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Details | Free verse | |

Paranoid love

Tell me that this fear is just paranoia in my mind, 
we're not straining, we're not struggling, 
we're not sinking, we're just fine. 
I'm not perfect my dearest, but damn have I tried, 
and I'll try harder but I know I'll have the same results every time. 
Do you want me all the ways that I am? 
With all the struggles and the tears and the clinging to your hand. 
I fear your getting further and Im left on the shore to stand, 
watching you in the distance with a bullet in my hand. 
Tell me all this worry, its just clutter in my mind, 
tell me not to worry that we're doing just fine. 
Cause Im scared to run you off and I feel Im falling deep. 
And Im so frightened of these thoughts that its getting hard to sleep.
All I know is that the heart wants what it desires, 
because of you the match inside has turned into a fire. 
And I feel the broken glass thats sticking from my skin, 
Wondering if you'll remove the pain or push it back in. 
My hearts frantic wondering if you feel the same, 
pleading and begging for more than just a saying, 
but to feel and to see that im not alone, 
with being in this love thats overwhelming. 
Once I told you that we didnt have a spark, 
but you were lighting up and I was sitting in the dark. 
And this fire, this blaze its wrapped in desire. 
Im terrified to lose you, I think I might die or, 
maybe disappear from all the pieces falling out, 
im going crazy but when i open my mouth, nothing comes out, 
and I cant explain to you why I just need to hold you close, 
why every time you leave Im scared to let you go, 
why these tears are building up behind my eyes, 
all I know is that the heart wants what it desires 
and it desires to be your wife. 
So tell me in my panic, that your words are true, 
tell my my dearest what I mean to you, 
tell me that this paranoia is all within my mind 
we're not struggling, we're not sinking tell me we're just fine


Details | Couplet | |

To All Of You

There are times we are left to cope
With situations that drain our hope

Leaving us full of despair
At how some people just don't care

About the evil that they do
To good people like all of you

We are left to somehow face
That in mankind there is disgrace

And those of us left alive
Must find away to survive

As you pick up the pieces of your life
Without your mother, father, husband or wife

And some of you God forbid
Without the love of your kids

We must band together with a brotherhood
Show that in this world there is some good

Because we are together in this deal
We try to help each other heal

We seek in each other good advice
And offer each other sacrifice

We hold each other in prayer and song
As we continue to re-build the wrong

Because what else in the world can we do
Except let the light of good shine through

The evil darkness and despair
Of a catastrophic lack of care

We want you to know you are not alone
Think of America as a giant cone

And all of us are funneling through
Our prayers and hopes to all of you


Posted for Nathan's 9-11 contest


Details | Free verse | |

The Final Say

As our world spins into this blatant madness Family units like dead leaves, fading fast! Our children lost, good values tossed Idols abound, keeps us in a choke! Excesses, extreme shape our lives The Golden Rule, now a corny joke! A simple guide to can heal our earth-disregarded Yet, in spite of all these, God will have the final say When wars and storms sweep across our earth Leaders ignore the hour at hand Perhaps, the last to stand as men To right the wrongs of history past And re enact laws to seal the cracks! Potent winds arising, already on track Remember, love for man and nature will heal this earth Yes, I believe, in spite of all these, My God will have the final say So let the politicians, argue, fight and scheme Let the liars, deceivers, play their games!” Let death merchants chant their evil anthem “It’s not a child, but a piece of flesh”! While the years like pages torn from a book All blowing away like dust in the wind Gone forever beyond eternity's veil! 'Too simplistic', some claim, that love's the remedy Yet, in spite of all these, I will fear no end, for My God will have the final say! ~*~


Details | Rhyme | |

March of the Reaper

Blue sky turning cobalt
Black cloak in the wind
A skeletal shape
Looking for the innocents sins

Ravens above
In frantic flight
Their master they chase
Decrepit delight

Scythe in swipe
Cutting and swathing
All before him
Bloodied craving

The sands of time
Around his waist
In timely pursuit
His deathly taste

Don't fear the Reaper
For the innocents with no sins
Will rise in their might
And the cleansing begins

The previously fallen
Apparition wraith
Unification of right
As they follow their faith

Cobalt to sky blue
The heavens lights in shine
Don't fear the Reaper
Follow the divine



http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy4.php


Details | Free verse | |

Can You Hear Me?

I never talk to you as much as I should
Just to say thank you for all of your gifts
I take for granted all that you’ve given to me
Sometimes blaming you for all I have missed
And when you come to me I shy away
Feigning I can’t see you or hear you
But no matter where I look you’re around me
In every vivid color and shape of movement
You voice beckoning in all the worldly sounds
I even try to hide myself away from you
Still you find me wherever I go without effort
Cruel and hard or ignorant and fleeting
I’ve been both and you lovingly embrace me
Cursing you at the losses washed upon me
Your hand generously gives without prejudice
Gluttonously taking much more than my fill
When I look back you’ve again filled my cup
All the mistakes I have made and will make
Many of them knowingly and willingly
Still you offer all of your forgiveness
If only I will ask as a son should his father
I’ve broken so many of your rules a multitude of times
Deceiving myself believing you wouldn’t notice
Still you offer me everything you have
When I lay in the dark at night and examine
I hope and fear you and I doubt and pray
I hope you can hear me through all the other voices
Although I fear you don’t listen to me anymore
I force myself to doubt your existence
Knowing the truth unwilling to admit to it
I pray…Dear God…Can you hear me?


Details | Rhyme | |

Daddy Please

Daddy will you hold me and
Tell me I’ll be okay?
Will you whisper in my ear
All the things you used to say

Will you squeeze me tight,
And call me your little girl?
Daddy will you make me laugh
And still give me the world?

Daddy just hold me close,
Please never let me drop
Keep me under your wing,
And please never ever stop

Daddy please I’m hurt
Don’t you see me lying here
Come back and make it all okay
Please come chase away this fear

Daddy hold me close to you
I want to feel your heart
Say you’ll never ever let me go
And never say we’ll part

Tears streaming down my face
Daddy please come here
I need you more than ever now
Daddy please just hold me near

Hold me tightly in your arms
I’m begging, “please don’t let go”
I still need you Daddy
I just thought you’d like to know

Daddy please I want you
Can’t you see me cryin’?
Look daddy way down here
Your little girl is dyin’

Daddy please I’m falling now
Wont you hold me tighter?
This monster is pulling me down
Please make this burden lighter

Daddy please come help me
Can’t you hear me screaming?
Don’t leave me here now
With my tears still falling, streaming

Why don’t you look at me?
Daddy please I’m scared
You saved all the other ones
Why wont MY soul be spared

Daddy please come back
In my heart I miss you
Just comfort me Daddy please
With all the things you used too

Daddy please I miss you
And I’m at my last resort
I’m sorry, but I can’t go on
This is my sad report

Your little girl is missing
Please tell me that you see.
Why don’t you put to rest,
This pain that’s running through me

All I want is you Daddy
So please come just take me home
All I want is you Daddy
I’m so tired of being alone

Daddy why won’t you look at me
Why don’t you care?
Why did you kiss the rest?
But me you did not dare

Daddy hold me close and
Call me your little girl
Tell me it will be okay and
That you’ll still give me the world

Tell me that you love me
Just tell me that you do
And whisper in my ear
All the things you used to

Daddy please hold me closer
I’m starting to slip through
Just please don’t let me go
I can’t do all this without you

Look into my eyes and
Tell me what you see
Tell me that you care and
Still want to set me free

Daddy will you hold me
And catch all of my tears
Daddy will you help me and
Chase all of my fears


Details | Free verse | |

Smoke And Mirrors

Let's live in a fairytale, 
you can chase away the dragons, 
who's smoke breathes to life, 
the nightmares in my dreams.

I can be your Princess,
You can hold me in your arms,
Like a Knight in shinning armor,
And hush away my screams. 

No more wasted time,
with smoke and mirrors,
You're not a Court Jester,
lets speak the truth.

Will you say a sweet goodbye,
Or will you not shed a tear from your eye,
There's a dagger in my heart,
The icy pain is all I need for proof.

Diamond teardrops from my eyes,
Hurry dear, they say you must be quick,
To capture each before they dry,
The tears of when a Gypsy cries.

Are you, nothing more than a collector,
Do I hold no beauty in beggers clothes,
Lets face reality my love, you are no knight,
And neither a Prince if truth is to be told. 

And I am no Princess,
Did I once have you fooled?
Though once we lived as such,
Our love has ever cooled.

Must I break through,
Past the freezing layers of your heart,
To see if the thought still pains you,
Of us being forever apart?

I must open my eyes,
And live in the truth,
That dragons do not exist,
And are just fiction of the soused. 

You will not ever save me,
from their tongues of flame,
But burn me with your own,
And make me feel my shame.

You will not shield me,
from poisened arrows that fall,
but with the anger in your eyes,
I'll feel as if they've broken through the castle walls.

I was once, the Juliet,
That led you to your death,
Venom rampent through your veins,
Revenge seems to be your quest.

At each word you say,
It feels as though I'll die,
My heart breaks and shatters,
And you show no concern of why.

And yet at night you pull me close,
Whispering sweet nectar to me,
That makes me wonder,
Must we still live in their reality? 

Is there hope left for our fairytale,
To have a happy end?
Love like a fairytale, or Harsh Reality,
No time left to pretend, I must know the end.


Details | Lyric | |

While You Sleep

While you sleep I tell you all of the things I keep inside throughout day.
Now that you can hear but not listen I find them much easier to say.
My hopes, my dreams, my fears, and everything in between
Your subconscious hears so keen, or so it seems.
My tongue is soft; I speak so sweetly 
Knowing your reaction will never greet me.

Tonight will be different in what I want you to know.
It has everything to do with what I can’t help but show.
I hold no claim to any religion but you’ve given me a place for my faith.
Somewhere it will never stale or lose its lavish taste.
You’ve shown me something I can see, touch, and feel, 
And so before it I choose to kneel.

I know I don’t say it but I miss you every day.
Sitting, thinking of the perfect words to be my choice,
Yet when you call I can’t find any of the right words to say.
I’m just happy to finally hear your voice.
Even just a moment is enough to sooth my heavy heart;
Fearing the ends of conversations knowing we’ll have to part.

I’ll never be too far from you, always within arm’s reach,
And in your days of darkness I’ll be the light that you will seek.
I’ll never let you leave too far from me, I’ll stay close behind you in this world;
Secretly protecting what is mine, you will always be my girl.
I only want the best for you so the best of me I will employ.
Faithfully yours, I will always be your boy.

I close my eyes and kiss your soft sweet lips
And see the very best of you in loving bliss.
I see past the physical which makes you attractive
And focus on the things I can’t see in which I’m attracted.
Your thoughts I’d love to hear them all.
Of the things you speak disinterest never makes its call.

My day will come, I know someday I’ll be the only one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give, to love unconditionally.
Yes our day will come, I know someday we’ll be as one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give… to love unconditionally.


Details | Ballade | |

Being you

Being you

Accept yourself
That’s all that I can say
Let your inner voice tell you
The way to live your day
Do not be hard upon yourself
That never did no good
Just be happy, never worry
It’s foolish that one should.

Love yourself
Cause you’re a ‘one off’ too
No one else can play your part
Nobody can be you
It’s a lovely world we live in
Let it seep into your soul
Then when you feel at one with life
Twill get you feeling whole.

Most people call me crazy
But I love being me
I do not care what others think
I only like to be
To be this way, it is my right
A gift sent down by fate
I’m so I’m happy being me
Each day to me is great.

14 August 2013 @ 1410hrs.



Details | Double Dactyl | |

Beyond Your End

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Tanka | |

Benefits Denied

expendable lives our elderly, sick and poor benefits denied D.C. may call the shots now God is the equalizer
*Written in honor of John Freeman for his contest "Sayings of Wisdom"


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

indestined

so many times beneath the stars
our lives are lived for fate and scars
infancy seems to abound
from everywhere it screams its sound
too loud to hear the voices true
without a sound, it comes to you
it strikes with force, a fist, a roar!
so strong a warmth you can't ignore
the vision marred by human sense
for now the journey must commence
the trials begin with fervor rise
a gaze glares straight within the eyes
so hard to suffer ends defeat
victories are ever sweet
the sky preludes the next advance
all surety, no happenstance
a place of firm and solid lore
where the light and night I wore
as symbols of forever more
no longer will I toil and chore

-Sam Robinson

Poem genesis from:
Stardust Road
by Poet Destroyer A


Details | Free verse | |

Shower of Tears

It begins with prayer
as I kneel
in my morning shower,
first thanking God
for all the blessings
He has given to me,
then I start
listing those
dear to me.

I think of you,
how much I love you,
and your needs,
I ask for strength and healing,
ask for forgiveness
if I have done anything
to hurt you
and tell God
how I need you.

It’s then that
the tears start to flow
as I let Him know
how very important
you are to me,
why I feel helpless many times
and am unable to help you.

As I try to speak,
my tears are coming down
like the water
in the shower,
soon I can’t even
see or speak.

All I am now
is a crying man,
wanting God to help me,
to help you, to heal you,
to show me how
to be your strong Knight,
instead of someone
just full of tears.

Even if He allows us to stay together
sometime in the future,
I know at times
I will be nothing
but a crying man.

Crying tears of Joy
when you are here,
crying tears of Woe
when you are not.

As you have been here recently
I am doing both right now
and love you too much
to ever stop completely.

My Lady Susan,
this Knight is forever yours
and will never leave your side…
may God continue
to have mercy on us both.

2010


Details | Elegy | |

The Fat Lady has Sung

O harlot of colored scarlet hath divided the spoils The wealthy, well oiled, prophesy uncertainty Thee measures of barley spoil not the oil or wine heavenly leaven is unmeasured, care to take a wager A bird in hand of human man, faith is in the bush O little bird, swish the bush, faith is not a human wish I will laugh at your calamities O harlot I will turn a deaf ear to thy wails of anguish As a queen thou has ruled unjustly Ground the face of the poor of earnest contrite Thy kings shall cast ashes upon their heads And call for the mountains, “Come fall on us!” I will loose the yoke of bondage, Love, sayeth Almighty For it is just in my sight, I have waited for precious fruit You have remained aloof of un-cloven hoof, relieved not poverty Of the absolute you have not partaken, or cheweth the cud Nor forsaken thine own way, Love commands pay... ...of the illusionary substance death of your own logical way


Details | I do not know? | |

The Dandelions Were Listening

I never did the 
''He loves me not....
He loves me'' game
with flowers.
I already knew nobody loved me
so why should I listen 
to a stupid flower? 

I did make wishes 
on dandelions 
after the bloom died
and it was tiny spikes of fluff
waiting to blow away 
till next year.

I hated wasting my time
but I couldn't resist.
I figured
''If there's even a small hope
that this will work....
I've got to try! ''

I would find a spot
where nobody could see me
and I'd whisper
my one wish
the same wish
every time.

Thousands of dandelions 
blown away 
by my pleading breath.

I never told a soul
my wishes.
Until now.
I wished to be happy
one day...
with a husband 
who loves me
and kids who love me.
I wished so hard...

I never thought
those dandelions
were listening.


Details | Ballad | |

The Power Of Pride

As I surmise all that is me strewn and cluttered, 
My conscious lies casually shorn and shuttered, 
For here lie the spoils of stubborn iniquity, 
I shuffle and toil, floundering in frailty. 

Oh what great havoc, what conscious so lewd, 
Creates such traffic which now spoils the fruit, 
Of truly righteous deeds committed by a scurrilous man, 
Of whom I could no better know, no better understand, 

For this terribly lost and forever forlorn soul, 
Is none other than me shivering and sniveling so, 
And as helpless as I suddenly appear to be, 
I now understand the strength pride provides so easily, 

For there is purpose in pride, yet none in shame, 
As ambition carries us blind to who’s at blame, 
And just where is the woe when the devil may care, 
For we are soon found alone, our conscious left bare, 

And as I embark into this desolate place, 
My horrors so dark, my fears crimson in taste, 
Forward I race into the perilous pit, 
With none other to blame for this simple life I quit.


Details | Haiku | |

Silence

Silence can deceive                                        
One's quiet to understand
Another to destroy


Details | Imagism | |

Guilty Reflection

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

The Tranquillizers




                             THE HOSPITAL FAIRYLAND

They walked together, hand in hand,
Into life’s magical fairyland.
Where there was no trouble, where there was no pain.
Where life could really, begin all over again.
Where were no men in little white coats.
Forcing you all, to stuff drugs down your throats.
Forcing you to do, what you didn’t want to.
Telling you it was all for the best, for you,
People shouting, people crying.
Most of the people talking about dying.
What is this hell, we’ve all come to?
It’s called coming off drugs, we all have It to go through.
Where will it end, what will we do?
None of us really, has a clue.
We are given more pills, we are told, we have to take.
To the men in white coats, life’s a piece of cake.
We are the prisoners, they guard the doors.
Some try to creep out, on all fours.
Into hell and back, we go for a ride.
Eventually if we’re lucky, we come out the other side.
Where we can walk, hand in hand.
Into life’s magical Fairyland.
Where there is trouble, where there is pain.
But at least we can start, living again.





Details | Heroic Couplets | |

Stronger Than She Thinks.....

She is a loving mother, 
 her pain is like no other.
Kids taken all at once away.
 A price too steep to have to pay.

Holds her head up high, 
 when all she wants to do is die.
She thinks her pain is masked, 
 but as you see, its no easy task.

She's strong and still fights, 
 even when they say she has no rights.
She dreams of seeing her kids, 
 trying hard to keep the pain hid.

She goes to court and really fights, 
 only to come home alone and cry at night.
Still, she continues this uphill battle.
 Her confidence, they constantly rattle.

Goes to work and tries to smile, 
 as her heart is breaking all the while.
Wish I was a much better sister, 
 who called and let her know I missed her.

I had my own tumultuous issues, 
 it was she who really needed the tissues.
I just had a crappy, low life man.
 By her side her family should stand.

Instead they all give her grief.
 Do they not see her pain will never be brief?
No, they all say they are sorry, but they're full of lies.
 Didn't they know it was her LIFE in demise?

A better sister, I'll try to be.
 Her back she never turned to me.
I hope she knows she's loved and cared for.
 Her smile I'd like to see more.

I know that's no easy task.
 But that I will still ask.
As they push her to the brink,
 She's stronger than she ever thinks.




A combined effort for Kristy.....


Details | Lyric | |

NOT ENOUGH

Just another day
they often start the same
But without any warning
life can quickly go insane

Standing in front of a mirror
lights begin to blink
My son shouts "The house is on fire"
our lives are on the brink

In those next few moments
our house filled with dense smoke
Blinding the eyes from accumulated stuff 
life's true values fully awoke

Doesn't matter if you have little or a lot 
things eventually burn, rust, or rot
If your living to accumulate stuff
the more you have.. 
the more it's not enough

Standing on the street
firemen racing from everywhere
Looking intently at our house
you realize your home isn't there

Home is not brink and mortar
it's not the warehouse of stuff
Home is who you hold on to
when life seems oh so tough

Standing there together
the only possession in my hands
Is the one thing that really matters
My precious family's hands

Doesn't matter if you have little or a lot 
things eventually burn, rust, or rot
If your living to accumulate stuff
the more you have.. 
the more it's not enough

*The words of this poem came to me holding 
my family's hands and watching our house burn

Contest: Linda's #6 
Date: 6-5-14


Details | Free verse | |

The Beauty In Futility

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It doesn’t affect you
and you never deserved me

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


Details | Narrative | |

Remains

Here
In this centrifuge of sanctimony
Where I sip the atrophied air of my ancestors
The shipwrecked tide of my unborn children
Angels dangle from a precipice of silence
Strained by strings of a theoretical God
Sung by eyes of defiance
Which navigate the jagged epitaphs below
Searching
For that one sediment of salvation
That one moment of submission
Hoping he will see
His wonders, atrocities, his indifference
To cast a shadow of conviction
Over shivering light
There
Across the inlet where ivory columns crumbled
And modernity now deftly mumbles
Its fleets of fortune baptized
Nigh the bronze dust of golden millennia
Where history lies with its victims
A fugue of fossilized souls
A silent prayer remains
Here


Details | Ballade | |

Why aren't we happy

Why aren’t we happy?

What is it in the most of us?
We are not how we should be
We should be like a singing bird
Who boldly, in the trees
Sings his song when fear is done
His life just flows along
He only knows the dance of life
So he just sings his song.


And yet we humans live our lives
Enfolded in our fears
Glorifying in the sad
And making this quite clear
As we always speak of doom and gloom
And watch it on TV
And always live our lives in fear
Is this the way it should be?


If only each would take a look
And see just what we be
We never see the flowers grow
Or let our hearts be free
Maybe it’s time to see the truth
Of what this life could be
If we look at life without the fear
And live with mystery.

6 August 2013 @ 1908hrs.


Details | Free verse | |

No Pain.

Help me…

To stand ever resolute
Amongst perpetual ambiguity
That slowly expends me
When I am not vigilant
If I have firmly decided
To walk that razors edge
Where the vile assail me
Allow me the shield
Of His name
Where I will ever feel

No pain…


Details | I do not know? | |

Too young

She held me vice like
frozen to the floor
with just her eyes
those big blue eyes
her lashes were short
but her stories were long
and the tears lasted longer
than I'd ever seen before
In a person so young.
She didn't weep out of want
but out of need
for someone to understand
'too young' I said 
but inside my head
for I had to be strong
she needed someone to depend on
and although i was younger
and couldn't interpret the abuse
I could feel the pain from her eyes
and I knew I needed to protect her
so I gave her a shoulder
and I tried to be bolder
I kept her away from him
whenever I could
slumber parties we lied
just to get her away 
from the clutches of evil
in a normal house
where no one suspected
but I knew it's secrets.


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Where Has Dad Gone, Mama Dear

Where has dad gone, momma dear?
Hush, my little lamb.
Your dad's gone to the thicket dear 
And mad old Abraham

That man went early this grim morn, and took his sharpened knife
And with him took his own first born, to offer up his life
With servants and with firewood, both, they journeyed to Moriah
And on the hillside there they built an altar and a fire

And Isaac, when he heard the plan, went willingly, it's odd
That he should let that daft old man, so worship his cruel god.
Your father, he was passing by, and heard but could not see
And foolishly could not deny his curiosity

So closer did your father scramble peering through the thorns
Unaware of how the brambles tangled with his horns
Just to see a crazy man who planned to kill his kin
Your father did not understand the danger he was in

For then again that mad old man started hearing voices
His god was speaking to the loon and giving him new choices
And so his plan to slay the boy came about to falter
And Abraham, he took your pa and dragged him to the altar

But that was never fair, mama, can you tell me why
When Isaac he was all prepared and well prepared to die
And all had been decided on, so what cruel trick mama
Was played upon that grand old ram, who was my own papa?

Life is not fair, my little lamb, nor is it like to change
And fate plays tricks on all of us, both sinister and strange
So you take care, my little lamb, with this advice from me 
Do not visit places where you know you should not be

The moral of this story dear, is take heed of the odds
And stay away from two-leggies worshipping their gods


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trials and triumphs

it's the last Sunday of the year known as 2010
and i hope next Sunday a new year together we'll begin
as humans we have a habit of looking back over the past year
to hopefully gain a better understanding of all that occured back there
there's nothing wrong with reviewing last year's trials and tribulations
maybe next year we'll have a solution to better handle those situations

in 2010 we made some resolutions and we set some goals 
but did we overcome our challenges or did we lose control?
over our aches and pains, our difficulties, our struggles and our strife
our bouts of frustration, our complications, just trying to live life
we had some trials in 2010 of which we wish we could redo
but we need to remember all the triumphs that somehow got us through
we might not have had a lot of money but somehow the bills got paid
we might have fell into some choppy waters but somehow we learned to wade
we had some illness, we had some issues and we all had some strain
but by the grace of God we triumphed and somehow still stayed sane

in the book of Hebrews a group of people had some trials and tribulations
and when they accepted Christ they came into a godly situation
they took that walk with God, they took that leap of faith
and came to realize that when one's in Christ the devil will be in your face
as its not all peaches and cream whenever a person commits to God
there will be trials and tribulations just keep a prayerful heart
there will be those whom you thought cared about and supported you
who may become your biggest detractors and stomp all over you
but you need to understand that the enemy will have you under attack
just keep your eyes on God and stay on the right spiritual track

as all things are possible with God for He's in complete control
God is God all by Himself and you need to understand that your role
is to trust in Him, believe in Him for through you He gets all the glory
so let your trials and triumphs be a testimony and inspiring story
for you can't have a testimony without having being tested
and there is no triumph without a trial you have bested

you came through some fires and you survived some floods
and all of it was by the grace of God and the power of the blood
you triumphed over death and today you're still alive
you triumphed over the devil no matter how hard he strived
you made it through 2010 standing on the promises of Christ
you had your trials, you had your triumphs and above all you still have life


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Final hour

Final Hour.

The sombre lady spoke to him
It was midnight in his room
He was lying hurting sadly there
Beneath the weight of doom
That Cancer eating at his body
Would all be over, soon.

“My child” she whispered “time is nigh
For you must come with me.
This time was chosen by the power
This be your destiny.
You’ll cross the river Styx, then home
That place where you be free’

He cried “My lady, take me not
For I have much to do
My wife, and children need me here
I cannot come with you
And lady I have so much fear
That’s eating at me too”.

“My child” the lady softly said
“Have you forgotten home?
Where the flowers bloom, and the music plays
T is a place you well have known.
You left it for this World my child
When you came here all alone”.

He smiled at her then breathed his last
And she held him to her breast.
Then they shimmered off to join the breeze
And felt loves tenderness
As the sombre lady ushered him
To the gates of happiness.


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Hope

Some divine light
Beams upon my life

Every day the same sight:
A star beyond shallow sky,

Would I see you if I die?


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Beyond My Mind

Blue or green? The color of the sea, Going up and down the waves, To be my unexpected mood, Sweet or sour the feeling of me. The question of my mind hitting it through the divine, The passion of art inside a deep mind, With full of imaginations, Hitting me through left and right. Perspective comes along with me, Seeing it in my mind, Looking at the blank paper, My emotions run down the pages, Forgetting my visions along, Looking down on paper, Loosing my focus , Is getting hard to draw. Speaking with my wild heart wide open, Thinking of the world we live in today, Standing amongst the people not knowing what to say, Hearing the music flowing into my ears, Beating myself inside these walls of hate, Wanting my eyes to cry with full of tears, Hating to be on this earth, Seeing people fade away, Sinking through lies in my face, Stabbing me in the back when I need them the most, Seeing people with unwanted faith through their eyes, Anger comes my way, Looking down at the world with full of questions in my head, Going crazy with frustration and confusion of me questioning God, Deep inside my heart is burning with poison, Is breaking me apart like glass, At peace without a path in mind, Falling down somewhere here that I never belong, I'm not perfect yet, I like to lead not to follow others. Life is like a tree that grows inside me, Leafs on the tree come and go like people in my life, Taking the road of life, Things can change in a minute, When I look away, My goals would fade away, Going back letting noting stand on my way, Trying harder to focus on my goals, Looking around with a smile on, Reaching my goals slowly without a distraction.


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a new breath from despair - phoenix rising

"i can see the truth, in pain's honest form
a death rejoiced, a life unknown."


when at times, my despair grows high
i keep with me, an honest nights cry
when darkness closes, and the night is long
i remember the sun, and keep my faith strong

a new day has come, with its own peace of mind
and then i can believe, love isn't that hard to find
i look around and see, the rays of a brand new day
shining brightly all around me, a hope for me to say:


"i can see the peace, in truth's honest form
a life rejoiced, a love reborn."


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Love and Pain

Some pains we feel
can be tough to conceal
pouring through the cracks
as we try to hold it back
maybe if I hold my breathe
there where be no pain left
or if I scream out loud
it will all flow out
maybe Ill feel better 
if I release some pressure
Pour an ice cold drink
and then I begin to think
Now I'm pacing for too long
and no sign of being strong
the pain I felt has changed
I was hurting, but now its rage
I feel my heart start to race
and hardly recognize my own face
I notice my family is getting angry too
and wonder "do they see hatred in you?"
I watched a little pain
drive myself insane
and the people I love most
were all but held close
I don't know what to do
I cant do it on my own
How do I make it through
when I feel so alone
So I started asking for something free
I asked people to pray for me
Where else could I turn
How else can I learn
that a burdened heart needs blessed
Let go and let God take care of the rest
All it takes is faith and time
and you'll receive love from the divine


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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


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Whispers

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

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

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


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Alone I Stand

In frozen ivory towers and burning dungeons
The inescapable truth is that in the darkness
Even your shadow leaves you
Stare at the abyss and the void fills you
Your mind trapped as you hide your black-hole heart
Shadows lurking out of sight
Manifestations surround you
the journey of the hopeless soul
Is it a lesson that must be endured
To make the heart steady
So that when you reach the end
You truly appreciate how bad it could have been
And what you’re capable of
So that you know that you all need
Is your beating heart and nothing else
Just you
Believing in a dream..
Something that
The darkness
Can’t touch.


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Sanity

my sanity seems to unravel

like frayed shoe-laces on a rainy day

I keep tripping on in the mud

but when I go to tie them

I find myself barefoot

rooted in an unsatiable lust

for something other than reality

a blood-letting of sorts

a scream that dies

before it escapes my throat

my struggle is not one of boredom or regret

rather a confusing mixture

of powders, pills, and mind-control

and some weird state of non-commital emotion

a dark ocean of something mistakenly called

anti-depression

I’ve never really been in control

but I fight with a might that might surpise you

and win most battles and lose most wars

realizing too late that I’m the only one

keeping score

another day of willing the sun to stay down

to allow me to drown

in a dreamscape of something greater

inhibit my feelings or leave me alone

this is something I’ll always fight

alone



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Why Must It Be

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


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ACCEPTANCE

Like turning our backs 
From stinging needles of icy wind
We dust our impervious spirits clean
Acceptance is the LIGHT
The way 
The might 
The only solution
As grievous as it seems~
An intangible hell wallows in sin
Tragedies can maul our spirits away
Adversity wins 
Try as we may…

Let it go
Toss comprehension
…to the winds
Learn to accept 
‘Tis not GOD'S way
Tear torment to shreds
Create Satan’s own havoc 
Learn shame can be a ploy
Playing a pawn in Satan’s game 

Do not be fooled…
nor wallow and break down
An inevitable outcome
A situation unforeseen
Comprehension beyond reason
Accept fate and rise
Broadcast your strength to Satan
Let acceptance seethe…. 
Acceptance needs no reason 
Allow your wisdom to thrive


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Wars of Difference and Different Wars

Dream on man
War is constant
It has gone beyond
Catholic or Protestant

Religious wars
From our short lived past
Will never dilute
As long as we last

In this modern world
We fight for different reasons
What ever the excuse
And in any season

We fight over land
Imaginary WMD
Even over soccer
How the hell can that be

We now fight over oil
In a camouflaged war
Taking innocents with us
In public deplore

Guerrilla, assault
Bombing with precision 
We vote them in
As they twist their decisions

Dream on man
War has changed
Greed has taken over
From the pasts deranged




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-3.php


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Martyr for the Unorthodox word

If I had over 10,000 dreams You'd be the only thing my mind could see Judgment couldn't be real Succumbing to the fear of this cold life Find a way to break through The self-destruction of wordly delusions Don't tell me I've lived so long in a lovely illusion Break me down until we find a Nirvanic state Then bring me a savior from transgressions An atoning sacrifice Send down to me a messenger for me to submit to Bring me the truth to break through The delusion Bring me the messenger to explain it all And let me leave behind Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Without a will to fight But I have the Means to be free I'll try to go with the word I believe But so many stones to be thrown Stakes to burn, limbs to break Faces to hate, scorns to taste Will I have the will to die Despite all of the tears no one will cry Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Broke my will Safetefied my soul Martyr for the Unorthodox word Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Without a will to fight But I have the Means to be free I'll try to go with the word I believe But so many stones to be thrown Stakes to burn, limbs to break Faces to hate, scorns to taste Will I have the will to die Despite all of the tears no one will cry Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Broke my will Safetefied my soul Martyr for the Unorthodox word


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Aphrodite Night

    APHRODITE NIGHT
Remembering that night of our last touch,
when nothing was between us we should know,
in love with loving you, and just how much
I wonder where in time do such nights go?

Forbidden like a box that's sealed up tight,
or like the flame that Zeus refused to share
with mortals such as we, and on this night,
Pandora's box was opened everywhere,

you were, that night, my first and only love
and always shall remain that part of me,
created from the earth and waters of
a night that Aphrodite made to be.

       And I am more than blessed for loving you
          forever and all time, as I shall do.
                   © RON WILSON aka vee bdosa


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Dad

I'm sure you think I'm crying.
You think it hurts so bad.
The only thing that truly hurt,
was when I lost my dad.

He really wanted me to know
the way life was meant to be.
He always tried to help me out.
He truly cared for me.

I pray one day I'll see him
laughing once again.
He was so much more than people knew.
He was part of a bigger plan.

Now he's gone to heaven
and I hope he's looking down.
I need him still to guide me
when I laugh and when I frown.


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The Angels Cry

Dark the shadow, moving among us as a thief,
Deftly slipping its thin, spiny fingers 
Deep into those hearts not yet strong
Tugging almost effortlessly at the soul within
That knows not, the light, the bright salvation.

For only a small step towards the shining star
Would summon the angels to battle,
Fierce, cunning, strong, they fly to their call.
But, alas, though a small step,  a deep, endless chasm
For one so lost, so tortured...so alone.

The others watch yet do nothing to stop
The growing vastness of nothing, 
Suckling all life, all hope from where it feeds
So simply, with hardly a protest or fight, not even a whimper;
Only abandon and sadness, regret and loss.

Yet in the distance a soft and gentle song trumpets in the wind,
Calling back the lost and weary souls forgotten,
Calling them all back, aching for their pains and sorrows,
Offering a choice if only they would hear.
Closer and brighter, chasing shadow back into the night.

The endless battle surely bringing victory to one
Yet, we watch and do nothing, and the angels cry out
Their frustrations and despair, and with prayers that man will take
That step of faith, opening their hearts as all who hunger for the light,
May find salvation and end the nothingness that grows.



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Honoring Sacrifice

For country, they chose to honor a call,
Now the piercing sound of a rifle's report.
An echoing trumpet, sadly says it all.
Let us hero our young as a last resort.

No image portrays our freedom's cost,
Like that of a flag draped casket.
A mental souvenir of war, un-tossed,
On display from memory's basket.

It serves to remind of a hero's place,
Should we treat it as a mere statistic.
For each had a home, name and face,
Harboring dreams that were realistic.

They abnegated those dreams for a chore,
Accepting that vitality might be tried.
Death isn't made a contrivance of war,
But a mental souvenir from those who died.


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I Still Remember

I scratch my head and too often wonder
And while gazing hinder I see disarray.
I recall those times of my err and blunder
times void of Jesus to brighten my day.

As I posed the question did any care?
The obvious answer I was unable to see.
Until life became more than I could bear
I found Jesus was patiently waiting on me.

I realized that countless agonized for me
Through prayer straight to God's throne.
But from blinded eyes I'd refused to see
Attempting to do things on my very own.

But during a crisis I became spirit broken
For my body was now stricken with cancer.
I surrendered life entire, not just a token
I accepted Jesus Christ as the living answer.














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Sometimes

Sometimes when I see
A happy family
It quickly gets to me
The sadness that must be
In this lonely life of just me

For whatever sins I may have done,
I never meant to hurt anyone
And whatever luster I had in life,
Burned away with a cheating wife.

I realize part was my fault
I did not provide something I ought,
But the pain was slow to fade,
In the misery that she made

Now hope has come again to me
In a beauty all can see
Shining from the inside out
Makes me want to shout

And, I know that I am blessed.
And in happiness I am dressed.


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Ready or Not

The "shocking" news gets all the pub,
while the worthwhile takes the back seat.
People are generally more concerned
about the scare that is Britney's hair 
or lack thereof.Or about the final 
resting place for Anna Nichole when it 
is really nothing more than a hole.


No, I'm talkin' about the euro supplanting
the greenback as currency of choice.And 
the boistrous voice of one proud and
nasty man from Iran.While his nuclear 
pot does boil and stew, he obsesses with
obliterating the Jews.

And what about man getting so very smart,
smart enough to clone, but then  wonder
exactly what he's  done.And each day
more and more lava running into the sea 
and quake after quake continually rocking
our world while  an overabundance of 
hurricanes,typhoons and cyclones does so swirl.

No food here....dried up all around.Wait, two
states over......flood waters totally cover the
ground. And this is no longer rare, it goes like
this around the globe... everywhere. And then 
there is this special place called Israel who's
desert was once so barren, now has vegetation
galore and God only knows what else is in store
for them.

Again, not really front page stuff is what is 
goin' down in China.It is overwrought with 
an abundance of various diseases from 
TB to HIV to Hepatitus B.That is just to 
mention a few. But there are certainly enough
where they are mystified and really don't
know what to do.

Then we have this guy bearing the number
666 who proclaims he is Jesus.Avoiding him 
would be wise.... might be satan in disguise.
The search is still on, but not so much for the
truth.Man is content with things that just seem
right by todays standards.... lies that tickle their 
ears and belie their fears.


And so amazing is this new fangled computer
chip that is implanted under our skin that carries
so much information.Might it someday very soon
be used by someone who is bent on tracking
and peace, though false , and "globalization?"

Yes, these most certainly seem to be the labor
pains foretold in the Bible regarding the "last days."
And yes, like labor pains, they are increasing in
both frequency and intensity. No way can mere 
mortal man keep them at bay. 

These labor pains will soon lead to the "delivery"
of the long awaited Messiah.Only this time, He won't 
come as a humble child, meek and mild, but instead,
a mighty warrior king come to rescue those committed
to Him.




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QUESTION......TIME

How long......will this sadness last
   how long will I live in the past

How long....will this nightmare stay
   how long...before I pray

How long...'ere the sun breaks through
   how long 'til you make all things new

How long....until I realise
   never to receive..other's lies

How long ?


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Kabbalistic Incantation

    The light has reached 
us through
     shattered
     vessels
                Yet sparks remain
in our souls
 The face of reality 
         is too bright for us
but scattered light
         in the darkness
         can ease our pain
     Touching the infinite
                       with trepidation
                       we see the world   
           through new eyes
       let us be secure
            in the knowledge 
That we must accept that there are forces
            We will never
                     be able 
                                 to comprehend


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what about me?

my mind is open and my heart is pure
my share of troubles I have endured
I'm just making It form day to day
waiting for prosperity to come my way

when I see people with a whole lot of bucks
I wonder where is my share of the luck
and when I see famous and rich celebrities
all I can think to say is, "what about me?"

I use to think that I was undeserving
of whatever favors that God was serving
but now I know that that was not true
for God has given me many blessings too

when I think about all the times I got through situations unscathed
I now know that It was only by the grace of God that I was saved
and when I think about all the times I was down to my last cent
God sent some money my way, an unexpected present
and when I look back and realized many of my friends are now dead
I comprehend that my life was always spirit-led

It's not about money, the status nor the fame
It's about living life according to the rules of God's game
now I no longer go about asking, "what about me?"
I now know that I have been blessed with God's prosperity


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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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Gospel Truth

I don't believe in the way things were.
I used to sit back and commend others for doing what I couldn't.
(it turns out, it was only what i wouldn't)

Every hand I extend in kindness is another step I long to take
And every note I sow, I swear it's because I know nothing else

Teach me shoulder-less love
Find me hope in the darkest hotels
Kill my distaste for
SOMETHING SO MUCH MORE!

I won't come back home
You don't need this throne
Fill my heart, I'm forlorn
Keep me out of this haze

Grace from remorse, let's turn this into a style
I'm alone in the next room
WAITING FOR THE NEXT GROOM
(the devil at the alter, the coffin in the courtyard)


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My Problem

Yeah, I know,
It's "My Problem"...
No sweat to you...
Even though I might beg,
For help or advise what to do...

I'm cut off from the internet...
My last human link...
With my good poet friends,
Guess I'll just mix a drink...

Kind'a sad,
I gotta' admit....
When those I've helped,
Suddenly seem fit...
To ignore my calls...
Who gives a s_it...

You'd tell me to just join Yahoo,
But I don't know how,
With no internet connection...
I'm "having a cow!!!"
I sure tried reaching you,
You didn't pick up,
Suddenly I have no phone service..
Now what do I do??
And all the meds I need...
Suddenly my card is not honored...
I can only guess New York State...
Has decided my life to terminate...
Sure makes for a great day...
But I've got more to say...

I gave you a good lump of money,
Not too far in the past...
Said use what you need...
I think it should last...
Never thought I'd have this problem...
Another warning I failed to heed...

I still believe, I still trust you,
Maybe aliens have invaded,
And you know not what to do...
But for heaven's sake...
Don't know how much more
Bad news I can take...
Seems a cesspool of misfortune...
Is swimming around in my air...
How much, my God,
Am I supposed to bear?

I was once a man...
Of substantial means...
But find them now...
The Twilight Zone, it sure seems

And with my health failing...
Falling apart in big bits...
I feel hard pressed...
To hold on to my wits...
Even my remote did desert me,
I cried as I search...
He left me one channel
He left me in a lurch...
 
And when it seems...
No one gives a sh_tz,
I start to find,
Some scary angry head fits...

My pen has worked long...
And hard, be assured...
Fought off mental demons...
Hence, I have endured...

But betrayal, or indifference,
Bites one so hard...
There's no way in the world...
You won't wind up soul-scarred...

All I can say,
Some should be...
feathered and tarred..
For those they have marred...
Hope this never happens to you...
But if that should come to pass..
Just call me, I'll be there
My love will always last...

But, now, if you get a chance,
Please tell me what to do...
You know how to survive...
You know I idolize you..."



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Details | Free verse | |

"It All"

As it all once again repeats,
Retreating my soul
Into my reminiscences;
Back into my echoing laments,

I once again try to avoid it all,
I try to elude myself,
But realize that it all again
Grasps me back to the mystified beginning,

I search and search
For the “happy” past I thought I had,
For the moments I thought would sympathize,
But now it all made it seem that,
I’m living in disguise,

It all might live within me,
It all now is a part of me,
Esoteric though, to some
People it might be,

……………

Now that I know
That one’s shadow only fades
When it’s intended not to be seen,
I always close my eyes
And try to dream,

And…

Here I am right now,
Staring outside my kitchen’s balcony,
Contemplating all these birds
Flutter their pinions in 
 And out of an enormous tree…

It all made me smile,
It all made me leave the balcony
And go run around that tree…
Like all these birds,
It all made me flutter my pinions,
And fly…


Details | Rhyme | |

This poem is my own recovery from Valium O Little White Tablet

‘0 LITTLE WHITE TABLET’

O little white tablet, how I hate you,
I was only 21 years old, when introduced to you.
You looked so innocent, so white, so pure.
I was told you were the answer to everything,
(The cure)
No-one told me, when they introduced me to 
the rest of your family, the yellow and the blue.
The blue being five times stronger than you.
No-one told me of the dangers you held within.
Of all the pain I would have to go through, all the suffering.
No-one told me. YOU would rob me, of eighteen 
years of my life.
That I would be unable to function properly,
as a Mother and Wife.
No-one told me, I would get addicted to you.
Of all the pain and suffering, I would
have to go through.
To get you out of my system, alone took two years. 
Two more years of heartbreak, many, many tears.
Then to find out, I had Agoraphobia.
Several more years, destroyed by fear.
Which a lot of people, say is caused by you.
Not being able to go out, far or near.
Hurting all the ones, I loved so dear.
O little white tablet, how I hate you.
But in the end I was the winner Not you.

This poem refers to prescribed drugs


Details | Rhyme | |

A living hell My Agoraphobia

My Agoraphobia.
In 1983 you came back  into my life.
Bringing me nothing, but trouble and strife.
You kept me a prisoner in my own home.
When all I longed for, Was to go out alone.
You caused me pain, you made cry,
I felt so ill, I thought I would die.
From doctor, to doctor, from pillar to post.
Where o where, is the cure I wanted the most?
Where exactly does the answer lie?
Eventually I found it, in a doctor called Di.
She gave me the will to carry on and fight.
I fought so hard, with all of  my might.
The shops in the village seemed so very far away.
If only I could go out, just for one single day.
I tried and tried, the tears, the pain,
It was a battle lose or gain,
I gave it everything, yes everything I had.
It wasn’t easy, in fact, it was very bad.
In 1990, after 7 long years,
A lot of heartache, many, many tears,
I was starting to win the battle of getting out the door,
With each day, I was doing more and more,
But there was still so many things that I couldn’t do alone.
Still so many jobs, that had to be done on the phone.
I could now walk to the shops, there and back,
 get the groceries, take them home, and unpack,
But I still couldn’t get a bus into town on my own,
only if I had someone to go with, borrowed, on loan.
It took several more years, of heartbreak and pain,
Before I could finally travel alone again.
May 2nd  2000, I jumped on a bus and popped into town,
It was just like my world had been turned upside down.
HERE WAS I FREE AT LAST,
Finally free to forget the past.
So I decided to do something I had never done before. 
I started at college part time, each day I couldn’t wait to get out of the door,
To catch my bus, to feel like I had finally rejoined the human race.
Living life at a hectic pace.
Going to college at the age of 53,
Really did do wanders for me.
The computer course was harder than I thought it would be, 
but others in the class helped me.
Our tutor was really nice,
Always ready with good advice.
Now I really feel I have turned my life completely around,
With this new freedom I have found.
With a lot of help, from my husband and son,
The battle is over, finally won.
So its goodbye agoraphobia you belong in the past,
Never again will you get me in your grasp.

This is a true poem of my own battle with Agoraphobia, That robbed me of a lot of my life, 


Details | Rhyme | |

My Miracle, this is a true poem



I looked at the clock, My life was slowly ebbing away.
I didn’t think I would reach 40, What a high price to pay.
I was coming off tranquillisers 15 a day prescribed by my then  G P,
But the withdrawal symptoms were so horrendous I could hardly see.
I was constantly being sick night and day,
All I could do was to sit and  pray this nightmare would go away.
I couldn’t walk properly, My balance had completely gone,
I couldn’t pay privately, as money I had none.
I also had Agoraphobia, so I couldn’t even go out of  the door,
This wasn’t a life worth living any more.
All I was left with, was to say a prayer,
To ask for a miracle. Lay my soul bare.
A week or so later, a letter in my hand,
An appointment with a new doctor, I could hardly stand.
Over the next year a miracle unfolded, bit by bit.
I didn’t even have to walk with my stick.
I started to go out a bit more each day,
Various obstacles got in my way.
But I was determined, I was not going back,
I mapped out a plan to keep myself on track.
I did it, I conquered my Agoraphobia, and  got off the pills.
I even went to college for the first time to learn new skills.
I went on Radio, Television, Newspapers and Magazines all covered my story.
The miracle I prayed for had happened, mine was now the glory.


 
 
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Details | Narrative | |

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…


Details | Narrative | |

Me, Myself, and I - (Part 1)

Hello Friends... I suffer from Severe Bi-Polar Disorder and this submission was inspired by 
actual events that occured during one of my especially critical manic episodes. Be sure and 
read Part 2 to complete the poem and leave your comments on the Part 2 submission. Thank 
you for allowing me to share my pain for pain shared is pain diminished 


Me, Myself, and I...


“There are things that concern us,”
		Consensed my “Selves” in earnest
““We” fear that “I” have succumbed to delusion”

“And after careful deliberation
		It is with much hesitation
That we choose to delineate upon this confusion”


“Fact is your intuition
		Is riddled with superstition
And your judgment leaves much to be desired”

“So you leave us no recourse
		Don’t push us to use force”
It is then that the “I” was summarily fired


I exclaimed “By whose authority?” Response, “Rule of majority”
“The “Myself” and the “Me,” (forthwith the “We”), are experts in our field”

“And with much technique and time
		And some forays into the sublime
The nature of your malady will be revealed”


“So to keep yourself from having a fit
		Step back and just calm down a bit”
“We,” they said, “certainly have this under control”

“We swear this won’t hurt at all”
		Then I felt my inhibitions fall
Still I said a prayer to God that He keep my soul


You know, fact is I do feel off axis
		As evidenced by such parapraxis
As this prose that I, (or is it “Us”), seek to pen

And with my mind feeling numb
		I finally chose to succumb
And allow the “Me” and the “Myself” to begin


And then came questions in a flurry
		Answer, answer and please do hurry
Not one moment of respite did they give

They pushed and they prodded
		With every “T” crossed and “I” dotted
My mind felt like it had gone through a sieve


And all this psycho-analysis
		Is causing my mind paralysis
The questions, can you stop with the questions please

“Yes, oh yes indeed
		I do believe we have what we need
To make an attempt to identify your unknown neuroses”


Details | Munaajaat | |

Tell Me

I'm lost hurt and angry
Why did you take his life
I want, No I need to know
Tell me, Tell me why
I deserve to know

Haven't you done enough to him
What'd he ever do to you
He suffered his whole life
Suffered more than anyone deserved
Tell me, Tell me why you did it
I have a right to know

Why'd you let him born to them
Born to worthless parents
Parents who didn't care
They threw him away like garbage
Pawned him off on someone else
Tell me, Tell me why
Explain how you could do that

You gave him Polio
You let others treat him like disease
You took away the full use of his legs
You warped his hand and foot
Tell me, Explain to me why
I deserve to know

You let others think he was crazy
You let it go on for over year
You didn't stop it, Why
Tell me, Give me your reason
Answer me, Help me to understand

You go and make matters worse
You gave him Cancer
You didn't give him a chance to fight back
You just jerked him away from us
Tell me, Tell me how
How you could be so cruel

How can others not question you
When others do it, It's murder
But when it's by your hand
It's your will, Their fate
Tell me, What makes you so different
Your no better than the demons knocking at the door

You heard me beg and plead
You know I'm not afraid to die
I was willing to carry it all for him
I was willing to take my Daddy's place
You didn't even let me say Goodbye
Tell me, Tell me why I couldn't take his place
Answer me, you owe me that much



Sabrina Niday Hansel
~Niday40873~

(motif) Spiritual


Details | Couplet | |

A Prayer for my Wife

                           A Prayer for my Wife


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Narrative | |

Me, Myself, and I - (Part 2)

Hello Friends... I suffer from Severe Bi-Polar Disorder and this submission was inspired by 
actual events that occured during one of my especially critical manic episodes. Be sure and 
read Part 1 first so as to get the true gist of the poem and leave your comments here on the 
Part 2 submission. Thank you for allowing me to share my pain for pain shared is pain 
diminished.


Me, Myself, and I... (continued)


“Your, (Or “Our”), symptoms seem to intermit
		And the fact that “You’re,” (“We’re”), a hypocrite
Tis no wonder we’re having such problems with diagnosis”

Then “I” had an idea so grand
		To dispense with this at my own hand
A self-inflicted coup de grace would be my prognosis


So while the “Me” and the “Myself” squabbled
		With courage newly cobbled
“I” spotted the dresser drawer and made my run

With fingers fiercely fumbling
		Whilst they continued grumbling
“I” produced from the depths of the drawer a shiny gun


And now my life, though ill-fated
		Was soon to be vindicated
This would affect us all equally the same

Would be no myself or me
		No you, him, us, or we
But an inclusive all would be to blame


It took me a moment to figure
		Out the safety on the trigger
Then “I,” (or “Us”), prepared to do the dirty deed

Then the barrel found my temple
		And as it settled into the dimple
A still small voice did my “selves” choose to heed


Hence a moment of clarity 
		Harkened me to posterity
And I thought what a legacy to leave behind

“Can’t we all find a way
		To save this miserable day
And avoid a broken body for someone to find”


And then deep within my soul
		I felt and heard a simple drum roll
And the differing sides of me just subsided

And with my mind now as one
		I worked to get this all undone
The whole business of this stuff I derided


And tis now true of fact
		That I survived this ordeal intact
And lived to raise my face unto the sky
 
And here now as it ends
		I find I’ve made good friends
With the “Me”, the “Myself,” and the “I”


Thank you for taking the time to share in my poetry. Please feel free to leave your thoughts 
or comments here on this page. 

