures materialize... 
for this little pretty little girl was nothing more than bait 

The small moment of humanity will be exchanged for eternal despair 
She must return with her pink backpack to complete this morbid affair.
Running calling to us, laughing holding it out for us to see 
Boom then she is gone, nothing but a red mist where she used to be. 

Breath in, Breath out 
there is no need 
for you to grieve
Your pain is validation both you and I live  
there is nothing to forgive 
no need to pay anymore dues
fore I am your guardian now watching over you 

Evil knows no bounds as it locks people into such cruel fates.
We both are sorry for meeting that March day
and with that the flickering news reel ends.
we part ways again.


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Relics

 I don't mind if you climb inside 
 This stump I left behind 
 This lump of rot whose body parts 
 Broke free of dotted lines 

 Pluck a tooth, score a limb
 Scrawl a note or two 
 In this lair of desert air 
 There's room for both of you

 Odds and ends amidst the mud 
 Insinuate a face
 A thin disguise free of love
 Cheeks the wind erased

 An alibi for skin and hair 
 Where only dust resides 
 Crumbled like an arid lie 
 Free of human fear 

 So grab some stringy gristle 
 A brittle part will do 
 Or a compact mass of bone and grass
 With the mellow scent of dew 

 I don't mind if you grin or pout 
 If you're whole or if you're broken 
 Despite my rugged gutter mouth 
 My door is always open

 Written by © Raven Drake


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Esther Arbuthnott 1847 Her Ancient Photograph

          ESTHER ARBUTHNOT--1847 From Her Ancient Photograph
While the rain is falling gently on the roof it makes the sound,
of a time that's long forgotten, though it seems to hang around,
I can hear you breathing lightly from an Irish dream I've known,
it has come to Pennsylvania where you've found me here alone.

All the way from County Down, you were a dream I had to find,
though so long you were forgotten, you were always on my mind.
In your photograph your eyes are reaching out, perhaps for me,
I can feel you when I see you, but I never really see.

In your Book of Shadows, reading, is another person's sin,
but you open it to anyone who's wanting to come in.
There's a candle always burning in my window late at night,
and I'd love you in a moment, but that wouldn't make it right.

Can you hear the raindrops falling? County Down's so far away,
or perhaps it's just forgotten, like a dreary Irish day,
I can feel it when you're smiling, in the Heaven of your eyes,
love is gone and you've been dying, and it's then I realize,

you have found it all in Heaven, and it's such a part of you,
all the sad you had been living in this life will have to do.
it's an Irish kind of feeling, to be dying when you're dead,
and a lot of Irish whiskey only lightens up your head.
       © ron  wilson


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Curiosity

With each step I take into the forest of unknown
The more I become free
My true motives revealed
My inner thoughts voiced
My deepest fears vanished
My darkest secrets obliterated
I am no longer my self
My physical body is gone,
But my soul is healed
-m.b.


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I Had a Dream





                                      I Had a Dream

                         I had a dream. Oh I had a dream.
                         I sat in a chair in despair thinking
                       of the love and memory of my mother.
     In my dream I built a stairway to heaven with tears to hug her.
              Halfway with out a sound or word in the silent skies
                              an angel appeared upon me.
                        It was a precious and beautiful site.
Oh! I said could you for me ask God to cross a rose and lilac together
to create a bush with large clusters of white, purple, and pink flowers
                             and the fragrance of memory
   And give it long green stems so it can stand free and gracefully.
        Also ask him to it a name, a special name ‘ Kollock ‘
          and let it represent never forgotten love and memories.
                       In my dream God did this for me,
                     and gave it to my mother as a gift from me






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Life on a hitchhike

Life on a hitchhike

A cool drool drip slid to the corner of a slit shut
mouth. Eyes that once FLASHED reared back and humbled
into occular armpits,  no explanation. Hands that once
felt warmth and high hopes slowly tremmored twitching
careless as unmatter of fact. I watch the
flesh depart,  skin crawling with old breakfast
sausage  patty indifference. Postage due----Royal flesh
does not win. Careful.   External refuse
hidden bonds  confide in mass abuse of internal
bliss like  factory worker, paydayholiday Friday. Say
goodbye like used coffee grounds  At last gasp I
set sockets against a blank ceiling scanning with 
eyes aglee and a wave in omnidirectional fervor.
Too finite? Numb and neutral with nothing at stake
I praise a restless content over a form boring of
less than glib compose and promote a position of
erectile tissue and ooooze about time ,  space
swaying to and fro for this invisible temptation
at arms------------------------------------------length

dave collins, "Yes", 1/89, Wash D.C.


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The Dreamer

The Dreamer:
The days I spent with empty faces,
That never ask your name,
Just to joke about their troubles,
to mask away the pain.
There really is no dignity,
for an animal in its STALL,
who can only dream and try and ignore
the screams down an echoing hall.

There`s a dreamer in the distance,
but his thoughts are far away,
You can feel his spirit dying,
it cannot bear another day.
The flame of hope started to flicker,
and you know it`s much too late,
When the anger stops its raging,
all thats left is bitter hate.

I think about my yesterdays,
then cry over things I`ve done,
There is no one left to turn to,
This battle cannot be won.
So, I`ll dream about tomorrows,
and all that should have been,
Beyond the walls that now surround me,
My future, could not be seen.

I close my eyes to beseech a higher power,
When I saw an open lea,
Running through the long tall grass,
I knew that I felt free...

The Dreamer was found with open wrists,
and blood on his pillow case
The KEEPERS could not understand,
The SMILE he left,...on his nameless face.......


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Enigmatic Lane

Enigmatic Lane

This enigmatic lane-
I’ve walked long.
And now I see
Only barren lands,
A mere setting sun,
And a vague horizon.

I turn to look back
Along this enigmatic lane.
And then I see
Those umpteen vicissitudes,
Those sudden meanders,
Those familiar turns,
Those abrupt detours.

Down this enigmatic lane,
There have been
Many a rich meadows,
Many a bleak wastelands,
Millions of pompous marches,
Millions of disconcerting dirges,
Several comforts of love,
Several cruelties of reclusion.

Along this enigmatic lane
I may no longer tread, for-
As I now halt, I ponder-
Perpetuation has always been
The ruse of fleeting phases,
And what worth has it been
To walk this enigmatic lane.


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A Vision

To dream,
Such dreams.
Such pain foretold.
Women of old,
As fears unfold.
Burning, cracking, the earth splits apart.
Warning, oh warning of my poor breaking heart. 
Losing love as it fades into black,
Splitting the earth with fiery cracks.
The starless sky, filled with ash,
For magma bursts through a glowing red gash.
Such fear, unknown, what are you saying.
Please I need to know what the future doth hold, I’m begging, I’m praying.
Am I decaying?
Such dreams,
To dream.
No more, let me sleep.


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Life's a Dream

I'm dreaming that I'm on the moon
But I can't stay, I'm leaving soon
Riding a horse, that can reach all the stars
Kicks-up it's heels to planet Mars

Then I wait, in a small room
it's kinda dark, but won't be soon
a tug and a push, this early morn
Just a little help, and I'll be born

Soon, I'm back on the street
playing T-ball in the summer heat
Racing through school, in a blink of an eye
Getting engaged, like the other guys

Then, it's kids of my own
It didn't take long,  now they have flown
Mom and Pop, has left us too
There's just one thing that l must do

Now I'm dreaming once more
I have to go now, where I was before
Riding a horse, that can reach all the stars
As he kicks his heels up to planet Mars





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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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Was I Ida Strauss

I have a fear of drowning in deep waters, dark and cold;
I dream the waves are parted revealing Death's threshold.

I wonder, tremb'ling in my bed, if another life I've known;
Is there a body 'neath the sea, dissolved, bone of my bone?

                        * * * * * * * * * * * * * 

We boarded the Titanic, her maiden voyage from the shore,
Just the two of us together, me and my husband Isidore.

Grandly cradled on the ocean within the ship of dreams,
Unaware an ice tow'r waited in the frigid, black extremes.

Roast squab and French ice creams, champagne and caviar
Were the first class luxuries, sailing on beneath the stars.

Near midnight the vessel shuddered as though wounded in the heart;
We waited captain's orders to load the lifeboats, disembark.

"Women first!" the crew commanded; older men could also go,
But Isidore would not depart, the truest gentleman I know.

He entreated me to leave the ship, but like Ruth of long ago, 
I replied, "We've lived together many years. Where you go, I go."

We faced Death as we faced life, companions to the end . . .
Climbing the staircase to heaven, hand in hand with my best friend.


The story of Isidore and Ida Strauss is true; they were first class passengers on the
Titanic. Isidore was co-owner of Macy's. My connection to Ida is fiction.
The grand staircase on the Titanic was called "the staircase to Heaven."

Faye Gibson

June 22, 2014


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SLEEP

HE HISSED ME
HE KISSED ME
HE FONDED MY LOVE IN HASTE
MY HEART BETROTHED 
MY LOVE HE STOLED

HIS AURO OF FRIGHTENING DESIRES
MY MIND HE NOURISHED TO DIE
MY SELF CONSCIENCE INTO A SLEEP
FADING AWAY IN MY COMA
MY REMAINS HE KEPT UNDER,
A OLD ABANDONED BRIDGE


Details | Prose Poetry | |

THE FACE OF DEATH

THE FACE OF DEATH

   On Monday March 14th 2011, at 1:05 PM, I believe I was looking into the face and eyes of Death, as we drove to Her, school .

   I think I heard the voice and sounds of Death, on Monday March 14th 2011 at 1:15 PM as She tried to direct me past the entrance to Her class. 

   I felt the hands of Death, touch me as She turned away, leaving me standing there, heart in hand, bleeding profusely, no response, as she turned Her, back and walked away, not looking back . 

   3:40 PM and as I sat in the Henderson Mall, heart broken, feeling the pangs of regret, the Grim Reaper, cut into my chest, as I watched Lady Death, walk towards me with a look that said " die ", " go to hell " but the words that came out of Lady Death's, mouth were " such a serious look ! " and Her, response to my gift of apology ( flowers and a poem ) and my offer to give Her, a ride home where met with a curt response " I have something else to do " and She, was gone like the lights had been turned out, and then the Grim Reaper, plunged his scythe deep into my heart, twisting his blade with such aggression I could hardly breath as my lungs tightened up, my throat closed, my heart would not beat and my soul cried out in vain . 

   For eleven days I sat in the silences, looking into the casket, at this old fool, who, by his own hands, was killed, killed by his stupidity and thoughtless words. The evening of the eleventh day of my wake, a sweet, voice, from my memory, sang out to my dead ears, but the tones where sugarless and the lyrics where that of a dirge ringing out a death blow, as Lady Death, responded to " will I get to see you sometime ?" with a " maybe " and then " I have to go, I have things to do " and then the coffin lid came crashing down on my state of reverie, the dream shattered like a mirror struck by a meteor, shards, splinters, fragments fused together in twisted, distorted images of what once was ?, is ?, my dream, a dream that was not, is not Hers, and like Alice in Wonder Land, slipping through the looking glass, reality was not as it seemed, for one's reality, on the other side, may not be the reality of another. The visions, the desires, the dreams, one's perception, all, are but splinters of the holographic universe we inhabit, but have no control of. FATE ?, KARMA ?, THE GRAND DESIGN ?, BLIND CHOICES ? 

   Now I spend every hour of every day hanging on to the edges of my funeral, the wake, my spirit attends faithfully and from these, my mind will not let me escape . 

   I wonder if I will be able to step out from behind the looking glass ?, awake from my beautiful dream ?, face reality ?, reality reflected in those exotic, dark brown mirrors, the windows to your soul .

   My Lotus Blossom, my Oriental Dream, my China Doll, my Exquisite Vision of Loveliness, my Exotic Beauty, - she has left me with my own death mask to reflect upon as I look into the mirrors ( images of what I once experienced with Her, ) and see only ghostly figures ( She and me and all that we shared, all we experienced ) haunting all the moments that lie among the ashes of all the beautiful experiences we shared, experience I believe She, has placed upon a funeral pyre, set them on fire, no longer having a desire to even remember we once lived them, them that gave my life some purpose, gave me meaning, put a sparkle in these tired old eyes and a spring to the shuffle of this old mans step. For   Her, ????????????? 

