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Motherland's Funeral

In the past, my country
cradled me within her womb,
but our roles reversed.
I held her in my arms,
felt her slip away.

I lost my country today.
Gave her up to synthetic medicine,
deficit spending, 
and pie-charts overseas.

They wrenched her from my arms,
took her from my loving arms
to poke, to prod and draw blood.
I prayed while watching attempts made
at her resuscitation,
as greedy hands held out pens,
prodding me to fill in the proper forms.

The world is on lithium,
the drug has defiled the last drop of clean water.
My country was on lithium,
for her, the vibrant colours turned into dull grays,
and in the end, her heart gave way 
from having spent too many decades 
trapped within a gilded cage.

She had an organ donor card -
her organs were sold off one-by-one
while she still clung onto life.
Her organs were removed,
replaced with waving flags
and roaring stadiums.

Men from every standing, race and creed,
groped Motherland's body
after causing her to bleed.
Many men had laid with her. 
Oh, how they did.
At least some men showed decency,
graced her with meaningful caresses.
But they were far and few between -
between the rape, miscarriages and spoils.

Lithium is being slipped into my drink,
into my food, into the very air I breathe,
so daily I purge,
horrified by my country's overdose.
She looks decrepit, splayed out in the morgue,
a cardboard ticket hanging from a big toe
like an empty, whorish price tag.

I will have to give her a proper burial in my mind,
for they are going to have Mother embalmed,
encase her in a glass coffin,
and put her on display.

Our Mother passed away,
yet the land is here to stay.
I will walk across clear-cut ridges,
pass through neon-lit distractions
as a gypsy vagabond.
From now on, the territorial lines
mean nothing more to me than rules to follow.
The shell of this country remains, 
Nationalism has turned empty-hollow.

I lost my country today.
Gave her up to synthetic medicine,
deficit spending, 
and pie-charts overseas.

I lost my country today,
held her in my arms,
watched her slip away,
felt her slip away.





April 30th, 2012


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Flowers,,,Beautiful Flowers

Flowers...beautiful flowers.

These flowers will not replace my friend.
Their beauty will soon go the way of life-
Fade and wither and then take flight.

Piled upon this mound of dirt to mark our sorrow,
Offered as a sacrifice to soothe our souls.
Petal nor thorn could save this rose.

Like flowers cut down in height of beauty,
This face that bloomed and wore big smiles,
Is covered here to rest awhile.

Then beyond the markers numbered many,
Placed in rows to make order of death,
I saw something that took my breath.

Flowers...colorful flowers...that filled
The field yet fallow...waiting for the day
When friends and family gather...and pray.

Flowers...beautiful flowers.


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And Now For Something Completely Different

The sun rose in the west today – or, perhaps, I was standing on my head?
I went to a funeral for my very best friend, but the chap wasn’t even dead!

Said he wanted to be eulogized while drinking a pint of beer.
I think the things we said about him, weren’t exactly what he wanted to hear.

“He was, or is, an egotistical old bastard – doesn’t surprise me in the least, 
that he wants to attend his own funeral service – God, what a horrible beast!”

And that, my friends, was from his Mom; the best friend a boy ever had.
“When finally they put his body in the ground, I think we’ll all be glad.”
Egad!

Global warming took a holiday, as the snow piled up real high;
that bugger for whom we passed the plate, took out his wooden eye.

The casket was full of cold cuts; The bartender doubled as the priest; I took another shot of tequila, while the sun started setting in the east. The ladies started undressing; my organ started to rise; I played Beethoven’s “Requiem”, with it pointing to the skies.
The only tears that were shed today belonged to the corpse who was still alive – His ex wife sang that old Gloria Gaynor tune, “You know, I will survive!” The next time he throws a party for himself, I think he’ll choose a different theme – And maybe the people who come and get drunk won’t be so awfully mean!


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Barricaded Babies

Nightmares tore her sleep with unseen teeth.
Her small thin legs in constant cramp from dream running.
She was only a child, but not the only child,
beside her, across a gap of oaken floor, in a matching bed I slept.

Whimpering brought me near,"Tell me good things," she'd say. 

"Make me sweet dreams." And I would snuggle her close.

"Warm, small, cuddly kittens," I'd chant 
and "chocolate bunnies to chomp."

The memories long gone, linger on. 
I remember her wet cheeks 
and sheets of woe night after night,
until the wee girl began to grow, 
to shield with the only things she knew food,
with food for thought and form sated
sleep came easier.

She grew through the nightmare of longing
our home, she grew to and past me
little mother, big mother,
she sang the songs of love to dolls,
to kittens, to stray dust-motes
and grew.

Too sweet to linger in the lost land 
where battles must be found and fought.
Too dear to go through life alone, 
need...garnered, family formed
upon the rack of sustenance
and the twist of genetic curdling's
she blooms still.

Barricaded at intervals from the nightmares,
cramped with too large a soul in too fragile 
a form, sister mine, friend of all.....


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Slouching Toward Ferguson

His life was gentle, and the elements
so mixed in him that Nature might stand up and
smolder

bodies in unregistered cars idling softly toward oblivion

some quick to anger
some quick to profit
some quick for justice
some tigers lapping blood
some mothers still at 3AM

hands on shoulders with coos commanding
that in a tear and turned cheek there be 'integration'

parody: an orphan annie reboot
parody: 'little black sambo 'round the tiger pit he go!'

we have rioted the last of our colors
bleated them with flexed toes to the wall at the edge of the universe to reverberate starless between
eternity
nothing
and madness

we have bleated the last of our colors
with centuries gone by without tongue, sockets or lobes

we will bleed the last of our colors
some quick to die
some quick to steal
some quick to burn
some quick to 

lend me your car keys

in a night of full of Alarics
I will bury you

in a night full of piccaninnies
I will melt you to butter

in a night where flames are fishhooks
Sir I need you to step back please

O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,
that
we have cried Havoc
let slip
and with purple'd prose stamped this hollowed earth

We who have lived so long
Sir?
shall with our breath turned mist
I need you to
stain only under stones
step
that pave with slippery breath
back
a headline for last weeks massacre
step
and tomorrow's graves
I need you to
I drew a line in the sand and you crossed it They are not breathing
Look! Look there!
No. I will not.
He dies


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God's Dying Sky

Man's made sky.
The sky's known beginning and unknown ending.
I look to the sky because I'm interested about the unknown.
I should look to the sky for answers I all ready know.
Sometimes I find myself giving the sky a quick gaze.
Then three hours later, find myself in a complete confused daze.
Is this caused from my interest about the unknown.
Or by subconsciously soul searching for answers I all ready know.
The adventurous flow of the sky brings me much needed hope.
Especially when man has the world headed towards a down spiral slope.
Sometimes while focused on the sky, in some type of trance like steer.
All I can feel, is its man's created fear.
Thoughts of how it was once so pure and how now oil based waters brings no cure.
Man's made sky.
the sky's known beginning and unknown ending.

American Ocean Billy's  ( black gold that is ) 6-3-2010


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Funeral of a Surrealist

Funeral of a Surrealist

Surrealist’s funeral is held in the air,
yet, his coffin is not carried by a supersonic speed plane 
flying through the open sky—altitude higher than the stratosphere,
gazing at the sun or a blimp drifting away, in the air, in a leisurely way, looking down upon the earth

but on a cloud pulled by an old eyeless pack-horse(1)—
the horse lost his eyes stealing a glance
on a flawless beautiful naked goddess on a moonlit night,
surrounded by a dense fog that makes everyone unable to see
the sky or the earth. 
	
The funeral procession, though no one follows, we hear the wail, 
someone must have crept up from underworld or descended from above, they follow the funeral procession.  

As the sadness long held in a heart bursts, 
the wail becomes louder and when it becomes louder, 
furious Zeus frustrated from failing to rape a mortal maiden, 
condemns the mourners “why the wail, impudent mortals!” 
and casts thunderbolt to pierce the heart of earth, then
the deafening roar grows louder and swallows the mourners’ wail.
 
As the mourners’ wail die down
dark clouds rush together in the sky, 
they pour onto the wilderness and become a torrential rain.  

The water rises, the mountain floats, time heaps up high;
a lonely boat passes through between streetlight poles  
lower than the river bed; when all the waters 
have poured into the sea a rainbow appears,
but it’s odd! only three primary colors hangs on 
the mountaintop, as if it wants to say something on its mind.

As rainbow fads away, Apollo hastens through a clear sky
driving his golden chariot chasing game;
I would rather hold my children’s corpses  
fallen from Apollo’s merciless arrows in my arms 
and become a lifeless rock with the never ceasing tears(2) 
than to live long as the weight of a handful of dust 
withering, shrinking and decaying under his blessing.(3)

Is that why, the surrealist’s corpse 
pulled by old eyeless pack-horse strikingly resembles 
a blasphemous artist wearing a pointed-up mustache 
with gold-chained melted watch in his vest pocket?(4)

Is that why, though his body is eaten by the worms(5)  
not able to obtain Peter’s sanction(6) to enter either paradise or hell?
Is that why, he is wandering in the air(7) surrounded by 
a thick cloud holding a piece of saecula saeculorum
with disabled two fingers stripped off from
the mustached artist’s distorted watch? 


Note:  1. Tiresias  2. Niobe  3. Cumaean Sibyl  4. Dali  5. Baudelaire  6. Matt 16:19  
7. Oedipus 


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Early mourning

I sift through his Taoist rants
searching the brilliance and madness
for something to make sense; to inspire.

And he does not insult me
with the dust of dead men
though dust is what remains.

Ash falls through my fingers,
as promised, plenty of his own decay,
pure and uncontaminated,

his spirit whispering remembrance;
his legacy blowing in the wind
captured in my heart and lungs.
______________________________


*Loss contest November 3rd, 2012


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Under the Tall Trees

Of dust, of dirt;
suspended, lost, remarkable.

Of no merit;
forgotten, under the tall trees.

And bury him;
No accurate history serves.

Under cross;
buried in sand,
buried in dirt.

His face will carry forth,
past this miserable state.

To birth,
to die;
forth not.

Behold;
of man, 
of earth.

Of dust, of dirt;
suspended, found, 
frozen in time.


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THE ACTION OF WORDS

"Each experience is locked within my heart and only I hold the key..."  

Please do not edit the quote , or add anything to it, use as given. 

It can be the first line of your poem if that is what you want

FAMILIARITY GROWN STRANGE, COMFORTS NAUSEATED.
CARRESSING HANDS CAUSING SHUDDERS WITH 
THEIR CLAMMY COLD TOUCH.

PASSION PAUSES IN YOUR AVERTED EYES, 
WHILE YOUR LIPS PRETEND TO SAY OTHERWISE.
THIS EMOTIONAL HAULOCOST
CAUSING MY ARMEGEDDON.

IF ONLY MY HISTORY, 
IS TO REMAIN, RATHER
THAN REMAIN THE MOMENTS,
OF MY PRESENT REPEATING THE,
SAME SONGS OF SORROW.

METHOIC MEMORIES HYPNOTIZING EXISTENCE, 
PASSIVELY,
OBSERVING OTHERS ALLOWING DISTANCE. 
BETWEEN SELF AND SENSE, 
SEARCHING, THRU CROWDS OF CONFLICTS,
WITH THE OCEANS OF EYES IN THE HORIZON DROWNING,
IN THE SEA OF LIFE.


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Bystander

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


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You Shall Never Die

I remember the day we met It was the best day of my life I can’t bring myself to forget you For you are a part of my soul I remember the hour I first loved you I know it—I still do And I will never love you less As the years progress I forget about my sad affairs When I reflect upon that day Though our communication died, I still feel there is a way… I do away with the misery As I look into your eyes Your haunting face in a photo Is a living enmity in my heart You shall never die As long as I wait for a new day And lift you—my future! By the grave I will faithfully stay No! It is not a permanent goodbye We shall thrive together again As one mind and body Till then—lie still and I will pray, “May that new day come today”


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Phantasmagoric Moments

For one moment I thought
Moons stars and kingdoms,
Humbly yielded to the spell of your tongue;
For I would never miss such an honour
When my heart still dies in front.

From the gravest yard in my groans,
In those rainy eyes of autumn,
You stole into the fragrance of my desert red bloom;
Despite the venom in my features,
You killed the old beast in my gloom.

For one moment I thought
Flowers, bees, and dew drops
Had never been bleeding forever;
The honey have they made
Fell us in love like a feather.

For one moment I thought
We stumbl’d upon each other.


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Remember what I taught you

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


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


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City of Shadows

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


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Wisps

"Friend,
Mind wandering through misty woods.
You don't understand your purpose.
Friend,
I knew you too little,
Please do not shed your salty emotions,
Not out of anger, not out of sadness.
Friend,
You now lose your way so easily,
You sink, you burst, you burn inwardly.
You weep from frustrations, 
From the guilt of an honest smile,
From pains, that you forget for a moment,
That come swiftly back to haunt you of your loss.
I understand, dear friend.
You once had a light and the woods seek to snuff it out.
Do not fear, dear friend,
Friend follow me, as I once did you.
Friend, now you see?
Yes, you see,
The little wisps in the fog that guide us home."

~In memory of Bill Hamman, and all else who have suffered the pains of Alzheimer's


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Note for the faint hearted

When she was born she had no father,
spent nights in the streets to feed her mother,
who was diagnose with a disease cancer,
she strolled the streets naked for suitors,
the life was worse she became a call girl.

As the sun rose she headed to her homestead,
weak frail with nothing to show but her instead, 
she saw her her mother still as a log dead,
she shoved her side to side but she was dead.

She sobbed and wept for three consecutive weeks,
her relatives came and tried to comfort her weak,
her body was soul less for she was now alone,
living this life without her parent was steel hard,

As the months passed she could not pay her rent,
her landlady threw her out like a rat to pitch tent,
she lay by the side work she now call her house pent,
begging was her routine just to collect small cents

Every night she wore a half knitted dress,
ready to sell herself because she was a mess,
every suitor passed her because of her scent,
she was now devastated almost to the edge of death.

One day as she begged beside the street,
her self surrounded by dirt covered in a sheet,
a man saw her and felt pity on her soul,
he took her by her hand and told her come.

Like a good samaritan he clothed and fed her,
told her to clean up for she would be househelp,
she neither rejected nor accepted the offer,
but when evening camethe house was clean.

In years to come she became the talk of town,
The good samaritan married and left her in town,
She was now stable fit for her  to bear a crown,
as she is now the director of the biggest orphanage in  town

Life may seem cruel at some point in time,
but know that god has a way to change it,
we may live on the edge of of life,
but just believe and it will be alright


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Grandma

There's not much to say.
I knew her, know some things,
but certainly not all.

