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Details | Narrative | |

The Clouds

THERE HE WAS HOLDING OUT HIS HAND.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

by;PD


Details | Rhyme | |

Forgotten Heroes of the Somme

Over the top lads, for old Blighty! Hold the colours high!
Say a little prayer for me, for this summer day we die.
My brothers from the ripened field and blackened mill, shop floor, 
Your brother in a killing field to fight a rich man’s war.

In bloodied mud and shattered wood, fight legions of the brave,
Unwitting youth, you’ll do your duty until you’re in the grave.
A sergeant greets a fresh-faced boy, “welcome to the slaughter!”
Here you die from three diseases, bullet, gas or mortar.

In arms we fight together and in leaden hails we pass,
We die amongst the filth and stench that once was verdant grass.
“In the morning we will remember them” we hear the leaders call,
Those fickle words of history, will not remember us all.


Details | Epic | |

Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis

ONE WORD~

Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis, 
Running through my mind,
Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis, 
Running through my veins,
                                   
A silica odor, dust walks through a fresh desert night, 
Cool air beneath and above the sea.
A warm furnace smell, I don’t understand.
Intricate to rise and receive without knowing.
Up ahead in a virtue distance, 
A mysterious poisonous effluvium light-     
My face feels like a leaf'
My sun holds up its own pendulum rods. 
Inflammation comes and settles in for the night,
There it stands in a pertinacious manner, with quality.  
I resurrect this air created from madness, all over again.
Twilight, rain stranger than strange.
Visions, pursue my path into an infested dark pasture.
"From the red Heaven I fell into the waters of a cobalt Hell"

Perhaps this venerable moment, will pass slower than slow.
PERHAPS NOT!
If I accept, and then decline.
Would this balance the precocious state I live in?
How about when wrong directions follow my promiscuous ways.  
Is my conglomeration of ideas, no longer safe?	
When I no longer value the values of the young.
Will I sleep at the mercy of his ancient heart.
They're the voices give and take from our health. 

Today, those soft, perfect eyes are calling from far away,
Ashes high, vapors and infection welding me.
The bright skies swallow every thin silver line,
Where the clouds sit somehow~ in bacteria….
UNITY! 
YES UNITY! Fantabulously-fantastic!
Always, wanting more than love can touch.

We are living' it up with no alibis!
A way to be and not to BE!
The champagne leaves their cup.
Awaken in a life, disturbed ~ NOW INTERRUPT!
Only in this world, lava will reach her lips.
Prisoners and doers; 
All night…. Too late for a treatment.
Lungs, decaying, evil rats. 
Direction, affection, ending all the inhalation.

Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis, 
Running through my lungs,
Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis, 
Flat-lined my life ____/\ /\___ ___/\______/\___ _______________

By; pd


Details | Ballad | |

The Ballad of the Poet

*The Dead Poet*

Many blocks along the road, 
Kicking down walls of heavy stones, 
Yet no one could draw through the walls of her lonely bones.
A poet who could not write what's inside. 
Her pen had gone ink dry. 
Her beady eyes lost the feel of an angelic realm.
She tried! 
She tried, until she could no longer cry!
A poet who stuttered with the mind and out came no words.
This poet hangs on a mount with a picture that tells a sad tale.
A poem that broke verses in a Carpe diem dream.
She ruffled her arms once more, as if she could fly.
Still nothing, 
Everything felt dead inside. 

Trap in a mental state that clots the willing vein.
Isolating her form in a room with no door.
She strays this away from the feel of the marvel pen.
To never go back, and feel again.

In the most ominous way,
She lets out a cry, 
A cry, never heard before. 
Running from this evil, that stain her world. 
 
Words buried deep and behind a new exterior box, 
Her insides gasp all the air of airs once alive. 
A talon drop into the next,
This troublesome poet gave up on everything. 
Had nothing left, but the empty space within. 

Next!
She curls herself into a fetal world.
At last, she closes her eyes, to feel no more.
A poet who died the day, joy wiped the glee from her face.

by;PD


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Suicide Masterpiece

Suicide Masterpiece

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

------
stop the suicide 

by:-)


Details | Rhyme | |

What Only Angles Hear

Daddy never did understand.
That violence doesnt bring comfort.
A lost soul seeking acceptance from a unwelcome hand.

She was silent no one ever knew.
The secrets behind her bruised eyes.
A shocking victem none but all had a clue.

She cried to empty walls never speaking aloud from fear.
A confession of pain and shattred trust.
this is only what angles hear.

Scars selfinflicted  are better than that 
dirty feeling.
As she lays a broken shell gazing  at the celling.

She questions if others know what will they say.
Doing whatever it takes to stay numb.
Innocence lost a parent should never betray.

The guilt was placed apon the wrong head.
Void of all emotion.
No child should yern to be dead.

At times it gets to uncomfortable so in 
another direction we  steer.
For at times it's just to painful to stomach.
What only angles  hear.


Details | Free verse | |

GRANDPA

*GRANDMA WAITS IN THE GARDEN*

Hi grandpa it's me again!
Your dentures sit in an open glass
Do you remember the tears grandma sang before she passed?
The way she looked into your eyes, 
Moments before she said her goodbyes
Grandpa, I found a note from grandma, she doesn't want you to cry.

Hi grandpa, it’s me again!
The rocking chair is old and dusty
Do you remember the way grandma sat me on her lap?
Read many stories before I took a nap
How she enjoyed brushing my hair with her hands
Love the way she rocked me to sleep every night until I grew. 

Hello grandpa!
I stored your hearing aid away
Do you remember that special musical box in grandma's drawer? 
I opened it last night, to watch the ballerina dance
I wish you could hear the tiny chimes grandma lived in
I hope you don’t mind, I’m keeping grandmothers favorite scarf.

Hello Grandpa!
I'm caressing grandma’s picture frame
Do you like the way she looked in that pretty sundress?
Grandpa, I miss the things grandmother did for you
I like the walking stick she handcrafted, the day your needed support
It kept you in balance every time we took long hikes in the woods.

Hello grandpa, it's me again! 
Here I sit holding your hand
I have no more tears
Soon you will see grandma
Please tell her hi, and I know you will be there the day I die
Bye, grandpa
Give grandma a kiss, and tell her I miss her

By; PD


Details | Free verse | |

A Wish -re-post-

A WISH -- In Memory Of 

"I Wish"

I wish I could blow air into your little lungs, 
The day my daughter brought your stillborn body into this world. 
Hold your little body warm, 
And tell my little girl you have her cute little nose....
Count your little fingers, and kiss your little toes....

I wish, 
I could look into your daring eyes, 
Facing a little boy, who's ready for this world
I wish,
I could tell my daughter you have her beautiful brown eyes...
Sadly, it’s not like that.
How can I tell my daughter everything will be all right?
When a piece of my heart was stolen with her's,
When giving birth to her son, my grandson 
March 25, 2013---- How it Hurts! 
~~~
O’ how I wish, you entered this world crying
Instead, we're the ones left in tears of sorrow
~~~
How I wish you could be, 
And not this feeling you left inside
How I wish, God could explain why o' why o' why?

Mostly, I WISH grandma could fix this, and make 
your mommy feel, the joy she was robbed of.

In memory of my grandson: ---Bael Lesley G.
Born March 25, 2013  ---   RIP March 25, 2013

----------
by;PD  :-(


Details | Free verse | |

Soul mates solace

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


Details | Narrative | |

Sweetest Love Note

One night a guy & a girl were
driving home from the movies. The
boy sensed there was
something wrong because of the painful
silence they shared between them
that night. The girl then asked the boy to pull over
because she wanted to talk. She told him that her
feelings had changed & that it was time to move on.
A silent tear slid down his cheek as he
slowly reached into his pocket & passed her a folded note.
At that moment, a drunk driver was speeding down
that very same street. He swerved
right into the drivers seat, killing the boy.
Miraculously, the girl survived. Remembering the note, she
pulled it out & read it.
"Without your love, I would die."


Details | Ballad | |

This Song is for my Mother

This song is for my mother
Let her hear me cry
I couldn’t bring myself to write it
‘Til this darkened day arrived
A song about old promises 
Made so long ago
Created and cremated
Ashes of the words I spoke

Long separated by the miles
Distanced from her golden smiles
Memory of a mother
Shared my dreams and really cared

Long separated by the miles
Distanced from her golden smiles
Mama…
I know I wasn’t there……

For you

Would have placed 
A magic carpet 
‘neath your weak and shaky legs

Would have raised
A strong west wind
Let you breathe with ease again

Would have bribed 
God’s venal angels
Come and soothe your endless pain

Would have vanquished
All the demons
And bring peace to you again

Be the child
I never knew
In a land
We won’t grow old

Be the light
I always loved
Warmed my dark 
And lonely soul

Be the girl
Playing games
In a world 
The sun won’t set

Be the laughter
Calms my heart
I never will forget
I won’t forget, won’t forget

This song is for my mother
Let her hear me cry
Couldn’t bring myself to write it
‘Til this darkened day arrived
Song about old promises 
Made so long ago
Created….cremated
Ashes of the words I spoke

I broke my promises, oh mama
Now you’ve gone away 
I’m broken
Drowning in the pain each day

I’m  drowning…drowning...drowning…drowning

This song is for my mother
Let her hear me…….



Details | Rhyme | |

Suicide Mind

What makes the decision
To flick the switch
To end ones life
For the sake of it
 
Troubled, debts
Bullied at school
Fork in the road
To let death rule
 
Mums, dads
Daughters and sons
What ever affects them 
They just can't outrun
 
Sadness and tears
By all left behind
Will they ever understand
Suicide Mind


Details | Prose Poetry | |

A Girl From Darfur

I can show you where the brimstone sun has no remorse,
and where devils on horseback, have burned our homes, have pillaged our farms.
A killing spree,   the drum of guns, some tried to flee, but died,... each one.
The screams, I dream! Oh, the cries........the cries....... 
I try to mute the sound of them
For...,  I was there, I hid in fear,  was somehow spared, but now I look for 
something, ...something, ...something, here, ...someone to care.
A bit of food, a bit of shade, such bitter taste is in my mouth
A world of hate. To have no shoes,...a walking ghost.....
a blistered soul, I have no hope....  but nothing, nothing left. 
My eyes are blurred, and fires burn, a heavy world, shouts out despair.

Where are the flowers that used to bloom, where are voices, that once I knew?
There are no flowers here...just flies, in waist-deep dust, and a hot orange sun,
that coughs up sounds of fear and guns, and swords and words against my ears, I 
live in fear with no one here. 
I'm just a girl,  or at least I was....    for just a while.

I was defiled, when found by one
He spared my life, but did not see, I'd rather die than be this girl, who feels the 
shame in being free.
I once had a mother, I once had a father, I once had a brother who made me smile
Where did spirits, lift and go, when the devils on horseback came to kill? Spilling 
blood as if for fun?  For thrill? For what? 
Where were the Gods? Where are the ones who turn their heads?
In desert's dust with blood red crust.  They poisoned our wells, burned out our land, 
ravished and raped, and relished their brand......, 
nomads came, leaving shame, evil and horror came like rain.
 
Janjaweed, the name, I cannot say... I live with shame, a world, insane
I try to sleep, but I cannot........I can't forget and I am lost, the cost too much,
a swollen tongue and calloused feet,  across a land of bleached white bones
Alone, alone,....lost and done...a vanished heart......no one sees me  
There are no flowers, there are no trees, 
Famine as my lone companion, a pool of mud a home to stay,
Life drains out more every day, my belly swells....my eyes are parched,
and I can't tell
if I'm alive, or if I'm dead, dried up tears are what I shed....
Where are the flowers for my head? I've been scorned, 
all I have, and all I see is wind and rain, sorrow and pain
thorns, and dust, and a grave, that waits for me



__________________________________________________
Inspired By Cyndi's Challenge on Genocide 8/28/2014
Devils on Horseback – The Darfur genocide (ongoing) The Janjaweed (translated, 
devils on horseback) slaughter and rape the women, men and children of Darfur. As 
of today, 480,000 people have been “exterminated” and 2.8 million displaced.

Let's not turn our heads away from this, or from other atrocities being committed 
throughout the world.


Details | Verse | |

Companion

The old man sits in his chair by the door
His dog lies beside him curled up on the floor
Ever since that day when the man lost his wife
that dog had, to him, been the whole of his life

With his constant companion through all those long days
he'd sit in the sun enjoying its rays
It seemed like for hours the old man had dozed
A faint smile on his face and his eyes tightly closed

The dog licks his hand and emits a faint whine
and looks up at his face as if for a sign
but the man doesn't move, just continues to smile
so the dog lays back down on the floor for a while

The dog gets its ball, lays it down at his feet
but the man takes no notice, just stays still in his seat
He nudges the ball as if he were saying
"What's wrong with you, why aren't you playing"

Then, as if in acceptance, the dog quietly sighs
and looks up one last time with adoring eyes
The dog keeps his vigil through the night 'til next day
ever since, that sad morning, when the man passed away 


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Natural Born Dreamers

"Still Born"

Shh!! Mommy, quiet quiet she is still sleeping...
Shh!! Mommy, quiet quiet she is off dreaming... 
Shh!! Mommy, before you wake her: “My baby sister!”

Now look what you have done, you gone and woke her!
Please mommy do not tell her what you expect and will concur. 
She is silently listening to the unique secret found in every waking minute.   
Making movements, imposing that her dreams come with no limit.

Shh!! Mommy, she is off dreaming again,
Waiting for another day to end,
Hasting the way you count every minute before she arrives.

Shh!! Mommy, she is not ready yet.
She told me a secret when I press my ear near your nest.
She is hesitating the moment for you to hear her newborn cries.
She is not ready for you to count her fingers and look into her eyes.
She likes it in your womb where it is nice and warm.
She is in a dream protected by a place where angles swarm.
~
Dear:
Mommy I fell asleep when you sang that beautiful lullaby..
Mommy, mommy, I’m ready to see her: “My baby sister!”
I want to play with her- Is she everything we dreamed of.
~

I’m sorry mommy, I do not understand why you cry!
I was not there when the angels woke her without saying goodbye.
Mommy, why did God call and take her home? 
Mommy, I am still here, please do not feel alone.
 

Shh!! Mommy, do not cry no more.
Mommy, please wipe those tears, and show me how to be brave.
Mommy, stop, listen, and feel her smile and wave.
She will always listen, when you visit her grave.

Hi mommy, why don't you stand by her grave anymore?
Mommy, I see you weep no more.
Mommy is she no longer asleep nor in dreams?
Is she in a better land with no trials and deems?

Mommy, now I see every one’s heart is clear, and no longer stillborn.
Mommy, now life must go on, and in it, we will always have time to mourn. 
**
One more thing, mommy thank you for holding my hand,
I am just a sibling, who needed time to understand.

by;PD

((for contest))


Details | Narrative | |

---And the Angel Looked On

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Constance's Angels in Cemeteries contest
 June 18, 2011


Details | Ballad | |

Disturbed Child

That disturbed child
The teen girl with no friends, 
and is rejected by her loved ones
She feels broken inside,
like theres no other choice
She takes the iron razor, 
she puts it to her arm and hopes the pain will fade,
but in the end it only makes her feel worse
She does this to herself not because she is sad, 
but because she doesn't think any one cares
She thinks 
What if I put this razor to my throat,
and ended my life
Would they care then?
She feels like no one cares 
What she doesn't realize is, 
if she died a river of tears would come,
even faster then the blood would run from her
If she only knew life can be brighter 
If she would only see, 
that she is loved
That disturbed child, 
We miss her
and theres no getting her back
What could we have done
Was there any changing her mind
Only God knows


Details | Narrative | |

The Rose

Once bloomed a rose so young and fair
With dark brown eyes and long black hair

Beside her be a tall dark tree
Whose branches stretch to smother thee

Too close beside the shadowy bark
That soon begins to leave its mark

She cries for help, but none shall hear
Her thorns too sharp, who’d dare go near?

To save this rose, who’d risk their life?
With naught to gain but pain and strife

Alone, afraid, she lays to rest
Her heart beats low inside her chest

And with the hour growing near
She sheds her final grieving tear

And so the rose soon falls asunder
Her final day, eternal slumber

She lies beside the old dark tree
The only one who mourns for thee


Details | Rhyme | |

Oh Vulturous World

Note:***This poem is meant to be read from the bottom to the top, left to right 
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Never Again
and you remain—

For the World has gone from me and fled
The stairway of my mind shall never end
I accept the fate with the grinning dead
Hello again demons, hello friends

I remain

Alas! I fall and I am done
Tell me where have you fled, my love, my friend?
For a moment I gaze upon the sun
Here I am on earth again

1 Stair Remains

Why can’t I be free?
Tell me, why aren’t they looking at thee?
Why are they looking at me?

2 Stairs Remain

The garments of comfort I long to wear 
Knowing in my heart that I’ll never win 
I skip that grimy third stair
Like most of my life has been

3 Stairs Remain

Though my infected feet leave bloodstains
I can’t release even a single tear
The poisons encompass my river of veins
I step on thorns of wrath and fear
Enshrouded with pain!

4 Stairs Remain

Oh, how am I to survive?
Relieve me from this ever-fixed sadness
Why can’t you just be alive? 
Cease this madness!

5 Stairs Remain

As you breathe your very last breath
The devilish fiends laugh at me
They are blaming me for your death
The deaths of the masses are calling me

6 Stairs Remain

The carcasses you feed upon are glaring
Oh! vulturous world so full of greed
When everyone is staring
God, redeem me!
I just can’t succeed

7 Stairs Remain

Of other fiendish sins
And I feel the shivers 
Drowned by the turbulent wind
My stale breath quivers

8 Stairs Remain

Though we all aren’t free
They laugh below in the hole where I fell
The demons are haunting, taunting me
Alone I wander blindly out of hell

9 Stairs Remain

And my will is close to gone…
The stairway continues on
Forever hungry, forever stale
I toil through death’s dark vale

10 Stairs Remain

Why can’t we be free?
My resistance is nearly gone
The wretches are watching, stalking me
I’m too exhausted to move on


Details | Free verse | |

The Red Babushka

Nineteen twenty-four and the wind was cold,
When men in uniform entered our town;
Forced us to leave in their boxcars,
Made us believe that it was for our own safety.

With no time to fix our things
We hurriedly got in the box.
And when everyone was in,
The doors were locked.

The place was hell
For not even a whisper of wind 
Could enter the place,
Nor could a light shine through its walls.

Our eyes were dry and lips cracked
Plead for just a single drop;
As four nights and days we travelled
Inside the cars with no food or water.

The box unimaginable in its very state,
For dung and human liquid fragranced the place.
Weak-hearted both young and old struggled to live
Even the strong wished not to survive.

And on the fourth day, the box went to a halt!
Survivors were singing songs to God;
“Please end this tormented journey,
And deliver us home safely.”
Light shone as the heavy doors were opened!
We dropped to our knees
Hoping the place was Paradise
But Paradise was it not for we were in Hell. 

Ironically, the gate held words
Like that as ‘Beware of the Dog.’
Written in frostbitten wood saying:
“ARBEIT MACHT FREI.”

My mind was puzzled upon seeing those,
How could labor set you free,
When labor here meant
Dying in force and agony.

Schnell! 
Jew, work or die!
Schnell!
Jew, never complain and lie!

Those were the words 
That became music in our ears,
As we bent our bones
Working for freedom that is bound.

Schnell!
Jew, form your lines!
Schnell!
Jew, the choosing has come!

And in this place we call Hell,
An Angel waits for preys.
Not to feed to its cherubim
But to the ovens decay.

Schnell!
Jew, old and sick!
Schnell!
Jew, to the ovens burn!

As the sun paints the sky red,
A gray smoke danced with the setting clouds,
And in the heavens, the old and sick smile
Grateful to be forever free from the Angel.

On and on, the days passed by
Not faster but years it seem.
Millions were killed by the monsters of time,
Feeding them to the hungry gas ovens.

Then one even night,
I dreamt of food, of home,
Of freedom and safety
And a voice calling me to follow.

I had no choice but to obey,
For in that moment I was already tired,
Sick and losing hope that once was mine
But seem to be forever lost. 

On the 16th of March,
I lied still in my shelf.
I slept forever smiling,
With my red babushka in hand.

But disappointed and angry was I
To share the very day of my death
To the birth of the Malach-ha-mavis:
The Angel of Death.


Details | I do not know? | |

Today Tomorrow Forever

                                 This day has come
                                 The day I've dreaded
                                 Dad I wish I could be
                                 in your arms once again,
                                  But I can only sit here
                                   and think of you instead,
                                I think of all memories
                                 we've once shared
                               I remember all your laughter
                                your love and your care,
                               when I needed someone you 
                              were always there,
                             But know my life is full of 
                             Emptiness and despair
                            Oh dear Dad you've been
                             gone almost a year
                             Still this pain is so severe
                            My heart is drowning in all
                              these tears
                          Consumed with all these
                           Rage and Fears,
                            wishing this was all
                              a horrid nightmare,
                         Your truly gone this I know,
                         I just want to tell you that
                         I still love you so, and I'll
                         hold on to your memories
                         I'll never let go,
                        For you were my Hero
                         You were my Dad,
                       you were one of my best friends
                       That a daughter could of ever 
                              had,
                        Now I know you're up there
                        and watching over me
                        with your beautiful spirit 
                        soaring so free,
                       I can feel your presence
                       always surrounding me
                      I just want you to remember 
                             Dad
                    That you'll always be
                    Today, Tomorrow, Forever
                    A Cherished part of 
                                             ME.....
 
                                             I STILL LOVE YOU DAD....HAPPY FATHERS DAY 


Details | Rhyme | |

Dying, we awake to eternal life.

His fragile fevered brow is soaked with life’s sweat
Nearing the end, his death has not arrived just yet
Shivering, his body is on fire, he makes a gentle sigh  
His frame broken down by the years now passed by
The end of the final chapter, his book has grown old
Soon in a faith filled church, his past tales will be told
He’s a person, loved, surrounded by his living history
His family hold one another, parts of his closing story 
Go quietly now love, for the time has come to move on
Hush now, your wearied tiredness, is oh so nearly gone
Soon the warmth of living will become so stiff and cold
Leaving this earth’s dusty soil, so as to join an eternal fold
He enters deaths doorway that will close quickly behind
A peace beyond imagination, a kind welcome he will find
Tears flow, fond goodbyes are spoken a kiss of farewell
Do not mourn too long have faith, know he is now well.

Patrick Brennan © 2010


Details | Verse | |

The Dogs Of Warsaw

They slipped their chains and spread their brains
On walls of bricks and mortar,
Bared their teeth in their belief,
Prepared themselves for slaughter.

Howled aloud in the smoke and cloud
That prowled the streets and alleys,
The sounds they made in their parade
Echoed down the valleys.

They shed their blood in crimson flood,
It stained the roads and gutters,
And people hid and crossed themselves
Behind their doors and shutters.

The gunfire cracked and bodies stacked
As one fell on the other,
When it was done and lived there none,
Each sister mourned each brother.

The sun it rose, diseased and froze
Out on a wracked horizon,
The jackboot bastards drank their fill
And cried out: “What’s our poison!”

Black as soot on a winter night,
Thin with eyes red to the core,
The tourists armed with skulls and guns
Beheld the Dogs of Warsaw.

Torn like rags in a threshing mill,
Shapeless sprawl on a killing floor
Yet history will not forget
The butchered Dogs of Warsaw.


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Don't ask me to apologize

Don't ask me to apologize for being the monster inside
I refuse to set any agony i have aside
Don't ask me to torch out the fuse i have growing
There is so much torment behind this face without anyone knowing
Don't ask me to unmask this demon i enshrine deep in the dark
It fuels my spirit, whats left of me creating a tiny spark
Don't ask me to let go of the past
All the exploitation has been passed
Don't ask me to neglect the flashbacks you put into my head
So many wounds on my arms from the times you made me bled
Don't ask me to excuse all the sin you created
Cause my heart is buried distant enough it has to be gated
Don't ask me to uncoil and live a little
For how many times you beat me till my bones became brittle
Don't ask me to not dread all of this
I'd have to count the times of deaths i'd nearly miss
You've made me the monster
now don't ask me to apologize


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Never Look Back

Captivated by the rising tide, alone she stood

On a solemn piece of rock. The darkness

Lingered over; correcting her daylight.

Death in its inevitability took the form of ocean.

Amidst the fleeting light, an absence and 

Neglect writhed behind her eyes,

Draining her malevolence, turning it to fear.

A tapestry of thought weaved onto her shoulder,

Lethargy strained through her. Never fighting the

Overpowering desire to sleep. One foot first,

Never look back, for the

End, is here.


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Weeping

 
~~ Beyond my sorrow, there is a path that beckons; I could go that way . . . Or stay and hold hands with death, and weep upon a cold stone . . . ___________________________ August 16, 2014 Tanka Entered in the contest, Any 5 line Poem, Poet Destroyer First Place


Details | Rhyme | |

ME, LOOKING BACK AT ME

    BOOM!! Explosion,
   fire, smoke, serene...
As I realize what has happened;
  Just what i've done to me...
Focusing, I regain clear vision;
  As i'm gazing straight towards me,
  I see myself, Bloodied;
       Crumpled in a seat...
I look upon all the chaos,
   that now lyes before me;
Almost as if, as if in total disbelief,
   of the horror that's been created...
              created within me,
           by me,  for me,
                  too me...
Lifeless, no movement from my chest;
      Lifeless, without momement;
             No breath...
  My eyes opened wide
      potruding, it seem's;
As if frightened, or caught by surprise;
     I lie there, looking directly back at me,
               mesmerized.
As I watch  myself, lying there,
  My eyes, looking into my eyes;
      I drift some, just a little;
I'm farther away now,
       still aware of my feelings;
            Emotions,
somehow still apart of me...
    Overwhelmed with regret,
        of what I now see;
  Alone, no movement;
   Me, Looking back at Me...


Details | Free verse | |

The Day That Died Forever

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Day was Life,Night is Death

And the latter has given counsel on my final steps


Details | Elegy | |

I Remember

I remember all the nights we use to play, 
but now I can't play anymore because your not here today.
Your here in my heart and that will never fade away.
Sometimes I would be a hard-headed child,
but in your eyes you saw an angle smile. 

I love you like God love the family, unconditionally.
I remember your brown eyes, gray hair, for you were wise.
I also remember when you had to leave, so your soul could be free.
See, I'm older; more mature, and understand what's going
on, but back then I was only four.

I still remember that day like it was yesterday. 
Well, you were buried that day and everyone had a sad face. 
I remember that day very well indeed, as I looked at you 
and pleaded that you wouldn't leave me. 
Now you’re gone and I have to be strong for both 
of us, so our love can live through people who love us.


Details | Free verse | |

the PoEt and THEE GREATEST POEM NEVER SPOKE

WAIT!

the poet laughed
there's love to document
there's passion, there's hate!

WAIT!

where's my pen, my typer? 
my life is my art

Living passed by and the world did it's thing, rotating, tilting, and changing
but the poet sat idle, conjuring thought 
he dreamt aloud, awake 
of simple times
he drank
he smoked, lied, and bargained
yet never put into motion 
what realities he should have, could have sought 
funny how it happens for the poet
poetically tragic, this nothing whatsoever 


WAIT!

cried the overweight, medicated poet
cornered by walls of his own brain
such a creative mind wasting away
a mind with fingers
no friends, and without eyes

the Poet scurried, smelling rain one day
so he looked to the window and wrote "Thee Greatest Poem Never Spoke"
trees gave leaves to fall and winter gave way to crawl 
then blew it's load
the poet spoke again,

WAIT!

these beauteous seasons are the very reason my pen leaks prolific ink of lines so great
then spring sprung 
bells rang and flings flung
but the poet failed to dare to love
women and children and angels passed his tearful face
and he gasped

WAIT!

I must write and express and show this amazing grace
 
sadly summer came and went again
upon it's glorious exodus the poet wrote and wrote
more and more of stars he never saw 
and of rain his skin failed to feel
and of things he could only imagine
tears of everything doused the poet's pale cheek and he ate the pain which enveloped him
dim lights appeared as a nightmare 
and finally one bright light of tunnel vision sizzled his name 
the name he'd long since forgotten
just like everyone else

wait...the poet whimpered
wait... 

tho' fate 
would not,
could not,
WAIT.


Details | Free verse | |

Winter

i peer
through lacy curtains
that night has sewn
upon my window

at footsteps
that lead to you

the stars weave themselves
between the clouds
of winter's loom

a cold wind howls
beneath the unseen moon

a mother's lullaby

i feel the hands of time
 gently tap
from the edge of night
and sanity

i sit alone
beneath the shadows
and watch
as my footsteps
fade to white


Details | Rhyme | |

This Brick Wall

One by one through the years 
A wall was built with pain and fears
Brick by brick it was laid
On solid ground where it stayed
I tried to listen as you spoke to me 
Words of wisdom and prophecy
Yet, I could not hear through the wall 
Built with strength as not to fall
Then one day from the sky 
I thought I heard an angel cry
Weeping softly teardrops fell 
Gathered from life's wishing well
Two more angels joined her side 
And hand in hand all three cried
Thunder bellowed, rain did fall 
Tearing down my sturdy wall
Yet, through the fog I found my way 
So brick by brick I build today


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Holding a wilting red rose

~~

I carried it on my lap all the way to you,
    The bus ride was so long, so long, Mom;
Lost in old memories of you and me, together, 
              I just looked out the window all the way.

                        Holding a wilting red rose ~

The gate of the cemetery creaked as usual,
     The path filled with many crumbling leaves;
Cool wind took my long raven hair blowing it back,
              I felt my tears falling as I neared your tomb.

                         Holding a wilting red rose ~

I stood for a long time with my eyes closed,
     The words carved in stone and in my heart;
Feeling the pride of a daughter for a wonderful Mom,
                I fell to my knees weeping for what is lost.

                           Holding a wilting red rose ~

Then at last I rose and dried the forever tears,
    I touched the words carved  on your cold tomb;
And retraced my steps down the path, closing the gate,
                I boarded the bus and was soon lost in thought.

                             Holding a wilting red rose ~

                                            . . . . . still


________________________________
May 11, 2014

Verse




                             


Details | Haiku | |

How Fast it Dries

the jaguar's tear
slides off his single whisker
clouds do sigh

three offspring
dragged into the river's teeth
one remains

they both stretch
the moment of sorrow lost
life leaps on


Details | Rhyme | |

Slowly Dying

I'm overcome with grief
as I slowly die inside.
They tell me this is normal, 
and everything will be alright.

I can't seem to eat a meal,
or close my eyes to dream.
All I visualize is your face, 
then accidentally scream.

I can't seem to leave my home, 
whats the point anyways?
Without you standing by my side
life is nothing but a waste.

Maybe soon enough I'll join you, 
as I slowly die inside.
When I finally enter the gates of pearl
everything will be alright.


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The thoughts of a bi-polar

Who am I and what am I to say?,
All I've got to do is play,
Along in a game I don't understand,
Make people come to my land,
A deal that you don't think about,
Something thats going to start out,
A trend that will last for years,
Making people come to tears,
Arguing points that don't get across,
Having to deal with a great loss,
This is my life and these are my words,
Circling around like I'm in herds,
Playing games with my head,
Maybe I would be better off dead.


Details | I do not know? | |

Bath of Blood

I sit here shaking in this warm water
The pain has come, for my life to barter.
Should i do it, let everything go.
I grab that razor and never let go.

I tilt my head back and take a breath
I soon feel the pain inside my chest.
My heart is pounding faster and faster.
I think in my head now I\'m the master.

Cutting and cutting away that pain
as the blood drips down, my life slowly fades.
I drop the blade, and watch it fade, into the 
Bath of blood that i have made.

Everythings gone, my life to.
into that red liquid, that makes me and you.
i am now free of all that pain, and all the suffering that never went away.

So now i lay here in my Bath of blood, looking down in at the soapy suds. Was it 
a dream or was it a fantasy.
I look at my wrists....and they still bleed.


Details | I do not know? | |

Two Little Girls

Three Little Girls:
That's what we were,
Standing outside the school,
You, me, and her.
I remember how it felt 
When you began to cry,
The weighted look of sadness
Reflecting in your eyes.
You missed the place you'd been before,
Where you had built a life,
And here among such harshness,
You had met much strife.

A year later, two little girls we were,
The other off on her own.
We were two in love with the same boy,
And a great friendship had grown.
You'd tease me and we'd laugh,
For hours that seemed like days,
And even though it was you he chose,
Our friendship did not go away.

Two little girls: that's what we were,
Friends until the very end.
As the years passed by,
More & more time together we would spend.
Though maybe not as close, 
Were we, as I wish we could have been,
Our friendship was a strong one, 
Unlike any I had seen.
You never pulled away,
Or said you needed space.
You'd greet me at the door, We'd link arms, a great smile upon your face.

One little girl: that's what I am,
Now that you left me.
I needed you so much,
But I suppose you never really did see.
Two friends, we are, torn apart,
However, our friendship will live on.
For true friendship knows know limits,
The barrier an invisible line that has been drawn.

You're still with me, here, even today,
But your smile I cannot see.
Though you pulled away,
We're closer now than I could have ever hoped to be.

Two little girls: that's what we are,
For no one could pull us apart.
Just like those still with me,
You'll be forever in my heart.
If I had known you'd leave me here alone,
I would have tied you to my side.
I knew not of your intentions,
For the truth you chose to hide. 
You haven't left me here alone,
I just long to hear your voice.
You wrote "The End" to your story,
Without giving me a choice.

If I could, I'd hug you now,
The way I forgot to before.
You're still here with me,
But somehow I want more.
I want your laughter to ring out,
Your song to echo through the halls,
To see again the look upon your face when
We went exploring and found only horses' stalls.

I don't want to be one little girl,
Why did our fun have to end?
I want to be two little girls,
Not one who misses her friend.


Details | I do not know? | |

how do I say good-bye?

I walk in the house you made a home.
Now, it's only a house again.
I try to picture you there, but
it's only a dream within me.
What laughter there was
died years ago,
when God closed your eyes
and took your soul.
Deep inside
I know you're free,
but pity takes over.
You've left me.
How do I get passed
the void you've left ?
When in my heart
your memories are kept.
How do I move on
without leaving you behind?
How do I keep you in my heart
and not constantly on my mind?
When does the darkness go into the light?
When will the grass be green and
the sun be bright?
When will I look at your pictures
and just smile at what we had,
instead of crying
for the loss of my dad?
Will this grieving stop
someday soon?
Perhaps, if there's really 
a man in the moon


Details | Rhyme | |

A Little Less Laughter

A little less laughter in the world,
A little more reminiscing;
For that will be the way it goes
With Robin Williams missing.

A lot more tributes yet to come,
A lot of clips to show;
For folks just can't believe
That it was Robin's time to go.

A little less laughter in the world,
A lot more snide asides;
Alas, beneath the comic's mask,
Depression often hides.


Details | I do not know? | |

It's All My Fault

It's all my fault, you see,
I'm the one who did this to me
I say "I love you" when I don't 
Promise to do things when I know I won't 
Everything I love, I throw away
And then as I wander astray
I never even stop to
Find my way back to you.
My life's falling apart in front of me
And I lower down to a knee
To make things like they were before
But, then, comes a feeling I can't ignore
The kind of feeling I've learned to dread
The feeling of darkness filling my head.
Am I stupid or just insane, 
Starting to break from all the pain?
Often I lay awake at night 
Wondering if my life will ever be as bright 
As it was that with that wondrous kiss
That promised me eternal bliss. 
There's so many people, but yet I still feel alone
So many friends, yet I'm still on my own.
Sometimes I just don't know what to do
As I look up to a sky that's no longer blue.
Will someone, please end this insanity
So I don't lose all my humanity
Or will someone just kill me
And put me out of my misery.
Because all I seem to do is cry
And all I really want to do is die.


Details | Free verse | |

Do You Hear Me?

do you hear me
when I cry out
in the middle of the night?
do you hear me
when I grieve for
a brilliant light gone out?
do you feel me
when I long for your love
though your heart has gone still?
do you see me
kneeling by your grave
unable to pray?
do you still believe in me
where ever you've gone
and I'm here alone?
do you see me
gasping for breathe
since the moment you left?


Details | Free verse | |

The Students into Terrorism

The students live in Peshawar
Which is city of flowers
University of terrorism.

The students don't know what is the religion
They don't understand about Jehad 
Actually they have no interest on these...

They love cricket, football, hockey, athletics, cartoon, movie
They read literature, science, history, geography, mathematics
They respect humanism with their god gifted smile
They write poetry about nature...

Unfortunately they are killed by some rented learned killers
The students were not enemy of the killers...

Both are victims by naked politics  
They become two faces of the world.

Believe me dear children
I am crying...
The soul of India is crying...
The Almighty is crying...

We are powerless in the world like you
We have only tears for you...

SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA


Details | Marsiya | |

I'm my Daddy Made Over

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


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

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

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

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

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


Sabrina Niday Hansel



Details | Elegy | |

I Need Your Help Daddy

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

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

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

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







Details | Free verse | |

Dementia

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


Details | Free verse | |

Moments In Time

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

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

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

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


Details | Narrative | |

when autumn comes

here, where I walk,
confused silence swirls around my feet,
and the anguished summer leaves
are lingering limp, waiting for autumn...,
waiting to crumble and mingle with earth
drunk with the morning dew

somewhere beneath them
under the thunder
earth wears the scab of a fresh wound
in a place that will not be forgotten...
corrupt with mourning
sprouting with questions
immersed with regret
hollowed with anger
and shadowed by trees of despair

birch-bark faces, heads bent low, shadowed eyes
stone-cold voices, carried in the wind, behind disguise
while mute birds watch without a song
the leaves will decay, green goes, and the eye forgets
forget?  never....
while pawing on the hard and bitter earth
of reason, is impossible...

autumn comes
and autumn goes
I will live in hope that baffled minds
will clearly see a winter sun
and give up blaming ... who?



_________________________________


Details | Rhyme | |

Echos of the Heart

I thought of you today, sweetheart,
which is really nothing new.
I thought about you yesterday,
and the day before that too.

I think of you when I'm alone,
I often speak your name!
I keep your lovely photo,
in a golden picture frame.

Your memory's in my make-up.
it's like another body part!
I promise you, my darling,
I keep it locked inside my heart!

I'm told by friends, as time goes by,
that I will slowly heal.
I have my doubts about it,
because the pain is still so real!

Part of me went with you,
when the Good Lord called you home!
It broke my heart to lose you,
now, I must go on alone!

You're with Him now, in Heaven,
so all that I can do,
is say a little prayer each day,
till He calls me home, with you!

Poetic form:  Rhyme
Ralph Taylor
I love this poem because I wrote
it  to Una, my loving wife of 54 years,
who recently passed away. 



Details | Verse | |

Rust Sleeps

Rust sleeps without the churchyard
on the blunt perimeter rails,
on the bloom of iron stabbing up
into the pelt of rain.

Rust sleeps upon the fence posts
where the wire is nailed to wood
and the metal burns an ochre tint
beneath the sodium arc.

Rust sleeps atop the hinges
of the pub door so to screech
a shrill alert to drunken ears
of some returning ghost.

Rust sleeps upon the riverbed,
suicide pushed into the deep,
trolleys severed by the silt,
dead baby prams beside.

Rust sleeps in feasts of coma night
and eats small mouthfuls of the moon,
spits corrosion at the stars
and dulls this razor life. 


Details | Narrative | |

The Empty Tissue Box

My heart was in such pain
I felt like I was going to go insane
I just don't know what to do 
And my eyes full of tears that distort my view

I fell to my knees and felt the urge
My muscle tighten and pin needles struck me like a surge
My body was warm and with feelings so confused
My mind felt sadness had fused

I could not conquer my fears
I just sat down and fell into tears
When some close to you passes on
It felt like a warmth has gone

So I raised my hand towards a box that was empty with no tissue
I first was embarrass and had a little bit of issue
All my friends hugged me and said sorry for your loss
So now I cry in my bed and toss


April 14, 2013


Details | Free verse | |

Bill


R.I.P. William Dale Eubanks
d. July 1, 2012, aged 68 yrs., Tennessee Ridge, Tennessee

Death came as no surprise
the first Sunday in July;
it claimed you, on a ridge in Tennessee,
with kin who took you in and waited with you
through the last hard days.
You kept what fears you had well hid,
did not betray with loud complaint
the fate you could not but know awaited.
A smile, a joke, a hug – exotic meals –
And genuine interest greeted all you met.
And you were, certainly, never boring
but well-traveled and smart
beyond the telling.
We’ll miss your wit, your bright demeanor,
and will remember all you freely gave ---
and what you took from us
with your passing.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

I CRY,I CRY,I CRY

I cry,not the tears of joy,I cried when our
 athletes rompt the Olympics,
 
I now cry,tears of anger,tears of disgust,

Tears,enough to drown the wicked,heartless
 people living among us,

I cry tears of astonishment,tears of mis-trust,

So many great lives, disappearing from among us,

I cry,not with fear,but with revenge on my mind,
the taste of blood in my mouth,

Cherisher's of life,lets take back Jamaica,
east to west,north to south,
  
I cry for the weak, time to be strong,

Stop entertaining senseless killers,
walking with them hand in hand,

I cry because these killers have not given
 our children the chance to grow old,

Their lives snuffed out,before reaching their goals,

I cry with the intention of washing, this senseless killing away,

Cry,cry with me Jamaica,cry with me Poetry Soup.....   


Details | Bio | |

Last breath

Please forgive me
for i know not what i do


Details | Light Poetry | |

I Hate You All

Yes you, and you, and you over there
The nerve you all have, it’s sickening
What right do you have to leave this world?
Why do you all die on me?
What is life that you toss it away?
Old and sick, humppph excuses I say
I have had enough
No one must leave
Stop, I command time to STOP
Are my tears not enough?
You all conspire against me, I know
To add me to your collection
Of death
Why? Why? Why?
All your kind smiles, laughter and love
You make the world shine, and give hope
Only to disappear to the afterlife
Is this not cruelty?
I beg of you all, do not go
I have not the strength to carry on
Here, as you all dwindle away
Leaving me to ponder my own mortality
Alone, alone I sit, knowing romance will be kindled once more
Death will come to offer me a final kiss
Whom will hate me?


Details | Light Poetry | |

Secret Cries

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


Details | Haiku | |

The Lost


                                                Innocent lifeless
                                       Pretty children rest in peace
                                             Let us pray for them

                                            The kids were victims
                                       The shooter was victim too
                                             Let's not put a blame

                                                 Exclamation sign
                                          Love family, love it right
                                        Don't loose, hug them tight

                                                  Dear educators
                                           Part of the victims as well
                                               The lifetime tribute

                                           Mourn traveled the world
                                         Burn by cause last on effect
                                               Careful in our steps

Author's Note:
Deep condolance for the victims of Sandy Hook School in Newtown, Connecticut,
Inspired by Zamalea George Poetry "Sweet Children, Sleep"
*****************************************************************
4th place
poetry soup VIGIL" Free Poetry Contest 
Sponsor	SKAT- AB SIN THE-


Details | Rhyme | |

A Soul Awakened

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


Details | Epitaph | |

The Day the Eagle Cried

We will never forget exactly where we were, 
	We will never forget exactly what we were doing, 
		We could never forget the loss we felt – 9/11/01.

We saw the birth of amazing heroes,
	We mourned with the grief of thousands,
		We marveled at the strength of the human spirit.

It was the day we held our children more closely,
	It was the day the American Family was reborn,
		And the day we became “One Nation, Under God.”

We heard those resounding words, “A plane hit the tower”,
	We watched in disbelief as the second tower fell to earth,
		And we heard the most heroic of words, “Let’s Roll!”

There were so many lessons that we learned,
	There are so many memories to be held dear,
		There was “Old Glory” – still standing to give us hope.

Firemen, Policemen, Clergy and Civilians-
	Were taken from us in a few fleeting moments,
		We saw a flight of angels, and an Eagle cry.

We became the strongest and most formidable of enemies,
	The most united in spirit and purpose in decades,
		We were filled with renewed honor and pride.

Yes, we lost the very innocence of our being,
	We lost the complacency of everyday routine,
		But yet we gained so much more.

For now we know the true meaning of so many, many words –
	“Indivisible”, “In God We Trust”, “United We Stand”
    		and the most important of all -
			“Greater Love Hath No Man Than This”…


Details | Verse | |

A Starfish In Her Hair

The tide rises within me soaked with failure's longing.
The sea siren's reach, out across the land to me.
The moon added its pull and speaks of not belonging.
I am drawn on astral screams to the deep dark sea.

small waves submerge
my pale ankles to my knees --
gulls cry

The weight of clothes so cumbersome impedes,
arching down, I let go, each bit of cloth from me.
Salt sea in, the salt sea out, my life concedes
choosing to leave, this go round, in the deep dark sea.

open eyes stare
into a silty brown brine --
bubbles rise

Sinking-down, passively, sadness abating 
Strands of silvered seaweed, chill, gently beckoning me
my limbs entwined in death's sweet embrace abiding
minnows greet me with a kiss, from the deep dark sea.

starfish 
in her hair --
fog horn
 


Details | Dizain | |

Prolonged Exposure

I’ve covered the mirrors in our house
With colored sheets, while choking on grief
Black, blue, and green, to my bewildered spouse
Who has wondered what has become of me
And why suddenly I’ve begun mourning

He thinks that I’m a reflection of him
So he doesn’t notice the wounds within
The marring of my spirit’s complexion
Permanent, from his reoccurring sins
That have shaped me into his perfection

My face is clear so you would never guess
That person staring back isn’t me
Mirrors can’t show underlying distress
Only the lie he wants others to see
Not the despair slowly growing, steeping

Don’t look bewildered at my draping sheets
If you look, the nude is there, underneath
Reflecting the lie that it has become
Prolonged exposure to fisting complete
Now mourning the death of someone it loved


5/8-5/9/12
For "Your Birthday Suit" Contest


Details | Rhyme | |

Above the Ocean Path


  " .... can you hear the bells ? ... "
             ~~~   ~~~


I trudge along the ocean path
up the hill to the promenade.
Above the crashing waves I stand,
then memories, my thoughts, invade.

Behind me, white and old, as I,
the abandoned church beckons me.
It says " do you remember when?"
"Think back ... what do you see?"

I remember lilacs blooming
and music from inside,
when this was a church full of life,
when I became a bride.

But now the lilacs fade from sight,
a deserted shell is all I see.
There is no music playing.
Sadness settles over me.

The curtains blow through broken panes.
They billow in the breeze
as if they're trying to escape
out to the beckoning seas.

Once upon a time we were
Alive ! , this church and I.
But we are old and empty now
and ready now to die.


           ~~~   ~~~
"behind the church is a promenade
     they call the Widows Walk"




   ~~~   ~~~   ~~~   ~~~   ~~~   ~~~

    23/09/2011


Details | Free verse | |

Emotional Turbulence

The voices grow louder, Intensifying with emotion, anger lining every aggressive word. My insides squeeze tighter as the vitriol poisons my mind, How does such hostility exist? As the sound of hatred deepens, The feelings strengthen their grip, like a vice, So tight, I can no longer breathe All the negative emotions I have ever felt, fill me, Threatening to overflow. So long have they been banished… Enough. No more! My mouth opens, An earsplitting scream of pain and suffering shatters the silence, Sobs of sorrow and grief wrack my body, Murderous shrieks of anger and hate, Wretched cries of self-pity and self-loathing, Poison the air. Now, free of these emotions. But the monster still exists Within the dark depths of my mind.


Details | Rhyme | |

Alcoholic's Suicide

He sits there with a beer in his hand…
With residue from his last line on his nose.
No lights on in the house,
Because he’s always home alone.

To drunk to get up he urinates on himself.
But he can still get another beer.
He sits down and starts to cry.
He wonders why his family isn’t here.

He’s hung up on the past.
Things that could have been…
But right now he sits alone,
And he’s slowly dying.

He doesn’t even care about his daughter.
Who tries to stop him from drinking.
She cries and begs him to stop.
She sees him slowly sinking.

Soon he’ll lose his family…
Or more likely he’ll die.
It’s truly difficult to watch…
My daddy kill himself one beer at a time.


Details | Rhyme | |

Widowed Bride

Upon this dark and sunny day,
Kneeling by your flowery display
My teardrops fall like dripping dew,
Remembering my time with you.
Cold hard stone is all that is left
To warm my heart that’s lost, bereft.
Today our life had just begun,
When in a moment, it was done.
I lay, in sorrow, by your side,
Forever yours, your mournful bride.


Details | Free verse | |

Patriotism

Have you ever thought about the Death of Christ?
Why did they crucify him?
If you read the story then you know
But what I ask is why didn't God stop them?
It's natural to protect our own
How could he let him be sacrificed?
For the good of all man I've been told
God sacrificed his only son for us
But what does he ask in return? What does he want?
Are we supposed to try and emulate him?
I wish to know
I don't understand his decision
To not help his only son, I couldn't do that
But I do know that is why we are not gods
Do people who give their lives for others emulate God?
When a solider dies for our country is he dying for us?
Or freedom? or both?
Are the parents godlike in their sacrifice of their children?
Like Christ when he sacrificed his only son
Or is it more than that?
Is patriotism just a mindset to get people to fight?
When one country is mad at another
It's the leaders who argue not the countries
Why can't the leaders fight and leave us alone?
Do leaders send their own children to fight and die?
Why should I send my children to fight and die for you?
Are you a God? Do you have my interests at heart? Or yours?
You say it is in the name of freedom, but whose freedom?
We have never been free
You send me to fight, kill, and die
And yet you say I am free, free to do what?
Free to murder those you want dead?
Free to send my children to their death for you?
Who are you again? Are you a God?
I fight for God not you
My children are not targets or murderers
And now you demand my children to be your shield
Who are you again? Never mind
I know who you are it's very plain to see
You are not a god you are a coward
You are evil and you are trying to destroy us
You are lying to all of us just as you always have
You speak of freedom
As you try to blind us with patriotism
And silence us with duty and honor, Meaningless!
From one who knows nothing of their meaning
I wonder what God would say to you
Knowing who and what you are
Would he forgive you?
Would he understand your deception? Would he?
I could not forgive you, this is why I am not a god
I can't forgive, I am vengeful, I would punish you
Without mercy
For allowing this deception of youth to continue
Maybe you believe your right but I can't believe that
You know what your doing is wrong yet you continue
One day you will pay, as we all will 
We are all guilty to some degree
But most of all we are guilty of sacrificing our children to you 
Who are you again? never mind
I just remembered, your the devil





Details | Imagism | |

Guilty Reflection

Looking dead at me in this smeared mirror...
a lost man
tormented
face red
brittle
and teared

stacking excuses 
the longer I stare
this stress abuses 
my conscience with a glare

a guilty reflection warns
my mind is the prison I fear
as I long to escape 
from the  hell I dwell in
right here

who have I become? 
what have I done right?
crossroads appear suddenly 
as fog fills the mirror tonight

darkness owning the room,
prefers I suffer slow
so I proceed with speed 
because it’s the only way I know

tasteless stories
flood my life’s hard bound chapters 
while this smeared mirror reflects tears
dripping from a face 
which was once filled with laughter. 


Details | Free verse | |

Bystander

As you sit in your car
All dressed in black.
 You know,
It didn’t have to end like this
Now as you think back you remember
The faint white scars etched in her fair skin
And the timid smile that hid years of despair
 You remember that time your friends saw her crying in the hall
You sat there and laughed as they tortured her
The times you saw her sitting alone at lunch
She looked up at you with pleading eyes
“Hey, can you help me,” they said.
You thought about it , but instead you pretended you didn’t see her
And you left her there, sad and alone
That pleading look now haunts you
It begged somebody, anybody for help
But why should you commit social suicide for her?
You just kept walking away, selfish
Now though, you think back to those boring assemblies
About bullying and what it could lead to
Why didn’t you just listen?!
Maybe you could have spoken up, or found her help
Its too late now though, as you walk up to her casket
To say your first and last words,
To a girl, whose real name
You never cared to learn
“I’m sorry…”


Details | Rhyme | |

ANGEL THE DREAMER

                                                      My name is Angel the dreamer
                                            I’m still inside my beloved mother
                                  Three months to be exact
                        I’m so happy it’s the fact

              Mommy and Daddy love me
              For the whole world to see
              Because they plan my future
              That’s what I heard not sure

                         I can feel they are glad and excited
                                   To go to the doctor and be consulted
                                             Feels good to know they care
                                                       But surprises to see the doctor’s stare

                                                       With the instruments he hold
                                             I’m afraid and my body feels so cold
                                   Then my mother began to cry
                         I don’t know the reason why

             Suddenly I feel my body is in deep pain
             Ouch!! ahhhhh!! It hurts, what happen?
             Where are you Mommy? I am afraid!
             Please take care of me as what you said

                       Now I will not be born after all
                                 Shattered dreams, bless my soul
                                           Goodbye to all, its time for me to fly 
                                                      Up in the world of nowhere above the sky


10/8/12
For Scribe Marlon Linton's "Unborn Babies Dream" Contest
2nd Place Winner
By: Maria Paz Samelo


Details | Narrative | |

DEMONS ALSO CRY

DEMONS ALSO CRY

Beyond the crave for death
All I sought was first,
Weep-not my newborn soul
Where fireflies shine lighter than the lamps
And fishes swam faster than their homes
Like  trampled troubled tramps,
Then, demons also cry.

Groans and moans of pain,
Down they roam like rain
Memories sparked with flashes of feisty flare
For all that is left is nothing but darkness
Piercing the thread of our bond
That even angels dare not dare
Then, demons also cry

Here, days brimmed with sadness
To miscarriage of nights darkness
That even birds glide backward
And when asked why, we say, its nature to nurture
Conscience lye frozen in muss, has God punished us?
Que sera, sera and all go wayward,
Then, demons are also crying
						By Tutuola michael


Details | Rhyme | |

Winnie the Pooh and Mickey Mouse

Winnie the Pooh and Mickey Mouse
are painted on walls of green.
A maple crib stands in the corner.
It's a picture perfect scene.

There is only one thing missing
in this room so perfectly designed.
The baby was never to take a breath.
You have to wonder what God had in mind.

Winnie the Pooh and Mickey Mouse
live behind an ever closed door.
To look at the would-be parents
you couldn't tell who was grieving more.

Not all plans have happy endings;
some endings never seem to end.
How much sadness can two people take
before they break instead of bend.

Winnie the Pooh and Mickey Mouse
are painted on walls of green
in a room now shrouded in sadness
where no child will ever be seen.