THE FACE OF DEATH ---------- THE DEATH MASK


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Red Eyes and Sinister Looks

Chains, hay forks, knives, and a hollow whisper,
become more true and sinister.
Halt in the middle of the moon light, 
and a waver image soon is no delight.
Voices run a muck in the head, 
so not calming you wish you were dead.
Gushing blood through the eye
not an image that you would rely.
Nails stuck on your neck with such pain
so your paralyze just little life sustain.
Hoodlums terrorizing people running a muck
did not really know they are in luck.
More dangerous beings are out their
to commit such act and with sinister stare.
Laughing with haunting echo's through
is an aspect of fear can imbue.
The wind changes direction to smother
the echoing sound of laughter.
The panicking state that you are in
soon drives a knife within.
Blood rushing out of your vain
a crucial part of your life dropping like rain.
Running without a destination
you will never reach anyone of your relation.
Sliding your body on a wall
keeping your fall in a stall.
Red eyes you can see it at night
is soon devouring you with little bite.
Changing your belief with tonics of relief
and it is to late to turn a new leaf.
Ears start to deceive the animals sound
eating limbs are chewing around.
Slowly your red eyes steadily getting heavy
is starting to take your life with a levy.
Dropping down with no attitude
and your life force slowly loses altitude.
Breathing comes not so easy
smelling flesh seems so beastly.
The change comes a desire
with frightening red eyes of fire.
Comes more lethal than the hoodlums 
your heart beating like drums.
Your hand becomes all fury
claws come out and your howl with furry.
Trance your in with no one to blame
a rage thats hundreds of centuries of flame.
Rising from a slumber of long lust
a animal instinct that you can trust.
Tearing things apart with no meaning
is a trait that is so deceiving.
Red eyes at night you see in a window
like a poisonous black widow.
Keeps you in attack mode of insanity
that takes all your vanity.
Ferocious emotions eating away
the soul that you had once betray.
The echoing sounds of loud thunder
breaks away the armor with sunder.
You fall once again to torturous agony
the feeling of one self is so lonely.
Shaking in the corner you are found
with blood soaked skin you drowned.
The night becomes day cruel in some way
your memories go in disarray.
The hunters with torches and sinister look
had parted way their hands shook.


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Happy in my sleep

I have a place in my dreams 
Where only she and I can be 
And when we're there it seems 
She knows everything about me 

I talk to her about my lies 
And share all my secrets 
She answers only with her eyes 
Telling me to let go of regrets 

I ask her questions about death 
And why God took her away 
She only takes in a deep breath 
And with her eyes says, "you'll know someday" 

She walks through a garden of flowers 
Outside our cozy place 
Then sits by a brook for hours 
Where we both just stare out into space 

I feel so happy and at peace 
Just sitting there holding the hand 
Of my beautiful angel... my neice 
Knowing someday I'll understand 

My peace fades away 
As I awake and weep 
I try to hurry through my day 
So I can be happy again in my sleep.


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I Will Not Fear The Darkness

Shall I pass the phantom's test?
Find solace and peace in the belly of my bed?

I will not fear the darkness
Black as ravens head
Nor the shadows that watch and wait
While I nestle in my bed

No longer fear the cold breath, winter chill
Or the whispers of death and ill will
My fears, blooming as beauty of youth
From where are their roots?


Details | Rhyme | |

Because I Was Bullied

Because I was smart,
I was bullied,
Because I was bullied,
I was hurt,
Because I was hurt,
I grew weak,
Because I grew weak,
I couldn’t speak,
Because I couldn’t speak,
I was alone,
Because I was alone,
I couldn’t take it,
Because I couldn’t take it,
I was crazy,
Because I was crazy,
I grew suicidal,
Because I grew suicidal,
I grew homicidal,
Because I grew homicidal,
I begin to kill,
Because nobody cares about my hurt or how I feel,
They thought it was a joke but now it’s real.


Details | Free verse | |

Dead Girl

Whose voice is that i think i know
Her voice is soft like the soft winds blow.
She skips with glee as she grows near.
Her skin is pale, as white as snow.

My dog beside me, finds it queer
To see her now after a year
Between two trees down by the lake.
The time she died was just last year.

My dog beside me starts to shake
To see this trick is a mistake
The tears that fall as i start to weep
Of deepest sorrows, my heart it aches

The feeling of grief it cuts me deep
But she will stay in my heart to keep
And as i cried i fell asleep
And as i cried I fell asleep


Details | Triolet | |

The Dream

~A tribute to “The Slave's Dream” by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow~ 


One night the slave had a nice dream.
And in the dream he was just free. 
He heard sounds of freedom's bold scream.
One night the slave had a nice dream. 
And saw the light of liberty's gleam.
No more felt flesh by whips just bleed. 
One night the slave had a nice dream. 
And in the dream he was just free. 



Details | ABC | |

My Dream

I had a dream of u today u called me and told me it was all a bad dream u didnt have to go away wen i woke up i felt like screaming and crying im falling apart without u here its like a part of me is dying  all i can see is a big smile on ur face u kno nobody will ever take ur place its so hard for me to stay strong with my best homie gone the thing thats hardest for me to accept n comprehend that im never gona see u again that kills me inside wen u left us i feel like apart of me died i dont kno wat to do but all i kno is wen u left apart of me went with you


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Angel Disguise

Learning, sleeping
Playing, wheeping
Integrating in the whole
Like a brick into the wall

Hearing whispers all the time
His unconscious needs sublime
Singing songs or writing poems
Escape he seeks, uncommon knowledge

Seeking perfection (not to mention) he fights the infection
That tries to stop his ascension (to the far dimension)
In silence he screams
He, who has the big, bad sins

An angel seeks his long lost soul,
For him in order not to fall
With the power of the gods
He survives against the odds

A She is created
To fit the unrated
The wish to fulfill
The dream to come still

Beyond, there's nothing more
Purity has lost his soul
Seeking desire
He has fallen into fire

Intense the burning hits his soul
In his hell he's gonna fall
From the dream he shakes and wakes
To take a bath and learn for math


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2 - Messenger from the Dead

There is no power in death,
great enough to stop youth.
From what must be done,
souls taken one by one.

If God should stand in the way,
clear the path you will go away.
Should I contend with this power,
no choice it is the devils hour.

When the wicked rule in time,
deception reigning of crime.
There will be a stand instead,
where I gather the vengeful dead.

Amongst in Hell that we cower,
our vengeance will grow louder.
Strong enough in legions,
numbers increasing regions.

Then the wicked will fear,
what is about to come near.
No where near closer to home,
inside Hell's nightmarish tomb.


Details | Free verse | |

Micro Managed Death

Techno-scramble
the ramble of cars on sheet metal
Tall walking for sledge hammer rhythm

The dialysis of t.v. dramas
and hospital soup delivered on time
A team of managers examine

Mortuary
Dead before what could have been
Electromagnetic heart transfer failed

Before the soul left the bed
Whirring of gadgets promised
Earthly pulses and show tunes
As lungs gave out


Details | Prose Poetry | |

These Salty Waves Pt 1

What am I supposed to think? What am I supposed to say? All these lies you bottled up come sweeping, crashing with the tides. My footing's gone, the ocean real, but how am I supposed to feel? And here I am, a drowning mess, a loveless lie, I do protest. And here I am a drowning mess. So all those things you said to me? Where they just lies out of pity? So all those things you said to me? Or am I lost in salty waves? Yes I know my future's grave. Or am I lost in salty waves?And now the panic in my head, when I should be tucked up in your bed, reels and reels right here instead.I'm going down, a sinking ship, funny what name drips off my lips. It is not God, or Angles plenty, or even that I'm just damn ready To let go of the hell and the lies. I'm wishing for your gentle eyes. Or at least the way they always seemed, but perhaps that's just this salty dream. I have no clue what I'm to do! A drowning hopeless mess, for you-- think it's cute, and oh so funny, but here's the bitter truth now honey. I'm going down. There is no help. I can't be saved by God himself. I put my life, my whole world of trust, and you've thrown it away for lust. Well what the hell's a girl to do? I'm just so entranced by you!


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Storms

6/30/2014


One minute the seas are calm and steady,
the next I'm over board- not even ready.

I look kinda average- just a girl that you may see,
but if you glance within my eyes- terror will arise in thee.

For I am a stormy gale,
My lightening is a Fascination- to your coffin it's the nail.

With a single glimpse of my storm,
you'll be swimming in vivid nightmares- completely lorn.

I would run- if i were you,
So i don't get caught in my vast stormy brew.

So pass me by,
and go live your life! 


Details | Free verse | |

Flametip Riders

flametip riders
 
last call brass doll
suitcase in hand 
howling at empty rafts
fire consumed deck
tickling rain flaked boot lace

frozen slices of polar existence
hanging from great western ship gallows
spinning blind eyes in the technicolor night dream 

invisible fury shamanic invocations 
floating in a dark lonely bottle
seven charkras forty oms
military mantras blazing drones

starboard we toss the captains hind quarters
aging skeleton maps drawn by green phantom winds
lobbing lucifer’s cold shoulder as we blind dive for answers
through frosted airs to the warbling wobble beat wharf

tattoed tugboat arms toss frayed 
white flowers and free passes to afterlife’s
comfort lounge


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Illumined Tapestry

Circled light from angels' faces dawning
traces the darkening way all feet must tread,
reflecting forgotten silhouettes on rain wet streets.

Old city lights beam bright pathways through the gloom,
resplendent pools shimmering luminous enchantment,
mirroring tear washed memories of distant pasts.

Buried beneath regret-slick brick roadways,
specters gather round glowing gas lamps--
modern street lights' ancestral flames--
ghost lovers lingering in shining orbed dreams, remembering . . .
trembling vaporous fingers tracing love across softly illumined faces.

So linked in melancholic splendor, lovers old and new,
ply life's sacred needle, stitching the golden tapestry.

TARNDAI

October 1, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
Find the Puzzle contest
Nette Onclaud, sponsor


Details | Free verse | |

Free Fallin'

My desicion was made. I wouldn't allow myself to be controlled. If that makes me a rebel, then let it be. I'm a Rebel. At least I can Make my own choices now. I can love and care about others. "You are here by stripped from your wings." Then it was like someone had bound my wings and pushed me off a cliff. it felt like forever. til finally i reach the ground. When i hit, it felt like everybone in my wings had shattered. I had fallen. and It hurt so bad. but it was worth it.


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The Neverending Song

I’m in the middle of a furnace and I'm frozen to the bone 
This wasn’t what was promised; never felt this so alone!
I’ve inherited a kingdom from a corpse  upon a throne 
this wasn’t what was promised; is this the way I must atone?
  
I’m holed up in a castle trebuchet approach the walls; 
this  wasn’t what was promised; can’t take those fiery balls! 
I’m lookin’ into the future but I don’t seem to be around-
 don’t make any plans or promises; soon we’ll  meet  underground
 
I’ve got a candle
in a darkened room
but no means to light it 
this wasn’t what was promised  this is not what I was told
 
I’m clinging to a 
capsize  without the
strength to right it  
 this wasn’t what was promised  this is not what I was told
 
I’m stalked by an
Un-named beast – don’t
 know if I can fight it 
 this wasn’t what was promised  this is not what I was told
 
I’m offered a sweet
sweet apple but I know
I shouldn’t bite it 
 this wasn’t what was promised  this is not what I was told
 
There’s a poem that says
much more than its words
no-one can ever write it 
this wasn’t what was promised  this is not what I was told
 
I’m sailing 'round an
 island of hope without
 the eyes to sight it   
this wasn’t what was promised  this is not what I was told
 
 I’m facing demons
in a labyrinth without
the faith to smite’em  
 this wasn’t what was promised  this is not what I was told 


I turn my eyes from
a luring minx though
I know it’d be delightful  
 this wasn’t what was promised  this is not what I was told
 
Wanderin' lost in the
Garden of Soul and it’s never
once been insightful  
 this wasn’t what was promised  this is not what I was told
 
Standing naked in a
blizzard and my skin
is boiling somethin’ frightful  
 this wasn’t what was promised  this is not what I was told


Details | Ballad | |

Time

Time is near me, it's within me, it surrounds me, it raps me in it's motherly loving 
arms, it cuddles me, it squeezes me so tight that it makes me feel save, nothing 
could ever hurt me.

It gives me time, the time I need to heel to repear and prepear from all the cruel 
things I've witnessed, beyond my wildest dreams. It helps me to not be ashamed 
of the person I really am deep inside and when things are just too much to 
handle, I escape reality and go into a dream world, my dream world, the one it 
supplies for me.

It gives me my wings to fly, and then when I least expect it, it crawls next to me in 
my bed and rips me out of my deep slumber and bashes my head in against the 
walls of my non-spoken tears.

It rapes me with all the wrong doing I've done, it stabs me in the back with 
sorrows and sadness, it breaks my bones with lies and deception, it burns my 
very existence with hatred and then it rips my bleeding heart and feeds it to the 
deepest darkest hence men of hades, god of the underworld and throws my 
naked self, my bruised soul on the cold dark floor of the hidden away childish 
fears and leaves me to die.


And when it's all over, after all the bad things that could happen, happened thats 
when he comes back to pick me up, dust the durt off of me and pretends like 
nothing had ever happened. He holds me once more and all hatred, all the 
hostility turns to trust...


