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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


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STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN

Now my tendrilled soul,
Has found its pergola-- Christ--
To wind its way up....


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))


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Set Yourself Free

Go now, rest your weary heart.
Against the soft moonlit night.

Walk into the valley of peace and tranquility.
Loosen those chains that bind your soul.

Let them fall to the ground, never look back.  
Let the veil of time lift you up.

As the last breath of life seeps from your lips.
Float out of this world and into the light.

Through the veil of time, go now, no time to wait.
For now you are free, free to be who you really are.

Imagine you flying against the golden sun.
Fly with the spirits who light the nights.

Go now to the world beyond time.
Worn out with lost dreams are you.

Go now and let them come true.
Set yourself free from these bones. 



 Feb. 29th  2012   leap year 


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Ode to an impostor


What smug pseudomorph inhabits my reflection,
adroitly mimicking my every manner and expression,
mercilessly mocking me with flawless simulation?
 
She is the great pretender;
a master counterfeiter;
a furtive opportunist;
a thieving imitator.
 
She is a soul-sucking demon of the gravest degree;
a predatory parasite dining on youth and ingeny.
She pillages my health with brazen meretricity;
siphoning my precious hollow of vitality.
 
Time ticks across my aging face
while our eyes lock in defiance,
and in the end, my spurious friend
will demand my full compliance.
 
So, with a twinkling eye I wink at my mirrored facade,
acknowledging this fearsome foe with a playful nod.
Respectfully reciprocal, she gestures back to me in kind,
and we part as esteemed enemies, to my last breath resigned.


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Like The Sun

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


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Death is Not the Enemy

I have found myself at the threshold of death on several occasions. Each time I managed to 
look it in the eye, doff my hat and say, “I’ll catch you up the trail.” This is not to say that I 
am some special breed of hombre that casually defies death, for there have been many who 
have gone the way before me and managed the confrontation in heroic decorum. 
Nevertheless, death is not some evil state of being that only the brilliant or daring may defy; 
nor is it a release from the severity of life. If anything, death is the threshold of eternity. Life 
provides all known qualities, conditions, trials and tribulations that we encounter throughout 
the fruition of our purpose.

Oh, death is not the enemy, for life provides our foes, The ills, disease and suffering… the countless other woes; For this is as it was ordained since Earth was yet to be, When life evolved on other planes, the eye will never see. We all embrace our time and grow in body, mind and soul. We foster wisdom, strength and faith, fulfilling every role. Prepared or not, the time will come, our form will waste away, While life goes on, as is ordained by He who plans the way. No, death is not the enemy, an end that one should fear. It’s but a threshold for the soul to doff its mortal gear, While life transcends its bond with Man to dwell forevermore With He, whose force conceived all life and is its very core.


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The Memoir

Here in the final pages of her life			
She stops to rest a spell on empty lines		
Reflecting on the chapters left behind		
In valleys of a mind deep in contrite		
Where shadows battle with a blinding light		
Conflicting egos fighting on through time		
Their argument life’s reason and life’s rhyme	
They battle for the end that she must write	  	
Two equal pens held tightly in her hand		
Tears mingle with the ink spots on the page			
One pen telling truth one pen telling lies		
Her bleeding words like footprints in the sand		
On lines between a novice and a sage					
One pen she puts to death before she dies

                     ~~~
	
Author:  Elaine George
Written: April 20th, 2014
For Miltonic Sonnet Contest sponsored by: Craig Cornish	

Awarded:  First Place


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Revive the Breakage

High upon the highest heights I see the most tremulous sight A small girl, fair and tranquil Smiling strangely, sitting still Beneath a sobbing willow tree She recites a verse upon her knee She sings a rhythmic hymn Not of death, nothing grim But prays that life will return Even for those who are doomed to burn The girl is a woman now Beneath the tree and upon the cloud She whispers, “I am watching you” Why then are you so blue? A single tear of sadness and joy Rejuvenate the quirky earthly boy Who sits down beneath the blooming tree Listening to her silent voice attentively She reminds him she was once young too That she also was a misty shade of blue But when the boy grows into man He has come to ignore the fair woman Who watches him still from above Burning and swelling with disdainful love The ways of the world have sweltered his heart And time has torn his soul apart Thus he has lost all innocence and light Battling his sinful lust—an endless plight! I watch as he feeds on others’ pains and fears Reducing the vigilant woman to tears The prayer of the innocent has been ignored Life has died and hellfire stored Into the hearts of the impotent In blue, fires of haze their heart is sent Toiling in misery and lament Savaged and severed by our regret The heavenly woman grows old and frail And the man still treads the sinful trail As the rotting tree withers into dust Can I revive it? –I must! Low as low can possibly be I watch myself condescendingly A tombstone, gray and hell-bent Frowning knowingly in bewilderment Above the dust that once was a tree She cries out a verse anxiously Faintly she whispers the undying hymn Not of happiness, nothing of whim And prays that life will come to end For those that break instead of bend


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A Past Life - The Mayan Warrior Princess

A Past Life – The Mayan Warrior Princess
In eerie recurring dreams, like things seen dimly before dawn, Blurred snapshots of memories at a temple pyramid resurface from a time long gone. My ancient soul trapped between two strikingly different worlds, One new - the other centuries old, Reminding me that I have been here before, And of that I am absolutely sure. Familiar faces, smells, sounds, and scenes from a past life I see, Persistent recollections of my life at Piedras Negras continue to endlessly haunt me, Conjuring up images of the Lady K’abel, Mayan warrior princess, I used to be. I am time’s reluctant prisoner, and I sense it will never ever set me free.
In a foggy haze, like a sleepwalker in sluggish slow motion, Body painted cobalt blue, I am made ready for my heavenly redeeming mission. Midnight velvet hair flowing, I lie on an already red bloodstained stone altar, As temple priests prepare me for the sacred sacrificial slaughter. Piously chanting their practiced prayers in unison, They adulate the gracious gods for a new divine king’s ascension. The sharp knife swiftly pierces my sweating feverish virgin skin, But reliving this scene countless times before, I no longer feel pain or anything. And as the universe greedily grasps my restless soul, I float into welcomed oblivion, Knowing that the harvest will be renewed, and ultimately, I will be reborn.
Please Note: This poem is dedicated to my maternal great grandmother who was Mayan. The Piedras Negras, mentioned above, was a thriving Mayan city-state in Guatemala, Central America, from about mid-7th century BC to about 850 AD. While this site is considered remote, during my childhood, I visited frequently with family who still live in this fascinating region. When I visit, I am completely at home and the experiences are amazingly mystical. Piedras Negras means "black stones" in Spanish. The name in the language of the Classic Maya has been read in Maya inscriptions as Yo'k'ib', meaning "great gateway" or "entrance." Entered in contest, "Past Lives" sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire (6-25-2014)


Details | Elegy | |

Remission (In Memory of William Watt).

Birth begins the tragedy in us. Life's
First sound is a blank scream
Against sorrow's hidden portends of strifes
All we know are mirages and dream.

Mother took the news staring at the sky
She must have cried inside
For I have no evidence else. There's no why
For it ... how my rage defied
Her callous front ... he was her first boy
The only hero she spoke well
Of, his name was the formula for joy
In our house: anecdotes tell
Of his escapades ... youth defying fate
He had a cat's tenacity for life
And from evil wills found a golden gate
Of scholarship and exotic wife.


I remember when the years pulled him back
All he came with was a bag
Of books, and a couple suits in novel sack
His eyes time warped, a lag
Of missing years and loneliness enfolding him
But he was handsome still
And my soul cartwheeled at joy's fresh brim
Those moments that he filled
When eyes first contact spelled pride to claim
This aristocrat like a medal
I could wear. So young he was, her true flame
The son of love's sweet recital!

And many days sitting in his shadow, I heard
Him dream big things like stars
Far away, warm things like a fluttering bird
Things made bright to cover scars
In the sore of memory. His mind was his cliff
A risky place in the high winds
And closer to the edge for the Grail he'd drift
O how the giddy world spins!
He died in Kingston: William came and went
And my mother looked at the sky
But until she died, about his memory was silent
And I forever wonder why.

I loved him, you know, he was the first best thing
A poor child had to claim or show
The world ... with him I was no more common. A king
He made me in his gold of glow
Something that I looked forward to meet in me. I,
Like mother, been silence since
But sometimes my heart just heave and would cry
For time this love cannot rinse
And I that moment cannot comprehend, that death
Gave no notice to his lauded day
And like common dust on a wild wind's balmy breath
My brother was swiftly swept away.


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Essence of Eternity


To the peak we must climb

There to seek end of time.


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*After life and death....eternity
** In eternity there is no time.
-----------------------------------

Author: Paul Callus ~ 12th October 2014 
Contest: In its Essence
[The Essence form contains both internal and end rhymes.]
Sponsor: Nette  Onclaud
Placing: 6th


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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


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That Bullet Was For You

While walking through a hospital one day, a veteran I did see
He was in a wheelchair with both legs missing, and he did it for you and me.

I turned around a corner and down another hall
Only for my eyes to behold a family who has lost it all

A five year old cried out,"Why did daddy have to die?"
The mother held her son closer while she greived and began to cry

The mother of that young Marine, who had fought over in Iraqu
Wandered why her son so brave, didn't survive the enemie's attack

The father of that soldier, hung his head to cry
He was a retired soldier himself, why couldn't he have been the one to die?

His heart broken sister, sits in shock and tries to deny
The death of her older brother, he was killed and don't know why

A few days later, a family, everybody all dressed in black
Went to the funeral of a twenty-five year old who too our bullet in Iraq

The Bible says "thou shalt not kill." and "Love your neighbor" too
Maybe our soldiers aren't doing what's right, but they still take your bullet for you

They sleep in foxholes, and eat in trenches, and do all that they know to do
They rest in the sand with no comforts of home and they take your bullet for you

The restless nights turn into days, you wouldn't believe all they go through
THe rest of us sit at home and gripe, and still they take your bullet for you

The next time you hear a 21 gun salute, don't condemn as others do
The next time the taps are being played, remember, they took that bullet for you.


Thanks, Veterans for your sacrifice.


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Behind Bars!!!

The time that I've wasted is my biggest regret,
Spent in this place i will never forget,
Just sitting and thinking about the things that I've done,
the crying,the laughing, the hurt and the fun.
Now it's just me and my hard-driven guilt.
Behind a wall of empty ness I allowed to be built.
I'm trapped in my body, just wanting to run
back to my youth with it's laughter and fun.
But the chase is over and there's no place to hide.
Ever thing is gone, including my pride.
with reality suddenly right in my face
I'm scared, alone and stuck in this place.
Now memories of the past flash threw my head
and the pain is obvious by the tears that I shed.
i ask myself why and where I went wrong
I guess i was weak when i should have been strong.
Living for the drugs and the wings I had grown.
My feelings were lost, afraid to be show en.
as I look at my past it's easy to see
The fear that I had, Afraid to be me.
I'd pretended to be rugged, So fast and so cool.
when actually lost like a blind old fool.
I'm getting too old for this tiresome game
of acting real hard with no sense of shame.
It's time that i change and get on with my life,
fulfilling my dreams for a family and wife.
What my future will hold I don't really know,
but the years that I've wasted are starting to show.
I just live for the when I get a new start
and the dreams I still hold deep in my heart.
I hope I can make it, I at least have to try
Because I'm heading towards death, and I don't want to DIE!


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Senility

The rainbow of reason ends
With a pot of gold and jabberwocky.
When hippocampus dwells in solitary,
       silent,
              eerie,
                    forgotten dormitories
of the expatriated mind.


In planned visits 
To familiar spaces,
When elapsed faces are still hailed with fervor, 
         and hasty,		
                 eager,
                      vivid candor,
As though they had never gone.


Deep in thought
In cavernous bowels tangled lost, 
Remote repartees recurring restlessly. 
          Cautious,
                      wary,
  	                    and ever leery	
of echoing footsteps anxiously nearing, as though someone might overhear. 


As even eyes fail to mirror
The twilight of past vigor,
Speaking in feeble voices muddled beneath walls,
            beneath walls,
	           beneath walls,
	                     beneath walls.
Walking politely in ancient, and empty, imaginary halls.


The stars stop still and unfleeting
Listening to last breaths, and the heart’s last beating,
To hearken timid last words from the past's last illusions,
            past apparitions,
                         past veritas
                                   past delusions,
Where celestial alae still go a-flutter with lost aspirations.


When the frail hand that once held and sheltered
Cannot even rattle dandelion clocks,
Or crush delicate imago wings into dust,
          and caress, 
                  and feel,
                           and touch, 
Save for Elysian veldts
Where the rainbow of reason ends.



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In Gratitude I Bow


_______________________________ In silence and in prayer................. _______________________________ For those who gave everything and never failed to protect for those who left loved ones and tried hard not to look back for those who made it home and for those who's spirits flew on... For you my hat is off in Gratitude I thank God for people like you.. I remember with thanksgiving in painful facets from within each man and women who fought for this country until the bitter end.. Come home my proud soldiers come home once again come home my mighty soldiers come home to mend... In Gratitude I bow... _______________________________ A Debbie Guzzi Contest


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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. 


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Sometimes I wonder..........

Sometimes I wonder.........
Where will I be when I get old
Who will love me for my soul
Thoughts of loneliness cross my mind
Am I running out of time?
It’s so scary in this desolate place 
Staring out a window into space
What have I done during my time here on earth?
Who will be waiting on me?  Did I earn my worth?
Life passes by really fast
Always thought my time would last
Thinking of my people that have gone on before me
Do they know…...Is that where they’ll be?
Remembering the last smile I saw on his face
Will I have to run his same race
Will they leave me alone to think of my time of the past
Or will they surround me to celebrate and have a blast
Pictures and memories is all that’s left
Tear after tear while I take deep breaths
Stones and lettered monument will be there for me
The sunshine and the storms pass while I sleep
In this narrow place I will lie
Unable to speak, unable to cry
Thy will is done and now time moves on
Who is next?  Who will be gone?
Sometimes I wonder…………… 


By  Johnnie Eaves


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The Grand Reunion

The time will come...Then, let me lie easy in a box of natural pine
And please, no bouquets of store bought flowers will I want
Give the money instead to a soup kitchen, they need it more
A flower from your garden or the fields will do just fine

I'd love music; if there is I will hang around a little longer
Just listen as the soft breeze blows, I'll be whispering good byes
Should it rain that day, I'll dance in the puddles as I did as a child
Filled with excitement as cool drops rivulet down my face

As music wafts upon the wind, perhaps I'll frolic bare feet in lush green grass
Perchance it'd be a sunny day, I'd twirl in fields of golden wheat
Then anxiously, run to the whitest of white, sugar- fine sands
Stand on blue green ocean's edge; be teasingly chased by crested waves

Suddenly, I'd realize that I have all eternity; that time no longer has claims on me
I'd stand upon an ageless boulder; feel the vibration of rolling waves
All the while laughing as the ocean sprays cool mists gently wash my face
As I await the awesome moment - the grand reunion of light to light

~*~
For Paula Swanson's "When" Contest


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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 | Carpe Diem | |

HOW TO STOP SWIFT AND STEALTHY TIME THAT BRINGS DEATH

How to stop swift and stealthy time that brings death?
Must we think only of victories, not defeats
and deny that all we posses will be lost as wealth?
Disease and age are our enemies...doesn't health control heartbeats?
Spread those tables and enjoy your food and wine,
dance and sing when sadness knocks, indulge in a life simply divine!


Should we live in the moment as the ancient Romans did indeed:
constantly thinking of invincibility and immortality...
shrugging off days and years of dire uncertainty;
wouldn't it be absurd to embody the essence of their creed?
In South Africa Lekker is a portent of good as the word, " Omens " is;
try to include it in your daily speech and write yourself a funny phrase!  


Some may say, " It's madness! " and laugh as a delirious Macbeth; 
others will accept it and suddenly forget that they are going to die
by contemplating this motto," How to stop swift and stealthy time that brings death? "
God's curse on the human race can be undone, if we don't believe Satan's lie!  


How to stop swift and stealthy time that brings death?
Isn't it an impossible wish for all the living who can't escape reality?
Although science offers much hope with their findings on longevity...
we are bound for our graves without a single breath! 

 
 
 


Details | Elegy | |

Elegy for Michael Jackson (1)

Refrain:
You shimmering waves on the ocean blue
Dance not again, he cannot dance with you
You weeping forests where the winds wail too
Let your bright tears fall in the pool of dew
The world of pop will never be the same again
The king is dead, and life is a dream so vain.

          Did you know the king? Did you listen him sing?
          Did you hear his heart breaking like daylight
          In each song? Did you see him dance, or bring
          Your sense to space invisible wounding his flight?
          I was thirteen, just walking away from twelve in
          Time when dreams lie broken at the white wall
          I heard with his brothers five, and saw him spin
          The great magician dancing for each curtain call.

          Time spanned dust: a five year old sensation rose
          In white clouds with black glory beaming rainbow
          "Stop the love you save may your own" had expose
          The urgency of his soul: the anathema of scarecrow.
          O, but who will listen to the artist's pain? Did you
          Stop and think that rage could become so beautiful
          On stage? Michael sang and still you had no clue
          About the hell he was going through. Twas wonderful

          How he became the initiator of our reconciliation. O
          "You and I must make a pact, we must bring salvation back
          Where there is love, I’ll be there" they sang, and so
          All the while building a bridge between White and Black
          "I’ll reach out my hand to you, I’ll have faith in all you do
          Just call my name and I’ll be there" but we doomed forgot
          What cities were burning, and what he was yearning to do
          The subtext to greatness has an eternal sorrow for plot.


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Beyond A Last Goodbye

If it were my time to pass
  that day....at last
    ...where I needed to pick and choose
       the proper words to use
         On that one last night, my eyes would see the stars that shine
           or shadow of the moon
             And the time we thought would be forever was over
                And the paths we walked, must now be severed

       Never would I want to see your tears
       Never would I want to measure time, or loss, or what the years have cost

       I would hope to walk my thoughts through clover
       I would hope to find my voice rising like a silver sound
       As a white moth drifting…from flower to white flower
       Peaceful and sure
       Person to person
       With love, assurance, gratitude
       However the words be said…
       I pray that they will leave in their void…a peace, instead

For days have slid into years, years into decades
       If death silences the words
       Nothing will silence the truth of what we have shared
       Nothing will silence how much we have loved

 For goodbye is just a word, a simple word that does not matter…

       I will be the white moth….forever, I’ll hover
                  When goodbyes must be said
                     Don't dwell on the sadness,  we'll be here together…

                         I will still be here….I will be your wings
                         I will flutter my own, we will need no words
                                  Watch for me….that moth will be me
                                        and the voice you hear

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before i die

four different things i have to do
before i vanish, from the earth without a clue
they will murmur while taking me to my resting place
that i did what i promised to do or at least i did my best
hey you, just listen to my worries
i was a good boy who liked his mama,papa and school
there also was my all time sweetheart 
 they called her rose and she has angel eyes and lips like cherries
i loved her like a innocent lover 
but could not tell her 
someday after she moved to a new town
i stood there weeping and my head was down
i never heard or saw her again
as i am having little time left for me
my first thing to do is find and tell her my feelings soon.
i don't know what i am crying for
don't i believe  there is never an end
in my past i always running for money
i never cared for others 
and now i am suffering for that i am sure.
where are my near and dear ones as i am lying down here alone
where is my son and where is my sweet little girl tory
my second thing to do before i die is
call all of them and tell them sorry.
i loved my wife and she loved me too
she was like the most beautiful flower and i was the tree
we both climbed the success mountain
holding each others hand and promised we never would fall apart
but she died peacefully and set herself free
i was hurt like a wounded bird 
and never went to see her resting place
now i quietly counting the number of years since she was gone
and it is a long time of seven
third thing is to tell her , we will soon meet in heaven
 all of my life i never believed you
never prayed, i never went to your holy home 
 as i became a sad and lonely person
and as my bones became weak and my hairs grey
i understand true value of yours
and last thing i want to do is 
for once i will go to church and pray.


Details | Rhyme | |

Old Tom

Eight times he looked death right in the eyes, sometimes facing freezing nights when nobody heard his cries, sometimes getting into fights with others of his kind, left almost crippled twice, and one time nearly blind. Another time he got run over by a car. No matter, though, he had a mighty lucky star. That old, bold, grey tomcat, forced to live outdoors, often fell off walls but landed on all fours! Now going on nine lives, Old Tom still thrives. Written 1/9/12 for the 9 Poetry contest of Tracie- Indigo Dreamweaver


Details | Classicism | |

The Vultures

The vultures are waiting for the night.... Waiting for the sun to die...
They will find me in my darkest hour and pick my bones dry...
I rock in my painted corner, humming a little song...
I dwell on my disease, the one I've dwelled on for too long...
My castle has grown smaller as I lie awake in wait...
My dreams have become fewer, as ever closer comes my fate...
Now's the time for prayer, as the tears fall from my eyes...
They look at me and squawk, as they plummet from the skies... 






Details | Acrostic | |

Abigail

Fleeting And With Vague Reference To Memory, Her Vision

Ruptures and Blurs: All The Lines Seamlessly Creasing 

Onto One And Other. The Air Tastes So Much Sweeter When

Machines Pump the Air In And Out For You.


                                - Don't Even Have To Remember To Breathe -


Tedium Enslaves The Mindset, and Causes The Irrational To

Hemorrhage Fourth, Displacing Any Emotional Grounding, And

Eradicating Any Sense of a Self Obtained Freedom


                                  - Sleep My Sweet... Sleep -


Twisted Metal Splayed Across The Concrete, The Haunting

Horrific Sound of Sparks Generated By The Rapid Deceleration.

Only The Front Seats Remained Intact As The Frames Crumpled 

Under The Tremendous Pressure. The Dread Comes Before The

Gripping Fear, The Acknowledgement of Impact Forces The 

Hands To Curl Up Into Fists and Squeezes The Sweat from 

Tightening Palms. Time Rushes To a Stop, and The High Pitched

Screams, Become Disturbingly Deep Rumbles.


                                     - It Hit The Back Harder -


Onset Bewilderment as a Result of the Fear. She Moves Her Hand

From The Bed, and Touches The Skin On Her Dads Wrist.


                                      - He Stokes Her Hand Gently With His Thumb -


"Abigail" He Whispers, His Cheeks Stained With The Inevitability.


                                       - His Hope For Her Had Withered  -


Destiny is The Harshest Mediator of Time and Regret,

Yet It Presented Her With No Answers. She Struggles

Intricately For The Reasoning of The Event,

Never Fully Understanding Where She Was 

Going, And Why She Was Going Alone.


                                        - Her Words Stifled By Mucus -


Caressing Her Head and Stroking Her Hair,

He Let The Warm Liquid Stream Down His Face.

It Made Snail Silver Lines When Reflected

Light Shimmered Through It. He Held Tight,

Delicately Supporting Her Neck.


                                         -  And Laying Her Down -

                                                         - He Kisses Her Forehead -

                                                                       - "Goodbye My Sweet" -


Details | Quatrain | |

As Far As I Can

Sore to the bone
Running on a drop of energy
Just gotta push through
I'll rest eventually

My shoulder has gone numb
But my body feels her weight
As if she's gotten heavy
Since her unconscious state

If I could, I'd stop right now
But who knows how safe it is here
And if I could even start again
I may fall asleep I fear

Soon my body will give up
But I'll make it as far as I can
And hopefully haven isn't too far
And I can put her in helping hands

Walking all day and night
It's hard not to think on past
And any thought I come up with
Has me struggling to hold sobs back

I've kept my ears open
Trying to focus on only sounds
But all I keep on hearing
Is my shoes crunch on foreign grounds

Bang. I hear it softly.
So far but still so near.
Bang. Another gunshot sounds
And I've collapsed in fear.

I close my eyes but another goes off
This time in a memory
And now I'm filled with rage
At how repulsive humans can be

My thoughts turn to my baby
Slipping off of my shoulder
I set her down and examine her
Bloodstained gown and skin colder

My worst nightmare but it can't be true
I listen in for her sweet breath
No. No No. No No. No No.
What's this silence? This isn't death.

This time I don't close my eyes
I see a sight that makes me sob
Memory of the last I saw my wife
And now my baby's with her mom.

Each one of us left covered in crimson
By a monster, a gunshot, a blow
Their death is the death of me.
This is as far as I can go.


May 2010
Inspired by Morris Gleitzman's novel "Once," a historical fiction about a boy in Poland
during the Holocaust.


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The Beauty In Futility

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It doesn’t affect you
and you never deserved me

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


Details | Rhyme | |

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 | |

The Lifetime Clock

Tick tick tick
Tainted not sick
Brick by brick
Look with your eyes 
See for what will hide
As time ticks by

Clock strikes 1
Just want to have fun
Better run
A fatal sigh
As time ticks by

Seconds minutes and the hour
For time holds all power
Fate cannot be faced 
So feel how lies inside time are laced
Hate love life and death are embraced
It’s the life we wish to copy and paste
The love that is to sweet to taste
Hate is to bear
And death is for some to fear
Where the secret does enlye
Time ticks by

Will it be the end
Or is it a gift after that time will send
For some it will not mend
Every drip of life will be drained
Sympathetic drips from the sky will rain
Life will die
As time ticks by
The clock hands lock
Ticks slowly stop
Tick tick tick
Drip drip drip
Times up that’s it 


Details | Personification | |

Dark Shadows

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

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

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


Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 
copyright@2010 


July 18, 2010 


Author Notes: 

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


Details | Free verse | |

Unphysical

I drop my words
Into a vacuum
-So there's enough room-
But they're vacuumed up
By the lack of air
'Cause I made no wings
To bear them

Without force
I let them go
I let gravity
Take it's course
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Go up in flames
Or slowly rust

All that's eternal
Is that's pure
Pain and hate
And love -no more

And I'm so scared
That it's all in my head
That life's a steady march
To dead
Dead ends
and culs-de-sac
Take one step forward
Then quick!
Turn back.


Details | I do not know? | |

Back for Good

Absense makes the heart grow fonder
Did you miss me? A question for you to ponder
Even if you said you did not you are a liar
The bad ones back and its you that I am after

Before you jump through some hoops to look better
Paint your nose red to end all illusions of laughter
Drive in your little car that shoots water from the bumber
And crash in the fire pit created by me the helter skelter

Did you miss the way I used to play with your mind
Ask you pointless questions in ever setting rhyme
Makes you wonder how can I be so good at telling lies
What rhymes with stupid? Look in the mirror see your demise

As you get tattoos of pointless things on your body
Waisting the talent of art you scream for a lobby
Except noone can hear you cry as the ink bleeds
Into your skin you are marked like a farmer does to his pig

Branded from life is this what you meant to do
Pointless ink cant hide what its covering in you
Just as the numbers on the arms of all those harmless Jews
Marked to die your day will come as you kneel on the pue

Die for him for he died for us they said
Bunch of bullsht he committed suicide for what? the dead?
Gimme a break take the good book back to Disneyland
Tell Mickey Mouse to keep it locked up with the Pirates of Carribean

For he is much more a God to me
I can see his lies and deciet unlike the hero of creed
Glad you know whos boss in this underworld
Better get a clue before you brand yourself again in swirl


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 | Rhyme | |

Only God Can Answer

When I was very young, 
Dad and I would fly my kite.
So one day I finally asked him, 
"how does God make wind and light?"
"Only God can answer that."
He told me with a smile.
"So ask him when you get there!"
I nodded, then played a while.
When we first turned sixteen, 
my best friend got a brand new car.
We had plans for Friday night, 
but Wednesday, she didn't get far.
I cried when I hung up the phone, 
"Daddy! Why my best friend?"
He came and sat down on my bed, 
as we talked about the end. 
"Only God can answer that."
He told me with a smile.
"So ask him when you get there."
Then I laid and cried a while.
Further down the road, 
I stood dressed up in white.
The night that I'd been waiting for, 
I'd found my Mr. Right!
I asked, "Daddy why am I so blessed?
I seem to have it all!
When some just have no luck, 
they don't have much at all."
"Only God can answer that."
He told me with a smile.
"So ask him when you get there."
Then he walked me down the aisle.
Then thirty years flew by.
Two jobs, Dad's cancer, and my baby.
and Daddy's time grew shorter, 
and every day became a maybe. 
Then sadly the Dr. said "its time to say goodbye "
and by his bed I stood.
I just couldn't believe it, 
that he'd be gone for good.
"Daddy why do you have to go?"
I asked him as I sobbed.
I knew it was his time, 
but still, my heart felt robbed. 
"I'll ask him when I get there..."
he told me with a smile.
"If I even care! I'll meet Jesus in a while!
I know you think that this will hurt you, 
but these days are grains of sand, 
and heaven is the Ocean!
We'll be together once again."


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My Angel

My angel sit beside me I can see you in my sight
You walk with me I feel your warmth like overwhelming light
I hear your breath against mine I smell your scent 
I walk my path with a knowing your strength is now mine
Love you taught me right from wrong you explained 
The first rule is to smile it takes your soul to a great domain
I see you run and play in my dreams 
Hiding behind the curtains I see your vision 
Oh angel of mine you guide through
An embrace from you I hold close 
Like the roses that bloom their is beauty in mind of you
A time ago I held you close time ago I held your hand 
A forever kiss placed upon your lips 
Will last forever a love that is so strong noone can complete
To have you now would make all of me complete even in my sleep
I would give all the diamonds to pay for just one more moment 
I can never fill my heart full as there is a hole that does nt hide 
It is always there I carry that with every beat from my heart
A thought comes to mind and its you an honesty of all 
I love, I will always love ,My Angel .....
A missing part of me that just does nt die 
Tears keep hitting my cheek the pain does not subside
That is true love between my angel and I....


Details | Free verse | |

Silly slumber

A swirling gold wind
Speckles of dust
I thrust my neck in to feel this
I am bewildered, a smothered vine
floating into the ending
but I want to fight
Want to get up and break knuckles and limbs
to spread seeds
and say I mattered

This is the time we’ll remember and I can’t forget
that man on the corner
How we’re all allowed dreams
and those who shatter
are lessons for those who haven’t slept yet
I’m closing eyes to remember the fabric
of the depth of Godliness
The heat in my chest, the badness

And I’m weighing the contents of time to find
where I should be standing
Tightroping on the thin line before it’s enough
and my promises are voided as bluff
I’m mourning
Wailing against the sepulcher of my birth
The tomb of my purpose
And the dead leaves that surround the contents of my body
are ‘raptured’

There is no more time
We’re weeping in the instant we begin again
But they have left us
with our own salvation in our hands
and nowhere to go
No peace to find sleep
Good mourning


Details | Lyric | |

Remember you

I open my eyes
to another day
as the sun climbs
I fade away
im carried to a place where i feel no pain
carried to a time before you went away

I still feel you close, feel you here
in this life we chose its all so clear
when I remember you, remember you

I close my eyes
from another day
as the moon blinds
I fade away
im carried to a place where i feel no pain
carried to a time before you went away

I still feel you close, feel you here
in this life we chose its all so clear
when I remember you, remember you

 


Details | Free verse | |

Dear mum

Dear mum

I’m sorry faith didn’t give us
Much time together
For I long
Every time I sit at a table
For your delicacious
Meals

For every time I see 
A mother and child
I can’t help but wish
It were us

Every time I receive a hug
I wish it was from you

Every time I pick up
A picture of you
I wish you would talk to me

Every time I pick up
Your clothing
I wish I could see you in them

When I close my eyes
I see your face
Smiling at me

When I look in the mirror
I see you staring back at me

When I listen
To the song of the wind
I hear a string of your voice
Lingering

Of course
 I love these things all
And treasure them
But I’ll also like to
Have the others

I’m selfish
And will love to have 
Them all
Everything you is 
Always welcome
I’ll never run out of space
For you.


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Free verse | |

War Mentality

They come from a different era
where patriotism is a just cause
they would fight for the true blue
never mind who was right or wrong

they stood staunch and egos proud
their chest out, backs straight and chins up
they come from an old style of thinking
I fight today as my father and grandfather did too.

fighting for an eye for an eye tooth for a tooth
I will die to serve my country even if its a lie
if you try to invade our land
we will come and conquer you

we are defenders of the truth
but the old timers forget
and the young ones have a narrow point of view
there was a time when the immigrants were Irish, Italians and jews

racism was rampant and that hasn't changed
Christians today still preach
'Jesus is savior they say repent your evil ways
pushing their rhetoric just like the roman empire did

amazingly America seems to be doing the same
history seems to repeat itself time and time again
war, religion, oil and what we perceive  as freedom
we invade again and again and call it defending democracy

yet the intelligence comes from spies and other governments
because they have shared interests in different types of policy
they all carefully choose their words
because one slip of the lip could trigger war as it has happened before

todays war on terrorism is a campaign designed  to instill pain 
and un-trust to drain our resources from us 
And our leader claimed up front this is not a religious war
yet he paraphrases from the bible we'll get those evil doers

you see bush fooled our religious leaders too.
he used their belief in Jesus he tricked 'em all just to get their vote
he claims he's a born again Christian and this Christians embraced him holly
but then one day bush spoke to Jesus and asked what to do with Iraq

Jesus responded Invade that country
Now dont get me wrong Jesus was not about war 
he taught of peace, love and compassion
however his message has been twisted and turned over time 

and history shows the hands of Christian religious leaders are always bloody
because they twist the truth to control dictatorship is always the goal
Bush had been plaining war before a judge handed him the seat
on his first day he signed a bill into law prevent any criminal charges against him



Details | Senryu | |

a lost little girl

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


Details | Free verse | |

He is sleeping

Frightened and tired
his eyes stare into the distance
as he once again faces reality
in the ghastly fate that dealt its lot.
Beads of sweat fall down like stars;
like the storm pounding outside his window.
This is the dawn he rises to every morning.

I take hold of his frail hand beckoning tenderness
as one would a knife to the chest.
Yet his weak smile defies the eminent death  
threatening to consume him.
He turns his gaze upon my eyes…
It won’t be long now…

The shadows lurk in his mind, 
but he glimpses a tear slipping from my cheeks
and says, “No regrets. No hate. No fear.
It’s time to wake up, slumbering one. 
The day is here.”

I manage a sorrowful smile 
and reply, “Your heart has already won,
my brave one.” As he lies back once more,
the soft beeps counting down his final few breaths slow.

“Aren’t they beautiful?” he dreamily asks.
Leaning closer, I inquire, “Who?”
“The angels are singing.” he sighs.

As the green line finally stretches to a flat horizon,
I whisper brokenly to the rain, “Shhhh.”…

“ He is sleeping.”

*(A tribute to children that have lost the fight against cancer.)


Details | Quatrain | |

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.





Details | Light Poetry | |

Say it Ain't So

Verily, how terribly
How I consider carelessly
All the Time I've spent in Rhyme-
Pondering my Mortality!


Details | Free verse | |

The Baby Blue Bonnet

The smile on one's face makes them feel glad again
My sister always had a smile to share
Once came time for her birthday,
A handsome boy came to call
And along with him,
A baby blue bonnet that pleased us all.

The smile on her face showed us she was glad
She leaned in a gave a sweet little kiss
Then the Civil War started and he had to go
She would be crying for him.

The bleak war raged on
Many were dead
She was pining for him.

The sheets of casualties came and they left
Many were torn to pieces
My sister dear cried,
"He has died and left me!"
She hugged the dear baby blue bonnet.

The time was bleak when she claimed the body
Sister dear had to wear black
When came the funeral,
She brought with her
The beloved baby blue bonnet

She refused to wear the hideous black hat
"Instead the bonnet!" she cried
For she would remember
The sunny day when,
He gave her the baby blue bonnet.


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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.


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The Beauty Of Austria Shattered

I remember the dream of Austria
As the war for me was finally closing 
High in my turret upon the Sherman
I entered this mountain paradise at last
Until I reached the earthly gates of hell

Within those eyes I found despair
That spark of life long dead
Their hearts filled of solitudes poison
Muted voices no longer calling out
Thousands of souls starving for hope
Existing amongst corpses who had lost it
Now just shadows of the once proud
Crushed by tyranny simply because they “were”

Empty men drifting about lost in a miring haze
Praying for the peace only death grants
So very few seemed to hold onto humanity
They had nothing to fear because all was lost
As I stood at the hells gates called Mauthausen

In that moment I found the truest of evils
Under the threshold of Hades a toxoid of hatred
Not truly comprehending what my eyes spoke
Numbed in fears I never knew subsisted within me
Standing frozen I wanted nothing more than to run
As the shell of that crying man fell in my arms
I am haunted by his words…”godheid bedanken”
My faith transfused giving him a moments hope

Within those high peaks of the songs of paradise
I lost my soul at the gates of a concentration camp
Every night since I hear his voice thanking God
He called us the wrath and thunder of reckoning
But…I was just a boy with rifle searching for a respite


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


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Picnic time Aussie style

Picnic time Aussie style

Picnic time 12 noon, is dinner time
Was had beside the river
We would grill our lamb chops 
On pieces of fencing wire
Quartpot was all a quiver
 
Tea was cast into the old Quartpot
When the water almost boiled
And boiling tea still I can see
Tastes different I recall

Building the fire 
watch the death adders ire
if you pick him up with the wood
foot long death, invisible yes
city dwellers often caught, it’s not good

If the Geegar ant gets in your pants (tiny black ant)
You will know he is there in a bit
And the Bullant one inch 
Will bite like a pinch     (pain)
His mates will attack, 
you are it     Don Johnson

Ah yes them little geegars 
will bite n smite you well
and bullants come like an army 
advancing into hell

If you get ants in your pants 
it is no fun, the geegars are biting now
you are grabbing gripping awful ants
until you get the cow


Yes little death adder you don't see till you step on him, then both ends
head and tail strike at your foot. If you saw em first you stomped on the head.
The Brown snake the most common you will see, his head neck can flare
a bit like old Cobra, and he will  kill you quicker......cheers mate.....Don


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Sand Castles

Upon a beach I came to stand
And watched a child at play. 
He did while playing in the sand
A point of life convey. 

With scoops and buckets he did build 
A structure tall and grand. 
And to the child the beach did yield 
A castle made of sand. 

But as he left, I do recall, 
Away I did not turn. 
And with the coming night would fall
A lesson to be learned. 

The tide came in, with force did strike, 
The castle could not stand. 
And I was shown how life is like
A castle made of sand. 

And man is but a child at play, 
His works they will not last. 
For all he builds within days
Shall be by time surpassed. 

Each thing we do, Each thing we say, 
Each notion we conceive,
They all to soon shall pass away, 
Yes, this I do believe. 

We leave no mark, we leave no trace
That shall forever stand 
Be sure my friend time will erase
Our days however grand.


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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.


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The trail of the dying sun

The trail of the dying sun
told me of your tears
and the west wind
brought me your name

The river spoke
of all our fears
the ocean
felt the same

The earth waits to receive your bones
and your spirit be cradled by sky
all we are is dust and thought
dust and thought until we die


Details | Free verse | |

Death comes to an Old Man

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


Details | I do not know? | |

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.


Details | Sonnet | |

Deathbed Discourse

This past week I lost two good friends. The one friend I lost to cancer. The poor guy
suffered horribly. All through his ordeal his wife was by his bedside. I began to reflect
on this and I tried to put myself in his place. What would I say? What would I think
knowing I was about to die? Shortly after I composed this sonnet.

Weep no tears for me at this time and place.
A thousand eyes change not my destiny.
All living things must die eventually
Except my love for you, which I embrace.
Feel not sad for me looking at my face
Although it's old and wrinkled you can see
A budding rose should age so gracefully.
My time grows near my love; in any case
Your life goes on nevertheless my love.
So wipe those eyes dry of life's mournful dew
And think not this time undeserving of.
Life had been kind, more so, finding you.
A lifelong companion envied above
By angels and cherubs alike. Adieu!


Details | Rhyme | |

Waking the Demon

Waking the demon

Do not try to conceal your lies
I know there is no truth inside
The words you spit are just to hide
For nothing good comes from lies
You will just get lost in your mind
Brewing slowly the blackness becomes
Overwhelming storms if deceit
Ones that drag and bury you deep
Crushing, smothering you need to break free
But the lies have you by the throat
No what can you do besides choke
You can flail and scream in its grip
But sorry now this one won’t slip
You built all this, your own decay
You woke this demon now you pay
The only way is out just to say
"This is it there is no other way"
There coming now don’t try to fight
Your body’s weekend, walk to the light
All this time you have thought you deceived
All this time you thought you got away
Too bad everything’s not how it seems
And that to you was just a dream


Details | Rhyme | |

The End

The time will come
When days will end.
All life will cease.
The end of Men.
The earth will die
With no remorse,
As nature takes
Its plotted course.
No children left
To wonder at the sky,
Asking all their questions 
With wondering eyes.
The time will come
When the sun will rise,
Only to be seen
By dead men’s eyes.
No plants to drink
The golden light,
They all will be gone
Struck dead in their plight.
The population will perish,
The world will stop;
All will be gone,
Animal, plant, human, and crop.
The time will come
When all will grow dark,
No sun left
To find the earth as its mark.
Then the wounds are too deep,
Too many to mend.
Time will be over,
The earth is dead.
The end.


Details | Couplet | |

Autumn

Immersed in the sound of the low rustling wind
Memories and places they haunt yet again
Passed by so quickly as each falling leaf
Drifting and flowing on an unyielding stream
A current to carry from birth right on through
Filling our moments with cares which ensue
A mind lost in remnants of lovers and friends
Babies and children and time long since spent
Familiar, intangible, just out of reach
Longing for ghosts that my heart doth beseech
Winter is looming and summer is past
A time for remembrance the years gone so fast
Beauty is captured in my last breath of life
The sparkling colors in the warm golden light
Do mimic the glory and wonder be told
In those bright days of autumn and a life to behold
 


Details | Free verse | |

night visions

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

                  deeper...

               trapped...

          in clarity.


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For Grandmomma Pt 1

A lot of lessons learned./ I sip this Hennessey and fought the burn./ My mind is clouded with 
so many memories./ I hear your voice "Boy pick yourself up off your knees"./ But I wonder 
why God would take you away from me./ Please Lord I need some clarity./ Nothing makes 
sense.  I cry, I can't lie nor deny I'm drowning in my own dark obscurity./
     The pain remains inside./ Eating me alive./ I wonder without you if I'll survive./ I try and 
hide from the responsibilities in my life, but have no success./ So I'm left with this heartache 
in my chest./ Tears roll down my cheek./ Does that make a man weak?/ God I need to 
know./ Was it just her time to go?/
     So many times I sit down attempting to express what I was feeling,/ but my heart and 
mind wasn't willing./ Nothing I wrote seemed to be enough,/ to compliment you and your 
motherly love./ Every time I thought of you I felt like balling up in a fetal position and dying./ 
I could not write about you without breaking down and crying./
     For awhile I carried a bad attitude./ Looking for an excuse to accuse anyone in my family 
forever disrespecting you./ I think about all the tears my grandmomma shed./ I wished her 
alive and everyone else dead./ Was it my imagination or was it your pretty face I saw in the 
clouds?/ I hope you're looking down on me and you're proud./ And you're hearing my voice 
right now somehow./ I wish there was a button I could push to rewind./ So I can tell you 
what's on my mind./ Kiss your check./ Have you speak./ Hold you just one more time./
     Your passing took away my energy./ You said you would never leave me./ You were 
always so honest./ So when you broke your promise,/ It left me confused./ I felt cheated 
and my soul was bruised./

Con't in Pt 2


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So

So
WLM
Wilncrazy555
May 10, 2011

I love you so 
And in this lifetime you will never know
The love in my heart 
Has been there from the start
The first time on metrodate
The site of our union
We always had our ups and downs
But we weathered through the obstacles
To where we are today
And each day from here forward
Until the precious Lord takes me away
To the place of glory and contentment
But even in Heaven I will be
Watching over you and guiding you
To find the perfect image of me
To carry on the traditions of glorious marriage
Which you will not be deprived of 
While you are still young and beautiful
Which will never change?
For you beauty is endless to mine eyes
For the time being while I am still with you
I will always love, honor, and cherish
Beyond imagination and comprehension
You are my queen and the mother of my children 
Who will grow into the years? 
From youth to adulthood
Knowing they have always been loved
To the fullest extent imaginable
From this day forward
I pray these things in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost
Amen

Chorus
Our father is always there
He knows in our hearts what we need
He guides us in our daily lives
Our father he will always be


Details | Romanticism | |

MY HUSBAND, MY LOVE

My husband comes to me from beyond a curtain,
      His soul visits me, of that I am certain,
           For in a dream, I see his face,
       He comes to me only by God's grace.

          Albert has been dead for many a year,
 But soulmates aren't separated, that is quite clear,
          Neither time nor space can keep us apart,
           For we have been together from the very start.

           He came to me when I was near death,
           Only sheer will kept my Life's breath,
           He stood on a cloud, all fluffy and white,
           It would have been easy to join him that night.

       But something inside me made me scream "NO"!
       "My children still need me, I'm sure that you know,
        Losing you and then me, would be too big a blow,
         I'll be with you shortly, you know how time flows."

                      I loved that man, I miss him still,
                      He was so warm, always a thrill,
                       He was the "light" of my life and he still is,
                       I was his wife and will always be his.


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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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Bobby

Is it possible that I may strive to think
Of what has never been
Or that such would raise me from where I sink
And wipe my sorrow clean
Day and time pass but memory remains
The archive of our knowledge and our pains
Against this bruised part of me your face press
Little nephew, and my love finds no rest

Your mother says, as if the dead still grow
Out of the dust of time,
You would be thirty five, could you but know
This side of life sublime
But I shall never see you stand again
Beside the gate, calling my son to ride
With you, or play like swallows in the rain
His brother came though to be by your side

But none can tell what compose that world yet
Nor how my flesh keeps faith
With me, if may leave its house at my death
Leave close its broken gate
And free from time and space reclaim being
In some place where spirit returns longing
For earth within the bars of time, for old
Memories that round eternity roll

Yet without the pulse of time's cycling pall
The ebb and flow that age
The lost past living only through recall
The shadow on the stage
In which we believe, but ne'er apprehend
The fading light and the shift of scene again
The laws we write as candles in the night
A wind broken dream intimating sight

Bobby, Bobby, I have no final why
Or reason for my tears
The deeper things that make the oceans sigh
Through veils of misty years
As if some deeper wisdom unengaged
Ponders something in our frail sorrow caged
And yet can find no wing except this grief
To weep our life and renders some relief.

I miss you, little nephew, and remain still
A fan, though no more you
Play the ball and let men shout at their will
Or sing melodies blue
About the earth, and man's injustice to man
Nor can I listen the telling of each plan
You had, and against this void now I scream
This senseless violation of our dream!


Details | Cowboy | |

I'll Go a Ridin' No More

I’ll go a ridin’ no more through blue stem or chaparral,
Just lead my horse to pastures of green.
I’ll watch those rose ruby suns ease on past the ol’ corral—
Think back on the things I’ve done and seen.

Oh, you can’t go on a ridin’ for all your livelong days—
You’ve got to know when to settle down.
You’ll gently pet your ol’ horse as you put her out to graze
And soon life won’t seem so bad in town.

But when blue bonnets and the high plains send their callin’ card,
Your restless feet start to feel that itch.
Then it don’t matter if you’re stove-up or your butt is lard—
That feelin’ calls to the poor and rich.

Just once more I’ll go a ridin’ in the sorrel and sage—
Testin’ my ol’ horse for all it’s worth.
And I know that time cannot stop me, even at my age,
From ridin’ free of the reins of earth. 


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Dark Pathway

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

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


Details | 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 | Free verse | |

Without Any Warning

Without any warning,
you cast your sails,
for that magnificent journey,
where happiness dwells.
You told me often,
and  I recall it so well,
be true to yourself,
I will always remember Tom Bell.



Tom, you often gave me advice,
I know you didn't think I listened,
but I did.
I will miss you my friend,
Your friend forever, Christy
"Goodnight Moon"


Details | Free verse | |

i wish

i wish you could have
looked deeper into
my eyes 
and knew what
was there for you

i wish you could
have known what my
lips were trying to
tell you but were 
afraid to do so

i wish i had held 
you closer. that i had
known that one  day
would be the very
last time i would 
see you

i wish you could have 
known what my heart
said each time i saw you
how i felt when my hands
touched your face


i wish i had told you
how it made me feel
when you kissed my
lips over and over 
and told me how 
beautiful i was

i wish you could have 
been braver and therefore
able to tell me what you
were going to do
when you were so sad

and ... i wish and i wish,
and i wish,  but all i can see
is you,  and how handsome
you were the last time
i saw you; and how i 
longed to tell you i loved 
you too...

i wish.


Details | Verse | |

And You Will Know Me By The Trail Of Dead

And you will know me by the trail of dead,
the whistle of wind in cutthroat pipes,
the jolly japes and spring heeled capers
in the sepia pulp of the Sunday papers
and in all the Jack Tar bilge in your head,
for you will know me by the trail of dead.

And you will know me by the trail of dead
the gory tales of bright crimson stripes.
the intestinal spool of viscera and gutting,
the slashing swipe of steel blades cutting,
and the opening wounds awash with red,
for you will know me by the trail of dead.

And you will know me by the trail of dead,
the love-a-duck and strike-me-blind,
the dear boss letters and cunning stunts,
the hunter or hunted in Whitechapel hunts,
and the feverish sweats in every bed,
for you will know me by the trail of dead.

And you will know me by the trail of dead,
the buckle-my-shoe and daily grind,
the Juwes and gin and pea soup nights,
the whore flesh slaughter and ghastly sights,
and the legends of all I did and said,
for you will know me by the trail of dead.


Details | I do not know? | |

Spring Summer And Fall

From bright colors even the brightest blond turns grey.
Grown men now stand.
Were once young children did play.

 The once new cover.
Is now tattered and torn.
time has all but erased the oaths  once proud men had sworn.

The field now overgrown  still haunts memories of the blue and grey.
Old worn headstones markers of were they'll forever lay.
No bell to ring no voice shall call.
The ghosts of the past erased by spring summer and fall.

The old porch stands hidden by a overgrowth of vines.
Now blank are the boards that once were painted signs.
The blood followed swiftly from the wound of the past.
To forge a path to a time that could never last.

Gone is the tree that once stood so very tall.
Forgotten by time 
So is the legend of spring summer and fall.