I know how little she put up with fools,
how her cooking surpassed so many others',
how simultaneously sweet and hard she could be.
I know about her smoking,
about her jewelry, her faith,
all these I'll hold close to me.

Every single spark, every star,
shines with such a glow, such a marvelous radiance,
that we can't gaze too closely at it,
lest we cause ourselves pain.
And yet, despite ourselves, again and again,
we do;
because it's not within us to resist
the sheer beauty of it all,
of stories and of life.

A bouquet of tulips for you.
We all miss you already, Grandma.
I miss you.
I know Heaven's got you, taking no guff as always,
making sure we're all doing alright.
I love you.
Andrew James (McGillicutty) Sprouse


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Funeral

Jesus said there would be gold
But all I see is caskets and grave stones
Jesus said there would be gold
But all I hear is weeping and grieving
Jesus said there would be snow
And I believe him
Because I can see the buffalo roam
And the old men growing old
And the frozen tears that tell us their gone
We chose to see the windows
And rainbows
And flashy dollars that ignite the soul
We settle for materials
But let’s all try to stay gold
They said if only you can imagine them
Dancing with God
Laughing with God
Crying no more with God
But here we are with tear soaked sweaters
And handkerchiefs tied in little bows
For those who have lost
Goodbye evermore
Jesus said there would be gold
If the breeze has you backwards holding your cold
And the spark of your engine won’t ignite
And your grandfathers words don’t seem quite right
And we all think we’re too skinny, too slender, too plump
And were rackin around thinkin everyones too dumb
Like these hands that were holding seem to never be enough
Like our whole organs seem to go numb
And the brisk walks we take freeze our knees 
And the door won’t open because we don’t have the keys
Jesus said there would be gold
Up there going round
Like the roundy wheels where you get sushi in town
But all I see is beers and wine
This drink that I’m holding
This list I am writing
This pack that I’m smoking
This lip I am smacking
This knuckles I am cracking
This wind that is blowing
Makes me keep thinking
Who will I be when I’m six feet under
Like the girls in the casket
And my cousins that are no longer breathin
And my family that keeps on tearing
And my mother that can’t stop weeping
Jesus said there would be gold
Can we tell where it is
Where we are
Who we’ll be
Six feet under to a world with he
And I can see them playing
With a cross their wearing
With their feet a clacking
With their knees not shaking
And their ears a hearing
And the sounds of the angels
Can’t dance around the word at a funeral
Jesus said there would be gold
But all I see is caskets and grave stone
Jesus said there would be gold
And I believe him
Because I can see them smiling
I can see them laughing
I can see them prancing
I can see them running
Jesus said there would be snow
And there was
Covering our boots
Near the grave stone we stood
And the songs of angels
Can’t tip toe around the tears at a funeral.






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Losing pieces

Oh, how I miss the dead…

... the softness in their voices
That I cannot recreate,
the warmth of their silence
Where now only cold remains;

And I know, oh how I know
That they are long gone
And I have been long removed
From those fuller times
But still, when I feel around my heart
I find that it is missing things
Parts long lost and dearly missed,
And I sit here feeling fatally incomplete
And I know-  that I can never be whole again.

But I still miss the dead,
And I miss the times
When I never knew
That I would live on
Missing the days when I was whole…

-So I still miss the dead
And the times when I was not hollowed by loss
Living every day with a lighter heart
So far from the times
 	when I would never be whole again.

And now, so far removed
from fuller times,
These few missing holes
they let in a chill wind
And somehow, these missing holes
they leave my heart heavy
And I know that it will grow heavier yet,
But I dread
That when I am lost
I die not just incomplete
But empty-
	Empty of all I could yet lose.


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The Old Salt

The Old Salt was a special man who came along in a time
when he was needed most.

A time that is now gone forever.
When men believed and sacrificed, when hero’s walked the earth in mass.

When patriotism was not just a word
but,
by what men lived and judged the worth of each, 
a man who lived a life most of us cannot comprehend. 

An era now gone as this warriors tour of duty ends at this station, 
and begins anew in the heavenly fleet. 

Sail on Sailor into your unaccompanied tour,
we salute you.

What greater honor, that when a man moves forward, 
he leaves behind in each of us the best of what he was. 

A defender, protector, supporter, victor, a warrior, 
the last of the breed from an era when ships were made of wood
and men were made of steel.

The Old Salt has reported for duty that takes him away from us for now. 

Those of us who remain behind,
remember, and will continue to remember, 
because he now resides forever in our hearts.

As I look up at night, I envision The Old Salt,
a beret draped just above the eye, 
as he draws upon his pipe, 
quietly he waits.
The guardian of heaven’s gate.



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I am shy

I get nervous in front of crowds
my first words are usually shaky
I can stand straight but take a few steps 
in a direction corresponding with that awkward moment
you realize
everyone is listening, interpreting, judging, sympathizing
just trying to understand
the first time I gave a speech was 6th grade
the teacher said its hard speaking in front of a class
who wants to try?
I got brave and took the spotlight
only to find I was blinded
and at a loss for words
show and tell was stress
I ate my silence
I just want to connect, on a grande scale
fast, quick, and easy
The only speaking that mattered 
was my great grand mothers funeral
I was the oldest of a generation
I spent a while getting my thoughts down
what I said lasted only a few minutes
the words echo in my head
have been
and probably will till death
I want to lead a group into chaos
get everyone to dance
become wild creatures fleeting on our fairest fancies
seek joy and fearlessly love
express in a healthy way
be aware
I'm just trying to connect
I am shy


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A Goodbye from All of Us

From that day to the next week, snow, rain and sleet -no sun.
Everything surrounding us is black,
Precious presents become precious past
Blurred cloudy water filling our vision
All together we grip, holding tight to memories taken,
Memories that have become dreams at night and haunt are days.
Were you ever here, my friend?
We whisper what could have been.


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Conspiracy: Who Killed The Easter Bunny

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

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

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

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


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Mourning

Empty lockets
dangle softly
from crooked necks--

dappled granite
faces west
where the sun sleeps--

whispered prayers
linger quietly
as a child weeps.




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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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The River home

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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I'm A Faggot

It's not a secret I've ever 
hidden;
A truth that was burned to my 
skin,
Sewed into my lips and voice,
Broken with every step of my 
feet. 
You can't hide me like a dying 
corpse,
Not rotting flesh with a vivid 
maggot;
I won't lie to you like some,
I know that I'm a faggot.
I'm different from you, and yes,
You can judge me.
Everybody else does so go 
ahead.
God made me to live
But some think I should be 
dead;
Tell me what you think,
Tell me what you really think.
I see your face like a thief,
Coming in the night to stab me
Where my spine lays to sleep.
But I've seen a different face in 
the sun,
One of the two that you carry 
so well.
You pretend to be my friend 
while
You slither your reptilian 
tongue
Along the ears of my enemies.
You whisper words of hatred,
Caress minds with death.
The innocent mind in the hands
Of a suicidal savior;
Jesus Christ the master,
Satan the sinister.
You can look at me and laugh,
But you'd never tell me you did 
it.
If indeed I am a rotting corpse-
-
Skin as black as plague,
Teeth and eyes rotten and 
feasted upon, 
Body destroyed by judgement--
Then you would be that 
corrupted maggot,
Feasting on my flesh for life.
I'm not scared to admit it,
I know that I'm a faggot.




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Good Morning Doctor Death

Waking up five in the morning,
and looking the dawn's sun rise,
to start the day with a yawn and strech.
Smell the morning dew,
as you go and retrive the morning newspaper,
filled with tablots of lives more intresting than yours.

You wave to your hand to your neighbor,
who you don't like, still you say, "hi"
Why?
It's just the nature of the human being.
You turn and go inside,
you feel some pain on your leftside.
All those milkshakes and hamburgers
caught up to you.
What do you do?
Not much, you can do now,
You fall to the ground, clenching your chest;
you call out for help, but no one comes.
You see your neightbor, but he doesn't mind.
See he hated you as well, like you hated him,
and he is glad to see you fall to your
knees and beg for Mercy.

Oh no! here he comes,
Doctor Death, no not Jack Kavorkian,
No! the big cheese,
the Creature that prays on black souls,
just like yours.
Doctor Death come on down! Come and clam your prize!
Good morning Doctor Death! I'm ready,
Are you?


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Gene, Gene, the Singing Machine

(in memoriam, Eugene Lawler, d. January 29, 2012, aged 83 years)

--- Note:  "The singing machine" is a not so tongue-in-cheek reference to Gene and his penchant for singing whenever and wherever he wished, as well as to his karaoke
equipment and his nickname at bars that featured karaoke nights. ---


You fancied yourself a singer,
and indeed you were.
What songs we heard from you
you had made your own,
and you gave them freely
to all who would listen
(though we were just a few
who were, at times, inattentive.)
Time and remembrance may color
the images you left behind,
and the sentimental songs
you sang (and scribed on silver disks 
for us to hear when, and if, we will)
may prod us to recall
your willful, dour demeanor
which could bloom into benevolence
or darken further in stormy sneers
at tardiness, or at perceived
maltreatment of any sort.
You were your own arbiter of behavior
who kept before you expectations
of what was appropriate, for yourself
and for us, the others of your kind.
We were few (still fewer now),
who flocked together on occasion
to celebrate, in quiet fashion,
whatever anniversary we chose --
perhaps your passing date
will become another to be marked.
And your voice, reproduced mechanically,
amplified, may remind us of our loss,
and of yours.  


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A Granddaughter's Pain

That horrible day she heard those words.
The cawing of those dreadful birds.
The pain in her chest found its way to her eyes.
Her breath came out in only short sighs.
Her sister there to hold her hand,
Trying to be strong for the both of them.
The day had come, they knew it would.
But faster than it probably should.
They made as much noise as they possibly could.
Anything to  keep away the silence of death,
And as the tears kept falling, 
they did their best,
To try and forget this disastrous mess.
But as hard as they denied it, 
they knew it was true.
He was gone from this world, 
wasn’t meant for it too.
The last words he spoke, 
were held to be true.
“ when all the feelings had been felt,
And all the tears shed.
Let the acceptance begin.”
They echoed again and again.


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Never So Gracious

A full moon night to my delight what is so wrong with doing what's right nothing is right after so long no use in complaining time to move on The Dream Water one day might take me away farther from the comfort of familiarity I float on my back then shut my eyes my body now sinking into ocean arms open wide Now swallow your son back to his nature when he is no longer needed to stay here the next generation are dooming themselves they need my experience to guide them through hell Why should I bother on my own, I strive through I turn my back on the thought of bothering to save you alone in this world my, is it spacious I'm finally smiling, never so gracious.


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Family Warmth

Times shared with kinsfolk are second to none
It was a serene and jovial eastern climate
Atmosphere was full of character
Sitting under the shadow of avocado tree
The moonlight beaming through the aperture of the leaves
The enticing and awe-inspiring sound of ‘Oja’- the African flute
Blaring mixed rhythm of ancient folklores,
Flowing through the sky and leaving imprints on the minds
The drum beats bringing to life the spirits of dead kinsmen 
Every stomp of the feet reminding us of our fallen legends
Calmly hours moved slowly with the cycles of past memories
Smiles melted into laughter, memories turned into scripts
If I could hold eternity in my palm, I would make this time endless
Life is such a lifeless object without family.


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The Sun Rose Again - Part Three

                                              Maybe??!!


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The Garden Of JESUS

The Garden Of JESUS Jesus has a garden, a beautiful site to see. One that is breath taking, for anyone that goes there will sure agree with me. In His garden He has only the best flowers that anyone could ever see. He came to Earth one day. A special flower He was looking for. He went to many places looking for that special one, Than He saw my mother and said - she is the one that I'm waiting for. He closed her eyes and told her, I am taking you home, so my garden you can adorn. As we saw her leave with Him - we couldn't help but cry, but we also felt some joy as we saw her by His side. Mother we will miss you, but we know where you are at. You are at a very special place - where they only take the best. The Angels are very happy, they are going to celebrate, they heard that you were coming and a banquet they prepared, for you my dear mother, because you are now one of the best....
07/15/2013 Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo


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My Time Has Come

My Time Has Come

My time is over here in this body
I am being called home as my work is done here
I hear my Lords voice calling me home
Although I know I will miss this old world 
With all that I have seen and done
All the People I have met and talked to
My body can go on no more for it has reached it’s time

Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS
Copyright 2013

http:paladinnews1.blogspot.com


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My Grandfathers Dying Wish

See problems they no worry Timothy
He was raised by his Great Grandmother
One day she taught him
Miho you can make life beautiful or ugly
Work hard, find a woman who has a strong back
Beauty fades it doesn’t last long
Now let me tell you 
A woman with a strong back may not be your perfect companion
Times are changing, I think Faith is more important these days
I say okay Grandma, can I have the horachata now that you made me
No hush up! You can have it when I’m finished talking
Timothy come your poor Grandfather wanted you to have this
It is his Journal and I have never read out of it
She hands it to me
I am struck by it’s cover, it is brown and plain
Yet it spoke to me by it’s elegant style
These words were printed on the cover “Blanco Vendetta”
I was drawn and pulled in untill I was covered by the spell
The first page I open too it says “My first Mil Besos”
The Temptess that blew my heart away
I turn to page 33
It says “The story of an Apache Warrior”
There are no rules to an Apache Warrior when it comes to fighting
He says if you are my enemy I don’t care how but I’m gonna kill you
Page 41 is like a fist full of words thrown across the page
Barrio boxing, The protection of the Shield of Faith
Brokenhearted for my careless speech has left her heartbroken
Strengthened by Love “Amor”
Nourished by the sunshine in her hand
There is healing in its beams
Blessed by her presence Del Dios I am Greatful
I’m like Grandpa what did you say wrong
Then these words come to me
Give her your full attention when she speaks to you
Because the Heart of the Wise studies how to answer
So I close it and my finger brushes a bookmark
It’s the Last page
It says To: “Timothy my son who is as mighty as an army”
I Thank you for the Greatest Gift
For the Greatest Gifts are as small as your small hand that touched me
I plant these seeds and they will take root and grow because you are good ground
Timothy let me say That without you I would of never found my Faith in GOD
Listen for it is your Grandfather who is dead and speechless
Timothy you see the good in everything
And I know you will understand my words clearly
If a man gives you his word
Promise me not to plan your future on it
And if you give your word my son
Do everything in your Power to fulfill it
AND NEVER Promise more than you can deliver 
For it is better to put out more than you promised
Everyman is considered unwise when he appears foolish
I wish I could give you some insight about women
But your Great Grandmother may help you better than I can
But never timothy, Never be quick to fall in Love 
Or give your heart to a woman
Listen carefully to her words when she speaks to you
Cherish Her give her your full undue attention 
Because the Heart of the Wise studies how to answer
Love your neighbors as yourself
And do not strive against another man
If he has done nothing wrong to offend you
AS much as it is possible live peacefully with all men
And it is okay for you to speak these things with your Great Grandmother
She is a very wise and God-fearing woman
Amor take the greatest care of her, I Love you Son
Timothy when the time comes to avenge my death
Hit harder then you ever have before
But not in a Duel son, not like an open Vendetta
Marry his daughter Maria
The one who is pretty and Two years younger than you
Oh! He will suffer greatly!
And it will kill him to know that I chose this way to repay him
And remember son to be ready to fight any man at the drop of a hat


