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Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Indian Ink

“Indian Accent”

Hear the whispers inside

Chanting from long ago
Echoes come and go
Losing time in a soft eternal glow

A beautiful and delicate autumn mountain scene
Dry blue eyes enchanting melodies!
Voices falling from the sky
Rising hymns release ancient demons that cling to the soul

The darkness dwells under gentle moonlight
Ancestors of the Spirit World,
Exposing Indian hands that weave native smoke into the air
Their spirits taunting burrows from the muddy Earth
Moccasin makers rise from underneath
Guardians of dream catchers
Smooth thread from the outer edge, bowing heads.
Luminous gems of ivory,
Chasing a florid kiss.

Through the winds of enchanted drums, voices cry out for rain.
The hollow chimes mesmerize  
An ancient rage begins to flare
Stale madness, 
The spears of the perfumed buffalo skin pierced my senses
Removing the veils that cover my eyes
The hands that cover my ears
Washing the scalp that bleeds on my face
They collect tears from memories of the past.

KINDRED IN EVERY WAY!

Raven silk braids, feathers fall from my hair.
Dancing in a horrid hallucination of Peyote,
Waking up from the “American Dream.”
Holding out my arms, I am free, I can fly.

I AM A BIRD!

By; PD


Details | Epic | |

Pandora's Kiss

"Pandora's Pearls"

Crystal tears drown under the best velvet distinctive feel
A Ghostly feel that leads into a clear diamond road
I found myself seduced down an Ancient Silk Caravan path, 
There she hid behind the golden stones she built around her heart.
She was a white gem against the deepest night
She spoke Latin words upon this dreamy sky
Her eyes were deep and the size of my mother’s midnight pearls
I fell into the stare of her bedroom eyes
Wishing to taste the sweetness of her coconut milk fragrance. 
She lowers the cloak to reveal the beauty in her black pearly eyes
Raven hair under her soft sensual disguise
Her lips redder than the violet rays of the sunset

She buried her beauty, and then exposed what’s under the cloak
Soon, her body turned into rot and bones
Her fingers pointed towards another path,
A rugged road of stones and pearls
I took a blade and press it against my skin, 
Concealing my life shut, after she revealed all my forbidden sins
Her lip, her eyes, her pearly grin, my last vision as my blood drew thin
A sweet kiss of death, falling into the eyes of Pandora’s Spell

by;PD


Details | Lyric | |

WE'RE STILL WE

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

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

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

Date: 11-11-14


Details | Rhyme | |

Dead tree

Dead tree.

She stands there like she has for years
The life in her all gone
Once she wore a coat of green
And she'd be filled with song
As feathered friends of every kind
Would rest among her leaves
And as in life the same in death
Our tree will never grieve.

So all alone, she looks, this tree
All etched against black clouds
Although the life in her be gone
She stands there looking proud
And all her majesty is seen
By those with eyes to see
I take her picture once again
Try to catch her mystery

21 September 2013 @1920hrs.


Details | Ode | |

Nyx

Nyx - Ode -

Strophe:

The shadows know the
scent of clove
as Nyx devolves her
orphic code;
her odes address the
stars above,
inviting so, the
Morpheus' bode.

Her darkness strings
the scenic
stillness,
her laughter waves
inside the ether,
small hours submit
erotic bleakness,
advancing 'mid the
sage and heather.

The creatures glance
- with eyes of amber
beneath the blinking
starry flare,
while Nyx, the
infinite advancer,
inflicts her
thralldom and
affair.

Antistrophe:

The blanching moon,
in ventured glory,
embraced by Erebus
at night,
unfolds her mane of
black graphite,
distributing her
daunting dowry.

She meekly bids to
worlds of blooms,
the mortals on the
breezes' breath,
bestowing grand the
kiss of death,
with fates to weave
the orchard looms.

Epode:

Suggesting darkened
deeds and dismal,
with sovereignty she
guides - abysmal,
the chanted souls to
follow thence,
her clouded callings
consequence.

© G. Venetopoulos,
26-03-2014 - (date
the poem was
revised)
© G. Venetopoulos,
10-03-2012 
(Iambic Ode)
___

Nyx = Night

Paintings of Nyx:
http://tinyurl.com/67gs9u

http://tinyurl.com/ndvfvbw

The story on
Wikipedia:
{
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nyx
Nyx ("Night" in
Greek) – Roman (in
Latin): Nox – is the
Greek goddess (or
personification) of
the night. A shadowy
figure, Nyx stood at
or near the
beginning of
creation, and was
the mother of other
personified deities
such as Hypnos
(Sleep) and Thanatos
(Death). Her
appearances are
sparse in surviving
mythology, but
reveal her as a
figure of
exceptional power
and beauty. She is
found in the shadows
of the world and
only ever seen in
glimpses. }


Details | Verse | |

The Shape of Death

3/2/03
 I saw no way- The heavens were stitched
I felt the columns close
The earth reversed her hemispheres
I touched the Universe
378: Emily Dickenson

The Shape of Death

Because I could see through all the eyes of men, 
Pandora's sin,the sum of every joy and sorrow crowded in
I felt the paucity of greed.
The simple mood of life enriched by guileless generosity        
I asked, "Are good and evil mixed?"
I saw no way - the heavens were stitched.

And stitched perhaps until the hour of death
Because I could see through all the eyes of men,
 I knew of life's inevitable end
 that closure, that omega rose
that brings eternal sweet repose.
That stealth of life in increments
the broken bond of flesh to death
 Within  its marble tenements
I felt the columns close

The columns closed, my mother passed,
Because I could see through all the eyes of men, 
my solace weighed in beauty that we gathered,
in all my childhood hours
In sunsets, birdsong, clouds,  and dew
in measured memory of her face
I turned myself away from our lost years
The earth reveresed her hemispheres

Reversed - that  algebraic leap, 
Because I could see through all the eyes of men
All wisdom spilled to unity of life,
Death un-veiled - benign as the blank page before birth
returning that Divine immortal leaf
like the shape of space that waves traverse,
when split,  between a particle
And  I can say with nothing to coerce
Perhaps....I touched the Universe.

Suzanne Delaney

This is written in the Glosa Form
See 'about this poem' for details.


Details | Rhyme | |

ECCENTRIC EYES

Oh, her blue eyes are quite unique
Without a word they always speak
Those eccentric eyes, like no other
The precious eyes of my dear mother

A gentle sparkle means she is proud
Fiery eyes means she's screaming loud
And a soft look means.. I love you son
Darting eyes is son what have you done

Them beautiful eyes have followed me
For all of my life.. now close to eternity
She lays in her bed they say, do not go
My eyes answer back I know she knows

I hold her hands and try hard not to cry
She whispers to me.. closes her eyes
What she whispered makes me smile
My eyes will surely shout it after awhile 

Contest: Rose's "Eccentricize My Eyes"
Date: 10-5-14
Poet: LyricMan


Details | Rhyme | |

What Became of the Soul Stripped from Johnson:

"Sedimentary, my dear Watson."


Details | Free verse | |

Darkness Of Night

Darkness of night,
introduce me to what lurks
underneath your enchanting moonbeams.
I know that I should stay away,
yet, I am drawn to these silent things
that could easily end me.
I am not afraid of the supernatural.
I am spellbound, enraptured, mystified
by these psychotic creature's requiem dance,
that captures my soul
as it's own possession.

Darkness of night,
take me into your underworld,
where the arms of roaming specters
can totally envelope me,
like a densely tangled spider-web,
with no intention to ever let go.
Allow them to take me away,
to a deep place where, peacefully,
my dying soul can finally rest.

Darkness of night,
tell the devil only this....
he can have all of me,
to punish in any befitting manner.
I have already been through torture,
known pain, lived with loneliness,
and seen hell on earth.
The devil may care to try,
but he cannot hurt me any more.

Darkness of night,
say goodbye for me.
Shout high up to the heavens
and tell the sun it needs to shine
no longer on me.






Dark Poetry Contest



Details | Rhyme | |

Halloween , The Undead Rise

Halloween , The Undead Rise


How did darkness sneak into this room
echoes sounding of agonizing doom
Shrill sounds like chaotic dancing feet
images of stabbed and rotting meat

A dark mist hangs in this musty air
faint cries giving any soul a scare
Thumpings upon the foot of the bed
glimpses of many bloody, mutilated dead

Door opening to view another world
objects across the room savagely hurled
Ghostly apparition floating in the scene
claws so long with face so hideously mean

Wicked laugh coming from under the bed
mangled hand sliding forth , the undead
Smell of death's stinking odor so foul
fear cries to just flee but mind asks how!

Robert J. Lindley

Note: Month of the Undead.
Written for my daughter......


Details | Free verse | |

My Season of You

Your season brought you to me
You traveled on a winter's wind
So crisp, refreshing, the possibility of you
You floated lightly across my mind and into my heart
It's as if you weren't real, then you weren't real
As mysteriously as you came, you left
Leaving with me thoughts of you; how you'd be when I finally met you
...kind, considerate, strong, thoughtful
I'd imagined you so many ways... most of all, here
I felt your warmth through your eyes; your smile
But, I sensed sadness; a pain that I reached for to free you
But I couldn't free you, but Him
I could only make it soft
... until He came
... to lighten your burden
... and He came when I wasn't looking
You knew and didn't tell me
But, you tried in special ways and it worked
I look back and still have you, but never did
... but still do
... signs of you
... feelings of you
... memories of you
A season's memory


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Archangel

Archangel

I sensed the dance of clouds and windy drawl,
fast moving marionettes of moonlight,
conceived they passed the crannies of the soul,
and intersected solitude forthright.

The dusk descended when 'Archangel' crossed
the sight of island men, remote like wraith
and huge the blackened ship's displacement bossed
the nautilus stunned stares and childhood's faith.

Monotonous the bagpipes led to trance,
- autonomous the ship's insistent horn,
invited us to some unworldly dance
the ship regaled; that stung our souls like thorn.

We danced inside the rain while ghost bag pipes
were interlaced by sea's baptismal notes,
- betrothal waved the blue and white flag stripes,
- like coffins cradled round the wooden boats.

Embarked were we, according to their song,
thence sailed infinity upon the brines,
tho' Harpies from the ghostly mists, along,
the Hades' treated us, communion wines.

© 05-14-2013, G.Venetopoulos
(Iambic Pentameter)


Details | Free verse | |

The Lovely Bones

Window-watching, the silver clenched in his palm like a charm,
his loneliness sifting snowflake patterns
through ashy argent winter light.
In the shadow-shuttered green shingled house
the lucent beauty of lovely bones, keeping him company.

The eyes of the first one, serene and soul-open,
were mirrors in which he admired his reflection.
He softly stroked her to sleep - body a pulsing pearl,
her last gasp to grasp him, a quick breath in and out;
that candle flame wane, spasms quietening to calm.

Antidote to emptiness - another fortuitous find ensnared:
her vivacity a kaleidoscope mix of light; psychedelic-bright
bubbles blown to illumine the dark cave of his mind
where bestial images crouched.
Love-hate declarations imprinted, bitten deep on her cheek;

hands around the slim-stemmed lily of her throat.
He wept tortured tears over two; soul-screams in unison,
sweet suffocation in the laburnum-gold fronds of their hair -
he only wanted to hold them heart-close, gulping essence like oxygen.
Their heaped lovely bones: a rick of sticks under the crackling corn.

Awake through the painful bruise of night,
carving grand plans, serrated blade in surgeon-steady hand.
Peering through warped shutters into endless empty light,
his many masks impenetrable, soul-screens intact.
Poised under icicle precipice; his and their fates intertwined.


Details | Ballad | |

Dullahan Rides

Walk with me in the dank moonlight
through the chill, rising, storm
so we can grasp the majesty
of Dullahan still born.

Without heads his horse and he ride
across the countryside
His head in hand they roam the land
none live where he abides.

A rush of blood, a gory spree 
will take the sight of man, 
then off they gallop wild and free
Dullahan, head in hand.

Here’s hoping he don’t call your name
for that would be worse by far  
your soul would flee and fly with he
a soul as black as tar.

Carry your gold for I am told 
this alone does he fear
and we can watch as he rides by
come give us a kiss now, me dear.

The winsome lass took his strong hand
and down the lane they walked
as in the distance hedgerows fired
and hooves clapped as they talked.

The sound drew near, a gate flew wide
the lassie shrieked and ran 
so only her randy lad was 
taken by Dullahan.

So, don’t think to woo by moonlight
near the shore in Galway
Dullahan hunts with cruel sight 
each wayward soul a stray.

*While no-one knows for certain how the Dullahan originated, it is thought that he is the embodiment of the Celtic fertility god, Crom Dubh, who was worshiped by an ancient king of Ireland, Tighermas. Each year, Tighermas sacrificed humans to Crom Dubh, and the usual method was decapitation. The worship of Crom Dubh ended in the sixth century, when Christianity came to Ireland. 
* music in About the Poem

Poet: D. Guzzi


Details | Rhyme | |

The tree of life

A lonely tree stands in a field
Branches entwined in one
And as those branches come to life
They reach up to the sun

This tree with all it's energy
just like a woman so it be
It's branches swaying in the breeze
just like a mother's offspring, these

And so the lonely tree does age
The human kind out living
But we all end up just the same
Our flesh to earth be giving

And thus our lives all end the same
No matter what we be
Some have long lives, some much less
In life's sweet mystery


Details | Free verse | |

The Beauty In Futility

Futility
my heart breathes its last breath
Embraces its own death
Ready to be reborn 
and made anew

Can’t live a lie
Refuse to “do”
and I’ll DIE....
Focus now on why I’ll live 
And never touch the sky. 

I have to forget you
I have to reject you 
But I will never love anyone 
like I loved you.....

I heard you whisper 
and you never knew it
I wiped the tears from your eyes 
But you couldn’t feel it

You’re lost and you’ll never find you
And neither will I 
And I’m so sorry--
but I’m NOT. 

I'll attempt to reset
Try to forget
But you know, I never will. 

Be my dirty little secret 
My very worst-kept secret 
Sweet, smooth, beautiful poison 
My infernal and endless attraction 
towards complete and utter self-destruction 

I fell in love with the devil
And it will take one heck of an angel
To save me from the likes of you....

My addiction 
my confusion
my nightmare
my dream never to come true

Oh, I’ll never forget the times
we never shared
I’ll never forget 
how you were never there

Always me, the stars, and tears
And I ask you,
what kind of life is THAT?

I have to face the facts 
I don’t know what happens now
but it happens without you. 

The stains will always be there
the scars will never fade
But the memory of you----
it HAS to. 

I could carry the torch forever
But it would only consume me
I can’t cry another tear for you
Or I’ll dry up completely

It doesn’t affect you
and you never deserved me

You’ll go on with your life, too
All, all alone
Because you’ll only ever be in love
with you. 


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Hammer

Who can hear, the mornings call?
The dead dove's body, as it des fall.
Who can see through, the dead man's eyes?
As the burning sun, falls from the skies.

What once was new, has now become old,
What once was alive, has now become cold,
What you believed, was worth a lot,
Is burnt to ashes, in the melting pot.

Let's start again, I hear them say,
Let's start again, another day,
Let's make again, what we made before,
Spill more blood, on the kitchen floor,
Lift the cross, up on the hill,
Load the guns, to fight and kill.

Fight and slaughter, till there's non one left,
Till your mind is empty, your heart is deaf,
You thought that, I was a soldier too,
You thought that I said, I love you,
But I tell you now, and I tell it true,
The angles of heaven, and the angels of hell,
Are riding now, to the ring of deaths bell.

What you thought, was silver and gold,
Are ashes and dust, on the open road,
What you knew was good, what you knew was true,
The hot sun has dried, like the morning dew,
The very memory, of hope and despair,
Is lost in the hole, of your soul laid bare.

The empty hole, behind the clouds,
The music and the laughing crowds,
Are dead and gone, have faded away,
As a new sun rises, on a bright new day,
I tell you now, and I tell you true,
As the hammer of me hits the anvil of you


Details | Personification | |

Dark Shadows

The night approaches me again and you're not here still with me 
And here under my breath I call your name and I watch your loving face 
And there among the dark shadows  you'll come back  again the same  
I hear your haunting tune and I know that you'll be waitin'  this time for me. 

Release me from all this pain I'm sufferin "Come to me"and just take my hand 
Hold me in your arms so tight and please never ever let me again go 
Together we'll dream of that other time and fly away to that  magical time band 
There is no other place like this in heaven or earth where our love can only but glow. 

Join me here tonight,hear my voice into the night and just be mine for all time 
Come to me right now and give me all your love before the night is carried away 
Let me kiss your lips,caress and love you all night til we both see a brand-new day 
Disperse all the dark shadows in which I exist,come to me and be mine for all times.


Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 
copyright@2010 


July 18, 2010 


Author Notes: 

This poem amongt many others that I'd written in my life,had been inspired by 
my very favorite and most beloved vampire character of all time, 
"Barnabas Collins" from the most popular daytime soap opera series ever 
produced on T.V. in my opinion, "Dark Shadows." This whole DVD collection is most 
wonderful! 
And Jonathan Frid is so awesome! 


Details | Couplet | |

Never Tell

He smiles in my direction as he walks in the door
And laughs at my heart, now a puddle on the floor,
The people walking by turn, point and stare,
I repeat over and over, “there’s nothing there…”

Rains of passion, waves of homicidal angst,
You can’t look backwards and still walk straight,
A million signs are screaming out at you:
Stop-danger-watch out-you’re running too

Quickly, swiftly your friends all walk away,
I’d like to say something, but it’d be so cliché,
Silently you sit and watch them go,
Hoping inside that they don’t know,
Maybe they won’t know, but everybody knows…

I think of you and I think about stars,
Captured fireflies in marmalade jars,
Beautiful reminders of what may have been,
But the fire goes out, and they lay there dead...

He says, “The poison doesn’t do it for me anymore,
I need a pain to leave me lying gasping on the floor,”
My eyes go cloudy as he looks to yesterday,
I say, “I never meant to hurt you anyways...”

It broke my heart, I almost cried
To see you hurting, so broke inside,
Twist, plunge deeper, lemon and salt it so,
Some suffer in silence, I’ve come to know,
You’d rather be alone, you asked me to go...

The colors flew around the walls,
How I got here I don’t recall,
He handed me the bottle and I didn’t think twice,
"Just get rid of the pain, whatever the price..."

I think we danced, at least we may’ve,
Silly boy, to think I’d misbehave,
He said, “I bet I can change your mind,”
Slow down, stop, (learn to) rewind,

“Hold my hand,” I pleaded, to who?
I don’t think so, that’s not something I’d do,
Stop, not there, leave me alone,
I don’t want to be touched anymore…

A glance at the reflection as I pass a mirror,
I thought I saw a smile, but it disappeared,
Spin around and around, a crystal ball,
Reality’s a mist that surrounds us all…


Details | Rhyme | |

Pal

Bob had been a lonely man ever since
His wife of fifty years had passed.
“Lord, let me join her.” he would pray.
“Let this day be my last.”

Each day, he went to the cemetery,
Just a short walk down the street.
After their talk, he would water her flowers
And hear passers-by whisper, “How sweet.”

One gray and misty morning,
He had hoped for sunnier skies
To plant fall bloomers at her graveside;
But, there, to his surprise…

Stood an old dog beside her stone;
Thin and dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as Bob approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”

He sat calmly as Bob planted flowers,
Carefully sniffing each one Bob put in place.
Then, after the last one was planted,
He sniffed it; then turned and licked Bob’s face.

Bob smiled. “I had a dog when I was young…
Pal…he was a mighty good one too.
So, if you don’t mind old fella,
That’s what I’ll call you.”

Pal may have been an old dog,
But he was smart and handsome in his way;
So they made a deal, Bob would give him a meal
And a bath, if he decided to stay.

Pal loved his bath, then rolled in the grass.
He slept on a blanket in the den.
In the night, he dragged it next to Bob’s bed. 
He intended to be Bob’s best friend.

Pal was such a good dog, housebroken too;
Never made a mess or got in trouble.
He knew about newspapers, slippers and Frisbees;
And when Bob called, he ‘d come on the double.

Yes, Pal gave Bob’s life new purpose.
A special bond of friendship was cast.
And never again did Bob pray, 
“Lord, let this day be my last.”

For twelve years, the very best of friends,
Together night and day;
And so it was, until one night,
Bob quietly passed away.

The next morning, an old woman,
Tears welling in her sad and lonely eyes,
Brought flowers to her husband’s grave;
But there, to her surprise….

Stood an old dog beside the grave, 
Thin an dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as she approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”

He sat calmly as she took old flowers
And put fresh ones in their place. 
He carefully sniffed the fresh ones,
Then turned and licked her face.

She smiled.  “I had a dog when I was young….
a good one too.  His name was Pal.”


Details | Rhyme | |

Trumpet Call

My heart is the same full of love
     My house that shelters it full of pain
But it's autumn in my life, Dove
      The hair of gray and wrinkles reign

I set the table full of food
        For the family to dine fun times
But it is autumn in my life
       When changes prepare for winter

I'm not sure I'll know winter now
        For I have not experienced it
But it's autumn in my life somehow
        Where beauty glows bright from the depths

Producing leaves of many hues
       Love the autumn of my life, Dove
Now all that's left winter's white snow
        I think that when winter comes cold

Plants freeze if left out in weather
      They will need a warmer place inside
But since it is just autumn now
       There's time to prepare room somehow

I still watch the birds from window
       They have not all gone away love
But it's autumn in my life now
        Soon most will be gone for winter

Winter soon will approach with cold
       Seemingly death of the roses
But it's autumn in my life my bold
       There are few thoughts of approaching winter

But when winter comes my way
        The body rest to rise another spring
Now it's autumn in my life this day
         On another day I'll be called by trumpet away


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

Loosing It

  < Early morning,

   Its rainy and dark,

   Quit dull,

   Cloudy and gray,

   Emotions flowing not,

   So dim and sadden,

   Stuck in a zone,

   Feeling all alone,

   Suddenly blacken,

   Now dressed in lace,

   And black satin,

   Emotions flowing all over,

   Yet still lost,

   Dazed and amazed,

   Felt crushed pancake flatten......>






Details | Narrative | |

A Blind Sunset

He glances out the window,
And watches the sunset,
But he doesn’t see the beauty,
Nor the warm rays which, 
Pierces through the glass,
Only the anticipation and, 
Anxiety of a long night,

Carefully, he watches, 
The colors change,
First the bright orange, 
"God I pray this never ends…"
Filling with a deep red,
"Just a little while longer…"
Slowly softening to the, 
Deceptive pinks and purples,
"Please, one more minute…"
Fading into the crimson black,
Which only night can bring,

Reluctantly, he gets ready for sleep,
Yet, knows it will never come,
He tossed and turns,
Half praying, half waiting,
Knowing what will happen,
In the way only a child can,

A light! It peeks through a crack,
In the door as a shadow floods the opening,
Quickly, the figure slips through the door,
And shuts it softly, but not without the,
Empty creak which has become so familiar,
The shadow climbs in beside him,
Touching his trembling leg, whispering,

“Hush little brother, it’ll be alright,
While I’m here, have no fear,
I’ll keep you safe tonight,”

He struggles and writhes,
Sadly knowing he will never,
Break the grip and prays to faint,
To loss all consciousness and,
Memory of that horrible night,
Just for one night without the pain,
Just for one night without, 
The cold empty feeling, 

Several years pass, too many to count, 
A single call, one he had never expected,
He rushes to the hospital to find, 
His tormentor for so many years,
Lying on a cold, hard bed,
Able to move, but only by pushing a button,
Able to speak, but only with a whisper,

He stays by him for weeks, caring for him,
Reading to him, watching over him,
Still suffering, still unable to move, 
He takes his brother home, 

The day goes on, moving slow as all,
The evening comes and he,
Watches once more as the sun sets,
Carefully watching, Orange to red,
Red to purple, and as the purple turns to black,
He walks into the room where his brother lies,
Slowly, he sits next to him, holding a pillow,
Stroking his head whispering,

“Hush big brother, it’ll be alright,
While I’m here, have no fear,
I’ll keep you safe tonight,”

The difference between right and wrong,
Can be hard to find,
But who’s there to see you,
When justice is blind?



Details | Free verse | |

Sacrifice

Something is wrong
The eerie silence sends shivers up my spine
I smell danger
But I am fearless

Out of the corner of my eye I see them
We need to act fast
I tell you to run
And don’t stop

I run for my life
I realize you’re no longer with me
I turn back
Determined to fight for you

I run as silently as I can
Adrenalin pumping through my veins
I see you lying there unconscious and bleeding
My eyes burn with anger

I take my chance
I need to save you
I try to fight them off around you
I pick you up and run

The weight of your body in my arms is exhausting
My body is weak but I don’t stop running
Gun shots are fired in the background
I drop to my knees wounded

I must get you to safety
I drag you and hide you as best I can
I try to run away, more shots are fired
I collapse with agonizing pain, everything is a blur

In my final moments I hear sirens, running footsteps
Now I know you are safe
I drift into a deep sleep
Never to wake up again


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Suffering Time

14 hours in a New York minute,
I ought to stop,
But I can't quit it...

No answer to my call...
Is it the end
Of it all?

The pain, it does spread,
Making the future
Something to dread...

Somehow, some way,
I got to get out of here,
Cause I'm swimming
In a sea of fear...

So I say goodbye to you
My sweet...
As I acknowledge
My defeat...


Something is flying about....


Details | Personification | |

DEATH

With instincts
Distinct in its' precinct
It lies low
Flies above
And remains aloft
Full of power
It moves about
To and fro it goes
Until it finds its prey
Rich or Poor
Cowardly or Bold
Master or Servant
Weak or Mighty
In its physical form
It was defeated
In its abstract
It was unseen
And hovers 
Around its prey
Until the time is come
The die is cast
And the command is 
given
The soul is taken
As the line is cut
That connects
Life to the body
DEATH!!!
A tear to many
A joy to others
A curse to some
A blessing in disguise
It is to you 
What you choose it to 
be


Details | Rhyme | |

To taste the flame.

Breaking way the earths desires
Placing love with lakes of fires
Fools and mortals are all the same
None will stand nor take the blame.

Devil, demon they will say
do they know to me they pray?
Curse and claw in vain they flee
In black and darkness return to me.

Dead is flesh and cold is heart
but how it tastes when ripped apart,
I will call and you will weep
Drink your soul with a gentle sweep.

Deaths a child in my embrace,
Its life's last look upon its face.
GIVE ME ALL YOUR EARTHLY DEAD!
COME TO ME AND I'LL BE FED!

you will come and you will fight,
Cant you see I am the light?
Your living flame begins to fade,
Now you see I am the shade.


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Acceptance

A bridge stood tall beneath a sky Of colour shining bright Darkness and light both amplified And beautified the night The stars, they danced in rainbow gleam Kissing the velvet base The gentle heavenliness of the dream Renewed my ugly face It seemed that years had disappeared And time had fallen asleep As I stood upon the bridge I feared But now I keenly reap A college friend was by my side Smiling futuristically I felt as if my past had died Simply renewing reality We watched, living and nonliving As the stars expanded and glided I gaped, silently forgiving My ugliness that had subsided The lake below grew jealous Of our glowing, beauteous form But we ignored it, obliviously zealous As the cold chill of night kept us warm When daylight came upon us The balance was tattered and torn My glowing frame was suddenly conscious Of the lake below, forlorn I stared upon its glimmering waters While the sun burnt out my paradise The college friend was sliced and slaughtered By the reality I have come to realise The ugliness declines to subside But who says beauty can’t be rough? The stars refuse to shine so bright But still they shimmer enough As for that random college girl I just don’t know how long But I’ll find her someday in this world And who’s to say I’m wrong?


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THERAPY

There are no lies to be written
Real life is how it's read
What I write is the honest truth
No more regrets
I've been pushed 
I've been shoved
Straight in the gut 
Where my heart bleeds out the love
No bandage around 
To patch it up
Pressure more pressure against me
On the floor bleeding
No help to come save me
Pain creeps around the room 
On the floor I try to breathe
Therapy
Need the therapy
Read this aloud 
Know what I'm about
Feel my pain
Read it
Look at my face 
Be it
I get up on my feet
Love still dripping
Someone help me!
I can't see
Therapy
Need the therapy
As I open my eyes
I see plain white bright walls
Around me 
I'm strapped
Noticed I'm patched
What happened to me?
I sit there and wonder 
Why me? Is this my fantasy?
This is what therapy put on me


Details | I do not know? | |

A Gushing Eulogy on the Devil

The time when thy heart’d beat no longer
When thy soul’d be shaken by thunder
Of the innocent hands of the Death
Coming to take hold of thy breath
What thou can do but the End to face
And lie happily in the Death’s embrace?
Your body awaits the fire and lashes
You’ll be crushed to earth and be burnt to ashes
No more laughs and no more grins
What else to eat but fruits of sins?
Thy boasted grandeur shall turn into dust
All thy powers and all thy lust
Everyone you gulled, everyone you fooled
Will all be with you, by the fire cooled!
Then the Lord shall rise, and the Love shall reign
And then thou shall see all you did in vain
Nothing remains then but to sigh and moan
How would it feel then? To taste Death alone!


Details | Blank verse | |

The Bones In The Hole

As a star to a child,
Far from earth,
Born in the wild,
Nurtured from birth,

By an addict within,
Leaves behind a mistake,
Forgiveness for her sin,
Sympathy she'll fake.

Disbelief arose the town,
Betrayed by their own kind,
Picture torn down,
No more body to find,

The departure was planned,
By an indecisive soul,
A printed story to stand,
The bones in the hole.


Details | I do not know? | |

Rendezvous

A newborn baby cries, 
As an old man dies, 
Will they ever meet?
Not walking down a street, 
(Yet perhaps they still did cross eachother's path,)
As the child raced through the heavens to his life, 
And the man raced on to again be with his wife,
Perhaps the man did wish the child 'Good Luck', 
As the anxious child uttered back 'Good Job', 
Yet maybe not, perhaps they never met at all, 
The old man went only to a grave, 
And the child came straight from the womb, 
Yet it's something to wonder about!


Details | Free verse | |

I Wonder

Sometimes I wonder,
What ripped us asunder
I wonder...why friends fade away,
I wonder...why death is our destiny,
And as we experience our final day,
I wonder what will become of you and me

I wonder, with eyes dilated,
Why this day was to be so fated...
When all I saw was you walking away
Or your soul released from here...
I see the suffering of Rene'

Our lives are short,
I wonder what ought
To have been,
Is there some reasoning
For the the ultimate sadness
Towards which we spin?

I wonder if we'll ever understand
What it's all about
I wonder, and wonder,
What was God's plan grand?

I could have redone this life
And accomplished so much more
But now it's too late,
For death approaches my door.


Details | Rhyme | |

Writing With A Pin

Writing with a pin,
I know it is wrong.
Writing with a pin,
Blood is being drawn.

Writing with a pin,
My skin's burning and searing.
Writing with a pin,
It's wrong, but it has a satisfying feeling.


Details | Clerihew | |

NO THANKS I AM FULL AND DON'T WANT ANY WHORE

 I’M FULL THANKS AND DON’T WANT ANY WHORE

I am a transient with words unspoken
I am a soul who’s been damaged and broken
For years I lived someone else’s life
Being my son’s little league coach and picking up a drunken wife
I’m an unrighteous man who’s weary and far too tired
And cannot find my way out of the muck in which I’m mired
I yearn for consistency yet find only daily different circumstances
A mortal who is always and forever taking chances
All I want is one place to live until I live no more
And in essence I have become Jesus Christ’s finest whore
I am a troubled transient 
 © 2011.….Phreepoetree  ~free cee!~


Details | Free verse | |

the art of persuasion.

She and the handsome gentleman finalized the contract, and he gently placed 
the antique pearl necklace into the palm of her tiny hand.  As he walked away,
she fantasized about making love with him, for he possessed both charm and 
exceptional good looks; he certainly was enchanting...thick, black wavy hair,grey-
green eyes...tall...muscular ~ oh, those muscles...all over his tanned body...head
to toe.

But she wondered about that limp as he walked away, depending on a heavy 
metal 
staff
for 
balance...

after all, an eternity of beauty and power in exchange for 
one
pathetic
soul.

The evening of the deed was a frigid six degrees, and there was a dead smell of
the sun.  She stayed late after work, waiting anxiously until everyone had gone.
Finally, he was alone in his office, so she placed the pearl necklace around her
fragile neck and unbuttoned her red, silk blouse so to reveal her sexy red
camisole.

She entered the office, and gently leaned over him from behind; he was aroused
by the scent of her "Red Door" cologne...his favorite, and his senses were even
more heightened as he turned around and observed her erect breasts speaking
in a language only he understood.  With his large hands, he slowly explored her
thighs, making his way up her black skirt.

"You have beautiful legs."
"You think so, huh?"

They kissed, and the necklace brushed his chest; he didn't feel well, at all.  He 
was hot...so hot, and his body began its metamorphosis, retaining a grayish
tinge....then blackish...

He
burst
into
flames;

then, disappeared along with all omens of the deed.

She walked over to the black wrought iron mirror and smiled; her wrinkles were
gone...vanished...just as promised; she was ten years younger.

The windows began sweating, and the handsome stranger appeared.

"I have one more assignment for you."
"But we made a deal, one soul."

She began to feel peculiar, and as she viewed herself in the black mirror, she 
began aging...ten years...twenty...thirty...she pulled out a large clump of thin, white
hair.

The room darkened from his moonly mind.



"My dear, the other soul...is yours."


Details | Free verse | |

dark thoughts

darkened moon
filthy room

five fast bullets
locked and loaded

perilous inches
from my head

fate is held
by my true loves' hand


Details | Free verse | |

Death comes to an Old Man

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Queen of Spades

Wearing her crown of dark cascades,
Her wooden staff with a flattened blade
Burying her secrets dark and deep
Of tri-tangos and bloody reaps
Adorned in shadows with reddened glaze,
All hail,
The Queen of Spades.


Details | Ode | |

The Unknown Poet n' the Lover with an Immortal Heart (Part 5 Final)

This new born day I celebrate your souls release from guilt n’ captivity since that day you 
felt a carnal touch of sin within as your hands played poetically upon the curves of your dead 
lover’s silken skin…
I know now  you made your way to the top of the rocks to plant a tree to guard this sacred 
place where I fell from thee n’ you repeated the poetic chant of love’s abandoning to follow 
me into our karmic destiny…

On that fateful day your soul bled away at the top of this crest by a solitary juvenile tree, 
your body of words fell to the rocks at the base of this cliff, embroidered into the blood of 
me…
The one who would hold a feather to her face on this crest by the sea n’ remember finally 
the days gone by of you n’ me, our deaths from love’s abandoning when you my love were 
lost to this world n’ me for ten centuries…

I now await destiny as we will love forever more with immortal hearts…


Details | Narrative | |

Quit That Tapping

like the raven 
who taps taps upon 
your chamber door
do not fret my Virginia
for it's my shadow
moving across the floor
this is what I'm telling you my darlin
and nothing more

beneath lattice
I still call your name
come to me virginia
come hear the tap tap 
upon your chamber door
for only you my love 
I surrender and never more

wind howls in blanket snows
here I stand so all alone
broken hearted and misconstrued
my Virginia who lies under stars and moon
just a tap tap upon your chambers door
tis I and nothing more

tales of hidas truth
blackbird sings harps cords
just like the tap tap upon your chambers door
my sweet Virgina whom I adore
for there'll be love waiting and nothing more

as I lay right next to you in this tomb
I counted only seven who have even knew
the times of this raven who 
tapped tapped upon your chambers door
twas only I and will be never more


Tribute To Edgar Allen Poe
And His Young Bride Virginia
Also To His Poem The Raven


Details | Free verse | |

night visions

            The 
              night
              struggles
              with
              illusions
             of
          drowning
         in
          a
           warm,
             turquoise
             sea...
           Tiny
          grains
           of
              sand
                 float
                   in
                    front
                  of
               eyes
            opened
           wide
           as 
              we
               sink
                deeper...

                  deeper...

               trapped...

          in clarity.


Details | Rhyme | |

Through the fields of Grace

Through the fields of grace,
Set fire to the face
Run away, set the pace

Live with your mind buried in the cries
So wrapped up in your warped lies
Nothing lives anymore; tomorrow everything dies

Slam the door and whisper their fate
Lie some more and open the gate,
The gateway to the hell you promised in frosted words of glorious hate

Lie to them, the ignorant FOOLS!
As they waste away...those useless tools

Slanderous words of false glory
They fail to see the underlying gory-

Deaths covered to hide the shame
That they lied to bring riches and fame

So through the fields of grace,
Set fire to the face
run away....and set, the pace


Details | Haiku | |

When the Stream Stops Flowing

          My heart beats roughly
With the stream's incessant flow-
                    Impetuous death.


Details | Lyric | |

Tears

A great day ending in tragedy
now you wait until you get the news
I was scattered in different forms
The car door was slammed into my side
The doctor walks in to give you the news
You fall to the floor
Tears falling from your face
Your makeup running down unto your clothes
Making a stain where your heart used to be
I took you back into the darkest place of my soul
Something was different more darker than before
Now you wait until the funeral of your lost love
Your standing in the corner
Your face is covered in darkness
The blood runs from your eyes
How it hurts in the worst way now that im gone
Your realizing how much i meant to you
Something you havent seen before
Your blindness fades away as you start to see
You fall to the floor fainting
No one picks you up
They drop my casket into my little hole
Where i will stay all life long
How your tears fall unto the ground
Getting soaked up by the soil
Drowning me in your tears
Admire the past no more ways to see the future
Now that your starting to love me more
You wait until you see me in a dream
Dying like the past
As your moving on i fade away
I am no longer alive
You left me behind


Details | Free verse | |

Murmurs of a mermaid

The oceans spit covers the grounds she walks.
Were clams closed mouths keep secrets.

Bubbling from the cracks of their mouth,shhhhh.
A open but closed sea of mysteries. 
The ocean hands cling to the thin golden ropes of her hair,
 as she exits the oceans door,to visit the golden clothed sands,
to sit upon a naked rock..

Basking in a mysterious loom of a sleepy moon.Combining her hair with a defeated set of sharks teeth.A lonesome mermaid,the last of her kind,wishes to be human rest on her withering mind.Blind sighted dreams unfold from her glittered long hair,opening the eyes of the blind night.

Her mind, a pondering land,dried by ceaseless thoughts of a plan,
against a evil fisherman's plan to drag her out her land.
Her mind grows weak from thoughts so antique.
So sour the time of dying hours.

Swimming for desperate escape,throughout lemon aid waters.

Finally escaping  free in mystery

Escaping  free from lemons bitter acid.

Waters once drunken now placid.


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Thrice a Widow

She's thrice now had a scarlet groom
Adorned in silk this dusty room
	She sobbed away sorrows in black
	When she discovered the knapsack
	In gold and pearls, did sorely lack
	And her head and palm greeted, smack!
	Like his body met the floor, thwack!
	The house empty, less her they track
Hardened heart, hollowed like a tomb
Was it lover's spat or planned doom?


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Duo-rhyme? Not quite got the iambic tetrameter down, but I tried.


Details | Blank verse | |

the rotting edge of hope & abandon pt. I

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


Details | I do not know? | |

Eclipse

The Sun is now gone
Beaten away by chains and whips
You won't last too long
Under the reign of the new Eclipse


Details | Ballad | |

When I Stopped That Day To Pick Death's Rose

I heard a little rumor from
a stranger on the road today;
he wore a heavy veil of dusk
to keep the winter's song at bay.

His face was well concealed; although,
his shriveled hands had drawn my sight;
it seemed like they were withering
and, like the moon, a pallid white.

"A little further down this road,
there lies a curse'd patch of grass
obscured by trees to hide its shame;
for that, I know I am to blame.

The flow of time had left that place,
yet still the living wandered in,
until they saw that wicked plant
whose very growth was deemed a sin."

The frigid notes were ominous,
like most of what the old man said,
and quickly did his coal-coat flee
to leave but silence in his stead.

A trav'ler's prank is what I thought,
but further down the road I saw
an isolated trust of trees
with polished trunks and lively leaves.

Surveying past the tow'ring brown,
I stood in awe at Gaia's gate;
if anything, I had to know
how nature could intimidate.

The grass was like an emerald floor,
a regal rug for royalty,
and aromatic jewels stood proud
amongst the scattered shrubbery.

But then, I sensed a mournful soul
and heard a fright'ning tearful call;
at center grew a single rose,
left weeping within wooden walls.

Its petals were like chimney soot,
but had the most enchanting smell;
its stem and leaves were silver clad,
a gorgeous blossom spawned from hell.

Despite the omens I had heard,
there was a certain beauty here.
If such a flower bred disgust,
I'd shelter it, neglecting fear.

There was no trace of bitter cold,
upon return from curse'd land.
I left that world with fragrant sin
clutched tightly in my mortal hand.



My heart gave forth compassion,
when I stopped that day to pick death's rose.


Details | Free verse | |

Fields of the Black Rose

Flowing fields of black 
Roses the hue of night 
Dark meadow take me home 
Relieve me of my fright 
And take me back. 
Blackened fields of ashy rose 
Take me to my home 
Where I'll never see the sun again 
Where I'll never hate 
And never bend 
Where we only see in shades of gray 
Where summer sun has shone its last 
And November wind is here to stay. 
Where I can go forget my past 
And never have to pay 
For the things I've done. 
Blackened fields of ashy rose 
Take me to your home 
Where we all see in shades of gray 
And I can rest in the coldly blowing wind. 
Forget my face forget my name 
Forget my form forget my sin 
Let me stay and waste away 
Please won't you take me in?


Details | I do not know? | |

The Battle Between Light And Dark

I saw a light shining down on me
Thought it was the end of time.
And I just couldn’t let it 
I turned to face the bringer 
But he just walked away
Maybe now I can live to fight another day.

Wax and feathers won’t stand the test of time
Falling like a stone only to be shot out again
If you can’t stand your captors, then don’t do the crime
I can’t walk away this time
In silence here I stand alone 
Climbing the walls is the only thing we can do.

Then darkness fell all around the town
I heard the sound of heartbeats all at once
Screams rang out long into the night
Voices rising and falling
Now after all, it could all end here
Then I heard nothing but the sound of silence.

All of a sudden a light began to appear  
A million eyes all opening at once
It was nothing like anything I had seen before
But there was hesitation and apprehension
It all seemed to land on one man’s decision
I want to believe, I want to smile
And then the doors open and I see a new Eden.
                                         


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

IN Disbelief @ Elizabeth Ruff

I seen a deepness, hard to describe, it was in only one man's eyes the pain was 
there and I could see. But in disbelief I did not go. I wish that I  could go back 
again so I could call this man a friend. He was caught in a soul with no relief, the 
soul  was searching for just belief. But i can't find the reason why it travels in time 
in disbelief. I wonder why that I can't seek I think it's further then I can reach but 
for some reason I regret the soul I search is only 
death.                                                                Dedicated   Howard Hughes


Details | Haiku | |

Once Upon a Dark Fog

Where the trees once stood,
A dark fog covers their grounds-
                    A path through lost lives.


Details | Blank verse | |

Stalker

I embrace the nocturnal shade 
coiled beneath tangerine lamplight 
on the corner of the street 
in case a certain little lady walks by. 
I am ever watchful 
in the telephone kiosk bathed in smells of damp 
directories, of urine and pubescent vandalism; 
silhouetted at the mouth of the 
tubeway entrance; 
sat in the rusting Lada across the road; 
ever watchful, 
gaze unwavering, unflinching. 
I have perfected the dead-eye stare. 
I am the vigilant sentinel. 
I am watching you. 

Wherever you choose to go I am 
mere footsteps away, 
dogging your trail. 
At the salon I watch your pale tresses 
cut and blown dry 
through stencilled window glass. 
That time I got a lock of your hair. 
I like to collect souvenirs. 
They bring us closer. 

I know you know I am here, 
I make certain of that; 
dead certain. 
I want you to know I am here, 
always present 
on the periphery of your vision; 
live ghost haunting your existence. 

The police have made empty threats, 
charges of loitering with intent. 
Intent to do what, though? 
That is the question. 
Intent to do what? 
It is for me to know and you to discover. 
This is the game, my sweet, 
the game we play. 

I feel your fear when you pick up the 'phone 
and no one answers, 
only the romance of dead silence; 
I can smell your sweat leaking down the line, 
taste your breath, sharp and spicy with fear, 
burning down the line. 
I sense your arousal, 
the wetness of your loins, slick 
with the lubricant of anticipation, 
of desire, 
of surrender. 
But we do not speak, no, 
not yet, 
but soon. 
Be patient, beloved, be patient as I am patient, 
stoic and timeless and patient. 
I hear you sobbing, crying down the line, 
hear the crystal crash of vodka glass shattered 
against the wall. Be patient, calm yourself, 
for soon, very soon, we will meet...and 
then my intent will become clear... as 
clear as those shards of shattered crystal, 
my sweet...


Details | Blank verse | |

yellow dress

if i woke up from
on the kitchen table
and saw her standing
there at the fridge
pouring tomato juice
into her bloody mouth,
wearing nothing
but that yellow dress
she cut in half
last halloween after walking
to the river where she
said the most beautiful things
about dancing with the moon
right before throwing up
something black & fleshy-pink
on the rock where i was sitting,
& we walked back to eat
a fried egg standing
next to the stove where
she would light her cigarettes
swigging shady ladys, silently
listening to my developing dissatisfaction
& some sort of lingering love,
if she was here right now,
staring blankly at flies buzzing,
i wouldn't be surprised,
even if it has been three years since she died.


Details | Free verse | |

Hell Train

This train of pain stop’s at every
Train stop

Seeking all that want to step on
Board

You can buy a ticket or ride free

For he welcome one and he
Welcome all

Twisted faces cries out in a
Relentless cry

Welcome all and I want all

Screams of pain yell to the
Mountain tops

The pain clamps deeper with
With a eerie growl

He said let’s go for a ride

All Around the track and hence
Forth back again

Pain” O” pain run from me I
Swear I will be careful the 
Next go round

Give me peace and  make my
Body free

From this painful drunken state
Am in

For my eyes are blurry

My limbs is crackin”

So much pain for one to endure

The pain is cutting into my heart

It’s piercing through me like a
Sharp knife

Can’t you see my heart is losing
Blood

Drip, drip, drip my blood
Is Rushing and running on the
Floor

Please, Mr. Conductor stop this
Here train

All this blood is making me sick

Let off, “O” let me off

Know getting off you just enter
Into hell...


Details | Verse | |

Parasite Alley

The moon sunk her teeth in a sky of black,
Over city backdrops and the scent of crack,
Neon spilled burning through traffic veins,
Dead man's handles on subway trains.
I tasted of acid in the end of night,
Snow descended dirty, off-white, 
Staring through curtains at six a.m.,
Into the kitchen and back again.

All currency spent in the cheapest of bars,
The ones beside wreckage of burned-out cars,
Drinking from morning 'till midnight chime,
With stoned stool-pigeons and lives of crime.
I hurt nobody, only hurt myself,
Sat in the shadows, toasting my health,
As sleep comes calling I start to fall,
A dreamer washed-up with no dreams at all.

Don't tell any secrets, don't tell any lies,
There's enough depiction in these blood-red eyes,
Don't require religion or my soul to save,
Or a shallow legend on a shallower grave.
I could preach you sermons to warp your mind,
I could show you things to strike you blind,
But the world won't listen, it remains the same,
Always leaves me stranded with a crying shame.


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And Then

And Then…

My work finished
     I glanced back at the clock
Ah… The Witching Hour
     Hung heavy on the next tock
My thoughts raced back
     To childhood days
          To scary stories
               Round campfires haze
                    To daunting dares
                         In dark woods maze
               And then… It caught my eye

A phantom shape
     That just moments before
Had been shadows tossed
     Twixt the walls and floor
And I admit
     Twas’ dimly lit
          Random shapes
               In chances knit
                    Poorly viewed
                         From where I sit
               And then… I saw it move

Just then I thought
     Tis’ time to trust and pray
And steady my hearts resolve
     Should this be the reckoning day
And then I swear
     The room grew cold
          Events purpose
               Moved to unfold
                    My chest I clutched
                         My soul to hold
               And then… I heard it speak

“Time is at hand”
     And those words comforted it seemed
And my God in a timeless moment
     I became one with all I’d dreamed
Tis’ certain this
     Event of page
          Will visit all
               Upon life’s stage
                    Fully quenching
                         Life’s burning rage
               And then…


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In The Dark

Walking alone in the dark
All is silent
Until theres a snap of a twig
Hands come from behind
Holding my neck
I try to scream
Noone Hears
The hands grow tighter
I give up fighting
I take a final breath
He lays me in the bushes
My body cold and still
Noone knows who did it
They probly never will


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Tug


The fog reminded him the winter's edge
how faster can the nightly riding be?
he felt the overthrow and painful sledge,
- the asphalt hit the rider departee.

The roar was heard amid the falling snow
the bike capsized - and hard he fell to slug,
across the never reached horizons' glow,
received her bridal kiss and asphalt's tug.

He danced with her beneath the nimbus cloud
- enjoining the magnificence of waltz;
bestowed, denoted valor, fore avowed,
ambrosial her remembrance was, and false.

Beforetime she became his fate in mists,
perceived their airy dance, surpassed treetops
lithe daughter of woods' emptiness, not kissed
on fares unvisited, where searching stops.

Inside the nimbus celebrating Halls
Collegiate was the feast's inviting dance,
trajectory redemptive, death-ride tolls,
- was thoughtful and cognizable her glance.

So standing tall 'mid honors and dusk shades,
recalled the margins that he raced upon,
three hundred for Persephone of Hades
to be his wed on skyline's denouement.

The bullocky V-engine echoes thence
and crowns the basalt rocks atop the brae
when riders pass and fog is hazy-dense
upon his street-bike-fighter see him sway.

© 09-04-2013, George Venetopoulos
(Iambic pentameter)


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he is leaving home

                            
                  In great respect of the band I grew up listening to
                       as sure as Mom passed down Saturday Chores 
                      for I had been chosen to scrub bathroom floors `

                    Yet a familiar sound would bring me to keep scrubbing
                       The red album, The blue album , The White album 
                        Then .. Abbey Road , always remembering the sad look on
                  Ringo's face ,  something hard to understand underneath~
                       
                      I get it now, what you were saying all those years ago ,
                    the many sad lonely tears , secret tears , secret fears 
                    For Maxwell's Hammer was a real one . It wanted silence

                    Going back ..remembering when John Lennon died 
                      I was in Arkansas saddened with the world .
                      Then seeing his face saying " Drag isn't it " 
                      No .. this was not my hero in music and song .

                      he was a stand in hired William , he filled his shoes 
                      bringing diversity to create so much beautiful music from loss

                       One left standing , alone;; grief struck on back cover ~
                       The other identity hidden, tried to be part of ..coming together
                                                                                                                                                                        
                            his  world of secrets
                        He to suffers today , in fear , Faul~
                       
                        Too many years gone by .let us tell the Truth. Let us be free
                         The very sad long and winding Road ~
                         Let us Bury our real Paul. 

                         No more " Mystery tour "
                             No more fear 
                                Let him be in peace ~


           Inspired by " The Last Testament of George Harrison , Is Paul Dead ? "

                






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Fallen tree

Fallen Tree.

A fallen tree lies on the ground
Its life, long disappeared
It lies there dead and bent and burned
And yet in death it’s weird
The pattern of its silent branches
Have a life all of their own
All grey and gnarled and petrified
As I stand here all alone.

In death there be a certain beauty
One only has to look
The sacred truth be all around
Which can’t be found in books
This great old tree that’s fallen down
It’s considered now diseased
And yet it emphasizes life
Life’s power be increased.

For all the bush looks more alive
Against this fallen tower
In death it seems to magnify
The force of nature’s power
As its branches etched against the sky
They seem to wave and dance
In this spot among the bush land trails
It seems that life’s enhanced




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The Temptress Of The Cliff

The heaven's lanterns she commands,
The harmony of ocean's harp.
Her moonlit shadow firmly stands,
And merges at the hem of scarp.

As I approach, afraid to speak,
Her illustration disappears.
Alone I brave the mountain peak,
Her cosmic voice still in my ears.

Express'd within the spectral mist,
Her tender kiss, conveyed so soft.
And on her words, I do subsist;
A multitude of miles aloft.

I then behold the sight surreal,
And ponder secretly my choice:
"Shall I take flight? (My fate I'll seal),
Or will I die a silent voice?"

My reasoning was then postponed.
Her beck'ning gaze that I adhere,
Came back to seize my love, dethroned.
Her sympathy was so austere.

I saw the sky, in half was split.
Beheld the universe immense.
Her fragrance rendered counterfeit
In face of harsh liquid incense.


I spied the Owl in the monsoon,
And glimpsed the Lark with grace outdone.
The former dancing with the moon,
The latter weeping for the sun.


And in her treason, I confide,
In holding on to but her arm.
The temptress of the cliff, my bride,
Will keep me far away from harm.

And so we danced on sky-high rocks,
The temptress of the cliff and I.
Disregarding all the clocks
That once beguiled us from the sky.

And on this cliffside masterpiece,
I felt my life was then complete.
With all my joy and inner peace,
I plunged a hundred-thousand feet.

She stood there singing to the draft,
High up that rocky balcony.
With her success, she cruelly laughed
At my stalemate epiphany.

Temptation preys on ill of wit.
So brook your life's pathetic tiff.
Above all things, do not submit
To her, the temptress of the cliff.


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ADRIFT

ADRIFT
-----------
Swallowed by waves
Intensely waged in war
A mariner swims seized
In anarchic zones

Colliding crests of clear 
Currents clash/clutch
Shifting and drifting it 
Further from shallow
Fluidic floors

Lingering lured beneath 
Deep aqueous lands
He swims sedate a
Straight stroking lap 

Embarked on his quests 
To cults of creatures as featured 
Foreshadowed and seen 
In rippling revelation

The chilling cool
Of the seas quench
The tip of his tongue
Tantalizing his thirst
While the lighthouse bells
Roar renouncing the curse

Concocted clamantly by 
Imps tightly towered ashore
In aimless search of
He who fiercely fled 
Like a falcon freed
From the flooding floors

Mellow sweet melodies 
Sound a sugar's energy burst
Beaming bright as the sun
Sparks the dawn's white flame

Shading the scenes a
Deific seraphim's drape
As the towering sky's
Blue clothed in white cape

How brilliantly a defunct figure 
Darted deep in the distance
Shapes an empryean eel 
Adrift its ocean's reticence

~Poetra Jah~


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A Homeless Man Named Sam- Part 1

Hebrews 13:2 "Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares."
 