~~~ 03/01/2013 ~~~
     Francine Roberts


Details | Heroic Couplets | |

Saint Blackheart

Saint Blackheart walks the Autumn streets and smiles with diamond eyes;
   She's well-aware of what you think, but listens to your lies.
Confess your deepest fantasies or never look her way --
   She's free with random kindness, though she won't have much to say.

Saint Blackheart seeks the shadows for the secrets they impart.
   Her life's a patchwork puzzle made with jagged shards of art --
Impressionistic paintings on a canvas dipped in red;
   She dances like a demon for the angels in her head.

Saint Blackheart loves the twilight and the elemental rain;
   She'll stand and watch you suffer, yet she senses all your pain.
A soft, Franciscan echo making up a primal scream
   Can hurtle from her crimson lips and dart from dream to dream.

Saint Blackheart lives in solitude among the ancient trees --
   You'll find her there within the mist, but never on her knees.
Her hands will offer nothing which is not her own to give;
   And though you wish to die in peace, she may just let you live.

Saint Blackheart will not weep with you or wipe away your tears,
   Yet she may catch their crystal hue and treasure it for years.
She'll lay a little flower on a long-forgotten grave --
   A tribute to the tortured soul she never tried to save.


Details | Elegy | |

O BELOVED MOTHER, O BELOVED SISTERS....

O beloved mother, o beloved sisters
departed from me, within years
of each other, to sadden my living;
I spend my days weeping...
reminiscing in my sorrow:
how we laughed together,
and faced another serene tomorrow,
knowing that sharing kindness
would bond our destinies
in ways so devoted and immense!   


O beloved mother, o beloved sisters...
I let the unconsumed joy of memories
take me to those yesterdays
to thank God for our existence,
when we enjoyed the gifts He offered;
yes, even the smallest of them 
were so lovely and precious!
And by watching how you faced death,
I admired how you became the bravest...
slowly letting go of what you possessed!


O beloved mother, o beloved sisters...
do you want me to continue crying,
or smile and console you with a future promise:
that soon we'll embrace one another
under the joyful eyes of our Creator?
Nothing foolish I will do to harm myself;
and wait I will 'till my end comes,
but until then my solemn prayers I'll recite
amid tombstones guarded by triumphant angels...
and bound for Heaven, I'll be smiling!


Details | Acrostic | |

Waiting

Mountains crumble no more to be 
Oceans of woe since you left me 
Thunder rolls and my heart it breaks 
Humbly life ends, my soul it quakes 
Everlasting grief with no mend  
Reminds me daily, it will not bend

Inconceivable, this pain I bear

My love's not gone, together we'll share 
In lasting glory at Jesus' feet 
Serenity and grace, oh how sweet 
Salvation unites on heaven's shore

Yesterday's gone, tomorrow brings more 
Only a moment in time we wait 
Until we meet at heaven's gate


Details | Tanka | |

Season Woven In Grief

Persuaded by time,
and clothed in rust,  trees reveal
a changed homecoming...
The illusions of my youth
drift away with falling leaves

My eyes search for him,
although my heart knows better
Old fences need paint,
Scabs of white shed like feathers
from the dry and weathered rails

There, by the back door
his old plaid jacket is hanging,
waiting to be worn...
It holds scent of burning leaves...

A tear smolders on the sleeve




____________________________________________________
For the Grief Contest:


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Other Mom

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

In Her Fathers Arms

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


Details | 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. 


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Plockton - Wester Ross

The greatest holiday gift I ever received  
Goes back so many, many years
Before my life became turmoiled
And before my tears for fears

I was a child like many out there
Torn, strewn and split of kin
Mother and father in differences
Confused at seven, wearing their same skin

For I was one of the lucky ones
To a Highland Estate I would go
It's on the west coast of Scotland
Where my holidays desired me so

Secretly I internally smiled
For a whisper of where I was heading
To live with a movie star hero
No longer my life was in dreading

We were picked up by a man so fine
His manners were an absolute joy
Regimental he was in his approach
To me, just a seven year old boy

We travelled through the village of Plockton
Crystal clear waters edged to it's shore
I knew from this very moment
Being here ebbed previous family sores

On entering his house I was in awe
Movie pictures came to my view
They were images of James Bond
At seven I was totally through

A voice called to me
Hey James! sit down and I'll tell you me
Still in circles in walking awe
This is what he told thee

My name is Patrick Dalzel Job
In the Second World War I served
But this recognition I bestow
Humbles me to it's deserve

This honour that's been given
Was blessed by a colleague in war
What desired Ian Fleming to be so striven
Possibly, what we were fighting for

We served on the same destroyer
Fighting to make the future free
His tribute, in his novels I became
James Bond, it's incredibly me





Not many seven year olds have stayed with James Bond.
This seven year old Scot's boy has, maybe I learnt?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Patrick_Dalzel-Job


Details | Rhyme | |

Suicide

I see the pain in your eyes
The fear in your voice
I know because I've been in your place
It's not your choice

I'm sorry
I would hate for anyone  to feel this way
Please don't leave this world
Just try and stay

This isn't the only way to go
At least don't leave without a fight
Just know
You were never alone

You had me right by your side
Even when you never wanted me around
I promise to you I never told a lie
I was always honest and true
Towards you

You don't have to end your life
I've tried to many times its not worth it
Please put down that knife
I mean it

Stay with me
Fight this battle with me by your side
You always had me don't you see
I was always nice to you

Even when you where terrible to me
I fought threw it and you can too
You're just a little seed
Waiting to grow into something beautiful


Details | Rhyme | |

Nevermore

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Lyric | |

Scream, Gone

Stomp, stomp, stomp, Scream, scream, scream, Before the stomp, stomp, stomps, He, she, they screamed screamed, And screamed, at I, Scream at I which the thoughts, Of comeback come near, near, and nearer, Stomp, stomp, stomp, I hear the stomps, they come closer, And closer and closer, Stomp, stomp, stomp My heart beating faster, faster, faster! The room, spinning, spinning, spinning! Times going, gone, gone! Stomps coming closer, faster! The screams getting louder, louder! Stomp, scream, stomp! Nothings more worse than when you see the, He, she, they behind the stomping of the stomps, The screaming, of the screams, The fire, hell, saddened in the eyes, Is what hurts most, rather than the, Stomp, stomp, stomp, Or the, Scream, scream, scream.


Details | Free verse | |

Forgotten You

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Kilted Warrior

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Dead horizon

It was raining with pain from above
and dews of blood are seeping,
on the windows, houses and asphalt
putting out the fire of life feeling.

from the branches of the oaks from the hill
on a string dead cold bodies are hanging,
down are staying the trails of hope
and in the sky,the last sunset is shining.

and the burned out trees, full of ashes,
are waving in the cold wind alone,
they reopen the door for a moment
and let the soul to go home...

all that is left now is empty,
on the river,the willow is dying,
on the streets the life dead lost feeling
and on the grass the dews of blood crying.


Details | Ballade | |

Imagine

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


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 | Verse | |

Pain

Drowning is excrutiating.
More so in your own blood,
Your illusions.
Slowly, I hum along to the
tune of my own death.
What else could a puppet do 
But dance?

Death is a treasure. Peaceful.
Life is torture. Unbearable.
Ashes lie where a bright flame flickered.
Violently extinguished.
Choked by a diet of untruths.

My endurance is puzzling.
Maybe i was ensnared-
Irretrievably bound.
Inevitable isn't it?
To feel the ripping of a heart
And the extermination of young emotions.

The humming ceases-
The end is near.
His pulsing palm is
where my pump rests.

The fiction" I love you,"
sometimes seems so true.
Love is pain.
Pain is not love


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 | Lyric | |

Normal To Me

This isn't just a poem This isn't just another emotion This is me, these are my thoughts The Imagery is my sight, And The Allegories are my Life I'm lonely, There is just me But there's so many people around but no one can hear my loudest screams Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me I'm torn, I'm Cut Part of my heart stabbed, and then taken from me The Search for my innocence, Is like a moa hunt Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me Laughing and Jokes all directed towards me Just to Hurt me Cover all of the Halls "Fag, Emo, Queer" Words I too often know Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me Curling her hair putting on her makeup "You're worthless and nothing to Me" Says the so-called all-loving-one As she screams: "Why am I not Pretty" Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me This is not just a poem not just some words my pen cries with each words But this is Just a Glimpse Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me


Details | Quatrain | |

Average Age 19

Once again, the powers that must
In rise again in what we trust
An overseas conflict, another war
Just what in the hell are we fighting for

Families are asking, Korea has just passed
Generations again reft, how long will it last
A country in need, to rebuild again
Flags at half mast, in wind and rain strain

Once again into war, sent by the Washington Post
To send back reports to hit home the most
Military observers were the first to be sent in
Another chapter of man entering existing sin

I'm witnessing our ariel power, Lam Son 719
US planners determine their incursion, saying all will be fine
Along the Mekong River, we'll carpet bomb their supply trail
Tons of munitions and napalm, this spread surely cannot fail

Many sorties are being flown, for the wounded and the dead
Whilst Nixon and his cronies, aren't thinking with their heads
The news of losses has reached me, nineteen have been killed
Eleven missing, fifty nine wounded, more American blood spilled

Seven fixed wing aircraft, more sons in action loss
Whilst back at home more protests, fading the dyeing's gloss
To to this job that I do, I was never prepared for this
To witness such bloody scenes, and ignore that life is bliss

How can I write about a soldier, whose name I'll never know
Killed at nineteen years old, his family he'll never see grow
Or even explain to his parents, when carried from the AH-1
His body bullet riddled and limp, when lifted it bloodily run

I never went back to the theatre, called the Vietnam War
Having witnessed the wanton killing, what were we fighting for
This colonial conflict that started, us on the side of France
So many came back as strangers, many to live in trance





James Fraser's entry into the contest " WORLD OF WAR: VIETNAM "



Details | Free verse | |

in memory of a rose

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

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

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

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



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


Details | Quatrain | |

The Vietnam War

The pro-Hanoi Vietcong many years ago
In the 1950's Diem's government they'd overthrow
All opposition was crushed killed or jailed
These elected ones to their people they failed

This Buddhist country so religious in belief
Now politically torn apart, impending future grief
In the early 1960's with the CIA in place
Discussing with Vietnam's generals, Diem, assassinated in disgrace

With the Vietcong army, growing from strength to strength
Another communist foothold, going to any lengths
In 1965, with 3500 U.S. Marines in place
By December of that year, 200,000 in many a base

These U.S. Marines, in their defensive mode
Over the coming months, peace would soon erode
With the Tet Offensive upon us, and the "Battle of Hue"
The Americans were now involved, this bloody war now brews

One decision to end this conflict, came in 1969
Nixon sent 18 B-52s, bordering Soviet airspace line
He wanted to show he was capable, to end this bloody war
But as the months and years progressed, the body count would soar

The anti-war movement was gathering strength, also in 1969
But the "Green Beret Affair" started to undermine
A U.S. Army platoon raped and pillaged, the village of My Lai
Where civilians were massacred, and many left to die

In 1970-71, Cambodia incurred wars wrath
Where they and the country Laos, were in the U.S. bombing path
Also in 71, there was the cutting of the Ho Chi Minh trail
But arms and supplies got through, this mission to no avail

Later in the same year, the Anzac's withdrew their soldiers
The U.S. also reduced, many of theirs from Vietnam's borders
In 1973, Nixon declared the suspension of offensive action
The Paris Peace Accords took place, peace with this warring faction

Between the years 73 - 74 under Trà, the Vietcong grew in strength
There was no mass offensive, to lure the Americans to their trench
Gradually they marched to their target, to see their enemies eyes
To their city of Saigon, now over a million humans have died

The average age of the American to die in this bloody war
Was just nineteen years old, never knowing what they were fighting for
So many came home from this horror, leaving themselves behind
Because so many came home different, home with a different mind

Even to this day, many Americans look back and ask
Why their elected Congress, feed them to these tasks
The sad thing about Vietnam, it continues to this present day
Where governments make decisions, asking guns to hear their say




Details | Rhyme | |

Who will free my soul

WHO WILL FREE MY SOUL?

Criticism and sarcastic words is all i hear,
Nobody ever appreciates my efforts.
Failure and fiasco is all fear,
Inspiration derived doesn’t seem to comfort.

Mask I put won’t conceal my pain.
Favors made, countless I pray.
I’m being controlled like horse’s rein.
To my oppressors, I am a prey.

Torturing my body will not tame,
The deeds done won’t reveal my compassion.
To go down this way will only embrace my name.
But who ought to test my oppression?

My character resembles a fragment,
Nothing to reform to, my incarnation unknown
Broken inside diversify my temperament,
When I die, will I reincarnate and be renowned?

My purpose in this world is incarcerated.
Confiscating my dreams in contempt,
My dilapidated soul is imprisoned.
Who will bail me out? Oh! Dear, who ought to attempt?

An endeavor to convince of my righteousness,
Is like beating a dead horse.
Crystal washing my mistakes won’t justify my fallibleness,
But will craft my conscience till I passenger the hearse!

					By Willem Pietersen


Details | Elegy | |

His Legacy

Up into the sky 
he soared 
like an Angel

With us 
down here-- 
at Soupland, watching him as he soared 
like an Angel;

So gentle… 
and brave 
he was,
a strong love he had, sharing it till the end, yet

His breath
could not resist the resounding call 
of Heaven 
and he left, 

Leaving us his poetry, for 
when great storms come in, his laughter 
will dry our tears like rain.


--

for Tom Bell, a great poet who taught us all-- 
to laugh and to smile…to learn… and to give.    


Details | Lyric | |

A Helpless Angel

On a cold winter night
Not far from here
There was a child
Suffering great fear

She was unfortunate
She was hurt
She always wore the same dress
and the same shirt

She prayed for mercy
She prayed for light
She prayed for love
Instead of fights

She had no chance
The fight was not fair
Her mother held her down
While her father beat her there

She tried to tell someone
But who would care?
She wanted someone
Who would always be there

A little boy
Whom she never knew
Sat down beside her
Their friendship was true

They talked for hours
They could talk for days
Then she had realized
It was getting late

Later that night
As she laid in bed
Her drunken parents stormed in
Their faces beating red

She screamed for help
But no one would respond
When someone realized her plead
She was already gone

A few days later
Six feet in the ground
A long lost angel
Had finally been found

She's up in heaven
With a smile on her face
She walked to Jesus
and she was embraced

A helpless angel
Carved into stone
Now she will never be alone.


Details | I do not know? | |

I Can Always Pretend

The cold touch of the metal
On my soft bare skin
The turn out can only be fatal
Ill do this with a grin
No one can ever tell
That i even feel this way
Depression doesnt ring their bell
But i know that this is the day
The day this all ends
The day that i fade
The day i make amends
The day i wont be afraid
Iv hidden it for so long
No ones ever known
Im not really this strong
The real me has never been shown
This metal razor is cold
On my oh so soft bare skin
The move im making will be bold
When i decide to let depression win
My life cut short
My life gone
My life had no support
My life is done
This razor now bloody
With a smile on my face
No movement from my body
My smile not out of place
Lying on the floor
Note tucked in my hand
Please do not ignore
For this is what it read
"I ended it for you
I ended it so be happy
Its what i had to do
I even made it snappy
You were the one
That i chose
You made me numb
And let me go
My life had its ending
But see im smiling
Im still pretending
That your 'i love you' wasn't you lying"


Details | Verse | |

When Will Heart Heal

The shadows lengthened the evening came 
And your busy world was hushed
I heard within that very same hour
And my hearts were sorely crushed

When will my heart heal?
Will it ever be the same?
All this sorrow that I feel,
I wonder who to blame.

Like a thief in the night 
You went without a sound
You gave up the fight 
For no hope could be found

The tears I cry wont bring you back.
Time heals all wounds they say
But the pain of losing you still lingers on
I miss you more each day

I miss hearing when you call my name
I miss your tender care
I miss it when you smile at me
And when you calm my fears

I never even got a chance 
To say my last goodbye
For I thought it almost impossible 
That someone like you could die

The memories of you I’ll cherish
And even though we are apart
There’s one thing you can be sure of
You are always in my heart.


Details | Rhyme | |

Entwinement

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

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?


Details | Free verse | |

Alive

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


Details | Lyric | |

Watch Me Die

The petals of a rose, they tremble and they fall
Just like my aching heart, my backs against a wall
so I Scream- but no one seems to hear me 
(and) I Bleed- but no one seems to worry 
(and) I Cry- but no one spares a passing glance
(and) I Die- no one seems to care

My mask, it melts away
as the flames burn through my bones, the pain it never fades
and its worse because i know the angels are not here to save me
everthing but you hates me
and im stuck with all this trapped inside
Im forced to sit and watch me die

Im in an empty room...
all hope disenegrates.
nothing left to do but get drunken, high
im willing to do anything just to get by

so I Scream- but no one seems to hear me 
(and) I Bleed- but no one seems to worry 
(and) I Cry- but no one spares a passing glance
(and) I Die- no one seems to care

My mask, it melts away
as the flames burn through my bones, the pain it never fades
and its worse because i know the angels are not here to save me
everthing but you hates me
and im stuck with all this trapped inside
Im forced to sit and watch me die
Im forced to sit and watch me die


Details | Prose Poetry | |

a fair day

It was a fair day for silence.

The sun had risen up courtly, almost mechanically,
Like a marionette on the strings of a puppeteer.
With the sun came Heat, wrathful to have been woken at such an hour.
As if avenging its early rise, 
Heat caused oppression, 
Discomfort and confusion 
Upon the innocent day.

It was a fair day for exclusion.

Only one was oblivious to the relentless heat,
He sat there motionless, lifeless and corpse-like.
They would glance at him nonchalantly.
He was just a piece of the scenery, 
Always had been there, 
Always would be there, 
Invisible.

It was a fair day for neglect.

Some say once he had been aware,
But life had hollowed him out, 
Left him a shell, 
Unmoving, 
Unblinking.
The day progressed, the light dimmed, 
It was as if fate and destiny had led him to this moment.
If anyone had cared to look, they may have noticed a glint in his eye.
He liked the sunset.

It was a fair day for an end.

The sun slowly made its way back home.
Heat gradually left, bored with the sun’s absence.
Silence was once more.
The sun closed its eyes. 
The moon began its regime over the obeying night sky.

It was a fair day for sweet nothing.

He still sat there, 
But no one knew.
So was he still alive, 
If no one saw him die?


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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


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Anthem of a Hollow Man

I, the empty man,
The hollow man,
Exist here in the shadows
Of twilight.  My senses dead,
Burned out of me along with
The tattered, wasted rags 
That were the only remnant
Of my tortured soul.
Like hellfire, the flames
Roared through my Self,
Consuming all there was and
Leaving naught but the acrid
Stench of a being destroyed.
My eyes now stare out from an 
Empty shell that once held so
Much life and promise.
A vessel that once was filled with
Hopes and dreams of happiness.
Those are all gone now, replaced
With a fathomless nothingness.
Black is the void that dwells within
Now. It swallows all light and laughter
And echoes back a harsh mockery of 
Life.  Still the fires smolder, eating away
At the foundation, the supports, moving 
Itself toward total collapse.  When it does,
I will become the nothingness that I 
Contain.  Swallowed by the void, with 
Nothing left but my anguished screams, 
Echoing into oblivion.


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GRANNY

On hearing your death
What creep in my head was
Akon's Pot of Gold
Its melody within heart
You have served your purpose
So Rest in Peace
Born to Love
But it enslaved and betrayed
And onwards you pressed
Your foils nurtured your old age
As strong as you were
Your battle on the thin line
You won hands down
I admire You
Last week I saw and greeted 
You were fit
What an awesome recovery
Indeed your Maker wiped your tears
But now it is finished
Well done
As a kid I run onto your bosom on visits
Then rained on me praises
But I lost contact
Next I saw you on life’s field of war
Then despised, not long
I grew wise to know
For with time all will grow
Was in turn and showered care
Hope you recognized
Thanks for your Blessings
My half seed of lineage
May God lay you to a Peaceful rest
Where Love will search to find you
Your foils cry
Swollen red are our fragile eyes
Thousand thorns within our hearts
Pain abounds here
May your Spirit comfort us
Smile down once again
Smile down once again
Memories well built would be well kept
Strong willed, Religious, Grateful 
Lord we are thankful
Yours forever
A Single Parent's sweat lay to Rest in Peace.

©Kofi Asokwa-Nkansah


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Hypochristians

They say to worship to get back into church
That all I need do is fall to my knees and repent
Then all this personal pain he will prevent
To kneel and pray to “The Soveriegn God”
Well, my knees are bruised and scabbed 
Where is this God of yours I ask
Guess I’m not really a fan of his work
As I walk through this existence 
Sufferring is all I see
War in the desert neverending
Children dying so young
Little boys and girls raped by the clergy
Destruction Hate Crimes against humanity
Where is this God of yours I ask
They say Christianity is the way 
Well, bullsh!t! That’s what I say.


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Death Gone Bad



To be cast into the abyss
   With-out so much
As a Spirit attached
         ------
    Is an Obituary

              GF



    *When you are cast into the abyss, with-out a Spirit OR Soul being  attached,
      That mean's that you are already dead!  The next step called for is to "the Obituary".


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Caught In The Black Rain

She's caught in the black rain, emotions are swimming in darkness, as the
 acid rain impairs her vision; within the depth her soul she's unable to find goodness.

The falling black rain has her mind in a state of confusion, murder is no longer
 an ill illusion, actions has drawn it's fatal conclusion.

Upon her the black rain fell bringing misery with pain, living life in vain, constantly
 seeing loss with no gain, and her mental health is far from being sane.

Few have already seen the devastating effects of falling black rain, it's aftermath
 makes the sanest go insane, and those who survive the storm their lives will
  never go back to being simple nor plain.

Falling black rain is a storm formed from mental pain, financial strain, loss with
 no gain, and living life in vain.

Though, in my theory of goodness lies this conclusion," Things that we see as 
 being favorable unto living life is nothing more than our ill illusions," and there-
   fore it's causing us an in-depth state of confusion.


Details | Senryu | |

a lost little girl

a lost little girl
on an sunken cypress stump
waits for centuries


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Just a Thought

Always around 
slightly small mostly black
think of my kids 
that's what holds me back
cracks in my heart 
such a delicate shell
tears fill my eyes 
my eyes start to swell
try to be a new me 
no drugs no liquor
now my eyes open wide 
more reasons to pull the trigger
thought it was real 
did you mean what you said
starting to see the truth 
make the target my head
holding back so much pain 
but still some leaks out
no one to talk to 
feel better with cold metal in my mouth
no peace in my soul
it will not rest
another thought comes to mind
aim straight for my chest
even then I cry
thinking of taking a last breath
seriously thinking without me
would the children be best
feeling like a criminal
I've committed no theft
here is a person that's broken
I have nothing left
I'll walk away now 
before I do something stupid
stop leaving it around
one day I might use it
no, no.... I can't
gotta remember my babies
this is a silent prayer I'm tormented
God please save me


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Raven

Comes the raven dark and leery,
Heralding death so dreary.
Perched on fading tombstone,
The owner unknown. 
Oily black his feather's shine,
He’s telling me I'm out of time.
Echoing through still solemn trees,
Prayers unanswered on my knees.
The clock chimes the witching hour, 
From his obscure shadow I cower.
I beg the raven for more time,
Beady eyes judge me for my crime.
Comes death with his foggy wake,
I pray my soul the Lord will take.
Pointing his emaciated finger of bone,
Etching my name on the tombstone.


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14 years ago

Death,
thou boisterous ancient foe,
you crept in surreptitiously,
and bore a hole in our hearts.
It's 14 years now,
14 years of longing.
For seven years, the torrential rain battered us,
and we almost succumbed to the intensity of the rain.
Then,
a Moses arose,
lion-hearted damsel
and the lineage was rescued.
Father, I ache and bleed daily,
as I remember your tilling and planting seasons.
You planted many seeds in us.
Father, a little seed has sprouted,
and has borne many fruits,
succulent fruits indeed.
I wished I could give you a bite,
Alas,
the curtain was drawn 14 years ago,
and now you are a complete dust.
Adieu, my father!
Adieu, the muse that brought out the poet in me.







The pain, grief and sorrow that I felt after my father's death forced me to look for a way of expressing the pent up emotion of anger and sadness; poetry gave me the answer. Over the years, I have fallen in love with poetry and no one can break the union


Details | Rhyme | |

Take Me Away

I dream in darkness.
I sleep to die.
Erase my sorrow.
Erase my lies.
Our burning ashes,
Blacken the day.
A world of nothingness.
Take me away.


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Die alone and born again

The man with the plastic bug in his head
monopolized my dreams last night
in the place that the horsefly of my dignity
finally surrender to the impresario without a fight.

Seven days and 7 hours transplanted in my memorabilia
reminding the rustiness of the purple child
flatterers danced beneath the clouds of melancholy
and morality spreader the master plan inside my mind.

The disinheritance of my immortality the final day
discouraged my desire to see the forbidden love
restored my will to escape
manipulated the deep of the uncertainty above.

Released from the plastic bug in my head
try to cover my yellow child in the purple sky
laughing,singing,whispering,playing
seven days and seven hours before he dies.


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Alien

When the earth crumbles Into something foreign and Suffocates me—dead Like a spider in the water, I realise what has been bothering me all along: It is my own mortality A distant song A bad fatality A cool, unopened telephone A modern dial What’s the use in trying To make life what it will never be A pleasure is not what life is about Because around you people are dying And there’s no time for crying So what is there to do When the earth crumbles Into something foreign and Suffocates me so that I’m foreign, too And everyone around me is foreign—dead —Alive—wishing to be dead—wishing to be alive- Wanting to give What we don’t have to give, Like a man inclined to drink himself to death On an evening like every other evening On a night like every other night - I take the shining bullet That my father left behind Because what use is there to live In an alien world where everyone is alien to everyone And wishing to break free, not to be alien Not to be sinners but to regain redemption We’re all so sorry for what we have done When the earth crumbles Into something foreign And suffocates me again so that I am dead And the bullet that has often shined doesn’t seem to shine so much any more, I will escape all that is alien by shooting myself in the brain And hope that death is not alien When I have always suspected that death is the same


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Moon Walk on Your Grave

Moon Walk on Your Grave

A life begun in stardom,
now, ending up in shame.
Relentless media, cruel world,
who then is there to blame.

A sadness inside,
no tears on your face.
The pain all but over,
mass confusion erase.

In wonder we watch,
can a life be explained?
Can't surface your agony,
under facade you remained.

Let's focus on the talent,
musical joy that you gave.
In peace now I pray,
moon walk on your grave.

© Rene' Brady 2009


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O, the weeping


                                  ~~

Unfathomable is my lamentation and melancholy,
     Boundless and infinite this inconsolable heart;
So chaotic are yesterday's bittersweet memories,
              And dreadful is the weeping of forever tears.

                               O, the weeping.                   

Engraved in stone are beloved names for all eternity,
     Irrevocable and final are the words, "Rest In Peace";
Quiet is the cemetery this beautiful summer day,
               Peaceful and serene the rows of eternal stones.

                               O, the weeping.

Loud the whispering souls that ever haunt my days,
     Yet, I understand that death is a part of living;
But how, Dearest Lord can I just turn and walk away,
               Yellow are the flowers I leave in the sunshine.

                              O, the weeping.

                                  ~~





_______________________________
July 11, 2013

Verse

Written by Constance La France

Submitted into the contest, Glimpse of Epiphany

Sponsored by Nette Onclaud








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A Letter to My Son

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

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

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

Originally entered as verse

Rewritten:

A Letter to my Son

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

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

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

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

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

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





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Backfire

What’s the use of trying any longer?
Nothing comes out the way I want it to flow
Words perpetrate my every being
And I strain to get my temperament to slow
But my cognizance is reeling in a panic of waves
The voltage of emotion is overwhelming me
What is this journey impending to?
What is my purpose?
To obliterate or build?
I keep assurances only to splinter and shatter them
I melt into their regrets and apologies without looking back
Then I am slapped right back in the face
With my own waves of shame and qualm
I wish I was like you
I wish I could put a guise on and never show my face
I wish I could take a dagger and extinguish the sorrow
Destroy tomorrow
But it keeps coming back with twinges and pains!
I want to scream my way into your existence
I want to end all the overwrought thoughtlessness
I want to be lifted in your ease
To be beautiful and clever like you
The demon is me and I am foaming with misery
My horns are melting by your pertinacious confrontations
I can’t reply to the desolation of nothingness
I can’t make it all go away
I’m trapped! RELIEVE ME!
Cursed adrenaline rushes about me
My body is prickling and waterlogged in blackness
I swallow the poisons of my backwash
And back-fire every stab in the back


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Ideas Trapped In An Inactive Mind

Ideas Trapped By An Inactive Mind

Your mind is hidden in darkness
Thoughts trapped in deep crevasses
Their screams echoes through deathly shadows
Attacked and strangled at their every move
The struggle against invisible shackles
Drawing blood as they fight their captor
Demons search for ideas ripping them apart
Stripped skin strewn across an evil world
A world created from depression and mania
Leaving the ideas disemboweled in the frenzied heat
Blood, skin and guts boil under the demon’s breath
Screams of torture and pain fill the void left by random thoughts
Still alive they choke on the stale sulfuric air
Waiting to die while hoping to be saved
A quick mind lights the darkness
Giving new life to near dead ideas
The strongest fight while the weakest wither and die
The rise through the darkness
Rising into the light they look back
They see the lost ideas dying beneath them
They care about what was lost
What ideas will never see the light of day
And they grieve as they come to light
And they will be told and retold
For that is what ideas are meant to be
Shared by the entire world not killed 
Murdered by an inactive mind


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The Salted Leaf

Crystal sapphirine salted leaf,
The forlorn friend of aqua rose.
Memories of ages, only the leaf knows.
Bright blue tears of eternal grief.
The wedding bands confirm our love.
Passion, ardent affection for life.
I and Lenore forever my wife,
Beautiful as a pure white dove.
The eye of the rose reflects all,
You see the past in a single glance.
The aqua rose: Lenore, did me enhance.
Away she flew, to kingdom hall.
Why? Did she die; I do not know.
Answers in the blue crystal salt,
Sapphirine leaf will sorrow halt.
I eat the leaf for status quo,
My heartbeat quickens, then a smile.
Lenore, my wife doth call me hither.
Aqua rose begins to wither.
The saga must continue.

HGarvey Daniel Esquire


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The Last Kiss


She walked through the woods
 remembering his face
ashen and grey against the pillow.
He had been taken by 
the sweeping sickness
that had engulfed her land
taken so swiftly
that she had not 
had time to reach him.

The pain of her loss 
had been unbearable
and she had roamed the house 
striking out
in rage and grief 
at anyone who came close.
The madness had left her eventually,
left her alone 
bereft of her love.

That was many years ago now,
but still his face haunted her,
his eyes accusing 
filled with
the horror of her absence
the terror
that he must face alone 
the time of his death.

It never left her, this guilt she carried.
Many had consoled her, told her that she 
was not blame,that it was not her fault.
She knew better,she remembered telling him one dreadful
storm filled night, that she would always be there.

She shook her head free of the memories,
she was old now and it was so long ago,
she would be welcomed when she left this earth.
Absolved of this guilt that had consumed her life.

She saw the tree as she entered the clearing.
His treee, his favorite place.
Whenever he was troubled or scared
she would find him there,curled up beneath the boughs.
It was his haven, his place of safe keeping.

Glancing around she felt again,as she always did
his presence near to her, tantalisingly close.
She walked  to the tree and sat down,
resting her back against the trunk,
letting the sunlight warm her face.

Slowly as she sat there, eyes closed and silent.
He came to her as if in a dream,
or perhaps she was  dreaming, she did not know
or care,she only knew he was before her,
that her love was with her once more .

Tears streamed from her eyes and her throat burned
as he touched her face,stroked her hair.
A smile touching his lips as he gazed into her eyes.
Slowly he knelt before her and lay back,
resting his head on her lap.

Happiness swept through her like fire,
he was forgiving her, letting her know
that it was not her fault that he had died alone.
Her hand traced the features she loved more than life
and her lips met his in an endless kiss.

The night was dark when the villagers found her.
She was sitting in a clearing, lying next to a tree.
The moonlight illuminated her in its silvery rays
and in its bathing light they saw what they had 
not seen in decades. She was smiling, in death 
she was smiling. 

Athena Beauchamp
12 , December 1999

Copyright 2013 ACB










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Without Me

Everything falls to pieces,
as the reality of my worthless existence
dawns on me.
So I crawl;
to that empty space
I call my mind.
To hide from the world
that wishes to
prick,
prattle,
and probe
until there is nothing left.
Except for me,
and my insecurities.
A endless assemblage
of dreams and regrets,
that have led me
to believe - 
THERE IS nothing left.
So as the last tear flows
I only hope,
tomorrow will be
a little less bleak,
Without Me.


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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.


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Blood and Bullets

Inspired by the Connecticut tragedy and another minor shooting that happened in my home state
-------------------------------------

Blood and Bullets

That night we cried ourselves to sleep
For each of the little children the blood did weep
Serve upon this misery and damage
No words will excuse the savage

The vultures swoop, spread the sugar coated lies
But still the frozen child dies
Yet they still wish to remove what little safety we have
But they fail to see that will not stop the slings and arrows they have

For the media projects the fame they crave
Like wild dingos they consume what we fail to save
Serve and protect is not the duty of just some but all as a whole
ALL AS A WHOLE

And we fail
And we fail

The cameras prance around like costumed horses in a dance
All the while the mud splattered reality burns and singes the lines of damned fantasies
We are to blame, shining glitter and fame on the damned souls that should be burned
We spit acidic words of hate all the while praising them in glittering spectral lights of fame 
They do not heed the angry words, but revel in the talk of them...them..
Them...

It's

All

About

THE KILLER

Blood and bullets pollute the spoiled ground but no one cares for the rotten
Sadness rings through for a week but soon the victims are forgotten
But no one forgets the criminal...Infamous
He is immortalized by the fame...fame...infamous

Blood and bullets
Blood and bullets
Blood and bullets
Blood and bullets

Blood stains
Bullets jump

dead forgotten
left rotten

Monster remembered

remembered

Blood and bullets

Blood

and bullets


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Ghetto Children

Gunshots be leavin 'em children alone
they gotta find a way all on they own
kids screamin out sets for hope 
then run around with a crew slangin dope
can't forget that they saw they fathers go
witness to earth the bloodiest show
to young to truly understand 
despite what ya heard God won't hold your hand
It seems to me that we've been forlorn
destined death after death to mourn
lookin at the future of us all
death to brothas come at a sudden call
little children begin to see the light 
keep on killin knowin that it ain't right
but desperation sets in hopin for death
because it's to painful to take another breath

How many of my brotha's died last week 
an an answer given not for the weak
life like this shoulda made us sick
creepin in streets tryin not to get licked
time again are numbers start to dwindle
hopein for knew life in this race to be kindled
but all we ever do is disappear
it's funny that are lives are consumed by fear
and are youngstas reproduce fast
more brothas get shot lives endin in head casts
why do we gotta die at such a rate
a brotha feel cold heat as if it's fate
and as my brothas always seem to die
my race got another reason to cry
little niggas is our only men
no more elders in my dearest black kin

Now we got kids runnin da street 
that means, the judge and jury da heat
the boys in blue pilein up da dead
crackas in th oval office shakein da head
the ghettos so lost can we find a way
it seem's that the only hope we got is to pray
and children already learn how god do
give to those who take so we take with a 22
now we gotta cope, sippin' on brew
gettin faded thinkin bout the dirt we do
and that just make a brotha think 
why we be born livin on da brink
seein bodies fallin fast in packs
cause it be like we forced to fire back
so thelast thing is to put bodies in bags
at da funeral drapin our brothas with rags


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The Hidden Sadness Behind Her Eyes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Pieces of Eternity (Seasons Finale)

Maybe it’s unacceptable 
Live a life capable of a true fable 
True friends never end 
But take you back to where it all began 
But hey misery gave us something to believe in 
Stress became a greater award as we achieved sin 
What could I say? Our savior died on a cross tough as pig skin 
Never once cried over the loss 
Forbidden fruit, Eden garden 
Excuse me, my lord, I beg your pardon 
And so what if these medics carry life in a carton 
But I ain’t trippin 
Simply because this is me until my dying day 
Please stop crying, you know I can’t stay 
I’m going to be the same until my dying day 
Over in that casket is where I’m trying to lay 
That’s right until my dying day 
True lost souls from the dark side 
Forever, we as mortals ride 
Peace is nothing, I fend for quiet time 
Rebels in riot lines 
Previous high school graduates 
Symbols of an adjective running toward fate 
True personality suffer the privilege of inmates 
How could you hesitate to ask 
There’s no stranger under this mask 
Lonely and unholy, who’s there to console me? 
I want to get away, forever restless 
You can see my similarities with the ocean 
I’m stress less 
Because this is me until my dying day 
Please stop crying, you know I can’t stay 
I’m going to be the same until my dying day 
Over in that casket is where I’m trying to lay 
My son, my friend 
We are but pieces of eternity 
Mesh on, mesh off 
Even at our best times we’re soft 
Who’s to say I’d regret my decision 
To lead a sinners life without God’s supervision 
On a one man mission 
And I know I don’t come around much 
Got my palms in reality 
Searching for something softer to touch 
Whisper in my ear, death makes me blush 
And Hell only flatters me 
One and one, through matter the winds scatter me 
I ain’t trippin, baby girl get off your knees 
You’re in the arms of a future me 
And I can’t see heaven from a distance 
Fire me over clouds like a piston 
Marching through blood 
But it’s all mud and water to Darkhouse 
Stand still let me mark my spouse 
Live my life as an outcast 
How could you even picture me at my last? 
Dear lord show some mercy on my followers 
Bless those that swallow dust to follow us 
No need to borrow sympathy 
Unforgiving sorrow made my enemies envy me 


Details | Elegy | |

Death of a Love One

I had a wonderful day, what could have went wrong
Went to sleep feeling like a brand new man
Laying in bed, sleeping so peacefully
Two guys walked in unexpectedly
They said wake up, no hesitation
Ten bullets in my back, no explanation
Was this a dream I’m gonna wake up from
No its not, I’m a completely dead man
Why me?  Answer my question
I had a family and other love ones.
Now I’m gone, but memory lives on
How about you where do you stand?


Details | Free verse | |

Remember what I taught you

A dedication to my grandpa, 
i love you and miss you,
Your legacy lives on within my heart


The sun can shine
So bright, it makes you blind
Fooling, deceiving.
Very misleading .
The world telling you it's a good day
With just a simple ray.
Penetrating your mind
Telling you to leave all that behind.
So you leave it … Searching for anything to find.
To fill that hole in your heart ...with something kind.
So you go for a stroll in a park
And see a dog with a playful bark.
As you step near
You start to grow in fear 
Foam in its mouth 
You notice your head dropping south
Chin down
And start to frown.
You realize it's not so sunny anymore
Rain pours
No more birds soar.
Drop to your knees
And freeze
Start to cry.
Then wonder why.
Why do I feel this way?
Looking for answers, you go to the bay.
Watching the storm come in, you hear someone say, 
"Remember what I taught you,
You have to be strong.
Find the right
In the wrong. 
Everything will be okay.
Some days will rain. 
Some days will shine,"
Looking around to see who it may be
You continue to listen to the voice from the sea,
"some days you need to stop everything
And pray.
The Good Lord will take it away.
I've always been your strength
Strong for you and yours sister both."
As you realize who it is 
You start to cry, from sadness…
And bliss.
"I know you miss me…
And I miss you too.
No need to cry, 
Oh Catelyn, oh me oh my. 
But just always know I'm here,
In heaven 
watching over you. 
If you ever need me.
You know where I'll be. 
Watching over you from the clouds.
No need to worry.
Don't stress so much.
Life happens.
It peaks
And it stinks..
Given , I wish I was down there to talk to you. 
But it's all in God's plan.
Everything will be for the better. 
Now I'm sorry I have to go,
Check on your sister and cousins you know
Whenever your feeling rough
Whenever life gets tough
Remember what I taught you. 
Rain may continue 
Life will happen in different Venues
But go dance in the rain
Let go of the pain. 
Enjoy the life God granted you
…it won't last forever.
Don't plan out the future 
God has his plan
Live his will out
Not yours
Remember your still a kid,
So smile and I love you Catie did"
Tears rushing down your face
Tears of joy or sorrow 
You don't really know.
Remembering what your grandfather taught you,
With his strength You stand up 
Something in your chest starts to bump
Your heart, it's whole
Alive
Beating once again.
Pain is gone 
And you live on.
Dancing in the rain
With only life to gain.


Details | Free verse | |

Transparent

Standing
under
an unjust moon
unable
   to move
from this
lurking mood
   of alone

no shadow
   cast by
this vaporous
form
reflecting nothing
   nothing
but empty
heart drained and
dust
   dry


Details | Blank verse | |

Yard Work

Yard Work

I worked with stern and determined face
attention on the end of the rake
the fresh grass and orange leaves.

Out of the corner of my eye
I saw a small bird huddled 
fixed against the drain pipe, 
its wings tight against its body. 
It didn't stir. 
I bent closer and
saw the milky film over its dark eyes.

A drape of sadness
was thrown callously over my morning.

I buried it quickly and carefully.
Time to take care to scrape away
the sharp rocks and hollow out a little place
deep enough to keep the dogs away and
with such care 
as I chose the final
home for this tiny thing.

It may have been taken away
to make room for another.
While I write this, several
months have passed and my throat
still tightens from the memory.

Sadness and loss is still with me
and with me for all the birds 
that fall
from their nests 
or the sky
every day 
from now until eternity.


Details | Free verse | |

No Flowers

There are no flowers there...
just flies, and dust and sun
Where a child wanders
over dirt under calloused feet
under a blazing sun
on a barren land

there are no flowers
there are no trees

where hunger is the only companion
where a pool of dirty water is a lonely playground
where life drains out and sickness plays the only game

where no birds sing...
where the only sound are tears of the innocent

where a child alone, lays down
where there are no flowers
only thorns
for his grave






Submitted for "A Piece of Bread, Please" contest sponsorerd by Sami Al-khalili


Details | Free verse | |

City of Shadows

A lonesome boat in the harbor rocks insanity.
Big waves of the black sea roll across the white sands
that fade into darkness for eternity.
Far from the life giving drops of rain are predators
in the city of shadows.
Feelings from the last solem breezes blow.
As the evening sun fades slowly into the night,
the pavement glistens like cracked glass
from the earlier evening rain.
A lack of silence remains.
In the city of shadows,
screaming voices creep in the corner of your mind.
Visions of the garden where the flowers died.
The dark alley reveals the emptiness of peace within your soul,
and death reveals the cold, cold truth way beneath the black crumbled earth.
Slapped with a strike of lightning,
disrupting the fall of silence where secrets crawl to hide,
in the foxholes of one's mind.
In the city of shadows, bewildered minds tick with the time of the clock.
Breath by breath falls perfectly out of place,
and darkness opens a new gate.
Tunes of the violin slowly fade away.
A new awakening to blindness,
in the city of shadows.


Details | Rhyme | |

A Walk Into Oblivion

I'd hoped the sea remembered me,
accepting me so easily,
as evening peaks and 
the moon draws out the tide.

She wrapped me in her icy shift,
eyes closed shut I'm set adrift,
and through the wash
I'm tossed with every stride.

Caught within her brackish flow
my beating heart begins to slow,
Katrina's won, 
the pain will now subside.


Details | I do not know? | |

Today Is Terrible----

The cracked spine of
the book I dropped
at the call.
A chip in my
windshield left by a
pompous *?#@! in a
red sports car as I
drive to the
service.
Rain expectorating
from an ashen sky as
the dirt is turned.
Today is terrible.
Though this is less
terrible than the
crack in grandma’s
spine from her fall
down the stairs.
The chip in her
amazingly smart mind
after eighteen years
as a teacher.
Tears running,
dripping from my
Mothers ashen face
as she cries “My
mama’s dead.”
Today is terrible.
Though this is less
terrible than the
cracked family
emotions left raw
and empty.
The chip in Grandpas
numb mind at the
gathering… “Where is
Irene she should be
here?”
Faces gone ashen
with dread, do we
leave him numb or
remind him that his
wife is dead?
Today is terrible.
Though this is less
terrible than the
empty silences,
missing the jokes
Grandma used to
crack.
Grandma’s laugh and
her endless smile
which always exposed
that tooth with the
chip in it.
Without her the
world has become
empty, bleak, and
ashen.
Today is terrible.

                   
                   
                   
          Summer
Gratias


Details | Free verse | |

L. I. F. E. (Living In Fear Everywhere)

L iving 
I n
F ear
E verywhere

Just as we live and just as we die 
We laugh, kill and crucify
We are no more our brothers than we are ourselves 
We are the players 
With the tools and talent of the efficient demise 
Of war, famine and greed 
We do rise
 
Of the ever constant ricochet of freedom in our ears
As we wrap our fallen dead in a shroud of rights, laws and bills 
And continue to improve the technology, the precision 
The assurance of absolute destruction 

Buying death is easy
Dealing is easier 
Survival 
The career choice of many 
A thriving business with prestige and power 
Taking, wanting, hungry for the rush 
So young, so fragile 
Blood is running in the streets 
A seemingly endless fountain of misguided youth 
Falling, one after the other 
So far from the truth 

S  hocked 
A  ngry
D  epressed 

What good has ever come from a gun ?
Why kill ?
Why are we arming our children ?
Our future ?
Are you blind to the fact ?
Do you not hear the sound ?
Do you not see ? 
Do you not care ?
We are killing ourselves 
Stealing each others dreams 
Each others families 
Why pro-create ?
To produce, raise, and nurture more disposable targets ?
Is there another use for guns ? 
1 + 1 = 0
One bullet + one individual = one less reason to care 
We are waging war upon our brothers for money, love and survival 

G  ive 
U  s
N  o
S  anity

All to easy....................
Living In Fear Everywhere 


Eric (and sometimes not)


Details | Haiku | |

Abrupt

Sleeping in sorrow
If I don't wake tomorrow
Then all will be well.


Details | Rhyme | |

" The Life Of Me " page 1 of 2

My name is James, born 1961
In Inverness, a small Scots town
To my father Andrew, and my mother Beryl
And Billy my brother, a pair of devils
 
In 67, we woke one night
Our house was ablaze, full of orange light
Our neighbour next door, for whatever reason
Started a fire, it must be crazy season
 
We had too move to a caravan park
By this time it,s three, to make a new start
My mother Beryl decide to leave
But the three of us left, never bothered to grieve
 
In the next few weeks, we ended in court
Two small children, in a marriage abort
We were asked to choose either Dad or Mum
But we ignored the parent, who went on the run
 
As we left the court, to start a new life
We felt sorry for Dad, as his illness was rife
He never told us that he was unwell
It would upset one of his boys, as the future will tell
 
Then came the night all parents dread;
Being told one of his boys is nearly dead
We were going to a boys club, on a Monday night
My brother was running so far out of sight
 
I turned the corner to see him ahead
No!! he's been hit by a van, Boom's  Boom's dead
I ran to my father, sreaming and crying
I'm finding my life,at 7 - far too trying
 
After the funeral, and with my father unwell
We left Inverness, our eyes a swell
To go as two, and not three as before
It's like Mother Nature closed a door
 
So we headed west, to a place called Fort William
Was it in the stars, cause Billy " is " William
We moved there, as the air was so pure
Hoping my father will find his cure
 
For whatever reason, we left the above
We found no Angel or peaceful dove
So we headed back to Inverness
Fathers health decreasing, life still a stress
 
Over the next few years, i was fostered and loaned
In couples houses and children's homes
It was really strange in all those places
Different people, different faces

Then on the 16th of Feb - 76,
James, i was told, your dads very sick.
The cancer had taken your father away
To be with Billy, where you'll join them one day

In 77, i joined the Navy, as i promised my dad you see. 
I did'nt enjoy it, i decided to leave 
Back up north, where my futures to be 
I wanted to have, what my parents had lost 
And that was my aim, no matter the cost

see page 2 of 2, ty..