Details | Lyric | |

I Had A Dream

                


                                          I had a dream. Oh, I had a dream,
                                          I sat in a chair of despair thinking
                                       Of the love and memory of my mother.
                  In my dream I built a stairway to heaven with tears to hug her.
                            Halfway, without a sound or word in the silent skies
                                             an angel appeared unto me.
                                          It was a precious and beautiful sight.

            "Oh!" I said, "could you ask God for me, to cross a rose and lilac together,
             to create a bush with large clusters of white, pink, and purple flowers,
                                                  with fragrance of memory,
                     and give it long green stems so it can stand free and gracefully?
                          Also, ask him to give it a name, a special name, 'Kollock ',
                             and let it represent never forgotten love and memories?"

                                             In my dream God did this for me, 
                                    and gave it to my mother as a gift from me.

                                                                    by
                                                            Jay Johnson


Details | I do not know? | |

SET ME FREE

A ghost train traveled through my dream last night.
That lonesome whistle brought chilling fright.
Warnings from death was it's constant endeavor.
Hearing mournful cries of souls, trapped there forever.

Running in fear, gaining no ground, heart racing,
Praying for salvation, freedom from this fate, now facing.
Memories, regrets, flashing with speed, forgive the haunted soul.
Lord please wake me from this nightmare, dark as the devils show.

The track runs on in constant rhythm, taking the unworthy in.
Lives in shambles, wrought threw foolishness and sin.
Oh morning come, let this train pass me by, leave me be.
I hear the message, change will come, it will set me free.

A ghost train traveled through my dream last night.
That lonesome whistle brought chilling fright.
Warnings from death was it's constant endeavor.
Hearing mournful cries of souls, trapped there forever.

DOREEN CYR
OCTOBER 17,2010


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Lost Confessions

Lost between Heaven and Hell, battlements of my spirit and mind, Raptures me into 
the new day, but delivers me in the darkness of night. I argue within my mind, that 
shall wither it blind, randomly I search for the meaning that enhances the light. I 
wander through the ailment that haunts me so. Small amounts of peace keep me 
driving onward, though I feel no glow. In-between both I am haunted with one 
sight, Glimpse of the dream I hold so dear, with massive amounts of fear, my 
menacing fantasy keeps me on my fight. Each week that passes seems as everyone 
that fell before.
My soul knows my end is of a different kind, knowing the sin that I carry each night 
and the penance that I must endure. My destiny is not what I see, But is what I 
deeply ignore. Lost between Heaven and Hell, My soul cannot sell, this torment, I 
speak is a different form I break, Not just any ordinary sin, I have no-where to begin.
No end to reach, my darkness seeks light, though there is no realization to teach. I 
am haunted by the past that lonely night that seizes, though it pleases me ,but no 
other can live in the desire that I speak here and now, Others have traveled this 
road without any dark temptation, though I would lose all interpretation, with great 
litigation. Lost now and forever my dream, forgotten almost it may seem. Distant 
calls engorge my thoughts, memories chase my spirit, and lust envelops my soul, 
into the realm betwixt Heaven and Hell. My dream I shall bury, my destiny, I shall 
marry within my mind and spirit. These darkened nights shall grab the bright days 
down into the mishap of grace. I will council each cheerful day and plant a smile on 
my face. However, the agony shall drive my heart to a stainless hollowness of 
discomfort my continued dream shall live on and inhabit this shell. This shell 
someday shall wither away; there will be nothing left to tell.


Written for

Sponsor Catie Lindsey 
Contest Name Dark Prose 


Details | Free verse | |

Untitled Dover Beach

Death is the thing with feathered wings
Here on these rocky Dover cliffs
Against which breaks perpetual wave upon wave
    Melting away this earth-stone base
    Atop which rests the sky


Sleepwalkers, walking with lead-laden feet
They dream only of falling, falling
Let us, love, dream of one another
    Beneath the white gulls crying
    And the moon-tides dying


Details | I do not know? | |

Ghost

Every night I walk my grave,
Thinking thoughts that weren't ever made.
Lost in the darkness
My soul shall lie,
For I have not yet said goodbye.
Ever so certain that day would come;
When laughter, joy and happiness comes
My heart was broken in anger and pain,
For I no longer live in vain.
My broken dream shall mend no more,
For in pain and agony that I shall go.
My bones lay crumbled as dust and ash,
My memories no longer live with them.
My days are over and i'm gone,
And I shall only dream to be born...


Details | Rhyme | |

THE HANGMAN

The pay is good. The world's abrim
With men in need of dying.
Though being shunned confounds him
Some, he's past the point of trying.

Unwelcome in their church, he prays
Alone for his deliverance,
But can't recall the magic phrase
To jimmy open God's forgiveness.

He looks sidelong at all their locks,
the doors he may not enter.
And ponders hard the paradox
Of circles with no center.

The citizens avert their eyes
From him at obtuse angles.
Preserving thus in their surmise
Safe distance from the throats he strangles.

He feels no need to hide his face.
He does the work as bidden.
Yet yearns to feel the touch of grace,
Which seems perversely hidden.

The man sleeps heavy on his farm.
He's valiant in a world unkempt,
Where every breed of villain swarms.
The hangman dreams his hands are hemp.


Details | Blank verse | |

Thank You For Hearing Me

Sometimes, alone I leave this place,
My eyes, I travel the darkness.
Time in fluorescence burst about me,
Forward and on, I surge forcefully through.

When asleep I slowly awake
And find myself a long way from here.
Softly, my feet are placed again on land,
To tread where once they roamed free.

Greeted I am by old friends and kin,
Together we feast and then I walk to her. 
Beneath the blanket she sews we lie,
Together we are warm and giving once again.

If this be some form of evil trickery,
That takes me there or pulls me away.
I feel useless to resist her power,
Useless yes, but also I find unwilling.

Some say, she was guided by my light,
The light that shined as a child.
That light has dimmed now I am a man,
Yet she is still there in shadows, waiting.


Details | Rhyme | |

Daunting

 
We spoke once of our ending life But never thought of it more until we found Haunting, daunting, flaunting around; Shadows dancing before our eyes, Laughing as they planned my demise. Passing you with smiles, they settle upon me Passing you un-subliminally To kill me? But the kiss they leave upon my cheek Withers with a simple slither, A mark of death? My knees grow wiltingly weak. And the stupor of silence you speak of is amiss In the daunting, dark abyss We've heard of since we were children. We’re frozen. In the darkening clouds, before the darkening sun We know it’s begun When the raven cucaws behind us.


Details | Free verse | |

Embracing The Darkness

The phases of the moon block out your platoon. The ember’s in the sky, burn up in your eye. Let the emerald die, leap high into the shifting sands of time. Drift back to the moment; when the giants walked on by, and embrace the darkness; let the blood drip from your eye. Share the laughter with the lions, and plead for blood shed and carnage. I walk into the clouds and soar above the eagles flying. I walk in the garden and cut down the tree of life. We are the elevated assassin’s, cling to the shadows. We are the exalted Assassin’s, cling to the shadows. Beast destroy the master, fiend dispatch the sovereign. Shadows hide me, the darkness is my friend… oblivion take away the fire, shadows light my desire for the darkness… the dream shall never end.


Details | I do not know? | |

Elixer

          Elixer
Sometime ago when you were bold
you dreamt your dream of earthly fare
expecting your life would unfold
and show you what was waiting there
       anticipating what's unreal
        as part of lifes endearing deal.

Have you not guessed all life's the dream
from softer sleep than we should know?
Nothing is quite as it might seem
as it's observed from here below,
        and all our plans that go amiss
         fail in the light of failings bliss.

better lost, our hearts desire,
than be the slave to life or love
no matter that it burns a fire
nor that it's what we're dreaming of;
         we have to take this costly pause
          and so we lose what never was.

What's left is life that goes unkissed,
as we dream on, and search in vain
for something we just might have missed
that adds to years, and all our pain;
        a pill for death, that keeps us deep
         into the dream of life we sleep.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet


Details | Free verse | |

Monster In Love

A beast was told to protect a girl
The moment he saw his assignment
He fell in love with her instantly
But it was no use whatsoever
For it is forbidden to love a human
If anyone found out he will be killed
So he let it go and did his job

He kept an eye on her everyday
And he often saved her from situations
That had nearly killed her
At night he would sit by her bedside
And he watched her dream pleasent dreams
Always making sure she's comfortable

One night he did what no other dark angel should do
He entered the girl's dream so she could meet him
At first she was frightened at his image
But then as she got to know him she too fell in love
They were so happy it felt like nothing could go wrong
But they were soon discovered by the beast's master


The beast begged to his master to let the girl into the lost world
He told the master that they're in love and they want to get married
But the master was too dissapointed at his top protector
The beast turned to the girl and spoke "I will always love you no matter what."
The master was so disgusted at the angel's behavior and destroyed him
The girl woke up crying later that morning and got up to get dressed


Details | Rhyme | |

The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


Details | Lyric | |

fantasy

It annoys me
Thinking
Crying
I hate you
I don't like that gift
Take it back
You know what he wants
But you don't know I i want
You spend all your money on him
And spend only ten bucks on me
I gave up on Christmas
Because Santa wasn't real
We look up to him like a god
And that I don't accept
I don't believe in religion
Or in creations of Disney
I do not believe that Santa will show up
I don't believe god will show up
All these stories told by mankind
Are fake.
That's the end of Christmas
How about we live in real life
Instead of living in a fantasy


Details | Rhyme | |

The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


Details | I do not know? | |

Monsieur L'Vampyre - Les Emotion

   MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE - Lés Emotion
My time flows like the Seine down to the sea
except there is no ocean ending me
and like a river I must keep
emotion 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 those I have seen,
whom I have loved, and places I have been,
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 the doylestown poet


Details | Verse | |

angry for GAZA

Yesterday in GAZA 
  
I saw a mother's tears 
  
About his family martyrs 
  
You don't know how I felt 
  
I thought I'll kill myself 
  
I used to ask her (myself) 
  
How can I go there ? 
  
How can I help them ? 
  
Why am not I brave ? 
  
Especially this time 
  
Why am I so late ? 
  
Why do I stay behind ? 
  
My wall's shade 
  
I wanted to fight, didn't I ? 
  
Why am I scared from the fake ? 
  
Sons of Zion, the wrongdoers by their crimes 
  
This is a big mistake 
  
How can I go ? 
  
In order to show 
  
To all this world 
  
How I shall swallow 
  
This Israel, like the pea 
  
Mix it with the peach 
  
I'm not joking here 
  
It's just I wanna volunteer 
  
By everything I've, even it's my ears


Details | Free verse | |

Poverty grows

Poverty.
Hardship and suffering
all behind society's eyes
raised by the ghetto
slums cracked lights out
scavenges for life
its gone. 
The same face in all places
no father figures
can't support, gone
moms fiend for crack
the silent killer
hard to take, reality hurts
the youngest
nothing lives within him
unloved, felt like a colorless weed
wants to develop
a beautiful rose
society wont let
its a cruel world
only the streets
resist the temptations.
Death laid outside his doorstep
waiting to grab the innocent beneath 
Gang life sleeps in his thoughts
trying to fight the opposition
a deadly current war.
Getting older
need to make ends meat  
but how, never given a chance
selling drugs only option 
need to feed his children
and in his mind
nobody cares
people just stare.
Treated as the fungus of earth
and all this money
soldiers dying, the devils agreement
army of weeds, never stop regrowing
power making more poverty
not spent on the poor
only used for wars
its sad.
A war on drugs
to fight them off
but they made them
dirty tricks, crooked 
and deceived
and still we don't change this
mankind has the say
not the rich.
Children screaming, not heard
tears not felt
like a raindrop with no splat
it always keeps raining
in his eyes.
People so caught up in the power
like a wolf fighting for its food
wraps around the minds 
changing ambition to greed
Just share 
then i think things would be fair
for all the bad acts
its countless.
Going through his mind 
all the times he cried
number of life's he lost
early deceased
in the penitentiary
trapped left to die
a fly under a glass.
Certain peoples cause
an act with no redemption 
soon to burn in hell
tried to deceive us
saying they were against us
causing pains and misery.
A secret war
an epidemic
propaganda in its finest form 
defying the innocent
minds controlled 
eyes turned, no notice
no justice.
It goes on and keeps on growing.


Details | Rhyme | |

touch the glass

My reflection,
Drenched in red,
Is an illusion,
In my head?

Could this be real
Or just a trick,
Blood makes the floors,
Really slick,

So if I trip,
And hit the glass,
The stain will smear,
As my fingers pass,

A bloody mess,
Is what this is,
But no one can hear me,
Ask what gives?


Details | ABC | |

A lonely dream

Once upon a time there was a dream
And the dream found a lonely man
And the man started to dream
And he was happy
But the dream was too big to fit into man's life.

Once upon a time there was a dream that never finished.