"Authors Note: This is a true short story/poem of my strange encounter with a dear, homeless man named Sam.
 This happened in 1992, when I was living in Grass Valley, Ca. These are not actual pictures of Sam, but they remind me of him in so many ways. We should care about people, all people, homeless or otherwisez'
 ***Dedicated to Sam*** ____________________________________________________ 
Part 1
He stood alone on the corner on a local, busy, traveled street
 In ragged clothes holding a sign standing in the cold or heat
 “Anything Helps,God Bless", it says, on his small cardboard sign
 "I’d appreciate whatever you give, even a nickel or a dime".
 Most all the drivers pass him by, seeming not to care
 But every time I see him, I feel such a need to share 

I’ve seen him at other places in that same part of town
 A place where the homeless go; those that are lonely and down
 There’s a shelter down the street, a couple of blocks away
 It’s called “Open Door Mission” a place where the homeless stay
 
I want to cry when I see this place, full of children, women and men
 Driving down by the Mission down on Nicholas Street, I see them picking through dirty, garbage bins
 Glad when they find a piece of clothing, or joyful for some aluminum cans
 
Some people think it’s shameful when others are down, or in such paltry jams
 I think to myself, “How can they feel this way, it could be them or me”!
 “Open your eyes”, I want to yell out loud, “Isn’t this the land of the free”? 
How far have we come from this ideal, 'Land of the Free, Home of the Brave”?
 On our holiday, the Fourth of July, does that saying mean the same today?
 


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Raven's Revenge

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Happiness in a Wrong way

Happiness in a Wrong way – Zamreen Zarook

In the notion of seeking happiness,
I thought of stepping in to nonsense,
I dream I could find success,
But I had only little access.

Every attempt that I lend,
It was an utter failure at the end,
My life was full of difficult bend,
But God is always there as a good friend.

My deeds travel in various ways,
Some times in subways,
Or in times it goes in highways,
But I had the belief, God is there always.

North and south families surrounded,
East and west friends are rounded,
Every time fear on death soughed,
I am trapped, and my merits are loaded.


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The Death Of Marie Antoinette

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Roses

Oh, I see roses in your eyes
we're put here only to face demise
this unknown road we walk is torn
yet of this world, we are born
some rich, some poor
some always seem adored
some black, some white
who's better? a non-sense fight
money is nothing, a temporal illusion
it only wreaks havoc and causes confusion
race is a color and I am colorblind
sexuality is sexuality why should others mind?
as for religion, it causes many pain
however, it's the only reason man's still sain
would you say born rich is an advantage
it's of no importance, either way
each and every, is put to the test 
will you be remembered? or forgotten like the rest?


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The Rongtern Mansion

Rongtern Mansion By M. Taha Effendi (Verse Libre) The front door of the mansion mysteriously creaks open, I freeze. Hoping to hear a welcoming voice, But all I hear is the wailing of the cold wind, The pitter-patter of rain outside, And the roar of lightning, The room reeks of damp, decayed wood and dusty furniture, I enter. The hall is dark, I can only make out countless ornate mirrors glittering on the walls all around, And a tiny candle that flickers on a table at the far end of the hall, An old telephone sits beside it, Squinting around nervously for any sign of life, Groping through the darkness, I reach the table, An ornate frame is perched on the wall there, An old man, balding, with a heavily creased face, firm jaws, and blood shot eyes, bearing a somewhat sinister smile, Looks back at me from it, A strange macabre feeling suddenly engulfs me, I pick up the cold receiver with a trembling hand, holding it to my ear, about to dial, When suddenly with a flash of lightning, I catch the smile of the old man in the portrait falter, And hear the sobs of a little girl on the phone, "H-h-h-hide me f-from d-d-daddy... H-hide m-me f-from d-daddy," Terrified, a cold shudder trickles down my spine, fogging my mind and senses, The phone slips from my grasp and hits the floor with a thud, And instantly the echoes of the girl's sobs get louder, They seem to be coming from behind a closed oak door a few steps away, As I reluctantly make my way towards it, The constant howl of the wind seems like an evil cackle, I can't help but feel that someone is breathing down my neck. I swallow a nervous whimper, Finally I am at the door, I turn the knob, It is locked. Just then I hear a floor board creak inside the room, Confused, I crouch and peep through the keyhole, I see nothing but darkness, But I wait, Perhaps my eye will adjust to the dark, It does, And what it beholds makes the very blood in my veins curdle, From the other side of the keyhole was peeping, A bloodshot eye... Winner of contest: "A Creepy, Scary Haunted House Poem, Please" by Constance - My Dear Heart


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The Third Eye

These mysterious mist coloured hills
Leading up to the foot of the mountain
The smell of marshy terrain
Distant times and lost legends
Its where I often see lost souls,departed their earthly uniform
Visions only the third eye can see

What I see is a pale gray unhealthy face
Steeped in the worst imaginable fears
Something indescribable has struck that once living individual
Something evil happened around this swampy place
Thick layers of fog,increases my awereness of unblessed acts
Visions only the third eye can see

Who could this poor soul be?
Signs of  a time long ago,we live in different worlds,different eras
That face I see,has not found peace and blessings
Lost between parallel existences
Visions only the third eye can see

The third eye,interesting place,energy-sucker
Uncomfertable at times
Messanger of what has been,and will take place
Late afternoon,dusk,often activity
Close my eyes,displayed like a movie scrolls behind my eyelids
Visions only the third eye can see

These are the visions I see and which chases me
Never gives me that peace and quiet I sometimes need
The black crow,messanger of death and ilness
Hounts me,sometimes I don`t know who it is before it goes down
Living on historical grounds,helds many secrets of bygone times
Visions only the third eye can see


A.Ertsland
Repost from 17th.January 2012


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Black and White

You’ve maddened me to the core 
You singed me with your ferocious fire
We’re opposites… we’ll never integrate  
We can’t blend with each other…
Your love and I’m hate 
We’re contrary to each other…

So don’t even think about 
Getting us back together 
Because without a doubt, 
We don’t click with each other…

So let us go our own way…

Everything’s black and white
You love to torture me with your deceptive devices 
We’re playing this chess match – let’s fight!
Tonight, you’re going to pay the prices
You’re going to be deleted from my mind…

I’m not the one that should pay the price
You act as if you’re an angel from heaven
But, you’re a fiend…a devil from hell...who needs your advice?
Could someone unchain me from this prison?

So let us prepare for that day…

Fear and bewilderment build inside of our minds
Taking over us…we’re wasting valuable time
Terror and wrath injects into our veins…time starts to unwind 
I’m regaining my glory…this moment feels so sublime  

You think you’re innocent?
I can sense your guilt…bleeding through you
Do you live to feed me anguish? 
Don’t deny it…you crafty demon…no wonder I feel blue

Let’s get ready for battle…
I’ll watch you decay…
IT’S PAY BACK TIME . . .
Taste my fury and my agony 

Everything’s black and white
You love to torture me with your deceptive devices 
We’re playing this chess match – let’s fight!
Tonight, you’re going to pay the prices
You’re going to be defeated…

I scream before nightfall
I close my eyes to kiss my demise
I want to disappear 
Scratch away my desolation
Wipe away my tears…
Spewing out of my eyes…like a waterfall
Tonight, there will be dismay
There will be suffering 
After sundown…
Failure and glory will expose like stars in the midnight sky
Who will earn the crown? 
No one knows in silent wars – who can reveal the light in goodbye
  
Why are we black and white?
Are you too afraid to know the reason why? 

Everything’s black and white
You love to torture me with your deceptive devices 
We’re playing this chess match – let’s fight!
Tonight, you’re going to pay the prices
You’re going to suffer alone…


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The Mystery of a Strange Cat

As the mourners had left,the holy showers ceased.
Still, the drops of agony fell on from the eaves of heart.
Then a forlorn crow fluttered its wet wings.

The waif cats always roamed in the yard,
But that dark night, a strange cat prowled to the portico.
Its eyes resembled the father’s, who was cremated hours back.

Moss of home clung on its eyes, but there was no tongue in the cat eyes.
Yet,the silent symbols were so strong. 
At either side of the cat eyes, the father and the son stood helplessly.

Later, I heard the mobile barks, which chased the cat to a distant rural crematorium.
And that strange cat never returned.
But its mystery remains still with the urn.


 


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Untitled #352 / Oh stars, even stars

Oh stars, even stars! Even the suns
whose undying light breathes life into all
countless mortal creatures across the universe,
whose sisters are their gods, whose risings set their clocks,
whose settings set ablaze the fire in their lovers’ eyes,
even they, even they are consumed
in the heartless Void!


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The Humans and I

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Being human does not imply that you have humanity…


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The Pencil Sharpener

I, the sleeper and dreamer
Wish for your end
Is it wrong, blasphemer?
Should I break, should you bend?

I sharpen your demise on a pencil sharpener
Peeling you away….reaching your core of lead
Should I break or should you bend?
Or can’t I just wish for my end?

There’s knives protruding from your eyes
The eyes I know are dead
The blasphemer you are will reveal where your body lies
Beneath your core of lead

I found you among the disposables
Wishing for my end
I blasphemed you and you just gave back
My pencils burning with lead

I screamed as you pierced through me
I felt it in my soul!
But I’m to blame for this masterpiece
I sharpened you with gold!

The shavings fall upon the ground
And still this dream moves on
Pierced, I fall without a sound
Until the break of dawn

I, the sleeper and dreamer 
Am still pierced to this day
So I hand the pencil sharpener to you
And pray you’ll be with me 


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A Soul Awakened

The warm light calls me
And all the people who cries for thee
I raise my hand in this abyss
Only to make one wish
To float among the others
With all my sisters and brothers
I call out for forgiveness with passion
I take their pain into myself for this occasion
The moment that I see the sky
I will not look back and cry
My body is laying still
People standing by it with a chill
The air gets dense with sadness
I would not think of it less
Some people look up and down
To see the light hit the ground
Some can vision the uplifting feeling they see
One soul that has been and always be
It is special to notice such aberration 
And that might be how souls are awaken


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Park Bench Ghost

 
 
Why am I emerging from the dark 
Staring at a bench in City Park. 
Breathless air without a bird in song. 
So I sit, unknowing, yet belong.
 
Sudden waves of anguish flood my mind. 
Feral, vicious, senseless bursts of time. 
Then a calming whisper fills my ear
And my reason now, for being here.
 
Minutes of my final day proceed.
Mockingbirds and peanut squirrels to feed.  
Speckled sun through breezy treetops sway 
And two hidden figures inch my way. 

Choking arms, a weakness, loss of breath; 
Forced behind a thicket to my death. 
Off they bolted free without a trace. 
Now I'm vengeance. Patiently I wait.

I'm aware each footstep, as they move, 
But this peaceful park is where I choose. 
Soon they stalk again. I know the place. 
Little do they know the wrath they face.

Gene Bourne
11-29-13



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When I Die

When my life has finally left me and my last breath has been shed
And the silver cord is broken and my bodies firmly dead
I shall hover near the body, download the scenes of this past life 
Noting all minutest details rolling backwards past my eyes

I’ll store these scenes ‘til later when I can take the time to learn 
What the lessons have to teach me and help me to discern
How I treated other people, made them happy, made them sad
Examine all my actions, both the good and the bad

Three days later I’ll lose interest as my focus moves away
From the world that I just left behind, there is no need to stay
For a lifetime in the life of man to God is just a day
And my soul as God on the wheel of life must move along its way

I’ll take the download with me as I move into first heaven
It’s the first stage in the afterlife, in number there are seven
Here I’ll see and feel the good things that to others I have brought
And revel in the feelings of the kindness that I wrought

I will store these in my seed atom so in future lives I’ll know
They’re the things that I must multiply for my souls’ conscience to grow
For the conscience is the souls’ voice that guides you day by day
That still small voice that warns you in what you do and say

When that’s done my view will shift then to the things that I did bad
To the hurt I did to people that left them feeling sad
I will feel their pain intensely, ten times worse when in this field
For I’ll be purely spirit now with no flesh for a shield

These painful lessons will imprint upon my seed atom as well
In some religions we are told our soul’s in everlasting hell
In the stages of the afterlife, this is your punishment in heaven
This is the third and the most painful of the total seven

The Grim Reaper now has visited with his scythe so I will know
Through natures Law of Consequence I will reap what I did sow
He has shown me all my misdeeds and caused me many tears
And this purgatorial experience may last for twenty years

When my suffering soul recovers and the pain has died away
And I’ve incorporated the lessons to never act this way
In future lives I’ll be a better man from these lessons I have learned
One step closer to perfection that my growing soul has earned

Now I can sleep, Oh peaceful sleep, a state of heavenly rest
I’ll dream the dreams I love in life, of things I love the best
All desires that my soul has yearned, not a thing I can’t create
In the Great Silence of the spirit world to help me concentrate

The colors are much brighter, the scent of flowers more sublime
The senses are much sharper, there is no sense of time
I will see all other people as pure souls just like me
And I’ll know we’re all evolving to the bliss of eternity

I will hear the mystic music of the planets as they pass
Like a thousand singing angels, heavenly peace has come at last
Every planet sings its own song, we’ve grown deaf to this below
But in this super consciousness we’re in the eternal flow

I’ll be with my friends and family and others whom I love
The ones who left before me and currently live above
There they wait with arms wide open and rejoice when I arrive
In the fourth stage where I now live, it’s utter joy to be alive

I’ve incorporated my lessons, I now recall my goal
And my mind begins to focus on further growth of my soul
I must make further preparations and my vision starts to clear
I feel I must keep moving forward for all my works done here

I now have gone through five and six, there is just one more 
In years it’s been from birth to birth one hundred forty four
The time has come to move along and leave this place called heaven
Prepare for life in the physical world, I move to number seven

My soul has gathered the material, I now know what I must do
To make some more improvements in the places I need to
I must take another body, I must live another life
To grow and liquidate more karma though it means more pain and strife

I build an archetype of the body that in future I will form
When embodiment is offered, and I can be reborn
I will see the opportunities and be able to discern
The ideal embodiment for me when the right egg meets the sperm

I will hover near the fetus, influencing where I can
And I’ll have the power to make it be a woman or a man
I will help to build the body to suit the lessons I must learn
To overcome more issues so more advancement I can earn

When baby takes its first breath and my soul is taken in
With the imprint of my seed atoms that it has brought within
Now the babys’ atoms resonate to my seeds vibration rate
Making it the perfect body for my soul to habituate

The new body will be my new home, I will live a life anew
Gain experience, learn more lessons, through the things that I will do
I’ll apply the added knowledge that I learned in this past life
More evolved than in the last one, and cause me less pain and strife

This will happen just as often as required by the soul
As it pushes ever onward, pushing ever t’ward its goal
Of complete re-integration back from whence it came
To the universal soul of life no matter what its name

Nature is not personal, it does not seek revenge
If we mess it up we have the chance to do it all again
We arrived here by this process, nothing’s changed it’s still the same
But our souls have evolved immensely since we stepped into the game

We started out as fallen angels with no experience on this plane
We’ve grown to this by coming back again and again
Though we cannot remember for each conscious mind has died
The feelings in the soul remained in our subconscious mind

And so this is the story of the cycle of the soul
As it struggles through evolution on its way toward the goal
It’s this way for all unfailing, from natures law there’s no relief
All living things go through it, no matter their belief


Details | Sonnet | |

Loves deadly spell

Together they live happily forever
in a life filled with sorrows and sadness
they will be together, always never
excluded from reality for life

Forever or never they live to cry,
away they will be gone with but a knife
the choice to live happily or to just die
A knife or life, forever or never

a quarrel, a death, leaving one alone
he lies on the ground, a knife in his heart
a plan, a scheme, its never to be known
She says to herself "we must never part"

Now two dead hearts lie, killed with the same knife
Why? Was it love or just a wast of life?


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 | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

A Homeless Man Named Sam -Part 4

Cont. from Part 3

Three months now, no trace of Sam has ever been found to this very day
 I think he was an angel from above, I don’t know what else to say
 I hope he’s at home in Heaven with God and his beautiful wife
 I believe he was sent to teach me a lesson and to share with me his life
  
If you see someone in need don’t just walk on by, please don’t treat them so unfair
 When you pass them- stop - give them a smile, send them a heartfelt prayer
 Try to help someone else, the best that you possibly can
 Always try to remember... this isn't where their homeless life began
_______________________________________________________________
 
I felt very privileged to have met this kind man
 But so saddened by his heartfelt story
 Was he an angel sent from God?
 I don't know, I only know I met a very, special man...
     a man named Sam
 
___________________________________________________
                                    ***Dedicated to Sam***


Details | Ballade | |

This cosy love

This cosy love

In guess I could rave on, and on
About every little thing
I could write about those sensual things
And the way our two hearts sing
When we lie there together
But it's so much more have we
We have this thing together
All filled with mystery.

You be the grand earth mother
As me, I be the child
You're ways are from the earth itself
You're tame where I'm still wild
Everything's so practical
With you, but not with me
Oh yes, we two be opposites
And yet I love you madly.

And even now, at seventy
There's nothing really changed
You're still the perfect lady
And you still think me strange
But I'm always going to love you
Just the way that you love me
And even when these shells are gone
This fact shall always be.
23 September 2013 @ 0530hrs


Details | Ballade | |

Fear of dying

Fear of dying

I have me no beliefs
To me they’re childish
And come through all the fear one has
To me they mean to wish
But I have faith that destiny
Will take me where it goes
Though what tomorrow well might bring
I really do not know.

I have no fear of dying
I’m not neurotic in this way
Though when the end does come to me
At the ending of my days
I may well panic, I don’t know
Whatever is will be
Yet while I’m here and filled with life
That’s good enough for me.

Belief is caused through fear
And when that fear is gone
Why is there need to worry
Whether life will still go on
Maybe once I never was
And I won’t be again
But I won’t let fear worry me
And drive my mind insane.

1 December 2013 @ 0715hrs.




Details | Narrative | |

Christmas Rebels

Christmas Rebels
It was about a weak
After that night walk
The unknown dangers, 
Made known, turned me weak,
I was managing myself,
After my heart was pulled,
From where it sank,
I was yet in the oven,
Of my haven,
To dry up the coldness,
And the wetness, 
Of that fearful night loneliness,

Today is Christmas,
The whole mass,
Was joyous,
Every home, glorious,
Meat was plenteous, 
Rice and beans.
Was every homes means,
Children bouncing in,
New goat skin jackets,
Mother’s dressed in costly
Beads and all the way,
Father leads.
For Christmas had taking over,
Taking over the African Shrine,
It supplied a joyous sunshine.
Our pockets were full of cowries,
Like a goldmine,
Happiness was mine,
For the usual war seemed 
To be hidden, and our teethes where like, 
“Forever opened”.

Oh! Joyful, blissful, plentiful Christmas.
Providing joy each time it surface, 
But joy has a slender waist that breaks so soon.
Christmas night came, so we visited 
Our beds as night rang it’s bell,

(To be continued in the next, same Poem).


Details | Rhyme | |

A Tempting Fate

(Inspired by the humorous short story, "Angel Of The Odd", by Edgar Allan Poe.)



This young man had just been visiting his mother,
His wife disapproved of spending his time with another,
He grabbed his coat and hat, but not an umbrella,
For, he was quite an unwise and careless fella.

The rain began to pour with thunder and lightning,
This foolish man did not find it a bit frightening,
He was looking forward to a warm hug and a kiss,
Although, it was her cooking that he really did miss.

He quickly jumped over puddles and leapt the gate,
But, little did he know, that he was tempting fate,
He knocked and pounded his fist on the front door,
The house remained dark, though it never was before.

Now, all that he needed to do was simply unlock it,
But, he found the key was no longer in his pocket,
He picked up a rock and shattered the window pane,
It didn't matter to him, if he disturbed their entire lane.

He cooked and ate his dinner, now he wanted dessert,
In his mind he thought, what could one more bite hurt?,
The young man could not silence the feeling to crave,
Yet, that is what would put him right into the grave.

His wife's specialty was a heavenly, angel food cake,
And, into this one, a secret ingredient, she did bake,
A drop of deadly poison to keep her husband at home,
For, she never liked the idea of being left all alone.

He was very much in love with this pretty, young baker,
Yet, she had planned a date with the local undertaker,
Her selfish plans to tempt him, had worked all too well,
His new home, six feet under, is now where he would dwell.




Written February, 27th, 2014  For Craig Cornish's contest - "Angel Of The Odd"


Details | Light Poetry | |

Queen Tamar

She had a sword
To cut of the heads
Of subjects not fitting

She has a heart
That lies upon a cold stone
Torn, withered

A knight from afar
On horseback did ride
Passing by the tombstone

He glanced, the wind at his back
He slowed, for no reason
Other than chance

He unmounted and strolled over
To this old stone of long ago
And felt the beating heart

Of the past


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 | Narrative | |

The Woman In White

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

Conspiracy: Who Killed The Easter Bunny

A crowded table, all suspended in shock 
The sound of the shot dimming to a ‘knock’
Only silence, except for the marching clock
The weapon still smoking; an anonymous glock
WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY?

Loud cries arise from the elongated table,
Jack Frost is shocked, the Tooth Fairy unable
To speak whilst Santa is checking the stable
For clues on the erstwhile maidservant Mable
WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY?

They searched for hours, called in C.S.I,
Panic set in, would the children all cry?
Sandman confirmed the bunny had died
Batman suspected somebody had lied
WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY?

Guests were quizzed, interrogations began
The mystery unfolded when Santa Claus ran,
Grabbing the pies, he tried escaping in a van
But was stopped in his tracks by superman
SANTA KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY!


Details | Narrative | |

Noises in the Night

One cold night, deep in thought, and curled in fright,
From folklore tales aimed to scare;
My rigid poise froze to a screeching noise
Outside, a voice not like I've heard before, to leave I would not dare
“It’s probably just an owl or creature of the night out there"
I muttered to myself, then pretended not to care

Oh, I recall quite vividly this icy Winter’s night
With grainy sight, the sandman came to lead me to his land
The weariness I fought but eventually he caught
Pulling me quite taut to somewhere far less bland   
Where I became the leader of a marvellous brass band
And down that path sandman tightly gripped me by my hand

Trumpeters and trombone players played musically in layers
Exciting each and everyone, spreading joy to all around
But my dreams were playing tricks, my mind was in a mix
The bass tuba sounded sick, not playing tuneful sounds
Instead a grating shrill, then the whining of a hound
The lightning and the rain came too, my dream then ran aground           

Alone I grew more frightened and the intensity just heightened
The shrieks and shrills grew louder with an occasional thunder clap
Taking sanctuary under bed sheets, preying for melodic sound beats   
Suffering this painful feat, my soul took a massive slap
Oh how I longed for it to stop and to return me to my nap
The bleakness of that night, my mind caught in a trap

Morning later broke, the ground outside was soaked
The noise had faded but there was still a haunting in my ears
A crunch, a grind, a squeak a whine
The cause I vowed to find, and to take away my fears
From the upstairs window I saw a farmer crouched in tears
And a windmill's broken sails; the mystery closure neared

Across the muddy field, I approached the man kneeled
Sobbing over what appeared to be a dead Alsatian
He'd found it just lying there, the hound, his best friend 
Downed by a falling windmill piece, killing gods creation
"A slow death" the farmer said "he must have cried out for attention"
"And my mill cranks broken causing noises of a nauseating sensation"



Details | Ballad | |

My kiss from Heaven

My Kiss from Heaven

I used to have a Ouija board
I’d play with it for hours
I never really believed in it
I thought it had no power
It was just a novelty
To me, a piece of fun
Then once when I was playing it
Just before the day was done

All of the room went kind of still
And a silence touched my soul
It felt like angels were all around me
And my world felt kind of whole
My hand went whirring round that board
Like me, I could not stop it
I felt that I had no control
It disturbed me just a bit.

A message, well it seemed to come
It seemed to say to me
“Phone your father in the old country
And do it speedily”
So I did this, I phoned Mum up
She told me dad was sick
And If I wanted to see him alive
I’d have to get back quick.

Well I got back to see my dad
Then he died not too long after
I let him know how much I loved him
And we shared some tears and laughter
I ask, was this a kiss from Heaven?
It seems like this could be
All I know is I’m glad it happened
It changed my life for me.

11 September 2013 @ 1453hrs.
Peter Duggan.








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 | Lyric | |

The Night Walk.

                                                                                   **A WINNING POEM**


That night, my heart pleaded i should
Wait over and pass the night at grand pa's 
Old inn.
Enormous was my concern to reach home 
And see Constance La France.... the rambling poet.
About "create your own form, may be?"
I embraced the night and darkness mingled 
With my eyes;

Yonder are night workers,
Here and there they wander,
Seaching for who to plunder,
Oh! what a mighty wonder.
Look at that  supermarket,
And a man with a mask,
Gun and matchet,
He most be a burglar,
Oh! i must be undercover,
Or else i step into danger,
For the night is in dark anger.

"Ahh! ahhh!! ahhhh!!!" the cry of a victim,
Something must have wrought a cry,
Who will be the rescue?
For me, this night walk must linger.
Look at the police, having me as an 
Accomplice, they need my identity and money,
Yet yonder is the victim crying....

Look over there! drug users
Assembling in dark corners,
Swaying like feathers,
In the midst of their daily rituals,
That is never beneficial,
Oh! blind earth leading to an open death.
Group upon groups, stationed in their post,
Looking so malicious, looking so vicious, 
Brandishing weapons, ready for the slaughter,
Gun shoots clatter as a group fight starter.
Charles melody has seen wonder
And endless palaver.

Knives mingled with flesh, blood and bone,
Men eager and bold,
Heads bounce like ball,
Suddenly, calmness......
Gba! gba!! gba!!! another trigger's verdict?
Lord when will these pass over?
For i am likening to salt in water,
Never to calm and ponder,
The night walk seemed not to be over. 

For the night is in dark anger....


BY CHARLES MELODY (Lightening Ink)                  **14TH PLACE IN
 CONSTANCE LA FRANCE CONTEST,
 WITH THE THEME; "DEEP, DARK AND DRAMATIC".
===============================
The form of this poem is called,"stream of consciousness." 
i formed it so because the thought kept coming
 like a stream or river of consciousness in my mind,
i was conscious of the dangers i knew, especially in my Little
African village and the war that covered it.
For "Constance La France, the Rambling poet's contest.


Details | Rhyme | |

desiring the Vampire

                 
                 It was the Southern French window blowing open 
                    he came in the night no word spoken 
                The eyes so sensual and piercing me as if nothing matters
                     he is all I think of now as each day I grow weaker

               I will soon die unsure of my fate 
                  my life I will give to him a offering I ask him to take
               This man so desirable with dark eyes and hair
                  even if he is not a man but a beast 
                I no longer care I submit to the last drop of blood

                 As I lay with a cotton white gown in a locked room 
                   I throw my rope of Garlic far to be seen 
                 Nothing can stop this now longing and lustful 
                      feeling like I'm in a forever dream  

                    I wait for him too enter 
                       I wait for him
                                  willing to die 
                               I wait losing my Religion
                                   The Vampires offering am I              
                                   
                          

                 " For That Archaic Poets contest " Shanity Rain 


Details | Narrative | |

My Story Telling Who is this Princes

The night air made her feel tired
As she looked out side all the fences were wired
In the distance she hears crowds yelling
As she was to young to know they were rebelling
Father she asked where are we going?
Mother said to keep quiet and keep walking

Mother yelled in the night air
Father gave out a blank stare
They yelled run my princess run as far as you can
As that moment past her little feet pushed off and she ran
She ran to the nearest bushes and crawled into it to hide
She never smelled the air before as if someone just had died

As she lay on the ground under a bush she heard 
A loud yell in the distance almost to absurd
My name is Angelica, I am just a young girl who does not know 
Angelica just wants to live her life with help to grow
Angelica did not know what just happened she notice a figure in the distance
A little person just like her, a strong but gentle presence

Angelica saw the people who were shouting run off toward the voice
She was scared and she knew that she had to make a choice
Angelica fragile state was so confused and lost
She knew it will take burden on her at a cost
But in that moment of quietness a young but strong voice called out
Can you trust me just because? will you come with me with no doubt

My Story Telling  Together In A Strange World


Details | I do not know? | |

Family Matters

In the attic, above wooden floor,
through the hallway of psychotic, locks upon my door,
near the broken window and glass of the sore,
hiding in the shadows,
bloodstains on the wall.

 Number nine,
house at the end of the street,
where lights are low,
where silent never sleep.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

I'm Your Only Sacrifice

I'm Your Only Sacrifice


You have me live up to your expectation and provide even more,could this be your own private game?
You call me mean,but I can't be nice when there's nothing nice in front of me.
You call me cold,but I can't be warm when the world iced over.
You call me sad,but I can't be happy when all there's is sadness in your own eye's.
You call me jaded,but I ca't reconnect to emotion that died in me upon your very wish.
You tell me over and over to smile,but what the point if I long forgot to smile.
You tell me over and over to be happy,but isn't the point to be thankful to be alive and live the life given to you.
You tell me over and over release those emotion and let other in,but I've seen the broken spirit of letting other near without a thought of the trouble.
You tell me over and over to be less distance and away from the warmth,but all that matter's is that what taken care of is done.
You tell me over and over to not grieve,but who are you to say such words when your the one grieving the most.
Though these be my own childish whim's,I refuse to let my wounds have salt poured into them and you look over me while they burn and slowly disappear.
I want to let go but for all that it worth these weren't your dreams for me,to build that break wall not only to other's but toward you as well.
I will hold your hand even while you cry,I'll hold on until i can't.For you see I am your backbone your my light the reason for my jaded heart.
This is my own sacrifice,I chose this one for myself and not one given to me.
In ever little thing this is m only true fear.I will lose myself in the end.So call me what you want for it nothing more superficial scandal,That I have no need to control no more even if I be your only Sacrifice


Details | Rhyme | |

What Am I

What Am I?

I am long, dark, and sleek
I carry death and life with me
Others like me this I do seek
I can deliver death to those that I see

I have heavy doors; no windows thick 
I have a tail that is long and thin
I have a surface that is slippery and slick
Pushed by composite materials outside my skin

I have a sail and rudder but I am not a boat
I have fins but I am not a fish
I can swallow air without a throat
I can keep in the air however long you wish

I can not talk but I can make a sound
I do not travel fast but rather slow
I can see only the surface but hear all around
I can not travel high but I can go low

On the surface I may seem small
But I am larger than you will believe
I am teardrop shaped but not tall
Those I protect I hope soundly they do sleep

What am I?


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Seeking The Registar II

Tribulation Ventication: This selection will be completed in part's. So be patient as I will be running out of space and having to continue and then continue in part's again! This is a true BIO and tend's to be graphic. As not even I as a Poet, can make this stuff up......

Tribulation Vendication From Scratch;**

It started at the Hampton, VA
I was a crack addict
And drank alcohol
Twenty four hours' a day
I stayed in treatment for over 
      Twenty Year's
My mother was appalled
Fore she didn't know it all
       ----
For my poor Mother
Their was nothing but tear's
Those sorrrowful tear's lasted
      For many year's
They could only but leave
        Cool, Cold Chills'
      ---
I smoked dope
And drank alcohol
Neve did I realize what fate
That was about to be-fall
Hell, Iv'e done it all
      ---
First come Addison Disease
It came like an avalanch
And then more crack
I got so high that I couldn't
        Come back
      ---
And more alcohol, anemia
And bone's that cracked
Mental condition's which were
         To hard to attack
      ---
I had a vertebrata Fracture
  A spine C-5 disaster
I fooled all the doctor's
They were so surprised
It was as though
They couldn't believe
Their eye's
They couldn't tell if I would
        Talk
Or ever walk alive
          On the earth
With out prostetics or worse
      ---
I joined the Coast Guard
  A young man
But, that Addison Disease
     And Viral Syndrome
Just simply got out of hand
      ---
Then I joined the Army and
Tht was too much
Anti-social Personality
Arthritis and disciplinary problem's
Were just too much
For one man
The temperature in Germany
Were too much to stand
      ---
I was discharged withou pay
Now, I am at the Veteran's Administration
Known as the "VA'
And it so remain
Even today
      ---
But now I am OK
      ---
I was diagnosed with Hiv'
Which completely destroyed me
My life was full of shame
Their was so much pain
And no-one to shed the blame
But, in treatment 
I still remained
      ---
While in Baltimore
The AID's went full blown
Their was a fat chance
That I would ever live
Not for very long
At least I would never
Make it alone
      ---
This my family didn't know
Because I never told them so
Even if I did
Where could I go
      ---
Renal failure, kidney failure
Respiratory Arrest
That wasn't the test
I also had pneunmonia
Extreme congeston of 
The Chest
      ---
The grip of the disease
  Was nothing that you
Would want to put on a friend
Fore the mortality rate for then
Would get the better of most men
      ---
Until then





 













Details | Lyric | |

When that moment comes

When that moment comes

When that moment comes
When this story, it be done
Will I stand there ready
To meet the power of one?
Or will I fade away
Like dust into the night?
When that moment comes
Will I welcome me that light?

To die unto this moment
Is the only way to be
To greet ones death from day to day
So very endlessly
This be the way to live ones life
If he would live forever
Then he will know just who he is
And death will touch him never.

When that moment comes
Will I be right to join the all?
To touch the power that runs the show
Will it all be beautiful?
As I melt into the other
Will it be wonderful.

A lifetime without knowing
Is the way that most folk be
But I must find the answer
Right now to ‘who is me?’
Because I feel that power
So deep within my core
That tells me it’s forever
But am I really sure??

17 August 2010 @ 1105hrs


Details | Light Poetry | |

A Battle Of Resistance, Will And Compromise

Here I am, standing all alone feeling so isolated, depressed and lonely. The serenity around me is void of Life and Hope and vacuum occupied both sides of me. All these condemned me to the feeling of uncertainty. I just walked on without making a decision, and what I see in front is different from my behind like two distinct worlds but having one motive one rejecting me and the other embracing me by all means. The one in front was totally enveloped by total darkness and I was so blind to the point I cannot see myself. All I felt was doom and extinction and this feeling grew stronger the more I stare. Full of fear I turned back to the other world. The elements of Nature were in weird exhibition. The Dark-red Sun, emitting melting fire, and space coloured in a Purple-Orange mixture. Brown Rocks gushed out Silvery water, Large and bottomless Pot Holes as wide as Nations existed and filled the Earth as though the aftermath of the end of age. Different questions and scenarios flooded my mind my complex feelings, combined by all negatives, helplessness and hopelessness already weighing me down and worst of all guilt was making me want to explode. I focused more, down one hole and was raged on a girl been raped, felt intense shame as Divorced Parents neglected their innocent Kids sympathy overtook my being as children die of Poverty. Not taking this anymore, I searched for a better alternative. The second Pit showed no sign of peace, I felt humiliated at the killings and wars, the slavery to Drinking disgusted me, the sexual adventure with Animals insulted me and the rampant dirty Politics embarrassed me. Of course! This is also not a place to be. My mind is now made up to turn back to darkness as I did, an endless Bridge appeared. I walked through it with ease and Pleasure and a force behind me ensured I never turned back. With my destination unknown, I resisted strongly, then I realized the Bridge was closing up from behind. This definitely indicates a Journey never to return and seems to be the road to my slaughter. With my maximum resistant force, I ran back and just at the end point of its closure, I jumped swiftly with my eyes closing in reflex. Opening it, I found myself lying in a Room, very weak and in white clothing surrounded by heavy electronic gadgets and disturbed by computerized simulated sounds. Even with a blurred sight, I tried to figure out where I am then I noticed a woman in white as she screams "She is alive!"


Details | Free verse | |

The River home

It was a home on the river we lived .
It was the ghost of a young man whom had taken his own life.

I still remember the vision of him walking by me with a blank stare 
We,  as a Family of  seven , moved into this river house 
Panoramic views right out to the river , I should mention

I was home alone as a child , looking out at "The Julia Belle Swan " as she went by .
Upstairs in that room as I saw a figure walking by , with very nice features , auburn hair 
I thought he was my older brother , a handsome young guy 

Then I realized the young man was not my brother , a  apparition he appeared .
He was not there to scare or frighten , 
the message I believe he wanted to shed light on, so clear.

He walked right by ,then disappeared through the window, out to the River .

The Ghost knew I could see him , a gift I have been given
when I was a younger child of five , I had once died for a short time. I was lifted by Jesus in Heaven . Death is not for us to decide .

Later in the years we moved from that home , every home we lived in had a story 
or a presence of its own . My Mother had told me later , a young man took his life there .

 Keep fighting your way through life and its despair , 
you are important to someone whom cares .  If you feel alone and want life to end , Please pick up the phone , call anyone ,  call for help , call a Friend .

"This is not fiction , it truly is a gift I have been given "


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 | Rhyme | |

The breath of mystery

The breath of mystery



To live on earth and never see

The breath of life’s sweet mystery

Is surely such a waste of life

It  makes one sad, and filled with strife



Beauty is to be admired

Yet many things that be desired

They do not have this quality

Mundane things be not for me!



I walk for miles amidst the trees

And let sweet nature shine in me

I love lakes and rivers too

These through my words I give to you.



When I’m old and bound to die

Let me beneath the blue skies lie

Then let this body join the Earth

As soul will seek another birth



When I come back, I yearn to be

A creature filled with mystery

Don’t bring me back a mundane fellow

Give me a life all sweet, and Mellow.



29  October 2013 @ 1420hrs.






Details | Free verse | |

On Dirtied Pavement.

On the edge of metropolitan midnight
he lays in a breathless silence
rasping the evanescing yesterdays to his windows
both open and locked,
while the unknowing below in stale smoke barrooms,
wait to sear his wounds and retell his life
in putrefied requiem.

Abashed metropolis
echoing of muted voices once adorning the streets
in practiced synthetic ritual, 
the vile awash and seeping through asphalt cracks,
the scent of rot, old and new, smattered on old brick edifices 
silences the ascending smoke plumes 
belched from and within dirtied concrete towers,
the final endeavor from within a dying mans spirit
reaching out to no one

City’s voice wails from the antechamber in darkness
anxieties fracturing the panes amongst the downtown fire
of urban panic
lucidity congealing away within him, kept only in the moment
by metronome dripped medicine
exposing him to his damp streets, dirtied culverts, sewer ditches
chemically induced and maintained.
Fighting for his identity within this sterilized chaos,
whispering for the few of open mind somewhere below the window sill,
quicky stepping onward, over his newsprint life,
calling out one last time

There he lays in cold white sterility,
calling silently to his windows,  both opened and locked,
watching his stories catch and fade in the dull humid streetlight
wisped away on steam grate stale winds,
the dying soul, eyes closed, his aged lined face
muddied, scraped, and walked over,
through the grime of progression left on sullied pavement.


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 | Acrostic | |

Ripper


Reaching to the sky in terror, another helpless victim of an
Inconceivable crime cries out for mercy. Blood curdles as screams 
Pierce the night of London town. Who is the madman on the loose 
Preying on the defenseless? The answer comes from hell…
Evil is lurking in every shadow. Do not close your eyes. The nightmare is   . 
Real, sinister, maniacal…No one is safe from Jack.


By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, 10/16/13
For Russell Sivey's Everything Halloween Contest
. 


Details | Ballade | |

When this shell is gone

When this shell is gone

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

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

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

9 August 2013 @ 1737hrs.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Promise

When meanings have been broken,
When your cross has been uncrossed,
When the reasons that you gave me,
In the labyrinth have been lost.
When your house has been emptied,
When your bedroom is swept clean,
I will come and wake you,
From your long and endless dream.

more at http://labyrinthoflies.com


Details | Verse | |

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!”


Details | Lyric | |

Turn on your light

Turn On Your Light.

Turn on your light

Turn on your light
Light the velvet softness of your night
You might have felt that breath of sweetest power
In that silver moon
That paints the twilight hours
Have you ever felt that mystic pull
That takes you from the smallest flower 
To melt into the all.

I sometimes stand there staring at the sea
As each wave reaches out to destiny
To fade and then to come back
So another wave might form
To be destroyed
Then to be reborn….

Turn on your light
Pass no judgment, who’s to say what’s right?
 No need for this when light is shining bright
Have you felt such magic
Have you felt that pull
It’s something that must happen to each fool
He must learn how to melt into
The silence of the all.

The secrets they be wrote within your soul
Seek them out and let them make you whole
Each flower it must bloom then die
So know your precious I
Must be destroyed
To be reborn… 


Details | Verse | |

Dr. D. (Ole Farmer Dewars)

Something sublime about you
I cannot shake it from my mind
Something that never came to view
Life is short and dreamers blind

Time lapsed into a itch of memory
When school days were done
Love baited you for gallant history
Beauty is fragile in the sun.

What happened at the wailing wall
What turmoil or wisdom deep
Rose like a geyser to turbulent fall
On the sensitivity shook from sleep?

You came to our tropic shores again
Transformed, removed, distant
From all reality - untouched by pain
Or thoughts that made men hesitant

I saw you once from a passing car
Too fast before I knew to stop
Did not seem you were gone too far
Nor heard Horus dark wings drop

They said one day you walked from the pier
And never tried to swim away, silence 
Marked where the wide eddy appeared
And I still sift for love the muted evidence.


Details | Rondeau | |

My world is empty

After reading Barbara Taylor Bradford's " dangerous to know" I wrote this Rondeau



How could you ever leave me like this?            
My world is empty, I cannot resist   
You were beside me throughout my life                 
Even long before I became your wife               
I was your confidante, no one else  
I will remain that way, I keep my promise     
That your secrets will never  surface.    
I remember how you assured I was safe,
How could you?                              
Why did you take your own life, my Precious? 
Were you lonely in this world envious?  
Or your heart was ripped, so harmed yourself? 
You were gone in a way so mysterious. 
I am clueless and helpless,  I am in terrible mess.
How could you?








 
 


Details | Free verse | |

The Justice of the Crossroads

They've hung on him a For sale tag
He's wearing a stale old plastic bag
And the rest of him is in rags
The whole world passes by him
Stops and stares, or points at whim
Mad Marley stands there everyday 
Without  a job without the pay
He knew no place but where he stood 
On that busy trafficked crossing road
He was waiting for something to happen there
Perhaps the justice that the judges couldn't spare
Of some  long forgotten clash of cars 
That had claimed his life and all its hours
So there he stood all the time
As the crowd of cars grew in line
Then one day, a day like any other 
He saw a car hit another
And out fell a man, the man with the scar
Who had killed his wife and children with his car
A drop of blood trickled down the man's nose
Mirroring Mad Marley's teardrops as he rose
He removed his for sale tag and plastic bag
Took out the bullet that, for these 18 years he had, had
And the rusted barrel of the gun
He had sworn he would use to avenge his son

Mad Marley fell on the pavement alone and dead
With the bullet lodged inside his head


Details | Haiku | |

What People Were and What People Are

People were
Many things.
Strange or not

People were
Different and
Odd and fun.

People were
Monsters but…
That’s not all

People were
And still are
Strange and odd.

People are
People. For
life is life. 

Yet not.
Not is lies.
Truth seeps from

Every mouth
Lies, lies, lies
Move, move, move

But somehow
Lies prevail.
Lies are life.

Lies are death.
Lies are homes.
Lies are pain.

Lies are truth.
Yet somehow.
Truth prevails.

Truth is life.
Truth is death.
Truth is home.

Truth is pain.
Truth is lie.
Truth is that.

Lies will die.
Lies will cease.
Nevermore.

Truth will live.
Truth will be.
Forever.


Details | Free verse | |

ECHOES OF GLITTER

"Splendor in the Grass" can hardly breathe
A beauty in the fearful, destined waters
Not even Santa Catalina can lift up Natalie -
An angel fallen in the hands of Evil -

Macabre mask of rotten jealousy
The arm of selfishness pushes her with force
Her screams for help fall on empty ears
As men do nothing but drink themselves to satisfaction...

If you ever sail at night to Catalina Island
And think you see the city lights come close
You'll hear Maria's echo in the "Westside Story"
And watch the glow of glitter of a fallen star...


Dedicated to Natalie Wood on the day the authorities re-opened her case 2011


For Nette's Contest "Glow of Glitter"

copyright@iolanda scripca 2011








Details | Ballad | |

Deadman Wonderland

Now that you're becoming Undone It's time to have some fun In Deadman Wonderland Khoon Tu Kao Khoon Tu Kao Khoon Tu Kao The setting Red Sun of Kali Shows it's time for your life to Pay We are the Kind to be feared -your friends We look like anyone you see Thuggee--Death's Devotees Face our treachery Bhowanee we must please She needs more--we have found our mark, our mark Won't you be the one to save humanity? Can't you see this is Deadman Wonderland Khoon Tu Kao Khoon Tu Kao Khoon Tu Kao Sacrifice! For The Black-Skinned Queen Sacrifice! For Our Mother Kali Sacrifice! It's Not Enough Sacrifice! No Mercy! This is Deadman Wonderland Deadman Wonderland This is Deadman Wonderland Deadman Wonderland


Details | Narrative | |

Spoiled by Carson Eelman- 7th grader

A tribute to Ray Bradbury's The Veldt


Spoiled
by Carson Eelman


The nursery is a curious place
a place where dreams came true
inside lied an African Veldt.
In there the leaves would sway,
as the grass danced in the wind,
the lions roar, the sun beats hot,
it seems so real but know it's not.

In a world where thoughts come true,
what evil acts young minds will do;
I don't think we are alone,
in this place where lions roam.

The power of imagination,
can be a wonderful thing,
full of magic, fun, and wonder;
but it can turn to darkness as well.
The nursery became corrupted,
with thoughts of death,
becoming real to Mom and Dad.

In a world where thoughts come true,
what evil acts young minds will do;
I don't think we are alone,
in this place where lions roam.

The called a man
to see what's wrong
but honestly he wasn't sure.
He said they should take a break,
and so the father said,
"Shut down the house,
     we are ready to go," 
         but the kids said "Please No!"

In a world where thoughts come true,
what evil acts young minds will do;
I don't think we are alone,
in this place where lions roam.

They couldn't let it happen,
so they locked both inside.
The parents screamed and banged,
but to no reply.
The lions came and they were gone.
Peter and Wendy flashed a wicked grin,
then settled down and ate a meal.

In a world where thoughts come true,
what evil acts young minds will do;
I don't think we are alone,
in this place where lions roam.

In a world where thoughts come true,
what evil acts young minds will do;
I don't think we are alone,
in this place where lions roam.


Details | Ekphrasis (Ecphrasis) | |

Deception

On a silent night
In a kingdom by the sea

Bright moon and star
On dark mindnight sky

Shine silently above
Mermaid’s loud cry

Shallow tears lay
Into depths of hearts

Who seek paradise
In a kingdom by the sea

Where daylight doesn’t reach
Their eyes won’t see

You won’t find peace
There’s no heaven for thee

No sunrise would you witness
Nor sweet Annabel Lee

In a kingdom by the sea
Whoever you may be

No soul breaks free
From sweet Annabel Lee

Whatever drowns remains
In a kingdom by the sea


Details | Free verse | |

Moon

This night fate had been decided in the moonlight
As the bread winner had answered to the doomed call-
The compulsory striker had kicked to his goal post.
This sure-bet would never miss the net.


Ere his 'lift-off', our old man had whispered
Love words, and sang spiritual songs to our souls.
Not knowing that this full moonlight night trace will gulp his gullet
And he will never babel any more on this land he keep.

Home couldn't do anything but to wonder about
And soak the floor with our tears.

What an unbelievable seizure of the soul!
Do this means our man had parted this world
And we would see him no more until the final world?

This moon mustn't go in
Before his body 's laid (down)to rest
As his faith demanded.

Should this be a bright moonlight night to spare?

Note;
***sure-bet, compulsory striker- death
***home- family
***our man, old man- Elder


Details | Rhyme | |

An Era gone

An Era Gone.

An era gone, what's it about?
This life as folk move in and out
And Mum and dad now they're gone too
To be recharged then start anew
A funny dance this life it be
Dancing on eternally.

Yes life it be a complex tale
wrote on the screen of here and now
Brief images just dancing by
Their aim, to make one wonder why
For man can never be like beast
Who happy be, yet know the least.

So deep within my core I feel
A stream that flows and always will
There's spring, then summer, Autumn too
And then the winter. Start anew
So round and round and round it goes
Forever on the river flows.

So me, I see old mum and dad
Reunited, happy, glad.
within a garden filled with splendor
Together oh so loving, tender
As they wait once more to come on down
As the circle keeps on turning round.

2000 Socrares.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Dead Do Walk

On a dark gloomy street at the very end
across the river close to where the road takes a bend,
there's an old tattered mansion whose splendor was glorious in days of old.
It is said to have been a house of ill repute.
And in the foundation is much hidden gold.
Many a young girl entered that house never to be seen again.
And all the while the secret of the foundation challenged every man.
Year after year it was always said
that all who lived in that house were truly dead!
Some night when you feel a chill run up your spine.
Go to the end of that dark gloomy street 
and creep up that hill,
go on that spooky porch, open that creaky door
and see who you'll meet.
Look all around that darkened room
and find the casket that you're laying in.
Then let the foundation of this old haunted house win!!


By Marty Owens
For A Creepy, Scary Haunted House contest
By Constance -My Dear Heart-


Details | I do not know? | |

Fearing All

Life is full of fear.
It devours everyone.
Danger lurks in every turn.

Fear devours us.
Locking us in turmoil.

Afraid to look back,
Not wanting to know what's behind us.
Afraid to look forward,
Not wanting to move on.

Afraid to look left,
Afraid to look right,
We are all filled with fright.


Details | Ballad | |

The Ballad of Clifford Griffin

In the spring of 1880 young Clifford Griffin immigrated from England to Colorado.
The death of his fiancee left him bereft and he was searchin' for his El Dorado.
He settled in Silver Plume where he and his brother bought the Seven Thirty Mine.
Clifford and his brother Heneage became very rich from ore that assayed very fine!

With all his riches, Clifford chose to live in his lonely cabin above the town.
His only companion was his treasured violin which he played with some renown!
His melancholy melodies wafted down from his mountain aerie 'most every night,
To be heard by the whiskey-guzzlin' hard-scrabble miners to their delight!

Clifford always dressed in black, enjoyed fine cigars and was quite the dashin' bloke!
He seemed content with his solitary life and in business was as solid as an oak!
Alas, death cast its gloomy pall high above Silver Plume one moonlit night.
Instead of sweet violin music, a single shot was heard that left the town affright!

Next morn his mortal remains were found in a grave he'd dug for himself alone.
His heart-broken brother found the pistol with which his brains he had blown.
A grand monument was erected atop the mountain just above Silver Plume,
At the very spot where Clifford lay midst the ponderosa and Columbine bloom!

Mysterious events now occur on that lonely mountainside accordin' to local lore!
'Tis said on moonlit nights sad violin music is heard below on the valley floor!
Folks have seen a black-clad phantom smokin' a cigar and drawin' a bow,
Playin' melancholy music and a wraith in Clifford's likeness a-swayin' to and fro!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved

Entry for Carol Eastman's "Story Poem" Contest


Details | Alliteration | |

Innerself

He swifts on by like a moon lighted night. 
He shines bright for a moment in time. 
His arm's always open with warmth. 
His smile always bigger then everyone elses. 
His heart of rage and fire. 
He swifts on by, he swifts on by. 
Who will know the true man within. 
The man thats full of sin. 
No one can, no one can, for we are all just man...


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Silent Lamb

The silent bell rings in the night,
Calling the devils to kneel to the light,
What once was, becomes no more,
As the light breaks through the open door.

What you think and what you feel,
What you saw and thought was real,
Is now only dust on the road,
The desolate remains of your ancient abode.

The new light is rising on the hill,
The new song is singing down in the well,
The new souls are dreaming of your face,
The new hearts are beating at you pace.

The old ideas and reasons you gave,
Are buried in the tomb and in the grave,
The rotting bone and flesh are gone,
In the morning dew, in the morning sun.

The light shines through the open door,
Casts no shadow on the old dirty floor,
The ancient laws of reason and might,
Crumble to dust in the morning light.

What once was real and certain as rock,
Is now the dream the baby forgot,
The new light coming to wake you my love,
The silent lamb and the flying dove.

more of my poems at :
http://labyrinthoflies.com


Details | Free verse | |

Through the veil

I see you as if reflected
in your dressing table mirrors
or the waters of the old garden pond

You hear me through the echos
or whistling little answers 
things you've not quite placed 
from through the veil
That separates the times of life and death

You see me through the window
In the nature of the robin
Know when I'm around 
through scents you breathe

I leave you little signs
like a solitary pure white feather
Place where you can find it
So you know my love I'm with you
Just a simple little pleasure shows I live

But my dear I wait here for you
As I bless you with my presence
I walk through troubled times right by your side
And I fight the good fight with you in my stride

I see those tears of sadness
When your head is on your pillow
Now that you know I am still with you
Perhaps now you can smile and shine with pride
For you know within your conscience I'm your guide


Details | Prose Poetry | |

the strength of death

O death!!! Why is the 
reason behind your actions 
unknown
Where can our oceans meet
That l may accuse you of 
injuctice and wickedness
Why does your action 
transform vibrancy to 
nothing but dust.
Why, why but why?
Why leaving the 
condemned to commit 
more atrocities and 
montrousness
The just spend but a 
moment
This may be because you 
don't want them to have a 
hard taste of corruption
Through your actions;
Homes are broken,
Hearts are divided,
Tears and pains abound
Think, think, thinkless death


Details | Acrostic | |

Everytime I Look Around The Corner

I live a life in a place where alcohol violence reigns supreme/ 
over a dying culture split in se7en groups of se7enty times se7en of rival teams/
 I hear my brothers hollers I hear my sisters screams/ 
I see people live among broken glass like that of many broken dreams/
 I sometimes wish I could not see what my two eyes sometimes see/ 
I cant act blind as if it were just a brush off my sleeve/
 The more I lose in life the more it seems the less I need/
 I try and overcome my own selfish greed/ 
I got a child on the way I now look at what kind of role model I'd be/ 
I was was incarcerated so I must not take for granted for the simple fact that Im free/
 But it hard with tattoos on my face in place where tattoos like mine seem a disgrace/
 Lord watch over me as I take last place in this life game race/ 
It not a matter of being first second or third Lord cuz all I need iz your grace/
 help me to better walk off this destructive road and slow my pace/ 
Just take me now if Im done with your purpose if thats the case/
Because I dont want to live like I got to look over my shoulder right around the corner....