Details | I do not know? | |

Though Minutes Fly

Solitude be damned to a final emotion 
 When we are puzzled by the mystery of life,
Inspired by misgivings in a distant memory 
 Touched by thought and opinion   

Contemplate the meaning of passion and want     
 When the sun escapes to darkness,
And presumed is the want for wisdom possessed 
 Here in a shadows conviction; 
Until the loudest sound came from quiet voices

Let the mind accept what our eyes imagine, 
 Until the solitude of inspiration is lost,
For meanings we gathered are soon forgotten
  Here in the specter of thought
 
But oh to death is our journey bound    
 Down a road to kingdom come, 
Where all is held to the quiet of its end 
 And judged by the silence within;
Until the loudest sound came from quiet voices 


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A Gunfighters Fate

Some folks feel like Jesse James got a raw deal,
just because he had an affinity and liked to rob and kill.
His ended up a tragic story I reluctantly have to relate;
He trusted one of his gang and suffered a gunfighter’s fate.

Jesse was shot in the back by one of his friends Robert Ford,
giving credence to the saying about living and dying by the sword.
Mr. Ford duly received a fatal shotgun blast up in Colorado State
And likewise he also suffered a gunfighter’s fate.

 Billy The Kid was a killer who lived a life of crime,
he was shot by Pat Garrett who was his friend at one time 
Then Pat himself was gunned down at a later date.
So eventually he too suffered a gunfighter’s fate.

 Outlaws who lived by the gun, reaped just what they sowed.
It was their choice to live and die by the gunfighter’s code.
Most of them had no desire to make any effort to go straight
So sooner or later they all suffered a gunfighter’s fate.

 Even to survive was a curse, because as the killers grew older.
They spent a lot of time nervously looking back over their shoulder.
Some would even move away to escape the life they learned to hate,
But they were usually recognized and suffered a gunfighter’s fate.

So when a person chose to ride down the lawless outlaw trail
They usually ended hanging from a rope or spending their life in jail.
 A lot of them made bad choices and ended up being buzzard bait,
because it was in their destiny to suffer a gunfighter’s fate.
 
 
 
 
 
 


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Beaches

How did I get here?

Amongst the crusty sand and screeching gulls
Where greasy waves spill haplessly
Under an unyielding, gray sky

How did I get here?

Wandering about in pained abstraction
Looking at the rolling, dark waves

Parceled out in hopeless piles 
That crash against this jagged beach

Retreating in thinly, flattened sheets
Only to return newly crashing waves

The endless crash and retreat that tugs at me
Soon vanishes to obscurity in the open sea

Where all things mix and die 
Forever in timeless ritual

Were only my soul to return so easily
And crash again with all its might

Were only my heart lightened 
To join those retreating waves

Then I too could return anew
To cut my little edge on this beach 

And retreat backward to the sea
Where all things mix and die




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A Lonely Grave

1

I stood by your graveside this cold winters day.

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

I called out your name and shed many a tear.

And hoped in my heart that you would appear.

2

God took you from us that fine sunny morning.

Our lives now shattered without any warning.

Your work here on earth has finished this year.

Your books and teachings you spread  far and near.

3

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

And when my time comes I will have no fears.

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

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

4

Each night when I lay my head down to sleep.

I will ask the lord your soul to keep.

And if you find any time away from your books.

Look kindly on me as I walk in those woods.


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Open Call

Business is booming and there's no end in sight, Death came to a huge 
decision tonight.

He called in his partners Pain and Sorrow and said "we're holding auditions 
tomorrow."

"Auditions, Pain asked, what are you looking for?" For a third partner and he 
reached for the door.

The very next morning hanging there on the wall, was a huge flyer 
reading "DEATH'S OPEN CALL"

Come one come all but you better give your best audition, because we only need 
to fill one position.

As the day moved along Sorrow watched in disbelief, next in the line was his old 
buddy Grief.

Grief walked in and handed them his lengthy resume', thank you for coming 
friend you'll know by the end of the day!

The auditions had been going on steady for hours, the decision would be tough, 
they all had great powers.

Next in line would be Misery and he gave them his best, "Thank you for coming, 
wait outside with the rest".

Death having some free time sat in on the last few, after over 1000 auditions it 
was now time to choose.

Death left the decision up to Pain and Sorrow; they would just fill him in by 
tomorrow.

All that he asked was they used their best discretion, when suddenly in walked 
the vixen Depression.

With eyes dark as night dressed all in black, she walked to the stage and the pair 
just sat back.

She said, "Am I too late for this open call? I just happened to notice the flyer on 
the wall." 

We'll give you a shot now show us what you can do; this is only because we've 
both heard of you.

They told her to give it her best shot and that's just what she did, for her first 
victim a sweet little kid.

His name was Billy he was only 13, she found him alone sitting out on a swing.

You see he had just lost his parents in a huge fire; to be with them again was his 
only desire.

She climbed in his head and she did her thing, Billy took his life right there on the 
swing.

"WOW" they exclaimed lady you are good, come with us now to see the "man with 
the hood".

A new chapter has started with Death’s open call and it all started will a flyer on 
the wall.

No longer a trio, now a quartet, a new force to be reckoned with this you can bet!


 


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Decay

It's all about decay,
from the teeth in your head
to your childhood bed
and how he used to look at you that way,
looks that too soon turned to pity,
Here kitty kitty
come sit on my lap,
veins like a map,
listen for the nocturnal intruder
scratching like a rat,
we hear him, me and the cat,
we imagine him chewing on 
the insulation of the wires,
envision the resulting fire,
and shudder at the thought of dying that way,
our nerves fray
the cat's claws pierce our paper-thin skin,
its protective barrier breaking down
and we look around
at the room choked with a lifetime's keepsakes
and wonder what difference it makes
and whether our passing will even be noted,
a life devoted
to idiotic mistakes,
for God's sake,
let somebody notice
before my body's become bloated,
let them come feed the cat,
he has been such a comfort as he cocks his ear
once more
to the scratching at the door,
our mysterious guest,
who affords us no rest,
my hands shake with fear and dismay,
because in the end, it's all about decay.


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The Silence Between Words

Northern fire curves across heaven,
still and soft 
time floats calm beyond the stars
as the moon awakes
It was here that I found your name
and spoke it aloud
the wind carried it to my ear
Here I found you
lying forlorn, in your neglected grave, 
lost with a tongue that has long been forgotten
but I've found you now
will you find me too
when I lie, overgrown with weeds and thorns
while I sleep, in deep silence, embraced by the dark earth
alone, forgotten
will you remember me,
remember that once I called out your name?
clawed away the thorns and briars from your tomb
until my torn hands bled crimson upon the white marble 
my offering to you, my love?
my heart's blood,
dried so long ago
will you bleed for me, as once I bled for you
under pale moonlight
I am lost
kiss the coldness from my lips
brush the damp earth from my cheek
restore the honeyed flush that was once my youth
I've waited so long, my love, so long
and time is all I have


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The Other Side Of Life

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

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

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

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


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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


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The Flowers of Despair

On wicked wings, in silent hours
comes this deadly, perfect flower
To steal the breath from sleeping Kings
& tear the hearts of porcelain Queens

With pale skin & sorrowful eyes,
in the dead of night she flies
Through any window, any door
& if no opening she finds,
she'll steal her way though quiet minds

Not a word does she speak
but with her eyes, your soul she'll reap
As far away, on distant shores
a soundless bell keeps count;
Another soul for her collection
as mourners weep in recollection

The Flower of Despair, she's called
& in the end, she'll reach us all.


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Into the Dark

Follow me into the dark, my heart,
Death waits to break us apart,
We will tempt him, kiss good bye,
While our life waits for us on high,
We will make it through, we must start,
Do not be afraid, for we will never part,
Do not take this lightly, we must be smart,
My dear do not fear, you must not cry
Follow me into the dark.
Time has reached us, we must depart,
If death comes near, my love, dart,
I will surely meet you in the sky,
For I am upsetting, it is my time to die,
These words of love, for you I impart,
Follow me into the dark.


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In Love With The Blade

I knew a girl who lost all she had
Leaving her lonely, lost, and terribly sad
Having no one to talk to and no one to call
She fell in love with the blade releasing it all

She found peace in the pain that came with each cut
Behind her bedroom door, always securly locked and shut
The sight of the blood left her satisfied time after time
But she found that just one wasn't enough to clear her mind

She cut more and more each time hiding the scars
For fear of a padded room, surrounded by bars
So finally she thought why not end it all
Sitting in her room she planned her last letters and calls

She wrote of her sorrows and how she couldn't let go
And how sorry tonight she was giving her soul
Then she ran the bath water and locked all the doors
Knowing that she wouldn't see tommorrow or feel the pain anymore

Then she climbed into the tub and grabbed that faithful blade
That she'd grown to love and find refuge in each day
As she cut down the middle of each wrist on each arm
Not thinking that this would cause anyone else any hurt or alarm

As she began to bleed she became weary and weak
Fearing that maybe this shouldn't have been her release
But it was to late to turn back the damage was done
For her love with the blade had left ehr to far gone

As she began to slip she began to weep
Wishing to finally sleep into an eternal sleep
As she finally slipped away the blade fell to her side
Leaving a cold reality that the love of her blade left ehr to die

So now as I sit I think back to her
And her beautiful life now jsut a blur
That blade that she'd loved had pushed her so hard
That her ivory arms weren't all that were scarred


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Trying Times

Trying Times

Can I maintain this life
Without begging Christ 
To save me 
From the life he gave me 
Can I walk to the plot
To where lays my father death spot
And stand over his grave 
His life is with me acknowledgement
I’m is daughter but I wasn’t with him his last dying days
Tears seem to not fall from my eyes 
Because I know emotion will not grow him back 
And the last words that utter from my mouth will be with me until the day that I’m 
dead they are now un-depart able bitter words that has now been said

They say Gods give you nothing you can’t bare 
Trying time he’s given me trying times is in me 

I dream of some better days 
As a young child proven educate with good grades
Wanted to be a woman at a young age 
Started working on my life 
Tried to blackout every thing in my life that went wrong 
Even as a minor I promise god that all my struggling was going to  make me 
strong
But lost in the mine set that I had no one to carry with me 
Turn my back on the people that had given me life 
Told  them I didn’t need them so forget their advice 
I broke them down to the same feeling that rooted  bitterness 
Spoke for me took hostage over my pride 
But each heart beat I wanted I wanted them to reach for me because all I wanted 
was to be their child 

They say Gods give you nothing you can’t bare 
Trying times he’s given me trying times is in me 

Fast I was moving 
Tried I was getting 
Still I wasn’t not going to stop 
Because I  will never give up 
I instill in myself as long as I don’t misused my body and educate my mine 
There was nothing that could harm me Nothing
Suddenly  everything that  I was reaching for turn around and ran from me
And for the first time in my life I wanted good to save me 
I barely stop myself from falling to my knees begging him to free me 
For now I could see 
My daddy deceased 
My mother sickly 
And soon I will be a woman 
For I will be no ones child 
I feel as if I’m not ready 

They say Gods give you nothing you cant bare
Trying time he’s given me trying times is in me






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Farewell/ My Time To Go

My friends I've  grown tired and am in need
of a rest.
A inviitation  to a farewell banquet.
Please be my guest.

When everything begins  to move 
slow.
I'll need no advice.
For I'll know its time  to go.

I hope i made you laugh as  well as think.
Farewell I'll bid you after this 
last drink.

The road was many things  but never boring.
Sleep in peace like children.
And some old man snoring.

I thank you all.
As I drift were the dark waters flow.
No tears should touch your cheeks.
For its my time to go.

No longer within sight.
But always within your heart.
Why worry over tommorow when one day
we shall all depart.

Old friends rest well knowing this is not the 
last time you will see my face.
for we will gather somewhere beyond 
are final resting place.

Where one flower dies  another will always grow.
I love you all.
But for now it's my time to go.


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Watching Over You

for my children

What is life but a rite of passage, an epigrammatic trial, 
A transient state, a walk through the trees, 
A stroll for a crooked mile. 
When it seems at last to be ended, finished, over and done, 
Such finality just an illusion 
For eternity has begun. 

Oh, I know you dwell on the nature of grief, the savagery of pain, 
And that tears may flow without end, 
And sadness will ever remain. 
But just like the source of the oceans, emotions or life-giving air, 
The fact that you cannot see these things 
Does not mean they are not there.

And I will always be here, in your blood and soul and mind, 
I am part and parcel of all that you are, 
Just seek and you will find. 
My love for you, my pride in you, lives forever and a day, 
No death can diminish such potency, 
Nor bury it's meaning away.

Reach out to me and feel for me and always know my name, 
For I will burn with a guiding light, 
An everlasting flame. 
As years will pass I shall remain a part of all you do, 
Wherever you are, wherever you go, 
Always watching over you.


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Timeless

These concrete wall are now shades of grey.
These tall steel bars are now rusting away.
This has been my home

Slow days move on  by and the night owl will sing
I'll keep my eyes closed and hope for a dream
of yesterday's world.

There is no tomorrow I live only now
Repeats for the future as the night moves on down.
And the night owl will cry.

With hair turning grey and bars on each side,
these strong concrete wall that keep me inside,
will now sit me free.

My yesterdays gone, and tomorrow is now
I'll start my walk home as the dark falls  on down.
 And the night owl stands still.........


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RIVER OF TIME

Time is like a river
Flowing to the sea.
To the islands of tomorrow,
Past the shores of memory.
                                                    
On what course we'll be carried
Is never ours to know.
Like leaves caught in the current,
We're carried by the flow.
                                                    
Sometimes we're in white water-- 
Sometimes it's still and deep.
Sometimes we're tossed upon the foam--
Sometimes we're lulled to sleep.
                                                    
Endlessly, it rushes on,
For as long as we have breath--
The only thing that can stop the flow
Is the freezing hand of death.
                                                    
Soon our eyes will close in slumber,
But almost just as soon,
We'll wake to everlasting joy, 
Upon a timeless, blue lagoon.
                                                     
Time is like a river
Flowing to the sea.
To the islands of tomorrow,
Past the shores of memory.


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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….


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The Reapers Call

Loathing and choking in a smoke filled hall,
life passing by as I begin to fall,
fiery depths has taken its toll,
eternally falling as death takes its call,
meaningless choices in life,
as the reaper Say's hi,
I turn my cheek to say good bye,
hopeless to cry,
life is done and now its good bye!
as the light passes over I wander,
a endless journey in a new world before me,
Loathing in death and endless mourning,
tears of joy and hopeless tormenting,
I heath the call to end it all,
leaning forward to a endless fall,
Fields of joy,
Filld with light,
I walk through an endless night,
no exit or escape,
I run towards a hooded man in a cape,
eyes crimson with fury,
and a scythe at hand,
skin grey like stone,
in a soft voice he whispers to me,
the end is here and your to stay,
life is pointless if you throw it away!
peace and understanding to all,
by the moon and the stars,
we give freedom of worship,
to all,
freedom of the mind,
Heart, spirit and soul,
open your eyes to a new understanding,
of the world around you,
if you all took the time to breath,
you might see a better way,
Aces over kings,
empowerment is the key,
pure of hearts,
ritual of clubs,
spades of hell roam the hearts of sheep of Eden,
Truth comes in time and essence,
life goes on and so does Wicca for eternity!


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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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A Life Lost

A dad he was to my man,
lost in a world of abuse.
Selling all he had in life,
to fund his addictions.

Digging flesh  from bone,
stabbing  bugs crawling wild.
Demons appear in torment,
beaconing him deeper.

A knife into the thigh,
sent him sickly out.
Hospital tests for all,
not knowing the truth.

Infections settle silently,
staff reared its ugly head.
Confined in solitary moments,
being alone and scared.

Stitches close the injury,
sickness embeds his soul.
Taunting images haunt him,
through every corned space.

Eyes cloud with blurred vision,
surgery required suddenly quick.
Sight saved from blindness,
doctors breathe with a sigh.

Something else has happened,
immune system has shut down.
Disease rested in his marrow,
the fight fire life has begun.

Myloid Dysplastics Disease,
fogs his body hard and cold.
Respirators knocking loudly,
asleep he has no choice.

A gasp of air was his final,
machines took over from there.
The last time we would see him,
full of any kind of life of his own.

Two weeks has gone by,
no change for the better.
Septic shock attacks kidneys,
we all seen him enter heaven.

It was a total all together,
from the time he stabbed his leg.
Four months from that day,
his end would be forever...




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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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Unwillingly Dying

   I sat in the court room and watched all the jurors eyes. They were so innnocent 
and so ignorant as they looked upon my husbands perdicament.

He was facing the death penalty and I could see the pain in his eyes as I tried to 
reach out for him but a wall seemed to block us.

He had been charged with murdering a little girl about four or five and as I 
watched the case my eyes began to fog. 

I remembered the night it happened a day I would never forget. A saw him swing 
the bat towards my legs but what he didn't see was our angel tightly hugging my 
knees. 

I had dealt with abuse from this man for 12 years and even though he beat me all 
the time he would never touch Keisha. She was his little girl.   

But just in that moment when the object collided I could see his hurt as if the bat 
had hit him. 

A few 911 calls later and handcuffs over hands and my husband was in jail but 
my baby was dead.  

I felt angry that he would even touch our little girl. She was my soul my heart and 
my entire world.

 But at the same time I knew he didn't mean to. I had seen many things in my life 
but never had I seen him cry like he did that night.  

I felt like my health was deterriating since the day she left. I'd lost five pounds in a 
matter of days and my hair had fallen out in chunks. But I still stood up when the 
verdict was about  to be read.  

I turned my attention back to the court as they said he was guilty. 

A  smile came up to my lips but than faded almost as quick as the judge 
sentenced him to death I screamed " no he doesn't deserve this". 

I watched as the parol officers took him away to meet his fate as my lips 
trembled. 

This was another day I would never forget.  


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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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I Believe

Beside the waters,
of life's valleys, and peaks,
an account of it all,
one day we shall see..
Hide if you want,
lie ,and cheat,
but all is written,
on God's golden sheet.
Many have taken,
His name in vain,
reckless, and careless,
a dangerous game.
Life is uncertain,
but death is for sure,
Heaven, or Hell,
a permanent tour.
Only a heart that has been,
washed of the sins,
can be worthy,
to enter in.
Hell has no test,
you can come as you are,
but once you enter,
you are doomed by far.
All by yourself,
you will stand up front,
as your life is given,
and the things you have done.
That day is coming,
I believe in my heart,
we'll walk with our Lord,
and from this world, we will part.


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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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Eyes Closed

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



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A poem for my best friend of 30 years who died last year from booze Linda

Linda

I remember the first time we met you came round for a coffee. 
I remember it well, we sat talking for hours, just you and me.
Over the next few years, We must have drunk hundreds of cups.
Life was a roll of downs, Then ups. 
I remember the first time I met your Mum. All dressed in pale blue.
I think she was going to some special do.

I remember Jills first birthday party, even the  dress she wore.
The house was full of friends and family and more.
Val and Grandma, Carol and Jane all of their familys as well.
The house was packed, certainly a tale to tell.
The Bell Inn at Ingolmells where we all went for a drink.
Then round to our caravan, coffees to sink.

I remember Claire as a child, the hours she used to spend at our home.
Every Monday on the way to Slimming World she got credit for her phone.
I remember all the things she used to help me with. shopping, baking, 
washing the dishes the cups and the plates.
All this before she was even eight.
I remember so many things that we used to do. The bonfire parties at your 
house.
All the same crowd their having the time of their lives.

Then the big bash for my big Five O.
I wanted a really big show.
So we prepared all the food at your house, Then carried it all over to mine.
Only just got it all ready in time.
I did the cake it was a huge chocolate train.
Something big enough to get all the candles on was my aim.

Life throws some really awful things at you.
Some so bad you  just don’t know what to do.
Our friendship spanned almost  thirty years
A lot of fun a lot of tears.
When the police came round to our house that night, I didn’t even realize you 
had gone.
I thought you were just ill again, I found out almost a week later on

Especially as we had only been chatting a couple or so weeks before, About 
the past.
On that day you looked so well with all your make up on, I thought you were 
on the mend at last.
On your birthday in May I thought of you, 
All the things we had been through,          Rest in peace. Love  Pat


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Ding Dong The Wicked Witch is Dead

Globally, miners jubilantly jump for joy
Smiles on the faces of every girl and boy
The grins of a newly opened Xmas toy
Thatcher’s dead.

Trade unionists bounce along the street
Music blaring and the tapping of feet
From nurses to Bobbies still on the beat
Thatcher’s dead.

Street parties announced in the nation
Satan who brought economic inflation
Is deceased, now’s the time for elation
Thatcher’s dead.

Its times like this I’m sad I’m an atheist
And can only shout and wave my fist
And then go to the pub and get pissed
Thatcher’s dead.


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And Then

And Then…

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

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

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

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


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The Color Missing

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

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


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Beyond The Gates

Behind these gates lay quite the scene
So very surreal, yet not a dream

Beautiful headstones, manicured lawns
My God the memories this place spawns 

The winding road, first turn to the right
Back to the beginning of my plight

Stopping next to the second trail
My heart and head pound like hell

On the left eleven headstones away
Like a movie my memory starts to play

People gathered from all around
My mother knew everyone in town

At the time I was still unable to speak
My shattered psyche was far too weak

I stood there broken and full of fear
Ashamed I could shed not a single tear

Ashamed I could speak not a single word
Inside my head so many voices heard

What did those voices have too say
That’s another story for another day

Those gates now hold so many I love
Everyone I once held above

Last time I entered them I was 32
Even though those gates hold all of you

Next month I’ll go back and explain why
Tell my mother the reason I couldn’t cry

Apologize to her for being broken
Leave flowers, a poem, and my N.A. token

That way she will know without any doubt
What her little boy ended up being all about

That her little boy is not broken anymore
Overcoming adversity is what adversity is for

And one day when I’ve completed my fate
I’ll be looking for her, “Beyond the Gate”


The Shafter, California cemetery holds my mother, Grandparents, my cousin James and many
close friends. The last time I visited them was approx. 18 years ago. It’s very strange
that I received, “Beyond the Gates” as my topic, because; I’ve been planning this trip for
months now. If not for that fact I would have most likely written this poem about prison
gates. I reckon all things happen for a reason. Thank you Constance writing this poem has
given me strength to help me do what I plan to do. Go make amends to the person who gave
me life and taught me the things, which stuck with me through it all. My Grandparents
never lost hope in me and always said, "One day Mikey will remember the things we taught
him and return to the Lord." I think they will be proud of the man who comes to visit them
next month.





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A little clock face

 
It has memory's 
It has anniversary s
It has deaths
It has  births
It has a lot for a little clock face.
It has weddings
It has dates
but above all else it stop us from being late.


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Agree to Disagree

                                               
                                               Mankind's greatest
                                                 accomplishment...
                                                       
                                                      

                                                      is death.


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Nightfall

Night falls,
Darkness prevails,
Summoning the reaper,
To collect the gruesome harvest,
Death holds.


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My Final Exit

I'm dying and I'm angry because it isn't fair,
and with my family, friends and loved ones this news I will not share.
It's hell for me to be going through all of this alone, but that is the cross I must bare.
It's my last gesture to show all of them how much I loved them and truly cared.
The last thing that I want is to be the cause of any of their despair.
If I told any of them that I was dying, 
it would only serve to depress all of them,
and so my limited time left with them, for all of them, never to them will be known.
When I do feel that my time is drawing near I'll announce a trip I'll be going on.
I'm a wilderness survivor enthusiasts. 
I've been known to venture deep into and live in very remote wilderness.
so one day I'm going to announce to them that I'm going on another little trip.
I'll leave unknown to they what will be my following final statement.
"If I do not return, please do not notify any authorities.
Please do not send out any search and rescue parties.
If I do not return it does not mean that I've suffered any life threatening injuries.
Most likely it means that I've made a choice to continue living there and never leave,
living my life naturally and in solitary with all of nature surrounding me.
That's the way I've always pictured my retirement to be.
Inevitably I will one day die in the wilderness, but likely in my sleep peacefully,
but for all of you I will never die, at least never officially,
and you'll assume that I'm still living my life the way I always wanted it to be,
in solitude far away from any so called civilized society.
I'll miss everyone of you very dearly, 
but I'll be living my life in a manner that will truly make me happy,
and isn't that the way retirement is supposed to be?"
I'll embrace them all and share with them how much I hold all of them so dear,
and then I'll venture off into the wilderness, never again to reappear,
and should it ever look as if I won't die after all peacefully in my sleep
I've brought along a little extra insurance with me.
If the pain gets over bearing or if I get too weak
to successfully forage and gather enough to eat.
If malnutrition is getting the best of me,
I'll swallow a half dozen tranquilizers which will render me unconscious shortly,
so it's very important after taking them to stay active on my feet
until I begin to feel the effects of the meds affecting me.
Only then will I lie down comfortably
and slip a plastic bag over my head snugly
secured with a rubber band around my neck for extra security.
Within seconds I'll be deeply unconscious and asleep
and I won't even be aware of any discomfort as my carbon dioxide I breath.
and then slowly, humanly and most peacefully
my final exit will arrive and death will take me.
Animals will scavenge upon the remains of my body,
providing them with much needed nutrition for them to eat.
The rest will decompose and bring nutrition to the soil
which will provide seeds with nourishment enabling new life to unfold.
I will then be for all eternity where I most would ever want to be,
among nature's wildlife and forests of fresh streams and lush trees.


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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


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Trip on, Trip up

Walk before you speak.
Lend your voice that seek.
Foot forward and back.
So will that be a fact.
Gone by and be well.
Trip up and put into a cell.
Got no one to talk to.
I want a phone call to sue.
When I wake from my slumber.
I wish not to be hit by lumber.
Going to become a dreamer.
I hope that I do not become a screamer.
I got new shoes.
With colorful strings that are loose.
I am slow on tying them.
I feel they are harder than stem.
String are not new.
They smell pew.
I walk once again to journey.
That means I need some money.
Trip up again with meaningless acts.
Walking with out trust that lacks.
Shamefulness I speak.
I go behind a tree to leak.
I have no home set in stone.
Wheeling and dealing always alone.
Since I was a child that was left on the street.
I became a street beat.
Strolling with confidence to day.
Making my way.
Some law men stop me.
I was so out of it that they can see.
They thought I was on drugs.
I was really itching bugs.
Stumbling because I have not eaten.
So they grab me and I got beaten.
They finally found me innocent.
So I told them to get bent.
I was a good citizen with high hopes.
The society today thinks I am on dopes.
Can I be help with no pain.
Will they put me some were I will gain.
So I was put into a helpful place.
I was then able to eat and say grace.
Some crazy person came in and started shooting. 
So people ran and started looting.
Cannot get away from bad luck.
Sure enough I feel so stuck.
Knowing that I was fleeing.
I became worth not seeing.
I lay there my time just feeling has pass.
Losing my mind and running out of gas.
Finally I hear a person the sound sounds so weak.
A life time that I wanted to seek.
Found myself in a bed.
Down to nothing I was shed.
A person with white clothes that said your in luck.
You survived and now you owe some buck.
So sad not really glad.
Bad thing was the kid that was shooting was my lad.
Time really passes I just want to walk.
To see my kid to talk.
Why did he do what he did.
Dad he said I was starving and I am a kid.
So I have turn to a life time of crime.
Dad do not give me your time.
Because when we talked long ago.
You just left home with all the doe.
Hope you have a good life.
Because mom had been a good wife.
Now it is your turn.
So you can walk into the fire and burn.
With out a doubt you will walk away.
Trip on and Trip up and you will never pay.
Now dad keep your love.
Because I seek my mother above.
You will be chain.
Down you go insane.


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A Dirty Basement Room

A Dirty Basement Room In a dirty basement room a baby cries Weakened mother was defiled Forced my law to birth a child Upon a dirty pillow she lies In a dirty room the mother dies Mother and son soon reconciled Victims of government gone wild A time to live a time to die Angry rapist walks streets free Will they listen to her plea? In a dirty basement room a baby cries Angry rapist runs streets free In a dirty basement room mother dies Will they listen to her plea?


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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.


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The Day My Uncle Died



The Day My Uncle Died...

I was thinking about the smile on my uncle’s face….
This was a before he would “leave this place."

I'll never forget the words shortly before he died.
The more I thought about it, the more I cried.

He said, "you know Jimmy I wish I got to know you better."
I never received another phone
 call or even a letter.

A few days later he was ready to go to a funeral.
But it was also him who received a burial.

I was shocked and amazed as to what happened.
The events took place. There was no way
 I could "stop them."

Memories I had were from many years ago.
I often think about him.    And I do miss him so!

I suppose many don't take the time to realize...
How quickly life passes... 
Then someone dies.

Perhaps there's someone in your
 life you can think of…
There's been a situation that you're
embarrassed to "speak of/"

A harsh word said, and angry thought was spoken.
And soon your relationship has been "broken."

This may be a good time with this person to spend.
Irregardless if they're what you'd call a "friend."

Everyone is important to God who reigns above.
We need to be filled with his mercy and love.

The person you haven't seen shall one day disappear...
The days are short...  Our journey's end is so near!

May God speak to our heart and help us to see...
Where will you and I be spending our eternity???

By Jim Pemberton


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Happiness in a Wrong way

Happiness in a Wrong way – Zamreen Zarook

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

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

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

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


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The Other Side

What is it like on
the other side,
no one will know
until the day they die.

The time has come
for me to know,
I can no longer stay,
it's time for me to go.

I love my family,with
all of my heart,
but now is the time
that I make a new start.

It is just to hard here
to deal with things,
on the other side I
will earn my wings.

Please don't be sad
when you think of me,
I will rest in peace,it
was just meant to be.


                     Colleen Marie Bono


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Love, Death, and Rebirth

The signs started in December
When she started waking up in tears each night
She was a normal girl with dark brown hair and darker brown eyes
She had plenty of friends and a loving family with just one thing missing
Her father. 

Days passed by and turned into weeks but only felt like a few seconds
Her life just whizzed by faster and faster until it was just a whirr in front of her eyes
Darkness filtered into her heart and mind until she didn't know if she could go on
But she had to. She couldn't let her mother and her sister drown in this same pain
She wouldn't let them.

She pushed all the darkness into the depths of her own heart
In hopes to save the hearts of the two people she had left
Because what else was there to live for now?
The rest of her world had crashed and her mother and sister was all that was left 
She wouldn't let them drown in pain too. 

She watched as they started to heal in her loving arms
Their hearts started to lighten up once more
But hers was just as dark as it was before 
And growing darker day by day 
But she wouldn't let that stop her. 

Suddenly a year had passed... and then two 
It only seemed like seconds to her but everyone else started moving on
Her mother and sister no longer needed her nurturing care
But she needed someone to hold on to
Anyone...

With nothing left for her to take control of, the dark pushed past her boundries 
It found a way into her soul
Until all she could see was dark and no light 
But her mother and sister were healed now
They didn't understand

The tears came back and engulfed her soul
Bit by bit until she wasn't sure why she was still alive
The grief took over like knives 
Piercing her skin over and over and over
It hurt so much.

She started to wonder what it'd look like to be dead
She could see him again if she was
Wouldn't it be so much easier than having to endure this pain?
Wouldn't it be so much easier than having to live knowing she'd never see him again?
It would.

So she started to hate herself
All that negative energy was starting to take toll
Everyone around her was breathing while she suffocated more and more by the second
She wished she'd just choke already instead of living in constant pain
If no one would put her out of her misery, she'd have to do it herself

She couldn't see any light anymore
So she grabbed the pill bottle off the shelf and just hoped it wouldn't take long to die
Deep down she still had a spark of light, but she just couldn't find it 
And now it was too late in her mind to change, to turn back and try to look deeper
She was done living.

That's when people started to notice that everything wasn't as peaceful as it seemed
They started to see how deeply depressed she had become
They wanted to help her see the light again before it was too late 
So they sent her away to see doctors and to take pills to make everything better
It was a start.

She didn't see a change at first but suddenly she could think clearly
Maybe what they were doing was actually going to help her see the light again
Yes, she still wanted to die, but maybe that wasn't the only option anymore
They cared,  and behind all their own problems they were trying to understand
They really were trying

Six months longer she would be treated and cared for
Until suddenly she was sent home from her treatment and care with a smile on her face
She had a new perspective
Someone had helped her ignite that spark in her heart until it was a glowing ember
She had been reborn

Sometimes you have to be able to experience the worst of it
To come back shining brighter than before
And if she had died that cold day in October, she wouldn't of ever seen the best of it
Or known that it would get better
and it did!

And she now sits at her laptop, with a smile on her face and warmth in her heart
It's never been an easy road and it won't ever be
But at least she knows she's lived through the worst
And it can only get better from here

So whenever she feels lonely or gets back into that dark spot again
She can look back on what she's learned and can read this poem
And remember that she survived the darkest depths of depression
And she will continue to survive it as long as she lives
Because she is stronger now than she ever was before ?


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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


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FOR THOSE WE'VE LOST

My love, My friend why did the time we had together have to end. 
The times we had the adventures we shared, I will treasure them always as if they were precious gems.

Such a short time we had when you were taken from me so suddnley a tragic misfortune not just for me but also for out families. But on my life I swear as long as I have breath in my body I will honor your memory. 

Yo will live on this I vow not just in my heart but in the hearts of all those lives you have touched in some special way.


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Now Finished Poem

Wondering if it’s an omen, finding the box in the attic today?
A treasure trove of memories into our lives
This piece of paper upon which I started to write a poem
I remember at the time I could write no more as I grieved

Missing you as each day goes by and wishing you were here
I know you are in the ever loving arms of our Lord
The Lord sent you down as an angel on loan to us
You were called home dear and we were not ready

I know we will one day be together again
Waiting for the day we will be called home also
Now the poem I started to write to you is finished
Our time together will come again my daughter and 
never end

Written by: Carol Brown
 For The "Treasure Trove" contest of Linda-Marie
1st Place Winner


Details | Sonnet | |

A Daughter at her Mother's Shrine

 "come fluttering words, come drifting words to me  . . . "

Dear Mother, for a while now you’ve been gone.
Has time for you seemed long beyond the veil?
For those you left, time painfully goes on.
Oh, Mother, can you hear me where you dwell?

I wish to hear your voice again. How sweet
The sound of it each day when we awoke.
Its dulcet tone each afternoon would greet
us after school. How kind the words you spoke!

Your words would flutter like wings of a dove
When each of us received your goodnight kiss,
And gazing at our dad, your one true love,
Your words, unsaid, shone in those eyes I miss.

Your flowers’ scent I breathe in tenderly
while praying that your words drift down to me.


Details | Triolet | |

The Last Goodbye

The time has come to bid farewell
To all these earthly toils and cares
To nobler heights the soul impels
The time has come to bid farewell
And join the angels where they dwell
Now comes the climb up Jacob's stairs
The time has come to bid farewell
To all these earthly toils and cares.



                        Timothy I. Brumley


Details | Rhyme | |

Black and White

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

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

So let us go our own way…

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

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

So let us prepare for that day…

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Narrative | |

Peace Tonight

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


Details | 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 | Ballad | |

Rapture's Light

I’ve just had an experience unlike any other.
It was so great, cause now I’m with the Father.
I’ve just had an experience unlike any’ll know.
‘Cept for those who came with me in the flow.
Of Light! That is. The never-endin’ Light of the Lord.
The never-endin’ Light of the Lord!

I’ve been through hell all thro’out my life.
And I’ve had all kinds o’ different strife.
And I’ve been hard-press’d.
And I’ve been depressed.
And just when I thought I got the hang o’ things,
They change, and they rearrange.

I’ve done all sorts o’ things.
Stupid things. Crazy things.
But now times have changed.
And everything has rearranged.
And all that I e’er knew,
Has come back to bite you.

I’ve just had an experience unlike any other.
It was so great, cause now I’m with the Father.
I’ve just had an experience unlike any’ll know.
‘Cept for those who came with me in the flow.
Of Light! That is. The never-endin’ Light of the Lord.
The never-endin’ Light of the Lord!

So listen closely as I tell what’s happened to the world.
The world’s spun it’s last spin and has finally hurled.
The Hea’nly Host has brought us up.
All us Christians, that is, pup.
Anyone listening to this,
is more ‘an likely in any state but bliss.

If this is bein’ heard,
Then e’eryone is real disturbed.
You may’ve just witnessed all of us disappearing,
But there’ll still be another hearing.
Like it’s been for all of life, ‘cept for this one instance that is,
You may come to meet the Lord after you perish.

You’ll have an experience unlike any other.
It’ll be so great, cause you’ll be with the Father.
You’ll have an experience unlike any’ll know.
‘Cept for those who’ll come with you in the flow.
Of Light! That is. The never-endin’ Light of the Lord.
The never-endin’ Light of the Lord!

I shall end this now for I’m ent’rin the Pearly Gates o’ Heav’n.
It’s more beautiful than can be describ’d by any Reveren’.
If somehow this reaches you people on Earth,
Remember this one thing from the hearth.
There’ll always be hope, so stay strong!
Don’t worry, this torture won’t last long.

You’ll have an experience unlike any other.
It’ll be so great, cause you’ll be with the Father.
You’ll have an experience unlike any’ll know.
‘Cept for those who’ll come with you in the flow.
Of Light! That is. The never-endin’ Light of the Lord.
The never-endin’ Light of the Lord!


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 | Iambic Pentameter | |

SOMETHING FOR TODAY

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

The Bully Part 1

The Bully

27 Years ago, you showed me the door,
Because I wouldn’t do what you wanted anymore.
That day was the worst of my life,
I wanted to die, to escape the strife.
All I needed was a simple letter,
To give me a chance to get better.
Now when I look back and see, you certainly did
 me a favour that day.
In 1986 Thursday the first of May.
From then on people listened to what I had to say,
Doctors and Nurses went out or their way,
I got the treatment I needed at last,
Bit by bit they went over the past.
One whole year is all it took,
A lot of hard work, a little luck.
To this very day I have never been back,
26 whole years and that’s a fact.
The last few years have been the best of my life,
Truly content being a Mother and Wife.
And Nanny as well,
Must not let my head swell,
A collection of poems all written by me..
My story in 7 magazines for the whole world to see.
A whole new extension to the house designed by me.
Also having to cope with the death of my mother,
Then four months later the death of my mother’s sister,
God not another.
Having my kitchen demolished completely,
did put me in a fix.
But being so well, even that couldn’t knock me for six.
So remember the next time someone begs you for a letter,
At least give THEM, the chance to get better.
For as long as I live I will never for get that terrible day,
Thursday 1986 the first of May,
The day that you showed me the door,
Just because I wouldn’t do what you wanted anymore.
They say that time heals all pain,

I’m lucky I’ve learnt to live again.







Details | Couplet | |

A Visit from Massacre Fairy 2nd half

PLEASE READ PART 1 BEFORE READING BELOW




It was covered in black fur from its head to its toes
Its small eyes glimmered white like the sight of fresh snow

Razor, jagged teeth a quarter meter long
Its bite was considered to be bear trap strong

No lips, no ears, no nose on its face
Instead there were just holes, just a bunch of empty space. 

The fingers and nails grew together as one
Sharper than blades which were forged by the sun

And it carried a sack, but in it were trolls
That would jump out to grab the tormented souls

The drawing of the souls was the vilest thing to see
They shrieked and moaned, then begged for mercy

But before this act the hearts were ripped out
And the trolls gobbled them up without a shadow of a doubt

But then a glare of its eye and a twitch of its head
The trolls jump back in the sack or they knew they’d be dead

And it shrieked the same five words as it left like when it came
A bellow from hell, you could say sounded the same

If you were to hear these words, you could put its reign to an end
So with its saw-like teeth, your tongue it rends.

And when it’s complete, with no time to stall
The demons dash away, Dash away, Dash away all!

It is said to come back every fifty-sixth year
On the night before Christmas like this time here

To repeat the bloodbath on a town such as this
Leaving them no time for one final wish

So sleep light on a night which is said to be merry
For you might receive a visit from the Massacre Fairy.



Please rate after reading both parts =0)


Details | Free verse | |

Deathbed Lament of an Everyday Person

(A LIFE TIME IN A DAY)
                      I
So! This is what it’s all about,
to think that the next time I
close my eyes, will be the last
time on this pretentious earth.
I’ve often wondered about this
particular time, this waiting for
the final countdown. God! Life’s
past by so quickly, here I am,
my ancient body withering away,
yet my brain so alive so active,
with vivid pages of my mind
constantly turning to any chapter
in any sequence at will.
                      II
Then I wonder why; what’s life
about, asking no doubt the same
questions as millions before me,
Why? Yes why, the great secret
being of course nobody knows,
only guessing that’s what the
powers of this earth have to
submit to, simple speculation.
                      III
I suppose I’m one of the lucky
ones, being able to die this way,
my rapid thoughts tell me. “It’s the
waiting for it to happen, that’s the
hard part, but then I spare a
thought for them that leave us in
more tragic circumstances, the very
young, with no time at all to express.
                      IV
I wonder if I’ll see all my
relations, also all of the old
faithful I have raised, not
forgetting the odd budgie. Do
hope there is not a choir, never
could stand young lads screeching
away, offending my ears in some
sort of foreign language.
                       V
Hope it is not crowded, after all
a few billion have gone before
me, maybe I’ll have no earthly
form, only a memory floating in
a tiny bubble, with the power
only to think, without the ability
to touch or feel, without the need
of sex or other carnal pursuits.
                      VI 
Can’t say I have ever harmed
anyone, or stolen from anyone
who could not afford to lose
the meager pickings of my
deceitfulness, but then it is
easy to offend ones fellow
man without knowing."Sorry
I have no time to expiate.”
                      VII
My goodness! Death’s a great
leveler, I’ve never thought of it
this way, no matter what political
system one believes in, where as one
is white, black, yellow or brown.
catholic, protestant, Jew or 
unbeliever, death is final for us
all, we all go the same way.
                      VIII
It’s got to be God’s experiment,
with life being played in stages,
each one different from the other,
neither better nor worst according to
the almighty script. But serene
beauty, no wars or conflict I
cannot envisage, the human
element would see to that.
                      IX
No! I cannot imagine a life of
angels singing, rock groups playing,
or every dead person’s wish being
fortuitously played out, after all
earth has Satan, who knows what the
next world as to offer in temptation,
dictators, two faced politicians, hard
up vicars, no doubt they’ll all be there!
                       X
My major weakness! In this life is
my inability to make one’s mind up,
but in this instance I feel I don’t have
much choice, in fact I’m bloody sure
I don’t have a choice. But alas lovely
earth with the eve of the day now
melting into the eve of my life,
I warm to the inevitable…………

this was what was going through my head
laying in my hospital bed the day after my
heart attack 2001



Details | Free verse | |

Murderapolis Streets, Claim Two More Young Heartbeats

Native, Liteskin, sun kissed
smiles
sit, talk, get to know me 
a while
for I am not my skin and 
even though the tan pigment
runs deep
I am my heart, thoughts
and actions,reflection of
company
I keep
A car accident took
my Homies brother this morning
and as we sit and talk to him
now, through faded room mourning
Young man, stole pop’s keys
from sleeping pockets
joy riding with friends
headlights beaming, MN
summer star sky gleaming
Dad's unaware, boy & friends left
 till woke, by early morn’ meeting
God opened the skies and took
two good ones away
I felt it rained, clouds crying briefly
for them today
70 miles an hour, Murderapolis streets
took two good homies heartbeats
jus’ a mile away, a close
friend heard the tires screech
Driver yells to him, “get a knife & cut me out!”
Neighbor, like doe eyes in headlights
filled with doubt
ends up dying after all
at the hospital
down 29th Ave and McKinley St.
Two of the Five Souls involved
God, now, does keep
I recall seeing the drivers smile
less than one week ago
why Mista Watkins & White Jr.
was it yo’ time to go
your loved ones may never know
We don’t always understand
the Lords plan
but He surely knows
heartache and sorrow
is how July fourteenth does go
two significant young Southside sons 
at 3:30 am, drove into a utility pole
crushed glass ridden streets
two homies, with us no mo’
I pray Jesus be with them
and theirs
as they grieve, and friends
surround them with the love
they need
car accidents & tragedies
like these
close to home to you
tend to place things in perspective
defrost a persons mind
set it into view
cuz’ its not about the color, of
your skin, or where you came from
it’s the way you impact the world
in the end, who you’ve grown to
become
the lives lost, were good peoples
Stood for good values like Church steeples
vibrant athletic youths of the future
barely 14 & 17, gone too soon
I hear the sad, cry, lonely night of our
Loon
Murderapolis streets, claim
two more young heartbeats
you will forever be remembered
and loved, keep an eye on us
from above, we know you’re
in a better place, were all running
an impossible to win race
for we all have a time card to punch
under the Lords undying grace
your Influence and charm, young men
is locked within us
Safe
and we shall all party again
in the Kingdom of Heaven
our final resting Place

7/15/2010: R.I.P.- Patrick Watkins (17) & Duane White Jr. (14)- South Side, Minneapolis, MN
you are forever loved and missed, but not forgotten, watch us from Heaven, Amen


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 | Rhyme | |

La Bejarena

La Béjareña

Oh sweet Angel of Jesus, wherefore lies your grave?
Your blood that is of Navarro, that Corsican so brave
She was a proud Tejana, such a beauty once they say
That enchanted Santa Anna, so far back in the day

On fairy feet she floated in Béjar’s promenade
Like radiating moonbeams her beauty was conveyed
Mantilla and peineta in the latest Spanish style
Caballeros peacocked near her, each hoping for a smile

But for noble Béjar maidens, any glancing was taboo
Except for caballeros that her family nodded to
A curtsey and a flourished bow were the courtly ways
Of greeting one another back in those golden days

Such a fine tradition was the Béjar promenade 
To the Veramendi Palace, perhaps a masquerade
Or to dance a light fandango by the river’s perfumed air
All seemed much more beautiful when close to one so fair

Those were the days of wonder, when Béjar was so sweet
Before the revolution, and the Alamo’s defeat
Before some Anglos came to take with gun and Negro slave
The land that brave Tejanos had bled and died to save

Béjar was filled with drunkards, and rogues of every kind
No promenade was possible in streets so unrefined
And over near the Alamo, where freedom’s price was dear
The price was now determined by the slavery auctioneer

And yet one Anglo gentleman, a major in the war
Touched with noble chivalry, and the ways of a señor
The captured despot’s life did save, upon that victory day
From those who would have hanged the knave, down San Jacinto way

The moment that she met him, in the formal Spanish style
And looked into his honest eyes without a trace of guile
And read his soul so brave and pure, it seemed that time stood still
As nature linked their hearts as one, according to its will

A thousand days of happiness, a thousand days of bliss
Were all that God would grant them both before their final kiss
She laid her hero in his grave, and took their son in hand
And thought of how to speak to him and make him understand

Her gentle eyes had lost their shine; her hair was touched with gray
They wed her to the Dunker man, who took her far away
He never knew her sorrow, he never knew her soul
Inside her lonely citadel of iron self-control

He left her for another wife, and cast them all aside
But a mother’s duty to her sons would never be denied
And at the age of fifty-six, the time at last arrived
When she could welcome willingly the deadly reaper’s scythe

Oh sweet Angel of Jesus, wherefore lies your grave?
Your blood that is of Navarro, that Corsican so brave
By the village of Las Moras, down Rio Bravo way?
No one seems to know for sure, unto this very day

Oh, sons of Navarro!  Let not that Béjar rose
Lie with the dust of strangers, where no one ever goes
Join her with her heart's true love, on acres gently blessed
With shady hills below pecans, where heroes go to rest

Notes:
This historical poem is about one of my HS classmate's Tejano (in the original 
sense) ancestors from the time of the Texas Revolution and the story is told 
from that perspective.

The main characters are not named in the poem intentionally, and place names 
are the old Spanish ones, but I will share with you the names of the 
protagonist and her true love, in case you are interested in reading about 
them. Her name was Angela de Jesus Maria Blasa Navarro. She was the niece of 
Juan Antonio Navarro, one of the signers of the Texas Declaration of 
Independence and a member of the important Navarro family of Bejar, present 
day San Antonio. She married William Gordon Cooke, one of the heroes of the 
Texas revolution, who is buried on Republic Hill at the Texas State cemetery 
along with other notables. Angela was buried near Brackettville, originally called 
Las Moras.


The Dunker man was Angela's 2nd husband, Abraham Geiger Martin. He was a 
member of the German Baptist Brethren church, nicknamed Dunkers because 
they practiced full body baptism, but required three full immersions before you 
were properly baptized. Apparently the marriage was a total failure and he 
divorced her, leaving her to raise his son and William Cooke's son alone.


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...


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Situation Haiku

the tsunami struck
with the entire world watching
the judgement of God

the radiation
that they always knew was there
silently rages

it's time for prayer
for the people over there
humble one's self

it's time for hero's
knowing they will not live
yet they bravely give

the sacrifice's
ordinary men will make
will save their nation


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Dig

Broken,beaten,blind and lost
All but a spark of hope left to keep warm
But dig and claw on bruised muscles, on broken limbs
Until the light day fills your sight
Left blinded no more
Dig
Until the soft fresh air blows the spark to a flame and ignites your will
Dig
Until the ground beneath is solid enough to stand
Walk,until the pain is mastered and stumbling ceases.
And you can say:
This will not be my grave.


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Dying

Dying-Noah Holden

Everybody is going to die somehow, some way,

You could die right now, tomorrow or today,

You could be murdered, or just drop dead,

You can die any second even when your sleeping in your bed,

One day you could be shopping at the store,

The next day you could be resting behind a closed coffin door,

The Death Angel will take you no matter where you are or what your doing,

Your family, your friends and your loved ones will be at your bodies viewing,

You will be stored in a morgue in a freezer as cold as ice,

Make your life right and repent because you don’t get to live twice,

Everyone dies and when it’s your time to go your going,

Your heart will quit and your blood will stop flowing,

You will be put in a coffin and thrown into a hole,

When you reach your time to die, the Death Angel will reap your soul. 


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The War Confessions

There’s a fury on the waves
A madness taking place
Fueled by the blood
Of weary wage slaves

And they taught us how to hate
In a hi tech kind of way 
Made us meat puppets 
For the wars they wage

In a playground, running round
In a playground, being clowns
Weren’t we once kids
Just kicking a ball?
Laughing ‘bout everything
Nothing at all

In a playground, ‘neath the sun
In a playground, having fun
Weren’t we once kids
Thought war is a game?
Fall over dead
And jump up again

(Hey, hey, what do you want to say?}

Don’t want to lose my legs
In defense of larceny
The banksters stealing billions 
From the national Treasury

Don’t want to take a bullet 
Left coughing up blood
For your right to a lap dance
At some faraway club

Don’t want to suck my meals
Through a thin feeding tube
On behalf of profiteers 
Dealing addicts their crude

Don’t want to wheeze harshly
Hooked to a machine
In the service of ingrates 
And all that’s obscene

Don’t want to suffer flashbacks
Those nightmarish screams
While billionaires lullaby 
To private jet dreams

Nobody’s tool, nobody’s fool.
NO!!!!

In a world so long ago
In a world we used to know
Weren’t we once kids?
Who sang funny songs
No thoughts of torture 
Phosphorous bombs

In a world so long ago
In a world we used to know
Weren’t we once kids?
Who rode on our bikes
Vampires scared us
Not nuclear strikes

(Hey, hey, what do you want to say?)