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Silence

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


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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


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how it feels to be stalked by a serial killer and have no one care

how many people in your life that have been murdered?
probably none
my grandfather was a war herp
coma tosed
to have his wife a cripple
so i could run away scrambling from bs people for the rest of my life

11 tragic deaths in my life,
my family and friends
and their family and friends dropping like flies

the bills sent for the ambulance ride
leave me wondering why did you even bother come
to pretend to save my life
to wake me up and send me out the door
without being able to thank the people who just kept me alive

4 suicides, and im the lucky one to survive mine
4 murders have taken place in my life
and three tragic accidents

i have no idea what it would belike to see my family smile
theyre all dead

nothing but bs people come to watch me cry
who dont know who i am
never talk to me
and have no time for someone like me

off i go back to the hospital for more poison
and brag about malpractice
my stomache that cant digest any thing without pain or discomfort
but hey off your meds i can finally achieve an erection

love music by the way
the terrorist psychological attack with my name on it
offering me reason after reason to cry
what do i need another excuse to hate you

the politicians i cant contact
the police force harassing me
breaking my door down to ransack
stalking me to hand out tickets
breaking my nose afer a hostage situation

and its the bs people who tell me 
trying to kill myself was the right thing

the military doesn't care
but make things happen over night

love watching you walk around in your underwear
at my pity party to be happy for you
but im not
im jealous
i hate you for it

your bs people
like these poetry sites with no clue
nice poem huh?

what a read....

go die
maybe after i get crippled they will have the heart to shoot me
but i doubt it
been raped, and tortured, and drugged, and beat by police, and held hostage
to be cyber stalked and have my accounts compromised
off and on and off and on
for 13 years

go kill yourself
war pig loser nation

what do you want me to say?
i know why people drop bombs now
i truly do

put me in a tank
and suck my d ick
existance is my enemy anyway
i hope he quits bothering to live

screw you face book
and twitter is a terrorist organisation
go ask microsoft


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Nice Day for a Funeral

Written by Gail DeBole
In memory of my grandfather

Nice Day For a Funeral I (You were always old. I can't remember a time when you were not.) Cried (And you had no past before the first time I became aware of your presence.) When (The weather huddled the mourners together. It was a cold day, but the sun was out to pay its respects, also.) They (I huddled with the rest. Echos of the service left a sad taste in my soul.) Lowered (The Rabbi had spoken of you like an old friend.) Your (And convinced me of your close lifelong brotherhood with him.) Casket.


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Like the frightened Jackrabbit, I run away from Love

Jump up and down like a jackrabbit
running through meadows
running from what?
Could it be heartbreak,
a venemous snake that hides in the grass,
hiding with fangs ready to pierce the tender skin
upon the tight, bronze flesh of everyday life?
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye now!
I need a vacation a long way away from the faceless smiles
and ignorance of young girls, who don't look at you,
who don't show you love and respect.
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye now,
as jumping spiders hop everywhere, crawling eight legs around me
my soul black like carcoal, but my heart still beating
slower this time, not like the days before
and like the jackrabbit running from anything and everything,
I run to seek love and vanish away from the empty voids
that people call, their souls.
Recording a film with no tape,
talking to a woman you love, but not having the guts to tell her how you really feel
Jump my boy, like a jackrabbit, take my advice
tell her before she leaves
turns down the endless avenues of endless dark love
the trees grow taller, taller than you
and you sit there feeling away yourself die, missing out in life.
I cannot see you lose your love.
Say it, say it, Say it!!! Tell her! Tell her! Build the guts up!
Build up the courage, tell her how you feel. Take her by the hand and never say goodbye! Never say goodnight, stay with her till the flight comes in the morning
of the first rays of sun shine through your dorm room take her and love her!
Do not be like me, the jackrabbit! I see no happiness
Reading poetry it makes me sad,
to write of others falling in love and I never finding the one.
People tell me, you'll find yours, have hope
but I am a frightened little jackrabbit
who flees from sounds of deep emotions, not having courage to fall in love,
not building the guts up to tell her how I really feel.
She walks alone, I find my oppertunity and sing my love song
She smiles and moves on,
please tell me I cannot fight anymore.
All I have to say is Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye
I need a vacation
to go to some sandy beach on an island of love
and write and write and write, the same poetry that depresses me
but makes you all fall in love with words!
Fiction about love stories, please kiss me
Blue eyed death comes, plays a game of chess with me
I bet twenty, he bets my soul
Kiss me death, the only love I'll ever get,
besides my poet friends who kiss my ass
Listen to my heart, truely, I don't write of beauty
I write for the sorrow soul, the fleeing jackrabbit
running away from love.....


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DEDICATED TO ASHLEY DAVIS

our tears fall
this seems so unreal
it was just the other day
that we heard your laughter
saw your smile
but now we're crying
remembering you
wishing you were here right now
telling you jokes
and laughing out 
but now your gone
heaven above
we love you girl
remembering you forever.....
....R.I.P ASHLEY DAVIS....

{ASHLEY AND I WENT TO MIDDLE SCHOOL TOGETHER.....SHE GOT IN A BAD 
CRASH BUT...SURVIVED WITHOUT A SCRATCH....THEN WE WENT TO HIGH 
SCHOOL TOGETHER...SHE GOT HIT BY A CAR...SHE WAS IN A COMMA FOR A WEEK 
OR TWO...BUT DIED....SHE BARELY FINISHED HER FRESHMEN YEAR...MATTER OF 
FACT SHE B ARELY STARTED...}
MAY SHE REST IN PEACE.......


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In Lieu of Flowers

“In lieu of flowers”, the obituary read, “please donate to a worthy cause.”
But when I thought about how she loved her garden, I really had to take a moment 
and pause.
I know her daughters meant no harm, they just didn’t want to deal with the mess;
Having just flown in from out of town, solely to put their poor mother to rest.
But throughout the years I watched that dear labor in her garden all day;
More than once or twice my house was blessed with the fragrance from one of her 
bouquets.

“In lieu of flowers” – are you kidding me!
“In lieu of flowers” – yeah, just wait and see.

Her daughters arrived at the funeral home, not really expecting much of a crowd;
I walked right in and introduced myself, probably talking a bit too loud.
“I’m your mother’s neighbor, the eligible bachelor; she may have mentioned my 
name.
She loved to tell me about you two – too bad you never came.”

About that time the truck arrived and they started unloading the back;
Flowers and wreaths of every kind in every imaginable color but black.

“Oh goodness sake!”
“What’s all this!”
“And where did they all come from?!”

“Oh don’t worry girls – they’re all from me.  And, they’re for your wonderful Mom.”

That funeral home was overflowing, with roses and pansies and mums;
Tulips and daisies; carnations and lilies; orchids of every kind.
There were snapdragons, Mona Lisas and delphinium;
Dianthus, lisianthus and mathiola amongst them.

The girls were shocked, that was plain to see,
They didn’t know what to do,
But their mother was happy,
Smiling down on me,
That much I know is true.


By Joe Flach for the "Flowers" contest.  
Okay, so it's a free verse that rhymes, I didn't mean to make it rhyme, it just sort of happened that way!


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Death

Death had come.
Death had killed.
Death had left.
Death had taken my friend.

The only one I trust.
Leaving me here alone, 
Depressed.

Death had come.
Death had killed.
Death had left.
Death had taken my family.
 
The fire burned our home.
Turning them into dust.
Burning loneliness into my heart.
Quieted.

Death had come.
Death had killed.
Death had left.
Death had taken my life.


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Let Go

I almost forgot to look up today,
And see the setting sun throw stripes across the sky,
My mind was clouded with worries from work,
Thoughts bouncing and replaying around an exhausted head,
A whirl, a tired mess, 
No room even for the music of my car radio,
I had to switch it off,
A head that was too full, 
Grinding teeth and drooping eyes my reward for the day.

Then my eyes caught sight of the trees gently dancing in the wind, 
A small, wooden bird house nestling in a garden,
The jagged shapes of the waves on the lake I drive past,
The ancient ruins of the castle on the hill,
Life has gone on outside my day at work,
And my day could have been more beautiful than I ever imagined.

When I went to the funeral today,
I pondered the life that was lost,
I questioned my own mortality,
No matter what a life looks like,
That funeral is what it ends in,
A beer in a shabby Working Men’s Club and a stale sausage roll.

So do I want to miss the stripy skies or go a day without feeling the wind on my cheeks?
No.
For one day it may all be far from me, 
I may be absent and lost, 
And I don’t know where my soul will lie, 
Or what it will have missed.

One thing I have learned today,
Is that if I can learn to let go,
I will learn to live fuller and longer. 


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Poetic Predators

She wolf of the poetic world who run
and struggle to maintain her dignity 

Our words, our dreams are falling to pieces 
By, the predators of this time period 
We are the prey for  the fearful ones 
Who scrolls and display rude comments? 

Deep within as you lament over our poems 
 we rise up stronger than ever
Composing rhyme, lyric and prose 
Unlike your hatred about likes and dislikes 
Narrative poems portrays the truth 
We shine, we meddled, and somehow, we win 
We are stronger; death with dignity is a poet emblems 

Pieces of our past anthology anguish you 
Your Savage behavior bites you each time; 
We compose; you pursue 
We are the death of your souls 

Mr. Sleepless White Nights 
Your predators, you editors
Are you addicted to your inner critic
 
We have our rights 
You confounded wretch night stalkers. 



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The Old Man from Malkala

I
 
The old man died one October, 
in the humid build up time before the wet.
We went along to say goodbye, 
me, JD, Zoe, Fitah 
and the Mine Manager of the day.
 
We kept our work rig on 
to be respectful. 
He worked with us for a long time.
 
Sometimes you couldn't find him. 
He was out doing the things 
that saltwater bushmen do.
 
We used to try to frighten him 
with rubber snakes.
He would play the part, terrified.
 
You might run into him in the town 
on the mainland sometimes at R & R. 
Always lots of girls around him. 
Perhaps a beer, a little ceremony  
with a respected elder from Homeland.
 
II
 
When we arrived 
we were shown a place to sit. 
Someone brought us water. 
Blues music played out across the settlement.

Zoe went to the women and the crying.
 
We sat in the stringy bark shade 
and talked about the time when 
the big greenback turtle sank the old man's dinghy, 
the times how he would recount, 
how his eyes would grow rounder in the telling.

His accidental gentle humour.

III
  
Invited, we all went over to his house, 
with a big colourful mat outside his front door, 
with men, women and kids all around on the ground.
 
Then his front door opened. 
He came out in his coffin, 
carried by six young men. 
The bush went silent and nothing moved, 
only them.
 
They went to place him on the mat, 
but just before he touched the air was split. 
A wrenching grief song went up around us.
 
The young men took him back inside his house 
and this continued several times, 
each of us realising;
We did not want to let him go. 
This part was done and we went to sit again 
to watch his coffin lifted into the back of a truck.
 
IV
 
Pausing every short while, 
two young women went ahead. 
They lit little fires of dry gum leaves beside the track 
and the truck waited at each tiny pyre 
until the smoke had faded.

The cortège moved along with purpose; 
We understood the measured pace. 
Then he was clear of his old home.
A solemn slow march proceeded 
by foot and vehicle through the bush 
to the Sacred Place.
 
In the smoky twilight 
they gently lowered him 
and they sang him 
into the sand hills above his beloved beach.


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A Princess In Black

A Princess In Black

A box of dark willow
Upon a cushion of white
Think blonde curls, each carefully laid
Skin whiter than snow
Bold eyelashes rested on smooth cheeks
Eyelids dusted with shimmering gold
Pale cheeks brushed with soft pink
Pink lips, still, to speak never again

Hollow collarbone concealed by flowing black cloth
Black sleeves ended just below lifeless fingers
Thin waist wrapped with sinched elastic
Loose black skirt left ankles and feet bare.

The coffin lid closes
One last tear emerges
Her sweet voice, still ringing
Her soft whispers, still noticed
A princess in black, never forgotten


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The Grace To Grow

The Grace To Grow

Through peril in its intact 
We have every reason by which to over react
The Grace to grow;
Many a shoulder to cry inflate the ego

Through our hard stance with fate
We lock our doors & protect out faith
In long lines at the store lest I emplore
Shades of trim left for me to begin

In oscillating ivory towers a man from Mars
The Grace to grow
From a little seed next the full grain blown to harvest once again
We can plant a seed deep enough through troubled waters come among

Shades of gems crimsome with rubbies
The cedar as a way of illumination
Perhaps I'm in need of a break on some long awaited vacation?
The Grace to grow



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But with the evil, came the good

All turned down to the worst
as the children lost innocence,
as the bums drank their last breath away,
as the man eating sharks finding their way,
to the over-crowded sandy beaches,
as the man turn to the woman
and gave her a slap across the face,
as the thef steals in the night,
as the coward goes behind his loved ones' backs,
as the oil lanterns spill over and burn the bridges
to salvation and paradise.
Something always happens to the good guy,
a knife in the back in the midst of dawn,
his woman leaving with another man,
he dying slowly of cancer,
or suffering from intoxication of the blood.
Poison. Poison, ravages his body,
oh, how could God let such things happen
to such a good man?
His life work, his social life, his nirvana
all destroied, burned away, turned to dust.

But with the evil, came the good.
Yes with time and time again
repeating itself in a circle of time,
across the crossed faces,
as blue eyed Death smiles
and as the girls grin,
Everything came into place,
Anyway with evil, came the good.
Indeed it had came right to his front doorstep.


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Dear Dad

Dear Dad 				
Why don’t you love me? 
The small brown eyed girl asked her father as he beat her at night,
 then with a smile in the morning he’d scoop her up in his arms to play.
Why don’t you love me? 
The bigger brown eyed girl asked her father as he walked out and
never came back.
Why don’t you love me? 
The young brown eyed girl asked her boyfriend of two years,
As he walked out the same door her father did eight years before.
Never to return.
Why didn’t you love me?
The older brown eyed girl asked her father at his funeral.
As she leaned over the edge of his casket and kissed him gently on the forehead,
Tears running down her cheeks.
Why couldn’t you love me? 
The oldest brown eyed girl asked as she lays Jasmine’s and roses
On her father’s grave.
Only a row down from her old boyfriend’s,
With love that never dies.
And her question is answered in the wind, 
As the answer is whispered in her heart.
How could you love me?
If you couldn’t love yourself?