J. Scott Burns...


Details | Quatrain | |

My Chagrin

Once again to my chagrin
     This nightmare perseveres
And through the glass it comes to pass
     To feed upon my fears

And it seems to slay my dreams
     And in their stead leave blind
Mine own two eyes to that one prize
     My soul doth seek to find

Still I pray that night gives way
     And cures this circumstance
That captive holds my weary soul
     Within it's darkened trance

And perhaps lay loose the straps
     That bind me to this cross
And free from 'round my neck now bound
     This curs'ed albatross


Details | Verse | |

Mind and Sound

Only light can penetrate the 
darkness
that resides in the default state 
of mind
I descend from beta to delta 
through
binaural beats; instantly caught 
between frequencies beyond 
time 

I absorb amplitudes of acoustic 
energy
and I learn to just be earth 
Since I am the earth 
and because I am of
the one that is the source of its 
existence, 
I've owned the power of 
omnificence 

I realize now that I AM because
HE is since I am from that, a 
descendant 
Created in the image of a 
thought
and a feeling from the 
Universal Mind
I tune in to this vibration from 
rhythmic
pulse that manipulates 
subconscious minds

Immersed  between 4 and 7 
hertz;
brainwaves halt to a conscious 
sleep
All  chakras are aligned shining 
crown energy 
and now my consciousness 
begins to reap! 
and light begins to penetrate 
the harmonious beams
that were already there
constant and always there 

is now flooded with sound 
patterns
that force brainwaves to submit 
to power
of omnipresent sound that 
always was 
and always will be connected to 
the Source from which I came
so I extend exponentially 
beyond;
physical time and space

I long to embrace the intensity 
of gamma rays
I give way to the coded sounds 
that resonate from the inner 
core
and continue to connect 
through the binaural beats that 
-  
remind me of before

Always familiar but ignored
until found by gaining 
knowledge of self
I listen with the intent to excel 
while reaping an abundance of 
benefits and rewards
Listen!! 
It's already yours

Just reach out and grab it 
as long as intention and ego is 
checked
the universe will correspond 
accordingly
it will deliver a life to you divine 
and orderly
Just listen to the sounds that 
were there from before
They will guide to to the 
vibration from the core
and it will guide you to connect 
directly with the source 




Details | Elegy | |

The Lament For an Angel

All in one faded-black day (but let None forget) In my arms, her body lay (my life was the price to pay) A tragedy, through the lack of humanly shame (do they know pain) My darkly colleen has to suffer no more (Robert nor do you) Let me die (please hear my haunted cries) If I can not see Sophie tonight (live on with my grey) I'm just a mess of despairing words And broken nerves Another mourning, afflicted sight (through decay, love can remain) Solace, sympathy are just more lies She is all I need Until you decide she is just another sadist's toy My Angel, why did you have to fly so far away My Angel, just let one feather stay My Angel has flown away My Angel, why did you have to fly so far away My Angel, just let one feather stay My Angel has flown away (My body is amortal, die I may, Together, our hearts will forever stay)


Details | Narrative | |

A Land Bearing Green White Green

Which way leads to the 
land of green white 
green?
Which way are we 
heading?
   A country the wicked 
bears the rulership, and 
the people sighing 
continuously.
   A terrible thing sprouts 
beneath the sun: a 
pregnant woman 
delivering not.
Imps come to lime-light 
by snuffing air from the 
goose that laid the 
golden eggs.
The blind guiding the un
blind.
The weak suppressing 
the strong-a terrible 
thing.
Like the overthrow of the 
gods at Mt. Olympus by 
the Titans.
A country where also 
thieves appear as men of 
integrity.
Land of green white 
green,which way?
A land where the 
enlightened ones are 
overshadowed and 
peanuts given to them.
The masses are dogs that 
eat the crumbs.
 Which way to go you 
Land?
Iliterates stand on 
podium of power 
bellowing orders as milk 
of sorrow known as 
dividends of democracy 
is passed around.
The machine of progress 
manned by the 
unproductive.
"There is better 
tomorrow" we hear.
Land of green white 
green,my country 
where rule of law walk 
beside anarchy.
The proles are sentenced 
to adversity,and there 
endured death-like trials.
Chai! Aru! People 
dancing on thorns 
whimpering as they 
throng 
along.
  I see a new sun rising 
from the horizon,hope is 
rekindled as its rays 
grace on hopeless bodies.
 Look!! there soon be 
change!



Note: 
This 
is 
poem 
full 
of 
Nigeria 
political
 angst.


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Wake from Anxiety

Do dreams come true? Certain as the sea is blue I know that somewhere grass is greener Lands that sleep brings ever nearer Where rainbows sail across the sky Just follow them and hope to find A pot of gold, full, overflowing With galleons and silver pieces Good wishes, butterfly kisses And I will dip my hand inside To take for me all of what´s mine But then I wake and it all fades In light of stark reality Where everyone and everything Is so much more intimidating And every choice, move or decision Seems like a be all end all mission So when it comes to push or shove Moment of truth, ready or not Will I fall or will I fly? Will I even dare to try? To grasp these thoughts and make them real For they all say don´t think just feel If you want it then just take it Neat and simple Like a dimple Doesn´t seem so complicated And still yet I hesitated It is somewhat paralyzing All this nonstop analyzing Evaluating calculating Listing all the pros and cons And thousand possible outcomes Mind keeps spinning round and round And when it stops what will be found? I´ll never know with time enough Doubtlessly hindsight´s the stuff It makes me yearn and moan if only This or that I´d not be lonely So wait not waste not Seize the day, take a chance The dawn may change the circumstance For better or worse Whatever the course Just do it, close my eyes and jump Have faith I will survive sans bumps And though the landing likely won´t be Exactly like I pictured it That doesn´t mean the choice was wrong ‘Cause when all is said and done I´ll still look back with satisfaction For I had the strength and gumption To risk it all, answer the call To take control I took the hits And it was worth it!


Details | Prose | |

Goddess

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


Details | Ballad | |

I'm Coming Home

He looks through the curtains as the meal is served

The sweat on his brow and the I.V. drips

Mom wears her apron with a picture of a turkey on it

It was her favorite and the music playing

And I'm coming home to where I'm loved

Father sits watching the game as the plate goes round

He had  money on the wrong side but he swigs a beer

Everyone seems happy and content so he knocks on the door

No one hears  and he stirs,trying to break free of the restraints

And I'm coming home to the warmth when I'm cold and alone

Where a man works and his wife cleans and raises the boys

Where desolation has no place to hide and no regret

And Mom hasn't begun drinking because her son left and will never come back

Where the geese still fly South to the warmth

Dogs bark and people have to stand to switch the channel

And I'm coming home

No cell phone or video games to gaze at and 24 hour news

The nurse brings a syringe and plunges it into my I. V.

The Angel wipes my soaking brow and gives me comfort

I'm alone with the mist and the murmur of the crickets

I'm coming home

The house is quiet and emptiness within

But Mom left a light on with expectation

A sign was set for all to know I'm coming

The quiet is lovely and the light welcomes

Home


Details | Elegy | |

Where are you

You flourished and blurred
like a spark on wind

Gracefully and quickly like a frightened hind
in pursuit of light

You harvested through bushy meadows
taken by blight

In struggle with plight
had you lost your might

And gave out
although never you gave up.

Where are you?
For you must be still there.

For I still can feel you
somewhere in the air.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Social Norm

Drink the drink, and take the pills, lay on the medication.
But your soul's forever lost to them without persistent dedication.
There's things we've learned, and things we will, to decide us right from wrong.
But your ears are only open, now, to a techno-logic song.
Social norms have bound you tight, then cut you awf'ly deep.
And still your soul beneath the surface begs of you, relief.
You waded in their welcome waters, thought it nice and cool
But now I'm sure you've figured out you're lost in sorrows pool
So take it from who knows you best
Someone who has passed this test:

Before you drift out in the sea And the shore's no longer in your view, I promise that I'll bring you back And if I can't, I'll follow you. Before your legs and arms grow weak And you've passed your final tier, I promise that I'll hold your hand; I promise you I'll still be here. Before your lungs are filled with water And our souls are parted once again, I promise you that you're forgiven; I promise you I'm still your friend. Before you close your sunken eyes Inviting night to kill the day Know your bright was never slight And soon you'll see your way.


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

IN YOUR BLUE EYES

         IN YOUR BLUE EYES
You speak to me in tones of black and gray
and I give in to what your blue eyes say
your pictures tell it all, I have to cry
and die the death that's with me night and day.

I reach into the deepest part of you
and lose my soul there in your eyes so blue
not caring that I'm lost or even why
but only that my dreams are coming true.

You bring me peace then tear my world apart
destroying all I've been right from the start
there in your blue eyes I am glad to die
and go there in your blue eyes to your heart.


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 | 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!


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When

It was only supposed to last a little while. 
The pain I suffered was temporary. 
You promised you would fix it. 
Oh and fix me you did.

I hate you for what I have become.
Tired. Lazy unable to work. 
You created this monster of pain
Inside my head. 
It never goes away.

But you were the lucky soul. 
Your death was quick and painless.
Leaving behind those who mourn.
But I am not one of them. 
I wish you all that you deserve.

I have something now that I cannot change.
This damage to nerves, and numbness and pain.
My life has become a struggle. 
I compete with pain each day.
Sometimes I lose. Occasionally I win

It never leaves this pain you made. 
I wonder how many more.
You destroyed like me.
So powerful being a surgeon. 
To hold someone's life in your hands.

sickness, depression, anger


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Return Of Your King

Reflections of imperfections have shown me a way that I can move mountains through my power of faith even though I can't see him I know he is real through the power of prayer and a Love that I feel It's growing inside me like a flower in bloom shall I reveal my powers or is it too soon I am reading the signs through my darkness I find a reason for belief in the light of mankind that I know shall overcome the greatest of odds the Love I seek amazes me especially through the flaws because now I am inspired through the hero's that bring my throne through the darkness on which I return on as your King.


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Solitude: To Yoda, An Ode

Green bark a prism creates,
Feel the pull of earth, you must.

Rotates, a slime of endless hates,
Can hold me not, this world’s crust.

Friendship’s ties, isolation Deflates,
Succumbs, my spaceship, to bitter rust.

Mist, my soul forever permeates,
Lift-off, booms the rocket’s thrust.

My spirit when light returns, elates,
Swamps swell, swallowed hope’s swirling dust.

Trapped, I am, until student from fate
Arrives to learn; Cloud City or bust.


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To a Bride Without a Name

Oh Flora, Choral Beauty The Sun Rises With You Out of An Abyss of Chaos, Yet No Piece of Beauty Is Lost I Can't Grant You Nobility, But Our Love's Vitality Will Last Till The Gates of Hades's Halls They Will Push, They Will Pull, And Their Power Will Grow Just To Have A Piece of Our Love's Immortality For It They Cannot Wait Subdued By Desperation's Phantom But I Will Always Be One of Them So, My Dear, Please Understand I'm Just A Chevalier Drenched With My Sins The Hope Will Fade The Rose Will Turn Black The Promise Was Just I Lie, Though I Forbade I Will Just Be Another Empty Heart, Slain By Your Loosening Grip On My Sanity I Will Die, You Will Be Free Believe - It's The Way Things Must Be My Dear, Just Understand


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The Forgotten Ones

Forgotten somewhere in the midst of steel and concrete. 
Bound by shackles and chains even in our sleep. 
Living like wolves preying amongst lost sheep. 
Concrete tears and pains so mindfully deep. 

Forgotten by those on the outside. 
We cant even run no where, we cant even hide. 
No choice left but to sit and fight. 
In here only the strong minded survive. 
Truth be told in here what is wrong is right. 

All most os us got is wasted M&^*&F*^&&ng time. 
We sit back and work out and write heartfelt rhymes. 
Not to be a victim of prey we all trying. 
Many stories are told, songs are written of truth over lying. 

We are gone for the moment but not truly forgotten so the hurt we must not show it.
 We are to old while we young to be crying in front of full grown men for this is a time we must out grow it.
 There aint no way out this hell hole and we all know it. 
Feelings of hopelessness surrounds te heart to the point where we can no longer control it.
 
In here there is only time no fun. 
Darkness fills night no light shone in here from the sun. 
Only by our own selves we may be out done. 
BECAUSE IN HERE IT FEELS LIKE WE ARE TRULY THE FORGOTTEN ONES....


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Raven's End

I know that taking my life is a sin,
But you don’t know how much pain I am in;
Death is better than this hell I’ve been through,
God Grant me mercy for what I must do;

My tortured soul robs me of breath,
All I seek is the release of death;
Requesting redemption in the gun I cling to,
God Grant me mercy for what I must do;

I’m considering briefly the life I must end,
Nothing is left but the chance to transcend;
And this decaying body that I pass through,
God Grant me mercy for what I must do;

Raven they named me, but now they are gone,
I’m all alone since they both passed on;
Soon I will see them, it’s long overdue,
God grant me mercy for what I must do;

I beg for forgiveness as I let myself go,
Tears trickle down as I feel my heart slow;
Hopefully now I’ll get to see you,
So God grant me mercy for what I must do.


Tirzah Conway
~For the contest "Among the Dead"~


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Fear of dying

Fear of dying

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

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

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

1 December 2013 @ 0715hrs.




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Haikus About God: V

Omniscient guy
Yet he lets bad things happen
How can he exist?


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When It Comes to Faith

When it comes to faith, even pain is a pleasure
It is just about right in every one of its measures
Come please. Join me.
Let’s just say it’s some sort of leisure
Forget all that nonsense about it being 
“A Golden Treasure”
Clichéd exactly like the many notions of 
Happiness, peace, love, religion…
Have all our principles been systematically configured?
Come please. Join me.
For I have been alone in this constant endeavor 
Need some fresh air? Come…
 And we shall breathe in this lovely weather
Suffocation. Panorama of turning backs.
It needn’t even the slightest conjecture
Come. I insist though.
For they always say there’s this light somewhere
In between the darkness
I therefore mustn’t censure
Aren’t we after all in this together?

Walk down this path
I can so simply say it’s better
Realm of faith...
Peace forever...
Yeah I can hear you saying “Whatever”
Apathy how dare you sever
These souls from these futile bodies
Forever?
Come though. I still insist despite all that.
For when it comes to faith, even this pain is a pleasure.


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IT'S NOT OVER UNTIL IT'S OVER

it's not over until it's over until God has His say
and it's not what it looks like until God has His way

when you look at a Pastor of anyone who's in service to the Lord God
you have no idea what they've gone through nor the things that weigh on their hearts
for it's not easy to be a true disciple and teacher of the Holy Word
it's not a walk in the park no matter what you have heard

King David was a true disciple, an anointed gift from God
he was a special type of man who possessed a contrite heart
he was given the huge responsibility of leadership over a nation
the people demanded much from him and had high expectations
a catastrophe occurred one day when all the women and children were taken
David's men were so grievously upset that they were physically shaken
they then became angry and bitter over what had gone down
they held David responsible and wanted to stone him into the ground
yet David himself lost two wives and he was also dismayed and discouraged
but as a true disciple of Christ he knew in God to be encouraged

David had a true calling, he was aware of his divine mission
he was appointed by the Lord God to take on the Great Commission
for whenever God has called on you 
there's not much that you can do
for you can't run and you can't hide from what of you God desires
and He'll equip you for the task by giving you all you'll need and require
and be you a Pastor, a disciple or a deacon and you feel you're at the end of your rope
encourage yourself in the promises of God and hold on to its hope

life may sometimes beat you up and knock you all about
but it's not over until it's over until God calls the final out
encourage yourself in the Lord and embrace His authority
you might be down to your last strike and He'll give you the victory
and even if the final bell has rung
it ain't over until God says its done
and even when you're down to your last shot
it ain't over until God says it's not
and even if it's fourth and long yet you can see the goal
trust in God to make the completion for He's in total control

it's not over until it's over not even when the fat lady starts to sing
as the Lord Our God has the last word when it comes to everything
the buzzer might have sounded, the clock has run out and you're down to the final play
but it's not over until it's over as long as God has something to say


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OUR GOD IS ABLE

our God is able to provide all of our needs
for it was in us that He planted His very seed
no matter what's happening in life no matter how hard are the days
God is able to keep us uplifted as we journey on our way
in the midst of the storms in the midst of moments of despair
give God all the glory that you are even still here

during August 2011 we went through a lot of stuff
an earthquake, a hurricane and then flooding water enough is enough!
many called on the name of God and many cried out for Christ
but why when everything is going good God's not a part of their lives?
what many fail to grasp is that God is always here
and we need to talk to Him daily not only in times of despair

for our God is able to keep food on our tables
our God is able to keep us upright 
to maintain and sustain us through each day and night
and if you woke up this morning give God all the praise
and if you have a job in this recession let your hands to Him be raised
and if your children are doing just great 
go and worship Him in any house of faith
God is able to maintain all that you've acquired
and give Him the thanks for fulfilling your desires
just don't think that this world is all about you
for it was by the grace of God that you pulled through
and if you're blessed with a pension of a 401K
give God the thanks that it came your way

our God is able to keep us from falling down
as our faith in Him keeps us on higher ground
so grab on to the hand of God let His glory manifest in you
stay in the presence of God and follow the path designed for you
and when your money gets funny and your change becomes strange
let the blessings of the Lord get your finances rearranged
and when it comes to finding that soul mate in life
let the God who is able send you a child of Christ
bow down to His wisdom, bow down to His authority
as you allow His glory and majesty to come unto thee

our God is able to keep us from going astray
so in life it is unto Him that we should pray





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I Know Of Someone Holding Unforgiveness


I Know of Someone Holding Unforgiveness! I know of someone holding unforgiveness! This has led to a life of much bitterness! Toward his brother, he’s held on to a grudge. From his viewpoint, he won’t even “budge.” No matter what God’s word has clearly spoken… He’s walked with a heart that’s been broken! His son prayed that God would speak to him! That he would forgive, so God could heal him! Forgiveness is a powerful thing to do! If you want God’s mercy to flow through you! We’re not called to “hold back,” the love God’s given! Through Christ shed blood… We’re all forgiven! May the love of Christ come and touch us! It’s no secret how much God really loves us! Please come Lord Jesus! And touch our soul! May we express your love, wherever we go! May God’s gentle love, be what always binds us! HIS words; “love one another,” do remind us! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Cinquain | |

My Destiny

Each day As if through night I walk, searching my way Holding in my hands, a flashlight eyes strained. Watching The road closely I stay on the small path Stepping over rocks, avoiding Ivy. But soon The flashlight dies I know I must go on Yet feel blind in pitch black night, I stop. I hear The night's music Around me like a voice That sings to me a melody Of love. I wait With my faith strong I know something will change And I raise my voice in response Clouds part. The moon Is then revealed I see the path clearly Before dawn I'll be where I belong, With thee. Cinquain Suite © CarolineCecile 04.29.12


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Your First Tee

Ever so silent wind with its calm the nature of the day is brilliant. 
Anticipation of performance consumes your thoughts, one, two, 
three and the spot light shifts. The wait of everyone’s eyes seem 
to mushroom on your approach, and the most minute sounds 
become ever so present.

Hoping your body will remember, you take your last gasp of air, 
all you can do at this point is pray for something respectable. 
As your eyes ascend and gaze down the fairway you exhale, 
for this time you have escaped.

Ever so silent wind with its calm the nature of the day is brilliant.


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our homeless plight

come, my child, let me hold you tight,
so I can keep you warm tonight.
I pray God ends our homeless plight.


Dr. Ram's triplet contest


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A Selfish Prayer

It's hard when I see so much pain,
Filled with life's many hardships,
All these troubled souls praying,
For miracles through their worships,

Even at home they are lost,
And muddle through their days,
'Release us from our lots',
They cry out from their maze,

Yet I find it even harder still,
When I must stand here and watch,
With neither the way or the will,
To give what little I've got,

So Lord I pray you fill my cup,
Give me the success and station,
Where hope can spring from love,
To answer all this frustration,

Let me afford more than simple words,
Grant me the means to answer prayer,
Lay before me a path true and sure,
To receive great fruit I can share,

My life has taught me so very much,
As my prayers so often are granted,
I know what it means to be touched,
By the charity of the enchanted,

It brings a life of such great hope,
To you and all of those you love,
It helps you to widen your scope,
And great faith when times get tough,

So today Lord I finally pray,
For something I never have before,
I pray for riches so very great,
That I would never need to ask for more,

Vast wealth beyond Solomon or Jabez,
Great wisdom and eternal good health,
The power to shape the will of others,
And all the prayers I leave on the shelf,

And I pray that I remain steadfast,
In service to you through my fellow man,
And you answer this prayer however crass,
Before this poem is written by this hand.


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Questioning Life

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


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Vampires, Part Two A Continuation

Useless as today’s pile up of spent money
Don’t do the way of indentured slaves
What we have always known is true for some                                                             
How would you like to meet your smiling face
Such a opportunity to connect, to be new
What a glorious gift, to start anew, be somebody else
Trashing around in this body, give it some thought
The courage of many is your gift, embrace it.
Your gift from all who have drunk from the well
Drunk with life, drunk from life, what's the difference?
Who can fly fire and not burn, not fall?
Who can understand why the waves swallow the sand?
Embrace it as you would embrace a lover,
Your innermost needs cry for release
The sweat masks your face, wringing wet
hopple hopping with all your unspecified needs,
a  laundry list of needs
Washed, tossed, flimsy flimsy hopple hopper                                                             
Do you know why you were born?                                                                               
Will you ever learn                                                                                                        
You have been instructed, shown the way                                                              
Thank you for your participation
for what had to be done


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Haikus About God: III

Beauty of nature
Why condense it down to God?
Isn’t life enough?


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Lest I Become

If I were what I long to be

I’d ascend the sky and soar
About the sun
I’d pray my prayers, I’d jump,
I’d run

I’d race all the winds
Until the sun can no longer be
And then rest upon a cloud 
Looking down at the sea

I’d twinkle with the stars
And crave upon their lust
I’d dance with the moon
And sway with a gust

I’d be in joy of liberty
If only for once
Away from all the turmoil
Protests and allegiance

Yes, it is I, a wanderer, a 
Palestinian under fire
Roaming within my thoughts
In dreams I desire

For a day maybe... when
Weapons are no more, 
When blood runs warm in veins
And not cold on tiled floors 

I’ll only dream today…lest one day I become
                                         


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Draconian II

[The Puppeteer]
The storm I see you in
Caught in the race of Caïn
Held by the arms you cannot see--the conducter of Ennui 
-No stronger than the void you hold within-
It began with a hope, an obsession
Casted into, slavery of repugnant possessions 
Granted by, the Avaricious Lords, the ones we serve for
-They Told Us to pray, hope, away from despair, the despair caused by their immaculate Hands
Malice, envy, greed, was granted to me, The Feudal Dream, we want to be Them, just like him
-just how he solaces us, ambivalent hope, engendering knives to my throat 

[The Fall]
In this Valley of morning and weeping
Love lies bleeding, in desperate fear
With their talons, the hunt to rip out thy heart 
As each velvet petal falls apart
Her body chained in their bile and lies, covered with their red-spy
-sent just to check if our souls are in line, do not defy 
Her blood velvet and pure, drips away with innocence of the amber guardian 
The soil of plagues, beggars, and graves
Is know her home, the coven of solace
Though the seed has died--resurrection Is near passing through death's fear
One stronger than you--and thy funeral skies
She is alive--anew
But the vapors still remain
The Apocalypse is here, do we fear?
Just for the death of our sins
Elysia never Seemed so far away

[Our Damnation]
Solitary ruins, Fulfill their visions
We strayed far from the depths within 
We all lingered to his solace--lies
-you make the sign everyday, but lack toknow the name
We are just the toys, he pulls all of the strings
We are nothing in this burning world
of Decadence, and Failed Semblance

[Draconian] 
Draconian--Reach for the shadows within
Draconian--Break from the Fallen's son
Draconian--Their empirical lies, only die
Draconian--Reach the shadows within


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Elysium Dream of Love

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


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Betch Please, Really

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


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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. 


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Haikus About God: IV

God made all people
But some better than others?
Stop being silly.


Details | Ballade | |

Living in fear

Living in fear

Most of us, we live in fear
So much anxiety
Is hiding there within our psyche
And this will always be
Because we do not know what happens
When it comes to our dying day
We can say that we believe in God
But do we? All the way???

As death comes close, the fear will grow
Because we do not know
We have never looked within
And seen the inner glow
And other people’s words won’t do
They be not our own truth’s
Anyone can talk the talk
What we really need is proof.

But should we look into ourselves
And ask ourselves this thing
‘Who is this entity called me’?
Much peace these words might bring
Cause this is where the truth is hid
It takes away all fear
Then peace and harmony will come
And the answer will be clear.

19 February 2014 @ 0917hrs.






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SK-3

Expectation's a sure path to pain  
First we cover our gaps with dreams
And let them dreams grow within
Tall, thick and feasible
Turning to purpose
Then obsession
That thwarted
Maddens,
Hurts.


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Where does the Time go

I feel as though time is slipping away,
And more is gone each passing day…


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Haikus About God: VI

The body: sacred
We’re all made in God’s image
Hence... circumcision?


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

DEALING WITH UNANSWERED PRAYERS

In every instance of our Christian walk we have a guarantee
that when we pray to Father God He will hear our pleas
for it's by the power of prayer that we have been assured
that whenever or whatever we ask of Him He can easily afford
knock and the door will be open, ask and you shall receive
trust in God to deal with unanswered prayers in our times of need

A prayerless Christian is a powerless person in the eyes of Christ
vulnerable to demonic devices that may wreck a persons life
Paul a disciple of Christ had a painful thorn in his side
he prayed to the Lord three times for the pain to subside
but God said "My grace is sufficient " don't question my authority nor power
My strength is magnified in you at your weakest hour

God will rebuke you if of Him you make demands
the Holy Spirit will smite you with a righteous hand
not to hurt but to humble, not to destroy but to direct
as the grace and mercy of the Lord God is sufficient for you to expect

God wants our attention and He wants us to comprehend
that He's in control of the universe and we shouldn't refute Him
the devil may send you a message but even the devil needs permission from God
for God will deal with unanswered prayers should they possess a righteousness of heart
remember that God has dominion over everything, it's all under His hands 
for no demon nor devil, no man nor woman has any authority when it comes to His plans

Dealing with unanswered prayers just asking for what we desire
if it's in God's will He'll gives us what we sufficient require


Details | I do not know? | |

Brown m and m's in a brandy glass

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

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

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

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

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

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


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One Wish

As I close the door behind me… I stand upon the porch.
Every day I leave here… becomes so much more bitter sweet.
I found the money yesterday so I could pay my note,
But what about next month or the others sure to come.
I raised my children faithfully under this old roof, and…
Memories abound, like the raindrops that hit upon my roof.
Yes, I admit leaving here will cause a little pain.
But the day-to-day struggles have striped away the gain.
Where once I held on steadfast… now I waiver on that thought.
Instead of seeing comfort, now it’s the struggles I have fought.
The food upon the table… outweighs the comfort of this house.
But yet, my heart still bleeds for what will soon be lost.
How to tell the children… it will be hard at its very best.
I’m sure they’ll rail against it and cause me more pain, yet.
But I can’t expect them to understand, this old grownups shame.
I promised to protect them… so today I’ll continue on my search
A job or a little money may pop up from anywhere, you know.
All I have to do is keep my feet planted firmly on the ground.
God will provide eventually, even if it’s a step, or two, or three down.
Every day as I close the door behind me and I stand upon this porch…
I say a little prayer and add a little wish…
May tomorrow find us better off than here we are today…
And may others please be helped like us… as we try to make our way.

CSEastman


Details | Free verse | |

Failures Today

On my knees,
broken,
tear streaked faced,
my shame haunting me.
I must remind myself,
that I am being trained,
that every time I've fallen,
I learned to walk stronger through the pain.
This moment wasn't has defeating as before,
the heartache is healing quicker,
and these failures of today are a gentle push,
a clear insight,
a conquered fight,
one that will ultimately build me up again.

I am given a retrospective moment,
reminding me of before,
showing that my last failure
was much greater than today,
giving me hope that the future trials
will be easier to diminish,
and I will see the truth.
The failure of today is just a gentle nudge,
giving me the strength
and faith
till the battle is truly done.


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Silence

There is a lot to be said about the spoken word,
But sometimes it takes silence to be heard…


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Living Without

I tried to write about love but I haven’t felt it. 
I tried to write about the sea but I’ve never seen it. 
Then I tried to write about the air, but I have never breathed it. 
I tried to write about magic but I never believed it.
I couldn’t write about god, all I have ever done is sinned.
And when I tried to write about life I found, 
I have never really lived.


Details | Lyric | |

Turn on your light

Turn On Your Light.

Turn on your light

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

There Are No Coincidences

For every rose there are six thorns.
Calm is an interlude between two storms.
A judge is a lawyer off his meds.
Life is a road, living it is a rut.
A lion is a tiger on parole.
Moonlight is a reflection from the sun.
A smile is a frown turned upright.
Lust is passion gone astray.
A child is proof that life goes on.
Not every house becomes a home.
A jihadist is Hitler’s bastard son.
The Devil is a psychopath.
For a working stiff job loss is a bitter pill.
To a rich man unemployment is no big deal.
A road less traveled is an awful waste.
Success is failure overcome.
A single grain of corn is a meager meal.
Raindrops are the tears of a caring God.
A politician is a well paid clown. 
All love has the potential for heartbreak.
A loogie is spit on steroids.
The unicorn is a horse’s wet dream.
A tornado is a piss ant hurricane.
Suicide is the proof that you were insane.


Details | Sestina | |

Gone Was The Night

I saw the noble kind young girl last night—
The Virgin's robe was blue; her dress was Light.
“Hail, Mary, full of grace,” I prayed to her;
My soul's petition I believe she heard.
Though silent she remained, not saying words.
My gaze upon the vision was quite strong.

The apparition was so clear and strong—
The sun seemed one with me; gone was the night.
I was struck mute; from my mouth came no words.
Around the Virgin shone such dazzling light.
My soul believed she wanted to be heard,
So I stayed silent to give ear to her.

Although to pay attention full to her,
I had to put aside that I was strong—
For I was weak but wanting to be heard.
Before she came, it had been a bleak night.
But now I saw her Son the Christ's bright light;
He clothed the Virgin Mother with His words.

She finally to me spoke some few words.
I listened quite intensely then to her.
She said, “Let Jesus shine upon you Light.
For now you need no longer be so strong.
The demons will not torture you at night.”
For this I was quite pleased; my prayers were heard.

For far too long, I wanted to be heard.
I was afraid my prayers were just some words.
No longer would I fear the dark of night.
My soul was ever so glad it heard her.
I was revived; my faith and hope were strong.
For I had seen her Son's and Mary's Light.

I bathed in wondrous grace and love and light
Desire had been fulfilled; I had been heard.
As human I had not been truly strong.
I had relied on thoughts and deeds and words.
Yet now I gave heed to advice from her.
She had appeared in my soul's barren night.

I saw such Light; I heard such loving words
My prayers were heard; I listened unto her.
The Virgin was so strong; gone was the night.


Details | Carpe Diem | |

I

If its money I got its money ill keep. If its money I have its money ill weep. If its love that I give its love ill receive. For I am but no one who just see's beneath. Some say your only as strong as you feel, but how could we change..in a place that's so unreal. People are hearing but..not really hearing. Why is the world so blind. I keep on screaming and screaming and screaming for things to be revolutionized. I am just a small song in a world full of cries, laughter, tears and french-fries.


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The Magik Of Love

Reflections in the mirror were getting scary I could not carry the weight of my pain it almost took my life to learn to love again for I have made a friend somewhere along my long lost way I hope that I helped him just a fraction of how he helped me maybe that single thought is what finally gave me my peace enough to release so much stolen energy Now I am not afraid to walk where the streets are hot for I thrive in Hell's kitchen where the devil stirs my pot for I now have him quiet tame I sacrificed my dragons at the alter of my name and now you are my slaves any time I need I'll call upon my superhero's to come and rescue me like my Saint Toni who swept me off that bridge and showed my how a death can be the greatest reason to live for she was the seed to grow my Eden then a man from a foreign land gave me something in myself to believe in the magik of Love.


Details | Couplet | |

Raindrops Mixed with Tears

Raindrops paint a muted reflection on my front window pane.
Wails come from a thunderous sky; I wipe away my tears again.

The summer sun melts my mask and a still breaking heart.
Raindrops fall cleansing the earth, I resign to make a fresh start.

Violent storms defined my summer, autumn rain renews my soul.
Drops create a clear reflection, a smile and precious life extolled.


Details | Rhyme royal | |

A getaway Life

It's hard to remember memories of grief, getting away for a little while is a relief. Life is like an art, and everyday you get the chance to start. May not be on others side, But my love for them can never divide. endless tears & promises broken, thoughtless words have been spoken. So I must leave for a while, So I can go back with a huge smile. Let me heal the scars, & fill each of my waking hours. This might be just a getaway life, just to escape suffering & strife. Let me search & find my way, to find words I can truthfully say. It may be selfish, but there's just so many reasons, to heal every emotions. Because this time, I want Happiness, & maybe reach for success. I know I have a guardian & a guide, who is always on my side. In a million ways, He's in disguise, to encourage & give me reasons to Inspire. Some are unimportant as it seems, But slowly, God brings reality to dreams. & like a pilgrim, I'll wander, to this journey that can make me even stronger. I've learned so much that money cannot measure, All of my priceless treasures. This is the unplanned surprise, to make me realize. That I just got to beLIeVE, give room to forgive. because what cannot be found, can just be around. Oh & let me find my romance, Not just by fate, nor by chance. So don't count the days that I'm away, feel it closely, in your heart is where I'll always stay.


Details | Rhyme | |

America Is Being DESTROYED From Within

 

As sin and perversion often become integrated… So many lives and families are being “disintegrated.” Many are being driven by sin’s temptation force… It’s no wonder much of this country is way “off course.” The morality and values that once made a great nation. Are evaporating…. Leading to a “spiritual separation.” Love, honor, and respect of God… Is often a “thing of the past.” Anything of God seems to be disappearing FAST! God is our only hope! And him alone! Only he can bring healing to our broken homes! He’s the answer to this wounded nation, that bleeds! It’s only God that can meet all of our needs! He’s our provider… The great: “I am!” Won’t you reach out to him? And give him your hand? Why not give him a chance? And allow him in? A brand new life for you… Is waiting to begin! May we allow God’s holiness and love to reach down into our hearts… Asking; “Lord please forgive our sins!” Is a good place to start! By Jim Pemberton


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What People Were and What People Are

People were
Many things.
Strange or not

People were
Different and
Odd and fun.

People were
Monsters but…
That’s not all

People were
And still are
Strange and odd.

People are
People. For
life is life. 

Yet not.
Not is lies.
Truth seeps from

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

But somehow
Lies prevail.
Lies are life.

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

Lies are truth.
Yet somehow.
Truth prevails.

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

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

Lies will die.
Lies will cease.
Nevermore.

Truth will live.
Truth will be.
Forever.


Details | Free verse | |

Gratefulness

To be absolutely certain To be firmly convicted in principle and belief Is the scariest feeling of all But, like all feelings, it never lasts The conviction stays, but the mind wanders Deep into the zones of ostensible comfort Where it rests merely to frenzy Into the streets of opposition Straight into the absolute wrong But the feeling never lasts It returns to the minute certainty The mind becomes determined in the conviction it has embraced And the best feeling rises above the initial fear: Gratefulness
6-29-13


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Offended

Offended 
is ignorance
a lack of understanding
silence 
is not for everyone

humans speak
and do things 
different than you
or your faction
true 
or untrue
or stretch truth

what's the worry?
stressing 
over someone else's beliefs 
takes you away 
from your own routine

offended 
is a waste of energy
needed for nothing
causing dangerous sparks
within one's mind
one's heart
one's soul
becomes contaminated
with preoccupations

vengeance breeds furious
often unexpected actions
of ill-will occur 
or changes for the worse 
creep 
in the shadows of good
growing
taking over
"spiritual kudzoo"
none could tame

extinguish your dealings
with petty rage
of another imperfect being's mouth
cancer vanishes easier
with early detection
MOVE ON!
or at least learn
from your polar opposite 


Details | Ekphrasis (Ecphrasis) | |

Deception

On a silent night
In a kingdom by the sea

Bright moon and star
On dark mindnight sky

Shine silently above
Mermaid’s loud cry

Shallow tears lay
Into depths of hearts

Who seek paradise
In a kingdom by the sea

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

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

No sunrise would you witness
Nor sweet Annabel Lee

In a kingdom by the sea
Whoever you may be

No soul breaks free
From sweet Annabel Lee

Whatever drowns remains
In a kingdom by the sea


Details | Rhyme | |

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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Voice In A Restless Night

Go to sleep, My love,
Rest your weary head,
You have a long day tomorrow,
Nothing should you dread.

Go to sleep, My love,
Give it all to Me,
Your burdened heart, your tears that fall,
Surrender and be free.

The night is dark and quiet,
It's silence you now fear,
Be at peace, the day is done,
And I am ever near.

Go to sleep, My love.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

A Homeless Man Named Sam- Part 3

He’d had a hard life, with lots of worries and many medical bills to pay
 It all started he said, when his wife became ill, on that sad, spring day in May
 He tried to keep it all together for her, so she wouldn’t have to worry 
She was so sick and frail, then her mind slowly became very blurry
 She hung on for her life, but over time her memory slowly began to fade away
 “It was such a long hard time”, he said, “Then an Angel took her home on a warm July day”
 
My heart was breaking as I pensively sat, listening to him quietly talk
 With tears in our eyes, we sat together, then I asked if we could go for a walk
 “People always pass me by,” he said, “As if I’m not even standing there”
 “You’re the only one,” said he, “Who’s taken the time to even show you care”
 “I don’t want their sorrow or pity”, he said, “Just some friendly care and love”!
 “I lost my wife and my life, when an Angel took her from above”
 “Never a tear in their eyes, or a friendly smile, never offering to lend a hand”
 “What if I was an angel?” he said, “Sent from God and no one lent me their hand”?
 
After we left that cafe on that hot day in September 
I found a tiny emblem of an angel in my jacket pocket Something he must have left for me in order to remember 

Let this be a real good lesson to all of us, as a test of our brotherly love
 You never know if that homeless beggar is an angel sent from above
 I always think this to myself whenever I see a person in need
 “Are they an angel unaware looking to me for a helpful deed”?
 
Stop and listen to the call you hear, the one your heart’s been given
 Help those you see, take up their cross help them while you’re still living
 Whenever passing by someone you see in need, try to let go of your greed
 Stop and heed your heart, give them a hand and do them a helpful deed.
 
 It’s been three weeks now, since I’ve seen Sam standing on that street
 I've been so worried I stopped and asked many others that I meet
 “Has anyone seen that man named Sam, who stands alone on this corner”?
 When no one seemed to know, I asked my friend, that small café owner
 
He told me that he’d seen Sam just the other day
 “It seemed odd”, he said, “But he never even looked my way”
 A couple days later, I happened to read a short story in our local news
 It told of a homeless man named Sam, where they’d found only his clothes and shoes


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

NOTHING WITHOUT YOU

drop by drop it's dripping away
time elapses like a rolling tide
fast, strong and sudden
it will shove you on left or right
above or down under
only the tide knows where
above all 
only God knows where
where is right or wrong
which one is better or worse
and He knows sure which is the best for us
faith... 
enduring selfless faith
surrendering to Him 
all fears, anxieties and tears
all that there is..
to His words that I cling..
in the wee hours that am alone
only to Him I utter the words
sometimes I can't anymore even
say the words
just the tears rolling on my cheeks
that will tell
how am I feeling inside
my insides are bursting
my thoughts are breaking
all i have are pleas
pleas that I hope soon it will be heard
soon it will be answered
I do not want to question
I do not want to even doubt
I do not even want to blame
I do not even want to curse
All I do is to hold on
Hang on.. hang on..
so tired, so tired..
long enduring nights where no one I can talk but Him
yet each day I wake up
still.. still I stand up..
resume like nothing really bothers me
I smile the brightest smile they say
but my eyes can not hide 
so many longings inside
I am trying to understand
but it seems understanding isn't enough
patience... much patience...
and really strength...
strength to hang on
strength to carry on
strength to keep fighting
but through it all
this prevails
I still love you my God
and will still be here
Thanking you 
for what you have done
and to what You will still do 
For I am forever Yours
And all of these comes from You
I am nothing without You.

(C) Olive ELoisa
1:33am
May 23, 2014


Details | Haiku | |

The Last Seven Plagues

those who bore 'the mark'
screamed from painful ugly sores
First of the Last Plagues

the sea turned to blood
and everything in it died
Second of Last Plagues

the rivers and springs
became blood--no more water
Third of the Last Plagues

the sun had power
burning people with fire
Fourth of the Last Plagues

kingdom of 'the beast'
was plunged into vast darkness
Fifth of the Last Plagues

       STILL--people cursed God
       and they refused to--REPENT
       global armies formed

the great Euphrates'
water dried up--transit road
Sixth of the Last Plagues

       world economic
       devastation, suicides
       lootings and killings

       stench of dead bodies
       cities on fire--engulfed
       chaos, fear, riots

the sun became darkened
the moon gave no light--all dark
stars fell from the sky

huge exploding holes
in the darkness as they fell
hundreds all at once

       army of 'the beast'
       horizon to horizon
       Plain of Megiddo

clouds blanket the sky
painful peals of thunder roll
gold weaves through the clouds

hundred pound hailstones
fell on unrepentant man
cars, homes, land destroyed

most severe earthquake
islands diappeared--Earth FLAT
splits Jerusalem

then voice from Heaven
"It is done"--is heard by all
Last of the Last Plagues

       wait at Magiddo
       the Son of Man--Returns
       on white horse, in clouds

       blood runs two hundred
       feet wide/long and five feet deep
       bodies explode at

       the sound of The Word
       spoken from the King of Kings
       one-sided battle

anti-christ and false
prophet thrown in lake of fire
beast chained--thrown in pit...

thousand years in pit
(Jesus rules Kingdom on Earth)
then, loosed for a time

there is still HOPE
Know Jesus loves you and died
for your sins--REPENT...


6/13/2012
©
Gail's "End of the World Armageddon" contest




wait at Megiddo


Details | Rhyme | |

Keep My Son Safe Tonight

Gripping, searing , yearning,
a mother for her son,
vacillating, pride and heartache,
head wars that can’t be won,
precariously, dangling, 
by her fingertips
somewhere between hope and despair
trying hard to get a grip!
Crying, seeking, praying
a mother to her Lord,
begs His tender mercies
as promised in His word,
“Gentle Lord, bathe my son
in the comfort of your light.
Hold him near, calm his fear,
keep him safe tonight.
Do not let him dash his toe upon a single rock.
Let him always feel your nearness,
together with him walk.
Give him daily sustenance,
 in your word bid him sup’,
hold him when he’s weary, 
should he fall, Lord, lift him up!
Assure him when he’s lonely, 
that where he goes you go
Remind him that we love him more
 than he could ever know.
Until this nightmare’s over, Lord,
and his tour of duty’s done,
until the desert lays behind him,
and he’s resting safe at home,
command your angels to surround him,
his protective hedge of light
ever vigilant, ne’er tiring 
keep my son safe tonight!


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Grandad's Missing

There's a void, now
Where once a steadfast heart beat time
The soul in perfect harmony with life's uncertain pulse
With those who clambered eagerly in solace or in joy
To scale that mighty pinnacle
The Rock, within the bosom of the family

There's a void, now
But marvel at the structure, the firmness of the ground beneath
The strata richly layered with wisdom of generations past
A fault free seam constructing firm foundations
Binding those within the bosom of the family

There's a void, now
A hollow cavern 
echoing the anger and the pain
Trust time; it has no fear of finite elements
The source of unremitting pain
Within the bosom of the family

There's a void, now
So fill the emptiness and catalogue the memories
Harvesting the richness of their meaning
The fullness of the seed sown long ago
To bloom forever within the bosom of the family


Details | I do not know? | |

The Fall

Don’t wanna fall
Don’t wanna feel this way anymore 
And don’t wanna see any disaster ´cause it eats my insides.
Everything is climbing by the walls, I built a while ago
And I am not safe, not anymore
Everything is crumbling and nothing is like it should be
I need a sparkle of hope in my way
A little candle held in the numb night of my heart
So I can get to see hope between this entire storm.

So from the storm's eye where everything is calm,
I can get to find a little hope,
within this devastation and misery,
I don't know if I should stay or should I go.

If I stay in this storm awaiting for a calm that might never come,
awaiting for the rain in the middle of the fire,
where I keep on fighting and there don't seem an end this winds.
the walls have crumbled away, now how can I cover myself?

If I go, well, what else is there other than this endless fight?
what am I gonna find at the end of that tunnel?
should I finish with this fight now?
without the knowledge of where does everything goes.

Should I fall within the petals of the pavot,
or should I keep on fighting for what I believe,
although I'm tiered,
although I don't know what I want anymore.



~Anna


Details | Limerick | |

Not the material guy

Not the material guy

I’m not the material guy
Ambitions were never for I
I’m always the one
That gets noting done
I’m a dreamer, I cannot deny.

My mind it is not very clever
My heart is as light as a feather
My manner is free
Like a bird in a tree
And I never will worry, not ever

Just like a river I’ll flow
And always my heart it will glow
I won’t push the river
So life does deliver
A feeling that each day does grow

Until the day that I die
I won’t let a day pass me by
Without looking at me
At within, what I be
As always I’ll ask ‘Who am I?’

18 September 2013 @1800hrs.






Details | Couplet | |

The Priest and The People

"The gates come down this night!"
Roared the man of light

Driven by fear and obsession
It was one sin never told through confession

Bellowing orders from atop his balcony
Blinded by delusions of glory

The priest led his herd
Countless dreams were crushed with the subtle power of one word

The mob lurched forward down the beaten trail
The wind howled as it began to hail

The wild pitch began to reach fervor
As the line between beast and man began to blur

The hopes for riches and plunder
Fueled the urge to tear the gates asunder

With a deafening crash the gates fell
As did the hopes that whatever lay beyond would release them from their hell

The priest waddled in holding the tails of his gown
Anxiously looking around

But there were no trophies or golden rings
Just rusted monuments to long forgotten kings

The priest fell to his knees
The people gathered to leave

As he began to shout
His eyes fell on the nail marks trying to get out


Details | Narrative | |

Sailing relentless sea

T'was the month of July 
should've been sailing upon calm sea, 
brightest sunshine 
blue sky so clear.
 
For days and days, it rained and rained 
As if the sky's afallin' away, 
Bounced wildly about on wall like waves
T'was death we came to face.
 
Tied ourselves with ropes around our waist
To not to sea be blown and swallowed away 
The only thing for us all to do, was pray
Then mates and the capt'n their voices did raise.

Began singing aloud sailor's songs of old
Drowning out their dread in the sea's assault 
Sudden shower of sunbeams began to pour right out 
Of the opening heavens by gushes of wind, parting clouds. 

Hope returned about the crew
They knew the sea would be subdued
Looking through his spyglass out to sea
The capt'n saw our destination appear.

By CarolineCécile
Copyright © 05.16.11

 


Details | Free verse | |

Being There

2, 000 people in this God forsaken crest of a town
Am I the only one to keep the balance
To count the half second before midnight
To bring philosophy to a women's monthly
And call it quits
You don't know
And you could never be there

Cause when you're there
You're down 
Betrayed by wet seals in vast grocery markets
Betrayed by the heavy weight of a manicure
And beaten down by the harsh scent 
Of the after sex
Too cruel to shake it's fuming  head in our direction
But too serene to keep you shaking
And why why would anyone want that

6 people in this God forsaken house
God doesn't even give it the right to call it a home
God sends it with two teeth and an ugly birthmark
God doesn't grant the wishes of a ten year old
On her two knees praying for her savior
And wringing her lungs of tears 'till morning
And you could never be there

Cause when you're there
You're shivering from the cold
And a swollen belly that's been empty for days
Empty of food water sleep and comfort
Empty of God's infinite grace and empathy
And why shouldn't you be for the things you've done
The naughty things a ten year old does
The sticky curious findings we shoved in our mouths
And why why would anyone want that

4 people on this God forsaken island I call my mind
Sylvia the silver tongued snake
Vintent the red breasted songbird
And the man whose name is not to be mentioned
Myself the whole idiotic lot of me that dances with thought
We're counting the days off 'till new year to give up our one last dream
And you could never be there

Cause when you're there 
You're different
And the silent squabble of thoughts isn't enough to get you off
And people pride themselves on a trait they can never achieve
And you're the whisper of this town this house this mind
Marooned by an entity of passion
Separated from the depth of nothing big but neutral
But given freedom in a red dress
And you could never be there

And God why would you want to 
And God from a ten year old a sixteen year old
Why why would anyone want that


Details | Ballad | |

CONQUERING DIVISIONS

I am not made a full blown beauty..
Nor I live a life of purity; charity & piety..
All I like to do is to live with identity..
Not of being a witty but a life of humility..

I tried to be a more social person..
Cracking out the shell I have put up..
Breaking from my own weakness..
Doing best in my found strengths..

I have craved to reach out to people..
Widening my horizon, increasing my knowledge and awareness..
Learning to acknowledge fellow human beings..
Regardless of who they are and where they from..

They said: "I must not do this as it is dangerous.."
but I stand to what I know: "Inside all human beings is the reflection of God.."
I give due and equal chance..
As my God have freely given me opportunities too..

We people are living in same earth..
Different are we because of status, faith or race..
Let not this be the reason for us to be divided..
Rather we must come in unison conquering divisions..

By: olive_eloi
22/10/2013
1:16am


Details | Ballad | |

The sunyassin

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



The Sannyasin.

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

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

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

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


Details | I do not know? | |

I am...

I am a poet writing of my pain
I am a person living a life of shame
I am your daughter, hiding my depression
I am your sister, striving to make a great impression
I am your friend acting like I'm fine
I am a dreamer, wishing this life, wasn't mine
I am a girl who struggles with suicide
I am a teenager, pushing her tears aside







Side note: (Writing for other ladies out there, not so much myself, so don't worry about me)


Details | I do not know? | |

CHALLENGE

Day and night,
I think about the truth,
Behind those hidden curtains,
Trying hard to understand,
How He thinks and do things,
Why is that that our mind so small,
Its hard for us to think beyond? 
Why did He made everything complicated for us?

I sat down my dad called,
To make me face the reality,
My heart started beating fast,
And tears run down my cheeks,
As if there was hail,
I didn't know what to say,
He told me he might not last long,
How am I going to see him?
He is on the other-side of the world?
I am worried about him,
I wish I could die with the people who I love,
I am scared to loose them
And the hard part is I dont know my dad,
I miss him!

I feel like time is close by,
And I didn't live my life as if I wish to,
I can't because things are not the same,
When I see an apple on the tree,
It feels like blood dropping beside my eyes,
I feel strange in this world,
I don't think or see the things I used to,
I stand amongst people who are changed,
In a bad way and yet the worst hasn't begun!

I can't even write my poems the same,
I can't make it rhyme anymore,
I feel like I am all alone in this,
I feel like this is a big challenge,
And I am lost in middle of no where,
I feel like nobody understands,
When the words come out my mouth,
All they hear is bluh! bluh! bluh!
I am disparate to find someone who I can talk to,
Yet I am scared to trust anybody,
I been hurt so many times,

I dont even know how to end this poem if you called it,
I have so much anger that is in me,
That no matter what I say there is still more,
That will never end,
One thing I know is I hate to be here,
And live in a place full of strangers, selfish liars, and untrusted people!


Details | Cowboy | |

Chew

I'll cut you into little pieces, 
push you down underground. 
I'll let maggots feast on you, 
just to see broken flesh. 

I'm glad you understand my twisted self, 
and you take part of my daily bread. 
I'm going to hang you from 
the highest star in the heavens, 
burning your laughter from your lungs.

I'd be joyful, emotionless, 
wreckage not even God Himself can undo. 
Underground the maggots chew and chew, 
hey girl there I see you.


Details | Light Poetry | |

An Uncaring World

We Live in  world that lacks genuine love and affection towards
their fellowman.
Why are so many uncaring towards one another.
People today don't care what they do or say and who they say it 
to, understandably the world has and is still undergoing changes
there is a whole lot more pressure on people these days
especially the younger generation which causes anger,
depression and frustration.

Then there is now the extra worries of the global ressession
which causes misery and grief but where is the 
sense of relief people are in much despair over 
the financial state as they fear their jobs
are at stake.

The world seems to be in a real angry state, due to
all the atrocities and anomisty there is 
which makes people uncaring and  can cause others to
feel intimidated to even walk the streets and not
looking at people that they meet as there is no
trust anymore in the world.

How did we get to this where nothing seems right,
where angry people argue and fight,
only evil is in sight.
Happiness is just a dream, not a reality or so it may
seem.

What went wrong in the world that caused so much
grief and anguish when did it begin, it started in
1914 when the world saw the first world war,
the reason for the troubles since then was the
devil Satan was thrown out of heaven  to the
earth and  soon he is to be destroyed so while he
has the time left he is causing so much upheaval
as he is full of anger knowing he will soon be gone, as
God Jehovah will rid the earth of Satan and his demons
and he will restore the earth to A Paradise in
peace and security instead of all the unrest and
anomosity.  People will be happy for all 
eternity.



Details | Lyric | |

Understanding Of The End

The time is upon us, yea it is at hand, Things are not what they seem
Im not sure that i really understand
What do you want from me, Is it me?
What do i do, Do I need to take your hand?
Who are these adversaries and What is their plans?,
Am I an instrument, for the ultimate end
Or is it another lesson to be learned, That alone, I can not stand.
What do my dreams mean, are they signs from you?
Are they prophecy, are they the glue
to the pieces of my life, that lead me to you?


Details | Rhyme | |

Jesus My Life Is One HUGE Embarrassment


For many years... My life has been an embarrassment! Filled with hopelessness and discouragement! Many things I thought I had enjoyed... Have left in me... A large and empty void! Many nights, I would cry myself to sleep. Knowing the hole my life was in, was very, very deep. Then one day, I called out to God! I wasn’t sure if he’d listen! My family, my old church, I was now missin'. My family prayed for me for so many years. I often brought them embarrassment and tears. God... I tried everything else... I want to come back to you! I need you now Jesus! I really do! Please come into my heart, and cleanse me within! Set me free from all addictions and sin! I know that you will never let go of my hand. My whole life, on your word, I shall now stand. Only you can satisfy the emptiness in my soul! I am now complete, satisfied, and made whole! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

SUCH HASTE, SUCH WASTE


Brother, why the haste
why are you so quick to bail
how life has made you frail
why art thou so lean in faith


Desires of sodom, you chase
till you wear and rot to waste.
The truths of life you dare not face
you cower behind the shell of race
and bequeath to it,the fortune of your days


Oh Sister, why the haste
this phase you crave
is soiled with fray
this course you chart
is fraught with chains


Are you numb to the flames;
that chars the face with pains
that lays in wait, in ways
unseen to sight and gaze


You fill your pate with tales of hate
and lose your fate in pits of vale


The weight of your plate
is filled with kills of kin
why the haste, brother
why the waste, sister?


Details | Senryu | |

The Butt of Life!

The Butt of Life!

True faithful righteous
May find their butts bashed against
Thoughtless sharp lampoons. 