There’s a fury on the waves
A madness taking place
Fueled by the blood
Of weary wage slaves

There’s a world of growing horror
Where a playground stood before
And it ‘s time to stop
This lunatic war

There’s a world of growing horror
Where a playground stood before
And it’s time to stop 
This murderous war

There’s a world of growing horror
Where a playground stood before
And It’s time to  stop
This sickening war

There’s a world of growing horror
Where a playground stood before
And it’s time to stop 
This bloody awful war

Let’s bring back our playground 
Stop this war
Let’s restore our playground 
Stop this war…

Yes, it’s time 
(yes it’s time)

Time to STOP THIS WAR!






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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)






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The Pine Trees

The Pine Trees
By Patrick Lorenz

The pine trees lined the road that day
As I lay perfectly still
And there was a soft gentle breeze
As we slowly climbed the hill

And without moving a muscle
The sun peeped through the cloud
And I did not hear a thing that day
As they all stood in a crowd

The door silently swung open
I slid so slowly down
The pine trees stood there silently
As I touched the fertile ground

I didn’t hear the words that day
As the tears began to flow
But soon it was time for the end
And the time for me to go

The pine trees were there above me
Standing tall and so brave
Then all there was, was darkness
As they laid me in my grave


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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!


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Death

Death Aug. 04, 2011
What is death but a journey of the unknown? This one word brings the bravest most intelligent of human kind to their knees. Fear fills the heart as one begins to wonder, what if?
Watching those nearing death experience things of the unknown only they can see and hear brings more questions. At times reaching for things we can’t see or talking with those unseen by us. Yelling no, I don’t want to or you can’t take me! Others smile and seem to be at peace while many others are just unresponsive.
If you watch children and ask them questions when in the room of a dying loved one; answers come that might surprise or even shock some. A child was told by a physician he was such a good boy and so quiet while everyone visited his sick grandma. The boy while coloring told the physician the beautiful angels around grandma’s bed asked me to color quietly so everyone could see grandma one last time before she leaves with them. Surprised by his answer they all just looked at one another. Then the little boy said, “Bye grandma”. He said, “See grandma is leaving with the angels.” Getting up to check the patient the physician found she had just passed away!
Why was the child able to see what no one else could see or hear? Is it the innocents and not having learned to disbelieve? Why are some so afraid in the face of death? I watch others filled with faith, which is at peace and ready to go. Others say nothing at all and show no expression. Some say they are ready and then panic and will do anything not to die begging you to help them!
Death is the unknown journey we wonder about and watch as loved ones experience it. What will we do if death finds us? Are angels surrounding you and singing songs of comfort? What sort of things will be waiting for you when you take your finale breath? 
Death is not meant to be feared, as they lay waiting to pass; comforted by an experience only shared by a few on lookers from time to time; beautiful angels and amazing colors have been described. At times sounds so wonderful yet nothing like anything ever heard before are talked about. Things children say are always the most beautiful and short. Children speak as if we surely see and hear the same things as them for how could we not? At no time are these children ever afraid! Death was filled with beauty and angels took care of their loved one as they left peacefully together never looking back!
                                                                              Debbie Knapp.


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Somewhere over the rainbow

I had heard this song by an obscure artist, with a twist as it played verses 
of 'Somewhere over the rainbow, with 'What a wonderful' world entwined. 
It's simply melody strummed on a ukalele mesmerized me as I listened on the radio 
in the car.
I remember saying to my wife, "I want this at my funeral." I was morbidly honest 
that way.
Several years later, I was watching an episode of E.R. in which our favorite 
character, Dr. Green discovers he has brain cancer, and a short time to live. He's 
basically given the advice we all wish to avoid. "You don't have long, retire, enjoy 
the time you have left."
 Dr Green, plans a vacation with his daughter, who's relationship has been strained 
since his divorce. For the next three or four episodes Dr. Green and his daughter 
spend his last days surfing in Hawaii. Mending the relationship slowly, to a degree 
of understanding only a father and daughter could know. He's still Dad, and she's a 
teen working on letting go of her resentments.
In the last episode of the story, he's not doing well. He keeps passing out and his 
strength is waning. He knows it's only a matter of days, possibly hours; but doesn't 
share this with his daughter, the scenary is of a bungalo on the beach, white sands 
surround the openness of the primitive bungalo, palm trees speckle the beach, and 
in the distance lies the royal blue waters of the Pacific Ocean.
A day of surfing is suddenly changed as he suggests that his daughter go ahead of 
him, he'll stay back and watch until his strength returns. So he sits in a hammock, 
and watches out in the water as she strolls off to surf, Background music grows to 
this song I'd so loved, by and artist named Israel "IZ" Kamakawiwo?ole and as the 
music is playing softly, the camera pans in on the face of Dr. Green for his death 
scene, and his last breath. The camera pulls back, from the back of his head, above 
the bungalo, above the beach as if we are Dr Green's soul departing this earth.
Yes, I cried like a little school girl as realized that my favorite character had just 
been erased from our show, with no chance to come back for a Cameo... What!? of 
course that's why I cried! OKAY! it was a tear jerker! and the saddest part, was the 
relationship with his daughter was still in repair . Moral of the story i guess-- You 
never know when its your time, so don't hold on to petty resentments, and love 
every minute of life.  

I later learned, Israel "IZ" Kamakawiwo?ole; had also died






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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.


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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.


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Autumn, Lit.Op.3

Oh summer sun’s dusk, the last of its kind!
Now season to tame the bloom that was wild,
Dyed leaves in the air and their rushing sound,
Go dance in the wind like flares in the ground,

This time it’s his time to wither and die,
This Tree that stood straight front my window by,
Those summers and springs while all looked up high,
It hinders my sight- see Venus in sky,

But now it’s his time to wither and die,
This tree that stood straight front my window by,
Now I am among that can cherish her,
Gone in my perspective- all the Tree’s blur,

I saw her meet the leafy winds of fall,
And through the cold her grace and beauty crawl,
This winter and fall we all looked up high,
At last so I see, I see her in sky!

But this spring had sprung along with its bloom,
The tokens of past are the guilt and gloom,
Rise in its remains front my window by,
Hence there I had gazed my loss as I cry,

“In the humid air as drenched earth below,
Down to his shade where there I was spared so,
And back the days where my peace was at stake,
The anger I shared- these all for my sake,”

For those where his deeds whom I had seen least,
They all were unveiled as now he’s deceased,
So here I see forth- winter! Oh its grief!
Dyed are in the air; last sun’s gloomy leaf,

Shame! Fool, I was fooled. Sweet lies in her hands,
Thus so I’m to look his corpse where this stands…
Front my window by. Radiates those good nights,
I send my rejects to all her invites!

-oOo-


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Undas 2012 -- Day of the Dead

There I was, for the second night, visiting you.
It’s that time of the year again
where graves don’t seem so lonely,
all lit up
with flames, flowers and faces 
I find it so beautiful, Undas...

We all might be contained
within our own circles, 
but thoughts and feelings are somehow linked—
similar in remembrance
of what was lost, of what is loved.

This time always reminds me of regret.
Oh yes, my sighs are so pregnant with them,
giving birth to a nursery full of wailing cry babies.

Death.  
Of someone, of something. Of anything.
How final it seems. 
So much lost, so much taken.

Then the operative word, “seems”, jumps out at me.

I am reminded of grass razed by fire,
seemingly dead—hopeless.
Brown, dried, burnt.
Some might leave it be and move on with their lives.
But some
might dig beneath the dirt, dust it off,
then they might find hope.
The roots are still there, alive.

A second chance to make things right.
To nurture it better this time around.

Maybe, this is why I cling so hard to the thought 
of an afterlife.
Why so many people do.
I don’t want to think of death as The End.

You’ve graced my life, our lives with so much
and I still catch myself seeing you in other people.
In this manner, you are still very much alive.

This is also why I kiss the day that you were born.

You were given to us, albeit for a short while
but you are still here in some other ways,
and I am thankful for that.

I light one of your candles, whisper my prayers,
and something touches past my right hand.
(Ah, I’ve always felt that certain emptiness with that hand.)
I see what it is, and it embraces my heart.
It is small yet so profound for me.
A white butterfly. 
Choosing that moment 
to flutter past me, touching me in that darkness.

It lands on one of the leaves of your floral arrangement
and stays there with me.




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** For my brother, & to all my loved ones who have gone on. I also want to dedicate this to all who have lost their loved ones, either recently or long ago—the void will always be there, but the memories & love that they have given us will never be forgotten in our hearts.

Undas is a yearly tradition here, where most Filipinos flock to the cemeteries to visit their dead. Ok, I will not rule out that some go there not exactly to visit the dead but to join in the hmm, festivities (if walking through cemeteries is your thing), being with friends, eating, since of course there are lots of food stalls present during this time.


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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.








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The Ghost I Knew

Can I catch you
Can you stay?
Forests at wood
There we play
A gentle hand 
That fixed the dress
Brushing tears back
Saving stress
I can not bare
The oaken wave
Only memories
Can I save
I miss your hair
And what it covered
More than a mind
God knows I loved her
The ghost I knew
She rests away
I can not catch you
You can not stay.


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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.


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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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The journey

As I lay in bed there dreaming.
Lowered down in silent screaming.
into a world of silent shadowed shores.

In the waters bleak and freezing.
In a time I wander teasing.
Seeking out the life I so desperately sought before.
                                                                                                                   Then a tree so distant tall.
leaves that tumbled unto a call.
Lightly falling glades of silvery seeds, 
glistening upon the shadow shaded shore.
                                                                                                                    Reality it came to me.
The time that left the time that be.
insightful colors joyous glee
growing life from guilt of battered devils door.

Whence there upon a breath I took.
A whitened light the shadow shook.
Smiles greeting journey of time that lie before.


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In my corrupt stead

Draped from her body, they sparkle like gold. Tear soaked and smothered, in lies that she's told. She wears them ashamed, but she wears them with grace. To cover the pain, that is etched in her face. 
  It's her mark, it's her passion, her reason to breathe. As shallow and weak, as pathetic can be. 
  For the last time I saw her, was the last place she laid. Where I held her so close, deep down in her grave. No more to be seen, no more to betray. Damned and unheard, while she cried out in vain. 

Don't pity the evil, corrupt and forsaken. Who've strayed from the path, that they should have taken. It's all self inflicted, they live unrestricted. But on this their last day, they'll all be convicted. 

Etched in his body, the scars will remain. Blood soaked in madness, he's nearly insane. He wears them in anger, but he wears them with pride. To expose to the world, all his hate that's inside. 
  It's his mark, it's his passion, his reason to breathe. As shallow and weak, as cruel as can be. 
  But the last place I saw him, was the last time he raged. Where I beat him and broke him, deep down in his grave. No more to be seen, no more to be heard. Damned and destroyed, underneath all his dirt. 

Don't pity the evil, corrupt and forsaken. Who've strayed from the path, that they should have taken. It's all self inflicted, they live unrestricted. But on this their last day, they'll all be convicted.

Now sift through my ashes, gather up all my bones. Let him without sin, cast the first stone. Pile me up in a bucket, and leave me to stay. So I can face my creator, on my judgement day. 
 It's my life, it's my passion, it's what I believe. As misunderstood, as reckless can be. 
  For the last time you saw me, was the last time I prayed. Where I dug my own hole, and laid down in my grave. No more to be hated, no more to be feared. For in my corrupt stead, an angel appeared. 


Details | Ghazal | |

Ghazal at New Dawn

To once transcend and yet remain here
A life, what was, some wind hath lain here.

A fortress sinks by fate and blood
What glory, tell, made life adorned here?

Supple trace of ill containment
So forced from death but to be chained here.

Lilac crumbs mark travels homeward
Or a path unseen to life beyond here.

How I, a rose on nested silk
Make peace at last to travel on here.


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Time

Time goes by so slowly 
Life goes by so fast 
We are just the sand 
In a desert so vast 
Time is the reaper 
We are the corn 
Time is so plentiful 
when we are born 
When we get old 
Time is the same 
But you and I cannot remain 
When we are grieving 
Time is the healer 
When we are sleeping 
Time has no meaning 
When we are dying 
Time does no crying 


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Crossin the Picket Line in Heaven

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


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Lucid Dream

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

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

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


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THE MEANING OF EASTER

Chocolate bunnies and Easter eggs,
Fluffy chicks and lambs at play,
The spring of the year is a beautiful time,
And we celebrate as the time draws nigh,

To remember the reason for all our good cheer;
For now is the time The Resurrection draws near.
We celebrate Jesus who conquered the foe,
Of Sin and Death and delivered our souls,

Up from the abyss where we languished in wait,
Beneath the burden of unspeakable hate.
He marched into Hell and in triumph brought out,
All who are His and they came with a shout;

Victory is ours because Jesus lives,
He's salvaged our souls and He's cleansed and forgives,
All who will come to Him, on us He bestows,
A robe of His Righteousnesss as it was foretold!

We honor the Sacrifice made by Father and Son,
And we honor the love that redeemed us as one.
We celebrate the Victory won over our foe.
We celebrate Jesus, our Conquering Hero.


                                                             Judy Ball



"BUT I AM TELLING YOU THIS STRANGE AND WONDERFUL SECRET;
WE SHALL NOT ALL DIE, BUT WE SHALL ALL BE GIVEN NEW BODIES.
IT WILL ALL HAPPEN IN A MOMENT, IN THE TWINKLING OF AN EYE, WHEN THE TRUMPET IS BLOWN; FOR THERE WILL BE A TRUMPET BLAST FROM THE SKY AND ALL CHRISTIANS WHO HAVE DIED WILL COME ALIVE WITH NEW BODIES THAT WILL NEVER DIE.
AND THEN WE WHO ARE STILL ALIVE WILL SUDDENLY HAVE NEW BODIES TOO FOR OUR EARTHLY BODIES WE HAVE NOW THAT CAN DIE MUST BE TRANSFORMED INTO HEAVENLY BODIES THAT CAN NOT PERISH . WHEN THAT HAPPENS THEN AT LAST THIS SCRIPTURE WILL COME TRUE,"DEATH IS SWALLOWED UP IN VICTORY. O DEATH WHERE IS THY VICTORY? WHERE IS THY STING? FOR SIN, THE STING THAT CAUSES DEATH IS GONE AND THE LAW WHICH REVEALS OUR SIN WILL NO LONGER BE OUR JUDGE. HOW WE THANK GOD FOR ALL OF THIS. IT IS HE WHO MAKES US VICTORIOUS THROUGH JESUS CHRIST OUR LORD.
                           1Corinthians 15:51-58


For LindaMarie's Easter Inspirations Contest


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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"


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ROAD TO EXILE: BOKO HARAM

Road to exile.

Boko Haram immigrants of hell,

nurtured to torture,

Bomb-tore people like vulture.

 

We all scared for our own fear,

Death,

that makes us all victim.

Just for a much smaller group or network.

 

It bothers me, in my inner mind,

how heartless a human can be,

heart more harder than the wildest beast.

who just turned devourer, for religion and illiteracy.

 

It bothers me less, knowing the time we are in,

The ruthless time of age,

the era John, reviled,

For only those who stand strong will be full of ecstatic.

 

They claim to be ignorant of Boko,

yet they made use of it,

They path this way, for all these Cock and Bull story.

Regardless of, we will exonerate.

 

Our faith in Christ Jesus will grow stronger,

For the Conqueror Peaceful Lamb,

Will slay the Perpetrators, with His rod.

Only then will the Crying Soul Rest.


Details | Ekphrasis (Ecphrasis) | |

To Whom It May Concern

To Whom it may concern,
the chances of my letter reaching you
are as slim as a message in a bottle.
My words throttle in waves of desolate emotion.
As common at it may be,
the moral to the message at sea is "Chance".
To Whom it may concern,
the chances of my letter reaching you
are as slim as a baby walking without a waddle.
My words throttle in falls of desolate emotion.
As common as it may be,
the moral of the waddling baby is "Chance".
To whom it may concern,
the chances of my letter reaching you
are as slim as a sponsor less model.
My words throttle in bankrupts of desolate emotion.
As common as it may be,
the moral to the model's degree is "Chance".
To Whom it may concern,
The chances of my letter reaching you are slim.
Because of my desolate emotions, I try any how.
As common as it may be,
It's by chance that one day you might hear me
Sincerely, To Whom it may concern


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Birds Told Us The Time

Four black birds sitting in a row.
Came to tell us it was her time to go.

Grandmom had seen them sitting on the line.
And wondered what their purpose was at the time.

She came to the waiting room and said that four birds
Kept flying to her with chirping messages their words.

They flew to her four times, each one trying to speak.
And all this time our loved one was growing very weak.

Slowly the clock made it to four.
And we were all sitting there watching the door.

We finally heard footsteps coming across the floor.
And the doctor told us our loved one had left us at four!

We then knew that these four birds had been sent
To tell us of our loved one's going before she went.


Details | Sonnet | |

IF ONLY I HAD ONE DAY

If I only had one day to live on earth's fragile dimension
I would pass by all fears that kept me standing like rock,
Dismissing stodgy impulses to win in a concrete contention
For my instincts to release, as new Gates arise and unlock.
Oh!The unfair world would carry on it's endless course 
And Time's vanity would sell promises still to human mind,
Yet, I would weep not for my Fate's erring horse,
Even if my ticket was expired, a Golden path would be defined.
Maybe I would send letters of love to lovers I craved all those years,
Or I would spend last moments with faces familiar and close,
Or even maybe I would find the one to die with me and plan our steers,
The beauty of this land I walked to leave and expiate near windy blows.
My soul ready for return would seek redemption upon the starry sky,
Reaching my Home I will wave to earth's wisdom, hearing it's long ''bye-bye''.


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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



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Haunted

On Memorial Day I am haunted and flooded with so much grief.
My Mother lies next to my Grandmother and they next to my Great Aunt.
My Fathers name is there, too, but blessedly he’s not there yet.
Such great memories are restored as I look at each stone.
Once again I’m a rambling child with no kids of my own.
I remember the safety they afforded me, and all the treats and their love.
All their little sacrifices they gave, when I was still too young to know.
Why did I chase after a kitten when Grandma was so close by my side?
A simple tug on her skirt and she would of hugged me and smiled with pride.
Why was I discovering butterflies, when my Great Aunt was close there too?
She made the best pies EVER from scratch while I played in another room.
Why did I take Mom for granted… when as a child she gave me so much?
What I wouldn’t give for her gentle touch… and another soothing hug…
And Grandpa lies by Grandma… he was always repairing something or by her side.
And now there are all my aunts, uncles, and cousins that are all scattered around. 
They made Christmas my favorite time as their talk and laughter rang out.
They’d laugh, talk, and enjoy each other’s company, as I’m sure now they do.
I can’t imagine them in any other way, than at my Grandma’s on those wonderful 
days.
We’d sit down to a holiday feast with everyone all around and it all seemed like play.
Were they then thinking of others that they knew from long ago?

As I walk around the graveyard picking out old friends, I remember their wistful 
looks…
They did the same each year, as they talked about the past even back then.
Perhaps its time my stone goes there, though I’ve a few more years to go.
That will help my children when it’s also my time to go…
And surprisingly it makes me feel I’m not leaving the older family alone.
It’s like a kiss, and a tug on a skirt to leave that something behind.
It’s a promise… they’ll be remembered until it too, is my time…
Until then I’ll bring my children and tell stories from long ago…
One day a year can’t be too much since it’s memories that I bestow. 
And they all simply add up to the life that I have known.


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Suicide Cheats Death

It was cold.

Death's fingers
Resting on my forehead.
The nail
Scraping, scraping,
Skin scorching
Of pain.

"You want darkness
Or heaven?"

He cackled, losing grip
On the nail
Bludgeoning
For blood.

"Time's a wasting."

The wind stopped blowing a long while ago.
Death composed himself;
Pulled the nail out
'Til the roused red
Spouted out

And the cold resurfaced.

"You ain't scared.
This suicide?"

"Death.
If only you knew,
How much I craved
For this to end."

The frostbite quivered.
Death removed
The deadly weapon
From the skin.

"I'm a murderer.
Not a liberator."

Death.
His charm tensed,
As his tongue rid
The blood stain from his white digit
Forcing exit as a bitter belch,
And a satiated grin
Carved on his
Phantom tint.

"I'll be back when you have a purpose
Eh?
Ain't no joy for me when there's joy for you."

And he will.
Yes, he will wait.
Patiently,
Waiting
To grace my blood
With his twitching nail,
Edging icily.
For it will only take
The whisper of a smile,
A soundless breeze,
To summon even the remnants
Of his presence.


Details | ABC | |

Just A Second In Time

As I lay my hand on my womb
I realize you will be here soon!
My pains come on quick and I could feel your patience 
wearing thin..
Like a butterfly coming out of a cacoon 
my dear you arrived very soon!
You looked up at me with your beautiful big blue eyes
and I could feel the rays of love beaming from your eyes!
You were my pot of Gold at the end of the rainbow..
The first day I seen you walk my heart beamed with pride..
The first time you talked I cried tears of joy!
When you graduated from kindergarten I realized that day
you could be anything you wanted to be!
As time has passed each and every achievement you have ever achieved 
has been my pot of gold..
My little angel sent from above..
Now as I lay you down below the ground...
My tears fall and I wonder how this could be?
This was not suppose to happen to me...
As I lay my hands on my womb
I think back to the moment you arrived with those big baby blue eyes..
Just a second in time you were here
But the lord says have no fear
An angel i let you borrow and a angel in time, my dear child she was always mine...



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.


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Today is all we really have

Morning brings the news
     


    my wife has lost her sister



         
          Tis' splendor now in heaven




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Lost In Thought

Now who would of thought the thoughts that would truly get the mind lost in fragile thought?
 So much on our known life, 
about unknown death when we laugh at others but at ourselves we really cry, 
in our very own hidden truth lies, 
amongst our own poeple who we defy, 
until we fight, 
for wrongs for personal rights, 
**** the darkness is what make us appreciate the light, 
I dont talk the talk nor do I walk the walk because I walk my talk while I swagger and swerve im my talks through these walks,
 Life can get so messy with death that its time for those of us here to grab the broom so God can mop,
 I live life to the fullest with what little I have because I dont have a lot, 
I live life shitty sometimes like almost everyone else like it or not, 
Im not special Im so unique Im individual with word talent I know I got, 
I know what I dont have so its important more knowledge among me is sought, 
I can be wrong half the time but can still make it 100% right I was self-taught among a young soul that seems to be bought,
 I got a bad limp but dont get me wrong I can still gallup through darkness while I jog lost in the early morning fog waiting to be patiently found in the midnight lounge where I trot,
 Truly lost so easily in profound hard thoughts litterally running from the cops waiting to duck and dodge from open gunshots,
 Bodies and shells drop where caskets are made among a dying crop, 
I can still make a splatter where there was just but a tiny dot, 
I used to have merely nothing now atleast I can truly say I have a safe spot, 
I was found looking for truth in lies lost in thought....


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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 | Ballad | |

Deadman Wonderland

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


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Mom's Last Words

“when I left her side she said something, nothing of great importance, I did not know those were her last words...” It’s been three years since you have spoken to me, Your voice I hear in my head, is now only a memory, Lying in bed so still and quiet, your chest slowly rises and falls, I sit in silence and listen to your world, all the noises in the halls. You once walked the halls so proud and well dressed, Loving life, enjoying people and feeling so blessed. How can a disease rob you of your heart and soul, I look in your eyes, are you in there, its taken such a toll. I visit you often to sit and talk endlessly about nothing, I wonder if you still enjoy music, oh, how you could sing. The nursing home now does not seem like such a cruel place, You have lost everything in this world, all but your body space. I hug your tiny frame so frail, seems like I may break a bone, The nurses come and go, calling you Junebug, I don’t condone, Your name is June and you’d be unwilling to develop a bond, But now you lie there with arms straight, unable to respond. You guided me in life and loved me well and so strong, But your spirit time with me, loving me was not long. How would I know the last words were really your last, You know nothing now, not me or anything from your past. I want to ask you about your pies, or how to make a curtain, You could answer almost anything, or so it seemed I’m certain. Having a coffee at night when Dad was in bed, we’d just sit and talk, Oh, I miss you so very much, your mind I wish I could unlock. Although I hate to see you fade and lose that last spark in your eye, I know that I’ll see you again one day, when it is my time to die. This disease means losing you twice but that I can endure, For now I know you are at peace in heaven, for that I am sure. Written by Lee Ramage August 27, 2011 Constance LaFrance Contest "Mother" *Placed First*


Details | Free verse | |

Maybe the Guff was empty, cancer full moon eclipse

Maybe the guff was empty—Cancer full moon eclipse

Left field call on the black wall phone
faint cry from the distant end
spoke with throat lump of capital
disaster and a troddened womans most
everydom—lost before found—somehow Jan
knew and put forth a celestial no comment with 
I-hope-I-am-wrong-love gesture for the
love torn bull awaiting a cancerfold friend
offspring no spring-perhaps next spring. Anna
soild Anna so poised of classic stock sometimes
never bending to an antiflexible Taurus mood
was caught in a never place,  why of questions-
depleted character strikes. Will the blood
hordes rally for the fallen “fetalrade” and
heal the internal emohurt temperature 
inferno of unknown bliss. Does it ever come
at the right instant? Like where’s a cop when
you really need one—maybe 7-11 therapy would 
bring solice and peace. Forgive the forgiver
and pass your sense into another ability
Keep your mind and your soul for the little 
lost egg. I don’t know know or could never compromise 
no more of a complex juxtaposition of life
and death than that of biobeings so
closely connected that share the same
existance, one within-one yet
percent infinity bonded in a tidewater
liquid symbiosis that no manbeing in time
past or future will hope to match let alone
entertain. Be that as it may, you’ve felt the
sting of life and the creation of flesh for a brief
moment of time in time   and time is that holder of all
events we hope to achieve—your time in both
will come to be—you will share
and create from within, and not waiver
about the fallbacks we run down for
no explanations from anyone will suffice
or reason to make a whole sense of such
a fathomless inconsistency. I felt your
loss deep in my knees and thoughts flew
to your little soul upstairs. There are words
and there are no words—my deepest senses
to you and Dana—I know it will happen for you
as all things come to pass for those deserving                          dave collins


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The Collection Plate is not a Payphone

The preachers say they have my God on speed dial  
A ladder to the heavens once again
Operator, put me through directly
This time I just don’t wanna go through them

I fear my calls may not have been delivered 
And maybe I don’t have the time to wait 
Now I am concerned that I’ll be buried 
And that the payphone in the church is just a plate 

I surely can’t contest the pulpit masters
Indeed I have transgressed a righteous law 
But if it is God’s laws that I have broken 
Why is it a man who flaps his jaw 

What man can say that he will end my quarrel 
With the One that I offended through and through 
Is there a mercy store with clerks who sell forgiveness?
Is there anything that God Himself will do? 

Never will they have to pass my message 
I will place my own confession in His hand 
At least if I'm beyond my rights to do it 
For that, I will not answer to a man

Kyle Ezra Kriticos


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An Era gone

An Era Gone.

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

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

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

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

2000 Socrares.


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The final argument




I am not a hater , I am a man with  causes
To have peace , to set pigeons free , to share roses
The government of US , I want you just to take a guess!!
Philistine , Philistine ,Philistine is what we miss
Give it back , then may peace be
or, the friend of my enemy 
is my enemy . So let it be 
 So let it be.



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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~










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TRAVELLER

As i traverse, never know when my sun will retire wholly
  As its gaze bump on whole, to split out my knight errant shadow,
Dusty and encrusted sole of mine, wild creatures hum their pitying elegy like a widow  While colourful grasses rest on their sandy and muddy couch delightfully.

The cloud coming with veiled complexion, my sun must go into bed, 
 The moon surfacing, the exact time for shadowy walkers,
Might stop in your hut to taps your wood like woodpeckers,  
Chide me not, don't let your eyes go red.

For, that which comes to a man goes to another man 
Maybe whirl whirl like wind or yours drizzle drizzle like rain, 
Which thou cannot trick upon, as thou lives among human
For, mankind race is a journey to the same terrain.

For traveller am i since birth put me on 
 Chide me not away, nor my time sit upon.


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Endless Time (Part II)

Death rose from his chair and with bow did depart,
vanishing quickly amidst grey early morning mist.
Now with seeming content, I returned to my bed,
tho' long night of dialogue still forefront in mind 
held my slumber at bay washed by an ominous sense.
Compact betwixt Death and myself to reign eternal;
upon my doorstep Death’s presence shall not return.
Slowly, my eyes closed for a much needed rest.

Alone I now sit looking out my windows to ponder,
reflecting on past days and years and millennia,
as endless eons come and go in a twinkling instant.
I consider the pact made with Death in days long ago, 
to wit, I shan’t reveal to save thee endless torment;
but relinquished my due: an honorable end to being.
Consigned, I am, to merely exist like that of Death
feeling not emotions of pleasure, grief, hope, or despair.

I watch the perpetual heavenly stars blink out one by one
leaving only endless dull, unadorned black velvet space. 
And I dole out life’s length to each man, woman, and child;
to each living creature, to the wind and planets and stars.
I will outlast Death, no agreement made on this matter;
here afore life sprouted, remaining long after it withers.
I am to remain steadfast in eternal solitude unchanged,
For I am Time -- infinite, without peer.


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Because I Could Not Stop For Death

Author Note: Entry for Jon Heck Contest "EDGE." When I think of "fear," I can think of
nothing more fearful than death and wondering what it is like.


Because I could not stop for death,
my brain,
the grand inquisitor,
ponders the moment.

About six minutes,
the time it takes
for the brain to die.

What happens in that short time?
Does the brain ramble;
try to decompose
if, it indeed died?
 
In death, is there fear;
is recognition instantaneous?
Can you see it in the eyes?

Is six minutes time to make
peace before judgment?
Or, serenity,
a time to relax and reminisce
before memory fades for all time.

Six minutes,
biblical prophecy,
ashes to ashes,
dust to dust,
does partake.
 
Because I could not stop for death, 
in six minutes,
everything learned
erased for all time;
my body lies dead,
I say goodbye.


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Through the veil

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

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

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

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

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

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


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HISTORY IN POETRY-

HISTORY IN POETRY

REMEMBER, REMEMBER THE 5TH of NOVEMBER.

The world still remembers Mr Guy Fawkes,
who plotted to blow up the House of Lords.
Tortured, guilty of treason, the story is told
how he cheated The Hangman; he jumped off the scaffold.
A broken neck did not appease the Crown,
who hung and quartered all foes of renown.
In response, a decree that all people remember
the failed plot; a holiday, for the 5th of November! 

Children hunt while mothers groan,
‘Why can’t we be left alone?
All we want is a place to rest, 
But all we hear is, ‘Where’s Grandpa’s vest?
You want those old trousers I threw out,
and those old shoes, with their soles half out?
If I threw them out, then they’re no good,
So please be quiet you know you should.’

‘We won’t be noisy; we will be good.
We’re looking for two long bits of wood.’
‘Hey Mum, we found these sticks, in the bombed out houses.
Can we have Dad’s old coat; and those old trousers?’
Stuffed with paper, gosh, he’s fat!
The bonfire’s ready, but where’s Guy’s hat?
Oh there it is, stuck fast in that briar,
Now Guy Fawkes was ready for our street’s Bon-Fire.

We couldn’t bother Mum, and Dad was at his works,
but, we needed money to buy fireworks.
‘Penny for the Guy, Mister,’ we called outside the shop,
‘we must have some crackers when we put him up top.’
Bangers and Jumping Jacks, were thrown on the ground
to give a fright and a scare as all dodged around.
There were bottles with rockets that fly to the sky.
There were hands in pockets; warm and dry.

The flames rose high, we could see through the fire.
The Guy stood up on his funeral pyre.
He cannot jump off that pile of wood;
he’s tied tight to the chair that used to be good.
On the chair’s legs, we all scratched our names,
And remember the reason as it goes up in flames.
Guy Fawkes, on barrels of gun powder; a patsy
for the treasonable reasons of Robert Catesby.

Remember, remember the 5th of November
not for the gunpowder, the treason or the plot.
Betrayed, found guilty, Fawkes cheated being slaughtered.
By the government who wanted him drawn and quartered,
but Guy Fawkes? He died his way, whether they liked it or not. 


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My Hero died today

It was very early in the morn
The news not good, in depths forlorn

Memories of you dressed in your army best
A hero to me a father better than all the rest

Mom would play the piano and sing Daddy's little girl
I cried each time I heard it, my emotions in a whirl

No hero can be perfect the war had taken its toll
Alcohol had become an addiction to fill that empty hole

It stole so much time from us all, the years they flew right bye
A VA doctors test messed you up then they sent you home to die

Another hospital then another again you went to die in ICU
More than three weeks on life support with IV's arms all black and blue

I was glad to get to see you,have the chance to hold your hand
My own still much smaller than my hero's, who's life had not seemed grand

I wish I could have been there today before you passed away,I had a few words I really
wanted to say
I love you dad and always will and happy fathers day

This poem is dedicated to my father who passed early this morning fathers day 2010


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Everytime I Look Around The Corner

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


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The Years To Long From Before

The Years To Long From Before


How the years go by from the time your just learning to walk till the time you walk out of your parents house.There are time when you ask "Where did all the time go?"
Life is a dangerous games filled with birth life and death.If I could rewrite thing I think i would danger everything with only one note.Life isn't fair life is to short life is twist and turns and around again, one day we all will be faced with your death beds our coffin and then the dirt over us.I wish i could fall until I fall there no pain in falling there no worry in following there is no death in falling,can you ever relive falling until you fall to hard that you hit the ground that you fall broken? How do I steal your emotions so you can't ever worry again? Should I try harder to make you realize that the trust you put into me won't cause you grief won't cause you to leave me in a black box? There is this ever lasting light this perfect time to tell you that time before you grow up trust in me.Dear child dear sweet one what have I lost you to? you was young once bright you made my day full of joy and full of worry I can't believe that now I can't do but worry but then the way you stride yourself make proud.How many years gone by from your first words now look your to old for you to ask me to help.



This i dedicated to my mom,my younger brother and sister who even to day have stop needing the big sister and to my mom who know this feeling all to much,I love you guys so much


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Solar Love

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


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AT LAST IN LOVE AT SEA (Sonnet)

Our qualms doth not live aloft our dreams to confer 
Upon heavenly horizons where every soul shall dwell

Twas meant to turneth thy sight away from a lovers stare
Should sunshine always show, should seas forever break swell

Thou and thou maketh one long vow bound before holy eyes
As fate end lives to lure in new casts God maketh so endears

Why hath ye been sojourned in secrecy of where thine truest treasure lies
When in that divine next place, you will sigh at thine sight of no fears

Mustn't time only tell tales lived on by unvanquished surrenderers
Sailing cordially lost with us, addled no more but paddled on pent in pain 

Or herein reap rewards wrought upon death’s frozen oar bearers
Shores to shores, we promised ourselves cradles to returneth once again

Thus as adventure unfolds amongst ocean graves hushed we see
Where perpetual peace reigneth forever we are at last in love at sea


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DEATH OF A GAY MADAMOISELLE

(Note: it is rare that I make drastic changes to anything I write, but a friend made some suggestions about changing my poem DEATH OF MADAMOISELLE duPONT, and I agree with her. Here is the change, I believe it makes a much stronger poem...and very timely."
   DEATH OF A GAY MADAMOISELLE
Dear Stella, there's your path, into the park,
deep shadows hide the trees along the Seine,
the quiet of the night accents the dark
and you can feel your breathing now and then.

The peaceful gloom, enveloped by a mist,
all black and gray and shades of morbid white,
accentuates the place your eyes have missed,
where someone waits, who's watched you every night.

This place, where gendarmes warn to be aware,
tonight is more foreboding than you've known,
and so you pause; you look; is someone there?
it's then you realize, you are alone.

The snapping of your heels you hear increase,
as if the hurry puts your mind at peace.

Engulfed, the path leads up and from the Seine,
and then you'll be out of this narrow pit,
but suddenly you feel the eyes again,
much closer than a glove too small to fit.

You struggle with your thinking, in a word,
to flee or just pretend no one is there,
and so you hum a tune you've never heard,
and place your safety in your mother's prayer.

Oh, Stella, Stella, in the spring you'll wed,
your sweet Marie, believe she's at your side,
and you will laugh at all this gloom and dread...
though courage might have found you, it has lied.

The shadows all are moving; you can hear
the breathing of someone who's all too near.

The quiet; crickets sounding no alarm,
but now a drizzle rain cools at your heat,
and tingles flowing down onto your arm
remind you of the friends you'll never meet;

quite suddenly, she's grabbed you from behind,
and muffles any sound you might have found,
you cannot scream, to hurt is in your mind,
but she's too quick, she's pinned you to the ground.

Who is this thing, your lover or your friend,
you might have pained...why does she want you dead?
or is this just someone who brings the end,
you've never known, with killing in her head?

You feel no teardrops, feel no blood nor fright,
there's only pain, then blinding, blinding light....
     © 2003 ron wilson aka veebdosa


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With and Stand

With and Stand 


Bring me peace and I shall spare your life.
Seek me out and I shall be your champion.
Submit to me and I shall be yours a life time over.

Shalt I be in thy presence set pace and order me to lead your armies to victory.
Shalt I be thy warriors set pace and lend me your strength and fight even to death may it be.
Shalt I be thy partner set pace and bring my life, down, even to ruins at your very command it shall be.

Stand next to me be we equals in our lives fight next to me to be us comrades in our everyday rogue lives.
Fall next to me be we die together and not before or after the bloody moon.
Can we speak as one, no we may not.
Peace was brought by with passion.
Found with ever class over the moon and back submitted to and never lost with that a golden lock.

Order and set up we won the battles fulfilling our duties.
Stand proud me, your warrior won time and time again even death lost.
Partner good and evil may we rise to those who stand against us, never to fall upon another’s rules.

Have we won? No we haven't.

Bring me from the edge of death and I shall bring you harmony.
Sought me out for victory and I shall be your army.
Submit to your will, drive me over and back again for I shall be at to your noted command.

Brought back from the edge of death the songs of harmony are being sung.
Found by you, I pledge victory and thus I won you ever lasting life. 
Asked and received I shall have them bear arm to me as we follow your command.

With this I am at your mercy for you have saved me not once but twice there shall be no third.
I will fight to the bitter end; by your side shall I know your monarch will rein for many years.
With this blood badge this is my pledge to you.

Order me, lend me strength, see me as your equal, save me , treasure you, fight with the spirit of the warrior, and when it is all set in done shall I be in your hands or will you be in mine?





Details | Choka | |

A Battle Begins

With promise of death clad in amour of respect in proud strides I reach the dust in distant shadow through the stadium doorway my wife silently engulfed ______________________________ Amy's Choka Contest


Details | Elegy | |

Butterfly Spirits

When you walk outside into the open air
When you look around at all the beauty everywhere
Think of butterflies fluttering all around
Filling the atmosphere from the sky to the ground
When you feel the wind across your face
Remember my love is all over the place
When you see one lone butterfly fluttering by with such beauty and grace
Think of me and the last time you saw a smile on my face
Remember the joy we shared in our lifetime together
The bond we shared was the most precious treasure
You are blessed with memories of our years on earth
Just as God blessed me on the day of your birth
I have moved on to a glorious place
But daily I am still blessed with your loving face
When you see a butterfly, think of me
That is my spirit flying high and free
I watch over you my dear loved ones, each day and night
I am so proud of your choices to live your life right
My love for all of you will continue to flow
I miss throwing my arms around you more than you know
I am flying with Angels in the Heaven’s above
We watch over you always and send down our love
Look for the butterflies with colors so bright
For they host the spirits of loved ones now out of sight
You must keep your chin up and take care of yourself
But remember God sends His Angels to sometimes help
When you least expect it, at a time of great need
That’s when an Angel appears to do a good deed
Keep your eyes open and be prepared
Great blessings will be upon you when you’re least aware
Watch for the butterflies as they flutter around
They will soon appear in your life when they are less likely to be found
My heart is with you as I watch from afar
Angels walk with you wherever you are
Trust in my word and know that many blessings are upon you
For God has sent Angels who will help you through 
Hold memories close and cherish those in your life with love
Trust in my word and in the Lord above


Copyright © 2003   Shari E Davis


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!


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Buried love

He is sleeping in my bed unsuspecting,
As I sneak out the back door again.
I stalk across the dimly lit garden,
Stricken with guilt, remorse, heart-piercing pain.
 
Even during blissful moments in his arms,
Your face flickers in the reflection in his eyes.
I close mine only to see your face again,
In the blackness, dark as night skies.
 
How can I be happy with someone else,
When thoughts of you haunt me, asleep or awake?
How can I smile up at him,
When its your features I'm trying to remake?
 
Even though he makes me happy,
Its nothing compared to the joy you brought me.
I start the car and stare at the lucky charm,
Remembering when you said, my happiness it will guarantee.
 
I guess it never did work,
Because now I'm sitting in this empty car,
Wondering how things could have gone this wrong,
When we had promised stay together upon a solitary star.
 
I'm driving down the familiar road,
Wishing an accident would take away this pain.
Better a quick unfortunate incident,
Than a slow death, plagued by guilt, going a little insane.
 
Walking through the wrought iron gates,
I cant help remembering the many times I've sneaked out.
Each time I reach the graveled path,
If you're worth the trouble, I doubt.
 
But I cant help stalking out the house,
You've become my obsession, my pilgrimage.
Praying silently he never finds about you,
For I'm sure he'll have me put in a cage.
 
I feel the steady calm rising as I near you,
Your voice is in the wind, the rustle of the leaves.
I can hear my heart beat in my ears,
I move to your headstone among the other graves.
 
As usual I trace the engraved heart,
Let a few tears slip and lie down on your cover.
Wishing the block of marble between would disappear and so,
For the last time I could see my sunshine, my one true lover.
 
- Miliya Parveen


Details | Free verse | |

In the Fashion of Fine Wine

I'm hanging my hat today.
I'm putting away my coat and gloves.
I'm closing my eyes,
I won't be awake anymore.
I don't want to be awake.

What is the point if I'm outside,
Looking in on what was once my life?
When all I had I lost,
Or all I thought I knew,
I just have a memory of a less cold time,
It's not even real, I warped the view.

Alas, you can't hear me now.
You are dancing in the shadows right where I can barely see you,
Right where you're just out of reach,
You are just enough to torture me.
This silhouette of mine will resign,
And you won't see me anymore.

I'm fading effortlessly like the night into daytime.
I'm evaporating in the fashion of fine wine.
You scratch the surface like you always do,
But this time you are too late.

I'm not weak, it's just rough.
You're no king if I'm the peasant.
You never saw me like I intended,
You won't even remember to thank me once this all has ended.

I'm the beat up antique in a modern-day collection,
I'm the sore, throbbing thumb that's not green in your garden.
I've never been perfect,
Never your Savior,
You never needed me,
I never walked on water.
Endings should be something you savor,
Please my dear, do, because I am doing you a favor.

I have read the verses countless times,
While you adorn yourself with extasy,
They were only thrifty devices to stay alive,
To keep you sane and breathing,
But I caught my foot on the rug going out the door and I couldn't save you,
You stepped right over me,
I become a mark on the floorboards and nothing else to you.

You're tattered but at the same time perfect,
And we both know that I'm worthless,
So let me step aside,
Let this course ride,
No one will dare cry,
It's justified.
Suicide is not a crime.


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One More Day, Lord

If I just had one day left in life,
I'd rid myself of anger, envy, strife.
I'd hug those I loved dearly through the years,
And kneel to God, crying with bitter tears.

My prayer, dear God, extend my days to live,
For there's still one more person to forgive.
It's me, that comes regretting my despair,
Having lived a pauper's life seemed unfair.

I wanted to travel across the lands,
To see mountains high and the ocean sands.
How can I forget untraveled highways,
And be content at the end of my days?


For all that needs be done, God gives grace.
Fretting life ends, with hopes of better place.



Details | Free verse | |

In my grave

A weak shout louder than a gun shot
Out of a mouth full of depressed misery and dead emotions
A walk to infinity
A search for the light in a place so bright, yet so dark
Between sun light and dawn
Where birds sing for roses

Away in distance
Where destiny lead my way

It's going to be okay
Last words my ears choose to hear
To relieve the pain in my heart
Darkness filled my eyes
Don't try to make it shine
I smell the end
I feel the tears of grief drowning me alive

I lay down in my coffin
Under the soil
In the freezing ground
Isolated from all around
No need to make a sound
Or wear the mask that hides what's beneath

Surrounded with woods
beneath the ground just as I was
Tossed as a stone
Like a leaf fallen from an autumn tree into a lake so deep
With my skinless skull and wrist bones where cuts of regret cant be seen

I lay In my cave
In my only home
With my only friend
My rival my enemy
I can't let go...

Thoughts rushing into my mind
Bursting in and out
Words I never thought I'd speak
Words my tongue never dares to say
Well...now I know how it feels
Now after I'm gone

My lips are fading
My soul is drowning
My body is decaying 

I reach the limit
Where heart beats doesn't matter
Where I can't breathe the air
Where my only road is to hell
I'll bathe in fire from this day and forever

Never made you proud
Forgive me and make it better

Two roses laid on my grave
Endless time passes as the sun goes by
Nothing stirs 
Pure melody in silence
A selfish wind blows taking with it one 
and there goes one in vain dropping it to far away
I gaze through emptiness
Waiting for my eternal time to end
For my angel to appear
And save my weeping spirit from my sins
Which have become my reality...


Details | Rhyme | |

Falling into Darkness

Suddenly, he found himself floating through the air. He saw no light and heard no sound, just darkness everywhere. Trying to remember the place where he had been. Although he wasn’t sure it seemed to him that he had sinned. He had committed many crimes in just his few short years. And been the cause of heartaches and many, many tears. Guilty of offenses, he even had lost count. Soon the man would have to face his sins and take account. The man was given chances all throughout his life. Lucky to find love, even he had a wife. But soon he had destroyed their love and she was gone as well. Plunging the man further into evil, where he fell. Then the total darkness started turning bright. He felt that he was being pulled into a warmer light. That’s when he remembered the scene that had occurred. Although it wasn’t very clear, just pieces that were blurred. Again, he had been caught in sin but this time he would pay. For all the lives he’d taken, this was to be his day. There was no place for him to hide no place he could run to. And as he felt the fires burn that was the time he knew.


Details | Free verse | |

Three days Saved

It's been nine years, I have counted the tears-
  they have made trails of guilt
  worried into my heart 
  then filled with loneliness and bitter despair
but by your grace I have been shown...

For the first time, in these nine years, I have not wept
  nor held a vigil to honor our grief
though the loss still burns, this time it is transformed

Peace from your love still reaches through death
  and through your eternal love I am reborn
  
 It is Good Friday. 
When God took your spirit home
  and left me dying to know,
  how to love him for his sacrifice
  when he asked me to give up you?
How do I heal this death and rise with you in his arms?

Through your love I was born, and in your arms I grew
 and it has been your love the kept me whole
 that taught me how to be reborn
    for even though your body has gone
    your words lost in the wind and breath no more
The essence of grace and strength you lived
- it grows still in your daughter soul

My being and existence came from your womb
  my heart and mind shaped by your enlightenment
I have lived a life you gave me and for once
   I live it in pride to honor your sacrifice
your words giving me the guidance I'd lost nine years ago.

Alas, I've come to know, that as you died
  and went home with our Lord, you saved me from my death
not in your dying, my grief and love can attest,
    but in your living strength and loving example
       you showed me how to live a life
             open to our Father's gift

We knew it would not wait, but the parting was too fast.
I sat in thought three days before your sleep and asked,
"In three days time my savior died, I wonder hence
   what of my soul will rise with his?"

And now sitting Easter morning, 
  holding my sons candy-filled basket,
I realized Three days passed.

  He took you home Friday morn, but left me love,
that eternal love that never dies
whose comfort is unending

I honor your love by giving it to my children
         and Easter morning I felt your hug, your kiss, and knew 
                                 you have never left me
.
Though God took you home Mom
I know you have never left me
for as our Savior died and rose
you too still live in my heart, 
showing me proof our Father's blessings

    because you, my love, are my soul and all ready there
there fore I am strong enough to give this pain up 
       to honor his sacrifice and transcend,
           to be humbled by the grace and mercy
          that could forgive such lost lambs as I


Details | I do not know? | |

A New Hope? (Not Star Wars)

Cleaner air

No more despair

Fighting stopped

Doves they do flock

Together we rock

United Nations mock

We live as one

God has no more song

New year start

Forget terrors heart

 

If you think this will happen

Think again you dreaming marder

As long as the earth spins

Evil has to embark her

This is not a Care Bear® story

We dont live in the clouds with clowns

Finding the lost unicorn is not our biggest worry

Stop smoking and come back down

Until the day comes where we must unite

To save the world from Klingons and fight

We will always argue over who came first

Science, religion, Jehovahs witness, or mothers giving birth

Thats just the way nature is, beautiful but full of hate

You dont see the Lion and the Buck high fiving

As they sip tea on the porch and talk about the hippos weight

They must survive and kill just like the humans trait

So tell John Lennon he made a great song about Let it Be

But also tell him hes more likely to see the DoDo on Discovery

Not that I dont agree.....

I would love to see the world in unity

Unfortunatly......

Earth has man, and man is what is killing me

Until man dies there will never be hope of loyalty

To my mother earth........


Details | Free verse | |

And Still

There is a mirror
Beyond a woman's heart
Beyond the image of man
(Beyond your wife and father)
That shows you
Who you are and always were
Once upon a time and still

And still
The mirror can be
The surface of the calmest Inland Sea
Of white time
Which moves so quickly
It appears to stop and still
Reflections

Reflections
Of a lifetime met
Since highchairs became 
Stares across the dinner table
Now appearing in your shaving mirror
Each morning
Are not you
But touch and word and play
Reflections of
Eyes of others

Eyes of others
Re-presenting you to you
As they see and feel
And hear and move you
As reflections of THEIR selves
Your mother's son. your father's son, your son's father
Your sister's brother, your brother's keeper
Keeping in these echoes THEIR identities
Folded in the surround protected from
The shattering

The shattering
The mirror can be
Of illusion of force and ceremony
Of bonds and chains and 'sposed-to -bes
Images of custom fractured
Rank and riches  crown and king fall to
Nothing

Nothing
Scattered ashes on the waves
And ripples of time beyond you
Who you are and always were
Once upon a time and still


Details | Free verse | |

Regret

Regret

I regret many things in my life.
Not been able to spend more time with my wife the love of my life.
I regret not been able to stay close to my mom and my dad, they were 
All I had, my childhood memory, that yellow truck my dad got me.
How wonderful life is when you are young, when you try to reach up to the sky.
Everything seems so tall that was my challenge to grow old. 