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/me.php


Details | I do not know? | |

Did I Remember To Tell You Daddy

Almost three years now Daddy
since you were taken away
I thank God you no longer suffer
but I had so much more to say

But you and I were always very close
and I know that we still are
So be free to enjoy family and friends
I know you'll never be far

Oh but  Daddy
Did I remember to thank you 
for coming to stay with the kids and I 
At times you thought you were a burden
but if anyone was it was I

And I want to tell you too Daddy
that you would be so proud of them all
Brandon's now a sergeant with a son on the way
Cam Jeremy is due early fall

And your little Sarah Daddy
you would be so very proud
She's a tiny little thing, still a great mom
and has the best boys in any crowd

And I'm sure you've been watching Curtis
So you know he's just like you
And he is living up to the promise he made
Yes Daddy I'm very proud too

Oh and one more thing 
before I lay down to rest
Did I remember to tell you and the world
that
 My Daddy's the best

Loving you and missing you always
Your baby girl


Details | I do not know? | |

Twelve Dead Roses

Twelve dead roses
Wilted and cracked
No longer sweet-smelling
For water they have lacked

Once and elegant bouquet
Now withered and lifeless
Decaying in a precious crystal vase
Not even once missed


Details | Rhyme | |

holokauston Page 1 of 2

Around that table, picture the scene
Self appointed leaders if you know what I mean
What were the topics on the Agenda that day
The Jewish race is about to pay

Who gave the right for this decision that's made
Who has the right to cleanse and degrade
To decide who lived, to decide who dies
Another chapter, I still wonder why

They came in the day they came in the night
Women and children pulled out of sight
Herded aboard like cattle and sheep
Many a family awoke from their sleep

Dazed and confused as they are taken away
Where will they be at the end of the day
From their warm houses and their warm beds
What must be going through their heads

As they travel through days and through the night
Up ahead, they see lots of lights
They depart the trucks and board the train
Their faces scared under the strain

Asking questions from family and others
Generations, sisters and brothers
Why are we here, where are we going
Windowless carriages with no way of knowing

We come to a stop, soldiers aplenty
Towers and wire, topped with sentries
What can this place be they have taken us to
As we head to large gates as they shuffle us through

Families separated, herded in file
Women and children, not one did smile
Taken to rooms where our heads were shaved
Is this the way humans behaved

Clothes discarded, as we enter the shower
No signs of water no signs of power
Doors slammed as we are all crammed in
History will recall this evil of sins

As we stand in the dark, chanting Jewish faith
Can hear the voices can't see the face
Noises above, do the showers start
The event has begun that tells us Humans apart

Questions and sighs, as walled vents show daylight
Some thing is falling then their slammed tight
A strange aroma starts to fill the air
As all around are screams of despair

Twenty minutes have passed and the quietness is rife
Two thousand people, two thousand lives
Pellets called HCN, or Hydrogen Cyanide
Contribute to this Genocide


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-2.php


Details | I do not know? | |

Whispers

I once heard a saying,
that the happiest people are the saddest
Shining because they’ve seen the darkest
Like the lotus that grows out of mud
Or the rotting stump that bears a bud..

You never know what troubles the mind
So be careful with words unkind
The glowing person just beside you
Could be a crumbling ruin behind the hairdo
 Most people struggle everyday
Souls burdened with decay..

I guess it takes a lot of courage
To act normal with that damage
Hard to believe that under the surface
Lives a soul with no purpose
A cry for help won’t be any crisper
Listen to the their inner whisper..


Details | I do not know? | |

The Only Way

A life of pain and mistaken thoughts
Afew sliced veins a kid mistaught
A kids mistrust
His soul in tatters
To his wrist this razor was thrust
His dreams shattered
A life of lies
A kid misunderstood
His unheard cries
Wanting nothing but to cause some good
Sitting alone
Thinking of his past
His future unknown
For this day will be his last
Wanting only for this pain to be gone
Suicide, the only way he knows how
So he knows this dawn
It will be over now, all over
He grabs his blade
Holds it to his wrist
His life betrayed
Longing to feel its final kiss
He screams
Blood starting to gush
It was just like his dreams
Such a rush
He smiles knowing
The pain is over now
His blood if flowing
It was the only way he knew how


Details | Rhyme | |

Dear DaD

Dear DaD,
Please do not think of me and weep. 
I did not die on that dim lit street.
I'm the sun that shines on you in a warm loving way. 
I'm the son you'll reunite with on some future day.
I'm the young man in your car whom you taught how to drive. 
I'm the little boy who looked up to you as I walked by your side.
I'm the sound of children laughing full of happiness and glee. 
Do you recall how much I'd laugh when you'd often tickle me?
I'm all those Birthdays and Christmas Holidays that you never forgot.
You would shower me with presents whether I was a good boy or not.
I know that you miss me, that's why I show up 
in your dreams as a child or sometimes grown up,
but after the dream has ended, you awaken feeling sad.
Perhaps this will cheer you up.
You Were The Greatest Dad I Could Have Ever Had.
You took me out camping and taught me how to swim.
We'd race and play games and you'd always let me win.
You took me bike riding every morning before school.
All my friends used to tell me, "Your dad's really cool."
I'm all of those bright blue eyed boys that you occasionally see
who all seem to have a striking resemblance of me.
So please Dad, don't ever think of me and cry.
My Presence Is All Around You.
I will never die.

Your Loving Son Always,

Michael 

 05/04/1974 - 10/27/1991
You Will Never Be Forgotten
You Will Always Be Loved
Rest In Peace My Beloved Son

"To the one held responsible and accountable for my son's death.
To the one responsible for taking my son's last dying breath.
To the one who caused so much misery and sorrow to your family and mine.
To the one found guilty of manslaughter who has now served his time.
If you are truly remorseful, then I've only one last thing to say to you.
If you are truly remorseful then I Forgive you."


Details | Blank verse | |

Love Song

Here’s what I’m thinking now 
at the end of the world: 

There are no atheists in foxholes— 
no theists in politics. 
If knowledge is power, 
and power corrupts, 
then why did I bother reading you, Cicero? 

Does it matter that I didn't’t love you? 
Would it have mattered if I did? 

There’s a poetry reading tonight 
whence I’I'll chide other poets 
who don’t sit alone. 
I won’t bring up death 
but I might have to breathe, 
even into a mike 
and mouth lines to get a snap or a boo 
maybe even a wince or two. 

Just maybe I’I'll talk about love 
and how following your heart is like following a dog— 
it only leads to vittles and (female dogs). 
But how many times have I used that line 
since the story I wrote about you, 
a witty and sexy and fictional you? 
Most likely I’I'll read something tonight about you. 

I won’t recite it from memory 
because I don’t think about you that much anymore, 
not even when I search for my socks in your drawer 
or when I put on the scratchy sweaters you give me, 
horizontally striped to bring out my eyes? 

I don’t remember your eyes 
except they are blue. 
And I don’t remember you, 
not even when I smell cucumber and apple, 
not even when I sleep on my side of the bed 
or when you walk through the door 
happy to see me; 
even then I don’t remember you. 
Does it matter that I don’t love you? 
Would it have mattered if I did? 

How about a few one-liners 
for the end of days?— 

Depression is self-awareness, 
which you’d know if you were; 
I need Ritalin to listen to you, 
Lithium to hug you, 
Viagra to feel you, 
and Valium to sleep. 

All you need 
is me standing there, waiting at home 
with turns of phrase and word plays 
telling you about why I hate Ayn Rand 
but want to buy as much as I can 
and how I love celebrity gossip 
and detest poetry slams 
and find rhyming trite 
except when I am. 

Hypocrites can still be right, 
which you do understand 
because you nod at my nonsense 
about fighting the man. 

But now, at the end of all things— 
I’m speechless and witless and pointlessly well-read, 
and you’re just sitting there, smiling 
asking me to pass the bread.


Details | Bio | |

35 Seconds to Suicide

1…2…3…4…
This is battle…This is war.

5…6…7...8…
Escape is just beyond this gate.

9...10...11...
All good girls go to heaven.

12...13...14...15...
The blade is ready, the blade is keen.

16...17.,.18...19...
Everybody must demean.

20...21...22...
I’d be alive if they only knew 

23...24...25...26...
My problems are too hard to fix. 

27…28…29…30…
Life is everything but sturdy.

31…32...33…
Life is the lock, death is the key. 

34...3-...


Details | Personification | |

a conversation with steven-his battle with aides

i have seen my death
wrapped around a maypole
waving four corners in the wind
hauntingly
playing 
peek-a-boo with my soul

i have seen my death
as i march onto the battlefield
aimed to kill
that which threatens my very existence
my right to stand
on the balcony of life
feast my gaze on the rising sun
interlaced with the aroma of morning dew
sit at the edge of a quiet stream
watch the sun slip slowly
behind the mountain peaks
the air dancing
with the fragrance of lilac

i have seen my death
viewed through the stethoscope
of the minds of learned men
that boast their knowledge
their talent
their skill
as i move away from sterile hands
with sterile anger
pushing away sterile needles
that have not the cure
only promises of next time
i want answers to this rage
this terror
that no man understands

i have seen my death
through the eyes of my loved ones
as they kiss away
my fear
their fear
my death
their death
i cannot enter 
into their quiet soft place
my space
is filled with shadows
as i watch them close the coffin
on their humanness
but not their souls

i have seen my death
and
i'm not ready to die


Details | Epitaph | |

Suicide Is My Only Choice (I'm sorry)

i became a Christian... and now i realize... death is the only answer....


i hate to admit
that i live my life
it sickens me so

i found Christ
and i found him alone

i find it funny
that the church continues
to feel i should stay that way

alone

they banish me
outcast me
and see me as bad person

all because of what I've done
in my past

i love god
and i love Jesus
but sadly
i cannot stand Christians

they are what first made me
what i used to be

is it fair to anyone
who wants to be one of us
has to feel so bad
at what the church says
he must become

people say to live by example
but what if the example
is fake
and what if the example
is what is keeping you from becoming
what your meant to be

its sad
the church, that is
to see such a beautiful building
and it have such a rotten core

if people could only see
that the church is not Christianity
theres no way a person in there will set you free

only one of them can

his name is Christ

i loathe the fact that some of the 'christians'
think they are so worthy
to save somebody
but they don't realize
they save nobody
only THE ONE can save one from the one they used to be

i mean
look at me


Details | I do not know? | |

A Disease

Depression is a disease
A disease just like cancer
Some people underestimate it
“Snap out of it” is not an answer.

I may not have any open sores
Or lumps that you can see
They are all on the inside
And the pain won’t let me be

I have tons of scars
That covers my wrist
I lie awake at night and pray
That by death I may be kissed

It’s a real pain inside
People don’t understand
They are not willing to give
The love I demand

On the outside I look healthy
On the inside I know I’m not
The pain gets worse everyday
Even worse that I could have thought

I withdraw myself and put myself
In a place where I can’t be seen
All because life can be so
So extremely mean

If I go missing, then please don’t bother
Don’t worry your little head
Because the next time you find me
I may as well be dead



Details | Elegy | |

A Death Unborn

          Waiting on inspiration and wasting time.
Yet the search continues until I'm out of my mind.
         Then there's the other side of the story that nobody wants to hear.
And faced with reality,I realize my greatest fear.
          With my bloodline destroyed,there's nothing left.
 I embrace the day when I'll take my finale breathe.
          For the end to come,now I welcome the day.
 Then take to the grave,all the things I never got to say.
          On my way to a place,where I'll finally find peace.


Details | Bio | |

THE LYRE WAS HIS DISGUISE

Nero was a cruel, unfair emperor playing 
the lyre as his disguise to conceal his consuming guilt;
and he caused destruction without feeling
an ounce of pity for those he governed with distrust.


Why did he want to destroy a city so mighty and glorious,
and replace it with a Golden Palace and magnificent gardens?
It seems inconceivable, but it was confirmed by many as the Great Fire
which ravaged Rome for six horrible days...who dared to call Nero a liar? 


On the rooftop, with the widest view of Rome burning underneath,
Nero played the lyre as his disguise...singing,"The destruction of Troy" with derision.  
And while looking so innocent and sad, he did nothing to control it;
wasn't his madness an evident sign of that contemplated act brought to completion?  


Finding the scapegoats was too easy for him, to cover up his evil deed...
he blamed the Christians and had them thrown to the beasts of the Colosseum,
but many more were crucified along the Via Appia and was Nero appeased?
No, he still continued to play the lyre as his disguise with increased delirium.


Details | Lyric | |

Borderline's Wreckage

I'm Agonizing every Word that my mind Creates You've done this all to me release your wrath to Me You wonder How much a Human Heart can take I've reached the limit You've invaded me on every level none of this is Mine anymore I can't bleed enough for You We're through This, This Torture Homicidal With You Suicidal Without You Feel Free to abuse If it's you I won't lose The Winds push away The Vines pull forth I'm at a lose on what to do So very lost and Confused Don't say we're through Homicidal With You Suicidal Without You I Hate you ...Don't leave me I push you so far away But need you so close I'm on the edge you're all I really need I'll do anything Just don't Abandoned me leaving has it's toll Homicidal With You Suicidal Without You


Details | Lyric | |

Why me, cruel world, WHY ME?

Cruel, cruel world,
Why me?
I never hurt you,
Why must you hurt me?

When does it stop?
That tearing pain inside me.
Will it ever leave?
It's slowly driving me crazy.

This life will end,
But why must I wait?
Let me go now,
I want it to end!

Don't hold me here,
In pain that's so deep.
Take me away,
To a better place.

I want out,
I never wanted this.
Why should I live?
I don't want to be here!

You tear me apart,
You say to be strong.
I'm crackling and crumbling,
As I scream out in rage;

        WHY ME?


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An Unfair Ending (Edited for space limits)

His face, withered, gaunt
His eyes cloudy, filled with a haunting vacancy
His voice weak , shallow
Seldom spoken these last difficult days

His hair is white and thin
His skin, so delicate and discolored
The strength has left his fragile body
And he lies, waiting

Yet I remember the man who was my Father
In my youth, so tall and strong
His eyes a deep blue with a depth of the seas
Thick, wavy, black hair tousled about his head

He walked with an unaware arrogance
Never knowing that all eyes were upon him
This handsomest of men, beautiful, confident
No one could match his brilliance, his seductive air

Unconscious, innocent of the power he possessed
The command he held with peers, a leader of men
A bright star in the universe, a life spent searching for answers
Politics, Economics, Religion…his battlegrounds

Yet, with all his perfection
He remained kind and true to all
Generous, loving; never an unkind word
A light for all who knew him

But the cruelty of life is worse for some
His body wracked with an unforgiving disease
Seizing him, slowly at first…a tremor
Then completely, leaving him helpless

Dependent upon those who had worshipped his strength
Lying in his bed, languished, weak
Nearly impossible to eat, difficult to drink
Each day descending further into darkness

Life’s cruelest blow to one so special 
Chosen by angels as their brightest star
So blessed to have loved such a man
Still loved, but pitied for the terrible loss

For such men were never meant to suffer this fate
To fade each day, closer to oblivion
He would never have chosen this
Broken, suffering silently in stoic resignation

Pride now replaced with painful gratefulness
He tries to manage a smile
His rigid muscles fighting the instinct
For he spent his life smiling

But old age has given him no peace
No time to reflect on the legacy he leaves
He waits as life deals its unjust ending
For one who was so great, so good

I hold his cold, thin hand in mine
Holding back the tears that burn
I will remember him, the Father whom I have loved
I see him walk away, wavy black hair, a cute little wink

As he leaves this tired shell, worn, used up
Once again becoming the unbroken man
I see him strut again, his quick, bouncy steps
As he climbs the ladder to the heaven he has earned

I hear the trumpets of the angels
Welcoming their special creation
A man of compassion and ideals
My Father, My Daddy…How I will miss him


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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


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The Mayan Declared

The year is 2025 I have come back to my past To witness the Mayans Who said Earth would not last 2012 Was the year they declared That the planet we knew Could never be spared An Asteroid shower We could never comprehend Sends this heaven to hell In catastrophic spend The first to hit Was the daddy of them all Our axis twisted The human race in fall Just of Madagascar In the Indian Ocean It's where it all started That set our demise in motion Tsunami waves Like giant tower blocks Swamped Indonesia As Polynesia rocked The force of impact Reverberated west On the Canary Islands A dormant volcano so reft It's massive mountain side Into the Atlantic slipped To the eastern seaboard Of the United States it shipped A second Tsunami Half the world long Would submerge the east Taking the weak and the strong The second to hit Hit a place struck before Tunguska in Russia Receives another sore Daylight turns to night As earth meets our skies Fallout from the reactors In shattered demise Radiated clouds Eventually filter down Leaving bleeding lacerations As we humans death drown Smaller asteroids Some just a few hundred feet Around the world they were marvelled Until they meet their greet The place where I stand now Was Yosemite National Park Now dark ridges of black So bare and stark It's been many many years Since the sun shone through the screen When I close my eyes I remember When the earth was lush and green How many of us survived Will we ever know Was this in our destiny I think all around me, now shows


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God's Plan

All I can do is wonder. 
I'll never really know. 
OI'll never get to hug her, 
and she'll never see me grow.
When I wake up tommorrow, 
this nightmare won't be gone.
I'll never have what I took for granted, 
a chance to know my Mom. 

I know I shouldn't cry, 
because that won't bring her back.
It doesn't make up for the emptiness
or the love that I lack.
I'm almost grown up now.
I did it all by myself.
But I can't help but wish
I could be like everyone else.

I'm excluded from some "special bond"
and memories to be shared.
When all I ever asked for
was to have someone who cared.
The tearstains on my pillow
outnumber memories.
The only way I know her
is to see her in my dreams.

Daddy said she loved me,
but God called her home.
I don't know why he took her, 
the only Mom I'd ever known.
I guess he has a hidden plan, 
a reason I can't see.
I'm waiting for it to come together
and work out okay for me. 

I hope I'll understand some day
just what God has in mind. 
So no matter how much I miss my mother
I'll follow God's plan and be alright.


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An Evening in with the Cat

If I had a bottle of pills
I’d dump them out inside my mouth
Take the last few swigs of vodka
And swallow all of them down

If I had a big sharp knife
I’d drag the cold steel across my skin
If I thought for a moment it might
Bring this feeling to an end

I’d stare down the barrel
If I had a gun
Find the trigger with my finger
Pull it and be done

If I had a car
I’d park inside the garage
Leave the motor running
Till the poison filled my lungs

If I had a rope
I’d make myself a noose
Dangle there in my own doorway
Till somebody cut me loose

If I had someone to love
I'd probably treat them bad
Since that's all that I've known
In relationships of the past

 If I had a heart in my chest
I'd be able to forgive and forget
But there is nothing left
Of that beating mass of flesh

So I'll just continue
Sitting all alone and in the dark
A typical evening in with the cat
Doesn't seem that bad after all.


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Lamenting Spirit

Seemingly standing alone,
In the shadows of doubt and fear,
Lost, cold, forgotten,
Cold is the grasp of death that nears

Seeking a hand in darkness of solitude,
Wishing for nothing but a love,
Turned away, cast aside, borne not even a stray, lone thought,
Towering aloft, looked down upon from far above

Throned so high overhead, just as kings of old,
Glared down upon, a lowly tear forsaken so,
Caught within a trap, drowning, mists of sorrow,
A voice unheard, a voice deserted, only a voice in woe

Wandering such great, forlorn paths,
A derelict mind harshly beat, a mind that has since long been vacant,
Rove, this neglected child does,
One mind among so many, outcast, this dolor mind abeyant. 


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Emotions

Emotions to fill the vastness of a lake.
       I think of you drowning in that lake.
       I offer you my hand, and
  lacking the courage 
 of your convictions
 you say no.
 And you wallow 
 in your sorrow,
   and the banks overflow.


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Scatter My Ashes

Scatter my ashes
You can't keep them here
I know you've got me in stashes
Just let go my dear

Keep our memories
Say good-bye to my body
Please be at ease
Say good-bye to my body

I'll save you a place
Up here in heaven
I'm surrounded by grace
Up here in heaven

No need to worry
I found my way home
Clear your eyes so blurry
There's no need to roam

Scatter my ashes
You can't keep them here
I know you've got me in stashes
Just let go my dear


*Written on May 4, 2012*


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The Nymph

I live on that borrowed time
What do you know about me...
She was a nymph that got me
In sexual moments she kills
She gives something unwanted
A disease, unknown to all
Now I’m living with something
That could kill me instantly
I feel nothing but knowing
I could die...
This nymph knew me all too well
She used me
Can kill me and not be there
I just live on borrowed time
Death will one day lean on me
I will die

Russell Sivey


Details | I do not know? | |

The Mighty Waves

The aching need to be near
The enduring pain no one could bear
Trying to control the mounting fear
As disaster strucked unaware.

Felt so alone, with no one there
Seeing the love ones drifted apart
But they could only see,
As they became the ocean's heart.

Who could express the lost they had?
Who could feel the heart hurting so bad?
Crying over a lost son who is just a little lad
They could do anything but bring him back.

Country shattered and torn
People left homeless
Mighty wave come and gone
Strong but merciless...


Details | Free verse | |

The Chasm Of Depression And Death

The Chasm Of Depression And Death

Screams heard in the far off distance
Tales of pain and horror
Echoing through the night
They call for a hope that is never to come
Their calls fall on deaf ears of those who went before
The light from the distant blood red moon is dim in lost chasm
Unable to show what the night has hidden
Depression and thoughts of death fill the air
Young people die by their own hands
One useless suicide after another
Their futures destroyed while their screams go unanswered
Hope hides on the edge of the valley
Just out of reach and so far out of their dreams
It waits for someone to find it
Wanting to reach down to help
It starves from the lack of attention
Young people dying in a chasm of depression and death
Never giving life or hope a chance
Never looking to the heavens
Never finding what they should have seen all along
If only someone, somewhere would have said something
Made them look harder at the edge of the chasm
Maybe it could have saved just one life
Then another and another until the chasm closed
And no other young person would fall into its depths


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Freedom from the Wall

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


Details | Ballad | |

Violet

In London, away in a terrace
Half-hidden with elm trees and grime,
Lived young Violet, in her parents' house,
Left alone for near all of the time,

As her mother had no patience to teach her
And her father was working all day,
Violet read to herself through her childhood
Forgetting her seclusion in play,

Any friends she made as a young woman
Would laugh at her stitches and cloth,
For they knew that Violet was quite useless
And so showed their neat needlework off,

Poor Violet kept trying her best, but
Each time everyone ran her down,
She retreated back into her mind's warmth
Far away from that cold-blooded town,

Then one night, as the raindrops were piercing
Through the rueful, restricting twilight,
Violet threw on her Sunday attire and
Did at once in the darkness delight,

So she ran through the alleys and gardens,
Dancing down the pitch-black London streets,
Her beautiful dress flew about her
As she skipped past the other deceits,

Violet's stories swam round in her memory
As she flew through the night and the stars,
And she bathed thoroughly and with relish
Until Violet was cleansed of her scars,

Now her heart was open and happy,
So she laughed and fluttered her tail,
Carelessly gliding free through the water
And onwards to the ocean did sail.

As the weary sun rose on the next day
Her friends could be seen on the pier,
Dabbing at their dry eyes with their hankies,
Voices straining trying to sound sincere,

"It has hurt us so indescribably,
That because of her poorly-sewn hems,
Violet felt she was inferior to us
And has drowned herself in the Thames."

Violet's parents had not yet noticed
The absence of their only daughter,
And they would understand even less
How she came to be dead underwater,

But Violet was now free to prosper,
To swim and to dance and to glide,
And with angels and mermaids to play with,
She would always in her dreams reside.


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My Long Lost Friend

He was my best friend
His name was Snoopy
He was a beagle
My favorite pet.

I got him on Christmas day
He was just a little pup
I loved him so much
Then God took him away.

He was out hunting 
He never came back
He was gone 
Just like that.

I wonder every day
Where is he
Alive or…
Dead?

I still miss him so
I cry at night
Missing him
Missing him.  



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Why Must It Be

Can I let you go? Will you be okay? Where you're headed now...to a better place Listen to my words of forgiveness relieving this pain I'd give anything to have you back again To hold you once more in my arms, one more day of happiness you now dwell within my heart Your innocent smile is forever a distant memory, and the times that we share are precious treasures that I spend reliving The Shadow of Death Took you in just one breath Why must it be? I cry behind this closed door, searching desperately for an answer, yet all I feel is an emptiness inside... despair haunts me forevermore Why did you have to go? Why did you have to leave? Why does this have to hurt? Cancer robbed thy life from thee... Why must it be? Fly away Angel Child of Mine Trod thy broken paths, roam away, fly and be free... Why must it be?


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THE PRICE OF OIL, PART I

The nurse ordered her to push, push, push
in her best proper voice 
and linen balled in red fists knotted
and sweat falls from red face knotted 
while Billy, head first, tugged and yanked by nurse's proper hands, 
emerges, gently laid upon the blood soaked sand 
motionless in the sulfur haze, almost well-behaved 
amongst the rifle clatter and bewildered screams - 
get down! get down! get down! 
while Billy breathes slowly, undisturbed, 
his eyes closed with new mom 
gently caressing matted, cark curls, 
her fingers, no longer knotted, extended,
Billy's tiny hands and infant fingers 
grip the plastic ribbing 
around the rifle barrel smeared in stickiness that flows out 
from below Billy and onto sand, puddling, his lips chapped and parted, 
suckling as new mom exhausted weeps 
in relief of two arms and two legs and everything okay 
as she holds him, hurting for him, 
everything that might happen, 
everything that will happen, 
and she drifts off to slumber, 
mother and child peacefully spent 
in soft pretty colors 
and the soft murmur of the television as the sedan 
with government plates at the curb 
and a Marine in dress blues (Oh, God) stands plastic in the doorway 
and uses his best proper voice (Oh God, not Billy, Oh God) 
to regretfully tell her, 
and uses surprised hands to catch her when her legs 
regretfully cannot hold her 
and she sobs on the floor like a mother who outlived her son, 
exhausted as the day Billy was born.
Screw this war.


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Heroes Soon Forgotten

Disease beneath the skin, iron will can never win.
Death in the air, sorrow and misery the killing pair.
What's no longer in the mind, has left for no one to find.
The eery chill, just waiting for the kill.
Demons never cease, death will never release.
The cold dead fingers, kills sorrows singers.
The dead in the earth, doomed from birth.
Lightning streaks the sky, as angels begin to cry.
The mighty hell fire, will never tire.
The infected precense, causes all to wince.
Throughout seasons, death has no reasons.
Hours are days, as the darkness forever stays.
Knife carves through bone, as the end is shown.
Before the damned awake, this world will break.
No repents for the sinner, in this game there is no winner.
When will we see the light, for all sicken of this endless fight.
The heroes will soon be forgotten, for now the loving hearts are rotten.
In those crying eyes, the darkness continues to rise.
Death plays the tune, beckoning the wicked soon.
Will this never end, for all have not sinned.
Remembering the dead, as all watched as demons fed.
Can any make it through, as hearts break in two?
All that remains, is the haunting scars and pains.
Trembling before shadows lord, deafening as the reaper has roared.
The blade falls, without the slightest pause.
Who can rise above, and make true what we've dreamt of?
Who can we trust, to fight through greed and lust?
Shattered dreams, tore through the seams.
We fight this master, as our lives drain faster.
Death comes to all, as they hear the voiceless call.
Getting closer to the gates, who now controls our fates?
Laughter burning through our ears, consuming all fears.
Finally there is freedom, finally the light has come.


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My Name Is Sam

The kids are playing in the park 
It's late afternoon,  but not yet dark 
Time for one last game of hide and seek 
"Everybody hide and nobody peek".

One little girl stops on the grass to tie her shoe 
She has to hurry before they find her to
Suddenly a shadow falls over her 
She looks up to find a strangers face 

"Hello little girl", the man says with a grin 
"Would you like me to help you win"?
"I'm not allowed to talk to strangers Mommy says"

He reaches out and takes her hand 
"Well ", he says "My name is Sam"
Now that we have met, your Mommy wouldn't object 
"I guess your right", she says with a smile on her face
And she lets him guide her to a hiding place 

Within an hour, everyone is searching the park 
She hasn't come home and now it's dark 
They search and search,  but to no avail 
Her Mother is frightened and very pale

The police arrive and comb the woods 
A short distance in,
The search dog Buddy 
Makes a very grizzly discovery 

They find her lying on the ground 
Her tiny body bent and bound 
Her panties down around her knees 
The horrific scene covered in leaves

Her Mom sees the ambulance by the woods 
She arrives in time to see her beloved daughter 
Being carried in a black  bag thru the trees
The shock and pain bring her to her knees 

Her tears rage, "Oh My God, how can this be,
It was only a game, who whould want to hurt my child?"
She shakes her head, her eyes gone wild 
"Dear God, please no, don't let this be, please, please, 
bring her back to me"!

A few days later in a little church graveyard 
She buries her only child 
Her anger burns deep within 
For the person who perpetrated this sin 

She prays to the Lord for justice to prevail 
As the casket is lowered to the ground 
She prays that he will soon be found

Across town on that very day 
The children are playing in the park 
It's late afternoon, but not yet dark
A man approaches another one and extends his hand
"Hello", he says "My name is Sam"!


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holokauston Page 2 of 2

After the quiet we all have to go
Dragged and carted by the Sonderkommando
To be dumped in pits covered by lime
A race to dispose by it's Human slime

Auschwitz, Buchenwald & Dachau slaughtered
Many a son, many a daughter
Experiments on children women and men
Some aged 90, many under 10

In 45, their end was near, how many alive would reappear
As Russians, British and US troops
Chased the Hun to their German roots
Each camp reached showed it's sordid past
Where millions of me, were massively gassed

In Auschwitz, to this present day
Birds don't fly, no animals play
The reminder is all for there to see
Those terrible days what happened to me

It's 1948, our Nation is born
From histories past, populations torn
To all who survived I wish you well
And our new born world, called Israel 


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-2.php


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Suicide

I stare into the eyes of death itself
About to take my life
Cold sweat rolls down my face
As I hold to my wrist a knife

I cut my wrist deep
Adreline runs through my veins
I cut it deeper and deeper
My arm is numb from the pain

I move to my other wrist
As I sit with a smile on my face
I watch the blood run down my arms
I return the knife to its case

My eyes are blank now
Nothing but black starts to pour in
I have bled to death
I have committed a sin


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Nobody Knew

Nobody knows the pain she hides,
No one cares to look inside.
This little girl that’s only nine,
Has to fight to stay alive.

Her mom’s an alcoholic,
And her daddy does drugs.
She gets beaten and bruised,
Instead of kisses and hugs.

Nobody hears the little girl’s cries,
Nobody notices her wet swelled eyes.
When her mommy is drunk and her daddy is high,
So she doesn’t get beaten, she has to hide.

She’s sick of the pain,
That she suffers from every night.
She’s sick of getting punished,
For her mom and dad’s fights.

So, she went downstairs and grabbed a rope,
And hung it way up high.
She stood on a chair and put her head through the noose,
And jumped and hung there to die.

Her mom came home drunk that night,
Her daddy came home high.
To find her hanging by the rope,
To find out she had committed suicide.

Nobody knew the pain she hid,
Nobody cared to look inside.
The little girl that had wet swelled eyes,
Committed suicide and no longer has to fight to stay alive.


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Injustice

He prepares for a carefree day,
for jovial conversations,
for cheerful smiles and lively faces.
He’s a young boy. Just like me.
My mind swells with ceaseless terror.
 I plead in my prayers
that our lives shall prolong further than this day.
I prepare for the grand attack.

He ambles through the village.
Laughter escapes the vivid frames 
of him and his companions.
Not an ache in his limbs.
Not a burden in his heart.
I move anxiously ahead.
My feet without ease omit swarms of bodies.
Some still emit shallow breaths.
Inadequate sounds escape their mouths
and their eyes writhe.

For him, time passes swiftly 
and a late train is the crisis of the day.
In that day, not a thought does he spare
for his fellow human beings.
For our sacrifice he doesn’t care.

As for me, time stays almost still.
I’m imprisoned in a time warp of pain.
My best friend clings off the un-cut wire
and blazing bullets glide through
the torn flesh of his chest.

He lies in his bed.
Wrapped around him a soft blanket,
under his head a warm pillow.
He’s a young boy. Just like me.

But only the moist earth serves me as a cushion, 
and only the bodies of my lifeless friends
serve me as heat.
I lie in a shell-hole; I lie in my grave. 



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Jesse

The sun was blaring down 
That August afternoon
When Jesse came into the town 
Of Early Blossom Bloom
The sun had blistered up his skin
His shoes were worn and tired
The clothes he wore upon his back
Was all that he acquired

Jesse was a loner 
Traveled light and all alone
No family he could speak of
No place to call a home
For food and basic shelter
He would trick upon the street
For a twenty dollar bill 
His throat would be a treat

His body aged and weary 
From the life now forced to live
A new found way of living
No man had chose to give
The effort once put forth
Strength he no longer had
To earn an honest living
A concept he didn’t have

What would come of Jesse 
No trade to call his name
In life he loved so many men
Each one a different way
But love for him was just a fix
An action he would show
Not something that would stick around
And nourish his inner soul

He travels to the city 
In hopes to find a friend
One last fool to take
Before giving up his sin
But in this town 
There was no one
To cater Jesse’s ways
No place for him to go and stay
Or a simple bed to lay

He sat down on the park bench
As dusk filled up the sky
Weary from the journey made
In hunger he did cry
In life he played a hell of a dance
No partner came to stay
Deep down afraid 
The city streets
Would be his home to stay

In Jesse’s heart was anger
For the people passed him by
Not one kind word was spoke to him
He sat alone and cried
His prayers of some compassion
Were seemingly unheard
This was life for him now
Banished from the world

He died that night a lonely man
On the park bench all alone
Laid to rest in a lonely grave
The place he now calls home
The life and times of Jesse
Now just a memory 
He was a man most would forget
For shame of his company

Think back on the life and times
That Jesse brought to earth
Would you have shown compassion?
If you seen him all alone
Who is to say who is to judge
For a life lived on the streets
For Jesse it was all he knew
And all he could ever be


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Your Gone

As the tears fall down from my face,
I think about that magical place.
You took me there when I was young,
but that was before the pain begun.
You walked me down the road of life,
preparing me to be a mother and a wife.
You would hold my hand and say have no fear,
mommy's not going anywhere, I'll always be here.
But that was wrong and so were you,
you left me mom, what am I to do?
I've been told life goes on,
but it can't be, because you're still gone.
I pray at night to see you in my dreams,
but you're never there, just terror and screams.
How could this happen, how could this be?
The woman I love so dearly up and left me.
I go to the grave every afternoon,
I sang our favorite song, it was a nice little tune.
But since your gone I've changed some things,
about marriage and babies and diamond rings.
Those things are not important to me now,
I ask myself, how did this happen, when and how?
You let yourself go to that place in the sky,
but it happened so sudden mom, please tell me why?
You left me a note by your bed,
you wrote moments before you ended up dead.
Please tell me why you took your own life,
you were a such loving mother and a dear wife.
You didn't write much, just a few lines,
to tell me you love me, and it would be better in time.
But now that your gone, it's not better at all,
I just lay in my bed, I scream and I bawl.
To know what you done, it's too hard to bare,
I stand at your grave with a cold desperate stare.
You were a daughter, a loving mother, and a dear wife,
Why did you do it mom, why did you use that knife?
I wonder everyday, it's all I think about,
There's only one thing it could be, without a doubt.
You went to a dark place, filled with murder and thugs,
I know why I lost you mom, you could no longer fight the drugs.
You could have reached out and told someone before,
now it's too late, death has already knocked and opened your door. 
I'm sorry, so sorry, I could not see,
the reason you are dead is because of me.
I wasn't there to help when you needed me most,
Now I can't see you, not an image or a ghost.
I've answered my question, I just waited too long,
I know my mistake now, but it's too late, your gone.


Details | Free verse | |

Wrists

The sharp edge 
catches the light on my
wrist like a bangle that was 
meant to be there

The blade has teeth but
doesn't smile
it just knows, it just understands
me
and my shaking fingers

like a servant 
it will do as I ask
like a slave
there is no choice
like a friend 
it loves me more than others
who find themselves
on the opposite side
of my locked
bathroom door

And now I call, now I let fall
all of the change
I would never see come to pass
I hold tight to the razor edge
and bury it through my vanishing skin
I can't win, but I will be here
fighting back the world
with a leaking heart

Which spills off my arms...
onto a desensitized, white floor

This is my door, my way
my red choice forming pools
around my fallen, slumped hands

I just want to be understood
I just want to show
all this color within

And you can have it now
I give you all of me
colorless and empty

Since now I finally make it right
I've finally saved 
my
life...


Details | I do not know? | |

Words I Never Said

    My soul mate, my love, my friend
     We had a bond that would never end
      There was a time you belonged to only me
      But that was a long time ago
       And I foolishly set you free
      Never telling you I loved you so
      Never asking you not to go
     I always hoped there would be another time
     To once again feel your caress and your hand in mine
     But that time will never be
   The time has passed and all I have are memories
    All those words I should have said come back now to haunt me
    I never said I love you
    But know there was never anyone but you


Details | Couplet | |

Birth Of A Child

A woman shattered the night, with her agonizing scream
Sacrificing her might has dawned realization of a dream.

She has given me a wonderful heir, to bear my name
And left her sweet memories, for the spirits not wane.


Details | Rhyme | |

ALWAYS

She laid upon a red satin cover 
Beside her laid her grief stricken lover
His tears were silent as it was hard to discover 
For his love had died in the arms of another
The music plays from the heavens that hover
The angels await to take them together


Details | Rhyme | |

With Him goes a Rose

It was only a few days
On their barren soil
Through a doorway he went
So many lives now spoiled

An explosive device
Plastic in design
Could never be detected
Now a life resigns
 
The regimental medic
Rushes to his aid
To stem his internal bleeding
Through his eyes he fades

His lifeless soul lies lonely
As he is gently stretchered away
Where he will be flown back home
To where the angels play

In honoured ceremony
As he is carried to his carriage
On the tarmac awaits
His fiance, without marriage

In the chapel of rest
She stands in a tear laden pose
Her tribute to her lost one
With him goes a Rose

For tomorrow she will awake
A new day in her life
As she remembers her love
Who would have made her his wife




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss-2.php


Details | Senryu | |

The Judgment seat

every man must stand                                                                                             some kneel first time before God                                                                              sadly the last time


Details | Free verse | |

The Cancer

I've watched her vanish and dietirate into withering roses.

The pain that takes over her body is spreading fast and furious,

and only weakens her!

How can she bring so much light into a room of darkend souls, with her smile,

When she has only those two weeks to remain?

Why her a mother and new bride?

She doesnt want to miss a thing in her young boys lifes.

But... she already knows how it will be and how it will come.

Six days, six days she had before the death withen her took 

one last breath, and she vanished into the atmosphere and left.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Light

~The Light~

I remember the first time
 Voices in my head getting way too loud
Just a little girl unable to enjoy the world around me
I thought there was no way out
Almost took the easy way out
Then I saw something shining at the end of a long dark tunnel
It gave me hope
A reason to believe
As long as I kept my focus on

~The Light~

Thirteen and so very young
Afraid to tell a soul
About the demons in my head
I thought that I had to deal with them 
For myself by myself
Until I slipped and told a friend
Finding out she heard them sometimes too
Helped me feel a little better
It is just too bad she never had a chance to see
Brightness at the end of her tunnel
After she moved away
She just gave up 
Walking away from 

~The Light	~

I felt so bad 
Yet I managed to hide the pain
I always felt inside
Even in my darkest hours
With many attempts behind me 
I kept hoping to see

~The Light~

It is beautiful to see how a family can rescue 
Their fallen 
Just not giving up
Always feeling their unconditional love 
Knowing they were there
It all helped me walk out of that dark tunnel
Embracing

~The Light~

Now I firmly believe it is possible
For the most troubled soul
To find a way out
Without taking the easy way
With love and support
I know you can do it too
As you go through life’s journey
Wherever it may take you 
Always remember to look for and 
Embrace 

~The Light	~

By: Jean Shular


Details | Lyric | |

In My Eyes

Find a way to me. A way you will find. See the colors, In my eyes. Drain the grey, And the black. Bring the color, In my eyes. See flashing of blue, Flashes of green, Flashes of brown. If you search for me, Search for my eyes, There I will be found. See the rainbow inside. To think I went insane. You weren't mine. That's what would keep me sane. Dreams and flashbacks come into view. Thinking of what could we've been, Thinking of the pictures of you, Thinking of what we had, I knew I was doomed. See flashing of blue, Flashes of green, Flashes of brown. If you search for me, Search for my eyes, There I will be found. Much of darkness is in my eyes. Haven't you noticed I've been down? Showed my all the lies, Do you know in my tears, I drown? See flashing of blue, Flashes of green, Flashes of brown. If you search for me, Search for my eyes, There I will be found. See flashing of blue, Flashes of green, Flashes of brown. If you search for me, Search for my eyes, There I will be found. There I will wait, There I will cry, There I will relate, There I will die. ~ORIGINAL~ <3 Evalina Elena Eshiii E>


Details | Free verse | |

Shadowed

A shadowed cloud drops upon this day

Here, it comes to haunt our hearts

But do not falter at it's persistence

And wipe away your tears

For on this gloomy day we shall smile

Smile for what was there instead,

instead of crying for what is gone.

To each his own, but hold a friend

For in the day of the shadowed cloud,

You will have someone to lean on

And never be alone-for surely,

Surely the cloud will return

But thus your faithful friend is near


Details | Free verse | |

Heroin Hero

  Alone; as you lie on your bed
The stars brighten, serene
Such an ecstatically lovely scene
While these visions float in your head
Imagining hues of purple: divisions of colorful red
Teardrop sparks sprinkle the room
All around in sweetness croon
The words unheard, not said.
   Beauty beheld in radiant eyes
In you resides the strength of Achilles
Though at war within your smile is silly
All and sundry cries
A child unknown, underlies
This babe: birthed in the lion’s den
Whimpering song of saddened sin
Precious glowing guise.
   A moments life on a dealers rate
Mommy’s whoring liquid lance
Living within your secret trance
Ungodly was to procreate
Yet yours is to a tempted fate
To feel, to float, to steal a scream
A life conceived within a dream
With this are you given another date.
   Heaven awaits sweet heroin hero
Innocent babe with your precious grin
What you have now is only ten
Seconds counted backwards to zero
Alone to dwell in your place of limbo
A pasture for you, a bed of clouds
One more broken breath allowed
Goodbye sweet heroin hero.


   BY: DARREN J McMURRAY
       January 21,2008


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

I Need to Sleep

This searing pain within my chest
This urgent need to lay and rest
And rid me of my sheer distress
When did things become  a mess

These jarring thoughts going through my brain
They do not stop going round again
I live in fear of all I meet
I want to leave and to retreat

My anguish is not plain to see
It engulfs all parts of me
It stabs at me like sharp shards of glass
Nowhere to go, nowhere to pass

I feel no hope or motivation
No love or hate or devotion
I feel I’ve lost the will to live
I have nothing left to give

No one hears my rising cry
No one cares if I live or die
No one knows what it is I feel
No one knows what to me is real

I need to leave to find relief
I have no hope and no belief
So as I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord my soul to keep


Details | Rhyme | |

Travis

I was out at a bar,
no reason to think of war.
Thought I saw someone I knew,
the guy I saw looked like you.
"Did you hear the news?
A chopper went down & lost it's crew."
I thought of the war in Iraq,
more loved ones not coming back.
"Did you know that a local boy died?
His hometown's where your friends reside."
What came next caused a cold sweat,
that moment in time I'll never forget.
"Travis Fuller was his name."
I instantly felt nothing but pain.
I looked up at that familiar face,
I had to get out of that place!
It was not my friend who I'd found,
turning away I slammed my beer down.
I ever so quickly rushed outside,
in a parking lot I cried & cried,
panic hit me in the blink of an eye,
I wanted to run, I wanted to hide!
Trav, I can only imagine the fear in your heart,
falling to earth, knowing you were about to depart.
I went through my photos when I got home,
when I found the one I let out a moan.
You're at the prom with a great big smile,
I sat down & reminisced for a while;
meetings of the Civil Air Patrol,
I never knew the Marines was your goal.
I recalled rides home in Vinnie's car,
it suddenly seemed so bizarre.
My mind slipped into denial,
memories quickly compiled.
I looked at your picture & couldn't believe,                                                      
thoughts of you would now cause me to grieve.
I saw your eyes & exploded with raw emotion,
you couldn't be gone because of devotion!
I found myself again thinking of the past,
hoping your memories would always last.
"About face Fuller!" I once did yell,
but I never got to say farewell.
The day of your funeral came,
so many people forever changed.
As I stood in line I could smell the bouquets,
I signed the book and saw your pictures on display.
Over your casket the flag was draped,
slide shows of you on videotape.
I looked in and saw your face on the screen
I broke down in tears & held back a scream.
Your family was trying not to be weak
there was pain in every word they did speak.
The men by your casket standing on guard,
looked as if they were also scarred.
Their grief was for a brother lost overseas,
who fought as they did but paid the ultimate fee.
Trav, I hope you know that I will never forget,
I wish that I didn't have so many regrets!
I'll always remember the fun we had,
even the things we did that were bad!
There's a place deep inside no one can ever console,
Travis, I miss & love you, you're a part of my soul!







Details | Rhyme | |

Our Beloved Brother-Dedicated to Dwight Bouldin

Took a shortcut through this wicked world
But the long way through our hearts
Having a hard time convincing ourselves
That this end is a million starts

A companion and a confidant
A father and a friend
Had a smile that was never ending
Always lent a helping hand

Never a time, you couldn’t make us laugh
Not a problem you couldn’t mend
Our beloved brother, we’ll miss you dearly
With love until we see you again


Details | Rhyme | |

Before Her Heart Stopped Beating

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Just Reach

just reach your hand out to the sky
pull your loved ones back to your side

lets get to say one more goodbye
for we never wanted them to go away and die

as now the days and nights lay 
in such sweet disguise

so let us once again our lord
stare into their illumating eyes

as we reach out for them 
in your broad horizon sky

and get to hold and kiss them
even if their not by our sides

for if this is however feels when we die
then I'd like to be that angel in that sky

so I can just reach out right back
and wipe their tears too from their eyes



Tribute To Our Loved Ones
On The Other Side
May You All RIP


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 | Rhyme | |

Necessary Evil

take this blade 
and cut your wrists
make escape holes for the devil

let him leave you
through the bleeding
make the world then somewhat level

it's a sacrifice 
most unholy
but for the good of all mankind

so take thy soul
unto the slaughter
and you'll find i'm right in time

sure i'm just 
your shoulder demon
and yes i've fallen from what's divine

but no lives
will get saved this evening
'less you're willing to cross the line


Details | Verse | |

His Wife

In her cold tomb her spirit lingers,
It was his ring she wore upon her third finger.
A tainted body, so meek, so frail,
Once golden, now so pale,
With long hair and a painted face,
He could still smell her perfume,
But only a trace...
With baby's breath and a single faded rose,
He valued his wife more than diamonds,
To him she was more precious than gold.
Her life wasn't measured by the number of breaths she 
would take,
But by the moments when she took his breath away.
Such an untimely death, as he heard the doves lonely song,
He sat there wondering how life could go on.
Here comes the new dawn,
The sun would still shine.
He would remember her beauty,
Until the end on time.


Details | I do not know? | |

What is left to say...

Huddled, hands entwined as one,
the thoughts, the dread
felt like a terrifying storm,
its destruction powerfully felt.

As the tear flowed freely
and anxieties grew,
they clung tighter, closer;
though they already knew.

The room though non-sterile
reeked an aura of death,
for in this solemn room;
their worst fears were met.

As the doctor walked in
eyes stoic, stature tall,
he uttered the words;
your baby is gone.

She fought with the spirit
of one wise beyond her years,
you may be with your baby;
her sweet soul is now free.

Huddled, hands entwined as one,
they wept together, what was left to say.
The drunk driver who killed their baby
in this karmic world;

would pay; would pay.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

This I know

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why . . ?
Just tell me why . . .


Details | 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 | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Sitting On the Dock With Rene

I left my home, it  wasn't  so gorgeous,
but I knew I could no longer stay
I had nothing to live for,
seemed like only sadness would come my way,
headed for any deep water bay,
sitten' on the edge of sadness,...
wasted by time.....time...

on the bay of grief and sadness
I sat and wondered aloud....
how can I feel so lonely....
even in the midst of a crowd?

sittin' on the dock of sadness bay
wearing my ......crow....crown.....

I was royal fodder for sorrow,
looked like just sh_t would be comin' to me
I wanted so much to hold him,
but somehow   fate would not let that be.....

so I'm sitten' on the fringe of cryin'....
every day.....ay, ay, ay, ay...

I'd whistle if I could...
and if it'd bring him to me
for just one more day...
but my throat is simply too.
clogged with tears
what can I say?

I sit on the riverbanks
of mighty river styx
the river I've longed to cross
so I could hold him once more...
but sadness has stranded me
here, on this lonely shore...

for Rene, my sister in sorrow,
among the millions of us in
the dark seas of grief....


Details | Free verse | |

Is Death such a bad thing?

Is death such a bad thing?
Its the end of all the pain and suffering,
If you could see the end of all your tears,
Death is not so bad, But I cant think clear.
Is death such a bad thing?
It would stop all the pain of a broken heart,
It would be an end of all the bad things,
Of not knowing what to do, or where to start.
Is death such a bad thing?
I'm not quite sure,
I think I would just stop breathing,
For all my sadness to end death is a cure.  
Is death such a bad thing?
When it keeps your best friend,
When all they had left,
Was endless suffering.
Is death such a bad thing?
Where loneliness would be at bay,
Death is not so bad you see,
It took all the bad things away.


Details | Rhyme | |

Blank Page

I have no idea what compelled me To wonder what my future held The craze about finding my tomorrows To view delivers meld So I decided to decipher my wants To a Highland Seer I went The desire to dispel my haunts Kawasaki 500 sent v Sit down and close your eyes Put your palms on the table Whilst I shuffle your future be And allow the cards to enable . Silence befell my ears Thrilled, he spoke about my past All through my childhood years To be honest, I'm left aghast v He smiled at me as he wrote Requesting I read it later He wished me on my journey This Seer, my future translator Good evening, from the Highlands News As we report on a roadside crash A Kawasaki 500, has left the road An Ambulance in Emergency dash To the Hospital the News Crew followed Having caught up in this saddened case They were told of what was told inside In tear fear fold explained In pain, he whispers into the Paramedics ear Please read this letter to me On the opening of the envelope There were no words to read .