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Dead Bodies and Pretty Flowers

In her last breath,
Her phantom slid in the air,
Dissipating into nothingness
Just as she was nothingness.
Laying draped in our tears
Hades cuddled her lifeless body
And smiling,
Clawed her by the skin
Dragging her beyond our understanding.
Nothing to claim for our own.

Lunch arrived.
Nibble. Crunch. Chew.
Dead never tasted sweeter.
Sucking the vitality from her,
They push up beyond her decaying flesh.
Brown. Raw. Destroyed.
And into a fragrant spring.


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Weeping endures but for a time

Weeping endures but for a time

You left me 
With a hole in my heart
Where your spirit blows through
Creating such a draft
My arms are empty too

I try hugging the wind
It doesn’t embrace me
Or keep me warm
Or wipe away 
The continual leaking
From my eyes
Or clear the mist from the windows
Of my soul

I yearn for the sunshine
Of your smile
The warmth of those tender moments
Spring birthed in us 
The ability to hear
Birds sing more beautifully
Flowers bloom more colorfully
Our love painted everything 
Wonderful

Then you left my side
Suddenly
Winters bitter wind arrived 
Leaving emptiness and 
Cold, cold days and nights
And vast empty space

They say on cold dark nights 
The stars shine more brightly
But although stark with its own beauty 
Icy space can also freeze the heart

I stare at a cross
With your name engraved
Dated with reminders of when
Reminding me of how long we had

The sky is fading 
Telling me how short 
Time is
The overcast sky reminds me
There are 
Sad times in life
But behind cloudy skies

The sun is warm and bright
Better days will come 
And we shall meet again 
Beyond the blue, blue skies
Where Joy is paramount 
And where tears are wiped away.

© Brenda V Northeast
 






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death

Time fell fast 
Things became hard
Worries were vast
Lives begain scared

Hopes endlessly hidden
All things seemed forbidden
Days filled with darkness
Lives consumed and left sparkless

Awaiting the doom
Sitting only in gloom
Heaven wept
No souls were kept


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Eulogy Unspoken

“Let’s go,” I say, “before I can no longer imagine Sisyphus happy.” 
I take you from the desolate ruins of your own doing and imagination... before the unfolding days collapse into a single moment. 

You’re right there, where I expect to find you, seated in a chair of spite, bliss, contentment and contempt - smushed together like pulp and juxtaposed like a string of contradictions. You have no qualms with it; your destiny is sealed; you come with me anyway, because I can get to you: raging Himalayan rock; bodies tearing space; face against the glass behind a roaring engine. 

This is it. That ghost you prayed to for so long has finally come... He’s here! He’s taking you up on your wish, and I can’t let you go with him! You will not go gentle into that ****ed up night!!!!!! Your place is here with me, because I’ve lost all-too-many before. Because we’re in this together and you have no right to leave. 
	
I take hold of you and we’re gone, before it all happens, before you break your promise....before you leave me with this rock and this vertical ledge; before my heart breaks and I can no longer smile at the gods who condemned me.
 ....but this is hopeless. I realize the dream...and so we fall...further and further...until neither all is lost nor forgotten... but never was.


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Skin Deep

Achilles' heel 
You’re another day older
The world’s much colder
She…

It’s not your fault
They were taken 
Don’t blame yourself 
for God’s mistake
Is…

Her beauty reflects your own
Her life reflects your future
Chasing rabbits will get you there faster
Loss of faith will bring you there faster
Watching…

The ball drops
It’s clever to see
What happens to us
And here we are
Waiting…

Yes, 
Take the evil out of this
You’re stronger
She’s stronger and always,
Loving…


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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**


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At What Price

\ A Small Crowd gathered to watch the procession Simple Shame brought them to the small parade Cemetery Gates Grated in the Gusty winds A Deafening Silence his only funeral dirge He wasn't well known.. he Lived Lonely, Lived Lost Isolation seemed is Only Choice, wounded by fate. A Fearful Face, marred by the ravishes of war Causing Families and Friends to turn away Bereft- Alone Together with his daemons Now, at last, a Silent Song of Peace For the Free For All contest


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"Promise"

Please don't
They are angry
At us for deceiving
Wounded
We're left in this cold alley
Thrown like dog's
Im waiting for the right time
But my pulse is not going so fast as when they were here
Because of a religion im a target
Because i want to be myself
They want me
And my beloved 
Please tell me your ok
Tell me is over now
All she asked me
My self with frozen tears falling down
Answered
A little bit longer and we are gonna be in heaven
She said i am lying
I said
Sometimes truth is hidden between lies
She want's me to hold her tight
But we must play dead until every one else die
I asked her back
Do you remember?

When We met each other
Playing dead with the dogs
She said back
I do
And look at us now
Playing dead again with death by the side
I told her there how much i loved her
She stood quiet
After long seconds she said with her trembling voice
Me too
Snow is cold
Heart is not strong
I told her to focus
It was gonna be over soon
Then she said repeated i love you
Then i stood quiet
I was gonna say love you too
When a soldier jumped at us and started shooting at the dead bodies
I looked at her pretty eyes
Her frozen lips i say the move and i spelled "I Love You"
Right there bullets got her
Her blood was every were
The soldier wasted all his bullets
Then he left
My cried there
But the cold didn't my tears fall
Frozen

Two nights later
The invasion was over
I was able to stop playing dead
I ran to her body
And hug it tight
Saying sorry and repeating i love you hundreds of times
For that time the sun shined bright on that solo tunnel
I looked at the sun with fear
And asked why did she left...
She promise me before they came here she wasn't gonna die
Not with my son inside
Then tears broke from my eyes like a river
Two lives in one
How can that embrace my life
Then i stood up and walked away
Leaving behind
The note i never lend to her...

Note: 

My love, much time have passed since last time, i am most certain i haven't called either
send a picture of me, but everything is fine, hope you are too, by the way i wanted to
remind you how much and how strong i love you, i promise one thing, I will not die, you
will see me one more time, a time that will cut forever, hope the sun is burning bright
there, i heard snow is bad, i will come back home in 6 days, ti'll then put your love on
the pocket, i'll be back home darling... 

Much Love, your Husband Wes Ortiz


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Her Final Words

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


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Ashes to Ashes

From ashes
she rises, 
absolving
cleansing, 
face, hands, feet.
Four months, 
Ten days, 
She mourns.
She weeps.

She clothes herself now
in an adornment of white
bowing privately, 
praying fervently, 
as bitter fumes
of acetone
seep beneath the door.

Her source is god.
Her destination is god.
She pleads with god now
for peace
As men mix and pour
A holocaust
Just outside her door.

Her sisters wail.
They bathe her lifeless arms
And shroud her
as Iris Albicans- 
Exotic, 
Fragile, 
Pure.

The imam, he stands, 
Praying silently
As men convey her
towards Mecca.
From ashes to ashes
And dust to dust.
From ashes to ashes
And dust to dust.


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Crying Magnolias

When my heart is caving in and I feel all alone,
I wake up in the morning so far away from home.
When my soul is crying out and I feel like I'm lost,
I'll hold my head up proud so I will pay the cost.
So life won't pass me by, I'll live while I can.
Make the best of days gone by, wish I could hold in my hands,
my magnolias crying in the rain.
Wish I could catch the drops that fall.
Instead I remain so far away from home.

When I'm crying out for life,
I'll hold my dreams I have in store.
Even though it seems I can't get my foot in the door.
And though I'll pay the price, 
because I've sacrificed.
Soon I'll return again one day,
under Louisiana blue sky,
just so I could hold my,
magnolias crying in the rain.
Wish I could catch the drops that fall,
but instead I remain far away from home.

You gave me your hand to hold.
You kept me warm when I was cold.
So when my dreams unfold,
I'll be back to hold,
my magnolias crying in the rain,
so I can catch the drops that fall,
and no longer remain,
so far away from home.


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Flowers at my Funeral

I don’t want flowers at my funeral
I should add this too my will
What use are they to me when I am dead
I’d prefer them now if I were ill

I love their sheer beauty
This no one can disguise
The scent of a bunch of freesias
Brings tears to my eyes

My favourite flowers are carnations
I’ve loved them since I was a kid
Red, yellow, orange, shades
These colours I love but not on my grave

So when I’m gone and the mourning is over
I’m to be scattered where the four winds blow
Bradda Head is my chosen resting place
It’s a place I’ve often loved to go

Jan Allison
3rd April 2014


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First shaman encounter

Coming ashore at the island of Trunyan to its teeth of bone eyes to four directions tongue bloodthirsty - what do you want this late at night? surely to seek help from the moon black chicken sticky-rice flower baskets : baskets a frozen kris at the tip of my shoulders suck the remaining portals of shame at the split of banana leaves I look at her purple sweat. her white kebaya sodden pura gede pancering jagat temple as foreground my name once again my name once again - that pot of authentic China rolls like a cart speeding out of my body like the shameless envious souls of jealous skeletons: “look ma, my soul reawakens, I am no longer dead” two baskets black chicken one o’clock that night the island of Trunyan rolled its tongue in laughter its tickled eyes stripping all bare its hoarse voice splitting the eerie road I want to go home soon – my boat is moored by the lakeside!
Notes : Kris – a dagger with jagged edges. Kebaya – traditional shirt that ladies wear in Indonesia, typically made of see-through cloth or brocade.


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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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Felt A Funeral In My Brain

In light an observed heat to penetrate the night

I felt a funeral in my brain kind of insane?
Struggles to reach the perplexed end yet to what;
A dungeon of its myraid calling
Now deeper penetrating deeper to its torn crust 

To equate logic at its visible mile

A shade of torn logic in derision
What was your parting decision/
One will equate logical persuasion?
A vested call in search of its perplexed acquaintance

Felt a funeral in my brain kind of lost now insane;

Shaped dreams from my hair the pretty child awaits the storm;

In eternity's charm fought back the silence from within....
Shades of torn columns of sod branched in its delicate cuff


Perhaps this is the place where Nero once tred?


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The Buchenwald cat

a couple is walking ‘hand in hand'
on historical grounds

they're not talking
in disbelief of what invisible
yet so present 

overwhelmed by the deadly silence
of the spirit
of hundreds of thousands
passing by also
so long ago in an eternal way

moved
by  exhibited  drawings 
miniatures of art
by witnesses back then

only the sound of countless stones
under their feet cracking
each representing
the forceful presence
of whom once were here

even the birds left the area 
only a black-and-white cat
living another one
of his  endless lives
coincidentally or not on this spot
sneaks 
also in silence
with his body 
crawling us
telling us
so much more

11/4/2012


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Snow White

She smiled at me
With a somewhat semblance of beauty
And with a glare in her eyes
She knows more, she knows my next moves

Snow white wants you near
Snow white wants your hear
Snow white loves your fears
Snow white comes for you

L-let me taste your poison L-let me taste your poison

Snow white wants you near
Snow white wants your hear
Snow white loves your fears
Snow white comes for you

L-let me taste your poison L-let me taste your poison

Bathe in the blood of virgins
I'm calling for you
Name your despair
I'm sure I'll give you worse 

Snow white wants you near
Snow white wants your hear
Snow white loves your fears
Snow white comes for you

L-let me taste your poison
 L-let me taste your poison

Snow white wants you near
Snow white wants your hear
Snow white loves your fears
Snow white comes for you

L-let me taste your poison
 L-let me taste your poison


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THE WHEEL IS COME FULL CIRCLE

“The wheel is come full circle.” William Shakespeare

The clock tick-tocks!
The tables have turn counter clockwise.
The knowledge would be known.
Life is only given once.
This is what humankind is told.
But the souls rise with suspended time and life is revamped within a twilight.

Zone is the person that child has been chosen.
Veracity her spirit holds through her mother’s soul.
Her dynasty is stated will never be.
Depression is negated; however, she will repeat history.
The clock tick-tocks and the wheel of time have come full circle.
The wisdom is acknowledge through those demised.

Their deaths were to be in suspended time.
Her mother died through organized measures.
Her sister death was from similar means.
And her husband died for religion.
The walls are rose to conceal.

The darkness thickness and amnesia is present.
She always ends in the same place.
The Greyhound Bus Station and people are crowding out front.
The clock tick and sound forms ascertain amnesia.
The wheel of time has come full circle.

What went before is now past and the future is here.
Recurrence of episodic events has been gone for fifteen years.
Inhabitants talk and state she is hearing things, when the wheel of time has reveal   
     them.
Tock and I will win.
The passes find that the wheel of time has ticked and the game ends.
____________________________________________________________|
Penned April 27, 2014!


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THAT'S LIFE

THAT’S LIFE

The inevitable love
Attraction!
Karmic puzzle
Ultra dimensional mix
Whatever helpless speculation decides to name it

She suddenly appears
Nothing dazzling at first
The chain has to form link by link -
Each subtle, magnetizing situation
Each inexorable bringing together

Oh! The seeming bind is not only mine (I tell myself)
Her links, too, seem strong
How they shine
The train rattles on for days -
Rattling on for weeks, months!

Until…finally, the pitch! –
Words stuttering clumsily off the tongue –
Body tight
Appearance almost withdrawn
Restless hands and feet

Was it anger?
Defensive?
The way she looked off,
Mind distant
Fancying some alien location

And now
My small voice within, again
Warning
Trying fruitlessly to soothe
Reiterating the (somehow) known impossibility all along











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For The Ones I Love

                  For The Ones I Love

For the ones I love, I wrote these words.
As you are sitting here, with tears in your 
eyes I am also here. You may not see me,
but I am here. I am now ready to leave 
this world and I want you to let me go.

There are things that I must do. Don't tie
yourselves to me with tears. When we were 
together, I gave you my love all those years.
You in turn gave me lots of joy and for that,
I thank you all. 

If we had differences, we always came through.
Now I must take a journey, but I must do it alone.
If you must cry, than go ahead. Cry for a moment 
and let God comfort your soul.

The seperation won't be long. Keep the good 
memories deep within your heart. Even if you don't 
see me, I will be there by your side. You might not
see me, but at times you might feel me.

When you are ready to take this journey - this is the
road that you must follow. I will be the one to greet you 
when you clime the Golden Stairs, with opened arms 
and a smile. I will tell you - welcome home, JESUS is
waiting for you at the door...