Once upon a time there was a lonely dream
Without a dreamer.

Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved


Details | Rhyme | |

The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


Details | Rhyme | |

I dream that Mom is still alive

Sometimes I dream that Mom is still alive.
I wanted her to get better but she didn't survive.
When I learned that she was going to die, it made me mad.
Some of my dreams about Mom are good but some are bad.
In some of my dreams, Mom and I have verbal fights.
When she was alive, we were very close, we were tight.
When she died, the world ended or at least that was how it seemed.
I no longer have Mom in real life but I still have her in my dreams.

[Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013.]


Details | Free verse | |

The Somniloquist

Time passes…
And things are left with no traces—
Be it a dream confusion in a cold forgetful night,
Sneaking and trespassing on an ancient boyish fright,
Or an old man mourning the pride
Of a brightly hidden straightforward sight?

You don’t know! Perhaps you taught yourself how to know— 
To walk asleep like all these men and women…
While your eyes are still wide open. But...,
Still you don’t know how they pass away,
How they live the night and sleep the day
When— from height to height they heavily bounce on each other,
You— from low to low sound no bother.

But..., who are you? Who am I talking to?
I think I am losing control over you
I feel like losing control over you…
Over the whole world and over myself, too;
And I don’t feel or dare any more.

Perhaps— the only thing I still care about is your eyes.
Are they closed? Maybe open?
Probably, both of your eyes are watchfully open.
But… What if there is only one eye open? 
Would it be the right one or- the next?
And… What if both of your eyes are not open… closed?
How would they be- your colourless life and tree?

My mind is telling me that my eyes are open—
The two of them are widely open and free..., though
My heart’s palpitating corpse is whirling into my deafen’d ears its stormy wind,
Bleeding all silence and healing all fiend,
Telling me…
That my eyes have always been open— carefully open, 
Yet in my pink-painted dreams.



Details | Rhyme | |

The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


Details | Quatrain | |

Free From Critics Quake

Dreaming of my art in a museum somewhere.
A bounty of ideas displayed from my heart.
Bold colors combined with unusual flair.
A vision, a feeling, fresh art I impart.

Year upon year painstakingly practicing,
Until ideas unfold and talents increase,
Speckles and flings, various stokes in full swing.
Fantasy envisions another showpiece.

Oh success, that monolith of the art world,
Access more political than brains can bare.
Paintings, are rolled up and upon a shelf hurled
With thoughts that someday when I’m dead, folks might care.

A plethora of dreams comes racing to mind. 
Perhaps, I should hide them in a secret cave.
Secured in a vault meant for someone to find.
Centuries later perchance people will rave.

Now, in my hovel of a studio curled.
That place in the woodlands where I love to be,
My greenbrier Zareba, hidden from the world
Where the soul of this artist just God can see.

Transparent hopes cast upon an opaque past.
Admirable paintings free from critics quake.
Then, what was worthless may have value at last.
Living for lauds only after my death’s wake.

ã February 13, 2014
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Dreams 	
Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton


Details | Free verse | |

A Stone I Died

A stone I died and rose again a plant A plant I died and rose again as an animal, I died an animal and was born a man, Why should I fear?What have I lost by death?
-Mewlana Rumi


Details | I do not know? | |

Beside you


I see you resting in a blanket of haze.

Suddenly Im here, beside you.

With a cluster of wilted flowers at her feet a willow weeps before us.

Her tears fall to the earth, her wails race through my hair.

My heart plays drums, yours sits in silence.

You will never hear me and a sound may not escape me,

but you will always listen.

I taste the sea upon my lips as I try to say good bye.

I place a fresh rose amongst those that wilt in sorrow.

A kiss in the wind

The drums miss a beat.

The willow weeps behind me.


Details | Acrostic | |

Violent Dreams

Let your body take over and your mind escape 
welcome to the darkness of sleepless fate, 
Walking on the clouds with people you admire 
your soul is a plan with the darkest desire, 
Fighting the awakeness is pain passing time 
your soul is a dream released by your mind, 
A place across the ocean where dreams never end 
once you let go the vanishing begins, 
Sealed eyes wide, caught up in a moment 
your spirit leaves free as your body stays lonely, 
Reach the dark side where voices are unheard 
where the good and the evil get what they deserve, 
I'm never going back, my time is to stay 
my spirit drifts away as the voices fade, 
Closer and closer the immortal calling 
my body awakes as my spirit keeps falling, 
Till I get the hint my time is forever 
I'm never going back to the ones that I treasure, 
I'm stuck in a dream caused by violence 
In a wide wooded bed living with the silence. 



Details | Free verse | |

Stolen Night

Rain befall and sun scourge me 
I am left without shade to protect me
Amidst thousands yet lonely
Death pierces my heart and seized my right kidney
Half death yet living 
Million tear false on graved soul
How I wish she stay in my hand
Accident took her away unaware

My soul craved for her presence
Eyes shine bright at midnight
Spontaneous flow of heartfelt expression awake memory
I am king whom am I without a queen
I am a king whom am I without a crown 
I am a king whom am I without a throne
My kingdom shall forever reign in her heart
A million kisses fall on our lips yet hunger for more
Her lips is as succulent as breast
Tastes of her lips keep me awake
Her hugs warm my heart more than black coffee
To hell with sleep
Her boo clap to the rhythms of my heart
After all was said and done bed turned rumpled
Its 8a.m
Call hopped in from boss
Gust what happen?
You’re fired
I awake unto reality
Then I realized how much I missed my girl as it was all dream


Details | I do not know? | |

my morbid fairytale

"I Guess Mama warned that there'd be days like this,"
but what she had failed to mention was,
Its really just some deep abyss.
Swirling,
Black,
Devoid of any bliss.
Just a Cyst,
Never letting you forget,
Everything that you have missed.
The Devils kiss,(or dead mans hand)


"Ill tell you a story children,"
If you promise not to cry,
For this is my tradigic tale,
A Modern Lullaby.
About a girl so unhappy,
She just really longed to die.
But its ok Baby,
No need to shed no tears,
She wont be missed by anyone,
there's no one that thought her dear.


"Cause' in this life there are no fairytales,"
No "Happily Ever After"
There are:
 No Dukes,
OR Dwarfs,
Or talking Mirrors,
there's no one to come and save you.


Now eat your apple,Deary,
Cause' the woodsmans on his way,
with nary a fairygod parent to come stand and block his way.
Cause' last I heard your prince got lost,
while riding in the wood,
but its ok,
at Grandma's house,
He met some new girl..with a hood.


"You Need your rest now Sleeping Beauty,"
For the clock is striking 12,
And No dream can last forever,
Like the prophecy fore-told. 
Cause mice cant pull a carriage,
And all step-parents are right,
And shoe's made out of glass...
Come On!
"You really thought they'd last the night?!?"


"So go ahead and dream someday,"
your prince will surly come,
While I'll stay awake in the real world,
and know such thoughts are dumb. 
Written by-Erin Anderson


Details | Haiku | |

Forever Quiet with the Shadow of Black Noise

one day i shall sleep
My body still ,had been reaped
cold..., silent..., nothing?


Details | Rhyme | |

The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


Details | I do not know? | |

It happened

I go to sleep, to dream of you 
I didn't have a clue 
I think of that night 
it was so bright 
Tanner, Drake, and Drew to 
who would have knew? 
that guy I liked 
held me tight 
we danced and laughed 
it was your special craft 
you danced 
you took off your pants 
on the table 
they gave you that lable 
we were so drunk 
Tanner was such a hunk 
You said 'Come on, Chay, lets go" 
I dream that I say "No" 
thats not true though I said "Yes" 
You did't even second guess 
we got in your car 
and went to a bar 
they didn't check if we were 21 
that guy called you hunny bunn 
He bought us drinks 
you puked in the sink 
we left there 
we didnt care 
he didn't see the red 
you bled 
It was everywhere 
now your nowhere 
you are dead 
yes thats what I said


Details | Light Poetry | |

temen ni gru

house or playground which you choose
where demons play and scream, let loose
still holy in the eyes of some
it seems i am the only one

to climb the spiral stair around
though farther up, your going down
and though you feel secure, you fall
youre paranoia climbs the walls

your youth is fading..close your eyes.
and supple skin feels youre demise 
as once strong bones begin to break
your mortal soul, its price it takes.

the only man who stayed alive
but long enough to see the sky
and taste the wondrous air again
and say to it "hello my friend."

the world below me sprawling round
in blotches formed of green and brown
i found no beauty in any of this
no love, no life, no happiness, bliss.

all i saw was filth, decay
normally i dont think that way
but i climbed down, and got my legs
i felt much better..not as dead

walking back from whence i came
i shook my head and smiled again
never did i go again
because you see my dearest friend

what is life when all is filth?
all you have is knowledge. wealth.
all is beautiful. dont you see?
all is beautiful...you, and me.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


Details | Rhyme | |

The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


Details | Rhyme | |

The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


Details | Lyric | |

Blue

Dreams fade,
Minds trade.
Little late,
I'm awake.

See faith,
More mace.
Can't you see,
That I can't bleed?

Hey,
Why don't you listen for a minute?
Even if I have a little fit.
Why don't you listen for a minute?
Come on listen you little shit.

My dreams died,
When they got fried.
My mind was traded,
Because I was the one hated.
Even though I was a little late,
Couldn't you see I'm awake?
And if only dreams came true,
I would have you.
But since my dreams are under a shoe,
I am blue.

Take me for consideration.
I have done a lot to earn that blessin'.
Take me for consideration.
Please break the tradition.

I can't see anymore.
Every time I sleep, I hit the floor.
I can't feel the real anymore.
Only the sadness consumes me though.

Hey,
Why don't you listen for a minute?
Even if I have a little fit.
Why don't you listen for a minute?
Come on listen you little shit.

My dreams died,
When they got fried.
My mind was traded,
Because I was the one hated.
Even though I was a little late,
Couldn't you see I'm awake?
And if only dreams came true,
I would have you.
But since my dreams are under a shoe,
I am blue.

All the hard work,
All the sick faces,
All the late nights,
All the covered traces.

All the ripped jeans,
All the skipped truances,
All the scorning thieves,
My dreams are in ruins.

Hey, (hey)
Why don't you listen for a minute? (listen for a minute)
Even if I have a little fit. (I have little fits)
Why don't you listen for a minute? (listen for a minute)
Come on listen you little shit. (you are full of shit)

Hey, (hey)
Why don't you listen for a minute? (listen for a minute)
Even if I have a little fit. (I have little fits)
Why don't you listen for a minute? (listen for a minute)
Come on listen you little shit. (you are full of shit)

Bitch please.

My dreams died, (they were fried)
My mind was traded, (I was the one they hated)
Even though I was a little late, (I am still awake)
And if only dreams came true, (I am still awake)
I would have you. (I am still awake)
But since my dreams are under a shoe, (I am still awake)
I am blue. (You're a little fake)


Details | Rhyme | |

The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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For M.A.S.

I watch the calm water ebb and flow 
Like time trickling at my naked, tired feet
I feel the passing of things I know
And my heart is bereft with love's defeat
You felt the tug of the wind and left me
Before I was willing to let you go
And there is only a brown stain to show
An empty carpet gaping up at me.

Mikhail, again and again I dream
If only I had done this, or that way
Think, or day light gave me just a gleam
Of your fate that I could cause disarray
To whatever purpose made this divide
And made a father suddenly so gray
And dim the light of hope's forever day
While sorrow ebbs and flows with gall and tide

My son, my son, deaf the ears of life
And mute eternity when now I call
How sharp in me turn and turn the knife
How helplessly a young fruit may fall
And leave a barren tree, or gnarled my heart
Most of all, with all your rich prospects gone
Nor any to replace you, my dark dawn
Begets the thorn and life just falls apart.

So the little scholar is no more
My science genius, my business star
No longer races me to the shore
Or play here, or write the healing of scar
And shame against a race most noble name
Like morning mist vanishes with the sun
Or grass or flower when their time is done
So went you from me, and I'm not the same.

Your heart was my heart and we were one
You were my only castle against the cold
Your dream was my dream, you were my son
The giver of mirth to the fractured fold
You made the world believe, and love endure
What right that death should take a life so young
Or fate keep silence now with barren tongue
Or we no better than leaves I stand among?

Did God breathe breath in dust just for this
That I once born forever dies, and dead
Cancel his purpose, do we exist
Like a game played, like a bright dream fled
Which neither reason nor scheme can recall
And like the leaves that shrine my dusty feet
Forget you only when I rot complete
Or must we pass before to hear his call?

Death is so vulgar, death is so rude
Death is so brutal and parting us vile
To dare on our sweetest times intrude
And make us common mulch in common soil
Even my boy, my pride, my joy aflame
The one at trumpet blow I wait to see
Death took you, and nothing shall comfort me
Except to hear the angel call your name.  