I regret not been there when my dad died. He loved me the most out of us nine!
I took care of him, helped him when he was weak, he used to tell me I don’t want to die I can’t leave. You are still young; I said: “hey are you serious dad”? “I have three kids!...I'm 53"
But I know he was too soft. He hated the thought of dying, he loved been with us just to make sure we're ok.

I regret when my mom died. She still bring tears to my eyes, my heart still bleeds
At the memory of her smile. When I need a back scratch she had the roughest hands
House work and cooking that she didn’t mind at all. I loved her all my life and when she got very sick she became like a child. Talking about why she can’t see in color any more?

It’s difficult to explain to a sick person especially your mom, you breakdown before you even start to tell her.

I regret when my wife fell sick with the big C, I questioned every little thing, to me I was always right in doing the right thing. How and why kept popping up every time I wondered
This thing happened too fast, it took me by surprise.
I blamed myself for not listening, when she complained about her agonizing pain, I thought it was just the same.

I regret many things in my life.
I thought If I can get a second chance, I would change it all again!


Details | Elegy | |

My Kashmir Burns (Part 1)

I picture Kashmir through lightened KL. News of another massacre darkens my eyes
Winds are thirsty there. They continue to taste the young blood.
I groom myself with exquisite things,
Sipping ice tea in ac room, I comfort myself
And Kashmir burns. Kashmir set ablaze

I can smell the warm blood of beaten corpse
Where from winds bought this smell. Somewhere Karbala reborn.
Mosques are being slammed
There windows stoned. And the black boots leave their footprints on Mimber
Even God judges on evidence
There is one Imaam left now; he hides her daughters in his shadow
A blunt knife in his hands; soon he will sacrifice them to keep their innocence
Kashmir is burning. Kashmir is bleeding
And I write.

Army jeep chases the tracks. To find the associated bodies
They are alive now. Soon they will be dead
From Patan to Sopor, And in narrow passages of nostalgic downtown
Ghosts of curfew
Haunt the houses for young souls.

From the Kupwara cantonments, search lights chase emptiness
Nothing is left now. Search lights can’t see inside the graves
A boy there went missing for two days. His father starts digging his grave.
I put my earphones on and I close my eyes. I sleep
While my Kashmir is ablaze
“It’s me poor farmer’s son. Kupwara’s charm, I feel no pain”.
I see him so alive in my dreams.
He chants songs of Mahjoor from his burnt lips. My hands shiver. He has no finger nails.
I see his smoke tanned skin. Same as that of Khayam’s barbeques
He stands at a distance from me. I can still smell kerosene
“Tell my mother to let her heart become cold. Her heart will not bear my state.
Tell my mother to let her eyes become blind. Her eyes will not withstand my sight.”
I follow him towards his tortured body. He tells me to follow the spilled blood.
His blood has made its own Jhelum. I row on it. Until it gets lost in black boots
The story will turn into legend. I find his body no more.

On the streets silence prevails. Nobody has permission to wail.
Sisters are beatifying coffins while brothers look for stones.
For bullets there will be stones
Kashmir is ablaze. She is wailing in grotesque tones.
In Lal Ded hospital a new born cries: Father register me at cantonment then take me out
Death is recruiting in dozens at a time.
Tomorrow is curfew. Death has no curfew pass.
How they want to identity you. Becomes your identity
People burn up all you identity cards.


Details | Lyric | |

I Don't Want to Leave the Party

The long, long night
Is winding down
From distant rooms
I hear the sound
Of fine old friends
Taking leave
The evening ends
And I believe
The time to follow suit draws near
My heart is tired, but my mind is clear.

The shining lights
Are fading out,
The dawn lies weak
On the walls without
The voices drift
And steal away
As we search for deeper
Things to say
The sands keep flowing through the glass
As present lives become the past.

     - And we all grow old
     - As the Earth spins around
     - As we hold to the love
     - By which we all are bound.

          I don't want to leave the party
          It's always been such fun
          Through all the years and tears and fears
          Feels like it's only just begun.
          I don't want to leave the party
          But I'll follow all my friends.
          Who knows what waits outside the door
          When the magic of our living ends?

The hand that holds
Your glass of wine
Is cracked and aged
As much as mine
The shadows of
Our memories
Are lengthening
Into the seas
Of onward flowing history,
The days once shared by you and me.

The love that lit
Ten thousand nights
Is still alive
And burning bright.
The time we spent
On sharing dreams
Is further now,
Or so it seems.
The lives we built we can't forget,
And no one wants to leave just yet.

     - And we all grow old
     - As the Earth spins around
     - As we hold to the love
     - To which we all are bound.

          I don't want to leave the party,
          We're all having too much fun.
          Yet while smiling we'll still disappear
          Now that the play is closed and done.
          I don't want to leave the party,
          But I'll go, with all my friends
          Who knows what's waiting just outside
          When the spell of living softly ends?


Details | Limerick | |

Acts murder

lets Rigor mortis stiffly sleep
under the acts, of cold blooded murder 
and watch the cool driven cradle's of death
stab and bleed out 
open and wounded 
sheltered from none 
there in its, pool of darken, drying blood  
 
so now, murder me this, and murder me that 
how is it, that my enemies find me 
in any place, and any time 
could it be placed upon on my person 
or inside of me 
that you find me so completely

so is it legal or is it a crime
i 'm sure in time 
we will all have one up our ask...


Details | I do not know? | |

4 Degrees from Darkness

The average human temperature varies but always so close
98.6 degrees seperate us from all of the ghosts
But if you think about it closer you can note
That 103 degrees will be the end of our own hope

The sun rotates upon its own in awe of our eyes
For billions of years she has burned the same in suprise
She has seen the birth of Jesus Christ and will see the death of us
Only four degrees will seperate our souls from being in her dust

She knows the secrets of all time as we search hard to find
If only she could talk but wait she left a clue behind
For eternity she seemed like she was burning from within
But one day she will be like we and submit 4 degrees from sin

The clue she left was just a breath of how she once did pause
With a name of "God" given to her as if she knew the cause
Sacrifices were made on her behalf but she did not need them
For time will tell and she eats your soul with 4 degrees of kin

Again the clue given unto you is she will eat herself
And when she will cave, unto her slave in turn unto her shelf
She will take us all supernova and fall destroying all with a smile
For the clue she gave unto the blind you will go with 4 degrees of vile

The clue my friend is you and I will pass and so will she
The cyclicle life of eternal dance night will be the end of glee
As you hear the song played out in true form please ask yourself to bleed
For you cannot end the 4 degrees of sin escaping your mind as you please

Long live the ignorant....


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Going Through Non-Emotions

I listened as Ms. Azalea Lee spoke to me 
This is what she had to say…
I sat with the door opened catching the noon day breeze
As a package was delivered by the postman 
That stood there requesting my signature.
I hope its something good the postman said with a grin
Oh he may have been good to others, I said much to my chagrin
This package I had no desire to receive
Today or any day but somehow I knew it was the remains of him
This was supposed to be a joyous day
Expecting a newborn kinsman this eve and it being
The day of my daughter's birth -- I must state
How ironic this day has come in to play
As I received his backward ashes today
I never wanted to hold him in my arms again
Never thought I'd behold his form this way
My once tormentor, feigned lover, never true friend -- hey
No one could say I did not try
Held out the olive branch time after time…
He would just keep trying to burn that branch and my arm 
right along with it.   Even had my mama fooled 
By his falsified charms so bad that it seemed 
She did not care that it was I -- which he continually tried to harm...
Darn, that certainly should come to me as no surprise
As she often did much the same too me as a child
She, picking and pinching with her trying words 
To get a grief stricken tear from this numbed heart of mine
How absurd! Then Ms. Azalea Lee revealed some things to me that
I dare not write for indeed they were enough to horrify...
During that time, I whispered not a peep, for I thought to my self
How could she ever sleep, with all of those emotions balled up inside... 
How strange it was that after the age of 15 she had not truly cried… 
At least until the day her father died and then she went numb again… 
feeling nothing yet still managed to smile
My, how I wished I could share with her, this joy of mine….
How is it that she takes all in stride?
Without a drop of hate inside…  As I bid her goodbye, 
The answer came, she is mine and 
She possesses a strong will to survive.  
I now look back through time at Ms. Azalea Lee
Keeping her stories as they sure had an effect on me…


Details | Haiku | |

Embrace

life exposed to
the time penetrated -
rust twined around the sword


Details | Verse | |

Armageddon Pt 1

It's bout to get worse
It was written in the verse
The truth hurts
ARMAGEDDON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED

When the time comes
No one's gonna hold up a sign
saying it's time to "get right"
It's gone come like a thief in the night!
Blowin' up and wreckin ish!
The war you want is the war you gone get
It was written before our time
We keep looking at the signs
manifest before our very eyes
constantly denying our right
to be one of the meek ones of our time
ARMAGEDDEON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED

We're at the end of what used to be existence
Every super power will answer to a higher power 
so pray repentence
The time is closer than any distance
From Washington to Obama
No one will escape the wrath!
Hope you choose the right path!
Narrow is the gate of the righteous tracks
that are imprented on the mind of the omnipotent one
Will you be spared life on earth with the meek ones
and accurately take in knowledge of his son?
OR will you perish in the dust
never to be awakened again?
No consciousness of sin
ARMAGEDDON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED!

It's in the verses
Read it, see it, live it, rehearse it
You see the times changing
You see the minds fading
You see the world and how messed up it is
You see that nigga satan and his curses!
I pray to have a chance to live a beautiful paradise on earth like it say in the verses!
ARMAGEDDON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED

YOU HAVE OFFICIALLY BEEN WARNED


Details | I do not know? | |

The Tragedy of Desire

Beautiful whispers of the dead 
Dreamers slumber on the lawn 
Flowers dare not grow 
where the brave had traveled on 

Winter remorse and summer fall 
alone wanders the few tall 
I had seen them bow in prayer 
but answers they will not find there 

Water and blood are thicker than fire 
but none can escape the tragedy of desire 
I had watched them fall in Her wake 
life and soul she came to take


Details | Narrative | |

another day

pale pink is the pre-dawn sky
"pink sky in mourning..."
today will be a pre-proceeding
- for some it will be the same
for some it will purvey monumental,
tsunamic, quaking, flashing innocence
as a muffled buzzing and pounding followed
by eerie stony silence enveloping the sun

FLASH! - what you knew you knew is gone
flash of white to yellow to red to black
billowing dread washes over as waves 
upon waves cover all good of the world
and flotsam of teared memories float
in mind and vision from past treasures

dangerous are those loving thoughts
unarmed without any weapons of indifference
vulnerable to the suffering and anguish
to stagger about befuddled and weeping
singularly, communally the onlookers look on

and piles of cairned candles and trinkets
appear out of nowhere, everywhere
feeble attempts to express hurt and good
- no good will come - yet - in time -
in time - time scabs over the wounded

the blood-letting stops, tears wither
and night follows this immemorable day
that we always remember, eons from now
as if it were last hour that i noticed the time, 
where did it go?, when will it stop?

© Goode Guy 2012-12-17

http://www.npr.org/2012/12/17/167427982/afghanistan-bomb
http://www.npr.org/blogs/thetwo-way/2012/12/14/167248541/developing-shooting-at-elementary-school-in-newtown-conn
http://www.npr.org/2012/12/04/166519628/at-least-13-syrian-children-killed-in-mortar-attack


Details | Quatrain | |

Whisper In My Ear

I know the end is coming soon
their faces I can see
For them I stood to say goodbye
they gather now for me

For months I’ve felt a disconnect
a longing in my soul
To see the one they took from me
so very long ago

From time to time the spirit world
It opens up a door
But as I try to pass within
the opening… no more

Oh darling whisper in my ear
                 I know you’re here with me                   
Please say those words I long to hear
then set my spirit free

To feel your breath within my ear
and hold you closely too
Is all that I can think of now
please tell me...I love you


Details | Rhyme royal | |

Jerusalem


 Jerusalem...Jerusalem
 I promise...I promise
 I will reply for the call
 I promise...I promise
 I will bring down the wall
 I promise...I promise
 I will defeat the devils
 I promise...I promise
 With an army countless
 Like pebbles
 I promise...I promise
 To finish the goal
 I promise...I promise
 I will reply for the call
 I promise...I promise


Details | I do not know? | |

IT IS TIME TO MOVE IN RESURRECTION POWER

This is the time this is the hour It is time to move in resurrection power It is time to move away from the control of man It is time to run to the great I AM It is time to leave the past behind It is time to have a change of mind It is time it is time this is the hour It is time to move in resurrection power It is time to be caught in the Spirit you see This is the time for you and for me This is the time to see the Spirit move Where our flesh is no further use This is the time when all will change This is the time God will rearrange Everything that we thought was right We will see HIM move in power and might We will no longer sit in a church in a pew Do you see HIS Spirit move do you? Touching this one touching that Be caught in the Spirit that’s where it’s at It’s where our flesh is no further use Where there is freedom where there’s no abuse Where our eyes are opened where we can see all things That is what moving in the Spirit brings THIS IS THE TIME THIS IS THE HOUR IT’S TIME TO MOVE IN RESURRECTION POWER IN CHRIST WE SIT AT FATHERS RIGHT HAND ME AND YOU..DO YOU UNDERSTAND? From death to life by resurrection power Freed from our flesh renewed for this hour Being the person Father meant us to be Driven by His Spirit you and me Using His gifts walking in grace Showing His mercy seeking His face From death to life by resurrection power Freed from our flesh renewed for this hour WHEN JESUS ROSE AND TORE THE VEIL IT MADE THE WAY FOR US TO ENTER INTO GODS SPIRITUAL PLACE WE ARE MEANT TO BE HUMAN SPIRIT BEINGS WHERE WE ARE ABLE TO CONNECT SPIRIT TO SPIRIT HEART TO HEART WITH FATHER GOD.


Details | Personification | |

A New Kingdom




     *********

Doe's things' seem strange
Not what they used to be
             Well...
This is for the first time
The first time in History
      ------
Doe's things' seem slow
While a bestselling economy
   Just doe's not grow'
Everything is a shroud
         In mystery...
And everyone must know...
         ------
         It is time
  It is time one may say
For a One World Government
        To save the day'
        --------
But, their is one thing
That I would like to say
      And that is that
           Except...
By the Blood of Jesus
Things' wouldn't be this way
          --------
What We really don't need
    Is a new government
        What we do need
Is a New Covenant'
     A Covenant'
         With ' GOD '
        --------
      Did anyone think
            Of the way
       That it should be
To dwell in the House of the Lord
            For all Eternity...
To be with the Prince of King'
    To be with the Almighty
With-in the Kingdom of ' GOD '
Where He has already prepared
      A place for you and me...


Details | Free verse | |

The Clock is Broken

The Clock is Broken

That clock on the wall in the West,
Broken and lonely collecting dust,
But don’t you worry darling;
Time still ticks away, ticks away
And see where the sun sets
And the moon rises,
Watch those tangled faces try to smile
And you’ll see time fall through a dark hole,
Into God knows where.


Details | Chant Royal | |

Eternal Flame [ minus one stanza and envoi ]

The wicked world, in this age is full of sin,
All youth have a lust for the obscene;
The hour has come to cleanse the skin,
Our bodies, no longer temples, are unclean;
One may find all will feel an eternal wrath
For treading such an erroneous path;
There are innumerable truths one must tell
To save oneself from the scorch of hell;
All humankind shall take the blame-
For creating its own perpetual cell,
Now, all will feel the singe of the flame.

We all ride upon the devil’s fin,
Leaving the place God gave us, so serene;
Everyone scowls, not a single grin-
As if all were programmed like a machine,
We head closer towards our fiery bath,
Having followed the ways of the golden calf,
All personalities cease, recoiled into a shell-
As we find ourselves where we will forever dwell;
To us this is no longer a petty game,
We hear a chime, though from no bell;
Now, all will feel the singe of the flame.

If only there was a way to win,
If only the planet still has its’ sheen;
If only the starving were not so thin,
We may have breathed in an afterworld of clean,
The antichrist himself approaches, he carries a staff-
As he steps near us, we hear his demonic laugh,
There is a stench, different than any earthly smell;
Some begin to shed tears, some begin to yell,
Many tilt their heads to the ground, with shame,
This fire is permanent, one we cannot quell;
Now, all will feel the singe of the flame.

The interminable sorrow shall now begin,
Satan taunts us, growling in a fashion immensely mean;
He brings forth pasts, to everyone’s chagrin,
We pray to our king-God, and to Mary, our queen;
There is no remorse now, no reason to chaff;
No way to recalculate our sins through math,
The regret within us will continue to swell;
Our bodies have left us, now our souls jell,
We have accomplished something that was not our aim-
Perhaps we were under Satan’s own spell,
Now, all will feel the singe of the flame.


Details | I do not know? | |

Time marches on

The heartbeat of man

Skips when you enter

The waves of holy water

Create a tidal wave of pain

Your presence creates anemosity

Only secured by the vein

People cry when you show your smile

For reasons unknown to to the pure

Your glistening reflections of light

Bounce of the cross on the hill

As she hammers in the last nail

He waits for death to be still

The dark hooded being shows his face

Revealing his crooked smile like yours

You warm touch and soft embrace

Makes his passing far from kill

Your smile enters mine so pure

Only to be replaced with freedom

As I pass unto the next form

I will provide you your wisdom

The cross is burning

The cross is on the floor

Time marches on with no racism

Time will end all with thrill


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

No Parachutes,safety nets,souls,or hope

Love is whispered and not forgotten
If this be so
I deaf to soft lipped invitations seek no thought of hope
I of no past collection hold thought
To forget is gruesome and beautiful

My eyes, swift allies in my war of world tell no lies

Silent in the 4 walled chalkboard blue
Shakespearean mad men twist their tongues with words of bland hue

I believe the concept of Ugliness is more profound than that of beauty
Dreams of my bladed face fill up behind my eyes...scratching my mind

Nothing goes SURPRISE! anymore
To love and lose is not the exciting protagonist to never having lost love

the optimists run in circles
pretenders of despair hunt themselves

Every street is Desolation row and my window is covered with blood

Nothing comforts anything
No advice

....just surprises


Details | Free verse | |

Goldfish in Heaven

It was a little cold this morning.
Colder this morning
than any other so far this year. 
Of course every day this year seems
colder than any year before.

It’s October now.
It’ll be my birthday soon.
I’ll be eighty-four… or twelve.
I guess it all depends on who’s counting. 

My best friends came to visit me today.
We spent some time in the backyard
just enjoying one another’s company.
They seemed a little distant…
maybe sad, even.
They did their best to hide it from me,
but I could tell. 

After a time of laughter,
love and hidden tears,
my best friend asked
if I wanted to go for a ride.

Never one to turn down an adventure,
I gladly accepted.

The wind in the truck
was more than I have been used to.
God how it made my bones ache.
But it was nice to be out.
It had been quite a while
since my last outing.
When we arrived at the lake
my friend could tell how bad I hurt,
so he helped me out of the truck.

My best friend and I walked a ways
and I could feel the sadness in him
coming to the surface.
But he didn't seem to want to talk about it.
I figured I’d just let him talk about it
if he wanted.
I wasn’t going to pressure him.

He just put his hand on my back
and told me he loved me.

Then he said he had something for me
as he tussled the hair on my head.
He pulled a bag of Goldfish Crackers
out of his pocket
and offered me some.
God knows I love Goldfish Crackers.
I smiled at him and thanked him.
I never eat them one at a time.
I always eat them by the mouthful.
Today was no different.

After my second helping
I glanced at my friend once more.
I swear he knew exactly what I was thinking.
I have no doubt how much he loves me...
I just wish I could tell him
how much I love him. 

I glanced down at the remaining crackers
and as I began to eat them I was secretly hoping
that more might magically appear before me.

As I did, I heard a sound. 
A sharp sound.
As much in the distance
as right above me.

I guess it was the sound that
Goldfish Crackers make
when more
magically appear before you.
Because there they were.

And here they are. 

I could eat Goldfish Crackers forever.
I wonder if there are Goldfish Crackers in Heaven.

~Sarah


©2010, R. Erin Lenth

=====================================

I wrote this poem late in the evening after I put Sarah, my faithful Labrador 
Retriever,  down.


Details | Free verse | |

Train

I am coming, move away
I run majestically
Slow to start, I speed along
where the tracks take me

Some lead me
Some hop on me
Some follow me
Some watch me along
by the sidelines

I am cheered by some
Some throw stones at me
I change tracks as I like
I can fall in danger
I do not fear

Sometimes I reverse
Then move ahead
My time is over it seems
I finally stop

Oh! thought I was the train
I was only a driver
Its time to pave the way
for another to take over.


Details | I do not know? | |

Father Times Trap

As he sits with heed

He knows your greed

And sets this trap for you

He does feel your pace

As you stalk with no grace

To the prize of freedom and true

He knows your style 

As he smiles with guile

And hopes you kill as you do

For you claw and poke

When you feel his hands choke

They wrap around your neck now blue

The track of laughs

Now eerily cast

As you force a smile so crude

He releases his grip

Forcing you to trip

In the trap he lay for you

Friends by your side

When you feel time collide

They are now passing over anew

As the good book did say

You will feel me this way

As you see you lord savior pull through

To get out in front

You kill those so blunt

Your knife with the blood of the Jews

Your stab everyone

To get what has come

As you trip over the body of Sue

She was your first love

Killed by your own glove

To get to the trap for you

Now is the time

As your friends say their ryme

As they pass and laugh at your tomb

As the door closes in

Ones killed by your grin

Are smiling back its just what they do

To see your black eyes

In constant demise

As the trap has finally got you



Details | Bio | |

To Death And Back Not An Act



      ****This a true admission...It happen to me...God left me a    

        Message..*******In........ Spite..of the whole world.....gf


They say that it 
Is some-thing spiritual 
         Ah! yes,
Their is such a thing
       As a Miracle
For their is nothing
More Spiritual.....
      -------
For I can confess
Let God figure out the rest
      ---------
But, their are reason's
So many thing's to say
Like, how can a man die
Three times' in just one day
       At the same time
        -----
       So, their was a time
And this time was mind
Fore I did have Addison Disease
My health was on the decline
Would their be time for eternity
       Or are We running....
Seems though I was running
       Out of time
I was running out of me
      ------
Renal failure
Kidney failure 
Respiratory Arrest
      ------
Seems that this-time
The Lord Jesus
Has put me to the test
     
Yes, their were complications'
Little parasites' in my blood
I need a blood transfusion
The doctor's were in such confusion
This conclusion to them
Was just an illusion...
      ------
They said that I had 
An Addison Attack
I also had Anemia
My affect was black
     ------
They were all worried
They didn't know what to do
For I had complications'
And now and behold
I just had a CODE BLUE
      -----
They talked to my folks 
And family relation's
They said they just didn't
Know, fore He had complications
       -----
The complication was already made
If it weren't for the Addison Disease
He would sure die from the complications   
OF " AID's"
       So, then they gave me
 A blood transfusion
And to the room they took me back
Fore their was no reason
         Lest God Should react
      -----
That this was one day
That I needed not pray
It was now time to be ready
To breech judgement
Now that I must say'
And surely this was the way
Fore I have seen the Light
Of a better day...
      -----
So, now it was morning
I was laying in the bed
I was so hungry
I got Pancakes' with my meds..
     ------
Threw all of this
I wasn't really scared
For JESUS was with me
He just sat on the side
          Of my Head
Resting on my bed
Blessing me and to return
          Thy Soul
For it really belonged to Me....
This miracle was full....
Lack of death from the
Complication's 
Of Full Blown AID'
Was over blown....
      -----
But, you are not threw
        On the Earth
Fore I have a message for you
To deliver this day!
To deliver, to rebuke this
         Un Holey Curse....
Fore this is the Light
        And the way...

                 GF



























Details | Canzone | |

The Unwanted Visitor

THE UNWANTED VISITOR

He is slow and fast and always comes so sudden
If he pays you a visit, he will be an inevitable burden
He visits everybody he wants to, there is never exclusion
There is no age-bound; the old, young and the unborn are an inclusion
Everybody knows this visitor and why he visits and never wishes he visits
Death; the punctual visitor that leaves his host and hostess late when he visits.

If this visitor visits you, how will you welcome him?
He comes always to take not to give, what will you give him?
He is the time-keeper that doesn’t state the time and season he visits
If you happen to be the unlucky host, what time will you wish he visits?
The august visitor that visits every month unannounced to his timed hosts
Death; the wicked visitor that causes sorrow to all who relates to his timed hosts.

He does not just make things seem bad, he makes it worse
He is always the necessity that leaves every choice a curse
There may be but haven’t seen anyone who wants him around
In a twinkle of an eye, he can make a noisy hall absence of sound
For every suicide; seconds to go, anybody on suicide will wish to be alive
Death; the unwanted inconsiderate visitor that never leaves his hosts alive.


									…Lordvip…


Details | Free verse | |

A Letter to Time

Laughter.
Galloping between warming rays 
It echoes through the still
of a quiet afternoon.
A child unburdened, a mind untamed,
A curiosity insatiable 
That feeds her wandering thoughts.

Each moment drips with hesitation
As she waits for you to pass
But like bittersweetness from a hive 
You quicken at your own pace.
Minutes stretch to hours, hours into days,
Eager is she for the years to pass
Longing is her heart for freedom.

But soon spring arrives, ripened with verdant green
Like blossoms unfurling upon the breeze
She spreads her timid wings. 
Each hour revealing, each day a new age
Boundless fields before her
Pirouettes on a promised stage

Then suddenly you hasten, remaining ahead of her strides
She pleas for you to turn for her,
As she chases each moment elusive. 
Years advance like moments, seasons turn to days,
What once sprightly danced on tender leaves
Now slow to a staggering pace

Now she stands alone under winter sun
Where golden days fade to rust
She reminisces of the ages past 
And of lives that have come and gone.
Through the ache of tears withheld
She sees you turn for her
You take her hand, "It's okay" you say,
For a new season has now come.  

And then you guide her, 
One last time 
Out of the frost
And into the mists
Of tomorrow. 


Details | Imagism | |

Something good

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

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

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

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


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


Details | Chastushka | |

A welcome end

As I stand here waiting For Death to come to me I smile because it's my only hope Of ever being free. Free from the waking nightmare That will never cease Or stop Until the sands of time run out On the ever ticking clock. And then the black cloaked figure Scythe drawn and eyes bright white Tells me I've done my time on Earth It's time to face the light.


Details | I do not know? | |

Child's Last Light - Holocaust Child

Salt soaked eyelids sagging
Unceasing streams of liquid
Tears stained the silk face
Painting the terrors of the day

Hush my child, I'll sing you a lullaby
Caressing you with the heavenly chorus
The ground does not desire anymore sorrow
But the stars crave your twinkle

Steadily, curtains of skin descend
Masking the pain etched into the eyes
Lips tremble, uneasy slumber
No more teddies, no more light

Hush, I'll bathe your dreams in white
Let the skin slide from your shoulders
Ease the suffering of physical wounds
I'll mend your broken winged heart to fly.

Tranquility overtakes the mind
Scattered breaths steady to an even beat
A rare peacefulness discovered
Yet the burning sun shall overtake the night

Hush, I'll cradle your bare heart
And fly you to the heaven of stars
Laugh as though you've never uttered a breath
For this shall not last

The morning blaze arises chasing the night
Ashes of humans piled up into mounds
The remains of dreams and lives broken
And one little child

Hush, my child Hush.


Details | Rubaiyat | |

The Rubaiyat of ' Lenore's LOVE '

The - Rubaiyat of  “ Lenore “ LOVE

In a distant time  of memories, swimming in a deep blue sea
Floating with the clouds above , disguised as azure tapestry
Forest eyes, gleaming in the evergreens, soothes the leaf of oak
Gone; not Forgotten, my heart Forever yearning : entwines with she

To live the life of Heaven, You hug the Trinity : Forever You Live
Waiting for the eons of Eternity when I gather all the Love you have to give
Forest eyes, gleaming in the evergreens, whispered words unspoken
Seeing the Light, Feeling the Glory : yet Love’s blood; drips through a sieve 

One drop at a time , Cleansing the Soul ; reunite  the true Hearts of LOVE
Together again for a moment in the serenity of time which flies as a pure white Dove
The Sunset smell of YOUR Auburn hair, the Chinese silk of YOUR skin
Embedded  in the bands of a Watch called : ‘ Eternity “ Never ending LOVE

Embracing YOU Lenore, is like touching the hem of the Universe
To gaze upon such “Elegant Beauty” ; Love creates an unquenchable Thirst
As I watch YOU : Waltzing across the Horizon  : Climbing the Stars to Heaven
 The Comet , Blushes : Red as Roses ;  Nova dims :  Cries  : “ Why were You First “

Remembrance of our Youth ;  “ Exuberant LOVE “ Prevails upon my Mind
Your long Auburn Hair, tickles my Soul;  In my HEART : Your Forever I Find
And I Dream of the Forest : as YOU Illuminate  it with YOUR “Emerald green Eyes”
The Fern breathes Life; the leaves ENTWINE  with Love Always : to which I am Blind

Gaze upon Lenore and Your Heart does not skip a beat : You are not in Love, as I 
A kiss upon Her “ rose Lips  “  a kiss of Eternity”  a Kiss I may never know until I Die
The encore that the Heart beats for, is the Overture of a Life Budding in GOD’S Grace
Lenore : with all of Heaven’s Love Surrounding YOU each Day "an Image in my EYE"
           Inspired by the Contest  “ Hey, Mr. Editor “ Sponsored by “John Heck”
 First 3 Stanzas Written on Feb. 27, 2011 ; Second 3 stanzas Written Mar. 2 2011 ~   More to come ~  Dedicated in Loving Memory of My Wife " LENORE "
                                        Honorable Mention


Details | Rhyme | |

An Angel's Bouquet


your flowers came the other day
so wild and free like me
all colors graced the lovely vase
so beautiful to see

at first i didn't read the card
so busy in my work
i simply put them on my desk
assuming them a perk

so many flowers gifts and things
appear each day on angels wings
its christmas time again you see
i never thought you'd think of me

you passed away six months ago
without you time just goes so slow
i know your in a better place
oh God to only see your face

and then a chill came over me
and all was plain for me to see
you thought ahead and had them sent
all though my love your life was spent

these flowers came from you above
and given with such life and love
you knew how much i loved them so
and in my heart they'll always grow...


Merry Christmas darling
Thank you for the flowers!


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

They said her time had come- Death by insurance

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Ballade | |

My Dearest Daughter

I want you to know my dear daughter
I thought of you every day
The thought you say your daughter hates me
The question asked is how can a baby hate

The answer is, a baby learns what it is taught
I never raised you to hate in any way
To disrespect or live such a troubled way

You've hurt me like no other has
In such a way it no longer bothers me
Although I think of you more then you'll know
I no longer care if I see you again

You were my dearest, my one and only
And the day I gave birth to you
Gave me bragging rights in all that you do
I showed I was proud,  you didn't understand

Much time has gone by
I hardly think of you any more
The day will come, you will need me again
That day will be, when it's much too late

I won't be the one who will be so hurt
You will find that you waited much to late
My time will have ended on this dear earth
I will be gone, spending my time in Heaven

I will watch over my dear granddaughter
I will guide, guard and protect her
From the evil that you teach her
That my dear daughter is a promise

I will take care of her, from above
I will teach her how to love, honor and respect
Things I did teach you, you weren't paying attention

I want you to know my dearest daughter
I loved you before you were born
And I loved you 'till my dying day

I now love you from above
But now you're on your own without my love
Just remember this my dear daughter
You took the love I had to give my granddaughter
From her life, she'll never know

You cheated her, from a part of life
She will find out, and pay you back
When that happens, remember this
It's the same, you did to me


Details | Rubaiyat | |

Outside Of The Box

This is a tale for you regarding Pandora and the box.
Here we find an attempt to put back on the lock
A trip back to Alexandria in your mind we must go
Trying to protect but you can’t turn back the clock

What had tried to be sealed is not what one expect
Only wanting to keep others from trying to dissect
The library was vast holding knowledge long passed
Gallant was the attempt though evil did misdirect

Someone had already check out these 365 books
See the flames raised high the city did overcook
Spread them north and east so ordered the beast
Because at the Star he did not want you to look


Details | I do not know? | |

The White of Your Eyes

As I look at the whites of your eyes
I feel horror, fear rumbling inside me.

I grind my teeth together when I see you walking.

I fear you, I fear when you talk, shout, when you raise your hand.

I'v always feared you, but no more.
The fear I had of you I turned it into courage.

Now I no longer fear you.
I laugh when you raise your hand, when you shout.

Cuz the only thing I see you as...
Is a dead man walking.

And now your in the ground where you belong.


( If you may PLEASE comment of Mail me. Sorry i havn't been on in a long time... ALOT has happened this year to me)


Details | Bio | |

Oh My GOD OMG




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

I lay in my bed
Paralyzed from my
Head to my Leg
Blind for over two year's
While these feelings'
Were stagnant
They laid in my head
        ---------
While laying there
I had plenty time to think
I would just sit there
Waiting for a cold drink
       --------
Seem that all was over
The casket had been laid
I could only think of God
Was this the Cross
The price that He had paid
      --------
Fore I was dieing from Aids'
And Addison Disease
I was on steroids,
Yet, my Soul was a ease...
      --------
Fore I had seen the Lord
Yes, I went to the Light
They said that I would die
My sister brought me home
So that I would not die alone
       ------
But, their was this one thing
That stayed in my head
The Lord said to spread the word
To tell everyone what He
Had said,
       --------
This I did wonde
How that could be
Fore I was weak
My body was cold
I was desirous of  sleek
      -------
That very night
As I laid in my bed
I gave my life to
The Lord,
Of my own accord
       -----
Then something happen
To change everthing
I felt so much joy
Even though I could
Never sing....ha.ha.
      -------
Time passed by
As though an inkling
From time...
I was even out of the bed
With Jesus soul ly
On my mind
     ------
Then some-thing else happen
The next time I looked
Guess What?
I had time to write
A new book...
      ------
" The Cross "

           GF














Details | Ballad | |

Angel's Wings

The days, the weeks, the months have passed
It’s now almost two years
I thought that time was meant to heal my pain
And dry my tears
Instead my days are twice as long
My nights still hard to bear
My life is just a passing phase
My world without a care
I cannot still the voice inside me
Calling out for you
For all I ever wanted  
For all I ever knew
The winds of change keep blowing
Trying to set me free
But they don't understand
With you is where I need to be
I close my eyes, and there you stand
I watch you for a while
Your handsome face, your winning ways
Your famous carefree smile
You were the breath I breathe
You were the blood that runs my vein
Without you I will die
For you’re the medicine for my pain
So how do I move on 
When I still can't find my way
How do I forget 
And say goodbye to yesterday  
I need to know you’re with me 
In everything I do
Everywhere I go 
I need to know that you’re there too
So stay with me so I can face
Whatever tomorrow brings
Until it’s time for me to fly to you
With Angels wings..


Details | Epithalamium | |

The Soul Shatters

The soul shatters upon death. Sentience fractures into a million variables that swirl chaotically into piercing eyes that melt into the color sadness, spinning into galaxies that shrink to the size of ants and you twirl in a blender of being for eternities until finally, at long last, something sticks. Perhaps it may be as simple as a strand of hair, nonetheless all possibility spins around it, flashing contradictions of rainbow transparencies, empty solids and polka dotted space, continuing until a second hair joins the first, clutching to the nothingness and refusing to move. Soon thousands of hairs arrive and synchronize above a scalp unto a face, torso, limbs… materializing ever faster… and at once you are born. And just as the memory of your trial and error experiments and prior life evaporate, you embrace the arms of a stranger, gazing into her eyes, hung between this world and the next… sobbing in a fit of omniscience, in awe of your hard earned shape.

Jacob Reinhardt
10/15/2013


Details | Couplet | |

Another Lamb

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

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

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

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

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


Rockman  :-)


Details | Light Poetry | |

Falling Into the Darkness

Falling in love is one thing

Falling in the darkness is another

Falling in the darkness is where time becomes to a stop

Falling in despair

The sorrows of the past comes rushing in

The faces of people around are just a blur

All you hear is the silence

The gripping silence

Where your breath becomes hasty

Everything becomes meaningless

You close your eyes and hope its a dream

But its not

Its the same old play

The same characters acting their part

Same curtain drawing in, marking the end of the play

But the play is never ending

Beging pulled into reality is just another second of escape, but 

You simply don't forget the play


Details | Couplet | |

Death 2K11

Will death show at a moment unannounced? Will utter knowledge bath I post pernounced? Expiration - period? Kissmet Death? Death - a part of life? Life - a part of death? Life - a preparation? Time - illusion? For I know yet not such a conclusion.


Details | Haiku | |

DEATH WISH HAIKU A Musical History of Cigarettes

 DEATH WISH HAIKU (AS Musical History of Cigarettes)
L.S.M.F.T.
Snooky Lanson sang it clear
smoke in every ear.

From your Hit Parade,
Frank Sinatra blew the words one time
Didn't Fence Him In.

Dorothy Collin's voice
America there's only one to smoke
Lucky Strike's the one.

Drifting up her nose
pulling smoke into her lung
biting on her tongue

what is she doing?
coffins closing in with nails
death as slow as snails.

Do you want a Lucky?
More satisfaction pleasure
undertakers measure.

Camel smoke was nil
More Doctors smoked  Lucky Strikes
Than Mike Hammer smoked.

Nicotine all day
tie hers up in Christmas bows
blow it out her nose.

Free on Navy ships
Sailors never saw the light
Though the match was free.


Details | Lyric | |

Alive

Have you ever noticed how a paint brush dries out
After two minutes of just sitting there?
Kind of like how you have been drawing for 10 
years and all of a sudden you forget how to
You lost all your techniques
And you move on and find something better
like the lyrics you used to write in school
Thinking one day you'll sing them to the world
And when you finally get a band together
Someone got grounded and everything falls apart
like that time when you did drugs
Thinking it would solve your problems
But it just made them worse
Like a friend
Telling you how to live your life
And tell you what you should and should not do
Its like the first time you felt alive
Holding her hand and being close to her
Then she goes away
And you are forced start all over again
without her


Details | Narrative | |

Sequel to A Girl was raped in a bus that night

It is time to grieve a cop has died
Son to a mother, darling father to a child
Leaving kin behind and many more
Claimed by the force to have been beaten to pulp by a mob seeking gore
An honest cop fell of which there are a few
But it wasn't the cop that the movement slew
The lie is contested by those present, who saw
The ugly face stands exposed of the upholders of law
They tried to twist facts to make a point
In our country even post mortem reports can be purloined
Claims made by the force are inconsistent so far
The cop wasn't battered but it was the chief’s attempt to tar
Civil society and a spontaneous movement by far

He succumbed to cardiac arrest and possibly the atrocities he witnessed that day
Taken care of by civil society who sought assistance for his medical care
Humanity grieves whenever a life is lost 
Foolish decisions by foolish men and look who’s paid the cost
There will be an inquiry, a routine government demand
But in this age of vendetta politics, the state will likely seek an innocent's remand
So vitiated is the administration’s vision today 	
For a cop’s death a political adversary will have to pay 
But in that ill fated time there was only one villain in the fray
The rest were civil society gathered near Raisina Hill that day  
Policemen on duty who had donned their uniform
Forgot the law and the oath they had sworn
Striking citizens in chilly December with water cannons and batons
They have to learn policing anew from more civilized nations
The collateral damage the chief spoke of like some Bollywood goon
Has exposed him for what he is – our national buffoon
Listen governments past and present
It is time the Augean stables were cleansed
If the freedom guaranteed by our founding fathers is not assured today
If the birthright of security that a woman needs is trivialized and frittered away
Lest ye forget the girl’s condition hasn't improved and remains critical
Time to introspect and delve into a mindset, still medieval 
A handy tool to cover misdemeanours and serving well your political ends
Who turn on their masters and subvert truths for your petty gains 
You in Government remember we are a billion or more 
Our votes count – come 2014 and election day, you’ll be shown the door


Details | Sonnet | |

Drifting In the Hale-Bopp

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

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

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

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


Details | Heroic Couplets | |

Showtime

          SHOWTIME
Come life and death of it you blessed rhapsody
you've played for long enough and now it's time to go
there's not a better time than now to let it be
insanities its own and best reward you know

deep in the night while there's no certain thing
but passion for the grief that lingers on and on
as damp and cold as fog as hot as summers sting
come life and death of it before this act is gone

there must be question to the ends uncertainty
that's led us guessing, why was this thing said
and is the act onstage or what the actors see
beyond the blinding light among the walking dead

who come to be amused right through our greatest fear
of no aplause; or laughter where there should be none
and we must speak each word for everyone to hear
exactly as they plan so that the show goes on.

and yes they knew the end before the curtain call
but made production's costs a thing to bear
and every star that's in the sky could surely fall
from how it shines tonnight unless the fire is there

they cannot see the moving of the props around
sometimes in pandemonium, at best in haste
nor setting of the stage--this is our holy ground
the tinting of each face the tightening of waist

there no one dares to tread except for those who see
the detail of it all must blend into the play
as carefully as we make this, our tragedy,
the making up must be complete in every way

we must not let the ending go beyond the end
or all is lost and all we'll hear is mumbelings 
and lack of press where there has never been a friend
so life and death of it come down though pain it brings

let not the curtain to ascend the play is done
and weary are the actors they've performed quite well
as real as life so now the show must not go on
past curtain fall there's nothing more we have to tell.
                   ©  ron wilson


Details | Epic | |

Endless Time (Part I)

Delicately it came rapping upon my front door
while I laid down to rest that cold dark night
quietly at first then heavy pounding, pounding.
An unfamiliar visitor stood waiting for entrance
yet even now I know not why I cowered in fear.
Ominous fingers of foreboding seized my soul
as I prayed the unwelcome guest would depart,
even as thunderous pounding, pounding persisted.

Minutes lingered and grew into sleepless hours
when I arose from my bed nigh three in the morn
tumultuous pounding, pounding refusing to end
I flung the door open wide to bark my displeasure
but was met by a sinister figure upright before me
clothed in drab hooded robe, face hidden from view
in left hand held a scythe, wood and gleaming steel 
A voice, more a moan, commands, “It is time to go.”

“What evil has come to my door?” I questioned.
“I am neither evil nor good,” the specter replied.
“I am -- nothing more nothing less, Death be my name.”
The scythe quickly raised to inflict one fatal blow
I shouted “Wait for one moment, won’t you come in?”
Arced high at its peak, sharp glimmering blade paused
‘til lowered slowly, butt resting again on the floor.
The wraith glided slowly across the narrow threshold.

I offered Death a seat and a drink, only the seat taken. 
An aged brandy I sipped while we chatted ‘til dawn,
me learning about death as Death learned about life.
Death: neither man nor woman, lacking heart or soul,
feels not emotions of pleasure or grief or hope or despair,
yet simply exists, for without life death cannot be.
So with new knowledge of Death, a covenant I made.
Not ready to leave, in this mortal world I chose to remain.


Details | Free verse | |

Lasting Freedom

In the beginning I started off as just another nobody from another nowhere trying make it to somewhere as a somebody as everyone else. In the beginning I was BORN TO LIVE TO DIE, but in the process I was BRED TO LEARN TO SURVIVE. I became a CONVICT OF CHRIST through PAINFUL PLEASURES of my many struggles and strife's. I was a SINFUL SAINT but more of a sinner, mainly a loser and never a winner. I was once considered one of the best, now days I'm just trying to be lower than the rest, unseen in plain sight , NOTHING MORE NOTHING LESS. I became lost in time through my many self-taught TRUE LIES of yet another LOST FIND growing up where few DREAMS LIVE , but many more DREAMS DIE. I soon got LOCKED UP but it was very educational because I LIVED IT and LEARNED FROM IT. I was given a choice to LIVE FREE OR DIE INCARCERATED, so I made that choice to be more loved than hated, so I became UNDER LOVE and OVER HATE, I learned to stop wanting and actually appreciate. Its been hard to change so I became a POET OF PAIN. That's when I learned the truth about those who think their dying for something but they might as well be living for nothing, because I learned that real truth comes from LIVING FOR SOMETHING because I ain't DYING FOR NOTHING. So now I am forever a W.O.L.F. once a warrior of lost freedom now trying to stay a warrior of LASTIN FREEDOM you know what I mean.


Details | I do not know? | |

My Lai Masscre

I, mister, I'm 
Alive, alive.
...Alive.

Cut my limbs off
Let me bleed,
Bleed.. Bleed,
Bleed the pain.
Out.

My... My Lai Masscre,
Cut my limbs off,
Screw me senseless 
screw me dead.

My Lai Masscre.
I'm alive.
My..
Lai Masscre.

March 16th 1968
Vietnam.


Details | Pantoum | |

Death Shall Nay Be Here

Death shall nay be here again
With the spark of light diminishing
When comes time to cross the tide
I curse that which lingers still

With the spark of light diminishing
When evening falls, there will I hide
I curse that which lingers still
Fallen love sprang from despair

When evening falls, there will I hide
Refusing the work of devil’s pride
Fallen love sprang from despair
That was broken once, in twain

Refusing the work of devil’s pride
To clutch my heart in pain
That was broken once, in twain
The feelings posturing their ways

To clutch my heart in pain
When comes time to cross the tide
The feelings posturing their ways
Death shall nay be here again


Details | Monorhyme | |

Travel Free, TROUBLED TRANSIENT

TRAVEL FREE, TROUBLED TRANSIENT...

Lift the gate to roll with swine and the glory of it all
Ride the tide all night, abide by no law and stand tall...
Hitch-hike till' Hell says, "get out n' surf the SUN"
Do it all over Land Rover; don't blink 'till the deed is done
Divide doom by blue tears you stack
Kill the clock boy; time tempts worse than crack
Live the gift reckless, rest (maybe) when you die
Never look back Jack; middle finger to the sky!



*(brace yourself at '12, all hands on deck)


Details | I do not know? | |

The 8th Deadly Sin

For those of you
Who believe voodoo
Is real enough
To earn your trust
Then be prepared
To be filled with air
As I blow smoke unto
The mirrors of truth

The Sins of Death
Provide you with meth
As halucinations occur
When you try and protect
This endless cure
For control of the lure
And mans skewed laws
Produce the sins of deaths claw

You cant make love
You cant break trust
You cant enduce
You cant produce
Forget reproduce
Death will ensue
Your pointless truth
Mans governing root

You cant be proud
Envious will cloud
Gluttony will shroud
Mans lust will frown
My anger within
Will end all in sin
Sloth of the world
Will meet greed with grin

The last deadly sin
Rhymes only with him
As the nails drew within
Hung up declaring win
Man does equal pride
For he creates laws with stride
Forget others fate
Our own sin can wait

As we hang his with glee
The eighth will shine free
And eluminate deaths soul
As its written in scroll
"The 8th goes like this
Is ends with your bliss
Smile as you kill him
For "MAN" is the last sin"


Details | Free verse | |

death

Time fell fast 
Things became hard
Worries were vast
Lives begain scared

Hopes endlessly hidden
All things seemed forbidden
Days filled with darkness
Lives consumed and left sparkless

Awaiting the doom
Sitting only in gloom
Heaven wept
No souls were kept


Details | I do not know? | |

Cancer patient

Her life is but an hour glass
Running out of time
She does not let it stop her
steadily she moves ahead
She is not scared nor worried
Her faith turns time around
She is a cancer patient
Who says she's home ward bound.













Details | Lyric | |

Drifting Mainly

You belong to me mate 	 ( Intro )
And that be that!
Get on board
And grab your hat!

The ship was aghast at its new passenger	( Verse )
Like disdain for the lives that they now left behind,
Newcomers were scarce 
And they never would last
But I held up my chin nice and high.


The bloke who took me screamed	( Pre-chorus )
“Mop up the deck we’ve got things to do!” 
But I said sir, 
I’m just a boy and don’t know what’s to do.

And he said		( Chorus )
“Drifting mainly
Sailin the shores
Taking what’s mine 
And leaving what’s yours
Cause you know, we ain’t dead yet.”

Taking the seas for more than eight moons
We found islands and loot
That was bigger than most.
The taste of sea air 
With its wind in my hair
Took me away to this new life I lead.

After mopping the deck 
He grabbed my hand and screamed
 “Steer this ship boy!”
But I said sir,
I’m just a lad and don’t know where to go.

So the crew yelled	( Chorus )
“Drifting mainly
Sailin the shore
Taking what’s mine 
And leaving what’s yours
Cause you know, we ain’t dead yet.”

Surprising to me 
Was my unshaven face
The captain looked on 
And smiled with grace,
We stopped at a place 
Where the women were loose and didn’t mind
If we took a peak.

He said “Now you’re a man so let’s get on that boat,
We got places to be and some people to rope,
So grab that sword and drop that mop
Cause you’re no longer a boy in my eyes.”

I practiced the duel with the men in the crew
The captain took eye to my devilish pride,
And he took me aside and said 
 “Even in death I’m gonna miss you boy 
But don’t let it strike you 
Or kill your spirits
Cause even time can beat out the Grim.”

Then in the darkness came fire and screams,
Our vessel had stopped after fourteen years,
The crew fought hard and beat most of the men
But now, my Captain was dead.

We took the new ship watching ours sink deep
Saying goodbye to our drowning escape,
The crew turned towards me and asked
“What do we do?” and I smiled,
And they did to.

And we yelled    ( Chorus )
“Drifting mainly
Sailin the shores
Takin what’s mine
And leaving what’s yours
Cause you know, we ain’t dead yet.”


Details | I do not know? | |

Cant Please the Devil

Theres no pleasing the Devil for he is dead

Shot in the face by one of his own men

The bullet was inscribed with the initals J.C.

Could this the the janitor Juan Carlos's deed?

Hell no, pardon the pun forgive me

The time of death was 11:34 in the evening

The gun lay low still in the devils claw

Did the crazy son of a b1tch shoot out his own jaw?

I doubt that he would commit suicide

If he did he would have gone out with some more pride

Like taking out a schoolbus filled with Jehovas winners

Or running children over in a mercedes with 22" spinners

So let me see what spells J.C.?

Could it possible be the one who died for me?

I doubt that as his book says though wont kill

But then again his speakers finger children till they spill

The verdict is up to you but dont forget the robe 

As you become the judge so crued and blame it on the globe

If it were up to me the obvious one with the intials J.C.

Jesus Christ killed the devil, what about the time you see?