Details | Verse | |

Solar Love

Every star is someone eles's son (shield your eyes) shrug off hate from everyone familiar place been here before thousands of nights the ocean shore coasts are changing minds align hate and fear must now resign connect the dots move my child tame the shy wake the wild shred advice relayed from the miser castrate cancer obstructing the wiser transcendental the hydrogen burns furnishing life each time earth turns


Details | Alliteration | |

Armageddon

Flames roared through the nights sky. 
A glimpse of blue still protruded through the flames. 
The heat warmed the mortals below. 
They believed that this was a great night. 
The sky emulated a beautiful red color. 
The color was extraordinary with remnants of blue. 
They believed that they were all safe. 
They were not nearly as safe. 
They were witnessing Armageddon. 
The war between good and evil. 
For no one is safe until judgment day. 
That is the day when the sky will forever remain blue. 
The birds will sing a tune. 
The flowers will bloom. 
That will be the day. 
The day when we will all be ok.


Details | Narrative | |

Silence, Nested In The Sand

Coming apon, a large desert rock.
Along side, a smaller white rock, 
so I thought. A sun bleached skull, 
nested in the sand. Silence, with
a gentle desert breeze moving my 
many unanswerd thoughts; quickly
race threw my mind. This O'l skull,
once riddled before with dream's,
stolen memories, for ever gone!
A wide open jaw; Imagining, this
poor O'l soul screaming from the 
other side, but never heard. So
I walked away, and wisperd a few
words: Rest now, youv'e been found!

03/07/14   Written By, Larry Berdoo
                         WRITE ON!

                                     

           


Details | I do not know? | |

DRIFTING PT. 2 BY NIGHT'S END ALL SHALL COME TO PASS

My mind’s in a sub-conscious state.
Rage sparks the fire. All I can feel is hate.
Beads of sweat burst through the pores of my brow
From the smoke flowing through my veins 
Each breath I take feeds energy to the surging flames,
I exist no more.
All things contrary to darkness - Evaporated.
Every good thing within me - Sapped.
I find myself trapped - 
In my own flesh - incarcerated.
Not yet here nor there,
But soon to be cast into the abyss
Once the mission is complete and both fates
Evenly squared……

……Trembling with fear, yet driven by rage
I move swiftly into the night.  I’m on my way
Reluctant, yet it’s out of my hands now .
I have no say.
Rage has taken over.   And it can’t be stopped
Ten minutes and counting. The pressure is mounting!  
With each resounding….  TIC TOC… TIC TOC ..
As I draw closer and closer.  As I draw nearer and nearer 
The more potent  the aroma of bone chilling fear!
Death is in the air!
As….  
The night seems to prepare itself almost as if it knows.
Utter darkness now hovers
With the exception of the moons ghastly glow.
The wind gets aroused and is now - Fully awaken.
It picks up its speed , and in its wrath
Everything in site is vibrantly shaken.
And in a matter of seconds.
My ears -  nearly deafened  By the peels and rumbles of thunder 
Sounding off from the heavens.
But even more frightening were the flashes of lightening
Striking and  Striking in
Intervals of seconds I reckoned,  peering  dumbfounded 
 Frozen by fear, yet  amazed 
And somewhat astounded,

And I couldn’t help but wonder as I stood motionless - 
Curiously I pondered and begged not to differ
If something or someone up yonder
Had a plot to hinder, Or even stop me wholly 
Before I sleigh this unholy 
Backstabbing witch - by whom I was be-witched..
Long ago to the devil she sold me!!!
“ Hey!  It’s eleven fifty six.  Don’t you hear the tic -
Tocin of the clock.  I advise you, you fool to snap the f_ _k
Up out of it.

This sh_ ts irrelevant.  I’m more frightening than some lightening 
And thunder that made you wonder
If this petty storm was heaven sent.
Soon I’ll give you something to fear along with
Unbearable pain and there’s no escaping it.

Now go and slay this bi_ _h!
An eye for an eye…..  Ha Ha Ha Ha!!!
Now that’s heaven sent”………!

I can’t believe this sh__ !  I’m really losing it!
What did I ever do to end up standing in these shoes -
Size catch 22’s!!!       TBC on next page


Details | Elegy | |

Life's Devastation

Life is a Devastation upon request,
When you live each moment like the rest.

Trying to fit in, 
Wearing a mask,
It's killing you inside, 
You have nowhere to hide.

As your heart falters, 
And your breathing stops,
You fall into the dark abyss.
Not knowing what's on the otherside,
Not caring 'cause you have died.

Goodbye light, Hello darkness


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Royal Changeling

Deep in the dungeon in the back left corner 
Was a mere shell of what was once a man.
He was shackled to the wall of his own design
By the love of his lady so fair, and divine
 
The queen of a land so far away in time
With a king who held her ever so dear
Locking them away alone from peasant's view
None of his subjects gazed upon this mentally ill king
 
He had a smothering love for his queen, 
Abusing her in every way
Never there for love, but only in his mind
She hadn't felt his touch in years, other than abuse
 
Then one day her knight came in on his white steed
They loved under moonlight each night in secrecy
Hiding their treasonous affair from the evil king
Until one night he caught them
 
The knight dueled injuring the king's ability to speak
The queen fearing their treasonous death
Plotted and schemed as not to be beheaded 
To the knight's chamber they carried him
 
Dousing the room in oil laying him on the floor
Dropping the lantern the knight held
Flames rose in the chamber, consuming him
The queen screamed to the subjects for help
 
All the court came running to douse the fire out
The knight and queen really started 
The true king was unrecognizable and couldn't even whisper 
The knight came forward as her husband the king
 
The queen burst into tears, 
Explaining how the knight attacked her,
Setting the room ablaze
All his subjects bowed before the knight, the changeling
 
I am sorry dear king, the subjects said 
As the knight pulled the queen to him, 
Ushering them to take him away, to the dungeon below,
Shackled, and chained, in his own kingdom 
 
In the dungeon the king waited, to be beheaded
The knight secretly became the king instantly
Taking his spot next to the love of his life, the queen
No one suspected a single thing 
 
She visited the king one last time before he died
Telling him how she loved him, stroking his cheek
Watching the next day as they beheaded him, 
Hiding her head in her knight unknown
 
Her dark side she displayed
The day her knight became her king 
And her king became some subhuman thing
He had truly always been
 
The knight now the king with his lovely queen
Ruled for many years, having ten children 
Of tainted royal blood, but no one ever knew 
Their secret love and darkest treason ever committed. 


Details | Sonnet | |

The Black Hound of Destiny (English sonnet in tetrameter)

As darkness takes our souls to hell
what has become of pleasant dreams
when death has tolled its final bell
no one remains to hear the screams.

Gwyllgi calls, the end is near
as demons dance across the land
their laughter chills a heart with fear
for fate has shown her evil hand.

Awash with blood to purify
the world of Man's eternal rage
no longer can our words deny
Gwyllgi's here to close our page.

And no demons shall rape and kill
for evil comes from Man's own will.




Details | Free verse | |

Dreams

The brief flash of a girl hiding in a corner
The Execrable slicing sounds
The copper taste of violence
The sulfuric smell of decaying flesh
The feel cool blade resting on the name of my neck

You run through this maze of white walls
You hear his echoing footsteps
You taste your own fear rising up in you
You feel a burning hatred scorching you
You smell his fear-inducing odor

And all I need is that cool hand at the small of my back
To know that that is not reality that is the past


Details | Ballad | |

The sunyassin

As far as I know this is a true story about Alexandra the great...Peter



The Sannyasin.

Alexander said to Dandamis
"Old man you come with me
For I need me a sannyasin
To take across the seas.
Hey you be just a beggar man
I'll make you rich indeed
You'll live a life of luxury
With everything you need.

Dandamis standing naked there
With silence in his essence
He had no fear at all did he
In the mighty leaders presence.
He said "I'll give you nothing friend
And there's nothing that I need
So Alexandra drew his sword
Tried to make the beggar plead.

Dandamis laughed and said these words
With power in his voice
"You can put that sword right through my heart
My friend, that be your choice.
But I left this body long ago
I have no use for it
So pierce this heart my fine young friend
It won't harm me a bit.

Alexander he was beaten
By a fearless beggar man
Though he had won most of the world
Dandamis foiled his plans.
The beggar said "You say you're great
But that's not true at all
For any man that thinks he's great
He be merely a fool


Details | Rhyme royal | |

Doors Will Open

Doors will open, doors will close
Poetry could rhyme or end up like prose

Doors will open, doors will close
Life is hard, life is easy – everyone knows

Doors will open, doors will close
Poetry is dark…poetry is light – every word flows

Doors will open, doors will close
Death is kind…death is cruel – life has its highs and lows 

Doors will close, doors will open
Life is tiresome…life gives you adrenalin 

Doors will close, doors will open  
Poetry could be lovely…or gloomy; invite positivity in 

Doors will close, doors will open
Death is troubling…death is peaceful…a new life shall begin 

Doors will close, doors will open
Poetry is depressing…poetry is uplifting…
Writing’s a success from deep within
That everyone wants to win!! 

Doors will open
Everyone – come on in! 


Details | Free verse | |

The Queen of Hearts

Known as the Queen of Hearts,
the card of death,
that kids the Joker and kills the King of Spades,
The Ace of Spades shivers in his boots,
when she strides by in havoc.
Her beauty is what gets you,
so watch out,
when she comes rolling on by.
She is deadly,
like a black widow spider
ready to attack at any moment,
so watch out for her,
when you deal the deck.


Details | Couplet | |

The prison of the keys

And now I've lost my papers,
My passport and my wife,
The very essence of
My identity and life.

My bank account is empty,
My cloths and garments sold,
My skin and bones are ashes,
Spread thin on the open road.

My old car's broken down,
No wheels to touch the floor,
The motor been dismantled,
Stripped clean down to the core.

The bailiffs and the policemen,
Have emptied my abode,
The promises I made you,
Have been auctioned out and sold.

The love I hold within me,
Is all that I now have left,
The rest is bleak illusion,
The bind man and the deaf.

The imaginary people ,
I thought were my friends,
Have left the scene forever,
As the road of life does bend.

And now I stand alone,
Upon this lonely hill,
I gaze upon the meanings,
The years have silently killed.

In the roaring storms of thunder,
In the lightning in the night,
In the whispering of the children,
In the white doves lonely flight.

In the dust of many ages,
That has settled on my soul,
In the ashes of my humanity,
That has filled my begging bowl.

The ancient breeze is blowing,
Calling me to my knees,
To behold the light within me,
In the prison of the keys.

more at http://labyrinthoflies.com


Details | Lyric | |

Stairway to Hell

So much rage
caught up in depression
now i have no one to turn too
i sit alone by my bed looking at the demon 
He stands next to the closet

I wake up every night at 2 am
just before dead time
He makes sounds
i ignore them

He opens the closet door
And slams it shut
scarring me 

One night he visits me in a dream
A dream where my family dies because i killed them
I wake up screaming
I would never hurt my family 

Sometimes its hard to ignore the other world
They make you crazy and depressed 
now you have to pay for the music that drug that demon to your home
All the metal music that killed you
The music that they said would save you

Ask your self are you alive now? 
now that the demon got you?

I think of how it could be different 
how if i listened to country my family would still be here
Demons are everywhere know that?
One is with you right now, watching you type your poems
Watching you read mine

What can they do you ask?
They can do much much more than what you expect
They crush your insides
Make your heart cold
They make you hurt

These demons are not to play with
A found out the hard way
now the pain wont stop
I cant make it go away

You will soon see what i have seen
Cling to god 
Pray everynight before you close your eyes
Pray out loud every morning
Be thankful you havent seen your demon yet

All of us have one
they are all over the world
They will drag you to hell with them!


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Ballad | |

Goats

Goats

They’re everywhere
These pretty little creatures
On the serpent road to Exmouth
They be some of the features
Along with Emus, Kangaroos
And handsome birds of prey
These little goats be bountiful
They’re all along the way.

They be domestic goats 
Who’ve gone back to the wilds
Where they have bred one million fold.
As one moves along the miles
These little goats be seen so much
In their many shades and hues
Don’t know where they got their water
It be tough country too.

The weather here be hot and dry
As the sun bakes everything
And mostly here no rain does fall
To drinking water bring.
And yet these goats look healthy as
Such nimble little beasts
You’d see some dead there in the road
As the crows do have their feast.

That be the price of progress
That poor beasts have to die
That be the curse of human beings
Sometimes it makes me cry
Yet still they be so plentiful
These handsome little guys
Another little part of nature
That make love in me rise.


Details | Free verse | |

STONE HEDGE

Hear across my native soil,
The calling, 
Echoes ancient voices,
Raised in prayers ritual.
A forgotten people, leaving,
Their mark upon histories
Legacy.
Mysteries great questioning,
Lain outward for generations,
To wonder why?
Beneath the heavens vastness,
Behold gray monoliths reaching,
Upward.
In the circle of life and death,
As a continuing sphere ever,
Winding within it's self.
A seasonal calendar timed by,
Natures rhythm.
An inner heartbeat, pulsating,
From the earths core.  
Springs awakening warming
Breath,
Or winters chilling hand of death.
To plaint and harvest, or lay at rest,
The tools of trade.
The beasts of burden are released
From heavy yokes harness.
Pagan Gods demand tributes sacrifice,
Lain upon the sacred altars fire.
Druid priests carrying wisdom's staff,
Praying for enlightenment’s spiritual guidance. 
Sung in Gallic tongue, they chant.
Asking for natures bounty,
A good years passing and 
Healings curing power. 
An ancient religion seeking,
Answers to humanities quest to know.
Lost to times relentless pass,
Our ancestral heritage is remembered,
I'm myths and legends,
Mystical circle of stone,
Known as Stone Hedge.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN














Details | Acrostic | |

Twin Towers

T wo buildings once stood tall
W hen one day they would fall.
I n the sky the planes flew
N ot knowing what they'd do.

T oo many people died
O n that day we all cried.
W hat happened no one knew
E xtreme anger just grew.
R emembering the fear
S o keep your families near.


Details | Than-Bauk | |

My Inner BOSS

Take my hand and walk with me, 
ill show you side of a world that you never seen. 
Ill show you where its ends meat and where gangsters meet,
this is where all the goons come out to play and steal the street. 

No one goes into my hood,
we done really care for you angry mood.
Music will blare everywhere around out street,
it's always dark and you cant see anything but peoples feet.

Your eyes open up so wide and a smile appears on your face,
you tell me you love this part of my village, and your heart stands no chance.
You ask me if you can stay with me and i answer, "ill need some more protection for you,
and make it seem like i had nothing to do.

It is my hood, don't get me wrong, i protect what i love with all my heart,
even if it means to kill one of my own demons for you, and put you as the start.
You walk me out to the streets where every one is dancing to the blaring music, to give me another chance,
we walk out onto the floor and begin to move your body in a way i never seen before, than you lean to me and ask, "would you like to dance"?



Dedicated to: Esther Baleva! 
PS: My one and only Angel. I Love Her!


Details | Ballad | |

Dawn is breaking

Dawn is breaking

Willie wagtail in my garden 
Sings a very special song
Telling me the sun is coming
Dawn will break soon, won’t be long
It’s dark outside with full moon shining
But soon the light will show its face
Green parrot makes his bell like music
How his song has so much grace

Kookaburra, he is laughing
Something funny has touched him
Could he be laughing at us human’s
With all our wars and crazy din?
Spring is just around the corner
And all of nature seems to know
As I sit here in the morning
My world it has a special glow.

Now the world has gone all silent
Waiting for the dawn to break
Soon the chorus is beginning
Singing just for loves own sake
All the birds will join the chorus
And my heart will start to sing
How I love these life soaked mornings
Such joy to me they always bring.

25 August 2013 @ 0631hrs.




Details | Rhyme | |

Drenched in Silence

Unbearable thoughts barreling through my head
Decaying in this silent chamber...
Where I desperately cry for help

Words come out useless...I have no capability to yelp
They haven't collapsed in the hands of the unforgiving jail-keeper
This pain grows in my bones...making me weaker
No one bothers to consider me
Circulated by envious glory
That snicker at my carrion body as it drops in dripping failures
Dragged by the sickening thought of living with jailers
As if i had no outlook to life...

I'm still placed in this cold-heartened chamber
Because I'm drenched in silence...
haunted by the deafening atmosphere 
sensing a load of terrorized fear

Shame embraced me, never leaving my presence
Cautious of the hovering thoughts,
transforming itself into my dreadful, panicky past

This hopelessness doesn't seem to matter
In this chamber of deceitfulness

Someday...hopefully Someday...
This silent chamber will shatter 

For now,  I'll abide in this loathsome,
silent chamber 
Until God, My  Savior, will shatter this wretched place
Into smithereens 

                                                                                         
                            

	


Details | Free verse | |

Raining outside today

It’s raining outside today,
Can’t you tell?

Even though the curtains are drawn tight
And the only sound in this silence
is the echo of a stuttering breath
I know
That it’s raining outside today
And I know it by the gloom in my heart.	


Details | Epic | |

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.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Churchbell

Bones of rotting timbre mimic 
morgues of truth
Pleading memories of oaths to rigor 
mortised youth
Snide sacrosanct hides under 
shrouds of pride
placing careful snares under 
gleaming stares
These selective few
they ingratiate you...
Even the doubtful  few
These ephemeral ghosts clapping at 
unspoken jokes
Wheezing from their throats to 
laugh as they choke.



Details | Free verse | |

Silence

It makes no sense to 
Withdrawals what left with yesterday
Anonymous love...
We await the return of the dead,
Wondering what is it on the other side!!
Yet.. Nobody comes, and nobody speaks to us,
Silence overnight,
Without croaking frogs, without sparkling stars..
Only an abstract panel, 
Where the sky with the earth join in the line of sight
Hunger for beauty,
An explosive eager attached to the shoulders of gods,
While funeral prayers embrace yellow autumn leaves.. 
Then I asked you: do you remember when we infiltrated beneath the scrolls of time?
Ambigous destiny awaits my love
Oh, I got my soul in after life...


Details | Quatern | |

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


Details | Senryu | |

Murdered

Murdered
Life’s sparkle buzzed, danced;
Her life absconded by gun,
Soul departed earth.


Details | Rhyme | |

No Room

 In the womb there was no room 
 for a babe to thrive and bloom. 

 By the will of God conceived, as 
 a regretful burden perceived 

 by a single mom who can't comprehend 
 generational blessings she's chosen to end. 

 Angry tears drip down. Who could care? 
 She feels so trapped, but the clinic is there. 

 "It's not human yet," "You'll feel relieved." 
 Each familiar-as-Hitler lie is believed. 

 As time elapses, the loss has begotten 
 trauma and shame that won't be forgotten. 

 In the womb there was no room. 
 The chamber of life became an empty tomb. 

     ------------------------

 In the inn there was no room
 for the babe in Mary's womb. 

 By the spirit of God conceived, 
 in a filthy manger received 

 to a virgin mother whose eyes behold 
 the very Savior the prophets foretold! 

 With joyful tears, she praises the Lord. 
 Though fearful, she chooses to trust His word, 

 believing her Jesus' blood sacrifice 
 would pardon her sin and give her new life. 

 His cruel death was mocked, but Jesus is risen 
 for generations of sinners, forever forgiven! 

 In the inn there was no room. 
 From the chamber of death, rose life from the tomb!


Details | Free verse | |

Deceitful Beauty



To you, my breathtaking mountain
I taste the mystery you portray 
with one foot placed on your jagged edge 
I begin this trechory 

Shadowed with insecurity 
your tyrannical attributes profound
if only to gain momentum 
to slow a heart that pounds  

In Autumn's sweet demise
where your beauty shrouds your rage
one step to grasp the summit 
a careless slip...my life you take...

To you, my breathtaking mountain 
I rest without a trace....

___________________________________

,,b/b>


Details | Lyric | |

Untitled #188 / STARDUST

“And STARDUST we will be again”


Details | Free verse | |

When a Man cries Himself to Sleep

When a man cries himself to sleep,
it is a sad sight to see,
tears roll off his cheek
and onto his bed sheets and pillow case.
When you hear his somber cries,
you can feel his pain
when he wimpers like a child who treds in fear.
No one knows what they do to a man
when they play with his emotions,
lead him on,
take advantage of him.
They don't know what they do to an innocent man
looking for love.
They break his heart that is full of love,
they stab him in the back
when he needs them at his most vulnerable moment
they laugh at him, and tease him,
Do they know what they do to a man?
They slowly kill a man, who just wants a simple kiss on the lips,
they kill a dreamer, a good man, with a big heart.
They drive a man to his bed,
with tears running down his face
and force him to dream of nightmares.
When a man cries himself to sleep, 
it is that saddest thing to see.
Goodnight and sweet dreams...


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

HELP HER UP

written 2nd Aug 2013



This life is not as it should be
 pick up your wife, can't you see 

You're her husband, stand up!
 give her a reason, to again believe

She means 'everything'....to this family
 shutting the door leaving her totally... Alone

Do you actually know her at all...
 damaging her heart and soul, deep within it's cold

Loneliness consumes her, it's been so long
 it must be asked...do you still love her?

Are you willing to help her to her feet again?
 or shall you sit back and watch, as she see's the end

This is completely left for only you, her husband to declare
 how much does she really mean to you...do you still care?

Will you step up, or let her rot into total depression, you see it...
 Love and care, or death and dispirit

It's all up to you!
 Her loving husband, what will you do.....


Details | Free verse | |

Black out

A rocking chair settles in the core of darkness
Time flows through the room
Narrow room
Empty as a drum
Four walls
No threshold to help me run!

Silence speaks
Screams its words out

Candle light grows dim

A symphonic humming of trees
And the yawn of the night
Fills the room
A wind crosses through a sealed window
Leaving an echo of a cradle song behind
Air shivers
The candle sought for light

Silence turns to rhythm

The echo of the gravelly voice of time
Tick, Tock
Loud heart beats
The sound of a pen
Scribble, scribble


A moment of hollowness
Pen hits the ground
A numb, Heart ache
Tightness
A Voice of pain growls

Silence turns to shadows
A swift glance to memories
Tears shed to words unspoken

A dull voice of a clock
Tick, Tock
A shallow breathing nearly fading
A rocking cradle
Blurry room
Heart beats muteness
Blackout

A threshold helps me run


Details | Clerihew | |

Killing a Spy


Russian spy A. Litvinenko 
Had no heart, for a status quo;
But, when he revealed his odium, 
He earned the deadly polonium.


Details | Lyric | |

On Dying

On Dying.

I was strolling in the sunshine
It was half past afternoon
And I even heard that new born baby cry.
As I carried on, I heard birdsong
That I’d missed my whole life long
Me mind had told me I was bound to die.

But the whisper in my heart said “cool
Look at the positives, you fool”
As he tried so hard to make me understand
That One must open up ones heart  
And see the whole, not just the parts?
It could be ones demise be kind of grand.

For positives have negatives
And negatives have positives
And life may choose to dance with you
With Death in fact enhancing you.

And then those trees did sparkle now
They seemed to glow and gleam somehow
And life seemed like a candy covered dream.
And now I know that every man
Is here to learn to understand
As still I wonder just what all this means.    


Details | Free verse | |

Eternal Sleep in Peat

Eternal Sleep in Peat

At least a thousand years
since he lost hope
His features spoke, not of
the strangling rope
that robbed his breath,
but of a sleep, as deep as death
And peat preserved
is evidence, far sharper 
than a photograph,
not yet invented,
his face, the same as one
who rested on his desk 
to pause,
and not the drama, of
a flight for life,
(for crime or sacrifice,)
that brought him ,
an endless sleep 
in peat

Suzanne Delaney


This poem is based on an image from real life that affected me profoundly.
When I was in Dublin a few years ago I saw a 1000 year old man
in a  glass case Museum Display whose body had been dumped in a peat bog with a rope around his neck. Some say a sacrifice or an execution.  I was amazed
to see the features were just like any 50 year old male you would see today.  Most of the likenessesof people before photography was invented, were painted or sculpted images
and although I wouldn't doubt an artist's eye, I was never sure they could capture the real image  of what people looked like back then.   


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

They said her time had come- Death by insurance

They said her time had come
No place to run
No place to hide
No time for fun
Just an empty vessel inside
Going through the motions
Numb.
Overwhelming emotions
They said her time had come

They said her time had come
Evil coats
She wants to run
She desires to have fun
Not understanding why she can not play
It is now the month of May
Another denial letter
Another denial to get better
They said her time had come

They said her time had come
Why such looks of sorrow?
She doesn’t understand
For there is always tomorrow
Evil coats
She takes a breath
Smelling all of the flowers
No place to hide
Now literally an empty vessel inside
They said her time had come

Her time had come
Her bald head 
Just four years old
She looks to comfort from her mom and dad
Why do they look so sad?
Evil coats drag them away 
She never got that chance to go out and play
Beep. Beep. Beeep.. Bleeeeep….. 
The room floods with long white coats
Now to heaven this little girl floats
Her time had come

They said her time had come
She was just a name
No money, undeserving of fame
Easy for her to be denied
If only the suits had looked her in the eyes
Who is to blame? 
Sent to the free clinic
Now dead at four
No insurance
Ooops! What a shame…
She could have been saved
Now two parents at her grave
Once a happy family, now destroyed
Because THEY said her time had come


Details | Blank verse | |

We aborted the Lamb and Cursed it to Hell

We aborted the Christ a long time ago
What with the successive thousands of gentle fetuses strangled.
Stop stop! Why lament? Let not the wind be rankled
By thy silly bleats and unbaked ego.

Thee killed the Christ
Thee impeded his coming.
Thee cruel beast flaked with lies
O thee daughters of Jezebel’s sinning!

Thee killed him, that young Christ in thy womb
That lamb sent down to our sins loom. 

What did so meek a lamb do to thee, predators?
What vice did he depict, O executors?
There, thee shake those cursed heads of thine.
That lamb committed none, but thee went for its throat.

When thee felt it kick in glee in thee
Thee hastened in terror for that mountain yonder
Where thee crucified him still like done on Golgotha,
Fronted by those lascivious Romans in their creel.

Those Romans were of a less cruel breed
For I watched thee in triple trepidation murder the Christ.
I peeped as thy hands pulled it forth from its manger
While that stiletto went cutting and shredding and  beheading its soft cord.

I watched thee squash its throat:
A young lamb that has neither learned to kick nor croak
Nor mastered the humanness of weeping.
I watched thee young Jezebel, thee came stabbing. And stabbing. And cursing.

I watched thee as the sun set in the East
While darkness fell speedily from the mist
as the sun hid its head in fatal shame,
While thee with the stealth of Lucifer 
Cast that messenger from the heavens two feet below
And again cursed it to the bowels of hell.



Details | Narrative | |

Untitled #351 / Sagittarius A

In the center of our galaxy
from 1992 through 2003
astronomers were able to observe
a star, orbiting compact radio source
Sagittarius A.
The star had an orbit with average radius
1.4x1014 m
and period 15 years.
From this information astronomers estimated
the mass of Sagittarius A.
v = 2π(1.4x1014)/(15x365x24x60x60) = 1.86x106 m/s
a = (1.86x106)2/(1.4x1014) = 0.0247 m/s2
0.0247 = (6.673x10-11)M/(1.4x1014)2
M = 7.24x1036 kg
7.24x1036/(1.989x1030) = 3.6 million suns!
Astronomers infer that Sag. A is a
supermassive black hole
(it cannot be seen)!
OH LITTLE STAR


Details | Rhyme | |

Guilt Overflows

Guilt overflows
with a spark of revilement
its decay spreads like fire, 

blinding...conniving...

binding up in its sticky debris
still surviving
tangled whispers bleeding through me
reminders of a depthless past...
listen to the sobs beneath me, 
the hardness of your ears meet my lips at last
deep inside a heap of lies, 
refusing my cries
you can never see how binded I am...
how blinded I am.
you too cannot see...you cannot see
though your eyes meet me, 
still, you cannot see.
the least you can do is listen
listen carefully,
sight is mere illusion, 
follow the voice intently,
it cries softly, oh so softly...
before it dies away unnoticed 
It whispers steadily, 

Remember me, 

Remember me...


Details | Epithalamium | |

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 | |

Indian Summer, Part III

The winds of Winter wait,
Whispering to me of the approaching future,
But still far off, biding their time
Until this span of light and warmth has lasted out its stay.

     Meantime, I engage myself in taking stock;
     Compiling the days that define myself to myself
     Enlarging the catalog so far as I can,
     Building up a narrative.

So many memories
Like fireflies in a Summer's night
Flash through the dark spaces of my mind.

Childhood: Flash
                            Youth: Flash
Young Parenthood: Flash
                                         Empty Nest: Flash.

Family, friends, events
Joys, sorrows, beginnings, endings -
All make their flickering passages;
All paint their images onto me  

     The particles dance and shift
     Cells die to be replaced
     The face in the mirror becomes my father's
     Molecule by molecule
     With each passing instant.

     The particles dance and shift
     Moving back towards the dark unknown
     From which they came,
     Yet somehow in the midst of it
     The I that was
                              And am
                                            And shall be
     Remains to watch the long parade unfold.

And that parade, banal and fantastic,
Marches past that inside window where I watch to see myself pass by,
As some newer self shall do the same through all tomorrows
Until the day when all the marching stops for me -

     And then, my fellow marchers,
     O my many, varied Loves,
     On that last Winter's day,
     Where will we be,
     Where will we be?

     What musics shall we hear?
     What wonders might we see?

                              






     


Details | Quatrain | |

Ghost

I can hear you,
I know you're there,
You can hear me too,
In this home we share.

Are you someone I knew,
Someone from the past,
Can it really be true,
When had I seen you last.

Or did you live here,
A long time ago,
You, I do not fear,
This I hope you know.

Did you just pass away,
Like most people do,
Why do you stay,
Was life taken from you.

Was your life so tragic,
That your spirit will remain,
Just like a trick of magic,
Your form you can regain.

You might watch me at night,
But I never have seen you,
Will I recognize the sight,
As a face that I once knew.




Written by: Kelly Deschler

Giorgio V.'s contest - "Impress Me",  themes- spiritual / gothic?


Details | Free verse | |

Neptune's Concubine

Last night 
The heavens caught fire.
Each planet and star
Was seduced by the treacherous Earth
And each in turn died in flame 
Attempting to possess her. 

From this destruction
Neptune alone was spared.
And he smothered us all
With an oblivion cape
All tied up in tide
And hung with mermaids.

Last night
I slept on a tall, sugary cake
That was being blown 
This way and that
By the twentieth wind.
And I dreamed.

I dreamed
Of being rocked to sleep
By divine arms that smelled of rain.
And I dreamed
Of falling to the ground
And becoming the ocean's disciple.
 
Last night
I died and it felt familiar.
I smothered quietly in marzipan
And misty blue breaths that choked.
I sang a song of nautilus shells.
I learned a tale of universal law.

And all this time I lay still
Upon the back of the plum cake.
He held me as I wove a tapestry
Of hungry planets
And immortal assassins
He held me as I dreamed on.


Details | I do not know? | |

To Fade out

Rows of thousands buried underneath me.
I can feel them, 
their hands reaching out to me.
their bodies beaten with cracked skulls
damaged to no end,
all these things, 

..neglected attention..
..lacking of communication..
..no disposition..

all these things in this world.
shows their fight for life.

If I could feel death,
it would be faded.
Now I'm starting to see their position.
Because I've learned how to disappear completely.
This is where I end and you begin,
To fade out, again.


Details | Sonnet | |

Drifting In the Hale-Bopp

        DRIFTING IN THE HALE-BOPP
The puzzle comes apart deep in the sky;
calls nothing that is concrete to the mind;
as far as we can tell and meets the eye
the reason for the tail's not ours to find.

We stand confused, and only guess at why
the wonder of it all has stilled our voice
did David Korish ever really die?
and is it all worked out, with little choice?

Mount Carmel but a coming of an age
the catostrophic ending of mistake,
what hope is there to ever quell the rage
appeassing what is wrong, for honors sake?

      Is there a sign that's ever flown the sky
       or is it just a dream where-in we die?
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet


Details | Rhyme | |

It's Something...

The light of my depression,
The joys of my sorrow.
What's coming my way?
I'll know by tomorrow.


Details | Free verse | |

At Cliff's Edge

It is a sin to steel a sin.
Overlooking blackberry clouds
while the voices of a nameless
storm echo bright in the whirlwind,
the Temptress needles her
way into your stomach.
She dares you to resist.
She begs you to struggle.

At cliff's edge, you tumble, trading
one sin for another, and fall.


Details | Imagism | |

THE DARK CLOUD

The Dark Cloud



I

am

the

Darkness.

I

am

the

Darkness.

I

am

Oblivion.

I

am

the

Meaning

of

Meaning,



Which

is

Nothing!



I

am

contempt

incarnate



I

am

the

self-loathing,

the

wriggling,

The

squirming

of

your



soul



I

am

the

reason

you

are

suffering

Because



I

enjoy

the

show.



I

am

the

Darkness.



I

am

the

Darkness.



I

am

Oblivion.



I

am

the

Meaning

of

Meaning,



Which

is

Nothing!



I

am

the

dropped

eyes

and

fallen

smile

of

your

mother

When

she

realizes

what

a

little,

masturbating

shit

you

really

are!



I am

sickness.

I am

despair.

I am

the

hope

you

hide

behind,

Strangled in thin air.



I

am

the

Darkness.

I

am

the

Darkness.

I

am

Oblivion.

I

am

the

Meaning

of

Meaning,



Which

is

Nothing!



You

are

the

particle,

I

am

the

physics



You

think

you

matter?

I

Am

the

Matter,

Dark Matter!

I

am

where

all

energy

goes.



Entropy

is

my

mistress

and

I fuck her every day!

I

am

Where

you

come

from.

Where

everything

comes

from.



I

am

what

comes

to

you

all.



I

am

where

you

go

when

you

don’t

really

know,



When

you

can’t

recall



Who

you

are

anymore.



I am

the Darkness.

I am

the Darkness.

I am

Oblivion.

I am

the meaning

of Meaning,

Which is

Nothing!



Stop

talking

now.



Stop

thinking

now.



Stop

loving and living and dying.

Come with me now.

Come with me now.

Come with me now.

There’s no denying what you already know,

What

you’ve known

all along.



I am the Darkness.

I am the Darkness.

I am Oblivion.

I am the meaning of Meaning,

Which is Nothing!



There’s

no

You.

There never was.

It

was

always

Me.

You

are just a trick of the lights that I own.



You

are

nothing,

You

are

the

Nothing

You

are

me

You

belong

to

Me.



Now

come

quietly

now,

Come

take

my

hand,

now.

Out of the darkness,

Out of the darkness,

Out of the darkness,

Where you belonged.

Out of oblivion,

Out of the meaning of Meaning, 

Out of the darkness, into your light

And come

home.


Details | Rhyme royal | |

In a hotel room

Eons ago, in a hotel room, I came face to face with doom! Danger did loom There in that dark room! A ghoul seated on a broom Appeared in the bedroom And sprinkled some gloom On my soul, so in need of a bloom! Ready to be my bridegroom Our union to be proclaimed in the ballroom He called out to the groom To have a festive lunchroom! When I found strength to be a boom I called out with my heart's zoom And my Lord removed my gloom By dissipating my cursed brume! Eons ago, in a hotel room I begot a boon, and a re-gloom And my soul began to re-groom For at last, I had found my real room!


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Master Carpenters tree

The impressive mighty trees
Are birthed from such small seed
Drawing resilience from the sun
And earth’s fertile garden bed

Trees wooden trunk has shaped 
And sustained for centuries many in varied ways 
Some over and upon oceans wide
Where waves stroke shapely hulls 
And lull to sleep the hapless venturer 
Trusting in woods durable strength and buoyancy

And from such crafted boughs 
And whispered sounds 
Her meekness and strength is seen and heard 
Like the creaks of grandma’s rocking chair
Where the hapless wanderer was first rocked to sleep

Trees have cradled and rocked in their arms 
High and low of this world
The greatest of these was in a lowly manger 
In an animals crib 
But for this one tree its destiny was marked 
Chosen before time

For on this tree’s wooden shoulders 
It bore God’s greatest gift–
A Holy Child born - Like it- 
For one purpose only – 
To become accursed - on its wooden cross 
To bear the sins of All 
The Holy Son then rose - triumphantly from earth’s fertile soil

Into His Father’s arms


© Brenda V Northeast 11th   March   2012
 


Details | Bio | |

The Man Behind the Mirror

Behind the mirror, the man is seen Where on our streets surrounded, Friends Thousands met cold, untimely death With screamed echoes of souls unrest Bullets flied, guns blasted ceaselessly Children dead in their mothers’ arms Father, for his lost son searched Found him only, with parts cut in shreds. Behind the mirror, was the man there? Our Young children, to soldiers turned Educated only in field of war Guns carried, bigger than they can bear Faught battles, of no cause but fear To read or write, they dared not do But to shoot or kill, well informed they were. The man behind the mirror, how did he rest? Our babies, dead while he sound slept In his glorious, paradise mirror he kept Still offered nothing, but violence more Promised, inflicted upon innocents, murder If anyone dared open their mouths to speak Or, if orders came of his seat to render. Behind that mirror, my freedom he took Our homes Burned; our stores looted Citizens, chased out of a land to love Forced into exile for years so many Adapted to a culture so not ours From scratch, we started to build Until bit by bit, we rose so high above Like an eagle, up up and away. The man behind the mirror, for him I always blame The color so dark, on our backs stained Bruises so deep, forever left to heal Visions of his bloody watch, repeatedly, us plagued Flashbacks of dear ones loved, Snatched, And palmed away by cruel, hateful death With tumbled bodies over bodies All soiled up into one tiny hole. Behind that mirror, the man will always be With blissful look in his red, budging eyes Wishing evil gleefully, with a dark smile His laughter,joy, through my anguish I see My heart beats fast, like a thunder sound And the more my hate for him increase Oh how I wish, that mirror came crashing down Then, a taste of his own medicine, he shall get


Details | Quatrain | |

The House On Fire

It has been standing here forlorn:
Now a burning house on fire;
None’s here to rush or shout for help:
There’s None for it a crier…

A gloomy place this has been
For past a year and score;
I’ve known this place since kidship days:
It never felt so sore.

What else can I but do,
Than watch and not respond—
I feel the attachment weighing me down
Now while I slouch in despond…

(Quick! Fetch some water—do someone—
I shall be its Crier—
But it burns with much vigor—
Flames are rising up higher)

It’s always stood separate from all,
In a state of mortal plight;
I never, ever before, saw it
Glowing thus, so bright..

…So, here I see a picture of 
How my thoughts could Clash,
And witness in silence now,
It’s disbanding to Ash… 


Details | Rhyme | |

Does DEATH Dream

They would probably be called “Daymares”
And the Devil  will Dance with the Wolf mares
And the Wolf Mares in Moonlight, Dance with Mankind
We close our Eyes, and turn away “to the “ HEAVEN “ We are Blind 

         YOURS ALWAYS and FOREVER…HG ( Harry )

                                   To Be Continued


Details | Lyric | |

Milk and Earth

Milky white skin cool and violent.
Fire in your mind, your head is a pool.
High I dance, high I am, 
in a heady woven trance.
Have I gone to far?
Think not! 
Push some more.
Immaculate will come.
Walk.  
I do.
Hands embrace.
Milk and earth caressing her face.
See da mad man, is that I?
Choices choose me, scared to die?
Girl with milky white skin and fire within.
A girl with gifts of milk and earth.
Silk woven mind free to birth.
Death is warm, freedom there. 
Return this time, my soul is bare.


Details | Chant Royal | |

PI - Inspired by the movie

THREE year olds know about circles. They play
ring around the rosy and here we go round
the mulberry bush. And if one should say 
that in reality nowhere is found
a perfect circle, they either don’t hear
or won’t buy it.  Yet.  Another year
or so they’ll eat the awful truth and then
conventional wisdom will slip right in
to its proper place and babyish why
will give way to unexamined lives. Sin
preached from pulpits at preschool shrouds PI.

POINT to the red stop circle. Here’s the way
to walk safely: keep one foot on the ground
at all times.  Slowly and steadily. Stay
between the lines and never let the sound
of  critical thinking distract your ear
from the sound of my voice. I love you, dear.
Trust me to tell you what you need know when
you need to know it.  I tell you, I’ve been
granted credentials. Listen to me, I
pledge allegiances, comfort and even
wealth.  Conformity’s requirements stifle PI.

ONE damp March morn, buzzards circled the gray
expanse of four-laned wasteland where a hound
dog had foolishly chased a dove away
from any sign of obedience. Mound
after mound of petrified organs.  Clear
chords rang out. But the harsh grind of the gear
of  market driven semis hauling men
and their pimp wares of lies told by vermin
with disposable fantasies rolled by 
and outscreamed the prelude of peace. The end
justifies. Wall Street domesticates PI.

FOUR the fourth time, circle in ink to play
lucky numbers. Fortune cookies abound
with their scratch off oracles of big pay
and tight buns and white cuspids.  Wrap-around
leather skirts lust for more time and sincere
pleas for help get downsized. Year after year,
oblivious to the tipping of win
or lose scales to the right and left to grin
and bear it. Occasional urge to cry
‘til imbalance seems natural. If your skin
crawls take medicine. Addictions cloud PI.

ONE nation under God circles to sway
one lord one faith one baptism?   Joshua downed
Jericho and Truman blessed Enola Gay
to drop her horrid load  Does it astound
anyone anymore?  Or has the fear
of death obscured sacred tidings of cheer 
and replaced them with slick prayers to low men
in high places?   Hallelujahs in thin
screechy voices.  Who will dare to ask why?
Blind patriotism and religion
unsupported by spirit torture PI.