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Life

This is the second poem I have ever written, I was nine or ten.


The love caused me pain
I’m no longer able to breathe
My bleeding soul
My enclosed throat
My blood-shot eyes
My dying words
All seem to fade away
I love to sing
I loved to laugh
I loved to love
Now they are no more
I have no sang in three years
I do not think I even can…
I try to laugh….
But it turns into a broken sob
I tried to love
But I just wreaked pain
Over and over…and over again
Can a broken soul ever heal?
No, I do not think so
Can a hollow voice ever have life?
No, not that either
Can a dead love be born again?
No
Life ends like it begins
We start out crying and frightened
We die crying and frightened
Life is a cruel joke
We all die at the end
Why be immortal?
Only those whom hate life get to forever live it
Fighting the whole time, crying
Crying for death
Because death is when memory is gone
We come back crying
There is a threat that in the end will win
No circles will save us
No praying will help
This threat has no compassion
Has no soul
Will kill many
And birth more
It has no mercy
Harbors no soul
It is here for one thing
And one thing alone
To kill us all
This great threat goes by one name
Life
The thing that few know is not a friend, a blessing
But is a threat, an enemy
This is one fight not many can win
Most will die
But a few can cheat death
Maybe even life
But that is up to you….
My choice? 
I will cheat death and survive life…



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the whole thing

life death and in between
all is hard if not seen
hurt is there to bring you down
 love to lift you up both take your feet off ground
never knowing what waits next for you
woundering if his feeling are true


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The dream

The sky
The roots
Forbidden fruits

The cry 
The lust
The flesh is dust

The rope
We grope
As we sink in deep

The grip
Will slip
As we slide into sleep

The dream
The scream
As we fall in our sleep

From the sky
To the roots
Like falling fruits

The babies cry
Made in lust
Yet is made 
from earthly dust

The end will come
The dust returns
As wood to ash
The fire burns


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Fracta Anima

Maybe instead of life
Maybe I’m the joke.
Maybe I stopped mattering,
So why does this matter?

The shattered pain in my eyes,
Mirrors that reflect only you.
Do you see the cracked smile;
Your laughter is a dagger to my soul.

The frustration is a merry-go-round;
I might fall off and die.
The pain is rotten, a corpse
Twisted all around my heart.

Tears are uncountable, endless
Crying at night but still more.
Oh, the despair in my soul!
I long only for joy, please,
Is that just too much to ask?

Those beautiful dreams are ruined,
Why on earth were they given?
Was it all my fault or maybe
No one’s fault, just life,
The joke that is me.

The cuts will scar, as always
Yet can’t you see them,
Or maybe you refuse to.
The outside cuts are nothing
Compared to my heart, ruined,
Destroyed by far too many hopes.

My trust, shattered like glass
And lying in the wasteland,
My bitter tears are the oasis.

Tired, yet no sleep is found here,
So many questions in my mind,
My heart can’t ask you again.

I’m sorry, oh the mistakes made,
And there will be so many more.

I am hollow, a container of sorrow,
Of lifeless, wingless dreams, so frail.
The hot fire mixes with it,
The anger that is me and my mind,
Questioning, screaming and so unhappy.

Delusions are my safe, happy place;
I only wanted love.


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LIFE IS JUST A DREAM

Feel happy and enjoy life 
Passed the time in fun
Eyes opened, the dream's broken
All those moments are gone


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Voices from the past

I can hear voices
 Voices from the past
 But, only when I’m driving
 When I’m driving fast
 
“It’s the wind”, said the doctor
 “Or a breech in a seal”
 “Go home and put your feet up”
 “Or go out for a meal”
 
So, I took the doctor’s advice
 And intended to go home
 I buckled up my seatbelt
 Switched off my mobile phone
 
Then I turned the ignition
 This made the engine roar
 But, as I started driving
 The voices came once more
 
I could hear the voices
 Couldn’t tell what they were saying
 So, I put my foot down
 The car started swaying
 
Suddenly, I hear them clearly
 These voices from the past
 They say “climb up from the wreckage”
 “And join us at long last”


Details | I do not know? | |

Rockstar



Sex drugs and rock n' roll,
a rockers lifestyle may seem
the way to go.

You would
think they're worth their
weight in gold, yet gold can
be melted and poured away.

A rockers lifestyle may lead
to his own doomsday


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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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A Dream of How She Almost Died

Lately I do not know what it even means to dream.
In my youth I saw a vision,
But this life is not the one I'd seen.
So much hope for that future,
And all it had to offer.
I knew one day I'd reach the top,
But along the way I'd surely suffer.
I knew the contents of the safe,
But it appears I've lost the combination

She looks so graceful,
In every way she moves.
A free spirit dancing,
Beneath the summer moon.
A prisoner by day,
To such a fragile train of thought.
Tortured as a youth,
Regrets of innocence once lost.

Mixing shards of glass inside a vial of bitter poison.
A choice to leave it all without a care or any reason.
Anything to run away and escape another changing season.

In so few years allowed to pass,
A couple burned so bright.
She could see a faint glimmer of that hope,
On the darkest dreary night.
Omit the one that seemed to be her last,
Aurora grabbed the bottle,
And swallowed it so fast.
Raising it up to see the emptiness inside.
Reminded of herself,
She took a breath and closed her eyes.

Waking to the sound of wind blowing through the tree's,
A perfect day to be alive.
She left her past beneath the Autumn leaves...


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Humming Bird Dreams

I smile as it seems to be,
 The wind came to play with me.
 For i lay in bed,
 Ill for what seems like forever.
 I cannot move or dance myself,
 So the wind and my dreams dance together.
 I watch as the humming birds made of lace,
 come alive before my eyes.
 I love to watch the sweet caress,
 Of the lacy blinds against the open glass.
 I love to watch as my dreams take me,
 Dancing me out my small window
 To the open land and tall trees,
 To the light in the skies,
 And the smell of the seas.
 I laugh as i slip away into my dreams,
 Now i can dance for myself.

-ARI


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I miss you

We see in black and  white colors 
You only want to taste your own flavors
 The angles our all of our saviors
You only have one chance it's a life-savor 
They're invisible but they do you favors 
Thee isn't there, but we all hear your prayers 
Unknown of your sorrows, because you have many layers 
You have no filter when angry, you burst into flares 
You hide and sprint away in darkness up-stairs 
Visually thinking to hard that no one cares.


Details | I do not know? | |

Own Little world

    I dream of a dank world where the fallen have flown to the ends of the universe to be
among the un born abominations who spin wild and free of social contraption. 
These are the fortunate ones of the lost and the chosen. 
But back here in the storm of absolute vacancy the Dark syndicates are free to choke the
ears of any who stray to close. 
Soldiers of the silent serenade. 
Trained in the art of apathy, they orchestrate the tides to the rhythm of our drowning
screams. 
To suffocate the source you must first pull back the flesh and disarm the harsh defenses
of the forgotten. 

    We can not stand on the fore front with out those who will fall before us. 
This is where we will fall...Where we will stand... 
And where the dead will find a place among the righteous. 
I saw this happen ounce before in a dream. But this...this is not that dream I had. 
No, This is the world where I live. 
A hard and cold place where we are smothered in the ashes of our own. 
Choking on splattered rain drops from Gods bloody tears. 

This is not my world! 
This is not a real world. 
No...NO! 
    
    A world can not possibly exists where the faces are diversified by only the scars of war. 
If we possess the pieces to the bullet holes in Fathers heart then why can't we help him? 
Chaos feeds into me. 
And I can no longer run. 
Hiding from some thing that is all ready hidden is like running from death its self and I
will have to choose soon. 
If wishes could be made then all I wish is for you to be true. 
To fall and be forgotten or to rise and burn in shame? 

    I seek not the reasons to the answers of why I must choose but hear from me this:
"I will neither fall nor rise for any man or any of his Gods!" 
Choice's are for choosing and I am here to choosing against your taking. 
I will choose my own future as well as make my own decisions. 

This is not up for discussion. 
This not up to you. 
This is me telling you what I will do. 
This right here, right now, is me orchestrating your screams in the fires of the fallen. 

You will die and tomorrow I will follow. 
This is the setting for the son of the Farther. 
From the Beginning and into the end of time this is the story of how we will fall and you
will follow.

(I'm not sure what type of poetry this would classify under and contrary to my earlier
preconceptions of how poetry is conceived I've just now come to realize that there is no
need to rhyme your words unless of course, as I used to do, you like to write that way.)


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Angel Dream

Last Night I Had a Dream
That I Went to Heaven
The Place Was More than Fine
It Was Really High, High, Steppin'

There I Met an Angel
That Asked Me Lots of Things
Like All the Things I Learned
What Knowledge Did I Bring

I Sat down and Faced Him
And I Looked Him in the Eye
I Told Him Everything I Learned
Before I Kissed this Life Good bye

I Said "I Really Don't like Lonely
It Causes Lots of Pain
And I Really Hated Dying
Because I Was Alone Again

I Also Don't like Lost Love 
I Lost an Extra Share
There Was No One for Me
I Died with No One There

And Then Before I Came Here
I Learned about True Love
Well, I Lost That Too
I Got No Help from up Above"

Then the Angel Told Me
Don't Be So Hard on You
Something You Forgot to Say
And this I Say for True

You Were Loved More than Most
But You Never Stopped to See
If You'd Only Noticed
But You Would Always Flee

Each Person That You Touched
Thought the World of You
You Shouldn't Put Yourself down So Much
Your Worth Was More than Two

When I Finally Woke up
I Had a Different View
Maybe I Would Be Okay
I Could Even like Me Too
 
August 16, 1992


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WHEN MEN VANQUISH MEN

Men and men are torn apart like withered roses cut from its gut,
Twain against each other to destroy and defend for yesterday's memory and 
tommorrow's dream,
Sanguine fluids on sodden hands suits the vehemence of their miasmatic souls,
Evil never ceasing to rend asunder until rare peace prevails perpetually,
Only then is the white flag raised high...

The ungarroted hearts of their unslayed passion write to fill blank pages,
The illusion of unspoken reflections tied with a yearning voice of freedom,
Unfolds a dream the tides of good will bring for the world beyond the laws of man,
While women bequest everlasting oaths and ode to the indestructible love of their
children,
Only then we are at peace just as grass fields flow with the wind...

The question of existence becomes certain on the facade of subterfuge and 
revenues of the hopeless,
Contumacious kings must configure and confide the paths of their people to 
protect and preserve,
Upon our eyes all exempt from the darkness of night, the day decides laud shall 
lead us on,
The night comes to give us rest and time to appreciate of what is now and what 
has been,
Only then to wake, rise, and see the morning sigh is the dream which has come
true...


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A Moment

Morning comes over the roof.
Beams of energy traveling the annals of time
A relentless journey to rest upon my face.
Subtle at first, like the sly fox in pursuit of the hen
Heat builds that burns the dew of a new day
Flowers stretch out their pastel arms
Picking atoms like pollen that stimulates the pistil
Refreshed, shaking off nights cool grasp
I am new, reborn, never to be heard or seen again
Like a child gleefully sliding down the snowy mountain
A grain has slipped thru its lustful form
Looking up, showered in kin
Reunited with deceased ancestors, death is accepted
Hark, in the distance where the sky meets earth
The soft glow of love breaks!


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Fear in the Dark

I’ve been here before
It’s not a new route
Holding the steering wheel
Clutch ready to boot
I stare into the distance
Barely reading the signs
But I’ve been here before
Are my eyes going blind?
I continue my path
And I trust my instincts
But my brain knows I’d be better off
Interpreting a sphinx
I’m rushing tonight
Because lives are at stake
My work is important 
I can not be late
The next road I travel 
Is darker than most
My headlights are on
Am I close to the coast?
Smoothly and quickly
My eyes now can see
The scariest image I could ever believe
I didn’t even feel 
The barricade break
Just the knot in my chest
As my heart started to ache
There’s no turning back now
I’m falling into the night
And all I can think is
I’m now turning off my light.


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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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Heaven Is Your New Home

As the sunrise shines upon my face
A tear drop falls from my eye
The warmth gives me comfort
I feel your presence
What else to represent you besides the sun
The most powerful source of energy in the sky
I look away, what do I see, 
The moon, opposite the sun
Look in between night and day, the clouds move in fast toward me 
It's mid day
Still you consume my entire mind
Your in my dreams; day and night
Our initials, P.M. A.M.; night and day, like our personalities, yet one. Opposites attract. 
Brother and sister, bestfriends at birth
No longer are you with me on Earth. 
My angel in the sky
Your new home is Heaven


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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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Nightmare - Freddy Krueger

You may cry
And the dead may rise
But my love for you
Can never die
The birds stopped singing
The river stopped running
All I hear 
Is the little children burning
How is it?
When the nights goes by
They all sing
They all cry
I hold my hand out
For you to take
But all you do
Is make it break
My eyes are bleeding out
My tears are going dry
You beat me
Till I die
My lips are trembling
I can not breathe
I’m going blind
Can not see
The hounds are howling
The children screaming
It’s a nightmare
Everyone is pleading
It’s time to wake up
But Death is with you
Will you survive?
Or does Freddy have you?