11:34 is ironic for the devil to have fell

Flip the numbers upside down and it will surely spell h-e-l-l 


Details | Free verse | |

"Promise"

Please don't
They are angry
At us for deceiving
Wounded
We're left in this cold alley
Thrown like dog's
Im waiting for the right time
But my pulse is not going so fast as when they were here
Because of a religion im a target
Because i want to be myself
They want me
And my beloved 
Please tell me your ok
Tell me is over now
All she asked me
My self with frozen tears falling down
Answered
A little bit longer and we are gonna be in heaven
She said i am lying
I said
Sometimes truth is hidden between lies
She want's me to hold her tight
But we must play dead until every one else die
I asked her back
Do you remember?

When We met each other
Playing dead with the dogs
She said back
I do
And look at us now
Playing dead again with death by the side
I told her there how much i loved her
She stood quiet
After long seconds she said with her trembling voice
Me too
Snow is cold
Heart is not strong
I told her to focus
It was gonna be over soon
Then she said repeated i love you
Then i stood quiet
I was gonna say love you too
When a soldier jumped at us and started shooting at the dead bodies
I looked at her pretty eyes
Her frozen lips i say the move and i spelled "I Love You"
Right there bullets got her
Her blood was every were
The soldier wasted all his bullets
Then he left
My cried there
But the cold didn't my tears fall
Frozen

Two nights later
The invasion was over
I was able to stop playing dead
I ran to her body
And hug it tight
Saying sorry and repeating i love you hundreds of times
For that time the sun shined bright on that solo tunnel
I looked at the sun with fear
And asked why did she left...
She promise me before they came here she wasn't gonna die
Not with my son inside
Then tears broke from my eyes like a river
Two lives in one
How can that embrace my life
Then i stood up and walked away
Leaving behind
The note i never lend to her...

Note: 

My love, much time have passed since last time, i am most certain i haven't called either
send a picture of me, but everything is fine, hope you are too, by the way i wanted to
remind you how much and how strong i love you, i promise one thing, I will not die, you
will see me one more time, a time that will cut forever, hope the sun is burning bright
there, i heard snow is bad, i will come back home in 6 days, ti'll then put your love on
the pocket, i'll be back home darling... 

Much Love, your Husband Wes Ortiz


Details | Rhyme | |

My horses

The place from where the poets were driven away:
There,sometime,my horses will run to size a day
Like that of the words when they flower -"Worte wie blumen".
"Doina" and "dor" -all can be lasting and human.
Inner song dreaming in the long silence blue:
A step inside the trembling no-time-dew.
My lovely,young fire horses will run
On the side of the river,in the sun.
But clouds of mystic grave above...
No one will return or change in lonely dove...



Copyright ©2008 Ovidiu  Marius Bocsa 
Also,published on Poetry.Com


Details | Sonnet | |

A Homecoming


I have spent many hours reflecting on my dad's last earthly days. How he stared silently at the room's far corner, in another place. At times, many visitors filled his crowded hospital room. But my father's eyes were transfixed, his face peacefully consumed. Though he could not speak, I questioned his mesmerizing vision. As I held his hand I knew the answer, God had made His decision. Angels had come for my dad as he quietly faded in that bed. His time of peace had come, but it was the moment I had dread. I wanted Dad to stay with me just one more minute, hour, day. But summer, his favorite season, had come, the time for me to find a way to let him go, Jesus was calling; so I kissed him goodbye through tears. As he took his final breath, a peaceful calm washed over my fears. I stared off into the distance, imagining beautiful angel wings of love, embracing my dad, then flying him to the eternal summer of Heaven above. * This is all true. I held my dad's hand and sang to him as he took his last breath. It may have been angels or my dear grandma coming to take him home. I only know that I felt comforted by my dad's peace. By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, March 19, 2012 First place in Touched by an Angel contest (Gail Doyle) Eighth place in Emotional Poem Contest (PD)


Details | Free verse | |

Her Final Words

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


Details | Free verse | |

Raven Flies Free



 
 
 

Long-lived and rusted 
the flint lock pistol clutched in suspense......        
death had come to call......              
with a longing in her heart.......
she stood guard fighting her transformation,  
silent fog rolled beneath a picturesque cliff......
waiting in silence her spirit cried for confirmation,
a longing for a peaceful flight enthralled her desperate heart........
in the distance swirling clouds parted
at once, a voice in harmonic rhythm sang out
"freedom to fly free my dear raven"
"freedom to fly free my dear raven"............
and in that instant her spirit rose in a peaceful calm......
destiny had been received, 
a glorious revelation revealed
engulfed in love her spirit rejoice......
Hallelujah......
Hallelujah...... 
Palet......Palet......Palet...............

Her spirit soar......


________________________
Hebrew translation for "Palet" is "Deliverer"

________________________
A Rambling Poet Contest~Among The Dead
Poet~Rick Parise


Details | Free verse | |

This is what happens when I write a poem pissed off

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

Neither pain, nor demise.

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

Play coy.
Pretend it's fake.

Show all.
This is just a game.

When the time comes,
You wont be laughing.

When the time comes,
You wont be smiling.

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

This little game
You tried to play.

It got tried, weak.

Now your worst fears are here.
Be prepared.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

Three Days Hence

It's been seven years, I almost forgot-
not this day: but the distance we've climbed.
I couldn't remember my age, because it correlates
to years we've been apart.

I forgot to be apprehensive, this time it was sneaky.
It waited for the first happy holiday wishing
from some idiot to remind me.
   It was Good Friday. 
When God took your spirit home
and left me dying to know,
how to love him for his sacrifice
when he asked me to give up you?
How do I heal this death and rise with you in his arms?

I blasphemy, I know, but you loved him more
in sight of you that graceful place grows
pale in and foreign in mine eye.

Alas, I fail the test, I could not be as strong as you.

We knew it would not wait, but the parting was still to fast.
I sat in thought three days before your sleep and asked,
"In three days time my savior died, I wonder hence
what of my soul will rise with his?"

And sitting easter morning, 
  holding some idiots well wished basket,
I realised Three days passed.
  He took you home and left me lost on Friday morn,
I wailed my loss through Saturdays more,
         and Easter morning I felt your last hug, your kiss good bye.

I cursed my self for asking, if my soul would rise with his,
    because you, my love, are my soul and all ready there
there fore I am not strong enough to give this pain up 
       to honor his sacrifice and transcend, I sit still lost and wonder:

I believe and I love, but I don't know how to rise
I don't now how to live again. 
Faith crushed I don't think I can trust.
I am the shell of your grace trying once more 
to live in the love that failed me, as I failed the gift of his sacrifice.


Details | Pastoral | |

LUCIFER


The oldest Warrior Angel
                Of them all
          If not for Him
Then Heaven would fall
Fore He is the biggest Demon
The most Demon of them all
Kicked out of God's Heaven
Slighted so that this Kingdom
                   Could not fall
          He was so thrown
            Out of Heaven
   And that is not all
              ------
        Yes, He did fall
    From the Grace of God
So, I bet a dime to a doughnut
That thing's were kind of hard
               ------
Strewn from the Light
         Boy did He fall hard
           From this moment on
                         We knew
          That He would not
                Be back
       The poor fool Devil
     He broke his back
                ------
   So to seal His "Doom"
He some-how became a Prince
               The Prince of dark
Doe's that make any since
          To be the Prince 
  Of death and gloom
       The Lord said
"That you must leave here"
Fore their is no more room
    You played your card's
              Too soon
                -------
         Being as it was'
It was a quarter to four
           The Lord explained
It's time for Me to shut the door
                 ------
The Prince of the Dark
The good Lord said to Thee
        Get Thee from Thy sight
      And turn out the Light
                   -----
Fore I have seen enough of Thee
                   The game is over
                   Can't you see
                   -------
            I command of Thee
            Get away from Me
                     ------
      I command that Ye leave
      Carry nothing up your sleeve      
                            So sleep tight
Their will only be noodle's tonight
                   -------
       God told Ye
To get down below
And take of your Demon friend's
Fore this is the time when
       Your freedom end's
We don't want you here no more
        So, don't slam the door
                 ------
This house is for the Angel's
     I'm running this show
                ------
This House is for the Angle's
         No Devil or demons 
          You all must go
I don't take no enemies'
            -----
You all must go
I'm tired of your tricks'
You've now put Me in a fix
           I got your number
     You do this for kicks'
Your number is 666
             ------
So, then He left the Kingdom
    Vowing to defeat the Light
     He became the ultimate
    An enemy of the night
              ------
With all kind of deception
Wicked evil, trickery and vanity
He sort the control of Humanity
          On God's assignment

                 GF


Details | Rhyme | |

Winds of My Aftermath

Feel the hurricane and taste the rain here in the park
Hear me wail and watch me as I make my mark
But do not tell me when it is time to go
For I will be playing here long after dark

Get lost with me here in the brush
Stay the storm that now makes us rush
Meet me here same time next year
And once again I will make you blush

See me stand there upon my mountaintop
Fear the gale as I tend my crop
We will leave for chance what I do not know
And I will beg for mercy, but I will not stop

Over there just beyond the bended trees
Beautifully bending by my gentle breeze
Near Ole' Shadow's Pass, there along the path
You will feel the Winds of My Aftermath
Yes, you will find me whispering in the forest on bended knees
Where you will feel the Winds of My Aftermath


Details | Tanka | |

Dark Night

Toward a twilight
I walk in search of a light,
Not recognizing
Ahead of that destiny
There is also a dark night.


Details | I do not know? | |

It's Time

It's time.

The two times before
Were tests
To see if she could
Identify the moment
When she should leave.

It's time.

The words
Buzzed in her head
Over and over
As she tucked the last items
In the bag she had prepard.
A bag similar to the one
An expectant mother would have ready,
But she would never
Need that particular bag,
He made sure of that.

It's time.

It was 10am,
He had been gone
The better part of three hours.
The longest three hours of her life.
She waited patiently,
Just in case he came home
For some forgotten tool or document.

It's time.

She slipped out the back door
And scaled two neighbours' fences
Before entering the street.
With her hat pulled down low
She made her way to the bus station.
It was time to leave town.

It's time.

She bought a ticket to California,
Los Angeles to be specific.
She would become a lost angel
In the city of angels.

It's time.

As she waited for the bus,
She heard a car shrieking
To a stop outside.
She shrank into her seat,
But it was for nought,
As cruel hands
Pulled her from her seat.

It's time.

First came a slap,
Then another,
And by the time the ticket agent
Came out to pull him away from her
He was punching her.

It's time.

He shrugged off the agent
And ran to her,
But by that time 
She had pulled out
Her grandpappy's Smith & Wesson,
And with shaking hands
She lodged a bullet
In his heart.

It's time.

The gun was a present 
From her momma,
And from the day she got it
She practiced on old toys
Behind the abandoned toy factory.
She practice until it was time.
Today, the time came
And it tuly was time.

It's time
For her abusive husband to die.


Details | Sonnet | |

BLOOD OF GERONIMO

    BLOOD OF GERONIMO
Great Spirit here come I in humble prayer
child of your Bedonkohe blood and line.
I raise my hands to recognize you there
and plea you recognize this heart of mine.

I know you welcome all into your light
And let my way, as through this death I go, 
Be swift and sure, if bad or good or right
As certain as blood of Geronimo.

Look! Is my line not tied to what's his past?
And does this not bring us our only choice
To bide amongst the tribe from out our past?
To gather in your light, and raise one voice

Of this, our song, our voices unified
And handed down through time, where we have cried.
...............© Ron Wilson
Another very special Sonnet that just wrote itself through me...where do they come from? And how?


Details | Light Poetry | |

Particles Of Light

Alone is when reality doesn't exist anymore

Alone is when the one person breathes for rebellion

The speed of madness soaring through the human body at million miles per hour

Taking a different road than the one intended

Taking the high sprialing road

No longer a person you know, but a stranger

Instead of reality

Fireworks covered the sky

Everything was perfect, but only for awhile

Then the crash of blackness encircles like a haunting cloak of death

When the last breaths of life come too close

The only thing left to do is replay memories of happier times

Hoping not to die in this distorted state

Then suddenly reality caves in

And all thats left is to watch those particles of lights come back





Details | Rhyme | |

You left me forever as I watched the rain fall on the roses

We had all the time in the world or so it seemed
Then reality can in and destroyed the life we dreamed
All at once it had fallen astray
Id never be the same until my dying day

One door is opened but then another door closes
You left me forever as I watched the rain fall on the roses

I drowned into darkness to face my worst fears
I was broken and cried an ocean of tears
The essence of you is still in me
The only comfort is that yours is truly free

One door is opened but then another door closes
You left me forever as I watched the rain fall on the roses

As the water poured down the flowers turned red
The memories we shared still danced in my head
Then it pooled and seeped into the ground
That day in heaven on less heart did pound

 One door is opened but then another door closes
You left me forever as I watched the rain fall on the roses

I’ve was pricked by a thorn straight through my soul
One day at a time was my only goal
I planted seeds so I could watch them grow
I will love you forever and this you will always know





Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The Murder Of One Lead To Another

The Murder Of One Lead To Another


My death caused yours. I left without a fight like I had all those times before. Murder by my own self-indulgence. Looking how I had left you to your own devices, if I would had known that would be the cause of your death would I have been less self centered? Can you hear me singing to you as you slit your wrist and separate soul and body? Slowly slipping away as I sing the song of the 7 veils. I yearned for you, as you loved for me could we be the most perfect couple to die for selfish wish. What fools we are leaving this world just for a death we know nothing of. 
Stop! Return! Don’t leave me just yet! Are the words I hear as I return to living breathing state, I was returned back to this world? For you I could live on, for you I could die by your side, for you I would make you live forever with me. I was murder, you slit your wrist but in the moment of leaving this world we both was called back by the body we left behind. We came back hand and hand together to stay side by side. I was murder you slit your wrist, but in that last moment I came back for you and you came back for me. Did you see it our nearly over soul ready to be devoured and consumed by our greed? 
I was murder, as you slit your wrist. We tried to destroy our suffering and we nearly destroyed our bond. My death led to your death but in our final moment we were called back to this unforgivable world. Murder by self-indulgence, suicide of a broken heart, which was our ways out of this world. Thank you for calling me back.


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heart, mind, and soul

father time in my chest
keeper of its own pace
just skin and bone depth
influences time and space
what are we but drifters
 in an unknown

see truth in a literal
belief before my face
stars with no funeral
light will win the race
here i am, not for long
death starts at home

where is this leading?
which story could it be?
despite all my reading
writings the cup of tea
i dont need to know it all
as long as im not alone



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Cliffhanger

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

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

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

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

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

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


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UNFORTUNATE LOVE

UNFORTUNATE LOVE
Once more it's morning and I greet the dawn,
waking to feelings I've known,
breathing the fragrance that's lingering on
throughout a lifetime alone;

splinters of sunshine are drifting through blinds,
revealing dust I breathe in,
dancing through flashes, and somehow reminds
of things that never have been;

I hear a song and it's what I've dreamed of,
outside my window they mourn,
I'd face the morning, but I need a shove,
for this poor heart badly torn;

unfortunate dove, why is it you sing,
outside my window each day?
It's a reminder of what life won't bring,
mourning dove, don't fly away;

once more it's morning and I hear the dove
all of my life is a sin,
it's just the way of unfortunate love,
but I still dream now and then.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa


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A MILLION PIECES OF YOU

Today your vase broke, my symbol of hope, a way of holding on to a piece, a fragment of your soul, emotions rising to the surface, buried deep, your ashes in soil, growing now in that tree of hope, your heaven all it's own, this vase made house a home. Alone I sit picking up the million pieces of this piece of you, your soul, my way of holding on not dealing with this hole that was left. I placed so much value in this material vase, my make belief testament of our memories and time we shared. A million, scattered, shattered, fragmented pieces here, crocodile tears...I feel you standing there, knowing it's in my heart, where, you've always been, not in some material fragile glass. I inherited your vase in your sudden demise, now in pieces of me, cherished it so dear. A million little pieces, this sliver of a glitter of glass draws red, and, I realize all the things that were left unsaid, I'm still alive, but you're the one more alive than dead. You cannot take these material things through the next life, all  you have is the love of this one, the things you took the time to share and say, nor can you lean for comfort upon them, but today i did,today it was ok, because I knew it was you who broke it! Scattered, shattered, these emotions, brought to the surface, I'm feeling the million pieces of healing. Silly of me to place your soul in a vase, some glass of art, as if it's what defines you in all these pieces, all these parts. I suck the red from my rings of print and i taste the thought and I hold the best part, it's not in this material vase that I carry you, your carried in my heart!


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Moving On - E

Taking a step 
out of the apartment today
remembered the times, that you could do the same
stayed up for hours till the morning
sitting on the bed, sobbing and mourning

A year ago you were here
and you were smiling
But it looks like those times are flying

Cause I'm trying to move on
so this is the last time i'll say: 
I miss you more than I could ever
I wish we could all stay alive, forever
But that's not the case, so starting today
I'm moving on.

As I walked in the room
The silence cut through me
Reminding me that it is true
I will never see you
But now I have to see
That it's the end of you, not me

So this is the last time i'll say: 
I miss you more than I could ever
I wish we could all stay alive, forever
But that's not the case, so starting today
I'm moving on.


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Final flight

On a regular Sunday
In a glorious atmosphere
I passed the time day dreaming
and taking in my surroundings

A slight breeze crossed my path
and as I looked up I saw a most
beautiful Bluebird soaring above
almost dancing with the wind

The many trees were filled with
birds singing and playing amongst
the branches

Suddenly without a sound or
explanation the Bluebird stopped
in mid air and fell to the ground

Astounded by what I witnessed
my heart skipped a beat.  In all
my life I never thought to see
mortality before my eyes

Full of sorrow I picked up the
little bird and as I felt the last
bit of warmth leave his body
a great tranquility came over me 

It was as if some part of my life
had been completed and it was
a feeling of finality but somehow
I understood

I laid him there under the
Great Oak tree and as I pass by
from time to time, I think about
him and how fragile yet endearing
all our lives are

I find great comfort in knowing
that at some point in my own life
my final existence will also be
held in the palm of someones
hand...


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I Saved You

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Life Death and Beyond contest

I believe we are spiritual beings having a human experience,
We all have a purpose, a divine destiny
Some never fulfill it because their hearts become cold and empty,

Many forces surround us everyday,
Some oppose us while others encourage us to pray,

When you take the time to remove daily distractions,
Close your eyes and simply breathe,
You realize that there is more to this life than your eyes in the natural can perceive,

Miracles occur every day, supernatural experience's some would say
When death comes knocking on your door too soon
Angels guard your life and obey Gods directions to save you from your doom 

Science can prove only certain things
It can’t explain why some people have seen angelic wings
Or why some have died and gone to heaven or hell
Come back to earth and live to tell

For as long as man has been, he has pondered the mysteries of life after death
Many religions have books that explain what happens when your time has expired and your spirit has left,

Just gaze your eyes on the ocean tides,
Or watch as the sun each night says it goodbyes,

Observe a butterfly coming out of its cocoon,
Or a seed in the ground growing into a glorious bloom,

Just gawk into space through a telescope,
The billions of stars, planets and invisible ropes,

That connects us to the universe
It brings tears to my eyes and makes my heart want to burst,

When our spirits leave this outer shell,
We will understand what our minds on earth failed to tell,

When we see no more pain in a place with our name,
The sorrows of this life and all the days filled with strife
Will evaporate and wash away,
We will live forever where it’s always day,

We will never grow old or get physically sick,
So don’t take this life too seriously as the hours continue to tick,

Don’t give up when you’re feeling down and want to die,
Because there is a mansion in the sky waiting for you and I,

It’s all a matter of what you believe and if you know God
Eternity is not a silly fairytale or façade, 

There is life after death just follow your heart,
It’s no coincidence that people have always known but question where to start,

I can guarantee if you ask God himself,
He will reveal it to you just like he has done for somebody else.

By: Sabina Nicole
written: 1-14-12
contest: life death beyond


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It's Hard To Say Goodbye

Dear Love,

Thinking of you wishing we were face to face 
Living seems difficult because I can’t keep my priorities straight
It’s keeping me from wanting to continue, being the best I can be
Loving you was so divine I wish you were here with me
Now that you had to go I am blind with so much pain
Dealing with the fact that you, will no longer be my flame

Why did you have to leave? 
We had lots of love to share 
I’m wishing for more time to spend, 
so I can feel complete within
Now, I know its time to say 
I need, I’ll miss, and always love you,
even though I cant be with you everyday

Goodbye!



05/11/07




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A Beautiful Mind

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Hate the day time, and the boredom,
And the hours left to kill,
And the pain you feel inside,
Scoops a hole for him to fill,

Whisper secrets over sunsets,
Promise you will never tell,
Pretty lies, dainty deceptions,
You never felt so well,

A beautiful mind,
But he’s sick in the head,
You imagine his touch,
He imagines you dead,
In his eyes there’s something wrong,
Sense the danger, crave the thrill,
Cut the cord, you’re too far gone,
Just slowly losing will,

Dazzles you with words,
Leaves you lost in a daze,
Cos you always were a sucker,
For a witty turn of phrase,

Gives you poppies in the evening,
Loves them best because they bring,
The things you both are craving,
Sleep for you and blood for him,

Sink into it easy,
The opiate of his hold,
Like a knife through butter or skin,
You know he prefers them cold,

A beautiful mind,
But he’s sick in the head,
You imagine his touch,
He imagines you dead,
In his eyes there’s something wrong,
Sense the danger, crave the thrill,
Cut the cord, you’re too far gone,
Just slowly losing will,

Knows your weakness, knows your movements,
A master of the maze,
Watch you dreaming in the darkness,
He’s been lying there for days,

You can taste it on his lips,
See it hidden in his smile,
Know the truth, yet still embrace it,
That boy will bleed you dry,

Sunrise brings him closer,
Runs his fingers through your hair,
Breathes so softly “it’s your time now”,
And you haven’t got a prayer.


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Voices of the rain

Above the corrugated iron roofs of our house
With no ceiling underneath I hear as 
The rain softly murmurs with its many voices
As if they come from a distant crowd
These voices remind me of the dead
And the future they have left behind
As the murmur seems to grow into silence
I walk towards the doorway and stand there for a while
And watch as the rain dances on the ground
And wonder if the dead have ears to hear its many voices
And  wonder if it reminds them too
Of the future they have left behind
And if they ever dream of coming back to life
To show us how the future should be lived
But the rainbow at the end of the rain
Tells me that the future is not for the dead 
But for us the living to inherit
And when our time in this world has passed
We shall leave it behind too 
For the living of that time to inherit


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Bite

The garden of eden contains the fruits of nature and being one with all its residents. But as evolution triumphs, we move closer to self destruction.
By going forward we are essentially moving backwards.
Stop
I dont want live on this planet anymore
Jumping from the stratosphere
Down
Pluto
Cold
We cant run from time
and our time will come
Taking lives easier than appreciating 
The Fall of nature
Autmn
Winter
.....................
Apple


- Adam


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Evanescence

Dear Soap Bubble,

bright focus
in an air-light reflection
of the ephemeral beauty
of this world

diaphanous soul 
in despair

sincere
fearful
innocent
hesitating
uncertain
distrustful
pure

Emotional universum
rumbling inside the anima
of a tiny simple
passionate creature

I shall enjoy thy sight

Shall I live in fear
for you not to burst

Shall I be the wind
to blow tenderly
directing thy path

Thy shelter shall I be
I surrender myself to thee


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Gulf Oil Spill

Our ecosystem and wildlife can no longer be ignored
The devastation caused by the Gulf oil spill must vastly be restored

As anger and frustration surges across the Coast
The depletion of our environment, indeed we fear the most

Several past months, many lives have been erased
In the midst of these disasters, we can only look to faith

Now let us pay a visit to some underlying factors
Volcanic eruptions, earthquakes, and other natural disasters

It was not in their intention for a high tech failed invention
Yell still they don't take into account the consequences of their actions

Efforts to contain this oil spill is more doltish than we have known
What more massive debacles can this single Earth condone?

Many local residents are now suffering from depressions
So think about what lies ahead, our future generations


©RashanaKing2010


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Faith we'll meet again

Sorrow poured through me
as I heard you were gone
No future stories with both us
Still many memories live on
Conversations between us
only you and I'd understand
The things that we went through
side by side, hand in hand
Making one another feel better
when life had us down
Now I can't seem to hold you
on my face I wear a frown
My tears are still falling
My wounds they must be deep
For the memories I am grateful
Thankful for the thoughts I have to 
keep
Why should I just accept
The fact that you are gone?
If it's about faith and believing
with me- you'll forever live on
I cry when I miss you
for I wish you were here
I love you unconditionally
to me, that is clear
I wish to someday again hold you
Make up for lost time in the past
Hopefully the next time we meet
It won't go on by us as fast
I'll try to hold on to believing
That love conquers all
Trusting in God to be with me
When the heavens give me a call
Where we will be reunited
After time spent apart
There are no words to describe
the way you've touched my heart,


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Death's Rhythm

Death's Rhythm

Death beats a steady rhythm 
Sounding loud within my chest
Starting at the time of conception
So strong and powerful
It counts down second by second
You try to really live your life
Doing things that make you happy
Finding the love that God gave you
No matter what you can do
No mater what you can say
You cannot plead your case
Death still beats a steady rhythm
All you can do is live for the moment
Ignore the steady pounding in your chest
Forget that time is short and precious
Live, love, enjoy what you are doing
Then when Death's rhythm stops
You can laugh in his face
Taunt him for eternity
Tell him that you lived a good life
That you have been happy
Tell him that you have made others happy
Then, as final words, tell him you are ready
You have no regrets
Then get your wings and enjoy eternity
Always remember that you lived
And that you had a good life
That is all you will ever need


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A Resolution for This time

A Resolution for This Time
(Based on Eccl. 3:1-15)
©2011 C. Brent Cloyd

I long to see the beauty of my time
Hear music from eternal bells that chime
Enjoy earth, till this good life I sever
Look toward heaven that last forever

I’ll grasp my part in each life occasion 
Banish thoughts and deeds of ill persuasion
Accept God’s design for each life season
Submit that I need not know His reason

I will celebrate life so wondrous born
Understand that death is not always scorn
Propagate goodness and wholeness in life
And uproot that which causes pain and strife

I’ll concede it’s sometimes proper to kill
But until convinced I’ll promote goodwill
Useless things I will tear down and destroy
Then plan to build, and work efforts deploy

I will comfort the hearts of those forlorn
Together find God’s healing as we mourn
Dare to dream, love, have hope, and take a chance
Embrace the moment, laugh, and learn to dance

I’ll speak with passion, let pieces scatter
Gather the fragments, avoid the chatter
Engage opinions, proceed with a shrug
When acceptable, open arms and hug

For things of value I’ll search at great cost
When searching is exhausted count it lost
When usefulness has ended, throw away
But don’t allow important things to stray

Now is the time to tear some things apart
Then with care I’ll mend and make a new start
Learn the lesson that silence is golden
Of words fitly said men are beholden

I pledge to hate what is cruel and unjust
Teach that kindness and fairness are a must
In war, anger and malice find release
But I’ll use my voice to encourage peace

Yesteryear’s events once again will be
To measure their success we wait and see
God’s deeds are good, lasting and without flaw
Of Him and His works I will gaze in awe.


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Fear no more



                              
                                        When I see the eyes ...tear
                                    Of somebody I could never ...bear
                                        To forget about it and move on
                                      While others happy and ...cheered
                                           That principle in me is ...rare
                                     I have looked into the eyes of ...fear
                                      And made them tears...Who dare!!!
                                                 A good way to say:


                                                "An eye for an eye"


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Darkness

Darkness is like my mirror Shattered like blackened glass Reflecting broken bits of me As hours, days and years go past Darkness is like a fiery mess Endless, cold and without mercy Coals and ashes, shriveled up Tomorrow remains unseen Light seems to burn my world From the dullest of all dull candles Like touching a golden ember Its splendour you cannot handle Darkness is a force of life The only one I’ve ever known I’m scared of what I do not know And what I do not understand Darkness is like an old friend Lingering, forever remembered The darkest of all my days were bright From you my light emerged I cannot think of a time well spent That didn’t include you in it A world so unforgiving One in which we did not fit Darkness is a battle Not to be won but only to lose You fight for everything you love And get defeated at the time they choose Darkness is a house Standing alone and desolate No one wants to live there Doing so fills them with hate Blackness is a colour A shade of the darkest emotion The feeling you get when you feel empty Just going through the motions Black is endless and cold And all I’ve ever known But I cannot tear myself away For fond of it I’ve grown


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FAR AWAY

So close we are,only the clouds are in between
Together we are bond Just like joined twins
Ur guidance & counsel  make my paths
Only me & you understand this language
But far beyond my reach you are,
Only time will join us again


Sometime I wish it could be a journey,
I could travel all the way to see your face.
To hear ur words of wisdom once more
& share the laughter we had
But far away you are,
And only time wiil join us

Passing one bridge of  breath to another,
Is achievement,
But,what bridge did you pass?
You left me all alone
Only holding to the live we had,
Hoping & wishing  dat death had not visited
Far away you are,
And only time will join us.


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O FRAGILE LIFE OF THE HUMAN RACE...

Ever thought of the fragile life
of the Human Race?  Think again,
and it comes with that poignant question,
" Why do we live less than a forest tree? "
Even a turtle lives longer than us...
it must know the secret to longevity!

These perfect bodies will lose their beauty, and once
those first ugly wrinkles appear on our faces;
and the unradiant skin begins to sag,
finding it impossible to lie about its true age!
And we search for that miraculous cream to erase
them...hiding the embarrassment of growing old!

If mirrors show our true selves,
why are we afraid of a real image
and try to add more time
to the fragile life of the Human Race:
by looking to the stars...
instead of trusting in God! 
But some of us refuse to confront
the unchangeable, hard truth
and rather believe the greatest lie,
thus, making us so miserable...enough to die!

Gracefully embrace your old age,
and take advantage of its wisdom...
laugh hard at those fools or so-called idiots;
they may be still young and unaware of their actions...
and like you, they will reach that stage
when they'll come face to face with doom!

O fragile life of the Human Race,
weren't you given a beautiful promise
and a freedom without boundary...... 
when obedience was shown daily,
and thoughts of avarice and envy
didn't keep them from a Creator
who blessed them with grace...
to extend His kindness and favor? 


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to my soup friends

all my troubles came to a head today when they sent me home before work was over. when 
i got my truck to the yard my sister was waiting. all i knew was that she had a name and 
when she got to me that name was April. they found her she had been dead sence thursday. 
i was the last to speak to her. and all this time i thought i had been abandoned. all of my
thought today were of her. i played one song over and over. it tore me asunder. and all the
prayers that i said for her; ever sence then. i'm kind of numb now but when she told me i 
screamed for a long time. and now it's time to cope. pray for her family and me. i was in 
love with her. john


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Remeber Me With Sounds

I loved the sound of the trees, as the winds went gusting through,
The roar that bellowed from the forest, oh how it blew!

I loved the sound of silence, as snow came floating down,
Like feathers of white and each unique, oh how it covered the town!

I loved the sound of water, as it crashed and poured and gushed,
The waves, the splash, the rain and wet, oh how the people rushed!

I loved the sound of leaves, a rustle then a crunch,
From green to brown, from young to old, oh how they fell a bunch!

I loved the sound of storms, the thunder was the best,
The crashes and booms to make you shake, oh how my heart jumped from my chest!

But now I'm just a memory, these sounds you do not hear,
Dying too young creating your pain, oh how I miss the cheer!

I loved the sound of earth, the ways of life each day,
It's time to be joyful for the love I had, oh how I know you'll pray!

Let my love of natures noise go on, because before I left I wrote,
Just remember to take the time to listen, to these sounds like a music note!


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Heroshima

Heroshima
Can ewe balance out those two final hits against the lives saved those that would have 
continued WAR on Asian Soil those days of hell of hurting men caught by bullits and the 
bayonets? Can just two bombs blasting death be counted as salvation won for all those 
young boys girls old men women who died instantly in two Atomic Blasts over those two 
cities of Japan. Nagasaki Heroshima eye have seen the END of time the BOOKS of GOD are 
open when the Dead Arrive. Arise all sleepers in those Graves can GOD usher in those 
SOULS into new places now to stay is there a place for JAPAN in Jesus Heaven? For those of 
us who sinned and suffered radiation burns lost our skins and mortal coils gone some died 
just screaming out in pain all normal living gone perhaps no time to say your HOLY NAMME 
of Jesus. Can they live there inside your heaven is it still possible that you forgive them for 
once upon the time it came to me today that a Just and Perfect GOD adjudges perfectly 
those in suffering words can not describe no time to utter words of salve; but deeds looked 
at made right by YOU salvation won given now to all. Eventide has come today to those 
whom tomb decay whom die threw no fault of there own. Just hit twice dumped down on 
Killed with anguish very slow. A special place in heaven for all those special people of Japan. 


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Situations

It's a complicated situation that I'm facing.
Between broken dreams and death planning conversations.
Constantly asking myself why I feel out of Gods hands into the arms of satin.
Praying for life after death but deep down questioning continuation.
I weary from all the back stabbing and sins and it mostly generates from my
family and friends.
Please lord tell me will this pain every end.
Can I ever walk with you and make Amen’s?
Cause only you can ever know where my soul really been.
The devils getting closer and he is coming in the forms of many men.
I hate to say it but I opened up the doors and let them in.
They pass me the weed and beer to through off my concentration.
Go to job interviews the next day say words but don't know the pronunciation.
By DNA have a father but mentally there is no relation.
It's sad to say it's darker by the day.
It took two buildings to fall before the nation united and prayed.
After the fact Mr. Bush send eighteen year old to Iraq to be living in their last days.
These are my situations





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My Escort is gone

Days are long and nights are short.
To last through time I will need an escort.
But yesterday I heard the news
my escort is gone, to heaven he flew.

I saw the feathers from his wings fell
in the lonely nights did time love to dwell.
Even so, I still need him nevertheless 
though I know he's there, giving me his bless.

It's easy to walk with a pair of legs,
to fly with wings, not some wooden pegs.
The flesh was raw but now it has rot
with attempts to untangle this strangled knot.

I am in pain, in severe pain
and all this sadness do I wish to feign.
But he is gone, everything is gone.
Hopefully I'll live to see the upcoming dawn.


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The Calendar

I check the calendar with fear.
I always do this time of year.

I dread the anniversary day, 
The time when He took you away.
 
God sent his angels down at night,
To bear you up in silent flight.

I wasn’t there to say goodbye.
I turn the calendar and cry.

I’d like to skip these days of pain,
But every year they come again.

I  cannot run from  loneliness, 
The date is  every where I guess. 



Won a 3rd




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the grave of infinity

God moves a universe 
like a child playing marbles...
Holds the shooter 
between the thumb and index finger,
at the speed of light planets collide
galaxies whirl in a sea of miracles
shattering the taw called impossible.
Colors explosions- space and time
expanding contracting breathing exhisting
a billion years dancing without witness...
planets blue planets green-planets 
in the beginning
planets at the end
planets full of living-planets filled with death...

the great contraction comes
everything that ever will be 
and that ever was...
the voices the footsteps
the wars and loves
everything layed  out before 
(on the rosary of god)
hail mary full of grace
take us to infinity,
infinity's pristine
grave.


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Boa's Ark - Part 1

1. MORNING HAS BROKEN 
The men, in lines, tramp two by two (forgetting all the women who,
Preparing for a night of tricks, were painted with their flaming sticks)
And think about the time ahead when they’ll be gone, their bodies dead
(Some rotting slow', some mummified) though once they were their mummy’s pride.

Attired bright in uniforms, they’ve strewn their bombs in desert storms -
Like melting sands, the sky deforms with darkness, death - and doomsday swarms
Through ravished lands where fires warm the corpses, cold and puriform.

Their eyes flash forward towards the back of lucky ones who have the knack
Of never being in the way of bursts of bullets as they stray
(Effacing phantoms faraway) but live to die another day.

They’re wishing for a foggy morn or best of all to be unborn,
And peering down to mark the sway of wings in webs while spiders prey,
They wonder when their time will come and they can cease their fleeing from
The sights they’ve seen, the deeds they’ve done, the life they’ve lost, the death they’ve won,
Then muse a while upon the child they killed today when they went wild,
And when they’re finally reconciled with broken bodies stacked and piled,
They ponder, does she have a kin to curse them for their burning sin?

And if she does, will god reply with tooth for tooth and eye for eye?

Or will her clan be mild and meek and simply turn the other cheek?

2. MIDDAY MUSINGS 
They’re counting steps to pass the time and puzzle if they’ll reach their prime
Or if instead they’ll serve the worm their carnal flesh and aching sperm
When soon, perhaps, they sleep in berth provided by the chilling earth,
And fret about the fate they’ll find below the stones that slowly grind.
And once or twice will come to mind a sultry smile they left behind
(The distant past - a tepid trace - another time, another place),
Reflected in a death grimace that paints a frightened withered face.

And on they trek through guilt and gloom to track their own and others' doom
And soon they’ll grace another pool with blood of other beings who’ll
Inhale no more the evening airs, unlike the wily Functionaires
Who brutalize the fighting men and send them far away and then
(Relaxed, unwound, with victories made) confer with sword an accolade
On those who’ve lopped heads bowed, with blade, so someone bent must turn a spade
To hack a hole which then is filled with all the cloven bodies killed
Then cloaked with clay or loamy dirt, as if to hide the pain and hurt.

 Continued in Part 2 


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La Gala Grandeur

~La Gala Grandeur~


Revived from mine mortality,I adopt my rebirth
Through neonate eyes,the world now glows ethereal
As my resplendence arouses,death is relinquished dormant
Though newly formed,I step unteeteringly unafraid


Motlique auras,encompass my fellow scions
The firmament above,an wombous spectrum pletharic
Engrossed of adolescence,I become exhilarantly aware
My lineant precursors,swarm samely for my embracing


Free from fragility,I am no longer appraisal's prey
No less nor more than another,we abide incorruptable
Orchestras of saints and psalmists,exact an spectacled sonata
Devout and divinely,we dance dutifully for mercy's grace


This revel illimitable,is always available
Admittance thou art assured,whether or not of invitation
With none boundary of era,we know ye will attend
It is but a matter my friend,of just when...


...is then



~Azaza~ June 19th,2010


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The Voice of Seclusion

I TASTE a memory of a time in my life

A time when years seemed to stand still

Where butterflies would dance and bats would fly

Where misery seemed to dwell in my inner soul

Up in flames like a bituminous coal

Up in the darkness of the smoke lies my silent hope

Another shot at life would seem semi-sweet

So hidden --- wishing my life would blight

Until then, I remain secluded in the night.


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Death's Door

Death is a time where people will never breathe
We can’t talk or walk and even squawk about our lives that we lead 

What do you suppose is behind deaths door?
I’m just wondering, because eventually is going to come to us all
Should we be scare? Or fight for it, not to happen? Or just let it be?
Has anyone thought about Death, like me?
 
Death has come for two people I had a chance to know on, 02/02/12; 
however, this was a week ago. 
Do you think they knew?

Some people may not know, when it’s time for them to go,
therefore; we should ask JESUS CHIRST to come into our lives
and be prepared for that day 

So, when death wants to knock on our door 
We can open it up and say I’m ready, let’s go, 
and see that place called Heaven’s Tour


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missing you

I see my daddy sometimes what we talk about is between him and I.

To be in his arms one more time you name it, I promise I wouldnt put up a fight...

It's been almost ten years and Im still grieving

I remember that phone call when they said he was no longer breathing

In my mind I was thinking everybody knows my daddy likes to play games that negro

just sleeping...

As time started fading away reality hit me and I had to check my own pulse to see if my

heart was still beating...

Being in a state of shock my thoughts kept repeating, flashbacks of those nights when 

I deserved a beating, you loved me so much I was never was mistreated...

Every night before I closed my eyes you always repeated those three special words

that young girl needs to hear, and even though your not physically here if I close

my eyes tightly not only does your face reappear, but I can softly hear you speak

to me in my ear.


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Fond Memories Of My Dad From Dustin

I want to share a few, Fond memories of my dad, With an experience or two, Of the times together we had. He was a carpenter by trade, Just like Jesus used to be, But the full time job with mom he made, Was taking care of me. I remember things we did together, When I was five years old, My first fishing trip, buying my first heifer, And letting me ride a steer in a rodeo. Fixing a racecar up together was fun, It was for me to race someday, Even though it was work that was done, It seemed more like play. It was in April of 2001, When my dad helped me find a steer, I named him Blazer and he was the one, That I thought would bring a winning year. I looked forward to the pick up day to be, When my dad would be breaking in the steer, And it would be just dad and me, Because my mom, of that, she had a fear. Before he had a chance to break her in, He had a heart attack and had to rest, He told me that I’d have to step in, And just try to do my best. I was a little worried and not so sure, If I could even really do this stuff, And since it had always been my dad before, I waited for my dad to guide me when he had strength enough. My dad wanted to help me more but he was too sick, So I tried even harder this time around, And Blazer sure didn’t like the show stick, But I finally got him to walk with me on the ground. And the time came that I knew then, Blazer would be ready for the Auction show, But my dad had another heart attack again, And I realized there was life lesson for me to know. The lesson that I have learned here, Is that sometimes we really do, Take for granted our family will always be there, But you never know when they won’t be able to help you. As the brightest star in the sky, Reminds me of Nana, my dad’s mother, There is now another bright star near by, For dad and the love we shared with each other. Written for Dustin 5/27/2003 Florence McMillian (Flo)


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papa last words

When papa wanted to pass on
Though only God knows the unknown

But papa this day spoke like he knows
It's time and he will soon go

Lying in the field with me by his side
'My son, listen my son' he breathed when he slid

Yet papa had his soul with him by then
'Don't lift me up, just find me paper and pen'

"We met and trade in this world
And so we'll live it" he scribbled


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He Left These Here for You

Granddad saved change under the paper in his dresser drawer.
We never dared to look and see how much he had to share.
He saved it there with a purpose; to give when I was there.
For a nickel I would comb his hair; a quarter bought a shave.
He loved to give me money; I loved the way he cared.
A playful sort, he loved to laugh; he always teased and joked.
There was endless time to play with me; that’s how my granddad was.

My granddad grew a garden, the prettiest one in town.
I would help him plant the rows of corn.
Three seeds dropped in each hole that he made.
Row after row, together we worked our way down.
And when the work was completely done, it was time for fun!
A shave, hair comb, and a pedicure would make him fall asleep.
Grandma brought bright red polish to decorate his feet!

When he'd wake up, I’d sit on the floor, knowing what was next.
He would bring out coins from his dresser drawer
And laugh about his toes…  (A tradition as my grandmother knows.)
He was always amused while I counted all of my loot.  
He would tease and laugh and taunt.  To me, he was number one!
At age eighteen, while in the Army, the horrible message came.
Granddad had died from an allergy; life would never be the same.

I tried not to cry, like I promised him; I could not bear the pain.
He loved me so and I loved him.  I felt so alone.
How could I go through life and never hear his voice.
I must go on; we had talked of this; even now, he still is missed.
I didn't go home for many years; when I did…he wasn’t there.
Emptiness came over me, and an ocean full of tears.
Then, Grandma took me to his drawer… “He left these here for you.”

© July 9, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen 


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Crazy system1






     Reality , insane human mentality
     The strongest lives , no descent morality
     That's half part of a world
     Where people is falling , not from gravity
     Now it's about time
     to remove that bad tooth cavity
     


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Almost Gone

Every time I trust,
It's broken by someone.

Every time I love,
I'm crushed.

I walk across the street,
Thinking about my troubles.

A car passes,
I hit the side, and my life flashes.

Almost gone,
But very much alive, I am.

Almost gone,
But no bruises or scratches.

Almost gone,
My troubles should be.


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If God was to ask me?

Here as I sit at the pearly white gates, not sure of what my fate will be? As I reflect back on 
my life and think about what God will think of me? As I await his word of what my final fate 
will be? I can remember that day I broke my Mom’s favorite glass  figurine and the day I 
cooked her gold fish, name Sam…thought I was as good a cook as her? That day I smoked 
my first cigarette or that time I tied a firecracker to that old stray cat that use to wander 
through the streets night and day. The time when I cheated on that math test by copying the 
kid’s paper that sat next to me and still got an F... and the time I lied about my aunt's death, 
just so I could get a day off from work. I also recall the day I married my first wife and said 
I do until death do us part, just to find myself married two more times before they finally laid 
me to rest. I never meant to hurt anyone, as I sat there pondering my life? God then ask 
me, "If you had to do it all over again my child? What would you change about your life? 
God, then ask me, what if you could be me and I was you? Would you let yourself into 
Heaven or would you send yourself straight to Hell?" I sat there for a moment, and then 
nodded my head, then I hesitated and said to him, “I know I would change everything that I 
ever did, but the last thing I would even try to do is try to be you God.” All these years you 
have had to deal with people just like me? If you ask me God, you have had it rougher than 
me?

By Jay Andrew Anderson-Taylor


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THE DEVIL'S THIEF

     THE DEVIL'S THIEF
Arranged in paradise, by suffering's fate,
to have no end, to be alone and wait,
it was her love, acceptance came so fast
she had no time to think it might not last,
as he, the sailor left, she loved too late;

He'd waited on the dock so long he grew
to be inspired by something she won't do,
'twas just a recognizing love is there
the reaching out for what is everywhere,
but love for her was something all so new;

the chart well planned, and ties that bound the ship
were heaved away, and thus began the trip,
upon the sea, past U-Boats ev'ry one,
yet feared he not, his ship was let to run.
their course away from where the moon would dip.

She on the shore, he on the watch at three,
both dreaming dreams not ever let to be
but absence makes the heart more fonder yet,
and out of sight means not they will forget;
the ship sailed on, and peaceful was the sea;

the gale that came and sank him to the reef,
took from the shore the lady in her grief,
and they were thus to marry, in the sea,
united 'neath the waves, eternally,
depriving love from time, the devil's thief.


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lead my hand o' dear life

lead my hand o' dear life

lead my hand
on this land
o' dear life, 
until the end

o' dear thought
of comfort

seed my life
feed me not in strife
bleed me joy from nine to five

lead me a journey of phases
a journey of ages
to face this

germinate in me a corn
of survival 
a history of possibilities
a record of living to afford
a source to live

for this life 
is a choreographer of life
a propeller of existence
an economy of spiritual commodities

a tear drop of opportunities
yet not so many does see its commonalities
an event of anomalies and regularities

lead me a way o' dear life
carry me a sledge on a journey of life 
a terrain of survival and life

a gemstone for many
a pentagon of any
a model of penny

an artwork of joy

a string of life on a journey
a script of many
a stanza of any

opn08022012/0106

from: 'journey of life' and 'on a journey', 
february 2012 

>> ntema's unique poetry (nup) 
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lead-my-hand-o-dear-life/


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Old Bones

sifting through the stones
wrist deep in icy currents
the creak of old bones


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Forever Gone

Each time you drift to sleep
Feel my hands stroke your face
My breath upon your neck
Hear me hum our song
Know you are safe
For I am here
Forever my dear

Each time you are in danger
Feel my arms protecting you
My breathing hurried in fear
Hear me scare away the evil
Know you are safe
For I am here
Forever my dear

Each time you cry
Feel my fingers wipe away tears
My breath on your lips in kiss
Hear me whisper our love
Know you are safe
For I am here
Forever my dear

Each time you dream
Feel my being in form
My breath shared with yours 
Hear me and respond
Know you are safe
For I am here
Forever my dear

Each time you realize
Feel my empty spot on the bed
My breath no longer breathed
Hear my voice in old messages
Know you are safe
For I am here
Forever my dear


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The Same Reservation Road

I walk through the reservation valley of alcoholic death/ 
I fear no darkness among my own for the light breathes life on its own through my every breath/ I can no longer fit in for I need to stand out above the rest/
 I can no longer follow, I got to be the host of my own because Im tired of being the guest/
 
I want to be the writer I dont want to be the reader/ 
I want to be the artist with the brush, I want to create I want to finally be my own leader/
 I want to be able to follow society's rules because I am tired of being a cheater/
 I want to be the supplier because Im tired of being the seeker/ 

I guess life is what I make it/ Forgive less as much as I still continue to forsake it/
 My life is just a jolt but at times I feel death shake it/ Grab my emotions by the reins and straight earthquake it/ I try and fix my problems until someone comes by and breaks it/
 but this is my time because Im still young so this young opportunity in life I must Take it.
 
I got to hold my head held high from being low/ 
I got to stay lost until I find my own being my purpose of another young lost soul/
 I cannot stop because Im too tired of staying stuck I must stay on go/ 
This my life now I know it my story waiting to be patiently told/ 
This my life now I got to let it un fold/ Let it slowly but surely grow/ 
Im just a hidden bomb waiting for my poetry to blow/ 
EVERYTHING I DID OR DO IN LIFE NOW IS SOMETHING I CHOSE? 
I GOTTA CHANGE BECAUSE I JUST CANT KEEP WALKING THE SAME RESERVATION ROAD.


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Soonn Deux

On the sands of time

How will his feet print on the sands of time?
The query he is so bothered to ask
Emirates, ere hit and run dashes his rhyme
And creates deep holes of vast pending task.

Will those little lights yet glow when he’s gone?
Or will they die off when he’s in that hole?
This, he meditates in his deepest lone,
Scribbles verse, should unexpected grips whole.

Placer orb was where he conceived this tongue;
Whence his momentary opt to torch the ground
Ere it will be too late to dong a gong-
Then the planet will guest still air of sound.

For the world abrupt visitors, he scribes
This anon writ, ere God sends His un-bribes.

©A.O, 4/3/2014.


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I FADE AWAY

I am standing watching the river of time flow
Days, nights, seasons, come and go
I am praying to the lord to grant me strength and will
I am wishing in my heart that time would stand still

Memories flow through my mind like grains of sand
I think of my parents who taught me to walk, to stand
My wife, my child, who helped my feet stay aground
My friends who stood by me, even when my actions weren’t sound

I think about my job, my uniform, the shine of brass
Of testing times when I stared death in the face
When my men toiled, spilt guts and blood
Never disobeying an order, for thoroughly they were bred

Today I stand at the threshold of death and life
But I see the results of all that trouble and strife
I see the way my boys became men
And stood by me and shared my burden

As my eyes close and I take my final breath
I feel at peace and smile at death
I know my life was well lived, wasn’t wasted away
I hope that’s what my family and my men would say.