Written by:  Lucilla M. Carrillo


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RIP Curfew

Thank you for being in my life,
to think you were only broken twice,
you taught me how not to be late,
and how to get my timing straight,
my mother made you and loved you too,
she stayed up at night to make sure you show true,
I'm not going to say I'm happy you're gone
but i do rue the day you were spawn 
now that I'm 18, you've done your job, 
I'm happy you will no longer make my heart throb,
with every minute that i am late,
made my life full of hate,
so thank you curfew, and thanks a lot,
now my own schedule will take your spot.


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The Bird that is Loved and Loathed

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

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

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

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


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Death

You will always be with me.
Death will not take you away.
In my heart you will always be.
Till we meet again some day.

God has you in his arms now.
And heavens angles do sing.
I will go on some how.
Till for me they ring.

Your loving heart and caring hands.
Raised us girls to be strong.
You always seemed to understand.
When things went wrong.

Daddy don't worry to you I will still turn.
Even if it is at your stone.
I still have alot to learn.
But I know you will never be gone.

For even in Death your love goes on.
With ever memory we share.


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Return To Dust

After the Casket Falls
After your soul is called
After your final breathe is drawn
I'll meet you again

After the Casket Falls
After your soul is called
After your final breathe is drawn
I'll meet you again

After the Casket Falls
After your soul is called
After your final breathe is drawn
I'll meet you again

I'll See your face again
I swear it
No matter how far away they take you from me
Fading, Going Away, Don't be so afraid
Death is a Dream


The Cross Will Be lighter
Whisper the words
so sacred, so somber

After the Casket Falls
After your soul is called
After your final breathe is drawn
I'll meet you again

After the Casket Falls
After your soul is called
After your final breathe is drawn
I'll meet you again

After the Casket Falls
After your soul is called
After your final breathe is drawn
I'll meet you again

A Fallen Angel looms over the lifeless stone
What Happened here must be true
I must live this life without you

Breaking the Silence
She began to Weep
The Epitaph ceasing to know 
We all must Return To Dust

After the Casket Falls
After your soul is called
After your final breathe is drawn
I'll meet you again

After the Casket Falls
After your soul is called
After your final breathe is drawn
I'll meet you again

After the Casket Falls
After your soul is called
After your final breathe is drawn
I'll meet you again

The solitude is euphoric as an illusional clock
Of argentine fears swallow the last soul
Goodnight black rose of eternity
Goodnight dearest gothic phantom
Tonight The Earth consumes me




**Special Thanks To My Writing Partner Cayla Carr**


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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


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THE CHAPEL

"Imagine a lovely garden, tea for two, and this story . . . "



The poigant auroma of ashwood fills the elements
the man made structure pays homage.
Many occasion will tread the aisle and rows
brides,holy communion to pall barers alike....



One time inparticular,early morning a knock at the door
was my mate Kev,i could see by his face something drastic
held my breath he said " Kingy has been shot"
31 years olds,he fell into the wrong crowd.



Our very good friend from childhood
was taken away, his mother devastatingly distraught
a handsome chap,a ladies man, a loveable rogue
was always kind to the elderly and the young also.



His manners,self presentation,and cleanliness were exquisit 
always the highlight of the party,made everybody laugh
that cold morning in january 2000,always etched in my mind
always in my thoughts,heart and probably inspiring my poem.

The musky smell of a chapel,the sad loss of a young life. R.I.P LEE


Paul Beadnall for: 
Sponsor Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~  
Contest Name I Fancy Another Sad Poem 

16/8/2011



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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


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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



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SELFIE

4 Sailors lost at Sea
The Funeral Selfie

Lace ones shoes and iron ones clothes
and take a Selfie in sullen pose

Spray the air with floral scent
and let the world outside relent

For if this day is what is meant
On which to place this family spent

Then God be all
And God be few

There is nothing I or you can do


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White Helium Balloon

white helium balloon
not quite taut
from summer heat and long ride
in the rental car

let fly
by a son
to picture a father
going to a better place

crowd of friends, family
circle round
watch the orb
rise ? just slightly

then hover
just overhead
string dangling forlornly
barely out of towhead's grasp

sad eyes turn to adults
unspoken comes the question, "Why?"
"Never one to leave a party early"
nods a bearded desert-rat

slowly the drooping symbol
wafts past onlookers
barely skimming yard, garden
comes to stop over newly-mown alfalfa field

Gravity persists
drops it slowly
string entwines 
among the green stubble

a calloused hand finds 
young boy's shoulder,
shaking, as tears fill 
saddened brown eyes

"Heaven's whereever he most loved to be, son.
That'd be right here. His flight was short."


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A Makeshift Graveyard

Married to a number,
Set aside for posterity.

Marked and laid out in an open grave,
In everlasting humility.

Look and behold as I grow into the earth,
I never asked for and do not want any pity.

Young life, hope, tortured death ,
And yet, I welcomed it all with untaught piety.

I lie in unmarked graves around the deadened land,
I am sorry I never said goodbye.


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Life Is Just The Funny Part Of it

How does it feel when they are gone, your mother and father, when life is just a dark tunnel of useless feelings, the way they seem to come to you and drag you through a restless floor with rocks and needles for your own personal mental pain, fictionary horizon showing off with blood and death, but yet you smile at so much pain because you never met love and comfort, a table with cards and deals, your soul for a life, but don't die because your gonna burn, burn like you intended to wake and open eyes in this world, since the night was on, from the sides were meant together, scars are there and they are well marked for everytime you look at your self you remember how long has it been since you last held hands with such people, family meant so many lies from before you met this world, the pain in you, the one you thank to every day to be there for you, the one that wasn't suppose to be yours and is still burning through you, like an endless fire that burns down a world of ilussion's, somebody said you were meant for more, your gonna grow higher and higher between every standing man there, the perspective you held for years, dying in your hands tonight, but no one can be fitting simply there, like a magik act agaisn't you, it all chains you to this never before seen hell, but yet you keep on for more, knowing you have no one there, those close will fade just for tomorrows sunrise, but yet you still stand, alone, because many ones have left you cry only for your inside, knowing you will not make it far, you still stand, like a grown man but with the age of a meer one, become what you ain't, become the man of tomorrow, mother is dead, don't you understand his mind screams, she killed herself, she put a bullet in her head, she painted the walls in red for you, father is dead, he is dead! Just move on boy! Move on! Is all you can do or follow their footsteps for nothing, in vain, your still gonna die, but no satan will drag me down, no one will ever, i refuse, i refuse, i rather die in vain after so many years than dying because of my own hand after so much i've been through, i fight for myself and only myself, don't blame me now for been so strong with life, don't spit on me for becoming the god of my own mistakes.


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Bitter Endings

You are dead now and I am sorry,
For all of the things you thought I should have been,
For all of the things you wanted me to be for you,
I hope that you feel your burden of life is lifted,
And shared by a circle of angels.

For you were once a kind lady,
Fun and laughter were your glow,
A proud and caring grandmother,
Funny stories- I remember, 
The only person I knew who ate egg and chips on Christmas Day,
And wore bright colors in her hair.

You sat by my dog and held his head whilst he died,
Because we were far away, 
You spoke kindly of me once,
Made me believe I was beautiful,
I know you loved music and a pint of lager in your hand,
And your Welsh accent rang out at many a merry gathering.

Yet even though you are gone,
I cannot pretend it was all happy memories,
It would be a lie and I won’t tell it,
Just because I’m sorry you are dead.

You were often cruel,
You humiliated the ones I love dearly,
Expected our lives to fit perfectly with yours,
You lost many who loved you,
Pushed them away and made them feel small.

But I forgive you because I know,
That your unkindness came from an unhappy place inside of you,
And you suffered greatly for it at the end,
I hope you can forgive yourself,
For refusing to be loved and healed.

I hope you find the peace you wanted,
Wherever you may be now,
I hope the world turns how you wish it to,
Now that you have left it far behind.

Most of all I hope,
That your soul can move beyond all of the bitter endings you created,
And find love and kindness once more,
So that we can remember you fondly and talk of you gladly. 


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In God's Hands

Set free into Heaven’s lands,
I am now in God’s hands.
Time was once like grains of sands,
My soul now in eternity stands.

Set free through death,
My spirit now finds its breath.
Life once like the wind blew,
I am now saved by Truth.

Long ago I dreamed
Alive she was, it seemed.
Long ago I was with her,
Now we are together, alive forever.

Set free into Love’s arms,
I am now free from all harm.
May memories of me always be,
Even after being set free.

Remember me fondly, 
Remember how I loved thee.
I am now in God’s hands,
Eternally living in Heaven’s lands.


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My Poem for MAT

This can't be real, this isn't right We cry all day, we cry all night You'd say you've got to make it through this no matter what it takes. I want to wake up and go back to a much better place. I need to feel you've got my back My big brother, what I'd do to go back. To the days we used to laugh our hearts out, I've never laughed so hard with anyone so much. The last day i saw you, you squeezed me so hard, I'll never forget the loud beat of your big jolly heart. I can't wake up, I can't go to sleep, I cry every night cause your memories i keep. I read your words over and over that you wrote on those hard nights, and I'll hold your advice in my head with my chin up, for the rest of my long-lived life. I think about you all the time, i feel you in this room. I imagine what you'd say when I'm having a rough time and i start to brighten up because of you.. I know you'd want whats best for me, your words were always true. For you I'll try and be fine, I'll live my life in your name tatted up on my spine. My backbone, you never let me down. How could this be the end? we were the very best of friends. We'd always say there is no end. It's been a long five months. With you not being there to make me smile, I wish i would have told you again, you were my life long friend. How much i loved you, how much i prayed, how much i worried, how much i would have gave. This nightmare is haunting me, every breathe i take. What a bond to break, what a life to take. You had the purest heart and a laugh worth all the money in the world. I cant bare the pain i feel, i cant handle the weight in my chest. I'll remember you looking at me always saying what was best. How could life take you away, who is it to decide? What I'd do to see you happy again, you were always one of a kind. You didn't deserve this time, you had so much passion in your life. You were too bold to just be another. I'll always consider you my only big brother. With all the love in the world like no other, Your words, the memories, and your heart, will live on forever.


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A Damnation

Here I behold my shadow, 
And it stares back at my horror
Giggling up at my very cold soul-
I seize fright, I take flight

There I peep through the mirror, 
And panic at the radial terror
The eyes, the wrinkles, the color-
Where is death; there should be no morrow!

Before me lies my photo,
once discarded afar from aversion
How did it return to my parlor?
Who pierced its eyes, X-ed the forehead?

Then I behold my Cadaver
In the red casket, sweat on its brow-
What crime soils my hands?
Is there no peace even in Death?

In disgust I turn away-to flee
But - the toll of bells - hollow knells-
Then from behind echoes a hoarse shriek

I recoil to behold that cold cadaver
Stagger from its doomed red casket
and with its mouldy hand, blackened by damnation,
Reach for my poor soul
Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!


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WISH

I wish I had died instead of her
I wish I was the one who got sick an suffered
I wish that I could turn back the hands of time
I will no longer wish for you to be mine
I wish she is alive right now
To love you back and make new vows
I wish my wish could make any difference
While I wipe my eyes from tears seeing that you're grieving
I wish that I could comfort you
Coz you've already cried so much for a love that is true
I wish I could take her place while she was dying
So you could both live a happy life.....


and fulfill the dreams YOU'VE ALWAYS BEEN WISHING.


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Goodbye Ufo

On your grieved howls you tried to say goodbye
Those tiny feet fragile by its pain
Our beloved little fellow
Age takes back your time, your color

The greenish t-shirt left for love
The blanket of warmth and hope
Nothing we can do but stay
Along with you in last battle of the day

Soft whisper on your ear
Say, leave and go, we let you to the land of no sorrow
Released all your pain we will meet you one day, one life
Be happy in another life


Rest in peace, our beloved dog - Ufo February 18, 2013


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The Bullet, It Flashed Before My Eyes

The bullet,
it flashed before my eyes and I knew I hadn't long.
But mom and dad, don't be sad for I went as was singing a song.

The bullet,
it flashed before my eyes, and I then saw my life.
I know twas short, but no regrets for I knew your smile and needn't much more.

The bullet,
it flashed before my eyes, and I think I glimpsed the light.
But now that it's dark, I'm looking back to see if your alright.

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

In honor of Trayvon Martin. Will the hatred ever stop?


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Death bed

Ripples of sand under my foot, hurricane I stir. 
From the cocoon of fire I break through 
with the wings of a phoenix I fly 
like a flash of lightening soaring into the sky

the roar of thunder god shatters the silver cloud
and in the glassy rain drops as they fall
my reflection pierces into my heart of hearts
losing sight of the truth I tremble and tumble

As a fallen star from sky in to the ocean I splashed
salty water gallons gulped sinking to the ocean floor
weeds and sea urchins made my death bed and
entangled bond with guilt were cut loose by the last breath


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Too little, too late

I know it's too little. 
I know I'm too late...
I guess I expected time to stop...
For time to just wait...

It's over...
You needed me and where was I...?
When you lay dying in bed.?
Too caught up in my head...

These flowers on your grave mean nothing...
The tears I cry are pointless...
It's too little...
Too late... 

I should have been there til the end.
Shoulda, woulda, coulda...

It doesn't mean anything now...
Too little.
Too late.


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Reflections on a flyover for my Dad at Arlington

Above the clouds in many splendored hues of blue and white
    This view beheld by an honored and rarest few

A nations treasure lies below in marble and in green
    Yet no dome or obelisk could ever be this hallowed

Like a great bird it claws across the sky
    A meeting calls: a friend in need

Its mighty engines crash through the silent morning sky
    Its shrieks but music to all who know and remember well

The many come to take her place are fallen
    This Daedalus lives on to tell their tales and more

Through younger eyes she gleamed in sun drenched silvers high above the clouds
    Now bathed in grays she lingers on to battles unimagined in her youth

Lightened of the tools of war her peaceful mission now to do
    She’s come to pay her last respects

And as she dipped and turned away
    A sweet release and something more

A soul was taken from this world
    And carried to the arms of God

© 2014 by Craig McAlister

Flyover by B-52H serial 0060 "Iron Butterfly" at Arlington National Cemetery on January 7, 2008.