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green

Green
Color of 
grass
Always greener on the other 
Side
Or Is it?

Green 
The color of
Trees
In the woods
Where you become
Lost
Afraid

Creatures
Lurking in the darkness
Ready to pounce
At any opportune moment

Taking me down 
Into an endless
abyss


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Messenger from the Dead

Upon this read you shall grieve,
a curse granting you to believe.
With your religion as a master,
mine is a far greater disaster.

Troubled with a conflicted pain,
mentally restricted to restrain.
When I am gone it will be known,
my death threatens what you own.

This soul that I have up for trade,
greatest power in death to wage.
An act that is greater than god,
time itself will never be flawed.

As dreams will haunt with power,
the dead confront why you cower.
Now I sleep a ghostly damnation,
thus resting victims starvation.

Assured those I care cannot feel,
leaving memories that never heal.
I am a forgotten with desolation,
alas vengeance unto destruction.


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You and I and death

I'll be your every waking 
nightmare
every painstaking  dream if you 
let me and if i say please

I'll steal the breath right out of 
you  then I'll have to leave 
breaking every promise 
because you see my heart has 
long forgotten me

You'll hear my voice on high 
then on low whispering through 
dark hollows just for you to 
behold I dip my fingers into you 
pale white to the bone cold and 
seeking you softly sigh and as a 
tear hits your pillow you ask 
me why? and I say I don't 
know

It's you I have chosen 
you silly soft boy you let me in 
and now I'll never leave, you 
thought I was simply the girl of 
your dreams

You didn't see the rain in my 
eyes the ice in my veins 
couldn't feel the pain
and now I need you and your 
begging me to leave you

My lies no longer amuse you 
but when I tell the truth you 
cover your ears and I smile
I am the shadow by your heart 
your every thought you think of 
in your head the very thing that 
binds you together and the only 
thing that tears you apart I'll be 
here forever you and I and 
death who sits in the corner

So go back to bed you'll see me 
in the morning my dear.


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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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You Words

Gracious scars fade away
Thickness of love trailing
Speechless moments rewind
My arms shake of fear
Soon as your soul appeared
Dropping the sharp thing
Tears bomb my cheeks
As you held me
Lifting my face towards your eyes
This can’t be
Unexpected surprise
Heart races fast as time
Remembering the day you died
Hard to believe
You’re standing here in front of me
Holding my heart in your palms
Our love seems to be strong
Causing breaks with blades
Leads nowhere
Holding me tight
Kissing my lips deeply
Softly saying “Stop this foolishness
Babe, you’re better than this
Don’t throw away your passion
Don’t kill your dream
Keep it all
All for me”


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Silent Smile

The pain would not leave
It haunted me
Showing me what might have been
Taunting
Killing me with the images 
Of you
Tonight I have had enough
I am giving up
No longer can I take it
The pain of your absence
Tonight there is no moon
It is silent and black
My eyes are filled with tears
Tonight I will see you
Be in your arms
Feel your breath on my skin
Tonight I get to die

I smile to myself silently
As the coffin lid shuts.


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MY REALITY IS....

I open my eyes to see a life so unclear and untrue but
I still don’t quiet understand
because when my eyes are closed I’m in a fantasy and I see life
so clearly, but yet planned

I dream a dream of white roses as they lay on my bed
scented for my desire
but the reality is their thorns waiting to kill
on me like fire

I close my eyes to understand life and to see my heart smile
and safe
Coming back in reality my heart is ripped out of me as it
lies and shakes

My eyes are always closed because I’m scared to wake up to 
my own sins
I see in reality a good loving person, always has to lose
more to end up to win

I want my eyes shut because every things so clearer that way, no tears that way, 
fears that way, everyone will love me this way, I have no troubles that way
and it seems this way, I’m happy this way and the rest
of my dasy

My reality is… death



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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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The President's Nightmare

The President’s Nightmare

By Elton Camp

Although he was careful lest he should gloat,
The president told the death of an ugly old goat
Afterwards, he went to his chambers to sleep
And began to dream when his REM was deep

In his dream, Osama was captured, not killed
At first, the president was thoroughly thrilled
That day had been delayed for ten long years
Osama as a captive first put an end to his fears

He imagined what the consequences might be
It could be more horrible than he wanted to see
Almost as if he were actually very wide awake,
Mr. Obama mused, what direction will this take?

Will the man just sit in the martyrs’ chair?
Having now been captured may put him there
What developments can we expect to ensue?
Will acts of violence his imprisonment renew?

What if insistent demands for the zealot’s release
Are the price his followers demand for peace?
How many deaths of innocents would be enough
To decide that holding him is just far too tough?

Most likely bin Laden we will hold for a while
But how soon, if ever, will he be put on trial?
If convicted, what punishment will we decide?
Shall he be put to death or in prison long reside?

The president kept dreaming in utter dismay
He didn’t know what to the nation best to say
As he was about to give in to most total grief
Realizing ‘twas a dream gave him such relief


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'BISA' - what if

what if,
Earth is actually hell

what if,
in the Sun is the coldest 
place ever

what if,
each Day we wake-up 
blank, with no memories

what if,
what Mirrors reflect is false 
and unreal

what if,
Life is a dream

what if,
what the Future holds we 
know but this we cannot 
alter

what if,
the Winds are the hovering 
dead

what if,
the Dead are only stacked 
in their dreams and are 
tirelessly searching their 
way back

what if,
the Dead are rather alive

what if,
all Said is true

©Kofi Asokwa-Nkansah


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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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A Dream of Astral Death

Last night 
I dreamed in poetry
pacing through the streets 
In poured the heavens 
and darkness
I passed a girl walking opposite:
our eyes met but our lips laid sleeping 
I wondered how many times 
in my lonely life
I could have eluded being lonely
by just saying one word to a stranger in passing.

In deep thought, I glanced to the 
sea of heavens, stars, and distance
and witnessed the death of our planet by collision
In such a lonely death, 
I couldn't help but feel empowered.


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Ashes

The tinkling laughter echoes in
My inner mind, memories of
Things not yet, or ever to be,
Should darkness spawn more dark
And pain of deepest depth.
No endearing, tender little words
And names, no night lights
In the dark to chase the 
Monsters of the mind away;
The world will remain old
Without fresh, dear perspective.
My hopes and loved dreams
Are given up to the wind
While ashes rain around me
And a child dances away.


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Death and beyond

Sitting in the room
Holding hands
Listening to music
Seemingly 
The world is
Motionless peace,
Our five senses unable
To detect the fleeting nature
Of perception:
That's illusory and unreal

The bliss of friendship
Suddenly interrupted by
Blood curdling scream:
The neighbor
Killed her toddler by
Reversing the family car,
Normalcy replaced by 
The mayhem of sudden death:
Sirens, police and ambulance
Circled by the on looking 
Walking dead,
Conceptualizing perception:
That's illusory and unreal

When perception taken for granted,
Thought driven appearances
Became denser by the minute,
Setting sense life
Into concrete worldview,
Whilst the Truth of deathless
Heirs and Heiresses of 
The Most High:
Remains veiled by concept:
That's illusory and unreal


24/9/2014
Form: Free verse
Elizabeth-Dea Shanta
Contest: The Poet III by Gautami Phookan


Details | I do not know? | |

Have you ever

Have you ever  wondered 
What it would be like to kill

To stab stab stab
Feel them bleed against your skin

Ever wanted to shut them up
Not with tape, but with no tongue

Ever thought of how beautifully a knife cuts
Or how perfectly it would peel off skin

Ever wondered how blood gushed that wonderfully 
If you snipped snipped snipped

I dont have to wonder 
I've got my knife and it's looking for a kill.

By

Amanda Miller


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Ghostly Dream

My Mom's Been Gone a Long Time
Forever, So it Seems
And I Have No Way to Talk to Her
Except in Ghostly Dreams

Last Night While I Was Sleeping
She Decided to Stop by
I Guess She Thought I Needed Her
She Might Have Heard Me Cry

She Said I See You Haven't Changed Much
But You're Looking Very Nice
And I'm Very Proud to Know
You Took My Last Advice

You Finally Found Your True Love
But You Find Him Hard to Get
Just Remember One Thing
At Least You've Finally Met

Things Will Be All Right
It Will Work out for the Best
I'm Real Glad to Know this
Now I Can Finally Rest

Connie Moore
August 2, 1992


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Burn the Beauty

One does not own beauty,
One creates it,
In their dreams,
They feel that they can obtain it,
All alone, in a dark nights,
Rest,
All their thoughts...
Lifeless,
Cursed by change,
Hidden by lies,
Running from the truth,
Beauty now dies, 
They don't understand,
They don't really care,
Beauty now burns,
Smoke in the air,
Years go by,
And age seeps in,
Beauty's worn out,
Life is giving in,
Death creeps up,
Beauty now cries,
You're all alone,
In your beautiful lies!


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The sliders

watching my life on repeat
the perfect human i am
here to teach the angels about innocence
and train the souls for the game of cheat death
the muse of inspiration points many fingers at me
some subtle and some very obvious

ode to the girl who in my dreams
had an apartment in the sky
slide on over and guide holly
through all of her rough times
train her good
for the project at hand
i will call you six
you know who you are singing french in april

they spy me from afar
and know me inside out
my dear friend whose on the verge of sanity
needs a man made miracle to help her out
This tool comes in handy but i call you marbles now
you have an army of your own
i take control
and this puzzle is for you to figure out

such sweet songs of the blasphemous world
a serial killer poster of a girl
and now this show takes a hold
unknowingly humbling and helping my brother
i see you inspire such change to force the cornered to fight for freedom
and now you know much of the stairway to heaven
i will call you scope as i freshen my breath and look through the glass

my little sister
her life is taking shape
three days grace of notice
she just might become everything you love
and she is not your toy so dont take the bait
encourage all of her goals and dreams
help her find who she is growing to be
i will call you sox
and there will be much to learn from what you teach

my little brother
dont forget to sink the Pink
my memory lingers on yet the new day has dawned
and this man made angel psychic sidekick
i call slippers
is pulling such sweet strings

for anyone who knows me
an object to crave to be yours
plan to fail or be uninvited
and i call this guardian soap for she plays an important role through many of my 
hells

for those who dont know me
but we have an interaction
and your testing out this dream sea of conciousness to seek the truth
Our lady peace i call shells
will be working on those outside the sphere of influence
perhaps letting you in or building walls

i will need to slide
to fake my death and earn my prize
two sides slipping away and working together to plan to fail 
as i succeed
teaching amagic trick for the weaponry of the muse
in case this ever happens again

slide the note
the will of deaths vacation
and death by lottery scheme

this dream is governed by ten fingers plus one
when everything feels wrong
I call them shine



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Nightmare

The other day i had a dream about my boyfriend here it is….
	I called him and someone else answered the phone and said he killed himself.
  I stayed on the phone crying and the other person wanted me to go to his funeral.
 So I did and as soon as I saw him dead I woke up.
 I was crying and my dad said I was even crying in my sleep. 
 Then I guess I cried myself back to sleep but the next dream was worse. 
He was dead and I was with him when he put the gun to his head.
 I was screaming and telling him to stop but it was too late he shot himself.
 I grabbed him as he fell to the floor crying and holding him.
He had blood all over him I kissed his face even with the blood there. 
I laid right beside him until the ambulance got there.
 I woke up crying I thought it was all real.


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Street Chivalry (Part 2)

Shaken hand and pistol glimmer in the moonlight.

Forgive me God, for I am not right.

Cocked, locked, and loaded, I try to thrive.

I must have what you hold, I need to survive.

A genuine cop killer I hold.

Broken dreams drive me to be cold.

Through my eyes, you can read like a book.

The pain of the life I shouldn't of took

In this world, this scene is routine.

My life is the shattered American dream.

Somewhat like brothers are you and I.

For it is on these streets we are dyeing, trying to survive.

Who could dream a life like this?

This dream of a perpetual glitch.

Sadly, this is how we endure.

You must fight back, against this city with no cure.

Despite this common bond we share.

It is from those hands, your money I must tear.

And it is here we are no longer brothers.

On these streets we kill one another.


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A Dream Within A Dream

Life is but a dream within a dream
Oh, how innocent that would seem
If all were true, we shall redeem
All our life lived in a dream.
If we lose hope this day
If we allow it to fly away,
Nothing will ever be a dream 
But instead will change ev'ry day.
We, like a gentle leaf,
Will fly into the cushion of belief
Gentle, as soft as it would seem,
 We are consoled in our grief.
Though we all silently weep, 
Though life may seem so deep,
Though it quietly will creep,
Life is but a dream within a dream.