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What If Tomorrow Never Comes

I recall now the days when forever seemed but a short time The visits to the hospital, brought sad images to your mind She lay on a bed, cords all around her, no hair upon her head The cancer drove us crazy with worry tears and fright She was only a baby, I didn't get the chance to say goodbye Farewell until we meet again where you'll be waiting... waiting for tomorrow to come again. What if tomorrow never comes? How will I face the rising sun, when the moon is the only thing I can see? I need her here with me... The only loss I've ever known The only time that I've experienced this kind of sorrow... So what if tomorrow never comes? What if tomorrow never comes. And now I lie here thinking it through, memories flash through my head, memories of you Moments of a bittersweet time Reminiscing the days when you were mine The days when you were alive The tears come back to my eyes I feel the need to cry but nothing slides out I need to scream and shout, My emotions pour out as one, silently So what if tomorrow never comes? Reality in death is so hard to accept, I need my tomorrow to come... What if it never does? What if tomorrow never comes? How will I face the rising sun, when the moon is the only thing I can see? I need her here with me... The only loss I've ever known The only time that I've experienced this kind of sorrow... So what if tomorrow never comes? What if tomorrow never comes. Will tomorrow ever come? I just want to be awake when the moon becomes the sun I'm waiting here for you, in the darkness of the night. I wait still for you, forever the images will haunt my mind Tomorrow will come I'll soon be alright Tomorrow will come... Tomorrow has come... I can now see the sun.


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A Note Left Behind (to a Son)

I was born underwater with lungs oversized,
With gills immature in a world full of smog,
I'm filling petition to be cauterized,
And end other chapter in life’s fragile log.

I was born black and white with extremities gray,
The plaintiff accuses what I might hide,
It's nothing but SOUL constantly at play,
With spoonfuls of turquoise rolling down off life's slide...

Implosion of rainbows will probably be
The cause of my passing unknown and alone.
When thrown overboard and deep into sea
I'll finally return to my home long time gone...

I've moved in a place with no windowless chamber,
Where time has no meaning and waiting is painless,
If I had any hopes, I swear - don't remember...
And don't recognize him, his sorrow is senseless.

I have died underwater, reborn in blue nights,
Don't need oxygen to play with the whales.
Remember when watching those great Northern Lights
That Mother is smiling behind Nature’s veils.


for Constances contest "Mother"


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Cold Shadows of Subconscious

Cold shadows form
Blacker bars from locked window
Fall upon the remaining light and I
Wake caged memories as animals
Metaphors arouse the senses
Silence louder grips regret
And all I can do
Is think to run
But, instead I again hold on tighter
To my waning sanity
No signs insist on warning
Moments like rocks are falling
Always continue to pile up images within
That now stirs the soup thick dark 
And begin to play out
An unspeakable act 
Every year upon this very day
I watch from balconies, stuck 
In tragedies portrayed
And now I see…
What I forgot
Mother, lying
Covered about her sins
Beneath, I’m a child crying
Guilt turning always finds its way 
Around the coo-coo clock
Of hands and helpless
To time’s army, life’s ending, ticking, plot
If, but for an instance
I could be free
Free from what
A reality without her
And her needed love
When is enough, enough!
Please, subconscious just let me go…
And I promise
I’ll keep on… going and forgetting


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Memento Mori

Prompt: Sundial


Stone keeper
of time so frail,
Gazes over gardens,
Poisoned
by pretentious people
Longing to lengthen living.
Time trickling away,
The truth shall stay.


Superior shrine of ages
Shines,
Preserved
past periods
when legends had long	lost life.
Casting contorted shadows from its path,
The renewed sun shall laugh; last.


Beings; 
bemused, gather, bustle
past, ignoring the Supreme Instrument
that guides us through;
The mysteries of an instance,
Telling the truth of transience.


This monument of mortality
Stands to send shivers up spines,
To implant the silhouette in our minds.


As sparkling sunsets cast the
Longest shadows,
we are momentarily blinded
by a majestic marvel.
Until, fading in regenerative glory,
It depicts a darker dream
a premonition…
Throwing hindsight gloom on the
Everlasting reminders,
Etched onto the graves of all who forget;

Memento Mori
Be mindful of death
Memento Mori
Remember that you are mortal
Memento Mori
Remember that you will die.


Sundials, in ancient times, were placed on graves with the words "memento mori" to
symbolise time running out for mortals.
"supreme instrument" refers to the name of a sundial in India.


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The Art of Living Part One

Helen Caccumise was a very inspirational person. She loved drawing, painting, music 
and reading books. She owned a Veterans home in Greenwich Ohio, where I live. She 
has known my grandma Sandy for thirty years. They started the Veterans Home 
together. I always went up to the veterans home when I was little; it was around the 
time I started to call Helen, Granny Helen. She was a second mother to everyone. She 
would be the one to say that everyone looks for the perfect life to step into. They take 
all the right paths to get where they want to go, but no matter what, they always come 
back home to themselves. I usually went up there to hang out with a guy named Pat, he 
was a veteran. He went into the service when he was in his twenties. We were best 
friends but then something happened and everything changed when Megan (Helen’s 
Daughter) took over the veteran’s home. Helen lived in the house across from ours, so i 
always went to her house. She bought me my first ferby. She was the one that told my 
sister if she ate a full cigarette that she would be a smoker when she got older. Of 
course my sister ate it; guess what she is now a full time smoker, it’s funny how things 
work out that way.I’m writing about what happened the day Helen died because it’s still 
fresh in my memory, like it happened yesterday. I’m still getting over the loss of her. I 
spent most of my time with Helen because she helped me through my troubled times 
and she always wanted to listen to me play my bass guitar. So I owe her everything I 
own. If writing this memoir would help me find a way to get rid of the guilt then I’ll do it.


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You'll Regret Doubting Me

You think what I do is a joke
Some kind of elaborate hoax
Never understanding what goes on
Barely looking further than skin deep

I bury my feelings
Hidden under the surface, bleeding
While I’m trapped inside my mind
You assume everything is just fine

I keep things private
No worries from everyone else
Secrets never uncovered
Tears never spilled

When things finally explode
You’ll dying be alone
I’ll be rising from the flames
This was never a game

Life isn’t a gamble 
I don’t want to waste it
Things you  said were bad, I find perfectly good
I never needed to be fixed

I may see dark as light and wrong as right
But I am more than you could ever be
Don’t take me down with you 
I’m making more changes as you drag that last ragged breath

Smiling as if I actually feared death
Life is better now that I’m free
People are happy and secure
And too late realize all long that I was never weak


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The Lynchings on Fox News


I’ve seen black sheep set in Pongola grass

Within pallid seas, differed, 

Like black buttons on a white cotton suit;

Sheep are color blind.

A bee is fine-looking,

But there’s fire in its ass.

Can the wild goat trust

The adder with inviting pelt?

Did Emmitt Till paint changes

With his blood in cotton picking towns;

The blood that called from Mississippi, 

Like Abel’s blood calling from the ground.

Death had a voice, a voice in the wind,

The wind that walked north-west

And brought a microscope

For John Public to see

How inferior to dogs we are.

As a child, I played

Ring-around-the-roses

Until I saw “Rosewood”

And heard the drums

Beaten like Rodney King, 

And the heartbeat of Cojoe

And Nanny racing

Towards the mountain of the devil,

To escape the cotton fields.

The drums are always talking.

The old south is alive and kicking high.

This is no Elvis tale. Exhume the body,

See with your own eyeballs.

No DNA can confirm

That Jim Crow is dead.

Jim Crow has a roost on Fox News.

He’s always crowing,

Whipped up by the “boy”

In the WHITE house.

How much can you see

If you look from the outside?

I’ve seen it even in REM sleep,

Even when I dream of roasted breadfruit,

Jockato in coconut milk, and Chinese geisha;

Willie Lynch is a man breathing

The smog-filled air in Washington.

In 1955, Money was the root of the evil,

And ’68 Memphis was the cross 

Of the sacrificial lamb,

But these days men are lynched

In broad day light.

String up, dangling

Like papa's khakis  floating

In breeze walking the orange glen.

All eyes should see our opinion of them.

Today we’re civilize, 

And Catholicism is not voodoo.

We no longer use rope,

Our tongues do a fine job.

Like Mutabaruka,

I have no color problem;

Everything is black to me,

As black as Sarah’s view of the motherland

(It’s not too vital for her to learn).

If blue skies

Cried acid,

And wash the dark color

From this portrait,

I would still be black,

As black as tar.

It’s in my blood. 



 


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MY NEW HOME

My house is leaking; doors and walls are pale
With faded paint. The floor is full of stains
I asked the owner, “Mend the problems pal
I can’t live here in this dirty dungeon

He snubbed me cool, “It’s all at your expense
You do yourself or just vacate at once
I cobbled here and there and daubed some paint
Yet looks the old abode stupid and faint

Elapsed years this way and my relic
Is crumbling now beyond any repair
It’s time I look for some new hiding niche
In my locale here or someplace somewhere

Ready I’m now to move to my new home
A kind and beautiful mother’s snug womb



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The Visitor-

The town lay dark and sleeping,
people safe ,in beds were keeping.
Only I , restless , hounded.
walked down the street,
heart pounded.
What called me from my nightly slumber?
Something lonely, a despairing hunger.
Through the gate , a soldier stumbles,
in the distance , cannon rumbles.
Suddenly , in my arms he falls,
“1863? he said,” do you see the musket balls?”
His blood soaks through a letter,
he pushes in my hands.
“Give this to my Jeanette,
make sure she understands!”
With one last cold and wintry breath,
Like fog he disappears,
I’m bewildered , frightened,
for he didn’t know the year.
It’s 2013 now, and Jeanette is now long gone,
I keep the blood stained letter ,
in my mind the cannon echoes on.


Details | Personification | |

ONE DAY WE WILL MEET AGAIN

I KNOW THAT YOU HAD TO GO AND LET YOU LIGHT SHINE IN HEAVEN WITH A GLOW.

I AM THANKFUL FOR THE TIME THAT WE SHARED TOGETHER FOR THE TIME JUST TO BE NEAR YOU.

FOR THE WONDERFUL CONVERSATIONS THAT WE HAD FOR THE LOVE YOU HAVE GIVEN TO ME.

AS MUCH AS I DIDN'T WANT YOU TO LEAVE DEEP IN MY HEART I KNOW THAT YOU WOULDN'T WANT ME TO GRIEVE.

NOW YOU ARE SPREADING YOU WINGS SO YOU CAN FLY.

WITH ALL THE ANGELS IN THE SKY WITHOUT ANYMORE PAIN OR SORROW WITH TEARS TO CRY.

YOU WOULD WANT ME TO GO ON AND DO MY VERY BEST AND GIVE THE LORD THE REST.

FOR YOU WILL ALWAYS BE IN MY HEART FOR WE WILL NEVER BE APART.

FOR YOU ARE WITH ME ALWAYS I KNOW THAT YOU ARE HERE  AND YOU WILL ALWAYS BE NEAR.


Details | Lyric | |

If Only

If skies could only hear my voice
And if I ever had a choice
To choose my own way of existence
I would observe life from a distance,
I`d change my fragile body for 
The shapeless wind outside my door,
I`d trade my heart, give up my mind
And leave my thoughts and cares behind,
To breathe sweet freedom every day
And see the world a different way.
While flying through the deserts, oceans
I would get free of all emotions.
No boring sadness, troubling fears,
No life`s addictions, aging years.
Just peace and calm would be my friends,
A quiet dream that never ends.
But in this life of glee and sorrow,
The one i have today, tomorrow.
I `ll walk my journey till its end,
To feel, to wonder and pretend,
That happy moments are worth all
I `ve done and paid to reach my goal.
And in this world both odd and strange
I`m meant to be, to make a change.


Details | Free verse | |

The Drone

 You use it every day.
 It is a basic part of life now.
 Maybe it’s the flicker of the radio
 Or the buzz of a computer.
 It is used every day to make our lives simpler and less stressful. 
 Is it really helping us though?
 It does make our life simpler
 But is this a downward spiral into emotionless and effortless life?
 A life where instead of real soldiers with real emotions
 are sent to fight,
 A drone controlled by someone at a computer is used to kill innocent civilians. 
 The drone is emotionless.
 No compassion for other beings and no feeling of guilt or regret.
 This is the future,
 an emotionless drone controlled by someone at a computer. 


Details | Sonnet | |

Only The Strong Will Survive

       ONLY THE STRONG WILL SURVIVE
God gives not peace, it's only dreamt by man,
in all the world ,brought from catastrophe,
all things are made, since time was first began
by things upheaved so new life comes to be.

The weak must fail, be eaten by the strong,
and losers die the death along the way,
so new life grows, even if it is wrong,
there is no time the poor will have to play.

The lion who will lay down with the lamb,
will have a feast before the day is done,
and all the world will never give a damn,
nor care about the giants and their fun.

        The hunter takes his aim and fells the dove
          the weak in life are only dreaming of.


Details | Pantoum | |

THE UNHOLY DEAD

   THE UNHOLY DEAD
He would take her to heaven if she chose to go
but her world's just a place for the dead,
if she had a solution he wanted to know,
in a while it would be in his head.

All her world is a place for the unholy dead
she might answer his question two times,
in a while he might see, but will lose it instead
holding out for an answer that rhymes.

she might answer his question, and answer it twice,
"yes I love you but don't want to go,"
so he holds out much longer because of the price
of the things that he never should know.

"Yes I love you but it's not time for me to leave,"
she has told him, but didn't explain,
"Love is something you never should know nor believe,
unless you are a sweet summer rain."

Yes she told him, but didn't tell all that she knows,
he can't see how she loves him so much,
like a sweet summer rain she appears and then goes
to the heaven he wants her to touch.

He can't see how she loves him, his heart is so blind,
nor that they are in heaven--but how?
And he wants so to touch her, and then he will find
they're together in heaven right now.

How they got to heaven, she said time and again,
"I have loved you much longer than me,"
and together in heaven, they see how love's been
for as long as a true love can be.

She has loved him much longer than sweet summer rain
and before she was ever a child,
for as long as a true love that's hard to explain,
from where-ever a true love is filed.

And before she was young, in her place of the dead,
they were younger than love ever knows,
and where-ever love is, in the heart or the head,
they've gone into where-ever love goes.
© ron wilson


Details | Carpe Diem | |

A Timeless Sleep

I remember when I was small and life was simple,
When you got what you wanted by flashing your dimples,
When the homework was what’s two plus two,
When the hardest thing was tying your shoe,
When the most boring thing was when naptime came around,
When you would get in trouble for the smallest of sounds.

But know things aren’t quite a simple,
Not an inch of your face found without a pimple,
Now the homework is Trig and Biology,
Piling it on, no emotion, yielding to no plea,
It’s not just tying them; the shoes have to look nice too,
You have to know what’s it, whether it pink, red, or blue,
Now if only I could find a good position to sleep,
In this pile of homework that has become shoulder deep.

And here we are again nearly 50 years later,
Things still not being too much greater,
Past all the times when we though our lives where tough,
Living in the time where our heir is gray and skin is tough,
Still where the cloths you wore as a kid,
And the kids now where what your parents always did.

You realize that you are the homework now,
What happened 9/11, who did it, why and how,
You squint your eyes, wishing the light was dim,
It’s not the pimples now; it’s the wrinkles that replaced them,
Know you’re ready for that nap taken so many times before,
So you lie back in your chair and lean your head towards the floor…


Details | Rhyme | |

Life on a sword, death from a lance.

My gut begins to tremble with an angry growing storm,
the sun is blotted out by this,
like a demon taking form.
The rain descends on this my end when crowds begin to chant,
they see two mortals trapped in time,
simply fight they cant.

The blade in hand is struck by his and sends out chills so cold.
He knows his fate is just like mine,
We cling to life and hold,
The mud is thick and rain is too, the waters running deep.
Like lightning quick I land a blow that puts my foe to sleep.

So now the test has run its course, its time to mount my steed,
my legs find peace and rest with him,
alas my hands they bleed.
The wind takes hold of the crowds old song, it leaves me stunned and lone.
This metal case surrounding me 
is a tomb I feel alone.

If Hades were a simple man his life would surely end,
but now this man he wants me dead,
it's Hades son, it's not a friend.
I see his mask as he breaths out smoke, his armor is no tomb,
He wants this done as much as I,
but sends me back my doom.

So here I lay, no tears for me but that of earth and sky
the champion now dismounts his beast
and makes to where I lie.
Bravely fought he says to me, but now your life is mine.
It is a service I've done for you,
your pain and fear is gone from time.


Details | Free verse | |

The Hourglass of Life

A new season begun, a new life, a new birth,
engraving our story here upon earth.
The pages turn slowly.
Each day will pass.
Life is measured by the hourglass.
The sands of time pass graciously.
The book is written of mystery.
Echoes of silence, the pages are blank.
For the hourglass of life holds no rank.
Let today be today.
Look not to tomorrow.
For life will fade on the pages of sorrow.
Read the story,
you must go on.
Turn the pages of a new dawn.
To every beginning there is an end.
Your spirit will soar high in the wind.
Hurry before time runs out.
For life surely fades without a doubt.
The clock counts down each grain of sand.
Turn the page and understand.
Reflections of love and holding hands.
This page though so innocent,
a beautiful child of heaven scent,
happiness in a life well spent.
Turn the page again once more,
to find the key to all closed doors.
This page tells of mom and me,
the many cherished memories,
undying love for family.
Turn the page, see all my friends,
from around the world and all nations.
This page tells of sacred marriage,
to have, to hold, and also cherish.
This page tells of many great storms,
the sea of tears, and the thunder roars.
This page holds the photographs,
of many dreams that once was had.
Though some memories of life you can't recall.
The book of seasons, winter, spring, summer, and fall.
The last page to turn, so there's a stall.
The last grain of sand that slowly falls.
Now for a moment don't you cry,
the hourglass of life told us no lie.
For all is born and then must die.
God grant me the time to say goodbye.


Details | Pastoral | |

Un Be Friended By The Enemy




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

Some-time's We live our life
We strive to proceed
Within-in the Body of Christ
But, When it's time to
Say our AMEN
      ------
Here come's the Devil
He pretends to be your friend
Now, He may be a brother
A sister or what have you
Just the same He is there
To comfort you,
      -------
But, the first time that
You turn your back,
Here He is,
With the sneak attack....
The pleasure is all His
      -------
Shall, I spend all my time
Suspended in Prayer
With the Devil,
Awaiting me at His layer 
             Fore,
 He can never go there
Fore truth is in Prayer
        -------
Oh', Shall I spend my time
Fighting the Devil,
He can reel you in,
And that next time We
See you, it would be at
The End of a shovel...
With dirt in your face
With the ground soon
To be leveled.... 
Eternity erased...
      ------
In less than an hour
Their will be may-be
A rain shower...
Or People with flower's
Fore this is the Devil's 
Finest Hour...
        -------
Six Feet Under

       ------
So, Yes, I rebuke Him
Any-time that He comes'
Near the Light.....
For the Lord to intercede 
And kiss the Devil good night
      --------
So, when the Devil come's
Dressed as a friend....
He trend's to deceive You
And act like a friend
But, don't let Him in
Fore He is just pretend
      -------
He has been Deviling for years'
Invoked all kind of fear's
But, left to the imaginations'
He is just a cheap thrill
      ------
One fraught with tears'
               And Fears

Of the promise's that were
Bestowed upon Thee,
The truth that was Yours'
Meant to last for the all of
Eternity.... 
       -------
Those thing's bestowed by God
In the bid to set us Free
That was Our inherit Nance
At no cost to you and me
      ------
            By God, Him-self....
      -------
At the inception of creation
By the bind's of Eternity....  


                  GF



**********Notes*********

When walking in the ways' of Christ, people will come into your life.
Some-times' they are long trusted friends. But, If they do things'
that are not on the level....Chances' are that they are doing the
work of the Devil....Take them to Heart, intercede them to the Light
When all is done...Thus, goes' the fight. Fore Jesus Christ, with all
His might....has again assured Us that He is the Light!  GF


Details | Free verse | |

inside lifes scarred body

inside my scarred body
is all of time, all of life,
all of death. It shows 
freedom. it shows us
we are supposed to know
we are in the form of God
but empowered by Jesus
we all stand apart from
the truth that beholds.


Details | Rhyme | |

I Wish That I Could Fly

its time to say goodbye to you,
Theres no way that ill make it through.
i think its time to learn to fly,
i think its time to say goodbye,
im climbing to the very top,
looking down a 100 foot drop.
i wish so bad that i could fly,
fly so high, for once ill try.
learn to spread my wings and soar,
i know i can, i know for sure.
Soaring high beyond the birds,
this feeling cant be put in words
but now its time to hit the ground,
lost the dream, it cant be found
so now tim gone and i am dead,
im sorry youll never understand.


Details | Sonnet | |

Mundane

       MUNDANE
The death of soul steals slowly through the years
the fog of mind that's never known to be;
brought on by laughter, love, and hate and tears
the fate of all; so few can ever see.

It brings the withering of life. Now all it's leaves;
once green and shining in the morning sun;
now setting on it all, in evening grieves
for lack of interest in what life has done.

Compassion leaves the mind, once fired and prime,
and old and tired now beats the heart we knew.
Life now mundaned, by passing of all time,
there's nothing left the heart would like to do.

     Old man, you're numbered to your final breath
        your rest is not until it's done in death.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the doylestown poet


Details | Rhyme | |

My Final Goodbye

I'm writing this poem to 
say my final goodbye,
the time has come for
me to lay down and die.

People who supported me
are being taken away,
others don't take me serious,but
this time I am not going to play.

When I get where I'm going
there will be only happy tears,
I will shed my sins and struggles
I have carried all these years.

So much pain and so much darkness
in this world we stumble through,
questions I can't answer and
so much work to do.

Please don't let yourself be
overcome with sorrow,
just keep looking ahead
for a brighter tomorrow.

Simple things in life I
just let slip away,
but you never know
I might be back some day.

                     Colleen Marie Bono


Details | I do not know? | |

Time

Hanging on a flimsy chain,
Encrusted in gold and diamonds,
Slowly slipping in gruelling pain,
He stares down at the hungry canyon.

What’s it worth, all that cash,
If you don’t have time, by your side ?
For, only with time can you enjoy your stash
You can’t save some and you can’t hide.

The almighty has blessed us with,
TIME!  undoubtedly, the greatest gift!
Its preciousness, though forgotten, is not a myth.
you can share some with your love, for an instant lift!

This last minute spend reading,
Is lost forever, bid adieu.
Now stick it in a pile of deep yearning,
Cuz’ your clock just lost a few!

And as for the man with cash and gold,
Oh! He’s safe and warm and sound,
Now you nurse your need, before too old
Our stay is timed, on this ground!


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Carpe Noctorno

Seize the night, my dear friend: We do not know when all will end. Capture the darkness of your own And turn the black into a throne. Take all the rage from the day To an abyss, where it shall stay. The solitude of this murky ink Provides a haven in which to think. Hide in here, this sunless world, Remain steadfast with flags unfurled. Be all consumed by the dark. Take this time to make your mark. Be not concerned with the light; Give time to only what hides in sight. The nocturnal strength that you receive Will eradicate all reasons to grieve. Do not fear the approaching dusk Though it emerges from daylight's husk. Do all you can to fight the dawn To keep the dead from passing on.


Details | Free verse | |

The Spark

It was overwhelming, it was lovely
It was my definition of forever, it was empowering
I spread it into the sea
Into space, time, and everything in between or beyond
I spread it into their souls
I spread it throughout the forgotten dimensions

Betrayal, a curve ball
Unexpectedly knocking me from this universe
I floated, away from everything i had seen
I was spread, beyond the city
I was spread, further from the seas

Closer to the bottom
The light became dim
The light became an illusion
The truth had been unfolded beneath
Like a trench, eager to sub duct innocence of loyalty
For I had traveled so far...

The spark, what is now a burden
What now burns
For once, it lit the way
It guided the way that the mind created
The illusion we were eager to find

Now all that is left
And of course,
Only the foolish search for the spark


Details | I do not know? | |

Why me

Why me
Why me dear god 
Why the hell me!
I did all you asked 
I’ve even played the card 
Of a good girl, the one 
Everyone wanted me to be.
Why can’t you save me.
I’m hurting immensely 
And no one care not even slightly.
How could you allow me to fall 
So deep, so far into misery.
I’ve grown to hate myself so much so
I’m that demon within the angel 
That you see.
I’m crying out for help
And not once did you show me sympathy.
Like everyone else you pretend to care
My prayers are just words you refuse to here.
You watched the tears ran down my cheeks
And didn’t send an angel to watch over me.
I don’t want to be part of this world anymore
Just set me free….
Sleeping forever is where I are to be.

05/05/09


Details | Free verse | |

peace sun

I woke up this morning and said a prayer for you,
the sun shines through my blinds and it's a shame i can't be there with you
your heart beat creates earthquakes,
your tears bring the rain,
and for the second time it has flooded here again
I'm sorry if i disappointed you,
I'm sorry if i ever lied,
because what i'd do to go back would mean
i could reverse the time that you died.
sick to my stomach i can't bear the thought,
but when the sun shone through this morning
it brought a peaceful thought back to my heart
through out each day i kneel down and pray
and know you're living in the sky
I try making wishes from stars flying by
but the sight must be quicker then the blink of my eye
i'll never know why,
til it's my time to go,
I look around this city realizing all friends are faded foes
I can't hold on, i hold it within,
it is my faith in peace that keeps me from disintegrating within.


Details | Free verse | |

When They Said, "He's gone..."

Six is to early a number
Yet even seven is not appropriate
A memory of
Tiny toes
Creeps
Through my sorrowed mind
Your laughter
Once enlightening me
Now depresses me
Your picture frames
Turned down
A face hidden
Forever
Life is too short
But what is there that’s longer?
The heart that you relied 
So gravely on
Stopped
As did time
When they said, “He’s gone…”
A cue for a lifetime of lingering
And linger I shall
On and
On and
On and
On
Time is not there to tell the point of day
But to count the time spent before death
And time will never stop
Or it would have known
That six is too early a number


Details | Free verse | |

The heavens declare

The heavens declare God’s glory

As the body without the spirit is dead
So too the moon is dead 
It has no light of its own
Without the light of the sun 
She cannot shine and give light
In the darkness

So too as the sun rises
In newness each day
So too shall the moon
Rise in newness of light
Reflecting the Glory
Of The SUN/SON 

Like a whirling dancer
The heavens swirl
And sway dressed 
In her skirt of stars 
To the lyrical rhythm
The musical beat 
Of The word of life

© Brenda V Northeast 21/ 01/ 2012


Details | Free verse | |

Hands of Time

tiny, plump, and new, not yet forced to feel the weight of the world.
growing, soft, and dirty, curiosity has called them to do its work.
diligent, fresh, and shaking, endless opportunities are just within reach.
callused, rhythmic, and free, passion and soul guide their every move.
rushed, pulsing, and skilled, slaves owned by the power of desire and lust.
clasped, caressed, and jeweled, committed to another pair.
giant, splayed, and trained, talent drives and pride navigates.
delicate, primped, and glossy, forever awaiting another unearned offering.
clenched, red, and twitching, prepared to destroy like only a burning rage could.
swift, smooth, and colorful, an artist's most used tool.
flowing, swaying, and light, expressing more than words ever could.
rough, greasy, and capable, passions have soaked in deep.
comforting, quick, and busy, moving at a pace that only a mother could know.
meaty, large, and bruised, responsibility has called and they have answered.
deliberate, solid, and forceful, power runs through but only behind the flow of love.
filthy, scarred, and freezing, forgotten in their desperate need.
warm, gentle, and outstretched, habits formed with years of care.
firm, leathery, and restrained, limits learned and limits kept.
slow, wrinkled, and quiet, a moment at ease is their awaited reward.
still, cold, and pale, the life they once held is no more.
hands new, hands old, hands gone forever.
hands bound, hands free, hands caught in between.
hands past, present, and future.
on and on, the hands of time are never ceasing.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

TIME

Tick tack  on the wall,
Knocking all the wall,
Scaring us all,
Muscling the muscles,
Muscling the morsels in us,
Quickening the finest deep,
The hidden gold of gold,
A dignity of labour,
How loyal and diligent you are,
Precious and precarious,
Dangerous and conspicuous.
TIME !!TIME!!TICK TACK!

Running without waiting for anybody,
How impatient could man be,
In your sound you keep man,
In haste at everydawn,
Thou hath in the haste of full dawn,
Desperately desperate,
Anxiously anxious,
Wisely wise are we and you
Preciously precious,
Nothing can be done without you that's obivously obvious.
TIME !!TIME!!TICK TACK!


We chose to choose you,
Working to work with you,
Falling to fall with you,
No time no food,
No time no suite,
No time no cheat,
No time no shift,
No time no me,
there is set time for everything,
Mama use to say,
Patience is virtue of time,
that's the way whichever way.
TIME !!TIME!!TICK TACK!


Details | Rhyme | |

The Gift of Food Sack


A gift of survival bag with goods and food
Thanks to the God you offered to my hand 
In the competitive queue I came forward
I was registered, when the name is called

Nobody knows but somebody knows 
That all are poor and world in refugees
Mixed colors and different tongues are noised
While all are paying attention to each of names

Men women indifferent and some with kids
Hope of interests is something hidden smiles 
Trying to overtake before the time comes
But the frame of church flexible rule shows

With my bag and my friend I came out
He reminded me that I did not find out
Variety of food we carefully sorted out
Expiry dates elapsed and  I was going out

In a day or two, if I will not finish
Nothing will happen I know its truth
I ate for the day as much as fresh
Thank to the God that it is the truth

While ships of foods are being destroyed into the sea
Uncountable lives suffer and die no meal for a day
No one knows one side of the world of sea
Sinking soul of humanity dwindles every day

What the God can do, the God does as much as
Changes the time and diverts the way he wishes
Until the products are passed away in markets
It’s out of the rule and ethics no power for Gods

I felt a self pity when my belly was full out
Thank to the god of justice shows out
Nausea for one is a hunger for the other
Balance of bridge is the survival of mother  

Udaya R. Tennakoon







Details | Free verse | |

End of Times

                                 
                    The End of Times is coming.
                   You can feel it in your bones.
              Floods, earthquakes, and tsunamis…
                      Are only the first to show.
                         Where will you hide? 
                 When the plagues come around?
                    Salvation will be hard to find,
                          For those earthbound.

                               2012 is coming
                          Is it fact or is it myth?
           The Earth’s weather patterns are changing.
                         Fossils are everywhere
                            Will we be stronger?
                            Or in the rocks grip?




Details | Epic | |

Rawe of the Raven Hair

The river lay across the path
Like a never ending tale
Murmured secrets passing by
Through that dim and moonlit dale

And I stood by upon the path
Water seemed to say to me
That "Only Innocent may pass
All were once those truly free"

It seemed I saw a child there
In the river, on the shore
A beautious thing with golden hair
Eyes black as the river's core

She walked into the river then
As she touched the water's side
She did not sink, but Innocent
Walked atop the river wide

"River daughter" named I her
In that realm of unknown sounds
Bowed she then, and touched her hair
Into the river's damping crowns

As she melted to the depths
I knew to be the river base
I was distracted from her sight
By moonlight on the farther face

Across the river did I see
Silver-black was shimmering
And in the moonlight there I saw
Hair as black as raven-wing

The river of the night lay there
Know that I was lost for words
"I, Rawe of the Raven Hair"
Spoke the river, and I heard

Rawe of the Raven Hair
Gods are wont to know thee
None is there so beautious fair
I shall always love thee

The deep enchantress of the night
So the legends often say
The faerie of the darker light
Not seen ever 'neath the day

The legends tell she is the river
When the moon is on the rise
The stories say she is the moonlight
When the river all still lies

Not a sound did break that silence
Yet the river spoke to me
"Be ye innocent and pass"
Into this moonlit misery

Entranced by nothing but the night
Stepped I to the river then
And, Innocent, I walked above
Water never meant for men

The River-Child I'd seen before
Brought me to my innocence
And not a thought within me lay
But the thought of infant bliss

So cross did I, and as I did
Water still beneath my lay
The moonlight shone upon the bank
Rawe on the bank did stay

Perplexed, she looked, and spoke she then
"How crossed thee o'er the river's shore?
Innocence unmeant for men
Resides within thee: in thy core."

"How canst thou cross the river Styx
Unknown to Charon, undead and live?"
Said I to her "Ah, I am dead:
Dead to reality's soft lies"

"Rawe of the Raven Hair
Beauty not in life, in Death
None is there so beautious fair
Truth lies in thy breath"

"Rawe of the Raven Hair
Life is wont to know thee
All death's freedom, no life's care
Won't you come with me?"

In that realm of soft delusions
Truth was still her words inside
"Though in Death life can be free,
Life of Death is suicide."


Details | Rhyme | |

Lizard tale


   Lizard with sneaky eyes
   four legs , one tail , negligible size
   Seemed peaceful at first , very afraid
   ,but so the devil in disguise 
   How a lizard from far away
   Came close to us , as one mile?
   How a lizard from far away
   As it is approaching, looked like a crocodile
   At the right moment ,I will grab my sphere
   I will stab it , with nothing to fear
   I won't fall for the crocodile tears.


Details | Free verse | |

Death bed

Ripples of sand under my foot, hurricane I stir. 
From the cocoon of fire I break through 
with the wings of a phoenix I fly 
like a flash of lightening soaring into the sky

the roar of thunder god shatters the silver cloud
and in the glassy rain drops as they fall
my reflection pierces into my heart of hearts
losing sight of the truth I tremble and tumble

As a fallen star from sky in to the ocean I splashed
salty water gallons gulped sinking to the ocean floor
weeds and sea urchins made my death bed and
entangled bond with guilt were cut loose by the last breath


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wish list

I want to experience freedom like I have no masters
to experience life like time doesn't exist
to live humbly and die gracefully
to accept who I am and be proud
to never cry out loud


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In The Faith






      ------

Proclivity takes'
    Time to 
Catch up!
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    And yes',
      ------
Have faith in the
        Lord...
When the Time come's
When thing's get rough
      And He will..
    Deliver you up...
      ------
Fore in His House
Their is His Mansions' 
With plenty room for
Expansion.....
      -----
And with the new coming
Of each and new Soul
Their is a shift in the very Soul's
For every-one knows' 
The song of restoration...
Fore Revalations' is only
A hand shake away....
      ------
And it is to He that we must pray....

                      GF


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Wake Up

Waaaake Uuuuup!
is what i heard for this generation 
time is on their hands 
but death is on their faces.
And time is definately not waiting, on anyone.
And so your American alarm tic- toc spoke to you
It said wake up! and do what you are supposed to do
It said "You need to get your hair done, wash your car, walk the dog, and you have not even broken through.
It said the sheets are wrapped snuggly holding you while the enemy keeps speaking to you that hope is through.
Wake up! it said.
Yes, this kind of alarm sounds nice.
But what about the alarm that rings to remind you to, Waaaaake Uuuup!
For God has chosen you.
It's a different sound.
And we open our eyes only to remove the cole from them.
Not knowing that God wants to remove the scales.
Many believe that they have a lot of time
but honestly, only time will tell.
And we dare not miss the call.
He that hath an ear, let em hear it.
We keep hitting the snooze button, when there should be 
fear and trembling within our spirit.
(Alarm) Arise and shine!...10 more minutes they say.
(Alarm) Renew your mind! 9 more minutes they say.
(Alarm) These are the signs of the time..5-more-minutes
and this generation will miss its moment with God.
Time! time! time, time..is slipping away
but death has not gone astray.
It is still painted upon their faces.
It could be temporary for some, if many would decide to arise
and become like death-erasers.
No more lying in complacencys bed.
It's time to arise and stretch out our legs
People are asleep with the dream of God in their heads
but no manifestations.
Only relaxation.
While the world is slowly fading 
with sick and unsaved patients.
Wake Up!
Is what i heard for this generation.
And there are many worldly alarms.
I said there are many "worldly" alarms
And the world responds to them like..
"Oh my gosh, im going to be late for this and that"
But God is trying to awaken us to his plans and purposes 
so that the world might know that this is that.
No more visions in my mind
of people pulling the covers over there eyes
as if we cant see their needs.
No more of people walking by, replying to me
Leave me alone! for i am sleep.
No more rolling back over on their crys for help, while they cry out
"Free my soul! For i'm a sinner!
No more of us turning our ringers off for just 5-more-minutes.
Do you not know? That the bed bugs are still biting you while you're in it?
So wake up! to the grace of God.
We, must seek his face.
For Time! time! time, time..is slipping away.
Awaken.




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pushed to limits

I was pushed to the limits
my thoughts were disturbing
was i orchestrating a path of distruction
i had no mercy for folks who crossed me
were folk so confused about me
had i been keeping a score card all these years
was i a ticking time bomb
was i planing a suicide mission
or did i just want to out shine them one more time
was i dead serious or just burned out of life
would this be a bad scene or the worst
scene you have ever scene
was i indulging my depraved mind
or was it i am a ticking time bomb
was i out of my mind was i completely
out of control
would you ever think of me again
would i go to heaven or hell
Bang it was over
folks were crying and asking why
what went wrong with me
folks say i was a loner and a outcast
always keeping to his self
i left a note that they read
no one going to push me around no more!


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Time Stop

Time Stop



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


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Dying Man

Wishing I was as one and together
My time will come to be free forever
In my heart this will make me better

I’m now prepared leave my body
So please don’t feel sorry for me

Beginning to lose myself in myself
The time has come and alls not well

Leaving me filled with fear
 As I shed my last living tear

Isolated and left so alone 
Hard to believe someday soon I will be just bone

So scared of no more conscious existence 
Or that no one will be waiting for me in the far off distance


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Praise God

If it's not one thing then it's another.
I'm either fighting with my dad or hearing screams from my mother.
My girlfriend doesn't trust me. I can't pay for therapy.
I can't do this all alone. I get down on my knees.
I ask the lord for forgiveness, right before I begin.
Although he is a forgiving God, how could he look upon sin?
Prayer is so simple even a child can start.
It's not all imagination, your faith must come from the heart.
It's all so real, the thrill you feel, the chill that's going through you.
You no longer fear it, the holy spirit starts showing and glowing, it's true.
Who knew that you, that tough guy? The one that wouldn't believe?
Then why are you always calling out for him when your unable to achieve?
He's always there to help us. Stand out and give it a try.
The Closer you get to God you'll see this isn't a lie.
Thank you, Jesus! Praise Jesus! Halliugha! Oh Lord!
I can never lose a battle using you as a sword!
Life here is too short, yesterday is already gone.
Knowing where you'll spend eternity will help keep you moving on.
Praise God!


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The Forever Trail

They roam miles over hillsides
stride aimlessly cross open plains
and grassy fields
unseen and silent to all cept' those
who see with more
then their eyes,
hear with more 
then their ears,
and believe with more
then their hearts and minds.
Twilight,a gray blue haze,settles in
quiet, no sound(s) heard
but those of time almost forgotten
souls lost, blanketed by death
foot-steps hushed by time
travel now in ghostly silence
their destiny, to travel the forever trail.
Physical lives long shed in defense
of the very ground they are now one with
their cries must be heard! always honored
never to be forgotten
lest their lives were sacrificed for naught.

Melody A. Coster


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Existence

Once upon a time in the history of the past was born  into existence an evilness 
that would last, through generations to the end of time brought forth to man every 
imaginable crime. from the earth without form or void ,came the demons a sickness
 the paranoid.
  First came the demon temptation it grew fast across the unborn nations
then came death and hate ,nothing left for negotiation then lust and fornication 
raping the planet before life began ,the ultimate sinner was born a man.
Who created man, and what the hell is lust out from the heavens blew the wind and 
dust and there things are and what should be ,he who gave us the air was hung on 
a tree.
 they say he's the savior ,the savior of what ? and why would you save us from the 
things that we got, man is the demon created for sin, and when this life is over our 
death will began,
And then we will see what's good is not ,the life we have chosen, and we all have a 
lot of things that aren't true it all was a lie, we've all tried to live but for sin we will 
die
It does not matter what happened in the garden of Eden,we were created for sin 
hate and bleedin.
It now does not matter who beggat who ,were all goin to hell this much is true ,
  so hate who you want and love what you will, your as good as puppet just 
needing a thrill,  the past is history the future a bler life is for living 
              but death is for sure ..................................
                                                        James............................................................


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Subjected to Frost

Subjected to Frost at an early age
I and friends have since chosen our way
Thus many have traveled on the trodden path
I as Epimetheus see their folly at last
Knowing their hearts- how they long to go back

We few who still walk stringently down a narrow way
Have no desire to dwell back to that day
The path of life chosen this few now walk
Leads to the dream we long have stalked

Sequestered dreams by hoards at wayward doors
Glitzing a promise to a path more worn
Tis easy on the eyes, the heart, and the feet
Making each voluptuous gate seemingly straight-sweet

But I keep to this narrow grassy path- chosen by me
For to waver or detour would be dream’s death to me


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To Many Thoughts

To many thoughts, you seem to drown, there’s no princess here, just a broken crown,
A withering heart, a weakened soul, it looks like life has taken its toll.
For all the wishes made upon stars, that seem to have gone to nowhere, 
It seems like hope was the only thing that was ever there

To sit and wait with questions in your head, never knowing when you’ll end up dead..
To take each breath  as if its my last, to wish time back because its gone by to fast
To know I’ll miss a glowing smile, to hope I wont be forgotten after a while,
You just cross your fingers tight, whilst your only dreams go out of sight,

To find the one but as time is slipping by, you cant help but question why?
To hold your hand to know you’re there, but putting you through this I cannot bare,
Its not fair on others to see me suffer, I just hope in the end they’ll end up tougher,
If only they knew what they really meant, ever moment we shared was heaven sent

I’ll never say goodbye as that’s forever, as I know one day we’ll be back together,
I’ll get to see the sparkle in all of your eyes, I know the soul, it never dies,
I’ll live on in all of you, I’ll watch above and be in all you do,
From kisses good night, to the final tunnel of light.

I know I don’t always listen but I always hear what you say, I just deal with things in my
own way,
I know your shoulders are there for me to lean on, I’d have taken the chance but when id
realised the moment had gone.
You’ve given me the life, everything my heart can desire, 
You’ve have all. always been the spark to my fire,
So thank you to you all, for touching my life and making me who I am today,
I just hope I’ve blessed your lives in the same way…

NM.ROSE

18/10/10


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At All Cost





         ********

When it come's
        ------
And in those day's
   Of Judgement
          - And -
In that time of time's
     So real, so real
      ------
The time for Testimony
      ------
Where Judgment run's
Rampant and Supreme
       ------
The Hypocrite will definitely
         Have His Day
And the Evil By Law of Man
          Shall not prosper...


                  GF


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Untitled #301 / Wasted time

Wasted time, wasted time
wasted wars and
selfish pride


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Judgement Day

Judgement Day

The misconception about this day
Is that it’s just one day
Well today
You’re gonna hear the truth 
Now you can take it or leave it
But this is what I was sent here to do

Following the war of Armageddon
The earth will morn
It will begin the thousand year process
Of being restorn
For those who survive Armageddon
Hope will be your first born

Now let’s not confuse this moment in time
A day is a thousand years in God’s eyes
And if the wages of sin is death
Then that means
He won’t judge you on what you did before you died

So when the scrolls open, 
It doesn’t read your past 
It’s a new requirement that you must obey
So the earth you can reap at last

So no, you won’t be standing in a line
He will judge you on what you choose to do
During that time
It’s like a chance at redemption
A chance to be a part of a perfect condition
You’ll see your dead loved one and 
The past!
You won’t even mention

The earth will be restoring from the years
Of evil and pain
Cleaning out it’s core
Regenerating – becoming exactly like before
And even when witnessing and seeing all this proof
People will still deny divine force
Yes. And the 144,000 will rule as kings
Don’t believe me its in the verses at Revelation 14.


He has delegated this work in progess
Organized in a way you’ve never seen
And if you don’t heed the word
You will be destroyed
And you wont inherit the earth like the meek

So I say this
Get your mind right and you can
Experience bliss
Cause once the blaze is kindled
And he asks you to keep your head bowed low
You better conform
And if not you gon’ miss the boat

Now this day will come
It’s a time you cant prevent
But I can guarantee that no one 
Will suffer eternal torment
Except the Devil, the one He throws in the abyss

There is hope to fill the silence
And there is another chance
That’s why he died for our sins in advance
You’ve been warned now
So make sure you got a solid plan


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Spinning The Abuse Web

Watching the spider as he catches his prey
Spinning his web, delivering venom 
Back and forth doing his work skillfully
There in the web a little Gheni Wasp

Fight back each time the spider approaches
Trying to sting and get away at the same time
Each time the Wasp gets weaker _more paralysis
Soon the spider can't move but still alive_barely

The spider slowly digest the wasp_eats _enjoys
Using it up until just a shell__inside empty
But still fear_each time the spider approaches
Fear_torment until death__then spider starts again


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Chair of Death

On a cool afternoon for tea,
She sat in that chair,
Humming for our silence;
Her bones quivering the instrumentals
Within the ruffles of the skin.
When her tune came to an end,
She took time to turn our way.
Not because she felt obliged 
That she had all the time in the world,
But because her youth had shredded
To make her nothing but one
Who hoped for time.
For the painstaking moments passed
And we locked eyes.
She fought her raging wrinkles to smile
And nod my way.

Perhaps she tried too hard
To say a decent goodbye.

One would think he keeps it
Because he has to.
We'd sit on the floor first
Before we touch that chair.
For it encases you, 
Tightens its weight upon you
And hums so sweetly between the ear and soul,
The sounds of a sour, unsaid farewell.


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Stone Angels

I heard an angel speak last night and he said, "Write".

I sat in darkened silence, pondering the words.
As dawn shed light on me, I knew just what to say.
I was taken back in time to days before my teens when friends and me would walk 
atop a stone wall surrounding the local cemetary.
We tracked throughout the graves and stones of lives that time had left alone.
We tried to read the names and dates but some were so old and weathered that 
that their memories were almost wiped away.
But the thing I remember most of all was the stone angels that stood in vast array.
Guarding over the dead until their souls would rise again in the promise.
We believed this to be true because the town was small and the churches were 
many.
So we knew the lives were close in the chain of time and death did not end their 
rhyme.
Sculptors erected the angels to honor the past and inspire the future.
To let all who came there in life and death know that we have a common bond that 
brings us together.
A common bond and a spiritual thether.
There were statues of Jesus and statues of angels.
Hands folded in prayer and arms raised to heaven.
Eyes looking upward and eyes to the ground.
Every statue was spiritually profound.
Stone angels that spread from the graves to the gates.
We, as children, were humbled by the devotion and dedications left behind by those 
that believed and loved.

I can only hope that the angels of stone can be and have been replaced by angels 
of light.


Rockman  :-)

(For the Constance La France contest, "Angels In The Cemetary".)

I also dedicate this to my mother. May she rest in peace and bathe in the glory.


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A THOUGHT THAT BAFFLES A SOUL

What if I die, would I be a bother?
If I drawn, would love come to me from another?
Thin as air, I float among “others”
All of my past, my sadness, my hopes, my dreams, my lovers…
Vanish! Lost! To the edge of unknown…
Solitude, a heartbeat away…
For only me, my thoughts, there we lay
A sight, a movement…invisible to the “others”
Who are the “others”?
Fathoms of my past imagination?
 Specimens of my own creation?
Now I sit here, and write..
Awaiting salvation
A reincarnation of myself, if you will!!
For my time here is done
My journey is complete…
Away! Away! I go
Where?, I am yet to know?
A lifetime I waste on useless beliefs
That peace lies within the heart of many
Or, those fiendish deeds do not in fact transpire by any
No sweet thought to hold on too
Life: every inspiration you made 
Every motivation you crafted,
And every moral you imparted
was all a sham, and I was its sad sad target
You taught me once not to measure life by the yard
Or to whimper when the days gone hard

But now I must question!
I question at this time if the sky is really blue
Or if cars really run on fuel…
A Baffled soul is what I am
So away! Away! I go
Where? I am yet to know…


                                                             ~M.M.M


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Mother's Day

I've been dreading it for a while,
now. Well it's that time of year,

and so every time I go to the grocery store
and see all the cards and little gift

bags, I feel like I've come this close
to losing my ever-living-mind.

I recall my first car crash - in an
instant, watching the car in front of

me get closer and closer, slamming
the breaks even though I know they

won't be enough, and thinking
"this is going to hurt". It feels that

way again, only slow this time,
frame-by-frame. I'll buy her

a card this year, and maybe a box
of chocolates, and I'll lay them

by her grave, regretting all the
horrible things that she loved me

in spite of.


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deaducation


Death is painful for those who do not understand
but death is not a punishment , simply part of a plan.

Death is merely the transferring of a soul
To a new place from a place of old

Salvation is the thought that the soul can retain
as it passes from the physical to the spiritual plain.

To the physical being, death is kind of hard to swallow,
because where the spirit goes the body cannot follow.

Death should not be a time of mourning, but a time of celebration.
For the spirit of a man has completed a kind of graduation.

As a student of life pursues his doctorate degree,  
death is the final test as he passes the state of sleep.

Once the body passes through the threshold of the physical and spiritual barriers.
The consciousness becomes pure light, as the spirit uses energy as the carrier.

The realm in which the spirit resides, we simply do not know.
because where the spirit travels, the body cannot go.

So if someone in your family dies.
Understand the path they take....
Just because their eyes are closed,
doesn't mean they aren't awake!


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set with me

terrible songs the passing time sings
drifting silence the minute hand brings
putting an end to all living things
set with me and watch it go

the young grow older and get strong
singing along with times old song
setting their ways, right or wrong
set with me and watch them go

now that we are old and grey
together on this brisk spring day
you swell with tears as i say
set with me, as i must go


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The Clock

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

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

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

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



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I cried into the night

I cried into the night
death that I might die
my life was a ransom of pain
the work in my life felt in vain

Yet slowly eye's raised to light
and found my heart liked to pray
death what is death
perhaps just the door

To a living much better than that
Gods life can bring smiles to your day
another life lost heart break and sad
perhaps they do find loving dad

fighting myself grim ripe and bad
my mind a caldron of pain
the war of my mind was so bad
an equal to each fight I had

battle the rage felt within
free yourself from your cage
learn to live and love life
learn to be true to your self

What is death to God
his time to embrace us with life
our lives to his heart
his time to share love 

To us it's the end of this life
to him it is the begining of care
perhaps we roam as angels
through a world of starlight bright

Know I not for I am not God
hate him not for he is not death
love the builder of worlds
love death as the doorway to life

Do not rush towards heavens gate's
we have such a short time to wait
take the time to find love's embrace
learn to love your birth

Grace our lives with smiles of peace
as friends lets embrace live's we live
In loving god know then this peace
you know not the gifts that he give's

The ones lost to us only just wait
Wait for our loving embrace
yes it is true there's anger in you
How could he take what he gave

Know I not for I am not God
I do not then know why we suffer so
I just know that life has it's end
again we will meet then as friends

If we live in this pain
embracing the drain
the task of living is dread
we have choice we then can move on

We can sing the living song
return to embracing our live's
enjoy the evening sky's
take the time to watch the birds

To taste a fine wine
enjoy a fine meal
to hug then a lover
enjoy a kids squeal

Eat a meal to quickly 
and the taste is lost in the rush
take the time then to walk
enjoy a sweet talk

perhaps you'll find the time care
to share just slightly more fun
employers push make you rush
sometimes it's better to walk 

To bring then your joy back to life
to bring back your humour and love
to bring back the smiles to this life
to take back the time for fun


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JUST HOLD MY HAND

                                                    JUST HOLD MY HAND 
    
                                                  IN YOUR TIME OF SUCH DESPAIR.
                                                YOU SHOULD KNOW I REALLY CARE.
 