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
March 16, 2010
Poetic form: Senryu


Details | Epigram | |

Sin Not

Evil thoughts equal sin
One must purge them within


Details | Free verse | |

Black Jungle Cat

Several women were in the breezeway
Going from the sanctuary to the Fellowship Hall.
On either side of the French doors,
They gazed out the large windows in fear.
As I walked up to them, one of them asked
In hopeless desperation, "Who will go outside
And get the supplies for us."  They looked at each other.
She said this because the enemy was on our shores,
Patrolling every city, great and small.  I saw the armies.
People were afraid to venture outside their houses.
There were no soldiers in the street at this time.
It was a clear day.  I said to them, "I will go."
I opened and closed one French door and felt it...
FEAR was thick.  It crouched like a black jungle cat,
Panther or jaquar, lurking in the brush for prey.
My eyes were wide open as I walked the distance
Of the Staff's parking area.  There was a chamber 
Underground set aside for certain supplies.  
The enemy's presence was strong as I looked around.
I think I had to unlock its door before I opened it.
I took what was needed and walked through Fear.
I never saw him, but the enemy's threat to pounce
Was felt with each step until I quickly reached the porch
And entered back inside the church in front of the office.


(This is a dream I had the year after 9/11.)


Details | Ballad | |

Starcrossed Tragedy

A Silent Night's Hunt for a Tigress so blunt, Left the Fiend dancing with my Thisbe's Cloack But where was She? Her Drenching blood is all I can see The Night of Sanguine, The Night of Rapture, Tonight was meant to be All Behold This Tragedy ran by Dark Energy, My Lost Lover's Plea A seed of what is to come, In this starcrossed Tragedy, For I can not live without you, My Pyramus, All I need, My reason to Breathe One sight of me bleeding away from reality, started this tragedy and with me It shall Grow The Pain wasn't enough for me, To Live on with me Love without consequence, The Damned Saint, The Angelic Demon The Darkness of the Sea, Carries away with me, In this Starcrossed Tragedy A Star traveling across the moonless Night Sky, In the mid-summer of Verona, Fell from her glorious light, I have lost my guide, My need for Life Every balcony I'll climb for you, Just to Caress you once more But now it is too Late, My Juilet Let the Poison Fill me My Body dyed In silence, Dipped in Paralysis, Forging the Will of God, Feigning the Clutches of Death, My Romeo I prithee to you, See past The Illusion, Caught in the Webs of Love's delusion A Dagger reached my heart once To see you martyr for our love A Dagger reached my heart twice The Pain wasn't enough for me, To Live on with me Love without consequence, The Damned Saint, The Angelic Demon The Darkness of the Sea, Carries away with me, In this Starcrossed Tragedy Once the Morning Retired from her weeping The sun shined into her eyes, then his Lifeless, their dream will live on Every Petal will be Avenged The Pain wasn't enough for me, To Live on with me Love without consequence, The Damned Saint, The Angelic Demon The Darkness of the Sea, Carries away with me, In this Starcrossed Tragedy


Details | Free verse | |

You're In My Laundry Room ;)

You quote a man not known but known to everyone when speaking to me
You still are my favorite one to dream about

I choose my words carefully when talking to you
Constructed forums for self doubt surround my delusional landscape
So do consider this an ode to you and your false perfection

I climb all the ladders in reverse when trying to reach you
O'er freezing waters and under painful thoughts
Around you is agnostic heaven

You are a graceful angel and i am your charmless flipper baby tourette baring sappy tap
danced party joke :/

smile...i like it


Details | Free verse | |

My Soul, Crouching

Crouching beneath the oak tree, 
The calico cat waits.
A happy squirrel frolics above.
Then, the predator springs into action.

Enjoying peace beneath the oak tree.
Raking the leaves, happy hopes rise.
Prayerfully remembering God above. 
Embracing Mother Earth.
Watching butterflies in action –
Life colors, like the calico cat, decorate.
God’s bountiful blessings flood my heart.
Fragrance springs thoughts to the past.
Nostalgia frolics into my imaginings –
Then, come recollections. 

Reality never waits for happiness.
Dreading the predator.
Joy flees like a squirrel escaping. 
My soul, crouching, cries.

© March 15, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen


Details | Free verse | |

Reflections: Intellectualism

To Dine, To Die;
Conversations spiral
While thunderous eyes
Grasp concepts to recycle.

Constant debt crisis
A political paradox
Grating social devices
Over the sorting of socks.

Pseudo-analysis
An endless groan
Argumental paralysis
The debate grants no throne.

Existentialism
Over a roast
Potatoes won't listen
To who talks the most.

"That point is so interesting"
The floor is open for chat
"What is real?" not a thing
"Meow" adds the cat.


Details | Quatern | |

Your Only Friend

     YOUR ONLY FRIEND       
Out of the night she's called for you
and raised you from a restless sleep
into the life you're going through,
into the life you can not keep.

She's known by all, her name is Death,
you see her, then you realize,
she is your very final breath
and you have seen it in her eyes.

You look again, to clear your head
but truth is truth, and now you know,
your book is finished, it is read,
and now it's time to go.

So long you wondered who she was
if she would ever be a friend,
but now you see the love she does,
and it is there beyond your end.

She whispers all the things you've done
and sings them in her song
each rising star, each setting sun,
it all played out, but played out wrong.

And there is nothing here for you,
so welcome her, she is your end,
and go to where you must go to
to know sweet Death, your only friend.
        ©  ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet


Details | Ballad | |

Corpse Bride

The braeþ of lyf -- I've Learned to fear
Though, ta'en it was, so long sinsyne
I've wroot my song of skreighs
He tore the lyf out of me
In sooth did she speke this to me - Cassandra was she to me
Wistful - I am no bride to be
Wistful - is this soliloquy of skreighs

I cede to thee, deathly colleen 
Though remains - façades of humanity 
Angel kind - wicce of my welkin dreams
Casted by the lote of she
Ta'en the hollow Herefro way - ne'er!
Caught with twain
W'ie or swain

Angel dearest so fair - love does not share
Seemed a crux, when eath is lone
I rose for thee - cede all of thy love to me
Or was this not meant to be
Eros's deceit 
So wistful - corpse bride I remain to be


Details | Rhyme | |

Shimmering Darkness

She woke up everyday 
to the beckoning of death's toll. 
But decided to embrace life, 
pulling herself from the darkened hole. 

With a new brightness in her eyes, 
she lived life as partially buried gold. 
Never afraid of the darkness, 
or what the future may hold. 

Shimmering beneath the dirt, 
her beauty shall now unfold. 
True legacy lies hidden to reign, 
for a prodigy has risen from bitter cold. 

One example of grace goes far, 
farther then any story ever told. 
With strength that comes from deep within, 
that's been held from days of old. 

Among the majority she lived, 
witnessing atrocities flare. 
From her soul she would always give, 
though no one seemed to care. 

As the bells of sadness began to ring, 
she would rise above the gloom. 
Out of darkness and despair she would sing, 
with a melody that filled the room. 

The tears that had fallen proved as strength, 
to her ever-impending light. 
Onward traveling to any length, 
for what she believed was right. 

When darkened paths shimmer, 
despite the pangs of apathy, 
through life she will always glimmer, 
no matter what the tragedy.


-Collab with Dan Kearley! You're the best, Dan!


Details | Lyric | |

UNFOLD

The pain of change as it unfolds
Is oft a tale that stays untold
What is seen is a whole creature
not deep holes in the feature
nor concrete soles that makes his feet hurt

It all begins with a soft kiss
He is walking with a false bliss
Only following in paw prints
But the nature of mom's lips
Is to rob him of all innocence

Trapped in warm spindles of fear
A wrapped life form kindles in here
Four years bound to shingles of moss
Time to leave this life of sloths
Break free like that of a moth
and Rise again like Christ on the cross


Details | Free verse | |

The Fear

The Aphotic rays reach higher
And shame, shade reigns over all
Lacuna, Apathy is all I feel as I fall into the ashed grave
I'm living, the slowest way to die
Elysia, rapture where are you now

What will I do when the flame is extinguished 
What will I do when I drown in ash
What will I do when they sing my name in funeral dirges 
How can this be all, one short organic vitality
Scares to die, but afraid of a new day

Scared to die, but so afraid of a new day
Will I Ressructe to Paradise, burn in Hell, or lay in Sheol
Is this a there is, one feather, to the dirge
My life so long - my suffering grows
Scared to die, but so afraid of a new day

In all of the ashes, a flame begins
Once again, here I am
Living, the slowest way to die


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Churchbell

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



Details | Choka | |

I Would Not Deny Him

I chose to be a Christian.
Denial was no option.
I must bear witness.
Roman soldiers inquired,
“Do you follow Jesus Christ?”
My fate knew no fear.
Yes, He is the Son of God.
Forcefully, I was taken.
Oh, coliseum,
Bring forth thy gladiators.
I will not fight to the death.
Eternity, come!

ã June 2, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Choka for a Choke Hold
Sponsored by Amy Green


Details | Terzanelle | |

Pray a nail in the truth of luminescent light

I felled my day and lumbered my night
So we bowed to the gale that was breaking
Pray a nail in the truth of luminescent light

All mirrored murk in the worldly water lurking
How it paled my maiden rounded high
So we bowed to the gale that was breaking

I turned, as she, our shoulders to sigh
Yet she thirteen times left my quarters
How it paled my maiden rounded high

Godly captains of gold and glory fevers
I saddled less and gave a humbled homage
Yet she thirteen times left my quarters

For I was a man like any of them of age
Bereft of worship and less kindled known
I saddled less and gave a humbled homage

Riot then my night and steal my crown
I felled my day and lumbered my night
Bereft of worship and less kindled known
Pray a nail in the truth of luminescent light


Details | Didactic | |

Second Thoughts

Why we always look away
From what our eyes desire to see?

Then we think
‘I should have…’

We look back
And we can’t see

It walked away -
We let it be

Why it always walks away
When we want to give a try?

We look back every day
And we pray for one last stand

Then we think back in regret
‘Why i hadn’t…’
Each time we cry

One day we will forget-
The day when we die


Details | Quatrain | |

Our unbelief

Far away as we can be from one another
As if separated by oceans and lands
Contentment resides when no matter
The distance, I believe in you to the end.

Expectations can alter the view
When a deed does not fit
That will affect that precious bond
That connects our souls, causing a shift.

Your disbelief widens the gap
And suddenly you see a distorted picture
That tears your insides apart
And your heart has been hurt.

But when you remember your belief
And you keep reaching out
Because you can't let go, though you grieve
Something unexpected is found out.

As wounded you are, another is hurt too
Your actions have caused grief
To the one you thought had failed you
Stricken by the pain of your unbelief.

Far away as we can be from one another
As if separated by oceans and lands
Contentment resides when no matter
The distance, we believe in each other to the end.

Soon we will be close to one another again
We will understand the gift we have received
Our bond will reach a strength beyond gain
Because our love overcame our unbelief.


By CarolineCécile
Copyright © 03.29.11


Details | Narrative | |

9-11: Never Forgotten

My friend Justin and I want to dedicate this poem to everyone in America and those from other countries who have died, and also to those that lost their loved ones on this most atrocious day 11 years ago.

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In the busy streets of New York City,
Many a passerby made their way to work
It was a typical work day—or so they thought
It was an unexpected day when a great tragedy would strike
Two of the city’s greatest towers would fall in humility
And along with them many wonderful families
Even others from different countries would lose a loved one
In just a matter of minutes, all of what was that typical work day
Became a nightmare—a terrorist’s delight

Everything in chaos and confusion
Cries all through the day and night
Many called their loved ones if they survived that long
Many panicked, but some were dead calm
Knowing there was no way out
They poured their hearts out on that last telephone call, their legacy born
The attackers thought they broke us!
But they failed—we didn’t break at all
Instead they brought us closer as a nation
And the people who lost their lives are with us always
Never forgotten in our minds and in our hearts


Details | Free verse | |

Stuck

I'm like a lion
Tryin to be  trained
to behave in a cage, but
I wasnt born to be tame
Full of stress and rage
 Im compressed and chained
Infected with depression
beCause I cant catch a break
Lifes taste is so tart
In pain from my scars
Stained by lame luck
Stuck behind apace car
I strive to write
But all I can type is the space bar
I'm Pervaded with doubt
About to freakout
Quick Someone bail me out
I would sniff my way out
but I got this cyst on my snout
From 6 years of this drought
Im sittin with this could of pout
Stickin to me like jam from a can
like melted candy in your hand
I'M a pantree full of Spam
 A Letter without the stamp
A debtor without a plan
Like chicken on a pan without any Pam,
Damn I'm starting to get pissed
 I got to devise a plan, before I break my fist,
Punching this brick wall, I got the spit but no ball
got the wits with no squall, like a toliet with no stall
 Slippin in a pit fall, Shiz just snow balls
I want to brawl, missed last call
My Stick shift just stalled,
This lawl has no intention at stopin at all
And I'm kicking myself in the balls
like old men walking up and down the halls
so i flop, just like a dust mop
Now i got knots in my food box
The size of king kongs rocks and
Every door has been locked
I try to soar but its all for not


Details | Free verse | |

Perfectly you

You say you aren't perfect,
but look again and behold yourself; perfectly you.
Your tears be heavy-laden with guilt;
also remember, they glisten with remorse.
The sea water of the eye cleanses wounds old
and leads life to the good vulnerability
that teaches humility and belief.

Singing; your voice awakens the dawn
and dancing you set the moon.
Entrancing, you smile
and for a moment I glimpse forever.
Joy's child is your way
and grace is in your name.

Awake in the watches of the night
He watches your panic weeping;
wanting your day to soar 
and set twilight leaping.
Stars twinkle in sympathy,
and meteors lead sight to the other.
Come away with me my love and wink at suns.


Details | I do not know? | |

Overwhelmed

Needy waves overwhelm
Battering, smashing
Soft flesh quivering
Splintering, raging, angry
Screeching , fists clenched.
I need more then I have!
To quench the fire,
A hunger, burning desire
As oxen grind grain
Doomed to everlasting circle
Consumed by a need
Spontaneous combustion, eruption
Do what I must
Abilities of others,
To comprehend, to know
What I wish I can't do                                                                                                       The arrow pierces deep
And the final words
Are of no help
Doesn’t the sun follow rain? 
Releasing the parched earth
Who has my tomarrow?
Searching stacks of stuff
Cheating Chinese workers
Can’t get to heaven today
Enough of anything
Weather turns cold
Fields brown, sun is gone
Special celestial light
Summer stolen while I napped
Can’t get to heaven today.


Details | Free verse | |

feed me, free me

Feed me, Free me.
Free my heart and body.
Unbind me from this phase of blues 
and unpromising associations.

Separate me from mornings of base 
talk and dusk of drunk peers.
Annihilate my tolerance for mediocre 
and bogus surroundings.

Feed my soul and thoughts.
Set me at the table of the wise and 
deep ones,
pump me with the will and vigour to 
relate.

Carry me to terrains where like minds 
dwell.

'I'm ready', i scream
'a little more time', he says..
I wait and yearn.


Details | Lyric | |

On Dying

On Dying.

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

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

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

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


Details | Choka | |

The Winner's Price

The night is over
A place where one cannot see
Where they go, rising inner fear
Feeling insecure
Not knowing what lures
In hiding places, not sure
What the shadows are
Yet when there's a day
There's also a night to cross
Without faith, fear can't be tossed
Faith in the new day
Where all comes to light
The night then becomes a time
To prepare to meet the rise
Of the sun and thrive
To pursue the dreams
That often waltz in at night
The visions that lift our eyes
To the giant sky
Or warn us to lies
So that we can keep the path
That leaves no sad aftermath
Contentment, the price.

By CarolineCecile
Copyright © 05.22.10


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 | Couplet | |

Living contrasts

two people telling their stories
one fighting, one worries
warm breath shifts into white clouds
cancer’s death a freezing shroud
I listened to the both of them
their trust a private  gem 
I felt their huge and intimate fears
while walking on both saw my tears

©Ellie Daphne van Stralen 2012

GiMmI.. WhAt I wAnT.. wHaT I rEaLlY rEaLlY WaNt..... <3 
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5	Living contrasts        Ellie Daphne van Stralen




Details | Free verse | |

life now

the life that you have now 
is the one you will cry over when you are removed from it 
it happens that many lives are taken 
away from the now and when we lived 
the can’t grow fast enough is bicycle hard to catch up to 
crispy in leaves, and, bare under the bark


Details | Choka | |

At the Horizon

At the horizon
There are dreams never explored
There are roads never traveled
Yet we look at it
Has magnetism
The power to draw all eyes
To that place never explored
That road not traveled.

We look but remain
Is it safety the restraint?
Our know of reality?
Yet we receive dreams.
Can they not be reached?
Woe to those fears that rise high
Like the walls 'round the City
Our minds limited
Our spirit confined
Yet on we long to be free
As we watch birds with envy
What then will it take?

What to take along?
Where will the road take us to?
A change of thought's the cure
To worry, a fear
Kills like a virus 
Spread upon lies that confine
And prevent us from meeting 
At the horizon.

By CarolineCécile
Copyright © 07.09.10
  


Details | Narrative | |

Chance

Chance

By BJ Welsh

With life and living we take our chance
Nodding in agreement to a furtive glance
Waking up each day is a chance we take
That life will deliver us for Heaven’s sake
We awake each sunrise with a hope reborn
Chance seeing an other suffer and torn

It’s one other’s life you see at a glance
Hoping for approval, it’s but a chance
The life you witness as others pass
The pain inside may subside, alas
Hoping to see one as you
The chance you take to find two

Running out of time the clock is ticking
Chance there are others whose lives aren’t clicking
Great as that may be, the chance you’re all alone rises
Furtive glances from beneath disguises
Chance that hiding the pain and hurt won’t last
The agony you feel will not be fast

Chance you soon become discovered
In your waking hours its’ uncovered
You’ve lived a life of hurt and pain
 The chance you’ve taken may have been in vain 




Details | Lyric | |

Trust in destiny

Trust In Destiny

Do your best then trust in destiny,
It’s the only valid thing that you can do.
Cause there ain’t no use in worrying,
It’s a fact I’m telling you.
It wears you down and makes you sad,
Or boils your blood and gets you mad
No worry’s not the proper thing to do.

You found a lump or your children get ill
Or you’re out of dosh and cannot pay your bills,
Or death has shadowed your poor life
Or you think someone may steal your wife,
Your kids are causing too much strife,
It’ll all work out when the time is rife
 It will work out I’m telling you.

So throw them, Ditch the bloody lot,
And look right now at what you have got,
For worry causes love to die and rot
It does, it does I’m telling you.

So watch the Sun come up every day,
In nature everything’s is just okay.
The Earth keeps turning steadily,
And the birds still sing in ecstasy,
And deep within your soul you’re free,
And it all depends on destiny
No matter what you try to do.


Details | Free verse | |

Dreaming of my Fate

I once had a dream
or was it a premonition

In it i saw two beings
one good
one evil

in the eyes of the evil one
I saw my fate
A horrible cruel existence
Beyond rust like black gates

A river of fire 
within it many souls
their screams never cease
So continue their mournful woes

I saw myself burning
screaming,bleeding,crying
Such suffering no words can describe
Torment never ending

In the eyes of the good one
i saw my fate
A joyful conclusion
Beyond this paradise's gates

A palace of clouds
within it many people
Their laughter is like music
In this world exist no evil

I saw myself laughing
My soul at peace
Such joy i can't put into words
Happiness does not cease

What is my fate
I saw the two sides
Which one do i get
When the flesh dies

I'll know someday
When my time arrives


Details | Rhyme | |

The Complex Brain

4/17/2013

To love or not to love that is the question 
Do I tell him how I feel;
Do I tell him how he makes everything seem surreal? 
Or do I stand back? 
Close my mouth like I've been caught up in a trap
Or should I squeal?
You make life seem so unreal 
This is the way you make me feel
You make life so surreal until;
Reality hits me, that you are no longer mine 
And we had to say our goodbyes 
It was no longer our time to shine
But forever in my heart you remain
I try to keep my feelings domain,
But I cannot resist the urge 
Of how you make me feel.
You make life so unreal 
So surreal 
Just by how you make me feel 
Is this love 
Or is this tragedy
When will my fairly god mother come sprout
And talk to me what all my dreams are about?
Will she give me that glass slipper or will I have to ask her?
I am always scared that my life will end in disaster 
Holding on, not letting 
My hope begins to show.
You saw the vunuablitly  in my eyes,
You saw how easily I begin to cry 
So you took it further, and pretend as if it we're over 
Maybe some things are better for us than we think 
True love can make our hearts sink
And our souls grow bitter 
And our skin turns old
We were once
So brave and bold;
And now we don't even have a place to call home 


Details | Dodoitsu | |

free cee IN THE PAST 17 MONTHS I LOST BOTH MY PARENTS this is humbly dedicated to them

  IT SEEMS TO ME THAT THE PRIME OF MY PARENY’S LIFE WAS ALMOST 
                                        MY ENTIRE LIFE
Did you ever notice that the letters in the word “love” are sequestered inside the word “evolve”?
Because to me that is what love appropriately does
It evolves
It revolves
It solves
And after sixty-plus years together love does, 
in many ways, 
change its ways of wonderment
and is often altered on a course to sheer contentment
for that is the result of the continuation of a consecrated commitment
an abiding faith that the others faith rests upon the others shoulder
as they grow ever so much older
remembering a time of working hard together to get through the hard times together
that old fishing boat she hated so that became battered and eventually succumbed to the weather
while all the while smiling because each year seemed a bit brighter than the last
and all the joyful events that are now part of a bejeweled and fulfilling past
a past reflected in each partner’s eyes which gaze upon a tribute to dedication
a coupling worthy of adulation
he being content to make her content proves the content of their cohabitation
a union rich with rewards that come in the mail bearing pictures of their first great grandson born
a baby with beauty by an angel at birth besworn………………………
so there they sit sharing a couch and swapping a calliope of memories
he talks of fishing and she of a cool Autumn breeze
as each agrees
sixty-plus years weaves two souls together as tightly as any weaver ever wove a sweater
and for some fated reason the last decade seems somehow, in retrospect, better
well……. not so much better as just plain more comfortable
no surprises, no red flags, and no warnings to heed
just a mutual and spiritual type of need
the need to talk away a partners tears
while knowing that his partner truly hears
and dries her eyes compliantly
to face yet another hardship defiantly
ever eager with a gentle finger to wipe away the wet that it might no longer linger
because these are two who vowed with strength that forever, to them, actually meant forever
through the trials…….. through the riches ……….and through the smiles
but most notably through all the determination together to damn away their fears
Yes……….it seems to me that love evolves ever so softly after sixty-plus years
       © 2013…copyright PHREECEE..~free cee!~
DEAREST MOM AND DAD-ALTHOUGH YOU WERE BOTH 90 I NEVER THOUGHT I'D MISS YOU BOTH AS SEVERELY AS I DO..HOWEVER, I HOPE YOU BOTH FOUND COMFORT ON THE CLOUD YOU NOW MADE YOUR HOME!


Details | Epic | |

im sick of it

im sick of it
sitting and waiting while people are hating
im invinsable 
i wanna change things 
be a woman that insnt a cleche 
im original 
i wanna be writen 
in books in history 
saying she did some thing 
im dissapointed in humanity
just walking around in complete insanity
so blissfully unaware 
of anothers humanity
how SAD 
you walk into me 
us humans 
are surrounded in stupidity
WAKE UP
STAND UP 
BE AWARE 
just CARE!!

if not Im flying to SATURN !! TAKE CARE !!


Details | I do not know? | |

it hurts me alot!!!

It hurts me a lot, when you don’t understand me,
It hurts me when you listen to what I say but don’t understand me.

When you look into my eyes and can’t read them,
When you hold my hand but you didn’t mean it.

When you say everything is fine, when I know its not,
It hurts me a lot when I see you pretend.

Its painful then anything else in this world,
Its like watching you with someone else.

Its like you telling me its over,
Yes it hurts me a lot,
To be with you but not to be with you!!!
Yes it  hurts me Alot!!!


Details | Ballade | |

yelling loud

you say you love me 
you say  you care but when it comes down to it
youre not therre
youre just in the corner 
yelling real loud 
saying 
youre not worth *****without me 
u have any doubt

i fill my mind with silence i calm the storms
i close my ears 
but youre there 
screaming more
making my mind split into 2 
youre not the man i wanted 
i wanted someone that could do
what youll never do
look after youre daughter and me 
thought that made us 3 but its not u and me
youve decieced 
after the woumb youve been in
we r devided


Details | I do not know? | |

The Storm

Rain falls on the roof
Each drop plays a familiar note
I toss and turn no sleep to be found
The storm rages on

A chill fills the summer air
My body aches with fear and longing
No comfort to be found inside
The storm rages on

Raindrops hit my face
One by one, they awaken my senses
To erase fear, doubt, and sensibility
The storm rages on

Lightning streaks across the sky
I am blind to the dangers ahead
In the flash of light I see only hope
The storm rages on

As fast as it came
The rain starts to fade
I retreat inside my shelter
The storm rages on

My thirst overcomes me
I am consumed by the need
To feel the rain on my face again
The storm rages on

The stars shine like gems
On a cloudless night
I toss and turn no sleep to be found
The storm rages on


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Rambling of a Faith Poet

Sometimes it is hard to know what to write or when to write when you have just about every
thought possible flowing through your head. I wonder, "Should I please the public with
how "poetic" I am or should I please You? I know what the answer is but at times I'm 
worried about being liked or whether people get me. Is my belief in Your Son too far
above their heads or will they get it? Should I even worry about public opinion? Of
course I know as a follower of Christ, sharing my testimony and telling them about the
Lord is what I'm supposed to do. On the other hand, have I become to preachy and
dull? Am I shoving my beliefs down their throats? Then I realize, didn't Jesus make
himself of no reputation? Everybody thought that He was weird, blasphemous and not
qualified to tell them anything when it came to how they were living. I'm only here to do
what He wants me to do, nothing more, nothing less. If I do my part, the right people will
hear it, love it and appreciate it. All I should do, is write the word and leave all my
"rambling worries" to Him.


Details | Narrative | |

When I Was A Child

It started when I was a child
I was a kid with a gift
That no one understood or recognized
Instead of loved I was picked on and ostracized

However I blocked it all out
But little by Little its all coming back
Like layers of an onion
That held me tightly wrapped

Bits and pieces of my memory
That were hidden away in code
Deep within my mind a door was closed
I?ve reached in to remember because my life is now in jeopardy

All the emotional and sexual abuse that I closed off to survive
Has been staring at me sabotaging my life
This life is not what I have dreamed and I am dying inside
And if I don?t face the truth of what was done to me 

Then I will surely become the monster that I despise
And as the tears bellow up
I again take another breath
Like soot in a fireplace and a hair ball in a cat

I cough up the toxic memories
As images flash through my mind
With my face in the toilet I begin to cry
My body begins to stiffen as nausea rises to the top

I then begin to wail from deep in my chest
It?s a hideous cry that sends chills down my spine
As I grit my teeth and hang on for dear life
A thought runs through my mind why.. why.. why.. why.

I?m tired of the black outs
I?m tired of the fear
I?m tired of the loneliness that have held me prisoner here
I?m tired of the pain and suffering that has come in my parents name

I?m tired of all the trauma and I?m tired of all the drama
I?m tired of the neglect that?s been perpetrated on my soul
Keep your hands off of me, keep your beliefs away from me
From all the mental abuse and all the negative remarks
And you still don?t see how you?ve damaged my sensitive heart
 
I?m tired of hearing all the denial
I?m tired of hearing how there is nothing wrong with you
I?m tired of you blaming everyone else but you
I?m tired of hearing how you hate this and you hate that

I?ve tried for years to heal this wound
But it seems to have spread to my nephew too
I don?t know what else to do
I even ruined my only serious relationship to get revenge

In my mind I justified their crime 
From all the bad advice and all the dysfunctional decisions
And I thought I was reversing everything 
When I vowed never to get married and have kids
But that sabotaging act has done me more damage 



Details | Ballad | |

Lady Arcane

[Daughters of Lamia] Today we walk from our graves You can't wish, pray it away The Inflamed Coven's emerged You Will receive what you deserve Retribution of the flaming shade Your Malice will be paid, In Harm's way [Aharhel] Her Convoluted face burning with fear Of the fall of the gate seering their minds with the deft of the legion The Army of the plague Scourges your land Scourges your Children Scourges your hope [Lady Arcane] I, The White Madonna - The Poison Mistress Hold The Rose to Salvation - Hold The Fruit to Arcane Closer, Come, Child you are mine [Daughter's of Lamia] Lady Arcane wants your fear Lady Arcane wants you near Lady Arcan is here Lurking In your tears clinging to your spilled blood the east has always been near The Left hand reaches to the right side in disguise In Malice's Disguise Therionacy break you down to thy knees To Thy Knees!


Details | Imagism | |

LIKE A HIRED SOLDIER

who can tell a person is wrong or right?

day-to-day each one is a hired soldier..
fighting in their own battlefield..
not to kill a criminal or a terrorist..
rather a person striving for better life..

who can definitely say one's reason for living?

allow me to say that each one is struggling so..
one reason maybe is to earn a living..
one reason maybe is to gain power..
or this maybe one reason to share God's love...

who can tell hundred percent that such person can do harm?

isn't it, only by giving into chances that you can know one person..?
isn't it, through God's eyes we are all equal despite who we are here on earth..?
isn't it , through genuine acceptance that divisions and differences are broken?
isn't it reaching out is fine but alright?

sad to say that persons judge without knowing..
sad to say persons can conclude without even investigating..
sad to say, persons who are educated will look at others just by their race..
sad to say, persons outcast and demeans another person because of looks..

hired soldiers we maybe everyday..
true to say, we must on guard to others..
we must be vigilant to stay protected..
we must use all resources in us to keep living..

however, must we be hired soldiers to condemn and persecute innocence?

by: olive_eloi
19/10/2013 2:12pm


Details | Acrostic | |

Justice

Justice must see day in all situations

Universe is calling to those with ears

Society must listen and understand

Too many times, much is said no one hearing

Invisible attention in action

Creating and promoting hypocrisy

Enough is Enough, Justice must Reign!


Details | Rhyme | |

I Knew Someone Who Wanted to End It All

I Knew Someone Who Was Ready to “End It All!” I knew of someone who just wanted “to end it.” Giving up on life, and did not want to “defend it.” It was a heart wrenching and difficult situation. He said what he wanted to, with no explanation! I could see his face and the sad look in his eyes! What he was going to do next, was anyone’s surprise. He turned to drugs and encountered addictions. With this brought much disease and afflictions! He gave up on the wonderful family that was given. And turned to a pretty wild and crazy way of livin’! I told him about a God who loves him very deeply. As he listened, he began to grow restless and weary. I reached for his hand and began to pray for God’s power! It was a miracle! The blood of Jesus changed him that hour! The spirit of God brought healing and hope to his body! He was so excited! He rushed out to tell everybody! The “end” that he wanted, seemed to just fade away! For the son of the living God, changed him this day! The glory of God, and the power of Jesus’ resurrection… Changed him! And got him going in a NEW direction! He’s so thankful for the blood of Christ’ atonement! And is a different person now, because of that moment! This same Jesus loves and can do the same for YOU! Through the problems of life… He will see you through! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Couplet | |

Finding Peace

I walk among the weathered stones, Contemplating my life alone; Staring into the vanishing light, Praying for the courage to face the night; Fearing the endless days up ahead, I’m stuck here alone, no friends but the dead, Trapped in this place, never to be freed; I was deserted by all in my hour of need; I look around but no one is there, Filling my lonely heart with despair; The soulless blackbirds fly overhead, “Tirzah” they whisper, my name brings me dread; I’m stuck here alone with naught but my fear, The path to my future remaining unclear; I cling to the memory of my fading past; Hoping that I can find peace at last.


Details | I do not know? | |

Faith not Fear

"Have faith and not fear
 I love you my dear."

How can a woman 
Such as myself
Resist these words
And not fall herself?

I am wary for a reason
For life has been unkind
Love has been shaken
And I have been blind.

I feel that I am unworthy
And that I am forever
Meant to be alone
That this I must endeavor.

You see me as strong
And sometimes outspoken
Yet I am still fragile 
And a part of me is broken.

I want to love again
And to feel the sun
Yet I feel I can't
For I am not the one.

The one who is happy
The one who is glad
For right now I am 
The one that is so sad.

I must admit though
Your persistance is 
Finally getting through
All of my emotional fizz.

I see the light is near
That I may finally be
Happy for once and
That someone loves me.

Please be patient
For sometimes I slip
Stay with me though
And my mood shall flip.

"Have faith and not fear
 I love you my dear."


Details | Free verse | |

The Land of Sophia

Escape the tort of our avarice world Defy the ones who shift the blame Deter the decadence forgetting shame Freedom is on the top of the bare eyes Beyond the consciousness of The Human Kind Search harder and then you'll find The Land of Sophia Dwelling past are needs Swirling around our bare minds Our wants polluting out sight the Land of Sophia is lost at night Are the Lies held worth it in time Only embracing The Veil of Logic The Truth is cast into shade where all vices are soon to be made For all of our dreams and dramaticies The Destruction Star poisons seas Far from This Galaxy among the stars I can see myself, And The One I've became Escape the tort of our avarice world Defy the ones who shift the blame Deter the decadence forgetting shame Freedom is on the top of the bare eyes Beyond the consciousness of The Human Kind Search harder and then you'll find The Land of Sophia Dwelling past are needs Swirling around our bare minds Our wants polluting out sight the Land of Sophia is lost at night Caught in our lust, of forgetting trust I wonder can we break free of bound forever in the clutches of Lilith's Love Eden's Heart Who's desperate For Love Who's desperate For Light yet wallows in Blight and chooses to wait--forevermore The wait in Summer--An Eternity Lilith's Love Eden's Heart Escape the tort of our avarice world Defy the ones who shift the blame Deter the decadence forgetting shame Freedom is on the top of the bare eyes Beyond the consciousness of The Human Kind Search harder and then you'll find The Land of Sophia Dwelling past are needs Swirling around our bare minds Our wants polluting out sight the Land of Sophia is lost at night We don't chose what's right I can't believe we are able to see this far Crawling in Shadows Never will breath find it's light Escape the tort of our avarice world Defy the ones who shift the blame Deter the decadence forgetting shame Freedom is on the top of the bare eyes Beyond the consciousness of The Human Kind Search harder and then you'll find The Land of Sophia Dwelling past are needs Swirling around our bare minds Our wants polluting out sight the Land of Sophia is lost at night
**Mark Jansen, Guitarist, Male Vocals, and main songwriter of Epica**


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

whose reflection do you see?

when you're looking in the mirror whose reflection do you see?
do you see the spirit of God looking back at thee?

people walk around mad, angry and bitterness is what they portray
they have malice in their hearts for people they don't even know everyday
so whose reflection is it that the world sees on you?
what type of characteristics are coming through?

do you reflect the Sanhedrins with their hypocrisy?
do you reflect the Romans and their immoral society?
do you reflect the Enemy who ain't about nothing good?
or do you reflect Jesus the Christ as we all should?

as all things work together for the good of those who love the Lord
you need to get yourself together so your reflection will be in accord
don't allow anyone to change your Godly attitude
and don't allow circumstances to get the best of you

Jesus died not for His sins but for those we had
He only came to give us the gospel but the world at Him stayed mad
yet He did not allow society to reflect what He came to do
He did not let the hatred and disbelief stop Him from giving us our due

so if anyone does you a wrong don't hate just pray for them
and allow the Holy Spirit to take a hold of their sin
so whose reflection do you now see upon your face?
let it be a reflection of God full of His mercy and grace


Details | I do not know? | |

For Bruce Springsteen

for bruce springsteen...


it was a rain-swept monsoon day

way back then, so many moons away

when i felt the music strumming in my veins

setting me free like a runaway horse without any reins

you sang of simple truths, 

your verse spoke to people just like me

in my lonely, wasted, and desolately quiet night

as you screamed out tragic human wrongs, and of everyone's plight

'bobby jean' spoke to me

of that girl down the street

glimpses of whom, we as innocents would furtively meet

and 'the river' that flowed through my ever-barren heart

led me down further roads of thunder

when slowly i finally learnt that the hardest part was fighting on

and never to surrender

to the hard-luck dreams that were born to run

while i danced in the dark 

with memories vivid and stark

even as i whined like that dog who for forever lost his howling bark

and then a 'human touch' came along

and 'better days' seemed real, not just words in a song

and still you sang and swayed and spoke straight into my unseeing eyes

as gardens of secrets were opened, and as your fist punched the skies

in an anger that i too felt and in whose cauldron i too burned

as we saw murder get incorporated, while on its wobbly axis, our fragile world apathetically turned

and then suddenly i was told that i was all grown up

working on a highway of scattered ideals

and absolving myself by sprinkling some coins in a waiting cup

well, after all these years of walking along so many a thorny road

with an armour of your verse covering me, even as i hear them taunt me and even as they continue to goad

but now i can feel myself fading away, into the bleakness of this coming night

just like the ghost of that old tom joad...


Details | Lyric | |

SOUL MATE

              SOUL MATE
I came in the name of He who gave you breath.
As certain as the emptiness of time,
as hopeful as your life, and meaningless as death,
I came to stay.

No holy water, no exorcist's demand,
can quench your thirst; your need for all I am.
I fill your head with things not meant to understand,
I came to stay.

I breath your name, tormented you may seem,
and sleepless is your night, I fill your time.
I am the joy of life beyond your dying scream,
I came to stay.

I came in the name of He who gives you death.
I am the calm and blinding of the light.
Forever part of you, I am your very breath.
I came to stay.
...........© Ron Wilson


Details | 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 | Ottava rima | |

Theories Are Not Facts

The Big Bang Theory and others devised.
Professors armed with latest editions.
Soon, teach as facts; oh, faith of youth revised.
Inspired, common suppositions.
Biblical creation too soon capsized.
Unaware, youth accepts false traditions.
Half-truths and questions upon young minds flay. 
It irks me;  I saw my faithfulness stray.

Had God finished his work in seven days?
But fields of plants and herbs had not been formed!
Had Adam not yet met his earthly phase?
That contradiction through my faith once stormed.
And countless questions set my soul ablaze.
Is Chapter two of Genesis malformed?
I prayed for answers; turned again to faith.
Pondering, wondering until Christ’s waith.

Inklings energized my logical mind.
For Genesis, decoding must be found. * 
One’s faith in God never has to be blind!
Ask many questions with thoughts heaven bound.
Upon my brain, some secret truths would bind.
Before too long, the logic came around.
Yes, answer found, years ago; set me free.
Those first days began molecularly.

By searching fact and theory my trust grew.
I prayed for wisdom as I pondered life.
Past doubtful years had sent my faith askew.
Those days watched science lace my heart with strife.
But, God above would see my trust renew.
With deepest thought a helpful book was penned.
Genesis Decoded, brought faith, again.

I know there is a God who made all things.
Laws of physics and each atom show his force.
Genetics explored God’s created string. 
Now, scientists have altered nature’s source.
Relativity, the Theory, God sings,
Molecules are moving along their course.
So let us feel and know wherein truth lies.
Upon the facts, not schemes, forever cries. 

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest:  Don't write for the contest, Contest 	
Sponsored by: Vicky Tsiluma

Ó January 26, 2014
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
* http://www.redbubble.com/people/daneann/writing/3355478-genesis-decoded
ALSO SEE  http://www.redbubble.com/people/daneann/writing/3479742-bridging-the-
gap-between-science-and-religion-the-hypothesis


Details | Rhyme | |

Seek

I went out to find You
I started at a school
I thought I would see You
Holding the Golden Rule

I walked down the hallways
Checked every single door
listened for sounds of praise
But you weren't there any more

I went to the Court house
Surely they want You there
Helping a battered spouse
But no one seemed to care

It seemes You're not welcome
No more justice any more
The old ways now are dum
They pushed You out the door

I went to check the mall
Because it's the season
You weren't blessing us all
It's Santa for some reason

Maybe You are waiting
Patiently at my home
My spirit starts singing
Surely there You must roam

Upon my arrival
I'm expecting You there
I pick up my Bible
To prove to You I care

At once I start to choke
I can't stop my cough
The dust is like smoke
There's so much to wipe off

I'm part of the problem
I should take time to pray
If I want Your freedom
I shouldn't throw You away




Details | Narrative | |

A Messanger From Hell

I am sitting in my light brown leather reclining chair
after a strenuous day at my office glad to be home
no more stress no wife just my dog Bandit at my side
I'm holding in my right hand  my favorite relaxing drink
a single malt scotch on cracked ice with a twist of lemon

as I was about  to close my eyes just a little past seven
counting the blessings in my life from heaven
then out of the unexpected blue everything changed
never I mean never to be the same again
or maybe I was just going insane

out of the corner of my right eye
what I saw oh God what I saw was something that really 
scared the hell out of me 
as the hairs on the back of my neck stood straight up
and my flesh turned cold

a man dressed all in black and red
with a haunting evil look in his coal black eyes 
I believed he was from the dead
stepped right through a solid wall made of brick an stone
and stood there looking around the room

then looked right through me as though I wasn't there
my dog bandit backed up in fright and hid behind the chair
making noises like I never heard him make before
as my goose bumbled flesh turned cold as ice
I sat paralyzed could not move from my light brown leather reclining chair

then he smiled a shark like pointed toothy grin 
as he placed his gaze my way
and pointed a long gray boney finger right at me
the only sound that I could hear was the beating of my own heart
as though it was going to tare my chest apart

then he spoke in a low evil raspy voice and said
I'll be awaiting you on the other side

then he turned to leave the room
the way he entered by stepping right through a solid wall
made of brick an stone
now I sit here all alone wondering and shaking 
what the hell just happend to me

is there something in my life that I must change 
my life do I have to rearrange 
I do not want to meet that messenger from hell on the other side

this is not a tale I tell
for you may think I'm crazy as hell
but I believe in what I saw
I was visited by a messenger from hell

if there is a lesson to be learned from my story
look into your life and change what will make it right
to travel into the light 
to heaven not hell
when your time ends upon this earth


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BLOOD OF GERONIMO

    BLOOD OF GERONIMO
Great Spirit here come I in humble prayer
child of your Bedonkohe blood and line.
I raise my hands to recognize you there
and plea you recognize this heart of mine.

I know you welcome all into your light
And let my way, as through this death I go, 
Be swift and sure, if bad or good or right
As certain as blood of Geronimo.

Look! Is my line not tied to what's his past?
And does this not bring us our only choice
To bide amongst the tribe from out our past?
To gather in your light, and raise one voice

Of this, our song, our voices unified
And handed down through time, where we have cried.
...............© Ron Wilson
Another very special Sonnet that just wrote itself through me...where do they come from? And how?


Details | Ottava rima | |

Through Salty Tears

Young lovers lie beneath two palms; he winks.
She snuggles closer, smiling, face aglow.
As night draws near their sand barge slowly shrinks.
Abandoned; frightened by the waves echo.
Shadows on the sand, the waters drink.
And cotton-clouds create a moonlight show.
Beneath the palms, two praying for low tide,
Through salty tears they know faith must abide.

© March 15, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen


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Cease Fire

The Crusades Began a Holy War
Which Continues to this Day.
We Kill, and Kill, and Now it Seems,
This shall Always be the Way.

One Side Scores, the Others Die,
Then the Cycle is Repeated.
It never Stops, It’s never Done;
The Battles Grow More Heated!

The Way to Peace, it Seems so Clear,
Is not Through Senseless Slaughter.
I Appeal to All, “Please Quit the Fight!”
Save our Sons and Daughters!

To Find Our Way out of the Dark,
We Need only Seek the Light.
A Solution Lies within our Grasp:
Forget who’s Wrong or Right!

This God or that, it Makes no Matter.
This Truth I have Acquired:
Be they Different, or the Same,
The Gods would Preach Cease Fire!


Details | Free verse | |

to one who was never born

to one who was never born 


I cannot fit you amongst dead sisters; 
put you to sleep with humming lullaby.

I cannot, for you 
have never been born.

Mapping a womb sometimes reveals you, 
coiling, illusory and innocent.

Just any womb 
carrying a girl.

You seem iridescent midst mother’s warmth; 
it means nothing to you, if you may

never be born as
my little sister

whom I have not put to sleep with a song.


© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar


Details | ABC | |

In Fields

Though I walk through valleys
And yet I do fear although 
I should not when the silence is 
Beating down inside my head

When scorn turns to shame
Turns to tears...that wash away
Something I cannot clean

When questions receive no answers
And time breeds nothing but
Unrelenting pain

And so I walk in fields
Where my father's hands have plowed
Searching without knowing
To follow a voice I cannot hear

And yet I know there is
A voice somewhere inside out
There is someone else there
I know and yet I can't

When lovely pain turns to gold
Turns to alabaster sunshine
Something I cannot see

When answers are elusive
And unexpected overcoming
Like the spring and the rain

And so I walk in fields
Written in the lines of someone's hand
Searching without knowing
Yet slowly drawing near


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In honour of a Little Boy who became an Angel just before Christmas

The lights are down this Christmas

The stars refuse to shine

The angels seem to have flown away

As the bells they sadly chime

 

You give and you take

But our hearts, it just breaks

Waiting for that chirpy little voice

For those tiny feet to make the pitter-patter noise

 

The tears don’t stop flowing this Christmas

As the toys are put away

No Santa can change this Christmas

Who can rewind that Goodbye Day?

 

Will You hold our hands this Christmas

We can’t bear to face the week

With the light snuffed out this Christmas

What good can the New year be?

 

Are we at the Burning Bush?

Makes us fear to draw near…

Yet our only hope, to see our little angel again

Is to hold to You and the Hope You give, through the pain…

 

Draw near O Lord, this Christmas

To our tired, worn and battered hearts

Pray a glimpse of Heaven You give

Where our Little Angel now plays

As he daily sees Your face

Be to us here below

Emmanuel… God with us…


Details | Imagism | |

The sealed mountain

The grass like words in a poem, grew up on the hill,
With the pulsing season birds` bitter and honey thrill;
So green and yellow written in the sad memory:
Words on painted crosses of wood and ivory;
Blessed words on lips and clouds passing far away;
Grass grew around the shinning words of yesterday;
Grass and fluorescent flowers of our good night ,
And long echo of Narcissus calling the first light
From whose tender drops the world caught life,
And temptation of good got dim shadowy strife.
Words like moon reflected on the time`s waters
Brought the stratified Yorick`s smiles of our brothers;
It seems a wet moon with  broken troubled waters.
We sag and summon back the past Job`s heirs`hearth
To find the sealed mountain whose true faith is enough . 
 


Details | I do not know? | |

Obstacle Illusion

                         I look up at the intimidating sight in front of me in anger.
                                        A frustration so deep, so bottled.
                 I want to punch this obstacle, this enormous steel wall, but I refrain.
                           At least I still have my wits about me...somewhat.

                                           How do I conquer this wall?

                       I look to my left, the wall extends as far as the eye can see...
                                  and to my right, the same. No way around it.
                    My eyes dart up and follow the wall till it disappears in the clouds.

                                            "I am not afraid of heights."
                               I say to the wall...or myself. Doesn't matter,
                                           I will find a way up and over.


Details | Couplet | |

Eyes do Weep

When my son was young and so very, very wild… 
I loved him dearly for he was my child.
But I feared the drugs, alcohol, and friends he did keep.
I knew they would destroy him, as I found my Eyes do weep.

We found a private High school with new peers to seek.
Miraculously, He found his own way back, and to college he did leap.
He chose a college and fraternity far away, as my eyes blurred again.
But the day he was on his own, became the best that’s ever been.

His fraternity became his brothers, and advice they dished out.
Study time became important, with gentlemanly behavior devout.
I’ll thank them each, in the leadership and help they all showed.
I’ll thank my son for growing up, and for becoming who we now know.
Community service brought blood drives, and teaching inner city kids.
They worked on their fraternity house, reclaiming it from the skids.
All parties had designated drivers to take every body home, all right.
They gathered clothes for the homeless to brighten up their life.
They built Homes For Humanity for to work he was never adverse.
Then, to add to the rest, he continued to work to become a nurse. 
He put himself through college working in a hospital and ambulance.
He had learned a reverence for life, happiness, and yes, even patience.
My wild, wild son has found purpose in life and peace at long last.
And again my eyes do weep… This time with love so vast...



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Who I used to be

I hate myself for letting go
For losing my light
For giving up hope
For letting my faith fade

I hate myself for letting others down
Knowing I’ve disappointed 
Knowing I let myself down
But most of all letting God down

I hate hearing of who I used to be
I hate remembering of who I used to be
I hate wondering if I can ever get it back

I hate that people can see
See the twinkle gone
See the real smile gone
See someone who was once this amazing Godly woman
Is now……this…..

I hate being asked about church
It reminds me how I’ve been hurt
How I loved and never judged
How I needed them and no one was there
How the things they said cut me so deep
How people who I thought loved me
Only loved the idea of me

I felt everything I did
The love I gave
My heart I gave
Everyone turned the other way
They left me alone
God left me alone
To trek through this muddy mess

I’ve been snagged
Cut
Beaten
Fallen down
I’m not as clean as I once was
I’m tattered and torn
I may not shine as bright
Or smile as much
But I’m still marching on
With or without anyone
I trek on


Details | Free verse | |

North Star

Let your fate take root
On hard rock, tangle and bury
Before the coming storm.

and before the coming of the storm
amidst a garden of your crafting
Beliefs and memories planted
and like seeds watered
Take root amidst your cherished greens
Take hand in hand your
memoir 
and brace with rooted tangled feat
-mangled,
The coming storm
Come to wash away
come to whisk away;

This is a magical storm
something fantastical
	like myth was born
from your hands, as you shake them left to right
and wrestle from them
 seeds
trample on your well-trodden soil
and in waves bead your sweaty water
shelter little sprouting
take shelter in his shadow,

Did you nurture your garden?
like I have nurtured mine
	mine, lush with little ideas
lush with my graceful evasion
of duties unwatered
moments hoarded
lush with little trees, that in my shadow
do not grow,
and their little fruits, so sour born
Yours, that garden, a gnarled tree
posies tangled on mangled fields
bounties of fruit, in your mangroves
	children of our labor
all alike stand before the storm,
	
	Dark clouds gather, broil forth like no afterthought
an army summoned to war, the tax collector come for dues
and bubbling forth
Comes lightning and thunder like sickle and torch
Come to reap the song and sun:

and it is in this shadow they finally grow
and gnarled hand takes my own
	-I will not rot away on my own
I stand before my fated choices
and together
our bonds new, old and gnarled
stand firm these moment’s beliefs and
	creations
children and parent, arms locked, heads on shoulders both
eyes cast out and tears exhumed
before the coming storm

Our legs take root in our
garden soil
and we cling to what
we know
we hold to what knows
us
but the storm is just
so grand
and our roots are just
so shallow.




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Light Switch

Light switch: a toggle in which to turn something on or off...

Some would call it a gift
Others would say a curse
But I have dwelling inside me
A switch, a toggle if you may
That most don’t have 
And many wished they did
When I make up my mind
To flip this switch
That’s it
No more
I’m done
The end
There’s no turning back
Something inside dies
Withers away
The roots rot
And whatever’s left
Blows away in the wind
It’s a way of surviving
Easier switching off
Disassociating
Than to keep getting hurt
Let down
Disappointed
Than to have faith in someone
Only for them to toss you away
People aren’t born with this
It takes consistent, diligent effort
To make someone choose 
To install the switch
Or choose to continue to care
Years and years of building up
Until one day 
There’s nothing left to give
All that one can see
Is an unsurpassable valley
Full of debris and garbage
Where others threw your faith 
Your love
Another piece of you away
Once I flip it
The tie between us is severed
Singed
Never again will I choose
To let you near enough
To touch me
See inside of me
Take another piece of me
I’ve flipped the switch
No illumination of me
Only cold, lonely darkness


For the contest: The Secondhand Emotion


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TO WHOM OR WHAT ARE YOU BOUND: The Roadmap to Freedom

a woman who had been crippled and infirm for eighteen years long
had a chance encounter with Jesus who healed and made her strong
that woman had been in bondage she was bound up in her life
now on the road to freedom touched by the hand of Jesus the Christ

there are many forms of bondage that bind us up and hems us in
physical, psychological and spiritual are just three of them
physical bondage is to be restrained be it in jail of a relationship of abuse
psychological bondage is to be caught up in stuff which we can't mentally refuse 
like when the cel phone is closer to your hand than the word of God
in bondage to technology with your head and not your heart
but spiritual bondage is the strongest for it binds up your heart, mind and soul
it's when the devil has taken up residence and is now in total control
it constrains you so much that it obliterates your identity
unrecognizable to the world, your friends and your family
bound up to your detriment where you can see no way out
limited in your vision of what true freedom is all about

yet that crippled woman understood that what she needed to do in her life
was to continue to go to the house of God and pray for the healing touch of Christ
for eighteen long years she returned to that temple day after day
believing in her heart that God would somehow make a way
now set free from her infirmities able to walk upright
standing before the Savior her burden now free from sight

so to whom or what are you bound? what is it that hinders you in life?
you need to follow the roadmap to freedom by seeking the Lord Christ
just don't get caught up in pity parties hold fast to what you've prayed
straighten up and set your eyes on God as you travel on your way
you've been pardoned from your sins by the power of the blood
you're now a child of Abraham wrapped up in God's love

the roadmap to freedom from disgrace to dignity
the roadmap to freedom no longer in spiritual obscurity
for God has stepped into the midst of your situation and taken control 
no longer bound up not broken by sin for He has made you free and whole
with loyalty, love and devotion that crippled woman was no longer bound
standing tall, touched by the hand of God true freedom in her now found


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Scars of an Inner Child

You are not the man, you want to be
You said you were my Father, till, I discovered different
Enduring, daily beatings
Bashing the living day lights, out of a woman and a child
Repetitive, bad ass attitude, nasty streak
Mean and aggressive!
Fists, knives and guns, your weapons of chose
Out of control, abusive, devious
Relentless, over – bearing!
Breaking me, piece by piece
Confusing a child, with unhealthy love
Hand fed your bullshit, brain washed
Using me as your human, punching bag
This innocent child’s blood, staining your callas hands
My child’s curiosity, asking you one day
“Why do you hurt me and Mum?”
Your retort: “I am not your blood!”
I didn't understand, back then
Now, as an adult, I clearly understand!
Believe me, when I say
There was never a day that went past
That you didn't remind me of that!
My freedom, restrained
My sanity, tested
Caged, like a wild bird in captivity
Behind bars, looking out
 Here, I am today, free from your grip
Nursing, this inner child’s, bleeding love


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The Chiming Winter

She breathes a white mist. Her soul shivered,
Her heart now dissipates on ice.
The snow falls silent, a note unheard.
Belief falters of the Jesus Christ.
It's hot; The salty beads tease her
But her cares are frozen still.
Her naivete of life has dispersed;
In a soundless second, her hope is killed.