AND SO ON TO INFINITY. Again
and again and again.  There’s never been
an end or even a pattern.  We fly
around in circles, unaware. But when
we wake, we will come face to face with PI.

~~~~~~~~~~

the capitalized first words in each stanza when taken together are pi


Details | Acrostic | |

Admiral Cardula VI

A legend that has been used and abused so much,
Deals with the undead, blood drinkers as such,
Many stories from all over the globe are told.
I have seen every movie, ever made and sold.
Real Vampires exist of this I am so very sure.
An evil form, well maybe, and without a cure.
Legends all begin with some sort of partial truth.

Can anyone definitely be sure there are no such things?
Ages have past and we still find new creatures on earth.
Realistically I cannot believe all the tales that clings.
Dracula the most famous Vampire for all it is worth.
Unites all the lore, that humankind has believed.
Listening and embellishing, has been what perceived.
A soul taken, by another has to be evil, they all sleuthed.

Victims of such a violent death are bound to be evil.
I would expect more from today’s world, less medieval.


written as an anagram for 
Vladimir Dracula


Details | Free verse | |

This is what happens when I write a poem pissed off

Look deep and hard
Into my eyes.
What do you see?

Neither pain, nor demise.

The burning hatred
Like fire inside
Heats up the very beast tonight.

Play coy.
Pretend it's fake.

Show all.
This is just a game.

When the time comes,
You wont be laughing.

When the time comes,
You wont be smiling.

In the distance,
There will be a scream.
Not of joy,
But pain and suffering.

This little game
You tried to play.

It got tried, weak.

Now your worst fears are here.
Be prepared.

I am no angel.
I'm not a devil.

Play me as a fool,
I use you like a tool.

I'll watch you cry.
Hurt. Bleed inside.
Watch thepain shine through your 
very eyes.

Yes, in the end
I will be the one laughing.

Yes, in the end
I will be the one smiling.

While you risen so high, off your 
stubborness and pride.

I'll enjoy every second
When you fall
Weak as you lost it all.

Your game is up.
Enjoy this bringing of hell.
For.. It's my turn now.


Details | Rhyme royal | |

Mystery and History

A terrible earthquake rocked
Bidding adieu left us shocked

Rescuers worked on the third day
Looking exhausted and in dismay

Suddenly mixed feelings filled the air
When they lifted two up the metal stair

Shielded from the falling fragments 
Embraced and protected within a mother’s garment

Wrapped in a carcass that offered comfort
A live six month-old baby girl put her effort

She moved having been suckled on that fateful day
By her mother who had entered the unknown gateway

Only this could have crammed her mind
Let me die so that they could find

My child alive; my child must live 
So, she breast-fed until alive

One could compare her love to a mystery
Her life after death is but history

Tears trickle from stony hearts
Also from those carrying debris in their carts

Like a mother longing to hug her child
Our Creator waits to embrace us His child

He can pick us up from any rubble
And in us can make joy bubble


Details | Free verse | |

Today Time Stood Still

Today time stood still, I could see existence in its clearest form. A vibe of coldness and silence, yet peaceful and reassuring, you could almost imagine it to be the same feeling of initial death. 

The curse of knowledge and intelligence is you know too much. Sometimes that ignorant bliss seems attractive, but even if given the choice I would not go back, as the more I learned the more i seeked. 

I pray for humanity and the will of the people, the story draws close to the end and with hope I watch . . . in the end good will always prevail, Amen


Details | Couplet | |

SECRET

                                                              SECRETS

                                              .Death took a life and left a soul all alone.
                                                  No one heard any screems or moans.

                                                They couldn't answer the question why?.
                                                 Who killed that girl,did she have to die.

                                                      Buried in a fire under all that ash.
                                                          Her life was taken in a flash.

                                              An abandoned bus is where her body was hid.
                                            Remains were so small they thought it was a kid.

                                               Police couldn't answer the why,when or who.
                                               Because of the fire it burnt up so many clues.

                                                   But when the police finally figure it out.
                                                 They will be found guilty without a doubt.

                                                     Her soul was lost but now it's found.
                                               Now she can rest and be put in the ground.
                                                        Teresa Skyles    August 21, 2011
Based on a newspaper artical.


Details | Couplet | |

Hieroglyphs unknown by Champollion

Kids are playing with strange blue graffiti
So, they wrote several times: ”Neffertiti” …

And drew the most beautiful queen`s head.
The whole history of Egypt written in red, 

With sacred hieroglyphs unknown by Champollion:
The Pharaons` destiny dandles a dewy dandelion…


Details | Rhyme | |

Circles and wiggles

Wiggles and circles

Circles, circles, ever circles
Everything going round and round
Only mankind uses straight lines
In nature this be never found

Lots of wiggles, all laround me
All within me outside too
If every thing be round or wiggly
Life and birth could be this too.

19 September 2013 @2010hrs.


Details | Free verse | |

Cliffhanger

In the midst of conclusion,
this breathtaking, last sight.
Fitting the peace of final sigh,
the picture perfect landscape
spread out beneath a sky clear as Heaven’s light.

The vastness of nature’s reach and the danger of death
combined in dance creates an epic last note
in which one edge of balance will topple onto the other.

In a flash, my past performs a scene
to the rhythm of panic
as I’m held on edge by the arms of a murderous heart,
refusing to let me fall to forgotten love,
telling me to hold on…
Beyond the threshold of the rugged horizon
Heaven's gates beckon.

Should I let go?
To die inside myself or to live in slavery?

I look up to the now brilliant, crystalline sunset.
Time is running out for choice
as bloodied hands lose their foothold.
I look back to see the shadows multiplying,
encompassing the hope of life. 

As night chokes the permeating beams, 
I shut my eyes
and give up the fight that was never mine…


Details | I do not know? | |

FEAR!!!!!

I RUN from FEAR.

I HUNT for FEAR.

I HIDE in FEAR.

I FIGHT cause of FEAR.

I'm FAR from you.

I'm SCARED cause of you.

You're the FEAR that I HUNT.

You're the FEAR that I FIGHT.

You're the FEAR that SCARED me for LIFE.

*Comment if you have any thought and if you like it. oh and some of the poems i write arn't 
always my feelings. their some times just to get through other people so they can have 
something to read that just fit's them.*

                                              -Angel4eva23


Details | Narrative | |

Nothingness and Strife

Standing in the passageway,
I restrain myself from moving on;
The panting and sweating have opened 
my eyes,
Even before the break of dawn.

Slowly the grayness pushes me
Into the purple haze;
I’ve left the moonlit night behind:
Mind’s all confused—in daze.

I did come to meet my peace here,
And I open a door;
Its creaking lurks into my ear—
I’m restless to the core.

Darkness in front of me,
Does shine on in a gleam;
Silence doesn’t let me cogitate—
Ruthless as it seems.

The slow patter of my feet
Doubles into four…
A struggle within; a struggle without—
A struggle to finish a chore:

My muffled mouth grunts and croaks,
As I try to set free;
Then as I’m made to starve for air,
There’s Light calling on me.

Whilst I’m brought down to the floor,
A rope’s tight round my neck;
The ground shall embrace my corpse 
unsure,
As I shall lie here decked…


Details | I do not know? | |

I Saved You

I worry about you,
Especially when you talk that certain way.
You have that sadness in your voice,
And claim you want to throw your life away.

I'll tell you this:
Life is a raging fire,
Something that is constant and dangerous
Not a calm horizon bliss.

For all the things that are now,
Is what makes up who you are.

Not the lies and deceit from others in your past,
Not the torture of living with whomever your living with,
Not the pain that you heart has been through,
Not the sadness of thinking you're an outcast.

What is here and now,
In this moment of this day,
From the time you wake up,
Til the time you rest and lay.

Forget yesterday,
Think about now.
Know that people love you and care,
Even if THEY don't show how.

But I saved you,
I saved you from making a mistake.
I'm glad you're here and alive,
For to lose you, would be like losing a part of my life.


Details | Haiku | |

You cannot Survive

Night invites Chaos from the ocean and above Sudden Death approaches Screams of falling Buildings Exploding Fear of Life Rupture of the Sky Strange objects invading Our sounds quickly disintegrating You cannot survive


Details | Rhyme | |

Goodnight Again

   Raspberries she said
and turned her head
the bullet missed a mile
That's what i like for breakfast
she added with a smile.

 The turret turned another inch
and locked on target tight
she draped her scarf around her 
throat
and bade a sweet goodnight

Tall and straight she turned t o 
go
across the pallisade
The whistle of the ammo
said what it always said.

I saw the sparking metal
as bullets hit the stone....
where she would be 
if I could see
the ghost 
who walks me home.


Details | Narrative | |

All About Her

I dont know much about her
but I heard she wasnt that talkative
She didnt like being alive
She was numb to all the pain she had to go through

I heard she didnt like anything that was green
She ate roman noodles everynight for supper
She always wore flannels and bellbottoms
Sometimes i seen her wear dresses and fancy tops
But lately shes been wearing band shirts

She wears converse shoes and uses an army bag for school
I know that she dosent like to communicate through talking... only through her peoms
or sometimes even her songs.

I see her drawing and painting all the time
She draws famous people
She would like to be famous and not so unknown
When she tries to speak to anyone they always walk away and leave her alone

When she gets home she goes upstairs to play her bass guitar
She hates chocolate cake but loves chocolate
Her family left her behind because she cant forget her past

Sometimes when shes alone she contemplates the meaning behind her life
Her favorite color is gray because her life is black and white
Everything she says is false according to the world

She is not so innocent
I understand that she dreams about the perfect life
When she opens her eyes they are pitch black

She is someone that is fake
She acts nothing like she should
She is very grungy and unclean

She knows of no safety
and of no time
Her life is smashed into pieces by the giant sun

She will always be a ghost
She knows of no god
She crawls around in the world of death
She remains forgotten


Details | Ballade | |

Evening lullaby

Oh hear thee well the music
It’s the Maggies lullaby
They’re warbling in that Banksia tree
As the day begins to die.
And their haunting goodnight serenade
Says goodbye to the day
As the Sun lies down to sleep the night away.

Just four weeks from our Spring
My heart feels so alive
As I’m sitting on my garden seat
It be an hour since five.
And as those maggies hush their song
The fountain carries on
She’ll still be heard when all be hushed and gone.

Six Buddha’s seem to sense the silence
There’s a certain kind of glow
As I melt into the evening time
And  swim within the flow.
And the evening says “it’s time to rest
Until the blessed morn
Now each must die, on the morrow be reborn”.

17 July 2004


Details | Blank verse | |

The mysterious Stranger

Who is this stranger,
that spares nobody?
Rich or poor, young and old,
Royal or common, 
It spares none!
Who is this stranger,
that comes like a bad storm 
and does nobody good?
Who is this stranger, 
that is around us all the time,
watching and waiting to knock on our door anytime?
Who is this stranger waiting to snatch from us, 
the minute we make a mistake?
Who is this stranger?

Who is this unwanted visitor,
that comes to pay us a visit at odd times?
Who is this unwanted visitor that comes to us uninvited?
Who is this visitor, 
that surprises us with it’s visit without letting us know?

I hear it whispering an answer,
saying that it is just a Gardner weeding, 
It’s garden to get rid of the weeds. 
It says it must weed out the old so the new can inherit.
It says it must weed out some flowers so as to avoid competition.
It says must weed out the old empire, 
with old ideas so as to create a new one with new ideas.

But must this Gardner, 
weed out  even the newly born! 
Must it even take away the strong healthy flowers!
Must it weed from even the less privileged with nothing!
This is a Gardner,
Whose ways are mysterious and complex to understand?


Details | Rhyme | |

A Veiled Black Lace Hat

Clare's hands were clasped upon her lap,
upon her crown, a veiled black lace hat.
A shattered calm she wore;
that took on strength
self-steadied after several drinks

If one dared look closer, to penetrate -
then one would see through the black veil's lace,
and reveal a woman, blank of face,
that long ago had left this place.

Clasped hands 
on which shine a
diamond ring
lustre lost, 
as do those things
that shine, then dull.
A lover's token 
which she pushed and pulled.

Parades of people floated past
condolences said and sent
as people slowly came and went.

Clare remained
with hands still clasped upon her lap
diamond dully staring back.

All had gone, as had he,
as Clare fell to her knees
face pale and pasty white
searching for that brilliant light
that never came. 

Clare stumbled out into the night
guided by vodka and
lace veiled sight

alone again; Clare cried insane
until a large sum of money came
as did twice before
when on her finger
shone a diamond ring -
lustre lost - as do those things
that shine, then dull
that push, then pull

In her closet, near the back
waits a favorite
veiled black lace hat


Details | Ballad | |

The forest of grief

The forest of grief:

At night I can hear the pain filled screams coming from the forest of grief. Longing, despair, and terror seeps in from the thick tree line into my bedroom window.

Their inhuman wails send chills down the nap of my neck rendering me unable to move. 

“What horrible events accrued inside this desolate place?”

No vegetation, growth, or life exist.
Only the suffering from distant pasts.
Time itself seems to be halted by the walls of the dense forest that shelter its ghostly inhabitants.

“Do they know death?
Do they know of the life they once led or can they even hear their own horror filled cries?

I do, I feel every heart breaking emotion as I lay in wait for dawn to break.”

There is no rest for them or me, the lonely women who tends the forest of grief.


Details | Rhyme | |

Last Choice

Here I am.
Standing on the very edge of the cliff...
I look at you, your eyes like gems.
I jump off. You say “only if”

But I don’t hear the rest...
My only explanation is I’m too sick.
Too sick of you pretending, thinking you’re the best.
It felt all way too quick...

I look down, suddenly scared.
I will fall and no one will catch me.
I am so unprepared.
Young forever... is that all I will ever be?

Three feet away from the hard, solid ground.
All the memories flash right there.
I’m starting to regret my last choice, turn the clock the other way around.
Where will I go now? Please tell me where...


Details | Rhyme | |

THE MISSION OF ANGELS

Why did God create angels
to wander behind the gates
of Heaven to protect it from Hell,
or to obey the command of His will?


Without my knowledge, or comphrension,
He assigned one of them to protect me...
why would a mortal like me defy His intention?
Everywhere I go, that angel safeguards me.


Perils on the road multiply as countless miles,
blind corners can kill, if someone is not keen;
pedestrians cross boulevards at red lights,
signs warn to cross them when they turn green.


I often feel that a spiritual being is walking beside me,
he doesn't breathe, cast a shadow, or can be seen...
but that angelic presence is strong: that's why I feel safe and laugh
as a babe in the arms of a mother whose endless love surpasses death.


Everybody thinks that the mission of angels is to read sacred books
and sing of God's glory, not watching us who dwell on this planet of fright;
how wrong they must be for their limited insight when their life is not bright!
Think again: they are in search of good souls to reward them with miracles!



Details | I do not know? | |

Death, even for a one eyed king

Emotions are the ropes that hand from tree branches Blowing in the breeze like Spanish Moss And from these emotions love is knotted Love A nose that suffocates us While ill feet dangle with gravity toe distends in reach Yet it is we who allow are selves to dangle One would thinks o freely When in reality we kill are selves for what we think beautifully Perhaps it is best to love from a fare As long as their worth loving Dose it mater if they know at all Why must we string up loves ropes When we know it will be the death of us Perhaps love is more a blind mans world To see beauty in ugly things You must overcome death the ropes bring Yet love it seems lives to trick us all Hidden Death in life’s clothing But a one eyes man is king in a blinds man world Some of us care knives Cut lose the ropes that strangle us Left one eye to see for all A laugh in the face of love But love you see is a vengeful ***** Can’t stand to not have the last laugh So for ever on are toes We dance around love Leaving the club before were swept away in the mosh pit Yet love is a shadow we can never seem to stray away from It calls to us like fear in the dark Tempting are hearts with visions of those we once loved So it seems weather we suffocate now or later in are dreams Love is death Even for a one eyed king


Details | Pastoral | |

Pre Curser




If you haven't took
A second look,
Remember that He
Believes' in those who
Believes in the " Book "
      -----
So many dope dealer's
Say, so what's the hook
      ------
Dope users' say..
Their is no Hope....
If for the sake of Jesus
Their should be so much
Solace in the words' that
            He wrote....
      ------
Then their would be no Dope...
People or other wise....
To cope....
     ----
But, as to say for the last time
That I have Looked
Their has been a greater
Travesty in the Human Life
And the jobs' that it took
With destruction and strief
Dare We not be this way
For the rest of our life..
     ------
So, if you are looking
For just another word to say
Say, Thy will be with Thee
Till My dying day
And then He shall carry
Me the rest of the way...
      -------
And that He shall be coming
Shortly, and with-out delay..
Fore He has carried Me
                    So far,
   So far this way...
    ----
And thou Shall look forward
Every-day....
The Son of the Light
That which shine's threw
The Night....
Fore Jesus loves' you
And need you...
      ------
All Ye need,
Is to simply pray.....
And let Dear God carry
You the rest of the way!
      ------
Let the Little Child Jesus
Carry the day'

                GF


Details | Narrative | |

ThE cOrRiDoR pArT 1

She sat up
Cold sweat dripping from her forehead
She, but a small girl
Skin pale, 
Eyes blue, 
Hair blonde
Dress raggedy, 
appearance worn down 
Shoe’s falling apart
Build frail
Fingers trembling
Body cold and stiff
Frightened
Alone in this corridor
She awoke here
Soft lonely shadows danced along the walls
This place cold and lonely
Felt like an abandoned cellar
“Where am I?” 
She whispered so softly she wondered if she actually spoke it
Or if it was part of her mind playing tricks on her
She slowly crept down the corridor
Lost, confused, bewildered
She had the feeling that she was looking for something 
Desperately searching…
“But for what?” She wondered
She looked around cautiously
The walls seemed to make a humming sound
Or was that her mind?
She shivered
KEEP GOING 
She heard a voice
It sounded faint as if it was locked inside of a box
But it was strange
There was a distant echo
“Louise”
It called beckoning her
It felt so far away
She couldn’t make out the direction
It was like an itch that you can’t locate
You know it’s close
But you can’t seem pin it
She suddenly felt the urge to hide
She ducked down...
As she crawled she noticed her hands getting bigger
Or was she getting smaller?
She looked down at herself
Her body had shrunk
She gasped in terrified confusion
Her expression horrified, mouth gaping
“I have to get out of here” she whispered to herself 
All of the sudden she heard a blood curdling scream
Then a wicked cackle


Details | Prose Poetry | |

-Needs a title. I will probably think of one later on.-

There is a single rose

kept high in the vase of her memories

she eyes thee rose with despair and sorrow

circles around and walks away.


The rose withers and petals fall

she comes back but has the same thought.

Picks up the withering rose, she starts to dance

circles around and around with the rose balanced in her palm.

-she stops-

she starts to cry and she sees streaks of blood fall from her palm

the thorns dig deep

her tears reach her collar

darkness falls, then drags her deep in it's depths.


Details | Free verse | |

My Mind


My mind        

My mind is a prison
Overpopulated with remorse
Incarcerated by images of sin
My mind refuses rehabilitation
It cowers in a concrete corner
Face in hands; protesting parole
My mind punishes me with guilt 
Terrorizing my thoughts 
A reoccurring rape of recidivism
My mind is unforgiving
It confiscates my hope
Segregates my dreams in isolated darkness
Allowing occasional one hour visits of  promise.
My mind is a complicated collage of convicting confessions
Callously castrating my continuing calls for clemency
My mind mocks mercy
It Mimics moments of misery In a mental mirror
Molesting my mild memories in a riot of regrets
My mind wants no truce
It gladly guards my goals behind gilded gates of grief
Giving me a life sentence of worry
My mind is a prison that I cannot escape
Every night I am summoned from my dim-lit cell
And violently beaten into submission
Here, I repent
I pray for a pardon
And although the Almighty has given me a reprieve
My mind assures me that death is my only release


Details | Free verse | |

One Nail Unpainted

She figures she will do it after she answers the phone
She waves her fingers in the air
hoping to dry them off
one nail is unpainted
she drops the phone
coughs once
collapses
the mortician wonders why one nail is unpainted
she figures the woman was painting her nails
when cardiac arrest took her life
she left one nail unpainted
the girl's mother painted the last nail,
her ring finger,
a deep blood-red
so that at her funeral,
everyone knew what did it.


Details | Free verse | |

Diamond In The Rough

The Diamond in the rough has been lost in the masses of panicked flesh
He looks through the eyes of the unnoticed,
He thinks with the questioning of his being,
He only looks to escape the day

The Diamond in the rough only leaves in the night
bereft of joy he entraps his plight
He makes music alone waiting for pain to escape
he looks in the mirror and cries at his face

the Diamond in the rough he's escaped far away
He's tired of the masses he sticks to like clay
He walks the silk plains and travels alone,he's severed all contact with his past and his home

His potential may be realized and maybe it won't
He writes in his soul what his eyes have absorbed
They hear it and like it but they always want more

His soul's been exchanged by demons in suits
For MTV slots, platinum plaques,drugs,sex, and a bust in a room

The Diamond in the rough,no longer there lies
but he's had enough he's decided to fly

The fame and the fortune has darkened his day
It's tragic, but masses proclaim him cliche'

He knew they would view him as weak,and then scared
Nothing else mattered he was always prepared

He couldn't fear fear any longer inside
Alone in a tower a diamond he died


Details | I do not know? | |

found by the lost

The world of ice,
in perfect white,
tainted blood,
as black as night,
the love of lost,
on end of chain,
the shoeless freak,
out in the rain,
the homeless child,
lost in fright,
sleeps by day,
runs by night,
always forward,
never back,
the heartless Psycho,
the bodies stack,
the dark and red,
on silver blade,
you now lay in,
the bed you made.


Details | Clerihew | |

The Mayas veil

Apocalypse if prepared tomorrow,
The Mayas veil
Might reveal
Today we must revel and read my song of sorrow.


Details | Free verse | |

The soldier, the war, and I

The soldier, the war, and I


Today I am home and thinking to my self..
What would I be doing if I had a soldier coming home to me and my family?
What would I be doing if I was the soldier looking to going home to my family?
And then, I look back at all the years passed since this last war..

Many children have grown to become men, Others have grown to become soldiers
Where would I be if I had gone to the war and fought for my country?
Where would I be if I had gone and came back safely?
Where would I be if I had not gone at all because I was not qualified to go?
Would I be with my family or in a hospital injured?
Would I be standing proud, and laughing with my friends and family?
Or would I be dead, as I never got to come back?

Today I am home and thinking to myself..
Thinking of all of those brave soldiers, children still
Who are out there, suffering.. And some ill

Today I am home and thinking to myself..
How many woman are crying because of their gone loved ones
How many men are crying for their loved and missed ones
How many children are fatherless or motherless, or both!

And at the end I stop. I think no more..
I am grateful for the things I have, 
I am grateful for the people who surround me...
And I am sure grateful to never have gone to a war; yet, 
I sure appreciate the thoughts, courage, life, and suffering
Of all of those who have been touched by it.


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Directions

Look left to my sorrow
Full of blood and tears
Full of sweat and pain
Nothing is ever clear
 
Look right and see my fury
My hatred towards my opponents
Look behind and see my apathy
Filled to the brim of lack of emotion
 
Take a few steps forward
See the angel's blood stains
Beside the torn wings stands a demon
Picking at the body's remains
 
Continue down the path
Covered by the dark cloak
Not a star in the sky
Only more fog and smoke
 
Look over your shoulder
And see the field of hate
Come to a fork in the road
Just continue going straight
 
Continue your journey
As you hear the raven cry
Feel fear itself
As you look into the sky
 
You continue to walk forward
You cannot scream or yell
You only see the final sign
It reads, "Welcome to hell"


Details | Rhyme | |

On many things

It was a voice in my head
A whisper in my ear
A sound I've come to dread
A thing I've come to fear
It was the look in its eyes
On a face whiter than snow
Seeing through all my lies
Uncovering that I do not show
It was the power in its stare
Showing what I don't want to see
Saying your time is near
And you can neither hide nor flee
It was the words it said
Creeping into me in a whisper
Telling me that she is dead
Telling me I know I'll miss her
It was what it forced me to see
Things I've hidden away with denial
Things I said I'd never be
For which I'll surely stand on trial
It is what I will become
A thrall of the shadow
Death's own son
Libera nos a malo!!!
It is what I feel
Black bleak sadness
Pain I wish wasn't real
Driving me to the brink of madness
It is what I stand for
My prerogative
The urge to always be more
My reason to live


Details | Free verse | |

And all that could of been

the longevity of life
This is not fortold
forbidden then hidden
Long days ago
But I would think the world is old
For it cry's and moans
Like a dying mans soul
Unable to make a claim
It endures and withers
Withering in pain
As its children feed
On its remains
I stand and wonder
About lost days
Has it all been a waste?
In this twilight
I turn toword the sun thinking
What we could of done
Closing my eyes
I wait for the end
And all that could of been


Details | Free verse | |

The London Dead End

Tis a hallowed place...
This cobbled maze of alleyways
Which bond these rat infested streets
Yet, gas lamps lit, stand betwixt the corners
And lone Bobbies patrol beneath their feet

London,
A littering city of homeless ashes
Falls shameful underneath the moon’s pathetic light
The darkness is the seductress... soon to be accomplice
As the hooligans, once again reanimate in mist of twilight

Scruff tooth kings of domains, self proclaimed
The dagger and a pocket flask, two most closely guarded friends
And in the dank corner pitch kingdom, we anticipate 
From a realm dubbed “The London Dead End”

Lush stumblers...
Streetwalkers or simply naïve
Entry here, our law says you must pay the toll 
Or pay the piper before you leave

I partake of liquid courage
And then I set my blade
To foot falls around corners this way come…
Among this lonely blackened place...

This maze…
Of streets and alleyways…
Paved over each eve with lost shadows
Never again... to witness a morning sun


Details | Free verse | |

The Vanity of Religion

Your above, but you love me, don't you? just by your words, but not in your heart if that makes it easier to face me let it be a start You know what is better for me? pretend monsters and men with wings a place after the conscious leaves whats wrong in believing in eternal black peace? Then there was nothing, not even silence everyone shook by his outspokenness every last hope of his lies only in people who truly exist not of fairies in the sky but of heros like you and I who are not afraid to die and end all in the blink of the eye the eye that you say overseeing us all is probably the smarter for being the father of the story that gave hope to the helpless a crutch for me is useless Spirit in the sky I hear you late at night your with me as I cry against me when I lie guiding light shining always reminding I am never alone with a warmness inside I know that I'll make it with this religion defined as mine


Details | Narrative | |

Untitled #305 / The Traffic Teacher's Tale

They locked eyes. Engines revved and roared.
When the light flashed green, tires screamed across the pavement,
other horns were honked, and a cup of Coke
flew across the lane divider into the lap of the second driver
even as the car of the first driver veered off
into a ditch, overturned, cabin
crunched into a tree
and three souls rode their last.
The traffic teacher says we must control our emotions, but I know
this is impossible. Emotion binds the heart of every human.
We can control our responses to these feelings, or else
ignore them entirely.
I wish I could choose the latter.


Details | Elegy | |

Mistake

As blood drips down
I stare at myself with a frown
Her body flashy red
Stabbed her dead
Dropped my knife
Started to caress my wife
Gruesome love
As I removed my infected glove
Flowed in my mind were memories
How the joy to bury her in the cemeteries’ graves
I chopped her many and waves
Of worship appeared
I knew I feared
This, I loved too much
I remember the first touch
My hands on her hips
Licked mine and on her lips
As my hand gentle rows to the end of her back
I managed to take a snack
My hands reaching her round behind
Combined of the kissing of her chest
Licking between the two breast
I become more attracted
And more distracted
Pushed her on the bed
Instead my jumping ahead
I gave time
So then she can be mine
In the mid-dust, forever
Me and her together
As I stormed with the ring
I became the king
And she is my queen
The glorious scene
In a dull and faded
With me is hatred
I had to say
In a mysterious way
I have done a mistake
That no one can break
I picked the knife stabbed myself and returned
To my lover that I burned…


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

The Trunk

I woke this morn a chilling sweat alarmed 
No recollection of the night before 
The sheets were drenched and mixed in beading blood 
That's when I heard the knocking at the door 

I sauntered to the front glint through the drapes 
Am startled by a beauty, don't recall 
“Not leaving” she says, “open, let me in” 
Last night I shared with her what would befall 

Some memories coming back I turn the knob 
She plants one on my lips, then many more 
On sofa out she blurts “Well, is it done ?” 
Don't answer her til I remember things 

She smiles and says “you did it” views my cuts 
The blood that's on my body source unknown 
Still no reply from me until I'm clear 
She voices “bye, I love you” her bemoan 

It's coming back to me “was I set up ?” 
Descends compendium of my cars trunk 
She must have drugged the brain between my legs 
Garage-my car-I'll search I could be sunk 

I turn the key to open up the lid 
A large dead man is scrunched up in a ball 
The sirens getting louder “I've been framed” 
I shake my head, about to take the fall


Details | Couplet | |

The Deadly Dart

Wherever I go through out my whole life,
I end up struggling with lots of strife.
Thinking that my life is a total waste,
Wanting it to be over in a haste.

I can feel the pain inside my own heart,
Like someone through at my a deadly dart.
The wound is easing deeper and deeper,
Will the pain ever stop getting bigger?

Feeling emo is never a good thing,
Cutting your arm makes a really bad sting.
Blood is dripping from my arms and my heart,
Failing to dodge the largest deadly dart.

Drowning in all the lies and self pity,
I live each day but always feel sh*tty.
I have lots of thoughts about suicide,
But then I think about those who have died.

Those who have died not just from suicide,
But also those who are really nice guys.
...
...
...
...This "poem" was actually suppose to be a couplet (on any thing you want) for my english 
class but i made this kind bcuz i was feeling emo that day...and also after i was done i read it 
over and it almost sound like a rap song which, i guess, is kinda funny and cool.........


Details | Free verse | |

The heavens declare

The heavens declare God’s glory

As the body without the spirit is dead
So too the moon is dead 
It has no light of its own
Without the light of the sun 
She cannot shine and give light
In the darkness

So too as the sun rises
In newness each day
So too shall the moon
Rise in newness of light
Reflecting the Glory
Of The SUN/SON 

Like a whirling dancer
The heavens swirl
And sway dressed 
In her skirt of stars 
To the lyrical rhythm
The musical beat 
Of The word of life

© Brenda V Northeast 21/ 01/ 2012


Details | Couplet | |

Beyond the Pleasant Hill

Was just a walk beyond the road -- a shortcut past the bog,
No different than the night before but this night there was fog.
I climbed the pleasant hill from which the ‘yard had got it’s name,
So cold and dark it was that night, a dim light I did flame.
Blackest of the blackest eve’s I thought I might go blind,
So quickly paced, I past the stone’s of relatives that died.
Just past the breeze that got the willow shaking in the night
I saw someone just standing where my path comes into sight --

I wondered why tonight they’d chosen 
To walk the same path I was roamin’
A closer look, not man nor woman…
So still -- as if their form was frozen…
 
“They must be lost“, I thought out loud, no light to find the path,  
So maybe they’re just standing there awaiting someone’s laugh.
Or maybe they are frozen stiff by seeing my form too --
I couldn’t move though,  be it  just another passing through
My flashlight though, so dim, was shining on them, so it seemed…
…No looking up, no squinting eyes or arms to hide the beam,
How could they not have noticed me, the light is right upon them?
And just as I brought down my hand to light the way  so trodden…

I heard them move in front of me
That form that stood beside the tree
A quick response I shone the light
Back at the path ahead in fright
No person was still standing there…
Just Trees, beyond the path I dared --

I stood there for eternity a-gasp and scared to death,
Staring hard upon that spot where someone drew their breath.
They’re somewhere past the beam of light that’s dimming by the second --
The eerie melody from lonely crickets only beckoned.
A sudden crackle at my feet as if one stopped behind,
I felt my heart beat through my chest, I thought I’d lost my mind.
I thought I felt a windy chill then whisper past my ear,
But turned to shine my light upon no stranger standing near.

That instant -- I had dropped my bag and ran towards the gate,
I swore I heard them running too I had no time to waste.
So as I reached the entrance, looking back I think I said, 

“If you’re still there, I’ve changed my mind, I’ll take the street instead.”


Details | ABC | |

Dancing Remains

Starving cats shriek to a full, hopeless moon
The thick air drips with decay and rank ruin
Feral dogs scream, adding pain to the chorus
Extending an invite to those gone before us

Fred Astaire and Miss Rogers they clearly are not
As they stumble and scrabble up through Hadean rot
Their eyes wormy sockets, foul-toothed, dangling jaws
Macabre click-click-clicking sounds a hellish applause

Dry bones clack-clacking, grotesque, face to face,
Partner holds partner in hideous embrace
These skeletal dancers reek a rancid perfume
Unsure and undead, their lives re-resume

Their clattering waltz is relentless and jerky
As they dance to hell’s music, unrhythmic and murky
The conductor’s malevolent, ghoulish, reviled
His empty eyes glitter, black flames burning wild

Clarinets scrape the nighttime with fractals of silence
As violins offer melodies of mayhem and violence
Percussion and horns build a battlefield wall
‘Til there is no escape from the dead dancers’ ball


Details | Rhyme | |

3 - Messenger from the Dead

In Hell where I may reside,
if death is not on my side.
Hunger that weeps to no end,
this darkness within my den.

As you enter my palace of pain,
fear not if you have not to gain.
Though previous life proved not,
judgement upon fears are sought.

And so the righteous shall avenge,
in my domain that seeks a revenge.
Cannot escape a wrath left in wake,
my vengeance is all that keep sake.

When I merge the dead with your dreams,
absolute power amongst all that screams.
Should a hundred years from my death,
not exist within the truth spoken breath.

Thus my soul is sacrificed for trading,
greatest power in all my soul waging.
Shall this price not be enough to pay,
the wicked shall cower before I prey.


Details | I do not know? | |

Questions

Touched

A soft breeze tickles my senses
Like cotton candy triggering sweetness 
Am I touched by another world
Where love embraces my emptiness
Far away from worldly matters
Three dimensional or not
Questions arise and provoke the critics
Yet Science is proof of what?


Details | Senryu | |

Basement

Stillborn static cry
Smothered screeching granite knife
Crimson chalk demise 


Details | Quintain (Sicilian) | |

Mortal Breath

The final mortal breath, his love and kiss,
So familiar in an unknown word,
He waits in shadows at the great abyss,
The moment when all can be clearly heard,
He brings certainty to end all of this.

Here or there, no matter where we may roam,
He is the endless veil, the last good night,
He is the laughter as earthy as loam,
His the power that claims the final rite,
Gwynn Ap Nudd escorts our souls safely home.





Form: Sicilian Quintains


Details | Narrative | |

Juliet

She sits sullen
Quiet and isolated
Onto a sea-shell littered shore
Beaten by the wave
      Like a mute deafen by the midnight air

Child-like,
She stares at the moon with freckles of moonrock
Silhouetted against the sky streaked with white
As if tie-dyed in pale grey
As she reluctantly sniffs the salt-scented
Twilight mist cast by the sea breeze

Worn-out,
She strums the smooth silhouette of
Her companion —a suspicious-looking
      Bottle fogged-up by her breath.
Considering such of a
      Sister —not in blood but in heart.


In a single doubtful gulp,
She devours its rust colored liquor
      Which, too later, guarantees nothing but
      The rest her body aches for.

Seconds passed,
Sea birds have flown
Streams of sweat
creep south the sides of her face
      The pins and the needles kick-off
      Their catwalks on the runway pole of her spine.
      While, the spotlight of her mind clothes 
      Her thoughts with numbness.


She sits still
Now prostrate with unease
      Like a pigeon that had lost half of its feathers
Beads of tears trickle
Down the wingtips of her lips
Frozen with a smile half-baked.

Subconsciously
         Her eyes shut 
                     but gently
                                          For good.

Blues in the night.It speaks on her behalf.


Details | Lyric | |

Death Meets Love

I got trapped in the dark 
the cancer creeps closer towards my heart 
I cant stand the pain that starts

they put a needle in me 
my heart stops beating 
I cant hear my thoughts or what im feeling

everything seems cluttered 
I stand here in a daze 
but your face starts to fade

I start to loose my feeling 
my hands are numb and my toes wont budge
my brain stops working 
little flakes peel off my heart

my heart turns gray 
I cant wait to fly away
in the light I shall go 

somewhere else but my home
where pain meets pleasure and death meets love


Details | I do not know? | |

"91% Isopropyl Alcohol, College Love"

"91% Isopropyl Alcohol, College Love"

what at a wonderful CRIME...
putting something in my  colorless, flammable chemical compound 
thats used to treat wounds in my home 

wash my face, rub it with  91% Isopropyl Alcohol 
and what a NIGHTMARE....
my face starts to TWITCH...
just like when CARS DRIVE by and blow who knows what in my face...      

i thought i was crazy but when i saw a man in a business suit 
like a social worker, make a HORRIBLE look on his face 
i new (knew) I'm NOT CRAZY!~

but i'm sure he'll keep his mouth shut...
you see it wouldn't do one bit of good  
not ones going to do one little thing to help me...

smiling faces from colleges...  
have fear, have mush fear...
  
aka:lyricvixen


Details | Verse | |

Psalm of Death - Longfellow Rewrite for AP Lit

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Death is but an empty grave,
And the soul dies in that slumber,
Which will rot its bones away.

Death is merely but a passage,
No, the grave is not its goal;
Beyond the boundaries of age
Hearst you true words of the soul.

'Tis enjoyment and 'tis sorrow
That destined is to fill our days
And 'tis true as we grow older
We find us farther from today;

Yet art is long and time is fleeting
And we must wisely choose to change
How we spend our current meeting
While onward march we to the grave

In the world’s broad field of battle,
And torment of impending death
Be not scared, nor be frightened
Rather lift up high your head

Believe in the coming future
Learn from the passing past
Make your living in the present
                Leave handprints on many a heart 

Lives of great men are all studied
But truly remembered are only those
Who’ve departing left behind them
A bright smile, of love a dose

Memories, that perhaps another
Pushing through the feats of life
A forlorn and shipwrecked lover
Seeing, once more shall fall in love

Let us then be up and doing, persevering
With a goal deep in our hearts and minds
Still achieving, still pursuing, knowing 
With love nothing is far behind
And even though one day we surely
Meet our passage through death and grave
We boldly move on forward trusting
We’ve made the best of every day

And behind us that we loved ones leave
To spread the knowledge we’ve acquired
“Of death afraid you shall not be,
And can become all you aspire”


Details | Free verse | |

EMPRESS OF IRELAND

THE EMPRESS OF IRELAND

Two mighty workhorses, colliding Titans,
Leviathans of the Saint Lawrence river.
Devastation’s maritime wrecking balls,
Slamming head on, even after the warnings 
Sounding, had been given, by Captain Kendall.
Emerging on the starboard side, a distant light
 Did shine,  from the masthead on high.
The tramper steamer, S.S. Storstad, 
Heavily loaded by coals freight,
Didn't hear the captain's hailing.
Lost within an eerie, thickened fog bank, 
 All hands struggled in full reverse, 
But the wheels of fate, had been set,
In motions wake, and it was
Coming straight towards them, at
Rapid speeds full velocity.
Horns rang out, life boats were lowered
 Broad side, voices yelled abandon ship,
Captured unaware, shaken from their beds.
Passengers scrabbled to the higher
Decks elevation, as the chilling waters
Slashed through the torn apart,
And breached forward hull.
Death's black ghost ship, lies moored
 Near by, ready to take on board, it's
Newest crew members, the grim
Reapers flag, flies at half mast.
Until the full compliments roll call, has
Been filled, by the dead's unwilling
 Volunteers.
Clinging to the life raft of spiritualism,
The living pray, for a last reprieves 
Salvation,  a miracle to save them,
But hell's vessel awaits and it's
Master has no mercy.
Histories stretches a gray shroud,
Across the debris field, as their
Voices grow silent, beneath the 
brimey deep.
A lone, cold, monument does stand,
At Rimouski St-Germain cemetery , in Quebec, Canada.
Expressing the details of this misfortune.
But it will never satisfy the sorrows felt,
By the survivors or family members
Whom were lost that early May morning.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Forever Trail

They roam miles over hillsides
stride aimlessly cross open plains
and grassy fields
unseen and silent to all cept' those
who see with more
then their eyes,
hear with more 
then their ears,
and believe with more
then their hearts and minds.
Twilight,a gray blue haze,settles in
quiet, no sound(s) heard
but those of time almost forgotten
souls lost, blanketed by death
foot-steps hushed by time
travel now in ghostly silence
their destiny, to travel the forever trail.
Physical lives long shed in defense
of the very ground they are now one with
their cries must be heard! always honored
never to be forgotten
lest their lives were sacrificed for naught.

Melody A. Coster


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Signs

The signs are here, for all to see,
The thunder clouds, the dying tree.
The shining lights, that draw you near,
Loud heavy music, in your ear.

By word of mouth, or through cyber space,
The hidden pictures, of your face,
The northern lights, are dancing south,
The rumours you hear, by word of mouth.

The sign are falling, from the sky,
Raining stars, on the passers by,
While the battle rages, on underground,
The innocent dying, without a sound.

The cries of heaven, the screams in hell,
That no one hears, down in this well,
The terrible beauty, the open wound,
The innocent babies, in open tombs.
For all to see, for all to hear,
The blind man's painting, the deaf man's ear.

The birds are falling, the fishes drowned,
What once was up, has now become down,
The tender and loving, an empty shell,
The gross and the ugly, now the rallying bell.

The signs are here, for all to see,
Titanic sinking, on a blood red sea.

More poems at http://labyrinthoflies.com


Details | Free verse | |

In the Moonlight

It 'twas a quiet day
dreary and not the slightest bit gay
as i walked down the hillside
the town was barely visible with my disturbed sight
when i was near the main road on my way home
i had noticed i was utterly alone
i bolted for my house not a mile away 
as the quiet seconds of loneliness had felt like days
i came tumbling to the house and as i opened the door
the quiet engulfed me it seemed more and more
it was dark but the moon was full
giving off a blue light the opposite of dull
as i scanned the room searching for a light i found my back door to be opened wide
in that second my heart had stopped
and in the moonlight my eyes had caught
a man (or it seemed) was watching my every move
i was too startled to blink
for in the light which had only sought his face
i saw the eyes of a monster and my stomach started to sink
as it crawled, its feet seemed out of place,
the floorboards creaked and it uttered my name...




Details | Rhyme | |

Morning Sight

I walk in silence,
in this most haunted place.
Dew now clinging,
to my hands and face.
The morning light,
still quite far away.
I see ghosts here,
watch them laugh and play.
Is it too far reaching?
Is it in my head?
How can one be sure,
they are among the dead?


www.insiderealhauntings.com


Details | I do not know? | |

Tomb of the unknown soldier

There's flowers on the grave where this man lies,
The flowers on this grave will never wilt or die,
Thoughts of this person resting in this tomb,
Lay across this nation in every living room,
He died beneath the colors of the red,white and blue,
To keep people safe like me and you,
Nobody knows his name or his race,
All they ask is for on him will God shed his grace,
God please watch over this soldier that nobody knows,
And keep the others safe no matter where they go.


Details | Free verse | |

Spinning The Abuse Web

Watching the spider as he catches his prey
Spinning his web, delivering venom 
Back and forth doing his work skillfully
There in the web a little Gheni Wasp

Fight back each time the spider approaches
Trying to sting and get away at the same time
Each time the Wasp gets weaker _more paralysis
Soon the spider can't move but still alive_barely

The spider slowly digest the wasp_eats _enjoys
Using it up until just a shell__inside empty
But still fear_each time the spider approaches
Fear_torment until death__then spider starts again


Details | Senryu | |

hunter's bullet fired

hunter's bullet fired turtledove falls swiftly down... white aura floats up poet collapses upon kitchen floor silence... white garment caress white light very bright draws dove poetess to come... white light tunnel's end
Who knows what it is...


Details | Narrative | |

Incognito

Sneaking in, sneaking out
as clever as a mouse.

Running here, running there 
clearly gone without a care.

Sniffs up to the stars
shining light, shining bright.
Charming little creatures
till it comes to the night.

Savages, beasts, under their pearly white coats.
Black little buttons to match 
their black little totes.

Dimpled little grin
Swallowing--swallowing your breath.
Never trust these little killers,
they always lead to death.


Details | Rhyme | |

Unwanted Invitation

Death come a knockin' on my cellar door
Leave me be,go away and don't come back no more
I ain't goin' wit' ya,I ain't leavin' here and
I don't want ya tryin' ta fill me wit' fear
Don't bother callin',don't call me by name
Don't expect me ta come play yer damned game
I ain't ready fer preachers er no stoppin' clocks
I ain't ready fer graveworms er writtin' on rocks
I ain't ready ta meet the almighty creator
I ain't goin' ta no devil in no damned cremator
Ya ain't takin' me anywheres I don't wanna be
So yas best be movin' on and stays ta hell aways from me

Death come a knockin' on my cellar door and
I ain't around no more!!!


Details | Romanticism | |

THE EYE OF THE TEMPTRESS

Weary of sleep, I trudge on and on
Finding no haven, the last remnants of hope gone
When suddenly I see an inn embracing the bay
“Descend here at ‘The Temptress’”, it says
At the very entrance is a portrait of a mistress
The place, they say is named after this temptress
But alas! She is no more the writing below the portrait states
So saddening are the words ‘Late Miss Mary Brace’
I enter and order myself a gin
The temptress’s beauty plundering my mind like sin
Gin after gin, down my throat it flows
Outside the wind and storm bellows
With time I feel someone’s gaze upon me
I turn back and it is a figure in black it seems
Clad in a veil, hidden in darkness
Mystery emanating from her in all its bountifulness
She gets up and prepares to leave
Midway,halts in her trail, looks back and beckons me
Hypnotised I follow, the gin making me sway
I try and see her face but to no avail
Her footsteps echo against the earthen floor
In symphony with the thunder outside that roars
She turns a corner and a flash of light falls on her face
But all I can see is her eye, a sparkling green jade
Familiarity strikes me, I have seen her before!
With no answer, my mind is rattled to the core
When she slowly lifts her veil
My heart threatens to burst when I see it is Mary Brace!
She hovers in the air, her frame surrounded by a glow
Before she finally disappears in a whirl of mist and snow.


Details | Free verse | |

First Breath after Death

I used to live, within a dream
a small cog in the consumer machine
materialism dazzled, with an intriguing gleam
I wanted so much, I nearly burst at the seam.

Then I awakened a voice inside
which promised to take me on a much greater ride
I wasn't sad....when the old me, he died
It was with joy not sorrow, I sat there and cried.

A second chance, I'm born again
alleviation of all of that pain
I've been cleansed, by a conscious rain
which opened the Pineal bit of brain.

I felt alive, but I acted dead
I took little notice of anything said,
Now, I find my own truths instead
spoken by a voice inside my own head.

The transition was mightily fast
27years changed, after one night had passed
I never knew I was only flying at half mast
thinkin' I was winnin' but really comin' last!

But truth's not heard
if you walk with the herd
can't fly freely, or soar like a bird
if you believe, every single damn word.

The message which now flows through me
is filled with a positive and sacred Divinity.

I swam the sea of despair, as if it wasn't even there
I crossed the abyss of wisdom, on a shaky rope bridge
I sipped from the fountain of knowledge
and I drank it dry, I now feel really high
why don't you give it a try? Kiss that old life goodbye,
Life's so much better, after you die!!


A poem by John-Ovan.P.Hull to be entered in the Coming of Age poetry contest.
©John-Ovan.P.Hull


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 | Lyric | |

A THOUGHT THAT BAFFLES A SOUL

What if I die, would I be a bother?
If I drawn, would love come to me from another?
Thin as air, I float among “others”
All of my past, my sadness, my hopes, my dreams, my lovers…
Vanish! Lost! To the edge of unknown…
Solitude, a heartbeat away…
For only me, my thoughts, there we lay
A sight, a movement…invisible to the “others”
Who are the “others”?
Fathoms of my past imagination?
 Specimens of my own creation?
Now I sit here, and write..
Awaiting salvation
A reincarnation of myself, if you will!!
For my time here is done
My journey is complete…
Away! Away! I go
Where?, I am yet to know?
A lifetime I waste on useless beliefs
That peace lies within the heart of many
Or, those fiendish deeds do not in fact transpire by any
No sweet thought to hold on too
Life: every inspiration you made 
Every motivation you crafted,
And every moral you imparted
was all a sham, and I was its sad sad target
You taught me once not to measure life by the yard
Or to whimper when the days gone hard

But now I must question!
I question at this time if the sky is really blue
Or if cars really run on fuel…
A Baffled soul is what I am
So away! Away! I go
Where? I am yet to know…


                                                             ~M.M.M


Details | Senryu | |

Redemption

Shed, dark crimson red.
Staining an old rugged tree.
Precious cleansing blood.


Details | Rhyme | |

A Beast

A beast with dark red eyes,
to give out fire burning lies,
a beast with such a hunting nose,
terrible stench where ever it goes.

A beast with teeth like jagged knives,
its mouth of saws taking lives,
a beast with horns like powerful steel,
when there is pain, it will not feel.

A beast with sharp and bloody claws,
its body of scales against all laws,
a beast with a swinging tail of spikes,
to stab through anything it likes.

A beast with wings to slice through air,
to fly and kill without a care,
a beast with death in its mind and heart,
from somewhere far and worlds apart.


Details | Narrative | |

A PIRATE'S STORY

We used to rent a very old house
for our summer vacations, it was built
in the early fifteen hundred by criminals
who roamed the Atlantic Ocean for gold and diamonds:
roof, windows and doors reminded us
of a dark house that pirates frequented
in the Caribbeans...one could imagine 
how many treasure chests were there with one 
of them watching over them most of the day;
and had he gotten drunk, they'd have dumped him
into the Ocean! Those pirates were merciless:
life meant nothing to them as they pillaged and killed.
There was no air conditioner,
and we left the windows open,
so we could sleep comfortingly, but here and there
weird sounds were heard turning into a human voice,
" Child, wake up and come with me...
I'll tell you a pirate's story you haven't read yet,
the one that actually happened when I was your age."
His red face had marks that only swords could have carved;
his pointy nose as dirty as a kid playing with mud,
his teeth rotten and yellow with a horrible stench.
" No! " I screamed, but my scream no one could hear
as he pulled me off my bed and dragged me outside.
" Why are you afraid of me, child? I mean no harm!"
And as he said those words, I looked back and worried
about my family inside that unlit, haunted house...
with a subdued sob, I agreed to go with him and hear
the story he couldn't tell anyone, thinking he was mad.




Written by Andrew Crisci
for Gail Doyle's contest,
" Stranded Or A Ghost Story Of Your Choice
Any Horror Movie "


Details | Free verse | |

SLEEP WITH THE DOT

“You won’t be satisfied’
	-That was the voice i heard
and i turned the pages of the manuscript,
one by one;
and it featured the pearls impreganted to them
	turning gold
       dissecting the conglomeration of foresaken words
	foxed by (un)bound faith,
          berarted by depraved independence…..

i was apt to imagine,
         the emblem of affable federalism
	interfering the transmission from the scriptures,

		The (--(SCRIPT)--)

Don’t shower any light on me
For i am afraid,
	If i can make any pretence at eating;
You stony eyes; don’t gaze at me
i won’t be moved by your stagnant glare.

Six days ago,
it had rained heavily
		-A Divine Rain.
And now,
Though the clouds of darkness
  encompass the darkness,
  there may not be a rain today
  and sweat may again adhere to my body
  pleading for its liberation from self.

Even with the door left ajar,
	i will not enter the garden
		experiencing severe drought
As i know for sure,
there are only a few white chessmen left
       on the chess-board
   spread across the cryptic sky.
The reverberations of enchanted hymns
             dissolve in my ears,
           plugging my veering mind,	
     drawing the thin atmosphere into nullity.

But…
For how long will I lie this frigid bed
                 obsessed with wounds,
                     resisting the warmth,
      in the air of sustained captivity!?

I should arise now….
   I must arise now
        with my black apparels on
        to see the Reverend old man guarding the pious fire
And I’ll make sure
       my maid doesn’t wipe out 
       the blood-stains clung to the floor
For,
      I’ve to come again to smoothen the wrinkled bed
          and to depart,
                        forever….


Details | Didactic | |

Blood Undead

The waterfall on my skin reflects my pulse
Its cold and its a broken glass of ice
Against all chains of cells texture on my skin
Ripped the sounds out of my throat
Ripped the veins out of my channels
Throw me down the salt ocean
My blood will turn it into an ocean full of spiders
Dead spiders crawling up your guts
Slipping down your throat
Eating, dissolving, your liver, kidney, heart
I will fall down from the black sky
On you arms, with all my veins out
Blood still flowing from my heart
My blood running undead
Blood undead...


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

~BLOOD DUSK~

~BLOOD DUSK~


I'VE 'LLOWED MERCY OUT OF MY PITY,NOW MINE HUNGER REFUSES IT'S FAST
 CONCEAL'NG TH' BEAST WITHIN,WHILE MY ENEMIES PERCEIVED ADVANTAGE
LIL' DO TH' INANE MONGRELS KNOW,THAT THEIR DOG'S DAY BRINGETH DOOM
NOW TH' RAVENS WILL FEED 'PON THEM,AS THEY'RE LAIN RIGID IN MY WAKE


'SPENDED IN TH' SHADOWS I LINGER,A'THIRST FOR THEIR SPUTTER'D GROANS
SENSING MY COLD THEY SHIVER,SOON TO KNOW TH' CHILL LEGEND'S TRUTH
MINE SLAVER BLENDS WITH FROTH,AS TH' RAGE ATTUNES MY SENSES FERAL
ANGELS N' DEMONS 'LIKE,FLEE TO 'VOID TH' SLAUGHTER FORTHCOMING


THEIR PACK APPROACHES HEEDLESSLY,AS I SMILE FORESEE'NG THEIR SHOCK
FOUR,FIVE,SIX BY THEM OF SCORE,"TH' MORE TH' MANGIER",I GRUNT GIBELY
MY SPORT'NG QUICKLY SUBSIDES,AS TH' SMELL OF BLOOD INCITES MINE RIOT
THEIR YELPS FILL TH' DARKNESS,AS I POUNCE PRECISE 'MIDST THEIR THRONG


SLICING THROUGH THEIR SINEWS,MINE CLAWS REND HASH'D THEIR FLESH
WHERE WERE PATES N' LIMBS,NOW SPRAY PROFUSELY OF PULSE CRIM'D MIST
TH' VAPOR'D THICKNESS FORMS AN FOG,AS I STAGGER 'MONGST TH' SECTIONS
WITH AN EXULTANT BAY I LET BE KNOWN,MY ALPHA'S ENEMIES' OMEGA...
.

..LEAVES FULL~FILLED,MINE FEEDING FRENZ'!!!


~AZAZA~'09


Details | I do not know? | |

Beneath this glittering face

i've already bruised my head with ample thinking;
i waded through enough stress,
beneath me i died a silent death.

i've seen beyond where eyes could see!
i placed my foot where no other man would,
i cried from the depths of struggles and sufferings
i reached maximum limits of living but camemback naked.

beneath this glittering face lies emmerse pain,
the pain of unfulfilled dreams
strikes of generational curses
broken heart internally bleeding

beneath this glittering face a heart is full of scars;
suicidal thoughts pseudocodes written,
logical steps will indeed be taken...............for me to die or perish
for the dead seem more fortunate than us the living


Details | Free verse | |

Another Night of Dread

It is dark and night outside my window,
and in the soundless, lit confines of my 
room I sit at my old, ivory desk 

cheerless

and anxious with dread for what the rest
of another night may bring.

My ostomy bag, an abhorrent creature that 
hugs precariously on one side of my abdomen,
covers my raw and fleshy stoma underneath. 

Against my desire, the stoma continually oozes  
feces and waste 

like a sewer into the ostomy bag, which, 
every seven days or so ruptures its seal 
and transforms into

a stinking and rancid cabbage

whose fetid odor refuses to stop emanating 
until the entire, offensive beast is immediately 
uprooted from my body.

So, I sit at my ancient, ivory desk, writing 
these cherry-picked words to express

the anxiety and the doldrums 
of another night;  

and the lonely, isolating, embarrassing, humiliating,
ego-wiping, self-esteem killing, mind-numbing, 
soul-shattering, universal, all-embracing, 
omni-present 

stench 

that weekly offends my nostrils and fills my lungs 
because of a thoroughly used-up ostomy bag that 
needs to be removed immediately

like an old, decaying vegetable 
that has outlived its 
freshness--

It is another cheerless night in the same, old
cheerless space: 

the nose-blistering smell, however, is only for 
another night...


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Lucy

 

I find the red light
On a corner of a field of stone.
Lucy something – was she just thirteen?
Or maybe that century was a carved eighteen?
I ponder what she lived in stories I will never know.
Dropped by the hands of ghosts and demons,
Choking on Forever’s bread crumbs
Into always another tomorrow.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Stone Circle

Far away on the lonely hilltop
deep in the midst of the moor
a place often shrouded by mist
only  deep silence there prevailed

The monolithic stones stand proud
so many things have they seen
watched as blood was spilled
in sacrifice, lust and murder

The chill of this place creeps in
utter desolation is in the very air
a circle built by man for worship
of the darkest kind taking of life

Bare earth surrounds these stones
here nothing grows not even a weed
at night you can hear the banshee
howl to the moon before he hunts

A circle  they say shows continuation
here all it symbolises is  bloody death
the restless souls within know no peace
this circle their prison from here to eternity
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Details | Chant Royal | |

The Castle of Carcass

This diary I do not wish to share
For fear that I would be a tortured slave
A servant of a menace though I dare
To let this ink concede the castle's grave
A servant of a menace who is King
A crown of horns and ruler of his sting
Pretends to hold council with noble Knights