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End in a Grave

Do you ever think about it?
I dream about it.
How will I leave this place?
Will they remember my face?

I believe it's normal to think,
To think about a way.
How will I leave this world?
When will be the day?

Many people can't handle the thoughts.
They can't bear to hear the noise.
They can't think of how the body rots,
The bug and the corpses it destroys.

Getting placed into the cold and dark,
I dream of how it will be.
On top my grave may turn into a park,
Children stumbling round up above.

I dream about it all the time,
What will happen when I pass?
Are these thoughts a crime?
How am I gonna die?


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Sacred Dust

The harsh summer struggle
Between the yellow morning

Night rains; dirt and soil and death

The rain from the ground was like the forest

I planted the shadow with my bare hands

Peace rains light and happiness

Quiet wind drifts across the mellow trees

After the approach to the mountains

The bouquet of silence

Greeted me beneath the night

The sacred dust above the trees

Settled upon the Earth


Details | I do not know? | |

I Am

I am a lover of monkeys
I wonder if I will ever see a real monkey
I hear them screeching from a distance
I see many species of monkeys running free
I want to catch a glimpse of a baby monkey
I am a lover of monkeys.

I pretend to be a monkey roaming in the rain forest
I feel the trees welcome me
I touch the rough branches as I climb
I worry that I may fall and never climb those trees again
I cry when the day ends and I may climb no more.

I am a lover of monkeys
I know I will die soon
I say I will climb til'' then
I dream that I go on forever
I hope this dream will never end
I am a lover of monkeys.


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Terminal worry

As I sit here 
feeling my own pity
selfishly thinking of myself
knowing good and well

cursing brutal words 
wanting to flow from my quill
angry exhaustion filling my mind
yet battered heart slowly continues
to beat upon 
the next morn...

instead of thankfully getting up
getting ready for the gift of this day
instead of being grateful 
instead i turned away

already worrying about tomorrow
about things that have yet to come
instead of trusting You 
to love me enough...

to give me enough strength
for the battles i face

knowing our fates were decided
an eternity ago
by the one holding
times swinging pendulum 

had wings of palest gold
like the sparking yellow
of campfires flame
or a fireplace offering
welcoming warm blaze

his tall staff also of gold
held in strongest hands
see yonder!

through that haze
through fog of white of gray
reminding us of thunderstorms
through warmest 
months of May

mayhap He was a vision
maybe i shall never know
if twas another dream
relief would course through
for He said last eve
tis almost time to go

He whispered with that loving grace
words heard inside my heart
telling me to enjoy this life
for too soon twill be time
to part...

Although i am sure i would love heaven
and i have loved ones there i dearly miss 
can i please stay here awhile longer Lord
i feel i still have plenty to give

my heart is pure 
only meaning the best
through you i will try to reach them
with a gift of words
in which you blessed






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YOUR MISSING LINK

     YOUR MISSING LINK
I dreamt you dead. Now read between each word.
I thought the dream was mine, but it was you
who dreamt of me, a love song seldom heard,
though it was me, I guess you never knew.

Yes I was there, not making any sense,
and you, so young and beautiful would think
who is this fool, across this chain link fence?
But you'd not dream I am your missing link.

How could I be there in your restless sleep,
and touch your hand; remembering your eyes,
when I awake, from what I thought too deep
to understand or hope to even fantasize.

Though I was dead, I searched to find a gate,
but none was there--and you had dreamt too late.
      ©  ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa


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our silenced wonders

Robin Williams taught us "carpe diem"
too those of you who haven't seen him

Taught us to stretch our minds
to something loved and very kind

We use poetry cause were loving fools
to woo the women like passionate tools

we live for the freedom of something new
of dreams like sandy beaches and skies stretching blue  


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A Day in the Life of the Death of God

I dream of the true death of God, of all gods, of all faiths, of all needs for such faiths & of all the oppression of peoples, destruction of freedoms & outright brutally horrific violence brought upon our species as a result of religion.  

I dream of stepping outside my abode one day to find that all the physical manifestations of religion have been removed from our lives & that we no longer have to see evidence of any of those superstitions, those devoted cults of poorly written fictional characters still found today in those infamous poorly written works of fiction.

I dream of a conversation in the morning, noon and night with individuals that are no longer afraid of their own cessation, if it is even a factor anymore, as our own human future is limitless.  As a result of this complete lack of fear, I find myself further dreaming of the mutual sharing of beautifully wondrous breaths of a new freedom found within our every heart as a direct result of God’s (All Gods) true death.

I dream of the tribalism that once divided our species as a result of the idiocy of religions, of such irrational belief systems, being subsequently eradicated, revealing to all of us just how damaging these divisions were & just how lucky we are to start over together, instead of further tearing ourselves apart through religion.

I dream of walking with the wind blowing through my hair,
one day,
in the life of the death of
god.    


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A Story Of Downfall

And as he was walking down the path of life
He was overcome by darkness  and the blade of a knife,
The shadow that once followed behind him had become his very form,
And the heart that once beat inside him was torn,
He was driven by hate, yet longed for the love of another,
He wasn’t sane but deep under cover.
He knew what had happened  but chose to conceal it,
He knew  it would hurt him but chose not to feel it,
What had happened was a sudden change in direction,
He lost his meaning and followed his reflection,
Eventually his life was lost and he lived in a dream,
A dream of a life that was anything but  his own,
A dream that one day he wouldn’t be alone,
He never did explain his pain,
He didn’t have to,  we saw his life drain,
He once was a boy that loved to be living,
If he wasn’t playing he was giving,
Giving his love and giving a reason,
A reason to live and…
Well, isn’t that enough.
It must have been rough,
To live life so happy then suddenly fall,
To fall deep in a hole, and come out so small,
He had a life but wished he could leave it,
“Its just another dream, I don’t think I need it,”
Some people cried and some of them stared,
Some were destroyed  but all  were scared,
A lot of them said they weren’t prepared,
But how can you prepare for something so tragic,
Something beyond life and all of its magic,
How  do you plan for the loss of a friend,
The only plans you had were to be there to the end,
This boy was a time bomb, just waiting to blow,
What went through his mind, we wish we could know,
He wasn’t crazy, nor was he sane,
He simply had his own ways to deal with the pain,
He would smile at those who gave him the time,
And was always excited to write down a rhyme,
He loved through his heart, and was loved through his words,
He talked to himself and sang with the birds,
Everyone loved him that’s why no one knows,
“Why would he do this, there’s nothing that shows.”
The truth is he lived life to see its bitter end,
He lived through those years as his own best friend,
Now he is dreaming in a world far away,
Maybe he’ll return, maybe someday.


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RIDDLE

The Truth is the Gift of Gods Word
for it's understanding the habitation has stirred
softly upon spirit we listen to it's call
comprehension to it's voice like a seed is small

Can you understand the wise man's riddle
apprehend interpretation the narratives trail
from beginning to end surround the middle
without understanding it's Truth you may fail

Upon the Truth are your heavens fixed
the hearing upon earth with lies are mixed
to many have reached a state of complacency
the cares of this life has choked ability

You lead upon paths unknown
a flight those having wings have flown
I tell you upon the rise of each day
that you must lead and show us the way

Oh Shepherd like a lamb you guide me
for I am lost to the flock without thee
My Lord and my God you have called us out
faith in you but confidence in self do doubt

With every gesture you affirm the way
yet evermore before me do my sins lay
I look around upon those I do see
whose lives are worth much more than me

The seventh day Jehovah has blessed
where mankind will enter into his rest
abundance of joy will fill the earth
as Gods Kingdom has given birth

The fruit of her labor is worldwide
she will wipe the tears her children have cried
Gods woman has brought forth Life
she will train the children remove their strife

You are God from the womb of my mother
have preserved me from violence of brother
your handmaiden as captive I serve
given more than anyone here deserve

I listen to the music of your call
understand I grace given since fall
for to live is Christ and to die gain
and within the hand of your Love remain

Forsake me not when I reach that hour
frail woman in mankind has not power
give me courage so I don't therein cower
for I have beheld the future from your tower

Oh my gentle Lord your path holds no discord
our seas turned to glass when we do as asked
neath your wisdom do kneel as truth you reveal
all thinking given you and insight given true

Hold me close and in your arms
for hear I do the trumpets alarms
you have signified my death
for those you love I give my breath

Hold my hand on the path you take
for I am weak and easily break
a thing that is soft and frail
for those you love like Lord impale

Now I know the path to you
by example your loved showed true
willing I am to give you my life
like anointed Son did for wife


source 1John 3:16 Romans 12:1-2

© 2010 PoetryofProvidence
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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my love for him

I lay in his arms
sleep but aware of his presence
I dream of blue oceans
I dream of blue seas
each warm kiss I feel from him
the water becomes wetter in my dreams
I dream of  a shipwreck
we're deserted out at sea
so I sing of my love for him in the sweetest melody
and I sing of my love for him hoping he'll swim along
I sing of my love for him as he slowly becomes the sea
the love I sing for him carries on through decades eternally
now I sing to collect souls
I cursed the sea to stir the waters and wreck the sailors boats
I sing of my love for him in the sweetest melody
to lure in and claim the lives as sacrifices 
for my love I lost at sea


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If Lastnights' Nightmare

If last nights' nightmare were to come real
I would not be here writing
I would'nt know how
For all my sanity was about to disappear.

I dreamed I was surrounded by 
Many uncaring souls
They even were laughting at my being
Pretending not to know.

What did this dream mean
When it awoke me
From a much needed rest
As my tired body aced so deep within.

Even a dead friend 
In my dream did appear
I cried out to him
And he too had a deaf ear.
 
I was surrounded by clutter
With things all laying in my way
It were as tho I were not present
As people gathered laughting
Looking thur my belongings
Looking thur my remains.

Maybe a "Wake-Up-Dream"
Is what the nightmare was all about
Maybe it was God's way of showing me
Clear the passage
Tidy up your messes
For this life's final journey 
Will soon be in flight.



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In Dedication

Here I sit and visit with the demons of my past, They claw and bite at my mind until it cannot last, They tear me apart mind and soul, Draining my life away by the bowl, I hear my screams echo in the dark, The hounds of Hell howl and bark, They feed upon my flesh for fun, Until my life is over and done, Then I wake in a cold sweat, finding it was but a dream so I need not fret, I lay there awake with my arms around you, My sweet angel who loves me true, I stroke your cheek and kiss your lips, And now the balance of power tips, My dream terrors fade away into the night, And I know that all is right, The demons were but a creation of my mind, Doubts of myself trying to find, I leave none within their wake, Having thoughts of you in their place, My heart is yours do not doubt, My love is yous on sweet account, Of love and peace youv'e given me, For your love my heart does bleed, With our love we can make it through, Any obstacle in front of me and you, So stand by my side proud and tall, Know that I will never let you fall, You aremy love, You are my queen, Rest assured, You are my everything


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Just Like Yesterday

A different night, same dream as the night before
I heard you say my name, seen your image at my door
~
I tried to kiss your lips, but your image faded away
So I dropped to my knees and cried, just like yesterday
~
Your fragrance was in my room, smelling oh so sweet
So I wiped my tears and searched, but your arms I could not reach
~
Thought I heard you say I love you, but your voice was kind of fuzzy
And I couldn't see your face, staring back at me
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But I know someday I'll find you, when I finally reach the skies
For this dream that I've been having, keeps showing me how you died
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I just wish that I could touch you, and send this dream away
And hold you in my arms again, just like yesterday

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{This Is Not Written About Me}


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TO DREAM

To dream... 
                    To see orselves as we really are
                     To travel near and travel far
                     To know our fears and fight them well
                     To climb to heaven descend to hell

To dream...
                    Of life and death and one true love
                     To know our father high above
                     To dream of roads we didn't take
                     To overcome our old mistakes

To dream...
                     Of things both old and new
                      Of days gone by when i'm with you
                      To dream of lovers, foes, and friends
                      Of lives long gone and back again

To dream...
                     Of all our favorite things
                     Of happy times and evil schemes
                     To know that all we see or seem
                      Is but a dream inside a dream.