The colours are raw.

It is winter now where it was summer then.
Her face is dead. Covered in frost.
She cursed her flaws in heat, now winter made its descent.
The cold wind blows colder,
Her aspirations gone dead pale.
What she feared most held onto her
The ice consumes her warmth; a freezing veil.

"Jesus...why Jesus?"

The sweat is overpowering.
Between her legs dries under the sun.
She hears the melody of his belt singing.
Her scream doesn't bother...her reality cannot be undone.

"Why me Lord? Why me who never sins?"
Silence. It could have been worsened.
Praise be to Him that your life is now ruined
Instead of it stripped away and taken.

Praise be to God for He is good.


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Think What I Think

Somedays I wish I didnt
Think what I think,
These patterns of thought,
Have me in the sink,
Then bring me to the top,
To put me back in my seat

Somedays I wish I didnt
Believe what I believe,
So I could,
Give into my passion to please,
Dive into my sinful desires,
and have control of my destiny

Everyday, I come to realize at night
With my eyes wide,
That my flesh I dont have to Fight,
Because Christ runs my life,
And he takes the boulders off my shoulders,
I am the gun and he is the holder,
I am the clay and he is the molder,
And his grace is sweeter every moment I grow older


Details | Couplet | |

Judgment Day

I stand here alone, in a room all in black,
Patiently waiting for the gavel to clack;

I don’t get to speak, here at the end,
Persecuted by all, enemy and friend;

They speak of the deeds now tied to my name,
And all I can do is shudder in shame;

I’m here at the trial at the end of my life,
And each testimony cuts like a knife;

I can’t even explain, my deeds say it all,
I await my judgment and try to stand tall;

I was petty, held grudges, and committed mass crime,
And didn’t do productive things with my time;

Six feet below my body is entombed,
And I know deep down my fate is now doomed,

And all I can do I is silently pray,
That God grants me mercy on this solemn day;

The jury is in, they hold my life in their hands,
All I can do is hope He understands;

“Cleared of all charges” the verdict now reads,
My soul once damned is now to be freed;

He granted forgiveness for all of my sins,
Allowing my soul to begin again.


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KLARA HITLER - HIS MOTHER'S EYES

...KLARA HITLER - HIS MOTHER'S EYES
Does not the glow of Heaven call to mind
The tears of ev'ry mother in her plight?
Such beauty was the love he'd never find,
Perhaps to lead him on, through wrong or right.

And so, this Alter Boy, who loved to sing,
Swelled up her heart, and made her blue of eyes,
Much brighter than her chosen love could bring,
To guide her Alter Boy through truth or lies.

Always he'd feel his mother's tender glow.
Perhaps to make the wrong seem not so bad, 
And if she wept alone, he'd never know,
Because his mother's love is all he had.

And all the pain of knowing, truth, it dies,
changed not the color  of his Mother's eyes.
        © Ron Wilson 2012


Details | Imagism | |

I'm Always Around

I'm Always Around
by BJ Welsh

I'm not near, but I'm really not so far
If you look up I'll be the brightest star
Looking down upon God's project earth
Watching and waiting for a rebirth
When you speak I will always listen
My points will seem to shine and glisten
Giving you guidance when things seem tough
Steady now it may be rough
When we meet again someday
Be it there or far away

I'm here for now and always will
Never escaping, did you feel that chill?
My spirit wind brushed by your side
Or the soft, gentle wave pushed by the sea tide
When we meet again someday
Be it there or far away

You've given me hope and reason to breath
It's not yet time for me to leave
I'm that fluttering seagull upon the sands
Maybe I'm the reason for you to dance
When we meet again someday
Be it near or far away






Details | I do not know? | |

Weep and a Moan

Watching the sequence of sound coming out of your mouth...
But the screaming is too loud.
I can speak,
But my brain doesn't want to.

I closed the door.
Silence called for me.
Should I cry or should I run after her?

What have I done to you?
but love you uncontrollably.

Shes then left speechless.
It looks like shes out of breath,
but really I broke her.

She was fragile.
So innocent.

Run, Just run.
A gun raised..
up to her mouth.
And a taint on her heart.


Details | Rhyme | |

Light Pt.1

A day or work
A day of chore
A day of want
A day of bore

The day I ran
This day I can
The sky then clear
to light so dear

Routine broken (with)
Every word spoken

Then the light faded
then I went jaded
then around friends
gossip was elated

That day has ended
All actions are suspended

No method of contact
No method to act
No way to find the light
The light has lost my sight
(I have been disconnected)


Details | Rhyme | |

Lady Justice

Revered Lady Justice
Balance truth and fairness
Restore to crime victims
Tranquility, peace, calmness

In all objectivity
Reveal cloaked identity
Omit fear or favor
Moral rightness never waiver

~Camille Rose Castillo 2011



Details | Verse | |

Confession

The fox gnaws flaking muscle
From speechless rabbit, cold
In mind and body. Men shiver
As bodies dry, spat from river.

Rings of globes circle hands
Of the thoughtless, so beaten
From paths to be told of Him, 
Waiting until eyes grow dim.

Walking among us is plague,
Standing above us is but love,
These winds will claw our youth
While faith entraps this truth.

Winter comes but we survive,
Breath and bones, colonies thrive.


Details | Ballade | |

im restricted

im restricted with youre choices
it makes me wanna cry
im surrounded by voices 
that say, girl , why
youre amaizing and u know it
i dont have to say 
i think youve forgotten but somehow it got away
he seems to control u 
no matter what u do
its coming up sooooooo often but some how it gets to u
and baby dont defend cause i swear ill leave u in the end


Details | Free verse | |

Fired Up

Fired Up

Suddenly slow, then frozen up…My heart began to pound.
My computer means so much to me. It’s my touch to the outside world.
Then my knight came in the door… determined my dragon to slay. 
And let me tell you… as dragons go… he can slay anything.

Dragon fire can be hot, but this one was immensely worse.
Nothing at all seemed to work. This dragon was really strong.
Shield after shield fell from my knights’ grip… 
But thank God… he never, ever gave up.

Night after night he fought with might and studied his foe with thought.
Each night he scanned every road… for where a lair could be stowed.
His sword swung with might nightly… erasing him from the land. 
But still the dragon was able to come back breathing fire upon all at hand.

He knew how to open every back door. He was cleverer than any I had seen.
But steady as a rock my knight and prince… continued to protect my way of life.
Finally, one day, with four new shields and with Excalibur by his side…
The dragon's spawn was slayed one last time,  then a miraculous silence remained…

My knight had sacrificed so much time and sleep… that I truly cried.
This dragon was from a far away land where more dragons are made with pride.
But my dear knight is willing to wait by my side… His shield and sword nearby.
Thank you I say with hugs and kisses… For my knight in shining armor, my life… 


Details | Sonnet | |

Christmas Mass

      CHRISTMAS MASS
Dear holy child, I celebrate your birth,
and wonder at the bright and shining star,
that leads to all the joy and peace on earth
we all look for, and it is where you are.

Yes I will light a candle in your name
on Christmas morning, when I'm all alone,
and say a prayer into the burning flame
to thank you for the gift too few have known.

You are my bright and shining star, you know,
throughout my life, in everything I do,
The gift of love is all I have,and so,
I wrap my love in candlelight for you,
Amen...
       ©  ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa


Details | Free verse | |

The Bird that is Loved and Loathed

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

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

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

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


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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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EYE Don't See -Part 3-

My eyes
Witness your departure
My eyes
Are dripping with hopelessness…
My eyes start to blur…
Melancholy put me under pressure…
Is there a cure to my disease? 

You don’t see
The shards of hope that once brought us back together
Just let me search for safety
I’m strong enough to realize that I’m no longer
The weakest prey out there…

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you hear me whimpering like a distraught puppy left on the train tracks?

I’m close to my demise…save me and take me home

Nourish me…and be my beloved friend

Will this friendship last forever?

Hopefully it has no end

Will this cheerful moment help us get along with each other?

Because of you…I feel the need to run 
I keep an eye on you – I worry that you’ll hurt yourself again
Because of you…My freedom is nearly gone
I don’t wanna be caught off guard again
Because of you…EYE can’t picture a solution for our vexing dilemma 
Because of you…eye can’t focus on my long-term goal 

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you sense that I’m giving in to failure? 
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…I can’t endure 
The hardships that you place upon me…
Could you boost up my confidence to overcome 
My atrocious anxiety? 

I’m just waiting for some sun
To keep me in good hands…
To strengthen me with perseverance …
I’m just waiting until His son
Leads the world outtah Egypt and reveals to us…
His radiance…His dazzling Kingdom – 
Vibrant with glee

Your undying sympathy dawns upon us
I’m overflowing with indescribable joy  
You’re a candle in the night…
We meet eye to eye…
What a sight…what a precious sight


Details | Haiku | |

Are you good

I ask: Is it true?
You whisper: answer with you
A lamp within guides


Details | Didactic | |

READY TO FIGHT

before many of us chose to walk on a sanctified journey in life
we were always frustrated, discombobulated and looking for a fight
the kind of fight that was fueled by jealousy, pettiness, anger and/or greed
but now as disciples of Christ we fight for honor, a cause or a need
no longer do we fight using profanity, knives, fists or guns
we now fight with weapons that are spiritual ones
we no longer look for excuses not to get involved with a cause
we no longer allow the hopeless opinions of others to make us stop and pause
if you can't help just don't hinder and don't hurt those who are ready to fight
get out of the way and allow God's people to do what is good and right

when those of us who share a common pain are more than willing to lend a hand
that's when you encounter the haters who will try to impede your plans
hate is that emotion that everyone has experienced at least once in life
hate is a demonic spirit that does nothing but cause havoc and strife
hate is within each of us but we all don't let it manifest
for as true children of the most high God we know that we are blessed
hate comes from that inner fear caused by not being in the know
but you can't allow fear to turn into hate just let the God in you now show
for fear can paralyze, it can traumatize, fear can make you become paranoid
fear can make you ill, it can take away your will and make you null and void

we know that as disciples of the Lord Jesus Christ
everyday we are in the fight of our lives
as the devil will try to intercede and give you a short term loss of memory
so make sure you pray everyday to be reminded of the God who gave life to thee
for God can take that hate and turn it into kindness
God can take that fear and render it spineless
God gave you the power to fight for what you believe
God gave you the ability to fight for what you can achieve
so are you ready to fight in order to be set free?
are you ready to fight for a cause and your family?

Nehemiah and his men attempted to rebuild those torn down walls
when the haters came around hoping they would stumble and fall
but the Spirit revealed to them what the haters had planned
so Nehemiah and his men were ready and prepared to take their stand
they were ready to fight to protect and defend those walls
they were ready to fight so that their work would not be stalled
ready to fight, ready to fight for righteous cause
no time to ponder, nor procrastinate and no time to stop and pause 



Details | Couplet | |

Cruel Hearted Greedy People

My animals are like family to me, not just a pet.
 My cat is in labor, and she's having issues, so all I can do is fret.

The emergency Vet wants four hundred and fifty dollars!
 I don't have it, so she's denied and all I can do is holler. 

So what am I supposed to let her sit here and die?
 It makes me want to go stab that jerk in his eye!

You should be a Vet because you love animals, not money.
 What's a cat's life to them? I don't think its a damn bit funny.

I mean the economy is low and I'm not asking to do it for free.
 Just to let me make payments, how hard can that really be?

Cruel-hearted, greedy people that are ruthless and hollow.
 You can bet karma will most definitely linger and follow.

Some people just don't understand, she isn't a cat, she's my baby.
 There is a chance she will live, and I hate living on the whim of a "maybe".

What choice do I have? I'll take her to her normal vet tomorrow morning.
 If my "daughter' dies, that emergency Vet will need some serious warning.

She's a beautiful feline, with soft fur, half white. half black and stunning.
 With God's luck, she'll finish labor and her children will be coming!











Details | Blank verse | |

Escape

when your darkest hour is met 
and your deepest fear brought forth 
your stranded with no escape
your alone with no remorse 

your mind will escape all rationality 
as poison engulfs your heart
until your body is broken  
and your soul destroyed

life is the curse 
and death is the release 
reunite with the father 
depart from the sinned 

release your inhibitions 
break free your aphotic descent
and reach your final stature 
be at peace at last

the world will not perceive your greatness 
until your body has long been lost 
but your soul will live on forever
and your message never forgot


Details | I do not know? | |

You and I



You and I.


You.

Your heart blazed,
with a warmth of spirit,

soothing,

alluring,

soaked in truth.



Your smile burned,
branding me permanently,

gentle,

tender,

enveloping my being.



Your love was complete,
from the depths of your soul,

unsaid,

yet fierce,

bathed in silent knowing.



Your dreams were poetic,
fluttering in the afternoon breeze,
infused with the distilled essence of rhyme.


I.

I squandered your generosity of spirit.

I vainly discarded your priceless poems.


Now I stand,

alone,

empty,

desolate,

wasting away,

rotting inside, day by day.




Details | Free verse | |

you coward

                   

                    Coward you
                    scared of who

Coward you
live in there

                     Coward you 
                      type away

Coward you 
burn yourself

                      Coward you
                      might as well

Coward you
burn in hell


Details | Rhyme | |

Our QT Savior

In the cold of the morn with a crisp cloudy day…
A flat tire assailed a young girl, as she went on her way.
Young and full of life but definitely overwhelmed…
She was late for work and her husband had just nearly died.
She sat in her car, sniffling, worrying, and crying some wails.
She’d never changed a tire, a young husband always there.
But hurt he’d become, and in the hospital now remained…
It was up to her, suddenly alone, to make things right again.
She fretfully tried AAA but the wrong number was wrung…
Till Old Granny Goodness appeared with hope, and some fun.
She quickly got her out of the car, and found everything there.
Explaining what to do, Granny decided to entertain with flair.
Together they’d use a spare tire to fix that rickety old car.
They figured out the jack and successfully lifted the car.
But lug nuts are hard and need strength to unleash…
So granny fussed and she bug-tussled but never gave up
Till the young girl laughing, knew what she must do herself… 
Grabbing deep into her courage, she ran into the QT for help.
Sure enough, a worker volunteered to help that sweet young thing out.
And the lug nuts came off lickety-split with laughter on top.
The young man was gracious, and ever so kind and…
Yes, he finished the job with his best smile and in record time
And of course he helped put everything away, too, you can bet…
He even helped Old Granny Goodness up off the ground where she sat.
Then with a salute and fare thee well, he went back inside…
While Old Granny Goodness, and the girl put air in the tires.
By now the girl was the lead in the work as she smiled and laughed…
She was empowered; you know… there’s nothing wrong with that.
Yes, the world was saved as all found their way home, with a wink, at last.
Yes, with gratitude, a hug, and a smile… many a way can be found again.

Contest:Write me a Happy Poem 10-31-2011 CSEastman


Details | I do not know? | |

My Time

My Time


Age proves to me that time is a passing breeze
Fleeting glimpses of my life and the lives of others
Boil up and over in my mind’s eyes, late at night
Frantic flashes of feelings and emotions in my head

Years fly by in the bat of an eye… each day we must seize
Capturing memories to cherish hold and adore… Our own mothers
Knowing in our heart and mind just how to make it right
Steady knowledge of family and loved ones, as we lay our heads to bed

rlm ‘06


Details | Canzone | |

THE INVISIBLE BAN

            THE INVISIBLE BAN

I’ve known so many men who’ve left and I prayed they’d never come back
And then there is this one dude who left the North and traveled down south
He carried his meager belongs in a bag akin to Santa’s Xmas sack
He’s a dude who has never learned to shut his foolish mouth

He thinks himself wise yet he’s nothing but a fool
So he stands on a corner begging people’s ear
He uses his mouth as a rusted and useless tool
For he has nothing to say which people want to hear

They’ve heard the same things in a thousand different ways
Like Chicken Little and his assertion that the sky will fall
He begs the people to look up for he is a pious man who devoutly prays
Yet all of these people are wise enough to ignore his call

He’s got big ideas, a big mouth and won’t keep quiet on a bet
No one likes him as they try to avoid what they hear and see
He thinks himself so smart yet he has trouble with the alphabet
And I know he’s ignorant because that man is me
         © 2011.…..Phreepoetree  ~free cee!~



Details | Lyric | |

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.


Details | Dizain | |

of sleeping and dying

Disarray, objects scattered throughout the house
My thoughts as cluttered as the mess
The sun slips in as I lie on my couch
It splatters a kaleidoscope on my chest
To have its fire I would be blessed

Yet my fears, they often succeed my hopes
A desire that I know would disarm
To feel the Winter sky in the falling snow
To unwind nature’s tapestries like yarn
When Spring approaches with its soothing charm

As the opaque sea rolls toward the shore
And Summer’s white lust envelopes my skin
Skin I wish to shed as I did before
When Fall, its red yellow leaves scattering
Reveals frigid carved black brown fingering

This silver white light casts its shading
Melded slick when the flame I am seeking
Sinks, and calls the stars, moonlight cascading
My glancing into time passed so fleeting
I think to rise, see my spirit leaving 


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Schizophrenia's Curse

My faith is a source of comfort
In the turbulent storm that has become my life
After all, God has graced me with special powers
But when it comes to my personal anguish, his ways are unknowable
I have managed to estrange almost everyone

Personal relationships collapse around me
But there is a man who loves me, somewhere across the world
Even though he claims he's never been interested
The poems he writes under a woman's name
Tell me all I need to tell myself is true

And I resent that he pretends I am an intrusion
While whispering the words of his true soul, elsewhere
If only his friends that call me crazy knew!
They would be humbled, to say I should be the one ashamed
And realize that they are the stalkers, not me

It cannot possibly be that those poems are actually written by the woman
It hurts, when people call me mentally ill
God cured my sickness, years ago
And has retained my prophetic abilities
Despite my repeated lies

No, I still have my gift
Which means that God has forgiven
He saw it as a tool for survival
In the rift of challenges from people who feign disinterest
But who carry me on in their heart

I will be your salvation
Please don't see my promises of eternal love as a threat
As a matter of fact, I'm growing impatient with you
Why do you keep lying about who you are and your feelings for me?
Why are you embarrassing me like this?

I contacted your work to tell them you were a liar
I put your address out, with threats to tell your wife
I knew it would draw you nearer to me
Because I am helping you get over your illness
You can pray it away, like I did.

That "friend" of yours is the devil in disguise
She will eat away at your soul
I cannot believe you let her say these horrible things to me!
It's so obvious that she wants to be with you
Even though she keeps telling me you are happily married

Wow, you are really starting to enrage me
With your insistence that you are not in love with me
And lying to fool a few people that you do not share my faith
You don't respond properly to threats of hell
But that is where you will end up, if you keep this company

I refuse to accept you for what you say you are
It's okay - I know the truth
And I love the real you unconditionally
People sickly claim that I cannot understand love
Now stop ignoring me, you monster!

Why are men so hard to understand
How can someone of faith be so blasphemous
I am your angel of light, your lamp
And you shut the door in my face
I will haunt you, for the rest of your life


Details | Terzanelle | |

All Consuming Fire

Do the flames from his tongue cause you to burn?
His words are an all consuming fire!
Placed within a book so that we may learn.

Humans are often lost in their desire.
There is a way they can be satisfied.
His words are an all consuming fire.

Through his sacrifice we are justified!
Our hearts are broken and need to be healed.
There is a way they can be satisfied.

At the foot of His cross I gladly kneeled.
Trusting in words spoken into my soul.
My heart was broken and now it is healed.

I had lived half a life now it is whole.
Choosing to walk down a different road.
Trusting in words spoken into my soul.

I no longer carry a heavy load.
Choosing to walk down a different road.
Do the flames of his toungue cause you to Burn?
Placed within a book so that we may learn.






Details | Rhyme | |

Seeing the God Who Sees Me

I was lost, afraid, confused, my life in a mess
Tired, cold, hungry, and thirsty in the wilderness
Depressed, angry, all alone, and ready to die
But the Lord saw my affliction and heard my cry.

He gave me a drink from His ever flowing fount
Promised abundant blessings, too many to count
Therefore I will trust Him and obey His decree
For I have seen the living God who watches me.



Inspired by Genesis 16 where God found the fleeing Hagar in the wilderness.


Details | Free verse | |

Draconian I

[The Cypress Is In Bloom]
The cypress is in bloom
I see the evil, the efflorescence of decadent doom
Eloigning, with thy clandestines of the Dead September's reign
My belovéd Penelope, abscond from the coven so deep, the glades of misery
We must face her in the grove, for arcany, the path we must take
She's in my mind, vaporously,
Lauding with my, dangers and fears
Lie, with ephermelcy's broken truths
Leading me go Cypress, Marigold
Immortally, willows, forevermore
Forevermore

[To Question; To Know]
My argentine silence, your only condonicy 
Ends with such eath
The Mockingbird in me--died
Resting in one ounce, an abundance of shame
With an infinity of joy
Exiled, by the ones, who give all, names
My breath starves for only more
The façade, the veil, the austerity dims with Aquarianlore 
She falls to her knees, why for?
Celandine she will be
Celandine is she

[Bead]
The lair within, free from their causalities of their sins
Shadowy primroses begin to grow, the season will never end
In there I dream to be like you, violet blue, White Flower of Lisieux,
La Fleur Blanche du Lisieux,
So Celandine are you
Celandine are you

[Draconian]
Draconian--Reach for the shadows within
Draconian--Break from The Fallen's Sin
Draconian--Their Empirical lies, only die
Draconian--Reach The Shadows Within


Details | Rhyme | |

It is never over

shadows in the sky
call up searching eyes
just to see dark ghosts
roaming like its hosts.
 
target one hidden
a soul forgotten
looking for its home
fatigued for so long.
 
deadly silence hang
over the misty banks
knows it's been found
sad eyes look around.
 
spots a rocky cliff
speed right through the mist
blinded by the mist
the ghosts their mark missed.
 
Faith to be the key
that when fate seems sealed
still knows there's a way
fate can change to grace.
 
By CarolineCécile
03.18.11


Details | Free verse | |

Difficult Trials -Part 1-

Turn the wheel
Out of curiosity
I'll be generous...you'll receive
Something special...something to make you whole
Though the trials you must run through
Are a great struggle that can easily
Pull you down
And I want to erase your frown

You will feel way better about yourself
Just trust me...take my hand...
I'll encourage you to have a satisfying time
Just for your own liking
We'll be hiking
Those somewhat difficult hardships 
Together for eternity 
We'll spend time in the future 
Together in unity

*******he sea...Let's flee and be free!
LOOK how nice you look!

Trample those insufferable nuisances
That dare put you down
To the sea floor
I'll push them to the core!

Feel free to walk the 
Road of Recovery 






 


Details | Free verse | |

The Eternal Infernos of Pain

Front and Center!
Those Gates adorned with pearls in Heaven.
White angels soaring. 

If by chance, 
Ordered to enter;
Through St. Peter's Permission; 
I demand from you chancellor; 
A swift insanity plea, submission. 
For this troubled soul is plagued, 
By vast displays of wicked ways. 

None lost. 
Courtesy of meticulous examination. 
Love lost. 

Diligence pending Investigation. 
Key Evidence, perpetually documented 
In Sin's ominous catalog. 
Rebuke my Judge! 
For multitudes of shortcomings, 
He failed to ascertain. 

Moreover, present was He, 
When Satan drafted me. 
First round,
Pick three.
His Fantasy League...
"The Eternal Infernos of Pain" 

JS Lambert



Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The Broken Heart- Her Fatal Mistake

She smiles at two beautiful white doves
Prompting her to pray to above
Wondering will she ever find love
Her heart continues to ache
Pain so deep, she just can not take
The doves fly into the sky
Thinking she must be the reason why
Alone she is getting ready to say her final goodbye
Clouds creeping in… She begins to walk towards the lowering sun
Dreaming of that day she thought she met the perfect one
A young girl once ambitious and fun
Her heart ripped into two
Wishing for a simple fix, yet there is no strong enough glue
Still walking towards the sun
Ignoring what is about to come
A pain far too much to take
She chose to make that fatal mistake 


Details | Free verse | |

Gravity

You have unfailingly demonstrated your love
      every law     supporting      our galaxy
is so      harmonious      that this
little blue paradise      could not exist
      every      thread      and       movement
so precise      we can measure
its movements right down to atomic levels
 
All so         this small space
could provide          everything         anyone
who had           any appreciation
might understand that we have
      been provided abundantly          every delight
in the way         of plans          for a Utopia
 
      Yet the movements      of every ruling body
of science         religions         governments          corporations
      seem bent         on destruction
tampering      with the finesse      of precision
      incorporated      in the molecules      of life 
Continuous self reproduction      and regeneration      in nature
right down to making           "seeds who self destruct"
      to make nature          exactly as themselves
 
I divorce publicly          these unions of violence
demonstrated in their every thought and deed
      poisonous words          poisonous chemicals
totalitarian ideology          pandemic to 
the leaders           of these factions 
      warring with each other          hoarding the
wealth       of a planet       given freely to
      the father of our species
 
And if you don't believe that
          then think nature gave it freely
of her every fruit         produced by her ground
          YOU WARRING FOOLS
who delight in the peril      and fall
of your own family
      who know not          nor recognize
your own worth      or the worth
of everything          and          everyone around you
 
No , but you      fall at the feet
admiringly of all               these mongrels
          the media who worship
          these fine movers and shakers
who roll      right over you      and think
you should be trained groupies
these men          who kill your planet
          with ideologies and philosophies 
whose very design          is to denigrate
your worth          and exalt themselves
 
Therefore       I will exalt      in your instruction
          the progenitor of life       for as surly
as we examine          the work of life
      we are moved      by its abundant wealth
freely shared      with all who live on this little rock
to examine          why we all are unable
to fluently          live          within its confines
 
I think I will not walk off the cliff today
gravity is my friend if I know her rules
 
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | Rondeau Redouble | |

A Silent Prayer

Joanna Davis

Politician pity me
My pent-view tenement sanctuary
These panoramic views you see
Only serve to tether me,
The putrid stair a bloody
And decaying maze
Of putrid souls
In a morphine daze.

Please doctor, in my
Minute’s appointment
Don’t dismiss my pain with
The usual ointment
The scars that you
Refuse to see,
Have made me doubt 
My sanity.

And preacher, when you gave
Your blessing
Did you ever wonder why
I was missing?
Condemning my absence
as a lack of faith,
My soul to the suffering
Of purgatory’s state.


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 | Rhyme | |

My last dying breath

With my last dying breath, I will whisper your name. As my life slips away slowly, so does this pain. 
   Your name passes my lips, and releases it's grip. No more need to hold on, to this broken love trip. 
   Let me die all alone, you're too cold to come home. Now here in this light, your true colors have shown. 
   I held on for so long, said I'll never let go. But I've found peace in my soul, as my heart starts to slow. 
   Now burry me deep, in my own silent tomb. So heaven can take me, into it's uplifting womb. 
   I'll look down from the sky, as you struggle through life. And quietly pray, you get through all this strife. 
   At days end your alone, in your own bed of lies. And no one will hear, when your heart breaks and cries. 
   But  if you say you can fake it, 'til you finally make it. Then my life's in your hands, so feel free to take it. 

   For this life's not a game, we can play with no shame. It's a legend and story, that we leave with our name. 
   I'll go down in the books, as a man of good deeds. You'll go down with the world, suffocated in greed. 
   Now I'll spread my great wings, I'll look up and I'll fly. Leaving my last written passage, where I bid you good bye...
   
   


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A Deal With Death

As i sit in this hospital bed right now i start to get weary and i stand up to catch my bearings and i collapse. and as soon as i hit the ground i fall down the rabbit hole so to speak. i reach the end and fall out of a rain gutter, and i fall into this dark street. As i look around there is nothing but these old rickety projects for houses built in this "Jack The Ripper" looking area. and i started walking and saw someone and with every step i took my breathe got a little colder. it wasn't concerning me until i started shaking i got so cold, and i realized i didn't know where the hell i was going i guess i had just been walking for 2 hours. and i stopped walking and realized i was in the same spot where i fell out of the rain gutter. now this bothered me, But then i heard a very old man's soft voice calling my name, i didnt know the man but i recognized the voice. so i started to run towards the echo of his voice and finally caught up with him but as soon as i went to touch him he collapsed into a lifeless corpse laying on his stomach wearing exactly what i was wearing and i turned him over and it was me............. and then i woke up and i found out i was in a 2 and a half month coma and i just came out..


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On many things

It was a voice in my head
A whisper in my ear
A sound I've come to dread
A thing I've come to fear
It was the look in its eyes
On a face whiter than snow
Seeing through all my lies
Uncovering that I do not show
It was the power in its stare
Showing what I don't want to see
Saying your time is near
And you can neither hide nor flee
It was the words it said
Creeping into me in a whisper
Telling me that she is dead
Telling me I know I'll miss her
It was what it forced me to see
Things I've hidden away with denial
Things I said I'd never be
For which I'll surely stand on trial
It is what I will become
A thrall of the shadow
Death's own son
Libera nos a malo!!!
It is what I feel
Black bleak sadness
Pain I wish wasn't real
Driving me to the brink of madness
It is what I stand for
My prerogative
The urge to always be more
My reason to live


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In the eye of the beholder

Poem by Jorn Boor '' In the eye of the beholder ''

 

The path of life I will walk, slowly I will grow old

Along this road I stumble, throughout the years in which I unfold

 

Insecurity's hold me, only strong tough.. in my past before

Skill & faith... I use my tool set, to build my fundamental inner core

 

Passing phases of moving progression, through my moments of thought

Life's happiness I treasure in full, it's the ingredient for which I fought

 

I mature through life element's, painful encounters bring hard challenges for sure

My mind is set on self realization, which is destined to hold ones cure.

 

I like to run, I love to play, fight through all of my dislikes.

As long as I am still aging, I stay determinate to gain insights

 

Triggers, traps, challenges.. I won't give in, I will not be afraid.

Life's disadvantages I need to handle, so in the end I can set them straight

 

I let my inner soul control my destiny, I focus, I pay attention

I'll grow responsible, I create happiness within this true intention.

 

Birth intended I feel blessed to live, I must shine each single day

I hold in mind to respect my life, I choose to live it in my own way.

 

I stand up for all of my choices, of which I am allowed to make.

Otherwise I am not able to die in peace, I can't allow that my soul is fake.

 

Frustration towards Human Race, I feel the truth is loosing ground

One day I trigger the alarm, to your convenience I will let it sound

 

I'll be my own friend, the bond I create within will set me free

Maybe it doesn't mean to you that much for now, but in the end you'll agree

 

Hiding is the key for failure, in the end I will regret

I enjoy thunder, the lightings and rain, cleansed air is the result which I expect.

 

Faith is creating a gift we handout ourselves, it leads us towards alignment

My environment is a product of me, accomplished... so i can die in contentment. 

 

Jorn Boor, Johannesburg SA 

Date: 26-10-11


Details | Burlesque | |

Ahhhhhhhh~!

I am only one person…I am only one mom
One parent today who can’t seem to hold on~
Their demands are so plenty
I tolerate it all
There is no one but me
Only MOM……when they call!
I am withering away….I am usually so patient 
But just for today Lord
Make them stop calling MOMMY 
               please …….. just for one second!

I clean up their room ….put their animals back
To my utter amazement 
                            ….one throws an attack
The animals are all strewn back on the floor
Now their room is a mess just like before!
Ahhhhhhh!!!!!!!
Should someone relate to my annoyed frustration
In me please confide~
I feel like I am losing it ….and I just wanna cry!~

I want to pull out my hair……I have nothing to lose
They are only children….Far from perfect, it’s true
But just for a moment …I shall hide in my room!  
Now since I’ve been writing
                                          …my son fell asleep
My daughter cleaned up all the mud from outside
In my room as I write all the thoughts in my mind
Lord blessed me just now
                                 ….and some peace I shall find!

By Jane Bowen



Details | Rhyme | |

The Breeze

Before the breaking, my heart sees
Something beyond my expertise,

And on unknown sunny shores as these 
I find my circumstances freeze,

Feelings that make me ill at ease
Wrapped in a reassuring breeze,

A gust that brings me to my knees,
Playing on my insecurities,

World-weary eyes are hard to please;
The wind on my face disagrees,

Unwraps myself and gently frees
The happiness it guarantees.


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Into The Blue

A place where I can go to let down my hair
Become that of a still smooth sleeping bear
Gone with the wind is my worries and cares
Into beautiful eyes, where mine can stare

As each grain of sand slips through my hand
I recall each time that I held your hand
The way you made me feel like a man
This is the place where I can escape,
From Lifes binding plans 


Details | Rhyme | |

Hypocrisy

You tell me I should never judge,
When I cross paths with you.
That I should always show respect,
To what you say and do.

But when I share what I believe,
You tell me not to speak.
You say my thoughts offend your ears,
Then treat me like a freak.

Profanity pours from your mouth,
Your movies and your songs,
But if I take offense at this,
You tell me that I'm wrong.

And yet, the mention of God's name
Is more than you can bear.
You tell me I should hold my tongue,
While you curse without care.

You say I need an open mind,
Yet yours is closed to me.
You claim that faith has left me blind,
While you still fail to see.

You try so hard to silence God,
To cast Him from your sight,
While everything that you believe
Is brought into the light.

With indignation you demand
That I get with the times,
And reject this Dark Age dogma
That claims sin is a crime.

No tyrant living in the sky
Will set the rules for you!
As long as you don't break man's laws,
There's nothing more to do.

Since I believe in fairytales
I don't deserve respect.
Why listen to deluded words
You KNOW are incorrect?

And that is how you justify 
Your blind hypocrisy.
This righteous indignation hides
Your flagrant bigotry.

Yet you think our reality
Can fit into a box.
That realms like this create themselves,
No need for building blocks.

From nothing's bitter emptiness,
Our universe arose,
A cosmos from oblivion,
Is the myth you propose.

What you believe is based on faith,
Truth can't be ascertained.
So why should I show you respect,
When you show me disdain?

Not one of us can offer proof,
For the things we believe.
And anyone who says they can,
Is trying to deceive.

So no, I will not hold my tongue,
Nor spare your tender ears,
I'll march my faith right down your street,
Despite your stones and spears.

I do not yield to hypocrites
Nor bow to bigotry.
And I will give you my respect,
When you give yours to me.


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Teardrops of sorrow

Teardrops of sorrow, stream down her face. As she thinks of tomorrow, and feels out of place.
 
Lies and infidelity, clouding her thoughts. She knows they were weaknesses, she could have fought.
 
As the one that she loved, slips slowly away. She lies to herself, saying she'll be okay.
 
Living her life, cold day after day. She'll one day break down, and quietly pray.
 
"Help me dear father, in heaven above. Help me be strong, and teach me to love. "
 
"Show me my worth, and my light that's inside. Give me my courage, and rebuild my pride. "

A hollow dark hole, sits in place of her heart. Cause her values and morals, have all fall'n apart.
 
What once was a sweet, and innocent girl. Is now lost and lonely, consumed by this world.
 
She'd sacrifice anything, just to fit in. Sacrifice everything, and give in to sin.
 
Loved ones may forgive her, but they'll never forget. She's strayed far from her path, but they won't give up yet.
 
Holding her hand, they'll help her get through. But it won't change the fact, that she was untrue.

She damaged the heart, of a very good man. Did things that he, just can't understand. 

Now I have no doubt, she loved him to death. But love's just a word, mumbled under our breath. 

For actions have always, spoke louder than words. And hate is the sound, most commonly heard. 

If you don't like the feelings, expressed in these lines. Then cover your ears, and cover your eyes. 

For a bitter cold boy, wrote down this letter. But he wrote it to say, that he's doing better.

Lying awake, in the mid of the night. He smiles and says, "I'm doing alright. "

Floating away, on an ocean of memories. He piles up the sand, to block off his enemies.

Moving along, he hopes she's okay. But he won't let the thoughts of her, get in his way. 

Lying awake, likely miles apart. They each fall asleep, with a hand on their heart. 

For life is a Story, often painful to tell. But sleep sweet tonight, for they're both doing well.  

   


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 | Personification | |

Who am i, i am a monster

pestilence restlessness sedatives
represent my main directives
presentment made me infected
selective systematic collective
medative hesitation effects my relevance
like hell needs a prince
never accept limits
convince me long since
i should repent
i never new what i was trying to attempt
i believed it was from hell i was sent
because once you get under my skin
you'll never tempt me again
Friendly enemy or foe
i don't not care at all no
Then into the monster i transform im a fellin 
my exoskeleton is made from titanium dripped gelatin
Perfectly flexible cybernetic veins here my bellowing
im set to kill automatic tongue im never mellowing
i spit sparatic people lavish my tongue lashing hello n
goodbye nice to see you have a good time kill a fellow n
realize im a villain include chronic in my song im telling
you dog like wrestling im raw but bloody like saw your welting
from my manic pelting i keep it strapped above my belt im melting

My personification became like a puppeteer
i dangle on the strings of my sanity
and dance in the pale moon lite 
its in my nature to believe i am something i am not
a look in the mirror is a trip into a place that has never
been seen before in the depths of my consciousness


Details | Free verse | |

You're My Plague

You plague me with your sweltering disease My heart throbs in unease You carry me off to a far-off island Your breeze keeps me flowin’…scraping sand Your names escapes my lips I tell myself, “Get a grip, dude…” But you decided to intrude... My blood drips to the floor I’ve been losing balance… The instant you pushed me aside Your quietude devours me… I can’t help, but hide… I feel horribly disheartened…feelin’ too insignificant To start my day with a good note Too discouraged to be motivated to run… You trade me your pain in the past I consume it like a bear My stomach is churning persistently…you’re running too fast… I’m dowsed in despair My eyes stare vacantly…into space…they roam happily Your vigilance keeps me safe and sound…I dwell in your tranquility Your dreams caress my own… This intriguing comfort never makes me feel alone I’m under your dazzlin’ spell… This is heaven – not living hell! I’ve been bruising myself over you…for a while now The moment you abandoned me that night… Your rejoicing mends my gash…heals my mind… I think better of you – everything’s black and white I feel so exquisite when I’m around you… So inspired to reveal my might…just shine your light On me…and remember to meet me at sun rise… But I still feel malnourished… By your sweltering disease My heart refuses to beat in perfect rhythm – my high hopes nearly perished By your forceful breeze…pushing me on my knees I’m stumbling off my feet – I’m not at all pleased I’m not in the mood to be teased… I’m suffering…I’m not discreet How did you push me off my feet? Why do you make ME feel so damn miserable and incomplete? You plague me with your sweltering disease My heart pounds as I fall upon my blood-stained knees You carry me away to an unknown place Your voice still rings in my ears… I glance at your admirable face I’ve faced you way too many times – Your sparkling with majestic brilliance and pure grace


Details | Free verse | |

Letter From God

If I had been upon the Titanic, with only moments left to live.
And if there was nothing left, for me to help with or to give.
Then I would find a paper, a pencil, a bottle, and some wax.
Then I would write a message, to cast adrift with everything else.
And in those moments I would write something short and simple.
I’d write…
People life is short, you never know when it will end.
And when my life is cut short, there’ll still be time for you to live.
Live it with your heart and soul forever in the front.
Reach out with them, give, and live your life as it was meant.
Then I would sign it … a lost soul…Titanic April 14, 1912.
Then I would seal the bottle and hold it in my hand.
Then I’d wait amidst the noise, tears, and pain. 
Until the water would eventually wash the bottle away.

Contest: Impress Me, Motif: Spiritual, By Carol Eastman


Details | Free verse | |

Nerves Gone Wild

Nerves in a jar, my life is a mess
I hurt form this world as my poem suggests
Cut from a rose that smells no more
Healing like a dove thats flown shore to shore
What became of our love thats anybodys guess
We forgot about thinking, now about what comes next

Some of the times I will remember more I will forget
It hurts today tommorrow I will give it my best
My head becomes heavy my mind becomes my nest
What to do with all of the love I have here hidden in my vest
Come to my sences my heart in my hand
I think about all of the things that I can
My now today I understand
I can will you the love to better comprehend
From here I wish you the world
The universe a best
Untill you are willing 
The person beside me is only a guest


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Baby-Steps

Complicated as it may be we all take the baby a step into the light; or back light of our life, Generally we never took the time to really slow~down and inhale that one last breath before growing~up at A fast PACE.
But we manage to keep the water~afloat above gravity feet, blasting through the strucktured build that we create, for our~selfs hoping not to fall abandonately apon natures knee.
We trust blindly against the world around us, looking for that one straight answer that no one can give, except for you, for no one knows better than you.
Yes, we may ask opinions, or may know the answer, but do we really??? for it might be costly; this I will ask please take the necessary Baby~Steps to elabirate any road and take it with <<< cushion >>> Make then the right turn around guided by our father above in prayer and LOVE to full~fill the blessings that are yet still to come.


Details | I do not know? | |

God Only Knows

Kisses, hugs, softly cuddled,
a baby's giggle,
a family huddled.
Empty chair
where he once sat.
Why, dear God
are we left with that?

Tears, frustration, anger stirs
why's he gone so soon?
Days to months how time blurs.
Memories can't die
like people do.
why, dear God
did he go to you?

Reason, truth, a higher power,
We know it's not our place
to know the date, the exact hour.
Others will go away
and empathy we will show.
we can only trust in You,
for why is not ours to know.


Details | Verse | |

Future Earth

Completely at ease
Calm, tranquil, serene
Bronze skin sunbathing 
Cool breeze

Enveloped in earth's beauty
witnessing creation;
Becoming embodied with the thoughts of perfection,
original earth
original plan of action
Ultimate fulfillment and satisfaction

The old world is no more
We've come fully human
heart and mind restored
No longer noting the difference between
the old world and the new
Completely erased
Renewed

But in the meantime, 
I moan for freedom from strong holds like
sickness and death and oppression
I moan for freedom for the disabled 
the mentally challenged,
the persecuted and their transgressions

Freedom from racism, injustice
ignorance, violence and depressions
I moan to end war, rape, incest
exploitation, thievery and anxiety

That was not the original plan
But the earth will be restored
and be as beautiful as it began


Details | Epic | |

ive been here all day

ive been here all day
sitting in youre room
not saying anything 
cause i think what i say
would be weird to you

i really think youre swell 
isnt it easy to tell
how uncomfortable 
i feel
around u

im just bursting to say , stay 
please take me with you
please show me the world
that designs you

im so bored with my life
feeeling the knife
that will take my life 
next to u

please my romeo 
say it isnt so
say the cleich
was deminished
cause what we're dealing with
is a life shift
hope you care about the world around you

but im here 
im near 
ill show you the way
they said man knew the secrets 
but son i knew you were the chosen one 
thats why joan a vark and I chose you

why would i deal with the seal on my head of a cross
that was designed to keep me 
 a slave till the grave 
for heven or hell
its actually u to tell the only way
i will folow

so choose my dear 
wait ... youre hard to hear
ill take it back ... its now ... my secret


Details | Ballad | |

Queen of The Vultures

One step into her aflamed path
With even an intention so good
Anyone could, yet none should
She knits your lips with her name
So you won't remember 
the one who's heart you hold
Your lovers' bane

Her Eden's Revenge is all she contains
The destruction of your soul is all that remains
The Queen of Vultures and Wargs
She serves Asmodeus and nothingmore
Sitra Achra you will surely find
Misstress of Mayhem
The lights grow dim 
You've found the blood of your love

"Just dream if it was only you and me
Far into the left side far from The Hand of God
Run with me into the deeps of Sitra Achra"


Details | Ballad | |

POWER OF FAITH TO ACTIONS

before, i have been chasing the future...
true, there is a must & need to prepare..
yet, who knows what tomorrow can bring..
Wisdom and A heart to decide, our gifts from God..

It lies within us...
Within our own very selves..
How our life will be..
How our future will be..

It's wrong to lay it in all to God...
It's wrong to say: He always there..
It's wrong to depend it all to Him..
why o why????

Cause it us who is living..
It is our duty as humans to go striving..
It is in us to not never give up..
Instead to pursue believing...

Doing progressive productive actions..
not to sit and fool around...
not to be lazy and to be as like parasites..
nor be like also gold - diggers...

It is our cumulative deeds that will lead us..
It is by our most definite specific decisions...
It is by our first step and the risks..

above all of these efforts and foregoing acts..
God will see; God will do His way..
He will touch whatever is in us...
In His God's grace and time, He will make all fit...

BY: olive_eloi
sept. 14, 2013
12:23am


Details | Free verse | |

The New God

You're a voyeur at best!
Your vampiric heart beats out of your chest
Ready to consume the final climax
I know who you are - when the lyrics fail to resemble
Letting your poison drip straight from your lips
Portraying, entertaining the image of sex's delusion
You know only rape - manifestation of hate
Lack of the fruit of the beauty of a human mind
Depths you'll never penetrate!

She was only a doll - type of a lost father's adore
Impaled into a desperate whore
Shamefully out of broken safety's  choice 
She bore embryogenesis of morose
May your rusty blades caress as they please

So confront the masses with the halt of embryogenesis
Let the worship of machines be
Leg them construct us cell to cell
Nature's just in the way
Of our race of perfectly engineered machines!
The burden of conception
Surrenders to the will of
The New God
   


Details | Tetractys | |

Crafted Eagerness

You make me wonder,
with much merry eagerness
How can you craft such majestic, 
poetic verses, pricked by simple words meaningful to my heart?

Your gift of explaining yourself so uniquely is appreciated by me
How can you craft such words with poetic passion
In meaningful words, typed with eagerness?
You make me wonder 

 


Details | Rhyme | |

There Was A Woman Alone And Afraid


There was a woman,
alone and afraid...
Her husband left her…
She felt betrayed!

I remember seeing her look
of despair…
Was there anyone who
really cared?

This was a very
 difficult situation.
A lot of heartache and frustration!

I remember seeing her 
 at church before.
But no one sees her anymore!

People would pass her by,
Seemingly, not concerned…
Even though things in her life,
had taken “the wrong turn.”

Aren’t we to help the widows
 and single mothers too?
This is what God’s word 
asks of me and you!

As the body of Christ... 
We should serve one another.
Reaching out to the widow
 and single mother.

We must let them know they’re
not forgotten!
Before their lives hit
“rock bottom”

This is a command Christ 
Wants us to do!
He’d do the same for 
ME and for YOU!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Lyric | |

Where Melancholy Mingles

I suppose
there’s always good reason
to cry
sadness never has a tough time making friends
ominously,
this dark acquaintance often approaches 
lending water for eyes
to cry

I suppose
there's never better time than now 
to moan
grunting and moaning are long lost relatives
miserably, 
feeding off each other 
dragging stragglers along for the ride
to moan 


I suppose
anxiety needs a moment in the sun 
to worry
flipping, tossing, in a cerebral ceremony
fidgety
anxiously twitching 
as everyone quickly moves
to worry

I suppose 
there's no harm in a little dishonesty
to lie
while thieves join the party
deceptively
a terrible tandem 
of dirty deeds and tendencies
to lie

I suppose
everyone has the ability  
to struggle 
with adversity, where melancholy mingles
blatantly
crying, grunting, and moaning
anxiety moves in permanently
to struggle

 
and I suppose,
there's a heavy dose of negativity 
to digest 
mixed with stress
continually
it may lead to one hell of a 
nasty mess
to ingest
 
©  2011  ~JSLambert Esquire


Details | Free verse | |

The Misfit's Masquerade

The misfit's masquerade
significantly made
to the promise of prominence
ever overcome the awkwardness

holding me tied down to the ideals
If I could just escape
this invisible anchor weight
holding me tied down to the ideals
of a society made for outdated principles
I could be presentable the second I choose
but I would rather play the game as the looser

The win will help your sails much more
floating down every obstacle 
I throw your way, you feel as the conqueror
and who is to say if anyone is comparable
to a you at your given best
I push you up you did the rest
I am comfortable as the has been
because life isn't as important to me
as a half wind win
that has me stuck deep in the ocean
with nobody to remember me
after I cast off

Today I celebrate in the misfit's masquerade
be anything you ever wanted to be
alone in an ocean with not a soul so see
or chastise your choices
I like when they burn you
for your indifference
as if you could help it
retreat into your mask


Details | Verse | |

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


Details | Free verse | |

Forty-Six Cents

I went to Church this morning with my head already bowed.
I would hear the sermon, but my heart was heavy now.
Sooner or later I would put my offering on the plate.
And tied to that offering was an envelope with my name.
I wouldn’t relent using the envelope; it was a matter of pride to me.
Even if a few would know my plight and shame, this eve.
Truly it was all I had… but giving less isn’t a sin, 
So I tried to hold my head up, as I put the envelope in.
Last Sunday I didn’t go, and regrets have plagued me so…
So here I am at church with my both my head and heart rightly bowed.

Jesus gave us a parable of a poor woman and what she gave.
Would I have less courage than to do the same?
The church is built upon offerings and dutiful work, too.
And I’m unable to work so the offering will have to do.
Forty-Six Cents may not seem like much.
But I will pay my portion as best as I can do.
The amount isn’t monumental and maybe won’t be felt.
But even small amounts help add to the Church’s work.
So as I lay my envelope down… It is with some small hope… 
My prayer this day became… that in some small way it will be felt.


Details | Rhyme | |

Church Porn

forever seemed to long for me
so i chose to make it start today
i went to church, (which is rare for me)
and sadly for you, i ran away.

i sat through the horrible singing
even though it was by a professional choir
it was great going to a concert for free
but God, they have made you a liar

when i tell people i hate Christians
they wonder why if I'm 'one of them'
just keep reading my story
you'll understand by the end

you see, it wasn't that the music was bad
it was all on key and harmonic
but the thing that bothered me
everyone's actions were also melodic

they all swayed in a zombified way
and i tried but i couldn't feel God
i was trapped in the middle of a cult meeting
disguised as a church building squad

all that mattered were the numbers they brought
whether it be people or money
they higher the digits became
the more i found it funny

funny that 'this' is what church has become
funny that 'these' are the holy
funny that 'this' is what they make god
all because they changed him so slowly

the world doesn't hate us because we don't sin
by us i mean those who are saved
they hate us cause you act like you don't
and make them feel like we're enslaved


Details | Free verse | |

Gay

I am gay.
I'm not a disease, I'm not a problem
I'm not an affliction
I don't need treatment.
I don't need help
I'm not sick
I'm not confused
I'm not a sin.

I am gay.
I'm your daughter
Your sister
Your friend
Your co worker
Your classmate
Your acquaintance
A complete stranger

I am gay.
I need love, just like you
I need smiles
I need support
I need a hug
I need a friend
I need a family
I need acceptance
I need understanding
I need you

I am gay.
I know what love is
I know what pain is
I know what hate is
I know what life is

I am gay.
And I need you to love me
The same way you loved me before you knew

I am gay.
And I have experienced hate
From more people than just you

I am gay.
And I wont change. 
I wont give up.
I wont back down.
I wont pretend.
I wont lie.
I wont deny.
I wont hide.
I wont hurt.

I am gay. 

And that's okay.


Details | Lyric | |

You Ain't Shot Rapids

     YOU AIN'T SHOT RAPIDS
I've got a dream, but it's only a daydream,
that we're out sailing the sea,
or climbing a mountain, or shooting some rapids,
but you're doing it with me.
Oh, how I wish you would see things my way,
and these things would all come to be,
cause you ain't climbed mountains, 
and you ain't shot rapids,
until you've done it with me.

Climb a mountaintop with me.
Come and sail with me on the sea.
You've got so many worlds to find,
if you do it with me.