Inside his chamber of corrupted lights
Between the moon and gravitated gore
In intermission of thine wretched nights
A chamber that secrets dare not explore

With depressed eyes desensitized I stare
At an exalted allergenic cave
White castle of beauty without compare
But looks can be what ever thou shall crave
In dismal darkness clouds descend and cling
Around it's feet and all the castle's wing
An imagery projected without lights
As scenic beauty suffers dreary nights
Ironic ill confines the chambers core
A weary servant of a menace writes
A chamber that secrets dare not explore

With blood and gut the King confines his chair
And at request his massive skin I shave
Not razor upon neck or facial hair
But blade upon this Esau whole I shave!
One graphic verse can not detail this thing
Or be it may this wolverine a King
Has doth a curse betray thy human rights?
As if nature is pleased with horrid sights
A task traumatic never tried before
To host a hostile King of haunted heights
A chamber that secrets dare not explore

Upon the hour mistresses give care
Massaging all desires as a slave
A gold for every girl of gleaming glare
The gold deceit to satisfy his crave
With lips the lust lavish affections sing
A kiss above his neck and on his ring
A mistress for a mistress each delights
A mistress for a mistress and his Knights
'Twas sacrificial feast behind the door?
Thine eyes and ears doth not deceive these nights
A chamber that secrets dare not explore

For every moon that fulls the cattle dare
To improvise an integrated rave
As if a hidden beast gave them a scare
To escape morbid quarters they enslave
Echoes of death and mistresses that sing
Evil inside the castle and the King
The blood beneath the chamber door that lights
Compunction in the King and in his Knights
Echoes of cattle as the prey that roar
From purgatory doth this servant writes?
A chamber that secrets dare not explore

What must be done to calm the fear that frights
What must I take to ease the pain that bites
A servant cursed of cruel and cryptic chore
To clean the death ate by thy King and Knights
A chamber that secrets dare not explore


Details | Ode | |

I want to kill her-please try to stop me

I know she doesn't like me at all
I can see it
I can feel it

I know she wants me to fall
To fail in life
To have all the strife

She's been telling wicked things about me
She treats me like something she can't see
She is but a witch
born to give dark colors to the fairytale of my life

She doesn't talk to me
And if she would, it would be in most brutal way
I don't want to look like an enemy
But she's been making me hate her more

I tried my best to make friends with her,
But she closes her door..
I tried to reach and understand
But she wont give me a single chance

Can you please give me an advice on what to do?
I don't want to sin against Heaven, but she's turning me into a devil one.
My anger wont subside, it lasts forever.

And if she remains her stupid attitude
I could get a dagger and stab her up..To kill her is easy
But i won't do that
I may be in the state of hatred but i still have a conscience.

Please reply to this ode for this is a real life situation.
There really is someone i hate so much and her name is Fia

I need your advice. Thanx


Details | Acrostic | |

DAMAGE

Drain out the violence from the paintbrush and smear it to the canvas 

Aggressive creatures scuttle into my expanding cranium

Memories of him echoes through the forest…into the atmosphere

Astonishing screams of misfortune filter the forest where he once trailed

Great solitude and rage tortures us all…we will not fall!

Everlasting breakage paints me a portrait of turmoil and what not


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Smoke

I stood before my grounds,
Watching as the different lights fumed the air.
Smoke engulfing my life.
The tears leaving scars on my face,
Nothing to turn to..
Looking around for help,
To only get a hallow answer,
That haunts me to this day.

Having my back turned,
Sucking in all the pain,
That lingers around my feet each day.
My hands placed on my heart,
Never to forget.
Never to walk away.

Let the flames crash down,
Let the life I once had,
Burst into ashes.

Flashbacks,
Still eat away at my mind.
Looking down,
To the scars left from te day my life has changed.
The day that woke me up.


Details | Free verse | |

Can it

Why do I chase the atom?
when the universe has always been mine.
Can love evolve from red giant
into a galaxy?
Dust and stone
become skin and bone,
born; fall and rise again.


I love the black holes
of your eyes
for they radiate
much more light 
than they could ever take.
White hot coals made to rake
caked surface of my lungs.


How I long to see your breath
steam up the silence in my soul.
Droplets, turn into rapids
and rush my question away.
I tripped; stumbling
my spirit crumbling.
Hold; release those fingers.


Strength born of sugar
does not last, and it feeds fear
I need complex and organic
Can rotten become fresh?
Carry the inner babe
Cain and brother Abe.
Save: heal the tether.


Details | Free verse | |

When the lights are gone

It's beautiful, it burns
The most magnificent sight i have seen
It flows, it falls
Thy turn there heads, as my lens focus
The most perfect type of vision
The core of my eye widens,
It speaks, it whispers
The ending to a movie
It rolls, it sinks
It makes my heart pound
It overwhelms me, that there is nothing here but this
That this will soon one day be over,
My blood, it overflows
It twists, it falls,
It rises, it fights,
And in the end,
We are all glimmers of light
All that is here when the day turns to night
At the bottom of the ocean lie untouched skeletons,
A mountain range, with blue skies overhead
With shipwrecked cannons,
Unknown bodies, who fought for this beauty,
Unnamed faces, that will never be traced again,
What makes them different,
Is it what is beautiful, what we can't see
The darkness,
The fear,
The emptiness,
The beauty of nothing,
There is no truth,
The point past certainty,
Where nothing matters,
Because we are all the same,
Now that the lights are gone


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

~Of An Midnight Black~

~OF AN MIDNIGHT BLACK~


'TWAS TH' DARK'ST OF NIGHTS,BOURNE OF AN UN~HOLY EVE...
AS BLACK~FALL SEALED IT'S WOMB,TH' MOURNING SKY HAD SLIT IT'S VEINS
AN VENOMOUS MIST SPAT ASP'LY,'GAINST TH' PANES OF MINE HAUNT
OF NO QUESTION I CONFIRMED,THIS AFFAIR WOULD BE NICHE'D IN ARCANITY

MI'OL GRAN'DAD CHIMED,PROUD N' TRUE~11~12...13!?...AS TIME STOOD STILL...
AN DEATHLY SILENCE SHRIEKED,SPEAR'NG THROUGH MY SKULL'S SOCKETS
TH' PAIN THEN BORED TO BASIS,AS IT LOCKED LEECHLY TO ME IT'S HOST
IN AN SUDDEN STROKE OF TRANCE,MY FEAR WAS FORMED INTO FEROCITY

TH' WALLS WHICH HAD CONFINED ME,BURST AGAPED TO OBLIVION...
APPROACHING FROM TH' DISTANCE,GUTTERAL GROWLS SPLICED TH' STILL
AN JET PENUMBRA LUNGED,STEAMING FROM TH' GRAVE DEPTH'S FRIGIDITY
WITH NONE FEELING FOR FLIGHT,I LEAPT DETERMINED FOR TH' CLASH

GNARLED DIGITS GRASPED FIXLY,TO DENY ME MINE BREATHS...
CRIMSON SPARKS SPEWED,WITH EACH BLOW I SEQUENCED TO IT'S FORM
BLOODY FUME REVEALED MY RIVAL'S IDENTITY...TH' ONE TOO FAMILIAR FOE
AS VISIONS OF HIS PURGED PREY,APPENDED ME AN HATRED SMITHED BLADE

WITH EACH HEW I RENDERED,SOULS GUSHED FROM OPEN WOUNDS...
ADHERING THEMSELVES TO MY BEING,AS ATTENDANTS FOR MINE SCOURGE
AS TH' BEAST'S PATE BECAME SEVERED,HIS CLUTCH WAS THEN RELEASED
OF THAT MIDNIGHT MOST BLACK,I WAS JUSTICE...WELL SERVED


~AZAZA~'09


Details | Rhyme | |

Lost In The Woods With A Serial Killer

In the trees, where I tread,
A certain darkness to befall.
I awake in my slumber,
A shadow’s beckoning call.
It pleas,
It begs.
For compassion so drear.
From the echo of breath,
To the stench of fear.
So run, if you please.
And safe, should you feel.
For your death, is a must,
My deep carnal lust.


Details | Narrative | |

BEWITCHED LOVERS

She was haunting the wilderness of Night
With the darkness over her damned Essence.
Suddenly, she had caught a mortal’s sight,
She had dark grimace on her countenance.

She ambled towards the forlorn young man,
She stopped as if someone had grabbed her hand.
On the man’s head, there was a flashy crown,
He must be a Prince from some distant-land.

Once, she too was a Princess on this earth.
Until someone bewitched her with a curse
That She will live within the life-in-death.
Will God still bestow her the reimburse?

Bewitched, she never had the time to love.
Now this new Love has bewitched her again,
Her rotten heart was fluttering like Dove
But her misery gave her utmost pain.

She prayed to God for divine miracle
In a slight hope that she was still hanging
Between life and death, with a debacle
That befell on her without her longing.

God took pity on her ill provision
And bestowed her gifts of Love, Eternal
Her dead skins freshened with apparition
Of Existence, once bewitched, infernal.

The Princess then met her despondent Prince,
Who too fell in love at first sight of her.
Their two hearts were blessed with inner peace
Though they were bewitched in love, forever.

[WRITTEN BY Osman Gani]


Details | Pantoum | |

they helped to look for little Caylee

they helped to look for little Caylee,
in rugged woods, muddy lakes and ditches
endless days and nights, thousands searched
everywhere by foot, car, boat and air

in rugged woods, muddy lakes and ditches,
they tirelessly looked for signs of her--
everywhere by foot, car, boat and air;
hoping she had survived any danger

they tirelessly looked for signs of her,
while Caylee's family pleaded for her return,
hoping she had survived any danger--
until her mother confessed she had drown

while Caylee's family pleaded for her return,
endless days and nights, thousands searched;
until her mother confessed she had drown,
they helped to look for little Caylee


*FOR Pantoum CONTEST


Details | Free verse | |

Never fear

Never fear death,
because in death,
no one can hurt you.
Fear the living,
for they torment you,
but never give up.
Such is life.
Nothing is fair in this world,
we must work hard,
 and fight for what we want,
Never give in to greed,
always be selfless,
and always believe in God.


Details | Ballad | |

The battle within

Sparks fly in the air
Lights glow in the dark
I am gripped by fear
As my worst nightmare attacks
It's shriek pierces my soul
It's roar tests my bravery
This battle has left my control
And no one is here to save me
The air gets colder
The light gives out
The darkness gets bolder
And I'm filled with doubt
I'm standing on a bridge, hewn  from stone
It lies between the world and my mind
Now as it approaches, I'm all alone
But this demon of mine must stay confined
It must never escape from inside me
For the world cannot withstand it
And even though I may no longer be
I will do all I can to hinder it
I summon the courage I used to lack
And stand there dumbfounded
It's eyes glow a fiery glow
It's wings are made of fire
It's sinister smirk scares me so
And I know it's one desire
Huge and menacing, it comes before me
I must now perform my appointed task
'Ancient and evil you may be,
But you shall not pass.'


Details | I do not know? | |

Roses in the sand

A place of long ago
Was torn by one man
Who left behind a letter
"I leave roses in the sand"

One girl went missing
Blood and nothing more
Leading to a single rose
Right next to the shore

The townspeople frightened
Anyone could be next
Locked behind their doors
They feared their town was hexed

Things remained normal
Until a drury night
When a young woman was murdered
And left in plain sight

A single knife wound
By the killers' hand
With a note attached
One more rose in the sand

Together people mourned
As they asked for a reason
This became known as
The death of a season

Nobody after dark
Was allowed to roam the street
Every morning in the church
The whole town would meet

A group was formed
To find this elusive man
Who killed these young women
And left roses in the sand

No luck as they searched
No clues left behind
No one with answers
But still on everybodys' mind

A few weeks past
The people felt some peace
Not in terror anymore
For the notes had deceased

But as the town stood tall 
One person would soon fall
And through the depths 
the killer would finally crawl

A note found on a merchants' door
Read "It's time  for one more"
"Watch closely for my demand
Or one more rose in the sand"

Scared by the threat 
He tried to do his best
So nothing more would happen
By the mans' request

When out of the blue
Came the first clue
A white piece of cloth
Noticed by a few

Initialed were two letters
Stitched with E and S
They had to find a match
No longer would they guess

When looking at the list of people 
In the town
Only one name matched
They could bring this person down

For it was no man
It was a young female
Named Elizabeth Smith
Who lived near the dell

Soon taken to jail
She was then asked why
Blank with no emotions
She never did reply

But found in her home
Were three notes that said
"Roses are like blood
The two of them are red"
"I am calling for a ransom
or three more will be dead"
"I am asking for the sum of 
of just ten grand
If you do not pay three more roses in the sand"


Details | Narrative | |

Dream Catcher

When the light of the sun begins to fall Echoes of thoughts begin to ball Drifting into a sleepless state Possibilities grow, at a relentless rate I open my mind, in a wonderland of no validity Emphasized by a walk, through a mirror of fluidity Children's laughter in a sadistic tone This dream is a nightmare, far from home The path I am walking........leads to a house Beyond the door, I wish for my friend, my lover and spouse As the door creaks open a figure is revealed I brace myself, my numbness is my shield A wrinkled hand reaches out from the black It grabs my wrist, leaving no time to fight back As I'm dragged into the darkness, the figure becomes clear The face of my victim, my deepest fear


Details | Grook | |

SPIRITUALISM

The notion of life after death is ludricous...
they are dead,
and can't communicate;
whoever believes they can is superstitious.


Details | Free verse | |

Demons On A Star

If I place the demons on a star,
And watch how faint their shimmers are,
The lines connecting, one through five,
Should make my dead friends come alive


Details | Limerick | |

She Walks Among the Shadows

She walks among the shadows of my house
Barely even there – quiet as a mouse
She has never said a word
At least none that I heard
She’s the image of my dear departed spouse

She’s here because her spirit just can’t leave
She’s here because no one has yet to grieve
She looks me in the eye
As if to ask me why
I often chuckle – she’s so damned naïve

It’s not that she was really all that bad
It’s just that one night tryst that she had
I couldn’t stand her sight
So later that same night
I accosted her with my own pentad

She knows I hit her with a hammer – hard
She knows she’s buried right in our backyard
Yet she comes into my home
And she won’t let me alone
She’d like to hoist me on my own petard

Ok – so maybe I’m a real louse
For knocking off my dear departed spouse
But that don’t give her the right
To haunt me day and night
As she walks among the shadows of my house

Pentad – five elements of investigation – in this case – who, what, why, where, how
Petard - The word remains in modern usage in the phrase hoist with one's own 
petard, which means "to be harmed by one's own plan to harm someone else" 
or "to fall into one's own trap," literally implying that one could be lifted up (hoist, or 
blown upward) by one's own bomb.

Written	6/18/11 - 10:02 PM
Honorable Mention in Ghosts contest


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Survive

I no longer need your company I can no longer bear the guilt I can’t afford your love I can take care of myself Long search has left me winded How I see the world has shifted Now I don’t care where I am headed So scared of where I’ve been Woke up far away from me faced with a sordid mystery Surrounded by messy little pieces meaty pieces of a murdered heart Followed a twisted trail of blood back to an obliterated corpse Its head somewhere nearby Picked it up and found out it was me, of course No trace of fingerprints Not a shred of evidence To prove that someone else did this when I woke up inside It was then I simply tore my way out Now I don’t NEED your company No, I don’t need the GUILT You love costs too much for me I’ll destroy me ALL BY MYSELF!


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The Way barred, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel's Le sens clos by T Wignesan

The Way barred, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Le sens clos by T. Wignesan

Every man has to confront his own night
If he wants to continue on his journey.
But Death takes it upon itself to meet him 
At the hour and the place it chooses
(The moment when sometimes this man’s most at peace
Making him forget the profoundness of being at ease.)

There’s this look which suddenly arrests him
This wall against which he collides headlong.
There’s this arrow-like fixedness focussing ahead
Visible in his pupils. There’s this stiffness
Of the nape through which the soul is reached.
There’s this man’s expression of utter surrender
Yet he takes the step into the impenetrable void.

Yet this obscure hardness is an invitation
To force the impenetrable door through dire anxiety.
It being convenient to defer to terror
The way one dons a wedding dress. As long as God
Does not imbue with madness those who love Him
He’s not loved as He would have wished.

Just the way the Patriarchs the Prophets
Train their sights towards this wine. And the face
Gaping at the first to arrive on the road 
To take him back home. Someone fills it up
Like one does a cup : this passer-by becomes Jacob
Unable to control God in his veins,
And the over-abundance frothing in his eyes.

He who assails the invisible (perhaps you)
Little does it matter if he’s petrified
Or if his limbs flail in the emptiness. He equally
Experiences the misery of such venerable persons
Who mask their vacant selves with such gestures
Their atrocious trances with such stillness.

If every man must on his own open the door of his night
That’s just so as to reveal what’s meant for all mankind.
No Jacob will ever stop clasping at God
Nor await Abraham’s Justice
Nor keep silent under Isaac’s knife.
Nor for the Adam in every one of us to provoke
The echo of the void at the portals of paradise.

(Jacob, O.C. t. II, p. 147)

© T. Wignesan – Paris, October 19, 2014


Details | Free verse | |

I'm Slipping

Someone please catch me,
For I am slipping.
Death is looking like a solution,
But not a path I want to take.

Someone help me,
For I am slipping.
I can't take the stress anymore,
And I just feel like I want to be under the soiled floor.

Can somebody help me?
I can't find myself.
I just want to die.
Many may ask why?

What outcome is good from a life lost?
None I say,
But I want that fading feeling anyways.
I'm messed up in more ways than one.

I'm slipping,
I'm falling,
And I want to never get up.
I'd be thankful once the darkness takes over me.

To be free from all this torment,
To live a life thats as peaceful as death,
Would be a dream come true,
But I know it won't happen soon.




*I won't commit suicide, though....there's too may people I care about....and 4 people that 
mean the world to me: Adalhi, Dillon, Daniel, and Amanda...I love you 4 very much


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Nothing Left

It only seems as if the shadows hear my words,
Sketching through my life,
Leaving scars written across my body.
Seeking the blood, 
That seems to be the only thing moving forward in life.
Conversations, with my imagination.
Looking throughout the deserted lands.
Turning to any resort ahead.

No where to go.
Nothing to seek.
Nothing to be heard.

The only attention my eyes appear to get,
Is the menacing outline of the dusts outcasts.
Finally,
Lying my head down in shame.
As I linger my way back to what I have forever known as,
Fate.
Voices getting more tense as I move ahead,
The stench of death crawling through my nose.
I look around,
To see lost souls linger around.
Desperate to move on,
But where else do they plan on going?
Remembering, 
That one day, one countless night,
That will be my soul.

I can turn back,
But I drag my feet near the ledge,
And let gravity take my life.
Letting the winds annihilate what's left of my soul.


Details | I do not know? | |

Charon's obol

In the shadow, behind the tree, 
on the meadow, bend your knee,
down the valley, up the stream, flat bedrock,
hear me scream, bellow the heavens, toward hell,
dark tunnel, wishing well; fellow traveler listen well,
no chance given, could you tell, 
on a knife-edge, head or tail?


Details | Rhyme | |

Night Noises

On this night paranormal whispers drift
into noises from the creeping black
I look upon this moonlit, haunted night
and I let my mind drift back.

Other times and other worlds
too shadowy to speak of
drifting down this spirited path
light from crescent moon above.

Who has lived amongst these trees.
Who has yet to see this haunted walk.
Who am I amongst these drifting worlds
when the night noises begin to talk.

www.insiderealhauntings.com


Details | Blank verse | |

The Knowing

I know, you know
Everything in time has meaning.
I know, you know…

I know, you know
Every soul in life is fleeting
I know, you know…

I know, you know
The beauty of this world is leaving.
I know, you know…

I know, you know
Even words can cause a reaping.
I know, you know

I’ve seen the energy, pass this galaxy,
Before the dawn of even you and me. 
Just know this can be yours. 

I know the pain you’ve seen
And the screams of your tragedy. 
Just know my means will justify your sword.  

So let us fuse here, combine here, and die here never. 
So let us cry here, fight fear, feel the sear of pain together. 

And all you’ll need will be clear. 
All I will need is your blood near
And in your pen we’ll live forever. 

I know, you know
No one can ever give you what I am giving.
We know now, we know.


Details | Epic | |

A New Collection to the Eye Forest

Crackling blood lies in these forest grounds
Grass growing by its lively effect…
Growing a grimace to the environment    
As the predators hung her on the branches,
carving her left eye on the oak tree
and carving her right eye on the olive tree

They grow livelier…
sucking up the carrions from off the ground
Drowning the vines that try to 
suffocate and remove them for life
left to be in history…unceasingly forgotten 

Now the forest has industrialized into an Eye Forest
Eyes protruding…extorting on the tree trunks
Liquefied by anguish…they had wished to escape
Their pupils punctured by arrows of death 
They grow more affectionate towards the lively soul… 
watching people suffer in indignity and disproof
Here’s that living evidence! Hidden proof!
 
Hunted by the worst predator out there
in the deepest of the forest

The eyes seem to stare into your own
Locked with your frightening vibes 
Feeling your dangling fears and pain 
Weeping them insane…
there is no one out there to be blamed,
even in the deepest of the forest

Oh you carrion heart, soul and body
you are accepted to the collection
and grow insanely and look into a world of reflection

You are one of those who lie in the midst of obscurity 
JUST wait till the day of Resurrection... 

Oh you carrion soul and body 
Surviving through the shadows of the forest, 
roaming along the compacted forest, 
moping about in displeasure 
because without a doubt 
you are a magnificent collection 
to the eye generation 
to look upon a cheerless, remorseful life,
Given away by the predator

They soon diminish the evidence…
Here’s that living evidence! Hidden proof!
You’re left for dead after all

Allow them to spread one of your eyes
on this tantalizing tree
Let them do their job as a hunter
Your awareness is diminished

Allow yourself to not be startled 
Lose yourself,
and later on, you’ll break free of pain and fear


Details | Free verse | |

The Monster Inside of Me

The monster inside of me is tearing me apart,
this monster is breaking me down.
Am I strong enough to fight?
Am I fallin' into this sound?

I'm so lost in this battle.
My heart and my mind, who will win?
The wind is blowing, a certain eerie way.
The leaves are flowing, so graciously in the wind.

There's so much running through my head.
I'm getting distracted, losing focus. Is this bad?
The monster is clawing at my back,
he's choking me out, I can't breathe now.

He looks like a shadow,
gives me chills like a ghost,
sounds like years of trapped pain and misery,
with the sweet kiss of death.

Silent is how he lurks,
a silhouette is all you'll ever see of him.
He makes my stomach turn, 
and my heart beat fast.

The monster inside of me, is me.
And I'm making myself sick.
Why can't I just let myself be?

The monster inside of me, is you. 
And it's making me tick.
I'm a time bomb,
waiting to explode.
Like tick, tick...


Details | Free verse | |

The Dying Limb

So tightly squeezed shut
Is the flow to healthy flesh,
That might by your release 
Ramble back and return again.

The tireless dancer sends an echo,
Desperate, pressing,
Pulsing into the vice
So far from home.


Details | Free verse | |

Of Chaos and Desolation

The silhouette of pain is upon us
Chained and bound because of the hatred
Pulling on the links to be free

Have been silenced for to long
Wishing our voices to be strong
No longer just one but many

Wishing to be free from them
They who sit on throne of bone
Preaching from a book of flesh
Reading the words written in blood

Having been to blinded by the light
To see the deceit that they brought to us

No longer giving into the light
No we are embraced by the void
Its cold heart warms us

The thousands of tears shed,
Now dried by its frosty hand

Feeding to us a new breath of life


Details | I do not know? | |

Ghosts

In a Crowd yet all alone,

 a brother lost among his

 own. You throw a stone of

 built up rage, people turn

 but do not recognise your

 face. You seem but a haze.

 What shame have you done

 to be ignored? You sieve

 through your mind of memories

 stored. Finding the last buried

 entry, one so cold! The face of a

 friend with vicious intent, your

 life snuffed out. There is no doubt,

 you're dead!


Details | Rhyme | |

Ocean's Chamber

My kingdom is underground,
Protected by the sea.
My castle can't be found,
But that's no guarantee.

Howls of misery and shrieks of despair,
Are carried by the deep.
A chorus of pleading prayer,
Is tricked into eternal sleep.

You fools will never learn,
My fortress is a secret,
A welcome you can't earn.
A crime you should regret.

Glancing out my window,
Your bodies often float.
You drowned in my ocean's glow,
A place that's so remote.

I keep my kingdom veiled,
Guarded from harm and anger.
In this realm, I am nailed,
Trapped in my ocean's chamber.


Details | Free verse | |

Dead man's chest

I lay in the embrace of night
waiting in dismay
for the coming torture
of dawn's awakening.

I hear the early bird proclaiming its arrival
with such a subtle song
but I shut my ears
for my mind turned it 
into raging cries of agony
in the midst of peaceful melody.

Wishing to hide from the day's
impending slight,
from its sharp plough,
promising to uproot the hurt
just like yesterday.

Instead I face the jabs,
my heart, in a musty chest,
which I cut out 
with a rusted knife.

I chained it with 
denial
and locked it with
insanity
and tossed my past into the ocean
of memories
to lay upon the mind
of the deep.

It might someday be discovered 
but today it is forgotten
and the frozen light of day
can not harm 
what no longer has a soul.

So I stumble forth in life's cycle 
with a mask's protection lest 
someone sees past monotonous motion
and ventures on conquest
to find a dead man's chest.






Details | Free verse | |

Melody Hums

This is fabricated evidence of love
Forged reports of a representative that cares

We are stripped of our skins
Chernobyl lingers in the backdrop
Stretches his mutated ligaments to reach us
Barely a millimeter apart

They're already larger than life and yet
they still walk on stilts
The men in black suits waving identification
like batons
Don't tell them a damned thing

He waits alone in the water
for blood; for prey;
for any sign of life
We betray ourselves to him

"Why the face so long"
"What could go so wrong"
I'll tell you what,
it may take 43 muscles
but who even honestly frowns
when they're sad these days
In the throngs of despair
the flight reaction catches
and releases

Everything spreads like disease
Cakes in cracks and crevices in the walls of the well
Nobody's leaving
whether there's a desire to or not

This is fabricated evidence of love


Details | Rhyme | |

save me not

living or dying
time is bout to tell
breathing now thriving
heaven or hell

times ticking
dreams fading
hearts weakening
soul hesitating

life has drained me
the crawling, the climbing
oh Lord save me
my soul is hending

is dawn breaking
please awake me
is this the ending
please, dont, fortake me




Details | I do not know? | |

"Tastes Like band-aids"2/18/09

breathing. it hurts, what do, i do  
what (wait) till death, and i wonder 
why the air taste like band-aids 
open the window, but it make me cough even harder
stand in a straight line soldier!
I tell myself, don't you dare cry~ 
and it still tastes like band-aids 
potions made of poison, filling my home 

i can feel the tighten around my head 
and my heart is moving with fear~ 
I jump too everything i hear
and it still tastes like band-aids...


aka:lyricvixen


Details | Free verse | |

THE WEIGHT OF EMPTY

That sanguine little girl 
so full of longing   

Gave up her ghost inside 
and left it homeless,
wandering

Sleepless 
I lay back and wonder why
When you enter mind
I want to cry

I’ve forgotten what it feels like 
to be truly happy 
But I know I’d find it 
If I someday found you

I wouldn’t trade this torture for all the peace 
in the world
I wouldn’t erase your face from my mind
for a universe
I won’t shut out your beautiful voice
to save my life

I will stop at nothing 
to make you all mine

The weight of empty 
Crushing load of  inner vacancy

I’ve forgotten what it felt like 
when my soul wasn’t heavy 
But I know that it once again could fly
If I could take you with me

I wouldn’t trade these tears for all the bliss 
on this barren earth
There’s nothing more beautiful to me 
than you, when you smile
I couldn’t forget you 
if that were my desire 

And only death will keep me 
from my place at your side


sorrylittlesharky.com


Details | Kyrielle | |

A monastery grows from the songs

A monastery grows from the songs of its strange crew,
Monastery painted with blue of unique Voronezh blue 
And a new comer, blond icicle, bare footed, gnarled 
Deaf and mute -it is said -singing “Have mercy, God!”

Stalactite and stalagmite in their cells, monks and nuns
Some of them so innocent like the sober day that runs;
Hanged from the heaven of their great expectations held
From the glass dawn to noon singing:“Have mercy, God!”

The others in their rusty autumn or white winter,
All calling the Promised Land that started to glitter
In their heart and from this light the sky seems fired
And the forest`s echo repeated: “Have mercy, God!”

In the twilight mist two monks try to cut down 
The evergreen tree to bring it for kids in the town;
Children glide on sleigh and even tired go later to bed.
They learnt carols and angels sing “Have mercy, God!”


Details | Pantoum | |

A Slender Thread

There is a sense of one's own mortality,
in this brittle light of a cold winter's day.
There is a brave conspiracy,
That exclaims to be gay.

In this brittle light of a cold winter's day,
be not deceived by any brilliant leaf of red,
exclaiming to be gay.
For life swings by a slender thread.

Be not deceived by any brilliant leaf of red.
The fire will wane and turn to dust.
For life swings on a slender thread,
and I must know this,....know and trust

The fire will wane and turn to dust.
The bow of life's eternal form is bent,
and I must know this,....know and trust,
It is meant to be, with no relent.

The bow of life's eternal form is bent.
There is a brave conspiracy.
It is meant to be, with no relent.
There is a sense of one's own mortality.


__________________________________________________________________
by Carrie Richards


Details | Free verse | |

Immortal as the Earth

Death - the final state of me?
Or this, my dust and bone
as part of Earth to be
transformed in time to rock or tree?

Atoms of me gathered on the wind
Scattered, ground or sprinkled
into some other kind of destiny
Organically and chemically, my
minute molecules in food chain spree
gobbled by a giraffe or a monkey
or as sound, a violin's sobbing melody ?

Part of this Earth, a new grown seashell
or - a blade of meadow grass
bowed in reverence to winds that pass
My thoughts on paper infinite to tell
Shades of immortality- my Earth- myself
Suzanne Delaney


Details | Quatern | |

Life on Earth matters not

When my life was spent
I lay on my death bed,
All bent and in torment
Wondering about where shall I be led?

I was scared,
The truth was now ready to be bared
Is there life after death,
Is hell there where I shall now give my worth?

It came, like a flash of lightning
I never felt any painful burning
I just closed my eyes
And opened them to new skies

He was there, a fair knight
He looked at me with expectation
My own spirit was shining so bright
I feel my heart melting, faced with this divine revelation

It was a world so still
Yet, I could not refrain myself from feeling a thrill
I was with God
I was, at last, with the leader of the herd!

A world it is, ruled by eternity,
It is there, a sanctity
Peace prevails
The Lord, for such, entails!

It matters not, he said
If you believe your life was not lived
Life on Earth is a temporary phase
Meant to shower you with false praise

Those who get attached to its false vision
Keep returning to its endless illusion
Be calm, be happy, here, you shall be free
Free to be as you do deem yourself to be!


Details | Lyric | |

It is better to dare than hide

"Shall I hold back my hand
    from the rose,
        because of the thorn?"
But the carpet is red
    that bears the feet of them
        that have trodden down the grapes;
Laid before those
    who held not back from life
         because of death! ...
It is better to dare than hide!


Details | Rhyme | |

My sister has courted Death

Lush, green meadows beyond punctured skies,
Balloons of every shape and size,
Golden hues masked by glory,
Suppose the people have no worry.

Dashing across the wooden floorboards,
Children giggle and swing their swords,
Imaginations that drive them wild,
How I wish I were still a child.

An ease about my sister's face,
The maidens prepare to tie the lace,
I suck my breath; I hold it in,
My wedding dress makes me thin.

Buxom priestess with wary eyes,
She eyes Death and speaks true lies,
Death doesn't focus, for she is healthy,
Despite the fact she's born too wealthy. 

Oblivious cheers the crowd does act, 
When Death kisses me, my eyes go flat,
Soul born into the world and soul taken away,
I was a stranger since my first day.

My sister's eyes I catch with mine,
Wordless gaze, mute goodbye,
She speaks to me with a hushed breath,
'My sister has courted Death.'

And so I have. 


Details | Rhyme | |

14

Adrenaline pumps through my veins
Knowing the feeling i'm insane
People proding at my mind
Trying to see what they can find

Theres nothing important in my head
Wishing everyday that i was dead
Hearing voices that emotions feed
Whispering thoughts that all say 'bleed'

Bruised and scarred is all i am
All i feel that i'm damned
Mentally insane i don't know
Seems like everybody is my foe

Silent tears i may cry
Wishing, only wishing, i would die
Everyone seems they don't care
Embracing my thought, the world doesn't care


Details | Rhyme | |

On Life, Death and Rebirth

We arrive,
Then depart,
But do we then return to start?


Details | Verse | |

Infinite Bliss

Bite my tongue
Choke on my words
Spell out the letters
That must remain unheard
No one should hear the desperate screams
Coming from deep within me
No one should see my soul as it burns
Without peace I'll always be
No one listens to the pleas I cry
They ignore me every day
No one sees the blood I shed
And I wouldn't have it any other way
I don't want them to know I suffer
And die inside when I'm alone
I'd rather pretend I'm fine for their sake
But I don't care when I'm at home
I am depressed and with good reason
You shouldn't judge me for this
But I'll stick out life till its end
And die to reach infinite bliss


Details | Ballad | |

Embracing His Wrath

The great deceiver picks one
To manipulate and bare his son.

Something goes wrong, she won't have it
So she runs away from his havoc

She refuses to commit to his will
He curses her to the Island Seal

A place to give in to the evil
Where she meets a man named Cecil

The evil one under a mask
To deceive is his ultimate task

Through his eyes she can tell
Looking through unmasking hell

In his furious anger he breaks her neck
Her soul is lifted to her lord ship

Her body is given a second chance
Without recollection of this dance

He places her under angel guards
Marking her under the stars

Her torment will not go unseen
If she goes back she will...scream


Details | Verse | |

Alone

Leaking through my skin,
Absorbing all the pain with-held upon me.
Fading away,
As so does my heart.
Dripping by droplets,
Losing more by the minute,
Eyes seeling shut.
Having the coffin shut;
Behond my reach.
Crys mysteriously leaving.
Pulling away..
I stand alone,
I sob among my time,
I corrupt upon fates wishes.
I watch as death lurks by,
Throwing out the cards,
For when it's my time.
Holding on to dear life,
Loosening my grip by the inch.
I stand alone,
I fall alone,
I look around,
Still wondering...
If I'm the only one,
Alone.


Details | Free verse | |

Shores of Malta

Rhythmic swaying of peaceful waves
Tides align with the influential moon,
Lapping gently on wave-beaten shores
Of frothy seaweed and golden limestone.
Dazzling, too-blue-to-believe waters
Mirrored in the bright afternoon,
Eroded shores ancient with history
Keeping its secrets of thousands of mysteries.
Within honeyed walls that echo through time
Are whispers of old that try to be heard by modern age man,
Who is so out of tune and his instincts low,
Not keyed to the earth.
Age-worn battles of power abide
Never realising that they’re against the tide,
For the Earth surely in its finest hour, will win its opponent in war,
And seal them in through Earth’s activity.
A very good and fitting cemetery.


Details | Classicism | |

Saddness

              I've fallen apart inside
          My saddness is hard to hide, 
        I got an overwhelming headache
      from my devestating heartbreak
        I feel sick and lost because I lost someone I love,
       Feeling like I'm living the worst nightmare you could ever think of.
                     It's critical the way I feel
          It's a deep pain that can never be healed
                         I just wanna runaway
           Somewhere very far to see a brighter day
                     Just know accidents causes heartbreaks
          I lost someone so real never fake.
           He's in heaven now because only the best God will take.       


Details | Rhyme | |

Such Limited Thoughts

Don’t limit thoughts, on what, 
you think you know
Or what, or if, 
or where we go.

This life a mystery, 
as was your birth.
The decent of your soul, 
to walk this earth.

The circle of life, 
is more than is known,
Much more than we see, 
we are never alone.

If you choose to believe, 
that when we die,
That you know where we go, 
would be a lie.

See life as it is, 
a miraculous event
Why not believe, 
we are heaven sent.

Uncharted and hidden, 
is life’s mystery.
So much unexplained, 
for it not to be.

http://www.all-greatquotes.com/all-greatquotes/condolences/328-2/


Details | Rhyme | |

The Ghost and the Labyrinth

He feels his way down
the darkened hall
quivering white hands
trembling along the wall.
Pausing as he hears 
the floorboards creak
underneath his
weightless feet.

Startled awake she
holds her breath
overcome with dread
and a sense of death.
Both are frozen
listening for
a sound at the
hallway door.

He is lost and
can't find his way out.
She cannot hear his
anguished shout.
She closes her eyes
in fear
as she feels him
draw near.

He just wants to
ask her the way,
he's practiced what
he's going to say.
He sees her lips moving,
knows what she's doing,
praying him away
every day, every day.

He's at the end of
the hall again,
back at the start
of it all again,
and so the cycle 
is repeated,
the spirit feels
defeated.
He cannot escape 
this maze
as nights turn
into days.

The price is restless sleep
for the spirits that we keep.

She finds herself
growing old as
he wonders why...
he's so cold.


Details | Free verse | |

Never gone

Do not cry when I am gone
For I shall not have gone at all
For if you look close enough
I will still be here
I shall be the shadows on the wall
The warm from a fire
The sunshine on a spring day
The wind through your hair
The very air that you breath
And in your dreams
The happy memories we both shared


Details | Narrative | |

The Widows Hour

I.
A black widow hides
the hour’s count, in a painted
red glass, on the underside 
of her belly.

II.
Unlike a snow white kitten,
the hard shiny black widow
receives not one loving caress.

III.
In the pale moonlight the black widow spins a silver web.
It created a growing and binding spell-like enchantment.

IV.
A man and a woman
are dancing through time.
A man and a woman and a black widow
are dancing through time.

V.
I do not know which I prefer,
Us making love by a sizzling fire
Or us making love on the cold wet sand,
the black widow scurrying across the beach
Or the moment we met.

VI.
A web repaired a broken window
with finely spun silk.
The shadow of the black widow
remains hidden from view.
The silence
hanging in the web
spoke a thousand words.

VII.
Descendants of Adam,
Why do you fear this little spider so?
Do you not see how the black widow
splashes and plays in her bath
as naturally as the child within you?

VIII.
I know that I know nothing
and I remember everything all at once;
I know, as well,
that the black widow does not worry
about what I know.

IX.
Dark spaces harbor the black widow.
Shake out your shoes,
shirts, and jackets after they’ve been on the floor.

X.
The black widow’s shadow
encloses the stars like an eclipse,
even I cannot overlook a
cosmic event as rare as this.

XI.
She walked across the Nile
in crystal slippers.
Escaping, she never looked back
over her ivory shoulder,
the black widow’s shrill song flies
through the wind and echoes on the water.

XII.
Grains of sand are filling the glass slowly.
The black widow must be endlessly dreaming.

XIII.
The sun beat down while it rained.
I was not moving
and I was not going to move.
In the peak of the thirteenth hour
the black widow traced circles,
after kissing me lightly on the 
back of my hand.


Details | Free verse | |

Untitled #315 / What use is there in distinguishing

What use is there in distinguishing
between perfection and greatness,
between the mistaken and the evil,
between death and life,
between illusion and love


Details | Lyric | |

Taboo

Unloving feeling makes death so appealing
To all who are willing
Usurping all of which is forbidden
The mass denial of what is right
A common sight of all those who are living
Ask now and you shall recieve
Remember nothing comes for free
We take for granted everything but
everything is not for us to swim in
Be rest assured the time will come
when everything will burn while Death is grinning
For all the things stumbled upon
For all the things which always were forbidden!!


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

A Short Story in Verse

He was a guard dog
And very good at his job,
But one night he met a man
Who had killing on his mind.

The man was an assassin
With a contract to complete,
But the dog also had a job
Which he took very seriously.

She was the only witness 
In a very important case,
She was also a detective
So she knew what danger was.

The night before the trial began,
The killer made his move
To take care of this witness
So she could never testify.

He crept softly through an open window,
And slowly climbed the stairs,
He drew his gun and opened the door,
But a cyclone met him inside.

The dog had been waiting
With a growl deep in his throat,
He threw himself at that killer
And bore him over the rail.

The witness drew her weapon
And jumped up out of bed,
She heard the screams and growling,
And quickly went down the stairs.

The killer lay quiet on the floor
With the dog standing over him,
"Hold him, Tiger"! she commanded
"While I report this on the phone."

The killer went to prison,
The witness testified,
So now this story is ending,
I hope you, dear readers, are satisfied.



Details | Free verse | |

Thief

Black garments fall to the floor
Boots off, cane leaned against the door
Top hat lifts, welcoming them all

A bottle of ketchup in hand. . .

“Hello there,” He says to no one in particular
Some eyes stare upward, looking frightened
Pants slip off, skin tightened
“They don’t even smell yet…”
They will soon, I bet

I stand there like a board
In the shadows on my tip-toes 
I am caught…and yet, I’m not!
Us morticians tend to see some interesting things
But not anything like this. . . 

Black hand falls on the still, white faces
Brushing against squeaky leather. . .rubbing flesh
Gloves slide off to the ground
I watch in disbelief without a sound
Getting on the table with emaciated twins
Feeling wind on his face as the death cart spins
Slitted wrists rubbed with fingers in the crusted blood
Smiling, he removes his hood
Over them. . .ripping off their clothes
Nose to nose. . .that so-called Eskimo pose
Knife protrudes in view. . .entering within
Then the real blade comes out, and the smell begins

Why the hell am I watching all of this? 
Had I not come for one thing?
I was just on my leave when I heard the rustling
How used to the dead I am
To even the sad, lone mourners, grieving in their roam
My heart is stone cause it can’t bear to be alone
Futuristic comforts and funeralistic empathy 
So well respected am I by the honest town folk
No one would suspect a thing
I didn’t suspect a thing

But now, here he is and I am watching
So stuck in the moment, simply gawking!
I’m gagging too—hm, that’s new. . .
Does he find it kinky, sneaking into an old mortuary—
Imagining them screaming, squirting ketchup everywhere? 

I do think of calling
As the blade moves in and out of them
But my clouded eyes only stare. . .
I clutch onto the diamond necklace, 
Imagining the dead, insipid flesh that once touched it
And now how the cold chill of THIEF wraps around my neck
They  whisper it as he takes them all in
Thief. . .thief. . .tHiEf. . .THIEF!!!!!

Yes, surely she wanted the damn thing buried with her
But how would she care? 
Hah! ‘Old Mrs. Longbottom’ now ‘Ms. Ketchupbottom’. . .
Would my sin be covered by this sick tormentor of the dead? 
Handling those old, wrinkled fingers
The smell of sweet and salty tomato lingers
Thief. . .thief. . .tHiEf. . .THIEF!!!!!

He was stealing nothing from them
The dead cannot fight
Cannot possibly feel
Why then, does the glare gleaming in the dead woman’s eye
Seem so real? 
He was stealing nothing from them
The blame is all on me
Strangling my neck


Details | Senryu | |

Lost Forever

Casey Anthony--
found not guilty, yet her child
is lost forever


Details | Narrative | |

There is Life Beyond Death's Door Part IV- (Most Awesome Paranormal Experience)

stammered, “Because, if Brian ran away, I saw him earlier today, downtown!  And  
he bought me an ice cream cone! And we talked and were even laughing at a joke 
I’d just told!  He was all dressed up and I asked him where he was going all 
dressed up on a Saturday. He just laughed and said that, he was on an errand and 
he was going back home. He said that he would see me later.  Then I said that I 
would come by to tell him about the trip. We said good bye and he walked away!

Papa’s face turned to stone as he starred in silence, and poor Thomas just stood in 
that spot like a statute.  My oldest sister or someone asked him what kind of 
clothing Brian was wearing.  He answered that Brian was wearing a grey suit, white 
shirt and a burgundy bow tie! He described the outfit down to the shoes Brian 
wore. With that said, Papa, wide-eyed called was rising out of his chair in slow 
motion as he called out to Mama to come and hear this.  Slowly, his tall frame stood 
in silence. Those were the exact clothes that Brian was buried in. There is no way 
Thomas could have known what kind of clothing Brian had been buried in because; 
his parents weren’t at home when he returned from camp.  He had returned much 
earlier than was expected. He didn’t unpack his bags, being in a hurry to get to the 
store downtown as they closed early on Saturdays. After, he would go and visit 
Brian to share about the trip.  Brian’s burial clothes were all new and made by the 
local tailor!  Thomas ran out of the house and my Father ran after him. The grieving 
had begun all over again. We never did see our dog, Blackie again.  The following 
year we moved away.  I am grateful for memories because even though my brother 
Brian died long ago, I still remember his handsome face, even his voice, the way he 
walked, his beautiful smile, and the many times he would carry me up on his 
shoulders to safety in escaping from an abusive uncle.

Next time I see my brother Brian, we will be together again, this time forever.


Details | Haiku | |

Leaving Autumn

Gilded orange/brown 
Readying to return down
Rise from root once more


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Advice

You told me you had high hopes for me
But I'm just a regular guy
You act as if it's entirely my fault
That I like to cheat, steal, and lie
 
I told you, I was simply drinking the alcohol
To drown away my pain
You told me I should try new things
So I tried heroine and cocaine
 
You told me to try and get a fresh new start
So I took the initiative and moved
It wasn't my fault my roommate was mean to me
If you met him, you'd have shot him too
 
You told me that everything would be ok
And then I was sent to jail
I had one phone call to try and get out
But you told me you wouldn't pay my bail
 
You went off to have a family
And told me never to talk to you again
I lost my mind, body, and soul
But never stopped calling you friend
 
I finally got out and looked for you
And found you much farther away than you said
You told me never to call and to never come near
So I used my binoculars instead
 
You seemed very distant from me
So I came to your home address
I came to your home and rang the bell
All of a sudden I was under arrest
 
Back to jail I went yet again
And dialed your number with my one call
You told me you were no longer my friend
And I deserved to suffer the pain of my fall
 
You told me that I'd be better off dead
So I took your word, fair and square
Now that the noose is tied around my neck
Would you mind kicking away the chair?


Details | Haiku | |

Life Is No Picnic

the fourth of july
is no kind of picnic for
our fallen soldiers




You Are Not Forgotten


Happy Fourth Of July To All


Details | Free verse | |

Reality of Mortality

Each cock that crows in the morning
mourns the death of dusk.
The silent sunrise reminds sages of the 
reality of human mortality.
Thirsty, mother-earth drinks the teardrops 
from the soiled skies;
ever hungry, the garden feasts on  feeble leaves
from trees in autumn;s wake.
Each new moment dances with radiant rays,
only to be nailed on a nocturnal cross
when shadows betides. 
Every being with blood and breath 
entered a pact with vanity before birth;
Human existence is a sacred script 
scribed with an invisible ink...
writing nothing on something.

The reality of yesterday 
cannot rid today of its obscurity,
uncertainty sweetly sleeps in the 
womb of... time to come,
time and chance melt into memories,
memories that roam in the human mind.
Years, months and days distil
into sweet and sorry stories.

Moments is what life offers us 
on a platter of preference:
a time to live and a time to leave 
this world of wealth and want;
seasons stop by to sigh-- 
weather whispers words of wisdom.
we are who we are; the earth 
exists in spaces and stratas.
The sinking sand on which we stand
is willing and waiting,
it will take nothing from us 
but that which we cannot afford:
Nothing but the dignified dust that we are.

I know two mindless weights
that make all things equal:
Twenty-four-hours-a-day and 
six-feet under mother-earth.
Alas, there are two dates not 
hidden from the lustful gaze of fate:
when the womb opens the 
narrow gate to human existence
and when the tomb opens wide
the gate to extinction… afterlife.
There is going to be a word on the marble 
that we will not live to write or read,
Yet it will be a concise piece of our deeds;
all what we wrote on life.
Time and chance will knock again 
and again on the door of destiny;
So, cloister your memoir with courtesy
 while you yet live in this frail field.
Only few men crave the den of darkness,
dust and ashes, but it is the truth is
that all men will run into it at a point in time;
There is a time to be born 
and a time to bid life farewell,
Twain moments that sandwich the opportunity 
...to live for humanity or live in mediocrity.
Adeleke Adeite © September, 2012.

Sponsor	SKAT A
Contest Name	free verse (old/new)

Contest Description	


1 original, poem on the theme of ......free verse .......
Any form is acceptable. 


Details | Prose Poetry | |

ONE100eight

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CharlaXFabels 
 
 
www.three 
 
SUN TRAN history 
 
 Passenger Pigeons carry messages to people entrenched at 
www.wwone/ditched in doughboy britches wearing Army boots of wool 
 August 3, 1914 special free edition of the BerlinTageblatt announces "The War 
with France” The Kaiser rolled away and fell from Germany the world is saved 
they proclaim the war is over 1918   
 His hat was very black and ebon his vest hung down in back front was cut in 
western sling style his hair was off white gray an old gunslinger out of old 
Tucson days. He took a transfer out of his pants pocket and tried to slide it in the 
bus to make it work but the driver had turned it off to see his face light up he had 
been caught for this was the very first bus. NO the driver said simply with a smile 
that will not work and left it at that and up to him he did not frown but added the 
dollar paid the money for the fare the first time not again his bogus attempt at a 
free ride had failed. He took his transfer paid he learned his western lesson 
there the driver being kind and understanding could have been demanding that 
he leave the bus and March 24, 2008 has come the carrier pigeons are taking 
messages to www.wwtwo.com the war is over Hitler dead go home and live 
without a gun without a dread.  She simply simpered she opened up her bag a 
purse no doubt without a dime or dollar amount inside her friend paid for hisself 
one dollar kept the transfer in his hand she kept repeating to herself for all the 
crowd to understand eye left the wallet with the money in it at home the wallet MY 
wallet is NOT in this bag it has been left at home the man he seemed astonied 
when she said in certain tones did you get a pass for me NO he said don't you 
remember my pass and your pass is both in your wallet left at home the driver 
moaned a bit but let her be she let them ride he said eye gave to you my pass to 
keep for me she said so sad MY WALLET is NOT in this bag it is left behind at 
home IT'S EVERYTHING the carrier pigeon flew with messages to the troop in 
the trenchment ditch at www.worldwarthree.com/apocolypse 
The message simply said 
we airmailed 
 every missle 
that we have 
to hit the enemy 
the world is over now 
do not try to do anything 
just pray 
we are all going to see 
JESUS 
NOW 
TODAY 


Details | Quintain (English) | |

Husbands are in heaven whose wives scold not

" Husbands are in heaven whose wives scold not"


His Heavenly garden
Seemed a loss –without someone to share--
The birdsong missing was, he thought, the
Lack of nagging in his ear.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Crucible

I can only begin,
To express what its like,
To have gone through such things,
As the crucible hike,
54 hours of torturing pain,
Which only got worse,
When it started to rain,
6 hours of sleep,
Issued 3 MRE'S,
5 recruits dropped,
Overcome by the heat,
After 2 days of hiking,
We were issued our masks,
Taken into a chamber,
Were we get CS gassed,
With the rest of our strength,
We head for the reaper,
Into the mountains,
We hike deeper and deeper,
80 pounds on our backs,
M16 to our side,
Ascending the mountain,
Screaming painfully inside,
The Reapers a monster,
It can swallow you up,
A truck had to follow,
To pick recruits up,
though it felt like forever,
We had finally arrived,
Beyond exhausted,
and sleep deprived,
Then the DI's scream out,
lets pack up our trash,
its time to head out,
So get off of your ass,
The hike back was torture,
But as we got back,
we ate a meal fit for warriors,
then marched straight to our racks,
Some thought they'd been dreaming,
Some wild cartoon,
But we had really overcome it,
As a team, a platoon!
Copyright © 2009 Zachary Jackson


Details | Free verse | |

Neglected World

I utter
Words of regret
I mutter
Words of neglect

I’m anxious
‘cause I don’t feel right in this state of remorse…and I’m tainted by solitude
I’m nervous
‘cause I feel like a downright disgrace…and I’m filthy and nude
I’m upset
‘cause I don’t feel like I belong in this world…and I’m jaded
I’m in debt
‘cause I’ve been feeling like a total failure…and I’m manipulated

I flutter
Beyond the world’s reach
I surrender
I accept my fate…unable to screech

I’m afraid
‘cause I feel powerless in this world of wretchedness…spewing forth malice 
I’m prayed
‘cause I’m constantly waiting for Your mercy…full of spiritual bliss
Then again, there is no hope planted on this earth
There is no sign of peace.
No sign of mirth. 
No sign of ease. 

Signs of doom
Carries the clouds of gloom
And releases agony
And disparity   


Details | Ballad | |

WHAT LIFE IS

what life is, is all in drama.

A play whereas pain and joy

are the themes in constant contrast .

pain is for us in stage and joy for the only one who watches .

what is it to be normal ,if life is all just stage act

of the seven step rhythmn with a slight tag

followed by the deep mournful cry encrypted pain is living and role of puppets

and us all in poetic harmony

we stomp to the dance of life.


Details | Free verse | |

Shadows in Candlelight

Feeble and hunched over
his movement stumbles
as shuffling feet echo
in the shadows
of a candle-lit
forgotten church
as the old priest
performs his sacred rituals
to a few faithful followers


A commitment to the cloth
harbourer of hidden secrets
an unclaimed inheritance
no longer passed on
the last remaining elders
keepers of unwanted wisdom
take their secrets
to the grave


Details | Ballad | |

Stolen Souls

It sweeps through the nights, 
Is it an angel? a devil? or the angel of death, 
I lie there sleeping, 
It comes and my life disappears, 

I disappeared then i found myself flying, 
flying over the ruins the soul stealer left, 
I saw his face, 
I saw his pain, 
I'm sweating terribly, or are these tears on my face? 

I hear a scream then i wake up, 
Its white and clean, 
I hear a machine going: beep, beep, beep 
and his face looking at me, 
holding my hand, 

i suddenly remember the scream, 
my own scream, 
and the bullies dunking me underwater,
he was just glad i was alive, 

he leans closer, 
and we share our first kiss.


Details | I do not know? | |

Quip #1

needs i seam it so fast
and then i'm hem
OblivioN


Details | Cowboy | |

The Pox Man

Oh, he rides though forest, he rides now through the hills—
The Pox Man is coming and he kills and he kills…
He lays waste to the red man and the white man, too—
He brings that soft darkness to both me and to you.

It may come with blankets; it may come with his horse—
It marks and gives you fever to run out its course.
He’s a tall, solemn scarred man that fills you with dread—
He may spare you your life or he’ll leave you for dead.

Oh, turn from the Pox Man – to him you do not pray,
His mercy is random, he has little to say.
He will ride off now soon - touch the weak with his breath—
He’s giver and taker – yes, we know him as death.


Details | Free verse | |

end of the day

half smile starts to slip
     hairline cracks around the lips
pick up the pace down
     five flights she
hits the crash bar
stinging wind whips aside
     all that remains

the startling cruelty of
unfinished
blurs
his gentle pale eyes in her rear view


Details | Free verse | |

The Tryst

An exquisite touch of misery
cripples her sensibilities
two doors down
    bolted.

For written upon his brow
she saw unholy disregard
    for but a moment?

Seeping beneath her door
malevolent advancing collector
    glides bloody .......
~
She didn’t understand the absence
    of his soul
watching her in the insistence
    of utterly waxen wounds.

Without sitting behind her eyes
    how could he ever know
midnight’s promise and not
    ask.

And so he awaits with dagger
    poised as
she trembles with anticipation
    of his knock
on her door
bolted
at the stroke of midnight ...

[happy new year!]


Details | Haiku | |

SHOWDOWN : The Inevitable End

Once would we see Never would we tell the tale The Armageddon So catastrophic An epitome of end The unchangeable Rivers roar like lions Ice respect the heat above The great Avalanche Properties extinct Human's hope elude for good The WORLD'S end. Pronto!


Details | Free verse | |

Resting place of Mary Jane

Mary Jane was barely sixteen
When they locked her away
For talking very strangely
They readily declared that
she had lost her mind
This so called safe keeping place
Turned into her secret grave
Ninety seven years ago
This sad tale played out
Yet this sixteen year old child
still sadly roams in this place
This dark dreaded asylum
still hears her wailing voice
In the silence of the night
You might still catch her sight
Moving from room to room
Lost in an asylum of
Quantum and space


 Nalanti Goosen©2012 
 All rights reserved


Details | Lyric | |

Black Widow

1 through the door
2 through your heart
3 through your head
4 colors in my eyes
Red, red, red

1 clash
2 rings
3 words
4 sirens
Shrieks of red, red, red

1 bed of white
2 saviors
3 men at my side
4 grievers
Tears of red, red, red

1 room of rock
2 rings around my wrist
3 eyes in my head
4 days before forever
Stains of red, red, red

1 room
2 sides
3 on one
4 on the other
Crying out red, red, red

1 decision
2 stabs of pain in my side
3 cries
4 smiles
The judge says red, red, red

1 boy
2 people
3 arguments
4 solutions
Mine was red, red, red


Details | Free verse | |

The Old Man From Far Away

this old man is always there
after your soul
no one cares
he's a greedy old man

he wants what you got
all to himself
he'll put you away
like a toy on a shelf

don't give in to his dark evil stare
you may not like it
but he is always there

there shining eyes
filled with greed
run while you can
he hardly let you breathe

run little boys
run little girls
don't fall
or nothing will be yours

he hunts all night
even through the day
 here he comes
the old man from far away


Details | Free verse | |

Make Your Choice

Shake the hand
and stand in line.
Prepare to be deceived.

The shock and awe
of what you saw
will break what you believe.

When places swap
and bodies drop
Are you willing to take the dive?

Or will you try?
cheat, kill, or lie,
to make sure that you stay alive?

Now is the time,
its left up to you.
no time to be losing your voice.

So try not to cry,
or beg and ask why.
Just breathe in and make your choice.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Poetic Insanity

Hello and welcome to my life,
I wish to stab you with a knife.
To slit your throat and crush your eyes,
To grin with joy upon your cries,
To leave you in the dark, alone,
'Til all remains of you is bone.

Please come closer!
Take your chances!
I'll impale you with my lances!
You do not possess the choice,
For not a soul can hear your voice.
Don't dare try to back away,
Or your tendons I will fray
Into a gum that I will chew,
And put the rest inside a stew.  

Where was your God, Where was your Lord,
When I hacked at you with my sword?
I do believe my actions wrong,
But it brings the blood for which I long.
I have caused you not to live,
Which I hope heaven will forgive.
I danced with joy when your heart stopped,
And your liver had been chopped
Into a stir-fry I will eat.
So delicious is your meat!

I left your body slashed and mangled, 
With your bones and veins entangled.
Such a worthless life I've ended,
Whose soft organs have I blended
Into a smoothie I will drink,
Then pour the rest down in the sink.

I would have written more, but I am busy of late.