Details | Ballad | |

Martyr for the Unorthodox word

If I had over 10,000 dreams You'd be the only thing my mind could see Judgment couldn't be real Succumbing to the fear of this cold life Find a way to break through The self-destruction of wordly delusions Don't tell me I've lived so long in a lovely illusion Break me down until we find a Nirvanic state Then bring me a savior from transgressions An atoning sacrifice Send down to me a messenger for me to submit to Bring me the truth to break through The delusion Bring me the messenger to explain it all And let me leave behind Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Without a will to fight But I have the Means to be free I'll try to go with the word I believe But so many stones to be thrown Stakes to burn, limbs to break Faces to hate, scorns to taste Will I have the will to die Despite all of the tears no one will cry Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Broke my will Safetefied my soul Martyr for the Unorthodox word Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Without a will to fight But I have the Means to be free I'll try to go with the word I believe But so many stones to be thrown Stakes to burn, limbs to break Faces to hate, scorns to taste Will I have the will to die Despite all of the tears no one will cry Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Broke my will Safetefied my soul Martyr for the Unorthodox word


Details | Rhyme | |

You Will Be Missed

If you died today, 
What would you think?
Where would you go?
Do you think, you would think?
I don’t know.

Look down upon, those you love. 
Look down, look down,
From high above.
You see them grieving,
Hurting so much,
They regret your leaving,
They miss your touch.

Why oh why did you have to leave?
Come back come back,
Wipe their tears with your sleeve.
Give them a hug,
Tell them it’s alright.
It’s time to unplug.
The light is so bright.

They feel you here,
They feel you going.
Was a wonderful life,
One worth knowing.
Closer and closer,
To the light you go.
Brighter and brighter,
They will miss you so.


Details | Free verse | |

Vices

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


Details | Rhyme | |

The King Of Pop

from his abc's
to that freaky billy jean

came a pop star 
for all to love and see

from the apollo's stage
wondered if you were ready for screaming rage

for you never had a childhood of bliss
only done what was on joseph's list

a studded white glove 
and white socks just because

a star on the hollywood walk of fame
for you sang and danced showing no shame

scandals of twisted truth
did not detour you from your missing youth

neverland was your own safari escape
who would figure your best friend would be a chimp of faith

michael may god cradle you in his arms
and basked in your king of pops worldly charm

will forever miss that porcelain smile
and always think of you on my radio dial

for now your at your heavens trial
may god forgive this lost and lonely child




In Loving Memory Of
Michael Joseph Jackson
Aug 29th 1958 - June 25th 2009

           RIP


Details | Lyric | |

The Escapist's Plea,

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


Details | Rhyme | |

I Hear You In A Photograph

It's been a lifetime since I heard your voice
Most times I can't recall
Your Laughter and whispers became foreign to me
Behind my memories walls

Too numerous nights when your face haunts my sleep
That I struggle to hold to the last
Fighting to save what my minds eye has seen
A myriad of years in the past

Was it so long ago that you passed from our lives?
Laid down for your final sleep
It feels so close although far from my grasp
You have been the one treasure I keep

I've searched out your life and the people you've touched
The legacy you built over time
Trying to resurrect you in some practical ways
Weaving their memories with mine

For twenty five years I've stared at your picture
Recounting each day remaking each choice
If I search deep enough in those eyes long extinguished 
It nearly whispers a trace of your voice


Details | Free verse | |

The house eaters

1.
My grapefruit tanned
toothpicks
bow above
the five-day flattened
spot
in an olive shag carpet
tracing grandpa Leo's 
blueprint,
with one encapsulated
toe –
this is the femur, this is
the head,
this is the fist, the ring
finger, the soul.
I search for any blunt
white quivering slivers
of Caroline's purported
fly fetuses.

2.
Huddling behind the
corpse
of an old hospital bed,
a framed photo 
smoke browned and
wearing my toddler face,
watches
his children choke
hushed, broken
sentences

this will be yours, my
plate, separate the
holiday china…

an enigmatic language
that hovers in
smoke stretched rings
to wilt
upon the hallway
bulb.

3.
I am left
the ceramic cygnet,
and an ivory carved 
dromedary.

These artifacts
plucked
from his porcelain
menagerie
that I decipher 
through dust fingerprints
for
one small inheritance of
a memory.

4.
Tomorrow,
Aunt Rose
puts price
to his bibelots,
the olive shag carpet,
even cousin Amy's 
plastic horse,
who was accidentally
left to pasture on an 
afghan.

A silver plated glass cage
image of her past,

she says she will whittle
all of him,
from the
wooden
house 
bones.



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Baby Boy

How I've lost my baby boy.
To a choir of selfish indulgence.
He's been lost inside a bowl.
A bowl of bloody senselessness.
And I watched him wave his fingers high.
Closed his eyes, and slowly died.
And I wept inside my very soul.

So will someone call an ambulance?
To bring my baby back.
For him to slowly wave at me.
For that feeling that I lack.

And my baby boy, I say again.
He's up in heaven, counting sins.
Waiting for that day and then. 
His daddy will come home. 
And sing his songs back to him.
In a tone that he won't believe.
In hopes he will forgive me.

So can someone see this reverence?
Inside my baby boy. 
That shines deep inside his eyes. 
That shines to show his joy.


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My Brother

Can you feel the pain of me knowing?
Can you see my pain is it showing?
With blood stained sky, Engraved with lies,
This horrible pain, Is it growing?
This unseen pain eats at my heart,
The day they killed you we were forced to part,
This pain inside so cold so deep,
How can I eat? How can I sleep?
All those horrible days, I swore they would pay,
When they said little brother , that you were dead,
That's when I lost my way,
All these tears of my broken heart,
All  these tears, they are all mine,
All that's left are my tears,
No smiles  left to shine.
They took you from me my brother,
Hiding behind their shields of gold,
Motionless you lay there my brother,
Never to grow old.
They swore to serve and protect you,
But those were all empty lies,
Now at the grave where I buried you,
That's where well say our final good byes.
I miss you so badly my brother,
Miss you that I do,
One day I will come join you,
Why did they do this to you?
I love you my dear brother David,
I cant see through all of this pain,
Ill have vengeance for you little brother,
Their souls is where your blood stained.


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The Broken Urn

Eyes flared in agitation
Damasked in utmost lament
The tyrants laughed in vanity
Remains of his mother lie still
As if the winds were holding their breath
The urn cracked and cold as night
Alone, the eyes softened
His heart a hermit of radiance 
Temples tingled as silence stayed
The unprofaned laughter now ash-shamed
Hot tears of fervor reduced their pig-headed ways
He kneeled to his mother as they gazed
In the urn she no longer cried
Even in the urn did she not abide


April 28, 2014


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Day of Grief

The sun shinning down
But all I see is grey
I see nothing
But a horrible, horrible day.

I saw you leave,
I saw the car rush away,
I heard it on the news,
This is what they say,

"A car wreck on seventy third,
The driver has flipped his lid"
This cannot be,
"He keeps yelling for Cassidy."

I knew that it was you,
The minute I heard my name
I knew that it was over,
Though that does sound pretty lame.

I knew that I had lost you
And I sat there crying
All the color drained from the world,
I thought that I was dying.

Your funeral was beautiful
Even jack cried,
I cant believe that you are gone,
I cant believe you died.


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Turmoil

Swirling, frightening, painful, sad.
Why have you died?
Where do we go?
In turmoil,
Tears leaking from my eyes.
Please tell me why
you've gone.
There's another place,
but, you're not near anymore,
with your wit, your smile, your gentleness.
In turmoil,
and somehow it will pass.
Give it time
Right, I say as the tears
flow unchecked.
The grief is overwhelming. 
I don't understand.
I call out to thee.
Wrap me in your love, your kindness,
your sadness.
Wrap me in your turmoil.


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Love

I keep hearing that you exist. 
People say they see you-
They touch you.
They say you help them when depressed, sad and lonely.
They say you keep people together- forever.
Some even say you do not work all the time;
You have a tendency to fade away-
Only for a short time, however,
For you can return to set things back to norm.
I'm curious- love.
Do you really return?-
Do you really fade away?-
Do you really keep people together- forever?-
Do you really console the depressed, sad and lonely?-
For I am sad, lonely and depressed.
Will not you help me?
Why ignore me?-
Or forget me?
Why listen to what others have to say about me?
I tried to reach for you too-
You just could not see.
For sadness, depression and loneliness kept you blind;
Blind from watching my hands reach out to you...
You fell-
Long gone-
Never came back.
Do not worry-
I keep hearing that you exist.
Tis' true?- 
Do you really- 
Exist?


Details | Couplet | |

My Best Bud Joe

I sit and think what could have been	
a life with Joey, my best friend.

The many things we could have shared,
The special way he showed he cared.

At age fourteen he stood six foot five
Was big and strong and so alive.

Why wasn’t I there that fateful day
To try and save his life some way?

I had no way to say goodbye,
Why did he go, why did he die?

At first I blamed my God for this,
For taking him, the life he’ll miss.

But since I’ve come to understand, 
It wasn’t God but the fault of man.

The careless company that took him away,
Should be made to suffer, made to pay.

I’m still so mad it hurts inside,
I miss him so, I feel deprived!

It’s so unfair he died so young
Not knowing what he could become.

Now he’s gone and I’ll never know
How life could be with my “Best Bud Joe”.

  


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No words describe the pain

No words describe the pain
As tears fall you know, 
This is only the beginning!
True heartbreak lies ahead
Tears roll endlessly,
A grown man on his knees
Broken by despair.
That sad reality that your not good enough
A question you already answered!
Looking back I regret…
I regret that first look when your eyes met mine…
You had my heart more then you could ever know!
As rage brews inside, still I have no hate for you,
But only for myself! 
Knowing I couldn’t be what you needed… 
I couldn’t fill that role!
So here I sit alone
As tears roll down my check,
I have no words to describe the pain!


Details | I do not know? | |

I cry, I weep, I

I cry, I weep, I crumble
But nothing ever shows.
This lump in my throat is growing,
as the salty tears turn cold.
I cry, I weep, I wonder
How could you love me so?
The heart in my chest is breaking,
but this you'll never know.
I cry, I weep, I quiver 
As the truth slowly becomes clear.
I long for love, but turn away, 
because the end is what I fear.
I cry, I weep, I deliver
Thr truth that haunts our dreams,
But deep inside, I want to cry,
but my pride will never let me.
I cry, I weep, I fumble
To say the words, I dream to say
But can't because my love is pure
and yours changes everyday.
I cry, I weep, I ponder
On what you think of me
But don't really care, 
because no one's here
and no one realy loves me.


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Bell's Blues (Conclusion)

     Today, I had a chance to ask his widow, Laurie, about this story.  She 
confirmed that it did happen, and he came home from work that day excited, and 
told her and their 3 daughters about the event.
     And sure enough, shortly thereafter, the song became a hit on the radio, and 
M.T.V., in those ancient days when they actually played music.
     This news brightened my day considerably, and I'm happy to share it with you; 
so when you next hear that song, remember my good buddy, Mark Trotiner, the 
uncredited genius behind it.
                                          tom bell


Details | Rhyme | |

A Boy in the Rain

A crying child stands
Alone
Wet eyes and trembling hands
Quietly turn to stone

What is the cause?
Who can be blamed?
Time doesn't pause
For a boy in the rain


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Take this pain away

Take this pain,
Take it all away.
Take my life, I don't care to see another day.
Take your apologies. Take them to someone who cares.
Take this pain,
Take it away.
Take this knife, take my life...
Take this blade,slide it across my wrist.
Take this pain away for this is my dying wish.
Take my body gently lay it down.As the blood flow starts,
take my memory and with it never part.
Take these words as i promise my revenge, my death will be avenged.
As though a mystery to the mind, loved one's will soon find that you are the 
reason for 
my early depart.
My killer was you........For you were the one who put the pain in my heart!!


Details | Rhyme | |

The Sea of Sorrow

All alone in the middle of pain-
drowning in a sea of sorrow -
a demented asylum of unmerciful distress-
that destroys all hopes of tomorrow-

these dark crashing waters-
that are fueled by the rain-
are destine to swallow me-
in this cold sea called pain-

my heart beats uncontrollably-
as I frantically gasp for air-
but my lungs are filled-
and my cries are silenced- 
by the bitter waves of despair-

where is the sun to dries these waters-
and give long awaited relief-
to a soul that's drowning in a deep sea of sorrow-
pulled under by the currents of grief-


Details | I do not know? | |

Crying Sorrow

There is nothing left in my life
I start to cry as I grab my knife
I hate the world and my mind
Afraid that I will get left behind
I sit in the shadow when I feel cold
Killing myself and losing my soul
No one can save me
They never cared
Losing blood I'm very scared
Starting to fade and losing the fight
I cry on this cold and lonely night...


Details | Ballad | |

THE KIND-HEARTED MRS ADAMS

We drove by her run-down house
with faded green shingles
and boarded-up windows,
a sad feeling overwhelmed us;
many times we helped her
to cut down the thick grass 
and in return she gave us 
three yellow flowers 
as a token of her gratitude... 
no one else could have cared more!

"These flowers are for you,darlings,because
you helped me plant them in the soil,
and they've grown to be tall and beautiful
in a garden so tidy and nice!" 
she exclaimed in jubilation;
"Remember me by when
I'll reach my home...to dwell
in the presence of the Lord,
and I'll be looking down on you and
pray with all angels to keep you safe and well!'
she gladly said with resignation,
foreseeing what  she couldn't explain...

She told us about her sweetheart,
whom she loved indefinetly:
from the moment they met,
to the day he peacefully died:
a lovely and faithful wife
was all he wanted and dreamed;
and their marriage lasted 
longer than they expected to be...
to be taken with them,
not being afraid of death!

"This is the grand piano I sed to play
for my husband on his last birthday;
he laid his arms on my shoulders
and sang along with me for hours:
on those snowy nights without moon...
when romance was rekindled with kisses
and the sentimental tunes
took away our winter's blues!"
she murmured with deep regret,
until her light eyes became wet...

The decaying house was put up for sale,
and only these kids have a story to tell
about the nicest person on that block,
who once was the prettiest girl-scout...
who loved us as much as her own children;
but did she deserve to be forgotten and die alone?
And if you wonder what her name was,
she was the kind-hearted Mrs Adams!


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Once Upon a Dark Fog

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


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Listen

Listen to the whispers,
Listen to the lies.
All about this little girl,
That always has tears in her eyes.

Listen to the giggles,
As the girl suddenly falls.
Listen to the things people say about her,
As she walks down the halls.

She has no friends,
No one to call.
No one to talk to,
No one at all.

When she gets home,
from school everyday.
She grabs a knife,
And cuts away.

She cuts her wrists,
Never too deep.
But just enough,
To make her weep and bleed.

But now she’s getting sick of it,
Sick of all her pain.
So she grabs out the knife and finally decides,
She’s going to end her life today.

So she finally goes for the final slit,
And then she says “this is it”.
She puts it on her wrist and pushes down,
And in an instant she falls to the ground.

So, now listen to the whispers,
Now listen to the lies.
About the little girl,
That because of them ened her own life.


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Your Death - Dedicated to my Husband

As I see you take your last breath
I cry and scream in agony
For I have lost my best friend and
The only man that ever truly loved me
You knew all my secrets
You knew all my faults
And loved me in spite of them

Now I feel bitter regret
Because I have missed so
Much time with you
And now it is too late
I have lost you forever

You were the only one 
Who was ever true to me
You would have ripped
Out your heart if I needed it
Though abuse and betrayal
Found me because of you
I always knew how much
That you loved me

Despite the many faces 
That you have encountered
During your lifetime
I was the only woman
That you ever loved 
Though I was full of
Many imperfections 
You saw me as 
The perfect woman
In every way
The devotion you have
Shown me surpasses
That of all of the romantic
Tales that have ever been told

Now all I can do is
Cherish your memory
Like I should have done
When you were alive
Your passing does not
Only mean the ending 
Of your earthly existence
It is the death to the
Beating of my heart
For I cannot live
Without my soul mate



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liquid senses

Another unwanted
passes through memories
down mundane streets 
suburbs undaunted

available liquid pass
tempted nostril senses
youth invaded stolen by
unpure pretenses

soft like shreds of life
tears of laughter
preserve treads
to a childhood lost to
hereafter 


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I Remember

I remember the day
I heard you died,
I remember just how hard 
that I cried.

My heart ached more
then I felt it could be,
Just by knowing you 
were not here with me.

Even though you have
gone away,
The memories of you 
are here to stay.

You were like a
sibling should be,
Now you are a guardian
angel to me.


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COLD TOMBSTONE

I came here with flowers
held gently to my sobbing chest,
to bring them to my dearest;
I have departed from the living,
to come face to face with my ending...

I lay my flowers at this cold tombstone...
engraved with a name too sweet,
and yet so painful to call it out;
the heat in my throbbing veins
could warm it up with a loving wish before dawn;
but who can resurrect someone from death?

This morning is dazzled by an intense sun,
carnations, flags and tombstones
perfectly blend as the swaying pines 
offer their breeze and soothing shade towards noon;
why are the noisy larks hiding,
and melancholically sing?

I rushed here to release these tears
and let them roll from these eyes,
like raindrops falling on this very quiet place:
where tranquility is as eternal as Paradise...

I lay my flowers at this cold tombstone,
feeling a presence so known;
others before me have knelt and cried, 
not to forget whom they lost and dearly loved...



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A Winters Fallen Angel

Her beautiful eyes closed forever
The angel sleeps no harm to weather

Frozen in time under glass
Her cold tears trapped in the past

The demon that brought her guards the door
Of the angels keep in the streets of the poor

Her blonde hair and wings are raised and flared
The expression on her face is calm not scared

The demon murderd her quick and painless
In his depression mad and aimless

She would have remained alive
All she had to say was hi

He adored here every movement
She ignored and made her judgement

He tried to speak and joke around
She rolled her eyes and shut him down

He grew angry and mad one night
He froze her body in a block of ice


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The Swan in the Cemetary

The swan in the cemetery looked so out of place
in such a depressing location to see such a symbol of grace
a mystical message engraved on a level of hidden depth
a breath of fresh life, hidden amongst the death.
as i watched the swan pace between the gravestones with all the confusion it 
presents
in a place of such solitude, i chuckle at the irony the swan represents
but all  of a sudden the swan stops in its tracks.
looks up at the sky down at the ground and then over its shoulder as to look over 
its back
with an insinuation in its actions that portrays an essence of surprise
as it stops looking around and focuses on my eyes
which some how against my will has me rested on my knees
as the swan opens its beak but instead of a sqwauk a human voice pleas
a plea of forgiveness for all that its done
a plea to say goodbye to his wife and his son
but then the swan descends into the ground through a grave with not as much as 
a sqwauk
as i read the inscription on the stone i cry as i find it reads here lies hope


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Phone Call

                            Phone call,
                        Lean on wall,
                         Try not to fall.

                        Gone away!?!
                   We talked today,
         So much more to say!

            Flashing memories!
       I'm down on my knees,
         Screaming PLEASE...

                           Don't go yet,
                  So many regrets!
                    I'll never forget...

            Your precious smile,
How we'd laugh for a while.
                           I'm in denial.

          Please help my brain,
There's way too much pain.
                  I'm going insane!

                          Now it starts,
     Blackness fills my heart;
            My worlds torn apart.

                    I realize the fact,
      You're not coming back.
                I feel under attack!

             Flooding tears I cry,
         Begging to know why.
        In the blink of an eye...

                              Goodbye.


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Mourning

The light shines down
Chilling my soul with its flame
The pain of loss
Rips my spirit apart
I lose myself in the depths of sorrow
Which overwhelms me with the loneliness
Journeying into the pit of never-ending sleep
I find myself swimming about
In the shallow abyss
Looking for a glimmer of life
That I have yet to live
I find there is none


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weakness

Weakness takes me apart like a blaze
Flames surround me as I lay
My weakness gives in
To the devil’s den

So many things I refuse to say
Day after day
Moments pass by like love
Float into the sky above

Weakness engulfs my rage
As I look and see an old mage
Waving his staff to the heavens
Counting by sevens

7,14,21,28
Reminds me of my first date
35,42,49,56
Reminds me of the evil’s den

Every word that comes out
Seems to have no sound
I scream at the top of my lungs
As rays hit my skin from the sun

Burning me from outside in
Turning my flesh red within
Demons sing about
About all of their doubt

As another day arrives
The 7th dies
Enrage with murderous thoughts
As another bad lung coughs 

Our weakness surrounds us all 
With a scary wall that stands so tall
No way out I say
As I wave away another day 


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Finish Last

A hatred toward myself
a longing for the feeling of the cold hearted
no emotion 
no cares
no heartbreak
the unbelievable becomes real
a rejection burning so deep!
another night of these deadly thoughts
realizing the sad truth,
nothing I do can ever be enough
the cliché stands true…
Nice Guys finish last!


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My Love After Death

You can call my name but you wont hear me answer
At least no in this physical world
You know, my love, that I never wanted to be
Separated from you
What I would do to take everything back
What I would do to stop you from crying
You need to go on with your life
And just leave me as just a memory

Though I may be dead now, I still live
I am still alive within you
And know one thing now
I love you and will always as I eternally sleep

Hold my hand, isn’t it cold?
Well know that on the inside it is warm
To see you happy is a dream that I still hold onto
From this day forward
What I would do to hear your voice again
What I would do to express my love for you
But since I love you so much
I want you to be happy and move on

Though I may be dead now, I still live
I’ll be alive in spirit, honey
But I haven’t left without
Leaving you a gift as well as my will

What I would do to see you again
What I would do to say, “I love you” again
But you needn’t focus on me
For I’m still with you, just now a part of you

Though I may be dead now, I still live
You shall see a part of me again soon
Just 9 months from now
You will see some on me with a part of you
A new creation because of my love for you…


Details | Romanticism | |

Gun In the Closet

Gun in the closet,
One in the drawer,
One under the pillow,
Does he need any more?

Scotch on the bar,
Jealousy on the mind
Can take you too far...
Your fate can be signed...

A loud bang,
A jolt,
A puff of smoke,
Gone is Beauty
In one sad stroke...

The Devil helped
Pull the trigger,
Why?
Cause he loves
To make Good People die...

There is no way
I could live with this...
I'll hunt him down
If the law is remiss...

I won't need,
a gun or a knife
For me to take
this bastard's life

He's made us pay
The ultimate price
For you, your life,
To him, just a wife...

To me he killed
Both Love and Hope
And when I find him
Should he grope
For his gun
He will find
My hand has shoved
His nose 
Into his mind...

I'll break it first
for extra pain,
My vengeance will
Never be sated
For my prayer of hope
Is now in vain.




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The Streets

The words that follow are not so grand
Because of The Streets on our countries land
By day they are light, lived and free
As night fades they change you'll see
 
Community spirit grows and sprouts
As the evening draws, neighbourhoods ooze doubts
The person you seen hours before
Is not the person you will come to adore
 
Gangs pimps in a darkened craze
Can't stand the light in a living way
They need the shadows to hide their souls
To capture the innocent in their putrid folds
 
Prostituted girls, our sisters and nieces
Become use able pieces
Nephews and sons, given guns
Do a deed and become one
 
The slime that rule, cowards are they
Hire big boys to do their say
Taken in, by dollars and booze
Where once they were someone
What respect they lose
 
Why should the neighbourhood 
Not be able to roam
In daylight or night
After all it's their home
 
The scum all around
Should disperse and flee
Out of The Streets
Of our towns and cities
 
If it's ever a road you have to go down
We should have the right to clear our town
Vigilante or law, what ever to be
Its our right
For The Streets to be free


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Details | Prose Poetry | |

Bell's Blues

Staring, vapor locked, at my Hammond B-3 console organ, which dominates my 
kitchen.  Surely a symbol of my madness.  I can't help, but think, if the keys were 
the days of my life, and the black ones represented the bad days, are there 
enough black keys??  Fighting petulance, self-pity...losing...
     Wondering if I can stand another minute alone.  Atop my organ, music books, 
and the complete works of Edgar Allan Poe, another mad poet.
     Plagued by physical agonies that merely complete a perfect circle of anguish 
and distress.  Even to worrying of misspelling a word again.  Pure lunacy.
     Remembrance of my 1863 death at Missionary Ridge, something I became 
aware of as a young child before I'd ever heard of reincarnation.  Or just an early 
sign of the madness to come??
     I am lost in a befouling miasma of deep despair.  My life's hopes down to 2 
desires;  one last music band, and taking my son to Disneyworld.  Money is 
meaningless to me.
     I am well aware that death is as natural as life.  And I would venture to guess 
that the loss of my father, my young cousin Billy, my dear friend Mark Trotiner, and 
too many others, are "Business As Usual" in this universe.  But not for me.
     Being terminally ill myself is something I have long since come to terms with.  
And what a reunion it will be!!  But I must continue to go on surviving as though I 
cherish this long and barren life.
     My writing, especially my poetry, my poet friends, my music, my musician 
friends, and a few relatives and others; these are the meds that work for me; not 
the 30 or so pills I must deal with everyday.  So thank you all.
And now an addendum, one which brightened my day:
     Mark Trotiner long maintained that he gave Mark Knoffler (Dire Straights) the 
idea for his hit song "Money For Nothing", when Mark Knoffler came into the 
appliance chain store he worked in way back then, where he bought, and drove 
off with several T.V.s, singing the prototype words he'd gotten from Mark Trotiner.  
Over the years, I tested him repeatedly, looking for the tale-tell deviation in the 
story one finds in a false tale.  He never faltered, he never failed.
    Continued.....


Details | Epitaph | |

Hermes to Dying Argus

You weren’t aware that notes could kill,
And yet every human sleeps
To the soft melody of their life;
Ignorance is most tragic, and you for
All your vision could not see the blatant world.

You were a favorite tool, and I weep
Seeing myself in you.  You’re leaking 
Our blood as your eyes turn a wax
Disfocus, and I wonder of that which
I haven’t seen, what shadows of this sun?

They’ll be thunder for his lightning –
They will marry agony over you
And rear a family of miseries.  I wished
To oppose, but all stars are fixed and I 
Too have my place and purpose in Heaven.

I live now to know my flute is a spear,
And from this day, the blade of each
Note will hack some flesh of memory
Unto the plate of my eyes, and I will
Know, and do know, what darkens the light.

I pluck these feathers from my sandals
So as to close your  abandoned orbs
And shield them from the unseen one;
And I add these tears to the river
Of sorrow and my heart to the stones
		Which smooth in Lethe.


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Hopeless and Filled With Heartache

Tell me why doe’s the wind blow,
When it seems that almost anything can over power this boat,
The waves rise slowly and surely a storm is on its way,
A day of innocence equating beauty,
For tomorrow may fall,
And today is already gone,
I've decided that tonight is the night,
That I set love aside,
This whole time we're provoking each other in a blinding violence,
The ship rocked and I plummeted into the sea,
And you dove after me,
But now you know that I’m cold,
The mast snaps and the ship floods,
We wash up on a shore and you seek us shelter,
Crying out my name you try to resuscitate me, 
Keep your hands on my chest and wait for a beat,
I'll keep your trust in my arms and pain in my feet
We will all fall in the end.
As the time to rise approaches
No one will take responsibility
So tell me why does the wind blow?


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In this poem i give credit to 4 bands 
for assisting me with the words 
I could not find.

1.Our Last Night
2.As I Lay Dying
3.Dance Gavin Dance
4.As Blood Runs Black

I Hope you enjoyed it


Details | I do not know? | |

~Unforgiving Soul~

Life can be beautiful and long. Or life could be short and depressing. Some people 
act happy when they are sad. Their anger will grow and only get mad.  Fear to live 
can be so strong. Some people will cut life short before they're time. They feel 
the only way out is suicide. For death is a gift that God gave us. But love is a 
choice that some don't follow. The hatred rejection breathes can turn you hallow. 
Your eyes tell the truth of an unforgiving soul. The darkness you seek is out of 
control. One day at a time it consumes you. Then at last your finally threw. You 
are bitter and heartless, angered, and cold. Sooner or later your evil will unfold. 
You have gone into hiding and left the light. Any chance you get you try to fight. 
The pain you buried so many years ago. The scars and fears of an unforgiving soul. 
Your day will come and you will forgive. The child you saved was abandoned and 
hide. Your life is peaceful and calm. Your little baby will grow up happy and 
strong. You saved a life and got yours back. You had so much pain and rage filled 
attacks. You can sleep without the dreams of a viscous man. Everything is Better 
now you can finally think. You stop and wonder why he took that last drink? Why he 
abused your young body? Where he was when he hid? Why he did the things he did? 


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Messiah

Something breaks inside this musty beggar.
As he awakes to see he's on 6th Avenue.
Where he sat and sang and endured the weather.
Where he sat and sang and sung the truth.
But the world didn't view things the way he used to. 
And couldn't seem to make them believe. 
The way that he saw things. 
The way that it should be. 

But I heard him play, like holy water.
And it opened up my eyes.
This man in tattered clothing; he's a, messiah, in disguise.
And I will sadly sing these awful songs. 
That were made in his design.  
Like music he sang all along.
Like music that's divine.

But Then his lovely daughter died. 
And he couldn't handle the grief.
He wrote one last sobbing song. 
And they found him in week.
Huddled in inside an alley-way.
Where he died inside his sleep. 
Dreaming on his daughter's eyes. 
Dreaming that he weeps. 

And now I'm singing songs about his daughter.
That brings a tear into to my eye.
This man in tattered clothing; he's a, messiah in disguise. 
So I will sadly sing these awful songs.
That were made in his design.


Details | Lyric | |

Take Nothing For Granted

I deferred the words " I love you"
Until the morrows light.
Words, that from my heart,
I felt impressed upon to say.

For sure, "I love you",
Would have best been said that night.
Still I reserved ownership,
For perhaps some abstinent day.

Instead, from my vast reserve,
Grating words were launched to flight.
Words that once I'd spent,
Could never be recanted.

I had failed miserably,
At living life in the moment.
So, doting on another days sight,
I had taken our time for granted.

The next day's sun, I found,
Rose not for both alike.
Albiet the sky was blue and bright,
My day was overcast.

For from my life,
I allowed to slip, a love untold,
Now I'm forever yoked with regrets might,
Hard and fast.

Regret is felt always when it is too late.






























Details | Blank verse | |

Not yet.

Yesterday,a ghost of someone better haunting in the shadows that he hath 
banished it to. 
I will bring you back. 
From death and darkness to the light I will resurrect you to former greatness with 
a last hope at her hand. 
Better man she loved so long ago...I am not dead. 
Not yet. 

Wounded child hath sent you in jealousy to live beneath selfish pride and 
careless discontent of the perfect life...of the perfect lady. 
I will bring you back. 
To the surface to resurface faith in those who had given up. 
To heal those hurt by his ways. 
To break the silence. 
Don't lose faith love...I am not dead. 
Not yet. 

Yesterday, I will bring you to life once more. 
Kind and caring, truthful and committed. 
Selfish child sent back...I have much to prove. 
Much to make up.Much living left to do. 
Don't forget Love...I am not dead. 
Not...yet.


Details | Blank verse | |

Grief Is A Poison

Grief is a poison
Invading my soul
Trying to consume me
Like a buzzard
Pecking away at my flesh
Like a fire
Burning out of control

Grief is a poison
Encompassing my life
Gripping my heart
Slowly tearing it apart

Grief is a poison
That I must endure
It is the price I must pay
For having loved you
Death has taken you
I submit to this poison


Details | Quatrain | |

Alive

Is your soul blood red
A dowry of bitter wine
Spilling mortality
Staining the divine

Is eternity a prison
The rusty knife of time
Carving your senses
Caging your mind

Is flesh a pardon
A tactile bribe
Begging the question
What is alive

Is there a reason
In this chalice of mine
To sip my faith
And fear no demise

Is there a forever
In your crying eye
A word to grasp
When your child has died


Details | Rhyme | |

He Can't Tell Her Now

He is playing in school
Acting like a fool
Little girl makes his heart go Wow!!
He is kind of shy
She's the apple of his eye
But he can't tell her now.
It is a few years later
And he starts to date her
She fills his dreams somehow
He wants her to stay
To never go away
But he can't tell her now.
It is the secret of his life
He wants her for his wife 
He would take that final vow
Though the years go by so fast
He knows his love will last
But he can't tell her now.
Now in the Autumn of his years
He realizes his fears
That life has past them by somehow
He knows his love will stand
As he touches her cold and lifeless hand
But he can't tell her now.

    Of all the emotions we go through in life, the saddest is regret.


Details | I do not know? | |

HAND FULL OF PILLS!

Holding this hand full of pills.
It’s a power of wills
I could end it all.
It’s my call.
No more pain.
No more memories of where it came.

Hand full of pills
Love only kills!
wasted away inside.
save me from what I hide.
No one really sees me.
No one really knows me.

Hand full of pills
a void only death fills.
No more promises or lies.
No more breaking what he defies.
I am you!
Now you are only what’s true.

Hand full of pills
Down my throat It spills.
Ending my hell.
Ending stories I wont have to remember or tell.
I can die!
Just die!


Details | Rhyme | |

An Old Man Weathered and Worn

This old man weathered and worn
Stands by the grave broken and torn.

Tears of sympathy, tears of pain,
Roll down his cheek with fury of blame.

His wife's memories have been trashed and her destiny has been claimed
Her life was taken by a drunk driver who must not be named.

For he got off free with nothing to show
Except for the knowledge that he will know.

He left this old man alone to mourn
He left an old man weathered and worn.


Details | Romanticism | |

Girl

Its so hard to say good-bye but I still cry, 

Now that I realize that you gone out of my 

life, girl I just can't stop writing poems 

about you, I love so much, girl I'm about to 

go insane all my days still look like rain, 

girl I go through so much pain, I don't know 

if I could remember my name, it feels like 

I'm about to loose my mind, I know your legs 

are tired, because you run through my all 

the time, girl, over and over I think about 

you, now I hope you see how much I'm still 

in love with you.


Details | Quatrain | |

In the Sand

He walked down to the sea, lonely and bored
then dips his hand in the warm ocean brine.
Forty years she was the one he adored,
so he kneels to pray for her, one more time.

He spells out her name in the smooth beach sand
then he watches a wave wash it away.
Whispers "Goodbye" just as he starts to stand
he wishes there was more that he could say.

A gentle rumble as breaks a small wave
he can smell her perfume as on the breeze.
He has not the strength to visit her grave
self-pity and pain is all that he sees.

Watches seagulls as they swarm a shrimp boat
as it makes a turn back toward the bay.
Hollow and empty he feels without hope
and wishes a wave would wash it away.


Details | I do not know? | |

Broken

Piercing glares, ripping me apart.
I plead out for help, but the pain keeps tearing.
My eyes hide the pain, but it can't cover my broken heart.
 
Silent screams, haunting my soul.
The pain is killing me softly,
But it is far too slow.
 
Blood rushing down my wrists.
My fear erasing, my pain is all but gone.
I ask you for help, but I took this risk.
I am all by myself, I am alone.
 
My dreams shaded by your memory.
The scars just won't go away! I need you now!
Have you finally figured out how much you mean to me?
 
But it's far too late, my blood fading, along with my sorrow.
You beg for me to live now....why? I have to ask.
But even so, my soul is shattered, there is no tomorrow.
 
I don't want to remember my life without you,
but it's inevitable, I can't remember the good times.
I can only feel my pain,
My life has been over, since the first day that I met you....


Details | Free verse | |

Death

Is death the end to our suffering 
Or the cessation of our existence?
Is death a new journey for our soul? 
Or is death our final eternal punishment?
Or do our souls get to rest peacefully
After a life of trials and tribulations?
Should we cry or rejoice when
Death stares us in the face?
What is death to us?
An end to our sorrow
To our pain 
To our physical imperfections
To our illnesses
To the sins that torment us
Should we fear this unknown phenomena?
Or should we embrace it?
Maybe in death we find the truth
That escaped us during our lives.
Maybe in death we can finally find freedom
To roam in a mystic realm of our own creation


Details | I do not know? | |

Nightmare

Standing alone in the night Dark all around Something doesn't seem quite right I hear a sound Like a werewolf howl Coming from all around And the noise of an owl Piercing red eyes appear Lightning strikes from the sky Death is seeming rather near And I don't want to die Am I dreaming? I hope I'm dreaming? Nightmare Confronting everything that I fear Nightmare The seeming reality of everything I see and hear Down into the ground I fall Deep into the dark Evil says my name, I hear it call The devil's made his mark I run, through the endless cave Stumbling through to find there's no way out Everything is what I've gave I've given up, all I want to do is scream and shout Nightmare! This is everything I fear Nightmare! I think the end is coming near I hope I'm dreaming I wish I was dreaming But I know this is my fate Lucifer, he can't wait To take my soul away There's nothing more I can do or say Nightmare! Losing everything I ever cared for Nightmare! Losing myself even more Nightmare! Nightmare! Nightmare! What I never want Nightmare! My mind is does haunt It don't care What I fear Cause with it, it grows I'm hating everything it knows I wish it wasn't real Everything I see and feel But it's true And just like a Nightmare!


Details | Verse | |

The Locked Gates

She walks to the door of the inn
Her hands in her pockets, frozen
Through the ice and snow she trudges
To the gates of her home
But only to find them locked and her feet are slowly freezing
Her hands are unmovable
And she refuses to move for she is scared of death
Crying in her sleep at night in the snow, the girl, she has no home


Details | Ode | |

Cry of the Soul

Once, when my soul cried out in mournful pain;
I believed the Spirit, with me, wept.
When I felt that life was all in vain,
He lifted me from the drowning depth.

Now when flowing tears upon me fall,
and all seems hopeless in this life;
Does He hear my constant wailing call,
when I feel grief’s merciless cutting knife?

Where is my God when I need Him so,
when my soul is wounded and torn apart?
The One Who promised to never forsake nor leave,
does He see me here with bleeding heart?

Like the lonesome howling coyote, my soul does cry
in vain, it seems for peaceful relief.
And as the unfolding years go by,
will I forever be haunted with relentless grief?

Will there be answers which I will someday find?
Will my feet ever be back on the ground?
Unanswered questions riddle my weary mind,
as I feel and see the misery all around.

I was one of faith and considered strong,
but now am weak and a pitiful creature.
What I have become, I have pondered long;
and realize my need of the One True Teacher.

Once again, my howling, mournful wail cries out;
“Oh, God, my Master, hear my plea.
We need Your help, without one single doubt.
We beg for strength to set all pain free...”


Details | Free verse | |

Under Oath

Death awaits me on the corner
so be quick
with your
condemnation
and I shall consider
tomorrow’s charges
tangled
with today’s
conviction
and claim
my part
of
just accusation
and
no
more.


Details | I do not know? | |

I miss u(R.I.P Velma j Smith)

I miss you mom,
and I could tell you a million reasons why
the way you use to take care of me
when I was sick or in need at night or day.
and sometimes when I wasn't happy
maybe I'll be depressed,sad,or mad
You would always come to comfort me and make me laugh and smile
I miss u mom
so very,very much
i sometimes just miss u so much until,I'll curve your name in my arm,or just began to 
cry just thinking of u.
I miss u mom,
why did the man above have to take your life away?
i only got to be with u for 9 years that's it
that's not even enough time,for all of the year i got before me without u in my life
I miss u mom.
i sometimes see u in my dreams at night
and in my mind all of the time
i love and miss u a lot
but i try not to think of u that much,because it hurts so bad when i cry a river of 
tears,just for u
but i guess that's a good thing mom
because I'm still loving u and will always love,miss and respect u
even though your gone to a better place...
I MISS U MOM.


Details | Rhyme | |

Heres Looking At You Kid

Dear brother you were only 22
when the good Lord came calling for you

Water had consumed your last breath
Coroners said was a flashback from heroin and meth

I had always looked up to you
but your verbal abuse made me and the others feel blue

black hair  hazel eyes man you look so like Elvis 
imitating shaking your hips and pelvis

blisters and sores on  your young pale face
oh boy how you had fallen from Gods grace

you had a little girl right after you died
Mom always stood by her and your girlfriend's side

first Grandpa then you Dad  Mom and brother Bob
for my life now feels like I've been robbed

missed over 30 yrs of wishing you  birthday greetings
now at the dinner table there is limited seating

but every year when your birthday comes and passes
I will be there to pick your grave site overgrown grasses

I wonder what you would look like today
or even if your hair would be full of grey

I have forgiven for all you had done to me
for I hold no regrets so your soul can be free

heres wishing you another birthday greeting
as I lay this card and rose at your grave site's seating

Please give Grandpa Dad Mom and brother Bob my love
for someday I will reunited with all of you above

For now I have my own little girl
for she is my own everyday  world

I promise to tell her all about you
and how God will turn you into someone pure and new

Rest in peace my loving dear brother
heres another birthday wish I send in passion smothers 






In Loving Memory Of
My Brother Gary

10/ 18/ 48
 6 / 5 / 71









Details | I do not know? | |

Another Way

She sits there wondering what went wrong,
With the life she used to love

Should she feel the guilt she has
Or should she put it in the past

Do they realize what they’ve done,
To a girl who loved the sun

Now she doesn’t know what to do
And she doesn’t know if she can make it through

Now she sits scared and alone,
Wondering where her life’s gonna go and

She often wonders if it’s worth the wait
To see if the pain’ll go away

Or should she just end it now
And use the gun she found
To end all her misery

Her parents used to be in love
And always had so much fun

But now things have completely changed
And nothings ever gonna be the same

And she’s so scared to know
Which direction her life’ll go

Will it follow in their footsteps,
Or will she break the never-ending chain

She wants to have kids
If she makes it that far

She still wonders if she should end now
And use the gun she found
To end all her misery
Call her crazy
For thinking about it
But how can someone else
Be the judge about her life

Suicide seems right to her
But if only she could see
The life she has yet to live

And if only she could see
That suicide is a permanent solution to her temporary problem

Things will get better
There is always light at the end
No matter how dark the tunnel seems

There is always a way
To take away the misery
Without using
The gun she found.


Details | Free verse | |

Nothing More To Do With You

This ends right now.
Confided in me then threw it all away
There can be no love left within me
Angerfeardisappointmentdespair
But you've lost it all now - I've given up on you.

He's got you doing I don't know what
And the rumours are rumours but the rumours are true

And if I saw him I swear
I'd smash his face in.
Could do with another outlet after all
These stabbing shrieks inside my chest
Scraping at my flesh and bone
Won't let them penetrate me

See her; who is she?
Wonder if you know her
She's everything you pretended to be
Emotionless beneath that metal
Trusting no-one still being betrayed

Who are they in the frame with her?
These strangers who casually call themselves friends
You're so stupid
They couldn't care less
Watch you stagger and fuel the habits they helped you start

Mindless idiot.
She's going to die and she's taking you with her

Don'tpiercethatdon'tsmokethatdon'ttakethat
What more can I do when you block me out?
Sleep around black out come to me for comfort
Crazy little girl, could slash you and let all the bad rush out
But then of course we'd have nothing left
And it grieves me that it's come to this
Can't stand it anymore; you're on your own you've got a choice you'll make the 
wrong decision I can't be there to guide you

Confided in you then threw it all away
Can't keep these lame promises and I know
I said I'd always be there
But I was there for you and I'm talking to myself 'cause you're dead on the inside
And it's spreading fast.

Not one redeeming feature
Could rip you apart wouldn't harm you for the world
Save you from it all leave you there for them to get you
And they won't find my girl, person worth protecting
Her and you'll be there instead already gone already dead
You all shall scream
Won't turn my head

And I'll remember you today
For what you used to be
Days that seem too far away

You're ugly now in every way.


Details | Rhyme | |

Death Wish

The nauseated feeling from knowing that I have thoughts to take my own life. 
Suicide not only being a feeling, a second thought, but a compromise.
Now sick to my stomach with disbelief, how I imagine at the end of my life-the 
painful grief.
And my funeral, what church would take me? The sinner who took her own life, in 
my casket the devil might as well be.
And yet the thought constantly crosses my mind:
Why not die? Death is simply the beginning of life.
Although life is well and sometimes I'm happy. 
I can't help but wonder how death would be.
People always say "at least their in a better place." 
So is death better than life? In death can I go my own pace?
Once again nauseated with the thought of taking my own life. Myself I can no 
longer love, me I can only despise!!!



Details | I do not know? | |

ON ANGELS' WINGS

High above our shattered town,
On angel's wings you fly around.
Watching over those of us,
Left to rebuild our shattered lives.

I'm sorry that you suffered so,
And that no one will ever know.
The horror that you faced, the fear that you felt,
Were you even aware that the levees broke?

I feel your pain, your suffering,
When the rushing water destroyed everything.
And left you gasping for one last breath,
'Causing your tragic, untimely death.

I believe you're in a better place,
Far above this human race.
You are free, finally home,
Having suffered your last storm.

High above our shattered town,
On angel's wings you fly around.
Through tears I whisper may God hold you close,
He takes only the best and it's you He chose.


Details | I do not know? | |

Obituary

With a turn of the knife her blood runs deep,
Mine love it is time for her sleep.
Divine Master paint her thoughts with a lie,
As she hurts and wants to die.
Lips of red with her blood, Gothic Princess thy queen,
Her death my brother was unforeseen.
No less tragic feel thine her sorrow,
Save her body for the obituary tomorrow.


Details | Rhyme | |

Drugs, Drugs!!!

Drugs, Drugs! that's all that I need.
At least thats all I used to believe.
Drugs, Drugs! that's all that I did.
I didn't even think of my kids.
Drugs, Drugs! that's all that I want.
I didn't even care that I was wrong.
Drugs, Drugs! they're in my home.
Now both of my kids are gone.
Drugs, Drugs! straight to my head. 
I lay here now, because I'm dead.
Drugs, Drugs! is this what you want?
If so, this will be your on sad poem.


Details | I do not know? | |

Hello/Goodbye

When You See Me I Say Hello
When I Leave You Say Goodbye.
How Then Did I Not Know My Hello
Would Be My Last Goodbye.
When The Phone Rings I Hope To
Hear Your Voice And Its Soft Tone.
But When It Rings I Hear Someone
And Its Not You How Could This Be.
Your Sweet Hello's Come To Me Like
You Never Left My Tears Start To Flow
When I Hang Up The Phone.
Hello/Goodbye I Often Cry For Your
No Longer Here What To Do Where 
To Turn.
My Tears Start Falling And My Heart
Burns Because Your No Longer
Here To Guide Me.
Hello/Goodbye I Just Don't Want To 
Cry But I'm Hurting Still My Life Will
Never Be The Same.
How To Deal? How To Cope?
I Just Think Of You And The Tears
Just Start To Flow.
Hello/Goodbye God Why Oh Why 
Did She Have To Die.    





Details | I do not know? | |

The Grave

Sorrow does the grave not know
nor bitterness or greed
In the darkness of the grave
lies no fear or inequality

The grave knows not of cloudy days
nor humid moonlit
summer nights
or the way the bluejays sang to me
nor the way my child gazed at me
And little does it know at all
of passageways through heavens door

The grave is but a benefactor
offering sweet clemency
Restoring my soul from transgressions
of the world above
Easing the encumbrance
of my mind

The grave surely is a friend to me
Craddeling me far below
the springtime daffodils
never disappointing me
nor leaving me behind


Details | Ballad | |

For Amy

They say she was six
Seductive beyond her years
Hidden behind her childs eyes
A sea of silent tears

What a pretty little girl
They all used to say
Look as she walks
Her hips seem to sway

Someday she’ll be a model
Or a big runway star
With a look like that
She’s sure to go far

Walk like this, baby
And talk like that
Bow to the man honey
He puts the money in the hat

It wasn’t long
Before all knew her name
The pretty little girl
Playing a grown-ups’ game

No time for dolls
Her mother always said
With the price they pay
We can keep us all fed

Now you know, baby
You can’t go out and play
You have to sit for photos
With the nice men today

It’s ok sweet one
Show a little leg
It’ll make the nice men
Stand up and beg

Her soul had been sold
By the time she was ten
The life of a child
She’d never have again

She’s all grown up now
Feeling alone and abused
The marks on her arms
Tell of the things she’s used

Just one more fix
And the pain will go away
She’ll be alright now
Amy died today….


Details | I do not know? | |

Crying, Sighing, Lying, Dying

Tired of crying
The same liquid anguish
The same  control pill
These tears are trying
These tears are winning
At mining out all optimism
At crashing all hopes

Tired of sighing
The wasted effort of pushing out air
An unheeded attempt
An unheeded despair
I've got nothing left
Had nothing in the first place
So why am I sighing?
If theres no memory to dream of

Tired of lying
This same old facade
My smiles are of a Noh mask
Interpret them as you may
A smile in irony
A smile in decay
I have a morbid sense of humor
But you can think I'm really happy
Your thoughts make no mark upon mine

Tired of dying
The same thing every day
My soul is broken into pieces
One dies a day
While the others just rot 
Waiting for their chance
Living like deer in headlights
Just terrified, blind, watching themselves die.


Details | I do not know? | |

Crying So Hard I Was Screaming

I cried so hard I wanted to scream 
Your memory still brings bleeding tears to my cheeks
The thoughts of you, me, and us are killing me
Why cant the pain inside just be a bad dream.
I want to wake up in your loving arms 
But my eyes are closed by the tears of my heart.
Everything around me is crashing down
There’s nothing left for me to do but drown
I want to call your name with my last breath
But I’m screaming so loud that my breath is dead 

I was screaming so loud that I wanted to cry
I knew everything was over the moment u left my side
Hold me and tell me everything will be fine
Otherwise, blow out the flame that burns for you
And bury my heart in the deepest grave
Let me drown in a sea of bloody tears 
With the sound of my screams ringing through your ears.
Maybe then you’ll know that my love was real.

I’m screaming so loud that I’m crying 
And I’m crying so hard that I’m screaming
There’s nothing that can ever make this feeling subside.

				
  


Details | Narrative | |

Lettie Died

Lettie died, the house is empty,
No one in the family left.
Flowered sheets once used as curtains
Faded now by brilliant sunlight
Rot and crumble to the floor.
Beer and Coke cans thrown at windows,
No one seems to care;
The lock is broken, all may enter
Look! the bed where Lettie died!
The front porch sags where Lettie sat
Passing all her summer days
Diabetic and overweight,
Withdrew from life when Mama died.
Noisy tots on tricycles
Pump their legs to get on by;
The house of ghosts, or so says Grandma,
Restless souls who cannot sleep.


Details | Quatrain | |

I'm With our Redeemer

Mom will you remember,
   All the thing’s we’ve done?
I know I must travel on,
   To Heaven where I’m from.

I know I lived a short life,
   But it was worth the breath.
I was more than a memory,
   But memories are all that’s left.