I've got a dream, but it's only a daydream,
until you let it come true,
climbing that mountain, and shooting those rapids,
it'll be me and you.
Oh, how I wish you would see things my way,
and these things would all come to be,
cause you ain't climbed mountains,
and you ain't shot rapids,
until you've done it with me.
.......................©  ron wilson

Yeh a song, it is on Youtube just search for "veebdosa" and then select YOU AIN'T SHOT RAPIDS


Details | Rhyme | |

ONE WAY OR ANOTHER

I see my world today
It’s twisted and it’s wrong
And now I have to play
A lonely sad old song

If only I knew then
All that I know now
I wonder would I have
Changed those things somehow

Regrets a stinking thing
Choking up the hope
Like a pendulum that swings
Weighing down the rope

What do I know now
After all this time
Through memories I plough
In search of one sublime

If I had it all again
A start that I could feel
Beginning without stain
A chance that could be real

If only I could see
All that will transpire
A path that sets me free
And in my heart desire

I’d see the world today
A world that’s filled with song
A world where we could stay
A world where we belong




Details | Dramatic monologue | |

ANGER PERPETUATES ANGER

SHE CAN'T EVER REMEMBER, A TIME WITHOUT HEARING 
HER MOM SAY THAT MEN ARE NO GOOD 
HOW THEY ONLY WANT SEX, AND TO GET IT, THEY PLAY WITH YOUR HEAD 
"GIRL, DON'T FALL FOR NO MAN", MOM SAID POINTING HER FINGER 
A BITTERNESS HEARD IN HER VOICE 
CHOOSE A MAN WITH SOME MONEY, OR POWER, TO LAY WITH INSTEAD 
WITH THIS DEEPLY INGRAINED IN HER SPIRIT 
SHE CLOSED PATHWAYS THAT LED TO HER HEART 
ON HER MOMMA'S INSISTENT ADVICE, ALL HER ACTIONS WERE DRAWN 
SHE PASSED OVER ALL MEN WHO MIGHT LOVE HER 
FOR NO VALUE IN LOVE, WAS SHE TAUGHT 
BUT THREE CHILDREN LATER, THE MEN WITH THE MONEY, WERE GONE 
HER CHILDREN ALL HAD DIFFERENT DADDIES 
WHO HAD NO LOVE FOR THEM OR FOR HER 
SHE HAD CHOSEN THESE MEN CAUSE HER MOMMA, HAD TOLD HER SHE 
SHOULD 
BUT SHE NOW FACED THE COLD CONTRADICTION 
THAT SHE FOUND IN HER MOMMA'S ADVICE 
HER LIFE DID NOT TURN OUT THE WAY, THAT HER MOM SAID IT WOULD 
SO THEN THERE BECAME AN AWARENESS 
OF HER MOM'S PHILOSOPHICAL VIEW 
THERE WAS PAIN AND FRUSTRATION AND ANGER, FROM CHOICES MOM 
MADE 
FOR HER MOM WHO HAD MADE THESE BAD CHOICES 
PASSED THE BLAME ON THE MEN, IN HER LIFE 
THE MEN, THAT GRANDMOM SAID CHOOSE, AND POOR MOMMA HAD PAID 
YOU SEE ANGER "PERPETUATES" ANGER 
LIKE A CANCER, IT GROWS AND IT SPREADS 
IT WAS PASSED DOWN FROM GRANDMOM TO MOMMA, THEN MOMMA TO 
DAUGHTER 
FROM GRANDMOM TO GRANDCHILD THIS ANGER WAS PASSED 
'CAUSE NO ONE THOUGHT, TO BREAK THIS CHAIN 
AND THE HOPE OF WHAT "MIGHT'VE BEEN", SWALLOWED, LIKE 
BITTERSWEET WATER.


Details | Light Poetry | |

As the Darkness follows the Dawn

 Whatever is happening to you,
Endure it for a minute, for it will pass away too.
No matter how the heart is heavy,
Just keep your Faith steady.


Remind yourself, for this is true,
There's always a new door open for you.
Just close your eyes & open up your heart,
Because Life is a complicated yet beautiful Art.

And even though you still have that fear,
don't worry, A new Light is bound to re appear.
For the darkness will fade with the morning,
As it follows the night that brings dawning.


Details | Free verse | |

First Breath after Death

I used to live, within a dream
a small cog in the consumer machine
materialism dazzled, with an intriguing gleam
I wanted so much, I nearly burst at the seam.

Then I awakened a voice inside
which promised to take me on a much greater ride
I wasn't sad....when the old me, he died
It was with joy not sorrow, I sat there and cried.

A second chance, I'm born again
alleviation of all of that pain
I've been cleansed, by a conscious rain
which opened the Pineal bit of brain.

I felt alive, but I acted dead
I took little notice of anything said,
Now, I find my own truths instead
spoken by a voice inside my own head.

The transition was mightily fast
27years changed, after one night had passed
I never knew I was only flying at half mast
thinkin' I was winnin' but really comin' last!

But truth's not heard
if you walk with the herd
can't fly freely, or soar like a bird
if you believe, every single damn word.

The message which now flows through me
is filled with a positive and sacred Divinity.

I swam the sea of despair, as if it wasn't even there
I crossed the abyss of wisdom, on a shaky rope bridge
I sipped from the fountain of knowledge
and I drank it dry, I now feel really high
why don't you give it a try? Kiss that old life goodbye,
Life's so much better, after you die!!


A poem by John-Ovan.P.Hull to be entered in the Coming of Age poetry contest.
©John-Ovan.P.Hull


Details | Free verse | |

free cee

                                            NEVER LEFT ASUNDER
TO MY LATE MOM:
Did you ever notice that the letters in the word “love” are sequestered inside the word “evolve”?
Because to me that is what love appropriately does
It evolves
It revolves
It solves
And after sixty-plus years together love does, 
in many ways, 
change its ways of wonderment
and is often altered on a course to sheer contentment
for that is the result of the continuation of a consecrated commitment
an abiding faith that the other’s faith rests upon the other’s shoulder
as they grow ever so much older
remembering a time of working hard together to get through the hard times together
that old fishing boat she hated so that became battered and eventually succumbed to the weather
while all the while smiling because each year seemed a bit brighter than the last
and all the joyful events that are now part of a bejeweled and fulfilling past
a past reflected in each partner’s eyes which gaze upon a tribute to dedication
a coupling worthy of adulation
he being content to make her content proves the content of their cohabitation
a union rich with rewards that come in the mail bearing pictures of their first great grandson born
a baby with beauty by an angel at birth besworn………………………
so there they sit sharing a couch and swapping a calliope of memories
he talks of fishing and she of a cool Autumn breeze
as each agrees
sixty-plus years weaves two souls together as tightly as any weaver ever wove a sweater
and for some fated reason the last decade seems somehow, in retrospect, better
well……. not so much better as just plain more comfortable
no surprises, no red flags, and no warnings to heed
just a mutual and spiritual type of need
the need to talk away a partners tears
while knowing that his partner truly hears
and dries her eyes compliantly
to face yet another hardship defiantly
ever eager with a gentle finger to wipe away the wet that it might no longer linger
because these are two who vowed with strength that forever, to them, actually meant forever
through the trials…….. through the riches ……….and through the smiles
but most notably through all the determination together to damn away their fears
Yes……….it seems to me that love evolves ever so softly after sixty-plus years
       © 2012…copyright PHREEPOETREE..~free cee!~


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Metamorphosis

Today I am the changed… 
 
Today this life completely rearranged…
  
Today I pulled myself from a toxic soup… 
  
Today I became conscious of the mind numbing loop…
   
Today I shredded this egocentric noose…
   
Today I realized being absent from fear, I am greater than Zeus…
   
Today I sipped the energizing source juice… 
  
Today I professed so long anxiety elixir, found is the truth serum to awakening quicker…
   
Today I discovered my inner sword of light…
   
Today I found unwavering will holds high authority might…
   
Today I heard an adulation voice say, 
“Just be one with blithe”


Details | I do not know? | |

A FORCE CALLED CHANGE

I HEAR A SOUND IN THE DISTANCE
A SOUND ONLY I CAN HEAR AND FEEL
I HEAR IT IN MY MIND
I FEEL IT WITH MY BODY
WITH MY SOUL

A RESONATING SOUND WITH THE FURY OF A THUNDERSTORM
THE ROLL OF THUNDER
THE FLASH OF LIGHTNING
THE BLACKENING OF THE SKY
ONLY ONE THING COMES TO MIND

A CHANGE IS COMING
A FORCE SO POWERFUL
ALSO INEVITABLE
UNCHANGEABLE
AS SUCH IS CHANGE IN LIFE
LIKE A FORCE OF DOMINATION
A BETTER DESCRIPTION
A TIME OF RISING ACSENSION
OR FALLING DESENSION
SO THERE IS ONLY ONE QUESTION

ARE  YOU  READY  FOR  CHANGE


Details | Free verse | |

The Devil's Lullaby

IT HATH TURNED ME AWAY,
BELONG IN PAIN, FOR ALL OF 
 MY DAYS.
REPENT AND REAP THE OATS
 SOWN.
HEAR THE BITTERNESS IN 
 MY TONE.
FORGET TO FORGIVE THAT
 WHICH HATH BEEN DENIED...
AND LIVE! LIVE! SAY I 
 TO HOLDETH TIGHTLY UNTO
THE ENDS OF MINE LIFE. 
 AS THINE MIND PLAYS
TRICKS AND PUSHES ME
 INTO A SWEET SLUMBER
WOOED BY THINE OWN 
 MEDIOCRITY;
THIS IS THE DEVIL'S LULLABY.
 NOW BE AT PEACE AND REST SOON 
YE SHALL STOP LIFE'S PROTEST.


Details | Heroic Couplets | |

I Will Catch You

When you hurt, a piece of my heart breaks.
 When you cry, a piece of my soul, do you take.
Lay your head on my chest as you try not to sob.
 All this stress is too much, and our heads always throb.

I don't know the reason or the why, 
 But I'm here for you, as I silently cry.
You don't always have to be so strong.
 Fall back in my arms where you belong.

I will wrap you in my embrace and hold you tight.
 Let those emotions show, even when they're not shiny and bright.
Grief stricken and not knowing how to cope, 
 That's what I'm here for, to give you hope.

If you can not stand and walk by yourself upright, 
 I am here to carry you, and hold you to me really tight.
Its okay to let yourself be vulnerable and to trust in me.
 You were blind to faith, but now you finally see.

You were left feeling broken down and hollow, 
 You thought you were all alone and no one there to follow.
I've been here all along, you only had to open your heart.
 So now I can hold you, when you fall apart.

I love you more than you could ever possibly know.
 Especially when you are having a hard time and full of woe.
Lean back, and I will catch you when start to fall.
 I wouldn't want you to break my fragile china doll.




To Illyanna, I think you know who this is from......


Details | Didactic | |

are you at your wits end

they've been moments in life when you've felt that you were at your wits end
be it spiritually, financially or physically be it in a relationship with family or friends
tired of whenever you've been blessed the enemy attempts to knock you down
ready to throw in the towel and just fall to the ground
but if you're a disciple of Christ you will come to comprehend
that God will get you through anything from beginning to end
so before you turn to Oprah, Dr. Oz or even Dr. Phil
have a little talk with the Lord God and then just sit still
He might not get there when you want Him but God is always right on time
and He's aware of everything you're going through that's why He's called divine
omnipotent, omnipresent and all knowing with His infinite power
God knows what's happening at any given hour

so are you at your wits end? can you see no way out?
it's time to put your trust in God for in Him there's never any doubt
God knows more about us than we will ever know about ourselves
His knowledge is so infinite and full spiritual wealth
for it was He who created us and it was He who gave us the breath of life
He also gave us the gift that lifted us and freed us from sin with the blood sacrifice

so are you at your wits end? what thoughts are running through your mind?
do you realize that God knows what you're thinking at any given time?
He knows what you will say before the words fall from your lips
He knows what you will do before you do it as it was He who wrote the script
so there's no need to be at your wits end if you're a child of Christ
remember God is watching over you every minute of your life

I once had a plane reservation for 8 o'clock at night
but the lady behind the ticket counter decided to change my flight
I asked her why did she do this? and she said "Reverend you need to comprehend"
that 8pm flight had a 2 hour layover 
and the 9pm flight will serve you better in the end
not only did I arrive earlier but she had upgraded me to first class too
I have come to realize that God has a master plan that might better suit you
so no longer am I at my wits end as I've  place myself in God's hands
living to praise, living to rejoice by waiting and abiding by His plans


Details | Free verse | |

Razor Blade State of Mind

I'm in a razor blade state of mind,
A place of darkness that's hard to find.

I sleep tangled in a blanket of pain,
On a mattress full of mayhem.
The darkness surrounds me
And there's nothing I can do. 
My past has become the lightning rod,
The only means by which my future
Can seem to conduct itself.
But who do I think I'm fooling;
What's an orchestra without a conductor? 

I once sang out loud,
But now I'm drowned.
The body electric left
Somewhere in a field,
Where it ceases to breathe.
We have no hope here,
We have no hope left. 

My mind is like my verse;
Jumbled and pointlessly poignant,
Hopelessly optimistic.
Scarred and scared and sacred,
It means so much nothing
That it's bound to mean something.

I am everything I despise,
Nothing that I admire;
I am sweat and I transpire,
Not so wet like fire. 
I'm in a razor blade state of mind,
I tell the truth but I'm a liar.


Details | Canzone | |

Undertaken Be Ye

Life be that of what thy navigation
Anticipation of what be in mind of all
Fame ye reasons for crossing the plain?
Treason be devout this what man brought
Deny you spiritual life exists is not truth
What will one yield plowing thru the field?


Details | Free verse | |

Sicklied Breezes

Here comes that familiar breeze again Emptied of hope, it always returns to refill Some other abandoned soul A soul that delves deep into my own, Drifting in an almost shameful stance Festered ignorance, time, and thought Resting under the wing of frightened hope It is cool, like any ordinary breeze It pleases all that feel it, save I For I know it longs to take all that I have In one…single… swoosh You overlooked demon! Why are you so gentle? Why must you manifest in sorrow and woe? Sleeping in the convent of my soul As others praise you and thank you You take me under tow Forever more, lost in this sicklied growth With a silent tune of rests within notes I remain where the breath is taken I remain your host The breeze grows painstakingly warm Filling all with passions unfolding Each soul finds its home Leaving me alone with a soul untold Always awake and crawling… and screaming Bold, all-knowing and thoughtless Wingless, tainted…filled with dread It is warm and hated by all that behold it And I grasp it, and hate it, and LOVE IT For it takes nothing and gives me all In multitudinous shrouds Beloved angel—why do you burn me so… Leading me into your sick embraces As others curse to your face You forever release in me A despairing freedom that I know longer wish for The melody caught—no room to breathe Harmony caked with ignorance does seethe For all no longer see… I was always the caller


Details | Light Poetry | |

Born into lies, Die fighting for Truth, Live Forever

See you lady's are really dudes, male energy oozes from the paths you choose. 
You see straight lines to your end, and you believe it ends there with ONE life to attend. 
Just understand that world is so lonely, but as a whole you and the other boys won't be the only
To cross over confused, by only yourself and YOUR CHOICE to be used.
See the "rulers" of this world had plans to keep us hiding, for a "better" perceived earth or calming home to reside in.
And they have succeeded as the blind don't wish to see, nor asking a ****ing question to an alternative degree.
Emotions run the world but ya'll think its money, government made bills too huh? now aint that *****funny. 
And they prescribe medicine for every condition, thats just regulated murder with your own permission.
And the "leaders" pay for "news" so you don't go knowing, the truth about nature or where we are growing
Its sad you say that we're babied by the kings, you're bombarded by conspiracies for every single thing.
Now if I give you a secret you promise you can keep it? Its a doozy so make sure you can read it.
The same people who control you and kill all our families, and lie to our faces from cities to shanty's, and make all the rules that you're forced to live by, and keep ALL the money we've worshipped to get by....
WE ARE THE ONES WHO GAVE THEM THE POWER, AND WE CAN TAKE IT BACK AT ANY GIVEN HOUR!


Details | Blank verse | |

All Believe In Love

With faith the truth

can be so humbling

but will seep through


The Pope said

that we need to see

God in every human


Being that if

God is Love and

all believe in Love


Our actions 

prove that we fail

God 'Is' Love


Love is not

jealous or proud

yet God is a jealous God


How can we fathom this

on our own

on this avenue of rude awakening


How can we

understand God

when we know nothing


But that God 'Is" Love

and 'Is' beyond

human understanding




All believe in Love

with faith the truth

can be so humbling.


Details | Lyric | |

The Labor Of Love

Thank you God for all that you have given me
You pulled me through, the worst 5 years of my life
But I realize for the first time, I am truly living my life
On a journey with no worries, The view is blurry
But as long as my love for you is burning
I am as clam as the breeze, as still as the trees
though I dont know what is going to happen to me
I have feeling If i give you everything
Put my hand in your glove
Im going to accomplish things I never could never dream of
Allow me to stand above, those who chucked me under the bus
Shoved me into the mud, I trust that you will not sort of or kind of
But fully dispose of my enemies, who cussed at you through shunning me
So we have no other option than to be thrusted to number one, Its a must
that my light for you is more lumious than the sun
Leave the oposition studdering and stunned
Doing it all in the name of your son, Jesus
This is how I must live my life, I call it The Labor of Love
Something I can not get enough of, I maybe under the gun
But Im still focused on fun,  People need to wake up
 and smell the scents, it all makes sense
when you make the change in your brain
Get rid of the thoughts of peformance
That drive you insane, realize your mistakes
Are indications that we need to shift our focus
To Jesus, No need to be anxious
 Its not about the perfection rather the persistance
Then the weight of the world will be lifted
You can live life how it was inteded
As care free as adam and eve.


Details | Free verse | |

Can it

Why do I chase the atom?
when the universe has always been mine.
Can love evolve from red giant
into a galaxy?
Dust and stone
become skin and bone,
born; fall and rise again.


I love the black holes
of your eyes
for they radiate
much more light 
than they could ever take.
White hot coals made to rake
caked surface of my lungs.


How I long to see your breath
steam up the silence in my soul.
Droplets, turn into rapids
and rush my question away.
I tripped; stumbling
my spirit crumbling.
Hold; release those fingers.


Strength born of sugar
does not last, and it feeds fear
I need complex and organic
Can rotten become fresh?
Carry the inner babe
Cain and brother Abe.
Save: heal the tether.


Details | Free verse | |

The storm is come

Red leaves fleeing trouble before the gust:
like children playing tag.
Tumbling to shelter under,
or it is to the brick wall.

Tears from heaven
hit cheeks from the side,
and lash down to toe:
and the whole becomes a sea.

I am swept away in it's fury:
each wave crest seeks shores,
and pours itself away; to abandon. 
Cherishing that kiss with earth.

Fury must find it's rock;
be diminished in ecstasy,
and sink into nothing.
Before turning into life.


Details | Couplet | |

IT AIN'T MY FAULT

I been havin' a real bad day.
Nothin's gone right and my skies are grey.

I usually am quite chipper and kind.
Not a more generous soul will you find.

But today if it could it just happened to me.
I want to just quit, run off and just flee.

Car's in the garage, it'll cost a ton,
To find out what's wrong, that mechanic's a bum.

The T.V. is broke and the stove's on the fritz,
Can't wait to see what that cost's to fix.

I'm behind on my bills, my account's in the hole,
I'm out of a job and my wallet got stole.

I went to the bank for a loan, buy some time,
And the Bible says Job had a lot on his mind.

No dice at the bank and my car's now in hock,
Without any money guess I'll just have to walk.

I yelled at the dog, shoved the cat, kicked the kids,
It seems that it all has just hit the skids.

I can't buy a thing, pay a bill, go to market,
It's hard when the devil puts holes in your pocket,

To look up and smile and give praise in all things,
To trust Him and love Him and lift voice and sing.

I feel so ashamed for the things that I've done.
I thought I was strong but I just came undone,

When things all started to slide down hill,
The examples I gave didn't quite fit the bill;

So I'm asking the Lord to forgive, see me through it,
Cause it ain't my fault, the devil made me do it.

                                                           Judy Ball

About This Poem:
So often we find that when things get tough it's easier to give advice than it is to take it.
It's much harder to experience hard times than it is to watch someone else go through it.
So we tend to judge those who are going through it if they don't quite measure up, even if we have made  the same mistakes ourselves. We say:|Oh well that was a long time ago and I'm different now and I've been forgiven for that.|
But not if you condemn others for the same thing.
The Bible clearly states that we will be judged the same way we judge others and by our own measure it will be measured to us. Remember:
There but for the Grace of God -- go I.


Details | Ballad | |

La Sibylle Blanche du Rhin

La Sibylle Blanche du Rhin La Msytique est la Specatatrice du Divine Elle Parle au mot que je ne comprends pas "Soilel vous deffinissez est mien Pourtant vous, vous laisser il saigner Comme un nouveau vin Triste - ons ne Saurant Jamais Triste - ons ne Verront Jamias" Parle a moi, si prestine La Mystique La Sibylle Blanche du Rhin La Specatatrice du Divine Ton Voix sefane dans Le Chanson entrain de Mourir


Details | Free verse | |

Reservation for One

The words plunge into my chest like a poisoned dagger. 

I frantically tug at the cold knife but to no avail as the venom works its way through my body. My mind desperately attempts to wrap itself around the deadening reality, but the slickness of it is too much to handle.

My mind slips and as a last resort hits the panic alarm. I open my mouth to scream but the poison has worked its way to my throat and burns hotter than the 1000 lakes of fire in hell. I want to grab my neck but my panic stricken mind is unable to reason with my arms to perform even this simple desperate request. 

My knees buckle and I trip and fall, backwards I think. Think...thought...thoughts...none are there. Can't think. Brain dead...or close to it. A cold splash, more chilling than the deadly dagger, wakes my brain momentarily, long enough to realize I'm drowning and add that to the list of pain. Still unable to move I throw an upward glance into her eyes. 
my last chance, the ice thin line between life and death, in hopes she will toss me a rope, a stick, a smile, anything. As she turns her back, I close my eyes and invite the ominous death that is now seemingly warm from the coldness of her actions. 

My mind pieces together a few last thoughts of happiness, of her. The day we met, her smile, her eyes, her laugh, the sound of her voice that my ears welcomed with open doors and arms wide open. The venom and water seem to meet each other simultaneously at my heart as if they had reservations, 

I know its time. 

With my lungs filled and oxygen gone, body frozen, mind shut down, I miss her. I manage one last smile and mouth the words " I love u."


Details | Rhyme | |

EYE Don't See -Part 1-

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

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

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

Eye don’t see
A happy ending in this scene 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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WHO LOVES AMERICA

....WHO LOVES AMERICA? --- HAPPY FIRECRACKER DAY!
.......verse 1
Once upon a good time, not so very long ago
There was America, America the dream God used to know.
Where went America, that all the world loved so?
Once upon a time, not so very long ago?
Where went America, the one the world loved so?

......chorus
Who loves America the way she's meant to be?
Who still loves God's dream, from sea to shining sea? Shining sea?
Who loves America the world depended on?
Who loves America?
I can't believe she's gone.
God save America.

......Children Singing Bridge (Pledge of Allegiance)
I pledge allegiance to the flag
of the United States of America
and to the republic for which it stands
one nation, under God, indivisable
with liberty and justice for all

Repeat Chorus.
© ron wilson

The song, WHO LOVES AMERICA?,  plays by default on my poetry website, (still under construction in places,) AND you also hear the children reciting our PLEDGE OF ALLEGANCE the way it should be recited. Beautiful they did so great. It is at vbdosa.com that is all I need to type in my browser, should be the same for you. Mac users may not hear it the song.
vbdosa.com


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Restore the Walls of Jericho

Blasphemy…cloud over their hearts of gold
Their value gradually diminishes…their weapons turn to mold
Serenity…deserted them and neglected them like orphans 
Their joy rapidly wears out…they mislaid their abundant portions

They yearn,
“RESTORE the walls of Jericho!”

Anguish…shadows over their dwelling, sacred place 
Their weaknesses manipulate them – they’re the definition of disgrace
Danger…defeats them and tarnished them as if they were worthless
Their prosperity shattered straightaway! REBUILD our merriness!

They plead and pray,
“Dona nobis pacem…”  

Hear our hesitation and supplication…we’re beneath the bricks and remains
We’re buried alive literally! We’re becoming one with the ground
Fear and despair erases our soothing dreams…we’re getting washed away in the drains
We’re searching for shelter…we’re getting hunted down – we’re barely surviving 

They churn…
They coil…
They drift away…
They spoil…
In their miseries…
Does He hear their pleas?

“SAVE ME!”
“Bestow blessings upon us!”
Are you ignoring us deliberately?
 “Give us a helping hand
And lead us to the promise land!”

Misfortune unravels in this city of bafflement
Their strengths repaired our souls…we’re the definition of bravery! 
Desolation and disbelief demolishes the walls of Jericho…
Does anyone sense their resentment?
Their charity transformed to greed suddenly – 
Their lack of optimism and gratitude  
Buried them down in captivity
 

How can you bear their poverty? 
How can He save them from destruction and pity?

They whisper on His Holy Hill,
“Dona…Nobis…Pacem…” 

Don’t let the battle overthrow ’em!


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Precipice (Vignette)

The devil tap dances on the edge of your desperation
Your fate upon on a spinning coin of revelation
Faith nourishes as some lead without hesitation
Fear and greed lead to many a soul’s dehydration
God intervenes, protects His children – Salvation





Author’s note:  Stephen King’s The Stand


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A Backslidden Brother

A Backslidden Brother… I have a brother, who once loved God and his word! It was God’s call on his life, that he once heard! He was raised in church and taught God’s ways! And promised to serve him all of his days! But, as he grew older, he began to really doubt. What God’s purpose of salvation was about! He began to deny the power of the cross. And refused to believe that ANY were lost! He twisted God’s word, into his own meaning! Very soon, m any lies, he was now believing! He wrote to friends about his new found belief. He had a new found storytelling with no relief! How did this brother turn from God so fast? Why does he believe these lies? Others asked! As time went by, this brother became confused… It was him, not God, who slowly began to lose! In a matter of time, his life began to “fall apart.” As deception slowly crept into his stubborn heart! God’s truth, that he rejected, can set him free! And turn his life around! For all eternity! We all need to love and serve God from within! And accept his total forgiveness of sin! God’s word is true! And will never be put to shame! May we NEVER forget the power in his name! By Jim Pemberton


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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?


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Nevermore

We do not compare to one another.
My skin is the coal the people used.
Your skin is the powder the flappers adore.
My soul is deep and my heart is pure.
Pure as white!
Your soul is shallow and your heart is dark.
Darker than the skin my poeple hold.

We may not compare, but you are my brother.
Not by blood
or by class.
We are fused-
fused by lives we live and the past we lived 
We are connected forevermore. 

There was a master and he was cruel. 
The crakel of the whip was the electric shock of my greats.
There was no hope for the slave that cried.
There was no voice for the slave that would not hide.

Flight was the tantalizing thought.
The slave hadn't a chance to live in flight or freedom.
Their was only the need to fight.
Fight to live and fight to breathe.
Those greats so far down kept on fighting.
They kept on preserving.
They had their beauty that could never be touched.

White Man, White Man listen to me. 
I was the coal that was used.
I was the coal that was taken from its home.
I was the coal that was discarded and given freedom.

The flappers are young and they love their powder.
You will be used and you will become the slave.
I am the coal that is free.
You are the powder that is used.

My beauty will never will fill a white mans body. 
Too much has been seen and too much has been lived.
No white can hold ?my? strength and no white can hold ?my? beauty.
They are mine and forever will be.

My soul is deep and my heart is pure. I shall not be condemed to this life no more.


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Lunar Love II

Can this ever stop
The world is blacked by the lunar love of my heart
By the vapor of my mind 
All the tides have gone undone
The mist covers my sight
The beast comes out tonight
-- The Storm Comes --

Her eyes are the color of dyed blue
With her amber hair and crimson lips
She sleeps quietly waiting for the innocence of me
But I've already tosses her  in vain
I am the wolf she is the lamb
I've already condoned my  beloved Lillian
Agnus Lilium Iustum Decorem

The desire was so much
Lilith strapped me to her bed 
Forgetting the shame is just a 
Another winless game
Drive the wolf out of me
Take me away from this 
Take me away from the Lunar Love

The moonbeams light up my pale face
I don't want to be seen
Banished from this world I'll ever be
Drive the wolf out of me
Take me away from this
Take me away from the Lunar Love

I cry but the sun cant hear
Do I exist?
This eclipse took over
The savage is in control 
Now I'm left to face it all
Left in the dark where can we go

Lunar love is what we'll be
Lunar love is what we have

I try to Flee away from the scene
In thirst I was blind
Her blood stained on my hands
I must leave this land
I've killed my beloved Lillian
Agnus Lillium Iustum Decorem

The desire was so much
Lilith strapped me to her bed 
Forgetting the shame is just a 
Another winless game
Drive the wolf out of me
Take me away from this 
Take me away from the Lunar Love

Lunar love is what we'll be
Lunar love is what we have

The moonbeams light up my pale face
I don't want to be seen
Banished from this world I'll ever be
Drive the wolf out of me
Take me away from this
Take me away from the Lunar Love

The ghosts are tangled in my dreams 
They play with what was meant to be forgotten 
But I know there must be a away
To find the closure 
But so lost are we 
So lost I've been

Save yourself from the downfall
How close are we to the edge 
This is what the rage has done
This is what the sin has done

The desire was so much
Lilith strapped me to her bed 
Forgetting the shame is just a 
Another winless game
Drive the wolf out of me
Take me away from this 
Take me away from the Lunar Love

Lunar love is what we'll be
Lunar love is what we have

The moonbeams light up my pale face
I don't want to be seen
Banished from this world I'll ever be
Drive the wolf out of me
Take me away from this
Take me away from the Lunar Love

Lunar love is what we'll be
Lunar love is what we have

Forgetting the shame is just a 
Another winless game


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My Savior

Savior of mine
I call out to you
Save me from myself
and all I believe that is true.
For my heart is aching inside
and I know not what to do.

Take me by the hand
Guide me to a far away land.
Allow me to escape myself once and for all.

I know not what my future brings
I know not where this path leads
However I do know,
that my heart bleeds 

Savior of mine
Stop this aching pain
Free my soul
from its evil reign.

For life without you,
is lived only in vain.

Savior of mine
I give myself to you
Broken and scared
For this is all that I can do.

For with you
nothing of myself
will remain
From this point on
I can only gain.

Thank you for saving me
This unworthy soul is now set free.


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Just leave my man alone

Bad people come and go
but this one wont leave him alone
I wish she'd leave my man be
because he's got someone like me

That bad person won't leave my man be
she hurt him before 
I was left to pick up the pieces
which seeing him like this hurts me 
I just want him to be happy

Not that I care if they were friends
but she won't give it up
she wants him back
but I refuse to give him up
he is everything to me 

why won't she just leave him be
She says to him he's everything to her
if that were true why does she hurt him

if she truly loved him 
why would she cheat 
even hurting him again and again

All the sudden he finds anew 
and she wants him back 

I believe it's because he's mine now
I refuse to let him go 
he is everything to me 

I don't want to see him go down
He deserves nothing but the best
which to me shes nothing like that
She should just let him go
He is mine now. 

please leave my man be
I'm sick of the games she plays with his heart
I love him and he loves me
So please leave my man be 

find anew and maybe next time think again
before hurting a man or someone elses

Thanks again. 
 

 


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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


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Morning Star

I gazed into the predawn sky, to see the morning star...
I smiled because it reminded me how small we really are...
Our minor tribulations turn to major tragedies...
The reasons are beyond our arrogant expertise...
So I wink at the morning star, and it twinkles back at me...
I go about my day whistling, as I stroll through the debris...





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We Search For Direction

In the beginning of plight,
We venture off and take action
Beyond the mysteries of the day and night
We search diligently for safety and direction 

The aftermath of our flight
Brought us good luck and success
If we look forward...we'll eventually find light
We must get out of this cave...
Or we'll be stomped on by distress

You're our journey's end
Where is the escape route?
Beyond the present anguish, our spirits will ascend
With God's help, we'll find a way out...
No doubt


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Three

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cracks reminding us 
a calender hangs silence 
by all irony.

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

Practice for the blind 
circulation shutting down
shall twist towards plot

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Running for their skin,
civilised sugar paper , 
for response alone.

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Therion

Slayer of dreams and reality Bow down to his Therion Majesty Vowed to Be beyond Spiritual Supremacy, But too Frail, but too Weak, Were these words of The Transgressor of Our Argentine Destiny Reigned with Blood And with Blood You shall Fall Never denounce the ways of The Wicked For the Wicked you Have Become I'm Not your gracious Jesus Christ, Saving you from the blood-sodden Ice, But you Are The Beast Therion Majesty Can't control your own destiny The one who used to fight monsters, Became a Monster Himself Look beyond the Book, See the Truth lying there, Gagged and Hooked, Silence screaming to Be Free The Draconian Revelation Will Save thee The same Cold Pressure has erupt inside The Beast dwells in your Pride Dipped in Argentine and Insanity, Captivated by the touch Never looking beyond the Sin, For the Scene remains Empty I'm Not your gracious Jesus Christ, Saving you from the blood-sodden Ice, But you Are The Beast Therion Majesty Can't control your own destiny The one who used to fight monsters, Became a Monster Himself In your mind When the world Falls, Parodiso will open her halls But not for you, Inferno Cries out for you Forever Malaoda will Be your destiny I'm Not your gracious Jesus Christ, Saving you from the blood-sodden Ice, But you Are The Beast Therion Majesty Can't control your own destiny The one who used to fight monsters, Became a Monster Himself


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Dark, cold World.

===== A little rhyme inspired by DaryIsue LockHart's rhymes =====

It is for the lost..  that I wanna find the way,
Out from this dark place, of pain and misery.
Back to ourselves.. how we were, when we were young,
Before evil played its hand, before the time we got stung.

I wanna be free..  but that'll have to wait!
I'm trapped by emotion, by feelings soo great.
And I'm not alone.. in this victims prison,
D.I.Y Labotomy, I'll make the first incision.

I don't want drugs, to ease my pain,
I found Nirvana.. but can't get back again!
Some say I'm insane!  This train of thought I'm on,
Goes through a portal to another dimension.

But it's a dark, cold world.. where I know no fear,
My heart it stops, my mind sharpens.. becomes clear,
When I look into your eyes.. I can see your soul,
I can reach into your heart.. but I might lose control!

Sometimes I can see.. just a little too much,
And round-about that time, I start to lose touch,
See.. I know why you hurt, but I could hurt them too!
I'd make them scream, long, sweet, songs of sorry.. just for you.

However.. I know something, that they don't know,
I've had a little glimpse, of the place, that they go,
Where they like to turn the tables.. and play little games,
Where sticks and stones hurt, but so will the names!

Till then.. keep strong!  Keep your mind awake,
You've walked through fire, I think you should take a break,
But you've seen the enemy, like me.. you wanna fight,
Thats why I walk alone, with no shadow, in the night.


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My God Almighty

My God Almighty high up above
Please hear my prayer for peace, protection, and love

Although in my life you know I have sinned
You also know where I am going
Where I am, and where I've been

For I pray to you Lord, not only in my sorrows 
Nor only when I am in pain
But even in times of peace and joy
My prayers are never in vain


I know that you love me, for I am your child
And you have never turned me away
Not even when I have stumbled
Or have clearly lost my way


I ask you Lord to see me through 
This world so very cold
And I ask that you protect not only the Saints 
But the weak, poor, young, and the old

Protect the defenseless babies
Left crying in the night
Abandoned, hungry, and cold 
Screaming out to you with all their might


Protect the innocent children
Left crying deep inside
From eternal wounds that will never heal
No matter how hard they try

Give peace and love to these children Lord
For they never had a chance
Against the overwhelming evil in this world
Please give them reasons to sing, and dance 

Please Lord protect the old
For they have served their time
And now they are weak, and very tired 
And some have not even a dime

Protect the poor from disease
From hunger and devastation 
Protect the ones who are left to perish 
Those ignored by wealthy nations

Protect the men, women, and children
Who are left wandering in the street
Facing not only the danger of illness
But of crimes against them, and having nothing to eat



Bless them with your warmth my Lord
When they are facing the coldest days
Please guide your loving angels to keep them
Safe and warm wherever they stay


Protect the defenseless creatures
Slaughtered for profit and gain
Hear their cries to you my Lord
For they cry to you in agony, and in pain

They are the ones of other nations
Who share this web of life
Who are surely deserving of your love
And eternal light

I ask these things of you my Lord
For only you and I surely know
Of the things that are so troubling
This pained and tired soul

You are my silent witness
To the things my eyes have seen
For you have walked with me 
On this long, winding road 
And everywhere in between

Thank you Lord, for hearing my prayers
As I know you always will
For I know that you will love me always
I am forever your child, Camille.

~ Camille Rose Castillo 2009


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Releasing Void

Empty
Lost
Vacant in a light-year moment 


This poem is void 
Along with our self-esteem

This yielding emotion needs shine 
Will we ever rise with you in merry delight?
You're not here with us, so I'm hopeless we'll ever do fine  
 
Our hopes shattered and now I have stars without light


Frightful
Confused
Startled by your
Senseless removal
It has been written in approval


These words doesn't exist in your heart  
For our feelings are merely a piece of junk

Do you hear our disjunked plea or are you too focused on your greed? 

You left us broken and envied-- you dried up our family seed! 
We've been trying to nourish our family... but it only drowned us in distressed emotion
But I'll still try to remain true to my devotion 


Frenzied
Jumbled
Bewildered by your action of
Mindless removal 
That has been written by your approval


Are you willing to listen
Or are you going to turn down our voices?

You're always available to come home to apoligize-- we'll heed to your plea
Do you wish to have a void 
Seperating our once jubilent family?
It's very unclear in your pointless decision; the thought of it is too hard to avoid  


Disoriented
Doomed
Disenchanted by your action of
Heartless removal 
That has been agreed by your approval 


Please put a restraining order to the void that shaped  
Nonsensical lines
Please help me with my unstable life, for I haven't escaped
From these appalling signs


Even if you turn down our dissaproval, we'll remain
Faithful
Complete
Strengthened

Are your stars burning with hope?


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The Means To The End

Whats real becomes fake,
and fake is forever,
we try not to break,
but never say never.

What we take for granted,
turns to ash in our hands,
the seed that was planted,
is the means to the end.

Let the end begin,
lets start the decline,
the outside has creeped in,
and we've blurred the line.

And love once received,
can always remain,
but we need to believe,
oh ugly faith!


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Unfinished

Burning, yearning for the song, sound is lifting, shifting down. All harmonics; poison strong, I, who wear a siren's crown. Hesitant; strained cantata, trapped in fragile stone. My blood; etched stigmata, sings for His, alone...


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Here Without You

Here without you 
Paints me a realization that life isn't easy
It displaces the settling railroad
Taken away by the midnight train's calamity 

Waiting impatiently 
to face some inspiration given by God
Over the driver and I 

By the way you shrivel up in anger, 
I'm not ready to cross through the trampled street
Trampling over the infected cycle...unprepared to face reality's misfortune 
Swimming in its ungrateful punishment

Settling in my sorrow state...shaping my way away from ignorant fate
You lie in scrumptious desires, supposedly independent in your heart-seeking choices
To burn the aches and rashes for all the times you fooled us...took us for granite 
What do you have left to diminish?
To accomplish?

Here without you is like refusing an outspoken crowd, applauding in satisfaction
Ruining the family's reputation...flustering the gas station 
Jaded by your defiant outbursts

Holding up my clutched fists in shame
Holding back tears that reck a moment's peace

This betrayal...not deserving a name

You were passing near us, snickering and cursing our form...our completive family
You wish for scrumptious desires...shaping your heart in frightening lies that strike the innocence of your presence

All the years seem to leave us behind
Settling in the resistible past 
Passing our unachieved, future goals
Poverty splattering us in shapeless love 

Rummaging mad as a furious bear in danger of unyielding snares 

Are we on time to reach the morning train?
And start our life in a new cycle 
This family barely has anything to gain 
You aren't even offering us any advice...same be for you,
Pleasure-seeking mother

Here without you is competitive, but affordable and fair
We aren't crushed against your passionate glares

Here without you is an unhappy environment 
Too caught up in unbearable suffocation and useless bafflement 

Here without you 
Paints me a realization that life isn't easy
It displaces the settling railroad
Taken away by the midnight train's calamity 

Come home... face your fears and embarrassment 
Get away from the monstrous zoo, snatching away impressing love 
Help repair this tear between the whole family with our handyman
Giving it time to grow stable and secure

This family barely has anything to gain 
You aren't even offering us any advice...same be for you,
Pleasure-seeking mother

Good riddance


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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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why do we have.................................

why  do  we   have  clouds?
why  do  we  have   sky?
why do  we   have   music?
why do  we    have   computers?
just  think  why why  why!!!


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First the growth, then the changes

Dedicated to John and Carla Sherman.

First the growth, then the changes.

The priests have got it all so wrong
They tell you “Change your ways”
Then when you try, the inner wars
They seep into your days
They tell you, you must change your thoughts
But this, it can’t be done
You have no power to change your thoughts
If you look, you’ll see that thoughts just come.

Some people they have said to me
If you change then growth will come
They have got it back to front
The growth it must be done
And then the changes, they will come
All the grime be washed away
And all you really have to do
Is look at ‘you’ this be the way.

Many say that they have changed
But scratch the surface, then
You’ll find the same faults buried there
And they’ll come back again
The mind is stronger than your will
It buries things, that’s all
Just lose your faith, or all your truths
Then very soon again, you’ll fall

Yet if you look within, at ‘you’
You can believe, or not at all
But you will feel the growth come in
And this be wonderful
For then the beasts will fade away
Because you’ll know the truth
Just close your eyes, and look at you
That’s all, my friends, this be the proof.



Peter Duggan 22 December 2013@ 1230hrs


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Kindling The Fire

I'll stick to the secret religion I don't need a reason to enter metamorphosis like the wind cutting rocks to carve out new rivers Stranger than fiction my nominal friction ties to this earth I might fly off like a child in birth severing ties to his mother The inside out pains for all I've attained the scratches and bruises hardly tell the story of a life of little worry throw stress to the winds every now and then look back and say how did I get here with minimal damage I don't have much but I manage These days drained of desire like a thin pulled copper wire shiny on the outside brawny in the in its like a wick in the wind kindling this fire I'll be okay though because I'm a short winded liar.


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Right Turns

Looking back in life I've made so many wrong turns
Sped up when I should've braked
In this environment I've learned to discern
Between who's walk is real, or fake

It's the little things that hurt, not the abundance 
but rather the lack of,
genuine actions speak louder than words
Especially when it comes to love

Hearing others spit your name on their tongue
baffles me through and through
The things they've said, when compared
appear nothing like who I knew

So much I question and would like to say
So much I have to ask
But I know it's not my place, 
And in this situation I cannot bask.

I pray you reach a point in life
Where you have no where to turn
So that you may reach out to God
And begin to evaluate and truly discern

We got off on the wrong foot
And there's no retracing our step
Our walks aren't i the same direction
And our new paths have been unkept


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soul speaker

Do I stay 
Do I go
Where will my words flow
From my heart like a river 
But I forget not to drowned 
holding my breath
Wishing for solid ground 
Passion and improv
Are they the key to the soul 
Ever speaking its emotions
but where did the listeners go
A silent theater 
They watch as a crowd 
Never noticing how the set breaks down
A painted body
The soul wears a mask 
With enough wear and tear
It will shatter like glass
Do I go 
Do I stay 
To whome do I pray 
For answers
Retribution
An end to all grief
The questions are almost enough 
To cause my soul to speak 

Note: I felt like writing. I just woke up. I didn't consider anything I just rolled with it. And this is what I got l. Hope you enjoy it and that you each interpret it as you like. I think this what this one is here for. Interpretation. To touch everyone differently. 


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Judas The Fallen Angel

I'm not the devil
But I know who he is
He's your alter-ego
And your so oblivious
He's the angry reaction
He's the hate hidden inside
That masked as confidence
That's the devils own foolish pride
I admit it, I lied
For I know he's with me
When everyone disappears
And we debate how things should be
I feel sorry for him
I was also casted out
So I soothe his great evil
And he removes all my doubt
Not the worst thing I've done
We don't hurt no one
They still despise us
I feel like his son
Except there's that thing
Always keeps me true
Peace  and love lead to happiness
The rest is up to you
For we can just show you
The reflection you wear
As we climb back towards heaven
My mind already resides there

And the millions of dream chasers 
awaiting me there
trying to catch up
by acting like they care
yet somehow, I still truly do
my mind is much stronger now
in thanks to you
nobody hates me
when I love myself
their desire can;t touch my
sense of already there
catch up  to me 
if you think can
you might learn the power
when i show you the dance
it will be okay 
when the music takes you away
I'll be holding your hand
at the end of the day
my one truest friend 
always saw the end
before I ever
made a start towards it
the old me is over
and I'm more loved for it.


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Surgery

Lost, following darkness at an exaggerated speed.
 Feeling helpless with an ever growing need.

Trying to catch your breath with a tremendous scare.
 Its there, all you have to do is inhale the air.

Panic is an unwelcome, yet familiar friend.
 Dear God, tell me this isn't the end.

He isn't even six weeks old and here he lays. 
 Death banging at the door, chased away by she who prays.

Thank you for competent nurses who love their job. 
 Thank you for that stranger to hug you while you violently sob.

I love you more every day that I see my son's bright smile.
 You really never left me, you were there all the while.

I owe you my son's life and that broken piece of my heart.
 Thank you for not taking him away and ripping me apart.




Dedicated to God......


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Sky-Scraped Ruins

The evening fresh, 
stars allure, 
birthed- ground-breaking. 

To look back, seems feeble
forward, Vigorous.

It is almost too late, 
I have hollowed a place
for each hope I carried, 
trickery twisted imagination. 

The sky littered, 
calling...all visions to death, 
each cup of soil, 
warmth
befriending faith with roses
daisies, 
as I walk away, 
nurtured.

There are no more stones-
upon stones, 
upon stones, 
only hours perhaps, 
devoted.


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Stay By My Side, Angel

Frozen in time for a very long time
Until you twinked my time and scrubbed off the grime
From my heart...from my heart 
It beats in rhythm now...my heart is pumping with joy!
You took heart and tore apart
The blasphemy that molded me into this monster
That pierced me like an arrow...striking a bull's eye
Now I can't shake off the dread, I'm sorry for breaking down in front of you

I just can't function...without your heartfelt blessings 
Hovering around me...lingering by my side

*still working on this poem...the other part got deleted X(*



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Forever Somewhere

Watch me as I shoot across the midnight sky
Looking almost as beautiful as I am fast
I do my best to try not to die
But we both know that I cannot last

Flames and faith blazing as I go
Because I know that just up around the bend
Is forever somewhere that I do not know
Is forever somewhere near my sweetest friend
Is forever somewhere where I still love you so
and forever somewhere near my bitter end..


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Outcry of a broken heart

Even my mind not stilled by silence
my thoughts outraged with hurt and hate
as Im dumbfounded with confusion
leaving the cause to no debate,
I cannot tell you what is wrong
to tell you means I'd have to trust,
and my heart no longer feels willing,
beating only cause it must.

I feel a dead man live my life
I see his cold abandoned heart,
I hear his agonising cries
as he is torn more apart,
knowing no peace, no rest I find
having no comfort, stuck in a bind
a vagabond, alone in his life
Ive been cut off, betrayal was the knife.

awaiting death, and still much worse
my whole life upon this earth
seems like a scheme to take my worth
and bring me to nothing,
such is my curse
and i fear the effects
may never reverse
and make believe that I am cursed.
the way I feel too great for words
too great to bear such constant hurt
my soul depressed and left prostrate
before God to help, I hope it works. . .


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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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Fainting

Fainting

My heart,
how you betray me,
rogue rhythms
steal my conscious
thoughts...
Darkness
embraces.
Only hope
awakens
me.

rlm


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You Are My Everything

Lately I've broken myself in
Feeling more comfortable
In my own skin
The places my feet
Have taken me
Lead to a complete turn around
Both directions seem so long
But I was in the wrong
I'm more than just aspiring
With you, with you tonight

I may run ahead
But I can't leave you behind
I just need a to get a view of life
And tell you what I find
You hate this place
I can see it in your face
You're just taking care
Of the fragile moments we've shared
Even with no words to speak
You are my everything
Even with nothing to keep
You are my everything
I'm more than just aspiring
So keep an open mind
With me tonight, with me tonight

I never put a patent on confidence
My arrogance leads me back to you
In this never ending race
And now with nothing left to lose
My words may sound cruel
With nothing left to prove
Keep looking ahead
With your eyes on the prize
I'll pay the price for 
The expenses you've occurred
Keep looking ahead
I'm not too far behind
To help you find truth
In all the lies
Carry the weight
When things become to heavy
Bring you up from your knees
When you're broken down and empty
Even with no words to speak
You are my everything
Even with nothing to keep
You are my everything
I'm more than just aspiring
So keep an open mind
With me tonight, with me tonight
Smile for me if you understand my happiness 
I'll care for you tonight, for you tonight


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Hypocritical Piety

Pious passion with pearl like luster
Panoply paint in deviant cluster
Projecting devout sacred morals
Wearing crowns of thorny laurels

Preaching forth with self righteous scorn
Scrawled on parchment fully worn
Those pagan heathens they perceive
Who don’t condone what they believe

Perplexed by such pathetic woes
Least the truth be so exposed
A patchwork of divine confusion
Unfounded values in perfusion

Peripheral motives, hidden lies
Unhallowed spirits in holy guise
Hypocrites with tarnished goals
Believing they’re the chosen souls  


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Serenade To The Wolf

When we are rendered alone
And don't know where we should go
We new to overcome
The forces who drag us under

Some will persist to stay
But the darkness only grows ever stronger
It's time to anew

Though it gets harder every day
I'll promise I'll always live for you
There's no need to state your pain
I already see it in your eyes
We can break from their lies
Come and see what you have
come and see what you have is me


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Dear Newtown Connecticut

Dear Newtown Connecticut, may you be filled with grace,
I turn on the T.V. to witness the tragedy~and find Love in IT'S place,
You are so strong in moving on~you have NO Choice I see,
I hear you cry but Hero's died~ You are the true HERO'S to Me!


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Illegitimi non Carborundum

Illegitimi non carborundum ;-)


...Staggering, my vision cloudy,


I fall to the hard ground.


when life’s sharp left-jab leaves my face bloody,


and all that surrounds me, is the desolation of loss I feel all around.



I see myself slipping,

down the abyss to where nothingness exists,


still, I cling on, groping for a foothold,

for my will to stay persists.



I clamber up, I stand my ground, though battered and bruised I may be,


my curtain is not falling yet, I have some fight still left in me.



It is then, in the pit of despair, when all seems bleak and painful and dull,


I summon the strength from deep within,


I rise, slowly, to face the day,


I refuse to sink,

to wallow, to surrender, to throw in the towel,


to drown,


for I am stronger now,


indeed I am, after all the years, and all the battles,


I stand, bruised and bloody,


still,


I stand,


I refuse, to sink, to drown,


for they can try, to punish me some more,


but I shall not allow them to grind me down…


;-)


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circus

they paint my body,
and make me sing,
a smile i want,
from the man in the ring,

bend me this way,
throw me there,
with opened mouths,
they sit and stare,

i catch the eyes,
of one in the crowd,
of flowing laughter,
growing loud,

they see my chains,
my silent cries,
with each twirl in the air,
my spirit dies,

the lights go down,
i sit and wait,
as the one i love,
closes the gate

i wish for light,
where i used to fly,
before i was here,
where the clowns still cry


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Imperative

Since time built fashion a reason to discover whether

Shelter lies dormant amidst a backoning call asunder

Sweet dreams fallen Elms in Summer sweat appease

A noble laugh then a fuze through its carnal means

~
In time,

A duration of timely gestures;
Such as the weather changes in laughter
In havoc we provoke fallen tears drenched through tears
~

Imperative

A challenge to be free is a question in time

Sublime...

We tend to make a mountain out of a mole hill
~

In soft Ivory towers overlook disaster proned to logical persuasion

Perhaps in need of a break on a long vacation;
Gone our the days we drift to frolic in a haze
Today were left as egg shells getting stuck in a maze
To dream in light of an imperative call

~
In laughter we frolic through the temporal call
In reason we quest an exchange of love
In hatred we get destroyed as a pig in mud
In peace their lies a filter destroyed the evil means

Imperative


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Euphorianah'

The sapphire sun of what-were dreams
Setting in the forsaken east
My winters' desperation clung to your silent voice
Let death be a choice
Dusk revealed your truest nature
Before her argentine eyes
'Tis the darkest of tragedies, romances' maladies
Let your forgiveness be la Vie In this frozen air
The wings of my deepest despairs

Friend or foe?
The dagger close to my heart--
If your forgiveness is nigh
Let me know--or is this all a lie

Lilyheart Swain
Please don't give into your pain
You hold my soul on Eden's Edge

Your innocent flesh
Cradled in my broken arms
Forever you will be mine, forever you will stay
The snow caressing us as we tangle in deathly embrace
This darkness fades into amber innocence 
Hatred no longer exists
Forgive me
Come back my only
Euphorianah

The winterwind tears carress me
With whispers, (of) Someone I Once knew
Calming the fears inside
But the pain remains
--hallcunary rains 

Dreams fading with the Enya in your eyes
With the darkness of your hands
The silverfears of the pale moon
Shine on you

Lilyheart swain 
Please don't give into your pain
You hold my soul on Eden's Edge

Your innocent flesh
Cradled in my broken arms
Forever you will be mine, forever you will stay
The snow caressing us as we tangle in deathly embrace
This darkness fades into amber innocence 
Hatred no longer exists
Forgive me
Come back my only
Euphorianah

Your eyes search for mine
Oh how they shine, blue 
Sacrdice has a price
Heaven is calling us tonight

Cursed In shadowed illusions
Shall we dance?
Would there be a chance
Euphorinah 
Forgive me now
I will rip out every nail 
Of your coffin
I don't care if it's God it will offend

Lilyheart Swain
Please don't give into your pain
You hold my soul on Eden's Edge

Your innocent flesh
Cradled in my broken arms
Forever you will be mine, forever you will stay
The snow caressing us as we tangle in deathly embrace
This darkness fades into amber innocence 
Hatred no longer exists
Forgive me
Come back my only
Euphorianah


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BE STILL

The angst that fills my seeking heart,
Revealed to me a missing part.
More to life there has to be,
More that is evading me.

I’m looking for the perfect way
But it has slipped by me today.
Novels read gave not the right
Answer that I need tonight.

Nor in the airwaves, did I hear
Any revelations clear.
Not in a stream or bubbling brook,
It must be where I failed to look.

Among the traffic, I’ve not found
Worthy words that are profound.
Pay-per-view gave no reply
Leaving me to wonder why.

The stress of what I’m going through
Prevents my knowing what to do.
More to life there has to be,
More that is evading me.

I’ve looked beyond and far below,
Finding only what I know.
The angst remains with me, no doubt.
Resolution, alas, gives out!

Exhausted by my busy quest,
This hopeless heart decides to rest.
When, in my silent spirit heard
A soothing, but prophetic, word.

The sound was slight, a stealthy sleuth
Whispered, “John, Eight Thirty Two.
And once you see the perfect WAY,
Read Forty Six Ten, in Psalm today!”