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Now you are put to rest - Part One

              for Jean Franco   ?(March 15, 1907- April 15, 1992)
              
                                                    I

They opened his abdomen 
   found what they were not looking for though half-expected to see ?polyps enormous                         cancerous mush in lieu of and the rest that had given out on him

They said: if we had known we wouldn't have torn into his tripes?to see even the sample test told us as much but we did it for him he so wanted it done now we merely have to wait and see just how long it would take him to conk out without solid food to pass from his newly-grafted conduit

He was completely in their hands and hung on to their lips their every nod their plans for him and the use he had for their apprentis chirugiens sorciers

He kept his anger for his friends family telephone operators the aide-soignantes those he could intimidate with his age for he didn't know what they knew they wouldn't feel the hurt the slight for long the rankling umbrage sans riposte

He didn't mind all the inconvenience the constant waking to pass water the secluded room without tv without his wife to take it out on without the means to exude his usual referee's contempt of rules

In their hands he was the meek inept thing pleading with his eyes his entire body bent to their gaze of wonder of why he would so question going now then or even a little later
     
(Continued in Part Two)


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remember

Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann'd
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.


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I Tell You These With a Black Heart

I recite scriptures in cemeteries,
persuading the fallen to follow the path to my chambers.
I sing them hymns of what I claim to be mine
as I hide my blood stained gums,
they kick and scream with lead legs
so I take their palms and drag them
through the storm.
Some get dismantled from the socket.
Only they can fix them.

Their bodies starved and withered
as we enter the eye of the storm,
the eye of God.
We have arrived in hell,
enclosed by tornadoes and hurricanes.

Hush now, you must keep my words secret
for there are worse things on Earth
than dying in my arms.

I watch every one of them drop 
six feet below.
I could choose to leave them buried,
give them to the maggots,
But instead I carry them through the inferno.
They mustn’t walk alone.
Walk with me to the afterlife.
They must die through what I died through.

They are all casualties to me,
no longer humans.
I don’t know their names.
If they speak them I am deaf.
Cries are frequent but never heard,
never nourished.

I was an angel once, of my own,
preaching praises,
but now I spend my days
creating curses,
designing the darkness that is here.

Sometimes I wish I didn’t have to do this.
But I crossed coals for my mistakes
so they must fight the fire
just as I did.
I was alone for years
in the eye of the storm,
in the eye of God,
in hell.
I became the first to claim the agony of sin.
I saw everything through his eyes.
Perspective is an interesting thing.

I created this place out of
loneliness and self-destruction.
I made the everlasting storm.
But I cannot control how the victims survive here.
I constructed the room,
and they must build the atmosphere.
I am only the transporter from
grave to final destination.

They must relive and realize their wrongs
through the lense of his irises.
You cannot crawl under the sheets
during the thunder when you live here.

Maybe through the eye
they will be able to see clearly,
but muddy waters are often 
and rationality is masked under emotion.
I carry them to the calmness,
but the tragedy of hell is that
most decide to walk back into 
the monsoon.


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Please don't cry

As I disappear before your eyes,
I do not die,
So please don’t cry,
For I will live on
In your eyes


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The Trial of the Brazen Boy

Inconsiderate Brazen Boy 
Who knows not what good to do
You forget your manners
Respectful to none but those with a gun
And thus having broken all the rules
Inconsiderate Brazen Boy 
Who in spite of a good mother’s love
Shows no kindness, sympathy, nor compassion
You follow not the Golden Rule she taught
But seek only ill-gotten crimes of passion
Inconsiderate Brazen Boy 
Thy callused heart strings untuned
What innocence is left with in your breast
What values have you for those that adored you
Having their hope replaced by your dope
Is this the life you envisioned
Inconsiderate Brazen Boy 
Your once good name now vulgar
Your pants hang low so your butt can show
And you believe it’s sexy
Inconsiderate Brazen Boy 
Death and violence amidst your comrades 
Will bring about your destruction 
Thy family of gang which kill, cheat, and steal
You lay still in a red pool of clay as they mock you
Inconsiderate Brazen Boy
Stand before thy creator
For your life for right you tossed for the left
Only now do you weep for the Savior


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Chris and Chelsea

Chris and Chelsea
          For their death anniversary 

Buried together
With roses lined with love
From family who couldn't hold their tears.

Never did he think he could survive
Without Chelsea by his side,
He must have her.

A life was taken for his true love
and her engagement ring
That was a gift on the night of her unexpected death
Was given to a close friend,
"Don't let your love go. Don't let her leave. Give this to her."
Chris spoke softly.

The next day he was gone,
Buried six feet under he lays
With his love.


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Michaels Body

This is an accent to your dreams,
to travel simply alone
through a montage of keeping hands.
All these machines,
they wont keep you alive for long...
And me,
I want to be the crime scene tape that never held you together.
No, Im not laughing.
We have been hurt so deeply
that these words dont really exist.
All these smoke bubbles burst
against the insides of my eyelids
and your stone cold skin is serious.
A gilded body, of truth (of fiction).
This type of death is dangerous;
youre lifted from my embrace.

So now you have died.
I go down to the river for awhile,
Ill talk to you here in the wind for awhile.
And I wont remember the regret and
I wont think of how you never needed to be.
But you are and I feel and it is and they can.
This is an emptiness unparalleled.
When the gossip on a Saturday night is
the burial of your heart,
it wont matter that the suns about to shine again.
Just dont say goodbye.

(Ghost) Stay and hold me,
I get fevers when you come around and 
I believe in the arms that hold me tight.

I will never wash away the chalk outline
of your presence on my spirit.
And I will witness the aftermath.
I carry the photo and I remember.


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Bon Voyage

tattered, yellow napkin
softly settles into the murky lake
as it absorbs it's last spill
our names in gold, still legible

this ring, never fit, seldom worn
"I love you" etched innermost
I know you do, I just couldn't say it much
now I can, but you don't hear

it's cold out, especially on the water
our favorite time, autumn's change upon us
our old craft, tattered sail I told you I'd fix
before your birthday that never came

now why bother, It's the final voyage
a muted splash as the ring follows
and I sit, shivering silently in the blue dusk
the cold urn between my knees

now raised, and poured
a cloud of dust, your earthly remnants
ashes to ashes to water to earth
our dreams unlived, dissolved like you

in the muddy waters we once loved
nothing left for me: no us, no time
I follow your lead, but not softly, not muted
a last gulp and it's really not bad

Sinking, thinking, wishing
watching our boat bobbing beneath
silence is screaming, I gasp
I'm warmed as I see your smile.


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Gratitude

Without end your memories 
I'll always remember
lots of fun you've shared with us
leaving marks
In our life can't be erased.
Allow me to say for the last time
my greatest gratitude.

Saying Thank You is all I can do 
all the nitty gritty we
laughed about and lessons learned
In our hearts will never perished.
Ride your wheels and peacefully
embrace God's love.



(11-Oct-13)


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John Ashbery

We will often fight against the goads dealing in premortal slime 

It's the turning of the tide then exposed;

Through various loop holes we then get confused even feel used...

Faith is the substance of things not seen,

In neglect to what will search for a hidden need

While the entire world outside longs to see you bleed
As sadness in its beckoning call,

Faith is each personal toward their own belief

Shattered glass on its parchment door filled with sadness etched iin madness

Major Jackson & John Ashbery remarkable poetic historians amidst the timeless cloud;

A willingness to dare to explore fascination heads to the floor...

The promise in exploration during its tragic duration;

Still faith isn't intellectuallized it just is/

Words are endured through its timeless dialect filtered through the sand
Hoping someday all will understand it's delicate premise of realization
Fixed on an appease to please blatant fascination
The grass withers & the cards will fall as they may

In chosen asps filtered through its viable way
The bargain basement deal to seal its wholesome branded feel
Filtered through its beckoning call asunder is it any wonder the way our children deal?
Cheap thrills in the back of a car to cry 

Shelter lies dormant amidst the pain
Less of course I shall refrain in matters of emmense strain
In graduation the whole essential scheme ends
Within problems we get a glimpse of the appetite of friends
Shattered memory's with lines drawn in the sand
John Ashbery is the poets friend a very unusual man
In equated demise a word to the actual wise,
Poetry is heightened in the mystery essentially
The barbarians would quite often disagree in their lost pedigree
Through words expressed amidst the mesh with polished vest
In words one can look closely to its vested guess
Within a world that is many times upside down in some mess
I must confess the pillar of truth to relinquish its timeless cue
The very proud & few/

John Ashbery stood beneathe the heavy tide of the 1960's slide
In ovation in which he stood never in some dreary mood
A poets friend to strangers & even enemies
Along lines visualized in the shifting sand of vested memory
John Ashbery


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Grief

Standing there so peacefully 
Everybody looking 
Staring at the name
Some are crying
Some just dont care
But for the love ones that do 
Visit once a year
Its only for a minute 
Why should I care
I dont have feelings 
For I have hurt so many


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walk away

If I told you that I cry when we argue
You'd probably say its time for you to leave
You'd say I care to much and I want more
Than what you can give me.
But I'm not asking for anything.
I just want you near me.
I want to be honest 
But you have to stop
Threatening to walk away
If you were gonna walk
Away you wouldn't have let me stay
Something in both of us is not finished yet
I don't know how long this will last
All I know is that I'm not done yet.


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Goodbye

Comforting words
Smooth, quiet tones
Reassurance 
complete confidence 

Long nights spent reasoning
In total understanding
Twin thoughts 
twin minds
twin miseries
and twin fates

Now it’s so quiet
Too quiet
Complete and utter silence....
Oh my God, 
What happened to the good old days
When we both made sense?!

Lost in blurry dreams of childhood
Colorful, wonderful, windy days
Subconscious cradled memories 
of the times when we 
were eachother’s only friends

Only you, 
	the sky
		the earth
			and me...


				No betrayal

			No lies
		No fire

	No hate

No regrets.

I think I can understand 
why you won’t face me
But your sudden silence
is so confusing

Did you ever know me well enough
to know my affection for ultimate honesty?
If you wanted me to go away
why didn’t you just say something? 

Only this emptiness is left
Inconsolable grief...
For what never again can be 

No warning
No parting words
No ceremony

You went and had the funeral 
for our friendship
but did not invite me

From the start
I thought these ways would always be
But in the end,
All I wanted, my friend 
was to say 
goodbye.

I can’t trust anyone
anymore
anyway

All alone again
shame on me


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Aura

Shades of pine grafted in again resign
Shattered pine in elm certain grove alone
My meadow had a thorn certain credit
The factual harm of its heartless swarm
Featured within in the created design with pine
Eyes sharpened as a willow in garb
The tornado sequence has even the fog alone
Again tempors fly like never before
Blatant lies have come at no surprise
In parts unknown an aura of repute to harm 
Sound the alarm in fetters arm
Choirs of saints in regard to its beckoning drawn
Empire strain inside my brain fragments of cure
The surface of the sun has tainted my vision with harm
Sound the alarm agiain my faithful friend by whom we can depend
Shattered glass on the parchment floor
Aura
An impulse deep in regards to the heart
Shades of pine will line the volume of scattered pillows
A willow in derision you made a final decision
A thought provokoing reason to believe in
Shattered memory's in the moments of innocence with a plight of disbelief
We have soon turned over a brand new leaf
Timeless peaks in a swelll shattered fragments from within
A great design still sublime in its timeless parts the heart
Aura
Jim Morrison had it
Janis Joplin couldn't stop it
Jimi Hendrix sought this quick fix
An unbellievable call being caught in the mix!


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You're Weeping Me Insane

Stop this bitter weeping
Yeah I’m talking to you
Though you may not be crying aloud 
Your expression gives you away

Stop this careless weeping
Yeah I’m embarrassing you
Though you may not think we know
It’s been in front of us from the beginning

Stop this despairing weeping
Yeah I feel your pain
Though you may feel like you’re the only one
Countless more will empathize

Telling you to stop 
Is like telling the persistent priest to stop preaching
Telling you to stop
Is like telling the earth to stop spinning
Telling you to stop
Is like telling the weeping willow to stop weeping
Telling you to stop
Is like telling the fire to stop burning

I know your crying
But that won’t stop the weeping
I know I’m embarrassing you
But that won’t stop the weeping
I feel your pain
But that won’t stop the weeping

I’m going insane!
Will you cease the weeping?


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BATTLES

I cut my hair.
I screamed out loud.
I've scarred my wrist.
And in not proud.
But I'm stuck in this dark place,
my eyes pinched tight.
I'm afraid to step out.
Out into the light.
First my grandpa, 
Then the women I love.
My cousin,
My aunt,
They're resting above.
They all died and now another.
he was so close he could've been my brother.
I'm sick of the doctors.
I'm tired of death.
why can't I forget.
I yelled,
I fought.
I cussed,
I cried.
Sometimes I feel like I died inside.
I hate that God took them. 
I wish he let them stay,
But I'm glad they're now out of their pain.
I wear dark clothes.
And my make up is smeared.
But I miss her hair.
His smell.
His beard.
I'm done with funerals. I'm done with my food.
I want to be with them.
But I don't want to lose.
I won't give in to death. I'll fight my wars like them.
I'll bring the light through this darkness and rain.
I'll survive through this pain...


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When Enough is NOT Enough

woeful dreams of shattered hearts
bode cries of weary souls adrift 
in sorrow’s  impossible embrace

its deathless spirit forever longing 
unknown questions  overwrought
in darken corners without sound

till quiet whisper’s passing hope 
their bosom bursting with secrets
in vain consciously disappeared

a shadowy mystery’s forgotten
nightmare knowingly awakened
in blindness’ forbidden retreat

a senseless loss yet unexplained
engulfed by continuous despair
in a maelstrom’s hidden depths 

its tipping point deeply mired 
by nonstop waves of lost tears 
in a tempest of howling winds

of returned dust e’er scattered
from east to west and beyond
in the cycle of life now undone

when enough is NOT enough
and Hade’s thirst is quenched  
in limbo men’s souls remain

© Eugene Harvey


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HOPE YOU UNDERSTAND :A short abortion story

They slapped me around, they each 
took a turn, ripping me up choking 
me until my throat burned. My eyes 
blood shot red, my lips turning blue, 
My jaw broken bleeding cant 
mumble nor scream dont know 
what to do. My clothes ripped up on 
the floor along with my torn pride. 
This hurt i cant share , cant tell you 
to be safe. These feelings I did not 
want to hide but you were the 
conception of my pain. I couldnt 
look you in your eyes. So abortion 
was my answer hope you could 
understand  , knowing your father 
was my brother was the worst pain I 
could stand.


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Poem for Gigi

Her death has caused us all to pause and think
My husbands heart has begun to sink
into the depths of despair
pausing to catch some air
never regaining total control
his mother’s death has taken a toll.

Eyes so blue, they’d light up the day
in everything she had her way, 
Seven children she carried in all
before her death two were to fall.

Her life at times was very bleak, 
but never could one call her weak,  
she stood for what she believed in, 
whether in goodness or a sin.

Daughter, Wife, and Mother to all
although she is gone she is not lost to all
Her spirit resides deep within, 
her friends, kids, and grandchildren.