I’ll always be your angel,
   For this God let me know.
I’m with our Redeemer,
   Where the little angels go.


Details | I do not know? | |

As I Sit With Darkness

	As I sit here, not knowing what I fear most, myself or life.

	As I sit here not knowing if I'll ever be a normal person.

	As I sit here knowing people love me, but wanting to love them, but I 
	can't, because I can't even love myself.

	As I sit here knowing my love ones are suffering, because I'm 
suffering.

	As I sit here wishing I could be strong enough to over power what I 
	know is wrong and do right.

	As I sit here knowing that my name will be just a memory to people 
that 	know me and always think about the bad things I've done.

	As I sit here seeing darkness in everything I see.

	As I sit here not knowing if I see the world for what it really is or just
another miss guided person written off.

	As I sit here not knowing if my mind is just sick or just knows the truth.

	As I sit here I know that I sacrifice the happiness of loved ones for my 
thoughts.

	As I sit here I know I'm strong in one aspect. I will sit in darkness till 
it's my day to know the answers.

	As I sit here I'm sorry for my thoughts.


Details | Free verse | |

Home Is Where the Heart Is Stilled

Abandoned places,where
perhaps memories linger,
with wisps of wafting moments,
aware, somehow, even of  the now,
Though long forgotten by all others,
One wonders why, and surely how,
Such strong vibrations of the past,
Seem to time, to have taken a bow...

Gutted building, windows broken,
Creaking, leaking floor,
Last stepped on by the living,
So many, many years before...

Where lives were lived, and
deaths have come in their way,
To others, in a time gone by,
Who here saw their last sad day,
Tears were cried,hearts
were smashed,
Love withered, its flame 
reduced to ash...

Is this a mysterious black hole of time??
A singularity, of now and here...
Where time is not so limpid...
And death is always near,
And fear can swim in the unknown,
The fear of time's mysterious cloud...
As ticks, as tocks, somehow go forever by, 
so mysteriously, and seemingly, oh so loud...

What was the last calendar's  year hung?
The last phone call received,
And who had been the one rung??

Ghost House,
Ghost House,
Scary, time
abandoned place,
Secure in forgotten
nothingness,
And with time, 
you've lost the race.


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Last Grave On The Left

At peace, of life bereft
in the last grave on the left
where wilting weed and musty bloom
cloud the legend on the tomb.
Words in chiselled grey
bear false witness every day;
acid rain a solemn screen
when every night was Halloween.
Thunderous drums roll near,
lightning jagged, forked and clear;
marching men and daily bread
echo sacrosanct and dead.
In plywood boxes my friends sleep
out of mind and buried deep;
pray for me throughout the fall,
the one who never sleeps at all…


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Wings of Lead

on wings of lead some shall fly
not to soar but to fall
weighed down by the burdens of life
they tumble out of control
unable to stop or slow down
the pain of life to much to bear
some don’t even care
they are lost and will not be found
their lives seem meaningless
doomed to an eternal wandering
there are those that soar
and those that fall
save yourself I’ll tell you 
while you still can 
for I am falling to
wishing I had done something so long ago
but now I’m falling and I cannot stop
nothing can stop me 
but hitting the bottom 
only death could stop me now
for I am falling and there is nothing to stop me
my life unlived and cut so tragically short
tragic to you maybe 
but freedom to me
no longer weighed down by the wings of lead
I am free of my pain 
pain so severe it made life unlivable
unable to soar with the rest
I fall as do so many
unable to keep up from the weight 
shackled to my misery and depression 
I pray for it to end quick
that I may be set free
free of what haunts me so gravely
the fear of life itself


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A DREAM OF HELL

Abysmal, thick darkness engulfing my soul.
No moon, no stars, 
Not the faintest glimmer of light.
"Oh, darkest of mysteries," 
I cry in despair,
"How empty can nothingness be!"
                                                   
The deep, heavy blackness returns not a word.
No voice; 
No sound but the wail of the cold, cosmic wind.
Oh, for only one candle 
to brighten this pit.
How bitter the wages of sin.                                                   
       
But a million bright candles would struggle in vain
in this chasm of darkness,
in this realm of the damned.
Oh, for only one moment 
in the Kingdom of Light.
How dreary this wasteland of hell.
                                                                             
Do other lost outcasts inhabit this place?
No one?  
Only I, in this horrible void of the lost?
Oh, for only one word 
in my hungering ears.
How lonely this valley of death!
                                                   
"How long is forever?" my tortured soul cries.
Eternity knows no boundaries;
There is no exit from this.
Oh, for only one comfort, 
one hope of escape.
How endless this hopelessness is.
                                                   
Abysmal, thick darkness engulfing my soul--
Oh, why did I come 
to this cruel, Godless place?
Oh, but to have chosen 
the Savior I spurned.
How foolish the choice that I made.


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When

When will this hurt go away
When will I bravely face each new day
You've been gone for some time
Yet it seems like you're still here in my mind
The memories and moments we shared
Are still alive and at times the pain is so hard to bear
Just the mention of your name
Lights up my soul with a never ending flame
But now it's time to move on
To forget the past and admit you are gone
When will this hurt go away
Not for a long time but maybe one day


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I Will Die Alone

Everybody's dieing,
I can see the bodies falling around me,
crashing down like dead trees,
white faces and cold hands,
touching me lightly,
then landing on the cold hard ground.

This life's dark,
like a big dark room,
there is no life,
because all I see, feel, and hear is death,
striking down the world with his violent hands.

He kills them all,
untill I'm the only one left,
one by one he takes them,
leaving me on this dark earth alone.

Save me lord,
save me,
nevermind, you can't.

I'm going to die,
I will die alone.


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Death Changes

Old Death is a scar,
an empty eye socket, a lost limb.  
It has been grieved and we leave it alone
most of the time except on long drives
or sleepless nights.

New Death is a police siren behind you,
a baby crying for you in the night
in a house on fire.

New Death is bright red.

Old Death is brown.  
We can pick it up and put it down.

New Death picks us up and 
puts us down when it wants to.

New Death is a mugger in an alley
on your way home.  
Leather jacket, whiskey breath,
fear smell, switch blade at your throat.
That's New Death.  
It mugs you and steals your life
for years or forever.

Old Death is a tight uniform you wore,
you try it on once in a while.
You were drafted in the Regiment of Pain.
It doesn't fit, you don't wear it 
but you will never be the same again.
You have your memories at that private war with Death.
You are a veteran now.
But the Private Pain mellows into General Acceptance
and the poignancy turns to peace
and all New Death will lose it's sting
with time and God's help forever.


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An Accidental Overdose

She fought daily with the agony.
never knew when it would strike.
It affected all corners of her world
waking, sleeping, laughing, and crying.
Early one morn, she lost the battle.
Through the night she had struggled,
to rid the ache in her head.
She tried them all.
One here and one there,
still it persisted,
another, then, another.
She had forgotten the total.
The compounds crescendoed
and released an avalanche of effects.
Breathing crawled, heart decelerated
and mentation retarded.
Then all stopped.
It was an accidental overdose.
Just a girl trying to ...
stop the pain.


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Finals

A stalking moon comes
riding
on mount of silver
     and
     blue
     metallic
shimmering
     beckoning
shadows colliding
with
      imagined imaginings
and
      impassioned words
spoken to
      look
          like you
rhyming
with
the glow of
     lightening dark
         pale
            dawns
shivering in
twilight unmasked
as
a
     hollow
     exchange
that
bounces from
     here to there
         and
     wonders
         how the connection
grew so
weak
and
      unenduring
when
      plastic care
became
      so unassuring
and
     deaf and dumb
came    
     crawling
              droning
so
      enough became
           too much
to hear
and
flat tone
       came alive
to
       animate my screen
in hurried
dutiful
   replies
      evenly spaced to
          reflect
               time better spent
                    elsewhere.


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Five Flowers And A Funeral

Like bullet holes in a starched white shirt,
they prop the gravestone in the dirt,
a ruby stitch across the face
of veined pale marble carapace.

They held my gaze that winter day,
beneath black clouds with streaks of grey,
the wind howled for the distant dead,
ice crystals bit the greatcoat thread.

Stiff cards bore words upon each stem,
five mourners and the names of them,
each severed bloom, blood red and still,
clashed colours with the graveyard chill.

Five flowers and a funeral done,
alone stand I the wayward son,
and no one cares that I'm alive,
imagining six instead of five.


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Kisses

Kisses can be powerful 
Kisses can change a little 
Girls heart to open and 
love the world once again.
Because she now sees how 
important the world is to
her and even though her
daddy is no longer living he
still wants her to know that 
he still loves her and that 
he thinks of her all the time 
and he watches out for her 
even when she's asleep. And
he wants her to be happy and
to be proud of herself and the 
world around her even though 
she thinks she can make it 
on her own in the back of
her mind she knows she will
need help and even though she 
may not agree with every thing 
there is to know about 
the world. but if there is 
one thing she can agree on 
it's that her daddy loves 
her with every kiss from 
the sky above. And every 
time the Wind blows it's 
her daddy talking to her. If
she would only listen a little 
closer she would be able to understand.


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But Why Part of Mine

My lungs scream for air
But my throat is too tight for breath
Nobody is there to hear me cry
Nobody cares that I just want to die
No one understands the pain that is building up inside
It’s all a part of life
But why part of mine?
I try to move my hand
But my muscles are too tight for motion
Nobody is there to hear my try
Nobody cares that I’m trying to die
No one understands the emptiness inside
It’s all a part of life
But why part of mine?
I try to sit up
But my legs are too weak for standing
Nobody is there to hear me sigh
Nobody cares that I’m soon to die
No one understands what I’m feeling inside
It’s all a part of life
But why part of mine?
I try to wake up
But my eyes will not open
Nobody is there to hear me say ‘Bye’
Nobody cares that I know I will die
No one understands what it is going on inside 
It’s all a part of life
But why part of mine?


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No

No, 
not I,
I see clearly through
the rotten wedding veil,
clogged by cake turning stale,
framed by arachnid pageboys;
I see cracks on pale pink lacquer,
on the mannequin face below,
eyes mad and staring, aglow,
the sick dead holes of eyeless toys.
No, 
not I, 
my dear,
I see the madwoman in the attic,
frozen in her rocking chair,
cobwebs floating in her hair,
gibbering to her inner void;
I see the child she used to be,
alone beneath opiate skies,
pulling wings off butterflies,
things of beauty she destroyed.
No,
sorry,
no trace of me at all,
no reflection cast of me,
I am not real, don’t you see?
but, of course, that doesn’t do;
I watch the self-delusions form,
your mechanisms justify,
projecting blame on passers by,
when all there really is,
is 
you. 


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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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Goodbye

Her breathing was so even and calm,

Sleeping in that bed,

Her face once distorted with so much pain,

Now seems so soft and painless,

Looking closer to her face,

I think she’s kind of smiling,

Maybe she’s dreaming of when she was well,

Or maybe she’s dreaming of me, I can’t tell.

 

I remember summer evenings; we’d sit in the grass,

She’d tell me stories that I had never heard,

About people and places from the past,

She even shared her dreams with me,

And swore me never to tell,

That one day she would fly away,

And get out of what she called hell.

 

She never liked the place that we called home,

Always saying there was so much more,

But where I never saw, and always failed to ask,

I think she thought she wouldn’t have been sick,

If she hadn’t lived there,

But I know she would still be, 

No matter where she did dwell.

 

Sometimes I would feel sad,

Because I know my time with her would end,

That one day she would be so sick,

She wouldn’t get back out of bed,

I feel this time has come,

 

She’s been in bed a long time now,

Her skin has lost its tan,

She’s so white and fragile now,

I’m afraid I’ll break her if I touch her,

I was told even though she sleeps, she can still hear me,

So I tell her lots of tales,

And all my darkest secrets,

I swore her never to tell,

That I wish that she were well,

 

Lately everyone around has been so sad,

So many tears- I don’t understand,

Is she finally going away?

From this place that she called hell?

Is she finally going to be free from pain,

And actually fly away?

 

I’ll guess she may have already,

Maybe that’s why she smiled,

Maybe in her dreams,

She’s flying high in the sky,

 

Sleep now,

And I will do the same,

I know that when I open my eyes,

Yours won’t because your time has finally came.

 

I’ll miss you forever.


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Dark Land

the people are insane
and their all in chains
bonded to their fear or life
and I am one of them
the nights are long
and filled with pain
enclosing me in their arms of shame
theres no way out
no matter how hard I try
I can't find the key that will set me free
someone please help me
my freedom rots away
into an unknown feeling of decay
the end is near
I see it there
salvation is near
finally I can rest at last


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Belladonna

Nightshade, O how you taunt,
Seductive is your flower, dark purple, 
Give yourself over to Her night.

Wine of Circe, Sweet the sleep you give,
A kiss of intoxication, Ease the 
Passage of the soul.

Divale, Prima Ballerina of the Ballet,
Dance of La Belle Mort, Beautiful Woman,
Hers is the tango of death.

Lethal flower, make the voice rise high,
Fatal Soprano, yours is the power behind his throne,
Saccharine song of bells in your wake.

Belladonna, lustful and lusted for,
Your ambrosia is not of life,
But the kiss of death.


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Emerald Eyes

In the grasp of green demons the dissolute lie,
Lost with phantoms of absinthe and smoke,
On an opium trail chasing dragons all night,
Stricken utterly wasted and broke;
When I look to the rooftops and blurrily see
Jagged vistas that tear at the skies,
In the dreary old soot of this dreary old town
I dream of your emerald eyes.

I will always remember the thrill of your face,
Such a vision of beauty and life,
And the words that you spoke echo into my mind
Lacerate like the blade of a knife;
I hear as you whisper from darkness to me
When before I had taken no heed,
“If you live by the sword then you’ll die by the sword,”
You intone as my heartbeats recede.

I have travelled this world so far and so wide,
For the wonders my eyes would behold
I took them for granted, such as my own breath,
And my scurrilous soul I have sold;
Now my days they are reaching their desolate end,
Numbing pain that the opiate defies,
And the singular comfort bestowed on me now
Are my dreams of your emerald eyes.

So forgive me my failings, absolve me of sin,
As the lifeblood evolves into dirt,
I was never as worthy as you seemed to think,
Just a vessel of hunger and hurt;
And I know that the vision I take to the grave
As the nighthawk defiantly cries,
Is the only salvation that lays me at peace,
Are my dreams of your emerald eyes.


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Fade

I cling to this blade of silver, sharp and cold,
Trying to forget all that I was told.

My mind is numb, still my body feels.
Look inside, see the invisible scars that will never heal.

Thin red lines, seeping red.
Although I am alive, most of ME is dead.

With each cut I make with this blade
I feel more of ME fade away.

Crying and rocking, I look at what I have done.
My skin is marred and I wish the guilt were gone.

Every time it is exactly the same. 
I seek to find refuge by causing my pain.

Finding a calm always before the storm.
It is after this calm that Shadow takes form.

My demons arise to tell me that I've failed.
I will find no rest in life, only my self created hell.

The days now blend. Not one is different from the other.
Hands of Death, my mouth they do cover.

They hold me so tightly, struggling I draw breath.
For now I am held captive, captive in the hands of Death.

Watch me fade as the clocks runs it's race.
To die would be sweet, with no more demons to face.


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The Bottle

Calling me home to join in.
Telling me it's okay.
Soon it will be all gone empty n drained.
No pain sorrow allowed.

Alone in the dark by myself I sit.
Hopless n lonely a broken heart.
Mind numb, cares go away.
Just to return next day, painful stong tearing me up.

Bottle calls out again begging me to let it in.
I invite my friend he takes my soul.
Leaves me lost and on the ground.
Slow form of suicide for me.

I try to push away but always there.
Monkey on my back laughing all the way.
Dosen't care if I live or die.
Just wants me to drink him dry.

Found some friends who care and love.
Given me the strength to break the bottle.
Watch it hit the floor and shatter.
Freeing my soul watching it come to life.

Down the gutter it goes leaving me alone.
To live for myself and not look behind.
I have a lot to give and share.
My life with the rest of the world.

To some day find love, a friend and mate.
Share my heart n soul.
Grow old together never let go!
Just to be happy n keep the bottle away!


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This Is My Hell

This is my Hell
Frigid and frozen
No furnaces to light my way
A dark, drab den
One half of this lonely loveseat
I occupy incessantly
Join me for a jump into this
Quiet quarantine 


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Viet-Nam Senceless War

There was a war sometime ago where mem were ordered young and old,
  to fight the battle keep us safe but for them no escape.
The war went on and the battle raged soldiers dieing everyday,
 so many men and boys too side by side fought for me and you.
Viet-Nam what can I say,War of War still killing today.
Agent Orange,Flash Backs too,
 many deceases worst than any flu.
One by one they did go for Uncle Sam made it so,
 fighting a war they knew not why just to stand shoot and die.
Marching,fighting days on end never knowing if it would end,
 or if they would return to the country where they were born.
For the ones who didn't die they were'nt even reconized,
 no not one would they meet or even give them an honorary seat.
As for me I have to say they should not have been treated that way.
A Hero's welcome they deserved and crowds of people on every curb,
  but instead they fought,died and we didn't as much as say Good-Bye!
                                                                     Signed;
                                                                       A Guilty One


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A Note

Is there a cure for suicide?
Or is suicide the cure?
Emotion is a boundless tide,
But death is beautiful and pure,
The depression that commands my life,
Is consistent every day,
I hate it but I don’t cause strife,
For it is the only way,
If all I felt in life was death,
Why not end it now and end my pain?
For depression tightens with every breath,
And I’ve got nothing left to gain,
I write this now to bid goodbye,
For no one knows my endless sorrow,
I found the cure which is to die,
I won’t have to make it through tomorrow,
Look at This gun in my palm,
Won’t you Listen to it scream?
I never thought id be co calm,
When my mind is breaking at the seam,
Look at my blood on the wall,
Can you see the thoughts of my mind?
All that I did in life was fall,
And wish god wouldn’t lead me blind,
Look at the boy on the floor,
I put a bullet through his head,
What if I hadn’t closed the door?
And I just tried to go the bed,
Another day living the lie,
Always trying to hide my sorrow,
All that I really want to do is die,
But I always try to make it to tomorrow,
But never again- oh never again,
To him I just committed a crime, 
All that crap about how not to sin,
I proved him wrong for one last time,
Because if I’m dead and I chose to be,
Then I’m going to hell with the beast,
Did god love anyone less than me?
Because that man is surely deceased,
Didn’t god relieve Jobe of his pain,
Depression has always been my life,
I don’t think I can lift this chain,
Or even refuse to use that knife,
If I killed myself- what was gods aim?
God just decided to make me suffer,
Each day for me was never the same,
They all just kept on getting tougher,
But its over now and my pain is eased,
I always felt like I was caught,
I hope that everyone else is pleased,
I bet they never would have thought,


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Yeh khaalipan


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

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

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


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You Were The Best Mother,




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We Lost More Than a Dad

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost half of how we came to be
We lost we four girls first love
We lost our Best Friend

We lost more than just a Dad that day
Our Mom lost her Soul Mate, Her other half 
Our children lost their Papaw
We lost our family’s foundation 
We lost the glue that held us together

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost the Strongest man we ever knew 
We lost the man we looked up too
We lost we four girls Teacher of many things

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We four girls lost our Hero
We lost some of our Light
We lost part of our Heart
We lost part of our Soul

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost some of our Courage
We lost some of our Strength
We lost some of our will to fight back
We lost some of our will to carry on
We four girls lost more than a Dad
We lost more than just a Dad that day


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Me, Myself, and I - (Part 1)

Hello Friends... I suffer from Severe Bi-Polar Disorder and this submission was inspired by 
actual events that occured during one of my especially critical manic episodes. Be sure and 
read Part 2 to complete the poem and leave your comments on the Part 2 submission. Thank 
you for allowing me to share my pain for pain shared is pain diminished 


Me, Myself, and I...


“There are things that concern us,”
		Consensed my “Selves” in earnest
““We” fear that “I” have succumbed to delusion”

“And after careful deliberation
		It is with much hesitation
That we choose to delineate upon this confusion”


“Fact is your intuition
		Is riddled with superstition
And your judgment leaves much to be desired”

“So you leave us no recourse
		Don’t push us to use force”
It is then that the “I” was summarily fired


I exclaimed “By whose authority?” Response, “Rule of majority”
“The “Myself” and the “Me,” (forthwith the “We”), are experts in our field”

“And with much technique and time
		And some forays into the sublime
The nature of your malady will be revealed”


“So to keep yourself from having a fit
		Step back and just calm down a bit”
“We,” they said, “certainly have this under control”

“We swear this won’t hurt at all”
		Then I felt my inhibitions fall
Still I said a prayer to God that He keep my soul


You know, fact is I do feel off axis
		As evidenced by such parapraxis
As this prose that I, (or is it “Us”), seek to pen

And with my mind feeling numb
		I finally chose to succumb
And allow the “Me” and the “Myself” to begin


And then came questions in a flurry
		Answer, answer and please do hurry
Not one moment of respite did they give

They pushed and they prodded
		With every “T” crossed and “I” dotted
My mind felt like it had gone through a sieve


And all this psycho-analysis
		Is causing my mind paralysis
The questions, can you stop with the questions please

“Yes, oh yes indeed
		I do believe we have what we need
To make an attempt to identify your unknown neuroses”


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I Hate You Cancer

Dedicated to my Dad who lost his short battle w/ Colon Cancer on June 18,2013

I hate you Cancer
Your vile evil and cruel
You don't care who you hurt
I'll never forget that day
I'll always hate you for it

Your heartless Cancer
You took someone important from me
Someone important from others too
Took people who didn't belong to you
I hate you for it

You disgust me Cancer
You had no right to take him from me
He mattered more than my very own life
I hate you for taking my Daddy
I hate you for taking others too

I hate you with a passion Cancer
You took part of my heart with him
You took part of my soul that day too
I hate you for it
I hate you I hate you I hate you

I hate you with every fiber of my being 
Go back to Hell where you belong
I hate you, others hate you
Your not welcome or wanted here Cancer

I hate you more than his doctor's
I hate you more than God
I hope I get to witness that day
Witness the day you fall
And you will fall Cancer

You're gonna lose the battle one day Cancer
I'm gonna laugh and dance around your grave
You'll finally get what you deserve 
And you'll never be able to take another soul


Sabrina Niday Hansel


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Details | Elegy | |

The Lost Boy

There was a boy I used to know.
He never let his feelings show.
Turns out he wanted suicide.
When he died, I cried.
Why did he have to go?
Was that why he never let his feelings show?
He hung himself like a criminal.
That’s not what he was like at all.
He still had time to grow.
Maybe he should’ve let his feelings show.
There was a boy I used to know. 


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Devil's Hidden Ranch

DEVIL'S HIDDEN RANCH

Coyote howl, dogs growl
Gunshots, dead cow
Red barn left unlock
Horse shoe upon death's door
Tequila in a cup
Salt of cocaine, shadows of insanity
Guitar string, sad song
Bandit near the door, wife on the floor
Hallucinating---Reality
Yelling out her name, he's gone insane
Loaded gun, life is done
Far and near ending his intoxicating fear
The road under the sun
A coward in his path
Responding to the Devil's wrath

In a Hidden Ranch in Mexico!!!!!!
       
:)   SKAT


Details | Rhyme | |

When A Son Loses His Father

Now that he's without him
what is he working for
He had never truly realized
His dad drove him to want more
With working came acceptance
replaced emotions he concedes
and his father unavailable,
he kept his schedule filled with deeds,
When his father passed away
it broke him to the core
just learning he and his dad
had things in common they stood for
His dad had loved unconditionally,
despite his character flaws
and perhaps was thinking he'd call his son
when the winter thaws
but winters came and went
and neither reached to call
yet they truly loved each other
despite their voices being awol
His imperfect life with his Dad,
is now the oddest gift he treasures
He's vowed to be a father
for his sons to proudly measure
He says "I love you" to his kids,
and has being saying so for many years
then thinks of what he missed
with his Dad,
and it reduces him to tears
Nothing can make that emptiness go
he carries the lesson learned
Knowing now to speak his love out loud
not said to be returned
When a son loses his father
a part of himself fades into the light
as do the words he rarely stated,
like, "Dad, nice to hear from you tonight"
or picking up the phone to say,
"hi dad, did you just hear",
are calls he wished he'd made
while he wipes away a tear,
Now in a prayer he says, "I love you Dad", 
to the heavens he kneels and pleads
and wonders if his fathers knows
that his love's so strong, it bleeds
"Dad, in case you didn't know it,
I love you more than I can say
I always tell my kids I love them
I learned that the hard way,
and in my heart,
my father,
you shall always stay".


Details | Munaajaat | |

Tell Me

I'm lost hurt and angry
Why did you take his life
I want, No I need to know
Tell me, Tell me why
I deserve to know

Haven't you done enough to him
What'd he ever do to you
He suffered his whole life
Suffered more than anyone deserved
Tell me, Tell me why you did it
I have a right to know

Why'd you let him born to them
Born to worthless parents
Parents who didn't care
They threw him away like garbage
Pawned him off on someone else
Tell me, Tell me why
Explain how you could do that

You gave him Polio
You let others treat him like disease
You took away the full use of his legs
You warped his hand and foot
Tell me, Explain to me why
I deserve to know

You let others think he was crazy
You let it go on for over year
You didn't stop it, Why
Tell me, Give me your reason
Answer me, Help me to understand

You go and make matters worse
You gave him Cancer
You didn't give him a chance to fight back
You just jerked him away from us
Tell me, Tell me how
How you could be so cruel

How can others not question you
When others do it, It's murder
But when it's by your hand
It's your will, Their fate
Tell me, What makes you so different
Your no better than the demons knocking at the door

You heard me beg and plead
You know I'm not afraid to die
I was willing to carry it all for him
I was willing to take my Daddy's place
You didn't even let me say Goodbye
Tell me, Tell me why I couldn't take his place
Answer me, you owe me that much



Sabrina Niday Hansel
~Niday40873~

(motif) Spiritual


Details | Lyric | |

Don't Cry

Please don't cry over my casket 
For I am not there 
Please don't cry at my grave 
My soul has been set free 
I know it's hard not to cry 
I've been down that road one to many times 

I have no more pain 
I have no more sickness 
And I would not change a thing 
As I walk threw the gates of Heaven 
Mom Dad our brothers and sisters 
Will welcome me with open arms 
Here I am free of that pain 

Don't blame yourself 
It was my time to go home 
This is where I'm supposed to be 
Don't dwell on things which you can not change 
I will always be in your heart 

I will always be watching over you 
When that day comes for you to come home
I will be there to welcome you 
With open arms
And walk you threw the gates of Heaven 
You will be greeted by our family & friends
Who came home before you 
Until that day I will be watching over you


Details | Elegy | |

The Way It Was

The song starts to play and I start to cry
How can so much hurt come from a song like that?
Once upon a time it used to bring me happiness and laughs
Now all it brings me is sorrow
You were my world and the song was ours
Now you're gone leaving me with nothing but a broken heart
It isn't easy to forget about everything
That song meant so much to me and now it's all been taken away
I had a dream that the song was going to bring us together again
But now, I don't want to listen to the song anymore
The song is a constant reminder of our tragedy and it will always hurt
I've tried to forget but nothing seems to work
I'll listen to that song a million times more
Until the day we are reunited, together forever


Details | Narrative | |

Me, Myself, and I - (Part 2)

Hello Friends... I suffer from Severe Bi-Polar Disorder and this submission was inspired by 
actual events that occured during one of my especially critical manic episodes. Be sure and 
read Part 1 first so as to get the true gist of the poem and leave your comments here on the 
Part 2 submission. Thank you for allowing me to share my pain for pain shared is pain 
diminished.


Me, Myself, and I... (continued)


“Your, (Or “Our”), symptoms seem to intermit
		And the fact that “You’re,” (“We’re”), a hypocrite
Tis no wonder we’re having such problems with diagnosis”

Then “I” had an idea so grand
		To dispense with this at my own hand
A self-inflicted coup de grace would be my prognosis


So while the “Me” and the “Myself” squabbled
		With courage newly cobbled
“I” spotted the dresser drawer and made my run

With fingers fiercely fumbling
		Whilst they continued grumbling
“I” produced from the depths of the drawer a shiny gun


And now my life, though ill-fated
		Was soon to be vindicated
This would affect us all equally the same

Would be no myself or me
		No you, him, us, or we
But an inclusive all would be to blame


It took me a moment to figure
		Out the safety on the trigger
Then “I,” (or “Us”), prepared to do the dirty deed

Then the barrel found my temple
		And as it settled into the dimple
A still small voice did my “selves” choose to heed


Hence a moment of clarity 
		Harkened me to posterity
And I thought what a legacy to leave behind

“Can’t we all find a way
		To save this miserable day
And avoid a broken body for someone to find”


And then deep within my soul
		I felt and heard a simple drum roll
And the differing sides of me just subsided

And with my mind now as one
		I worked to get this all undone
The whole business of this stuff I derided


And tis now true of fact
		That I survived this ordeal intact
And lived to raise my face unto the sky
 
And here now as it ends
		I find I’ve made good friends
With the “Me”, the “Myself,” and the “I”


Thank you for taking the time to share in my poetry. Please feel free to leave your thoughts 
or comments here on this page. 

J. Scott Burns...


Details | Free verse | |

Agree to Disagree

                                               
                                               Mankind's greatest
                                                 accomplishment...
                                                       
                                                      

                                                      is death.


Details | Couplet | |

The San Quinton Kangaroo Rat (Endangered Species)

Arriba, Arriba as Speedy Gonzalez would say
The San Quinton Kangaroo Rat is dying away 

Baja California is where they do reside
On a little strip of land just 100 meters wide

Due to agriculture and progress it’s sad to say
All but nine-miles of their habitat was taken away

Truly nocturnal they only come out at night
Strongly territorial they’re ready to fight

Once numbering in thousands now 30 are left
How long can humanity go on being deft?

They bathe in the dust so its sad but true
In captivity they last just one day or two

When they are threatened believe what I say
Two-meters at a time they go hopping away

They mainly eat seeds, fruits, insects and such
Amazing kidneys allow them to not drink very much 

They rarely drink water because these words are true
Their kidney’s are four-times as efficient as the kidney in you

The odds they will rebound are far less then slim
San Quinton Kangaroo Rats fate is looking rather grim

Even if you don’t hold rats dear to your heart
In the overall cycle of life they play their part

Every species on earth fulfills some sort of need
The San Quinton Kangaroo Rat regulates the diversity of seeds

Plants, insects, ants, and birds need them to survive
Without the San Quinton Kangaroo Rat they cannot thrive

Arriba, Arriba as Speedy Gonzalez would say
The San Quinton Kangaroo Rat is dying away
 

Being one who spent years in San Quinton this
endangered species caught my eye. Reminded
me of the jail house mouse that would frequent
my cell. An odd sort of connection I'll admit but
rather interesting I reckon.


Details | Alliteration | |

War has come , War has come

War has come , war has come,
My home once a gem of beauty , to fires and rage it succumbed,
Powerless i watched , the desolation of man
How evil overwhelms and greed robs one of all sense
Day by Day loved ones fell,
Till our lives became nothing short of hell,
I prayed in silence fearing my inevitable doom,
For the grim reaper lays in wait ,
Thus i have resigned to my fate..

The morning sun arrived,
With the heavens granting me another day,
The screams have gone silent , with no presence of tyranny,
I run through the village searching for a sign of hope,
Till my legs grew weary and my vision grew dim,
I muster what strength i have,
Refusing to become a victim of fate,
Footsteps i hear , approaching fast,
Men with weapons with black souls drenched in hate,
As i look into the eyes of my executioner ,
with the certainty of death,
memories of my life flash , as i take my last breath,
War has come , War has come


Details | Narrative | |

Don't Take My Kindness For Granted

You think that you know me
But you don't know at all
Every day you say your sorry
After that I fall
I hate it when you lie
You think your doing good
When all you cause is pain
Just tell me that you hate me
So my life won't be in vein...


Details | Elegy | |

A Farewell To The Travelers

A Farewell To The Travelers (On The Bhoja Airlines Plane Crash)
 
With pace does darkness conquer light,
when mounts the sun the dying toll,
spied an aura grim my wistful sight,
for had poisoned all, a single bowl;
captive of death as it life betrayed,
the awakened --to the resting prayed,
"Oh! Farewell the mornings vanished pole".
 
Life comes with such a temporal mien,
has it plucked the wings of future how,
though pillows of respite --I had seen,
but these feathers do no sleep allow;
do fly swift! The binders of this cause,
your pause of age, is our ageless pause--
"So, farewell the birds of heavens now".
 
But, soul a machine that does not cease,
yet it fools us from our time of birth;
pass on, move towards the restful peace,
but, secluded stays its pensive worth;
Until the day, we shall meet again
at some wondrous unknown valley then.
"Ah! Farewell the travelers of this earth".
 
R.N.Khan, © 2012


Details | Elegy | |

Stranger


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Elegy | |

dad army

Dad´s Army 

On the Milky Way a black cloud appeared,
not dark as the night, but as a whole year
of winter nights put together and blended  
with stygian thoughts of a suicidal dictator.
Then slowly the cloud began to dissipate,
became whispery as Fidel Castro´s beard.  
…And there, on blue silk, a new born star,
unexciting at first but it grew stronger by  
the galaxy minute- which last a bit longer
than on earth-, till it one day sparkled with 
pride especially around Christmas.    
The moment a new star is born an old star 
lights up, like northern light, for so to fall 
into perpetuity, and I shall not see my old 
friend Clive Dunn again. 


Details | Elegy | |

The Lament For an Angel

All in one faded-black day (but let None forget) In my arms, her body lay (my life was the price to pay) A tragedy, through the lack of humanly shame (do they know pain) My darkly colleen has to suffer no more (Robert nor do you) Let me die (please hear my haunted cries) If I can not see Sophie tonight (live on with my grey) I'm just a mess of despairing words And broken nerves Another mourning, afflicted sight (through decay, love can remain) Solace, sympathy are just more lies She is all I need Until you decide she is just another sadist's toy My Angel, why did you have to fly so far away My Angel, just let one feather stay My Angel has flown away My Angel, why did you have to fly so far away My Angel, just let one feather stay My Angel has flown away (My body is amortal, die I may, Together, our hearts will forever stay)


Details | Rhyme | |

Smoking From the ones left behind

(FROM THE ONES WHO ARE LEFT BEHIND)


To all you smokers out there.

I’m not going to say, give up, I wouldn’t dare,

If you want to smoke, it’s up to you,

But I don’t want to smoke your smoke too,

So many lives it takes away.

It really is a high price to pay,

Especially for the ones left behind,

The ones you love, so very kind.

They are the ones left with there hearts broken,

So many things left unspoken.

They are the ones, that have to nurse you night and day,

They are the ones, who sit and pray,

They are the ones left with the legacy of what you’ve done,

When you can’t breath, because of your lung,

They to would like a voice,

They to would like a choice.


Details | Elegy | |

Raindrops and Teardrops


Details | Epitaph | |

Death by Cancer

    ~now it's me who has been chosen~
after years of nursing the broken souls ~` 
  ~refusing to listen to statistics , watching their bodies go ~  
percentages and numbers they have become
praying , please don't forget this one , she is a Mother ~
she has a son , a daughter , a grandchild , a sister and brother.

Let us not forget her name , please do not let her die with shame .
Why do you come seeking your toll , the Grimm Reaper of souls?
 
 ~ For this once young girl with the face one can only imagine her beauty ~
so many stares as she enter a theater or restaurant ,is she a model ?
~ she must be with a body like this , a body and face, eyes wide , smile divine ~
We love to hate , yet really she is quite beautiful. "If I could, I'd be this beautiful"
The long flowing hair , her natural looks , she must already be discovered ~

~ The years go by , and time allows way for the offspring of her breast 
 the many that once shed gossip among the jealous is inherited through her child~
The Pink ribbon ,  new hair designs chosen , all the make up , preparing to say Goodbye~ With Grace . No I will not let you see my fear on this Poker Face.

Another statistic on Record will go I . Cancer has come like a thief at night 
abruptly leaving me with nothing , yet how will I leave bravely,  as I raised my own 
I want them happy and at peace through me passing ,take me now , be merciful,
Lay me in a white silk dress as beautiful as I once were , with flowers by my side 
Please remember me , I am not ready to die ..not like this ,Another soul dismissed .


Details | Free verse | |

Grandma

There's not much to say.
I knew her, know some things,
but certainly not all.

I know how little she put up with fools,
how her cooking surpassed so many others',
how simultaneously sweet and hard she could be.
I know about her smoking,
about her jewelry, her faith,
all these I'll hold close to me.

Every single spark, every star,
shines with such a glow, such a marvelous radiance,
that we can't gaze too closely at it,
lest we cause ourselves pain.
And yet, despite ourselves, again and again,
we do;
because it's not within us to resist
the sheer beauty of it all,
of stories and of life.

A bouquet of tulips for you.
We all miss you already, Grandma.
I miss you.
I know Heaven's got you, taking no guff as always,
making sure we're all doing alright.
I love you.
Andrew James (McGillicutty) Sprouse


Details | Elegy | |

A TEAR FOR DADDY

written 22nd Oct 2013



Even after sixteen years
 still I cry your daughters tears
Every year on this day, will always be sad
 known only as the date, God took my dad

    1st June 1954- 22nd Oct 1997
    
         Allan Thomas Holmes


Details | Epitaph | |

Know I'm Always There

I didn’t choose to leave you 
For here I don’t belong
But Heaven is my home now
So please my love be strong

I know you cannot hear me
So I'm sending you this prayer
I need for you close your eyes
And feel that I'm still there

When no one’s there to hold you up
You don’t know what to do
When your legs will walk no more
I will carry you

When you stumble down and fall 
Take my hand and rise
For when you cannot find your way
I will be your eyes

Know that when you’re crying
I will wipe away your tears
When dreams are there to haunt you
I will fight away your fears

When loneliness surrounds you
And covers you with fear
Know I’m standing by your side
Know I'm always here

When you feel you can’t go on
When pain is just too real
Know I’ll never leave
Until your scars begin to heal

When dark descends upon you
And sleep no longer comes
I will lie beside you
Till you see the rising sun

I know you’ll keep me in your heart
Even though I'm gone
For time cannot erase our love
In you, it will live on...


Details | Epitaph | |

John F Kennedy

John F. Kennedy 1917-1963 The great 35th president of US It wasn't really a success He tried to stop the missile bases There were lot of angry faces When there was about to be a war Peace was what he asked for Texas was the place he was shot Later, the criminal was caught He didn't survive the pain His people cried like the rain


Details | Ballad | |

The Angel We Gave To You

The Angel We Gave To You...

He could have taken anyone
But no one really knew 
Of all the people in this world
God had chosen you

Your little face so beautiful
We loved you from the start
Every tiny part of you
Engraved upon our hearts

Every precious moment 
Every hour that you gave
Every time we held you
Was a precious memory made

We’ll never see you smile
We will never watch you grow
Which makes the time we had with you
More precious that you know

Everyday we'll send you
Love and kisses up above
For nothing’s greater in this world
Than mummy and daddy’s love 

In times of pain and sadness 
When we feel all hope is gone
We’ll know that in your sister, and our hearts
You will live on

And when we go to bed each night 
We’ll close our eyes and pray
We’ll put our hands together  
And this to God we’ll say

“You’ve taken someone special
Who we love more than you know
So brave, but very fragile
So with you she had to go

Please wrap her in your tender arms 
And love her like we do
And cherish every moment
The Angel…we gave to you”

For Ruby  xxXxx


Details | Elegy | |

For Liam

I remember when I was told.
Family in silence.
It’s not fair. The heartbeat of appliances still whining,
I focus on times I thought we’d grow old...
Clouds part with unexplained violence

And our faces begin to pour.
A hundred questions, a doubt
And what else? Footprint in a concrete driveway,
A spark-maker unlit watching seagulls soar  
From the soft earth, noise drowned out.

A boy sleeps waiting to wake
To manhood. Creased cheeks quiver,
And what he gets instead are flowers.
Relics in person, I question the ache
That asks why we give rivers

And must move on, while they remain.
Held by the smooth arms of trees,
Swallowed by a blanket of grass.
I ask the plaque what I cannot my brain,
Logic replaced by glassy guarantees

I see right through. He will not rise.
Facing away from a marching sun,
A no longer marching son lies.


Details | Free verse | |

Darkbodied

Born through a child I was-
Fathered by none-
Raised by strangers-
Growing inside me-
An ineffable danger-
Entering life behind a closed door-
I strained to breathe-
Is this living?-
Aboded in a fleshly tomb-
I must be freed-
Cannot stay-
Though Ha'lel came for me-  
I have seen his revolving exit-

 


Details | Free verse | |

The Wall, The Wall

The Wall, The Wall

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Elegy | |

hail, someone, death is hell

hail, someone, death is hell
he was well so well
soothing like waters from the well
& the world did him hail
tho' sad but not so sad like hell
ah, death-harbinger as on a rail
crept in but who could tell
which way she came oh, tell
as some practiced steps did fell
& the voice from deep-set hell
trembling rose like the bliss of hail.




Details | Dramatic monologue | |

All Day Long

All. Day. Long.

I sit there, in my chair, All. Day. Long. 
Glaring at people I hate. 
The people who are but mere memories.
Mere dust in the wind.

All that I know has blown away, 
taken by my faulty actions.
The dull replay of Meteora fills my room with lyrical insanity, 
tempting me with beat and anger. 
But I’ve realised it’s not the music that’s dull.
It’s myself. I am dull. 
 Dull, empty, detached, dead. 
My actions have caused this, my mental instability.

My arms and wrists, they’re crisscrossed with faint pink patterns,
the product of my attempts at reattachment and relief.
Eternal smiles of violet beneath my eyes, wrinkles surround my lips. 
My skin, yellow from the drugs, reflects weakly the sunlight from outside.
I blame everyone but myself, my personality rotten to the core.
My lungs, as well, shredded by smoke that acted like needles.

I couldn’t help myself, I jest in my mind. 
I’ve been trying to shove the blame onto something but myself, 
only to find there is nothing to blame but myself.

My body has been wracked to this state, 
a state well beyond my mere 29 years. 
My mind, hanging from a cliff. 
Threatening to free fall at any moment. 

As I sit there, in my chair, 
memories of an age long gone from my life flash before my eyes.
 A girl I loved, laughing.
 Her and I lying in the grass, at a lake’s edge.
A cat akin to night, eyes green as mine, purring softly in my lap.
Flashes of guns, from a war forgotten by all but me. 

As I reminisce these memories, a spark of feeling—pain.
Upwelling in my gut.
 Through my chest.
 Stabbing into the side of my head.
The pain triggers a new wave of recollection. 

Again, the girl. My mind so foggy I can’t remember her name. 
Dancing slowly to a song no longer heard of. 
Snow. A blush of the cheeks. Hands in mine, warming and comfortable.
The pain in my head intensifies, blinding me. 
I fall from my chair, the first time I’ve moved all day. In 2 days.

Shaking my head, I pull myself up. Standing, I look around. 
Another flash of pain, followed by a sensation I’d all but forgotten.
Her lips. At dusk. The very first time.
I stumble away from an unseen being, crashing into the wall. 
Blinking my eyes furiously, I right myself. 
Waiting a moment, I sit back down. 
And let the dullness take over, the pain ebb away, 
and the memories to replay.
All. Day. Long.


Details | Elegy | |

FAREWELL, CATHERINE

On Sunday March thirty two thousand fourteen, my sister
lost her grim battle to cancer, she was much younger than I;
nobody would believe that she fervently prayed while waiting to die...
who gave such strength to endure pain, if not her faith of believer?
I stood by her touching her forehead to offer some consolation...
she tried to smile, but was overcome by pangs of desperation. 
  

If horrid fate had cut abruptly her life, prayers provided endless comfort;
and accepting death as a relief from suffering, she cherished that thought!

  
Farewell, Catherine...even the March gloomy sky cries
to express its ample sympathy for someone with moribund eyes!
A treasure you have left: gems that gleam as the eternal stars,
and each one of them reflects the gentle smile of your shining grace
that everyone saw when you opened those warm arms...
and by loving everyone, you taught us the meaning of an embrace!   


Farewell, Catherine...find joy in that celestial place above the earth's sphere,
there happiness is heard through songs that praise glorious love, not fear!  


We'll remember those delightful moments you shared with us...
when joy shone on a face that did not know the bitterness 
of tears! Yes, they are imprinted on these weeping hearts
as the words of Virgil who commemorated the brave souls 
that accomplished great things never forgotten by fleeing time...
isn't your story of indomitable courage for us to read and admire?


Details | Light Poetry | |

Short Road To Hell

Have a smoke.
Score some dope.
Die young.


Details | Couplet | |

Goodbye Granddad

Gravity pulls my tears into pools.
Im sinking in sorrow -emotional fuels. 

Just turn back the time, I just want a moment. 
To say goodbye once, to cherish and own it. 

I loved my granddad - a man more than great.
Paired with my Granny as the perfect mate. 

A montage of memories that rush my soul.
My eyes fill with tears, I'm losing control. 

Just keep it together, it's what he would want. 
They all say the same, but I stand in front. 

Happiness swells, yet sadness prevails.
Like Christ on the cross, with hands full of nails. 

Life has a reason, and death isn't treason.
-It's moving on up.. A lifetime's a season. 

I look to the sky and say my goodbye.
The time won't turn back, I gave it a try. 

I close my eyes and imagine this-
Paradise in a place full of bliss. 

World peace in a piece of the world.
Without loss and bombs never hurled. 

Snow that falls that doesn't freeze.
Sun that shines that doesn't cease. 

A land where "The forever" is real.
A scene where the sick always heal.

Life with infinite love, like gusts in the wind.
Two little doves, with eternities to spend. 

God has a plan, fool-proof to the core. 
Now Granddad's with him, a reward of much more. 

-Yours Truly


Details | Couplet | |

A Marine's Poem - from Iraq

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death;
I look at this war and I’m exhausted, and so out of  breath!

I look to my spirituality for an answer to appear.
I’ve seen fellow marines die and “death” is what I ultimately fear!

The days seem to never end, and this desert is extremely hot!
I’ve witnessed the death of my friend and I ask God, why he got shot?

Yesterday, our platoon leader took a hit; two bullets to the back!
I want my country to know that we do this ---- for her and hope we make it out of Iraq!

I think about my family and I miss their warm and tender essence.
I wonder if my girlfriend thinks of me… I can’t wait to feel her presence.

I hope death doesn’t come for me; that I make it out of this hell hole.
I pray God forgives me for defending country; that I do not lose my soul!!


Details | Rhyme | |

The Axe Falls

A.W. Nutter

Silently creeping through the hall
Concealed in the darkness of night
From God’s grace I will surely fall
My hate bringing me such delight

The handle turns easily in my hand
As your door opens without a sound
Emotionally trapped in sinking sand
Realizing I’ve entered unholy ground

Induced pain and sinful transgressions
Flooding my mind, causing me to digress
Lowering the axe in fear and frustration
Screaming out to heaven in my distress

My demon awakens, grabbing an arm
Devil's child trapped in Satan's web
Beaten into submission, easily disarmed
Forced on a path, angels refuse to tread

A cold wet tongue slides across my back
Slowly destroying my childish innocence
A game of humiliation before the attack
Completely devouring my spiritual essence

Forced to my knees I see the axe
Mirrored blade reflecting a coward
As his leather belt caresses my back
The axe is swung with all my power

Dark red spray, stings my open sores
Blood soaking me like a pouring rain
As his twitching body falls to the floor
Demons turn, to scream out in pain

Walking back to my room in disbelief
Trying to comprehend what I had done
Curling up on my bed finally feeling safe
Patiently waiting for morning to come







Details | Rhyme | |

Tainted Butterfly

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


Details | Elegy | |

Where are you

You flourished and blurred
like a spark on wind

Gracefully and quickly like a frightened hind
in pursuit of light

You harvested through bushy meadows
taken by blight

In struggle with plight
had you lost your might

And gave out
although never you gave up.

Where are you?
For you must be still there.

For I still can feel you
somewhere in the air.


Details | Rhyme | |

We Miss You Uncle Herman


When we think of our friend Herman Weeks.
We think of a person very gracious and sweet!

He was always a pleasure to be around!
And brought laughter to his side of town!

From everyone that’s had a chance to meet him.
He was special!  We’ll never forget him!

He was very humble, gracious and kind!
People like him are special!  And hard to find!

We knew from the day that he met Snow.
She helped to make his empty life whole!

The creations and many things he made.
Were wonderful works of his hands displayed!

His service to the country and fellow man.
Is a beautiful gift that few understand!

Over the years, he’s brought joy to our hearts!
We’ve all loved him from the very start!

Thank you Lord! For blessing us from above.
For Herman and his heart filled with love.

We know now he’s in a better place.
Filled with God’s presence and his grace.

Our lives have been blessed to have him with us!
We’ll miss him!  He sure has blessed us!

To Herman we give our hearts filled with cheer!
We love you very much and wish you were here!

By Jim Pemberton
















Details | Free verse | |

If Old Men Fought

An old man looking out his door,
gaze fixed on a distant shore,
reminiscing to a time, not of happiness,
or, the prospect of a bright future,
to when he was sick to his very core,
to when as a youth, he went to war

A time before infallibility had meaning,
patriotism and bravado the craze,
the future was still unknown,
vigor for life at its all time high,
a time for romance, partying, buying,
no thought of pain, deformity, dying

Too young to understand or question,
ship to foreign shore, medals abound,
will impress the girls next time in town,
sacrifice not temporary,
forever more,
a legacy etched into a wall, few will remember,
flesh shredded, burned, torn,
families mourn

A time, when he willingly went to war,
will happen no more,
all lost in youth, now unrelenting,
no blind obedience,
minimal risk,
long life, his number one ambition

As he turns back from the door,
he thinks of the youth,
here now, soon no more,
lessons never learned,
the call to war,
to common the roar,
complacency the mood,
another generation removed

The old man agonizes
over what was originally not known,
war is preventable,
life too precious to waste,
the solution simple,
his vision, maybe too late

Send old men to the front to fight,
arthritis, heart disease, poor eyesight,
let the youth enjoy their life,
his near over, its only right

Send old men, to the front, to fight
ask them to give up their life,
patriotism and bravado, still alive,
will and desire would not last the night,
old men do not rush to death in their twilight,
failure inevitable, the old man smiles,
knows he's right

Wars not possible,
if old men, are sent to fight


Details | Elegy | |

Let Go

A long list of names with not a friend among them
Is it just of book of hidden faces
Forgotten faces?
Not a single word I've ever said was
written with truth
And here's the proof

When there's tears streaming down my face
Stuck in place
Is a smile that is a lie
When every time  I look around
I want to die

No friendly faces, in the brightest of places
And I can't make a sound
Is this life or is it just a dark hell
 How is one to live without living
Feeling lonely
Lost in a sea of sound

The darkness inside me
Is seeping through my heart
and making me lose my self control
Turn the shower up higher so they don't hear me cry
It's all I can do, just living a lie

The friends I thought I had
left when I was reaching my lowest
Now as I sink below the surface
The sun is the dimmest of lights

Scratching at my sides
Not ready to go back to the blade
So long gone, I've reached the breaking point 
but I'm afraid to let go


Details | Free verse | |

DEATH of the DEER

Chasing dazzled eyes of dew
Forests tickling greenness at my toes
Pebbles giggle lullabies in blue
Thirst is penetrating soul...