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Thoughts of Holidays

Why does my soul ache this time of year
hoarfrost on brown grass/icy chill in the air
feeling all should be calm yet filled with tumult. 

Why are ghosts of Christmas’ past
still haunting when joy was always shattered
by demon rum/angry words  
ripped a child’s flesh/soul
unaware it would haunt for decades.

Is it wrong to love And hate
want/shun/pull/push? 
Great pains and sorrow masked in 
childhood joy/laughter.
Leave me please leave the child who is within me …

Let him grow to be a man 
without guilt and sorrow 
over nothing he could control nor want to. 
I cry out to my maker 
how good he is yet … 

how i still am pained by anger within; 
is it the demon or the man, 
is it self-pity or imagination … 
Fantasy or reality 
children play in the distance on loan 

just a while/no pain should touch them 
or entice them the world should
be alive for them 
to explore with no bandits
awaiting them as prey. 

Why is it so 
what is my role in this
world/ 
guide
messenger? 

In what sense do I … 
change them/ 
to what extent will i 
become a part of them 
do they want to caress or shun 

Emulate or emaciate 
oh hear my cry great father 
what is my place and where does it fit? 

Thy will be done …


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THE COMING OF BLACK JESUS

    THE COMING OF BLACK JESUS
From out of dark of Africa
and from the central plain
beyond the Nile, in just a while
black gold, and all its gain

lay shackled in the morning sun,
humanitie's great sin,
they wait in tears for what seems years
for whaleboats rowing in.

Financing by the usurers,
who'd make a pot of gold,
each trip to Africa was blessed,
by those who'd not have blessing told.

Once on the beach, the boats are filled
and slavery steers the coarse
out to the ship that makes the trip
and filled with black's remorse.

The teaching to their heathen minds
sets in before the sail
is barely set so they can get
the Word before they fail.

the Word that Jesus died for them
so now they must rejoice
and sing His song their lifetime long
His way's their only choice.

The sail is pushed across the sea
and changed, their native speech,
through heat and rain and hurricane,
then hope is in their reach;

when one bright morn "land ho's" proclaimed
they fall down to their knee
to spread His fame, and praise His name
who Saved them from the sea!

And when the anchor's heaved away
to hold the ship in place;
off from the shore they've been bound for;
forgiven's their disgrace

and all the old ways ever known
are laid into the past
replaced on ships by snapping whips
before the captain's mast!

    And so they're sold before they're old,
     mere beasts of burden, black and cold,
       while Jesus saves them, every one,
         .......if they but do what they are told.
 © ron wilson aka vee bdosa


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Gentle as the moon

Who is this?
That calls me from my latent apathy.
Why is this good?
rescuing heart from lovers atrophy.

My desperate mewling 
reached further than a shout.
Stumbling toe scraping limp
took me further, packed more clout.

I was lied to.
Thinking that you're bottomless ration,
could be earned,
could be bought with acts of compassion.

I was indulging in hurt,
abiding in poetic romantic pain.
I was thrashing around
bellowing at nothing,
needing to blame.


Why is this love for me?
when I was wasting all my energy
on a treadmill run.
Who is this?
That holds me light;
gentle as the moon,
source of the sun.


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To Believe is Naive

To believe, is naive
A circle, forever spinning
Forever spinning.
Illustrious bellies, full of contentment, and denial.
You force upon others, your stories and fancies, 
And forget to even ask, if the fanciful be inconsequentially, dependable.
My face, full of you, 
And you take, from my robe, and you take, from my sling. 
Whispers, whisper man of the cross. 
Whisper your tales and your chants.
The candles flicker, and the chorus rings, and you hum dum till one.
And we rise, and we sit, and we rise, and we sit.
Sing. Greet. Chant. Sing. Speak. Sing. Farewell.
A book of yonder years, scrutinized, bantered, 
Written, change, written, change. Of man.
To say you know. To say there is. To say He.
Do you not know? One who says they know, knows nothing. Know, nothing,and you will know 
everything.
My ears! Cover my ears!
Take from me you, you who thrusts, and begs, and demands. 
Hands open. To receive, but not the word of God.


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APPLE PIE

    APPLE PIE
The morning light, that's blinding to the sight,
breaks through the clouds into the forest deep,
and wakens life from out of darkened night,
into the dawn of one more date to keep.

While life, the puzzle, opens to the dawn,
and makes a challenge of their daily bread,
my wonder is if they're depending on
the grace of God, or on mere chance, instead.

This raises thanks from my observing heart,
that we've the fare to set our table right,
and make a feast of what is just a part
of bounty that's come from our nations might.

       And from belief that Jesus is the way,
          the light and truth that leads the U.S.A.


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Why Do You Weep

Why do you weep oh gentle One?
Why do you cry out when alone?
Even more, why are you silent when you go out?
Do your troubles embarrass you and run others away?

Would it make others uncomfortable to hear what you say?
Would your plight run those away who do not seem to care?
Do you truly feel alone this and every day?
Do you fear what more, next will come your way?

Know I am here… Though we will never meet.
Know my troubles are also great.
Know I too, cry only when alone.
Know I am just like you, my friend.

I know that others soothing words do not take away the pain.
I know that talk of God does not make the problems go away.
I know this dreadful journey never seems to stop.
But I know you are not alone and can still talk to God.

Hope does not pay the bills or bring back those we lost.
Hope does not cure all ills or bring the dawn.
But sometimes Hope and God, is all we have when others fail…
And me of course, for you were never alone.

After you have sat there and silently wept…
Go forth into this day, knowing that in this world….
There are always others like you and me.  
Hope and God are there somewhere, too. No one is truly alone…

Take heart when you are done weeping and know: 
You are not alone: for I am also here with you.
We all have afflictions and problems, usually several at a time.
My greatest affliction is epilepsy among others that abound.
Remember life is an epic to be over come and  still:
I am here for you.


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Legacy of Pain

Legacy of Pain

Redeemed myself, as I fought for love
Like shattered glass, biting through my skin
You damaged parts of me that can't be fixed easily
All i can do is reclaim what's no longer mine

I've chosen every road, fought every teardrop
What remains is a shadow of what i used to be
A fragile little girl, frightend of a womans world
where leachers dive in and break your spine

Sucking and biting, roaming your blood
Like a foodfest of evil depriving your soul
They tear you down, from dress to gown
till you're naked shaking from head to toe

Had no one to warn me, to clear my head
A ship lost at sea, with no guiding light of hope
weathered each storm, while my heart was torn
but i couldn't escape even if i wanted so

Bewildered and scared of a future alone
I paced through the night, while saying goodnight
knowing the heartache would be far from gone
when I'd open my bloodshed eyes at dawn

You kept me hooked with a chain of pain
dangling from my neck, saying what the heck
drama is what you're looking at my friend
you take it or leave it, stay or be gone

And so I stayed praying things would change
thinking I could fix what was meant to be broken
lord knows how hard i tried to soften every fight
with a kiss to make up to the point of breakup

And here i stand... alone again
freed from the demon, that stole my sanity
like a shadow on a wall, a ghost in the hall
invisible like the scars, our legacy remains


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Hands Awake

Hands awaken! Speak out! Answer to sacred shouts,
subterranean whispering, to stars above rooftops—
thread sunlit branches with the chattering of a thousand leaves.

If fluxes and urgencies of confusion or death
should drawn you into your self-box, I say,
remember when one constructed self-prison fell away.
However you helped this forward,
do more of the same.

Be rain-hands, weeping, steeped in earth fragrance.
Be fingers in blossom, faces turning upward,
loves innumerable, rough-cut bedazzled—
unafraid to be splayed open.

Be pocketed hands, released to the welcoming wind—
multiplying there in mid-air,
riding the four directions.

Be hands of smoke and fire, descending and ascending like ragged bird-song—
effulgent, double-charged with surprise
and now even with mock surprises.

Start at the beginning, where you are.
Don’t be satiate with loll-lolling
recede wave’s tide, retreat back and back
into yourselves, until grown utterly intellectual and lumpish!

Now, you Human Being—you come awake also!
Sweep the furnishings from table. Upend the table lawlessly.
Bring the muscular, fleshy, feminine against the masculine and muscular.
Bring the masculine to the feminine. Bring friend to enemy,
estranged neighbor to the confidant. In a dance of pressing hands,
let subtle conversation play.

Ring all the tiny bells.
Stir the King and Queen of Remembrance.

In over-arching restraint, holding back one iota, so pure notes sound—
bring sunburst, sphere and harmony.
Make your entire body a listening board
forming therein—tender shape around which love
seed unfolds infinite spaces and then…

Spring awake! All to better dreaming
where hope and faith are undashed, not this dying.

O, hear me now! Hands, every which one of you,
with every human—never again sleep,
never abandon!


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Little Chapel On the Hill

False prophets, not saints
Hide behind crosses
Judging the whole world
But forget their sins,
Or can't remember

Every Sunday,
Seethe in glory
Backstab and lie
Never repent,

Their actions;
Are imp-like
Spirit is dark

In Hell
They might.....

Burn!


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Not Angry - Just saying

Just saying

You tell me not to work

on the Sabbath

but it's OK to play football 

 

You tell me to keep

the ten commandments

yet you read the bible whilst you're

driving to church

 

You tell me what to pray for

and how to have music ready for rehearsal

yet you don't bring yours

but that is different

 

You tell me God only created

Adam and Eve as two people

and no one else 

but that is as ridiculous as

the big bang theory


Details | Rhyme | |

Thoughtless Drones

Never given the chance to stand and say

Expected to sit and pray

Sit upon this wooden chair

Speak the truth if you dare

‘Be good and you’ll be forever

Cross me and you’ll see never’

Burn to the ground and then say a prayer

Speak the truth if you dare

Beaten into submission

A forged rendition

Truth hid by men of greed

Wanting the crowds to heed

Fire and brimstone is what they preach

While your money they leach

From their tongue God does not flow

The only way to know

Is to listen within – He is there

Hear the truth if you dare


Details | Epic | |

The BEAST

                         
Dawns light slithers in, and it scratches your soul

The days eviceration about to unfold

Your mind all a jumble, your flesh all a quake

And you wonder inside " How much more can I take"

Will you hide behind fortress of opiate walls

Do you muster your strength, do you answer the call

The Beast sallies forth, to gnaw on your bones

And you feel your heart flutter, arythmical tones  

The Dragon comes hard plunging straight to the quick

You lie there a quivver, your vessel so sick

Your hands fumble blindly for vitreous pill

Will it's weird grace you health, will it's ire turn and kill

You draw crystal daggar, plunge it deep to the hilt

Its potent elixer no drop to be spilt

The Beast flays you liver, you mouth silent sighs

And your throat, without will, cries the smallest of cries

"Oh my God share your mettle" your prayers rise above

And He comes down and kisses your wounds with his love

The Beast vents it's fury, apoplectic with rage

For you both know it's victim has just turned the page 

Still the Beast is not finished, your temple to wreck

And he slides up your back and crawls onto your neck

He pummels your skull, sodomizes your brain

His claws scourge your eyes and they bleed steely pain

His feet rake your gullet, your vomitus vent

You fall to your knees, all lifes oxygen spent

But your lance has struck true, and the toxin well laid

You know that this vile demon soon will be slayed

He howls out in anguish, and hides from your light

He slinks from your presence, flees from your might

You have spit in his eye, pissed and shat in his nest

Castrated the Golgoth, shrugged off his best

So you rise to your height, wipe the bile from your chin

And your lips they invoke the subtlest grin

For the Love of your God, companions and kin

Have made legion your forces, the beast can not win.

Your mind feels the grace that your faith doth supply

And you know to your core THIS MONSTER WILL DIE.

  Grace and hope to us all

      Walter

Hep C 30+ yrs, 2 wks post 24 wk tx, BMS 790052 eRVR



Details | Free verse | |

Where's My Voice

I want to scream 
God save me
I want to scream
Take away the blackness
And wash me white again
I want to scream 
Why did you leave me God
I want to scream
Don’t you hear me
Don’t you see me
Can’t you see me drowning
I want to scream
Do you even care
Don’t you see your child slowly fading
I want to scream 
That no I’m not strong enough
And yes I do need you
I want to scream
I thought you there
But you seemed to disappear
I want to scream
I am sorry for turning away
I am sorry for failing you
I want to scream
I want it all back
And so much more
I want to scream
Why didn’t you pick me up
When I fell face first
I want to scream 
What did I do wrong
Was my love not good enough
I want to scream
I am fine
I’ve done it this far without you
I want to scream
I can no longer do it on my own
I need you desperately
I want to scream
I have bitterness because of you
Bitterness towards you
I want to scream
Where were you when I was hurting
Where were you when the tears poured
I want to scream
Where were you when I wanted to end it all
Where were you in my darkest days
I want to scream
Deliver me and take me
Take me in your arms
I want to scream
Take my life in your hands
Let your will be done
I want to scream
How do I let it all go
I feel so betrayed
I want to scream
I need divine intervention
I need you to carry me
I want to scream
I can no longer walk
I am weak and weary
I want to scream
No matter what I can do this
I don’t need you or anyone
I want to scream
Help me fight this battle
Fight this war inside
I want to scream
Help me to overcome
Give me what I lack
I want to scream
Why do I even want to try 
Why do I want to risk it again
I want to scream
Save me God
Save me God
Because you are losing your child
Because she is fading fast
Because she is looking in all the wrong places
Because she refuses to look up
Because she is losing that smile you gave her
Because she wants to be the woman you made her to be
Because she wants to be the mother you made her to be
Because she is tired of the tears
Because she’s reaching the breaking point
I want to scream
SAVE YOUR DEAR CHILD
But I can’t find the courage…
But I can’t find the faith…
But I can’t find the voice…


Details | Free verse | |

Sanguinary Lord

A severe façade of loving tolerance Dipped in an argentine semblance The Consuls of The Cross Weaving a sweven of Welkin Where the checkered ones Are never allowed Their souls cast into the flames Of a greater decay The never ending pit Of eternal torment You turn the other cheek The one that wields the clandestine dagger The dreams of being free grow lighter and light The truth is shrouded by sister-Night Clinging onto existence Never eluding the resistance I will never adhere To your Sanguinary Lord Bestowing The Crusader’s reign Against the sand and the desert’s wane Barraging him over the frame In desperation to appease Screaming and shouting I will wash away your sins Decadence of the ones to throw the stones The ones to enforce the book Has left your lies dry and ready to die No more tears are left to cry No more screams are left to scream No More blood to be split No more graves to be dug


Details | Limerick | |

Her past formed her life

As a girl she always wanted to be loved
But no one ever showed her what it meant to be loved
She tried to be joyful and make others happy
But nothing ever changed her life was still crappy
One day she met someone that started admiring her
He started to show what love meant to her 
It was pleasant at first fun and gifts
Then something happened she felt like jumping off a cliff
He started doing things that didn't seem right
Every time she tried to stop she lost the fight
She thought she caused it she really didn't know
She didn't get why this man would act so low
She felt very guilty hid it in her heart deep
She forgot how to sleep all she did was weep
As her sadness grew the man finally started to see
He decided to leave and she was finally free
She started living her way started to forget the pain
But as she moved forward it was in her heart as stain
While she grew older she started going the wrong ways
Men did whatever in bed while she just lays
They came and went but never wanted her as a wife
Drugs boos and men became the definition of her life
Depressed she knew her life was going down the drain
Behind the doors she cried hard like rain
She envied the happy girls never would she have that luck
This was her life always she would be stuck
Her life turned upside down things started to go well
She met her first love she was finally out of hell
He was there all along she just didn't know
He finally revealed himself when he started to glow
I think you may know him
But may not have seen him
His name is.... God


Details | Tanka | |

Witchhunt

She is burning now.
The so-called witch, innocent.
They thought, they were right.
Who´s to blame, when she is gone?
She raised her head to heaven.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Hurt That I Often Feel

Yesterday, I thought I seen the back of your head,
I felt my mind shook as I started to dread,
That you were there,
But then I realized,
It wasn't you.
As I left the airport,
I got into a truck, that was just like yours,
Then all my emotional sores started hurting again.

And later on, after seeing,
That the friend I wanted to have all to myself in high school,
Already had someone to be best friends with,
I held back my tears,
And fear that maybe I'll never recover
From these emotional issues that seem to go on forever.

And I feel like I can't keep myself together...
Especially when I see two siblings who love one another,
Wishing my siblings were close to my age,
Then I wouldn't have ever felt like I was in a lonely cage,
Envying those who get to have a younger sibling jump into their arms,
Whenever I see them at school...

She always felt like a little sister for me,
I want to protect her,
But nowadays, I don't like the way she is some times,
And I feel confused, and lonelier when I see that she
Likes her other friends more than me.
Yet again, more envy, 
And I feel guilty realizing it's wrong for me to be jealous
In friendship...

I'll make sure our friendship never ends,
But I know that my loneliness will never disappear,
And I will never be able to reappear,
In school with her again, it hurts,
Especially when I don't have someone to share the suffering
Of high school work and gym.
I still feel hurt and sad, everything in elementary,
That made me glad will be pushed away,

And I'll probably feel alone everyday...
Just like the old days, when I cried at night...
And my alarm clock was my nightlight...
Now I need Him, to keep me safe,
And be my light,
Because the hurt that I often feel
Is an inner fight for life!


Details | Lyric | |

Hey Bartender

Written 2010


Flashing lights and sounds roll by
Hear the sound of muffled sighs
Sullen words cannot express
Just confess, and lift it off your chest
Told the priest would hear your cries
If you don't feed him blatent lies

Oh he's your only friend 
But he don't want to hear your sins
He's off doing his own thing
But it's far from priestly things
Oh he wont look in your direction
Let alone show you affection
Even when he hears your plea,
"Hey bartender please!"
Gone are all your hopes and dreams
All you ever sought to be
Heard from all across the room
Are many empty pleas,
"Oh won't you pity me?"

You can close your eyes and count to 10
Again and again
But he wont come back to help his fellow men
He was your only friend, but he left you all alone
To wallow in your sin
He failed to listen to your prayer
Now your lost in dark dispair

You can hide behind your cries
But he'll see into your eyes
Until the time you leave his bar
And wobble to your car


Details | Sonnet | |

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 | Rhyme | |

I'll find my own truths

I’ll find my own truths

This little question comes to me
I’ve heard it said before
That everyone, they must believe
Though why, I am not sure
For me, I just cannot believe
It’s childish to me
All that talk about Heaven and Hell
From this my mind is free.

Jesus, Buddha and all the rest
I’ve read the books on them
And everything I’ve read by them
Does sparkle like a gem
But they are their truths, they’re not mine
I’ll find my truths myself
For if I don’t use self-reliance
Their truths they have no wealth.

They tell me that I’ll go to Hell
If these words I don’t believe
I will not waste my time on this
They’ll not cause me to grieve
I’ll take my chances on the wealth
That lies so deep within
And find what truth I can in there
Behind my empty din.

3 January 2013 @ 1523hrs.


Details | Ballad | |

A Question of Honor

Dedicated to Noor Al-Maleki You Try, You Try so hard To put Your will Over Me But I will Remain Free I am So Dirty and So Very Unclean So Please Condemn me Sentence Me The Crescent Is A Lie The One I shall Try To Defy Is it Just To Dispose What Has Dishonored You and Your Radical Views You Have set me Free, Can't You See I Won't have to face a Tyrant anymore Your gaze used to Stun But Now It Just Burns Under the Sun Never Enough to Be Myself Never Enough to Be Free I will not Bow to You I will not Kneel Before You Smothering Liberty Condoning Freedom This way is unjust This way only brings out our worse Hatred and Mistrust War and malice no know law You Try, You Try so hard to put Your will Over Me But I will Remain Free I am So Dirty and So Very Unclean So Please Condemn me Sentence Me The Crescent Is A Lie The One I shall Try To Defy Is Just To Dispose What Has Dishonored You and Your Radical Views I am The Flame you Greatly Hate I am The Flame you greatly fear Some cannot handle the truth It shows they are the Criminals You are one of them You're the problem This misdeed will not live on without the hate of your name Honor Is not real It's just an emotion that only you feel You're another bulwark Against the truth No one Will Bow No one Will Kneel You Try, You Try so hard to put Your will Over Me But I will Remain Free I am So Dirty and So Very Unclean So Please Condemn me Sentence Me The Crescent Is A Lie The One I shall Try To Defy Is it Just To Dispose What Has Dishonored You and Your Radical Views You Fear The Truth You Fear the reality you are the criminal against all humanity We must end these lies Before Honor Will Strike again You Try, You Try so hard to put Your will Over Me But I will Remain Free I am So Dirty and So Very Unclean So Please Condemn me Sentence Me The Crescent Is A Lie The One I shall Try To Defy Is it Just To Dispose What Has Dishonored You and Your Radical Views


Details | Rhyme | |

Unfair

A pet to me isn't an animal.
 He or she is family, one that we love.
When they are taken away too soon, 
 You know that they're in Heaven above.

Not one, but two kitten died this week,
 Its unfair, we loved them, and my heart is broke.
We have a funeral for Lois, and two days later, 
 We bury Jasper, it's enough to make me choke.

I choke on the words of my prayer, 
 And I almost can't finish as I began to sob.
They had cheated death once, and to have two
 die in two days, makes my heart and soul throb.

I miss their furry faces and their playful ways.
 I cry and cry until my eyes are dry and raw.
When they were born and actually lived, 
 since I helped revived them I was in awe.

Well when one door closes, another opens.
 A different Mommy abandoned her babies.
Our cat was so sad and moping around, 
 We thought to ourselves well maybe, just maybe.

Three kittens without a mommy to love, 
 A mommy that needed to fill her void.
We introduced them to her, and to our surprise, 
 She took to them IMMEDIATELY and was overjoyed. 

Not that Edward Jacob (E.J.), Malik, and Nova
 can take the place of the kittens taken from her.
She now has new babies, she loved from the start.
 And today was the first time in days, I heard that motherly purr.


Details | Sonnet | |

I Love You, Death

           I LOVE YOU, DEATH
I love you death, and welcome all you're not;
no love, no hate, no failing and no gain,
no fighting for the things we haven't got
nor wondering about our latest pain.

Your mercy is a thing I surely bless
anticipating you, my only friend,
who brings conclusion to all wretchedness
the only one who knows us in the end.

So come you now as I help you along
you know you've tried to get me in the past
but now I know your timing is not wrong
and so I live and breath for you at last.

Your nothingness is what I hunger for
and in your end, I pray there's nothing more.
© ron wilson


Details | Sonnet | |

CONDEMNED DISCIPLES

We strive to live as though we’re in heaven –
a state of continuous joy and bliss –
complaining about news at eleven
that tells us about things that are amiss.
We don’t concern ourselves with others’ plights,
except through seasonal contribution.
We don’t want to be troubled by their fights;
we’ll wring our hands only in ablution.
And even the causes that we support
We back by giving our voice to a blog
or following, like a favorite sport,
convictions of our chosen demagogue.
Nothing on Earth can change the opinions
we hold onto like contented minions.


Details | Rhyme | |

surround

Brown black centipedes crawl from within the white washed walls  
Their shadows, creeping and quick, are cast througout the halls  
Echoing thoughts bring a crashing sound to my ears, clattering  
Music buried deep evokes what my mind hears, shattering  
 
Rumpled white sky drifts like a melting glacier, carved flat  
Or floats like a whiffle ball hit by this Summer game's yellow bat  
Like this golden silver streak that now threads the monet-like sky  
Emerging fire I behold with my stupored, half-shut eyes 

The breeze tickles my doughy molded face with the stinging red roses  
After a day journeying inward, my shelled body reposes  
Encased like a cracked but unbroken nut, fading after the sun has ripened  
And this hummus colored sun, now amber rose as it sinks, spreads the horizon  

And the surrounding land, its bumpy rough edges and valleys, is slowly widening


Details | Lyric | |

Esther Arbuthnott 1847 Her Ancient Photograph

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

It's Not Your Fault

The thing about life
is that
it can end in an instant

When the rope of the
harsh words
wraps tightly around your 

Neck squeezing tighter
and tighter
you just want to jump

To end it all to end all
the pain
and the hatred and words

It is not only the words
that push
you over the edge

It is too the fists and
the feet 
that slam into you

Over and over
without
a break with out letting up 

Making you break down and slide down
the wall
and cry and cry and cry

One phone call can 
save a
live, stopping that jump

Stopping the self hate
and
spreading the love

The love i have for 
you will 
never fade or die and i hope

will make you better
to sleep
and to be able to be 

Happy again to 
be happy
forever and always with me

just remember and know
that it's
NOT YOUR FAULT


Details | I do not know? | |

Dancing Tides

Hope hangs by a string, but it never dies completely.
All your regrets are packed in the corner, all nice and neatly.
Hiding away so that the world can't make a fool of you.
Trying so hard not to do all that you're dying inside to do!
It's like a wave washing up onto the beach, it's never ending.
You hear the crash upon the shore as fake as when you are pretending.
The light from above as you struggle below for air,
is like a glimmer of trust in a game of truth and dare!
And like the tide we retreat and then come crashing down again
We are the dancing tides. We seek but never reach the end.
Gathering our minds, trying to figure it all out.
Hope, my old friend, looks like a twinkle of doubt.
But then the break forms a crack that leads the way
back to the dancing tides we love and like a wave we sway!


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Not Knowing

I don’t know what to do...
I don’t know what to do.
I’ve done all I can do,
and I still cannot get over you.

I have reached out for you
and fallen....
I have been crying for your help---
and you’re not there to listen.

“Letting go” is not a fear 
of losing what I never had...
and the thought of you has 
only ever made me sad.

There’s no completion in this life
without you...
But there won't be peace in my life
even with you 
And I just don’t know what else to say
but that I don’t know what to do.

If I fell in love again
I doubt I could escape you.
Whether I mean to or not
I can't stop praying for you...
And other that that,
I simply don’t know what to do---
The bigger you wish,
the harder they come crashing down on you.

It’s the “know knowing” that gets me...
Fear of forfeiting my only chance
to be truly happy

We can’t always get what we want....
but if we don’t get what we NEED---
we die.

And it’s not knowing 
that is killing me;
Not knowing
if you’ll never set me free.


sorrylittlesharky.com


Details | Couplet | |

False Prophets and True Hope

When searching you must take care
The answer is always out there

Even if it’s not what you are
It's ok it’ll only leave a scar

The truth hurts when it can’t justify
Everything you’ve done and you’re forced to ask why

Take comfort in the thought 
That you probably won’t be caught

God is watching everyone
You can’t be judged because you’ve already won

Religion is your veil
Subject the naïve and you’ll never fail

What would Jesus do,
If he were you?

Would he still be a martyr then?
Or would he be a footnote amongst the hearts of men?

It is our ambitions,
That can solve our ambitious contradictions

The problems we face
Are ours to erase

God only measures as high
As your will to survive


Details | Free verse | |

if emotion had color

if what we do
if what we did
if our emotions 
had colors
that we could see
what color would we be
dark red with passion
bright red with love
black with anger
or a mixture of colors.
what color is your heart
is it perfect
for your body
or is it imperfect
for your soul.
if emotion
was colored
who would 
you be?


Details | Ballad | |

Josette, Drive the Faerie out of me

She's Lost--I'm the one left to blame Forsaken by my potent manipulating game I've killed the one, My starcrossed heart Desires ...But not By My hands I Try To Follow her ghost But the fog and mist are too strong My eyes are rendered useless "You're Never going to Find Josette" The netherworld Spirits sang I Won't lose Heart I Will Win this Fight For My Sacred Josette's Right to Life This is what happens when The Devil's Adovocate Falls for Jesus's Greatest Bride This is what happens When The life of the disease Loves the cure it desperately hates Drives you mad But Wasn't I already? Josette, I'm begging you To Drive the Faerie out of Me


Details | Free verse | |

prayer of a penitent

Lord--
turn not away Thy face

Thou desirest not the death of a sinner

Thou desirest for men to come unto Thee
so that Thou mayest gather them
the way a hen gathers her flock

i have not been true to Thee
i have not harkened to Thy voice




                                 11/3/07


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

YOU SAID IT WAS FOR MY PROTECTION

Our very first goodbye
How hard I tried not to cry
That day I saw a tear glisten in your eye
You said it was for my protection
But I lost your love, your affection

Left with an open wound inside
It was based on one big lie
I remember dancing on your feet
I wish I could hug you, hear your heartbeat

Our first goodbye, was also our last
How I treasure the memories of the past
Nine years and still in war
No peace, no gain, just blood and pain
So I ask you;
What did my daddy die for? 


Details | Free verse | |

My Shadow



Blackness, a dark version of me, badness, negativity.

No matter how fast i run or were i run too your right behind me.

Even the brightest sun doesn’t destroy you, you only exist because of me.

All i know is when i face the darkness you disappear, but to only return when the sun rises.



Details | I do not know? | |

Port of Call

Port of Call


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

with the breath of the ocean a caressing balm,
soothing pained memories away,
to the swaying of a solitary palm.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

feeling the brushing away of all past turmoil,
on a quest for solace, ever so hard to find,
yet comforted by the crashing of the waves,
as the tide cleanses all pain,
and leaves despair far, far behind.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

drenched in a sea-breeze of mist,
that hushes the ache of bygone moons,
tasting the salty tang on my lips,
as the burnished sun,
over the distant horizon,
swoons,

and dips.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

searching, ever searching,
for a slice of solitude,
as memory bids a final adieu,
reaching under the sea so vast,
and seeking comfort in the depths,
while embracing,
the tomorrows to come,
wishing that they be true.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

seeing my truths drown,
as they slip beneath the turquoise waters,

feeling my heart ablaze,
with a passion that rarely falters.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

yet knowing that I am home at long last,
wishing the waves would wash away,
the defences that once stood,
like an impregnable wall.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

I have found, at long last,

my final port of call.


Details | Rhyme | |

Abide in the Light

You abide in the light
I’ll miss you…when you venture off at night 
Don’t forget me…
Don’t discard me…
Don’t leave me…   

Forgive me for drifting away from you… 

Please forgive me…
Please don’t ignore me…
Hear my pleas…don’t turn the other direction…
Run with me…into heaven’s light

I’ve given you my soul…
I’ve shared with you my melody
I’ve fed you until you were full…
I’ve healed you when you were under the weather…
I’ve tried to bring us back together

You hang on the rope of hope
I’ll rely on you…I’ll cling to you… 
You saved me from subsiding into the obscure abyss

Don’t reject me…
Don’t depart from me…
Don’t release me…

Respect me for who I’ve become
Please respect me…
Honor my presence 
Protect me from any sort of harm  
Is it in your nature to relieve my anguish? 

I’ve been driven away by my affliction 
I’ve set you free from Egypt…and lead you to the Promise Land 
Have you forgotten my affection? 
I’ve tried to empathize what you’re going through – I’ve gave you a helping hand
Don’t you understand? Will you ever understand? 

You abide in the light 
I’ll miss you…when you depart from my heart
Don’t forget me…
Don’t discard me…
Don’t mourn for me… 

Forgive me for wishing for your absence…
Please forgive me…
Please don’t give up on me…
Hear my side of the story… don’t turn the other direction…

I’m still training for perfection    

Run with me…until we arrive at home 
Hold my hand and we’ll take divine flight 
I’ve cherished you for so long
I’ve lead you to my home town – 
Do you remember where you and I belong?

I’ve given you my trust…
I’ve shared with you my dreams
You’re an apple to my eye

You were my angel of grace, promising concord –
Bestowing blessings upon me 
Your vitality never wears off…

You were my lamp – 
Glowing with serenity and elation
Tranquilizing my mind from despair and unease

I’ll never regret…meeting you that magnificent night 
I knew that that was love at first sight
The moment you stepped foot into the light 


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Capital Carnage

Remember, Remember, the 7th of July,
When seven explosions decided who’d die .
As underground stations were bombed into hell,
To fulfil the sick plans of a terrorist cell.

Remember the slaughter, destruction and pain,
And the people who'll not see their families again.
Remember the ones who are injured for life,
Who’ll carry their scars through a lifetime of strife.

Remember that people can be so pervert,
As to follow a cause and care not who they hurt.
Is this what's become of the whole human race?
The way some behave is a tragic disgrace.

We'll stand up for Country, for God, and for Queen,
And glorify all that is bloody obscene.
We don't give a damn for the carnage we cause,
As long as we think that we've backed the right horse.

Remember, remember, when London was bombed,
By terrorist bastards who sung their own song.
But it's not only them who are in evil's spell,
It's half of mankind who reside there as well.

Ivor G Davies

(This poem was written on the day during the aftermath of this carnage)


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The Four Horsemen

The Four Horses went riding

as I trotted 'round in shame

Two worlds were colliding

and I felt the flame

 

 

So here I am in hiding

for I am to blame

Now, Four Horses are dividing

and calling out my name


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Little Black Birds

I stare at the half moon in the middle of the day
As Little Black Birds chase half my problems away
Hard to ignore, this beautiful breeze in my face
Like sweet memories that a mind can't erase
Little Black Birds fly to where the wind blows
As I dig deeper into the sand with my sandy toes
This man with his acoustic guitar sings to noone at all
This lady with her shells as the rain starts to fall
Shadows chase me wherever I run
As Little Black Birds fly away in search of the sun
Just like me as I search for my soul
Just like a Half Moon who longs to be whole


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About

I write about that girl
Who’s always over looked.
The one who never fits
Into one single place.

I write about being used
But never once wanted.
About trying so hard
It all just breaks away.

I write about being forced to help
Or forced to watch your mother wither away.
About the inner conflict of loving
And wanting to punch in the face.

I write about wanting so much it hurts
But never uttering a word.
About shy hope
that’s just enough to have faith.

I write about all things
The barely get you through the day.
About forgiveness
The makes everything okay. 


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In A State of Amnesia Falling Into Fantasia

Your love, like amnesia it made me forget all the dark forces against me they tortured me relentless then you put me into amnesia from the problems, hope came in the foresight of your prowess and the light emanating from your face what seems calm on the surface is often roaring within screaming, hair crazy like I'm the demon's descendant only strong feelings can push out the weak and those skeletons surface, hurt us and repeat so no ones around and I learn to hate me and no Love to be found because it gave me a profound amnesia. waking prematurely every other time I sleep seeking sanctuary why cant I be at peace? fill up a void come into my world exposed to be touched pay no mind I'm at home when the pain seems too much shut it off like a light now i'm all into peace a presence around me a love like amnesia I'm falling into fantasia calm as can be worries drift away forget how hurt I am for one meaningful day no I'm not the devil but I know who he is he once came to visit and make my soul his as a dark ball inside me consumes me at times i keep inching forward toward the many facets of mind knowing not showing much at all down in the sunrise revived by the fall a natural course of a star entering destruction like lotus flowers in bloom under a fog covered moon in the cold autumn wind healing old scars within practice the old magik into a new growing skill will it be enough the day which stands still worth fighting for.


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Prosthetic Positivities

Self-perfidy ignites the story again
Contemptuously, I run to my patience's edge;
Strain it further, till I make the inner-burst.
Then, retreat callously, pricked by mundane-me.


Stuffing disgust, within air already replete with loathe
Growing old meaninglessly was never been so apparent.
Earthly cravings enshroud 'tomorrow-shines' Dreams  
Habituated to condone the swerving: - hope-spikes almost dead.


I concoct excuses faster than getting tagged for manhandling promises
But sometimes, envying weeds, I realize how wasted I am.
Time seems insensitive to my pathetic pace, But I 
Still cling to long-back-brewed self-expectations.


With just few hope shreds, I keep the faith candle lighted
These loaned hopes are too expensive to afford now.


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Where's The Blame Contest Entry

Forgive me, please hear my call and answer, 
Tell me that you'll forgive me, for all the wrong I've done. 
I've punished myself everyday though it never seems enough, 
Scars across my flesh, haunting memories in my eyes. 
I wish I could hold you, gently, warmly, tightly, 
Pour into you my deepest grief, my sorrows, and never let you go. 
Im left a crumbled being on my knees, wishing you could hear my cries, 
Listen to my appologies and accept that I would be the one to rather die. 
Can't you feel it, my heart is breaking, shattered by what I've done, 
I'm sick and my body aching, knots in my stomach and Im hyperventalating. 
Please come and answer me, find a way to hear my words, so loudly screamed, 
You loved me once more than I deserved, love me enough now to absolve my hurt. 
Please forgive me Darling, I didn't mean to beg, 
There is nothing left of me but a shadow on the edge of the bed.


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Gratitude

Time drags on in this chair, 
 As I wait for the brilliant one.
Each time the door swings out, 
 I look for him to say he's done.

Minutes turn into hours, 
 and all I can do is stare at the clock.
Finally, after what seems like forever, 
 Here comes my son's Doc.

As if in slow motion, I stand.
 Anxiously, I await him to say, 
"The surgery went well, but 
 of course in the hospital, he'll have to stay."

"When can I see him?"
 is what I quietly ask.
"Within the hour," he replies
 "But be warned, it'll be no easy task."

As I walk in the recovery room, 
 He lay so still on his hospital bed.
If I didn't know better, 
 I'd have thought he might be dead.

His recovery takes, oh so long and
 the first time my Angel opened his eyes, 
I realized that prayers are answered,
 And God had heard all my cries.

My gratitude for God and Dr Carson swelled, 
 when my son took an non ventilator aided breath.
We had won the fight for my son's life, 
 and we actually cheated DEATH.

We had to repeat this trying
 scene for a total times of three.
It kept me bitter and stressed. 
 Why couldn't He leave my Angel be?

I see now, what's done is meant to happen.
 And I have learned my lesson in GRATITUDE.
To not be trusting that HE knows best, 
 was not only wrong, it was just plain rude.

I'm understanding now, 
 more than you'll ever know.
And when I see my son alive and breathing, 
 my heart and soul radiates for God, a special glow.




*This is a true story, my son went through 3 heart surgeries before 5 months old and this
is dedicated to God, Dr. Carson, Dr. Dooley, and Dr. Willis Williams*


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God's Still Looking Out For You

    GOD'S STILL LOOKING OUTFOR YOU
He still holds the key to your living day to day,
He still feels the pain of your sorrow.
He still has the love we all need along the way,
and He knows we've got to face tomorrow.
He still dresses lilies, and blesses fields with clover,
over in the meadow, where you used to roam,
don't you know He's never forgotton one lily,
in that place you used to call home.

He still helps you struggle with the load you must bear,
He still dresses lilies and clover.
He's still with you even when you think He's not there,
and even when you're thinking it's over.

Everything's alright, God's still looking out for you.
He still dresses lilies, and He's looking out for you.
Everything's alright, God's still there in His Heaven.
God's still looking out for you.
© Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
Yes. a song as well, and the first Demo version with video can be viewed on youtube, search for veebdosa,then selece GOD'S STILL LOOKING OUT FOR YOU.


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if you only knew

when you lose sight of what really counts
its easy to focus on only whats shallow
am i too fat is my nose too big
do i walk or talk weird whats wrong with me
when we forget the depth that is here in this world
and focus on things that are just absurd
so maybe im not a supermodel and my bums a tad on the thick side
and maybe im no a genius thats getting a scholorship on my side
but does that mean im nothing that i dont count
this world is getting sickening count me OUT
im ashamed of myself for even thinking like this
and obsessing to tears over shallow petty shit
i am praying that god hears my pleas for help
because i cant conquer this all by myself
i used to not care didnt care at all
but like any other i rise and fall
i am of the opinion that your body is a shell
and youll leave it behind when you go to heaven or hell
it will rot in the ground and count for nothing
and when i meet my maker he wont care how big my bum is
some women ONLY care about their looks and they dont get it
they dont see the big picture 
and i fear theyll regret it 
and other women dont care even at all 
about their looks because their depth is so massive and raw
but then theres me in the middle with so much depth and spirituality
why do i waste time wondering what are all the things wrong with me
im sick of crying over it ive done it for too long
im sick of getting angry when i cant crawl out of my bod
its a thought that i had reguarding a cacoon
like how catapielers go into them and out comes a butterfly zoom
if i could just crawl out my mouth my soul free for just a moment
and be allowed to have a different shell to live and own it
i wonder what its like to feel just for a second
not arrogance but a sweet compliment from someone who MEANT IT
my desperate pleas go out to you and anyone else who will listen
i hate my body im sick of my face and my voice is just ridiculous
so lets just drop it in the ocean let it sail away
cuz me im going to better places where i dont have to cry all day
where i know that my body is just a little shell a vehicle if you will
its our car or truck or limo or bus to use while we use our free will
and ive always said when you go you don't take your money your lambergini
or your watch expensive jewlery its all staying beind
and you should think about what YOUR world is while im trying desperatley to fix mine


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What Do You See

I found this old poem while helping to clean out a house that was vacant. I hope you 
don't mind that I didn't write it but it was too awesome not to post. Enjoy--------
          

                                   What Do You See

What do you see, nurses? What do you see?	
What are you thinking when your looking at me? 
A crabby old women, not very wise.
Uncertain of habit, with faraway eyes.
Who dribbles her food and makes no reply.
When you say with your loud voice, "I do wish you'd try."
Who seems not to notice the things that you do,
and forever is losing a sock or a shoe.
Who unresisting or not lets you do as you will.
When bathing and feeding, the long day to fill.
Is that what your thinking, is that what you see?
Then open your eyes nurse, your not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am as I sit here so still.
As I drink at your bidding, as I sit at your will.
I'm a small child of 10 with a father and mother.
Brothers and sisters who love one another.
A young girl of 16 with wings on her feet.
Dreaming that soon now a lover she'll meet.
A bride soon at 20. my heart gives a leap.
Remembering the vows I primised to keep.
At 25 now I have young of my own.
Who need me to build a secure happy home.
A women of 30, my young now grow fast.
Bound to each other with ties that should last.
At 40 my young sons near grown will be gone.
But my man stays beside me to see I don't mourn.
At 50 once more babies play round my knee. 
Again we know children, my loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead.
I look to the future and shudder with dread.
For my young ones are busy rearing young of their own.
And I think of the years and the love that I've known.
I'm an old women now and nature is cruel.
It's her jest to make old age look like a fool.
The body it crumbles, grace and vigor depart.
There now is a stone where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass a young girl still dwells.
And now and again my battered heart swells.
I remember the joys, I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and loving life over again.
I think of the years, all the few--gone to fast.
And accept the stark fact that nothing can last.
So open your eyes nurses, open and see.
Not a crabby old women, look closer,  see ME.

This poem was found among the effects of a patient who died at the Oxford
University Geriatric Service in England. Author is unknown.


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Forbidden Lines

I never crossed forbidden lines
To find it all for naught.
I never strove and pressed so hard
And given all I've got.
I look so hard to find in you 
The only thing I see.
You fell so hard, it hurt us all.
But I think you landed on me.

I'll tell you this: I feel so hurt
To find you do not care.
The tears that fall have no one now
To catch them in mid-air.
And maybe I will finally see...
Heaven's sweet soft Melody.
But summer came, you were intent
On disassembling me.

If you don't care about this heart, 
Then crush it all the more.
Then tell me that you won't come back.
Then send me out the door.
Then tell me that the serpent's won.
Then tell me that you quit.
And when we all go up to bat,
Let's see just how you hit.

Let's see exactly how you swing 
When no one's standing there.
Let's see exactly how YOU feel
When we don't seem to care.
Do not ever quit a race
The moment you don't lead.
In wars among the fleshly ones
The moment that you bleed!

He's more content to have you leave
Than abruptly end your life.
It's not too late 'till 'Geddon comes
To spare me all this strife.
My love for you is more than love
It's deeper than the sea.
And my paradisaic hope
Is for you to come back to me.

Bring the lightning!
Bring the rain!
Bring the thunder
And the train!
Hit me all at once
Right here!
Smite me quickly!
I don't care.


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THE DANGER OF ANGER

anger is not always a sin
if it's righteous indignation

Biblically anger is that emotion which often compels
us to change our ways so we won't wind up in hell
anger is acceptable as self-defense of others or moral principles are on the line
but an anger that is self-serving is a sin all of the time
for it tends to leave hurt, it tends to leave pain and it tends to leave devastation
selfish anger leads to misplaced affection and/or displaced aggression
it produces feelings of strong displeasure and/or antagonistic behavior
the rage and resentment which goes against the very teachings of Our Savior
the physical effects of selfish anger carry the spirit of unforgivingness
but righteous indignation is the thing that we all need to stress

to be displeased with the way that others are being treated
to be upset over oppression, suppression and the way people are being defeated
we need to handle our anger in way that God can take control
and understand with a change of heart we now have a Biblical goal
to be honest in our communication in the way that we talk
to stay calm in the midst of the storm is the way to walk the walk
to attack the problem and not the person who is in the midst of the trouble
to attack the sin and not the sinner who is in the midst of the struggle
and above all in the spirit of kindness and love we need to act
and never allow the enemy to cause you to over-react

the Bible states "be not hasty in holding resentment in"
you need to let go and let God show you the way to win
don't let the danger of anger ever put you on a defensive attack
recognize God in all things and you'll stay on the right spiritual track
for the enemy will try to use and abuse you and have you disconnected
from the power supply that is Our God which has you spiritually corrected
as anger seems to always rests in the bosom of fools
so never let the enemy attempt to take you to school
so don't respond, don't resent and above all never over-react
stay calm, stay focused on the sin and never let the danger of anger distract


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slumber

Walking down the dock on a sunny sunny day,
The ground begins to tremble,
The boards begin to shake.
Side to side the waters start to sway.
The houses started crumbling-
I'll go the other way.
Confused in dismay,
What brought on this day.
Then to hear steps running,
right down my lane.
Fear upload,I gotta go,
I'm running to the boat.
The boat takes off, relief sets in,
Then I think again.
I look around, my heart then pounds.
The demons chasing me,
were no longer on the ground.
I hit the deck & hold my breath,
But do not fear of death.
They see my face, its time to go.
I'll cut threw the evening show.
Somethings wrong,I do not know,
We start to over flow.
I grab a raft & say good=bye
I'm off this f*****g boat.
Arrive ashore,can't take no more.
Be sure to leave no trace.
Their right on my tail,they followed me there.
This game no longer a race.
Cut threw the yard,
Slow down my pace,
Look for some where safe.
Then to notice, I am all alone, nobody's here in this place.
The yellow house,the smell of paste,
I'll never forget this place.
The spooky sense I feel from here.
I hear them @ the gates.
I run out back, into the street,
then what I come to see.
A mansion on top a hill, as far as I can see.
I take off quick,& don't look back.
For this shyt, I ain't beat.
I reach the gates & continue to wait.
Hoping salvation for me.
--I turned to look and see,my demons in my dreams,are still chasing me,I cannot feel 
my feet.
I get so scared I close my eyes & open again to see.
I'm home in my bed,safe as any could be.
That was a crazy f***in dream.


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Poseur

A river you're bound to be 
found in
The rope you're bound to be 
hanged in
The noose beckons you swinging
A blabe of malice slits your 
throat.

Store-bought attitude and spit
You're a just sugar-coated piece 
of sh.it
You're so unreal it's evident
A goddamn insult to the rest of 
us.

You seek to be a rebel
But you just have greed
The pit of your being
Long lost and forgotten

You can tell the same lie a 
thousand more times
But it won't get anymore true
So close your eyes once more 
and once believe
That they all still believe in you


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Where Is Christ In Christmas


I heard the bells on Christmas day
But there were no choirs singing
Alas the music that I heard
Were the sounds of registers ringing
The Wise men came to honor the babe
Whose birth had been foretold
But now we line up at four A.M.
To snatch TV’s before they’re sold!

When I was young there was a creche`
In the middle of the square
Now it is forbidden
Only Santa now is there
We can’t say “Merry Christmas”
It’s not politically correct
Only “Happy Holidays”
This I can’t accept!

How lonely Christ must feel
To be forgotten in this way
The Mall is not a chapel
Where we should kneel and pray
Remember, Jesus is the reason
We should celebrate this day
O come all ye faithful
On this holy Christmas morn
Let our voices ring out loud and clear
Alleluia, Alleluia, Jesus Christ is born

Copyright 2009 Beatrice Boyle (For Destroyers contest  Best Holiday Poem)
(All rights reserved)


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Right-Side Up Crosses

Jesus? where are you?
I can't seem to find you anywhere
I have searched into Jordan, yet you weren't there,
I gathered at holy ground, but your presence was nowhere to be found,
I don't know exactly what I haven't done to find you around , but
I've been lost after your father created me, and seemed to vanish,
I scoured the bible for your doings, sometimes I feel like I'm not your favorite,
But that is suitable, since I am nobodys either
Jesus? Please don't be mad, I'm not blaspheming, I just confided in you,
Rarily what I do with other people, 
Everyday is a struggle, to just keep living,
My smiles and grins are false, and anger is causing my body to break down,
Everynight, I dream of never waking up again,
Jesus? am I naive to believe that you ever left,
Were you here all along? If so I just refuse to understand,
Why a relic like you, would even consider, taking time out of your day for me


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Frisky Dandy Lion

Let the air fill your vocal sounds
Be enlightened by a gospel, energized choir
You are the main event
Brazening with glamorous features 
How lucky could you be? 

I seek not to hunt you down...heartless of your beauty 
Your hoarse growling is replaced by a heartening melody
Appeasing to your malcontent hunger

Though your bones are fit enough to fight...
There's a possibility you could be a bending stem

I don't mean to hunt down your gracefulness and your brazening pride 

Don't turn against me...refrain from being inappropriate in your tensing growl 
Thrilled by denied consequences 

I seek not to hunt you down...heartless of your beauty 
Your hoarse growling is replaced by a heartening melody
Appeasing to your malcontent hunger

Pluck the dandelions and weeds in the Garden of Eden
So you can seek growth and maturity
Meandering around, trying to find the faceless truth
I could sense your controlled hunger

Snatching me in alarm
Meaning no harm...you are a cooperative, cheerful charm
Don't give away this edification...
Except it and don't lose it at all
Burn down 
The resistible temptations
Slightly crawling their way 
Out of drilling fears

I don't mean to hunt down your gracefulness and your brazening pride 

I don't want to be sprawled in your clashing, fist-shaped paws
Snatching me with a hook and I'm the victim who is lifeless-- the fish

Could you recall your dandelion, carrion life dragging you to deeper trouble 
Don't hide yourself in desperation, you dandy, enlightening lion
Strengthening your courteous and courageous thrills
Filled with pride and contentment 

Don't lack humbleness, I see your avarice, heartless auras 
Be the thriving, main event 
Create a courageous scene just for curiosity

Keep yourself stable 
Reflect your will on a clear, glass table
Meander your troublesome ways
Be a cooperative soul to your endeavors
Full of heartening compliments

Bring this ticket to heaven's heights 
Uplifting to your scorching, motionless fate
Running off like a withering dandelion without pedals
Still staying cooperative with the rhythm of the wind 
You are still considered 
My dandy lion sent from heaven's heights

Pluck the dandelions and weeds in the Garden of Eden
So you can seek growth and maturity

I seek not to hunt you down...heartless of your beauty 
Your hoarse growling is replaced by a heartening melody
Appeasing to your malcontent hunger

I hope you could reach your paws to heaven's heights
Where safety is freely given
To a hungry, pleasurable kitten


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They Say, Who Knows?

They say, "It's always calm before the storm."
Can this “weather” be predicted?
Who knows what's after the storm?
When will it end?
Will we live through it?

They say, “It was fate.”
Who knows what's next?
My future is unpredictable, 
No psychic can tell me otherwise.
My life is what I make of it.

They say, "If you're good, you'll go to heaven." 
What of purgatory or hell?
What kind of choices are those?
Do we even have a choice?
Who knows my after life? 

They say, "Things happen for a reason."
What reasons can they give me?
Who can give me reasons for all of the choices I’ve made?
What of the consequences behind them?
Are those reasons justified?

They say, "The eyes are windows to the soul." 
Who knows if all creatures have souls? 
Do we see with our hearts or eyes?
Can the truth be seen through one’s eyes?
Mine are wide open.

They say what they think; only opinions.  
Who knows the facts?
Who knows the answers to my questions?
Why was I brought into this world?
Who am I, and what will I make of myself?

They say this… they say that.
Who are they? 
Who knows the truth?
I don't, who does?
God.


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BROKEN AND BLESSED

each of us in broken in some form or fashion
be it external or internal we all have our share and ration
the brokeness that characterizes the particulars in our lives
the brokeness that comes in the guise of daily struggle and strife

twenty-nine families became broken on that fatal day 
in that West Virginia mine
the sense of safety of New York City was broken when they found a bomb
in that Square called Times
out-sourcing and down-sizing have broken our economy which is now in disarray
the brokeness of Immigration Reform needs to be fixed right away
oil spills, tornadoes and flash floods have broken some communities and lives
but the brokeness of our souls in the Garden of Eden was healed by Jesus' sacrifice

"Take this bread" Jesus said with thanks as He passed it around
"Eat this bread", it's a symbol of My body so that My spirit of peace in you will be found
"Drink this wine" He said with thanks "It's a symbol of My blood"
"Drink this wine in rememberence" that it's you I'll always love

we've been bruised and abused, we've been mentally and physically harmed
but by the stripes on Jesus we've healed and have made it through life's storms
He was pierced for our transgressions and crushed for our iniquities
His sacrifice, His crucifixion so new mercies we would all come to see
God's grace will always be sufficient to cover every aspect of our lives
God's mercy will always be sufficient as it was for His Son Jesus the Christ

we are broken and blessed now ready to give God all the glory
we are broken and blessed and that will always be our story


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lost, found, and liberated

i use to lie awake at night 
and ponder of this pointless life 
up for hours and not make a sound 
i once was lost but now i am found
my sea of confusion, like moses did part
the instant i let jesus inside of my heart...
but than i let out a gigantic huge fart 
and realized it was just indigestion 
than like a sensible person, i began to question 
and out of those questions, came rational thought 
and all of the things in school i was taught 
like critical thinking and following facts 
so i came to the conclusion: religions a quack 
now i live happily, in awe of earth's mysterious beauty 
and if you don't like it, you can kiss my patooty


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Imagine A World

Imagine a world
Imagine a world with Equality and Respect
Imagine a world with no drugs
Imagine a world with no war
Imagine a world with no enemies
Imagine a world where everything is happy
Imagine a world where school was not a prison
Imagine a world with no struggles like money
Imagine a world with no name calling and put downs
Imagine a world with no disease
Imagine a world with no pointless death
Imagine a world with no environmental despair
Imagine a world with no cyberbullying
Imagine a world with no crime
Imagine a world with no homeless people
Imagine a world with no miscarriage
Imagine a world with no divorces and breakups
Imagine a world with no hypocrisy
Imagine a world with no racism
Imagine a world we can call our own


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TIME FOR RESPITE

        TIME FOR RESPITE
Searching through summer; the time for respite;
hot from mid-morning turns warm through the night,
lazy you're feeling, but love doesn't care
if you're reflecting on what has been there.