Just don't go near my house, or it's blood-stained gate!


Details | Senryu | |

Pulled the Trigger

Bullet wounds
The criminal shoots down his
First targets

How dare you
Shoot them uncontrollably
CHAOS grows .  .  .

Don’t shoot it!
The victims are running mad
And you pulled

The trigger
I’m terrified of your strength
DROP IT, man ! ! !


Details | I do not know? | |

Dancing Tides

Hope hangs by a string, but it never dies completely.
All your regrets are packed in the corner, all nice and neatly.
Hiding away so that the world can't make a fool of you.
Trying so hard not to do all that you're dying inside to do!
It's like a wave washing up onto the beach, it's never ending.
You hear the crash upon the shore as fake as when you are pretending.
The light from above as you struggle below for air,
is like a glimmer of trust in a game of truth and dare!
And like the tide we retreat and then come crashing down again
We are the dancing tides. We seek but never reach the end.
Gathering our minds, trying to figure it all out.
Hope, my old friend, looks like a twinkle of doubt.
But then the break forms a crack that leads the way
back to the dancing tides we love and like a wave we sway!


Details | Rhyme | |

Fallen Angels

Forsaken land where Earth's tears tremble,
A place where all the world's hope crumbles.
A place where angels lose their faith,
Begin the end in this cold place.
As blood pours down their wingless backs,
Their skin is sewn, love fades to black.
Cut the ties and sew the stitches,
Nothing can help fix these glitches.
Gallows tower everywhere,
Guillotine dreams fill the air.
There's no place for these fallen angels,
They stay here and hurt unabled.


Details | Narrative | |

Untitled #300 / Thermopylae and King Leonidas

Thermopylae, Thermopylae
King Leonidas at
Thermopylae


Details | Free verse | |

Invisible Chains


When you think your alone I’m actually there. . taking away your freedom and your not even aware.

Its better this way with you not knowing, as if our true face was to show, well that would be the end of the plan as we know.

So do us a favour and keep working your 9-5 watching our T.V thinking you’re alive.

The truth of it all is we run this show and even if we told you no better people would know! 

As most aren’t wise they do as there told, makes them feel secure. . Its psychology of old, an as we both know sheep do not lead  . . but follow!


Details | Rhyme | |

Emerald Green

Fated was I, that day I saw
What left me in rigid awe
For never have I ever seen
Such things in a human being
 
Stolen from the earth
And Gifted to you at birth
Beautiful they are in every way
Crafted by god on the 7th day
 
Sparkle like stars, they do
But they tell history too
Like portals to the soul of god 
they are
Singing the songs of creation of 
far
 
Time goes 1 minute by
And I have not blinked an eye
For I shall dare not miss
The glorious moment in this
 
Out of my chest, this heart did 
pound
And my blood raced at the 
speed of sound
Any longer and I would be dead
So I stole my gaze away instead
 
Back on earth, I now stand
With beads of sweat in my hand
I gather my thoughts and begin 
to ponder
Why did I meet this universal 
wonder
 
For everything, there is a cause
For I've missed my bus, while in 
a pause
Its destination, the bus did not 
meet
For it fell 200 feet
 
Now I see from a glance
That God has given another 
chance
luck was my friend that day I 
saw
What left me in rigid awe
 
For never have I ever seen..
 
Such Angelic Eyes of Emerald 
Green...


Details | Rhyme | |

No gods have I

No Gods have I

No gods have I, I’ve let them go
I don’t need props no more
I don’t know where I’m going to
No one is ever sure
Though questions leave me curious
The fear is all but gone
I only know with all my heart
That life just carries on

But what is life, you all may ask
And I can only tell you
It’s you, it’s me, it’s everything
From Earth to the skies so blue
Birth and death may come and go
But life goes on forever
Nothing can destroy this force
Not any kind of weather.

How do we live without the trees
Minus the moon, or sun
And what about this gravity
We need these every one
And they need me, because I’m here
And I was meant to be
And really everything that is
It turns out to be me.


28 June 2013 @ 0745hrs.


Details | Free verse | |

te vere

The man with the plastic bug in his head 
came in my dreams yesterday
reduce me to silence.
He beckoned me to follow him.
He pulled out the bug
burdened my memory with sins
and i remember the tune.


Details | Classicism | |

unbroken awareness

UNBROKEN AWARENESS

My life is now a floating shell.
I am a vessel on that river.
The storm, the ship, the sea,
Whose shores we lost in crossing.

I can see the milky distances-
In your eyes, but you cannot see me.
A thin melon slice of first moon,
Melting into songs and slivers of ice.

You could feel small creatures dying.
Cowering humans in their burrows.
Fighting for lives other than theirs.
Aware they could not escape.

Each of us comes into being
Knowing who we are,
What we are supposed to do?
But why do you try to hold back-
The sands, falling in your hourglass?

I am now unconscious.

In a way..., but mute.
A little pearl of awareness,
But this pearl is not me.
Knowing yet unable. 

I am now timeless!

All times and in all futures.
I am a universe of windows.
I cannot be touched again.
I am in an endless dream.

But I can see you outlined-
Looking beyond what you know.
One day the seeds would return
And life would continue.


Details | ABC | |

Nightmare

"...And one day i was hearing around that I had died.
But I was feeling alive! 
I was just in another very beautiful place
and I felt so happy there! 

...And in this beautiful place I saw a dream.
I dreamed that I was on a small planet
that they call 'Earth'.
And I got in a panic with all those that I saw and lived there

....And one day I heard around that I had died.
and woke up from the horror
And I started to laugh, and laugh, and laugh from happiness.
It was not more than a bad dream.

It was not me, the man, that had died.
It was just me
inside my dream..."

Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved


Details | Epyllion | |

Wild Vanilla

Cerberus bleeds through copper  tablets.
The red skinned angel spews the truth
Of ages.  Of wood: we sing hollow
Hosannas:  too many fragments 
Of light – flutter past the eyelids.

I wait.  Impatiently – push stones
Through needle eyes.  Honey 
Combed monsters breath deep. Mimic
Lies told by cloaked creatures living
On shadow time.

The flesh forever green.  Pillars of fire
Illuminate infinity.  Here comes the 
(dis)believer of the free word. Those
that stain us – rule.  Hypocrisy of the 
one that deigned himself God.

Later, the fly awakens.  Time to leave,
The dream has finally run out.


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Free verse | |

Whispers of Anubis

In a dark, dark room,
an eerie aura sorrounds;
deathly whispers crawl in the air,
sounding like incantations.

A sarcophagus lays still in the room,
whispers oozing out of it; no one knows
that the sarcophagus is a portal to the Underworld,
where Anubis and his cohorts reign.

Only the Book of Ra; its jacket containing the symbol
of the Scarab Beatle, that can chase away the whispers,
and curses from the whispers.

The evil dead continue to be undead, 'til when th Destined One
finds Ra's Book, and chants the verses that he sees.......


Details | Narrative | |

Hurt and You Could Have it All

upstairs in my room
i put my ear to the floor
only to hear my parents screaming
the argument is about me
my mom yells "look at what your son has become!"
Heartless, unintelligent, fake...
my father replies back
"hes your son, hes your own pile of dirt!"
whenever my family is out together
we act happy like these fights never happen
but every night they do and i cant tell anyone
i have to act like someone else in order not to get introuble
What have i become?...hurt..dishonest..will this feeling dissapear?
I will drag you down and i will make you hurt..
I lift my head from the floor
still hearing the angry voices of my parents
i found an old needle, and i dug it into my skin
the next morning i go downstairs
with a cut off shirt on, and baseball shorts
My father grabs my arm
"what is this boy?"
i yank my hand away from him and i sit down on a chair
"its nothing sir"
my father repeats "are you cutting yourself?, why?"
i grab my bookbag and i disapear out the door
My father runs outside pulling me to the ground
"are you cutting yourself boy?!" he screams
i say "no sir i just scrapped my arm on my dresser"
My father grabs my face
"you better not cut yourself again" he replies
He hits my face, as i lay on the ground.
I didnt wake up until i felt something wet drip on my face
it was raining and dark outside
i run into the house and into the bathroom
looking into the mirror i see the bruise that was left on my face
My father wasnt home and my mother went to bed
"everything goes away in the end right, if i let him have it all, my moms pile of dirt?"
I sit upon my liars chair full of broken memories i cannot repair 
I become someone else, but the old me is still right there
if i could start again a million miles away i would keep myself
i will find my way



Details | Rhyme | |

The Fallen

Dark and hollow Shifting shadows Who lost their battles When fell succumbed to the gallows Lurk restlsessly in the great deep's shallows Lost forevermore


Details | Free verse | |

lost, found, and liberated

i use to lie awake at night 
and ponder of this pointless life 
up for hours and not make a sound 
i once was lost but now i am found
my sea of confusion, like moses did part
the instant i let jesus inside of my heart...
but than i let out a gigantic huge fart 
and realized it was just indigestion 
than like a sensible person, i began to question 
and out of those questions, came rational thought 
and all of the things in school i was taught 
like critical thinking and following facts 
so i came to the conclusion: religions a quack 
now i live happily, in awe of earth's mysterious beauty 
and if you don't like it, you can kiss my patooty


Details | I do not know? | |

Enhancements of a Constructed Contract killing

a Constructed Contract killing
enhancements under my feet 
Silent gases that can't be breathed 
souls ready to be fed to the beast 
money mix with blood 
tears coughed up with Murder on (in) hand 

death is but an unfortunate termination of life
a shaking building of life's little pieces of time 
which can fall one brick at a time. or be
demolished by a violence, storm of mishaps 
or to be perfidiously shattered by the thing call man   

and so i (I) die helpless with no way to save my, self
and wonder how liquid drops of poisonous tears 
can float in the air like mist to skin   
and like wax to the inter ear... bring confusion and death  

I now take my leave of you 
and pray with open eyes 
for a better death than what may surly awaits me  
and may your final sleep, be as you always dreamed!

aka:lyricvixen (vlf) 


Details | Rhyme | |

The Hope That I've Lost, The Hope That You Give Me

Why must I feel so alone,
I know you are right here,
Why is my future so fogged,
Yet I can see you clear.

Why must I feel broken- dead,
When you breathe in me life,
Why even when I feel happy,
I attract the knife.

Why do I feel empty,
When you fill me with such joy,
People say I need a man,
But you are not a boy.

How can someone love so much,
When they just hate themseves,
Why do I feel so alive,
When I here funeral bells.

How can my heart be so broken,
But mended by you,
How can I trust anyone,
I know our love is true.


Details | Epic | |

The Unmarked Graves

In an rod-iron fence, next to Independence rock,
sits the site of unmarked graves.
A hundred or more years; they sat unrevered
seems history; made a mystery, of their names.

Children they say; rest in the graves,
nieth the shadow of a granite wall.
A boy and a girl, and another still,
may lay behind the fenced befall.

The grandson of the hangin judge, 
one account is said to say,
and a girl who's father mined soda ash,
less than a mile away.

It seems these accounts, 
difficult as they might be,
somehow lost there place, 
in our modern history.

No markers for the two, 
and still there may be three?
death's dark door,
often came swift, and tragically.

Though no makers remain, 
For the children unnamed.
The fence is there to remind us,
the progress made, along the way,
with the cost of life, 
as the purchase.


Details | Lyric | |

Hello... Hello...

Hello, Hello
What are you doing there?
Hello, Hello
I'm looking at you here.
Hello, Hello
My knife is in my hand.
Hello, Hello
How long can you stand?

I crashed through the window
And sliced open your throat
I killed your damn goldfish
And sunk his damn boat
I killed your whole family
And killed your best lover
I whacked off your privates
So now you can't love her
I stabbed your cold eyes
And ate your damn toes
I ripped open your flesh
And stole your old bones
Your skull was so soft
I stabbed it clean through
Your bones are so weak
So weak and so you
You ran and you screamed
I ripped your tongue out
You crapped in your pants
You can no longer shout
I ripped out your hair
One hair at a time
I shaved skin off your head
So slick with red grime
I cut you over and over
Until you were a nice even red
The hot liquid burning
The sheets through the bed
You can't die and you'll watch this forever
The day that you died, over and over.

Goodbye, Goodbye
What are you doing there?
Goodbye, Goodbye
Are you alright my dear?
Goodbye, Goodbye
My job is done here.

Hello... Hello...


Details | Rhyme | |

CLEAR LAKE, DON'T LET THE WIND ERASE MY IMAGE

How joyous is to see
the reflection of oneself
in calm waters that slowly flow,
but like anything that was and will be
must be swallowed by death;
and unpleasant as it is, every living soul will know sorrow!


Clear lake, don't let the wind erase my image...
it must survive until this body dies in silent whisper,
to allow no person loved or unloved grieve in fear...
as this spirit flees to the highest sky, it is purified by the strongest sage!
And shouldn't my departure be glorious? It ought to be announced by conscience,
by that merit which many deserve when there shouldn't be silence!  


How powerful is to understand
a mystery that the mighty ones have defiled
with modified words to make followers tremble,
and fill their minds with untruths until they are tried
and found guilty of conspiracy even with a clean hand...
will they face the fury of the Creator for the unrest in His temple? 


Clear lake, don't let the wind erase my image,
to trouble the delightful moments of this perfect noon...
when the quite sparrows pity me more than themselves losing all courage;
and do I console them by singing like a loud croon?
Tomorrow perched on the lowest maple tree, they'll remember their friend...
someone who was too afraid of seeing his image being stolen by the unkind wind!


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Aftermath of an Auto Mishap

Isn’t it terrible how some people drive? Thank God I can walk away from this and stay alive. This awful episode has left me more than annoyed. The car is considered totaled now that the air bag is deployed. As usual, the police and paramedics arrive. They extract a body from my car that is no longer alive. I tell them I’m relieved that they are here. However, my voice is something they don’t hear. The deceased has an appearance I recognize. That dead man is me! I don’t believe my eyes! Wait a minute, what is this I see? What I am seeing now defies believability: Angels descending, bring from above, echoes of mercy, whispers of love. They flock all around me, and take me by the hand. These are strange surroundings I don’t understand. One of the angels tells me it is time to go. I reply, “Where are we going, I would really like to know?”


Details | Free verse | |

Curiosity Kills

BUMP
Under the bed
I am awake.

SMASH
Outside the door
I am standing.

THUMP
On the stairs
My hand on the doorknob.

SMACK
At the front door
I am in the hallway.

BANG
Outside in the rain
I am sopping wet.

SQUISH
They walk through the rain
I am drenched in blood.


Details | Verse | |

Your Mask

Your mask is impossible to crack
A most confusing riddle
I find myself lost again
Stuck smack in the middle
Your mask is hiding you away
Misleading me and so on
I find myself at your mercy again
Feeling I've become undone
Your mask is cruel, unforgiving
Troubling my dreams at night
I find myself so crippled again
Lost this endless fight
Your mask is an illusion
I wish I knew the real you
I find myself at a major loss
When you mislead me like you do
Your mask is something horrid that
I'd love to see the end of
I find myself at a disadvantage
Because with you I am in love


Details | Haiku | |

Higher Grounds

He has risen from
the grave of death to lift you 
up to higher grounds


Details | Narrative | |

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.


Details | I do not know? | |

I Almost Died Tonight

I almost died tonight  
But I had to fight

A driver drunk as can be 
Almost hit me 

Heat pounding 
Legs shaking
Fear breaking 

I leap away from the murderous beast 
Just by a hair 
I can almost picture my self there 

Adrenalin coursing through my veins 
Thought and feeling that cant be tamed  

I could have just been dead 
Left broken and bleeding out 
Street covered in red 

Its all scary and surreal 
Everything around me I could feel 
Wind blowing 
blood flowing 

I almost died tonight 
But don’t worry I’m alright


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Illusion

Everything I can’t remember
Seems to make more sense to me
When did it happen?
How could this come to be?

Seemingly so simple
Yet complex in their own
I sit there and stare
Waiting for the phone
To ring just once
Waiting and watching
For just one person to talk to me

Yet all the things I cant remember
Seem to make more sense to me
Clearly now
Are all the things I fail to see

Ive been doing so much lately
That things have gotten so out of hand
I need a vacation
Put my feet up in the sand

All the things I cant remember
Seem to make more sense to me
And all the faces o so vague
Yet so familiar they do seem


Details | I do not know? | |

Dear Jesus -not very poetic, but it's on my heart-

Dear Jesus, I was wondering what I'm doing lately...
I've been so ashamed of so much recently,
I'm so caught up in my life, I dont know what I'm doing anymore.
I'm terrified of my fate, and the people I love's fate as well.
I feel like I'm losing myself more and more everyday.
What ever happened to my morals? Where has my consious been.
I feel like I've already damned myself, 
I know you're real, I want him to as well, but does that earn me my spot in heaven?
If I made it, Im afraid I wouldnt be happy in heaven without him,
But is that selfish? I feel like you've abandoned me because my flesh has taken over.
I feel like I'm only living to be hurt and destroyed in the end.
I want to be sorry, and I am in certain degrees, but not genuinley enough, I know it.
I'm so gone I'm afraid that you wouldn't want to help me anymore.
Why do I see these things that frighten me so - Why do you leave me so scared?
Are these things cursed to me? or are they just illusions that steal my hope.
I need help, but I feel like I'm in this alone.


Details | Free verse | |

Death of the Deceived

I lurk to tread troubled waters,
Across earth’s reality.
On traced wheels of ventured
Men, lost in faded glory.
My eyes print upon the strand,
And sway, entranced in their vexing
Motions, as She hauls her prey:
Frozen preserves of timely wrath,
Slipping amiss…amiss.
Into Her broken depths,
That gather darkness
From wood and flesh;
Petrified, neath Her swollen fists.
She lusts the breath of sailing ships
Still some far away.

I marvel how many have lost their way
Adrift Her supple skin,
Like doves of derailed direction,
Taken by a drunken wind.
Seduced by Her wispy motions
And spun along sea-web to deceive;
They disregard the Son’s counsel.


Details | I do not know? | |

21 Grams

With one last sigh
My soul is expelled
Twenty-one grams
Floating upward, high

I'm light
Effervescent 
Free

Twenty-one grams
That’s all I am
That’s all that’s left of me
I left behind
 My body

Still and unmoving
On the scale
calcuator, pen
The doctor total tell

Unaccounted Weight:
21 grams


**For further understanding refer to the work of Dr. Duncan MacDougall 
http://historicmysteries.com/the-21-gram-soul-theory


Details | Rhyme | |

Life and Death and way beyond

Between birth and death, is the lifedream most lead
when two parents soweed that loving seed
their elders cautions, they took no heed
a baby was born on umbilical lead.
A Mum to nurture, a Dad to protect
from their love was borne this project
a golden nugget, with love they did prospect.
But, so many people seem to think
after life, it's all down the sink
maybe why they live on the brink?
When you die, over, that's it
ooh, what a crock of...summit!
I've got a few things to say on it,
Walk through the door, there's so much more
make that wall take a fall
the things we all could be
lift societies veil on Reality
you are you, but also me!
Other side of this curtain, wait and see
it really is something else, all so differently.
Why is it hidden when we are alive?
when earthly bodies still survive,
we only see one side of the ride
the rest only appears, once you have died!
But it's not the end, just something else
many other life stories, yet to tell
when the soul and fresh body does gell
a new tale to yell
I'm so glad that wall, it fell.
Putting on my brand new skin
my old lives ashes in the bin
so much of life remains unseen
a lifetime of unconscious dream
the power is within you
deep down, you know it's true
there's Absolutely, nothing you can't do!!

The varied planes of existence
separated by a virtual distance
by what some deem, Realities curtains
But, Everything IS, of that i'm certain!!
©John-Ovan.P.Hull
Written for the Life and Death....and in between contest
by Mr.John-Ovan.P.Hull


Details | Free verse | |

My Dying Days

i wish they were here
i don't mean to speak blasphemy
but the truth is
i got nothing to live for
except my talent
my money is gone
plus my friends are too busy to listen
to a man who used to run beer through their throats
and then they would sing, together


Details | I do not know? | |

Fragments Of Life

Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces.
Distant yet echoed through the listless years.
Grinding all emotion together in pain and love
and the melting begins to twist all the 
emotions into a spiral of hopelessness.
The fragment awakes.
and i find i missed the years of hope.
Hissing like snakes
tied around my neck like a rope!
Desolate and drenched in despair.
but a new hope enters with a different air.
Fragments entwined 
to form what's inside.


Details | Rhyme | |

A Road to Nowhere

A road to nowhere A picturesque scene of trees turning bare Fresh autumn scents filling the air And a young woman on a journey traveling from here to there With a slow, steady pace and tapping shoes She creates an east rhythm to hum along to Walking along, not a care in the world Living her life, and living it well The cool crisp air softly blowing at her knees Coming throughout the autumn trees For a moment it almost seems Things aren't really ever as bad as they tend to seem Soaking in the last bit of light with a peaceful flow She passes along the last few trees with golden leaves shinning abode The now setting sun begins to give off a warm orangey red glow Setting off her long blonde hair as it moves to and fro Then out of the gleaming sky Fighting her rising fear from deep with inside Her heartbeat quickens, as she tries keeping a steady stride Hairs prickling up upon her neck, a raven screeches as it swoops by The absence oh heat, so abrupt Leaves her with chills, so corrupt Touching her soul as if almost freezing up Upon her face lay a perfect cut A gush of wind cuts across her chest And her forehead quickly covers with little beads of sweat Just as she's starting to fear she can't go on She twirls and turns then starts to run She whirls around but falls to her knees Blood slowly dripping down from her cheek The raven appears with an open beak Ans lets out a bloodcurdling screech "Raven, Raven, oh please don't die!" She laughs And looks upon the bird with a menacing smile Then lets out a satisfying sigh "Just please don't die" She gracefully stands with blood-lust filled eyes Her tapping shoes carrying her off into the night Her Raven black hair rocking to and fro And off down the road to nowhere she goes
Inspired by The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe


Details | Senryu | |

Confliction of Casey

Casey Anthony
looks as conflicted as the
evidence given


Details | Rhyme | |

Death in the Afternoon

Carelessly I sat in the sun
Without a thought for the morrow
Enjoying the garden flowers' scent
When a small flutter caused my head to turn
And made my joy darken into sorrow
Forcing me reflect on what this life meant.

Vigilant and ever watchful
Stood a falcon atop its prey
Stripping a bloodied body with its beak
Scattering feathers with each mouthful
On what to me had been a serene day
Until I chanced to witness a scene so bleak.

Our glances they did not truly meet
But with gruesome awe I watched him eat.


Details | Personification | |

Personify this

I am a dark metaphysical being
Created by the wall of reality breaching
the malevolent Fabric of your nightmares  
I am not the boogie man no
I am the force in your mind that describes depression
I am the all mighty one who makes love falter
I am the beast who shines no light but engulfs you in the night 



If i am broken
it means once i was whole
If i am dead
it means once i was alive
If i am depressed 
It means i have once been happy


Details | Rhyme | |

Vampires Of Bulgaria

In the southern mountains of Bulgaria  
A gruesome discovery had been made                                                     
They uncovered hundreds of skeletons
Of vampires that were slayed
They had religious charms beside them 
To stop the dead from rising again
And iron stakes still protruding
From their chests of their remains
In the Slavic villages everywhere
Plagues had broken out
And anti-Vampire rituals
Were common scenes throughout
This plague had started to ravage
Populations of medieval times
Hysteria had gripped the people
From the walking dead at night
So the people created an image
In the form of two graves
To resemble the Virgin Mary
With child to keep evil away 
In the ancient city of Thracian
Stands a hilltop citadel
In the ruins of Perperikon
A truly living hell




Based On A True Story 

© Copyright KC.Leake
4th December 2014
All Rights Reserved





Details | Free verse | |

A Lesson Queerly Learned

Silky white, pink-tinted petals pushed by dreaded zephyr
They brush against cheeks; comfort sensually skinned
Delicate, freshly bloomed, fall like widows who have wept
I should too if not for ignorance willfully kept


Details | Rhyme | |

Terror In The Night

A scream rings out into the night
Tortured with terror ,overcome by fright
I search to find who it may be
Only to see death staring back at me
Cold with no motion
Hate committed without one notion
A demon starving for blood
Took this life while gasping in its violent flood
Fear fills my dark sky as death points to me
Then waves goodbye

                                                      Written by Joseph Adam Burchett 12/22/11


Details | Rhyme | |

Futurology

Hapless hopes of a civilized world
Have been prophesized and repeatedly told
But what’s the point of such a tale?
When all we do is miserably fail

When wars are fought and blood is spilt
No one cares coz there’s no guilt
When children die of strife and pain
No one cares, there’s no disdain.

That’s the world we live in now
Murky plains with a desolate row
Warm to the touch, but frozen within
Static in a planet of corruptive sin

If smart men know from A to Zed
Why can’t they realize the mistakes of the dead?
Yet we live out normal lives
Replenishing our souls, where evil thrives

Corrupted we stand
Holding in our hands
The blood and dirt from far away lands

That’s what we are
Drifting afar
Our souls are black as road-bound tar

But time goes on
And walks forth life
Piercing through reality
Like a murderous knife

Darkness falls
With end of days
Black and White
At which we gaze

Brings out sorrow
Brings out pain
Pulling at our conscience
Driving us insane

Deceptive dreams of truthfulness
Haunt our waking sleep
Yet we lie without a reason
Because we’re in too deep

In truth we’re nomads
Lost in a desert of lies
The darkness seems to shield us
From all the shame and sighs  

But if we’re lost and waiting to be found
Why do we sit still without making a sound?
Maybe darkness is what we need
For Satan to arrive and take the lead

As we wonder, as we lurk
Sitting in the murk
Satan smirks
Awaiting the arrival of us - the hell-bound berks!


Details | Free verse | |

Disconnection

I'm…
so tired of my heart 
breaking

I'm …
so tired of my hands 
shaking

I'm so tired of my mind
racing

I'm through pacifying 
my disconnection

Do I only love you for who you used to be?
When you said you'd wait for all eternity?
Did you drink away every memory of me?
How am I not everything you’ll ever need?!

I've had to sit down and write this 
to tell you the words i can't speak
When I'm around you now i feel weak
I'm drowning in my disconnection

Where did he go??
You are not the soul I used to know
Where did your memories go?!

Why has the meaning disappeared…
So suddenly
Now I realize I should too

You act like you remember nothing 
I can tell that’s what I mean to you
After all I’ve done for you
All I want is to be emotionless too

In the end I guess it’s what I love the most about you…..
Your disconnection.

[©2012 SLS, this soon to be a new song for It Is Rife With Ambiguity]
www.sorrylittlesharky.com


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New Relationship

I already don't like you
even as I cling to your warmth
and allow you to caress me tenderly.

Moaning, any lustful union
is a sort of death - 
No life will come of death
No future will be found in death

We were finished before we met
Concluded before we began
Cursed before we could be blessed
Dead before love could be created.

I feel peaceful and warm,
ensconced in your gentle demeanor,
you who are so willing and eager 
to love and be loved.

I am an artist
and an actor
and a fake
and a cheat.

Alone in my tyranny
Separated by my black heart
Unable to give you what you want
I extend and kiss you and sigh.


Details | Lyric | |

The Colorado Kid

We took the morning by storm
Just another day in Maine
Until we met the Colorado Kid
He sat back on the beach
Holding remains of his death
His blue lips showed his last breath 

Seagulls on the whim
Never knowing him
Picking up his last meal
Showing off his muscles
Never looking back
Kicking buckets till his last

Authorities never pleased 
Can’t we identify him?
No more clues for the Eldorado  
A pack of smokes in his breast
Autopsy shows the lungs clean
But they were bought from Colorado

A long way from his babe
She came a year right after
She saw his face in the paper
A good job and nice house
Why would he leave his life there?
Traveling worlds meeting his maker.


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fantasy contest

an ancient city plague by disease

the fields painted by fallen knights

skeletons in armour coved in debri

with a cold fog and lack of moonlight

i turn to leave this place of mystery

but the trail that lured me in has disappeared from my eyesight

what was once a trail of dirt and fallen leaves

is now a field of shining armour exposed to the moonlight

as the cold air licks at my skin i hear a voice calling me as faint as the breeze

it leads me to a scroll that tells of an accent foresight

that of a young boy that will one night find a city of deceased and the way in will be closed for eternity

and when the night sky has passed out shall come the sunlight

for today is the day that boy will die for certainty



21/06/13


Details | Verse | |

IT'S TIME TO GO

The Dead are rising from grave
It's time to go! they murmurs.
GATE is opened for every guest
But no guest to leave the host.
The ice cold hand on shoulder
Does not any resistance care.
The Dead rising up now utters
It's time to go!It's time to go!

	

	
	


Details | Free verse | |

I Am Nothing

Like specks of sand blown
By non-existent winds
All that is me
Disperses into air

Grain by grain I feel
Them as they leave my soul
Sailing through the ether
Sweeping me away

Feeling and seeing
From the perception of all
Until my awareness
Envelopes my surrounds

I feel myself lift
As I sink deeper in
The everything around
Connected by light

The soul and force
Of the abiding spirit
Swallows me as I breathe
Its life into me

I am all
I am nothing


Details | Free verse | |

Assassin

Assassin You lock your beliefs Close your eyes Breathe your last breath The days are ending My voice Is the last thing You'll hear Listen to the silence It echoes It chases It kills This is reality Kiss it on the rear This is your reality Do you think it's pretty? I'm not beautiful I'm not handsome I'm an assassin I breathe death And exhale life My voice Is the last thing You'll ever hear Lose control Shut your mind off Remember You lock your beliefs Under the cloak Of your mind Don't lose focus Listen to the silence It echoes It chases It kills This is the birth Of your reality Because I am An assassin Do you think I'm ugly? I think it's safe To assume I'm a demon Under the cloak Of your mind I will not lose focus Listen to my breath It chills the night Do you think it's pretty? I do Because I am An assassin


Details | Classicism | |

Was Evil Created by God...?

Challenged with this university question,
One researched Truth's 'whole confession.'

How many, to such a question, might dare say yes;
If God created evil then He is evil, one might guess.

But, then, one student did profoundly asked:
"Tell me professor, does cold exist to last...?"

The professor replied, "Of course it exists."
What was this brassy student's logic, or gist?

Amazingly, the bold student retorted, "That's not true."
"With laws of physics, cold is the absence of heat (for you)."

All can succumb to a proven study, as energy will transmit.
Cold does not exist; the word only describes how we feel, to fit. 

The calm student continued, "Sir, does darkness exist?"
The confident professor retorted, "Of course it does."

The student replied, "Again, Sir, that's not right;
Darkness is actually the absence of the Light."

Newton 's prism is used to break light into colours of aura.
Wavelengths cannot measure an unilluminated area.

The light's ray can break a world of darkness, illuminating it.
Darkness is termed to describe the absence of light, present.

Finally the youth asked, "Sir, does evil exist?"
A bit unsure the man said, "Of course (not wanting to resist)."

At last the youth replied, "Evil does not exist Sir (neath God's rod)."
Evil does not exist 'unto itself,' it is simply the absence of God." 

"God did not create evil, He created beings with free-choice."
The youth was Albert Einstein; I am 'only relating his voice.'


Details | Lyric | |

The End

The end creeps closer 
The day grows near
Darkness cloaks the daylight
I think it’s finally here

Strangers passing by
Unaware of what is real
And when life is over 
How will it feel?

In our waning hours
Passion wants to moan
Release your inhibition
Let your spirit roam

Shadows on the ceiling
Dance to the tune
No one there to see them
In the empty room

Creatures of the evening
No longer appear
The moonlight doesn’t linger
Sounds are quite unclear

The army of darkness
Slowly marches near
Don’t try to fight it
They feed from your fear

Trade all you own
Just to have a good time
It was worth it 
You were in your prime

You know it’s over
When you hear the wind cry
Meet the inner demon
He winks his eye



Details | Free verse | |

A Schizophrenic Poem

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I'm a schizophrenic
And so am I

I hear voices,
They tell me what to do.
Sometimes I listen,
But they want me to kill you.

I don't want to do it,
It wouldn't be fun.
So listen to me
As I suggest you run.

Run so I can't follow
So these voices won't make me take your life.
Run far away
So I don't have to use this knife.

I also have Multiple Personality Disorder
One part of me doesn't want to kill you
But the other part of me does.
I want to slit your throat and watch you bleed.
I will eat your dead corpse
And feed your bones to the pigs
And crush your skull to give to the field mice.


Details | Monorhyme | |

Rufus Dufas

once came a man of civil tongue
spoke of another poet for what he has not done
tattered his name across the morning daily sun
depicted depraved drunk even a drug-addled madman he was none
since 1842 grudges just for some weird kind of fun
Rufus Wilmot Griswold  Mr editor got his gun
posted Edgar Allen Poe Was Dead died in Baltimore the day before yesterday I just shunned
If this is what memoir of the author is I may be as well as be done
But believing in and still reading Poe's work I have forever keepsakes of suspense and fun


Tribute To Poe



Memoir Of The Author
Rufus Wilmot Griswold
Editor

Also Entry For Brian Strand's
Adaption Contest


Details | Rhyme | |

Do We Take Our Life For Granted


Do We Take Life For Granted?

I believe that so often we take
our life “for granted.”
Thinking were on this earth
 and “forever planted…”

Scripture says our life is like “a spark in the sky.”
We’re here today...  Tomorrow we may die…

“Where your treasure is”…  “Your heart will also be!”
Have you thought about where you’ll spend eternity?

Everything we need…  God’ s given to us already…
When death knocks at your door.  
Will you be ready?

Your soul has been purchased.  Bought and paid!
The gift of eternal life has, 
through Christ, been made!

The breath that you breathe...  Each day you awake.
Please consider Jesus as your lord…  
Before it’s too late!

Each day we have is a gift from God above…
Another opportunity to be filled with HIS love!

Won’t you take the time to consider life eternal?
So your name can be added to heaven’s journal?

This wonderful life that’ God has given to us…
Why not allow God to come in, 
and give him your trust?

He can change and make you a new person throughout!
He is your creator and is 
what life is all about!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

Afterlife

change is without end
past, present, future

days come and go
reoccurring not again

time moves yet forward
never looking back

life continues till it ends
reviving nevermore

© Eugene Harvey


Details | I do not know? | |

DOOMED

Water

           Flows uphill, past
Meaningful nothing's gate
Washing Happy City’s wall, dead
Planting gloom in its stead

The land
              
                In happy ignorance, dances
To sadness' enchanting tunes


Dry waters

                    Penetrates Calm’s soil
In its bed, fertile
Poking scrawny fingers

Finding Joy's seat
Takes it
Happiness’ bed
Rapes her dead
Oh! Success' groom
Sadness bloom!

Smiles
             
            Sails to tearful land
Hiding behind cargoes of tears unshed

The land

               Bustles with sorrowful activities
As dry ocean let loose its murky aromatic waters.

8/20/2013.


Details | Ode | |

The Unknown Poet n' the Lover with an Immortal Heart (Part 1)

On a windswept hill crest by the sea there is a lonely ancient sentient tree that seems so 
figuratively familiar to me, I wonder why this can be n’ who my heart longs for when
I’m here n’ why love gives no guarantee…
Though I visit here frequently, today I was summoned, beckoned by the branches of this 
solitary tree swaying in the breeze, to this charming yet purgatorial space...

I knelt down upon this strange magical place n' was carried away as my fingers traced an 
owl’s feather to my face n’ wondered why I loved n’ despised this fateful place…
My body shivered, internally tingling n’ with grace, some kind of enlightened knowing I could 
not erase n' like the sentient tree that cradles you within, I sensed your ethereal embrace…

Silence ends where you begin, I heard the likes of Aeolian sing “Oh my Immortal”  n’ your 
poetic voice disturbed the chaos in the winds of my mind n’ there within returned the 
memory of your handsome androgynous face…
I said… “Come let my hands play upon your skin” n with my thoughts gathering to replay a 
scene across time of broken hearts n’ love’s abandoning reflected in the fire of your eyes n’ 
a touch of a feather upon my face…

I’ll never know your name or how many tears were cried in the oceanic depths of your 
pleasure n’ pain, though the salt I can taste in the tempest of this darkening day as the wind 
heralds your scent n’ presence unto me…
I’ll never know all who walked hand in hand here before me or where each discarded shell 
has been as the seasons flew away, yet I now know why a thousand Halloweens were  your 
destiny n’ you summoned me to transcend my mortality n’ the meaning of silent words at 
play this day…

Our ancient bodies lay together here beyond mortal touch, though in my present existence I 
no longer recall our names, they are lost in my many lifetimes yet kept in the Goddess’s 
providence…
Though no longer you feel my touch or pleasure n’ pain I'll plant a flower as a blessing on 
top of our grave, above the waves, where your soul is a slave to this sentient tree cradling 
your ashes n’ bones returned to dust…


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Crying In The Rain

Crying in the rain
Letting go of all this pain
I do not want to see again
How we came crashing to an end
I do not want to see why
We were forced to say good bye
I have watched it and I have lived it
Been crushed by such a low hit
I’m crying in this rain
My eyes red with raw pain
The tears are flowing
Just not going
And I’m left all alone
I beg for your forgiveness
I scream with all I’ve got
But when it comes together
What I have is not a lot
I walk alone down this street
Strangers’ eyes are following
But I just keep on walking
Head down and never slowing
I pace these roads and hope to find
Something that means anything
Something that’s familiar
Until then I’m just left hanging
I’m still crying in this town
The rain pours on my face
Trying to forget you
But failing at first base
I cannot help but remember
Your face and how you smile
Just keep walking strong
It might be easier after a mile
Your eyes and how they glowed
Are burnt into my mind
I close my eyes and see them
Staring back right into mine
I’m crying on this night
And will on many more to come
I’ll stumble forward without you
Looking for my fortune
I cannot ever forget
The feeling that I had
When you put your arms around me
And chased away all the sad
I will try but fail to forget
How you loved me through thick and thin
I will wander through my life
But always still in love with him
He was my world and I can’t forget
He makes me who I am
Although he’s gone and lost from sight
I will not become a sham
I will always try to forget
How brilliant he made me feel
Made the world seem wonderful
And that maybe this world was real
The pain I feel when I remember him
Is cutting deeper still
He’s left a gaping hole in me
One that no one could ever fill
I try and try and fail again
My baby is still gone
I’m crying in this rain again
Cold and all alone


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Loveless Days

Blood spilled upon the British skies
Her eyes drained my soul
Asserted love in bad places has forever taken over

I leave the stoned windowed motel without anymore wishes
I pray for nothing now

I couldn't tell if it was morning birth or noon exposed
I jump the scene and the cold moments looking to hang onto sharpened blue clouds

You've burned me woman
You've pressed the flame upon my skin-analyzed my thoughts and sin,preached to all the
broken men,men like me who move with wind

But we're gone aren't we baby?


Her eyes drained my soul
Blood spilled upon the British skies
I died on your Monday evening


Details | Senryu | |

Life flashes before my eyes

My eternal sleep
Should consist of one last wish
Dreams and not nightmares


Details | I do not know? | |

the dark gift

come now, drink the blood of the wilder-beast, 
join us on this midnight feast, you are now and forever
 a child of the darkness, drink of the beast, 
cure the need, feed, sacred tombs, and anicent wounds, 
journey through the souless abyss, immortality,
 the dark girt.


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A HAUNTED FISHER

                                       A HAUNTED FISHER

	A hawk - sighted and decided young fisher;
          Traps skillfully, fishes for his wisher;
	Waving and sliding water - hills over;
	With howls of 'hurray', grows ever.

		Now a wisher, decrees vessels;
		And fishes millions of dreams and pearls;
		Blunts swords of sun and might of whirls;
		The spheres of storms and lightening, hurls.
		
			A god of holdings turns all to gold;
			Life to moving circular fold;
			Time to scarce diamonds mould;
			And occasions to sudden perches for hold.

                    	Possess a paradise with Hedden;
		Breaks brutally into the forbidden;
		Inflows and outflows hidden;		
		Landslides and gullies end Aden. 

			Fast after flying dreams, unheard, till; 
			Fast typhoon tosses, waves, spill; 
			Quacks and wrecks whiflashing castle, fill;
			Wakes of the storms died and waters calm still.

		Now where is the floating tower? 
		Flying dreams and manifold power;
		Where is the longed Hedden and Aden’s lover?
		Isn't the ocean calm blue and tempting ever???   
 
																   											
													JOSE PUDUSSERY
																


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The Cathedral of Weeping Souls

I walked passed the aisle of burning candles,
Lighted in the altar of a dead friend,
Behind the corner of my ear,
I hear weeping wallows of deep dark voices.

The path of animosity had collided in the daylight,
That opened the route of nightlife,
In between the lines of the cross,
I projected my mouth to prayer.

Of peace, of faith and of tenderness of the night!

On that very vengeful night,
I hear shrieks of goblins and witches outside.
The soul of my friend never rest,
It dances and dances with me in the aisle.

Weeping, crying and wailing!

I dropped a tear of pitiful sorrow,
And opened my eyes to sob,
The souls of my other friends joined us,
On that very night, I tumbled till my body drops!


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Deadly secrets

Dilapidated and faded,
Together they made it.
A house to a home,
If only she had known...
The darkness that lurks and dwells
deep within
Consuming, confusing and
Consoling his sin.
The secrets he hides are not harmless,
In fact,
The secrets he harbors are clues to his past.
Dark and shamed, he keeps them bottled up
Never popping the top to see what comes up.
He closes his eyes and pretends it's not real,
Consumes drink after drink 'til he can no longer feel.
But she has no idea of the monster he hides,
Her friends warned her.Well, at least they tried...
But when you're young and 'in love'
'Love is blind'
And her belief always was,
'True love is hard to find'
So she smiled and ignored them, played off their words,
Thinking to herself," Him..? A danger.. how absurd..."

Together they lived in their 'love' filled home,
The monster in him, becoming more tempted to roam,
He fought to keep it buried deep,
Night after night, alone, he'd weep...
'Til finally one day she confronted him,
Asked him about the words her friends had spoken.
" Beat his last girlfriend until she could no longer breathe.."
"Then he bathed in her blood as he watched her chest heave...."
That's what the girls had told her...
And after she mentioned it... she seen his anger...
His blue eyes seemed to glow an eerie shade of red,
Her heart stopped as she seen him, her soul filled with dread.
He raised his hand and struck her face...
"You let the monster out now! enjoy HIS face! "
She will never be seen again...
The news just says..."Both vanished... without a trace..."


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Divided in two

Two parallel Worlds divide my body and mind in two.

One World holds my heart, while the other holds my limp body.

One World shows the life i'v held in my heart, where there is good and there is bad, but everything in that World always ends in good.

The other World shows the life i'v feared for years, where there is nothing but bad, but everything ends in death.

I'v lived in both Worlds.
I'v hurt in both Worlds.

Both seem neither good nor bad at times.

But the funny thing is... 
OUR world today is what those two Worlds have become.

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The October Incident

            The October Incident

Tombstones floated on a green marsh haze
Wolf moon pulled a blanket of gray along
Howling creatures mourned, reached their ends 
A fog, a drape of death, over open crypt and stubbled earth
Down to the shadow grave
Oblivion hidden behind every black leafless tree 
Ready to suck and snuff out life
From any being drawing near  
In October things aren't always pleasant
On the eerie winds grip, swinging in, in fear
A shallow ditch shoveled out by a dark creepy figure
Panting frantic out of breath
Covered in mistakes, and dirt, and curses from birth
The wicked man cast his last shadow at the covered moon
Sweat glimmered, dripped off his bulbous nose
As he threw his victim in the shallow grave
There were no prayers, only a cold corpse, consumed 
Doomed, covered over by waves of green marsh haze


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unbalenced light and dark

the balence of light and dark
has merged with 
its own balenced 
perfection, was light
is what was dark,
what it is ,
is what it was,
for it will never be
its own perfection,
and darkness
still never
understands 
the light.


Details | I do not know? | |

The day before tommorow

The day before tomorrow
The day of today

Every given moment
Oh the prices people pay

Any time
Any place
Any background 
Any race

The fight for freedom is dormant
We must quicken the pace
Dictatorship is upon
Communism we unknowingly face

Yet there is still hope
Just a thread, a trace

Regardless of color
Regardless of size
We must all unite
And stand up to fight
For somewhere an innocent woman cries
About all of this violence

Yet in the midst of the violence does it truly matter
About what shade of skin meets the eye
For we are all red
Deep inside


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Freedom

We are sullenly mourning
For security from the demoralizing night
I am despairingly probing
For mercy to carry us back to our divine flight

We are all wishing for infinite freedom
We are all seeking for an abundant kingdom

If we are living in pure happiness, why are we so emotional inside and out?
Why are we painstakingly tracking down a getaway away from this mystifying dilemma? What is all this venturing about?
If we are swaying in the rhythm of faultless jolliness, why are we vexing about the departure of our best friend?
It isn’t in our control…so get a grip or we'll fall!
If we build up our friendship, we'll have wounds to mend
So stop your blaming and cursing or we'll be in appall 

If we are all leaders, why are we panicking?

We are all leaders…we aren’t senseless pleaders!
So face your phobias and get out of the deserted state!
We are all leaders…we will not give in, vile deceivers!
Saunter out of sight, so we won’t meet our unsettling fate!

You meddled with our cries
So don't point fingers, you insidious devil
And forced us to believe your jaded lies
SHUT YOUR MOUTH! I don't want to consider your excuses, for our truth stands still

If we are living in pure happiness, why are we not meant to be?
If we are living in pure happiness, why are we battered and bent?
If I am living in pure happiness, why am I not free?
Could we ever discard this horrifying dilemma that pounds on us like cement?


We must act like a leader—tough and vigilant
Striving to survive!
We must mimic like a leader—buff and independent
Struggling to stay alive!

Disregard the mourning state;
Drive out the defiant enemies and make them face their damnations
So we can joyfully integrate and negotiate
You’d do me a favor to cease your supplications!  


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the face of insanity smiles

neurotoxins devour your nervous system as you slip under the waves of paralysis, an incision made from throat to pelvic bone as i proceed in analysis, iv'e been using a scalpel for so long my hands covered in calluses. i am losing my mind yet i can hear every thought, induced chemicals stop the circulation like a growing blood clot, you think we're so different but maybe we're not, after all when we die everyones flesh will rot. spraying amonia everywhere to neutralize my DNA, flee the murder scene with a clean getaway, my words and murders will be remembered in history, you'll be forgotten and your disappearance will become an unsolved mystery.


Details | Lyric | |

And the toil of the gods was great part 2

And the toil of the gods was great paert 2                                                                           
Soon the inescapable truth will come hurdling home once again
We may face the end of life and dreams or we may finally ascend and be reborn
Together we must forge the path forward so as one we can understand where we have been
Once again they will set out in search of sustenance for a home that’s bloody and torn
In their code they will take with then the infinite knowledge of the ancients
Another planet a different sun, light-years away more of our people toil on
Now as we face the summit and re nearer the apex we do with their absence
Too much time has passed since the first fathers came and since they had gone
This immortal spirit remains trapped within this fragile shell
Our souls and blood hold the key to a powerful wisdom but the lock evades us all
Still the war is raging no gods or demons and not for tales of heaven and hell
A boundless eternal soul is the prize, defeat will be fatal the ultimate downfall
So many questions we ponder so often oddly frequent
What evolves to feel dread or fear where’s the need to dread ones own death
A celestial being is meant to be whole and completely transient
The coming test we must not fail or we will all share our last dieing breath
The veil can be lifted and the secrets in the palms of our hands
Moving thru time hurdling in space as the universe expands
The true forms we were denied but with salvation we may return to the creation
No longer bound no longer chained and never again forsaken
They forced on us the mind now the peace and liberty must be taken
Soon will see we all die or become one aware feeling boundless wise immortal and free

				AND GOD SAID LET {US} MAKE THEM IN {OUR} 
IMAGE IN {OUR
] LIKELINESS.
HEBREW BIBLE /
  


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Occupation

They came in silence,
moving through the speckled shadows of the dawn
half-life
half-something else;
a strangeness

They came in with the news,
not in it
not carrying it to us;
but with the news they arrived,
silently.

We only read the words,
but with the reading,
we knew they had arrived
and what was ours
was passing from us.

They’re sitting now in every room.
At night we almost hear them.
Fragmented whispers from up in the attic space,
beneath the eaves, where they have frightened
swallows from their nests.

Uninvited, they came
and like spiders filled the empty spaces.
The house is full now
and every empty room inhabited.

Never seen but always present,
they have made this house their home.
No fuss.
No malice.
But we know now this house is theirs
and we are only tenants.


Details | I do not know? | |

Whispers

In the middle of the night dead screams arise,
they've fulfilled the darkness on earth.
These gruesome whispers are no surprise,
but they've got me scared and lost.

I just am quietly on my bed,
feeling the darkness smothering me.
Only shrieks in the night tie us,
no one will look for you there.

We went to visit the woods,
we went, but only I came.
We walked through endless forests,
where you can't be found and I am to blame.


Details | I do not know? | |

Prey and Predator

Time reflects that which we have saught
We've wandered over for many a year
Never quite knowing what our search was for
The memories of an age gone past, guide my steps
As I too, wander
Staggering on into the abyss that is the on coming life
I know not where this jagged path will lead
I flee form the shaddows of the night walkers 
I flee into the hands of daybreak
Where I can see the juts in the road
The rocks that cut my feet
I can see the pain
And so I can avoid it
When the drapes close upon the sky I lose my way
Fall 
My eyes are blind, 
My ears can hear
The unfamiliar voices that rape my ears 
The sounds that claw at the walls of my mind
They whisper to me
I scream at them
I tear at them in the dark
They taunt me
I run on
Upon this jagged path
Butterflies' blood is strewn across my step
The blood of the lamb as well
At night when the sounds are in there
In my head
I become the wolf
The lamb as my prey
But hush now
Don't speak
The drapes again pull away
Dawn approaches
And I am again a butterfly
I am again the lamb
Time as kept me wandering, on and on
Forever more
Running form the wolves inside my mind 


Details | Elegy | |

Saving Grace

Alive In Night,
 Shadowed By Light
Born Through Pain
 The Death Is Sane
So Surreal The Death I Feel;
 Faith No More,
Trust In Doubt
 Left With Scorn
Fled In A Rush
 Melting At Your Touch.
Can't You Hear
 The Hope, The Fear...
Pain And Hate
 How Easily Does It
Resign Your Fate,
 Justified Thy Death
Murdered Thine Life
 Can Help Shine Through,
This Opaque Shield I Drew.
 Maybe, Finally-I Can Rest In Pieces...
Undeterred Needs Met With Unsoilicited Promises.


Details | Tanka | |

Skull and Bones

The skeleton waits
Left some time by a killer
Rotting and decayed
Crying loudly as a ghost
Who will avenge my murder?


Details | Free verse | |

Obscure Hearts.

It is three am, and I wonder where you are, and why I am without you.........
Tick, tock...tick, tock...tick, tock...tick, tock...tick, tock...tick, tock...tick, tock.....
Each clock clamorously claims victory ~
Fleeting
Victory...

The sound of tires on a wet, dark highway is amplified, and I wonder how
Many of those travelers comprehend their destination and how many will
Arrive
Home
Safely...

Reality thrives not on rainbows.

It is winter, and I need to breathe ~ yes~ a scrupulous black and white.......
Austere borders...ice and rock...a conscience of the finest caliber................
Forty-seven years and my
Act 
Remains
Imperfect;
Then, theatre, for me, has always been a spectator sport; although truth
Is on my side, I remain brutally beaten...

Why am I without you?

My pretty white crochet curtains surround the bleak, for your mystery makes
Me weary, and why does April taunt me so...


You reside in a stone hut, and I am a sleepwalking virgin.


Details | Haiku | |

A Dialectical View

On the ground, stark still
The child immobile stared, saw
Its dead broken will
            *
Songless feathers cold
Limping back from shivered tears
The bird speechless too
            *
One bird flies no more
Death disshevelled to it clings
Like a silent heart
            *
Each dying makes dust
Dust the silence of the song
Dust, death of a bird
            *
No post mortem whys
Knowledge sorrows has no cure
Death cloud us with sighs
            *
One tear glistened then
The mother tugged her away
Heart beating like wings
            *
Dead before the church
In coldness, nothing flies now
In the silent skies
            *
Hangs still the clod cloud
Air in air, a frozen will
Like a dead bird - falls
            *
Inexorable
The mortal thread dangling dust
To featherless wings
            *
A bird's desire fled
To this feathered crumbled heap
Shall I trust to sleep?


Details | Sonnet | |

LEAVE THEM BONES ALONE

   LEAVE THEM BONES ALONE
The day we die is peace to what's the soul
to fly into and through the dark of space
We join the love of God-- death is our goal,
into the light of Him and His embrace;

But as we go, one part we leave behind
'tis physical, and what we think's the end;
and buried in the heap, if we've the mind,
or burned and scatterred to the blowing wind!

Them bones that dry won't stand the test of time;
and if there's thought to be a bit of gold;
the search is on, through earthly grist and grime
to dig us up, so that our tale is told!

The curse of time is on the diggers head;
With little thought they make love to the dead.
© ron wilson ©


Details | Couplet | |

Unrequited Love's Last Chance

Ambiguity undefined
Overuled and underlined
by Blood red hair that hides
the ship that sunk in sea blue eyes

empty life and bursting heart
betrayed by senses in the dark
haunted by the righteous wrong
a strangled heart's silent song


Details | Quatrain | |

Is Life But A Dream 2K11

Homosapiens therein a state of sleep;  
To truly rouse forth thereafter thier deaths?  
Shall Sheperd say... He trusts they'd well sleep?  
Life, a dream? They'll fathom post final breaths.


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Hematophageous

It is night once again

I arise with the same plan

Seek out a life

to sustain my own

One worth dying

To feed my soul

 

I walk the crowds

Feel and listen

Find the one

No one will be missing

 

Lure them away

with my charismatic display

Hypnotic my voice

They follow without delay

 

Alone and dark

I draw close

A gentle embrace

Then i start

 

I nuzzle the neck

As i breath the scent

of this liquid life running through

 

My lips touch skin

I shudder within

Part my lips

My tongue darts first

A sigh escapes from deep inside

Now i know they are fully mine

 

My touch turns hard

My teeth sink in

The flesh gives way

The blood pours in

 

The taste of copper

Sweet and warm

flowing thick

more and more


Feeding this satanic hunger.......................

Curbing once more this blood lust i was made for

 

The skin grows cold

The eye’s fade

another night..........

Another life.........

This is my undead strife 


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no news

the post man said "no mail today"
my heart broke it two...
again today
I thought I was going to die right there
another day,
with no news of survival
how do i manage to let my life go on
when his has  gone and passed away
my mind tells me he's out there some where
but no news from him
no letters
no card
not even two men dressed in suits
My mind wonders
as I try and distract myself
the news comes on
and I watch ever second
hopeing to see your face
just walk by
but as soon as I heard your voice
I knew
I didn't need news
I didn't need a letter or card
because there is no you
well at least not anymore


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The assasination of Margaret May

The wind was blowing,
as the car was going,
across the hills ; across the vales
the night seemed young , as each nightbird sung 
to the moon there long and timeless tales.
Then, at midnight hour
the chauffeur rested, his iron fists upon  the wheel.
There it was,
The mansion of Margaret May, 
whose life tonight I shall verily seal.
I approached the moors like a silent hound
I scaled the walls then climbed the mounds
And though the night was dark and still
I still saw the great house upon the grey hill.
I scanned each wing like a wolf would see,
a sheep as it feeds with humility,
and yet it was no prey, that I was to kill,
for the hounds, they now bayed upon each hill.
The moon gleamed its mischief upon the terrace;
And it shined, like an unearthly thing,
it gleamed its sorrow upon my face,
and wailed its scorn, against the human beings.
I entered the house 
the doors were not locked,
so I opened them slowly and its  walls they did talk.
They spoke of devils and demons and familiar kind;
But I did not see them for my soul was blind.
I took out the weapon and its barrel shined,
by the light of the moon thay was now declined.
And having climbed up the ladder,  to the rooms upstairs,
I found  May just finishing her prayers.
She turned around and I gazed at her eyes;
How could such beauty be 'bought' to demise?
I dropped the weapon,
no bullet could shred;
The flesh of the mortal,
that before me was spread.
And yet she would die for the world could not accept,
what in this masion was hidden and kept.
She was not lustful but lust itself 
and yet I could not stop myself.
For I had no soul,
I had no sin,
I went for her throat, and held tight her chin.
She did not struggle;
She did not plead.
Rather she smiled, till I had finished the deed.
And left her silent;
And still upon her bed,
and there she lies smiling,
but her heart is cold and dead


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Nine Hundred Eighty Three

983 pounds of blackbirds fell down from the sky.
Was this an end times sign or just a catastrophe?
I think it was part of mans destructive history.