A woman I was glad to know, 
for me her presence will always show
in the strength of my daughter as she grows, 
strength she gained from a woman, she hardly knows.


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The Dying Limb

So tightly squeezed shut
Is the flow to healthy flesh,
That might by your release 
Ramble back and return again.

The tireless dancer sends an echo,
Desperate, pressing,
Pulsing into the vice
So far from home.


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Fly Home, Little Angel

“Come fluttering words, come drifting to me...” A Rambling Poet

A gentle breeze brings me the soft smell
So familiar it calms my tear-filled eyes instantaneously.
I venture closer to the source.
Two ebony, round vases resting atop a sill.
The scent of the roses and carnations flit about me,
As they did about her so little ago.
Yet we have laid her softly
After she was slain
Into the moist, soft soil from which her scent derived.
Always like a butterfly did flora float about her.
So small, and pale, with mahogany hair
When we found her lay flared about her delicate head
Like the halo our Father gifted her.
For it came about in such a gentle flow
And jade eyes, calm as the sea
In which we found her
They sparkled like the sun dancing off the waves.
Her eyes were open, and matched the swirling surf.
The tears flow silver from my own emerald orbs
I peer into mucky puddles lying about 
And see her face in my own.
I bore her from my womb
Yet our Lord has called her home
To save her from the world's cruelty
An Angel to watch this land
I stopped to smell the flowers
Not rushing bust taking life in time
The wind blew by my ear
And I heard the whisper of a little Angel
“I love you, Mommy”

Erika Raiken
Contest: What is she thinking... - Constance La France ~A Rambling Poet~
7.27.2011


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POEM FOR EUNA DAVIS

 A very throaty Warbler issued
Quavering Trills in a morning song -  
As he serenaded the dew
drops on the grateful trees
 
Other birds were answering with
songs of praise from familiar days.
No one taught them
how to sing or gave them
the messages they so proudly bring.
Birds form near and far
joined in as if to say -
 
We will add our voices to remind you,
that we are cheerful and we sing for you.
We are aware-we are awake-
and we are awesome
chirping and singing our songs as
we bath in puddles of raindrops.
 
We remember the timing of the of the
golden and silver songsters.
Ruffling feathers coquettishly
as each song in the distance stirs
up fond memories of your existence.
The caw-caw, the peeps,and the chirps;
The caw -caw again and
the melodic harmony begins
Orchestrating the morning worship
in celebration of this life.
 
One songster descanted a high range
as he sang a louder pitch
Distinctly he told tales of ancestors
with welcoming smiles
.
The siren in the distance and the
overhead plane Threatened the calm
The plane resounded as thunder
above all the noise
the birds continued to sing.
I Listened as they go on to conclude
in exuberant delight Warblers warbling
 
Tweet- tweets deliberating discussions
many more chirps peeps and tweets
During the morning meditation.
 
As the world passes by
I'd listen to the birds serenade-
I'd listen to the clucks-
and the cackles, I'd listened
to the throaty warbler-
as he resumes the lead song.
The other birds in turn join in again..
 
The world rejoices in their songs
all over the universe-
the rest of my day
could never be as great as
the moments in the morning when
I'd meditate and listen to the birds sing.
 
A loved one closed her eyes
and made her transition;
The chirking birds know-
That the only triumph over
death is to have lived a good life.
 
So they continue to sing.
I'd sit and solemnly listen to the message
that their chipping brings
I softly say goodbye.
We shall never forget Euna Davis
as long... As early in the morning
We be reminded in jubilant birdsong.


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The Rehearsal Of My Funeral

Directing from my open casket
I commanded all the choir
To sing a holy hallelujah 
To get the congregation crying


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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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Entering the atmosphere

with no remorse he touched my shoulder as i collapse within seconds ..i tumble down a goal set..after i reached the point of no return even now when my core crumbles into a thousand pieces nothing more for me to do .. see how i loose weight and to be set on fire ...with the impact left behind in history .. i now return meteorite entering the atmosphere at the speed my heart goes everytime i see you again


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Single Yellow Orchid

Silver box filled with madrigals
Winter song upon her heart
One single Orchid in her hand
Flower of bitter sadness
Panting for what is lost

Eyes blind in the darkness
Seeing what is left of love 
Softly whispering his name
Reaching out for bitter sweet memories
Embittering herself for this pain

A sunset that she missed 
Candle light now her company
They chattered before she left 
The yellow Orchid on a grave
Untimely death of tender love


 Nalanti Goosen©2012
 All rights reserved


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My Breaking Point

Hot headed asses
Filled with commie bastards
Social disorder in the brain insane with pain
As if socialized wandering wizards chicken gizzards
My breaking point to no return hero burn
In sweat caged fury everything scarey
Shaded pine in derision chasing after delusion

Fought back the pain with a smile on the dial
To frolic in the whisper almost a certain Hitler
Shadows filled up with asps darkened portals pitch black
Her memory haunts me to this day I pray
Shortness of breath in pitch blackened vest
Let me take the time to get some things off my chest then rest

As if a caged rat that was hiding in its tiny hole death stole
The memory of a whisper pitch black death hero's vest
No time to rest & watch any double feature
Bitch with the sneakers!
Sadness in the soul portal going viral as it seems
Lethal demise yet one word to the wise
In recourse blackened pilgrims with skulls & crossbones to prey on the dead!


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Reflections of Love

I need to heal and fast,
I can feel the time running out, all too soon.
But can't push myself out of the agony,
The threads of pain pull me back like a puppet.
 
I seem wrong to be grieving now, odd one!
Everybody else is no longer black,
Me, haven’t seen the sunlight for long;
The mansion, its corridors, the rooms  now my world.
 
The wound in my heart is still too fresh,
It forbids me from a sunset on the beach,
It forbids me from running or skipping,
It forbids me from laughter and joy...
 
In denial: they say but it's not all true, I accept
I know he is dead, He is no more
But do I dump him in my past and move on?
The thought makes me hate myself!
 
He would want you to smile again, live further..
Strangers tell me his likes and wants, the know-it-alls.
I look straight ahead and avoid their prying eyes
It’s a losing battle, I know but let me lose in grace...
 
Visitors keep pouring in, with flowers and tears.
He was a man loved by many, the crowd proves it,
Everybody seems shocked and pale but not as lost as me
I glide along the windows, reliving the shadow of memories...
 
The moments were many, uncountable even,
It crushes my soul to think, they are all I have,
I see his fingerprints on the window panes,
I search for mine too, just beside him they lay...
 
The garden is being watered, but by a strange hand
The plants understand the master is now below them, 
He will never enjoy their colors or drive away moths
His ashes and scent scattered around the mango tree..
 
I smile at the garden then burst out laughing,
Before I know, warm tears run down my nose
But there still lingers a smile, wet with glistening tears
I am happy he lived, he lived full and more...


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The Execution Of The Valiant Man

Calm sits a valiant man inside of a dungeon
In Darkness sits a monk inside of a Monastery
And On this night they both share the same thoughts
how long God untill I am free from here
Footsteps resound down through the hall
 They Listen  as the sound goes back and forth
The Valiant man awaits his execution
The monk has been put in charge of reading his last rights
Now we hear the murmur as the crowd gathers
They are laughing and joking with one another
The Valiant man smiles because he too finds his death enjoyable
It's relaxing I must agree with him
And why is the monk so scared of death
The Final bell is rung
And There dressed in black 
under the black hood is the executioner
He runs his finger down the blade of his ax
He looks up here comes the Valiant man
And for the first time on the job
He is faced with fear
His composure faulters 
His finger slips and droplets of blood 
Fall from the fresh cut
Now there's a battle fuaght inside his mind
Because he knows 
that this execution will torture him forever
Silence falls over the crowd
This proud look of this mighty warrior
Commands respect and they observe it
The Monk stumbles but he does not trip up when he speaks
My Son are you ready to make peace with your Maker
Thank you Father, but me and God have never been in opposition
The Monks says You"re what the prophets wrote about
When they wrote about Valiant men
Son forgive me I am curious 
How many men did it take to capture you
He say's I don't know i killed them all
Father look around, I killed every man in the King's army
And I would of did it a long time ago
If i knew that they was going to reward me by sending me back to my Father
Let the peace of God be with you Monk
And with those words This worthy man falls to the ground
The Executioner can't bring himself to raise the ax
And this Valiant man taunts him in the face of death
Please do it! I never ask a coward for a favor


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Repent

We sleep deep with eyes reflecting sudden drag in turmoil

We lament then run full circles in distant fantasy parked by its brevity
In sleepless nights frozen conclave we insist that we get our way;
Shapes of frightened cold unleashed sway;
Colors flourishing in ambiance tempered in modest excursion

A sworn agreeable text to lament in hot regard to its pierced claim

Repent
~

Shattered glass on its myraid surface with plot;
Sadness in hearts that swell in its loosened conclave of ivy dew
Drops of loom loose filled the room faltered glow
Repent!

For the kingdom of God is at hand!

Through a choiced drama

Through a blaze of glory an almost different story!


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Breath

In the air,
dank mist rise to great,
while gleaming, white teeth are gnashed.

Roots seem to stretch to meet with small, outstretched fingers.

Her heart raced,
a loud pounding, throb echoing in her chest.
The growls rumbled low.

Three circled around.

Two ready to spring.

One, ears laid back.

The Devil's Six.

Her body shook,
small tremors coursing through her blood,
her muscles spasm to stay in control.

Lungs contract,
expand.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Frozen.

Sweat dripped down her face.
She closed her eyes as the Leader lept.

Collar, shoulder, neck on fire,
her arm ripped, a chilling scream.
chest split, teeth sank.

Blood pours,
life's blood spent.
Gone.

Gone from the reach of others,
to be devoured by the Leader and his mate.

Relished and savored,
to fill the circle of life in an endless cycle,

Tastes fulfilled.


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I'm Hell On Heels

It all happened in a flash. 
You came into my life, 
turned my world upside down,
then left me in the dark.
You put me through hell,
I fought to make it back up
to the surface of reality.
I had to survive on my own.
I had to fight the demons away.
I had to strive for life.
Now you're back,
asking for me to forgive you.
Ha!
I grew into a stronger woman,
since you did what you did, 
now I'm going to show you
what hell feels like, 
cause baby, well...
you're worthless,
you're a nobody to me,
you're a novelty painting 
in a run down dump.
You think that with your 
cute crooked smile you will
"win me over"
but not this time.
I have conquered
you're spell,
you're charm,
you're game.
Now I run this show
and well...
you're no longer good enough.
so farewell,
ta-ta for now,
hope you feel the pain you put me through.


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The Drowned Sun

Speak once, 
and softly,
so the river may know...    
 
* * *

"You've come to mourn,
his drowned bones."

[She starts to groan]

He was a
loving father,
a faithful son,
his body swept
and tossed
and now he's gone.

[Leaves fall and vanish in the current]

How now... Mysterious Death,
the speeding current,
time that pushes past,
how do I grab the minutes
so that they last?

"Accept"

[ The river flows and merges with the Earth, 
     and you look up and see the tops
     of trees waving in harmony 
     with the sky,
     and you, spot the sun again  ]


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Now you are put to rest - Part Two

                                                          II

You had said when I kidded you? After all I'm not going to be far away? Now you are put to rest?In a place dug and slabbed for you alone As if you were not going to rest for good ?with all the others?

It is a place to a side in the pebble-strewn sidewalk ?against the wall ?your feet to the east ?all the other feet to the south ?As of a general standing to a salute from his army

There was no sight of you ?The golden chocolatish-pink of your casket ?made more glittering the cross? I couldn't guess if you would have wanted the Church's ornament then the feeling of being out-of-place? thoughts of you in a cloud

We talked in suppressed tones? about you of you ?trying to be polite and succeeding among uneasy fellows? here and there some unwanted details slipped in through nervousness ?yet none felt your hand tremble on the racket

You were the master of the court ?as now you mastered your going by the low sleek slate-grained marble? in sharply polished angular correctness ?amidst shy upright cypresses and neatly cut passage ways of chipped stone

We sprinkled your tomb with Church water ?Neither rain nor snow you remember could keep you from finishing your game? Already as we turned in a column the voices now louder in the distance? They were arranging the roughly hewn stone slabs ?before the marble thickened your bed

You may at last be at rest ?with no one to challenge you to a test of strength? your referee's whistle holding its un-disputable silence

You came with the spring ?Now you go in cheery spring ?Your sollicitous voice still lingers in our courts ?You knew us all by name and style at play ?long before we met under your critical gaze


(Jean Franco, born in Morocco of Spanish stock, was an Income Tax Inspector and in his spare-time an International Soccer Referee for France. We often played tennis at the Tennis Club in Fresnes-94.)

©T.Wignesan 1992 April 21, 1992 - [from the collection: back to background material, 1993]


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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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Always Here

With a personality that shown bright as stars
And always a hint of clorox
Her presence will never be doubted

With the stories of her life
And the stories of ours
She will never leave our hearts

Even now, though she is far away
She can get through
And make even the strongest person shed a tear

With the pictures and memories
And how she always spoke her mind
She will live on forever

Though she's a world away
She'd want us to remeber her with smiles and laughs
Not tears and frowns


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The Journey

From time immemorial your story began
A hundred, a thousand, a million years and more
Your story past written a character just one
The tale of you bleeds into all

Each story unique while pieces the same
Today, tomorrow, millennia expended and gone
Your story continues passed first to no last
The tale of you bleeds into all

Through love and hate, laughter and death
Minutes and seconds grew to decades and days
The story being written you wrote each day
The tale of you bleeds into all

Memories endure through dream and remembrance
Yesterday is gone but tomorrow you live on
Your story yet written a character more than one
The tale of you bleeds into all

Your stories the fires shall never consume
A past, a future, a present goes on
The story you wrote lives forever in your love
The tale of you bleeds into all


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The Wise Old Man

There once lived a man with snow white hair,and a beard as black as coal. 
His house was small but his yard was big but  yet it was his own.
For he was the richest man in the world or at lest that's what I was told.
He showed the world many things and shared stories both new and old for he was a truthful man very wise and very old.
But on a cold winter night his heart of gold skipped a beat he took his last breath and he died in his sleep.
A great weeping there was for this man so meek.
They came from all around just to see him as they laid him in the ground.  
The old man was buried in a most beautiful grave.
His head stone was made of gold and white  Orchids they threw on his grave.
So now you know the story of a man so rich and wise, yes that's what someone told me but yet it could just be all a lie.