Memories fade to the heat of the day,
there comes someone who is wanting to say
"How much I love you," and summer must wait
love does not care if it's if early or late.

These are the good times, the reason we dream.
These are the bad times, the reason we scream.
Searching through summer, the time for respite,
Love comes along and then summer feels right.
                    ©  ron wilson


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THE DEATH OF STEVE JOBS

     THE DEATH OF STEVE JOBS
Your time has come, as taken is your breath,
your friend, your love, your only hope is death.
Breathe deep, the dark is coming on,
breathe deep, you know your life is gone,
now feel the love that's only felt in death.

You stare into its eyes, and think it odd,
the only words to come, are, "Oh my God..."
as facing truth of what's to be,
the gift of sight we never see,
as death echoe's the phrase of "Oh my God..."

There's nothing more, until you see the light,
there's nothing more, until the end of night,
and blinded in the light you see,
the more to come, is more to be,
as love and death bring on the end of night.

You stare into its eyes; is death not odd,
and just a breath away from "Oh, my God?"
the light consumes all you have been,
you'll only miss it, now and then,
as  you embrace sweet death, and "Oh, my God."


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Trapped

A prisoner of darkness
Was all I could be.
Trapped and alone inside
Along a blackened sea
No one to hold me
To keep me alive
Completely abandoned
No reason to survive.

Then there was a light
Small but getting brighter
It drowned out the darkness
And made me a fighter. . .
Before i'd go with everything
And let them chain me down
Now I start to question them
I start to keep my ground.

Why should I let them stab me?
And see my blood run free
There's a reason that I need to live
To let myself be me.
No one holds me down
Without paying a price.
Why should they anger me
Then expect me to be nice?

I now... Have a beating heart
And a gleam in my eyes
Someone to kiss and hug me
And keep my soul alive.


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I Cleaned Your Room Today

I cleaned your room today,
while the scent of you yet lingered
in the impression where you laid your head,
caressing linens my heart hesitates to launder
for want of holding you near.

I long for this morning’s sweetness,
still cherishing that embrace long shared,
remembering how you let me linger
in your own reluctance to pull away
and how I prayed it not be the last.

From your window I watched today,
as the snow became earth’s chalky quilt
somehow angry at its indifference as it
dared to frolic with the very breeze
that now carries you away;
to a people of desperation in a
land whose heart feels only winter’s harshness
never tasting her sweet alabaster blessing.

How I despise the circumstance of this desolate place
yet selfishly hate that it is you she has beckoned.

I pray God’s protection as your coverlet
warm and thick in the unfailing assurance
of a love which will hold you safe at breast
as would the troubled and rambling mother
who cleaned your room today.


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Opression

Present, in this bed I lay, and
tonight, they will order me to pray.
Within these four walls that contain my madness,
only god and repentance will absolve me of my sadness,
for I had once dared leave the solitude of my mind.
How can I pray when my hands you bind?
No longer a free being am I, in this world.
I can no longer shout, so how will I be heard?
Yesterday, my spirit and I were defeated, and
tomorrow I fear this will all be repeated.
Haven't you heard a word that I say?
How will I get better, bound, gagged and unable to pray?
Why in your faces, does my agony bring you gladness?
Am I onto a secret, therefore deemed made of badness?
The only thing you have ever inclined,
is that no free thinking man will be left unrefined.
All will be plucked, one by one from the herd,
and if non-compliant, forever be labeled absurd.
Like sinners, and the insane, they will be treated,
and if not changed, they will be deleted.
Well then, a martyr in this life I will now play, for
your disgrace I will not now, I will not ever obey.

-May god have mercy on your souls.


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Glacier Eyed

Bleeding hearted
Glacier eyed 
Fire eating her insides
Lost scream
Locked in lies
Suffocating
No will to fight
Scarred skin
Porcelain
Hopeless breath
No touch of life
Broken chest
Chains breaking
Hands shaking
Glacier eyed 



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Euphorianah

The sapphire-dust sun of what-were dreams
Swallow the scene, setting In the forsaken east
All I see, all I know fades into the reaper's monotone grey 
Death come near me, by my only choice 
My wintry desperation subdued, clings to they silent voice
The dusk reveals my truest nature before her blank argentine eyes
Life; the darkest of all tragedies, Romances' malady
Let me feel your breath in this frozen air
Your pulse shorter than ever
Despair's void grows inside me
Without, you I will live no longer

Forever with me you will stay
The darkness caressing means as I lay by thy grave 
Hatred no longer exits
Come back to me
Euphorianah

My Angel, why did you fly so far away
My Angel, let just one feather stay
My Angel has flown away

The winterwinds' tears fall on me
With whispers of you, someone I once knew
No matter in a dream or reality
Sweet tranquillity, stay with me
Calming the fears within
But the pain remains

The silvemoon's fears shine on you
Thine eyes search for mine
Oh how they shine, so deathly blue
If sacrifice needs a price
The dagger shows-
Heaven is calling us tonight

Forever with me you will stay
The darkness caressing means as I lay by thy grave 
Hatred no longer exits
Come back to me
Euphorianah

My Angel, why did you fly so far away
My Angel, let just one feather stay
My Angel has flown away

Covered in shadowy illusions 
Shall we dance?
Death will be lie dominion
You are my only queen
Euphorianah

Forever with me you will stay
The darkness caressing means as I lay by thy grave 
Hatred no longer exits
Come back to me
Euphorianah

My Angel, why did you fly so far away
My Angel, let just one feather stay
My Angel has flown away

Just let me die
If I cannot see
Euphorianah 
This night 


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the light in the darkness

I'm tearing down these walls.
walls please crumble down.
i need to have a smile emerge
i'm tired of this frown.
I'm breaking free these chains.
chains please break for me.
they bind me to these promises.
that never came to be.
I'm searching for this rainbow.
Rainbow please show me the way.
I'm caught in a storm of storms
no shelter for me to stay......
I realize these walls are strong,
they've protected me, i thought.
And I've feared i'm too weak to break them down.
but God whispers, "you are not".
I look and see these chains are thick.
They've bound me to a scar.
And I tell myself i'm not worthy to be free.
But God whispers, "yes you are".
This storm is dark, and long, and cold.
 hope fades softly as i scream "ahh-damn!"
And I start to worry i can't see the way.
Then God whispers, "here I AM"
Amber Huether June 5, 2011


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Bipolar - The Revised Lyric

Here is the finished revised Lyric for Bipolar. The song can be heard at my poetry website vbdosa.com and then clicking the Bipolar link.
     BIPOLAR
Sometimes I can feel a magic like I've never known.
I could run a thousand miles. Run a thousand miles.
Sometimes it's more like I'm dying here all alone.
Sometimes I think I'll die alone.

Sometimes I can reach out for you, but you're made of stone.
I could die a thousand times. Die a thousand times.
Sometimes it's more like you're showing me I'm not alone.
Sometimes I think I'm not alone.

Euphoria. Up and down. In and out.
Up and down. Euphoria.

Sometimes I can feel a magic like you've never known.
I could run a thousand miles. Run a thousand miles.
Sometimes it's more like you're showing me I'm not alone.
Sometimes I think I'm not along.

Up and down. In and out.
Up and down. In and out.
Euphoria. Then I'm down. Down. Down.
Euphoria. Then I'm down. Down. Down.
© ron wison


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Unwelcome Emotions

There is nothing more frustrating
Than knowing how you should feel
But yet a flow of the total opposite
Of emotions seem more real…

You know what is required:
Put in your all, rely on Allah…
Do your best toward success…
Then smile and put your mind to rest.

Theoretically, hopefully
Ideally so
Sounds easy, no?
But for some reason your heart starts whispering “uh oh”…

You think, “I know better,
I won’t let this be”–
Still, unwelcome emotions
Creates a new reality…

So instead you get agitated
And stressed out and uptight
As if stuck in a dark cave,
With no light in sight.

You know you should feel assured
Assured, grateful and blessed
But you’ll feel angry at the world
And angrier at yourself for failing the test…

And you know you’re failing it
For the test is to be patient
But since impatience is where you’re at
Obviously your level of progress remains flat…

So you feel guilty for feeling ingrateful
Then deny those feelings all the same
You’d prefer to complain about your situation
Than changing the rules of the game.

How many times will you hear,
“Have faith, this is just a test!
So long as you hold tight to that rope
The outcomes will surely be the best!”

And so, you tried to be patient,
And you tried (and tried and tried) to be strong
But for all your efforts, it’s only when it’s over
You realize that God was there all along.

And shame overwhelms you
For how could you forget?
Your heart knew it somehow
But your actions showed neglect.


You knew there was a Being
Much stronger than you
You knew there was a Being
Much wiser than you.

A Being who drew a map
Of your life before you existed
Who solved all your problems
Before you even resisted.

And now that it’s over
It’s like you see the light
You were in the wrong direction
Yet now the negativity has taken off in flight.

You now smile and laugh in pleasure
Proud in how you handled it so well
Only until you fall into another pit hole
And the negativity is back to dwell.

When will we learn to change our mindsets
To realize each day and hour is simply another test?
And that the easier path is not always the right one?
Convictions shouldn’t change when the easy times are gone.

May God keep us steadfast
In actions and deeds
And in emotions that are healthy
For our hearts to feed…

Because man, let me tell you
And I’m sure you know it, too:

There is nothing more frustrating
Than knowing what you should feel
But yet a flow of the total opposite
Of emotions seem more real.


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RELIGION AGAINST MAN

He hated his brother
Because he practiced another
Men of same wombs
On each other, inflict wounds
The free thinker; their observer
And he saw; eye sores
Men beheaded… burned
Women disemboweled
Bombed
Drug traffickers and the mafia
Show more angels heart
Men obsessed with religion
No place free of them
Hold this illusion
Four virgins and a mansion
For just one man in heaven
So die a martyr
And make it even
In the beginning, was this so?
When men die, do they go?
PLEASE: give me no fairy answer
Except self proven ponder

On the other side
I heard Christ died
Men turned it merchandise
One name, many voices
As the voices, so the vices
Repent. Be baptized
Or die ostracized
Yet in sex, their leaders
Abuse youths and feeders
Adultery in the upper chambers
Sucked the poor dry
So the rich benefits and not die
Name not names
Lest you give them more fame
The free thinker; their observer
And he saw…eye sores
Grieve not alone in chest
It’s same in north; south; east; west

I heard God has his own powers
And he for himself mighty might
So why do for him men fight?
I heard also, the goat can bite
When pushed to the wall
Be that so,
Then there is:
The goat-
The applied force-
And the wall.
Who is the Goat? Man
Who is the force applied?
Circumstances against man
And who is the wall?
Religions against man


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Hard Times

HARD TIMES
by Tina M Lasley

Paralyzed with fear
The debts, they keep on mounting
Sitting all alone
On no one I am counting

Head of the Household
It’s all on my shoulder
The weight of the world
On my back like a boulder

How much can one person take
Handling it all alone
Is there any help in sight
An act of kindness to be shown

An emotional meltdown
I could not contain
The floodgates have opened
Such a heavy rain

So much despair
For just one soul
Wearing me down
Taking its toll

Who do I ask
Where do I turn
So overwhelmed
Serenity I yearn

My mind is racing
I’m so full of worry
Where is the help
Need it to hurry

Where is God
Does he hear my plea
I need His help
A blessing bestowed upon me

Be still my mind
Doubts don’t come round
Inner peace I seek
And will be found


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Labyrinth

Self destruction amidst courage
I wound my ways through breath
finding nothing I hold dear
As if I have everything to fear
I desperately grope the answers
for questions there are none
giving my best for all that is to be done
This vain attempt for identity
controls perpetual pretence
Predictable reputation increases 
that which is the sole defense
Omit me from all memory
Wipe me from reality
I have no desire for retaliation
No need for confrontation
I don't want truth from dishonesty
Because false passion there is intolerably

I just don't wish to be so 
neglected.


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Sacrifice

You have lifted me up from the worlds degradation
filled my soul with your Sons elation
In your Son my spirit found it's life
nothing here can compare to treasures of wife

In love he has healed mind and heart
his compassion has filled our every part
Oh God bowed low fallen do I kneel
that the lowly and unworthy do you seal

As lambs who walk among the wolves
follow the shepherd and seek his truths
and beside still waters does he lead
only those to whom his words do take heed

Into the tabernacle do we flee
for in your Son is our sanctuary 
examples of Truth we give our lives
to partake the Truth must brake from lies

Like the earth with flood waters were inundated
that the influence of demons be dissipated
the Truth of God falls in the latter rain
knowledge that the earth will be cleansed again

Downward you have sent the hearts of men
so that they may see the beast within
in fallen state to see oneself
compared to the character of Gods wealth

In your garden there was perfection
the firstfruits taste of it's selection
hand chosen by you to be as your Son
anointed and with your sealing done

Your Word oh God has become their bread
and their wine of joy where Jesus led
they loved not their lives unto death
for you Oh Lord giver of life and breath

Many are called but few are chosen
as their faith is scorched choked or frozen
only the seed that lands in good soil
will know your Spirit Life's burning oil

Through the temple curtain have they passed
to the alter with sacrifices that ever last
life and body are pledged to you
and your words and works they do

If you do not listen you cannot hear
or tell when the voice of God is near
through the written Word and Sons voice
through them has God given mankind choice

Who has the gifts of heaven known
those to whom Jesus has shown
though made lower than the angels be
are raised much higher in eternity

Oh Shepherd of God direct our course
for life upon your path lays no remorse
those you know their way have sealed
they have laid down their lives for Truth revealed

sources Matt. 10:37-39 16:25-26 John 10:11-16
I Peter 2:25 Ro.12:1-2 Apocalypse 12.11

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller


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THE PONY RIDE

      THE PONY RIDE
I'm going for a pony ride
to gallup through the countryside
and if you'd like to ride with me
I'm sure there's bound to be
a pony just for you.

I'm going to the county fair
and we can ride our ponies there
if you'd come to the fair with me
I'm sure there's bound to be
a pony just for you.

I'm going riding all night long
within my dreams, please come along,
and if you dream this dream with me
I'm sure there's bound to be
a pony just for you.
© ron wilson


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My Countless Wishes -Part 2-

I wish
To demolish my sorrow…
I wish
To forget the despair and gleefully grow…
To forgive and seek the challenges of tomorrow…
My downfalls and my failures…
I wish
To disappear
I wish
I had no fear…
For God’s near…
I wish
I could be a cheetah in the grassland
I wish
To store all of my energy for an evening run…I’d never give up in the process
I wish
My whole spirit could simply sponge in God’s nature and make great progress
And I truly wish
I could stick to my daily plans of building a sturdier relationship with God 
I wish
I had the merriness in my life especially during hardships…

My countless wishes
Brings me down to my weakest point…
My countless wishes
Overthrows me…but it helps me in the long run…

I wish I could forgive 
My daily regrets and breakdowns
I wish I could forget
My despondency – embracing my frowns 

I wish
To live a life without error
Without a care
I wish
To be flawless when I make my everyday decisions
And scare away 
The darkness that tries to make me give up
I wish
I had more time to overcome…
These waves of emotions

My countless wishes
Brings me down to my disheartened state…
My countless wishes
Are like walls from every direction closing in on me…
But it’s a convenient tool in the future…

I wish
I could be live in someone else’s shoes…
But what good would it do?
Would it lead me to the narrow pathway?
Would it inspire me to push all of my doubts away? 
Would it push away the blues?
Could He give me any clues?


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My Pupils

Fatigued eyes droop, lacking sweet slumber
But my eyes are an exception…everything’s a blur
They stare off into space…they ache with displeasure 
But I still wonder… my pupils still wander

My pupils still wander… never planted in one spot 
Their cup is half full…rather than half empty
My pupils see what others cannot  
Because… their too busy to smell the roses of plenty 

My pupils project feelings…
They comprehend – they spiral up and down
They express horrendous sorrows…they observe their surroundings 
My belongings are misplaced – my smile lowers into a frown

Optimism isn’t in the picture…bestowing infection
Upon my crestfallen heart 
I’m a broken compass – I’m losing my direction  
My animated heart tears apart 

Their voices are high in volume…rather than using half their volume
My pupils glance in many directions – beaming with glee 
Because they’re focusing too much on their social lives…let us resume
On with our soothing music 

Intrigued eyes lift…willing to wonder in curiosity 
But my eyes swelter, wearily drowning in discouragement  
They spot what others are too oblivious to see… 
Nonetheless, I still ponder…
Are my pupils singing merrily OR are they wandering in bafflement? 

Do I witness the fears and woes?

My pupils reject the precious scenery 
They are carefree – they are heedless of my despondency 
My pupils forever look forward to freedom…observe the hardships and disparity
My surroundings are chaotic and wild – my heart pounds profoundly…

My pupils…
Oh dear pupils…
Will you ever pay the bills?
Will you ever use your skills?

My heart bleeds in the river mills
My pupils ascend…above the dazzling hills 
My pupils spew out remorse 
My pupils are like open doors…


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Web wise

Web wise

The fear drops from its light brown wings; 
this is not home; at least not for a bird. 
Little sparrow flaps its wings in madness; 
flaps them so hard. Living room, staircase,
it is humming past your mute chair.
But how can you help, you cannot locate 
your own way out of this golden web. 

=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


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Stymied by moral transgressions

While the church of today continues to wrestle with prominent issues,
like those of leadership, moral credibility, or fidelity of her members;
society remains critical to address certain weakpoints already at hand,
those seeming endless lawsuits against the clergy and religious members.

Moments in time unfold the wreckage of moral credibility, trust, and confidence;
it’s like a downfall of the human castle formed with the sanctity of wisdom –
continuity in liturgical sacraments, prayer, and reliance on biblical life;
with faith that God is involved in many events both ecclesial and personal.

It’s on a soaring journey where the Jewish concept of bitachon   is needed,
to move on amid the struggles and other evolving deal of human problems;
so inextricable that make one stronger to cope with what life really means,
in this generation where a culture of arguments abounds in moral situations.

It’s sad to think of what’s going on; it’s painful to experience those afflictions,
the church grieves and suffers with all her leaders’ and members’ transgressions;
with the abuse of power, freedom, and prestige of being one of Christ’ ministers,
heaven weeps as evil triumphs to lead those priests into the world of failures.

The turbulent waves of scandals that have wounded the sacred priestly life,
people’s trust and faithfulness to the sacraments of life – a great turmoil!
the whole Catholicism has been shaken and struggled to redeeem her reputation;
her running sore of afflictions – so widespread that only time can heal the wounds.

With the words of Jesus at his farewell discourse in Johannine literature,
“I will not leave you orphans; I will come to you.”   It’s reassuring so far;
the Spirit of truth  is Christ himself who’ll walk with his own people of all races,
his covenant with them, promise to his disciples, and assurance to all who believe in him.

The church echoes hope and perseverance in the throes of sufferings and tribulations,
She calls everyone to look for the true light – Christ, in hiddenness and humility;
His epiphany  in a continuing journey of faith, in the gospel cries, in various events,
Christ shines in one’s heart, along with the Father and the Holy Spirit – the Paraclete.


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THE MUSE OF YOU

   THE MUSE OF YOU
Through all of time and all of space,
and following into the chase
but never catching what I've seen
nor even knowing what I mean
it's not a thing my mind can place.

Your eyes, so deep, I never know
where you might lead, where I must go,
but there I find what I must write
the words, though sometime seeming trite,
and from your eyes they have to flow.

No less than what is meant to be
the Muse of you carresses me;
I wonder is this love or not,
or something else, but don't know what,
and I must follow what I see.

Forever summer rain will fall
into my life, and love is all
there is to be my wordly guide;
between each line is where I hide,
if I do less, then I have lied.

And so the truth I have to show,
revealing what I never know,
but wonder at, as words come on
out of your eyes, where I have gone,
and been where I should never go.
     © ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet


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Warning Sign

Surly you have put   
                your word to pen
the winds have carried them
have dispersed them               upon the globe
the game pieces          are in place
and the populace   lives    under
               dense clouds of darkness
though not awake                   aware of determinations
                        a war machine
funded with flesh              and gold
                        as oxen under yoke
who have no say           in what their masters plow
 
They HAVE been             forewarned
surly your WORD       has come         full circle
you have called out                 the future
and given knowledge       of fortresses
                        battlements and shields
 
The 1st WAR             your minds
The 2nd WAR            your hearts
The 3rd WAR             your flesh
 
             the full destruction of corruptions
 
Surly your intentions have 
                          been fully shown for any knowing
the instructions of the King
but they have been led astray
                           and loved to have it that way
 
You keep sending           your servants
the watchmen who view            into distances
to tell what was far off                  has come close
 
 
The Temple and the Bride
               are nearly completed
the invitations to all            the guests 
not one single soul       is exempt
                of participation
freewill will have a whole              new meaning
you can choose the          royal law           of Life
 
or be driven        off the cliffs
by unruly                          angels
because the            ideology            of WAR
            and fear        driven        by rulers
whose behavior is                   so corrupt 
         that we liken      them   to being    demonic
 
Come now where is your              reason
that you           should choose            WAR
             over the avenues of peace
everywhere        you turn          is a sign
            and it says         beware
wake up           wake up             wake up
                before you sleepwalk 
                    into death
 
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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Right side of wrong

Struggling to stay, on both of his feet. He staggers across, the dark empty street.
 
Crossing the threashold, of a wide open door. Right there he collapses, and falls to the floor.
 
Seeing the blood, on his hands and the rug. He smiles and whispers, "I've found my new drug.
  
It lies dead on the street, in the man I defeated. Who's cruelty and sins, will no more be repeated!".
 
What a rush of adrenaline, shot through his veins. As the hate and the anger, ran round in his brain.
 
For the man that I killed, was a very bad man. And I'm not ashamed, of this blood on my hands.
 
I will stand before, my maker and say. "Lord you hath given. And I took away"

I used my free agency, he surely used his. But the young girl he destroyed, did not deserve this.
 
Now justice will be swift, and will come without mercy. And the world will one day, eventually thank me.
 
For life is a story, often too hard to tell. Twisting and turning, down spiralling toward hell.

With one saving grace, from the heavens above. There are some dirty deeds, you can't do with love.

To punish the evil, with a power divine. You have your opinions, but yours are not mine.
 
For I don't "fear" God, the way you all do. I'm not a bad man, I know this is true.
 
I walk a thin line, between righteous and evil. But he is the one, who gave me my free will.
 
I'll continue to persue, my enemies great. And do all that I can, to put an end to their hate.
 
In the eyes of the passive, too many rules do I bend. But at the end of this life, I know God's still my friend!


 
 


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For the Better

For the Better
By, Chelsea Wallace

Surely as I sit here
My life is all turned ‘round
Upside down
For the better

Still afraid to fear
I turn my cheek and close my eyes
Inside she cries
For the better

Someone is near
A spirit perhaps, here to guide
Take away my pride
For the better

Ego has no fear
It still fights the fight
To win it’s plight
Not for the better

Wine, gin and beer
How attractive they become
Glamour and chic, vodka and rum
Not for the better

Look in the mirror
Spirit save my life
Save my life
For the better





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Under Pressure

Hold your breath
Take a drift into the sobbing clouds 
Keep them away from drowning death
They remained under pressure for years 

The clouds can't help it
They must release the pain and pressure

So they drown themselves in sorrow 
Sending dramatic rain from bitter clouds 
Leaving tomorrow 
In the muddied meadow 

The brook took its toll
Around the valley, below the drooping clouds 
Piercing the land like a fish crashing upon a hook

The clouds are relieved 
It won't miss a single moment of bonding foundation 
They believed 
That happiness was the key to a mere satisfaction 

*dedicated to Kalona*
Flow along 
Be relieved 
Don't remain under 
earth's pressure

Hold on to your jolly requests 
Remember this, keep this in mind: 

Build a reliable goal 
And kill the stress 
Push aside suicidal pressure 

Remember this as well: 

Go to school
And learn to 
cooperate with the world 

And get ready...be well dressed
For the biggest decision in your life


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dusk

I slipped a hand inside your glove - 
a simple touch, for heart unsure,
did make a shaken soul secure
and all we did, we did for love.

We looked beyond and then above
but never found the place inside
where faith can live, no secret hide
to challenge all the strength of love.

Now startled by my lack thereof, 
I skirt along the edge of wrath
down every lane and every path
that's lined with what I did for love.

So time does pass, the forces of
the universe will press upon
this once pure heart whose faith is gone
and can do naught but cry for love.


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Hold Steady

Car on fire smoking
Alternator shot
400 dollars drained
Pockets empty
Hold steady...

Coffee spilled on laptop
Fights at work
Anger from financial strain
Anal retentive drivers
Hold steady...

Car fixed, thank God
Laptop dried out still works, thank God.
Arguments end, thank God
Drivers live another day, thank God
And since then...

I always thank God and somehow.... Hold Steady.


Details | Rhyme | |

Happily Ever After

embark on a journey with me
of freezing winds and stormy sea
where fairies hide among the glades
and jesters dance with razor blades


come see a castle that reaches the sky
where sparrows sing and bluejays fly
the entrance entrenched by brambles sharp
but in the corner a lonely harp

a shred of hope now lost to fear
and stormclouds linger throughout the year
a house once divided, now asleep
listen closely and hear the angels weep

come see this land, a holy land
maybe then you'll understand
a world that's ruled by firce and ice
where nothing comes without it's price


where maidens can't scream loud enough 
for knights to hear their crying
and in between their broken silence
philosophies lay dying

a world of beauty now turned to stone
forgotten saints and devils known
lie in wait amidst the stars
while truth expires behind these bars


Details | I do not know? | |

Hesitating Moments, But A Single Blessing

I should stop worrying
I should stop stressing out about the simplest things on earth!
For what is there to worry about?
What is there to stress about?
When I have time to meditate? 

I should start with my school work
For what is there to be worked up about?
When I have my encouraging family
Surrounding me with time to grow and lament 

Without my carefree mother
With my sleepless brother
With my intelligent sister
With my serious, wisdom-minded father
I think I have a future 
That’s still bright and beginning flight
Hopefully I’ll make the best decisions 
To give some insight
To a new born infant:
Kalona! 


Details | Didactic | |

Seek and You Will Find

what are you seeking for in this life? what do you hope to find?
what are you willing to sacrifice or to lay on the line?
most everything in life you get comes at a cost or a price
and not everything you see is acceptable and not everyone you meet is nice
just don't allow anything to disconnect you from the love of God
be it a man or woman, money or drugs or whatever affects your heart
and don't get caught up in worldly things, find the balance with a spiritual accord
and let that which you seek not be that which takes you away from the Spirit of the Lord

does whatever you desire cause you to stop your worship of the Lord Christ?
will it disconnect you from God and cause you to contemplate taking your life?
you need to fight and find your way back to the Lord God
to persevere and press towards Him with a righteousness of heart
to fight against demonic forces and seek the Lord Jesus Christ
and understand that He does not desire that you struggle in this life
God will never leave you nor give you more than you can bear
He will meet you at your crossroads in life and carry you anywhere

so bring all to the altar and lay it at God's feet
seek and you will find that with God your life will be complete



Details | Free verse | |

Irony

Irony

“They do not come, as sweet as they used to, these days.”
Looking at the helpless fleshes of oranges 
produced in green Darjeeling hills, the old man says.

A wind, which have once touched the peaks of north terrain, 
sends a shiver down the trite spine. His relative
comes out on porch, glow bugs swarming; it is nighttime.

The crisscrossing bugs weave the scene akin to those 
seen through childhood kaleidoscopes. It shakes his nerves
to return to technologies. The irony is,
inside, rests an old man; life supported by machines.  
© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar   


Details | Free verse | |

Lost

There is nowhere to go
Life like a maze
Almost every turn a dead end
Is there no way out
Why am I here
The lowest level of hell
I'm cold and numb
I can't find my way back
Lost


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

I am not a looser

I am not a looser.	
For I played life to my ability’s brim.
Fouled at times, but often stroked fairly.
 Nonetheless I did not win.

Did cross limits, did obey norms,
Staked everything, even not owned ones.
Banked on me and myself.
Well, I cannot make it.

Something slipped, I don't know what,
Some times flipped, but I can't figure out.
In retrospective, I did not reach there
The mark was way beyond me.

Since then I am staying here; stagnant.


Details | Senryu | |

Pounding Hearts Press On

Middle East unrest:
longing for democracy--
pounding hearts press on


Details | Senryu | |

20-20

The eye in the sky
Is clouded with cataracts
But I see just fine.


Details | Lyric | |

Apophis

You say you know no saviour,
You say you know no God. 
But find your scripts and rosary,
You'll need them when I'm done. 

Seven armies couldn't stop me.
Seven horsemen couldn't budge
All that I have inside me,
And that I've become. 

Never underestimate your enemies
I've got my scars for all to see
And I'm not done yet.
Never underestimate your enemies
Or what I'll do for victory.
Shield your eyes so you don't see
That I'm not done yet. 

Happiness; I've done all I can.
Loneliness, let go of my hand.
I've got my scars for all to see
And I'm not done yet. 

Drink your holy water and cleanse inside,
I'm waiting until midnight.
I won't stop until I hold your heart.
I won't stop until own your soul. 

This evil plays such a pretty song,
You know the words now sing along.
Oh the notes they sound so sweet
In this dark, dark, dark symphony. 

Happiness; I've done all I can.
Loneliness, let go of my hand.
I've got my scars for all to see
And I'm not done yet.

Never underestimate your enemies
I've got my scars for all to see
And I'm not done yet.
Never underestimate your enemies
Or what I'll do for victory.
Shield your eyes so you don't see
That I'm not done yet


Details | Blank verse | |

Coloured feeling

Lost in a moment of deep blue.
Coming along, losing it in red hue.
May my wrath, be for something true.

I watch a man, with envy green in greedy eyes,
Seeing burnt out passions orange, lost on the oldest lies,
May he be released, from old death's ties,

Buried up to my neck in earths solid brown,
head flowered in corn gold, this world's forgotten crown.
May I know that his backwards is forwards, and up, down,

The crunch sound of trodden on snow white,
Powerful seems the black, but he always had more bite,
Come all that you are, come, you are all that is light.


Details | Free verse | |

I'm Really Going To Kill Myself

now that i have your attention
let me state the OBVIOUS
i cannot kill myself with this paper
but the pen does look enticing
dont get me wrong
i'd love to die tonight
but then what would i do
with my eternal damnation
this is not a suicide note
cause im not dead (yet...)
im just informing the world
of the OBVIOUS
in a way
i killed myself already
the day i joined your group of people
you say im wrong
you say im bad
but then again
isnt it OBVIOUS
that you are the one that is judging me
and the last time i checked
to judge is a sin
OBVIOUSly you have no idea
of what im trying to sing
the point im trying to get across
isnt black or white
well actually it is
because there is no grey
so dont justify your ways
dont make your choices "okay..."
for mine are not worse
and yours are no better
and since there is no OBVIOUS answer
since there is not a definite
do you use the word conviction
only when it benefits you
hypocrisy is the OBVIOUS
at least in the few who have opened their eyes
and for you that still do not know the OBVIOUS
let me explain:
OBVIOUS in this text
is a representation of the
sick and
perverted and
twisted and
manipulated thing you call religion
christianity to be specific
if i do not see the way they see
i am evil
if i do not agree
i am vile
people never understand
what needs understanding
and now im a showing all
that the bible is not just a book
its not only a road map as some would call it
it is not the thing you made it
only one word can truly describe it
SCRIPT
that is what it is
no more
no less
so read your "BOOK"
and read your "ROAD MAP"
because you made me what i used to be
your eyes are sewn shut
which is more damaging than closed church doors
so open your eyes
and remove your stitches
and see
see...
see..........

TRUTH


Details | Rhyme | |

A Town Called RotGut

The dosage of bourbon stung his throat.
As Zachary sit at the bar, he guarded his conversation and did not talk much.
     He knew he was not favored by most of the men.
     However, this did not disarray him as a woman’s man.
The saloon was breezy from the wind.
Zachary heard gunshots outside and knew this was an enemy aimed to win.
     Rancor brought his death before his eyes.
     One will leave dead and one would leave alive.
_______________________________________\
PENNED ON JULY 08, 2014!


Details | Rhyme | |

Setting up House

I met a woman, fell in love
She was a gift from above
Soon she became my spouse
We gathered things and set up house.

Some things were new without a flaw
Some were hand me downs from Ma and Paw
For some we saved nickels in a can
Some were bought on the installment plan.

Children came – a total of four
Two boys – two girls- no need for more
We managed to provide room and board
Did the best we could afford.

We moved around from house to house
On an adventure – me and my spouse
Gathering things to which we would cling
But we rarely got rid of anything.

Tables, chairs, couches, and beds
Cabinets and shelves taller than our heads
Mugs, pictures, and bells we did collect
Mementoes and heirlooms on which to reflect.

A man gathers a lot in over fifty years
And remembers many of them with tears
Many a thing still fills my house
But it’s not a home without my spouse.

She has a room in a retirement home
Care is provided and she cannot roam
I dreamed one day we would be old timers
But I never figured on Alzheimer’s.

Now I have a house full of stuff
Too many things - more than enough
The time has come to downsize
To an apartment in the high rise.

My children came one by one
Went through my stuff until they were done
One takes this and another takes that
And managed to do so without a spat.

Giving things away is a lonely task
My irritability I cannot mask
Gathering things with my spouse
Was more fun than cleaning out house.



Details | Free verse | |

Infinity

Possibly
I lost count
Because I did spend a great amount
Of time lying in bed, thinking of all you've said 
The only cure I have left is the emotions I've bled
In my life, I've been released...I once believed 
I flew away-- chainless and relieved
I lost count 
Infinity


Details | I do not know? | |

Free Song

I see my flag unfurl
In the cold North wind it curls
Against the evening backdrop of the Edinburgh sky

So with the skirl of pipes
And the rhythmic beat of drum
Down the Royal mile the loyal Scotsman come

So now we have independence
At dear long last were free
But that don't wash away centuries of tyranny

So as we march on too the future
Lion rampant flying high
Looking back all i see is the dark glaswegian sky

So now the burden lifted
Alba free at last
Now as proud Scotsmen lets forgive the sins of the past


Details | Quatrain | |

Fade to Grey

The dark angels are rising
Towards the light
Where their devilish black
Will challenge the white

From the depths of Hades
To the Heavens above
They meet on earths surface
These black and white doves

Their battle cries
For the good and the bad
For their icons they fight
Whether sane or mad

Will they ever meet in the middle
Than fight this day
To merge as one
And fade to grey





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



Details | Free verse | |

God Is In Me

I come to the realization that I am merely man everything I have fought for was conquered by my own hand Each one of my poems were a time he wasn't there I keep looking to the heavens but all I see is air For now I see that God is in me existing vicariously through my mind sometimes it seems I lose him for it's me he's trying to find I once strived to be just like him there is no wrong in that I believed in myself enough to surpass him and put the whole world on my back Embedded in my memory the fact only I can hold me down for I have crawled into the darkness where my inner-self was found There I could see my failure it left a bitter sting I could see no evil for the Devil is not in me Now that I have achieved my Godhead there is no more setting sun only an army of watching angels weeping for lost souls by the thousand Every time I have been tested my fear is seldom seen if you are seeking God he is on the path far behind me.


Details | Narrative | |

Walking to Redemption

Stuck in a place with negativity bound within it's Walls. I need to get out of here, before the phone rings with insanity's calls. I burst out of the door into the streets owned by the night. Shadows staring back dodging the lamps light. I begin to walk down the urban corridor of uncertainty. The workers of soul catchers carry out their shady activity. I find myself in the empire of danger invoking pure photo-phobia It's a small price to pay for escaping the mecca of claustrophobia. As I reach the climax of the spiraling vortex tunnel. I walk on tenterhooks as my problems funnel. Facing me at the end of this path, is a door laced with remorse around it's edges. The entrance to unknown stands out with a line of devoted pledges. Those waiting and queuing are the damned and the lost. As I drift towards them, I wonder how much my sin will cost. For I felt the weight of the pressure and stress, forcing me into the light of shame? For I was the puppet master, who poured onto me the petrol and drew the flame. My moment of selfishness was a cardinal sin to myself and others. lacking consideration, deprived of thought for my sisters and brothers. That self indulgent cowardliness, has lead me to this final act. A door beaten with the hands of the damned, regardless it's still intact. As the number descends down to it's final member. I stand there understanding my sin, bound to surrender. Reaching out I grasp the golden handle, and turn it to the right. As I push forward on the door and out bursts a green neon light. My chance of escape has come to a halt, it's time for me to face the jury's end. I stand by my plea of weakness and insanity, as into the court I descend. A skeleton of the peril court rises with a verdict and answer. The jury has decided I was overtaken by a vicious cancer. The disease wasn't voluntary but they agree my cure wasn't correct. My punishment is to fade into the man that never was, with immediate effect.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Old House and the New Home

The Old House and the New Home
©2011 C. Brent Cloyd

I’ve lived in houses in the country side
There with my family I did abide
By the dust and gravel of a country road
Much pride was taken in our humble abode

I’ve lived in houses perched on a hill
Many of which are not standing still
They provided shelter in their time
Provoked memories that make life rhyme 

I’ve lived in a house on a city street
Where the neighbors came out at night to meet
I’ve lived in houses made of wood and stone
On avenues where children could safely roam

I’ve lived in houses of mortar and brick
Where driveways were paved and the grass was thick
I’ve enjoyed houses far better than most
Where friends would come and I could serve as host

But my current house seems like a foreign land
Where everyone wants to lend me a hand
Living in this place is not my desire
Of this arrangement I easily tire

The time has come for me to leave
To this old house I will not cleave
I no longer want a cottage here below
To a fine home in heaven soon I will go.

I long not for a mansion or streets of gold
But just a place where I will never grow old
A place where pain and sadness are never more
Where happiness is found on every shore

I am eager, yes ready, to move out
To possess my new home with a shout!
The promised home Jesus went to prepare
Death please come quickly, I want to be there.


Details | Free verse | |

Freyja

 
Surging through this lifeless Body of mine Mania, Euphoria, Freyja Never let me run dry I am lost by your Sigh But I cannot cry What Is this coming over me this everlasting energy Never cease this utmost surprise I graciously prithee Sorcery of Insomnia Caught in Mania Only for Freyja Her Golden one Is Burning out Deranged Am I? Faster, Only Faster Harder, Only Harder In Bizarre Light I hold myself to another Flame Torturous Fun of this Game Sorcery of Insomnia Caught in Mania Only for Freyja Her Golden one Is Burning out Deranged Am I? Sensuality to it's new Peak Running again from the Fake obsolete Euphoric, Erotic All you want All you Desire Sorcery of Insomnia Caught in Mania Only for Freyja Her Golden one Is Burning out Deranged Am I?


Details | Sonnet | |

the Astronaut

        THE ASTRONAUT
As certain as I see the world below
some things I'd overlooked, within my haste
come to my mind, and in it now, I know
we can't allow what time remains to waste.

 What God's become, because we've let it be,
would change if only you'd see what I do,
spread out below, right here in front of me
a fragile sight--most delicate a view.

To see the whole thing, as it is complete,
the total world, big pictures only show,
is recognizing what's beneath our feet
was made by One who knows more than we know.  

 My question's not to ponder as to how
   God made the world--but how to save it now.


Details | Free verse | |

Flametip Riders

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

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

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

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

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


Details | ABC | |

Admission

Admission

If time heals all, then when will my alarm clock ring,
If tomorrow is a new day, why do the morning birds not sing,
I want to be awoken, from this dream fueled by disaster,
The hands keep ticking, i just will them, tick faster,
My reasoning is affluent, yet it bleeds through stigmata,
If to sacrifice, is solution, then my soul freely martyr, 
My burdens weighed down, adds fuel to their meaning,
My clear image tarnished, by the scour of being,
My foundations pressed, as i confess, to all without believing,
My heart bleeds less, as i digress, to all without deceiving ,
My eyes feel weak, as i lose track, of the path i once walked,
As resistance feels futile, your mind becomes, warped,
The path becomes darker, as my demise is brought fourth,
But the path is now brighter, than at ones first thought,
If its my time, then how will i, know that i must listen,
To the bells that chime, at once as i, am freed by my admission.


Details | Free verse | |

The Mourning Phoenix, Josephine

The Aphotic semblance rises against her face
The king of shame reigns over all
Her Hallows are mine
We are the same, Josephine
Explain to me this sacrificial empathy
Josephine

"I'm living; the slowest way to die"
Hold on, my Josephine, everything you feel, is killing me
"I'm the lacunous lover, I must go to my ashened grave
In death I will lay, every word, every pain
I'm the victim, I can forgive
I can't go on - don't feel their wrath meant for me"

My name was meant for elegies
Not for the Wardens' acrimonies 
I can't look at a man without seeing a killer
I must go-
Not for the love of the death 
For the fear of life"

My Seraphic Josephine
Through the ashes you will claim victory 
Don't you say you must die
Elysia is in your grave
Through the ashes you will claim victory
My Seraphic Josephine
You are The Mourning Phoenix 


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The Heart's Malcontent Eye

Secluded mind murder
Windows are false inside here
I find here,deep inside here...i don't find myself hoping for peace
These clouds of despair that blind the battlefield have a dark appeal

My naked eyes see nothing
The cheerful souls have perished...the beautiful people have all withered away
This Old Age prophecy must be

This is A Bleak life...led by the paragraphs of holy books,held by crooks
Sing songs of renewal in the afterworld
....hopeful catharsis...the relief of world

I admit...
i am the bashful admirer of profound destruction

signed
-K.D????


Details | Lyric | |

The Struggle

Strain 
On my back
This burden
Will burst my veins
The strength to hold on
I lack
Can't shield the attack

I shake
Under the weight
Keep throwing the bricks
Until my soul is sick
Create my fate
Laugh when I cry
And dance when I die

Venom filled words
Burn through the porcelain
Stabbing the sword
Deeper in blood red skin
The hiss
Fills my ears
Hit
Miss
One more sear
More burning tears

Death will come
Victory for the meek
Can't help but succumb
To the power you seek

We stand tall
A power so great
You've become so small
No room for your hate
Our scars erased
By the one deserving
The highest place


Details | Free verse | |

Eden Return

Hysterical laughter in eternity
still crying out at the hypocrisy
of life lived under the thumbs
of the oppressing ones.
Freedom they said they would give us
If we asked the king to forgive us.
and if we agree to pay tribute
they would stop the rape and loot
we didn't even know
which ones were in control
at any point in time
the fully sublime
shiftings of power
by the day and the hour
locked in the ivory tower
and away from the peasant earth digger
they had much bigger
things to accomplish, than just a pleasant life.
And all the strife they laid upon us all
was part of the fall
from dignity.
It's a pity.
Then came the mines and the factories
warriors needed to keep the keys
to the city gates in the right hands
none of us really understands
the workings of the minds that need
so badly to succeed
that life has no meaning or worth.
Even less for planet earth.
And she's dying
and no one is trying
to revive her.
Now they want to survive her
and credit card shackles still hold the debtors prison
third world vision
is incomplete
no one can compete
in world markets controlled by the elite
we are the billion feet
of the crawling beast.
and at least
we could know why we chose it.
Just suppose it
could change.
Seems strange.
But if the feet stop running the treadmill of fear
and we all held dear
what was important, sacred, the sane
would we stop acid rain?
What if our lawns became gardens all
could we reverse Edens fall?
What if our children could eat and play
from natures sweet bounty every day?
Would cancer disappear if we stopped the spray?
and left no more poison where children play?
What if we made our own industries
in each of our communities?
What if we made windmills and power the sun
we may have just begun
a revolution
that holds a solution
for our planets peace.
I release my rage at the beastly machine
that holds destruction, Pull myself from in between
the cogs of the wheel of the corporate dream
and paint a new picture in the sky.
Of streets and towns and city planning true
ways and solutions that work for me and you
and the earth's evolution could take another turn
where we do not burn
in the hell of nuclear wastelands
It will take many hands
to undo the self fulfilling prophesies of armageddon
Get on board, this train is moving. get on
with it. We all fit in the grand plan,
the saving grace of man.


Details | I do not know? | |

Row The Boat

Just row the boat,
Just row the boat,
Even if unknown why.
Just row the boat,
Just row the boat,
And man, you'll go high.

Just row the boat,
Just row the boat
Even if your hands give up.
Just row the boat,
Just row the boat,
Even if you've had enough.

Just row the boat,
Just row the boat,
Even if you're stalked by sharks.
Just row the boat,
Just row the boat,
No matter how grotesque bruise marks.

If you row the boat,
If you row the boat,
You may reach luck's open arms.
If you row the boat,
If you row the boat,
No more emptiness in your palms.

If you row the boat,
If you row the boat,
At least, you gained exercise.
If you row the boat,
If you row the boat,
The decision; remarkably wise.

If you row the boat,
If you row the boat,
Mistake; an antonym.
If you row the boat,
If you row the boat,
You may just reach Him


Details | Free verse | |

Devils Dancing at My Door

I feel it again, I know why but I can't stop it
Rage running through veins so cold
Fueling a furnace, old as time
RULER do you dance outside my door?

Repentance my sweet compensation for this tragedy
How you loathe me now, pitch black succubi
Cry like the one you can no longer touch
I am not yours eternally, I quenched these fires a' fuming
ILLUSION do you dance outside my door?

It's over, OVER DAMN YOU, damn you to pity me
You weak and insignificant wizard of the disenchanted with
Wiles you willfully employ to discreetly treat me and,wait a tic,
WIZARD are you dancing outside my door?

Demon I command you release me from your molten grasp
Give you no quarter shall I, not inside these walls, here
I am safe from your pain and the infliction of anger you so 
Succinctly level on me at your beck and call, cursed am I
Cursed to feel you pulsing, massaging the back of my mind,
Devil Dancing at My Door!

But if it is to be thus, I shall no longer open these chambers
And you will be left to the cold, remember soon that it shall
Be as birth remembers, emotionless and devoid of this
Venom
   Dripping
       Dropping
             Spilling
                 Slithering 
             Profusely
        Painfully
   Raging
Roaring 
POURING OUT OF EVERY PORE! IT IS YOU AGAIN, GET THE HELL AWAY FROM MY 
DAMNED DOOR!


Details | Free verse | |

Nun But You

How do you know? 
Who tells you so? 
Is it premonition? 
Over-ambition? 
One who forever butts in with song;
With the voice gone entirely wrong. 

Do you reach for opinions of loved ones? 
Would they inform you the talent you suspect is none? 
Would you be mortified by truth.....? 
If truth was sincere? 
Or could you embrace the honesty you hear? 
Would you regroup; or give in? 
Would the fighter arrive telling you to win? 

Is it even worth trying to continue.....? 
Or is it only false hope that lies deep within you? 
Are you a no trick pony.....? 
With no chance, no passion, a phony?

But it does burn deep inside you. 
Most times, the only friend to guide you. 
It listens and makes you talk back. 
Filters your senses, pushing you back on track.
 
You need no affirmation. 
Only self adaptation. 
When the voice inside you fails to love and guide you, 
Release the headaches of self doubt. 
Let you figure you out. 
Because when those in which you’ve confided all depart, 
You are the one left with aspirations..... 
Of the calling you failed to start.

JS Lambert


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

When I Think Of You

For Marty. I think of you always, you are my light, and I will make it trough the tunnel,
I'm just walking rather slowly

When I think of you I think of everything you've done for me. 
And it hurts me so much, that I cannot help you. 
Because you've changed the way I look at everything, 
You changed the way I feel, you changed the way I act, and most importantly, you changed
the way I hope. 
At the time I needed it most- When I was down, lonely, and weak. 
And at times,, I still am- but I look at the times we had and I smile:
I look at the night we were at the gazebo and we talked about insanity, 
           You kissed me every time, so I kept on bringing it back up, just so I could get
another.
I look at when you ran your hands through my hair,
          Just to help me relax after having a horrible day
I look at when you held me,
          You didn't say a word as I cried when Jim's fate was made truth through his cancer. 
I look at when you wrote sexy on a sticker,
          You stuck it on me in the office and we laughed.
I look at when we went to see Avatar,
          We kept on dropping the beer bottles on the floor and kicking them over
accidentally. 
I look at the Wednesday I asked you if you liked me the same way I like you,
          You said yes.
I look at the day you stared at me at the club,
          You said you were surprised by the way I look and how it was good. 
I look at the day you invited me to see your dad and step-mother,
          You told me she'd love me even though I couldn't go. 
I look at the day you told me I was everything to you,
           I still remember it perfectly.
I look at the day you told me I deserved to be happy. 
           I'm happier, but still not happy. 

The best day I ever had was the second time we went to the gazebo, the closeness, the
intimacy of it all was overwhelming, but beautiful. When you kissed my neck and laughed at
how I shivered every time. When you held onto me and grabbed me from behind. When we were
so close. We aren't that way any more, and I'd give anything to have that back. But I
can't. Not yet. You gave me hope for the future, but I am still impatient. I don't
understand your reasoning behind this separation, or whatever it was, as I don't really
know what we had in the first place. But even so, I want it back. That was the happiest
time of my life. 

I need you in my life; if not as my love, as my friend, as my ally, as my hero


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Oxymoron

Nine dozens of
Eight nothings
Veranda romance inside
Every man for no man
Running in place
Dearest husband
Or dearest wife
Urban legend
Brutal love
Truthful
Tall tales
Hidden hate
Introverted
Sex orgy
Three in a couple
Riot in the bathroom
Universal thought
Timeless fashion
Helpless god


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In My Poet's Eye

IN MY POET'S EYE
I can't say, where you are tonight.
I can't say, our love would have turned out right.
I don't know, but I do know, 
you are still my love.

Every night I find I still reach for you.
Any time I pray, I still pray for you.
I don't know the reason, 
But I know you're still a part of me.

In my poet's eye, I still see you here.
In my poet's world, I still feel you near.
I don't know the reason, 
but I thought God meant this love to be.
I don't know the reason, 
but I thought God meant our love to be.

In my poet's mind, you are mine again.
In my poet's heart you are here again.
In my poet's eye, you'll always be my love.

In my poet's eye, you'll always be my love.
In my poet's eye, you are still my love.
.......© ron wilson
The video for this song on Youtube, search for "veebdosa"then select IN MY POETS EYE, either Vee Bdosa (aka Ron Wilson) singing or Emily Van Praag singing.


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FAITH

      FAITH
The mountain stands in front of me
and claims my lifelong road,
It stops my path, and I can see
no way to bear my load.

I stumble fast, and then I fall,
and in my time of need,
I find this mountain is a wall
that hides my mustard seed.

And yet, I feel His mighty hand
is firm--and won't let go!
and leaning on his word, I stand,
to see what I should know

that mountains fall, as quick as I
can think "get over there!"
and never will it ask me why,
for mountains never dare!


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When I Die

When I die
Do not remember me
My corpse will not care;
Do not draw me back there
With words you never said
While I drew in air;
Spare me the ceremony
And all the orchestrated grief.
If you go on with your funeral show
Stopping your mouths for a moment or two
I doubt the angels will be impressed
With a moment's self-restraint
They will look on with stolid eyes
Bearing with you for a little while
Until the time comes
For you to go,
And for you to be ferried
To the fires below.


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Quiet Waters

Streams of blue fluid 
Flows downward 
As fragile carcasses decay 
Without a peep of a sound

We’re in the brink of disaster… 

Who invited such fear and anguish?
Who could lead us to quiet waters?

We bleed…
Polluting the waters below us… 
Trickling down the mountain
To our filthy feet…

Cleansing the sin off of our skin
But, it’s tangled from deep within…

The eeriness breaks 
The hearts of a thousand strangers
They all fall away powerlessly… 
Into the chambers of death 

Danger is lurking in every corner…
Pursuing its evil plans
To cut down our hopes…
Growing like crops… 
Rising rapidly –  
It never stops

Dreams of misfortune still 
Rapes our minds,
Plaguing our happiness… 
Consuming the darkness…

We’re sprawling on the ground…
We’re crawling like infants…
Veering briskly like serpents…

Who will set our souls free 
From suppression?  

Who will preserve our hearts?
Don’t prey upon our 
Guiltless lives… 
We’re in complete agony… 
Does He consider 
Our prayers  
Of support and nourishment? 

We scream…
Breaking the repulsive solitude…

Encourage us to keep on 
Trekking toward Your light

Where’s Your path?