Echoed steps worries the skies
Violins long for their trees
Thunder without lightning shoots 
Wounded sunset bleeds on heart

Chased and dazzled, color-blinded
Grass turns sky and sky is dirty...
No more thirst, a deaf encounter
Hunters of my soul...and I...


Details | Free verse | |

The Train

She’s walking past the tombstones,
Just came from her mothers grave. 
As she passes the last stone, 
her hand graces the top,
A chill shoots down her spine.
The wind is blowing her hair in every direction,
While the leaves dance around her ankles.
Tears are rolling down her cheeks.

She’d just been talking to her mother for hours,
Longer then she ever had before.
She explained to her mother how her life had been tumbling downward,
Her boyfriend for 5 years had just broken up with her,
When she thought he was going to propose.
Her best friend since kindergarten had just embarrassed her,
in front of everyone.
Just to take her spot as Queen of the School.

She hears the train coming.
She’d been looking for an escape,
An escape of her sadness, 
Of her embarrassment,
Of her LIFE.
And here is one, just being given to her.

Without even thinking,
She runs onto the tracks,
The engineer slams on the breaks,
Honking the horn all the while.

She grabs her phone out of her pocket,
Begins to text her father.
Just 5 simple words.
that will mean the word to him.
I’m sorry, I love you

She looks up at the stars shinning down on her,
then at the lights on the train.
She just keeps on staring, 
Without even thinking,
Her mind goes blank.

The horn is honking, 
While she just waits.
Her mind is beautifully empty,
While the train comes closer.

She stares down at the train from above,
While is halts to a  stop, just 100 metres away.
Her lifeless body now mingled with the tracks,
Just lays there,
Motionless,
Breathless.

She begins to regret, 
what she had just done,.
Her father wouldn’t be able to go on,
Her sister would be scared,
Her mother, if she were alive, would be ashamed.
To take a life, let alone your own, 
Is a crime, that can never be undone.
There is no punishment great enough,
To serve justice.

She wishes more then anything to just turn back time, 
To just erase what just occurred
To pretend it never happened.
But this is not like a simple fight with a friend,
Or a bad relationship,
This can not be erased.
Death is not that simple.

A bright light comes from above, 
A sudden rush of relaxation shoots through her,
Calmness surrounds her.
And then she lets go.
Her soul floats away into the night sky,
And it’s over now.

By Sierra Cowan
Written the Summer of 2009


Details | Epitaph | |

Silly Epitaph 13

Ron was a foreman
He performed demolition.
Sadly his last blast
Sorely failed to miss him.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Social Norm

Drink the drink, and take the pills, lay on the medication.
But your soul's forever lost to them without persistent dedication.
There's things we've learned, and things we will, to decide us right from wrong.
But your ears are only open, now, to a techno-logic song.
Social norms have bound you tight, then cut you awf'ly deep.
And still your soul beneath the surface begs of you, relief.
You waded in their welcome waters, thought it nice and cool
But now I'm sure you've figured out you're lost in sorrows pool
So take it from who knows you best
Someone who has passed this test:

Before you drift out in the sea And the shore's no longer in your view, I promise that I'll bring you back And if I can't, I'll follow you. Before your legs and arms grow weak And you've passed your final tier, I promise that I'll hold your hand; I promise you I'll still be here. Before your lungs are filled with water And our souls are parted once again, I promise you that you're forgiven; I promise you I'm still your friend. Before you close your sunken eyes Inviting night to kill the day Know your bright was never slight And soon you'll see your way.


Details | Verse | |

Home of the Slaves

Land of the free
Home of the slaves
The blood, sweat and tears of my ancestors resonate
Amongst the soil where they were slain
I’m hearing their struggle
I’m feeling their pain
I can’t imagine being forced to part from my family
All for massa’s gain
So I pay homage to those who promoted change

People like every slave who tried to escape
Nat Turner, Ms Carlotta, Harriet Tubman
And the safe houses who were in accord
And peg leg Joe with his song
Follow the drinking gourd.

People like, the disregarded - those thrown overboard
And who was dismissed and defamed
The ones who were stripped of their soul, their pride, their names

The list could go on  
The full will never be told
So I pay homage to others who were bold
Like John Brown, The Freedom Riders, Sojourner Truth
Ida B Wells, Phyllis Wheatley, Maya Angelou, 
Langston Hughes and Charles Drew

George Washington Carver, Ruby Bridges
Booker T Washington and Mary McCleod Bethune
Charles Houston, Ralph Bunche, Fredrick Douglass
WEB Dubois, Paul Robeson, Ralph Abernathy
Benjamin Banneker, Marcus Garvey and Crispus Attucks
Who’s death by the way
Symbolized the American lie
You cant declare the rights of all men
While the people of African decent rights get denied
But still we rise

Thanks to Dr Martin Luther King, Malcolm X, 
The Black Panthers, the Buffalo Soldiers and Tuskegee Airmen
None who were showed any love
Yeah it’s an uphill battle, 
But obviously greatness can be done.

We can rise above this stigma 
That blacks are lazy and daunting
That our worth is null and void 
And in essence minus nothing
And of all the names mentioned 
And the greatness of their successes
No one has been able to erase the evil transgressions of a racist mind
And once you have experienced just a taste of it
It changes your perception of time
The oppression beats like the drum on the chariot
Of when it was finally time to escape to freedom
It's mine


Details | Tanka | |

'Shielding the Unsung Heroes'



bald eagle a shield 
memories omnipresent
greeted by silence
over time the tears might dry
remembered for your valor




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Details | Rhyme | |

Screaming In Silence

How can it be that you are dead
These thoughts keep racing inside my head
I can not believe it, it can not be true
How can I live in this world without you
My life will be empty, my heart broke in half
You're my reason for living, you make me laugh
How can I go on, how can this be
I'm falling to pieces, please can't you see
I'm crying, and dying, and empty inside
All of these feelings I can not hide
Where do I turn, what will I do
I just want to die and move on with you
They say that I can't, they say I must stay
I must keep on going to face the next day
I can not conceive it, I feel out of breath
I do not know how to deal with this death
Oh, God please help me, please reach out your hand
I need you to hold me and help me to stand
I turn to you now, my saving grace
Please take his soul to a higher place


Details | Sonnet | |

The Last Leaf

Remember the days when life
Was all we thought about ?
It slipped by being alive
Could end when death turnout ?
One more among the crowd
To admire to whole tree
When the green leaves have sprout
There’s not much to see
On a tree that’s almost empty
It’s leaves spread on the ground
In one dead leaf there’s still beauty
That if looked for can be found
The last green leaf that has turned brown
Will still be beautiful after falling down



Details | Narrative | |

Losing Someone to Cancer

I did speak with them, seemed very confused.

Apparently from what I have been told,
the cancer has gotten worse, and has 
began invading the rest of the body…

The hospice nurse doesn’t,
think they will be with us much longer…

They don’t know where they are living, can't 
remember me seeing them recently, can't 
remember me talking with them yesterday...

I know that this is very depressing news,
and if it weren't for friends and family,
I would be going crazy…

For it is hard to lose a loved one,
whether it be family or friend…

Since we don't know, when that fateful day
will happen, we can only take it one day at a time,
I only hope and pray that they won't suffer, I would
 rather see them be in a coma, and not have 
the pain and suffering…

I know that sounds harsh, however,
I don't want them to suffer, I want them
 to go in there sleep….

By Sandra L. Hoban
©2007


Details | Rhyme | |

The Park -- Part One

Pigeons flutter in the park
eating refuse from the grass.
Noon comes; the hours pass.
Leaves fall; the sky grows dark.
Silence reigns throughout the park.
A crumpled headline, a forgotten toy,
lifeless, do not hear a far-off bark.
In the park, not a single little boy.
Midnight comes; the hours go --
soon, the sky begins to glow...
morning breaks, and with it, sound.
In the park begins the morning round.
White skeletons of benches -- slats --
in all the wintry parks of Age
fill up in morning. Deserted flats,
each with the aspect of a cage,
become an unused, waiting gauge
that measures dull and wasted years --
floods of loneliness -- rivers of fears...
The weak and battered, pallid crowd
which, daily, parks ingest
speak in muted tones; but loud
is the message all suggest.
The clangor of the beaten Belles,
trampled in the slime of years,
entreats the mind to plug its ears;
yet, if it will, it hears...
memories, perhaps, keep active still
the shriveled and the loosened flaps
that are the mouths of all the Bills --
reduced to gray and ugly gaps...
Down the graveled pathways come
children bent on carefree play.
Belles, though silent, are not dumb,
nor will the Bills forego their say.
But warnings fall on ears too deaf;
around are eyes too blind to see.
And so the tots, too young for Death,
play on and on till time for tea.
Day after day after day
children come and children play.
Pigeons flutter in the park;
Leaves fall; the sky grows dark.
Once more, deep silence claims the park.
Midnight hours come and go.
The sky again assumes a glow.
Wind stirs dead leaves to rustle.
Starts again the aimless bustle
of the battered, weak, and infirm-eyed:
those whom living failed -- who died
but still must play their signal role
of unloved, friendless, unhailed Old;
who gather daily in the park
to envy tots their vital spark --
the hope, the promise in their eyes --
before it fades, before it dies.
But tots at play -- the young, the bold --
must laugh and sing -- cannot be told
that youth's not long and Time is cold.
Time devours -- a ravenous beast --
and men are the courses at his feast.
Some he swallows in their prime,
 On some he waits too long a time:
 these rancid morsels, Time's midnight snack,
explore their memories. They hie them back
 to that old moment, deepest black, 
when they first dared to know -- and first said --
that Time's the master all men dread.
(Please read The Park -- Part Two, which is a continuation of
this poem...due to space limitations)


Details | Sestina | |

Pro Choice Without a voice

My seed, I must admit I never even once wanted
Sitting unreallisticaly, at a doctors office
Waiting for my name to be called and to terminate this


Details | Free verse | |

The Humans and I

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Being human does not imply that you have humanity…


Details | I do not know? | |

Dear little sister from another mister

You’ve been thrown left and right,
Crying to yourself every night,
Thinking all has gone wrong,
& you won’t be giving up after long..
You’ve been heartbroken 
One
Two many times:
From old boyfriends,
To lies;
Father walked out,
Baby killed by mistake;
Your mom has disowned you,
But she still shows you lust…
Everybody knows the truth,
The pain that you do not choose;
They see what you show,
But see me…
I, T’Keyah Wilder,
I already know…
You’ve raped and thrown from left to right;
Crying to yourself every night;
Everybody saying they understand,
But you know you’re the only
One who knows your pain ;
On this land…
It’s a matter of time, 
Before you kill yourself,
Stressing yourself,
Hurting you and everyone else;
Blaming yourself for,
Mistakes not purposely made;
Crying every time you feel like you just got 
Laid,
You want the true love,
Love shown from the heart;
Honestly,
Coming from your big sister; 
I think you need a fresh start,
Easing your pain with nicotine;
I’m surprised you’re not 
Sippin lean…
I know it may be hard,
To forget about the past,
But there’s one thing;
I must ask from you and I 
Want this to last;
Promise me, you’ll try your best
To stress less,
& pray more…
Listen to God;
Put him above…
All;
We’re not close like we used to be,
But you know I’m just a phone call,
Away…
Not far from you..
But I wish you’d  realize,
This too…
Stressing is not working,
Cause death, the devil, lies,
& fear are lurking..
Promise me;
You’ll try to be the best you can be…
Dear Little Sister from another Mister!
<3 RiP auntie bby ; djF .


Details | Elegy | |

Grandfather

My Grandfather High-backed chair facing the corner, Window over books so cherished Loved. Like the greatest of scholars, but still humble He was a trove of stories Air of silence on a place once full Of stories from a time past, A time of honor and courage and duty Of country and spirit; fighting an enemy Made from indescribable evil. Tales of valor, sand, and bullets Lions and machine guns, young men in battle Fighting for their lives. Knowing the enemy was like a jackal Cruel and twisted, an army of evil He witnessed it all First hand, in the heat of the day And cold of night. Tales passed on, spoken In a way that conveyed such knowledge That one was to sit in amazement, and hear it Firsthand from the chair facing the corner. Like a throne of deep thought. The day he left this world, I wept. Seeing him not but a day before, It was harder than I could have imagined. The pain is real, but so were the memories And so the legacy of the veteran lives on. The chair sat vacant, but I felt him there. The books on the shelf, the other treasures Left behind held him here on earth While the memories anchored him in our hearts. The man in the chair shall never be forgotten And the stories shall pass far into the generations.


Details | Epitaph | |

MY UNIQUE LINE : JSL -------A Day Of Ones In The Sun---

Inundating radiant sunshine beams down on my face fervently tracing crows feet nearing the frown I can taste obliterating tear streaks transmitting them into the depths of outer space introducing an iridescent spectrum of piercing waves golden ears fear in the race Electromagnetic oscillation inspiring me to rely religiously upon solar energy photosynthesis eradicating unwanted toxins by chasing them vehemently So on this sacred date of "ONE"… negative energy is trumped by the positive tsunami of the sun and as she dares me to stare into her face of grace ninety three million miles away… I sigh as her radiance blasts my face in such a merciful way suddenly my shaking knees give way to an epiphany that this day is laced with sanctity Finally the world's eyes feast upon an auspicious uniformed alignment five ones standing side by side gold adorned a spiritual aspirant making change the world will see... "The Sun's Seven" pronouncing a unified spirituality
* Entrance for P.d.'s "Unique Line" Contest-----This poem's title is unique "A Day of Ones In the Sun" because it describes a very special and unique calendar date 11-1-1. But if you missed it... don't worry or let your eyes get blurry with tears cus' 11-11 's comin' in a hurry to relinquish your fears.....so yes there will be another day of ones on 11-11-1! tho' I can't promise you at the Soup that the 11th will be filled with sun!------I believe my poetry, like many others on this amazing site, has a fresh variety, inspired by life and everything in it! I hope you enjoy my lines like :"the world's eyes feast upon an auspicious uniformed alignment five ones standing side by side gold adorned a spiritual aspirant"


Details | Narrative | |

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


Details | Rhyme | |

JOHN GRAHAM SEYMOUR

Death can come so quickly
Like a thief in the night
But when the victim is so very young
It’s definitely not right.

John has left us way too soon.
We ask what does this mean?
He was in the prime of life
He was only seventeen!

It’s all part of the Master Plan
At least that’s what they say.
But that’s not too much comfort
To Mom and Heidi and Edna May!

In times of grief and sorrow
There are no words that one can find
To express the way that they must feel
At least not at the present time.

It’s said that John enjoyed his life
He liked to make folks laugh
He worked for charities and causes
And raised money on their behalf.

So, Family always keep in mind
No matter what  you do
Be assured,  “the man of the house”
Is watching over you!



Footnotes:
(This young man was a friend of the family
killed in an auto accident. Heidi and
Edna May are his sisters. "Man of the
House" is what he refered to himself
after his dad passed away a few years ago)











Details | Narrative | |

The Final Confessions II

These were my confessions
(A message to God)
The light begins to fade
(It’s time to go)
Back into the shadows
(That hard black fog)
Where darkness has its way
(God rest your soul)

Nothing left to tell you
(It’s all been said)
No more songs to write
(This silent Fall)
Nothing left to offer 
(The well’s been bled)
From a shadow’s waning life
(Who lost it all)

Take my words and hold them
(Don’t be afraid)
Place them near your heart
(And heal your pain)
Shadow words will kiss you
(And heal your pain)
When your world turns dark
(Don’t’ be afraid)

And I kiss you
Kiss you
I kiss you in the dark……..


Details | Lyric | |

Lacerated Wings

They are bound to the Earth like trees
Suffocating under the weight of an icy grave 
Reaching to be free, but only their limbs are seen
Hoping that one day someone will see:
They can't escape with lacerated wings

The ocean surrounds me, covering everything
Nothing will be clearly seen; confusion overwhelming
No-one can save you, you're on your own, left to die
Manipulating every bleeding heart you can find
I can't escape with lacerated wings.

Swarms of nets, waves of screams 
Entangle: your captive illusions and dreams
The mask has be seared - The truth now they see
The Liar - Vampiric Fiend; lowly thief
And now they know you can't escape with Lacerated Wings

There's reasons for your rejections:
Your Heavy heart's transferred oppression
The scars are too deep to pass the trials
But you can find peace in your cage of empty spirals
You Cannot Escape With Lacerated Wings


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 | Lyric | |

Forever Changed

June 18, 2013 our world was Forever Changed
We where over halfway home
When we got the call from our baby sister

Said we need to get back home
We need to come as fast as we can drive
Mom really needs us
Something’s wrong with Daddy
The whole way we drove 80
Hoping & Praying we’d make it in time

Our Family & Friends were weeping 
By the time we got to his side
We knew our Daddy had been taking
And our hearts they were breaking
We never got to say Goodbye
We each softly kissed that man
We four sisters climbed in his bed 
We laid down beside him 
And cried just like babies
For our world was Forever Changed 
 
 


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 | Verse | |

Dodge City

I arrest in the road and think this is the town
Where the tumbleweed girls bowl around and around,
I freeze in the park and think this is the town
Where the seeds of sweet love die cold in the ground.
I lean on the bridge and think this is the place
Where the eyes of dead fish stare up into space,
I lie in the church and think this is the place,
Where evangelist devils preach sin and disgrace.

I trip in the road and think this is the street
Where the black heart of Judas continues to beat,
I step on the cracks and think this is the street
Where the march of the butchers cut life in retreat,
I bow in the street and think this is the road
Where messiahs and villains on wild horses rode,
I cry in the street and think this is the road
Home to the homeless of no fixed abode.

I climb on the rail and think this is the town
Where the plasterboard ceilings came tumbling down,
I halt at each stoop and think this is the town
Where the lost were last seen and will never be found,
I stare at the ditch and think this is the hole
With depth deep enough to eat every last soul,
I weep in the glass and think this is the hole
Wherein nights never end, filled with sulphur and coal.

I stalk down the hill and think this is the city
Where never was mercy and never was pity,
I glance at the graves and think this is the city
The realm of a cut and paste lynch-mob committee,
I bullet the gun for whatever befalls
As jukeboxes blast in the rooms with no walls,
It’s the law of the gun for whatever befalls,
To kill all that draws breath, or walks or crawls. 


Details | Romanticism | |

A Flower's Funeral

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-10/6/2013-


Details | Rhyme | |

Estranged Love

"Estranged Love" By M. Taha Effendi (Rhyme) Countless days came and passed, each day in misery spent. every day I live as my last, since the day you are absent. Each day I hope of your return, I find my hopes desert me. To bear this pain the more i yearn, the more it grows to hurt me. I tried to live. I tried in vain, my efforts bore no fruit. I fell apart living in pain, but my love stood resolute. Then late one night I cried to God, tears streaming down my cheeks. Please hear my plea, I beg you Lord, I've starved myself for weeks. If you must then change my fate, please let me be with her. For this long and futile wait, proves too much for me to bear. Rid me of this suffering, my fate rests in your hand. For i exist as something, that is neither dust nor sand. Comfort me with a lie if you must, so i wont writhe again. Or tell the truth so i may just, end these throes of pain. Death will be my solace, when such agony is rife. I'll surrender to its sweet embrace, to end my wasted life. I cried to God with all my heart, I begged for her in one last breath. For being alive while torn apart, is a fate worse than death.


Details | Sonnet | |

Without You

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


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

SUNSET AT NOON

The day becomes night;
As a comrade transcend 
To true world beyound.
Oh! Finally, a jolly good fellow drops the baton;
A justice of peace with unstained character,
A sacrificial giver who neglected his needs.
Death, you never cease to amase
As you drive home valiant colleagues.
Death! Hope you know?
Here a while we must be parted
Because
For a while the tired body
Erupt in sleep.
Soul and body reunited.
Thence; death, nothing shall divide 
Father, mother, child and brethren.
Nevertheless, the dead, you were great while alive
And great in death.
The pens, sleep till we meet and part no more.


      WRITTEN BY EDORE PAUL OYAKHILOME
	0092348081195600, 0092348131176767
	DEDICATED TO  JOURNALISTS . 


Details | Light Poetry | |

Treasure Chest of Memories

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


Details | Kyrielle | |

Raven's End

I know that taking my life is a sin,
But you don’t know how much pain I am in;
Death is better than this hell I’ve been through,
God Grant me mercy for what I must do;

My tortured soul robs me of breath,
All I seek is the release of death;
Requesting redemption in the gun I cling to,
God Grant me mercy for what I must do;

I’m considering briefly the life I must end,
Nothing is left but the chance to transcend;
And this decaying body that I pass through,
God Grant me mercy for what I must do;

Raven they named me, but now they are gone,
I’m all alone since they both passed on;
Soon I will see them, it’s long overdue,
God grant me mercy for what I must do;

I beg for forgiveness as I let myself go,
Tears trickle down as I feel my heart slow;
Hopefully now I’ll get to see you,
So God grant me mercy for what I must do.


Tirzah Conway
~For the contest "Among the Dead"~


Details | Free verse | |

over and over agin

sometimes i talk to myself, 
my mind is racing,
i dont know what to do...
so hard to explain.
depression isn't a stage
or a faze some kids go through
it shatters you...
i saw it all. 
she cried silent in her bed,
blood stains covered her favorite jeans,
her every shirt,
long sleeve ofcourse...
she suffered through it all with few people to call friend
and more to call enemy
even more to say where quite dissappointed....
FAT
her first name in school,
not started by a bully
or a mean rival,
but by her sister, 
and it echoed through her soul,
repeating in her mind... over and over again,
like the ripples of still water
when a pebble is dropped
flash frozen in time
repeating,
over and over again...
It was the first name they gave her,
millions where created over the years,
some unique
some repeating again, just as the first had..
gothic they called her,
emo, fat, ugly....worse things.
but in her mind, things where worse.
everything was repeating,
over and over again,
finally she believed it. 
she asked for help, from everyone
tried to explain to parents she wasnt well,
got called a psycho for asking to see a theripist,
not from a teacher,
not from a class mate,
but from her own father, who wouldn't, couldn't,
believe there could possibly be a thing wrong....
finally, crying, she confessed her bloody secret to a teacher.
rather then giving her time,
she is sent back to class crying her eyes out, as if she wherent going through enough...
she is sent to the principals office a few minutes later, after breaking down in class...
the princlipal says she needs help,
sends her and her dad for a risk evaluation,
her dads crying as she shows him her cuts...
they walk into a hospital room, 
it smells of chemicals and hand sanitizer,
the lady at the desk gives her a smile.
then she goes into a room with a lady,
her cheeks are sunken in and shes wearing way too much makeup,
the girl is gaging on her perfume,
and she looks really intimidating....
her dark brown hair looks dead and flat
even though its a bit wavy, 
and she wears somewhat of a mocking frown.
asks her all these questions,
is mommy beating her?
no
is daddy raping her?
no
is she doing drugs?
not alot
is anyone beating her?
pass...
did anyone molest her? 
pass....
oxcarbezapine, trazadone, citalipran, clinazapam, colonipan,
valium, lithium, more.......
and thats what they gave her,
more... 
some numbed the pain
some brought it out
tearing through her organs,
she became an addict by the time she was fourteen....
over dose after over dose
some for pleasure
some for pain,
gashes on her legs getting deeper,
this time she didnt tell a soul,
not even those she had come to call friends....
wakeup she screamed in her head over and over again
as she dropped weight like it was nothing....
you cant controll it she argued as things became worse. 
at age fourteen she attempted suicide,
she didnt quite succeed.
the medication took away her aappitite....
she liked it
she hated her body
hated herself
felt out of controll
found a new way to cope
as she shoved tooth brush after toothbrush down her throat
to keep her body from nuitrients...
as she whent weeks and weeks spitting food into napkins and making excuses 
I ate at my friends house....
spoken as a whisper
heard like a sentance
echoing in her mind over and over again,
along with that word, all the words,
FAT!!!!!!
ugy, anoying, stupid, fake, worthless, nothing...
one bite she would say
rocking back and forth
craving nothing but food
her body racked with hunger pain
one bite and there she was again
FAT!
over and over and over again
back to a toothbrush
this time she sees blood
she saw her ribs
she saw her bones,
it wasnt good enough,
she almost died, again....
choking on this deep dissappointment in herself,
gaging on everything they where pushing down her throat, 
their words, and their insults, their criticism.... their drugs
all shoved down her throat like candy
and just as she was was trained to do she swallowed despite the bad taste
or the hurt
or the fact that at the rate she was going she would be dead soon...
and you know why? 
because daddy yelled 
and couldnt accept what was happening
not because he wanted to hurt her
but because it hurt him,
and she let him believe,
because she could take the hurt if it meant he didnt have too.
because mommy didnt want to sit in her room all day
smoking weed
doing nothing,
practically having us raise ourselves,
she didnt mean to take anger, or frustration or hurt out on her daughter
she suffered everyday in her solitary confinement,
and from a young age she accepted her bedroom was the cage
 her mother had created for herself.
because sister didnt want to effect her the way she did
she was just frustrated
fed up with the way things where
scared, she needed someone to take her cruelty
and to help heal her pain...
because people in school
who where so cruel
had to have learned from somewhere
and she wasnt going to play into their games,
and they knew she was an easy target
because she would never attack someone so weak
and she accepted her suffering was a sacrafice
to help all these people....
to help her dad,
her mom,
her sister,
every person who was beaten abused or hurt
 and felt so weak at home they wanted to feel strong in the one safe place they had.
because depite the fact she had died inside,
and almost passed away on the out,
it was a saccrafice she was willing to make
so that no one else would have to feel that kind of pain,
and they all inflicted it and broke her down'untill there was nothing left but a shell
of somthing that could have been
and never had the chance
and why? 
because she would take it and wouldnt strike back,
because sometimes "just taking it"
isnt so much about the weakness not to do anything
but about the strangth not to hurt others the way they hurt you...


Details | List | |

FACTORY FARM

WARM
SAFE
GROWING
BORN
SHOCK
FEAR
PANIC
MOTHER?
DARK
FEAR
PANIC
PAIN
LAMB
PIG
COW
BORN
TAKEN
TO THE FACTORY
TO THE SLAUGHTER
TO THE TABLE
INTO THE GREEDY MOUTHS
GOODBYE LAMBS, PIGS AND COWS


Details | Free verse | |

GROUND ZERO

GROUND ZERO Today as I stand here, With your name engraved not just on stone But in the hearts of millions who thank you For not letting them cry, I feel proud that it was you… We wish you were here, There’s not a day we don’t think of you. There’s not a minute we don’t miss you. But we’re glad you ran into death So that a thousand others could walk into life. It was not your duty, You weren’t meant to be there, But you took it up, Did what you had to do As a citizen of the global world. The little ones will never know What a wonderful person you were. But they’ll always know that You were a hero… How you died for the greater good… Tears, grief, pride, longing - a blend of everything. Its been ten years, ten long years But the memory’s still fresh and cutting. It still hurts to know That you could be here had you stayed back. But you didn’t and that’s made you a hero. You ran straight into it While a thousand others were running away. Your death is history…. Millions died with you But you stand out ‘coz you made your choice. As I stand here, I know that a decade ago, today You were here somewhere, Running into a cloud of dust and ashes Searching for the smallest sign of movement To bring them back to life. Somewhere between the despair and hope You forgot to breathe… I pray every day that History would rewind itself Back to that fateful September morning, Not because I want to hold you back… But because I want to come with you… It would have made a difference. I know it would have… I know you’re with me In my dreams, in my daily life Laughing at my blunders, Guiding me through hardships. My guardian angel… On this September morning, Not exactly the same as before, Here I am telling the world That my twin brother died Saving the victims of 9/11.


Details | Ballad | |

the last good-bye

Disregard September’s lasting day, its simplicity long foretold, 
As the sound of summer has past us by, into the crisp and radiant fall;
Come hold this mirror to a ray of light, and pass the moment on,     
When in the hint of a calming breeze, is held the lost good-bye

Forever leaves of a brighter shade have fallen from there boughs,
While overhead October waits to softly steal by; 
For opportunities are gone to soon, and change as mornings past 
Like the worth of days, trapped in that sweet good-bye 

Man senses November and its desolate hours in a fog of its own regret,
When the sun could not cool the night, nor the moon give warmth to day;
We are caught in the measure of simple words, tied to hope and wonder
That speaks of a last good-bye

Wrapped tight in the cold of December, bound to the rhythm of life,
Gone to solitudes isolation and the sadness of that forgotten farewell,
Sacrificed to the wind that winter holds, bound to a memory past
Intent to hear of our last good-bye


Details | Classicism | |

Flight of Fall

As I lay one sullen autumn morn
on pearl dew turf with the day unborn
staring at the grey grimacing sky
with the mood and moment not quite high
sepulchral static wherever I looked
when my dreary dizzy gaze was hooked
at a lone leaf's death-descent down
to join its wilted kin on ground
then a sudden silent slithering breeze
deprived me of my warmth and ease
and the disturbed withered shroud of Fall
hustled revived in a rustling brawl
hurled and curled in the fading mist
till the whispering winds chose to desist
but Nature lies dead once again
until the wind resumes,retrieves restrain
and I know this flight of life is brief
for I'm none other than a fallen leaf.


Details | Villanelle | |

Funeral

His family pretended not to cry 
But both his sisters had no heart to spare; 
They said they loved him, yet it was a lie. 

The blazing sun one summer day drew nigh; 
Its orange radiance it could not share. 
His family pretended not to cry. 

There was a man in hell beneath that sky-- 
Discerning now that care, like warmth, was rare. 
They said they loved him, yet it was a lie. 

All that his soul could utter was a sigh; 
The shattered saints in Heaven said Lord's Prayer. 
His family pretended not to cry. 

Like sunlight, his disease bore down to dry 
Emotions spent without concern or care. 
They said they loved him, yet it was a lie. 

Upon the desert ground he lay to die-- 
Addiction was much more than he could bear. 
His family pretended not to cry; 
They said they loved him, yet it was a lie.


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 | Narrative | |

My Legacy

My ancestors came here long ago
Tough and strong not weak
But somewhere down along the line
Something went terribly wrong
And now I have to sit here and deal with my legacy
Of not what I thought it would be
Not where I choose to be right now
The legacy that’s me.

I can’t escape the past
The memories seem to last
Of the horrors of what has come before
The graveyard is the place
I can see it on my face 
My family’s legacy of suicide 
is haunting me.

My generational legacy
Is it going to kill me
Or will it just let sleeping dogs lie 
And allow me to exist
Will it allow me to just to see
The me that I am meant to be
To live beyond my years
To grow beyond the tears
To handle all my fears
To defy what could have been
My legacy.

(November 13, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved 


Details | Rhyme | |

May God Comfort You During Your Loss

May God Comfort You...


I'm sorry to hear about your loved one passing away.
I know that in heaven, you shall
be with him someday.

Life's adversities are at times hard to explain.
Sometimes, very quickly, 
circumstances can change.

I pray that through your loss, sorrow and pain.
You'll find comfort and joy in Jesus' name.

May his arms of tender
mercy and grace,
bring love to your heart and
a smile on your face.

May God's presence bring an
assurance to your soul,
knowing that God is with you no 
matter where you go.

Through all that's happened,  I pray you will find.
God's wonderful joy, his comfort
and a peace of mind.

On the stormy seas of life, 
with God, you shall prevail.
His promises and love for
you will never, never fail.

By Jim Pemberton 


Details | I do not know? | |

The Women



The Women



(for the countless women, names unknown, who bore the brunt of Apartheid, and who fought the racist system at great cost to themselves and their families, and for my mother, Zubeida Moolla)



Pregnant, your husband on the run,
your daughter, a child, a few years old,

they hauled you in, these brutish men,
into the bowels of Apartheid's racist hell.



They wanted information, you gave them nothing,
these savage men, who skin happened to be lighter,

and white was right in South Africa back then,

but, you did not cower, you stood resolute,

you, my mother, faced them down, their power,
their 'racial superiority', their taunts, their threats.



You, my mother, would not, could not break,

You stood firm, you stood tall.

You, like the countless mothers did not break, did not fall.



You told me many things, of the pains, the struggles,

the scraping for scraps, the desolation of separation
from your beloved Tasneem and your beloved Azad,

my elder sister and brother, whom I could not grow
up with, your beloved children separated by time, by place,

by monstrous Apartheid, by brutish men,
whose skin just happened to be lighter.



You told me many things, as I grew older,
of the years in exile, of the winters that grew ever colder.

You were a fighter, for a just cause,
like countless other South African women,

you sacrificed much, you suffered the pangs,
of memories that cut into your bone, your marrow,

you resisted a system, an ideology, brutal and callous and narrow.



Yes, you lived to see freedom arrive, yet you suffered still,
a family torn apart, and struggling to rebuild a life,

all the while, nursing a void, that nothing could ever fill.



I salute you, mother, as I salute the nameless mothers,

the countless sisters, daughters, women of this land,
who fought, sacrificing it all for taking a moral stand.



I salute you, my mother, and though you have passed,
your body interred in your beloved South African soil,

you shall remain, within me, an ever-present reminder,

of the cost of freedom, the struggles, the hunger, the toil.


I salute you!



(for the brave women of South Africa, of all colours,
who fought against racial discrimination and Apartheid)






Details | Rhyme | |

In the Meadow

In the Meadow, I hear a POP!
Drip Drop , Drip Drop!
I can't seem to hear the Clip, Clop!
So off I run with a little Hip-Hop!


In the Meadow, I hear a POP!
Drip Drop, Drip Drop!
As I near, my Heartbeat gives a Stop!
My Stomach does the tightest Flip-Flop!

In the Meadow, I hear a POP!
Drip Drop, Drip Drop!
I howl on seeing the Butcher's Shop!
Onto the Meadow grass, I Slip-Slop!

To Witness the Unbearable Chop!
Blood of my Horse, Drip Drop!


Details | Ballad | |

Antigone

I am the face of misery
My life, a dissonance of autumn and spring,
The years are written in the same
Lugubrious, nostalgic grey
How can it be the author to blame?
I cannot scream this all away…
Burn nor Bleed this all away…
To Death I am Ordained

Lacuna ever growing
With Velvet sheets of life flowing
Aeons apart of my "royalty"
Under the mask the cannot see...
Can you dispel this tragedy:
Antigone - Epiphany failing

If it must be…
Then just kill me,
(Antigone) sing me out of reality;
I wear this dissonant crown of shame
(Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain
I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane
(Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame
The sordid child of Thebes,
This is me,
Antigone

No words of hope
No words of hate
Do I have Lenore to send to me:
The sordid child of Thebes
Caught In the longest nightmare
life - the slowest way to die

I know this is my life 
But I'm not under control
under the mask the will see
Just Another Human

If it must be…
Then just kill me,
(Antigone) sing me out of reality;
I wear this dissonant crown of shame
(Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain
I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane
(Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame
The sordid child of Thebes,
This is me,
Antigone

If it must be…
Then just kill me,
(Antigone) sing me out of reality;
I wear this dissonant crown of shame
(Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain
I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane
(Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame
The sordid child of Thebes,
This is me,
Antigone

Can you dispel my life; this tragedy?
Can you control the storm in my mind?
I'm asking you: can you rid me
Of The Curse of Antigone?


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 | Than-Bauk | |

Dressed Blues

<                                                 he took the fall
                                                   dressed blues call now
                                                   hearts wall skips beat

 

Written by Katherine Stella 8/7/11



A Than-Bauk, conventionally a witty saying or epigram, is a three line "climbing rhyme" poem of Burmese origin. Each line has four syllables. 

The rhyme is on the fourth syllable of the first line, the third syllable of the second line, and the second syllable of the third line. 

Tribute To U.S Marine Corps
Hu RAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH


Details | Ballad | |

If Only I Had Known

If only I had known I’d never hear your voice again
Or hear you whisper sweetly in my ear 
I’d memorise each word of love you ever said to me
So when I'm all alone, your voice I’ll hear

If only I had known it was the last time I would see
The man I love with all my heart and soul
I would have held on tighter and kept you close to me
And never would have ever let you go

If only I had known it was my last night in your arms
That I would never wake with you again
I’d pray for God to hide the sun and let you stay with me
And pray for night time always to remain

If only I had known you would be taken from my life
Be left with only memories and tears
I’d cherish every second, every minute spent with you
To keep them in my heart through all the years 

If only I had known that you were leaving me behind 
So many things I never got to say
To tell you what it meant for me to have you in my life
Steal one more kiss before you went away

You were my love my heart my soul, the reason that I breathe
And now you are my Angel up above
Please listen, and hear me when I say a prayer for you
The only man I know I’ll ever love ...


Details | Epitaph | |

No Justice

He was just a simple man
An uncle, a son, a brother
Too soon was his untimely death
Just a year after his mother's

Just a simple man indeed
Another so-called "minority"
His death wasn't important enough
Not the cop's priority

The officer assumed it accidental
Without following procedure
It must have been too much to ask
To take him from his leisure

No news or press of his tragic death
This simple man was worth no mention
Perhaps if his skin were lighter in shade
The media might have paid attention

And so his killer keeps his freedom
Escaping man's judgment and retribution
While his family mourns his loss
Without justice or restitution

Who will be held accountable?
Who will make amends?
Will there be Earthly justice
For his family and friends?

In memory of my uncle, Troy Laracuente. 


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 | Villanelle | |

Road Sixteen Hundred ( Alexandrine Villanelle)

With no idea none at all of what to do,
were sixteen hundred soldiers counted newly dead.
Ask sixteen hundred Pennsylvania Avenue,

How many more to muster, murder; though untrue
the reasons given?  Gone where angels fear to tread,
with no idea none at all of what to do.

Unconcerned for what is lost or even who…
just "Collateral Damage"... that is what they said
at sixteen hundred Pennsylvania Avenue.

From hollow oath the young men follow through
as "Cannon Fodder"… aren't they "lives" instead,
with no idea none at all of what to do,

What loss of value, freedom.  Dressed Red, White, and Blue
now shades of ghostly grey except where they have bled,
Tell sixteen hundred Pennsylvania avenue.

We waited as if deaf and blind to what we knew,  
Now sixteen hundred to untimely death have sped
with no idea none at all of what to do.
Tell sixteen hundred Pennsylvania avenue.


Details | Epitaph | |

Silly Epitaph 17

Johnny was a baker
He made great cakes and pies.
Too bad he left the oven on;
He caught on fire and died.


Details | Rhyme | |

Mercy

While standing in the open door
Seeing she couldn't eat anymore
I watched sadly as there she sat
Hands calmly folded and laid in her lap
I could see she had become so weak
And desperately only wanting to sleep
The beautiful black hair that was so long
Tis just a memory now. It's all gone.
Although she tries hard not to let it show
She's in pain and she knows that I know
There's no longer a reason to pretend
We both know it''s so very near the end
She looks at me with searching eyes
And so quickly it came as no surprise
There by her side I roll her a joint
Political issues here have no point
With a deep breath in to comfort and ease
The dawning of her death with dignity
As she exhales slowly she begins to smile
Grateful eyes stare back at  me all the while
After a time as I see her fade into sleep
And tuck her in gently and begin to weep
As I place the marijuana back on the shelf
I wipe my flowing tears and think to myself
While she now rests so quiet and at peace
Death eludes her today but Mercy at least

Although not entered this poem was inspired by the Medicinal Marijuana contest.  I think its pretty clear where I stand.

Copyright © by Scarlett Sepulvado Anderson

Anthology: Sunflowers and Seashells
(will be available at Barnes & Noble & Amazon.com)
Publisher: Eber & Wein Publishing
597 S. Main St. Shewsbury, PA 17361


Details | Free verse | |

To my daughters

To my girls
I want you to know
That I see you
As equals on every level
Not just my daughters
My little pink princesses
I see you as young women
Powers within this world
With oceans to offer
A lifetime still to learn.

Live your lives
As though I was still with you
Be free and fearless
For you can see
Life is so short
Take all opportunities
And shape them to your dreams
You have all the tools
And I will be watching over you
Be good to one another
There are only two of you
The strength between sisters
Is a bond for life.

Your analytic minds
Will help you make good decisions
Fair and just rewards will ensue.
Your radiating hearts
Will gift you many friendships
Maybe special love
All in good time.

You will never be alone
For you have a deep sense of self
This will be fortified
With my passing
Your feet firmly planted
Will serve you well
Balancing the ups and downs
because that's how life is.
Always be true to yourself
Life will be true to you too.
Do not mourn my death
I am not going far away.

My illness has progressed
My time is nigh
There is a greater plan
One we cannot see
But we have had a great life
As mother and daughters
Our journeys together
live on in our memories.

My loves
I will hold you safe
In my heart
Now and forever
I will always be with you.


Details | Ballad | |

Please Give Him Back To Me

I just don’t want to be alone
I don’t want to be free
I cannot be without you
But all that’s left is me
I lie here in the darkness
I scream, I shout, I cry
But no one seems to hear me
As I pray, I pray to die
There is no daylight in my world
No sun, no moon, no glow
No smiles or laughter; only tears
Just tears, sad tears that flow
I put my hands together 
I pray to God above
To take me from this lonely place 
And to the man I love
But in the deafening silence
I know I face defeat
I know I'm still alone, because
My broken heart still beats
He took you from my loving arms
And walked you through His door
You belong to Him now
You belong to me no more
I know I live on borrowed time
I know it won’t be long
Before I'm in your arms again
The place where I belong
And I will keep on praying
Until he hears my plea
To take me through the gates of Heaven 
And give you back to me...


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 | Terza Rima | |

The Past

A migration to escape the past,
Just a mother and her son
Together on a journey that won’t last.

Coming to America, they thought they’d won,
For twelve years the start of a new life
Through sweat and struggle, overcoming the transition.

A mother soon to be a new wife
Contracted a disease so deadly,
She had to undergo the knife.

Leaving her son with a mournful melody
As she ascended that one lonely October morning,
Overwhelmed with bittersweet tears, so sad yet so heavenly.


Details | Cinquain | |

Young Girls Pain

Love
Deceitful, wicked
Weeping, cringing, loathing
Things children shouldn’t feel
Hate
 
Intimacy
Repulsive, severe
Struggling, bleeding, collapsing
My pain continues unheard
Father
 
Hope
Abandoned, faulty
Hiding, listening, praying
Life is my suffering
Justice
 
Purpose
Forbidden, fruitless
Reeling, clutching, grinning
The agony has ended
Redemption

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Details | Limerick | |

The young man from Dover

There was a young man lived in Dover
And he was the son of a rover
He fell into the sea
Cause clumsy was he
A shark came and it was all over.


Details | Lyric | |

No Good Morning Sunshine

I lie awake thinking of the agony of it all. 
A hold ripped into my heart. 
The pain of loss and what might have been. 
How can there be life without life.

My stomach rots with pain. 
Love lost because of honor before desire.
Oh God, what is to become of me now.

I fear not death! 
I have already died a death worse than death. 
In death the pain of life comes to it's end.

Then what is this death with pain. 
A death knowing there will be no,
Good Morning Sunshine...

Edward J Ebbs - Summer 2006


Details | Elegy | |

GREAT UNCLE ALBERT

In Arras field he watched that day
A flash of light against the grey,
High explosives whistled all around
And fallen thousands filled the ground.
Kentish man against the wall,
He had defended to the last;
A fleeting life--
So briefly did it pass.

One of the Lost generation  of World War ONE 1918


Details | Rhyme | |

Time to Go in loving memory of my mother

My mom was a strong woman, and stubborn too,
Yet she had a soft side, between me and you.
That side she would show, when you least expected,
But let me tell you, she was well respected.

Mom was quite unique, and was one of a kind,
She was set in her ways, so keep that in mind.
The youngest of nine, she had gotten her way,
Spoiled by her siblings’, almost every day.

Right out of high school, she had married my dad,
Blessed with three children, plus fifty years they had.
They both were hard workers, in all that they did,
My dad taught himself, from when he was a kid.

My mom was a smoker, for forty-six years,
Some day it would happen, she’d face all her fears.
Lung cancer she had, and inoperable too,
Her time on this earth, would be shortened we knew.

Radiation and Chemo, had done their thing,
Remission set in, tears of joy it did bring.
We would go out at night, to shop and to talk,
I knew she enjoyed, getting out for a walk.

Two years had gone by, after Thanksgiving Day,
Her pain had returned, but was afraid to say.
She’d lie on the couch; it was strength she did lack,
We knew in our hearts, that the cancer came back.

We shared lots of laughter, but many a tear,
I tried to assure her, she’d nothing to fear.
“Please watch over your dad, this one thing I ask.”
“I know it will be, quite a difficult task.”

One morning in March, Hospice called us to say,
You may want to come, for she’s slipping away.
For the night before, mom told me to stay home,
“Be there for your kids, you can call me by phone.”

When we all arrived, for a moment she woke,
Her eyes said it all, not a word had she spoke.
We stayed by her bedside, just holding her hand,
“It’s time to let go mom, we all understand”.

A few days had passed, not ready to let go,
For it had been raining, but letting up slow.
The sun began shining, the clouds disappeared,
Opening the heavens, for mom’s time has neared.

We gathered together, her forehead we kissed,
Whispering so softly, how much she’d be missed.
“Your time has arrived mom, just follow the light”,
She left us so peaceful, she gave up her fight.

It was time to drive home, in the car we got,
Then something had happened, while leaving the lot.
Huge drops of rain falling, it had to be fate.
They were tears of joy; she was at heaven’s gate.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Somebody's Baby

Somebody’s Baby, lie still 
Embalmed in pure white cotton, 
Cocooned securely, like the babe in arms 
within the shroud. 
Seraphim cavort no more upon a form  
once touched with shades of youthful innocence.

Somebody’s Baby, be sure.
Your time for dreams now spent,
No future beckons only time captured frame by frame,
Frozen in vulgar technicolor;
Close Up; Explicit, depicting genre yet unclassified;
The epic over exposed.
 
Somebody's Baby, be silent.
Grey and gnarled  imposter in the cot
Metamorphosis contrives a landscape dry and gnarled.
No more seductress of tender ministry;
Solitary, silently; endures the travesty
Of human demise.


Details | I do not know? | |

CREEP

Stretching outwards,
  knees,
stretched tight;
  The wind beneath you,
  as you journey through this flight...

Soaring downward,
   releasing the free;
Moment suspended,
        only,
for you to see...

Shaking off the water,
   in the cold winter night;
  Floating, unnoticed;
As you focus upon the light...

    The treasure of not knowing,
the anticipation, of no belief;
   Slowly, through the darkness,
     you creep...

Note: This piece has had 310 reads, yet only 2 comments. can anyone tell me why?


Details | Rhyme | |

The Unmarked Grave


The myriads of unmarked graves in the cemetery
Presenting miserable image of human heartlessness
Uncared and unsung by near, dear all and sundry
Forsaken and abandoned, victim of unkindness

Which one of them holds my mother’s remains?
My angel, my lover, a philosopher, a friend
A melancholy child riding rough terrains
I for whom her eyes incessantly rained 

I turned into a pauper with treasure of love  gone
A symbol of despair with goals unclear 
Relentless caravan of time said move on
And move I did trembling with fear

The nature held me by hand and catapulted in the air
The voyage of loneliness was hard to endure
Groping and fighting I reached where eagles dare
With anguish and pain and lost valor

 The shower of Blessings and silvery rains of grace
Hoisted the flag of my fame and glory
Winning goals after goals in the formidable race
Life writing an enchanting story

Yet my eyes with tears blurred and hazed
My spirit weeps, my soul cries
I pray on all unmarked graves with my hands raised
Surely in one of them my mother lies



(My mother Begum Najmunnesa was laid to rest in an un-marked grave in Azimpura, Dhaka, Bangladesh. I am that unworthy son who is unable to identify her grave and visit the country to offer prayers)


Details | Free verse | |

Tell Me Why

Why?
Why?
Why?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-10/5/2013


Details | Light Poetry | |

Poetic PRESCRIPTION:

                               NO REFILLS---Dr. P. Soupenstein
                               Rx *7563287      BEC 11/11/11      
Seems to me,
what you need 
for healing this condition...
is something real
you can feel
to ease this mean affliction

Patient please
accept from me
this poetry prescription:

      ( <_____PUSH & TURN_____> )

Take ONE positive poem
Read ORALLY 2 times BY MOUTH -----
Every 4-6 HOURS AS NEEDED for the pain 

Blues and belly aches will dissipate
resulting in healthy energy gains 

                  WARNING!!!
-Alcohol may intensify the effect of being drowsy 
attempting to read while operating machines... 
will cause you to drive lousy.


Details | Quatrain | |

A Mother's Son......For Dustin Cunningham

A smile that warms her heart.
 With bright, shining Angel eyes.
Soon his whole world would fall apart.
 When he sadly watched as his Mother dies.

No one to listen or believe what he saw.
 For years the truth lie in wait.
Each passing day, the pain made him raw.
 And for his step-dad rose a new level of hate.

A troubled youth is what he'd come to be.
 Violence, drugs and alcohol to deal with the pain.
When the truth came out it didn't set him free.
 Watching for Santa as his Mother was slain.

After years, Justice was served for his Mother's death.
 But her kids would have no justice at all.
They would never hold her again so they remained bereft.
 She'll never be there for them to hug, kiss or call.

She loved her kids, especially her eldest son.
 She was taken too soon by a drunk, selfish bully.
He didn't care who he hurt or what he did to anyone.
 Its not something her children could understand fully.

Her son now sits in his own personal Hell.
 Taken away from society to pay for his unrelated crimes.
So now he stays in that six by six prison cell.
 Hoping that he'll heal in a matter of time.

I'm here for him and I remain his friend.
 I wait for that shine to return to his now haunted eyes.
For that smile to brighten from his sad, dull grin.
 I'm someone who can love him and quiet his cries.