                                                WHEN YOU THINK YOU CAN'T GO ON.
                                                JUST HOLD MY HAND, FROM DUSK TO 
                                                                    ~DAWN.~
 
                                                I HAVE YOUR LOVED ONE SAFE AND 
                                                                      SOUND.
                                               THE ANGELS GATHERED ALL AROUND.
 
\                                              THEY PATCHED  Her UP AND GAVE Her
                                                                   ~~WINGS~~
                                              AND NOW CAN REST AND FLY AND SING.
 
                                             UNTIL IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO SEE.
                                            WALK BY FAITH AND JUST BELIEVE.
 
                                            YOU'RE BEING GUARDED DAY BY DAY.
                                            SHE'LL SEND ANGELS TO SHOW THE WAY.
 
                                           JUST HOLD MY HAND FROM DUSK TO 
                                                                       DAWN.
                                           I HAVE YOUR LOVED ONE.  SHE'S SAFELY  
                                                                       HOME.
                                                                   ~~jesus~~~ 
 
                                                                 BY MAFLongfellow
 
 


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DAMAGE

Drain out the violence from the paintbrush and smear it to the canvas 

Aggressive creatures scuttle into my expanding cranium

Memories of him echoes through the forest…into the atmosphere

Astonishing screams of misfortune filter the forest where he once trailed

Great solitude and rage tortures us all…we will not fall!

Everlasting breakage paints me a portrait of turmoil and what not


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Peace in a Lifetime of War

Looking in the mirror and I don't like who I see anymore.
Bags under my eyes, a sorry shadow of the man before.
Wonder how I got to this point, when was the fuse lit?
At what point did I give up and finally quit?
And have my soul explode, shrepnel piercing my heart.
Wonder if it's too late to try and make a clean start.
Spent more than my fair share of time on these knees of mine.
Stumble to my feet, walking down a fine line,
Between life and death, stuggling to keep straight
My dreams from reality, legs are tumbling from the weight
Of this burden on my shoulders.
Like Sisyphus, eternally punished to push a boulder
Never to reach the summit, destined only to plummet.
Ironic that just like a king, I fell from grace into this hell.
Feel like it's time to bid this cruel world farewell.
Feel the sleightness in my hand, it all becomes clear.
The helplessness has fled, all that's felt is a single tear.
It didn't have to end this way, have to put an end to the gloom.
A flash of bright light followed by a loud boom.
The thud of a lifeless body tumbling to the floor.
Finally an end to the pain, peace in a lifetime of war.


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HELLO JOHNSON, MY NAME IS RUTHIE YOUR NIGHTLY NURSE

I see that you have been in a coma for two days and I hope you can hear me,Johnson, I'm going to check your vital every two hours just to see if there ant changes,Johnson,my name is ruthie your nightly nurse, and while I'm here with you I will see to it that you are giving the best care while you here,Johnson, I will clean your wounds and chang your bandages too and when I'm finished doing those thing I will comfort you,Johnson, my name is Ruthie your nightly nurse I'm going to check your vital every two hours just to see if there is any changed,with tears in her eyes, thses are her words, I going to sit right beside you,I'm going to write your wife and kids for you Johnson,I'm going to tell your wife how much you going to miss her and how she's going to miss you,I going to tell your kids that you love them and you wish that if it God will that you can be there to watch them grow-up,I'm going to hold your hand while you are here,Johnson, my name is Ruthie your nightly nurse ,I will be the person you will hear talking with you and I will be the last person to hold your hand, and I'll kiss you for your wife and kids and I'll tell them how good a soldier you was Johnson,I'm going to tell your parent that you are a brave soldier and that you love them very much,and I will also write and tell your conrade to always keep you in there heart,and Johnson when it's my time to go who will sit beside my bed? and hold my hand? and who is going to write my husband and kids and tell them how much I'm going to miss them and who is going to kiss me one last time???Johnson, my name is Ruthie, your nightly nurse It's time to unplug you from my machine, I can't check your vital anymore, I'm going to clean you and dress you in your dress blued and pin your awards upon your chest, and call for someone to bring your body out PVT Johnson will be miss. time of death 1400hrs. stay in a coma for five days....................this is dedicatedto Pvt johnson and his family and love ones......................SSG KIRT JACK


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Rest in peace, Mom

You weren't a saint but you were extremely close.
Out of all of the people on Earth, I've always loved you the most.
It will be very painful as they lower you into the ground.
Life will never be the same because you're no longer around.

You were a wonderful human being and a terrific mother too.
Your family and friends will always love you.
You were so sweet and kind that you should've been given a humanitarian award.
The people in Heaven are happy because you're there and so is the Lord.

You're in a better place and that makes your friends and family glad.
But as people see the tears rolling down my cheeks, they know that I'm so sad.
You were one fantastic lady, you were truly one of a kind.
Knowing that Heaven is your new home gives us peace of mind.

From time to time I wasn't the ideal son and that's something I regret.
You gave me life, love and happiness and that's something I'll never forget.
It hurts very much because you are deceased.
Everybody loves you Mom, may you rest in peace.


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


Details | Rhyme | |

EYE Don't See -Part 1-

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

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

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

Eye don’t see
A happy ending in this scene 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Quatrain | |

THIS HOUSE OF MINE

This house of mine is getting old;
Its paint is chipped and peeling. 
The roof has leaks, the chimney leans,
And there are cracks across the ceiling.

Foundation's gone, the floor sags
Almost beyond repair.
This house of mine is falling down,
But, somehow, I don't care. 

This house has been subjected to
Abuse in many forms.
It stood the test for years and years,
And has weathered countless storms.

This house of mine is property
On which I can't improve.
This house of mine is getting old,
But, soon, I'm going to move.


Details | Rhyme | |

Worn Mail


Her image fled among the trees,
twas strange that time when fates stepped
in painful dreams - pictures inept,
of soldiers killed, legion's trustees.

Was ordered to serve by conscription,
and in the camps for many years,
ascertained was that the war's fears
his mind dismissed by proscription.

The coffee in cup on mountain's glen,
in plain night darkness of midwinter,
his fingers warmed - tasted bitter,
the M16 A4's his friend.

He stayed with it for two decades,
cannot describe how time was lost,
cannot recall him being a ghost,
that fled to slopes and pure cascades.

But he recalls that March first morn,
she sent a note, with drawn clovers,
close to the grind of tanks' dozers,
- pure words and tears on paper worn.

He never knew to phrase answers,
and also thought that she wouldn't wait;
an empty-strange was quantum of fate,
the stardom called the shot advancers.

On molten snow stream her worn mail goes,
a paper boat that trails afar,
his stare followed - he was shot hard,
upon the snow two qubits froze.

© 01.27.2013


Details | Free verse | |

Goodbye

Comforting words
Smooth, quiet tones
Reassurance 
complete confidence 

Long nights spent reasoning
In total understanding
Twin thoughts 
twin minds
twin miseries
and twin fates

Now it’s so quiet
Too quiet
Complete and utter silence....
Oh my God, 
What happened to the good old days
When we both made sense?!

Lost in blurry dreams of childhood
Colorful, wonderful, windy days
Subconscious cradled memories 
of the times when we 
were eachother’s only friends

Only you, 
	the sky
		the earth
			and me...


				No betrayal

			No lies
		No fire

	No hate

No regrets.

I think I can understand 
why you won’t face me
But your sudden silence
is so confusing

Did you ever know me well enough
to know my affection for ultimate honesty?
If you wanted me to go away
why didn’t you just say something? 

Only this emptiness is left
Inconsolable grief...
For what never again can be 

No warning
No parting words
No ceremony

You went and had the funeral 
for our friendship
but did not invite me

From the start
I thought these ways would always be
But in the end,
All I wanted, my friend 
was to say 
goodbye.

I can’t trust anyone
anymore
anyway

All alone again
shame on me


Details | Free verse | |

Vengeance is Mine

Vengeance is mine sayeth the Lord 
A statement I'm sure we've all heard at one time 
Also a very tough one to deal with 
Vengeance is not ours according to the Bible 
It's left to faith 
It's left to the belief that the horrific crimes of others will be dealt with 
I, myself have a hard time with it 
I have no choice but to follow it 
Even if I don't agree with it 
I would like to believe that evil will be dealt with 
Or is currently being dealt with on some spiritual level 
I would feel better If I knew the outcome of the vengeance 
If I could see the result 
See the "check" being paid as it were 
I am having trouble not seeing murderers get what is coming to them 
I can live without killing them
I can deal with them being locked up for life 
But I want something more than that...........................
Say..........
Hard labor?
Daily torture?
Public caning?
Castration?
All of the above?
Prison is no longer a viable deterrent for the horrific crimes that occur 
Every year we as a species seem to find new and more grisly ways to murder each other 
What will this year bring?
What will be this year’s most shocking death? 
And who will bring it?
The kids?
They seem to be the latest thing in absolute shocking carnage 
Or maybe this will be the year of the female 
They have been lacking in the body count of 2009 
Maybe this will be their year 
I wonder 
Do you even really care?
Thou shalt not kill 
It seems that statement has fallen upon deaf ears for quite a long time 
You know.............
If we as a people didn't have religion 
Evil wouldn't stand a chance 
The sense of right and wrong 
Would destroy the evil of man without a thought 
If you knew you could destroy an evil person and not pay religious consequences would you?
Of course you would 
As most of us would 
There is no remorse for doing good deeds 
And taking vengeance upon evil 
Is noble and just 
But the rules of religion say we must not 
The rules say we must rise above it 
And trust it will be dealt with 
Keeping the faith it will be done 
To try and hold this commitment 
Is in itself God like 
Which is why most of us fail 
And fail miserably 
We want vengeance 
We want their death 
We want them to feel our pain 
Our suffering 
Our loss 
Our sorrow 
Our anger 
Our hatred 
Vengeance is mine sayeth the Lord 
And it is because of this statement 
That we have faith 


Eric (and sometimes not) 



Details | Rhyme | |

EYE Don't See -Part 2-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When will you be set free?


Details | Pantoum | |

they helped to look for little Caylee

they helped to look for little Caylee,
in rugged woods, muddy lakes and ditches
endless days and nights, thousands searched
everywhere by foot, car, boat and air

in rugged woods, muddy lakes and ditches,
they tirelessly looked for signs of her--
everywhere by foot, car, boat and air;
hoping she had survived any danger

they tirelessly looked for signs of her,
while Caylee's family pleaded for her return,
hoping she had survived any danger--
until her mother confessed she had drown

while Caylee's family pleaded for her return,
endless days and nights, thousands searched;
until her mother confessed she had drown,
they helped to look for little Caylee


*FOR Pantoum CONTEST


Details | ABC | |

Nothing Really Matters

when rob stepped out of the courthouse,with charges for posession
he thought "it could be worse,it could have been for weapons"
and then he thought..."nothing really matters anyway"
when liz stepped of of the rehab,with a new outlook on life
she felt all those same feelings of hurt, pain, and strife
and then she thought "nothing really matters anyway"
when luke picked up his young son from daycare,and knew he had an hour
he thought back to the time he WOULD have stopped to grab his now EX-wife some flowers
and then he thought "nothing really matters anyway"
when lisa lifted up her body with nothing but her arms,and looked down at her legs
she wondered why the heck they were even THERE anyway..what for?
and then she thought "nothing really matters anyway"
all four people that same night,all in their own homes
picked up a remote,turned on the news and watched it come to blows
one man had done 25 years in jail,for something he had not really done
one woman lost the battle to addiction,one she thought she'd already won
one boy got hit by a car on his bike,he just only 5 his parents,divorced
one man lost his arms and legs while over fighting the war
four different people,four different lives,four different struggles,all about to cry
four different souls,four different heart,four different minds,all to have a fresh start
why does it take a reality check to pull us into gear?
why is it that reality sometimes must be our greatest fear?
the next time you think you're the only one who hurts and has plight
the next time you feel you're all alone,the only one who cries at night
try and remember,try not to forget,that you are never alone
whether you're telling your mom and dad your gay to the face or over the phone
whether your wife divorced you,your husband's a dog,or your kids have NO respect
you are human,deserve more,and you're not alone,cause' there is someone right next....
to you!!! nothing really matters. until you realize...nothing really matters.


Details | Lyric | |

In Your Love

Every time you kiss my lips 
I am drowning, I'm drowning
Like a never ending abyss
I am drowning, I'm drowning
Every time you whisper I miss you
I am drowning, I'm drowning
In your love,  in your love.

Life doesn't seem dangerous
When I'm drowning, yeah I'm drowning
Don't take it so serious
Cause I'm drowning, yeah I'm drowning
I don't care what they think of us
Cause I'm drowning, yeah I'm drowning
In your love, in your love

~ Leonard Napierskie


Details | Free verse | |

Three inside a circle

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

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


Details | Rubaiyat | |

The - Rubaiyat of Lenore

In a distant time  of memories, swimming in a deep blue sea
Floating with the clouds above , disguised as azure tapestry
Forest eyes, gleaming in the evergreens, soothes the leaf of oak
Gone; not Forgotten, my heart Forever yearning : entwines with she

To live the life of Heaven, You hug the Trinity : Forever You Live
Waiting for the eons of Eternity when I gather all the Love you have to give
Forest eyes, gleaming in the evergreens, whispered words unspoken
Seeing the Light, Feeling the Glory : yet Love’s blood; drips through a sieve 

One drop at a time , Cleansing the Soul ; reunite  the true Hearts of LOVE
Together again for a moment in the serenity of time which flies as a pure white Dove
The Sunset smell of YOUR Auburn hair, the Chinese silk of YOUR skin
Embedded  in the bands of a Watch called : ‘ Eternity “ Never ending LOVE

Author's note : I Wonder :  70 More!!  YOU Decide ~~ YOUR Liege...HG


Details | Rhyme | |

An Occult Fairytale

 
Throw all your roses in the air, For there is no need of love in this lair Corpses laugh and spin Spirits run and play, Under silver ash shadow Magical sparks fill you here, Luring into Sitra Achra Crypt of the Ancient Rosalinean, Majlis al Jinn Lilith’s dance seducing your inner core Nehema’s whispers throwing yourself off the shore, You hope this is only folklore, But you must not fear the dark The Nightmare of the Lost Ark Silents winds whisper Untold truths of revelation to Give you new Trust In Adoration Asphyxiate with Fear As Angelique's eyes Lear Silently you’ll the feel the spirits Of The Howling growing near The Draconian Aeon is here All foul humans beware Samael will always be Near


Details | I do not know? | |

AND THEN I REMEMBER

I wake up in the middle of the night, and reach out to touch you but you are not 
there
 And then I remember, 
The pain returns as quickly as an express train racing out of a tunnel
A quite cry escapes my lips a silent tear my eyes
 I will sleep no more tonight
In the morning I stumble out of bed, not thinking I call your name
And then I remember
I go to the bathroom, no more the clean order of a woman’s touch
But instead the chaotic disorder of the single man
And then I remember 
At breakfast I automatically set two cups, milk in both, sweetener in one
And then I remember
For you it’s just another day but for me it’s as if I am trapped in a time warp 
I eat my breakfast as if in a trance 
And I taste nothing, 
I drink my tea and stare out of the window
But I see nothing
 Except in the deepest corners of my mind
You are still hear with me 
I can see your face and I can smell you perfume
Your laughter fills my heart with joy
 And once again I look into your beautiful brown eyes
And I see again the great love and a deep passion in your soul
I reach out my hand to touch your cheek
My fingers brush your dark silken hair 
You speak my name
Suddenly I feel your soft touch on my arm 
And suddenly I am back and you are gone, 
And then I remember  
    I must pull myself together
 I must try to go on
They say time heels, they say the pain will subside
They say stop thinking of yourself
Think of your child
Words are cheap when you don’t have to pay 
And then I remember
She looks deep into my eyes, and I see her mother’s love
 I see her mother’s passion for life
I reach out and touch her dark silken hair;
 And then she speaks my name,
And then I remember 
Please god let me forget, just for a moment
Just for a while
Just let my child once again see me smile
 


Details | Epic | |

Hell To The Grave Part 2

A knife digs into my leg.
 I look down and see my leg turning the same colour as the other’s skin.
Rotting, putrid flesh, spreading its disease up my thigh.
Pain arcs across my chest, spilling into my neck. 
My hands, they’re becoming tentacles as well. 
I can feel my bones shattering, slicing through my skin.

A flash of pain, and I’m on my knees.
My head is splitting from the pain. I can’t even think.
What’s my name?
 Where am I?
 I hear a hoarse voice in the back of my mind.
Give in. Let go. Now.
Unfortunately I don’t have a choice. My mind, it feels crowded.
Something is in my mind. 
“GET IT OUT! GET IT OUT OF MY HEAD!” I scream, deafening myself.
A blood red is creeping across my vision, clouding my view.
More piercing pain, I can feel my back snapping. 
I topple over to my side. My body is convulsing uncontrollably.
Finally, the pain gets the best of me. I can’t take it any longer.
The pressure in my head, consuming my being. 
I attempt one last bravado. 
I cling to one memory. 
The memory of the girl. 
My daughter. 
But soon even she is corrupted. 
The voice, calling to me. Tempting me. Strangling my mind. 

Then, just before I black out, I hear her voice.
Come play with the me. Join us.
The sickly sweet, echoing charm of her morphs into a deep, throaty rumble.

Join me in the grave.
I am the Gravemind.


Details | Elegy | |

Bloodless On Mother's Day

There is a glare of stray sunlight
daring to reverberate
through spiderwebbed glass I haven't
found energy to fix
in the span of four years.
It is too much of a mirror,
too tangible a thought,
to make new.
It's lithe fingers, thin and bony, 
and mockingly bright,
steal over embossed cardstock that arrives, like clockwork,
in deepest sympathy.
And a thornless bouquet of pastels laden with
Babies Breath
only draws on blood long lost;
nobody seems to comprehend such an allegory,
or lack there of,
so it can't be carried
over the steps.




"Bloodless On Mother's Day"
Jenna-Nichole Conrad
Wordsmith


Details | Couplet | |

Tale of a Monster and a Living Ancient

A time long last to a new beginning,
No one to condemn the last living being.
Fire sparks in its eyes
And it lays, as the other dies.
A mithril sword in the diamond cave,
The ancient being cannot be saved.
A new danger every single day,
He fights them off, keeping death at bay.
He flies by night, wings spread wide
No freedom to roam the skies by light.
Returning again to his forever home,
A brave knight slept from his mountain roam.
Seeing the monster, the beast roars
And the evil wakes, and the eagle soars.
A flash of heat and a sound of steel,
The ancient father had no time to reel.
He watched the monster as his fire died,
And the last dragon went for his last ride.


Details | Crystalline | |

Living with Ghosts

Grandpas ghost sits at the dusty chair.

He gazes out the stain glass window.

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

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

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

His wide eyes see such a tranquility of stillness.

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

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

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

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

The quakes and the structure of the water.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Only emotions give electricity to the numb held true to belief


Details | Free verse | |

Although a tear drop should fall

A fresh scent of dew fallen from the sky
A passage of unique fragrance as time passes by
In ardent pastures throughout time
As willows stretch forth its ellaborate decayed formation
In words expressed through stagnant claim
From words which arose unnoticed clear
Through a shaded window leaves in trace viable spectrum
In solemn timber warm embrace
Although a tear drop should fall 
Through silence one can softly hear the voice of God
One must act upon what they have initially received
Although a tear drop should fall out of place
A moment of pleasure can bring on a life time with pain
The times that are living in will soon fade & pass
In dire need of worthless angelic leap  to grasp
A spotted owl looms overhead wrought in with anticipation
Within solace we can safely anticipate peace
In sought after excursion to appease its untimely benefit


Although, frantic through its vested silver
A rush to deliver
The timeless appease with notable shoulder to cry
With warm regards to deliver yet now a sigh
A shot in the dark would light the inner spark
First the peace then silence to thwart its part

Some if not many rush about to & fro
Others simply digress to inflate their ego
Through hot pavement avoidance of passing road kill
Some may advance in common good
Others have been etched in its prolific sense should

By far many excell to some vain agenda
A lot of people in life just like to be heard
A shot in the dark without any discouraging word.


Details | Elegy | |

Time, Love, and Loss

He loves her. 
His love for her never ends. 
“Love is patient, love is kind.” 
The good book says. 
Time..
It is your best friend if you think about it. 
It is also your worst enemy; 
It shows no mercy nor welcomes your white flag. 
The sinister disguise of Death and his pale green horse,
Hung in offices, homes, and churches. 
12:08 pm.. 
Tears paint his face and the rain befriends him. 
12:35 pm.. 
Hugs, kisses, and condolences: 
“Love never dies.” 
“Love lasts for eternity.” 
“She will always live in you.” 
I don’t respond; 
I lack the strength. 
I have crafted up a bronze statue in my heart. 
Forever will my love be for her. 
Forever will I be her keepsake.  
The consequence of love is not a tragedy as I once believed. 
The tragedy is not understanding what love is. 
The tragedy is not being loved. 
My heart is now the way it should be.


Details | Ballad | |

Gone

Yesterday has slipped away
And only now I see
Just how sad the answers
To those questions asked can be

A hollow feeling in my heart
A pain inside so real
An empty space inside of me
That only you can fill

Even though you're gone from me
Still I’m holding on
To something that can never be
To something so far gone

People say that I'll forget 
That time will dry my tears
People say this pain inside
Will fade throughout the years

But everything we did
And every word that we did share
And every place we've been
Have left their shadows everywhere

Apart from you and I
Nobody else could ever know
Or ever understand
The part of me that can't let go

You were my love, my heart, my soul
You gave my life to me
And now I feel so lonely 
Saying 'I' instead of 'We

In a world of strangers
Here alone I stand
My promise of tomorrow
Gently slipped right through my hand

I close my eyes and feel you near
In dreams you're by my side
In every prayer I pray for you
In every tear I cry

Not only did I lose my love
I lost my best friend too
I lost my world, my heart, my soul
The day that I lost you

Although the road gets lonelier
And longer everyday
My memories of loving you
Will never fade away...


By Raina Hutchins



Details | Prose Poetry | |

January's Wishes Spoken Through the Dishonesty of April.

Her eyes amused me, slices of January that held April tightly....

she could rain in snow, drop from upside-down skies, and we held tightly to the tears that
only appeared on the opposite side of closet doors as we marked our claim on unusual with
hand prints that never saw the sun.

Two days could have passed underneath us before we blinked, my windows whispered glorious
promises but we kept them closed for safety, for the opposition of who we could be, and
she knew the secret of every season, she knew how to laugh when bedroom doors...

closed.


I drew her behind the mirror and we created October across December stars, we became
disobedient underneath the glorious names we sang that night for lips speak magic when
they pretend to lie and dishonesty was but a kiss away from sunrise.


Time stung me come August, come March, come the age of thirty-two, her eyes had been shut
for years now and she sunk beneath flowers I am positive would be beautiful enough to
photograph had I the courage to glance, but my feet have never crossed the grass that
blankets her and roots her promises...

tangled beneath tomorrow with a tight grasp on yesterday, and I wonder if the days have
yet to fade the color of her hair.


It rained in January when I existed miles away, teardrops of memories that fell as softly
as the whispers of her name, I closed the bedroom door tightly and listened intensely for
the echoes of dishonesty, for she remained there, somewhere, behind mirrors that painted
her and the lies that bit my tongue, that reassured me...


our hand prints would hide from summer...

covered in ice-cream secrets that screamed her pain from a smile, from a foolish wish that
spoke us inseparable.


Her eyes, blue as October, slapped me, that day, as they painted themselves the secrets
girls are never supposed to witness, as they refused to allow April to fall but declared

honesty

with the beauty that she

could never see.




Details | I do not know? | |

SHOWTIME

          SHOWTIME
Come life and death of it you blessed rhapsody
you've played for long enough and now it's time to go
there's not a better time than now to let it be
insanities its own and best reward you know

deep in the night while there's no certain thing
but passion for the grief that lingers on and on
as damp and cold as fog as hot as summers sting
come life and death of it before this act is gone

there must be question to the ends uncertainty
that's led us guessing, why was this thing said
and is the act onstage or what the actors see
beyond the blinding light among the walking dead

who come to be amused right through our greatest fear
of no aplause; or laughter where there should be none
and we must speak each word for everyone to hear
exactly as they plan so that the show goes on.

and yes they knew the end before the curtain call
but made production's costs a thing to bear
and every star that's in the sky could surely fall
from how it shines tonnight unless the fire is there

they cannot see the moving of the props around
sometimes in pandemonium, at best in haste
nor setting of the stage--this is our holy ground
the tinting of each face the tightening of waist

there no one dares to tread except for those who see
the detail of it all must blend into the play
as carefully as we make this, our tragedy,
the making up must be complete in every way

we must not let the ending go beyond the end
or all is lost and all we'll hear is mumbelings 
and lack of press where there has never been a friend
so life and death of it come down though pain it brings

let not the curtain to ascend the play is done
and weary are the actors they've performed quite well
as real as life so now the show must not go on
past curtain fall there's nothing more we have to tell.
©ronwilson aka veebdosa the doylestown poet


Details | I do not know? | |

Dancemusic

Just for fun 
I took the turn
Round the corner I could discern

All aglow, dressed in white
Oh! What a sight!
Nothing could be so bright

I hear that which i love
Like the wingbeats of the dove
Nestled deep within the cove

Caress the vibrations loud and clear
Protecting me, so I have nothing to fear

Fly away now
Fly far, fly near

The curtain is closing
The drum beats loud,
Vibrations echo


Throughout....


Details | I do not know? | |

nothing at all

Not enough? Am i not enough? I thought I was the one. You lied to me, yes indirectly but a 
lie is a lie the same. my heart aches with fear of uncertainty but knowledge is my game. It is 
the path I chose, I wanted the pain but honestly I had no clue, that my search for such even 
purely intended would find me losing you. 

yes it was my fault for breaking your trust for running amuck trying to find myself. i went 
about it all wrong but again my intentions were pure from the start. you'll never realize 
though, that you broke it first that night in the hotel room. yeah you have your excuses but 
you know they'll never do. you betrayed me first I've never been hurt the way i was hurt by 
you.

what kind of monster can be so two faced? love me by day and lay aside your convictions to 
crawl into a bed of sin in the pit of hell by the shadows of night. you monster you made me a 
monster myself and monster it was made you. this circle of death will kill us all and I'm 
afraid. and i feel theres nothing i can do.

i would curse my monster slay him to death and never look back to his ashes.. if only i knew 
you would do the same and truly NEVER turn back. its my greatest fear in giving you my all 
and if betrayed it would be the honest and ultimate death of me, id invite it back and be done 
with this world, careless again id become. but, find a way no matter what it takes to make 
me believe your intent is real and ill do what i say because i want it that way our wounds 
over due to be healed.

please just give me that love that I've craved my whole life from birth till the time i met you. 
none have satisfied since, none ever will. all i want is you and your love. but hide it not like 
you did in the past your fear of me is what created my fear. come back to the beginning like 
it should have been before that monster got to you. with me, lay it all down and we'll follow 
this path together!

of apologies and forgivness i know not the outcome but of love i am certain yet only of this, i long for your smell your taste your hand interwind in mine just as our souls forever, i want it for all eternity but if only to have it in time would be my life's passion. all i want is you. i can say im sorry for the rest of my life but id rather spend it telling you the endlessness of my love. intentions pure and honest and my only want in all the world is for the feeling to be returned with the same passion its dealt out. i love you.


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ANGEL DUST

Never seen beautiful angels
sprinkle angel dust on me
as snowflakes on a leafless tree,
and I don't expect them to alter things
when they swoop down with their long wings;
where were they when I faced fears and dangers?


Angel dust has another meaning...
besides the magical power to alter a destiny,
kids of my age used this drug
and went insane, not recognizing 
themselves, their personality changed drastically;
some even wanted to jump out of a window.


Sweet angels, leave Heaven and visit me  
on the days when wishes freeze on silent lips,     
let them resemble snow falling on distant hills,
and deserted roads like the one I'm traveling on!
Let me catch many snowflakes softer than a baby 
with soft skin...whiter than daises basking in the spring sun!


A boy, barely fourteen, has been found dead as a poisoned rat
on the bleachers of a run-down baseball field frequented by a hungry cat....
his red eyes were wide-open imploring a merciless sky color rust;
no angel came down to save him: he laid there and painfully died!
Who gave him that powerful drug? Did he want to bite the dust? 
He has taken that secret with him...why didn't anyone listen when he cried? 
 


Entered in Gail Angel Doyle's contest,
" Angel Dust "
Written by Andrew Crisci
on 10/18/ 2012


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Walking Through A Field Of Light

Walking Through A Field Of Light


then me and you see it the same way...i care not what happen to this body for the soul will still walk this earth watching over those it shown it love for

And yet the spirit of forgotten pain protects me, not wanting me to travel into the darkness that consumes the soul, for without this body, how can i protect those i love?

i watch and guide them for the body was lost but i shall lead them with a kind head and open arm. i protect their soul so they may keep watching there life grow into something beautiful.the darkness shall flee at the sight of the almighty light that watches my deed and my small soul

but for my last act shall be to vanquish the darkness that threatens life itself. but all things come to an end. what of the times, not yet past, but already forgotten, when i will no longer be there.....

when my fight is done i have no need for this unsettling place and with ever harming word will i walk into that everlasting light if i to be forgotten then that is fine for i have done them good and have made there life into something more then mine was.To be forgotten is fine for i shall not want a legacy

to have forged a life worth remembrance is fine, bu to make someones else worth remembering is all the better, for it means that they shall have a life worthy of my sacrifice, a life worth the pain once experienced, but never remembered, for i am now content.

after this body is lost i wish to be forgotten.to pay myself a gift is what is called.i will be content on not having left something a memory to be mourned for i with's no pain on those who have still they hearts where as i have walked this earth unknowing i died some time ago.let me be free for i am like a animal needing space time and needing that way of life.

then be free from the pain of the remembrance, and transcend to tomorrow, for that is where the future lies. i shall always remember you, but i shall not mourn, for we shall meet again


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Rebirth

Submerging more into this abyss
Fading away in the darkness
Engulfing the heart with emotion
Life is torn away, lost, broken
Or perhaps just rebirthed
 
Reverse the already walked path
Inhale each lost breath
Gain each second wasted
Unprotect where you overguarded
Hold those you didn’t mean push away
 
Appreciate the love that blessed you
Enjoy each simple kiss
Never break an embrace
Dwell in your beloved’s aura
Intoxicate yourself in passion
 
Gander at adolescent mistakes
Rebellion and new freedom
Laws broken, nights filled with fun
Morning after of consequences
Smile at ignorant youth
 
Continue back to the feeble
Not from age, but lack of
Weakness, carried by family
Repayment for the future, the past
Bury yourself in warmth lost
 
Submerging more into this abyss
Fading away in the darkness
Engulfing the heart with emotion
Life is torn away, lost, broken
Or perhaps just rebirthed


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The Passing of Time

THE PASSING OF TIME


It was a warm April day, early in Spring
My mind sharply aware of everything 
I heard the buzz of a bee on new spring flowers
I heard birds chirping – I listened for hours

I heard the whine of a small plane in the blue
And thought, for a moment, I'd like to fly too
As my thoughts soar along on this beautiful day
I blinked, only once, and then it was May

I marveled at this and knew only too soon
That in the twinkling of an eye, it would be June 
How quickly time flies when we look at events
We wonder and ponder just where the time went

There suddenly seems to be a chill in the air
The leaves have fallen – the trees are all bare
We gather the family for Thanksgiving Day
And know that Christmas is not far away

But what's that I hear, as my thoughts start to spin
It's that bee in the flowers buzzing again
Where did the time go?  I ask myself
I wish I could keep it in a box on a shelf

But time marches on, and days fly away
And we must realize that time cannot stay
Each day can not be the same as the last
There's a future beyond us and a time that has passed

As you're reading these words, written some time ago
There's something I wish you all to know
On earth, time will end for you and for me
But in Heaven with our Lord, it's for eternity


	Curtis Moorman
	3 April 2005


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The Old Lady's Last Request

Over a time frame of about eight years we would talk about the chapters of our 
lives and listening intently to one another
She came from a small town in Texas and was an only child and was much closer to 
her dad than she was her mother
Usually we would talk in private, just her and me and her little cat named Abby
The little yellow furry cat kept her company and was also a little bit Gabby
Especially when it came time to have her dinner or to be let out on the porch for air
And no matter how lonely it may have been for her, little Abby was always there
So one dreded day the time did come for my friend to leave for the hospice, she 
turned her head on the stretcher and just said to me
I know you will take good care of little Abby
Not long after that she left this old world with the hint of content on her face
All was as it should be, everything was in place


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Martyrdom of a Jew King

My name is Judas betrayer of God everyone hates me yet thats not as much as I hate myself and everything else until its just a word that cannot be felt I can't be accountable to a single action thats unchangeable I wish you would cast off into a river of ashes and cover your body until the sorrow passes thats what I did to slowly admit I'm no longer the devil you wish to possess I buried my burdens deep in demons of past My sin seems to leave me quick as I forget it for you I've become a dead doll submissive I sold the jew king for a mere thirty silver he then became a martyr who would have figured I guess I delivered the greatest good ever so you may understand why my guilt is light as a feather Judas, you coward backstabber. you dog I acknowledge it all now with a wink and a nod people mean little more than they care for themselves you wouldn't take coin if your family were starved? you won't hear my reason then I won't give you no sense I've already given you more than I ever truly meant more than I'm worth or have had to give Judas, the sinner the liar, the pig Judas the desperate for his family to live Judas, the hero for without him dies his religion


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DANCE OF THE BOOGEYMEN(An unusual Halloween hors d'oeuvre)

Twirling around and around in the Night Sphere
Creepy eyes that scream out for a Partner in Loungerie
Two
plus 2
6 and then Twenty
The Boogeymen of the night
Catching the souls of the departed in flight
Sending them to the loneliest corner of Hell
With a Dunce Cap on every head that read:
HERE YOU ARE STUPID..AMONG THE ZOMBIES AND THEIR DEAD
A quiet empty trio of fools who did not play it cool while they were alive
Who refused to submit to the booze,the Pot,and all that Open Up Jive
Sweethearts on the dance floor where the Dead party all without a smile
Takes us back to that Halloween Trick or Treat town,at least for a little while
Mothers swing their Fathers
The Grim Reapers do their do-si-do
Harper Valley 1-800-NEXT-OF-KIN
Biting Teeth on a Harker Jonathan
Sipping blood with a grinning Mina
She is lovely in that shade of dead
Vein vessel blood all around her neckTAR and thy Head
Here in the ram shackled Studio 50 for DEAD
Dancers are the Boogeyshoes
With one eye alive and the other socket popped out
Sleep Deadly tonight Beneath the full moon and the Tango of cold Harvest Fright


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Prepare For War

Please let me leave this 
paradise
Let me speak to him once 
more
The one who I'd do anything 
for
The one who holds my heart

This alchemy of sin
Will never go unpurged
Get ready to burn
Lilith you are my mark
Prepare for War 
Demon whore

Anubis, my heart is mine
My love's revenge I will find
It's Time for war
I understand now
You are my mark 
Lilith reach for your armor
Prepare For war

I will meet my body again
I'll rip out every nail in my 
coffin
I don't care if it's God I Offend

You've destroyed my love
You've destroyed me
You've destroyed my heart's 
holder
Lilith you are my mark
Prepare for war
Demon whore

Anubis, my heart is mine
My love's revenge I will find
It's Time for war
I understand now
You are my mark 
Lilith reach for your armor
Prepare For war

Only if I could let him know
This curse, this demon
Will not be our doom 

Anubis, my heart is mine
My love's revenge I will find
It's Time for war
I understand now
You are my mark 
Lilith reach for your armor
Prepare For war


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Heavens Times The Weekend Edition

The words on the newspaper loud though uneven

Humans detroyed the garden of Eden

Satan released a statement of no reason

"This is my time now the Angels dont treasen"

As a result of the banished few

Who set to sell their souls anew

The Lord of Darkness now unto the few

As the souless flight of evil spilled through

"Come all who dare to face the saints

Come all who dare to challenge my paint

For it is red of contanst restraint

I have been waiting for the good ones to taint"

God turned the page of his precious report

Finding a picture of his humans in court

The judge was Satan and the punishment remourse

As the hammer struck down with raging force

"I sentence thee souls that were promised to me

I accept the sealing of your life with no plee

For now its my time as you detroyed your creed

For I am your master no longer without me"

As the highness of light shut his good book

He bowed his head of good faith as tears did shook

His eyes filled with water no longer so good

As his children now lie for satans dark hood 


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My Memories Of You

It was 1999 when I heard the news
I receive a phone call, that you were sick with Blues
Now, I’m wondering what I shall do
Living so far away I decided to kneel down and pray
Lord please gives him the strength to battle this disease everyday

You tried to stay on the right path though out your life
Making many decisions that wasn’t very wise 
No one is perfect only the heavenly father
What’s done is over and he will always forgive those ungodly desires

My memories of you are always on my mind
My memories of you make me smile
My memories of you get me through the tough times 

All the time you were here living on the earth 
There is family and friends who you made laugh a lot
They will miss you so much, even the kids around the block
Lord please give him the time to prepare for those final days

My memories of you are always on my mind
My memories of you make me smile
My memories of you get me through the tough times 

Lord thank you for given me the time to have known him
I am sorry you have to go, we all will one day 
But I’m glad you made your peace with the GOD almighty
Now you’re climbing the stair way to heaven, going North Bound

My memories of you are always on my mind
My memories of you make me smile
My memories of you get me through the tough times    


(RIP) My Brother Allan, 12/11/02.


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It's Time

The time has come to finally say,
I can't go on for even one more day.

I've had my share of hard times
every step of the way,
your told to forget them and
move on,easy for you to say.

I said many times that
I was going to end it all,
now it's push come to shove
and time to answer the call.

More times than I can count
all I do is lay in bed,
I think some really bad thoughts,
and just wish that I were dead.

I go through many days
feeling lonely and sad,
think all those bad thoughts,
and I get really mad.

So the time has come for
me to say I love you and goodbye,
leave all my pain behind me,
and just lay down and die.


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Even Eternity Is Fleeting

Fleeting life may be in this earthly reality.
Death: our destined entrance into eternity.
Even death is fleeting, just as our sleep.	

Eternal life, a promise we believe in and keep.
Reincarnation: our destined and karmic infinity.
Even eternity is fleeting, just as our lives.

Illusionary death may be in this third-dimensional reality.
Life: our destined world for evolving spiritually.
Even life is fleeting, just as our illusions hold meaning.



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The Tale of The Dark Night

Warm summers heat rises
 Winters long past and we feel the nights last
 Silver shadows fall on all that stand
 Around midnight you feel a cold cold hand
 
The night everyone dies
 Future generations feel deaths grasp
 Caught with-in deaths cast
 Nights of the dead in a mask
 
There will be nowhere left to hide
 Hand held steady warriors stack
 Tales taught to be turning
 All things left burning
 
Wishing out answers while your learning
 Opening up minds third eye your left yearning
 majestic heroes merging
 Caught by deaths serging
 



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FAITH KEEPS US APART

It seems the path Iam on  is changing everyday
the road uncertain just an endless shapeless gray
some would say it would all be clearer if I took up there religion
even with the doubt Iam not scared enough for that decision

I see the faith you placed in one of the many saviors
I lame excuse for the centuries of mad behavior
Iam sure your prophets where the very best of man
but your church and bibles where never in the plan

so every race has a version of there own
stories stolen from the gods of the past spoken out like it was always known
not one of these faiths is open and understanding
they keep others down and your soul churches are demanding

then you history holds no science no enlightenment
dogmatic foolishness written before free government
and every soul that is afraid to die or to ashamed to live
if you stop thinking then heaven is what they give

even now the human mind is found wanting
but reality is intelligence is hard work and life is daunting
if only the concept of good will and love
we understood without some sign from above

if you need the ancient fiction to ease your pain
I respect you and to all other men you should do the same
your saviors were righteous there’s know doubt
in there time they worship but no church was there twist whets its about

there have been many Christ’s since the beginning of man 
the Mayans and Muslim have had tales since they ruled by the roman
dry king ghandi and many more sacrifice there life so others could be free
in my mind that’s what Jesus is what he is supposed to be

even know there some man of great worth he has no money no powerful church
he’s  giving of himself and and loving the lost I dare you to search 
and see the truth were in this together and this is paradise
we are the only keepers of our fate we must realize

I can no longer people pay to pray and talk down to others who dont believe what you say
but Christ himself did not hang with the saved he knew the hopeless so he could see them ok
but times have changed were not ruled by religious empires mad with slavery
we fought for those rights not with one mans good with collective human bravery

a new age is upon us and the true test is coming not one of prophecy
the makers of worlds the stars the cycle of suns chaos of the galaxy
I hope soon we see are only time is now there is no second chance
are race needs to come together  and make a united stance
if faith keeps us apart do we even have the heart



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The Indian Night

The crows sing
Until you cover your eyes
Crossed up in the night when the dead are living 
And I’m still sipping 
She walks away never forgetting
Moved to the land of the strangers 
Finding joy in the simplest of lies 
The piece of you I had admired dies 


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Gone by Tomorrow by Shardae Thomas

When tomorrow starts without me and im not here to see ,
 if the sun should rise and find your eyes all filled with tears for me .
 i wish so much you wouldnt cry the way you did today
 while thinking of the many things we didnt get to say . 
i know how much you love me , as much as i love you .
 anytime you think of me i know you miss me too . 
but when tomorrow starts without me , 
please try to understand
 that the angel came and called my name
 and took me by the hand ;
they said my place was ready in heaven far above , 
and that i have to leave behind all those i dearly love .
 but as i turned to walk away , a tear fell from my eye .
 i had so much to live for and yet so much to do ,
 it seems almost impossible that i was leaving you
 i though of all the yesterdays the good ones and the bad , 
i thought of all the love we shared and all the fun we had .
 if i could relive yesterday , i thought for just awhile .
 I'd say goodbye and kiss you and maybe see you smile . 


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33 Prayers

There's a time for loves to be won and lost… At least there was for us.
For 33 Chilean miners, lost below… life was simply stopped.
Alive and well, but buried deep…  2,200 feet below.
They had such a daunting, beautiful dream… to see the sky once more.
Being hot, little water, dark, only bites of food…17 days was asking a lot.
But life was true and held on strong, even when in the bowels of the earth you’re lost.
With each day the hopes began to fade, always bolstered by others to be strong.
Little did they know their prayers were there, were being answered in spades above.
Time went on as governments stopped, to send whomever they could to help.
The world looked on, every eye glued, as prayers they also imbued.
For once in their lives everyone together worked, for a common cause that’s true.
Building, digging, drilling, and planning… together as life below held on. 
No one knew the miners were truly alive, as the earth held them in a deathly grip.
But faith held everyone together, for 17 days, on this fateful trip.
Breaking thru a small hole to them in time was a monumental task indeed.
To do it bigger again, was asking God to plow the way and give them back again.
Drill bits broke, and no one slept, as dreams of home, the miners spun.
Several drillings were stopped by fate, as a single one held on.
Many things could have stopped those lives such as slides and after shocks.
Remember the mine was unstable, or it wouldn’t have fallen at all.
Everyone below was tired, hot, worn out, and sick by the time they reached their goal.
One small, flimsy, missile tied from above would have to drag them to the top.
Would it snag? Would the earth crumble? Could it take the buffeting there and back?
The tunnel was finally reinforced. The first people went below, as we held our breath.
One by one, for 24 hours they were brought up from beneath the earth.
Never in the time of man, has a feat been held to so tightly for 69 days and finally won.
Thank the Chilean government, it’s people, the world's and American help, for bringing them back.
Then like the miners did… get on your knees and thank the God above.
Yes… it was one unified, miraculous leap of faith, with God holding every ones hand.
It brought back faith in many things including God and yes, even your fellow man.


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She girl

She lives with friends.
She meets her loves.
She starts her work.
She sits as a dove.
She runs her life.
She's got all that.
But then she's found
Dead on the track.


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Almost Dead

And so it came to pass
as I raised a bourbon glass
and tossed a bolt of fire down my throat;
the ash from cigarettes
glowed as dying suffragettes,
chained to wrists of every weeping, wailing ghost.

A thirst I could not slake
was just icing on the cake,
as the closing bells resounded in the night;
every thought was dank and weary,
every eye was red and bleary,
every virgin born again without a blight.

Transistors crackled sound
from a cavern in the ground,
satisfaction blaring tinny and distorted;
time expanded then it shrank
with every mouthful that I drank
and the womb of reason shrivelled and aborted.

How transmissions swelled and swam
through the downing of each dram,
until the floor lay as a most inviting bed;
how I loved her very bones
and how I loved the rolling stones,
how I loved the old gods who were almost dead. 

Sat here in the Gwesty Bach
with rock and roll and Mrs Plath
wielding firebrands of culture round my head,
how I loved her I admit,
every semblance, every bit,
how I loved the old gods who were almost dead. 


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Memory of me





                                          When I'm dead , I hope to be said:
                                "He defended his nation , against the  striking raid"


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Veil

You have all gone to other worlds
Where rocks are able to become trees
And stones a field with flowers
Sighs have no echo
To be heard
On the other side
Through the veil of tears
Mother's arms
Carrying a newborn
In my grandparents yard
A chestnut-haired child
Playing with the rainbow
Father kissing a soldier
Ready for the war
''Your heart 's still beating''
They shouted
And left me
In a sharp deep silence


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Epitaph For The Depressed

He lived a good many years before it was his time to go,
but early in life he suffered a series of tragic blows.
He now rests in peace, but if the truth be told,
his zest for life truly died a long time ago.


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The Final Countdown

Prepared for when Death
schedules his meeting, I… 
A patient landmine


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My Breaking Point

Hot headed asses
Filled with commie bastards
Social disorder in the brain insane with pain
As if socialized wandering wizards chicken gizzards
My breaking point to no return hero burn
In sweat caged fury everything scarey
Shaded pine in derision chasing after delusion

Fought back the pain with a smile on the dial
To frolic in the whisper almost a certain Hitler
Shadows filled up with asps darkened portals pitch black
Her memory haunts me to this day I pray
Shortness of breath in pitch blackened vest
Let me take the time to get some things off my chest then rest

As if a caged rat that was hiding in its tiny hole death stole
The memory of a whisper pitch black death hero's vest
No time to rest & watch any double feature
Bitch with the sneakers!
Sadness in the soul portal going viral as it seems
Lethal demise yet one word to the wise
In recourse blackened pilgrims with skulls & crossbones to prey on the dead!


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Fight, struggle

First fight for breath,
struggle unceasing.
First cry escapes,
heart beats unending.

Mind dims, years pass.
Lungs tire, heart tears.
To stop is to die.

First fight goes on.
First struggle continues.
But death stalks.
But death stalks.


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The Execution Of The Valiant Man

Calm sits a valiant man inside of a dungeon
In Darkness sits a monk inside of a Monastery
And On this night they both share the same thoughts
how long God untill I am free from here
Footsteps resound down through the hall
 They Listen  as the sound goes back and forth
The Valiant man awaits his execution
The monk has been put in charge of reading his last rights
Now we hear the murmur as the crowd gathers
They are laughing and joking with one another
The Valiant man smiles because he too finds his death enjoyable
It's relaxing I must agree with him
And why is the monk so scared of death
The Final bell is rung
And There dressed in black 
under the black hood is the executioner
He runs his finger down the blade of his ax
He looks up here comes the Valiant man
And for the first time on the job
He is faced with fear
His composure faulters 
His finger slips and droplets of blood 
Fall from the fresh cut
Now there's a battle fuaght inside his mind
Because he knows 
that this execution will torture him forever
Silence falls over the crowd
This proud look of this mighty warrior
Commands respect and they observe it
The Monk stumbles but he does not trip up when he speaks
My Son are you ready to make peace with your Maker
Thank you Father, but me and God have never been in opposition
The Monks says You"re what the prophets wrote about
When they wrote about Valiant men
Son forgive me I am curious 
How many men did it take to capture you
He say's I don't know i killed them all
Father look around, I killed every man in the King's army
And I would of did it a long time ago
If i knew that they was going to reward me by sending me back to my Father
Let the peace of God be with you Monk
And with those words This worthy man falls to the ground
The Executioner can't bring himself to raise the ax
And this Valiant man taunts him in the face of death
Please do it! I never ask a coward for a favor


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When I Think Of You

                  When I Think Of You I smile cause I think of all the good times we had,
        I stop myself when I'm about to cry and start feeling sad, I just wish you could come back I miss you so bad. No matter what I do theres always something that reminds me of you there was so much things we've been threw.  There thick and thin you were always by my side as my best friend. When I think of you I get chills inside I love you when you left apart of me died. Noone could ever replace you if they tried.


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The Road I Traveled To Learn To Fly

When times were hard and the road was so rough it seemed my best efforts were not nearly enough I took a prescription of self-inflicting damaging words to tear my higher self down To tear myself down a very high risk I thought as I stood at the edge of the cliff for better or worse I shall learn to fly or the next fall could be the one where I die The day that I died I failed to exist floating impatiently into falseness who I was was not what made me the point of it all pointed into obscurity Live harder and faster void of disaster that was my goal from then and thereafter and right up to now it has worked well escaping the darkness in the great depths of hell from whence I came had to abstain this new existence now knows my name I painted it in the bad place I escaped as I stood firmly for the first time filled with faith.


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Out of breath

I'm not the only one who thinks about this I know.
But I always think of when it will be my time to go.
How much longer until I run out of breath?
When will I meet the black cloak of death?

When most people think about this event, 
they imagine a time down the road when they're spent.
For some reason, I always feel that my fate is close.
Like within a couple of years or so, I'll be saying adios.

I don't know why I have these thoughts or feel this way.
It feels like the everything is crumbling and there is nothing to say.
I wish I had a better outlook on what I am seeing.
Although sometimes I do feel pointless as a human being.

I just wish things were different and didn't turn out like this.
Looking ahead to my future is like staring into a dark abyss.
Everything I worked hard for and I didn't seem to get or achieve.
Maybe if I'm honest with myself, I am kind of welcoming when I leave.