You rinse off all of the sorrow 
Giving us a ecstatic tomorrow 

The weeping ceases…
While the corpses 
Tear into 
Blood-spattered 
Pieces…  

The faith of a couple of people
Strengthens us…keeps us motivated…
Not captivated…
In misery…
We’re reaping our 
Ecstasy…   
Leading us to peace and fortune 
Keeping us accustomed
To Your purifying spirit…
Keeping us away from 
Calamity… 

We’re hungry… 
Our demise is close at hand…
Closing in on us abruptly 
Like an obscure cave…

Rescue us from affliction –  
Embracing downhearted clouds…

Those wretched clouds…

Brought us rain when we asked for bread…

Those merciless clouds…

Spewed out scorching fire when we asked for relief…

Remember our supplications… 
Appalling lightning’s daring to strike us  
Out of cruel vengeance 
Out of sheer amusement 

Don’t even attempt to weaken us
We’re blossoming in joy…
We’re under cover… 
You can’t manipulate us 
Like a subtle toy 

We’re praying for
Quiet waters

Offer the deceased 
A second chance

Don’t disown 
Our broken lives

We’re not alone…

We’re just waiting until
The quiet, glistening waters
Gratefully arrives…


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Days and nights and the universe

Days and nights and the universe 
I
The musty monsoon 
insects with swelled bellies
soggy paper boats.
II
Curiosity 
a black feathered bird peeps in,
there is no return.
III
Close the eyes, its night.
A bat has taken a bite; 
the fruit rolls away. 
IV
The desolate rails.
Millions of butterflies, 
they reign the wild shrubs.
V
Crystallized water, 
this rock has witnessed years,
a fly has more eyes.

=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


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Sweet Life of Mine

Rolling fields.
  Golden glow.
    Shine brightly to my soul.
Fresh.
  Free.
    Fallen.
      Forever in your hands.
Earth kissed feet.
  Hardened hands working tight, stubborn dirt.
Curse on curse alive in me.
  Snake strikes!
    My soul writhes
      Crush his head now dear one!
        He strikes again-
          Fierce and bitter.
  Poison in my soul rotting all my life.
    Days tripping into years-
      Lost for fallen times.
Ah, sweet sorrow.
  Oh, precious pain of tears unfallen.
    Aching moments plenty.
There is peace in rolling rivers that sit in lakes so still.
  Mountains jagged,
    Halting at the plain of flat golden fields.
Corpses can't cry.
  Dead men don't hear the dirges of the living.
    No tears have been found in locked coffins unearthed.
      But even there,
        In the abyss of night,
          The soul can mourn...
            Alone.
Curse upon curse.
  Ever a curse.
Ah, sweet life of mine.
  Turn like the river to the falls.
    Flow like blood from the painful, pierced side.
Dear, dear days drip away like the mad man's malady in the endless tombs of tight concrete
lives.
Golden fields forever?
  Curse upon curse.
    Lies mounting the dung of deception upon our heads.
Night upon night.
  Joy upon joy.
    Curse upon curse.
Ah, sweet life of mine!


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This is Not goodbye

I have my wings,  now I can fly
But you must remember this is Not goodbye
I can still see you from where I am
You may feel a chill when I hold your hand
I will be here through your days and nights
together we have eternity, please do not fright
You are sad now this I know
Yet in this sadness our Love still grows
So while your exploring your world, I will explore mine
Believing nothing can separate us, Not space nor time
And there will come a time and you will see
Our love was destine to eternity
Please love me free and as you do
I will sprinkle God's Love and Blessing on all of you!


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Deirdre III

Don't you know Deirdre's Gone? 
Don't you know Deridre's Gone?

I stepped into room 8-16 only to feel tragedy 
The gatekeeper says your addicted to your pain
A lifeless cold barren soul put In the closet with the shades
Will he ever let you out?

How many days will this passion bleed away
We will be the ones to blame
Beware we've became their prey

An exodus from pain
Her life spent breathing in shame
Am I the one to blame 
Don't you know Deirdre's Gone? 
Don't you know Deirdre never said wrong
Don't you know Deirdre's Gone? 

"my decadence was just for you 
Though you have never cared what I've been through
Enter a world where empathy is clandestine
A world created by thee, just for me
The destruction in my mind 
Is why you want to throw the stone
Today I go past the gate''

I call your name towards nightfall's reign
But the guards take you so far away
A dark angel so divine
Cursed by the ones of Eden's Heart
I will avenge every tear

An exodus from her pain
Her life spent breathing in shame
Am I the one to blame 
Don't you know Deirdre's Gone? 
Don't you know Deirdre never said wrong
Don't you know Deirdre's Gone? 



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Shoeless Muse

I have endeavored to retreat behind common experience
Finding salvation far from transcendental
Happily plotting meaning as if some wisdom was
Possessed, only to be shown through the veil of
An incantation that the lines hardly end in the
Most appropriate places, clinging rather to a 
Need for old-fashioned sociability
Yet remaining far beneath, crying perhaps too
Loudly for its own sake, the doubt--
Cloaked as existence to the flawed so trampled
By the unattainable light reserved for
Men of glass whose honesty shatters the helpless
Sinner sacrificed to misfortune
'Tis a thing of beauty this universal gladness
I only hope its meaning is revealed to its
Author in a way far too brilliant to be
Extraordinary


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Untitled descriptions - Day

A woman, who I once thought was great. A flick of the switch, and all the light fades She laughed and she pointed... She made me pay. And for no good reason, one miserable day Yet still here I stand, strong and unscratched Your greatest mistake was teaching me that. To be who I am and to shine how I shine To give the greatest gift, which is mine. And day by day, I know ill be fine. To love and to share and make sure I smile Even though what you did, will linger for a little while. The effect of your words,sticks, stones and lies The truth of my strength behind tear filled eyes At the end of the day, inside is what counts. Happy she was to be such a cow Making everyone believe its the other way round. This anger inside, building myself I must stop myself from trying to help. I take a deep breath every day, and bit by bit you will vanish away. She deserves nothing, the world needs to see but if I did that, how much better would I be? And tonight I say, "oh my, what a day", I'm now allowed to see a more beautiful way.


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Poignant Inferences Of Our Indifferences

Fear conquers and guides them like sheep in a trance with their weak-willed existence only leaving nothing to chance defy and define this reality to your making I was born into blessing behold your creation Worship the free thinking for they think like God's weaving such narrow path so the sheep don't stray off seems that religion, in my opinion started off as an experiment until it's control was so spiritual it became a universal experience the only path ever laid out was to follow or burn close your eyes into religion, or open them, to learn My evolution was a revelation I could not foresee gave my all to be all me thus, escaping such dull sanity don't let the fear drive you away to become one little lost sheep thinking they know everything yet, follow so blindly A million billion stars await to see if I shall fade if that day becomes my fate I won't care what comes to be for I am free from your influence as you try and pull me down don't you know I laid at the bottom and escaped the worst of it somehow Whats the use of a follower or a leader to guide control telling them what they need to hear to feel less fear than before careful now not to fall asleep for it could be your death walking in the demonic trance right over a rocky cliff as you say your fighting for pretend beliefs with no realization left for yoursellf as if you were not even existing except to follow the thought trails of someone else.


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The Vengeance of Hatred

up and down feelings
floor to the ceiling 
big and the small
or barely at all
jumble of thoughts
build up like a compost
all of the utmost
useless importance

String me along for days
like ever present
unaware essence
of the magical sun's 
scorching lashing out r
shooting through the vacant space
only one destination
like a certain pinpoint revelation

Stabbing back
we surprise attack
the only shock
comes to me as an afterthought...

I hold in the hatred 
until it becomes sacred
I inhale the passion
nothing more natural
than my outward reaction
addition through the simplest subtraction
the hate is so hard to replace
what is left to drive me 
the anger inside me

I am here because of my rage
brought me to the brink of breakage
just when the point is revealed naked
it disappears, retreating through the  hatred

Where is it hiding? 
I miss the surge
burning into my every word
the last I remember
I was misplaced, self centered
when the source was discovered
a curious love entered
and drove out the negative
edited and erased


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BLOOD SPRINKLE FOR RELIGION

A horrendous act
that could only be imagined
as Insidious and contemptuous
Many were massacred
Thousands displaced
The Hausa Militias took over
Zaria was in their palm
A horrendous act
That could only be imagined
As Insidious and contemptuous
Many were massacred
Thousands displaced
The Hausa Militias took over
Zaria was in their palm
The entire Kaduna was under their feet
The violent hollow-minded men
It was religious animosity
That under-bellies an ethnic hatred
These men are insane

Men were butchered 
Women were slaughtered 
Children matcheted at will
All in the Jihad against
Miss World Beauty Pageant
And blasphemy against the Prophet
They unleashed waves of brutal massacres

Houses were razed, churches burnt
Shops and offices turned into ashes
Yet "Allahu Akbar" is echoed
After every killing by the intemperate bullies

Inhabitants of NDA Streets were not spared
The men that carries religious insanity
Majored in Major Street
They became the killing Captain of Captain street
The men in uniform were hapless, yet helpless
These men are enmeshed and immersed in cultism
Of the atavistic and barbarous proportion called Jihad
Sweat of decades were turned to ashes within seconds
The cost of human lives were immeasurable

It was to be and it was
Months of fear
Weeks of tremor of terror
Days of bloodshed
Hours that carries sorrow
Minutes that lacks emotional indemnity
Seconds of bloody tears
Survivors became refugees at the NDA’s field
The only safe place in the land
No food, no water, no shelter
Indeed, no hunger
Except for hunger to be alive

Days where a father shuns family tie 
And strangulate his baby for survival 
Less, the warriors will unearth 
The rest of the family in the hide out
The baby’s cry was a taboo
Gush! The only option was for the
Father to throttle his own baby to death
To keep the other members of the family alive

Many flee without taking a pin
Thousands left behind houses . . . properties
A journey to start all over again
Separation set in 
Frustration envelopes many
For the inanity of men that 
Carries blood with religion.


Alayande Stephen T.
11.45pm
October 11, 2008

An account of brutal massacre occasioned 
By unbridled religion intolerance in 
Kaduna State, Nigeria in 2002 during the aborted 
Miss World Beauty Contest in Nigeria as 
Narrated by an eye witness Latifat of UNILORIN.


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Too bare, to bare

Too long, to long for that which I once had.
Undoing the melody,
that played on my heart strings.
Skinning the weasel 
that would eat innocence.

Too empty, to empty myself here and now.
Body beaten,
mind unwound, 
heart underground.
Stealing joy:
the occupation of fallen one.

Too bare, to bare fragile soul in this state.
Naked
the day I awoke
to see that nothing is mine.
Skiving from love
that left me burning.

Too sorry, to sorry the pain into dark corners.
Lion and snake
take turns to occupy
my gaze and soul.
Leaving me mixed-up and confounded.


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A Long Lonely Year

Afghanistan. far away from those I love.

Leaving was tough this time, the kids tears tore at my heart.
Only as I turned to watch them drive away, did I see my wife crying
Never has she cried, always pretending to be strong
Going away for the fourth time must have been too much for her to bear.

Letting myself believe, I will make it through this fourth combat tour.
One year seems like a lifetime, the minutes ticking slowly by.
Never letting tears of sadness get the better of me.
Everyday, I think about my wife and our four kids. Are they ok?
Lost is how I feel.  Something is missing, I can barely breathe.
Yet this is what must be done, I took an oath. I made a promise.

Yearning every second, for my wife's kisses, and my childrens hugs.
Every hour of the day I pull out their picture, to see their smiles. 
Always in my dreams, my family is there for me. Never losing faith.
Reunited we shall be, after a long lonely year.


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Send Down The Rain

slavery of the mind to succed to the emotion (lies) Are we strong enough to storm the despair Or do we falter behind the façade over and over again Strive to reach the truth The kind is held back by all of the lies And the delusions of the unchained clouds Help us to believe again What we're all missing Is it all too late To send down a sign To send down the rain As the siren sings she's ready to be on the prowl On the prowl to hunt down our souls It's not real Pretend to send down the motion Our hidden notions Of our lieing emotions Help us believe again We're all lost inside Send down the rain Curropt against the pain Help us believe again We're all lost inside Send down the rain Curropt against the pain


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To have and have lost

To have and to have lost is the ultimate pain, 
Knowing that your life will never be the same again. 
That one little missing piece of your jigsaw called life, 
Questions as to what you did to deserve this strife.
Another angel for heaven above 
Empty arms but still the love. 
Never far from your mind 
If only life wasn’t so unkind. 
Little angel I love you so 
Fresh in my thoughts wherever I go. 
xoxo


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Bonds

I was raised      in a prison of darkness
along walls of cement      have I groped
the hearts here      deep scarred and callous
no dreams of a child       had I hoped
 
Starved             for affection and famished
though surrounded by people           alone
sixty four rooms       I could roam in
but that place               was never a home
 
Just one more workhouse            to live in
my duties                   to serve and to clean
no pay                 for the labor was given
I was here to work         and be not seen
 
I could go days            with seeing no parents
went to school        and to work            and to bed
my breakfast                 was in my room coffee
the feral cat           entertained in the shed
 
This building                   has so many toilets
even the master                   one I must clean
I drop like a stone             in my bed at night
I sleep so deeply      to dead to dream
 
Though I live now this place            with my father
it's no different             than with strangers I slept
they too              used me like a work horse
their houses the places               I kept
 
Somewhere was lost to me             childhood
not a human            soul I could trust
I do not know love              it is fiction
as into this life        I was thrust
 
There were times       I wished mother successful
where in the peace            of death I would sleep
the pain of knowing                       I'm unwanted
was to much        for this child to keep
 
I suppose it's                this very reason
I recognize             the true face of Love
the nigh hundred people               I lived with
qualify not of that place         to be of
 
I've been exposed to violence              on children
and all their secrets           I can confide
recognize the damage                it does you
and those who these secrets           do hide
 
It is easy to remain lost here
where no true tracks            be seen on your road
where life             has not direction or guidance
and one is broken           by the weight of its load
 
But there are so many rooms           in this prison
and each every one          has its own trap
the master of death                 who has forged them
place these obstacles     in every path
 
So while your searching           for life and its answers
the only one worthy            to steadfastly teach
should exist       every day in your dealings
and your connections             from greatest to least
 
I'll not care about          the labor I give you
as long as love            my load is light
we will share         in living together
in our unity       we can delight
 
I learned               to take care of your body
but it takes two            for the care of the soul
I could live alone here             without you
but it's the sharing         that makes us whole...
 

COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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Disappointment

Sweet, little surprises
Due to come in May
Will have to be put off
Until another day.

Things happen
And plans change.
The reasons why
Span a vast range.

There’s a better plan
And you can bet,
That once revealed,
You won’t regret

Having placed your trust
In God above,
As he blesses your life
With abundant love.


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Qristalynn Queen [Featured 3/9/09]

Unabashedly he looks at her,
He knows her truth, yet doesn’t utter.
She hides in glass and forms a shell,
He sees her heart, but can’t define it.

Ashamedly she ponders his eyes,
Such beauty in their witnessings.
He barely notices her stare,
Until it bores right through him.

He takes a peek, and sees a skull,
Hovering where her head should lie.
Is it a vision, or is it the truth,
He doesn’t know and can’t divine it.

Wheeled upon a golden carriage,
She is encased in glass but thrice.
He sees the faults within the shields,
He can but doesn’t free her life.

A harmonious tune of sanctity,
Deliciously coated with her poison.
Does it sting when you bite it,
Yes, but he can’t decline it.


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My Free Style

I'm sitting, drinking a few beers and thinking,
Wondering why, my soul seems to be shrinking,
I'm trying to link this life, all together,
But I never seem to solve this most cryptic endeavor!

I've got so far!  Do I really have to wait?
It's late, and I really hate to be a burden mate,
But I get frustrated, is there nothing I can do,
To make time go faster.. honestly, I can help you!

What do we need?  Mankind must decide,
We need one vision.. to which we're all allied,
One side, one truth to what's right and wrong,
We know what's going on.. it's time for us to get along!

I know the truth, I'm not afriad to say!
Whilst I am still around, they will not win the day.
My mind is too quick, too slick, fast and thick,
When they lay it on the line, it will be soo tradgic!

So now I hold on, focus.. and stay strong,
Wondering why, it all, had to go wrong,
All I really want, is the best I can achieve,
Just please leave me to my thoughts..  finding out what I believe.


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DO YOU WANT TO BE HEALED?

I once met a young lady who was in severe pain
I had no idea that her young life was overwhelmed with such strain
sexually abused at a young age from which there was no escape
as a result she gave birth to a baby who was a product of rape
In a state of utter hopelessness and total despair
to the point where of her child she was unable to take care
at the end of her rope in the land of the living she had lost her will
at which time I then asked her, "did she wanted to be healed?"

In order to be healed of the hurt which had penetrated one's heart
one needs to desire forgiveness and then seek the counsel of God
God can heal your heart and God can soothe your soul
If you allow His grace and mercy to be your ultimate goals
do you want to be healed from the brokenness and the shame?
or do you desire to hold on to the bitterness in life you have attained?

People have a tendency to hold on to their hurt
they then tend to wear it like a comfortable old shirt
It's time to take some responsibility for our own deeds and actions
it's time to own up to our decisions, choices and dissatisfaction
we need to let go of the painful past as the past can't be changed
for that was then and now it's time for our futures to be rearranged
do you want to be healed? do you want to be made whole?
are you willing to confront your issues in a way that is bold?

In order to be healed one needs to be totally aware
that you can't move forward if you possess the spirit of fear
no more complaining, no more disdaining put your restoration into play
so stop abstaining, stop refraining no more reason to delay
a man had been crippled for thirty years and more
when Jesus came upon him and to him He implored 
"do you want to be healed?" do you desire be made whole?
do you have a need for your life to be in control?
Jesus then told that man, "take your mat and walk" away
and that man was cured from that very day
to get rid of unresolved issues, guilt, bitterness and shame
you need to forgive and seek forgiveness in our Lord Jesus' name
so cast off your burdens and lay them at the altar of Christ
let the power of prayer unload that stuff which is disrupting your life
compelled and now connected to God on a spiritual plane
allowing the hand of God to take a hold of your pain
do you want to be healed? are you ready to be made whole?
are you willing to open up and let forgiveness in you unfold?


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Sacred Lorelei

The night has befallen me Rescue me, unchain me Sacred Lorelei Bleeding a passion of royalty Forever I'll follow your Argentine cloak with the most deadly pacts beautiful Witch Sacred Lorelei Tell me did the ravens Hear my cry My misery's plea Sacred Lorelei Was this all just upon a dream Lucidity becoming reality of my Sacred Lorelei A fiat of darkly desire from a most beautiful witch unchaining the burden of my misery All for my Sacred Lorelei


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Love all and all of me

I want true love
that knows all of me.
That brings total freedom
allowing to all,
and all to see.
A Love that is truth
and not some idealist's scene.
Our Hope given flight
in clear blue skies enthroned,
honoured, 
seen.

For there is not one among us who has not said:
"I have a dream".
I know it is His to make all whole,
to have all gleam.
Perhaps a time now
for the meek to tread loud,
and the boastful silently.
For hands taken
from labour unending;
of bending the worldly.
When He reaches out,
a rousing shout:
some in love; many angrily.
The dream: 
Collective will given over to spirit
not rule.
Cruel 
the past measure.
Just be.
The only true desire
is for a true love
to love all, 
and all of me.


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Let them sleep

So then Death what will you offer?
Life what profit give to me?
Profit? soul! you selfish scoffer
Riches share you here to be?

Glass of eye, seek your answer
by the breath I give and share
grip your wisdom pose and dance her
questions me with sound of air?

Death engage this vital storm
will in silence thus behave?
sting the tongue, you jagged thorn
Lift your chalice from the grave!

Laughter, oh , I love it so
comedy by tears is much
truth in secret, precious gold
what men venture forth to touch

Ask me fool, require my time
beat your chest and  pull your hair
bring it forth, all that is mine
give it me, that which I spare

Death, my void of conscious will
what sword of blood will you deploy
be you  brave or be you still?
fainting weak, and then destroy?

Yield! you son of memory
release your shoulder from the weight
ask the blade why do you bleed?
inquire of providence your fate?

Yield, I yield, my quite soul
leave me to this thin despair
there I find you death so old
Life the youth that didn't care

Predictable! you do agree?
Life: surprise, I long to touch
Death: to think he questioned me!
man: I thought I knew so much

Yield my soul! Spirt flee!
Escape by holes of hollow sight!
Where my master? I believe
The flesh is shallow for it's height

I do not care why question now
escape the night, we haven't time
but night is full, completely round
without a star or spark or shine

Life: I know they need so much
frail the skin that holds the soul
Death: I long the warm to touch
let them sleep and never know


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Transubstantiation

Tortured mind that begets vague foreboding,
nebulous thoughts that twist into despair,
reason into mania eroding,
as grimaced lips mumble a nameless prayer.

Guilt as guillotine slices all reason
as blame pierces the faith that once was true,
voice of accusation cries out “Treason!”
for telling taboo secrets about you.

Dark winds howl as winter’s night surrenders
to vanquished faith obscured in pallid light.
Decanted soul, despondency renders
to shadows writhing past all hope in sight.

Yet morning sun in mercy and good cheer,
emits dawn’s light to chase away all fear.


Details | Free verse | |

Imperfection's Beauty

A world only meant for perfection
Sophie can Hardly Breathe
Have you ever thought about Imperfection's Beauty?
Don't Look to the east, stay here with me

We are The Sick
We Are The Chosen
Just to see--Just to be
Imperfection's beauty 


Details | Couplet | |

Hope For A New Generation

The death of a saint, a martyr to some
The death of a hero, a husband to one

A soldier turned humanitarian, he cared for all
He attempted to hurdle that natural barrier, to climb that human wall

To give up his dreams and aspirations
To relinquish his will of self-preservation

To benefit all of human kind
To alter how we interact, to change our time

Such a task he set upon with stalwart dedication
He preached caring and forgiveness, not revenge or vindication

He loved all regardless of their color, religion, or creed
He served everyone, just as he had served his country

With a fire and passion not seen in lesser men
He truly understood what it meant to be human

Yet not everyone shared his vision of peace
More blood was spilled and the fighting did not cease

He carried on despite the pain of knowing so much
He often relied upon the love of his family for a crutch

But there is a point at which every man breaks
His feeling of failure overwhelmed his need to be great

However even in his darkest hour, his hope did not falter
His compassion was renewed with the help of a different altar

A belief built upon the hope that people can change 
He had experienced so much, developed such a broad emotional range

It seemed that he was ready to change us all
What a tragic thing it is when greatness does fall

Alone in the darkness of his room the killer did sit
The hero was shot and killed by a man who was painfully desperate

Seeking a greatness of his own
He wasn’t satisfied with the world he was shown

And so died the dream of the hero, this saint
The martyr departed and his fire burned faint

Yet hope never dies
It is in everything from the way we believe to a newborns cries

We would do well to remember that ordinary people have had extraordinary dreams
Amongst all this bloodshed there is more to life than it seems

We are all here together, for what purpose we do not know
However if we recognize those around us, we can always help each other grow

To always be working towards that next step, to be supporting that re-birth
For love is all around us and it is the most important thing on Earth


Details | Rhyme | |

THE HANGMAN

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Lyric | |

I prefer to chew

I am subject of your objections
your majesty
let us cloak ourselves
 in the moral fabric of religion
and make believe we're royalty
present an image to impress
a new age novelty
a dying breed of humanity
we knock at empathy's door 
beg entrance to the light
gained only from the price of
a thousand lost souls
in their luminescent flickerings
of goldfish in a bowl
a pisces paradise
invading parasite
beguile thy emerald isle
fornlorn the jagged shores
of Erinyes and Norn
feigning faint, a bulimic trick
how we stumble and trip through these doors of perception
by divine intention
a moral invention
you can swallow your god pill whole
but I still prefer to chew


Details | I do not know? | |

My Countless Wishes -Part 1-

I wish 
To be a pigeon soaring in the morning sky
I wish
I have all my issues fly out the windows
I wish
My whole body could simply wither away 
I wish
To start anew and be on a fresh start 
I wish
I had the ability to fly 
I wish
To have a talent of writing cheerful, exquisite poems 
I wish
I could be a wonderful guy 
I wish
I could have a future family and be the best father in the world
I wish
I could have a positive mindset 
I wish
I had the desire to talk things out and live a peaceful life


Details | Free verse | |

Parchement

On this parchment
I am forced to write
That of which I cannot speak

On this oh so delicate paper
I am enraptured
by my under lying thoughts

On this meager piece of material
And this once sharp pencil
I try to express the deepest of emotions

On this once blank loose leaf
That I now read to it's fullest
I find that though I wrote about nothing

On this one piece of parchment
About nothing at all it seems
Is full of something you feel, not just see


Details | Free verse | |

Everyone's Gone

Everyone's gone...
There's no one to look up to...not one...
Not one will be kind enough
To look down and attempt to help me...

Everyone's gone...
I'm beneath the debris
There's no one there to save me...
I'm left to my own misery 

Everyone's gone...
I guess I'll find my way out of this maze
Without any clues
I'm waiting for relief to dawn upon me

Everyone's gone
I'm dealing with so much trauma 
I'm watching for any signs of support...
Hear my echoes of pain...
It drives me insane...
Catch me before I fall off the cliff...

Everyone's gone
I'm all skin and bones
I'm trapped like a hunted animal
The predator took a bite into me...
Don't just watch me suffer...
Deserted in this lonesome state

Everyone's gone
I'm kicked around like a soccer ball 
Hear me as I call...
Help me to stand tall

Help me... 
Reach up to the sky
To feel the coolness seep through me
Help me...
To be inspired to write more uplifting songs
Help me think more positively - help me wave g'bye
Help me...
Forgive me for all of my wrongs...

Everyone's gone
I'm a screwed-up building
I need you to be my backbone 
Straighten me up...help me to be stiff like a soldier
About to enter another horrifying war
Support me today...
And stick with me tomorrow!

I want to let go of the past memories...
Scaring away my happy moments and delights 
I want to smear away the blasphemies…
Obliterating my blissful days and nights

Everyone's gone...
There's no one to depend on...not one...
Not one will be brave enough
To look down and attempt to help me...

Everyone's gone...
I'm beneath the city
There's no one to show me the jolly sun...
I'm left to my own misery 

Everyone's gone...
Fine… I'll find a way to get out of this nightmare 
Without any clues
I'm waiting for relief to give me strength instead of fear 


Details | Quintain (English) | |

Tatyana's Revenge


She stared out the bleak window,
the countryside boredom engulfs her thoughts.
He stared out the bleak window,
the countryside boredom engulfs his thoughts.
Two similar souls, lives so different, in the game of love: they are caught.

She who has the innocence of youth,
he who has grown tired of trifle glamor.
Her eyes caught the gentle sabre-tooth,
His eyes caught the gazelle of innocuous candor.
But it wasn`t enough to revive his lost interest in ardor.

For him she might be just another lady,
but for her he is the core of her first passion,
she spent sleepless nights feeling quaintly.
But when she gathers her valor for a confession,
he turns her down brusquely with a sermon.

Her heart burns with agony and distress,
he still feels nothing, nothing for the poor girl.
When she has moved on she has become a lady who impresses.
Far from her now well-sought existence, 
he realizes his past foolish resistance.

He seeks her once again but is left astounded, 
as he sees not a child of naievity,
but a lady of elegance who not a tear she would shed.
Chasing her, he tries to break free from their past`s captivity,
but she turns him down as he once did, with a sermon, without sensitivity.


**written December 9 for Francince Roberts English Quintain contest :)**

~for those who might`ve noticed, yes, this is based on Pushkin`s Onegin. ~







Details | Free verse | |

LOST down a Dark path

Years i felt it, there was know way out of the abiss, no point in giving a shout, who would hear it and who would care? so alone in the world just as if it was bare. 

My cries went un heard, no comfort i felt, alone to dwell with the cards i had been dealt, 
years of waiting with dark thoughts in my head, untill the same dark path led me to the light instead. 

The feeling of comfort knowing i was saved, my problem was someone elses i could be knowones slave, i thank GOD for saving me from that dark lonely time, knowone else could of reached me, not even myown mind. 

Now i walk in the light never to be alone an i seek to help others in the same way i was shown, so go in peace my brothers and sisters and hold your head high! 
. . never forget in times of hardship GODS right by your side.


Details | I do not know? | |

Ebb and Flow

Our inner secrets
Remain hidden behind fog
We show facets of ourselves
Like diamond ice crystals
Trickling streams of our souls
Dripping from cracked dam walls
We walk through crowds
Burying the inner turmoil
Of our white water souls
Behind hollow smiles
Our emotions heavy like mist
On a black-water lake

Looking up for inspiration
On fluffy white clouds
The warm summer rain
Droplets become a prism
Forming rainbows
The colors sprayed
Throughout the sky
A projected picture of hope
Washing away the darkness

We hope that someone
Would find our
Message in a bottle
Or read between the lines
Of that ripple
The waves radiating out
Like barriers to our strife
Why do we lose ourselves
in this ocean called life?


Details | Lyric | |

Naked and Ashamed -Part 2-

I need some time to reflect
To dive into my imagination…to ponder as I sink
Into my sea of thoughts and paradise...
I'm on a mission... 
To discover a previous prize
Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...
If I could, I could surely give it to you...and fulfill your fantasies
If I could, I could invite you inside my mind...
If I could, I could make you fly away from the world's anxieties 
If I could, I could find
You treasure... Beyond measure 
This feeling has no name...it has no specific label...
This feeling hunts me down like game...but I must remain capable 
Of saving myself and you of course...
Baby, don't get outtah course... You know what I mean
Baby, I want to know what's on your mind...I don't want to force
To answer me immediately...but I want the answer...

Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...
They all say it's greener on the other side of the barbwire fence...
Don't fence me in...with your powerful actions and love... I know you...I ain't dense 

Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...
Hey x3
You clothe me up...
What's up with you today?
I'm naked and ashamed
Turn the other way...
'Cause today is not the only day
I feel so damn afraid...
But hey x3
You make me feel whole
How was your day? 
Hopefully the sky wasn't a shade of gray 

Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...
I wanna make you happy for the rest of your life... And delete the strife
From your stressful, fast-pace life


Details | Rhyme | |

Seven steps to and fro

tears on her pillow
draw her huge billow
drowned in awkwardness
invisible in darkness
 
deafening loud scold 
denial of  mold
memories unbound
plunging her drowned speechless sound

feelings paralyze 
fears demoralize
life's always the same 
words unable to explain

ignorance dictates
returning misstates 
silencing too much
lost the connecting touch

saddening feeling
despite crushed kneeling
bricks building a wall
dry tears tell about the fall
 
time stepping backwards
frightening factors
unwanted distance
lost intense inner guidance

her new world ice glassed 
storms of the lost past
arriving ashore
irreversible once more

she fights frozen air
gazes with a stare 
searching for fires 
her own past never retires 

tears on her pillow
drawn by the willow 
dry frozen in time
fate echoed again her chime

she searches for words
struggles with what hurts
moments of relieve
her wish, dream, truth and belief


Details | Haiku | |

Love light

Love my dark away
Cast out fear, don't drive it deep
Light: for darkness weep


Details | Didactic | |

WHAT ARE THE ODDS?

as a young boy my mother gave my brother and I money to go out and have a day of fun
so on the subway to 42nd street we went on our own now free to run
but before we got to the movie theater we saw a guy at a small table shuffling cards
I played a free hand and won and thought to myself, "hey that wasn't so hard"
on the next shuffle I put our money down 
but then the guy snatched it and started to rush away
he said "get out of here kids the cops are coming" 
and we didn't get to see any movies that day
I still think about that $8 I lost, it was a life lesson I still hold in my heart
as you don't know how life may sometimes be stacked against you, 
you don't always know the odds

Gideon was called into battle by the Lord and the odds were about 10,000 to one
but the Lord God told Gideon, "I will be with you" until the battle is won
God is watching the things we do be they big or small
He's aware of everyone's capabilities and He knows on whom to call
God desires we have no fear and to believe that He'll always have our backs
and no matter the odds stacked against us, He'll be there in the midst of the attack
God will restore thee if you implore He, God will even the playing field
just remember to thank Him and give Him all the glory when the enemy to you yields

It doesn't matter how many people are trying to hinder you or stand in your way
God will even the odds and give you the victory on any given day



Details | Free verse | |

Distressed Like the Weather

Dark, departing clouds waved their last goodbye
My smile transcends and then…descends
Brought down by unexpected departure

This weather stays with me for a while
But, with my trustworthy friends by my side, 
They’ll encourage me to move on—even if I’m sunk deep with regret 
At least I have some numbers to dial!

Anguish once again reigns upon my mind
With God always by my side, 
He’ll clear my pathway and renew my frame of mind

I could pray for a bright future to rely on…
While I wait till the weather’s completely gone 


Details | Free verse | |

What If

what if there was no religion?
what if we spent Sunday mornings in a park, not in a church?
what if people gave out encyclopedias, not bibles?
what if instead of fighting over our beliefs, we celebrated our uncertainty?
what if instead of blind faith, we had insightful curiosity? 
what if instead of religious conviction, we had rational perception?
what if our morals were shaped from real life experience, not from a book? 
what if people were proactive with their concern, and did not pray? 
what if love was unconditional, not contingent?
what if you had freedom, not a plan?
what if people were good, because they are good, not because they are afraid to be bad?
what if people did crazy things because they are crazy, not because they are raised crazy?
what if earth is just lucky to be here, and is not made for you?
what if we lived our life, on our own terms?
would that be so bad?










Details | Sestina | |

Split Temptation

My temptation is great at times in my life.
At other times, it is lost and no to be found.
I know it will always be there within my mind.
It will confuse me and drive me so very mad.
No longer sad, because I have accepted it so,
As a part of my soul and inner self so bold,

Becoming part of me, I am outwardly bold.
I have accepted so richly, building on my life.
No one I know would ever consider it so.
There are so many others that I have found.
Some accept it; others would think I’m mad.
I hold it dear to me, hiding it inside my mind.

I am glad that no one could ever read my mind.
Though to act upon this temptation is bold,
To observe this thing would make someone mad.
So I hide it well inside and continue in life.
Some day my time will come, peace will be found.
No matter when, I understand that it will become so,

Maybe upon my destiny deal it shall become so.
It will never drive me insane and take away my mind.
Reality will take over someday releasing vision found.
Energy shall be released, no sacrifice to be bold.
There will be a new existence known inside of life.
My spirit will be complete and happy, not mad.

This success shall be gracious, not making anyone mad.
I hope that my happiness fulfilled with making it so.
However, possibly not since I will not know of this life.
For all memories of former life will be out of my mind.
To be able to recall my past, could I chance to be so bold?
Possibly souls are warped together and can be found.

Per chance, I could read these words, knowing what I found.
Though it is a possibility, that then I could go insanely mad.
Whatever happens in my soul again, could I be so bold.
I can only hope and pray that someday it will become so.
That the temptation of mine shall share only one mind,
That the combination of two, share just one life,

That truth is found with loving it so.
No longer, mad, in a calmer mind.
Creating someone bold, and compelling life.


Details | Free verse | |

Teal

"and don't forget the pretention"

###########
everyone nodded along as 
the first line Hit 
 cut w-/ Posh .. chugging 
stars , throats end to end slit.

	Schemes o'er everything 
I realise now that you need 
these 'things' , 
imaginary or other wise.	Anything 
to keep the Belief that 
Life is worth living.
	By their ridiculous Forgery 
to emphasise insubstantial shapes , mutilated 
text , colour & breathing connecting Heart 
to Pen under strict obligation 
to remain Nonsense
	Above seperate Action.

I just want to be Honest
	o'er the vicious Cycles of Trend
inspiring by reflection 
	We replace real life as we all 
like Motion Pictures 
	Lost within Code 
he might be you or me Beating 
the walls as we try 
	out these twillight eyes switching o'er
to Terra's Remote viewing 
	zoom ignites thy Bone's hollow Fractures 
happening, pure & simple , we errode
	in a sudden glass moment ...excuse me 
& my obvious slander .. Keeping it real may soon dismay 
at a pulse of Cheekbones ; Paper artic traces flickering on 
nervescreens before our pristine chords reciting
	"Nobody's story" revolving round 
nothing really ... simple words.

Oh Lord its so clear
	All Places & All Times 
		its just us 
trying to make faces in the sky....
		and scream no more dropping 
for
	your daily optic reset calibrating 
BRAND NEW 
	Our CCTV standard view 
	declining to smash utterly as Minute 
Splinters 
	prevent such ink immediate 
between Mind & Matter ,
	Powdered Charcol , meaning the whole 
Legal Judgement satisfied 
		Logic there in  
Personal reasoning & Multi - simplicity
	Leftscreaming up the curb 
as if 
	you were just walking by... Society's Needs 
cackling inhuman . Adverts scattering   w-/ only One 
Purpose 	rocking aby sentence.
		Cast Calm to Create.


Details | Ballade | |

Why aren't they celebrating

Why aren’t they celebrating?

Why do they speak of Jesus
As sad, and miserable?
Why do they only see the cross?
And nothing else at all
He would have been a happy soul
He knew the song of life
Even though they made him suffer
And put him through such strife.

A man who really knows the truth
He can’t be miserable
He can only be in love with life
He can only love it all
The good things and the bad things
Cause he’ll know who he is
He’ll celebrate this life he lives
He’ll live a life of bliss.

Why do they seem so miserable?
These one’s that do believe
Why aren’t they dancing, celebrating?
Why do they seem to grieve?
Why do they fear their God of love?
It seems so strange to me
If Heaven, they are going to
Then these people should be happy.

10 January 2014 @ 1237hrs.



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Prayer

Why do I worry, worry
Worry all the time
I know what I feel
I know what I think
What I don’t know is how do I make them meet?

She said he said (running in my brain)
Looks feeling words 
Washed away

Hypocrite.

Over and round and round about
Feelings
Brain.
Connection?
Jumble tumble rumble bumble
Bumbbling mistakes.

In so deep but not deep enough
Trying to fill the unfillable hole
Trying to reach the unreachable depths
The bottom, so close, falls out.
Why does the wrong direction always look right?
Why is there no simple answer?
Impossible to figure out
Impossible to surmount. 
Too proud, too fallen.
Impossible.

Strangled cry wrenched from bleeding lips.


Details | Elegy | |

Marie III--Is the Coffin Too Deep

So frigid was her immaculate body Her last second in screams is all I can see Love's revenge was my guilt With you I'd rather let you die with Bound hands Without you, Marie, like the psychopath's dream Death is all that I can see; All that could redeem Did anyone ask Did anyone recall The sweet taste of the poison The swift slash of the knife he penetration of the lead The pain of her decaying heart I can hear it's bellowing cries But why can't you, Marie, Hear my paranoid eulogies Is the coffin too deep? Was it so hard to solve Was it so hard to see That I strangled her so easily My nails piercing her comely skin Blood dripping like the pomegranate I crushed with the shovel I shattered her shins The knife to slight her wrists Didn't you see I did it all The only witness Couldn't say Is the coffin too deep? The pain of her decaying hear tI can hear it's bellowing cries But why can't you, Marie, Hear my paranoid eulogies Is the coffin too deep? Marie I cant stay Earth is to cruel when your coffin is to deep Forever in death and in death alone The pain of her decaying heart I can hear it's bellowing cries But why can't you, Marie, Hear my paranoid eulogies Is the coffin too deep?


Details | Choka | |

A Dove with a broken wing

Beautiful specter
Snow white gleaming feathers, weeps
Upon a timber.
Looking up the skies
Calling her kind, haunting cries
She tries over again
One wing up in flight
The other, limp, disabled
No one seems to hear
Tired from struggling she rests
And dreams to be free.
Keeping her wing close
All through the night, believing
And when the morning wakes
Greets the sun with a love song
For no fear roams her new heart
Then deploys her wings
Both, gleaming pure white, extend
With a cry of gladness
She flew to the sun.

By CarolineCecile
Copyright © 12.08.09


Details | Free verse | |

So-Called Good Christians

You have made a choice. 
You have chosen hatred. 
In our Heavenly Father, 
you have chosen not to rejoice. 
He is who spares the most awful dread. 
  
You have chosen to hate me. 
First it was the “N” word, 
the Afro comment, 
and my curly hair. 
Now you hate me 
for the religion 
that I have chosen to be. 
My faith gives me what is right and fair. 
  
I pity you for all your hate. 
But you made it clear my fate. 
A Mormon to this date, 
a Mormon forever. 
Your rage and hate 
prove my faith and 
choice of religion right. 
Your bigoted hatred
I have chosen to fight 
by giving it light. 
I want it 
in everyone's sight. 
  
Your rage and hatred is your only boast. 
But with it you are engrossed. 
Like you, your rage and hatred 
are nothing but compost. 
Heavenly Father, Jesus Christ, and the Holy Spirit 
gives me what I need the most. 
  
And for you, that is just 
too bad so sad. 
  


Details | Free verse | |

The last pages of the book the wizard wrote

stereo
the rhythm goes
and t take me where
it makes me me 
makes me
go off and through this test of fates and complexes and humanity and freedoms 
and assonance with meaning I will lead a future generation 
with a blind man who interprets the messages from hundreds of plate to be 
published into a book of scattered pages 
to be witnessed again and I rule the world once again from the grave 
If you look all over the world
in-between you and me
100 percent running away to not want it
and the crime scene points there finger away from Jesus so he can have a 
vacation back at 
leave me alone to reach me
 and change the message on your machine
cause it might do us good
to have some pure love
even if its spells itself with an “L::
me so I can fathom the ultimatums I’m creating to lead the lemmings away from 
failures and disease 

for today I work with psychic conspiracies escape artists TV police detectives the 
perfect favorite dish 
life to inform the underworld political righteous masses and in the future when 
this comes 
to pass, they will have built my game of life
 with several levels 
of maze like mansions that 
Need of it greed of it
NO lie
Take you there but you have to share 
Life

Fighting for
The unbelievable
Your love
And the rythym goes
And the pounding drones

I don’t know how many games we play’
First I was afraid, by my side
And they all slave away
I learned how to carry on, get along
And they all laugh along
In-between you and this I’ve lost you
And we all know what 
What we want
Your answers
What we want
Your wish
Back from outer space
I wondered was it fate?
Want want want 
What we want
have puzzles and gardens a metaphorical answers and let me tell you, I will lead 
them through that
back middle
dancing business with the world

it might do you good to
Why do you come around here?
and here we are making me go
go
around to the middle go

off
unwelcome walking out the door
laying down to die
surviving how to love


and they deal it and the sterr it and they fear it inside 

I’m running out of here
inside I died
how do we win?
inside of the stereo
stereo


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Between Heaven and Hell

What shall I do
What shall I do in the meantime
In between this heaven and this hell
Believing in God more than what the people tell
What shall I do
What shall I do in the meantime
Under the sun
Never ending Corruption
In between this heaven and this hell

Between zero year and the end times
I've bidden my time
Smoke and mirrors
A day further
Time goes on
That  light on the horizon
Is just a mirage
Just the glare off a shiny nickel in the dirt
Nothing but Despair
The entire world 
In a state of dis-repair
We march on further
Into the abyss

A day further
Time goes on 
So what shall I do
What shall I do in the meantime
In between this heaven and this hell
Believing in God more than what the people tell
What shall I do
What shall I do in the meantime
Under the sun
Never ending Corruption
In between this heaven and this hell


Details | Free verse | |

A second chance

What it must be like inside your head,

To come to a decision that you are better off dead.

To think that there's nowhere life to turn,

A peaceful life is all that you yearn.

Convinced that talking to family and friends,

Will only make matters worse in the end.

They don't need to hear your problems,

You think they've got their own.

But if only you had known.

They are there with you through thick and thin

Family since your life did begin.

They have picked you up when you have fell,

So give them the chance now and your problems do tell.

There is much more to life than just this way,

So please convince your head that you want to live another day.
copyright(c) Susan Logan 2012.


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My thoughts, On thoughts

My intentions are never to misguide you, nor to judge you.. My ambition is clearly to enlighten you, brighten you, hold the stars so close that it feels like they can ignite you...Spontaneous, never erroneous, like 4 leaf clover with a hint of some fairy dust....it surely must not be enough, because you stand as if empowerment was man? your eyes lack sincerity that can be scattered among the land, just so that it could be proven, but what is life breathing having anything to do with, your character, your inherited nature, your mind of a million thoughts untamed and ungrateful? bastards or his children, we all are forgiven. life is not a game there is a reason that its given. though you blind creatures can be easily deceived and tossed to the wolves where not a seed is less treated.. Equality is universal: not spiritual nor commercial, facts are like blood, once it leaves you it hurts you.. The soul is beyond minds read, we cannot fathom nor conceive. but our virtues are still, so for this time we shall believe.


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Padre Pio

St. Padre Pio

Through emmense silence amidst the swell of violence

Take Good care of those he loves;
In certain strange ways in curiosity
With human love one can learn to equate 
Yet for Padre Pio's case;

He had found a love out of a devine source;

In closed minded attributes some err' to escape/
A game in life can't ever be repeated;
A glaciar peak or some coliseum ever heavy seated
When words are not enough expressed

St. Padre Pio knew what mattered best
In solace he rested like most;
Like a lost seagull flying ever higher off the coast
Chosen vestibules in columns of gold then rolled 

St. Padre Pio believed the love of God is inseparable from suffering

The suffering of all things for the sake of God was the way to the soul
His entire appearance looked altered
Through the agony his exposed body felt incapable of living
Suddenly an urge of silence then a stated state of forgiveness

Padre Pio knew the way to live by which to forgive/
With delicate lines being drawn in the sand
Hopefully someday all will understand?
A page has been turned another bridge not to be burned,

To dream amidst the common swell
Barbed wire fences & ancient glow
Shaded scrolls & parchment beds
In delicate images throughout his head

To treasure a red rose that had been plucked a time ago
In certain corridors aware of his presence an offering
Within light of daybreak a swallow would often fly overhead
Shadows bent while shelter lies dormant onto its beckoning call

A pull at the heart will light a spark in time
To greet the great Padre Pio


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Edge

I am situated precariously, poised to fall...
I'm at the finish line, or about to lose it all...
They say God has his plan for me, 
and things will be OK...
I'm not sure that he thinks of me, 
at least not every day...
I'm so close to the edge,
I can feel the winds of change...
After this ordeal is over,
I wonder what will remain...


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Bring me home again

How did I end up here.?
How did I lose my way?
Tossed in this sea of destruction,
I drift further and further each day.
Loneliness surrounds me,
As the waves keep crashing in.
How do I get back ?
Bring me home again
Lost in the tidal wave of confusion
Surrounded by torture and shame
I feel as if I drowning
Immortalized in pain
Imprisoned by my past
Held captive by my mate
Is this all there is to my life
My unquestionable inevitable fate?
There has to be more than this
There must be another way
I refuse to believe You created me
Just to endure this pain every day.
But where do I belong in this great big
Massive world ?
Show me my place let Your will be unfurled
Father, Let the tide turn
Bring me home again


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Fear

Wide eyes
Panic
lips hovering right below a scream
hair pulled into a fist
mouth covered
panicked eyes
wide
heart rattling
fear


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Fire

A fire in my heart
Blazes brightly- for the entire world to see
Caressing the wind
Dancing on the wood
Effortlessly glowing
Feverishly hot


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Final Fantasy

Follow me and I will follow you only to sacrifice and pledge my soul.
Now known only as one!
Soaring in the winds with rapid inspirations exploding one by one,
It is your final fantasy to live again!
Victim of suicide revealed by fate and conquered by the depths of love,
Life of life has just begun!
The warmest touch begs respect for the quality found deep within.
It is your final fantasy to finally begin!
Encouraged by beliefs to uphold the strength of one’s destiny,
Yet, embraced with one final and endless thought!
A kiss of pleasure obscures the kiss goodbye,
Accompanied with its warmth to pleasure your need!
It is your final fantasy to bow down for these borrows and trade.
Subtle with perfection you are as pure as a white dove.
Your desire is to never ever get lost with what you’ve caught.
Insensitive delights begin to dwell from deep within,
You burn and ache for a place to finalize where it is that you belong.
It is your final fantasy to conquer these steps in which you alone have made.
Sacrifice those objectives captured and held in your time!
Acknowledge your very own self with the quality known only by the depths inside of you!
Fly away with me, but only for a moment.
Embrace only that which enlightens the moment seized!
It is your final fantasy to touch and feel everything that you never knew.
Life is our mystery, yet we uphold its true value with our righteous dignity.
Harvest your life moment by moment,
Make it your very own prey for the little ones who never knew.
Gather the sensations and absorb life as you breathe in your every breath of air.
It is your final fantasy to indulge with the intrigued and explore all of these parts inside of 
you!
Release yourself from the depths of love and find what it is that you truly seek.
Life of life has finally just begun!
Looking up and looking down but never looking all of the way around,
The loss of control is the loss that you will gain!
It is your final fantasy to whisper in the dark and to cry in plain sight.
Open minds with open hearts capture the true essence, for they completely belong!
Spirits fly and soar through life with so much energy powered with intensity’s strength.
They find the treasures you’ve always sought but have never found.
Your final fantasy is to escape your darkness and to find yourself inside of this beaming ray of 
light!
 
 


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Watching

It hurts me to see you so,
I swear it's true.
Watching and waiting is all I can do.
They always leave you but I never do.

I see you cry when you don't think I see,
All the tears you shed, they hurt me.
A comfort to you I can never be.
Your eyes, when me they see,
They scream, "Thou dost knowst me!"

Seeking, always, what's in a name,
Forever playing a forbidden game.
Holding back what we know is truth,
Getting other's to believe is like pulling tooth.

So here I sit and watch,
Seeing every blot.
Watching as you try and hide
Everthing that you keep inside.
Wishing that in me you'd find
Someone in which you can confide.
I have nothing for which you must be afraid.


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Spinning Head

As the music is playing
My head is spinning
The notes of the guitar 
Seem to pierce deep inside

Wrapping its icy grip
Around my heart 
And tug tug
On my heart strings

As I sit alone in the dark
With the cold air of winter
That drifts through the  cracks
Cracks of the house

I imagine a better time
A better place in my life
A time when the sun was shining
Down on me  and warm smiles 

The warm smiles of summer 
Were all around 
I guess that's why
The expression is fair weather friends

When the storm brews 
In the distance 
The first sound of thunder
They scatter and leave one alone

Alone as you were at the start
In the end we're all alone
And no one will ever be standing by us
Just us and our maker


(This is not mine but my grandson who lives with me and suffers from depression. His name 
is Cody Waldrop.)


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And Aim

By the blank firing squad we waited as the soldiers
loaded brass tacks and high angled themselves in 
line. Filling the glass lungs stood before that 
apathetic gaze, full by the noon day's glare.
	Bitter Orange cast across the 
metaphors imagery climbing ever higher ;
	shadows play on the ground 
beneath our feet finding a dance partner 
among the gun barrels.
	All  acrawl beneath the skin , cockroaches bury deep
of the American flag passed from this British Eagle
after liberty w-/ out much royalty to country. English stereotypes
spitting on the union jack discuss Page Three monologues 
& the latest Styrofoam protests. Just say a word and Mean it. 
Only impressive once the Media took hold in a slow zoom on 
the Flash Mob mentality breaking out in frustration.
	At a country riddled w-/ apathy and unrequited 
eyeball kicks locked in judging show cycles , especially 
in ink, grasping for the straw to break the camel's back.
If only to go over the edge , finally going Mad ,
always, teetering on the brink . One foot in the gutter 
& in the other in Flintstone-esque traffic. Now 
I'm sure no one's written that before . Left right 
	on my mark, Aim &


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Smear'd Mirror

Looking Dead at me 
In this Smear’d Mirror
A Lost Man;
Tormented.
Face Red, Brittle and Tear’d.
Less Excuses
The Longer I stare.
Stress Abuses
My conscience with a glare.
A Guilty Reflection alerts me,
Prison is Fear
Longing for an Escape 
Plus answers to why I am Here.
Who have I become?
What have I Even done Right?
Crossroads appear suddenly,
As Fog fills the Mirror tonight.
The Darkness Owning the room,
Prefers I suffer Slow.
So I proceed with speed,
Because it’s the only way I know.
Tasteless Stories Flood my Life’s
Hard Bound Chapters
While this Smear’d Mirror Reflects tears 
Dripping from a face
Which was once filled with Laughter. 

JS Lambert


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Blank Page Beautiful Thing Corrupted by Penned Thoughts

Ponder life lost. Ponder gain tossed away as stranger unwelcomed news disturbs slumber. Ponder hope dropped at final moment. Ponder sweet steam rise from tinted windows wild festival in back seat. Ponder terrifying dreams. Ponder surroundings on fire constantly, with slight glance brings pain in witness. Ponder existence. Ponder daily routines twisted by scriptures written thousands of years ago. Ponder emotions unholy shifted focus from where need be to assumed failed relationship. Ponder proved wrong. Ponder second hit radiates pure bliss but little more than illusion that fades. Ponder escape turmoil, trip taken in relapse felt fallen during slacked era. Ponder collapse of great empire. Ponder tomb empty yet awaits next. Ponder open casket sits within sacrifice in sacrilegious manner. Ponder mansion in future to be forgotten by time arrive. Ponder love of shadow. Ponder whisper disappear. Ponder other miserable forever after please. Ponder allow release, captured cabin brought to knees. Ponder open soul yet to be regarded as nuts and dismissed quick damaging. Ponder state of the union not in perpetual conflict. Ponder nations together rather than disruptive to each other. Ponder mother’s thoughts clouded now unable to access. Ponder sunset near she. Ponder dawn still in heat. Ponder lust shut in sinful woe wonderful. Ponder what could be. Ponder past. Ponder pleasure, had however never cause withheld try. Ponder trust eyes. Ponder difficulties arise when tongue tied. Ponder silence.


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Love: bound and unbound

Let love fly
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With ethereal compassion, a soft glow in her eyes,
she picks up the baby eagle, tries to convey words
of eloquent reassurance, sincerely she tries.

Look, June is here this morning; and sun is shining hot; 
last night’s storm belongs to last night; it has left an eagle;
a homeless, hurt, upset baby; it feels forlorn, lost, caught.

She takes it home; makes enclosures; feeds it with love, care.
It still feels solo, alone within, fed by love, fed up.
The enclosure of good concern grows smaller with time’s each turn.
The bird’s soul belongs to the sky; in its eyes silent prayer 
flares up as it cries; shrill piercing call to its own kind.

Let it fly.
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


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