Details | Haiku | |

To Lose Someone You Love

To lose someone you love....
Its like trying to live violently among the peaceful people who are dying 
To lose someone you love....
Its like Im living in lies with laughter and happiness while Im truthfully sitting in anger and pain while crying
 Im grounded in shame yet Im still airborn with death together we flying 
Its hurts when one dies past groundshaken proximity under the hate but sent with earthshattering love above
 where we live to die yet we are born to survive where we bred to learn to get past all the ones we have lost with hate because ITS REALLY HURTS TO LOSE SOMEONE YOU LOVE.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Witnesses To Sinners



I can't hear the words as they come from my mouth
I can't hear the screams as they work their way out
As I write all is seen is a blur and blank moment and
Once recovered sensed the words were written,not 
Even a look to see what was written only to know it
Was there.Sleepless night,taunt  filled faces horde my
Dreams.Have this made me fall so low no longer am I
Am I able to stand on my own to feet.How many times 
Will you make me cry before claiming only to being a 
Witness in a crime,your crime. Putting on that face
Working the crowds with amazing easily,how I hate you
Yes all the thing I think about revolve around you.
How many times have I witness myself wound my self
With your blade? As though under a spell doing as order
Without a cry to the world what made me so diligent ?
But no longer can you be a witness,No longer can I be 
A witness to these crimes that been committed.Be us both
Sinners be us both lovers be that we both be cursed 
We shall witness our sins become whole and the love in
Which we share spread further and further like the flames 
Of hades. May there be peace for sinners in the next world.
We are both witnesses and at the same time 
We are both sinners one day to become consumed by our
Own darkness how far will we fall until that moment comes?
May we be good may we be bad may we fall may we live may 
May we die or carry on we are the Witnesses We are the Sinners
To this world and the next.


Details | Epic | |

Late Night New

Sitting in a chair and watching a movie I get a phone call,
She's dead, my little sister tells me, and I drop the ball.
you are really gone, I can't believe how this can happen,
You didn't have to go, I wish I could of dropped in. 

Hearing and seeing all the tears that are being poured out for you is very sad,
This day will be remembered in yours and you two little angels forever and that's not bad. 
Not being able to see you any more will be hard but ill think of something to occupy my self,
But till than tho, shine bright for our God and save me a crown a big shelf.


Dedication to: Alina Bukhanstova and her two little angels. 

PS: R.I.P, you will be missed.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Only Way I Can See

 All these tears that you can see, 
 From what you have been doing to me .
   The crying out in the middle of the night ,
 Of my thoughts of you that just aren't right .
   Despair and sadness I feel each day,
 Just can't seem to make them go way.
   I wonder why I live with so much strife,
What will it be that will change my life.
   My dreams of all that once was good, 
 Everything back then I easily understood.
   So much sadness and endless misery.
 I guess that is all that is left for me .
   Comptiplating my only way out,
 Would be so wrong no doubt.
   If it's the only way for me to be free,
 Then  that would have be the only way for me .
   Sorry if you just can't understand ,
 Exactly what has happened to this man.
   Once I was so proud to be alive,
 Now I only wish that I would die,
   If you carried the pain that I do ,
 I'm sure this path would be the same for you.

TAC


Details | Rhyme | |

Flood

Waters rise, engulf the land and other ruses
we devise to block their flow, to stem the tides.
Anxious, we are left to ride the waves
on fragile barques bereft of sails.
Such flimsy arks (mere barrel staves
and baling wire) float up the sides
of great sea-risers, like defiant snails
awash in slime. In time, seabrine looses
collective holds on congealed excuses
and in salt solution we dissolve.
To silver fishes we soon devolve
while worlds and stars, giants and dwarfs,
fade from mind like boats from wharfs.
And when to darker depths we dive,
will fishes miss us? Shall we survive
apart from sky, from air, from dry?
When at last we gasp and die
will crabs cavort? Can fishes cry?


Details | Double Dactyl | |

life

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


Details | Epitaph | |

That's Chuck, He's my Friend

What's that in your hand?. Let me see.. He said.
It's a picture; that`s Chuck; he is my friend... I said.
You pick your friends kinda young, don't you?... He said.
No, that was a long time ago. We were in college... I said.
I'd like to hear more about your pal Chuck... He said.

Okay... I met Chuck in New Paltz in `74... I said.
Oh, that's the pot smoking college, isn't it... He said.
Don't generalize, everyone's not the same... I said.
You're right. So tell me some more about Chuck... He said.
Okay, so you want the short version, or long one ... I said.
Whatever you like, I have plenty of time ... He said.

Well, this guy Chuck approaches me; he looks perplexed... I said.
So what was his issue. Why that look on his face... He said.
Chuck tells me "No one will stay with me in the room."... I said.
How odd is that? That doesn't make sense... He said.
You and I swing one way, Chuck swings the other. ... I said.
Now I see what the problem was; What did you do?... He said.
What do you think ? That doesn't bother me.... I said.

Hey, you want to hear a funny story? It's a side splitter... I said.
I've got time. I could use a good laugh right about now... He said.
Chuck had a 53 Schwinn bicycle, all chrome, red and white... I said.
You've got to be kidding me. I haven't seen one in years.... He said.
I'd hop on back. We`d go to town and chug down a few together... I said.
That's not funny. Where's the punchline? So what happened?... He said.
Well, one day Chuck failed a test and got super pissed off.... I said.
That's not funny either. You've got to do better than that.... He said.
He yanked on the handlebar so hard, he busted it clean in half... I said.
Wow ! Did they have "Funniest Home Videos" back then?... He said.

That's not all. We had so much fun together. There's more... I said.
Don't keep me in suspense. Lay it on me..... He said
There was this girl; unique with a special attribute.... I said.
What was so special? Three breasts instead of two?... He said.
No joke, her name was Madam Clittora! Enough said... I said.
I can't believe that. You gonna leave me hanging?... He said.

Anyway, shortly after that, I graduated. Chuck was younger.... I said.
So what happened to Chuck? Good friends keep in touch... He said.
We saw him two years later. We visited With his family, was nice... I said.
Ever see them again? You shouldn't desert a friend.... He said. 
You're right. But things don't always pan out... I said.
So what does that mean? You both seemed quite close.... He said.

I was married at the time with a lot of responsibilities... I said.
So that's no excuse. You should've kept in touch... He said.
After that, I didn't. Time changes things. Wasn't intentional.... I said.
So is there more to this story? There's got to be more... He said.
Oh, there is. Time moves on. 35 years later... I said.

It's 2010 and out of the blue, I think of my old pal Chuck... I said.
So you didn't forget him after all, but almost... He said.
It's a gamble, Chuck Drzal was in the phonebook; I called... I said.
Good for you. You took a chance, renewed a friendship... He said.
You're right. Just like old times. `74 again. What a feeling... I said.
So what happened next. Tell me quick, can't wait... He said.

We talked off and on, old times and new things; it was good... I said.
So it sounds like things are really working out for you guys... He said.
We saw Chuck, in the summertime; looked good for 52... I said.
Hey that's great news; Is there more to the story?... He said.

A little more... His friend died the day after we saw him... I said.
Oh, bummer. Sorry to hear that. How`s Chuck now?... He said.
Called him in November. His diamond ring was stolen... I said.
Wow ! That's a real downer. Did they catch the bastard?... He said
No !... I said.

There's got to be more than that. Call him since then?... He said..
Yeah... but... I called twice... he never answered the phone... I said.
Well, I hope you find out how he is doing?... He said.
I did. Saw his obit a few days ago. He died November 17th... I said.
 
 He looked at me. A tear rolled down his cheek... He said nothing..
I looked at him. Couldn't speak, all choked up.... I said nothing.
He looked at me. Gave me a hug, turned and walked away.
I yelled to the universe... "That's Chuck, he's my friend!"


Details | Rhyme | |

Dialogue of Souls


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

 

   Copyright © 2013


Details | Rhyme | |

PAIN- The Destiny of Man

Pain, excruciating pain
Gripping spine, disabling 
Till vigor and strength drain
 Prayers you chant and Hymns sing

Hospital, Doctors, MRI’s and X-rays
Cash, Debit Cards, depleting bank account
Money vanishes, but pain stays
Nothing could misery surmount

 Calves stiff, nerves sore
Walking with stick, still in pain
Whoever said, whoever swore
“Pleasure and pain are links of a chain”

Sad poems, heart-wrenching news
Failed love, desertions, betrayals
Pain intrudes with or without excuse
No distinction in paupers and royals

Pain is the destiny of man
It is a heartache or pain in spine
Man's birth is through pain and death from pain
Gripping like fog the life's sunshine 

You wish and pray it goes
It cures, soothes nor heals
With time it grows and grows
Till death your life steals




Details | I do not know? | |

Twisted

They had his life story twisted as he plotted his death in advance
outsmarting his enemies evading cops and *****es
People hated him they wanted him dead
They said that he was good for nothing
Humiliated him showed him as a negative image in the public trying to
take him down
Telling the viewers he is nothing but a thug and a negative role model to
the children
But that’s what racist people do they care less about a nigga that trying to
make a change and get out the gang life
He was a poet, a rapper and a political leader in many of his fans' eyes
Always encouraging them to hold on and stay strong things will get better
and tomorrow will be a better day
He was a motivator speaker always helping the poor and the hood
He wasn’t afraid to claim where he came from
He wasn’t afraid to speak his mind when things weren’t right
A lyrical genius that had his enemies spook and fans confuse
A lot of rap stars were envy of him because they weren’t as real and
talented as him
So they started riots and destroyed his sense of humor tried to drive his
fans away from him
They wanted him to fall
And his life couldn’t get any worser when he was shot five times in
Manhattan by two armed men
On his way to the studio not knowing he was going to get shot
He was set up by a snake that acted like he was his homie
I guess his rapping buddy didn’t know what hit him
Because he had to take the blame while the true phony set in the
background and orchestra the hit
  
And the one who did it is still living repping bad boy records signing
people and then sacrificing them just to rank higher and get up to the
highest club
It’s a shame how can you still hold your guilt for so long for almost killing
your own kind
You’re still being controlled by a white man you didn’t even shed a tear
when your homie die instead you celebrated
Because you knew on the business side you were going to blow up
You’re a cold hearted person and the only thing you care about is money
and fame
Selling your soul and going through gay rituals just for money man you
gotta be mess up
And my guy was marked for death because he wouldn’t **** Quincy Jones
in the ass
So what is the music industry all about?
Do you really have to sell your soul and do gay things or sex orgy in order
to get what you want which is money and fame
Man ya got it all twisted because I thought that you rise to the top
because of your talent
Not doing insane things like changing your religious and worshipping the
devil or sending many of your fans souls to hell doing blood sacrifices or
voodoo killing people
Man this game is dirty all the real people are either dead or gone
somewhere far hiding from the secret societies that’s trying to kill them
And now we’re stuck with these phony ungodly rappers on TV That sold
their soul and did crazy things to get where they are at
Now what type of example are these so call rappers to the children in my
community
They are nothing but puppets slaves that has to take orders from their boss
in order to sell records
What a shame but nobody will never be the greatest like Makaveli retire
from the rap game and still making millions
While people are selling their souls trying to make a million


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Rain and Wind

The wind blew events all over the place.
Intense emotions and it gave chase.
Lightning lighting to show us the sky.
People try to sleep and not cry.
Wisping by the wind keeps us awake.
The time trying to sleep the storms take.
Chills in everyone gives all shiver.
The clouds surrounded by moonlight is silver.
Heavenly prayers that the rain will stop.
The flood stopped a car the person in it was a cop.
People have seen such devastation.
The road that people made was week in creation.
Rivers near by was over flowing.
Trees that were there was not showing.
By the hour it claimed many.
My father woke up and did not see any.
Floating by was a boat.
Keeping people above water and a float.
My father kept a canoe.  
That some day we would use it, that he knew.
Time to paddle up and down the street.
The rain water kept getting on our seat.
It was so dark after the moon was behind the cloud.
Still the noise of thunder still covered the ears loud.
The smell of moist water never seem to go away.
My brothers seem to still sleep anyway.
My head was bobbing up and down.
I was so tired that I could not hear a sound.
The wind blew back and fourth.
It seems that my mom and dad paddle their worth.
Till all the people we saw with grace.
Help us out with embrace.
The time was so late at night.
Everyone was so sleepy and losing sight.
The fight with the weather was so hectic.
The feelings of energy was electric.
Losing to such natural disaster is hard to understand.
When people working hard to block the river with bags of sand.
With hard workers like my mom and dad.
They make things happen that is not bad.
Rough with weather they experience more than ever.
Leaders they are they are very clever.
From the night light of street lights to the morning glow.
The wind did not stop so.
Bringing in more clouds that ill.
The people who were still tired still had will.
The rush of water and waves blasting push the wall side.
Pushing and the force brought water inside.
The battle of our hour was getting long.
Backup people came to aid us was strong.
Rested they were to keep everyone with hope.
The people stopped the water with the strength of rope.
Heavy rain and loss of homes bring people together.
It is kind of sad that this was the only time to gather.
Chaos comes happiness how true.
This is why we are human that gives us a clue.
It is our nature to keep rain falling.
To know when it is time for our calling.
The winds bring such pain and sorrow.
That is why rain sometimes fallow.








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 | Acrostic | |

Wish

Whispering heartache unfolds in torture
Incisions decorate the outside of you
See the river of lost hope unfold in a pond of red
How many will know you are dead


Details | Tail-rhyme | |

A Fable Of Death, To The Boy Named Harp.

Here, is a boy that wandered astray,
He went for a walk and got lost on the way,
He tried to find home, wherever that is,
He tried to find comfort that he could call his,
He walked through the woods and past the oak trees,
He followed the rivers and the warm summer breeze,
He came to a house that was rotting away,
He said to himself “Here’s where I’ll stay”.
He was going to sleep when he herd a dull scream,
He didn’t think much, he thought it was a dream.
He woke in the morning tied to the bed,
Before him was a man, who was sick in the head,
The man was curious as to what this boy was named,
When asked, “Harp” is the name the boy Claimed,
The man looked at Harp and quietly said, 
My name is Randal, and soon you’ll be dead,
Randal began to inflict horrible pain,
He watched this boy bleed and didn’t refrain.
After weeks of torture and equal unrest,
The boy named Harp made his final request,
He looked at the man that had tore him apart,
And said “Kill me please, and save my young heart.”
The man looked at Harp with tears in his eyes,
He said “sorry my boy. Now you shall die”,
After this man had ended Harp’s pain,
He left the boys corps to rot in the rain.
I guess in the end it was all meant to be,
For death was the way to make this boy see,
He was better off dead because now he cant feel,
Feel the pain he once wished wasn’t real.
He was just a boy with a loving heart,
The story of his life, the boy named Harp.


Details | Free verse | |

My Frozen Reflection, My Changed World

My tusks are sharp, like a warrior's spear.
I see clearly and only feel one thing, fear.
Frozen deep in this field of flattened glass,
I had to watch my unfulfilled dreams pass.
I have always known the snow covered land
that now morphs and changes behind my own,
Innocent eyes. But a weight of a stone, 
that can crush an entire army; then I remain alone.
I feel cold, my spirit sold,
lurking beyond me, rotten and old.
Out of reach, with so much to teach,
jerking to become free, begging for speech,
my young ones, my family shadows,
trapped behind a glacier of gallows,
The temporary apocalypse of merciless ice.
I wish I had warned them.

-Caroline Youngless


Details | Rhyme royal | |

As My Life Goes On

The past is gaining on me -There’s nowhere else to go.
I’m tired of running - Ready or not it’s time 2 face my foes
The ghosts The demons The skeletons The Scheme N
The lies - The deceit. I was young n dumb.  I kept it all discreet
But now I see. The joke’s on me.
Yet but 1 regret - Sleeping with the enemy.
My lust got me snared - 
Bewitched and bound in Jezebel’s lair 
Who will laugh last?  What will become of me?
Soon enough I’ll see As my life goes on...  
  
I’m not fishing for pity - just to set the record straight.
I stand a man on his own 2 - accountable for my mistakes. 
But all the drama… has taken its toll 
The trauma… has savaged my psychological 
To the point of no return? Highly probable- 
Only Heaven knows which way the wind will blow
Yet my lonely soul. Fights for a remedy 
“Lord Remember me“…..
At the resurrection…  but until then & as you can see  
Somehow my life goes on
				
What’s left 4 me 2 live 4...?  My baby’s gone…. 
Yet u say… “4 me you’ll pray, sorry 4 my lost…  
 I’m a be ok. God will keep me strong….
Time will heal the pain…  As my life goes on.
But you don’t know the half… Not the faintest clue…
Cache 22... Tell me how you do… how you made it through
I’ll be waiting on you As my life goes on.

As my life goes on.


But first peep this verse things get worse -
pay close attention
Dodge that hearse don’t die cursed 
take heed 2 Intuition’s premonitions
Before I Drifted -The Shadow shifted  
From the valley to my alley 
Death had orchestrated a premeditated grand finale 
To  my surprise It paid me a Visit
I was Bound - Mute  - Defenseless 
On my back looking up - I’m think N What the fuss!
I can’t breathe!  But I can’t leave!
How can this be!?
I thought the curse was lifted! 
At the congregation’s litigation
I took a plea - to avoid the maximum 
I  was surely face N
I rejoiced and gave praise with my hands lifted! 
I believed it - thought I received it!
But what went wrong that made me write this song -
About the events ahead that soon would come
When all was said and done 
The epitome of irony.  My hands were still lifted.

“Please don’t shoot me!” 
“You have the right to remain silent E T C.  
“What’s going on? Why am I here? 
What’s up with all the guns? 
Why are you arresting me?”

The flashing lights and 9mms, nosey neighbors, -the sirens
End of story - faded glory - slowly all went dim 
But it‘s been almost ten.  And as you can see… 
My life still goes on...


Details | Narrative | |

Physically and Mentally Abuse

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



Details | Quatrain | |

Moment of Madness

Vultures of doubt hover in my mind
Death beckons me
Live like a Stranger in my abode
Naught for me to live

Sparrows tweet around
On the soil beside me
Bend down, I sip water
Made muddy by rain

Came out of my walls
Tears flow down my eyes
Quench my parched throat
My hearts start beating

Feel light and tranquil
Sky is my home
Birds are my friends
Dogs line up to seek food

Push all away, I laugh aloud
My plate was empty a moment ago
Brimming with madness
My hands are full


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Resurrection

Secrets are not,
What they ought to be,
They often turn out,
For many to see,

When somewhere deep in the heart,
There is a lingering pain,
Yearning to express distant memories,
Yet need for constraint,

With the knowledge of Armageddon,
Approaching at hand,
Seek delivery from remorse,
Before the end, happen,

Desires to unwind history,
To all where it began,
Express, for relief from,
An unspoken apology, burden;

Expecting to lay in happiness,
When the dark shroud came,
And resurrect from sins,
Judgment and blame,

Yet completely unaware,
The good world’s forgiven,
Only fond remembrances retain,
In memory, “A jolly good person”…

World prays and wishes,
For the time that remains,
Will to re-live the good memories,
Forgetting the Pain.


Details | Lanterne | |

VIDUAGE

Tall
nettles-
the dutch hoe
rusting in the
shed.


Details | Free verse | |

The Empty Kleenex Box

I reach for another Kleenex.
The box sits empty on the shelf.
Have I really cried that many tears?
Has my life turned into a sad tale?
Have all the tissues floated down a river of lonely tears?

The time for crying has ended.
I will lift myself.
Poke out my head.
Had not the sun continued to shine in my absence?
My friends cried with me for a while.
A few of the tissues where crumpled in their hands.
Still I was not to be consoled.
What choice did they have but to leave?
In fact I was so sad I barely knew they were there.

So now I rise.
Lift my eyes to the sky.
Let a gentle breeze dry my face.
Smile with thanks for a new day.
For in the end
a river of tears and tissues is enough.

The Empty Kleenex box contest 
Sponsored by Craig Cornish

Still some entry spots left, join in the fun/sadness.



Details | I do not know? | |

THE RHYTHM OF LIFE

RHYTHM OF LIFE Good day to all the head in casket, Goodnight to the soul in silent, Hi,to my sometime to come friend. How I wish, we all can change our fate, But death will have no meaning But a sticky spade shade. Life, what a race, By sight we face, By height we attain, By age I different stage, Creating a leverage that we may not attain Before we are aged, Ending up our vision, Our mission in the ground cage. Nobody ever love to stop by, We all love to live forever, But death will never, Limited time is we the beholder. What do we call destiny and our fate? We all are in the world of common fate. One day,the writer and the reader, The beauty and the ugly, The leader and the follower, The right and wrong, The poor and the rich, The good and the bad, The cheap and the best, The gate man and the boss, The peddlers and the buyers, All will visit the yard for the cool headed, And never come back to share our experience. Life is our definition, Death is every ones meaning. Let us all dance, but dance for a while, The ground can’t wait, We are only living by chance, One day our time will expire. Life and death, Beginning and end. Please tell the Mr. and Mrs. position, Mr. and Mrs. power, Mr. and Mrs. decision, Mr. and Mrs. intention That nobody will live and will not leave, That he or she will no longer be referred to as IS, But by the word WAS. As we rest a man in peace, We also will be rest in peace, Sometimes by those we think we will rest in peace. Nobody is too young and small to live, Nobody is too small and too old to die. Death, the only prize for our deal, Life a race, death the fate.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Wound

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Terzanelle | |

Ashes, ashes, we all fall down Terzanelle question ku chaser

December’s cold wind starts to bite
festive are the lights all around
yet children are nowhere in sight

hurry come quick, what is that sound
a bell tolls but what is it for
festive are the lights all around

something evil came through the door
not in song, yet they all fall down
a bell tolls but what is it for

tragedy struck this little town
tiny children hold hands in fear
not in song, yet they all fall down

they can’t comprehend what they hear
school always was a place to play
tiny children hold hands in fear

many angels were born that day
December’s cold wind starts to bite
school always was a place to play
yet children are nowhere in sight

a church bell tolls
as a nation mourns
why did so many fall?


Details | Rhyme | |

Retirement Time

“a little time to give... a little time to live, time always means so much” Before I knew it, I could retire, everyone said it would be so great, Having nursed for 37 years I got full pension so I took the bait. The first few weeks I slept in and did things I never had time to do, Then I found those things got boring, the time no longer flew. First I did the self-help thing, got into exercise and joined a Gym, Started a new diet, lost 65 pounds, boy I actually looked slim. Got a new hair cut and colour, went out and bought new clothes, Thought I’d become a better human being, but then who knows. Signed up for a watercolour class to improve how I painted, This transformation somehow made me feel somewhat tainted. I expanded my horizon with broadway shows and art displays, Yet my retired life felt empty, I seemed to be wasting my days. So I sat down and thought about what it is that I truly love, What fulfills my soul - I had to give my brain a little shove. Returning to basics, at the bedside is where I want to be, I decided to volunteer at a hospice, palliative care is for me. Supporting dying people and their family, to be caring is all I want, Listening to their struggles and life’s stories always continues to haunt. Working at Day Hospice we provide support for the respite stay, In addition I visit patients at home, so the caregiver can get away. The touch of a hand, the warmth of a hug is so very little to give, These people have limited time, only a few days or hours to live. Often unsettled before the person dies, they need to tie up loose ends, So I do whatever is required, for the person who wants to make amends. If I can make a person’s last moments, ones that are filled with peace, Comforting the family, sitting quietly as the person’s last breaths cease. My life will not be wasted and I no longer have the urge to read MacBeth, My retirement and work at hospice allows me to love my patients to death. Written by Lee Ramage August 30, 2011 For A Rambling Poet’s contest “A Poem- Please” Placement- 4th


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Lost Hope

On the plight of this garden till when to grieve
                          Will this nest its glory retrieve

The companion birds have all flown away
O cypress trees and roses! Permit me to leave


-Mohammad Yamin
(Theme borrowed from a Ruba'yee of Josh Malihabadi)


Details | Quintain (Sicilian) | |

Goodbye and letting go

It's hard to go day by day, 
Remembering all you had to say; 
I think about you everyday, 
I thought of you teh most today. 

Missing you is a hard job, 
Loving you an easy job; 
Wanting to hold you tightly, 
Wanting to hear you talk softly. 

My heart breaks when I'm not with you, 
Sometimes I just don't know what to do; 
I can still remember that goodbye, 
Wish it wasn't the last bye. 

My memories fade slowly, 
Your face I hold dearly; 
Sometimes not clearly, 
Oh how I wish you were near me. 

I can write, 
I can cry, 
I can scream, 
I can forget, 
I can get mad at the world, 
No matter what I do, the pain gets worse. 

I'm sorry, 
But goodbye and letting go, are impossible.


Details | Rhyme | |

RIP Baby "Angel"

Hush little baby, sleep in peace, and know
That one day will all meet, by your
Side will hold you high, until that day
Spread your wings, and be our Angel
In the sky, even though our question
Remains at why, the moment you left
Tears struck our eyes, Baby boy we
Hear you "Tell mommy and daddy not
To cry keep me safe in your Hearts"...
For my Baby nephew who lived 2hrs.


Details | Ottava rima | |

The Result of Cruel Fate

The crone can hear the children's laughter, cold as ice
And they exclaim out "witch", not thinking she can hear
Their parents then admonish, "Try to be quite nice."
Upon her thin, emaciated form they leer
Of love forbidden she has paid the awful price
Malicious magic powers all the children fear
She only wears black, mourning each and ev'ry day
Her world is full of dismal, somber shades of grey


She loved a wealthy cultured handsome gentleman
But she had not the clothes nor proper pedigree
And never would be issued any wedding bann
For poverty did not amuse his family
When finding herself great with child of his, she ran
She felt displaced, just like a dead uprooted tree
In bleak back alley child unwanted disappeared
No chance immoral tainted peccant child be reared


Although she lost her core, her heart, her soul, her mind, 
She wandered dazed and crazy back to town she knew
Her fam'ly said, "We never have produced your kind."
There was no place to go and nothing left to do
But after mournful agony she came to find
Satanic powers very evil she would rue
She met the incubi in wooded forest glen
Although she knew it was an awful, grievous sin


Her soul and body raped by evil forces bold
Instilled in her the seeds of their foul awful pow'r
That grew more potent as she grew extremely old
Demolished, shattered self continued still to sour
Her sterile body, now quite barren, grew ice cold
A vile vexatious tongue lashed out at all each hour
Thus she became a bitter venomous old hag
While dressed in filthy clothes; on head, a dirty rag


She met a fine genteel young man, so good and kind
A person reaching out to all in charity
Attempted making better lives where he could find
He wanted human folk achieving parity
However, he had never met an evil mind
The succubus seduced his soul with clarity
 She crippled psyche; took his cash, his bonds and stocks
 Her languid lips convinced him caged; no keys for locks


Then when the moon was full one night, she murdered him
Around his vile demise all sorts of tales arose
She had dismembered rigid corpse each limb by limb
Disposed so very well of ugly bloody clothes
The whole ordeal had been a gratifying whim
Upon his naked body set a blood red rose
His corpse was never found; base tales do not abate
Today she suffers vile result of cruel fate


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Elysium Dream of Love

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


Details | Pantoum | |

Around His Neck

There once was a man from the land of M
A lot of people thought he was a joker
Fond of women's clothes he liked wearing them
Around his neck he wore a black choker

A lot of people thought he was a joker
Underneath all that dark eye liner
Around his neck he wore a choker
his high heels could not be finer

Underneath all that dark eye liner
The boy who so adored his mom
His high heels could not be finer
He wished to be a Sheila instead of Tom

The boy who so adored Mom
All of those exquisite clothes
He wished he could be Sheila instead of Tom
Yet there was that problem with his hose

All those exquisite clothes
A lot of people thought he was a joker
Yet there was that problem with his hose
Around his neck they found a black choker


Details | Musaddas | |

JESUS WITH MY FAITH I SEND THIS PLEA

written 14th July 2013


My sorrow, is overwhelming my 'entire' soul
 for in my jaded life, my dear "Nath" would be the last breath taken away
Why does God, continue taking those that play the most 'critical' roll
 my life is 'never' going to endure, any hint of ease.. no way

Heart heavy, loss and pain all consuming me 'again'
 God, I plea with you leave me those that I 'love' these day's
It's become 'that' part of the year, my Nathan was taken due to 'my' curse
 tears flood my entire being, why do you always insist I live entirely 'alone'

Sorrow just in this year now at 'half point' has finally taken the 'full' toll
 I no longer see, any thing as my destiny that I shall 'exude'
When, will it 'ever' be my turn, I wait..to become the next called to heaven
 "am" I not worthy, of your abundant grace?

You, seem to take 'everyone' I 'entrust' to a faraway land
 Nathan Reide' these are my tears containing, the 'most sorrow' I've ever let fall
But, every memory of you and me, stop all of the pain
 just, another pain and despair to add to my life's endurance 'till'

I long, for peace, joy and 'any' kind of life would do me,
 at this point of my life, I can not take anymore, seriously, lighten up on me!
I fear in new friends, how long..before you conclude they too will end
 You bless me with a loving husband, mother, father, niece
 
When.. do you think you might, 'let' me see them... this  is my plea
 returning me back into church, I am in need off being blessed
How 'come' you did take that away from me? 
 faith, in me stayed 'strong' you alone know the extent

I need to move 'now' I have stayed still, and achieved what I think I was to 
 poet, I assume that was 'my reason' why you kept here
With that now in full swing
 can you now spread my wings

You are 'overpowering' my soul, and I now do as I am told
  patience, never was my best strength, have I 'not' proved to you
I'm completely at your mercy, you are the entity that drives the heart of me
 with all that, I need a break between all these sorrowful times, 'may I now move'

This is the deepest of despair, I have ever endured, please see me through
 I am more than 'positive' I WILL NOT make it through, another emotional trial
Not to be left here, still bleeding the way I still am...
 darkness has taking more of my light I'm loosing all sight, of who is me...

My heart full of anguish and grief, depression takes her advantage, of the ease
 I have nothing worth finding joy or enlightenment anyway, she will have me...
I don't have any strength to even consider the thought of even trying this time
 in defending myself against her this time
She only win's by default...

Denise Hopkins


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AN EQUAL SHARE OF VICTORY AND DEFEAT-Rhyming Chant

An equal share of victory and defeat...
greeting happiness, summoning sadness!
An equal share of victory and defeat...
rejoicing in light, trembling in darkness!


How we live and age depends on circumstance and time...
an equal share of victory and defeat!
Youth is pure glory when the body is not weak... 
an equal share of victory and defeat!
Before sixty we were vibrant, now frail and ready to die...
an equal share of victory and defeat!


An equal share of victory and defeat...
greeting happiness, summoning sadness!
An equal share of victory and defeat...
rejoicing in light, trembling in darkness!


Taste rain and feel sunshine, ignore wrinkles, age spots and such...
an equal share of victory and defeat!
Leave gold and everything behind, it's troublesome  for the rich...
an equal share of victory and defeat! 
Have we lived fearlessly or covered by a sheet?  
An equal share of victory and defeat!


An equal share of victory and defeat...
greeting happiness, summoning  sadness!
An equal share of victory and defeat...
rejoicing in light, trembling in darkness!


What we accomplish through life remains bright or bleak... 
an equal share of victory and defeat!
Gray hair means wisdom, neglect the puffiness under the  eyes...
an equal share of victory and defeat!
We came into existence to lead meaningful, not purposeless lives...
an equal share of victory and defeat! 


An equal share of victory and defeat...
greeting happiness, summoning sadness!
An equal share of victory and defeat...
rejoicing in light, trembling in darkness!







Details | Alliteration | |

We Beat Until We Battered

We sometimes drink and smoke so much We get beat until we are battered 
Our dreams were like one giant wall of glass where upon they were destined to be shattered
 Broken in a heap of glass we now stay occupied where lost souls continue to gather
 Dark yet so desolate living amongst those were nothing in life but a quick death seems to matter
 It seems as if the harder we try the more below we get needing somekind of ladder
 All I hear are silent screams among gossiping chit chatter 
Our truth is getting skinnier while our lies are well fed by the way the are getting fatter
 Crying souls overcome those that are filled with laughter 
The clock for many of us gets slow but our life train to death only gets faster 
Many of us which remain lost in addiction looking for a positive leader, a mentor, some kind of master
 
But when shyt hits the fan we must remain strong even if we just lost someone close and are feeling sadder
 If life is to throw us those curveballs in a the ring then its time stop mr nice guy and get badder
 You must endure the shyt that you got to endure even if it gets your hands and feet a little tathered
 Life can and will get you drunk so handle your drink or let it bring you down until you can no longer stagger
 You must tell yourself **** them and everybody else because you still got skill even if you aint got swagger
 Just tell yourself "**** they judgements" because you know in your own eyes you still look sharper than a dagger
 SO QUIT ACTING LIKE YOU AINT NEVER BEEN MENTALLY BEAT UNTIL YOUR PERSONALITY WAS BATTERED.....BECUASE IT WHAT YOU MAKE IT IN THE END THAT TRULY MATTERS!!!!!


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Melancholy Memory



Distant memory of a fading twilight, a winter afternoon so vivid. outside your cabin a jasmine in full bloom and inside...dripping blood, your pale face. one by one your words, those last words you could speak a whisper in my ears "Grow up son!" I have grown up Dad, from that very moment I can tread on sorrow, look at me. But every twilight, before it fades away whisper softly to me your last words. =========000=========


Details | Triolet | |

Stab, Choke, Torture, Shoot to Kill

The rage that screams against the sky A battle ground of angry hate Death's anger looms; threat reaches high The rage that screams against the sky A voice it struggles to deny The venom 'fore it spews too late The rage that screams against the sky A battle ground of angry hate. What made bit** think she could deceive A fam'ly grown so sick of hurt I'm one she thought that would believe What made bit** think she could deceive? Fed up with lies, we're so naive Her many victims her desserts What made bit** think she could deceive A fam'ly grown so sick of hurt. I want to choke her scrawny neck And make cruel vengeance mine to give To make her bleed, knife's wounds inflict I want to choke her scrawny neck And twist until I'm held in check But not 'fore I know she'll ne'er live I want to choke her scrawny neck And make cruel vengeance mine to give. I lay my head on Satan's bed The price was worth my deadly fate She's cold and lives with devil's dead I lay my head on Satan's bed No tear I shed, no more to dread It's over now, there's no more wait I lay my head on Satan's bed The price was worth my deadly fate.
Destroyer ~ Poet’s contest Name any poem with a strong title" (your poem title has to catch my eye) your most favorite outstanding title...


Details | Haiku | |

Haiku 5 - mournful cries, way of nature, flight into eternity

mournful cries fill the air
mother bird calling for its baby
eaten by the cat

mantis catches butterfly
I am sad: yet, that is 
the way of nature

loud feathered thud
- flight into eternity
deceptive glass pane


Details | Abecedarian | |

Gone

Gone
After your last breath I was defeated,
Body, soul and spirit taken down.
Caressing memories became my new world,
Drowning in the past was solid ground.
Everything you did from start to finish,
Following me in my dreams so clear.
Great to know the time we had together
Harboured solace in my heart, sweet dear.
Innocence; the name of our beginning,
Joined as one we never were apart.
Kempt; seemed to be our life together,
Laughter always flowing from the heart.
Moments I shall keep in memories arc.

Nails like daggers pierced the world we started,
Offering us comfort, could no man.
Pain struck from the thought of being parted,
Quietly my darling took a stand.
Right down to the last he did not waver,
Standing tall and giving his vast love.
Tremendous was his courage as he traveled
Under wings of Angels brought above.
Veiled in sadness moving gently forward
Waiting for the sun to drown the rain.
Xanthic was the color of his golden hair
Yearning now to see it once again.
Zaps me at the thought of it my friend.

Written 08.29.2014
Brenda Meier-Hans 
1st


Details | Narrative | |

Dead Winter

I still remembered that night
the snow was heavy and unusually white.
We gathered around the fireplace,
Momma was sharing her Christmas grace.

Daddy went home and brought us presents
Momma stopped her story and away she went
out into the snowy streets 
buying us winter treats.

It has passed dinner and she’s not home.
Our stomach started to ache and roam.
Daddy began to worry,
and away he went in a hurry.

Me and Anna were still inside
looking through the window with eyes opened wide.
Then Anna started to cry,
I was still wondering why
until I saw a shadow in the foggy snow.
Anna squeezed my hand and wouldn’t let go.

A squeak, a squeal - 
a spinning wheel
down the hill
that’d thrill and kill.

It came clashing and crashing
through the glaciers it went bashing
through our door it was breaking, 
left us all shaking and quaking.

We did not restrain
the shrieks and tears weren’t feigned.

Next morning the neighbors came
and told us that momma and daddy weren’t the same.
I followed them and what I saw
with only a glance made me drop my jaws.

There, two coffins neatly laid
“Uncertain causes” was clearly sprayed.
I laughed and thought I just got played
but grief suddenly fell when the priest prayed.
Nobody helped when I fell limp on the floor
as they carried my parent’s bodies through the shattered door.

From that day on there wasn’t winter anymore.
Snow were redder than red – the color of gore.
Their tombstones were always cold solid steel
and if you came close you’d feel:
A squeak, a squeal - 
a spinning wheel
down the hill
that’d thrill and kill.


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For Now It Is My Time

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Gene, Gene, the Singing Machine

(in memoriam, Eugene Lawler, d. January 29, 2012, aged 83 years)

--- Note:  "The singing machine" is a not so tongue-in-cheek reference to Gene and his penchant for singing whenever and wherever he wished, as well as to his karaoke
equipment and his nickname at bars that featured karaoke nights. ---


You fancied yourself a singer,
and indeed you were.
What songs we heard from you
you had made your own,
and you gave them freely
to all who would listen
(though we were just a few
who were, at times, inattentive.)
Time and remembrance may color
the images you left behind,
and the sentimental songs
you sang (and scribed on silver disks 
for us to hear when, and if, we will)
may prod us to recall
your willful, dour demeanor
which could bloom into benevolence
or darken further in stormy sneers
at tardiness, or at perceived
maltreatment of any sort.
You were your own arbiter of behavior
who kept before you expectations
of what was appropriate, for yourself
and for us, the others of your kind.
We were few (still fewer now),
who flocked together on occasion
to celebrate, in quiet fashion,
whatever anniversary we chose --
perhaps your passing date
will become another to be marked.
And your voice, reproduced mechanically,
amplified, may remind us of our loss,
and of yours.  


Details | Rhyme | |

Mile

Drenched all over and pupils soaked
Down, this season, a nostalgic walk
A storm, within, of emotions cloaked
Remnant of treason remains to stalk

Contemptuous breach of a covenant shared
You drifted away to regal sounds
Calamity befell less fortunate, spared
My suffering, apparently, knows no bounds

This ride, in ways, is new to find
Each step drawn deeper, I deign
Tears of heaven and mine, combined
Abridged, somewhat, sorrows reign

Sinking daylight, hopes relinquish
Fading mirage intent on proving
Tranquil drive allures to vanquish
Keeps the undead, however, moving

Each moment spent, not unremembered
Each rise, and fall, is but a smother
And soul, from body, is when dismembered
By the side of you, will rest another

Note: This can be read as a reply to "Deliverance"


Details | Rhyme | |

A Senior's Day

Usually you're all alone
When there's ringing on your phone
An early call that makes you moan
Just wish it was a dial tone
You grab the phone
Press to your ear
Hello who's there?
You calm your fear
A neighbor's voice comes on the line
You know at once
Things are not fine
What will she say?
This voice today
What gives you dread?
Is someone sick?
Is someone dead?
The news you hear will make you sad
You know it will
It's always bad
And so you hear the tragic tale
Another friend
You start to pale
The call ends soon
Someone who once enjoyed her wealth
She seemed to have the best of health
One minute she was doing great
Then death became her sudden fate
No more to say
Another call
That changed your day
The phone's back now
Back on the wall
Who'll call next
Who's next to fall?


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I miss you

I miss you more than I could ever properly stress... You were a great friend, a true proper friend that anyone would be lucky to have known and luckier still to call their friend. I cherish the many times we shared together in laughter and fun. I think of you often and wish to go back to those simpler days, when things didn't get complicated or even hard. But as I write these words and remember you I wish for only your forgiveness. I let you down and I so very sorry. If I could have been a better person. A better friend then maybe now we'd still be able to share the laughter, the happiness, the pain, and the sadness within our lives. But as it is I abandoned you and lost a truly precious gift. If not for my selfishness perhaps you still might smile in the most dire of times...
with an aching heart 
and heavy head 
I ask for your forgiveness 
as I lay you down to rest
Perhaps if I were better,
If I had been a good true friend
Then you would have felt so alone in the end

My dear Alleria... I miss you every day
With an aching heart I now finally say
Goodbye sweet friend...it has been a year
I must go, and leave you once more.
But this time I leave you in the hands of God
He will care for you and guide you

With as much love as I possess...
Farewell...

I will always, miss you.

---
In Loving memory:
Alleria
June 07, 1993-August 20. 2012


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Christmas Rebels (2).

But night’s bell came with tears and without love,
As our bamboo door talked,
“KNOCK! KNOCK!!”
Before my voice could speak,
Legs ruined down my door,
Then eyes in different heights
In the starry night like 
Torch lights… attacked 
Me with their voices.
They came in mass,
Some brandishing cutlass,
Some matchets, guns and arrows.
Gang upon gangs,
Displaying their flags,
Blood stained, tattered, hair, shaggy.
They held human heads for their 
Oracles of war.
They were muttering songs as if 
Forced to sing,
They had leaves and grasses in the 
Middle of their mouths, they were mostly teens, 
They were the Hausa rebels… 
“Wait! Wait!! Wait!!!
Where are the bells?
Is this day not Christmas?”
I was asking myself,
A short tick man came out of the mass,
Not looking like human,
He looked backed at the rest,
Feeling like the best.
He weakened my hear drums 
By the manner of his question,
“Hausa or Birom?”.
To send my religion to the bottom?
Whom for this day, is Christmas? 
And sweet Messiah’s Calvary at Golgotha?
I wasn’t prepared for that, 
So the truth came out like a blast
“Birom!!”.
“Yee! Yee!! Yee!!!
Enemy tribes” they shouted 
Like savage talking drums.

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


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Empty

And when I learned that you died
How can I describe
The empty
Empty
Empty

You were my boxer in the night
Sparred with you 
About every aspect of
Life

My secret tonic
Made everything
Feel alright
Got me through it all
All the frustrations
Disappointments of 
Life

And when I learned that you died
How can I describe
The empty
Empty
Empty

We called each other friend
Even when
Our bodies came together
That single
Lunatic
Moment

That single 
Lunatic
Time

And it felt so 
Full
You made me feel
Full
How can I describe 
The full
Full
Full

My life was full
When you laughed
It felt so full even
When you 
Cried

The times I was mean

And my body left
Your body
After 
That single
Lunatic 
Time

And so we pretended 
We were just
Friends
In the end
We pretended
Then

And now you’re 
Gone

And I can barely speak
Or write 
I can barely write
A 
Single
Meaningful
Poetic
Word

And there’s a quiet room
In my mind
Where your laughter
Once
Played
My innocent child
Woman
Gone 
Away

How can I describe
The Empty
Empty 
Empty

How can I describe
The empty
Empty
Empty

How can I describe
The
Way
I
Feel?


Details | Tanka | |

System Overload

Darkness consumes me
Corrupted thoughts take over
Soul becomes hollow
Self castigation occurs
Tears of blood destroys all hope


Details | Lyric | |

TO PAPA -Through the eyes of his little girl

Through the eyes of this little girl, to her Papa, no one could compare
Always dashing in grey and navy suits with a white shrt and burgundy tie
How she'd stare in awe, wide-eyed; her little face turn upward in gaze
With a deep, stern voice he corrected, yet, with soft eyes, and warm hugs he consoled
The world demands so much from a man and sometimes he was not perfect
His bane was his good looks and a kind and honest heart
During his younger years he struggled, yet his love for his family stayed true
He was proud man in many ways and kept his promise to God and his wife
Througout the years of struggle, he never left his queen in thirty-five years

"Papa", one of God's creations by special design-fire and ice-compassionate and kind, 
Those who dared to cross him learned a lesson everytime
Through extraordinary battles, some won and others lost 
Each challenge imposed, he rose and met-a remarkable feat!

Then came one day, with his final battle raging, in some world beyond our eyes
His body racked and worn with pain, Papa was sent home to say good bye
My "Papa" stood tall one last time- and chose life with his Creator!