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GETTING BACK TO ME



Details | Free verse | |

stand

deathily feeling's of lonliness your heart lost another part eye's shadowed with tears ,no need to feel a shame life may never remain the same The love and joy of the onesyou have lost feeling hurt aching longing for that time Wish you could have said goodbye don't worry it will go away life will still move on time steady peacing with your life wipe those tears of sadness form your eyes Open up your heart to remember the wisdom of words and love that was spread thorught that person day's of living on this earth For those clouds that seem to darken your day The words of it will be ok seem to all clashed and sound the same for in your heart you know that it is in your masters hand and when you see a weary soul reach out for to surive ones lose is to help another stand


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If Time Wasn't Linear

If time wasn’t linear
and life was an orbit,
pain couldn’t make me old
and age wouldn’t sound morbid.

I’d know every ending
would only bring pause;
that birth was just as relevant
as any loss.

I’d know eyes are subjective,
and the mind is a trap
disfiguring reality
like a folded map. 

Doubt will provide distance
like a neighbor’s fence
as pictures and frames
attempt to capture innocence.

And love is the answer
that will set you free,
unless you’re a hostage
in its captivity:

begging for release
or at least a transfer
like the sweetest memory
too painful to remember.

But life lasts longer
than the gifts we have to give
and it’s not about what’s lost,
but what you can’t live with

that ultimately will dictate
the silence and the sorrow;
that leaves you grieving yesterday
and dismissing tomorrow.

You followed the rules;
you kept your hands to yourself.
But you’re the one person
you never knew how to help.

You say people are leaves:
they change color and fall,
and just before their death,
they’re the center of it all  -

the years of emotion
that finally surface,
and, in a brief moment,
give those years purpose.

And we mourn a death
or a life is celebrated.
And we rot in the ground
or we’re reincarnated.

The weak and compassionate
struggle to move on
as a cycle returns to its origin
and time moves along.

Two generations later,
bones lay in a coffin
beneath an engraved stone
that’s nearly forgotten. 


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HOLD ON

GOD has his own reasons,
For taking the one's we love.
To help with the deeds HE beholds,
And to watch over us from above.
HE takes them up to heaven,
To avoid their suffering and pain.
Yet, they continue to guide us through our lives,
And brighten a day full of rain.
We feel as if they've abandoned us,
Just left our hearts to grieve.
When really they've gone to help our Lord,
Since NOW was their time to leave.
Now, was the time when HE needed them most,
Though we felt as if we needed them, too.
Our selfish hearts don't want to let go,
Although we've had them our whole lives through.
Now it's GOD's turn to take them in,
To enjoy the time that they'll share.
Don't think, if the shall willingly go,
That it means they do not care.
So GOD suggests that we let them go,
But to let them remain in your hearts.
Know, just because they've passed away
Does not mean we'll be apart!


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The Drowned Sun

Speak once, 
and softly,
so the river may know...    
 
* * *

"You've come to mourn,
his drowned bones."

[She starts to groan]

He was a
loving father,
a faithful son,
his body swept
and tossed
and now he's gone.

[Leaves fall and vanish in the current]

How now... Mysterious Death,
the speeding current,
time that pushes past,
how do I grab the minutes
so that they last?

"Accept"

[ The river flows and merges with the Earth, 
     and you look up and see the tops
     of trees waving in harmony 
     with the sky,
     and you, spot the sun again  ]


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The Lords people in a Corrupt World

I see the world crumbling around me, people losing their moral ground
Following what they think is right rather than what they truly know is right. 
Most people really are uneducated sheep and cannot see what’s right in front of their faces. 

So many even mock the Lord and his word as if he didn’t exist and even openly say with conviction that theirs no GOD! And instead there small minds worship a sport as if it was their GOD?! 

It really disgusts me and breaks my heart to see how far mankind has gone and I fear for their souls as they do not know what they do. 

Dear Lord please have mercy and help show them the way, its easy for them to be distracted and miss lead with all they hear and are shown in this corrupt world without its true intentions shown.

GOD Bless all the Lords people and hold your heads high as the true fight is yet to happen and when it does . .  We’ll fight until we die!

Amen 


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TEARS OF THE GODS

Cruel my lords, this life is cruel

its craves the warmth of running blood, to sate its dry lands

it is so filled with animosity, i saw as it sees and felt as it feels.

it mocks these lords of earth who walk tall and boast superior than most

yet remain the greater slaves.

let me fall and crumble to nothing but clay

for from it our lord porter unfurl this rebelious soul

what the porter made and shed for, once his eyes left the world fell.

 " it is from the dust of time and the tears of the gods whence these worlds came"

 as the mysteries of great antiquity testify,

 early in the dawn of menkind in the city of ( the sun ) heliopolis

 where the outworlders were common, feared worriors

  great men from unirveses yonder .

this world fell and became empty

with time stray foul spirits, found the core.

and by means of dark sorcerypoured its malice

into the earth psyche. vast emotions like the great oceans turned black by guile

cold dark ways, so the earth fell into its bottomless core and became heartless and into fine sand its heart crumbled and overflowed the seas of sand


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Till Date

stagnancy is something not new to me,
it's just have become overwhelming off late.
stale moments, motionless hours,
clinge to my identity as alter ego.



numbed emotions make even prayer incomplete,
stone heart mises nobody on earth.
cell bars' perpetual shadow make stripes on my body permanent
for fifteen years i have been standing at the same place



my world - squeazed into 7 by 4 ft rectangular room,
life has become a mere waiting station for death.



I till date believe I have not yet got accustomed to this place.


Details | Rhyme | |

If I

If I
The heartbeat of my life is slowing,
And my love has stopped from flowing.
My will is getting weak,
And my thoughts becoming bleak.
My time is growing short it seems,
For I can find no hope to glean,
A ray of light into this death about me.
Alone I stare into the deep.
The train of death awaits my seat,
And day by day I am more convinced,
My time upon this earth is spent.
A coward’s death I do conceive,
For I can find no true reprieve.
From the pain of shadows cast by dreams,
That never came to bless me.
But sometimes I think if I could shed a tear,
A tear for loved ones gone,
A tear for sorrows song,
A tear for men torn down,
By cruelty’s biting sound,
A tear for God’s lost souls,
Living shame and waxing cold.
If I could shed a tear,
Perhaps I would know God is here,
Instead of somewhere in my mind,
When I think of better times.
Oh lord, please help me cry.
Please help me cry so I don’t die.


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Above the future

the sky is now so savage,
the beautiful blue is a memory,
the lands of lifes are dieing
in mountains of lies and sins.

how strange are the seas in this moment,
just lost horizons and tormented lifes
with metals of justice moving
disasters on the fields of time.

the salt from our wounds is burning
and the ash of our hopes stand still,
the light from this deep darkness
is's not coming back, never will. 

our flesh is starting to fall,
the air is leaving us cruelly,
our eyes are looking for relief
but heat is overwhelming.

the mind of a nation so old
is praying divided and confused,
is searching its cold body
for so many years abused.

we raise our souls to the sky
waiting the Lord to take us home,
and days like clocks are still spinning
but our time to go hasn't come.


Details | Epic | |

The Beast

This is an epic tale I shall unwind
Of a beast born to keep us blind
He lives in a time not to far away
This is a present yarn I spin today
All the worlds countries united as one
Lost in the plight of one mothers son
The Anti-Christ risen to the mark of the beast
As the entire world blindly sits down for the feast
Crime is defeated there is peace in the land
Just take the bar code to the back of your hand
Long before this day the story was told
Who is the King he who holds all the Gold
I often contemplate if he knows what he does
For all that is written shall be as it was
Solve all the worlds problems well know this as true
If you seek an answer your computer gives it to you
The entire world is at the tip of your fingers
No need to go out just stay here and linger
Banking from here flashes up on the screen
You'll have more time to ponder and dream
So you wish to shop let me offer some sites
Pay with a number it'll be shipped overnight
Stop to consider the old word Foundation
Join with the rich to feed every nation
No need to worry there is nothing to chance
Just sit at your computer lost in my trance
The old ways diminished the world is new
If you're seeking love the computer finds it for you
If your not seeking love it offers you lust
For pleasing everyone is truly a must
It's entered our factories as well as our stores
Hell it's even taken over our wars
Crime will be defeated by the watchful eye
As another satellite takes to the sky
Without the Honor of war there is no need to fight
War machines controlled by the beast of the night
I treasure the stories, the stories of old
Where brave men fought with hearts of gold
When the keeper of dreams was our Lord
And to kill a man you made the sword
When marriage was Till death do us part
Parents nourished and protected their children's hearts
When family's were like the limbs of a tree
Spreading no further than they needed to be
With those days gone and all but forgot
The Souls of man has started to rot
Before long as men sit down to feast
They will offer thanks unto the beast
Science is driven know this is true
To reason all the faith out of you
They teach our children we evolved from a cell
Can you see how far our country has fell
As the Beast sits back with his evil grin
Having faith in the Lord has become a sin
As God is removed from the allegiance we say
Well exactly who do our leaders follow today
Oh thats right we are all seeking gold
As the story of the beast starts to unfold




© 2007 Michael Jordan


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Destiny

tomorrow wonders
why we assume it’s promised…
no one knows the hour


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good bye

Good Bye
Never did I want to say goodbye
To say it’s not selfish, it’s a lie
I remember the good times we had
Emotions I felt, happy, sad and glad
And now your hand I hold so frail
Almost time for your soul to sail
They say you don’t have much time to live
Your love, there’s not much more to give
The pain in you I can only see
I can’t let go, no power in me
I’ll never forget my love for you
See your reflection in the morning dew
One day soon we shall meet again
Reminisce the good, remember what’s been


Details | ABC | |

No more Tears

     Hush now my 
dear no more tears 
shall fall, what once 
was, is no more, so 
hush now no more 
tears.
 Take my hand don’t 
look back, it’s time 
to heal and let him 
fade ,hush now no 
more tears his love 
for you forgotten, 
yes your biggest 
fear , come with me 
I can set your pain 
free ,it’s up to you 
and me he will no 
longer be , so hush 
my dear no more 
tears your heart 
goes black for all 
that you have done, 
what once was is 
done, take my hand 
don’t be scared let 
me set you free, 
look into my eyes 
give me all your 
sadness and fears, 
hush now you 
scared soul lay back 
let me take control, 
stop fighting and 
crying for he has 
moved on time to 
let  one last tear set 
you free, hush my 
dear there goes the 
last tear this will 
only burn  for a 
minute, then my 
broken girl you will 
be set free, you look 
at me with fear your 
heart begins to fade, 
follow the light my 
child it’s time to 
fade away, your 
blood drips down 
the table I can hear 
the cries poor out, 
they fill the room 
with fire as your 
body goes numb 
your mind begins to 
slip away, hush my 
dear there goes 
your tears, the pain 
is gone and so are 
you.
 They all gather to 
shed their tears over 
you as they say 
goodbye, in a 
whisper through the 
air they hear your 
voice say hush my 
loves don’t cry I will 
always be hear, as 
the years go by  
your children hold 
you close, the man 
you broke still 
remembers  the 
days he held you , 
as his day comes to 
a long lived end he 
takes on last breath 
and hears you say, 
hush hush my love 
it will be okay take 
my hand I will show 
you the way, now 
your time is endless, 
no more grey ,your 
hearts are warm the 
tears no more, you 
walk away as 
one ,never looking 
back hush my dear 
your safe now let us 
disappear.


Details | Free verse | |

Reality of Mortality

Each cock that crows in the morning
mourns the death of dusk.
The silent sunrise reminds sages of the 
reality of human mortality.
Thirsty, mother-earth drinks the teardrops 
from the soiled skies;
ever hungry, the garden feasts on  feeble leaves
from trees in autumn;s wake.
Each new moment dances with radiant rays,
only to be nailed on a nocturnal cross
when shadows betides. 
Every being with blood and breath 
entered a pact with vanity before birth;
Human existence is a sacred script 
scribed with an invisible ink...
writing nothing on something.

The reality of yesterday 
cannot rid today of its obscurity,
uncertainty sweetly sleeps in the 
womb of... time to come,
time and chance melt into memories,
memories that roam in the human mind.
Years, months and days distil
into sweet and sorry stories.

Moments is what life offers us 
on a platter of preference:
a time to live and a time to leave 
this world of wealth and want;
seasons stop by to sigh-- 
weather whispers words of wisdom.
we are who we are; the earth 
exists in spaces and stratas.
The sinking sand on which we stand
is willing and waiting,
it will take nothing from us 
but that which we cannot afford:
Nothing but the dignified dust that we are.

I know two mindless weights
that make all things equal:
Twenty-four-hours-a-day and 
six-feet under mother-earth.
Alas, there are two dates not 
hidden from the lustful gaze of fate:
when the womb opens the 
narrow gate to human existence
and when the tomb opens wide
the gate to extinction… afterlife.
There is going to be a word on the marble 
that we will not live to write or read,
Yet it will be a concise piece of our deeds;
all what we wrote on life.
Time and chance will knock again 
and again on the door of destiny;
So, cloister your memoir with courtesy
 while you yet live in this frail field.
Only few men crave the den of darkness,
dust and ashes, but it is the truth is
that all men will run into it at a point in time;
There is a time to be born 
and a time to bid life farewell,
Twain moments that sandwich the opportunity 
...to live for humanity or live in mediocrity.
Adeleke Adeite © September, 2012.

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Distorted Sunrise

she knew that road well
traveled it many times
in the past
that was the past
but when asked
she said "i do"
although she knew
knew it too well.

he knew too
probably more so than her
of troubled times
and sleepless nights
until the doors 
slammed him awake
time and time again.

he took a new step
a different path
she followed him
down the narrow aisle
and when asked
said "i do"
until...

the moon, almost full term
stalked the sky
and poisoned his mind
until the night air
became thick, and muffled with screams
as it coughed up two lives
and painted an unborn sun
on a makeshift horizon
of asphalt and gravel
in a quiet town
that cries itself to sleep
down a road
it never knew existed.

she knew
and when asked 
said "i do"
until death
do us part.

the doors
slammed him awake
time and time again
he knew that road
got sidetracked
now found his way back
but he knew
hell would be a lonely place
when the door
slammed him awake.

he walked it anyway
to the beat 
of steel and asphalt
mingling with
stolen beads of sweat
from a crimson rise
that will never come
through lifeless eyes

or a door
that slams him awake
time and time again.




(about a convict that was released in a halfway house in the town i lived in...a quiet town...he remarried his wife...days later, he took her life and her daughters as people walked the streets....)


Details | Free verse | |

Station Bench

Everyone is a child's child.

Everyone is grown some
little, some hardly at all.

Everyone is one
until they are none,
no more.


Details | ABC | |

As at the cinema

The life made a film just for me 
was my producer. 
I was the actor and the creator. 
I created every day as my last one. 
The end of the film was unknown...
Precisely as at the cinema

Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved


Details | Free verse | |

Grim Reaper

The reaper's here,
he's come for me,
to take my soul,
and set me free,

no time left for me,
it doesn't matter what I wasted,
nor where I have gone,
or done for thee,

no time left to cry,
the reaper's here,
he's ready to fly,
you see,

he grabs my soul,
from my bodily temple,
pulls it from me,
as my body goes limp,
my soul's flying on the breeze,

as I fly through time and space,
the valley's of peace I do grace,
cause I know at last,
that my soul is set free,
n' the reaper's here for me.

Razorblade © 2012


Details | Narrative | |

There is Life Beyond Death's Door Part IV- (Most Awesome Paranormal Experience)

stammered, “Because, if Brian ran away, I saw him earlier today, downtown!  And  
he bought me an ice cream cone! And we talked and were even laughing at a joke 
I’d just told!  He was all dressed up and I asked him where he was going all 
dressed up on a Saturday. He just laughed and said that, he was on an errand and 
he was going back home. He said that he would see me later.  Then I said that I 
would come by to tell him about the trip. We said good bye and he walked away!

Papa’s face turned to stone as he starred in silence, and poor Thomas just stood in 
that spot like a statute.  My oldest sister or someone asked him what kind of 
clothing Brian was wearing.  He answered that Brian was wearing a grey suit, white 
shirt and a burgundy bow tie! He described the outfit down to the shoes Brian 
wore. With that said, Papa, wide-eyed called was rising out of his chair in slow 
motion as he called out to Mama to come and hear this.  Slowly, his tall frame stood 
in silence. Those were the exact clothes that Brian was buried in. There is no way 
Thomas could have known what kind of clothing Brian had been buried in because; 
his parents weren’t at home when he returned from camp.  He had returned much 
earlier than was expected. He didn’t unpack his bags, being in a hurry to get to the 
store downtown as they closed early on Saturdays. After, he would go and visit 
Brian to share about the trip.  Brian’s burial clothes were all new and made by the 
local tailor!  Thomas ran out of the house and my Father ran after him. The grieving 
had begun all over again. We never did see our dog, Blackie again.  The following 
year we moved away.  I am grateful for memories because even though my brother 
Brian died long ago, I still remember his handsome face, even his voice, the way he 
walked, his beautiful smile, and the many times he would carry me up on his 
shoulders to safety in escaping from an abusive uncle.

Next time I see my brother Brian, we will be together again, this time forever.


Details | Free verse | |

Wanderer

A dusty old town-so quiet
a man, a traveler
takes off his pack-so heavy
and reclines for a rest.

they dont know his name, they never do
they wont even bother to ask
he troubles them-his mysterious past
leads them to prejudiced views

but were one to ask, for if naught but a name
what would this traveler say- would he speak?
a word, no. a name, he would give them and pass
"Im Wanderer, the world is my street."

Wanderer-what a name
does it signify much of his life
or is it a code- a cypher?
an enigma to his past.



Details | Free verse | |

Edifices of time

Edifices of time.


Edifices of sculptured beauty – 
Filled with Angels song 

Harmonious sounds that fill 
Earth’s crumbling corridors-

Like the sands of time-
That falls through life's hourglass, 

Mere shadows - of life’s eternal beauty-
Etched in pain - is a world’s agony- 

A broken heart - pain like nails  
That pierces Holy hands 

On Death’s wooden blood stained door
The rose of Sharon declares His everlasting love 

Beyond this crimson wooden cross of human suffering 
Lies the corridor of hope 

And eternal glory - Above 
Just beyond the grave.

 


© Brenda V Northeast   8 Feb. 2009 


Details | Rhyme | |

Lotus Blossom

She like the willow weeps,
as the passage of time creeps.
Apple blossoms petals fall,
She a delicate porcelain doll.

The sweet jasmine night warm,
a calm before the storm.
Lightning flashes in bespeckled haze,
Hope ebbs to an obscure decay.

A kimono of lotus blossom white,
She swathed in stardust that night.
Butterflies adorned her raven hair,
She awaits her dragon warrior there.

A top the weathered bamboo bridge,
Eyes scanning the horizon's ridge.
The channel over waters so serene,
With tendrils of rose vines, yellow, green.

Trailing in the bittersweet waters of sorrow,
Promises fragmented for tomorrow.
The beauty couldn't calm the tears,
His absence confirmed her fears.

Midnight came and departed,
A fragile love brokenhearted.
Her dragon warrior gone to war,
Had not returned like times before.

Gossip whispered of his death,
A brave hero till his last breath.
With faith she steadfast held tight,
But crumbling, it vanished that night.

Season's cycle will gentle a loss you feel,
In time a wounded heart will heal.
Lotus blossom, please don't cry,
Lament to the winds a woeful good-bye.


Details | Rhyme | |

I miss you

I miss you
each and every day

And I wonder if
This pain will ever go away

Its been a year
Since you've been gone

But it gets harder
As time goes on

I miss being
Daddy's little girl in your eyes

I'm happy the time we had
Was filled with no lies

I miss you
So much it hurts me

To think you couldn't
be there to see

See me walk
Down the isle

To a man you have
known for a long while

Daddy I miss you
More than you will ever know

It is hard knowing
I have to let you go

I know you
Are in a better place

Oh how I would love
to see your smiling face

When you said
"Life is too short" 
That was completely true

I wasn't ready to let you go
That is why I miss you 


Details | Rhyme | |

My final Goodbye

This is my story My final goodbye I’m sorry to leave this world in such a hurry But it seems fate has finally decided it’s my time to die; I tried my hardest not to let you down, Spending most of my life hiding an endless frown, Always putting on a big smile whenever you came around, But now everything has been flipped upside down all because I’m no where to be found It’s been too late for far too long My whole life was just a balancing act all along Don’t stop reading in the middle of my poem Because by time you read this I’ll have already been gone No one could have helped me I never wanted to cause such a big scene But I need you to realize I never wanted you to see Therefore you only seen what I could never be So when you read this and you begin to ask yourself why Just remember I loved you and I don’t want you to cry I don’t want you to blame yourself so don’t even try This was my decision, not fates, I decided I wanted to die.


Details | Rhyme | |

Lost Youth

Long ago I lost a friend
Much too young to die
His death was hard to comprehend
We were kids with so much life

We played our music on summer days
Without a care in the world
Drove around town with nowhere to go
And talked about pretty girls

Just being boys and about to be men
So much to learn about life
A war being fought in a far away place
Didn’t give it much thought at the time

On veterans day I visit his grave
Say hello and offer a prayer
And remember all the happy days
When life was a forever affair

Terry died in a war torn jungle
So very far from home
I remember the day I got the news
I knew my childhood days were gone

I’ve made mistakes had good times and bad
I’ve watched my family grow
I know the joy grandchildren can bring
And lived long with the woman I love

I would like to think Terry gave that to me
The gift of life with time to grow old
I hope he knows by his friends he is missed
See you again Terry when it’s my time to go



Dedicated to my friend and fellow United States Marine,
Private First Class Terrance Melvin Johnson
Semper Fi, Terry and God Bless


Details | I do not know? | |

Quintessence

Dormant,
   I wake by the stream.
Past is the future of dreams.
I have been here before
Within this arctic wilderness, my core,
Silent as stone,
Lost and alone,
By myself
Once again.

Here now
   Before me, these tears
I had shed upon last lying here
Let crystals describe
Who I was back in time,
Shattered and broken;
Words left unspoken
As I see
Once again.

Snow on the bank,
Ice on a lake,
Frost in the trees,
Words in the breeze.

Over me,
   Cast through a tree,
A crooked cross crucifies me.
Above me, the sky
Filters all of the light,
Cracked and condensed,
A canopy bent
O'er this world
Once again.

Gray of the sky,
Black of the night,
Whispers of trees:
Truth told to me.

Here now
   I see what I was,
The shadow the truth of this cost.
Let rain effervesce
In this true wilderness,
Fractured and bent,
This petrichor scent
Is my soul
Once again.

Dormant,
   I sleep by the stream.
Future is past of a dream.
I will be, here again,
Washed away in the rain,
Silent as stone,
Alive and alone,
By myself
Once again.


Details | Diminished Hexaverse | |

This World

This world screams at you.
"Your birth insults me,
and I will break you.
Feel time slip away,
And your loves destroyed."

"I never stop.
Relentless Time.
Hounding your mind.
Slaving to eat."

"Crushing you.
Twisting you.
Molding you."

"Until
You Are."

"Dead"


Details | Free verse | |

Where Is Heaven - A collaboration with Jack Blackman

(The sorrowful lover)
I was first to see her,
Her beauty was aglow.
I moved across the room,
approached her nice and slow,
and told her that her smile
was transcendent of Heaven.

I was Airst to know her,
So many years ago;
and she I loved so true.
How much you cannot know.
Then you came to take her -
To take away my heaven.   
 ....You took away my Heaven.

(The angel of death)
I have known her since birth.
I even watched her grow.
I am the Grim Reaper,
and my hand brings much woe!
Her death was predestined,
And thus I took your Heaven.

I pity you your loss -
Death is my job you know.
Your own time will soon come;
the time for you to go!
Until then keep hoping 
to find your love in Heaven.


Note: Jack Blackman was "The Sorrowful Lover" (he wrote the first two stanzas)
I was "The Angel of Death" (I wrote the last two stanza's)


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RETURN TO HELL - Monsieur L'Vampyre

 MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE Return To Hell
Tonight love flies from where love never seems
to occupy, it comes from time somewhere,
and long ago, from emptiness of dreams
you've long forgot, but they are steaming there

deep in the night, from where I've spread my wings
and fly into your life in need of me
but be aware, sometimes my love it stings
upon your neck but sets your spirit free;

and then we fly through all of time and space
into the mist that's lifting cool and blue
back to the forests long burned by the race
straight to the heart of love that bothers you;

and you will love me like you've loved before
when you were someone else demanding more.

Take wing my love! There's naught your heart should fear
It's just like deja vu or times gone by
look deep into your death--love will appear
your love will never let your spirit die

and all are just as undead as I've been,
the only difference is you you come and go,
while dying as you have I've never seen
nor had the peace of mind the dead all know.

but love is constant in my life and heart
demanding blood be pumping through my vein
and when you feel my bite you'll be a part
of everything I've ever been, again.

Yes you have lived before and loved too well
and that's the price you pay to live in Hell.


Details | ABC | |

let me be

I'm through with living in these and shackles and chains,
erase me now, set me free from this world,
where blood pours and tears rain,
to a land of love, set me free from these chains,

I’m through with living a life of which i do not belong,
erase me now, let my life begin,
in a world thats just right, where there is no wrong,
let me for once feel that i finally belong,

I'm through with this life that carries on forever,
erase me now, show me my end,
let my soul and my body escape together,
no part of living says you'll live forever,

I’m through with living in the land of the blind,
erase me now, let me see where i lay,
forget who i was, my true soul i must find,
open up the world to which once i was blind,

I’m through with living I’m done with the hate,
erase me now, let my true love embrace,
let me not change my future, let me accept my fate,
show me how to be, teach me not of hate.

I'm through with living where i can not be me,
erase me now let me delve ever deeper,
let my mind dance let my heart run free,
where i think not of them, I proclaim of only me.

I'm through with living, my time is now,
erase me now, to never be forgotten,
to escape from this world, just show me how,
the end is finally here, my time is now.

darkness will fall, bring my eyes to rest, 
darkness will fall, no beat in my chest,
peace it will bring, to finally be me,
peace it will bring, to finally be free.


Details | Rhyme | |

Heart You Stole

Love, the most beautiful torture.
I dreamnt of, the time when you were her.
I'll steal the diamonds, that sparkle in your eyes.
The haunting winds, see through her lies.
You're so blind, for it's my turn to sneak.
Too many times you've whined, now she's too weak.
Laughing at your despair, crying at her pain.
No longer do I care, as you leave your blood stain.
Can't you be quiet, your screams make things worse.
Her inner riot, inspires this verse.
Why the tears, weren't you so strong?
Those haunting years, relive in this song.
I tried so hard, to help you live.
I'm left so scarred, for you're so abusive.
So now I hope you see, that death is near.
You've messed with me, so welcome this fear.
She's not real, for she's a demon in disguise.
So much sorrow I feel, watch the horror in her eyes.
All the things you do, are killing me slowly.
Watch the death through, then you'll see.
We're all getting older, yet you refuse.
Your heart growing colder, for she's left to abuse.
This fire burns, no one can stop me now.
As the tide turns, the pain I can't allow
Two bullets, straight to her head.
No one forgets, for now you're dead.
I watch the crimson, flow from her body.
Now I'm done, with this animosity.
Why do you stoop so low, what have I done wrong?
Am I the last to know, why you've lived so long?
I have no control, time for you to leave.
The demon without a soul, bids you not to breathe.
Time to repay for the heart you stole, death'll help you believe.


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The Call of Raven's Lost Lover

I cannot believe it.  It cannot be!
His voice is emanating from this cemetery.
My lost lover is beckoning me.
“Raven” is the call I hear quite clearly.
What I hear and see cannot be reality.
Louder and louder I hear this sound.
His voice is coming from under the ground.
Do I move closer?  Do I dare?
I tread through this dark early morning air.
I can remember the last time when we kissed.
Oh my gone lover, you I have sorely missed.
Oh, how eerily rises this morning mist.
He left exactly one year ago today.
In this cemetery his body will stay.
A swarm of ravens circles me this morning.
Should I take their shrill cries as a warning?
Are they saying my time to go is now due?
My lover is calling me.  What should I do?


For “Among The Dead” contest held by A Rambling Poet
By Robert Pettit


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Death Note

Death Note
Joanna Davis

Don’t burry me beneath the ground,
where no light nor air, are found 
And no star within my sight,
to lead me to the purest light
Don’t burry me in the cold, damp earth
where a tomb will cradle my rebirth
I’ll take the wings of fire’s dust,
when I die, as we all must
I’ll dance within its flickering flame,
before I depart to whence I came.


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Neglected World

I utter
Words of regret
I mutter
Words of neglect

I’m anxious
‘cause I don’t feel right in this state of remorse…and I’m tainted by solitude
I’m nervous
‘cause I feel like a downright disgrace…and I’m filthy and nude
I’m upset
‘cause I don’t feel like I belong in this world…and I’m jaded
I’m in debt
‘cause I’ve been feeling like a total failure…and I’m manipulated

I flutter
Beyond the world’s reach
I surrender
I accept my fate…unable to screech

I’m afraid
‘cause I feel powerless in this world of wretchedness…spewing forth malice 
I’m prayed
‘cause I’m constantly waiting for Your mercy…full of spiritual bliss
Then again, there is no hope planted on this earth
There is no sign of peace.
No sign of mirth. 
No sign of ease. 

Signs of doom
Carries the clouds of gloom
And releases agony
And disparity   


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SECOND HOLOCAUST

            SECOND HOLOCAUST
We hear them now, the beating bass of drum,
the marchers, though loose-knit, from Wall Street's rolls,
too soon will turn to cadence; those who come,
all have no memory of Hitler's goals.

Their good intentions caved in, to survive,
to placing blame to where it shouldn't go!
And all too soon, the buzzing of the hive
lays every blame to things we shouldn't know.

Though mournful is the tune that plays along
to every drumbeat, calling for return
of nights of death--the old recall the song,
but much too late recall how bodies burn.

And Stars of David are replaced on every wall,
by Swastikas demanding rights for all.
Scary.


Details | Free verse | |

Lucky charm

Breaks an egg and out comes the sun
Begging for forgiveness
For lighting
Ducks sailing on the spikes
Women watching them trough keyholes,
Light diffracted into Meduses-
My happy face
Circularly deformed-
The brave man behind lens
Is the sunset’s zipper
Of the blue eye spot-
Her face – mechanic eyes
Lied on the floor, naked-
A pomegranate breaks beside her-
Lucky charm, said someone –


(originally written in modern Greek and released in February 2006 from Nocturnal 
Publications – translated here by the author)


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Painkiller

My time is running late, 
I’m under the spell 
Of my dreams 
And all this hurt 
That cracks through my lips.
I silently sob and drain
My tears
So as not to wake you,
But still my time’s not here.
Lost in this
Anesthetic trance,
I try to move my heart or soul.
All is numb 
But my manners
As I spit this ache at you.
I want you to wake and hold
My face.
Wound your glare within
My cheeks, flaming with this
Unfathomable injure.

My time is running late!
Won’t you please stab my heart
And leave me with just the blackness
Of my dreams?


© 2009 Stefania Carmen Misaila


Details | Free verse | |

Writer's Paranoia- 3

I wipe the sweat from my brow
waiting
   hoping
      praying.
I made my submission four weeks passed,
it took even longer to write my piece, 
3 months to be exact.
As I stare at the blank screen,
the paranoia sets in and I think to myself
The publishing company will know it was me,
they will know the acts created were of my own.
I did not mean to murder her, my wife.
It was her laziness that finally set me off.
I just asked her to iron my shirt, 
she couldn't even do that right.
At first I thought that the iron had slipped,
it was then that I realized, as the moments passed,
that my hand was wrapped around the iron,
gripped tight.
From then on, after this sudden realization,
I figured it wasn't so bad after all,
at least I had something to write about for my next piece.
So now I sit, here, staring at the blank screen
as the paranoia sets in.

-Caroline Youngless


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Time

I've felt the warmth of the sun
And the cool summer rain
But nothing compares
To the touch of your hand

You're gone for the moment
No time for goodbyes
Only sleep gives me comfort
Only dreams gives me time

To say what I wanted
A chance to be free
From the pain and the heartache
When you're next to me

And your voice and your touch
Becomes more than a dream
And you remind each day
As time passes away
You're forever with me 


Details | Elegy | |

Reset

Don't be afraid to go back in time and see the life you lived. 
Artificial smiles in a world stained with pain. 
People you trusted, you deemed as your friends. 
Only later they were icing on a cake. No one's understood you.
A book by its cover, they threw you away. 
Your heart's vulnerable, breaking to pieces day-after-day. 
Don't give up. It's not the end.
If everyone's turned their backs on you, know I'll be always there for you 'till the end.
Like shadows that never fade, it's inevitable for your angel not to walk away. 
So don't look down in tears. Just take my hand and I'll kill away the pain.  
I'll do all that I can to help you shine bright once again. 
Through death and hell, I'll forever be your friend. 
On a bed of nails, we won't turn pale. 
Don't give up. It's not the end. 
When everyone's turned their backs on you, 
know I'll be always there for you even after my end. 
Six feet under, my heart won't mend. 
Everything that has an ending has a beginning in the end. 
It's not the other way around. 
So turn around, my dear, 'cause it's time to leave our mark.  
It's the series finale of what had been. 
Two will become One. 
One will leave a legacy for the world to learn its inconsistencies. 
Let's hit the reset and see the bliss tonight. 
Because the end is not the end.


Details | Lyric | |

My pernicious thoughts

My pernicious thoughts
is loosing me,
unscrewing me,
and killing me.

My scary musings
is taking me
on a rigmarole
to nowhere, it seems

Like a vagabond
with no direction,
it keeps pulling me
to all directions.

And surely soon
it will leave me blue.
One mighty pull will it take
to fill me full again.

My pernicious thoughts
keeps loosing me,
unscrewing me,
and killing me.

And, i can't fight it.


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Come

Come, let us walk this broken street, you and I; 
Explore the infamy we share before we die. 
After all, will death not seize man's birthright 
When this day gives way to night? 

Signposts all along the way, today, 
Creaking in the autumn wind as they sway 
And swing their monolithic rhapsody - 
No time to gently die with dignity; 
Our tongues so rough and dry 
Must see the wasted remnants 
Of the world, before we die. 

You ask me why? 
Observations made though flawed as art, 
Is all we have as we depart. 
Our eyes observe for those whose 
Eyes have long been pearls 
Within the locusts' den 
Where fog and dust now swirls. 

I hear no sound of water's drip - 
All is rock and pebbled sod. 
No sound of wind-whipped sail 
On seabound ship, 
Nor voices raised in praise of God. 

All be still at His last will! 

Come, let us turn this corner to the past, 
For there is where we find 
All unexpected treasure mined 
Will never last; 
Our blood can boil 
In passion's heat, 
But cools and turns to dust 
- complete - 

After all, will death not seize man's birthright 
When this day gives way to night? 

Where are the jewels once sparkling in the sun 
And woven through her black and braided hair? 
The pyramids stand idle, each and every one, 
Above the bones that wither there. 
Was not their time as equal then 
As ours is equal now? 

And who should steal the sacredness 
Within the sacred cow? 
Those who follow desert prophets proud, 
Or those without perception 
Shouting loudest from the crowd? 

Hear the purloined jester chuckle from the grave. 
His light and airy voice spoke truth 
About the grayness of the cave - 
Plato's shadows tell the tale, 
How reasoned men will surely fail. 

After all, will death not seize man's birthright 
When this day gives way to night? 

Come, and you will see the mystery 
That none have seen before - 
The glory of society 
Before the tyranny of war. 

Nothing stays unique 
Beneath this vast expanse of sky - 
Lest brightness buries bleak 
Which is unique, 
As you and I pass by. 

Come, if you will, 
Notice all these brittle leaves 
Upon the broken street, 
So still, 
As autumn breezes cease - complete. 

After all, did death not seize man's birthright 
As this day gave way to night? 


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The End of The Day

Where do you stand
At the end of the day
When all that you are
Just slips away

Did you love enough
Help someone lost find their way
When there was quiet time 
Did you pray

Did you ever weep
For for the loss of a stranger
Or try to help someone
Regardless of the danger

Did you ask for forgiveness
When you hurt another
Or love a friend so much 
You called him brother

Did you give to your neighbors
Sacrifice for your nation
Give your soul to God
And seek salvation

When your time comes
And your soul slips away
While facing the Lord
What will you say

So, where do you stand
At the end of the day
When all that you are
Just slips away


Details | Sonnet | |

THE CYBERLOVE

........THE CYBERLOVE
Through time and space, you've come and found me here,
at first I guessed that you were only dreams,
that come and go, so far away, yet near,
and in a time where nothings as it seems.

Too much of you fell on me from the start,
from out of night, where winds of love are blown,
deep in another time, as if a part,
of all I've ever been and ever known.

Deep in a candle flame, that burning sight,
I feel you near, across the universe,
and touch your love, bounced from a satellite,
and make of you my blessing and my curse.

No matter--you've become my love again,
from out of cyberspace, where you have been.
..............© ron wilson


Details | I do not know? | |

loans


You know u got it hard
when ur a single bachelor heart broken with a bachelors
tell your mother in the eye you're considering moving faster, selling weed and coke its a disaster.
This happens in Astoria as the 7 rides by, true story , emotions real, **** the other mans lies.

Its not that i cant make it , just hate to have to prove it.
I got swag for days
mofo dnt make me come to the edge blast it and walk a way like its a peaceful movement 
U dnt know me, neither does my  mirror or the illuminati file
Have no time for puppy love i kick these biches out the bed faster than gile.
babygirl im not a player i just tell you what sounds best its the way i deal with life  
sometimes i pray by being depressed, 

no captain save a hoe thats just a crazy dedication you boys are devadasi lovers thats just the iceburg devastation 
So much pain in the world and  we need more liberals in Liberia Sometimes hurt people hurt people so we left to Monroe and taught  what we learned from those people 

This isnt the west point im talking bout the real west point the slum of the world where we get no worse and have no point , to live or to die just to live die when a grown man cries.
 
we come to  a point where its not biggie or 2 pac but we take a big look to the pot where aids getting busy , drinking blood from the body , same as the first , death is a lie,believe it or not. Aids is out to attack every women needs a man, every hand is on the shoulder, Mothers did loving, whats the point liberians, she never had money so she started sucking dick, a pretty young women is another mans slave, mother did loving now the pharaoh got aids on her face

In syria shits about to get serious, shutout to the fsa where *****doesn't go our way so farmers and colleges students pick up aks to let metal spray from a triger to a hand made bomb made out of pieces from the ash tray. embreasing death happy as can be, the fastest and shortest drug int the world is dying for your family. Hustling hard to breath at a time where interest has replaced everything including humanity, **** the richs robots have replaced leaders and thats paratly for me to blame cuz i havent prayed properly. He looks at where his interest are and works there. But his heart is dead consciousness is finished 













-+


Details | I do not know? | |

Unknown Feelings

will i ever be whole,
without a darkness inside,
it swirls around in hunger,
wanting to taste the blood,
to feel the teeth sink into the vein,
the iron taste of blood calms it,
but time after time it wants more,
so why can't i curb it,
do i have to kill to fill it,
why can't it go away,
i just want it to go away,
to stop acting like a hound after blood,
to stop giving me these feelings of death


Details | Rhyme | |

As We LookThrough Time

As We Look Through Time…

As we look through time, and the kingdoms that failed…
There was much war and wickedness that prevailed!

That there were many things built through my labor.
Mankind can’t still get along with his neighbor.

Even the mightiest of the warriors have fallen!
That day when the winds of death came callin’!

There’s been much heartaches, and many who’ve cried…
As we have all family and loved ones who’ve died!

In spite of all our efforts…  And all we’ve done.
There’s nothing new that happens,
 “under the sun.”

There’s a God in heaven who still reigns supreme.
He know all about us.  He knows
 and sees everything!

Time was divided with Jesus’ death on the cross!
Without him…  Everything is meaningless and lost!

He provides time with hope and an anticipation…
And offers freely, his grace and salvation!

As we look through time, and all God has given.
He still gives us time, for our sins to be forgiven!

Won’t you take time and accept 
what he offers to give you!
He’s waiting! And wants to change and bless you!

This same God, who made this world many years ago,
Can make you brand new!  
And completely whole!

By Jim Pemberton   11/08/12


Details | Free verse | |

Grief

You are hell bound,
Your sounds resound,
A faint echo of my own shadowing reflection.

I grasp a mug from behind the door,
And yet its remains shatter among the tiles,
Glittering like eyes upon the floor.

I know your there to feel,
A knowing familiar smell,
And yet to physically touch you,
My tips can’t seem to dwell.

The mirrors to your past have ceased,
I cannot stare at them as well,
It is enough to see your face,
Each time you set your fearsome spell.

They said you'd left me,
Flashing lights the uniform informing,
And yet how little you have left,
Your time is still yet dawning.

So hold me tight,
Remove the remaining light that flickers in my limbs,
For if I am to be haunted,
I’ll be mourned in church by hymns.   


Details | Free verse | |

Particle Accelerator

That which has come has gone,
This song is sung,
This bell has rung.
This road we walked has
Wound its way home,
To face this moment naked and alone. 

In time we move apart again,
Once touched, ever touching.
Drifting to distant climbs,
The chill fills our soles, or selves, still.
Motionless but ever moving,
Drawn inexorably away. 

Sightless eyes gaze, glazed, upon the heavens,
The stars strewn across the night sky.
Their traces glitter and shine.
Your heart and mine are one again, for a moment. 

The time transcendent, abundant, so all becomes possible.
That which we feared has lost its power
As the flower of our faded youth
Produces seeds. 

The seeds, like stars, are strewn across the night sky.
Their traces glitter and shine.
They are yours,

And mine.


Details | Light Poetry | |

A Ripple In Time

Through the eyes of an innocents one lies
In the mental static of one who soon dies
The trauma of all the things experience
He or She needs lots of guidance
Ones hand grasps the air with hope
When the stars tend to elope
The waves of the years start to show
The winds of old start to blow
When the decay becomes part of the world
As the seas team up and swirled
It opens the moments of sadness
Than after it shows the world of happiness


Details | Free verse | |

Resting place of Mary Jane

Mary Jane was barely sixteen
When they locked her away
For talking very strangely
They readily declared that
she had lost her mind
This so called safe keeping place
Turned into her secret grave
Ninety seven years ago
This sad tale played out
Yet this sixteen year old child
still sadly roams in this place
This dark dreaded asylum
still hears her wailing voice
In the silence of the night
You might still catch her sight
Moving from room to room
Lost in an asylum of
Quantum and space


 Nalanti Goosen©2012 
 All rights reserved


Details | I do not know? | |

Purpose

I've come to this place, 
Without a reason,
Life just makes no sense
What is the point in doing anything
Years from now I wont exist

I look at my hands, I look at my face
I try to figure it out
All this flesh that holds me together
Will someday be in the ground

Beyond my control, without a doubt
I cannot see the purpose
In getting married, in having dreams
In the end it's all so worthless

Each birthday passes, celebration 
til your old enough to see the light
Birthdays are just a harsh reminder
of the years you've got left of your life

But here I am, and there you were
My whole perspective changed cos of you
And although I still go back to that place
Its easier cos I'm with you

You make me laugh, you make me smile
I love the way you make me feel
& when I'm surrounded by a world so blinded
You remind me of what is real

I look at you, & I see a purpose
in all the things I do 
& I'd rather live a life with no answers
Then to not live at all with you


Details | Lyric | |

Freak Show

Hello? Hello? Is anyone here? I am here for the “Freak Show”. Fine don't come out. If you can't see yourself in a mirror, Come here Come here. If you don't fit in, Come here Come here. If you're full of terror, Come here Come here. If your made of tin, Come here Come here. Cause it's time, it's time, for the Freak Show, To unleash their wild pack, To come out of a shack, To show your wild side, To show you won't bite. Cause it's time for the Freak Show, To come out from the dark, To do your freaky march, To come unrap, To lay down flat. It's time for the Freak Show. Down here we don't judge, We don't care if your fudge, If you have flames, Or even fangs, If your made of fur, or if you purr, Come down for the Freak Show. 30 seconds on the clock, Those hands go tik tok, It's almost time for halloween night, Get ready for a real fright! Cause it's time, it's time, for the Freak Show, To unleash their wild pack, To come out of a shack, To show your wild side, To show you won't bite. Cause it's time for the Freak Show, To come out from the dark, To do your freaky march, To come unrap, To lay down flat. It's time for the Freak Show. Just scare those kids, Into little bits, I'm sure they won't mind, It isn't a crime, Invite them inside, For a little surprise, You are supernatural, Or even bichemical. Cause it's time, it's time, for the Freak Show, To unleash their wild pack, To come out of a shack, To show your wild side, To show you won't bite. Cause it's time for the Freak Show, To come out from the dark, To do your freaky march, To come unrap, To lay down flat. It's time for the Freak Show. WELCOME HOME.


Details | Ottava rima | |

GUILT, REMORSE AND SORROW

Guilt, remorse and sorrow
are the unrepressible emotions making me restless...
as they revoke their dreadful images,
leaving hot sweat on my wrinkled pillow,
and though I did hurt nobody but me:
it's a wound that will keep bleeding,
never finding that source of heeling;
and the longer I deny it, the more it haunts me!  



God, give me Your revelation on how I should live,
to avoid the pitfalls that can make me stray;
God, I desire nothing more than mercy and joy!
I tread at the thought of the coldest grave;
locked in a coffin, buried underneath the heavy and damp soil...
with no air to breath, and no sun to feel and no love to give!
God, when my time draws near, all the bells will toil;
and will some of Your angels watch over my resting place?

 

If the main reason for being born is to build moral and character,
which deeds you demand of me that I perform in Your sight? 
My ancestors sinned and I, too, must pay that price: 
being imperfect and committing all kinds of vanities,
and still You consider me Your child and shine light on my path!
How ungrateful could I be with all the loving-kindness,
and undeserved generosity you shower me with...
when guilt, remorse and sorrow are all I have? 



The older I get, the more frightened I am and all the foolishness,
which was evident in my erroneous lifestyle, loses its effect
and grip on me, revealing itself in that contagious and ugly aspect;
and who could return to the sinful ways and do more harm to himself?
I advice others to heed and redeem themselves before time prevails,
and offers no other chance at salvation! When I will be dead,  
this voice will cease to speak...and I won't be found where the evil spirits loom;    
and without guilt, remorse and sorrow I will be another corpse in that tenebrous tomb! 


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Free verse | |

Take Back Time

This never should have happened
It’s really all my fault
Take back time
And put that glass on my wrist

They took you away from me
Just a little too soon
Take back time 
And put that knife through my heart

You lay there motionless
A never ending dream
Take back time
And lay me in that coffin

I’m sorry for what I’ve done
A silent tear on my sorrow
Take back time 
And make it right


Details | Free verse | |

The Old Man From Far Away

this old man is always there
after your soul
no one cares
he's a greedy old man

he wants what you got
all to himself
he'll put you away
like a toy on a shelf

don't give in to his dark evil stare
you may not like it
but he is always there

there shining eyes
filled with greed
run while you can
he hardly let you breathe

run little boys
run little girls
don't fall
or nothing will be yours

he hunts all night
even through the day
 here he comes
the old man from far away


Details | Free verse | |

An Urn in Time - for Dr Clarke, Egyptologist

He was our best, an urn in time
With all the fragments of jewelled history
But now today hear how the bells chime
The griot's pen scroll another pain on memory.

For all his knowledge of the scrolls, 
the dark charon came and rowed him away. 
Surprise translates not in this expectation 
urning lark song and sage alike. 
The griot, `til his yes were dark as the underworld 
of pyramid and tomb, had sung this strange thing 
that substanced splendour and dread with a long shadow from the womb. 
What is death? What is it to dread? 

He who dead kingdoms studied should have known. 
He should have seen the ages past and Egypt's glory gone. 
Dread never did enter that granite mind amidst the crumbling 
of black Atlantic pillars that bore the globe's splendour; 
It eroded mortal heart and urned past. Some tolled sweat 
to sing what time had done outside his fortress window. 
O, he knew by heart how time imperial creeps 
and set itself against all a man's desires, urning them. 
Death is the coming of the night, the silence of the voice, 
the fall of rage like leaf from a temple of a regret. 
For all his griot days of song, he was sad to rejoice 
now the past is dead, and no presence urns the void


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20,000 Days

20,000 Days

Thinking of my life
20,000 days behind me
Days of challenges and thrills
Love and battles completed with valor
So many experiences I had
So many more I wanted to do but never got around to
There were things I should have said
Others I regretted the second they flew from mouth
Did I do everything I could in those 20,000 days?
There was wasted time I know
Feelings that died inside me without a whimper
Others released without abandon to be lost in reality
I am not sure how many days I have left
A mere seven or another 20,000 to look forward to
My body frails with every passing second
The energy I had in now just a fading memory
Will I have the time to do what I never got done?
May I say what I should have or taken back my mistakes
I have no choice how long I will last in this body
Maybe 20,000 days is just enough for a mortal human
20,001 may be too much
19,999 may be one to few for a life to matter
It is all up to the immortals Fates to decide
But, all in all I have led a good life so let the Fates come
I will go with no regrets and a smile on my face
That will be my choice


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The Longest Road

The longest road that I recall,
isn’t very long at all
I used to ride it is a child
on sunny Saturday afternoons
my sister and I play car games
she says “That is your house”
and points to a trailer
I say “This is yours”
and point to a dumpster
Yet we do not worry
what really will become of us
We continue in our coloring books
Along with an old banjo cassette
and when we feel gravel under the tires
and we can no longer color inside the lines
we’ll know we are close to arrival.
My sister graduates from Law school this may
and I am just now getting started
The longest road that I recall
Isn’t really long at all.


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rain of healing time

What if there was rain?
rain that carried time.
bombarded us
with drops of eternity.
making us age.
our hair turn white.
the leaves wither.
the grass burn 
and die.
the buildings mossy 
and unattended.
the swings rusty.
the children who play 
in the rain,
lose their innocence.
the rocks weathered.
battering drops dig 
pits into the cement.
the world turns old,cold,grey.

As I watch it 
from the confines of 
my bedroom window.
guilty of escaping the rain 
that washes away 
our pain.
the rain of healing time.
maybe I should 
catch a drop and 
see my palm swiftly wrinkle.

There is no respite 
from this rain.
all that survives is 
my inner child.
within a shell of a pilgrim 
making his way towards 
the final truth.
trying to find the end 
of time.
sipping the slow poison 
that is this rain.


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Your Embrace

Dear Lord I await your embrace as the weight on my shoulders is getting harder to take
I see the pain and daily lies that we spread its our mask . . our disguise

The pain and suffering is like mystical chains pulling me down to a darkened place,
I know you are with me so I should feel no fear, but it gets harder each day and year by year. 

I write this now with tears looming in my eyes, my strong front hides the pain deep inside;

Your love keeps me going . .  your secret signs show the way, yet I still pray please make the pain go away.


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I'LL SMILE 4 U

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