You at least must agree; this would make a big pie.

Some say it was lightening strikes and fireworks.
Who are these some that speak upon this?
Why would they make such a ludicrous miss?
Do they really expect us to believe, what jerks?

So-called experts say birds followed leader to suicide.
What kind of fools do they make us out to be?
These charlatans are supposed to be brilliant, you see.
Now they should readjust thoughts, as they go and hide.

Many will say it’s a sign; end of times coming soon.
Though I say Gods, signs will be more massive.
There will be no doubt; he will not be passive.
Majestic and overwhelming signs will make us swoon.

They have no definite answer to give to us all.
Why do they give us such ridiculous responses?
Maybe they are afraid of truth of their analysis.
They would rather let ourselves; forget the birds fall.


Details | Free verse | |

Angel

               Angel

Gangsters angling for a deal on wet concrete by the station
Feared for life, but more for death, on the street
Souls purchased with wrong turns

Their associate last week lost his way in the park
An angel pulled up, found him, fed him a line, then a shot
Just for a second his eminence smiled, then died

A red car drove off with the pretty little assassin inside
After taking a kingpin out, removing the competition in a flash                         
Taking comfort in what a young girl can do when put to task

Now the concrete walk waits for its prey
Directed by others in a sequence of events about to play out
Events initiating a consequence of revenge unfolds

To exact equal pain in retribution for the loss of their boss
The gang had followed him for years and continues to do so 
Into an early grave, by seeking out the girl unwisely

From the shadow, an angel came again.  This time for them
With a killer’s lust for blood and blessings from above
Stray projectiles fly from all sides, initiated by the parties involved


The spree begins to shape the end of days, taken in an angry rage
Trajectory of chaotic gun fire directed at the gang
Took participants engaged down, one by one, until there were none

These stoic men feel mortality and reality effects
Only at the end of a gun at the point of death as wasted flesh
Saying her name with their expiring breath….. Angel


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Unspoken Heat

unspoken heat
surrounds me
the white pillars
turn to gold
i rise above the clouds
and the moment untold
the sun has this crimson light
i lie here and i cry
i wait here so patiently
for a voice to maybe whisper
years go by
here i lie 
no rescue
not a soul to tell me why 
nor my imagination
unspoken heat
surrounds me
the moment remains untold
on this cloud so patiently
not a sounds heard or made
only bright crimson light
shines down on me 
lonesome once again
bot a body nor a speck
in sight
the smell of nothingness
builds up
not enough oxygen left
to breathe
unspoken heat
kills me
here i lie
on this cloud
left to die
here i lie 
now i'm risen


Details | I do not know? | |

The Black Figure

A black figure is there,
Leaning against the wall,
Grinning, gnawing on my soul
It looks familiar, yet I know it not.
It rises every morning like a nightmarish phantom
Follows me everywhere, always
He steps into darkest corners of my mind
Treading on my memories
Branding its bitter mark upon every spot
Clearing its throat, starting to murmur
That terrible song, that horrible theme:
“Oh thou glorious creature!
Where thou shall flee?”
To stars? I will be the night.
To the depth of sea? I will be the whirlpool
To Sun? I will be the clouds.
To jungle? I will be the vulture
To desert? I will be the scorpion
His venomous roaring laughter 
Delves into every vein
Crushes every cell
Breaks every joint
The black figure is there
Leaning against the wall, 
Grinning, gnawing on my soul
And I 
Desperately wait for the moment
When it crawls forward
To entangle my limbs
In its crooked palms
But is there a black figure?


Details | I do not know? | |

Wonder

Living.
Such a simple word.
To define it?
Impossible.
To live.
Same meaning.
Not exactly.
Much harder.
Dying.
Such a dramatic word.
When you think of it you think of pain and suffering.
Many images flash through your mind.
Most are terrifying.
Others are depressing.
Few are peaceful.
I find the word dying as a peaceful thought.
When you die, you are gone from this horrifying backstabbing world forever.
Or so it would seem.
There are many questions here.
Do I become a phantom?
Do I disappear completely?
Does my soul really get saved?
Will I go to heaven?
Is there a such a place called so?
If so.
Will I  become an angel?
If not.
Will I go to hell?
Is there a such a place called so?
If so.
Will I meet the devil?
Or become a demon?
If not.
Will I turn to dust and be forgotten?
Will I cease to exist in every or any way possible?
So many questions.
So many answers.
Are any of them correct you ask?
Who knows.
So I repeat.
Dying.
Such a dramatic word.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Stick It To Him { Footle } Light Poetry

Vampires
           Desires

                       Holy
                               Moley

                                              Beware
                                                         Out there

                                                                       Used stake 
                                                                                He's baked





Tribute To Halloween   
 [BOOOOOOOOO} LOL

Also Entry For 
Donna Golden's   Footle Fright


Details | Epitaph | |

My Suicide

If I Could Hear, Those Words Again,
I'd Say The One You'd Love To Hear.
I Wish I Would've Listened;I Hate It When I'm Hated.
Even Worse When I Know Your Jaded,
Forgotten Pain Finally Came Back.
Together I Know Now We'll Never Be.
At Least I Know The Final Cut Would Make Me Free.
The Chance Isn't What I Need, All I Want Is To
Hear You Speak Any Non-Venomous Words To Me.
I Don't Want To Feel Anymore, When I Was Numb,
It Felt So Right.
Now I See, What I Always Hated. Love Wasn't Meant For The Fated.
Heaven Never Wanted Me, Hell can't Save Me, Purgatory's 
Just A Name For The Pain.
So Goodbye And Good Luck To This World.
I Don't Really Love or Care About You or It Anymore.
Once I Tried It, It Felt So Good, Now I Can't Stop The Blood 
From Coming Out!
I Hear The Sirens, An Ambulence Comes.
But What I Hear Is My Tears, Falling In The Rain.
My Best Friends Can't Save Me, They're The Reason
I'm Already Dead.
Please Close My Coffin. 
I've Said All That Should Be Said.


Details | Free verse | |

We are silent, we are still


Tak, tak, tak, tak
goes the gun;
in a raid of the dawn.
Ahh, Ahh
screams the child,
into fractured world born.
Shredded:
a body, another life torn.

Rhyming' old news.
So what's so good about today's?
Running from the real blues?
A recession of compassion;
inaction for gold:
a silencing transaction.
Silence falls on fields of killing.
We lie in our pity:
sticky and shitty the despair.
The answers we are taught;
range from don't know-
to don't care.
I know I would play my part
if I knew where to start
...would I?
I know something of the pain around
but how to give in?
How to die?

So many
beyond the overflow line,
sickened;
dining on these old platitudes.
We've needed something wider,
deeper.
His unattainable beatitudes
Demanding another
to play the game;
the same death creeps in.
Allowing His goodness
to bring only shame.
The blame we spin.
When we are uncomfortable,
our culture threatened.
We are loud and hate-filled,
love easily abandoned.
But when the straight evil
of theft, rape and murder
elsewhere comes to kill.
When hunger steals another
and war a thousand more.

Then we are silent then we are still.



"If you want to serve the age, betray it."


Details | Rhyme | |

Red Edges

When he came home that night He could not believe his sight The sharp and red edges That took the life The life of the person he once knew The life of the person he was used to The comfort was taken And this began his breakage He ran outside that night And he had that feeling that he might Run the streets to find a fight That might block the memory of the sight But when he found who he was looking for That person had caused him pain once more He found him with his own sight That person he knew that took the life He looked in the mirror just to see If he could see his memory The memory of what used to be He finally noticed when he said “it was me”.


Details | I do not know? | |

Apocalypse

All hope is lost in the
Pain of the
Open world,
Closing in on us
As day becomes night,
Lifting the veil of death
Your heart has craved, the
Pain that so
Seared your soul,
Ending the existence of everything.

Take the
World into you
Open hand,

Trampling the
Hasting armies of the
Other side, the
Underworld in which
Satan has reign.  Turn your
Attention to the
Nothingness of
Dreams, for in them

Time stands still,
Waiting for the chance to
End everything,
Leaving the
Vultures to
Eat away at us.

	This is the apocalypse.


Details | Free verse | |

Airport Haunting By Mirza

I met him in the airport and he told me he was a Mirza
       He had ancestors who had come from Ancient Persia.
              He was tall, dark, goodlooking and had the typical dark eyes.
And when he talked to me, you could tell, he would never tell lies.
       He was quite a conversationalist, I could tell right away.
              And seemed to be happy to be there that day.
What he told me sent goosebumps and chills up my spine.
       For he said he had been killed there one morning round nine.
              I looked at the clock which was above my head.
And of course it was nine, but I ask myself, was he really dead?
       He continued to tell me of a suicide bomber attack.
              That had happened at that airport, right there in Iraq!
He was on his way home when he felt a great blast.
       The next thing he knew, he saw his body go past.
              His spirit was hovering just above the ground where he lay.
He was looking all around wondering hey, "What the hay?"
       He finished his story and when I looked around,
              This nicelooking guy was nowhere to be found.
A trip to the library proved his tale to be true.
       He wanted to tell me so I could tell you.
              The airport he visits is now his own shrine.
And he visits every morning exactly at nine.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

FLAMES

Nobody knows my story
I don’t even know my story
I sit at the window
Gazing at the raindrops 
That wriggle their way down my sill.
I wish I had been given more grace
I wish I had seen the grace
Nobody knows what happened
I don’t even know what happened
Had I murdered her?
Had I let out her spirit?
I wish to remember
Yet I do not want to know
My story is not forgotten; it just doesn’t exist 
Or does it? Only in me?
An illusion, a mirage or a dream?
Who knows my story?
I bet nobody knows my story
I still remember her scream
Piercing through the walls of that tower
I still remember that mouth,
Too tired to utter words
It was only the tongue 
Alive enough to lick that blood
Blood that tickled
Freely from her forehead 
She had stared hard
As if to tell me what?
This story runs endless
This story is timeless
It keeps arresting my thoughts
Should I have helped?
Could I have helped?
When I was frozen?
When I was rooted to that spot?
When I could do nothing
But to stare back?
I do not know my story
I have no idea what it sounds like
It happened too fast
In one split second
Right before my eyes
It all went up in flames…


Details | Rhyme | |

INTO THE DARK

I FOUND MY WAY OUT OF THE DARK
ONLY TO BE LOST AGAIN....
I HEARD A DEMONIC DOG BARK
AND HIS HOWL LET ME KNOW HE WANTED BLOOD FOR MY SIN!

I REACHED A CROSS ROAD
AND I LOST MY SENSE OF DIRECTION...
MY HEART FELT IT WOULD EXPLODE
AND MY SPIRITUALALITY NEEDED PROTECTION....

DARKNESS CLOUDED MY LONELY SKY
AND I FELT SO UTTERLY TERRIFIED....
MY CONSCIENCE BEGIN TO DIE
AND LOOKED DOWN AS MY DAUGHTERS CRIED.....


Details | Free verse | |

Parchement

On this parchment
I am forced to write
That of which I cannot speak

On this oh so delicate paper
I am enraptured
by my under lying thoughts

On this meager piece of material
And this once sharp pencil
I try to express the deepest of emotions

On this once blank loose leaf
That I now read to it's fullest
I find that though I wrote about nothing

On this one piece of parchment
About nothing at all it seems
Is full of something you feel, not just see


Details | ABC | |

Smile... the Death will change to Birth

How long can stay the happiness?
How long can stay the sadness?

Nothing in this world can go always up
Nothing in this world can go only down.
Nothing in this world remains the same forever.

As the day changes to night,
And the night changes to day.

As the cold changes to warm,
and warm changes to cold.

As this natural law always change everything,
up to down and down to up.

So long as there is nothing without an opposite, smile... 

The Death will change to Birth !


Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved


Details | Free verse | |

No Smoking Signs

He left the house that winters night never to return
A quick stop at the convenient store to buy a pack of smokes
The town was baffled by his leave they thought all was okay
But sure enough it was his last day upon the earth

His name was Jimmy Shelton, in town so loved by all
Came from a wealthy family, they ran the local mall
He left behind a wife and kids, two cats and an ugly dog
And where he went they do not know, he left deep in the fog

Countless days and countless nights each man who lived in town
Searched the hollow and in the woods no trace of him was found
To all he seemed a happy soul, he loved his family
So why he left no one would know, just only wonder why

Many many years went by he never did return
Though difficult to accept this fate, his family did move on
But still today they all still hope for a miracle return
Each house no smoking signs displayed in memory of their one
©2009 J R Vick
11/06/2009 


Details | I do not know? | |

Emokid

Poor little emokid,why do you sigh?
Poor little emokid there's no need to cry.

So what if your life is a mess,
a tangle of hurt and distress?

Stupid emokid no one cares,
We're all to caught up in our own affairs.

Cheer up emokid even though you're dead,
Cheer up emokid I'm just a voice in your head


Details | Lyric | |

Death by Murder

In a cold dark alley where deep shadows move
And an owl, large eyes stares and woos
When the silence is broken by a primal scream
That pierces the soul and shatters your dream

Once more a silence and then a thud
Something falling into the mud
Another scream that rips through the air
A sound so searing, so raw and so bare

A silver moon gliding between the clouds
Illuminating all that the darkness shrouds
A river of crimson on pebbled walk
A flower head lying without a stalk

A deathly white hand from the mud reaches
And glazed dead eyes there so beseeches
A pain terror expression upon this face
No longer a part of the human race


Details | Couplet | |

Curled Up

Her skin white, drained
Her expression dark, pained
Eyes staring out, completely blank
Hair lifeless, dank
Her fingers curled, still
In her mouth, a cyanide pill


Details | Free verse | |

Wishing Well

(let go
of that rhythmic well- dodging
dream-filled pennies of false hopes

silence describes the endless trip
from handtowater
how oxygen tarnishes copper plate

drowning
sinking into stone surrounded confinement
to lay motionless
on the bottom

there the struggle ends
from a fall
to a swaying plummet

and then hope
abandoned
below crushing weight of desire)

Pennies only purchase passage.


Details | Ballade | |

Hidden Knives

You look, but do not see.  In your desire,
   You miss the depth of distance in my face.
My form you unabashedly admire --
   Black leather fitted tightly, free of lace.
You follow close behind me, keeping pace,
   Not knowing that your sentiments I lack --
Not knowing I would place you on the rack,
   And bring to light your silent, inner drives.
The darkness deepens; you should hurry back --
   For in my sleeves I carry hidden knives.

Weird whispers in an alleyway inspire.
   You reach with hypothetical embrace,
A madman's shadow, seeking to acquire;
   But in my hand I hold a can of mace --
For pretty words are fair and fit to chase,
   Yet words alone are empty, cold, and slack --
And so I tense, and wait for the attack.
   Through watchful solitude each soul survives,
But in my mental armor is a crack;
   So in my sleeves I carry hidden knives.

Perhaps you deal in danger -- death for hire --
   To see my spirit gone without a trace;
Or do you sense the hidden gypsy-fire
   That makes my heartbeat pulse and pound and race?
Perhaps your soul is full of peace and grace,
   An angel off the pure and beaten track.
Perhaps I am your prey -- a luscious snack --
   The hunted meat defeated, though it strives,
That you would carve to pieces for your sack --
   Perhaps you also carry hidden knives.

So close -- I hear a train's resounding clack,
   And see thick darkness looming from its stack
Like smoky words that hint at secret lives,
   And speak of something just beyond the black --
Would we be safe without these hidden knives?


Details | Elegy | |

Marie III--Is the Coffin Too Deep

So frigid was her immaculate body Her last second in screams is all I can see Love's revenge was my guilt With you I'd rather let you die with Bound hands Without you, Marie, like the psychopath's dream Death is all that I can see; All that could redeem Did anyone ask Did anyone recall The sweet taste of the poison The swift slash of the knife he penetration of the lead The pain of her decaying heart I can hear it's bellowing cries But why can't you, Marie, Hear my paranoid eulogies Is the coffin too deep? Was it so hard to solve Was it so hard to see That I strangled her so easily My nails piercing her comely skin Blood dripping like the pomegranate I crushed with the shovel I shattered her shins The knife to slight her wrists Didn't you see I did it all The only witness Couldn't say Is the coffin too deep? The pain of her decaying hear tI can hear it's bellowing cries But why can't you, Marie, Hear my paranoid eulogies Is the coffin too deep? Marie I cant stay Earth is to cruel when your coffin is to deep Forever in death and in death alone The pain of her decaying heart I can hear it's bellowing cries But why can't you, Marie, Hear my paranoid eulogies Is the coffin too deep?


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

I've dreamt of the Gate

there's no time for smiling anymore...
Death cascades along the waterway-
She smiles as she snatches time from the edge of my lips

''Time is in no way friend to you,"she says to me
My enemy,my love,my passage...where did the meaning go?
She again smiles...she seems as innocent as children floating in majestic meadows

I awake-
The morning is new

The smiling is foreign inside of my darkened heart


Details | Ballad | |

Why the dogwood tree grows

Why the dogwood tree grows.

In the middle of a vacant filed stands a grand dogwood tree where the  crows gather daily. People flock far and wide just to gaze at its majestic stature and overwhelming beauty wondering silently amongst themselves, “How this tree came to be.”

Shrouded in secrecy lays the scattered bones of a dead man. 

His hands rest against his thighs, his head turned upright as his soil filled eyes gaze upward awaiting the warm glow of the sun that sadly never comes.

The man laid to rest beneath the black dirt over time had long been forgotten, he no longer had a name, no home, or even a family of his own. Just the loving roots he had been encased in long ago.

But how this event came to be only three could say.
The women, the murder, and the forever silent dogwood tree.

The restless bones belonged to a man, a young man who had fallen in love and courted another mans betrothed. The women cared for the simple gardening man and the many trees his nimble fingers tended but her fiance was a jealous chap with rage to match.
And upon one final night after witnessing their true loves kiss the grief stricken cohort stuck the man down with his rusted pick axe and banished the gardener to his hand dug grave, placing his lifeless corpse in a vacant filed in which no one came. But what the enraged man didn’t foresee was the seed of a dogwood tree.
It fell from the deceased pocket and grew from the gardeners heart.

Year after year the tree budded magnificent flowers each possessing a hint of red staining their petals.

People marveled in its splendor gazing at the unique tree, gasping in awe and glee, but for one women its beauty agonized her for its existence was a constant reminder that no justice, nor revenge could ever be won for her simple gardening man.

And as the roots steamed onward feeling the caressing flow of a spring wind on its crimson petals the mans chest flooded with air and his dry, frail skeleton once more exuded life; 

And  as she eyed the swaying branches his memory suddenly came to life.
He was the air the tree inhaled, the nutrients it desperately needed to grow, and the reason it thrived.

Even in death he had the gardeners touch.

Her wrinkled face light up with love and for the first time in fifty years she smiled in happiness thinking to herself.

“That is why the dog wood tree grows, its out of love for my dead mans bones.”




Details | Quatrain | |

Mist and Death

Demons of old to toil and tither,
Moil of mine to wine and hemal,
Of thee comes brood and beast,
Whence a nite of tongues and chattering teeth.

Forth slips shimmers of golden rims and grims which greet,
Sips from glorious goblets enchant fabolous feast,
Jests, knaves, et alii figures beguile and bid,
'Twas de hour for not more frivolous guile and fickleness.

Out of oubliette a glim of light so lithe,
Moon of mist now found by life and gift,
For inside one's hide was sight of rimous rig,
Minions of humour bridle toward obverse Omid,

Womb of prime reveal that which is vile and uncouth,
Smile upon me thy glorious chime of pride and proof,
Mind of mine shine on what is trial and new,
Liberty of every, carry me to your shrine of truth.


Details | Free verse | |

Life or Death

Wondering Lost and alone Forgotten by all I whisper my wish Of a place where I can survive Somewhere I can escape these Spinning circle of lies Hatred spreading like fire Jumping from mind to mind; A parasitic replica of my battles That torments me even now Far beyond the grave Yet still so close to life Light Darkness The choice is my to make Life Death Wake up Stay asleep How can I choose I don’t want to wake up alone I don’t want to die alone Somewhere I know There is someone Who could help… But they don’t No one does And I choose the least painful Where no one will have to miss me No one will cry No one Will know, I am dead…


Details | Rhyme | |

Tale Of Lovers True

How did it start he didn’t know
But what this was won’t let him go 
He prays for death so this will end
What was the wound which he must sew

He just had coffee with a friend
A quaint old shop just down the bend
They shared a cup of troubled brew
So troubled heart could freely rend

He heard a tale of lovers true
A tale which sadly now is through
Friend’s wife was having an affair
A fact that he already knew

What his poor friend was unaware
Was he who held her favored stare
Seeing friend’s pain brought thoughts profound
And as friend left he just sat there

Then from outside came awful sound
A screeching car had target found
He dropped regrets to rush outside
And found his friend there on the ground

And there amid the blood’s red tide
He fell to deed with anguish cried
And there began the endless flow
As one man lived another died


Details | Rhyme | |

Mayan Calendar

That calendar – Mayan
Is scary, no liein’
Let’s look at the details a spell
There’s a gator that smilin’
And a dog that’s just stylin’
And a lot of cool pictures as well

When really seen within the light
All the heads are turning right
Except for that cool stylin’ dog
There are circles and spheres
That must represent years
But their meaning’s no clearer than fog

Who really can say
What’s a year – what’s a day
That culture’s been dead for so long
This just might be – good Lord
Their monopoly board
And we modern folks got it all wrong

Well I’m not going to worry
The meaning’s too blurry
I’d take it with a grain of salt
If the world should end
When the Mayan’s say, friend
Then this calendar must be gestalt

Mdailey	1/6/12


Details | Free verse | |

Reality's Demise -Falling-

I unsteadily 
Drift away on an air balloon 
Vibrantly glancing at the crowd below the surface,
Sharing my utter enthrallment 

I unbelievably  
Cascade into the stomach of the churning ocean
Ceaselessly infusing my bleakness at the crowd above,
I disclose my utter frightfulness 

I inescapably 
Collapse into the bottomless paradise 
Intensively eying the crowd before me,
I conceal my devastation 

I face 
A confrontation between life and demise
I trace 
A pathway that unsteadily drifts back to reality

I glimpse at an air balloon released in the swaying wind
And I hope urgently to drift back into ecstasy,
But it’s above the surface…reaching for the universe 
And I hope appallingly for another tranquil lifetime 


Details | Quatrain | |

Popular Anonymity

               Popular Anonymity      

A Lingering crowd doubts you have the courage
You are hung out to dry with insults from strangers
Imploring you to jump
Apoplexy, apathy, and will to live design you

Standing on the building edge
Perhaps the comforts of home will help
When you slip and grab a brick
With nervous fingers

Butter is sent up, applied by unknown loved ones 
Giving permission from on high for you to drop
Hopes die.  Friends talk to you in slow motion
Mother promises to bake a cake if you survive

Police pretend to know you on the sharp edge of your demise 
For your enjoyment… Their pleasure...The crowd applauds
You’ve become the center of the nightly news and nothingness
What a surprise! Centered and served up as a sound bite (Did you catch the name?)
 


Details | Blank verse | |

A Black Rose Sprouted

"Come, kindest steel
That speaks blood- songs
In cathedrals of the stars-
As nigh unto the Infinite
Swift Honour takes my soul...

Judge not my years too 
Small a vessel
Worlds to full contain-
Love's tender iron long swaddled me
With Pain my suckling nurse...

So poised be now,
Salvific blade,
There 'pon this beating portal-
Enrobed, enthroned, majestic then,
Within my bursting heart!"

With rallied spirit 
The thrust's begun!
But, Lo! Now's stayed the hand-
As shimmers Night into spectral form
Of strange dark ornament...

Then in tongue that's known the grave,
A whispered "Beloved, no..."
As fleeting then is gone the shape
And a single Black Rose sprouted
Where it had stood...
Where it had stood. 








Details | ABC | |

Fire

A fire in my heart
Blazes brightly- for the entire world to see
Caressing the wind
Dancing on the wood
Effortlessly glowing
Feverishly hot


Details | Rhyme | |

Love Avenging

My stupidity echoes
my soul raped
Death I've long ago
escaped.

I linger in loneliness
it surrounds me
Darkness above
embarking storms flee

Yet I still linger
here raging my anger
Leaping and lapping
at lives dangers.

It's calling me 
from winds afar
It beckons me
from listless lost star.

I surrender 
unto my lost revenge
Yet loves arrows
deny me even to avenge

Linda Terrell
November 2009


Details | Sonnet | |

A cold love of a dark lover

burning dimly like a fading candle light
wrapping the hearts of lovers in the dark
surrounding them in total night
that's baron and cold and stark 
none can give merciless nightmares
none except the cold, dank dark
slaying the lovers heart like a blade; 
smeared in Black death 
for no lovers love is left un-dismayed
a cold wind submerges the broken 
heart in a quilt of cold,
and wraps its new love in a 
light so golden and warm,
being slayed by the very death 
that lured it to it's clutches; 
smearing the new blood, 
making the dying one ask, 
"What is this love? i do not know it, what is it?"
not all love is together, 
a lover's love is broken, 
so many pieces, so much pain on both sides.....
one may think that the heartbreaker will 
see his own blood thirsty lie, 
for it kills him as well. 
it leaves him in a dark and lonely hell. 


Details | Verse | |

Crimson Lady

The night released a fearful sigh,
All hope did not endure.
Beneath a full moon crimson,
Laid her body broken and torn.

“This is death,” she whispered.
Ripped from her lips a scream.
So warm was her blood that covered,
The newly fallen leaves.

In a sacred graveyard , she's forgotten,
This crimson lady scorned.
Hidden beneath a veil of shadows, 
Her heart  it beats no more.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Spider's Web

Fly freely
Completely carefree
Not noticing the invisible strand
Connecting to something pre-planned

Keep flying
Something tells you to fly away
The path ahead is so inviting
Ignore and fall prey

Eventually take notice
Of the beautiful design
The dream is right in reach
Too close to resign

Something jerks to reality
The plan becomes clear
See the monstrosity
And fall prey to fear

Life now in the hands
Of something called fate
It's already too late


Details | Free verse | |

Hate, Death, and Destruction vs. Creativity

Never would I have believed,
Such things could be true,
That people would conceive such evil,
In their unGodly desire to hurt you...

Your crime?: existence
You have no right-
Just ask a holocaust survivor
of their Nazi plight...

Ask the dead in lower Manhattan,
Slain for a version of God,
In Arabic, not Hebrew or Latin
Or innocent blacks hanging from a tree
The Klu Klux Klan's reaped crop, for all to see...

I sometimes wonder if I want..
to be part of this world...
And just when I think I'm sure,
That this is not where I want to be,
Some sweet, innocent soul comes along,
to much befuddle me,...

I've lately found a treasure trove,
of just such wonderful people,
Who's very existence stopped me
from "flying the coop"...
'Cause these are my wonderful
poet-friends,
From good old PoetrySoup.


Details | Narrative | |

There is Life Beyond Death's Door Part II

missing dog, Blackie. Besides the sound of our voices, the hymns playing softly in the 
background, the noise made by the porcelain plates as Mama wiped and put them 
away, the humming of the refrigerator’s motor, the house was quiet.  No body knew 
what had happened to Blackie.  We were really concerned about the whereabouts 
of the dog, even though Papa had assured us that he would return at some point.  
Since the funeral, he had vanished.  Even the old man who lived across the street 
from us and who loved Blackie, had not seen him, nor had any of the other 
neighbors. We had searched in all the usual places.  He had never run away from 
home before.  As far as I remember, Blackie never did come back home.

As Papa sat in his usual chair, quietly playing with the food on his plate, the kitchen 
door opened, and in walked Thomas, Brian’s best friend. They were the same age, 
and were very close even though they did not attend the same school, or the same 
church. The two had become friends since they met at a Junior Boys Scouts meeting 
at the age of seven. Thomas lived some distance away but they maintained a 
special friendship.  Out of school, wherever Brian was, so Thomas would be. They’d 
both turned fourteen last September. Throughout those years they still were active 
members of the Boys Scout, and had risen together in rank. Thomas had been away 
on the recent Scouting trip. They had traveled to a neighboring country for a Scouts’ 
Jamboree. Brian should have gone too but something to do with school exams came 
up so he couldn’t go.  Thomas had just returned from the Jamboree that Saturday 
afternoon, the second week after Brian’s burial. Lena, Reggie and I got out of 
our chairs and ran to greet him. It was like welcoming him and Brian home as the 
two were always together. He picked Lena up as he greeted our parents.  Mama 
standing at the sink, turned around, took one look at him and walked briskly, almost 
running out of the kitchen, with my other sister in tow.

Papa greeted Thomas, his voice almost inaudible.  Thomas looked puzzled. I guess 
he thought he had walked in during a family argument. He was about to turn back 
and walk out because he felt a little intrusive, I guess.  It was extremely quiet in the 
room; very unusual when everyone was in Mama’s kitchen at the same time.  And 
Mama, walking


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My Door

I have been stuck in this room for what seems like an eternity. I could of sworn the door I took to get here was right there but it's gone now. It was just like any other door I have taken in my life. But the door has vanished leaving me in this room which also has never happened before. This room is completely devoid of all color and sound even time seems to have no affect here. There is however a door in front of me. This door was like all the others except for two lines of bold writing that read "Christopher Michael Waters" and under that "June 22 1986" For some reason the door made me nervous but no matter how long or hard I looked I could not find another way out and I could not just sit here forever. So I walked up to the door and when I got within reach my stomach turned but I tried to ignore it and reached out to open to open it. When I had the knob in my hand the hairs on the back of my neck stood up and gave me goosebumps up and down my arm something was not right about this door and every instinct I had told me to run. But I had no other choice this was the only way out I had already tried everything else I could think of. Slowly I started to open the door and inside my head I heard screamed "No Run Run From this place. Do not open that door!" I instantly lost my nerve but it was to late the door swung open. Within there was neither light or darkness just nothingness. I just had a second to see this and no time to ponder what it meant because once the door was open I was gone and nothingness was left behind.


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Imagination Runs Wild

Sitting here,
Unable to stop thinking,
I look down at my wrists.
I can see the razor blade, 
Glinting in the candle light.
I put the sharp tool of pain,
Into the red hot flickering flame,
And watch anger like it's edge.
Hypnotized by the sight.
The heat burns my fingers,
And know now is the time,
The heat seems to flow past my skin,
And penetrate straight into my heart.
The smell of burning flesh,
Almost soothing.
The blade begins to cool, 
I slowly pull it away.
I look down,
Only to see,
It was all just my imagination. 
How unfortunate


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My Angel's Suicide

The light was too bright,
So he hid from the sun, 
In his dark palace.
He held the gun,
Closed his eyes,
And held his breath.
Gripping the gun,
Waiting for death.
He placed his fingers
In perfect position.
The gun well loaded
With ammunition,
Raising the gun
Up to his head.
He ran from life.
Choosing death instead,
And pulled that trigger.
And fired that shot.
Dropping the gun, 
The barrel still hot,
And in that split second,
Before he died,
I swear I saw it,
My angel cried....


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One Night In

Oh bring forth this careful madness!
This night has brought no room for sleep.
Have you anything to confess?
The breaking mind falls in too deep.
Will your soul be yours to keep?
Existing amidst this crumbling right.
This dark, this soul, this endless night.


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It's Not My Time To Die

You don't see...what lies await for us
The darkest of night has awakened...
Opening its tattered claws
To see who will fall next...venture as you can
In the darkest of night

Dear friend, it's not my time to die
I'm sure of it...I've been driven insane with it
I'm sure
That we'll survive...we'll endure

It's not our time to depart

We'll survive to see the new day 
So push those suicidal thoughts...those depressing thoughts
The darkest hour has put a strain on us

We won't lay in endless ruins
That vermin...I blame those fools
I'm dead inside...
Having no time to feel the love abide
In this fatality...becoming a reality

Dear friends,
I can here your screams
I can see your horrifying dreams

It was all my fault
I'm the one who you should assault
I keep feeling hungry...I can't help it anymore more
I vow it...
I vow it's not our time to die


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An Ode to Birth and Death

Darkness ended, Winter released her icy grip; budding crystals soon began to drip.

The Earth then tendered, its surface filled with life; Spring now wed to Summer, the
radiant rays piercing the frozen skies.

But Beauty gives way to Destruction and forests turn to tinder.

Here lies the crossroads, an Ode to Birth and Death.

A flower that slowly bloomed left stranded now in late Spring, scorched by Summer’s rays,
but oh its beauty still remains.

It lives on desolate ground. A mind unfolded, it's heart retouched.

And at last outlasted a depression that once did rule. And you the fair Demise, how will
you compromise? When we together win the prize.

Flailing futilely in a sea of lies; the Fountain of Youth was found, its waters tainted.

Perhaps it’s best not to toy with Life and Death.

The Seasons unwillingly shifting, the Sun now in full bloom, and the flower starts to wilt;

Beautiful, as death begins to set, while Summer touched the Earth.

Petals fall away like tear drops on the skin, and light penetrates in a wonderful array.

Ever growing heat, now begins to drain them of life, while petals turned to dust, carried
away in gusts.

Together fertilized, yet unaware, it only dares to bring about despair.

Death gives back again to Life; an early end to a late start.

A new beginning comes from dust and decay, as the Summer sun now fades away.

The burning skies teaming with gray.

Death takes a new form; white, blinding, crushing and consuming.

Oh but gorgeous it remains, In time, life grows again,

Coming from the wastes of a flower that late bloomed.Yet life anew begins too soon.

In Winter’s last grasp, her touch did drain, when frozen ashes did remain;

Here is life’s penultimate breath, the greatest Ode to Birth and Death.


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The Unknown Poet n' the Lover with an Immortal Heart (Part3)

Yet my soul senses the passion n’ desire of your heart was composed in the language of love 
unto lust that I could never poetically impart, still I know the flame burns with pleasure n’ 
pain for all who find it outside their immortal heart…
I sense the reflected fire of your eyes n’ I wish not to recall the unspoken secrets of your 
poetry n’ the names lingering here, romancing the waves caressing rocks n’ the chant of 
consumable miseries of mortal hearts to rupture into suicide …

I know how your fingertips awakened her virginity when she was your lover in leisure to the 
music of your acclivitous words hypnotising her virtuous seventh heaven of sexual overtures 
n’ into the depths of clitorious pleasure…
She was one of many who summoned the angels of ecstasy by the priestess of your tongue 
that preferred all inamoratas to be kept at distance for their purpose of use was to be your 
poetic muse but she was (heavy sigh) your destiny…

When you dared to indite your desires of others with an empty quill upon her naked flesh 
remembering still their scent n’ taste, she flared with jealous rage n’ you were vainglorious 
for your lovemaking was illustrious as you celebrated far n’ wide…
In her aroused escapade you wished you had braced yourself for her pain as she summoned 
the green demons with covetous wings within her mind, for she would have laid down her life 
for you, though you did not understand this treasure was a love that was true…

For she longed to be your only lover though your fingers of rhyme teased a tongue to 
rhythmically confess your request to crucify her heart in unrequited love n’ her thighs in a 
symphony of continuous casual pleasure…
You declined true love for the endless line of carnal lust with debutantes, bridesmaids n’ 
dames for perfect in everyway to be with you she must, like your poetry symmetrical n’ 
consummate, a figure of flawless beauty n’ face..

To compose in repose your words in kisses upon a page of thy lover’s lips, the idealised 
immaculate perfect place, her face was scared by a trace yet her beauty of heart within was 
a gift given by the goddess’s grace…
She had a long thin line down the side of her face though I know this flaw to be upon your 
soul, it never left your body n’ mind as they turned to dust, where perfection once prevailed 
yet overbalanced without grace for your heart was forged of carnal lust


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Dead Winter

They wanna say that I feel dead inside;
I’m no more dead than that tree in the yard.
The one with no color, no sense of direction
The one left abandoned, the one by the road.
The one that kept growing, though nobody liked it –
The one that kept living, through all of the torture.
As weird as it sounds, I kind of admire it, that tree.
Every year, it falls down.
Nature kicks it, beats it, leaves it left for dead.
Every year its covered by the ashes of the past year,
And like the phoenix, rises every year for another beating.

I know I said I was like the tree, but I’m not.
That tree is strong, noble even.
Standing tall in the realm of undead, it’s a symbol,
A beacon that there is something beyond the darkness,
Beyond the barren, beyond the white…


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Last Duel

Standing in the desert
Golden volcano‘s fiery lavas
Drops of sweat 
Gasping, shaking, I wait
There he stands
Firm and fierce
With eyes glaring
His shadow devours mine
Moments later only one
Will stand
Alone
On this lonely land
Desperate moment of doom 
Crawling near
To chain the life 
To a black hole
Nothing to do
But to wait and see
Who pulls the trigger first


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Stand Silently and Listen

If you stand
silently and listen
you can hear them 
still today.
Sounds carried
across time and space
of wars fought long ago
and yesterday.
Battles won and lost
by men and woman
born with a fire
in their hearts.
They walk this land today
unseen by anyone 
fighting forever
battles we can't see.
If you stand 
silently and listen
you can hear them 
still today.


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There is Life Beyond Death's Door Part III

away like she did, made him ask what was going on. That yielded no response. The 
silence hung heavily in the kitchen. Finally, he asked, “Is Brian in his room?”  He 
looked at my oldest sister, Winnie who sat next to Papa. She didn’t respond. 
Instead, she looked up at him with tears in her eyes.  Thomas was as tall as Brian.  
At 14years old, they were 6’ tall. Winnie bowed her head to hide her tears.  She 
looked down at her plate before her. Thomas turned halfway around and was about 
to head towards the door leading towards Brian’s room, when Papa let out a deep, 
long sigh and motioned to Thomas to come sit next to him. Winnie got up to give 
Thomas her chair and Papa, with his voice low and cracked, told Thomas that his 
best friend had passed away. The humming of the fridge seemed much louder 
then.   Looking back now, seeing Thomas’s face, I knew he wanted to laugh but he 
stopped just short of that, and his countenance changed in an instant! A painful 
grimace appeared on his face.  His voice became shaky as he tried to mumble 
something.  He looked at each of us as if checking each face to see if someone 
would soon break into laughter, at this absurd joke. After a while, he took a deep 
breath, convinced now, that he was reading everyone’s face correctly. Brian’s Dad 
wouldn’t joke about something like this. He thought to himself. Then all the reactions 
he had seen as he entered the kitchen, finally registered, confirming that this was 
not a joke.  He nearly fell out of the chair, as it toppled over to the floor.  He began 
retreating slowly towards the kitchen door; his whole body still visibly shaking, he 
said loudly, shaking his head in disagreement, that it wasn’t possible.  “It is just not 
possible!” He shouted. Yet, there was no response.  Winnie was sobbing, tears 
rolling down her face.  He then asked if Brian had run away or something. Still the 
room was as quiet as a tomb. Not a sound from anyone, only the constant humming 
and the hymns being played on the local Christian radio station softly wafted across 
the room. He then blurted out, “Because,” he


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Moon Effects

Before thru after
Deaths by three always follow
Crazy antics from the sick
These terribly true
Proven by natural ways
One act of full moons displays.


Full moons way depletes.
Taking human energy,
Whacking hormonal balance,
Both female and male,
Both differently but same
Each one resides in the game.


Full moon affects plants.
Without it, would not have chance.
To sprout, live another day,
Mother Nature’s plan,
Gods full natural design.
Beautiful cycles complete.

Date Written
10-13-2011

written for
Sponsor Russell Sivey 
Contest Name What Happens During A Full Moon? 

written by
Cecil Hickman


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Rebirth

Leaves slide across
an eternity of time,
memories parted into petals
one by one
curl, crumble
and blow away as so much dust on the wind.
Here in this ivy-chained shelter 
I would close my eyes
and drape myself in a cloak of 
a burning intensity of colour;
A suttee-made of 
smouldering flowers
and sunset beauties.
Many hands have nurtured and tended to
this burning ember on the skyline
watched as it bloomed from bud, grew to unbearable blaze
and perished in Phoenix glory.
Few are the hands that have gathered its ashes
to dreamwalk again,
forming another seed 
another circle, another orb, another sphere of life.
A new lotus grows, unfolding to the promise of light
as I bask
 in the eternal devotion 
of a gardener to his garden


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DANTE'S VISION

Dante, don't speak to me of Purgatory and Hell,
I've climbed that steep mountain and doing well...
rather, talk of Beatrice and her stunning beauty,
and to her dedicate new verses of fine poetry.



Dante, you were very spiritual reaching Heaven without wings,
constantly seeking punishment for the actions of horrible things...
I'll meet Shakespeare as you met Virgil directing me through the eerie woods,
and he'll warn me not to fret upon smelling the stench of flesh and livid words. 



Dante, you're walking with your beautiful, young lover and she's very happy and loved,
then she must have spared the long suffering imposed on sinning souls never praised...
your vision was accurate not barring fear or mentioning the names of thieves and liars;
be glad that your Comedy is universally read: its not anymore the privilege of friars.


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A rested Relic

Where are you hiding?
My sweet ageless malice
 Seasonal in your incarnating
From deep within mothers chalice

You who came drinking dry
Mamas love, patience and hope
Keeping long vigils sighing into dark sky
At dawns cock crow our joy elopes

You bore the tale of myriad scars
Our offering of ash, yams, oil and goats
Charm not your feet from following the stars
Upon tear drenched mound you merrily gloat

Were you bond to severe family bonds
Making mockery of old sacred libations
Early morn your broken amulets are found
Another wail greets the day in sad repetition

Suddenly we are aroused by silence
Our sleepy eyes have seen your last
Our labored prayers and tears in your absence
Holds you fast in the quicksand’s of our past

Rest our newborn child, Obiaraije rest
Sleep our bundle of joy and hope at its best


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walking in the woods

As I walk through the woods on a super creepy trail,
I stop and listen to a woman so frail,
As she tells me a story, I tell her one back,
And I turn to see three boys,
Eyes so black,
They wait and they listen for the story's end,
As I look in wonder to their old woman friend,
I can't help but show the fear in my eyes,
As she tells me the story of how each boy dies,
The three little boys,
Skip hand in hand,
The shoes on their feet sink deep in the sand,
Follow me deeper,
Follow me down,
Down to the beach,
Where the first boy will drown,
He seems so fearless,
So unafraid,
Bringing his brothers on such a day,
Where his life would go wrong,
And end with his unknown play.
The two little boys,
Left all alone,
By their older brother,
This cruel world to roam,
Aimlessly wander,
Into fates brutal trap,
Where the second brother will never come back,
He climbs in the trees,
Which bend and sway,
Calling his brother to come now and play,
He steps out so careless,
On one lonely branch,
And misplaces his foot as if in a trance,
As if the wind calls him to join in its dance,
He sails through the air,
Like a bird in play,
As his life has ended on this sunny day,
The third boy runs now so fast,
Miss places his foot and falls down a crevasse,
The slope so slippery and yet so vast,
The third life has ended at last.





its been awhile...once again here is my soul in poetic form. let me know what you
think...if your still there. and yes, spelling issues.


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Visitors

How can a house be cold in summer's love
Yet gardens grow and puddles disappear
Inside the walls of frost which I speak of
I live unconscious of the month and year

As nature speaks in tongues unclear to hear
Infected with no memory of time
My memory the victim or the crime

Moreso, methinks my real estate is haunted
Seemingly not a rodent coy and stranded
Can raise a dish and break it when confronted
Oh Lord, I cry to thee as if abandoned

Weak of fatigue, or fear and heavy handed
Be it wizardry woeful through conception
Or be thine eyes figments of false perception

Cabinets close and open quite sporadic
And tablecloths remove themselves completely
Unwearied are the footsteps in the attic
If thou art dither, dost dither discreetly

Thine wish would be for thou to dry concretely
If death adores the soul to be at peace
Why hast thou abandoned thy coffin's lease?

Whispers attract my force untoward a prism
And memories forgotten fast awaken
Now voices blare a tune of exorcism
Myself the ghost, causing thy to be shaken

Oh Lord, I cry to thee a soul forsaken
Forgive me for my soul, non-fiction juror
As I'm the ghastly figure in the mirror


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Legendary Beast

Ferocious is the
Man who fears not
Frightened by none
Only fearing the death, that
Of his only son
Legendary he is
Only known by the kin
Yet he has been
On paper by the pen
Known only by
That of his name
A beast of a man
Who has never been tamed
Only for his family
Has he ever held love
His wife by his side
As if a turtle dove
This living legend
Holding the demons at bay
This mythical man
Is forever here to stay


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Beginning the End of Impossible

In the beginning of impossible
Came the end of the beginning
And the beginning of the end
Till the end of the impossible
Brought the impossible beginning
And the beginning without end


Details | I do not know? | |

Monster

                                   Monster

The monster crept Into my house, quite late on Friday night
I wrestled and I struggled and I put up quite a fight
The onslaught was ferocious, when I thought I had him beat
He came back with such power that, he knocked me off my feet
We rolled around the floor for what appeared to be an age
Then looking in the monsters eyes, I saw his inner rage
I knew that he would never stop, but fight until the death
He smiled his sickly smile and hit me with his cocoa  breath
His ferocity relentless, my body soon turned numb
Resistance now was futile, and I knew I’d soon succumb
The battle lost, I opened up a bar of chocolate bliss
The chocolate monster blessed me with a chocolaty kiss
So if you get a visit from a creature such as him
He isn’t such  a monster don’t resist him, just give in.


© John W Fenn  28-05-2009


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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


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Why the People Died

          Who understood them-
The waves- clinging to their feet.
                    Nature's fatal force.


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conversation with my weakness

Can you hear me?
Can you taste me?
I know you yearn 
just for the smell 
of me.

Don't fight just pick 
me up, tilt me 
over so you can 
fill up.

Don't stop, what for? 
With me theres always 
room for more and more.

Regardless of what you
think I'm everywhere, I 
sense your weakness through 
your digestive stare.

It starts with the 
thought of me now 
your begining to consume, 
and I enjoy as 
your pain starts to resume

No one can stop 
me regardless of what 
you thought, I'm the 
beast that destroys and 
brings down your fort.

It's funny cause you 
know my secret yet 
you act like you 
don't, from me to 
you I can't care 
and I surely won't.

Others probaly wonder who 
am I? I was the 
one casted down from 
the sky in the form 
of a bottle I 
simply destroy lives.

It's so wonderful that 
you already know this, 
yet the choice you 
make is to give me a kiss.

The love for me 
is so strong, you 
try to turn away 
but seriously for how long.

I wish I can 
say with me you'll 
win, nope. No life, 
no love, just me 
and sin.......
My conversation with hennesse 
and gin...


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Just Doing Time

I have faced death many times
How I escaped its grasp
Simply,  can't be defined
Someday, I know, it'll be my time
But until then, this fragile this life is mine

I know the clock is ticking
It will,  'till I take my last gasp
But for now, I'll just keep on kicking
And take my licking,
While death keeps pricking

Oh Shadow, I see it in your eyes
You want it to be a big surprise
The day you hold me in your clasp
I will see right through your guise 
And find the truth, that hides behind the lies



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Chapter 27

Dear Ma I don't mean to write a letter and flee,
but it seems I got the Devil in me.
This average Joe tested my manhood and now
I have to teach him a lesson,
bullet wounds to his chest will leave him breathless
"I'll be out in a second."
Slipped on my jeans, tank top, t-shirt and jacket,
and my Nike's, gray gloc, I'm nervous but fact is.
When I see him won't stop from merkin' this bastard,
Send him to Jenah all shot curdled up in casket.
Before I leave I hit the kitchen
for breakfast I'm hungry,
a couple candy bars, drinks, some
wheat breat and turkey.
Some pocket money I hit the door in a hurry
I left a letter on the kitchen table when mom reads it
"Lord Have Mercy!"
I had the stash in my pack jumped in the Lac put my pack
in the back gave Chief dap put the,
match to my black relaxed and chatted casually,
"Chief I think he hussles right up the block, him we gonna have to see."
The Reaper he gonna have to meet,
this son of a b---h caught me in an alley
put a gat to me and took my cash from me.
Swung his fist and tap my cheek see I ain't have to bleed
I hope he with his boys I'll rat a tat his peeps "they all no match for me."
I think the Devil's after me, please calm down
laugh and breath
don't get overheated cause he can blast at you.
"Chief I see him on 22nd, right their with the all white Sean John
and my diamond cut necklace!"

-----------in the middle of the story, I shoot the person and his girlfriend not
knowing who his girlfriend is, and here comes the twist in this poetic story----------

This can't be happening to me, that's what you'd hear
if my eyes talked
I shot my COUSIN down on the sidewalk.
I didn't know that she was cool with this figure,
if I wouldn't have known that I wouldn't have fooled with the trigger.
I placed my cousin's neck in my palm
carressing her arm,
I looked to the left and surely there was her mom.
I'm sorry, I really am......
Devil says, "It doesn't matter cause for life now you're eternally damned
now give me your hand."

Fin


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Shadow

Walking with me, it moves along,
Contorting with me, to me it belong.
It’s tied to me as a chain,
I know it’s with me, it would never wane.

There lies poise between it and me,
Grasping me, never allows to flee.
Together we go, without any tiff,
Casting my image, it stays stiff.

It survives in bright, perishes when it’s dark,
It does exist on a spark.
Following always, it never goes astray,
Stuck with me, can’t think of betray, it always stay.

Gives me sense to be stronger, as I walk,
I halt on the way, admire it, if it could talk.
God knows, why it is made so conventional,
Unceasingly it swings parallel.

At a certain time, everything departs, saying farewell,
Except for my shadow, the one will always dwell.
It certainly is the symbol of faith and duty,
It is the only companion, who has eternity.

A dark image staying in me,
Forever as one could see.
As long as I will be,
I desire to see, no ‘you’ and ‘me’, but a ‘we’.


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the masteries dream

“The masteries dream”
Every night i seem to have the,
The seem masteries dream.
It begins with snow and ends with rain,
And has sun in between.
I start in the snow by a house,
So big and grand.
It’s look like i have been crying,
But i still don’t under stand.
I see a guy in the distance,
And the snow begins to stop.
I begin to smile,
 As I can see a guy smiling back at me.
I can see his face but not for long,
As it begins to fade.
It doesn't matter what happens in this,
House but every thing seem to drain. 
But than the sun begins to shine,
As a new day has arrived.
But the house has gone,
And so have i,
And there are mourners by a my grave.
Aah then i wake up of fear,
To check if i am alive,
Before going back to sleep,
 to see the terrible dream inside.
As the weather has change again,
As now it begins to rain.
All i could see was a little girl,
swing on a chair with a cat between her feet.
Singing a song of loving treats, 
And about her mother never,
Giving up in defeat.
So that was my masteries dream,
As it always seems to fad at the end.
If it’s ever comes true, You will be the first to now, 
As i never give up in defeat.


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Drink When Thirsty

Within a vast sea 
under a calm and distant sky
is a secret solace known to few.
This is a place of peace, 
silence, and tranquility.
Here dwells knowledge in the purity of living, 
simply breathing life into a glorious texture of emotional bliss. 

High on the oldest tree are the words Drink when thirsty.
Masked phantoms move past, 
with a ceaseless breeze against their backs. 
They speak in riddles with jigsaw mouths, 
in mirror eyes they watch themselves.
Evening falls again. 
Day has closed her eye to another freckled veil of starlit hue.
A memory, now lightly nudging my shoulder,.. 
I see again their dances,.. around autumn fires,.. 
when the forest floor smelled of dry leaves, 
and the moon spilt shadows though naked trees.
Moistened now I drink life's sorrow, 
I tastes life's joy, 
and death awaits with menacing indifference.


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Carpe Noctem

They confine us to the dark,
So we will seize the night.
Shadows full and beautiful,
Full moon and pale starlight.

Closing eyes with parting lips,
And drawing final breath.
Drawing blood and lines of love,
Awoken in this death.

Pleasure, drowning, lost in you,
My skin lays bitten, bare.
The sweetest suffocation,
I’m loving, lacking air.

The moon has left me Lycan,
And you're allowed to bite.
They confine us to the dark,
So we will seize the night.


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Crumbs of Deception

...A poem dedicated to a character named Koreen Mae Garson (a lady, not a man)... 

Your love smokes me like a worn-out cigarette Your love blemishes me with bite marks You brush aside the crumbs…now I’m stomped on all over again Your hugs are constricting like a serpent Your hugs loses its passion…my fury vigorously sparks You abandon me cold-bloodedly, now I choke in harsh punishment Your treachery strangles me…you don't consider my screams of importance You snatch away my humility and leave me with the crumbs of shame Your arrogance plants a grave in me…you don't notice that I desire your radiance You ditch me with senseless remarks and you make me feel game You ruin my modesty You stole away my heart’s virtue You bruise my sustaining dynasty You complete me with rue Your conceitedness intoxicates me… Your arrogance underwhelm thee… You unscramble my remains and insert me with the liquid of corruption Your self-confidence leads me to never-ending fate…you disregard my joy You handle me with maltreatment/enchantment and smudge me with your provoking expression You crushed me with your cunning plans, now you made me hunt after my prized boy Your hatred penetrates me with lush, crooked trace You swap me onto the floor, now I’m smashed into smithereens Your smiles lose its splendor...your enlightenment gains disgrace You disown me carelessly…now I spilled your moldering beans You’re imprisoned by the chains of infuriating heat, Feeding off the crumbs of deception


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#20

Cut the depression.
Feeling happy at this time.
Not liking it. Weird.


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AT A CROSSROAD

Having all lost faith,
Fostered by enriched poverty,
Solving all to be sovereign lord of fame,
At a crossroad there within,
Owing to limits crossed, the boundaries,
No going back,
Just for a simple task,
A pale of blood,
Cowardice has won greater respect.
Just to re-arose hidden ego. 
A cruel Manson on high horses.

Times run faster as lifeless leaves,
The terror of hell to behold,
But the cross, seems better to besiege,
The sanctuary a cool hideout, 
Searching for the Almighty to hid by His Armpit,
The war of the elite, just for a soul to win,
Feud of angers, the chariot of hell gone loss, 
In closes Heaven’s there within lies vengeance,  
But pains inflicted by traitors never heal.
And heaven lied deaf, for blood is a sacrificial sacrilege.


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Jesus Could Have Called 10,000 Angels


Jesus Could Have Called 10,000 Angels…

On a cross… Jesus suffered for you and me.
He could have called 10,000 
angels to set him free.

Nailed to this cross, he went
 through so much pain.
He knew his purpose and the 
reason why he came.

Being there for all of mankind 
was his choice.
Weakened and alone… 
 One could hear his voice;

“Father forgive them.” 
 “They don’t know what they’re doing!”
As the crowd listened… 
 Many began believing.

“My God why have you forsaken me?” 
 With one last breath…
And then...  And very quickly… 
 There was death!

For all of the pain and suffering
 he was to endure
Was so that a plan of salvation
 is now secure.

This same Jesus, who was to rise again.
Is forever to be our atonement for sin!

Seated at the right hand
 of God the father... In heaven above..
He awaits there for us all with
 an abundance of  love!

Won’t you accept his gift 
of life that he’s giving?
And allow him to forever change
 the way you’re living!

By Jim Pemberton


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Psychedelic Nightmare

Brush with death
and still self-same
but that stupor cycle...
could not be tamed.

I've never known such wild pursuits,
where the deck was deep
and I lost in depth,
struggled to dry land
and almost drowned in death

and no other animal knows such wild pursuits
as that day on the deck
where I lost my brain.


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Shadow World

          Shadow World 

Wondering off the world are shadows
Trees tried to stay behind
To settle with the sun of red, to make it right and just
Beyond its light
Something wrong had happened to its core
The star focused on objects in reflection
Had nothing left to give to life but death
Objected to moving things in general
With indifference there
Exploded with anticipation of the night
Could not contain dark places looking for escape
Colors could hardly stick to trees
Stationary in their place as was their nature
Seemingly anesthetized to numbness by the sudden blast
Anathematized or cursed  
Trees were the last to stand
They held themselves in dirt
And could not reason with the star
Executed on the spot along with every form of life
For failure to do their job
No one or thing had a say in this grave matter 
All things destroyed in one quick flash of light
To become a splinter in the eye of sun as it went nova 
And when the planet settled into total darkness
To become an empty orb
When the sun lost power
To become the dark