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' TEARS OF A CANDLE - CEASING '

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jun-jun villanueva 

~~~~~ x_x ~~~~~ *-* ~~~~~ teardrops emanate from within inner bane, anguish perforatin' space for vigour devoured by pain driblets of tears pour like incessant dewdrops of rain melancholy cuddled my psyche's being whinging flashbacks juxtaposed - reminiscing nightmares, incubuses in tight sleep bedtime death comes, humming lyrical requiem in rhyme dreams swallow me with fear - exasperate like ceasing ... expiring ...it's a fate now, crying ...bemoaning ... myriad tears fell reverberates like infant thrown to hell. ======================================== *-* "SOUNDS OF A CRY" contest


Details | Senryu | |

'For Colored Girls --- Toxic Love'


his love so toxic his dream became her nightmare distraught mother begs helpless onlookers suspended from the window he just let them go he killed their children helpless as her tears roll down her will to live gone ©291220112215 *just to clear up the confusion this is actually written for Andrea's movie contest!!*


Details | Free verse | |

LAST WISHES

It begins

death’s odd intro
as familiar as family
as familiar as a father's tales

but it speaks the idioms of sheaths,
a silence under the rumble
and that terminal pause
of emptiness
 
will come the keening
our aria of love-loss 
wordless and ageless
begging begging begging
for more moments
for laughter over the breaking of bread
for another long afternoon
for one miracle

for him

the phone will ring, very soon

and I will picture her face
forever rearranged by the news
of her father’s passing

never more a child
never the same
changed

a chrysalis once more
formed in mourning
such a fragile strength

then death, fostering,
will hover in apology 

touching her
forevermore






*My brother in law is now in palliative care... my 18 year old niece has just begun university. I was the same age when I lost my mother... too young too young. Prayers for a painless passing and strength for the family greatly appreciated. Love to all.


Details | Narrative | |

My Downfall

Power and Control was my destiny, I rose from the bottom.
Hoping to become more powerful than you could ever imagine.
But you were my only hope of stopping my madness and hatred.
My passion and love for you was my downfall, it was all for you.
Now I clinch the remains of you, what have I done?
Am I a disgrace, or a foul, for falling so low to you?
I love you, but it seems, the same cannot be said for you.
I killed to be with you, and let this blood be shed.
A reminder that my rise to power, came with its loss.
Let this loss be the the Dagger that I hold.
A dagger of love, which these hands still clinch.
A dagger which shall be the death of me, as it was to you.
  


Details | Free verse | |

A Granddaughter's Pain

That horrible day she heard those words.
The cawing of those dreadful birds.
The pain in her chest found its way to her eyes.
Her breath came out in only short sighs.
Her sister there to hold her hand,
Trying to be strong for the both of them.
The day had come, they knew it would.
But faster than it probably should.
They made as much noise as they possibly could.
Anything to  keep away the silence of death,
And as the tears kept falling, 
they did their best,
To try and forget this disastrous mess.
But as hard as they denied it, 
they knew it was true.
He was gone from this world, 
wasn’t meant for it too.
The last words he spoke, 
were held to be true.
“ when all the feelings had been felt,
And all the tears shed.
Let the acceptance begin.”
They echoed again and again.


Details | Senryu | |

Summer's Spilled Milk

Summer’s Spilled Milk
City dwellers pumped;
Oil effused into ocean,
Ocean creatures died.


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 | Rhyme | |

The Sleeping Giant

<                 the sleeping giant once again has been awoke
                   to the sounds of great thunder and billows of smoke
                   what has happened his imperial's majesty's sleep
                   out from the depts of hell a great wavetrain has creeped


                   tainting soil where once land had been so enriched
                   brandishing homes businesses left them in a ditch
                   twisted metals dancing in swirls of stenching air
                   recovered bodies of beloved this is so unfair


                   across it's great mountain range somber is now heard
                   unity becomes one and not forgotten word
                   rebuild rebuild the sleeping giant request
                   let our people of japan return to their nest


                  for there will always's be another tomorrow
                  where earthquakes and tsunami's will bring such sorrow
                  for an sleeping giant all nestled in his bed
                  and his people dressed in five elements of thread





Tribute To Japan


Details | Haiku | |

last journey

 







                                                         last journey---
                                              dead bodies draped in white 
                                                     waiting in a queue












 *Scene from a burning ghat (crematorium)



 


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The Damned

Her devilish eyes beat at me 
taking flesh with every blow,her 
rendered heart beat sounds like 
tribal drum rolls an her skin 
drips venom from its pores , I 
find myself helpless and 
paralyzed , everything else 
seems trivial and meaningless 
to this moment,..she exhales 
smoke and lightning flows from 
her finger tips ,she is the 
antichrist the source of my 
device, but I can't help but give 
her my heart,I question my gift 
but remain entranced caught in 
her red moonlit ritual 
dance,sight of her is blinding , 
she is what Every man  desires 
but can't reach, it feels like 
heaven but I sweat from the 
heat,the pain she inflicts is 
bitter sweet an burns like salt 
in a wound ,she is gods most 
regretted creation born for the 
night with a hunger that cannot 
be fed,hold her down chain her 
up she cannot be contained , 
pentagrams burn white in her 
eyes,she's a shape shifting 
voodoo angel that sleeps with 
vipers ,yet I seek her and 
desire her with every thread of 
my existence and have turned 
into an insomniac who day 
dreams of her , cut by the 
thorns of the rose she wears in 
her hair , always the day of the 
dead and raining razorblades, 
the tree limbs reach out for my 
embrace but every one of them 
are shadowed with her face,I 
close my eyes I can always find 
her there , lay with her in the 
ground every breath she takes 
is sin ,she's a black rosé that 
cannot be changed a black rosé 
that cannot be contained , 
ashes to ashes dust to dust I 
cut my heart to be with her and 
bleed undying trust,it's only 
her....everything else I feel is 
not real .....


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

A Survivor's Story

I wake up to a deserted town
"Where are the people?"
I ask myself aloud.
"Gone." answers a voice.
But no one's here...
but me.

Broken glass litters the street, 
a Kristallnacht in the making.
Houses, half gone and half standing,
specked the dirt road.

I lay, pinned to the ground by a monstrous wall...
I don't know if I'll be able to move...
but I must try. 

"Hello! Anyone there?"
No reply.... just what I thought.
As distress fills my heart,
I use that anger and helpless feeling to my advantage
and somehow
I managed to lift the heavy burden off my chest.
But this was a small victory in what seemed to be WW II.

ALAS! I remember.
This is WW II....
and the US had just dropped something...
something unusual on my town...
I'm surprised I'm still alive.

The explosion was enough to kill all of my native land, 
Japan.
But it only stopped 2 miles from the heart of my country,
Tokyo.
But no time for reminiscing. 
I must find a way out of this...
hell.

A sharp pain in my chest heaves me to the ground,
I've seen this ground so many times, face to face.
Something starts to lunge itself out of my mouth.
When I look down, I notice
that it is my own blood.

I knew I must find a hospital, quick, 
but which way was which?
Was East West? Was West South? 
Was North behind me? Was South ahead?

I sulked in defeat as I trudged along a snake-like road...
a road to nowhere. 

I grew weary, hungry, tired
but I knew I must walk on.
Every few minutes, I'll drop to my knees
and cough up my life support, 
but I couldn't let that stop me.

The sun went down,
but I didn't.
The moon rose,
I kept walking.
The sun started his day-shift, 
but I was at work all night,
counting steps and listening my heart beat.

Finally, I lost the will to live,
I wanted to die, 
I waited to die...
But death didn't come.

I spit up blood every few seconds now.
Life leaving me with every breath.
I close my eyes, and draw in my last breath.

Muffled sounds reach my ears.....
I try to look but my vision's blurred.
Everything blacks out.

"I will not be defeated" 

My vision is back.... I see people...
Everything blacks out.

"I will not be defeated"

I see their faces now, splattered with dirt and dust
Everything blacks out.

"I WILL NOT BE DEFEATED!!!!!"

I CAN SEE!

"Are you with us?!"
A desperate cry reaches my ears.
And I reply, 
"Yes. Yes I am."


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Spirituals and Drums

My ancestors walking in the night
using oil lights and moonlight for guides
while being instructed to Wade in the Water
to camouflage their scents like disguise

The Sweet Chariot awaited 
so they could ride away
Harriet was a soldier
and it wasn't an option to be caught during the day
That's the same mentality Nat Turner had when he sang
Steal Away

They would follow the drinking gourd
so all were in accord to go north
The Gospel Train was coming
and at the end of the journey
was a fine reward
Freedom was coming
and it was a long time coming and
they walked until they heard freedom bells ringing
and I still hear their tired footsteps running

Thinking of My Darling Nelly Gray
Stolen from my arms a random September day
and eliminated our chances to run away together
No family ties, no love, no strength says the oppressor

Then I hear the drums beat in the darkness
giving me the hope of finally being free
Maybe I'll follow them this time on faith
on bended knee
There must be a place for me among the light
of this darkness
Among oppression, thieves, evil-doers
no thought on their conscience

Thank goodness for the safe houses that
supported our traveled distances
and for the conductors who bore witnesses
and may God have mercy on the souls who
were against this
and on those who chose to forget this sh@!

I still hear crying in quilts of safety 
because I know that the burden was heavy
to be at the mercy of nature and patrol men
catching run-away slaves for money
Some did it bare feet with freedom ahead of this
loved induced journey and they made it
So all that bull about how your life is hard
just stuff it in an envelope and save it



Details | Ballad | |

PICCANINNY DAWN

The old man and his grandson viewed 
A barren bladeless ground. 
When to his left the young lad's eye 
Saw bleached bones scattered 'round. 
'Twas more than one beast's bones that lay 
There exposed to the sun. 
It seemed more like a battlefield 
Where only death had won. 
 
The old man saw the young lad wince, 
He reined in close behind. 
As memories of what took place 
Came flooding through his mind. 
A century turned, but not his luck, 
For rains had failed again. 
He slowly watched the dams dry up 
While cattle died in pain. 
 
A little water still remained 
Though sought by feral stock. 
Some brumbies which came down at dawn 
Still often used the block. 
In good times no one cared that much, 
But not so any more. 
The young lad's dad and this old man 
Both knew what lay in store. 
 
A high log fence closed off the dam, 
The timber they had sawn. 
Suspended gate it lay in wait 
For piccaninny dawn. 
Then as the last mare ambled through 
Wood gate it dropped like lead. 
A wood rail race seemed their escape, 
But death lurked there instead. Their capital had all dried up, 
No cash for lead and gun. 
To execute the feral stock 
Took knife and old man's son. 
With legs astride the wood rail race 
Son grimaced as he drew 
That blade of death 'cross jug'lar vein, 
Then slapped the victim through. 
 
Each fleet foot spirit faltered there 
A hundred yards away, 
While blazing eyes showed fear of death, 
Mouths gave a weakened neigh. 
Then one by one their weak frames fell 
Onto the dusty ground. 
The racing hearts of those poor beasts 
Then gave their final pound. 
 
The slaughter did not save the stock 
For all the dams went dry. 
It fin'ly broke the old man's son, 
He watched the grown man cry. 
All this the old man told the lad, 
The picture was now drawn. 
On why his dad then took his life 
One piccaninny dawn. 

The young lad then took from his head
his father's sweat stained hat
And as he wiped the tears away
He said, Gramps thanks for that."
I'd always had my doubts you see
About the way Dad died,
But now I know the truth at last
I'll wear this hat with pride.


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The Most Likely to Succeed

All the windows down.
Shades drawn.
Door locked.
Against the imitation mahogany, a little manila card:
"Check out time:  3 o'clock."

Click!
All dark now.
Hmmmmm.
The Wizard Deluxe 16" Oscillating Fan
makes a lot of noise.
Click.
It's too cool anyway.


Whew!  Those ugly flowers on the rug!
I can almost smell them.
And the bedsprings creak.

What am I doing here...
the Big Guy...
the Smart Alec with All the Ideas...
the Joe Who Was Going Places...
the Most Likely to Succeed...
Huh!  If they could only see me now.

Well, here goes nothing.
I guess I'd better, now...
if ever, now!


Details | Bio | |

January 1, 2007

My list is long today.
But the voice says sleep --
Don't engage,
Don't create,
Don't make the bed --

Sleep

Begone sunshine.

My mind falls to empty thought --
Is this dementia?
Will my mind curl up
     and sleep to death?

Will I follow my mother into the depths
     of lost thought and fabricated reality?

Will I know my husband
     when I see him again?

Will I even find him?

Sleep

The depression lulls me back into myself
     dulling the memory of lost tomorrows,
          begun today,
               nine years ago.


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I WAIT FOR YOU DEATH

As you grow, happy moments shrink,
At some day, skin aches when you smile,
These are just ordinary lines, or
Maybe just exaggerated tales,
‘D thought so but no fraction of idea,
It could be real, as real as you dwell in it,
Just like another story,

How a freckled face glance down,
Why arched brows are falling down,
The crow lines of eyes say it,
When it aches to smile,
Wearing it which was disowned years back
Don’t spell or stare or nod,
May face lays as in absence of suspicion

Knot of rope around my neck, 
What changed or happened,
Somebody sprinkled dust on freshly painted canvas,
That Blush of youth _with self-indulged soul,
Beauty reflected in the eyes wide open,
Then agonizing hand interfered,
So made me wore this,
The face you don’t look at.

I have told enough, misery loses its grief,
If explained to satisfy that deaf ear,
Let it prevail, the dust,
Let me blacken myself in the stained canvas,
For that is what meant, and so,
Let this veiled face pray, in the shadow,
For the last breath, not for shrine,
Lived in mundanely and so did suffer,
Shall die in that ordinariness too,
If life asked you about my tiredness,
Don’t blame a name but a cure,
Which is desperately awaited, let her know.


Details | Rhyme | |

Death by Beauty

A smile moves across her lips
She gazes at her crime
A scar across her flesh and soul
To haunt her for all time
She’ll waste away for all she cares
Never stops to use her brain
Doesn’t care about the ones who are close
All she cares about is pain

She wants to be what the others expect of her
Doesn’t care about the self-respect for her
A rose can’t be a forget-me-not
Can’t she see what all she has got
Already?

Never to go back again
She feels the world is at an end
She will never show her grief
Although she’ll cry in empty streetS

She’d sooner live like a desolate mole
Living in fear in an empty hole
Screaming silent wails alone
Content to live in her mental home

A final tear falls from her eye
It hits the ground, it’s followed by
A beautiful body, mutated by hate
A kind word could have stopped it, but it is too late
One two many bricks in the wall in her mind
Molding her demise because her heart was blind
This self conscious being could never have won
For she was destroyed by the beautiful ones

She wouldn’t fight back, wouldn’t respect herself
In the end, she managed only to wreck herself
A rose can’t be a forget-me-not
Little did she know, she had all she had sought
Already


Details | Rhyme | |

The Wilting Girl

Petals wilting, one by one, Falling where they may Still burning with insanity, And pain that's here to stay Petals falling, one by one, In the hands of strong desire Burning in a heart of passion, Only filled with fire Petals falling, one by one, Floating down with empty bliss It's too late to bring their color back, So say goodbye with one last kiss Petals falling, one by one, With only hate, and pain If only there had been more sun, If only there had been less rain


Details | Light Poetry | |

My dear grandmother

My dear grandmother

One nigth while I was sleeping
I got a sad telephonemessage

I got up fast
The tears just trundled down my cheeks

The message I got was that you had passed away
It happened so incredibly fast

I have cried for several months
All the tears for you
Hope that some of you still are here with me

Now, I have no grandmother to talk with
For your heart stopped
Why was it your turn to let the soul leave your body

Life needs to move on
The dead, they have to be honored
I will never be able to forget you
I let the memories be hidden


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                \_\  /
                /_/  \
                \_\/\ \
                    \_\/

Dedicated to my dear grandmother (1935-2011) 


Details | Villanelle | |

The Solitude

My loneliness bleeds but is not stained,
What has become of this light of day?
A solitude of thoughts so mixed, so pained.

The comfort of the night on darkness rained,
To wander the streets with naught to say,
My loneliness bleeds but is not stained.

To walk down the alley, narrow and tear-drained,
Watching for a sign but leading me astray,
A solitude of thoughts so mixed, so pained.

This hurt that covers, a veil ingrained,
Finds me getting on an empty subway,
My loneliness bleeds but is not stained.

Travelling to nowhere by fate ordained,
Until the distance feels furthest away,
A solitude of thoughts so mixed, so pained.

To undergo the sound and suffering so sustained,
 I find myself too hesitant to pray,
My loneliness bleeds but is not stained.
A solitude of thoughts so mixed, so pained.


Details | Pantoum | |

An Old, But New Despair

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Brooding clouds languished low, and were consoling the hills, 
where the sky rumbled softly, in reverie's call
By chance one small stumble, had shadowed our mood
we found two shrouded headstones deep under the leaves

Where the sky rumbled softly, in reverie's call
from a day blithe and buoyant, carefree and fun
we found two shrouded headstones deep under leaves
with names carved in granite in lone solitude

From a day blithe and buoyant, carefree and fun
I felt sudden anguish, arise from the past
with names carved in granite, in lone solitude
We resurrected despair, it was ours now to bear

I felt sudden anguish, arise from the graves
Who could they be, this mother and child?
We resurrected despair, it was ours now to bear
The sky rumbled softly, in reverie's call


Who could they be, this mother and child?
By chance one small stumble, had shadowed our mood
The sky rumbled softly, in reverie's call
Brooding clouds languished low, and were consoling the hills
.........



__________________________________________________________
For Deb's Contest: "When the Going Gets Tough, The Tough Get Going"


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 | Elegy | |

The Closet

Doubled up,
Hunched and hollowed;
Concealed, sitting in this musty closet.

Clutching memories to my chest and
Spreading out the others across this
Dusty darkened floor.
So dim, like these remembrances...

Straining to see through tears and years.
Some deeper wounds don’t fade with time,
Like yours, sweet long gone child of mine.

Advised against this self infliction,
I cannot stay away from my secret addiction.
Infused with your smells and special things,
I force myself to keep you here with me.
Inside my heart and this compartment.

Watching you grow in my imagination: older, taller.
Exquisite bittersweet daydreams
Of you still here and needing me.

So, gently back into the box my treasure;
Rest for now…time is not measured.
Soon I’ll return and once again
Hold your glossy framed grin
Against my broken heart.


Details | Lyric | |

Over The Bridge

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



 


Details | Free verse | |

Passchendale: 3rd Battle of Ypres, 1916

Even the dead reject this blasted earth.

The ground, such as it is,
Is freshly Antidiluvean,
And the corpses swim within its tumbled, heaving masses
Blood and mud the mortar
Holding the chaos together.

The sun is weak,
Ashamed to break the haze
And bring to light the obscenities transpiring here.

The whistles blow
And the troglodytes emerge
From their respective holes,
Staggering towards one another
Through watery craters
Over the mincemeat of comrades
To add themselves to the swimming sacrifice
Constantly on offer 
To the insatiable, sole diety of this place,
The Mud-God, Futility.

     They are men no more,
     Those who struggle 'neath
     The leaden skies
     The wan sun
     Of the sodden moonscape
     That is Passchendale.

     They are only raging beasts
     Trading pain for pain,
     All trace of cause or reason
     Lost in the maelstrom of their collective misery -

And the only escape
Is to slay and to be slain;
To join the bitter shades
Ascending with the fog and smoke
Through the wall of cloud above,
To vanish into the icy deeps
Among the far, impassive stars.


Details | Than-Bauk | |

Oh My God That's So Sad

<       Hands and feet nailed
         face so pale now
         tears hale down cheeks


Details | Rhyme | |

The Hunger Game

Come little children- come and eat-There’s plenty all scattered about
Stale flat bread and biscuit crumbles -You must dig them out
Banana peelings and lettuce leafs -You may clean the dirt off neat
Perhaps the peelings of a Fu Fu dish- just to make a sweet
Come little one- come and eat- The little child’s belly cries
The flies will lead you to bush meat- the maggots where it lies 
Coconut and cassava cakes- perhaps a little rice
Just below the burning heap where the neighbor’s dead dog lies
The smorgasbord lies beyond the hill-the town’s other side
Forgive the stench- just pass the boneyard -where your nine year old brother died


Details | Elegy | |

Sweet Sorrow

I have hid mine heart,
Within a prison cell,
Dark and cold,
Whose key, only you hold.

I have buried mine memories,
Within the sands of time,
None is bare,
Those secrets, only you and I 
share.

From thenceforth do we part,
From light and into darkness 
do I tarry,
Into perdition,
E'en to the close of my time.

The memory of you, doth 
linger,
E'en as the flowers, sprout on 
graves,
And as the sun, doth shine,
E'en on the viper,

So I, e'en through the curse of 
time,
Tarry forth, 
E'en to the sunset of my life,
These memories, a constant 
companion.


Details | Epitaph | |

March, 1997

A veil of darkness
Fallen on the town
There's a monster here
A sweet, innocent life cut down.
One so free who knew no fear
Why be afraid
With love so constantly near?
For love is what he was
Helping others, always giving.
Now, selfish, twisted, murderous ways
Means our "Little Mark" is no longer living
Among us with his smile so sweet
But will spend eternity's days
At the Father's feet.


Details | Free verse | |

Gone To The Other Side

                                            Farewell my friend
                                            Now you are gone
                             Cremated from earthly shape to ashes
                Never will I feel your warmth and unconditioned love again
                                   You are not suffering anymore
                           I always knew that this day would come
                                        Yet I were not prepared
                                    To witness my lifelong friend
                   Being enclosed by deaths unwilling power to leave you be
                          Your illness could never have been healed
                        Yet,when the day death embraced your body
                      It was a smack right into my face and emotions
  
          The day that we spread your ashes over the deep forest you loved so much
                                          We were done crying
                                 Because your presence were there
                                          We could all feel it
                               Your energy and spirit are still with us
                             Time will come when we shall meet again
                            Since you stepped over to the next dimesion
                              Days feels empty with a deafening silence

              Until death embraces my earthly life,and our spirits have rejoined
                  I shall live my life here to honour your name and legacy
                                     Farewell my lifelong friend
                                                  So long
                                We`ll meet again on the other side
            Memories we have from your time on earth,will refuel my empty soul
                                           And keep me going
                                        Rest in piece my friend



About this poem..I belive we will all be reunited when our time here is done.

Cheers my friends out there


Details | Sonnet | |

Eternal

My love, what shall you leave me with tonight? What words are there to mend my broken heart? Will our love be repaired with morning light, Oh, or will nightfall be our last depart? My darling, sha'nt I leave you without this, My eternal promise of love to you How could you pull apart this final kiss? Don't let such love fade, whilst such lovely hue So, before you give your final goodbye, And your anger and hate bury your love Remember what wishes, and dreams, will die And the future that we had spoken of So, I'll remind you with my final breath, My eternal love is as strong as death


Details | Personification | |

Disaster in the waters.

I look out to the waters,
And this is what I see.
A blanket made of darkness,
Draped across your body.
Death extending its fingers from shore to shore.
Creatures that once dwelled deep within your heart,
Are being plucked up by each wave.
Being placed upon your brow,
For all the world to see.
The scares upon your face,
bring much empathy.
Your blood was spilled,
And death was certain.
Oh what a tragedy!


Details | Ballad | |

Isolation

How can I tell you?
I can't stay with you.

Neither I can give up on you.
Fear of losing you is losing me.
It feels like slow death every night.

But we are just stuck in our spaces!
Unable to connect from two feet distance.


Details | Didactic | |

A Poem (Hebrews 13:5)

Anger consumed within me,

Rage passed continually by.

A mixture of blue and red,

Blinding the dim light inside me.

 

Once the light was like a flaming torch,

Such a torch that can be compared to the sun.

But even the sun rests, the flames can be vanquished

Only the night was witnessed until the morning dawned.

 

I was created to love you.

This was the only purpose,

But I chose to reject you.

How foolish of me to compose.

 

Given many chances to accept,

Welcome the love higher than my mother,

I was in an asylum locked by my choice.

"No more!" I uttered. 

 

A glowing door suddenly appeared,

"Who could it be?" I questioned.

It opened; a figure so bright glanced at the corner,

"My child, fear not," the figure mentioned.

 

I took his offering hand.

Richness of everlasting springs of water,

The right hand of infinite life.

We departed blissfully as He catered

 

"Do not sow any longer, for you are here with your Father,"    

I began to weep as a baby weeps for his mother.

"My child, for you were once lost but now have been found."

A final tear inching below, the Devil will no longer bother.


Details | Couplet | |

CUBBIE BLUES

There was a ballplayer named "Ron",
I would always run home to watch him on television.

He batted fourth and played the third base spot,
That's the corner they always called "Hot".

As a power hitter and great fielder he stayed,
Fifteen years in the big leagues he played.

An "All Star" player many times over,
Because he was a perennial "Gold Glover".

He wore the number 10 on his uniform,
But his emotions for his team on his sleeve were worn.

Ron Santo was this player's name,
He should be in baseball's "Hall of Fame".

He was tenacious about his life's view,
Ever positive, as he fought Diabetes and Cancer too.

I had the good fortune to meet the man,
And listened to his story of the "Black Cat"....SCRAM!!!

He raised awareness and millions for JDRF,
Gone now to the ages, this his legacy would be left.

One thing that all of you should know,
Wherever he went, he put on a great show.

On a "Field of Dreams" he now will play,
Where he can click his heels every day.

Swollen with tears now our red eyes we rub,
At the endearing loss of "This Old Cub".

We'll miss his radio groans, his sighs, and his laughter too,
Because like us, his veins ran only with "Cubbie Blue".


Details | Couplet | |

Nicholas

Pluck your soft and gentle strums, Forcing out your fading hums Sing forgotton words, now empty, That used to tug my tears a plenty Whisper through soft lips, the truth, Awakening your dying youth Words of saddening emptiness, Between the Bars, just one more kiss Mumbling lyrics, fumbling strums, Forcing out the softest hums Brush the air with every breath, Until all sound is put to death


Details | Elegy | |

Gypsy

I find it strange coming home 
and not seeing you this evening
I know I shall never see your eyes again
but I shall always feel their gaze
anytime thoughts of you come to my mind
I can still hear your pitiful moan
the first day I kept you in the kennel
Forgive me for not realizing 
that a spirit like yours
was not meant to be caged
After you were set free
how different and alive you looked
jumping around in the yard
with  those precise energetic leaps
So goodbye my little Gypsy
I shall never see you again
but you will always dwell
in that secret spot in my heart
Thank you for the beauty
you brought into my life



November 4, 2013


Details | Rhyme | |

Fearing Tomarrow

I'm six years old
I'm sitting on my bed,
my mother walks in
her eyes are all wet.
She sits down beside me
wraps her arms around me tight,
I can tell by the way she's holding me
that somethings not right.
I feel her trembling
I can almost see her pain,
that's when I hear it in her voice
as she begins to explain.
She says David I love you
and I will always be here,
the next words she whispered
filled my heart full of fear.
I feared tomorrow 
and what laid ahead,
now that I'm six years old 
and just learned my father is dead.


Details | Ballad | |

DAD

DAD....

If only we could have you back dad
Just for one more day
To hold you in our arms once more
Before you went away

To tell you how we love you
How we know you loved us too
How no man in this world
Will ever take the place of you

Dad you were our anchor
Our rock, our shining knight 
The man we all depend upon 
And love with all our might 

Always we will picture you
Sitting in your chair
Coffee, paper, football...
How we wish you were still there

Whenever you were told
Another grandchild’s on the way
The frown upon your face 
Spoke the words you’d never say

But when each newborn grandchild
In your loving arms was placed
The look of unconditional love 
Was there upon your face

Precious memories linger
And tears will gently flow
For the granddad with the sweets
For the Granddad who never said no

Always there for each of us
You always made us smile
And knowing we were happy
Seemed to make your life worthwhile

You filled our lives with happiness
We filled your heart with pride
But now we walk this unknown path
Without you by our side 

Those who never met you
Will feel they know you too
For part of you will live in us
In everything we do

Forever we will miss your voice
Your laugh, your smiling face
Forever we will miss the dad
We never will replace

It’s hard to let you go dad
For we never said goodbye
Now you’re an Angel in God’s Heaven
High above the sky

But sometimes when we’re all alone
And feel all hope is gone
I know we’ll hear you whisper
"Kids just smile...and carry on”...


We love you dad...
Always have...
Always will...
xxxx


Details | Ballad | |

My Life is Over

Lord, how???
How could this be?
That a shadow so despicable is allowed to trod the world 
So infuriating, so excruciating, so vicious
Is it really necessary? 

Lord, why???
Why must this be?
That this heartless, wretched spawn of Satan, 
leaves such severe sorrow wherever it goes.
So painful, so exasperating, so agonizing.
Will it ever end?
                     
My sorrowful soul, my aching soul
The light that once shone bright, that once flickered within
Has suddenly grown dim
There is now an open wound where my heart used to be
And I'm afraid it wont ever heal
I am weak, I am numb.
I am surrounded by the sounds of despair
I dwell in distress all my days
Hoping to wake up from this horrific dream
But I think I may have died in my sleep, I can't seem to wake up
Now all I have are memories
And that makes it even harder 
To accept the fact that you are never coming back
I curse the day it happened wondering why you and not me
Because my life as I new it was over,


Why Lord why,
I will never understand?
My mother, my best friend is gone forever
My life as I knew it is over.


Details | Elegy | |

At the darkest time

At the darkest time On the darkest day, You took my hand, You took me to play. I thought it strange, I thought it wise That there in the wood The secret lies. But then I saw it The flicker of light, The sound of birds As they took to their flight. The ray of sunshine Filled your eyes, Around us filled With silent lies. My smile was met From cheek to cheek, Your hand around mine As your eyes grew weak. I see your face Amongst the light, The day that soon Transformed to night. I’m alone now And alone I’ll stay Till the moon flips over And the sky turns grey. But the hand that took, Took me to play, Is there by my heart And there it will stay.


Details | Tanka | |

life goes on

intermittant storms
rage in the sky and my heart
my unshed tears burn
in spite of my grief
the sun shines and life goes on


Details | Couplet | |

The Ninth Of December

Daddy left Mommy, when I was two
She really didn't know what to do
Four little children under the age of six
Was a situation, she just could not fix

Christmas was coming, she didn't have a dime
The bills were piling up at the same time
She tried to focus on her belief,
Lost the battle and applied for relief

A county program, for the very poor
Barely kept the collectors from our door
So sad she was, by her lack of funds,
She couldn't buy presents, for her little ones

With grandma watching us, she left to go out
She never came home, we were forgot about
I was too young to remember Christmas that year,
It was years, before the whole story, I'd hear

Grandma tried hard to make it right,
She took care of us until Mom returned, one night
Branded in my memory, the day of her return
After nine long months, I would later learn

Mom never mentioned the time she was away
She loved us to the fullest every single day
Twenty-four years quickly flew by
When I think of the day it happened, I cry

God took my mother on the ninth of December
Unexpected, a loss I'll always remember
Going through her belongings, we came across.
A small newspaper article, that intensified the loss

How we found it I will  never know
This plea, with a picture, from so long ago
As I read the article, blurred by my tears
I was transported back, through the years

To a little girl on grandma's knee
Looking at a shabby, Christmas Tree
Crying for her mommy, who wasn't there
While grandma patted her silky hair

Grief, it hit me, no time to hesitate
When I saw the significance of the date
December ninth, the paper, said it all
Memory upon memory, I would recall

Two events, so many years apart
Yet, I could feel the child with a broken heart
Holiday Spirit, sad to say, I had none
Decorating that year without the usual fun

Mommies little tree, on a table it sat
Her homemade ornaments, and a tree mat
Going through the motions, I have to admit
All I wanted to do, was quit

Events don't shape us, they make us learn
Even grief, has its turn
Memories of a Christmas, thirty years past
Impressions, they fade, but still last


By Karla Null~Godsgift~

Your "Saddest" Christmas Ever Contest

Sponsored by Constance LaFrance~A Rambling Poet~










Details | Free verse | |

They're Watching You

They're watching you,
they're always watching you,
check out the daily news.

Henchmen rob bank,
two officers killed,
change channel.

Reality T.V.
a celebraity stumbling out of a club,
drunk as hell.

Change channel,
a gay couple buying a house,
in a white collar neighborhood.

They're watching you,
they're always watching you,
even when you don't know it.

Someone is always watching you.
Take out the trash,
wash the dishes.

Watching,
survalling,
like a camera.

Terrorists,
they're always watching you,
Politians always watching you.

School teachers,
police,
FBI and CIA
Always watching you.

Smile for the camera
they're watching
so just wave and smile.

Bullies on playground jungle-gyms
looking out for the ugly nerd,
found him.

Hiding under the woodchips,
get him, beat him up,
I told you, they're always watching you.

Look at me,
look what I can do,
can you see me?

I'll drink to that,
cheers,
for they're always watching.


Details | Couplet | |

Her little linen doll

That little linen doll from December
She gave me with her heart, I remembered.
By her tiny hands thus not as perfect
But ‘twas a memory I couldn’t neglect.
My little baby really tried her best,
I saw her stitching at night without rest.
And when that needle jabbed her soft, white skin,
She’d be strong, hid her tears with a large grin.
Then that day had come, her doll was finish
December twenty-fifth, I would not wish,
The Lord took her away, out on the street.
Just a young child, her youth’s still incomplete.
As we pull her out from the twisted wreck
Wrapped in her arms, something I wouldn’t expect.
There held in tight, her little linen doll...
The picture was so vast, I must recall.
I will never forget, that fateful night,
When the angels sang to the blinding light
But she is gone, what’s the use of regrets?
What was left will always be in my chest.
Our memories and times we were together,
Sewn in her doll, sealed by her endeavor.
Though the doll and my baby have come to past,
They remain in my heart, forever to last.


Details | I do not know? | |

On The Edge Of Sanity

The heart is heavy, and the burden won’t be borne away, I seek the sun beyond the 
weeping moon, among the mourning stars, I seek for hope in the faces of those 
forsaken spirits, I moan silently, wailing for the diseased dream, and the rain softly 
washed away the remained memory of the sunlight, leaving only darkness in the 
horizon.

I weep delightfully, as I amputate the hanging wish, releasing my soul from the ghost 
of hope; comfortably I sank in grief, unwilling to rise, refused to pass through, this 
comfort drifted in my veins so ruthlessly I almost couldn’t breath.

Oh, woe for the dreams that kept me hanging on the edge of sanity, and woe for those 
promising tomorrows that faded in the ashes of solitude, for the foolish in me had finally 
crossed the way to the fairyland where a heart can dwell in peace.

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http://echoes19.wordpress.com/


Details | Free verse | |

The Brother and the Sister

Once upon a time in the great darkness of life there was a young boy and his twin sister. The boy went through life defending his sister making sure she didn’t get hurt and saving her from all the pain he had to endure. The other kids in his village teased him and beat him every day they saw him but he still fought to give everything to his sister. Then one of his greatest fights came along a wild dog had wondered into their house and was looking for food. The boy saw the dog going after his sister and rushed to push her away as the dog bit him instead. As he felt the dog’s teeth sink into his shoulder. The boy realized that not only had he saved his sister but he had doomed himself he hadn’t used enough caution when saving her and now he has to pay for it. He smiles at the dog and gives it a hug before saying “Thanks do what you need.” He closes his eyes and waits for the end but he only feels the wild dog slowly release him and walk away. The boy’s wounds heal and he lives still sacrificing everything for his sister but as time went on he saw his sister begin to hate him. Finally the boy was about to reach his seventeenth birthday when a very cunning very powerful wolf descended on their home. The boy fought with all his might he fought to save his sister but not even when he finally asked his family for help but they were to scared to afraid of the wolf. but the final strike was dealt to the boy as he faded in and out of consiousness the boy saw his sister being taken away by the wolf. as the world faded to darkness the boy said his final words to his world he was leaving behind. "Dear sister I'm sorry I was never strong enough never cunning enough to truely save you I have failed you and with my last breath I wanted to say I love you.


Details | Free verse | |

A withered soul.

White lines sit ever so vertical;
Upon a tarnished glass
A razor engraves the surface
As though it were the last.
With every line a story told
of a broken life. Up your nose you
feel relief. In a wonderland you explore.
No sence do you make. 
Yet you always want more.
On a stone a story told;
Like the glass you scrap.
Here lies a withered soul.
Because of the choices that she made.
Goodbye my friend.


Details | Bio | |

Try Walking In My Shoes

You'll only collapse and fall and tear your knees open,
Shut your mouth, you cant even imagine what hell I've broken.
Blood leaking from my head everyday only makes me lose my mind,
You wouldn't even survive a minuet in my shoes if you were on my grind.

You say you know everything about me and how to live your own life, 
but face it tho, every night your left alone sitting with a knife.
I defeated that part in life where i have to do something for someone,
walking around with my "Ex Wife" as if it were my gun.

So please stop talking like you know what you got your self into,
cause if i were you i would open my eyes and pray that I'm not true. 
So here it is, if you want to walk a bit in these shoes of mine, go ahead, 
But I can promise you only one thing, in the end you'll end up Dead.


Details | Personification | |

Crude Reality

I once saw a rundown house
sitting on a thin little frame
and thought it pretty to someone.

She doesn't understand,
when she speaks of me the same.

Reflections aren't supposed to lie.
I see less than she, or more depending
on what it is I am searching for,
anymore I see the rundown house,
weakened frame, but I can't find thin.

I think the scale lies,
perhaps just to me.

She says enough is enough,
look in the mirror and see what I see.

What does she see that hides from my own eyes?

I see less, perhaps more,
depending on what it is
that I am searching for.

I see things perhaps with death's eyes,
does she know it is killing me?

Has she seen me fall from grace
and turn from life as if pushed
into the depths of my own grave?

She must know:
it has me hanging on a thin frame,
rundown, weakened from neglect,
I guess I am pretty to someone
but I don't see it the same.

She asked how can you
let it rape you of life?

I guess someone should tell her
that I am already dead,
she doesn't see.


Details | I do not know? | |

Today is Gone

Today I saw my life pass me by
I saw my first steps
My first kiss, he was much cuter when we where little kids
I saw my first day of Kindergarten, Junior and High school, I cant believe I used to 
wear that
I saw me going on my first date
And then going to prom with him 
Then breaking up because he wanted to just be friends,
And how I cried for days
Graduation soon came and how I missed my friends over the years
Then college where I meet my true love, after many misses 
I Gaduated then was soon married the following December
We had twin girls then fell in love and adopted a little boy and soon came another 
boy
I remember seeing them all take there first steps and seeing my two little girls go 
to kindergarten 
But that’s where my life ends,  
Someone took one to many drinks,
“I was only buzzed though.” I heard him say as they walked him passed me,
while I and my youngest son lay under white sheets
I said good-bye to my girls and husband while they where in the operating room
My son Nathan cried when I told he couldn’t stay in Heaven with James, Jesus 
and I
Three lives lost today two without a memory to remember   


Details | Narrative | |

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

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

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

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

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


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 | Free verse | |

Glimmers of hope

The candles we light in honor of your name
Reflect the brightness you gave to our lives
Burn away at the darker side surrounding
Giving way to freedom's path for your spirit
Helping bring healing to the hearts that miss you
Binding you in mind, faith and prayer
So your memory can live on and bring comfort
To those that walk in hope, with you beside them


Details | Ballad | |

Cassandra

Revelation Said In Stone Appeared an Eon ago of Shame and Sin, Something we all know But not it's rise, For is has already became Virtue Flaming Skies from an Angel So Bright The World's Cure for Soul-Blight A Hell on Earth A Savior's Worth So many Dreams are cast then Forgotten So many lives are brought up then just Thrown back down Maybe she is The Cure Maybe she is The Plan All Fear the Flame Failed Creation of Samael She Comes from the Deep She Comes from The Heavens' Vault To End the dawn of the Demon Purge this land of all Vice Kali Yuga will be nevermore The one of Sublime Cassandra, Bringer of Muspelheim Release me and Burn away this land Hold me by The Hand Tell me the past is just pretend Give me The Cure If this is your destiny Then May it be mine I would die in time I'm Just another Obstacle In the way of your divine Wings Forget me Cassandra For Doom was already meant for me All Fear the Flame Failed Creation of Samael She Comes from the Deep She Comes from The Heavens' Vault To End the dawn of the Demon Purge this land of all Vice Kali Yuga will be nevermore The one of Sublime Cassandra, Bringer of Muspelheim Valkyrie of Heart Angel of Grace I surrender to You Savior by Destiny Dispel all Tragedy Especially me All Fear the Flame Failed Creation of Samael She Comes from the Deep She Comes from The Heavens' Vault To End the dawn of the Demon Purge this land of all Vice Kali Yuga will be nevermore The one of Sublime Cassandra, Bringer of Muspelheim


Details | I do not know? | |

A Strawberry she'd be

She's dimming inside dont you see
Go to her she's someone's family
She didnt know the danger that came her way
Others at the shak will just look away
She looked kinda sweet, maybe even new
Little dancing angel, curls shimmered like dew
She wondered about the man who had her sighted
You knew you had her, demon heart so delighted
She loved that first burning white wonder
Her house so clean, her babies deeply slumber 
She met the sly sighter just round the corner
Closing the door quietly as she just stepped away
She didnt notice the smoke billowing their way
Keeping the pain wrenching thoughts from returning to soon
She tells him yes to another cheap room
Hungry sighter pokes her skin
She feels a hot rush that forces a grin
When light comes her soul voids of glee
She feels a moment of clarity and drops fast to her knees
Bodys all over on fire with hope
She's done with white wonder, yes dope 


Details | Free verse | |

'Missing Man Formation'



The joy of soaring 
being one with the clouds
floating in and out

between the blue and white 
closer to something 
that is indescribable 

unless you experience it for yourself

that day the air show had all 
the elements of a dream come true

we flew by so fast
and yet 
thousands saw and were in awe 

happy faces of children and adults alike

so we headed home
we took to flight again 

everybody excited
doing what we love to do... 


No one saw it coming
a whole lot of miasma 
visibility almost none

two planes no longer in the air

lost communication
the search is on - 
a day goes by, no word


tragic reality becomes apparent
both planes went down - 

A final salute at our memorial 
the missing man formation 
our final symbolic flight
with our loved ones looking on...

*Check about this poem section 
to see what inspired this write*

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Details | Free verse | |

Pain In Your Heart

"Art creates the dream of life"


Is that the season?
The leaves are hitting the silent windows
and some roots of trees are creaking,
but I am a dream.
I do not recognize the colors,
when the sun of that town
without time shelters me like Mum.
Which flowers shall I gift to you?
I am not a saint - I cannot revive you.
I cannot even grief.

To gift to you - a last flower.


"Mother"

Bozhidar Pangelov


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Grandad's Missing

There's a void, now
Where once a steadfast heart beat time
The soul in perfect harmony with life's uncertain pulse
With those who clambered eagerly in solace or in joy
To scale that mighty pinnacle
The Rock, within the bosom of the family

There's a void, now
But marvel at the structure, the firmness of the ground beneath
The strata richly layered with wisdom of generations past
A fault free seam constructing firm foundations
Binding those within the bosom of the family

There's a void, now
A hollow cavern 
echoing the anger and the pain
Trust time; it has no fear of finite elements
The source of unremitting pain
Within the bosom of the family

There's a void, now
So fill the emptiness and catalogue the memories
Harvesting the richness of their meaning
The fullness of the seed sown long ago
To bloom forever within the bosom of the family


Details | Rhyme | |

Bukowski

Was it said before? Sure.
Was it said this way? I doubt it.
Perspective is in no way obscure,
And his works are nothing without it.

His motivation’s observed in daily life,
Misery, not just some vague inspiration.
He begs for reason, some way to lessen strife;
His words reflect a resounding desperation.

There seems a need at times to clarify, 
But that’s allowed in his terms only;
So many thoughts seem somewhat ‘rarefied’,
Fed his fire, but made him lonely.

No ‘underachiever’, not just another fool,
But still seeking solace by the glass;
Tempering his stagger and his drool 
With just a bit of ‘kiss my ass.’ 

But, usually, genius ‘sots’ come to ground,
Lucid moments - on the square;
Their driving ‘bolts’ of genius, word or sound,
Only written because they dare.

Yes, you can feel the written “heart”,
But few of us can realize that sort of pain;
No isolated misery… of many lives a part,
Each begs an answer... “Who’ll stop the rain?”

Yes, he’s lived it, seen it, and told it well;
But Timing is the Master of one’s Fate.
Is the timing right?  Funny…only time will tell…
Will you will be a whining sot or dare to be great?

One success can be lucky, we’ve seen that before.
One book, one song, then quietly fade away.
But six novels later, we should know the score;
He must have had something to say.

So, at the perfect time, someone heard.
Someone who was “someone” took someone under wing.
And to those with interest and empathy, they sold his words;
Saying they “are genius” and with “ugly truth” they ring.

But did he create any redeeming changes or impacts?
Yes, what singular influence did all his artful whining bring?
None... just a relentless, repetitive diatribe of sad facts.
Oh, yes…..and a little “ching ching”.

Entered in the "Idiot or Genius" contest 27 March 2014

not so genius

 


Details | Quatrain | |

Dismayed

What was going through your head
When you decided to end your life
Did you consider your love ones at all 
Leaving behind your sons and wife

Failing to show up for work on Monday
Not calling or coming home that night
Leaving your family frantic and scared
So cruel of you to leave them in this plight

You were reported missing to the police
Your car found on Tuesday near Niagara Falls
Witnesses seen you jump in the icy waters
Just thinking about it.....my skin crawls
 
Three weeks later, your body still not found
Your wife is still struggling to stay strong
Posting pictures of you in happier times
Sorrow you left behind will be lifelong
 
Now your boys will grow up fatherless
Never understanding the reason why
Damage done to them emotionally
Tears of confusion and anguish as they cry

A small community remains shell shocked 
The awfulness of it all is so hard to digest
The reasons why we'll never truly know
May your tormented soul now be at rest

12/ 09/ 2013
*A sad and true story, his children are in my son's school.





Details | Couplet | |

Daisy Chains

We make daisies into a chain.
Giggling, laughing, it starts to rain.
We lift our faces to the sky
and soon we're drenched, you and I.

I close my eyes for a moment , brief.
Opening them I'm consumed with grief.
My heart is pounding in the dark night.
Gone is my child, the meadow, the light.

Only in dreams do you come to me.
In morning light my tears run free.
I long for sleep to see you again.
Only my dreams bring relief from pain.


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Concrete Ribbons

On roads to nowhere/everywhere
white crosses dot the countryside seeking
a final resting place abandoned now to 
wait for plastic flowers to be placed as if 
somehow this will bring closure to loved ones 
who mourn their passing from interstate to ether state
from sadness to glory from son daughter mother father 
grandfather orphan to eternal rest. 
White crosses maybe one maybe five 
returning to death no longer alive. 
one brief instant horror to blessed rest
on a cold siding/a concrete ribbon/
a drainage ditch/a nowhere road.
Are they resting there or are they crying 
to let them be with others in this clay
state that means nothing.
now the remains of yesterday clinging to memories faded as
the plastic flowers/teddy bears/grayed out names that 
mean nothing to but a simple few who will 
not let them rest.
Oh my soul mourns to let them free 
let Jeanette go free Bill S. on that lonely road
let B.R. road worker lay his tools and vest and
hard hat down Fred S. is a memory nothing more 
nothing less/let them rest … we long to be at rest 
not be looked upon by passersby who 
wonder why our crosses are in the middle of 
Nowhere/we are nowhere to be found.
We cry for justice of the past/let us sleep where 
we are not where the metal and pain and stench and broken
glass found us …


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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 | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Tragic Feather

Oh, tragic feather what is thy tragedy
No longer freedom gay or certian loft
How is this thy new translation
From a majesty, unto a wing thou hath mighty dropped

Were thou thus, shunned, cast away 
Or merely, cut out or off
As limb from downward spiral angel
Perhaps, a troubled finch or insanity in wayward hawk

Lie, if thou must, be it amidst a deafening silence, lonesome soft
But, I plead, please tell me fallen feather, what hath befallen thee
Thy tuft to ne’er evermore touch again
What life should be, warmth of the summer's breeze

Sleep, sleep now 'neath the alley's gutter greys 
Catching Weeping Willows damning drops
Adrift as the drowning lily dying
In seas of the myriad scattered rots

An accomplice I shall say, within a winter's willing white
And alas, buried ordinary in this doth the corpse delight
Far beneath the crowds held at bay and forever lost
Now thou hath become the naked grove of wicker and then...
                                   the more of naked souless crops


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A child weeps for his Father

Oh Father,
Why have you forsaken me?
Why have you died without taking me?

Hereby I kneel,
Bitterly weeping with painful lament.
Your blood is pouring as a waterfall
All over the spleen of my hands,
And you've left me with just a gun by my side. 

Oh I am alleged with despair,
In this winter cold,
This war that never ceases to dotage,
Neither will give up its greed for more.
I would rather wait until the guards come
Who are guarding the bodies of the fallen
To shoot me in the head forevermore,
Rather than run for my life
Because I am not afraid,
To die in this God-forsaken world.

The gun that awaits by your side,
I eagerly feel to point it at the enemy,
All sorts of thoughts,
Agitating through my mind.

What shall it be? 
Should I avenge my father's death,
Or should I run for the sake of my life?
I'm to young to die,
But that doesn't stop me.
For I loved my Father,
And now I'm left with no one by my side. 

The guards enter,
I grab the gun with agitation,
With drops of sorrow coming forth from my eyes,
Dropping on the gun as the rain falls upon the sun,
My semblance covered with sorrow and wrath.

I shot at the enemy,
But I was shot first,
And as Christ was nailed,
I fall.

And hereby I lie down,
looking up the sky forsaken and forlorn,
blood pouring forth from my chest,
until my blood touches the dust of the earth,
I drop one more tear,
before I die,
And hereby I can finally rest,
with you, Father by my side.


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Bloody Observance

We fight this war as enemies
Yet if we threw away are weapons
We could be the best of friends
We would never know

We fight on impulse
With a fear of slaughter and pain
We came face to face
We did not speak
Only our fears fought  

I now stand above you
Then kneel and close your eyes
I have killed you
I search your pockets and find a photograph
It’s of your mother, wife and children
It’s wet
I look closely and see tears 
Streaming from their eyes
I fall and weep in victory

We were only boys 
Who wanted to laugh and play
And stay alive
Only boys


Details | Rhyme | |

Greatly Missed

A Fathers touch, A Daddy's kiss,
 A grieving Daughter, You're greatly missed.
 
An empty house, An empty chair,
 A fathers love, No longer there.
 
A broken heart, Tear filled eye,
 Another soul to fill the sky.
 
Many memories in my mind,
 Some I laugh, Some I cry.
 
The times we shared, The laughs we had,
 Things I miss when I think of you Dad.
 
Realizing that's all I have to hold on too,
 Only memories, Of what once was you.
 
Missing your laugh, I will never again hear.
 That is the reality that fills me with so much fear.
 
No more smile on your face,
 No more warmth of your embrace.
 
The last hug, The last kiss,
 The last "goodbye" leaves me with one last wish...
 
To have you Dad, here today,
 Never to leave your Daughter this way.
 
A Father's touch, A Daddy's kiss,
 A grieving Daughter, YOU'RE GREATLY MISSED!


Details | Monorhyme | |

Racism

Daily a victim of racism dies
While our government accuses them wrongly with lies
The air is punctuated by their screams and their cries
In response to their pleas we choose not to reply
They beg us for mercy, they beg us to try
But we simply say you're just another guy
They take it with courage but tears wet their eyes
For the world sits in silence and cares not for their lives


Details | Quatrain | |

Wary of Snakes and Possums

Five free range chickens surviving earth’s natural selection...
Spring flowers began to emerge while “Hefei” and hens explored.
Wary of snakes and possums, they moved about with caution.
Hunting, pecking and scratching, together in one accord -

One hen snuck into a pitched tent to lay her lovely eggs.
Behind some plants over wintered in a place nice and warm.
With shattered wing and broken shells, she felt survival plagues.
She emerged escaping death this time, enduring deform.

A few days later, she was gone, feathers strewn about.
One hen, then, another hid…sitting on precious eggs.
Within a month, the strutting rooster crowed his prideful shout.
Nineteen little chicks scurried out close to two hens legs.

ã June 7, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest:  Eggs, but NO epulaeryus
Sponsored by: Black Eyed Susan


Details | Free verse | |

Sister: A Lament

For Maxine


Sister, was there forgiveness for she who bore you?
For us, your siblings and sometime charges?
For all who would not help, but hastened your demise?
The marble coldness of your corpse,
to my touch, is like an electric shock.
The limbs, the torso, with sudden strangeness,
now bear you slight resemblance.
You feared all pain, but died without complaint.
Who can fathom what you felt?
Was there a last, sharp stab?
A welcome to oblivion?
Or even an awareness of your loss?
Or was death no more spectacular
than a tire deflating, slowly,
quietly, unrecognized?
And was that the shame of it?
That your life ended, so early,
so silently, and death
was no extravaganza?


Details | Quatrain | |

DEMON CALLED GOD

The same deadly story unfolds
Mumbai, Pune, Varanasi
Bombs rip apart our souls
When will stop this atrocity

They come in the form of Demons
Kill in the name of God
Nature created species and humans
Why Humans created God?

Bloated egos fill some minds
Hatred makes the world go blind
We are all born to die
This is not the way, we cry

Swear in the name of dead
To slay in the name of God
Dangerous game triggered by man
The same God will destroy man


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

My Thoughts

The loneliness so silently descends.
My mind is mixed, confused, so wrong the feel
Of death, a loss of one no thing can mend.
The touch is gone: the hurt, a broken seal.
The battle done: the pain, so long the fight.
The war, the tears, the cries wash o’er with thoughts;
And what I’d do to make this right tonight 
and end the suffering, a glimpse much sought.
A last warm hand so cold, an ice of touch-
My screams “Come back! Come back!” of shame, of sin
 So mute, so plain, unfair, just not enough.
The fate, in place on stone engraved in pen.

Come back to me that’s all I ask, with hope-
lessness, I hide so desperate to cope.


Details | Rhyme | |

The End

The end is near for you and me.
This boat is sinking into the sea.
Swallowing it up like a cat and mouse.
I will never again see my house.
The Titanic couldn’t sink, they lied.
I can no longer breathe, I tried.
And even though I tried and I tried
I’ve ran out of air, and now I’ve died.
My family will wonder where could I be?
The end is here for you and me.


Details | Free verse | |

Nature's Way

The mantis has caught the butterfly I feel sad Yet I do not want to intervene in a design higher than I


Details | Prose | |

A Happy Ending

A ringing bell in the near-distance makes her delicate body tremble, as she sat on the corner of the opaquely purple stained living room sofa. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. She grew in despair of how that pattern of sound had aroused the tiny hairs on her crinkling hands. She exhales repulsively the last draft of the cigarette she just turned off. A glance at the silver-rimmed ashtray, which rests an arm’s reach away, powerfully depicts that it was one of those nights again. 

 She was content not too long ago. Pampered by his tender words. He was the father of the children they never had. She would name her first born Alexander. Defender of Man. They would live a joyful life, far away from the city’s lights. Far away from it all. 

 That day he did not pick up his gun and secure it in his holster from the smoothly sanded wooden table near the bed they shared as he went to work. That day he did not kiss her forehead, a gesture of safety, which she was so used to every morning. The silent kiss reassured her, everything will be okay and that he will be back sooner than later. That day he did not wake her up from her sleep. Not intentionally at least. That day she woke up to the sound of a bang in the near-distance of their home. That day she was surrounded with thick red. That day she understood how selfish human beings can be. 

She began to shiver uncontrollably, tightly grabbing her left elbow with her right hand. She picks up a container of sky blue ovals which lay on the table in front of her next to her near-empty pack of cigarettes. She recalls what the doctor had said, “One every time you get an attack, ONE ONLY.” One never did the job, neither did five. That day she took ten. That day she slept well.


Details | I do not know? | |

CHALLENGE

Day and night,
I think about the truth,
Behind those hidden curtains,
Trying hard to understand,
How He thinks and do things,
Why is that that our mind so small,
Its hard for us to think beyond? 
Why did He made everything complicated for us?

I sat down my dad called,
To make me face the reality,
My heart started beating fast,
And tears run down my cheeks,
As if there was hail,
I didn't know what to say,
He told me he might not last long,
How am I going to see him?
He is on the other-side of the world?
I am worried about him,
I wish I could die with the people who I love,
I am scared to loose them
And the hard part is I dont know my dad,
I miss him!

I feel like time is close by,
And I didn't live my life as if I wish to,
I can't because things are not the same,
When I see an apple on the tree,
It feels like blood dropping beside my eyes,
I feel strange in this world,
I don't think or see the things I used to,
I stand amongst people who are changed,
In a bad way and yet the worst hasn't begun!

I can't even write my poems the same,
I can't make it rhyme anymore,
I feel like I am all alone in this,
I feel like this is a big challenge,
And I am lost in middle of no where,
I feel like nobody understands,
When the words come out my mouth,
All they hear is bluh! bluh! bluh!
I am disparate to find someone who I can talk to,
Yet I am scared to trust anybody,
I been hurt so many times,

I dont even know how to end this poem if you called it,
I have so much anger that is in me,
That no matter what I say there is still more,
That will never end,
One thing I know is I hate to be here,
And live in a place full of strangers, selfish liars, and untrusted people!


Details | Lyric | |

The End To A Wild Ride

This is the end of all the rollercoasters we have rode
So dont look back
Because the world is going up in smoke
Just ride along with me
We will find eachother when the light goes out

Lost in a Wilderness
Will we find ourselves again
After we have been blown up into peices
Who will survive?
Who will make it to the end?

The clouds will darken
And the sun will go black
There bombs will drop
And Silence our voices

Would we have found the love 
We were searching for in the 60's
Would we have found the peace
We researched in our childhood

Would we have fixed bullying
and told children about Columbine
Would we have stopped the Depression
And told children about the help they can get

Would we be ready when the world ends
Or will we be left in the past
Would we believe in God in time for our ending
Or will we still be selling books on another religion

One day we will forget how to hope and learn how to fear.


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Last Sonnet



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

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


Suyash Saxena 
St. Stephen’s College.


Details | Dramatic monologue |