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Morbid Nightmare

Morbid nightmare for the feelings that run wild
inner feelings i kept hiden tightly from the 
world as a child.
Desparation on an endless journey but there 
is no reality only obsession that i am urning.
Traviling a twisted road that seems impossable
to follow and thinking back on the past has 
giving me nothing but greif an sorrow.
The war between coruption an hate pins you
to a chair
You here what those people are whispering 
but you choose not to care.
Morbid nightmare your only true escape
but your stuck inbetween a dream that wants
to become your gate.
Sometimes you dont want to wake up hoping 
that you might find
A wired shut mouth with a little peice 
of mind.
There can be no haven until the final nightmare
so lye on your bed and close your eyes
but always beware.
You have finally enterd yout dream of morbid nightmare
Just be reminded of the knowledge you do not
share.
You come across three small children who have
no need for a protector
so you pss an begin your journey scared of
what you may encounter.
Intemidated by the blackness of the night an
the coldness of your heart
you feel as if your soul is being taken an 
torn all apart.
You come across a hill covered by thick sand
and you feel forces full of rage moving like 
wraths across the land.
You reach the top and look down only to find
an endless drop to an endless dream
You realize there is no way out so you close
your eyes an begin to scream
searching for a refuge from this unwanting dare
but there is no sanity that awaits for you because 
you promised your soul to a morbid nightmare


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Shadows of an Unseen Dream

Deep inside that dreadful shadow

Desperate longings come about

As I was falling out

Of a world so deep inside

What is this feeling of self-pride

Never felt so incomplete

Down in this shadow so deep

As I weep

My eyes away

Wishing I could stay 

This way away so far

Inside this fear so dreaming less

I doubt that I could ever confess

These words of mine

I design

This world of mine if its happy, sad, angry, or mad

Red deceives the wondering eyes

Brown makes the dead rise

Blue always carries lies in the wind

Green means rich ground has sinned

Colors are choose by me in shadows of an unseen dreams

People who are my savers

Seem like strong gladiators

People who are evil goodness in disguised

Try to get baptized

But soon I realize that they are false

Treading on Gods foot steps they are

They beat depressed anger on whats fare

And what they can not reach

If only in my dream I could teach

Them to be kind

But they follow the condemned one

And can not be saved by the one true son

Shadows of an unseen dream

Execute my self-esteems 

But this dark world of mine is what I may wont it to be

But only I can see it

Shadows of an unseen dream drift away, because Im not an infant 

Memories so far down inside

Can only hide

So long as shadows are undetected 

Life is happy rainbows and butterflies 

Till it is recognized 


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Broken Feelings

As darkness falls I lay my head down on my pillow evey night. 
I dream of the loved ones in the past and present. 
I think of how muched I am loved by them. 
I dream of the loved ones that have faded onto god. 
They have faded to be with other loved ones in heaven. 
Thinking over the years gone by the tears fill my eyes. 
The tears find a place on my pillow. 
Pain fills my heart as I realize I might die a withered soul.


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Live Reality, Live Dreams

Maybe if I hold onto this dream
 long enough I’ll realize I was never
 asleep. How I wish I was not living
 this dream and you the real you would
 wake me up from this horrific slumber. 
But the longer this dream is the more I 
think its not a dream and just a smack in
 the face of reality. I can hear your words
 but they are from a world I am no longer 
apart of until I wake up. It’s getting distant
 and I fear when I can no longer hear your 
voice it will be the end. I wonder if these are
 my last breaths or are they my first to a new
 beginning. A Gentle hand caresses my face
 perhaps dawn's hands. I open up my eyes lying 
in bed, in a white room to see to flowers and get wells, 
I don’t dare to blink or close my eyes.


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The Dream

And the dream comes again
The knife sticks out my side
I lay there and I’m watching
As my body slowly dies.

The blood is lying everywhere
And memories are a blur
I haven’t felt much pain here
And wonder if I’m hurt.

Again he’s tried to kill me
This time I think he wins
And then I want to live again
And I fight my death within.

I will my body to obey
I force my eyes to open
And find myself in night from day
The truth is that I’ve woken

My tears are streaming down my face
My being does the shakes
And then I know it’s over now
At least for one more day

The clock keeps ticking slowly
And I know that I’m alone
It’s just a dream I tell myself
There’s no one in my home

I’ve survived another night I know
But still I feel so doomed
The trap is closing right around
Next night it comes so soon.

If ever you should find me
My dreams reality
Tell my kids I love them
And hug my dog for me

I’ll say goodbye to you all now
In case this should come true
My friends, my dog my family
I’ve left you all too soon. 


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Sweet Dream

I have dreamed about you for years. I have pictured you in every detail. Your smile 
rings inside my head constantly. I see your eyes staring into mine. I feel so much 
love in between us. My love for you feels eternal. I can’t believe the dream is over. 
The dream ended before it could ever really begin. I feel so hurt and lost now that 
is over. I can’t believe I will never see those hypnotizing eyes again. I will never 
hear your lovely laughter drown away the pain. I have dreamed about you for so 
long that now that I know it will always be just a dream; it seems like everything is 
pointless. I can’t sleep at night for fear that I will dream about you. How can life 
deal me this hand? How can it be that you will never be? You seemed so real to 
me that I can’t believe it was just a dream. Goodbye my sweet dream.


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Dreaming Out Loud

Through my heart and past my soul
To a tear that I cannot possibly control
It's fierce but strong, with a passionate fire
That seeps through my heart like a burning desire
Because in my mind there's only you
Like a midnight dream that's coming true
At first, I might not hint nor sigh
But please hold on, please don't cry
If you possibly get lonely, just think of me
Im standing right here, you just can't see
And if you ever feel to weak
Just listen harder, I just might speak
Because physically I might have died
But you need to know, through this dream I really tried


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We All Have A Dream

“Someday, you’ll be a lawyer, son
That’s what I dream you to be”, father said

“No! He’ll be a great sailor
It’s in our blood!” his brother yelled

As I looked at mom, I could sense
Her own dream for me, thou, not spoken

Sure, she wanted me to be a homme d’affaire
Just like her forefathers, great Chinese traders

As years passes by, I hear them
Dreaming, without even asking 

If, I’ve a dream, but the flick
Of time, interfered, without words 

They left, leaving me in a shelter of limbo
Thou, being alone, with no one to lead me

Still, I became what they had wished for
Now, I stare no more 

At the wall calendar, for I 
Got what I wanted to be…a word whisperer

I saw this….in my dream, when I was 
Still, struggling to walk ….in their footsteps



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A VICTIM

                                                        A  VICTIM

I was told I should not have any contact with you. Maybe I can put all of 
this behind me if you know how I feel. It might not be a problem to you, but I want 
you to imagine what I feel. Don't take it personal I just want to get a few things off 
my chest. It might take a few tears, but I will do my best.

Exactly a few years ago everything was taken away from me even my ego. 
Sometime I feel like a piece of me is gone, however I have moved on. That day 
changed my life, and  with help from God I will one day be a loving man's wife. I 
somtimes sit and think what went wrong, why you didn't leave and leave 
me alone. It might sound strange that I forgive you with all my heart, because one 
day my soul will have to part.  TELL ME! Does that day go through your head? At 
the beginning it was so bad I wished I was dead.

When I lie down and close my eyes there is your face and no matter how hard I 
try I can not hide from that day. Dream after dream night after night it's a struggle 
to sleep, and I constantly fight. One day that time will come when we will meet 
face to face back in  "HELL" is where I call that place. I want to know why, why did 
you do this to me, you took everything even my insanity. Therefore, by the grace of 
God I will live day to day, but not one day has pass thinking have you found your 
way.

That day has come and gone. and I have had evil thoughts of what I want to do 
you. The same thing you have done to me. I am a forgiven person I will just let it 
be. I felt something for you, and I know you are lost. However I know God will 
guide you to his cross. Seek him, because he knows you, get down on your 
knees and he want you to get to know him too.  As you are down there ask him 
what is it that he wants you to do.

Again if you ask for forgiveness God will forgive you and from the bottom of my 
heart I will forgive you too.


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My Dream

I am in a dream,
A dream of going to witness
To a place in my next life.

What I have been hearing,
 A dream of going 
 To an everlasting home of good things.

And the dream is
Of going to the wonderful
House of peace,good and love.
This is the paradise.


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Gently

We used to hear our voices on the winds that stirred the trees
And together watch the snow fall, every moment we would seize
Drinking till the morning light and sleeping on the beach
Funny how we thought we knew the things that life could teach us
So sure that death would never reach us

So many years between us, so much history has past
The changes we have gone through, all the things we thought would last
We thought we made our choices in the face of Destiny
But Destiny chose for us as far as I can see
It's just too bad for you, and worse for me

So bury deep the bones, and wipe away the tears
Set the dream in stone to last a thousand years
Listen to the breezes blow, and watch the silent falling snow
And the memories will know that I was here

I think a lot about us now looking back across the years
How we lived for every hope and dream, never dreaming of the fears we'd face
As time grows short, and colors bleed to white
The hour is upon us to at last give up the fight
I believe I'm going gently…

So bury deep the bones, and wipe away the tears
Set the dream in stone to last a thousand years
Listen to the breezes blow, and watch the silent falling snow
And the memories will know that I was here

Let the dying light remind me
Of the friends I leave behind me
I'll be thinking of you kindly as I leave with no regrets
There's nothing here for you now
Leave me gently, let me go
Tell me once more that you love me
So the memories will know.



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My Dream

  

I had a dream earlier this morning,
   It was like I was receiving some type of a warning.
I was told to reach out to all I could,
   And that things are fixing to happen that may not be good.
Repent and turn from sin,
   These few words kept playing over and over again.
It was a dream but was it real,
    I feel like we are living and seeing the breaking of seals.
Look up look up keep watching the sky,
    Is another thing that keeps flashing in my minds eye.
I feel so strange writing this down,
     But I was told to share it all around.
I saw a lot of fire throughout my dream,
     And I felt as if I could hear people scream.
There was blood all over the ground, 
     And your feet would stick as you walked around.
There is only one thing I know to say,
    We must turn to the Lord and shed our evil ways.
Ask for redemption before it’s too late,
    Seek out Jesus and change your fate.
Seek Him in prayer on bended knees,
    Seek Him and ask Him to honor your pleas.
God bless you all that read my letter,
    Jesus is the only way things will get better.


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Dream of Life

  You sleep like a dream,  die as it slowly fades away
Majestic like the night. 
  It falls so far away under and beneath the feet of the sky.
Lying with your head to the moon the sun shimmers and your gone.
  I let go of reality for only a second.
You sleep like a dream with your eyes open.
  I gently cross my arms.
I'm slowly dying, pulling and grabbing at the wrinkled hands of time.
  Death can not stop us from living.
Like a dream we merely feed off the night.
  To sleep is to live forever in darkness.
We awake to our death our lives only dreams.
  Oblivious and yet so familiar at times.
Devotion like the night in witch our life was conceived in loyalty to our mother.
  Manifested feelings of our own design to give us feeling.
pain and undeniable dreams of life.


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Woe

"Pain", you know nothing of pain as I lay in a puddle of tears saturating me in 
woe, so woe am I, face down in the earth that birthed me, so I fly not, dream not, 
yet I sigh sitting in mime watching the masker ade wishing for omega, ripping 
legs off insects that pass squeezing every tear out, in there I lay somatic to 
emotion that poured the liquid from windows of perception, here I fly not, dream 
not, yet I sigh lost in this puddle of woe for woe am I.


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It Only Takes A Second

The world around you,
Keeps rushing by,
Somebody could help you,
But yet they don’t try,

You do so much good,
Throughout your day,
But all people notice
Are mistakes that you’ve made,

But yet you hold on,
To the dream you began,
To become a better person,
The best that you can,

But with all of the pain,
The dream slipped away,
People had noticed,
And started to betray,

The truth turns to lies,
And the love turns to hate,
Nobody cared about you,
Until that one December day,

If someone would’ve listened,
To all that was on your mind,
This could’ve been prevented,
If someone just had time,

It took months for this to happen,
All these thoughts were in your head,
But no one knew you existed,
Until they found you dead,

I am not blaming this on anyone else,
For I know it was your fault,
You were the on e who chose this path,
Now all the hope is gone,

But if someone were to open their eyes,
And take a second out of their day,
I’m positive that they’d realize,
That not everything in your life was okay,

But yet they live their isolated lives,
Without a single minute to spare,
And due to everyone’s busy routine,
My best friend is no longer here.


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Dreams

Have you ever dreamed a dream?
A dream so deep in thought, 
a dream you comprehend not.
A dream so far above your grasp
yet inside your heart.
A dreams a wonderfull thing 
that turns and turns inside your head
Untill one day when you dream has gone away
and all thats left is the memory of the dream you usto dream
And the recognizable thought 
That youll dream no more
and as that thought sink in and the tears start to pour
just like your dream thats when your life means no more


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All Will Be Okay

I will die here,
I will always wait,
here is my grave awaiting,
my life long dream to die alone,
when all I ever needed was somebody,
but now I lay dieing on the cold ground beneath me,
unable to keep standing I fell down,
I cannot get back up either,
my breathing slowly fails,
and I can't see anything,
nothing sees me,
I'm crying,
I die.
I scream,
untill my lungs,
give out from the strain,
and my eyes bleed to the beat,
of footsteps walking on this earth,
I cannot escape this time,
My dream will come true,
I will die alone,
and all will be,
okay.