Sunk in on itself and vanished
No one said a prayer
For no one was there to care
Or left alive in Shadow world
A burnt out cinder


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The Fallen Trial

Chained angel is brought forward
To face his dark charges
Jury of angels in the Divine court
Has forbidden him to have an advocate
He is satisfied for he feels he can defend himself
What a pity!
Order! Order!
Here the Judge Cometh!
Rise! What’s that look on the Fallen’s face?
Is it mockery or grief?
Is it regret or joy?
But who cares?!
Let’s go to business!
-You are the Fallen. Is that not so?
- I am the Fallen but I was made to fall
- You are the Traitor. Is that not so?
- I am the Traitor. But I was created to betray
- You are the Disobedient Angel. Is that not so?
- I am. But I disobeyed what I considered as evil
Till soil was raised, fire belittled
- You are condemned for Eternity to stay in Hell

Objection Sir!
Overruled!
Objection Sir!
Overruled!
Objection Sir!
Overruled!

Is it much to ask for few last words?
(….pause…)
You can proceed!

Behold what thou have created out of dust!
What calamities it has brought upon itself
And the other creations. Thou Almighty
He has polluted the air, cut the trees, burnt forests,
Massacred the animals, hunted the birds
Showed no grief when murdering his own kind
Millions and millions are killed, wounded, maimed
Is he innocent? Did I make him like that?
Did I deceive him to set fire on Indian Tents?
Did I lure him to build bombs? 
Did I make him like that?
I am evil
I am condemned for I made a choice
Not to kneel in obedience to dust
But what will come out of man?

The Court adjourns… 


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THE STRANGER MAN

]=           THE STRANGER MAN  (1)

Once a foetus when I began the venture
And sloughed from the cove of the womb
Now closer the monstrous possessions 
I built of life on the foundation of a tomb;
Thus, wherein no dust, no flesh beside.
‘Tis a drab and dull existence
Grey and brown, the sky and earth
A clime, an ambience right for sojourn
But routine tasks, to eat, sleep and work.
Planting and reaping, we worn out
Before the land or the land before us.
Hence we give way or a way given us.
‘Tis I bid to be what i have been not;
And to have all that i have had not;
Ambitions and longings all clothed me,
I strove, but time takes precedence
As fate takes her turn upon my scheme
And circadian Sculptor works my figure.  
It’s a small world, I heard them say
But at least, lengthy enough to rove
And wide to play china man’s ping-pong.
And true by Smokie’s proposition:
Though the world is overcrowded,
You still found an empty place.
All through this circuitous life I fare,
Either am leaving people and things
I come across or they are leaving me;
As time, fate, God, my actions demand.
Nothing I own and nothing own me
Except to pay the price of time span
More the span, more the price to pay.
For all Being bequeathed a portion
Of life’s incubi as well as of life’s jollity, 
For then are both intermeshes within the mind
To settle with those who accommodate them.
‘Tis the fear of incubus and need of jollity
Are life’s bother for minds concerned with them.
The world, us she owes nothing but
Her we owe all, her possessions encompassed
And she demands forfeiture, her bottom bared
To swallow up all her debtors.
Comforts and pleasures fled the flesh
Which we have nourished and fatten for the soil;
Is manure for grains, fertilizer for greens
To nourish and fatten yet their sons.
She is the mother, wife and daughter of men
Spewed from her womb to swallow them again.
The earth pallied not with her neighbours,
Alone the unlimited space wanders on,
Yet to build a nest but to tramp the sphere, 
As an outcast in ageless time to wander on.
So with her I wander through the labyrinth of life.
Unlike them, they that sit like the poles
Abuse the hoboes and dislike the traverser
And build for the muckish flesh foundations
So that they cannot budge from the land;
The wandering earth too has infest
With a fleeting life as the weary wanderer.


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To Take

The cruel one he is
Comes to take away
Sneaks in but leaves a mess behind
Takes who ever he wants
Disrupts all activities
None he has sympathy on
Comes with a cruel heart
With only one aim
Take away what is
All without warning


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Running

She’s running….run faster,
Maybe he won’t catch you,
Run…I’m not going anywhere, 
Oh no he’s getting closer,
Please help! 
He has me in is arms,
Why won’t he stop?
Run…! Run..!
Why can’t I scream…?
Maybe louder maybe kicks or bites,
Nothings helping,
Run…run, 
Try to get away,
No one sees him,
No one sees it,
How?
 Why?
Running, running into the dark,
No! God no!
Maybe if I had a gun,
Yes, I’ll shoot,
Shoot, me, no him,
BANG..!
I’m dead.
……..he’s still there.


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Sundrop

created to captivate,
unable to be captured.
hands that release the day,
and rule the night.
mysterious maiden
evoke Awe and Fright
     -eternal.
all control is lost,
as it always was.
radiance that instills
Contentment and Chaos.
illuminating colors of Life and Death.
Darkness and Light survive together
with only one last breath.


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"What he Lost"

“I’ve seen you before, in a distant time
Searching for what was lost, has it ever been found?”
“No, it is lost, buried deep within the ground”
“I’ve two shovels together we may dig, 
Beneath every rock and every twig.”
“No, it is lost, not found by sight, nor by sound”
“Then we can feel, we can dig with our hands.
We will find it by faith and chance.”
“No, it is lost, no hands can feel it, no faith can guide us.”
“Then perhaps by logic, surely you remember when and where,
You lost this thing back then. Have you checked everywhere?”
“No, it is lost, it is of a time I can scarcely remember.”
“How can something be beyond our senses?
Perhaps we must look beyond those fences?”
“No, it is we who are lost, don’t you remember, we died last December”


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Future, A Desolating Future(Part 2)

the sweet sun is bound to rest-
to melt is the tomorrow of the glaciers;
wither will be the daffodil, though at her best
to cry is the future of our laughters...


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The "Joy" of Fire and Brimstone

Satan brings you "joy"
Until you die in his arms
Of fire and brimstone


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The Unknown Poet n' the Lover with an Immortal Heart (Part 2)

Your hands n’ your caress traced intimately across a mortal’s flesh a thousand years ago, for 
she is a stranger in the dark of my distant karmic past,  though I know her serenading 
immortal heart sings in this body of mine now…
I refuse to hear your long lost name for I’m afraid to know all those who you loved with such 
lust in this place where you linger by your grave, I only wish to see the sweet beautiful 
memories of the love we made…

No!!! I refuse to hear my long lost name for I’m afraid to know all those who you loved with 
such lust in this place!!! where you transcend your grave, for there is a weaver n’ a loom of 
destiny n’ I’ll not repeat that chant ever again by the sea…
From the castle to the crest, to the sea, to the waves crashing on the rocks, a hundred times 
the journey from the womb to the grave I have made while you lay in your tomb n’ your 
soul yearns in suffering to make amends…

I sense you invite me to listen to your evocation in this prevailing wind, it seduces my skin n’ 
ascends from the depths of my soul from beginning to end, an eternal poetic essay of an 
immortal heart’s legend…
By this ocean of our dreams you tempt me to inhale the perfumed scent though I’ll never 
know whose breath it was that I now breathe in as the wind n’ the moon feathers the sea in 
eternal waves…

Along this coastline the breath of mother earth has nurtured many lovers, lifted angels on 
wings n’ called forth mermaids who play n’ sing on the rocks n’ dance in the shadows with 
the ghosts of shipwrecked sailors in their watery graves but it’s been a thousand years since 
my immortal heart heard a poet...
Today this storm blows across the lands of my ancestors, the siren of your poetic beckoning, 
an incantation travelling the sea n’ time heralds the galloping horses thundering, racing upon 
the shore with the chariot of your enchantment never faltering…

Their manes dancing towards the crest  n’ crash upon the rocks nearby where we made love 
a thousand years ago in the soft familiar sand, your poetic voice romancing the sunset n’ 
painting the waves in glorious tones of carnal lust ...
Within the evening storm clouds I can see the rain though I’ll never know the name of the 
lovers whose thirst it quenched with pleasure or who was cleansed of their pain as the blood 
washed from the rocks upon opening Pandora’s box in their mind n’ lost sight of hope as 
their fateful love turned to dust…


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On Halloween Night

          On Halloween Night
A slight hollow snapping noise crept up from down below
Barely audible above torrential rain and lightning
Seeping through the walls into my gloomy room
A power outage turned the mansion black as death
A candle and one match was all I had to investigate
To navigate this mystery
The crackling sound grew louder
As I trembled, fell down the flight of stairs
Head hitting concrete there 
Red blood spilling everywhere
The basement became confused and changed 
An eerie form of horrors took its shape
A structure not found or known in heaven or on Earth
Came into view, from what could be surmised, an opening 
An unholy hole from hell itself 
Before my crying eyes appeared right there
Some multi legged smelly creature lurking by the portal, came whizzing in 
Another foul being emerged from darkness into this twilight zone 
Slithered without a word in my direction
My candle had gone out
The filthy obnoxious thing, grabbed me with icy slimy claws  
By the red light of hell's burnt tortured soulless glow
I saw the monsters bulging green and moldy eye up close
As it cracked my bones and dragged me down
Mystery solved at last
At least I found the clues and cause of these events
First detected in my gloomy room 
A slight hollow noise which crept up
From down below on Halloween night
And my bones still make that very same sound forever through the house

8/28/14 On Halloween Night contest


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Vibeke

She is so sweet to me Her lovely lullabies are my fix An angel on earth she is With her voice she could break the lunar love She is my muse But where did she go My angelic-gothic queen A siren has fell What is left to take her place A wench from the south Such a terrible fate for her band of legends  Tristania has surely died


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I couldn't let me die, yesterday

I couldn’t let me die
=
The edge of the cornice is a call I cannot avoid;
the torrents of sounds, vague and uncommunicating,
are encircling myself; the edge of the cornice calls me.

A whisper of nothings, which can only be the dark rants 
of one who loves flogging, permeates in my ear and buzz.
I am the one you look at and sigh with disappointment.

And the one down on earth, who is cajoling and pep talking, 
telling me about life, mothering me and appeasing,
is me, seemingly calm, though biting his nails in tension.

He does not want me dead.  
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


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Alone with vampires

A spring of blood.
This is the path to your heart.
I never believed in miracles
Until the day you
show me the moon

I saw the clouds
like clowns in the sky
I rape the common sense
and I try to understand
why the only way I now
to come back home
is your black hair 
which is leading me

I fight with demons to gain your soul
You never let me go inside
I know that you believe in God
an Jesus Christ.
I know that I am so jealous
that I hate your faith

I am living with vampires
At the end of the night
Because only here you can be mine

I love to kill angels
to show you my way
to gain your soul
and give you the good night kiss

In vampires land
I am your master
You know that and you kill me will
prayers

Alone in vampires land

I will never know if I am a legend
or real
You leave me here

Alone with vampires

I loose my blood
But I am happy

Tomorow I will be 
the never ending story
of you and me


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The Devil's Night

Black gown of night has covered the Earth
The owl singing for the Devil’s birth
Stars twinkle but the heart is dark
The moon gloomy and the wind stark
The heart beats- but the life-still
The leaves trembling by the wind’s trill
My face is drowned in cascades of tears
My soul trembling with worries and fears
The sad tune of birds make the shadows dance
My peace torn to pieces by the Devil’s lance
Battered and shattered, grope for help
What else to do but to shout and yelp?
All the hope is gone, all the love is dead
Moments are buried in the Hour’s bed
Then a sound rises, shaking roots of Hell
Devil kneels in pain and the demons yell
Cries deafen ears, the Light blinds the eyes
The night fades away, the Sun begins to rise
Then the Lord cometh, with ten thousand saints
The Lord who’s not weary, One who never faints


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To John Watson,

This is hello and goodbye John,
I know that all is well.
Remember two twisted minds John,
From Reichenbach we fell.

I know it must be boring,
When all cases die down.
Yet still with waking eyes,
You'll see crime around the town.

And though I'd like to wake,
And play another game,
I'm playing life, and losing.
Death wins all the same.

By the time you read this little rhyme,
I know I'll be long gone.
But don't be angered by the time,
It's job did nothing wrong.

I remember I once said, "John,
You are my one friend."
You're the one friend who stayed.
Right through to the very end.

Any time you're by my grave,
Or look sadly to the sky,
I will not be there either,
See John, I did not die.
                          -SH


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Morior

The moonlight seemed a shadow
As he closed his eyes
Remembering perfection
Thinking of the beauty of the stars
That he had never seen
Reflected in the endless seas
Tide over tide
Washing away
The imperfection
Of his eyes

Words
That fell from dew-dropped lips
Like prisms of reality
So clear, diffracting meaning
Into infinite aesthetic

Inside
He still remembers
What he wanted so much then to say
That fateful time
When morning never came
When life gave way
And mirrors in the moonlight
Left his sight yearning for something more
Than silver stares
Bittersweet years
And tears of self-reflection

Into the skies
He speaks the words
That he before had never heard

"O most beautiful, sweet angel of my soul
Seducer into nothingness
A fire amongst the cold of my existence
Endless mirror
Perfect meaning

As I look into your soul
I cannot help but drown

As I feel into your soul
I cannot help but become terrified
As dark Narcissus, staring into his own eyes
Subsumed into the infinite
I find such beauty in this one becoming
Going under

You gave unto my sight
The shadows of the night
You held my breath beneath the wave-crests of your crystal soul

Anew
I rose
From 'neath the sea
Between the shards of broken glass
In fire and ash
I rose
Anew

But you
You made it so real
That I cannot feel you
Anymore"

One single tear diffracts the light
And shatters into ash and flame

In sunrise
Before darkest skies
In open eyes
He sees the stars
He tried so hard
    To find


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The Detachable Soul

I am in no pain, I suffer no sorrow
I exist today as I shall exist tomorrow
Death is inevitable- what bliss to choose its circumstance
no nasty suprises, no unresolved business

It is with joy I lived and in joy do I depart
death is not the end but merely the start, as
my soul has finished gathering the experience I needed from this incarnation
my body is now irrelevent, only specks of dust from a distant contellation.

Life is simply a stepping stone on the journey through time
a dream before waking, as we are the children of forever, 
leaving only our bodies behind


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Unreturned

Why can’t you see me?

I’ve been standing here
Next to you
And I have a fear
A logic overdue

Why can’t you hear me?

I’ve been screaming
To let you know
You’re just dreaming
Of the mortal deep below

Why can’t you understand?

When I was there
I thought of you
So I wait here
But you’re long overdue

Why can’t I see you?

I feel a stirring
That I cannot ignore
Something’s occurring
I’m straying no more


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Enterprise Diary

Up from the floorboards 
Creeps green heat.
It seeps under my head
Through a hole in the sheets.

It blankets the windows 
And shadows the ceiling.
It licks at the lampshades
And spawned my skin peeling.

Into the cupboards
Comes a noise.
It mangled the marshes
With three lecherous ploys.

It danced with the Devil,
A bystanding Lasher.
It curdled the saintly
And dubbed the dead masters.

Down from the spiderwebs
Slide warm hands
That pull at the fabric
That had once been their bands.

They fondle the willing
To dawn a dim future,
To center sensation,
And parent new squalor.

Out of the fire
Sickness calls.
It drips to facade me
Thoughout winters and falls.

In through the Underpass
In a sick, silent prose
Two magistrates and I
With my eyes half way closed.


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Suicide

It made you feel good, emptied
Of emotional weight. You lay against
The enamel, water up to your waist
And of course the blade.
You wanted to make it special. Scented
Candles and the blinds pulled up.
You could see the sun, rough like a tangerine.
Crowded by the sky, you felt its pain.
You let the blade kiss your flesh, a jagged tear
It was strong like leather, some sort of mesh.
The water turned pink, left a tidemark
Round the tub. He said he’d leave you,
In a weighted breath, you uttered ‘Good luck.’ 


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blake

to think he finally found his answer to 
releif,
would only leave pain and greif.
to end his own suffering and 
pain.
what would friends and family have to gain?
his life felt pointless thanks to past pain,abuse, and lifes trials and tribulations.
suicide was not tha answer,
if he only knew he shoulda been thankful.
what he went through was horrible 
yes
but staying possitive was tha 
test.
everything happens for a reason,
to find strength in god to breathe another season.
this was not destiny nor 
fate.
he had a whole life ahead of him now its to
late.
now near a casket they sit at his wake.
maybe it coulda been prevented if he knew he wasnt alone
instead of taking a life in his own home..
Reach out your not alone
god has a purpose for all us.....


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the faller

The Faller 
He stands at the edge of a tall mountain looking down the sheer drop. 
Seconds pass. 
The man jumps! 
Nothing stops his fall. 
Rocks smash his frail limbs like matchsticks. 
End over end till he finally hits the valley floor 2,800ft below, 
his body a bloody broken mass. 
Why did he jump? 
Suicide? 
No. 
Because he enjoys it. 
He's the faller. 
This jump is his 318th off this mountain. 
Broken limbs, pulped body, severed head, fatal injuries and death 
are an occupational hazard. 
It's ok. 
The destructive injuries vanish after 30 minutes and 
the faller is as fit as a butcher’s dog 
and mad as a psychopath to jump again. 
Witness a freak: the faller.


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Solitary Knight

Drunk with revenge, the knight pondered,
Lit the candles, took the oath
Die for honor, foe to loathe.
Wounding the henge, the wind wandered.

Armlets and poleyns, helmet and mace,
Bloodthirsty sword in scabbard,
The lance mocking the Holy Hazard,
The haughty knight arrayed with grace.

Gold medallions adorned the chest.
Shoulder bore the mighty bow.
The carved shield, feathered arrow.
Wild stallion gorged with zest.

Rusty chains yielded at the knight’s behest.
Wooden doors bowed as if in fear.
Sweating moments crawling near,
Feeble puppets in Heavens’ written gest.

With veins bloating and mane floating,
Earthly Pegasus spurred to rise.
Tiny ray of light drowns and dies.
Mourning eddy of sky’s coating.

Cedars and elms, oaks and ebonies’
Moaning twigs and sighing foliage,
Ridden fast in wind’s winged carriage.
The hoofs trample on dainty conies.

Crimson dews on the knight’s forehead
Relics of rotten thorny fingers
The hope melts away, fear lingers
Stars lulled to die on the night’s deathbed.

On brink of an abyss
Drew the steed’s rein
Guilty jealous Cain
By sin’s precipice

Heart’s hate to sate
Unsheathed the lance
 The horse did prance
Taste Icarus’s fate…   


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UNDERNEATH

The Sabbretooth grinds ice with its teeth
Not for dull enjoyment but sharp urgence.
Its eyes glitter as the teeth is sharpened
While the sun fades away in numb sense.

The smell of blood orchids haunt the air
And the dry trunks and bushes whisper.
The Sabbretooth approaches near herd
That is grazing branches without guard.

The merciless hunter grabs a wild stag
And pierces it with its two sharp teeth.
At once the swift stag is in deathly rag
But its eyes depict cruelty underneath.


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our impending extinction

the flowers have grown
taller than the tree remnants.
the rocks have turned to sand
blown into the sea.
the grass has paled and peeled,
the sky is beginning to crack,
releasing stars to be glued to the earth.

we have become ether,
mere floating objects behind the clouds.


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The horsemen ride again

Pestilence, Poverty, War and Disease
sweep this world with valiant ease.
They ride again as once long before,
hoping that they wont  come anymore.
Humanity has its minutes counted,
As the horsemen have already departed.


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There is Life Beyond Death's Door

Mama stood at the kitchen sink, quietly drying the dishes and putting them away.  I 
knew 
she was crying because every now and then she would wipe her eyes with the hem 
of her 
apron.  She hadn’t been eating much, lately. She looked so tired and drained.  She 
was a 
tall, beautiful woman.  At 40 years old she looked as if she had just turned 30.  She 
was on a 
leave of absence and had been keeping busy around the house, constantly 
cleaning, 
scrubbing and washing.  In hindsight, now I know she was only trying to keep busy 
so she 
wouldn’t think about her first born son. Mama had slept so much the week before. I 
remember wondering, back then, asking myself, was she also sick?  I was too afraid 
to ask 
out loud.  I would lie next to her in her bed and watch her sleep.  Her stirring 
reinsured me 
that she was fine-only sleeping.  You see, my oldest sister, Winnie, after Brian died, 
had 
explained to me what dying was.  So then I knew that dying was like sleeping, only 
you 
never wake up. I was not going to let my Mama die also. I would bring into her bed, 
my 
coloring books and pencils and would sit on that bed until she woke up. Sometimes, 
I would 
fall asleep, then awake to find her sitting on the edge of the bed, saying her rosary 
and I 
would join her. In some ways I was like Mama.  We were both of quiet spirits but 
she was 
strong and also an extrovert.  She made friends easily.  I on the other hand, was 
shy, 
stubborn and introverted. Later on as I got older, our personality would clash on 
many 
occasions.

It was a Saturday afternoon in May.  We were all sitting at the kitchen table.  We, 
kids were 
eating all the sweets because Mama and Papa were distracted. There was still 
plenty of food 
left over from the week before. Mama’s many friends had really showered her with 
love.  
They had cooked and cleaned and comforted her as much as they could. Mama and 
Papa 
very seldom ate any food, which seemed to last forever. My older siblings were lost 
in their 
own thoughts and grief, my younger sister, Lena, my cousin Reggie and I ate 
heartily of 
anything we liked. Being the youngest of the group, we did not fully understand 
what was 
going on.  We were talking amongst ourselves about our


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The Near Far

These darkened circles around my eyes shown in reflections how hard i tried and in this drained state I hate to be I hear the void call out to me too much does such endings make for one who some like to see break for someone whos likened to a snake its me, it shall always be How did I get here, so far from heaven? how do I keep on, appearing so driven? questions unanswered drive me from faith and in this mindset, I embrace you snake label forced unto me, for I know exactly how not to be The wolf calling the sheep a killer makes the false feelings seem all the realer your thoughtless, such as a mindless zombie take forth my essence, that you stole from me for I am wholer than I ever remember I fight the cold, through an endless winter almost so close, to my December When I'm forgotten, I shall shed no tear for I know it's inevitable, in this far near the shadows are brighter, and brought unto life they stalk me when walking, and seldom are nice they're closing in closer, and most are so evil piercing through my armor, my heart is a cushion...of needles.


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Fearless

Fearless  i go running in the night
barefoot on rich damp soil
stretching out my arms
in a cool wild flight
trees, they whisper in my ear_

dark wind on cold bare flesh i’m running 
hot face, heart pounds 
i feel the pull of a thousand years, 
and the way things used to be
and then, i hear the call

you are here
the time is now
and all things are as they are
the time is now
and you are here
all things are all things
and, all is meant to be

flight faster than thought in this light moon night 
as i slip between the bars
and i breathe the finest breath
homosapiens erect
moving, silently through the stars

you are here 
all things are meant to be 
the time is now
and all things are as they are


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Outback Duel

There are no laws designed by man, that mean a thing out where,
The drying sun on pastel lands, can’t lead all to despair,
Where frightened eyes can see for miles, across the saltbush plains,
Where death becomes a great relief, to those who suffer pains.

And I who after all these years, look back and still recall,
What I consider in my mind, the worst death of them all,
When near finished droving, what must have been ten thousand sheep,
Out there on those lonely plains, two deaths near made me weep.

My dogs and I were droving, the last two thousand for the shed,
On a station north-west of Balranald, where I’d always see ‘em dead,
Bogged in the tanks, or near the tracks, bleached bones and dirty wool,
Eye-less sockets, (blame the crows), or dingo’s never full.

Yet nothing hit me harder, when I noticed white and dull,
In the distance to the left of me, an old merino’s skull,
With spiral horns of mammoth size, fit for a bar room trophy,
Still where the old ram met his death, entangled in a tree. 

I tried to judge the reason, tried to reconstruct the plot,
I could only guess the ram, went to rub an itchy spot,
On that Belar of tender age, a trunk still straight and slim,
One horn wound like a corkscrew that soon entangled him.

Lord knows how long that luckless ram, walked around the tree,
A deep circled trench gave evidence, walked ‘round endlessly,
Alas though if it was not thirst, his dilemma doomed him prey,
Torn to pieces by a pack, or wedge-tailed eagles had their way.

I remember lifting up my head, and took the time to ponder,
The vast emptiness surrounding me, and that struggle over yonder,
One Belar had met its fate, where there’s no referee or rule…  
One merino lost its life, in this tragic outback duel.


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Limiting the Mind

I look around
I only go shallow
A Four Walled room, with a ceiling, and a ground
Deep thinking brings sorrow

It all seems so simple
There was a time when so it seemed
When I was sung to… twinkle, twinkle
Now, I'm searching how to be redeemed

My Mind dwells and dwells
Searching for the balance between reason and desires
But I fear my mind has fell
Beyond reason, to a mind-torturing fire

I kept falling
Now to a completely different
Four walled room, with a ceiling, and a ground
I look around
But this time, I can't go shallow
To my left lies the universe, making no sound
Only pointing to the wall
Coded with answers
A language human-kind can barely understand, so vague
But I try to decipher them, trying to take
And control this knowledge
Here it says…
What is Religion?
What made the Universe?
What made man?
What made the atom, the proton, the electron?
And what made that…

But what about The Maker?

The language became too complicated
Suddenly, a glowing light from the wall hit me 
Got me flat on the ground
Perplexed, I open my eyes
I look around
Back to the old
Four walled room, with a ceiling, and a ground
From now on
I only go shallow


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Regrets Of A Dead Man

He lies numb but restive.

He is robbed of all physicality.

All his days have broken before him.

There is no day, no night, no past, and no future.

He sees all at a glance.

His mind is excruciated with the question, WHY?

He speaks but is not heard, touches but cannot be felt.

Then he wails from his six-feet deep bed but no one can hear his cry.

No one is near enough to show pity.

He begs from his dark cloudy world, ‘PLEASE!’

Then silence.

Unable to look upwards, lest he will be blinded for eternity

From the light above.

He left his home in a confused state,

Left his family in gilded sins.

His son is a gigolo; his daughter a minx;

His wife a gossip; his servant a cheat.

Now he lies six feet away from correcting it.

All he wants is one minute after millions wasted.


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oldman

once there was an old man on a lane
he always had many cats
then he took a train
and went down another lane


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My Paranormal Life

Upon my years of pre-puberty, a distant relative had died.
During this period of time, funerals were held in a home.
Family members would visit and pay respects and confide.
This is a tale of my first and only visit within this poem.
Had never previously been in this home to even roam,
Parents of mine knowing this they were so amazed.
With the knowledge, I kept and freely gave un-hazed.

These relatives of mine, I had never met before, ever.
Had no knowledge of existence or even the town,
Upon entering their house, I was not afraid to deliver.
Though with each word I spoke, silence went down.
Both of my parent’s faces were placed in a frown.
They were afraid, I would get lost in this residence.
Then I began describing details, in precise presence.

Top of the stairs, with bath the first room on right.
Of the hallway, that lead to each bedroom I knew.
Every picture or painting that came into their sight,
Colors of walls, carpet or wood floor, my words flew.
How did I know these things, then upon that cue?
I have been here before in a dream, or previous life.
Knowledge that someone had died by using a knife,

Twelve years old, such amazing words I gave to them all.
Having no explanation, everyone carried on the wake.
My parents decided it was time to leave, before I saw.
My ancestor lying in a coffin, afraid of what I might spake.
Never was there very much conversation or what to make,
Of this case of paranormal events, that I lived and shared,
I still have dreams; some come true, though never scared.


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Nothingness

Fleeting, life's a dream,
Sinking into the darkness,
We wake to nothing.


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the darkness seeks release

mentally enveloped with the psychological angularity of a multidimensional prism, thoughts infinitely circulating inside my brain slowly building like an aneurysm, i bring to sight revelations unveiled by a genius but still they all surround with skepticism. the darkness that once entered me is bound to break free eventually, a disposition where mass murder and famine both come essentially, a mastermind rises and succeeds where hitler had failed consequentially, a massacre of hidden variables constructing inside exponentially, a child broken and left for dead grows up to be a little disturbed mentally.


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Found You

Freedom the cast of the greatest shadow
beacon light empty from my soul
i hope and pray for a better life
i rise from the dark and desolated valley
flames withering my crippled palace
sadly crying for help
solid bitterness forever
sunlit dreams ever so beautiful
faith
destiny
nothing at all
justice 
freedom
lonely lives
ill brake through the chains
refuse night
midst whirl winds
honoring justice
vast oceans
i sit in my palace
blowing off steam
honoring justice ever so mean
work together and join hands
shameful despair 
hallowed daybreak
the tast of night
rolls down like waters
breaking through the hallowed hole
of my honored soul...


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Sisters

Genetically imaged of self
Back to back
we are the for each other,
day and night,
in life and spirit
You teach me all things;
oscillate between 
positive and negative,
right and wrong,
in and out,
up and down…
We may fight, disagree;
but deep down 
it’s because we care
on such deep level
Like it’s ‘me’, 
that wants be there
Guess what is most important,
are the moments that we share
We are sisters,
we are family,
and with love
are always there!


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a spare murder

watching the eye of a murderer
wondering how to spare a moment
waiting for the right time to commit insanity tactis
fright comes towards a supplement liar
one significant gesture of realism comes present
alert to a murder victim with no surprise
as a continuance of murder is spared 
as that person realizes what's real upon truth 


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My Death

Once I am gone 
And smile faded away by sadness, tears may fall 
But it won’t take so long to be forgotten by beloved 
As I forget people who died so long 
And now I am one of them, forgotten, abandoned even by my own shadow 
 Alone as I was born with bare hands holding nothing, having nothing 
It will be just me, and all what I gathered will be useless
only my deeds my follow me to the unreturned word
Where no mind could imagine 
And death remain as the unsolved mystery of humanity


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ICE AND FIRE

ICE AND FIRE


Some say the world will end in ice
Some say in  fire
From what I've experienced of desire
I hold with those who favor ice
But if it had to depart this life twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that obliteration by fire
Is great but would not be acceptable

  If this world was to end in fire
 The damage would be awfully
  Devastating even before the smoke
 goes up into space where someone
  Will always be looking for pies
   Or perhaps chasing beautiful images


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Christ Death On The Cross

Christ’ Death On The Cross… Christ died for me… I didn’t deserve it! His life for mine… He preserved it! His gift of salvation… I received it! After reading John 3:16. I believed it! His hand of mercy has graciously been extended… My broken life has now been “amended I’m thankful for what Christ did for me! His gift of love is plain to see! Throughout life… Often facing a difficult circumstance…” Jesus has given me hope... And a second chance! I’ll try my best to live as he would want me to… Without him… I have no one else to turn to! Thank you Jesus! For being my best friend! You washed me clean… And took away my sin! You’ve done what you said… And so much more! You’re certainly worth living for! By Jim Pemberton


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Alive or not

Empty Apartment

I sit here
in agony
I'm the one who was murdered.

You turned it around on yourself
and I have nothing,
nothing.

You only wish to come out alive
shoving my pain aside
but I lost myself

far too long ago, it isn't fair.
You're words linger,
every tone of every syllable

and I pray, 
I pray you'll come back
to the emptiness,
the dark cold corridor
where once hung the photographs of our memories

that once sang in a blue sky melody,
while birds chirping-
would eliminate all evil.

Now they are crows.
Digging deep within the dirt 
to savage little worms,
in this case we are the worms
we were.

but now,
only what goes through my head
are the memories,
the memories which now seem so pretend
so imaginable.

I look down the hall,
to our bedroom,
where we would lay 
in comfort
and clench the blankets tight
as if guarding from evil.

and when I wake up
you're here,
I'm gone

so I leave you all alone,
in this 
empty 
apartment.


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If All Your Dreams Were Nightmares

The mist slowly rises
curling its tail about a post
Coal black dust drips from corners
of memory's page
Drip
drip
drip
Shimmering black, surreal and cold
blood pools in its
Drip
drip
drip
Alone(forever) for now
Shimmering distance
It comes
growing larger, closer, clearer
iris of golden maroon
tears
Drip
drip
drip
from unseen gashes and tears
Blood (not) tears
Drip
drip
drip
from unseen gashes and tears
Shivering
cold,

Jump

If all your dreams were nightmares
Dream of what a nightmare
would be


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Emotinal Warrior

they dont know
what the hell ive been through
when i come into the horizon of sensuality and twilight
it is all just a  mask
which conceals the inside
the passion and pain
which i thrive in and endure every living moment
i hide it unders craters and cevaces of earthly beauty and seductivity
as though I am the noir reincarnation of the Goddess Monroe herself
but alas, there is so much more to me
than that
I long to die
to no longer exist
for I am haunted as an old cottage in a valley of sorrow and destruction
they dont know what it is
to suffer as i have
torment and displeasure of the heart
crucifixtion of the soul
burial of dignity which has been stripped from me
I long to be more than God
yet less than man
a woman
I yearn for love, i cry for the attention that no one wants me to recieve in due time
the dragons of eden have sought to plunge me into the pit
and as i wait for eternal damnation
i always remember this
i am
an emotional warrior......

end


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His Call

Stop and read no farther if your heart is weak, because this story’s ending surely 
will be bleak.

If you’re prone to nightmares following any gore, I suggest you STOP my friend 
and read no more. 

Lovey dovey poems just aren’t my cup of tea, if you’re drawn to darkness then 
honey come with me.

Death, Pain, and Sorrow are the stars of this misadventure, there are no “super 
heroes” here of this you can be sure!

Sorrow is a villain that comes both night and day, when he has you in his grip 
you’ll never get away.

Pain is Sorrow’s sidekick she strikes the body and the mind, just like her partner 
no escape from her you’ll find.

Now we’re to the worse villain of them all, Death he shows no mercy, we each 
will get his call.

Why you ask is Death the worst villain of this piece? Death will show no pity as 
you beg him for release.

Death he brings on Sorrow and gives him all his power, then he stands back 
watching this is his finest hour!

Death then calls on Pain to join Sorrow at his side, when those three are lurking 
there is no where to hide.

Now it’s time for Sorrow and Pain to let Death take center stage, Death pulls out 
his pistols, he calls them “FEAR and RAGE”.

BANG, BANG he takes his first shots and a bulls eye he does score, THUMP, 
THUMP is all you hear as the body hits the floor.

He’s holsters up his weapons smiles and says “I’ve done my part”, Now it’s your 
turn Sorrow this is where you start.

Vicious cycle so you say, well that is just to bad, I told from the beginning this 
ending would be sad. 


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Every-Man

All give your audience
And here this matter with reverence
This matter is wonderous precious
But the intent of it is more gracious

How transitory we be all day
Be you never so gay !
When the body lieth in clay

Everyman liveth so after his own pleasure
Ye think sin in the beginning full sweet
Which in the end causeth thy soul to weep

I see the more that I them forbear
The worse they be from year to year
I will in the world go run over all
And cruelly outsearch both great and small
He that loveth riches I will strike with my dart
His sight to blind, and from heaven to depart
Except that alms be his good friend
In hell for to dwell, world without end

I am Death, that no man dreadeth.
For every man I rest and no man spareth
And in the world each living creature
For Adam’s sin must die of nature

For after death amends may no man make
For then mercy and pity do him forsake
If his reckoning be not clear when he do come
God will say- "ite maledicti in ignem aeternum"
Unto which place God bring us all thither
That we may live body and soul together


THUS ENDETH 

[Author Unknown.But this work is worth sharing with Every-man]


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DEATH

Death

Death oh death
You invisible and unpardonable force
Which destroy most intimate 
Tries of friendship and love.

You bring a burden of grief, sorrow and tears
Death you have stolen my loved ones and have cause me deep hurt.

But I’m glad there is sometime you can not talk always from me

The golden memories I shared together with my loved ones
I’ll keep on reminiscing it till the last day u decide to take me too

And the Resurrection hope, I know I’ll recover 

My stolen loved ones from you on that day.

This two hope is what has been comforting me after u 
Dealt with me.

Death you can take away me loved ones, but no one can take away 
My HOPE not even you Mr DEATH.


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The Fog

The fog clutches at her throat 
       and drags her down into it's 
white embrace, consuming her life essence.  

As the fog’s mist dies, 
         so does the girl that once controlled it
that once owned it
    and had once made it come alive


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THE UNSPEAKABLE

Mood swings tormenting
An attitude developing
A tear appearing
A smile fading
A face pouting
Shoulders shaking

Chills gallore
Crying some more
A look of disgust
A feeling of hate
Loosing the trust
Having no fate

Heading for trouble
Becoming a rebel
Crossing the borders
Disobeying all orders
Being disruptive
Rather than productive

Everyday you live
Becomes more repetitive
Something happened to you
Left without a clue
Unable to admit you knew
The impossible would come true


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8

Sorrow is my company fear is my friend
Pain is here with me until the very end
I am nobody and that is a shame 
Because theres no dignity for me to gain

There is nothing i can do but sit and wait
To know what will happen to my tragic fate
I am invisible with no one at my side
I drown in tears that i cannot hide

Voices haunt me in my head
As i recall the peircing words you said
I feel dead with no reason to move on 
Like dust in the wind i wish i was gone

Everywhere is dark and quiet at best
My broken body can finally rest
As i close my eyes and let out my last sigh
Would you care to whisper your good-bye?

Screams and cries are silenced by the cold
The winds move feircly, swift and bold
My life is where the winds have blown
Inside the dark pits of the unknown


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the mail box

it leans nailed to an old cedar post
sanded by the desert wind
U.S.MAIL on it's dented side.

a black mouth 
where the door used to be
offers precious relief
from a white hot sun

something sleeps in this dark place
coiled and still, filling the space

suddenly disturbed 
by  a  rusty gate
it waits to deliver
the mailmans fate


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The Forgiving Voice

somewhere in the world,
he waits to be recognized. 
he waits for the voice,
the calling,
the unknown whisper.

he has waited and waited 
year after year.
not knowing when,
not knowing where,
only knowing, hoping, it will come

his faith in the voice, unaltered,
is tested day after day, 
hour after hour
unknown ways cross his path  and the voice never comes
he stands and sits in the same place, same things every day.
 
not knowing what to expect or when to expect it
he hides his faith
he lives the life
until, like his faith, 
it too falters.

he wakes up in a white place
not knowing who or what he was.
he stands, he knows and cries
he pleads for forgiveness
to the  voice of God, the voice of whom he was waiting. 


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What, Me Worry??

Some people are concerned
They wonder and they fear
Just how and when they'll die
The thought, it seems so queer
Not like we have a choice
And so I'll tell you why...
but it's only my own voice...

I've been dead before,
I'll be dead again,
The thought of fearing it
To me just seems inane

Whether it's nothingness after
Or to a heavenly place we go
The thought to me seems dafter
But I don't really claim to know

So I worry not about things to be
Of which I have no control
Just accept what's been doled to me
Peace is my only goal

So I thank Alfred E. Newman
On each cover of Mad magazine
He gave me this great title
Such wisdom is rarely seen...

So sleep in peace my friends out there
It's all in God's great hand
Life and death two sides of the same coin
I hope you understand

And now I've said my piece
So off to bed I go
Is sleep a bit like death?
That I'd like to know

Cause sleep is my favorite time
No pain, no  worries, no cares..
Someday we'll all find out
At that time when God shares
What some consider the ultimate mystery
The big answer that they seek
Go to sleep this evening
May God give you a peek!


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Eternity

There is land,
Land far beyond.
Dover ruling land:
Kingdom even beyond!
Road is narrow;
Yet made golden-
No fighting arrow:
Beautiful like Eden.
There spring flows-
Mansions all glitter:
Only faithful grows;
Sky gives order.
Far beyond world-
Thousands valleys meet!
Land milk flood;
Sorrow not feet.
Imagine its sweetness!
Praise its food!
Beyond of happiness:
Angels give food.


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With Apologies To Robert Frost

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

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

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

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

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

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


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It Takes Two {Caricare}

It Takes Two


twin

towers

delusion






Tribute To Those Lost
In The Twin Towers
You Are Not Forgotten
{RIP}


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The Great Feast

We’re bait.
Bait for the beasts
Waiting to feast on the meat
To say the least
The world is stripped when they meet

So bathe
In social incest, along with decadence
And decay

Pray to your gods
Whichever they may be
Many are among us
We’re too blind to see
They look down from above
Or up from below
Taking back everything
You claimed as your own

“Faithful servants,
You serve your masters well.
But there is one above
(One above us all)
You will be at our disposal
Before we fall
To the fate of us all”

We screwed you all!
We screwed you all!
We sucked the purity out of this world
Ripped off the flesh
Left rotten to the core
A scent of death is all that’s left
When the world is betrayed
By Archangels and remains
---A Boneyard!---

..Now the beasts will commence on the great feast,
Living off the perversion and disease…

-Boz-


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In ultimul ceas

O cortina asurzitoare cade
anun?ând prin cei patru ca foametea
a încetat,
iar totul e infinit.

Caut o lumina, dar culori amare
ma orbesc.
Bezna ma-nconjoara, ne cuprinde pe toti;
ochii nu-mi mai folosesc.
Mereu sunt doua.

Caut un sunet, o ?oapta calda
sau un strigat.
Rugaciunile curg printre strigatele înal?atoare; 
ma asurzesc.
Din nou doua. Unde e?ti?

Caut...ceva; nu ?tiu ce caut,
dar înca simt. Îi simt 
?i pe Ei ?i pe ceilal?i.
Sufletele devin argin?i 
pentru zamislirea unei noi lumi.
Con?tiin?a mi-e amor?ita. S-a ales.

Memoria moare trecând, 
iar spiritul transcende.
Acum binele ?i raul sunt doar una...
o târguiala repetata.

Ce urmeaza? 
Trâmbi?ele furate imi rasfrâng
gândurile deja înghe?ate.
Unde ai disparut?


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Knock It Down

down down down, knock it down to the basement 
blowing stuff up for a book never made sense 
the books were made, we've been screwed since
religion should be talked about in past tense
hence, the age of ignorance is over 
ill put the burdens of the weak on my shoulders
its a heavy weight to carry 
but death is a women i would gladly marry 
if it means i could stop the torment and destruction 
of our youth, they don't deserve to be corrupted
the mind is pure, void of superstition 
don't transmit unto your loved one your condition 
let them grow up, and make their own decision 
because i know if you did they would never choose the same path 
they would figure out the simple math  
they would never be so arrogant
to believe this world was heaven sent 
and was made with them in mind
they would reject any mention of a being divine 
only wealth and religion can cause a man to be so vain 
eternity, what is there to gain 
is this life and this world not enough for you 
you need another, and another, and another too
it is sad to see you wasting the only life you have 
don't let your children fall victim to the same fad


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The Four Brothers of Equus

Gallops in the shadows,
feared by mortals:
bearing on their collars
the stewards of blitz.
Like thunder from beneath,
their presence, sensed:
beware, I daresay
before facing the eve.

The White Brother comes
with the archer, crowned:
the arrows have dogma,
unfortunately, malign.
Claiming the head
although contrived,
this rider leads
by construing minds.

Still fresh, the stains
on the Red One’s skin;
as his rider murders
random martyrs.
A lake of blood
has now consumed-
the soil that's stabbed
by slaughter and war.

The rider with scales
is on the shoulders of Black:
ignoring the famished
and preferring the heeled.  
Discarding the purpose
of balance and just, 
vultures feast
on empty stomachs.

The last to arrive
is the Sickly Kin:
senile and pallor,
barely could he tread.
His rider: a frame
of calcium, decayed;
they’re followed by the lord
of lightless abyss.

Brothers of Equus:
on their shoulders, rest:
the four beasts revealed
from the final testament.
The prophecy may have failed
to disclose when will be;
we can still, nonetheless, 
give light to each morning.

Apocalypse are feared
by those, unprepared;
the others however,
anticipate its advent.


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Kiss of Death

Angels of death, thieves of hearts
You are trapped once their entrancement starts
The only escape of their spell is eternal rest
Hades enjoys using temptation the best
His servants are well versed in his charms
Demons of magnificent grace leading you into his arms
Their beauty hides malicious intent
Their master is Satan, from fire they were sent
To lure those on the brink
Into the merciless pits of anguish they sink
Succubi and incubi, creatures of darker than night
Look instead to the light
It is so easy to fall to their enchantment
Their evil shows not a hint
False feelings take away every care
Past everything, into your soul they stare
Unbearable is the loss of their presence
Heartbreak involving them is intense
Once you taste their power you'll always want more
Yet, be it by homicide or suicide, only the end is in store
Kiss me now, steal my last breath
My darling, my love, my life and my death


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The Warmth Inside

It's cold out here,
as I stand staring through the window
with the image of the hearth-glow
deepening my anxiety and need for warmth.
I can only be, as I stand in the snow,
the proud man, that wants to do what's right
but can't see the opportunity
that unfolds before him.
But someone passes; a shadowy movement.
It is the mistress of the home;
captured is her beauty, radiant by the fire.
She turns. I quickly hide, but again I peek.
Hoping for a glance and invitation,
another shadow appears. Quiet! 
The shadow lurks; something different.
Something raised! And, then my heart stops!
What? Why? The face turns from the fire.
Horrifying! The face of death is me!


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Don't Scream

Lost
A soulless creature
Fighting its way into your mind
Pushing 
Trying
It only wants one thing
Don't scream
It wants
You.


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A Psalm

Through the obsidian skies, peering through man-made smoke
A light reaches like an outstretched arm, a sword whose sheen brings tears to the wicked
And knowledge that their sins are but a poison whose flower is quick to rot.
Yea, the wicked call themselves lords among men and deny holiness, they know Me not.
Those whose hearts are granite will be cleaved and eroded by the righteous,
For their gold is but lead in My presence, their powers tremble before Mine
The roots of evil drink the blood of the virtuous
But they shall prosper not
They will be upended by birds, and their fruits will not flower.
Their seeds will be consumed;
They shall perish forever.
The good and just shall stand for me, and the children shall know my face,
The faithful shall praise me, saying
“Thou art the protector of the living
And the redeemer of the departed.
The powers of justice have even greater miracles in store,
Surely these words shall be repeated evermore.”


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Visit

Comes your way this wicked something.  Beware 
Of the Banshee wails seeping into dreams.
Eyes closed and with calming breath, say a prayer.
	
An effigy looms overhead take care.
In the distance a requiem doth scream.
Comes your way this wicked something, beware.

From deep slumber you awake with a scare,
Colour fades as ice moves through your bloodstream.
Eyes closed and with calming breath, say a prayer.

Sound is lost upon your lips, naught but air,
Movement is but a fading sunlight’s gleam.
Comes your way this wicked something, beware.

Tracing your face with its bony finger,
You see soulless eyes bathed in blaspheme.
Eyes closed and with calming breath, say a prayer.
	
A storm busts through the closed window with flair
And with the flicker of the candle he
Comes your way, this wicked something, beware.
Eyes closed and with calming breath, say a prayer.


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The Near Death

Another sits between here and there
and rises to meet the unknown.
Against your back lay blackest veil,
while in front purest light was shown.

"Where could I be?", rang clear within.
You see, this place is new.
Could I exist within a dream,
concerned with what to do?

And as he pondered where he was
and how he was to leave,
a tiny voice pierced the light,
what was it to achieve?

"It's time to go.", said the voice
as calmly as could be,
and before a shred of wonder rose
my feet moved in front of me.

Step by step was forward taken
until my thought became.
I stood in place, frozen still,
then shock, I heard my name.

A cry of pain, a wail of plea
where the first sounds I could hear.
And as I turned around I saw
from the darkness came my fear.

It struck a chord and then I knew
where I was and why.
The light ahead was surely death,
within it I would die.

So then, behind must be my life,
the voices, those I know.
And if I delve into the black,
back to life I'll go.

Now free to choose his open path,
he stood firm, wondering,
life is given as a gift,
but what could dying bring?

None alive can answer full
what lies beyond the light,
but as for me, I'll wait and see.
For then, I turned my sight.

Accepting what the darkness gave,
I threw myself within.
With open, blurry eyes I knew
I was alive again.


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Death

A corpse in a coffin
Like a turtle in a shell
A torched arm breaks
Like a slice in a bell

A cough in the wind
A mouth draining dread
Sea running free
Grass tinted red

Moon cuts the morning
Stars dance today
Rain whipping down
Shoes slip away

Scoop out the dirt
Tear open the ground
Catch a falling tear
Shake it off, without a sound

Stand on the snow
Lean in real close
Whistle for an answer
Turn around and choke

Crawl over to your car
and zip through the sun
The night has boiled over
The deed is done


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Behind Bright Eyes

Behind bright eyes...
A life lives blind;
The pain of man... 
Not far behind. 
Looking into the mirror... 
At the fast fading disguise; 
Falling to my knees, 
And the demons rise... 

No control of the change...
In the heart of least resistance; 
No such trust in myself... 
An oddity within existence. 
You think you see the truth, 
But is that the real me? 
Caught in this distorted dream, 
Hidden behind what they see... 

Encaged on the inside, 
Trapped within this charade... 
Disagreements with society, 
Just fools on parade. 
The sun slowly rises, 
Awakening to the screams... 
All of the blurred memories, 
Living nightmares from dreams.


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Brewing Evil

Evil Kanievil wasn't really evil.
In fact, in mythology, women were meant to brew evil.

It started as a punishment,
and led to an imprisonment.

an imprisonment of constant lies
that hook our wome to evil ties.

but nowadays no one hates, 
we've even learned to appreciate.

The love, the work, the glistening beauty,
Even the harshness of their parenting duties.


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Untimely Ends

Tormented soul speaks;
Truth in darkness lies buried.
Clouds weep bitter tears.


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My Last Cry

There are no words to describe how i feel inside, so much has happened that i feel like i been hit by a tide. I can feel how my heart starts to darken more and more, I can feel my heart being wrapped in a dark cloche, but what for? I try to cry it out, but no tears would fall, I try to yell it out but no voice would call. The depression inside this heart wants to explode, but i am afraid that if it does a lot of people might get hurt. Speaking out the last words of a human hurts to the core, giving up and ending everything i just want it more and more. My Last Cry, everyone will hear, because i have cried my last and only tear. I will leave with a mark that will tell people that i lived a good life, good only to my eyes, because to others a beast life is pointless. So i am sorry my friend but my breath has gone clean out of me, I wish there was just some way that i could show you so you can see. This is far to hard to do, just to let everything go and forget about everything, but don't forget, this is My Last Cry, so I'll try anything. Goodbye my one and only, Goodbye my sweet sweet ......
PS: This is not a suicidal note.


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Rain Drops

Tear drops falling from the sky
Each one has a sad story to tell
Who will listen?
And who will wipe them off their windsheild?
Tear drops everywhere
Ending their lives on the streets
Why do people find their sounds so peaceful?
Each tear drop is a musical note
Playing its own little, sad song
For the people willing to listen


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Made one

The bruised soul in the battered body ached for renewal,
Teeth clenched,
little chest shaking,
as heart weakly reaching out.
Energy spent, love torn, her mind full of doubt.
God's bruised reed,
His smouldering wick;
He will not snuff or break.
Holding hand and kissing cheek,
As in dead of night
her soul He did take.


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Succumb to Illness

All those days spent in pain.

Memories washed away by the rain.

To have misplaced a forgotten loved one.

Falling into the depths of illness.

Now, I realize what it is like to succumb.

Where did those days of greatness go?

 

What have I become?

A monster with great power?

Maybe, I have succumb to illness.

My heart begins to beat.

Fast

Faster

Even Faster

As I hear the sirens buzzing in my ears.

 

In my mind...

I feel empty and dark.

In my mind...

I'm dying inside.

In my mind...

Voices are screaming words of terror.

 

I have lost.

The battle of life and death has been done.

It's what I hate most.

I have lost.

 

As I tell myself that it'll all be over soon...

I hear my mother saying "Sweetie wake up."

Stunned to death I awake.

Frantically, searching through my mind.

I find that I will never succumb to illness.


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Agony

You took me home, I drink to much because of you my livers turn to dust
You got me high my lungs have quit for the last time.
And because of you my obsession grows more and more with each passing day.
I do it more to feel the high but it just won’t come back to me. 
I tried to walk but it’s so hard I just end up on my back staring into the sky.
You came to me to help me back onto to my feet.
And helped walk me back to the car even with my resistance you took me home.
I’m sick of the things you have said and done while leaving me high and dry.
I’m so messed up from what you've said and I’m on the brink of dieing out, of 
this place you call my home.
I’ve tried to make since of all the things you have said to me, But it is impossible 
to stay on track. Some people shouldn’t be alive. That’s how I feel.
Like I’m not needed in this life, even though it might hold something I should 
uncover,
I’ve never searched these things in mind that should be found, but yet apparently
unattainable to keep track, it’s almost impossible to grab a hold of the thing that 
are most vital to your life. 
When you are in a life where all you do is getting smashed and seared. And you 
try and try to help me up, but you took one move… You took the one wrong move...
You took me home. Because of you my life now sucks!
And it’s now whirling out of my control 
I feel I’m fading from this place that you have brought me to 
So take my away from here I need not to see your face in front of mine 
So get away... away from me!
Why is it when you call my name, I’m put in a state of misery
I’m am so perplexed, can’t see straight
I’ve tried to go and find my-self it's just so frustrating
I can’t take the fact that you entered my life at an age that I do not know
And I try to ask my-self what can I do to help me out of this awful state
Of misery.
Than you made an effort to help me up, but then I see a whole new being and it’s 
not you but somewhat else… I see… I see My-self!?!
I think I helped my soul from this death I think that I have come to my sixth 
senses and have turned my life around.
But you still make that one last go to start this all another time
You took me home with this agony
And I ask you one last time why did you make my life this living hell!?!


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Hydrophilia

Shores caress
through weathered reefs,
as foams embrace 
the soles of dwellers;
Rays may pierce, though balanced by breeze;
Now, I know
why souls loathe leaving.

Nothingness seen
through murmurs in the air;
Fowls chant caws
before kissing the waves;
Pick the carapace 
that hermits left, 
and listen to the carols
of alto waves.

The subtle bite of brine on lips
invites one to perform
a solo French kiss.
The balm of the palms and coconut leaves
enchants beings to succumb 
in hypnosis.

As the floor stoops nearer 
the heart of the earth,
blue transitions from cerulean to cobalt.
Through gossamer film, a menagerie performs
enthralling victims
to plunge the deep.


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Deliverance

A white dove landed on my arm and whispered in my ear
                 "when you die you fly."
thats when Isaw the truck coming towards me
I guess the dove's saying was true, cause that day Iflew


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