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BARNYARD BOUQUET

BARNYARD BOUQUET

Poor Mahitabel
Got et the yard boys do tell
Little Johnny’s pet

Johnny’s pal got et
Noisiest bird iver heard
Gobblin day and night

Ran em plum ragged
Put up one helluva fight
What a bedlam sight



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Bad Blood

Social injustices can affect so many

A hand to grasp to hide & hold
Set on fire to its oratory fragrance...

The streets were fought for territorial rights;
Out of negotiations with a long line of strife
The gangs outside were very mean & controlling,
Their territory was grueling etched in a barrage of discomfort....

Bad blood

Isn't it a pity that you hate the city;

With lines drawn in the sand some poles very shifty...
A novice may use quite a gentle approach;
An emotional conflict can result in fear, guilt & shame,
Guilt & shame need to be overcome by the grace of God,

Bad blood....

Throughout its beckoning call toward inevitable service,
Many years of growing up in the streets;
Phat rims & image keeping fades,
Jose was a long way off on that day...

The city kids were out for a fight that night,

With clearer heads having prevailed,
Some have often found themselves lying in a sewer;
Just waiting for another episode toward that in manuever,
Bad blood...

Jose was quick to draw his nine that day

Perhaps it was the bad blood that took him from behind ?
All alone with my silver spoon exposed to its elements;
Shadows proned to turn in the corner of my room
Fastened by the imaginations in my head

Wake up dead!

Yet in mere solace what matters most?
Like a lost seagull flying off the coast;
Try as you may the other way,
Bad blood...

Torn
Bridges are being burned having tables now being turned;
In solemn mast of rhetoric demise
Yet a word to the wise;

Bad 
Bad blood,
From darkness to light yet never giving up on the fight;
A tug at the heart will light the spark to what it is we have been waiting for...

Since creation unfolds a story that's being sold

Vibrant eyes turned to gold
As in a variation of a dream sorted through its sifted after glow exposed!

Bad blood.


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Thief

Black garments fall to the floor
Boots off, cane leaned against the door
Top hat lifts, welcoming them all

A bottle of ketchup in hand. . .

“Hello there,” He says to no one in particular
Some eyes stare upward, looking frightened
Pants slip off, skin tightened
“They don’t even smell yet…”
They will soon, I bet

I stand there like a board
In the shadows on my tip-toes 
I am caught…and yet, I’m not!
Us morticians tend to see some interesting things
But not anything like this. . . 

Black hand falls on the still, white faces
Brushing against squeaky leather. . .rubbing flesh
Gloves slide off to the ground
I watch in disbelief without a sound
Getting on the table with emaciated twins
Feeling wind on his face as the death cart spins
Slitted wrists rubbed with fingers in the crusted blood
Smiling, he removes his hood
Over them. . .ripping off their clothes
Nose to nose. . .that so-called Eskimo pose
Knife protrudes in view. . .entering within
Then the real blade comes out, and the smell begins

Why the hell am I watching all of this? 
Had I not come for one thing?
I was just on my leave when I heard the rustling
How used to the dead I am
To even the sad, lone mourners, grieving in their roam
My heart is stone cause it can’t bear to be alone
Futuristic comforts and funeralistic empathy 
So well respected am I by the honest town folk
No one would suspect a thing
I didn’t suspect a thing

But now, here he is and I am watching
So stuck in the moment, simply gawking!
I’m gagging too—hm, that’s new. . .
Does he find it kinky, sneaking into an old mortuary—
Imagining them screaming, squirting ketchup everywhere? 

I do think of calling
As the blade moves in and out of them
But my clouded eyes only stare. . .
I clutch onto the diamond necklace, 
Imagining the dead, insipid flesh that once touched it
And now how the cold chill of THIEF wraps around my neck
They  whisper it as he takes them all in
Thief. . .thief. . .tHiEf. . .THIEF!!!!!

Yes, surely she wanted the damn thing buried with her
But how would she care? 
Hah! ‘Old Mrs. Longbottom’ now ‘Ms. Ketchupbottom’. . .
Would my sin be covered by this sick tormentor of the dead? 
Handling those old, wrinkled fingers
The smell of sweet and salty tomato lingers
Thief. . .thief. . .tHiEf. . .THIEF!!!!!

He was stealing nothing from them
The dead cannot fight
Cannot possibly feel
Why then, does the glare gleaming in the dead woman’s eye
Seem so real? 
He was stealing nothing from them
The blame is all on me
Strangling my neck


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The Funeral Of A Hero

The Funeral Of A Hero

A bugle blows in the distance
Seven gunshots echo
Bouncing off of a thousand trees
A caisson led by dark black horses 
Carrying a simple black box draped in a flag
There is no one to say good bye
Except an officer dressed in a formal uniform
He places a silver star on the box
He salutes as the box is lowered into the ground
Just a few yards from a fallen president
He will remain known but not cared about
There will be no one come to mourn
He died defending those he fought with
He died fighting for a country who only knew him as a number
Now he does not have the chance to love
He does not have the chance to play with his son
He needlessly gave his life
All he has left is a white granite stone 
His named carved for anyone to see
But the stone it does not say what is important
It does not tell the entire story
It does not say that the young man below was a hero
A hero who died to save others
It just says that he lived and died
That is not enough


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Camille

Wake up to find its not just a dream, 
the morning rips a new wound of reality. 
Forever gone, Forever missing, 
All the regrets building up inside of me. 
I could have been better, 
cause you were the best, 
I love you with everything 
now you took your last breath. 
You went, happily 
and chased the birds over that rainbow bridge, 
I hope your watching from above c
ause when you left you took a part of my heart

...RIP My Beautiful Puppy. I Love You Camille Baby?


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Prayer

Those silent tears ran down again
So sure was I that they had dried
And the hollow feeling they had left
Matches no other but the one of death

So, close the casket or set  the fire
Let me not live another while
nurturing solitude with endless hope
embracing ghosts of fake smiles

Be this mind put at a final rest
All the sorrow ending at last
No struggle left to be done
Never another silent tear to run.


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Station Bench

Everyone is a child's child.

Everyone is grown some
little, some hardly at all.

Everyone is one
until they are none,
no more.


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Final Door

Brown house
Grey smiles
Green green grass
Black shoes
Crystal tears with heart felt whispers
Hugs

Blue sky with cream teeth
Green green grass
(hold that thought)
Glassed water grasped
Taut innards
Flowers brought

White horses
Braided manes
White lilies
Window pane
White carriage
To carry forth
Green green grass
Hold that thought

Passing traffic
Collars grasped
Blurry images
Tend then pass
Crystal tears
Smart black tie
Shake and smile
Avoid the eye

Deep breath enter in
Listen watch
Let them begin
Then stare at the floor

'Bye bye darling'
Open door

(using colours and images as a distraction to absolutely the worst day of my life)


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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


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Do you care

On the high way
My side mirror recalls
The object that appear
Are closer then 
They seem to be…
Yet so close we are
Taking destiny for ride
Many are a head and 
Many behind, on road
Wondering in this city.
Tales of 1000 souls
I am one of them with little
Blessing to share. 
My believe, My Prayers 
To Lord, is driven by Job
My Visa, my rent, my bills
Run in the veins of my day.
Morning, I do open my eyes 
Only to report to job, 
My wife, my children and my God
Await my return by night.
I recall not, what I did last night
When I slept, what my wife said,
Not even my child’s smile
Yet my 9 to 5 schedule is perfect
Morning open with coffee on gas stations
Traffic on highways, on city road
Fines and radars, mobiles and overspend
Frustrated yet have to drive a head
Slow in fast lane with mobile on ear
Or lady, prejudice it may seem
But I recall it in my car, another
Guy flying in his accord, reads a sign
“just cruising”, damn with smile.
Switching between channels, 
Some jams, some songs to hear
Discussion VoiceBoards, interviews
Money minutes, gold rates
Some blast, some peace deals
What a way, to say Good morning.
Yet hope I am not fired today, 
As the morning news did say recession 
Job cuts and job losses, long leave
Companies disappearing, stocks diving
Face book blocked in offices
Looks a gloomy day.
Yet hope drives my day, a head
Beyond my reach some time
I finish my job, drive home,
Just a pleasant look on my child
A warm welcome from my wife
Makes me human from machine.
Taking deep breath of relieve 
I thank God, for all His mercy
And pray for Goodness tomorrow
And wish for all those left jobless
Lay in the arms of  beloved
I dream, with hope for better
Tomorrow. 


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The Morning of My Brother's Funeral

As the wild bear ate the wild berry
She noticed a wild beauty of her own-rain.
She lived in Michigan
Blue rain kissed the green trees
But only one tree made her heart sing
Did the rain feel sorry for itself
Was the question ringing from dusk to dawn it did
And no one heard it but her. 
A storm was coming in the distance
A hurricane of peace forced her to dream big dreams
A dream from the younger version of herself
The tenacious one 
who would chow down on freshly carved crayons
Thinking thoughts of a sunny moon
Or who hear her taste buds
Singing among tall tall trees, blue blue rains.
She too has grown fond of wild things
As the night of regret fades
The bear, the berry, the rain, the wild
All beautifully crafted
Were these new sculptors of art
Proper artists without knives
So she sang of ol’ Michigan’s nature to gray skies.
This rainstorm was a storm of all storms
For she cried, she wept, and then she fainted
For she was the lonely wild berry
Desperate for more than rain
But oh t’was Michigan’s nature who lived in her
Pain was a mirror whose tears resembled her, 
for she was rain.
And all wild, sinful things were washed away
But what about the many sins of my dearest brother?
Was he not forgiven by his foolish wife
It was in his latter days,
That she finally had crept up close enough
To taste the voice of my brother’s sight
He too was a wild berry, 
So we placed a wild red rose on his warm stone. 
Why was my brother’s wife at this funeral?
She was not of him nor the rest of my family
My brother was blind enough to still seek
After Michigan’s beauty
Its nature he hungered for more and more
Wanting his thirst to be quenched
By that tangy orange sun, the blue rains,
The wild berries, the tall green trees. 
But it rained the morning of brother’s funeral
A funeral that hadn’t happened yet
For Michigan rain was but a dream with in dream 
Screaming chaos ever so silently, and so gently
That morning I reckoned the only
Stranger at my brother’s funeral was his wife
Yes, for we knew him
Even more so after his death
And that moment, Michigan’s nature, too, embraced us.


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Second Honeymoon

My mother’s funeral was today
I just left the funeral service
Dad took her death pretty hard
None of us saw it coming

Her death made me start to realize
Of how life is so precious and short
As I started to drive back home
I realized that I cannot waste anymore time

So I’m going to take my wife to the city,
Reserve a suite at the Hilton,
Order us a bottle of champagne,
And hold her tight in my arms

She will probably wonder
On why we are taking this trip
But when if it comes to that
I will just tell her:

“Sweetheart, I love you with all my soul
And we just need to get away
So sit with me here
And let us enjoy our second honeymoon.”


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inner agitation

I sat beside you on a couch
In canted ground-
I sat on its lower side-
On purpose-
Waiting for you to roll over me-
But you were hanging tight on the upper side,
And that pushed me to look up in the sky
And wish the earth was vertical-




(originally written in modern Greek and released in February 2006 from Nocturnal 
Publications – translated here by the author)


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Ha HA ha super soldiers

15 years, 20 jobs
11 ambulance rides
15 people died
moved 20 times
countless admissions to a hospital
the right to my own person overlooked

4 murders
2 suicides
the police and psychiatrists covering their tracks
lengthy period of punishment
look it up in the charter of rights and freedoms

war criminal doctorate in malpractice
the biker gangs overtaking the police system
a global enemy

me your blond haired blue eyed poetic criminal
100 year war mission victom
im sure even politicians and tv journalists have 
infiltration instruction to micromanage a society 
built on someone elses empire of lies

prepare the funeral pyre
the kiss and tell blackmail of sabotoge
name one persons life today
they have not completely destroyed
among the homeless in your shelters
you sniff out the senses of your enemies

Egg in the church basket like the mafia
who only takes care of their own
the list of ancestries and family trees
of guilty by association
red carpet grave funeral party

recruited for war
instructed on their mission
letter in the mail
and no escape for them
lost on an island
global enemies sent
different uniforms worn
representing the doublestandards of their vile crimes
police, and doctors, judges, and criminals alike
the layers of your life to get to drug ring bosses
stranded on this island to become a true war hero this time
either dead before you get there
or dead upon arrival
survival instincts of the jail house maximum security
island arrivals

Global enemies of all sides
sent to this modern bermuda triangle
the global army insists upon it
in the end we bomb the million stranded starving terrorists
forced to die a hero

the seven names on this list of enemy powers
guilty by association in the criminal records
Ha Ha Ha super soldiers
im just a blonde haired blue eyed poetic criminal
your 100 year long war mission
finaly explained, your long term plan for survival

Round em up
everyone of them
your global enemy that has caused this much confusion
lead to the wars we fight today
the truth remains unknown
global enemies all around the world
the terror that they spread
like the rise of the hell's angels


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The Idiot

Almost 
Shades of pine in derision on the loom/

Generous sway through timeless appease the trees,
Brandished by timely groves chased after wind breeze,
Sullen...
I hit my head on a passing potatoe through the leaves;

The Idiot

Charmed in an almost decadence shattered fragments 
They say that we are young only once on point
Visible
Shattered glass amidst the decorum shredded braid,

Tempted again through the wind/

Blatant 

My head swell as if an almost glow;
Black ash through peach cornerstones
Farmers in delusion there frequent solution
Viable breach of peace 

Sullen fragments out on the pavement floor lest I implore,
Control freeks in sullen apartment dealings fly's on wall
The ocean with sun no fun we run in timeless fight
Shallow scheme amidst the chore a quaint bore of illusion

Fought back the tears with a smile etched in the decorum once more
A tree to loom in timeless bleed
Achieve
Certain factual death?

The idiot would squirm ego burn another page is now turned;
Ass!


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Mourning Rules

If you bring roses to my funeral, I will haunt you
I will rattle your windows,and go thumping
and bumping in your attic.
If you place mementos at my graveside
I will place dead birds at your doorstep
every morning, to scare your children.
If you cry and weep over my coffin
I will be sure to bring a thunderstorm
to all your spring picnics.
So, for your own good , please remember
If you must bring something, make it a drink
If you must leave me something, let it be a smoke
If you must shed tears, laugh until you cry
and play "Good Riddance".


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Unread Questions

I want to be brave
I can't trail on...when you're gone (2)
Why are you gone?

Hey, I can't save...you from the sorrow - I can save you from the grave
Do you want me to grieve for you?
I can't hold on...when I have no hope - we must wait till the dawn
Where are they going?
Where have they gone? 
Why is this frustration growing? ooh...
Why’s the wind whispering in my ears?
How could I face my fears?

(ooh ooh) 
Do you want to be brave?
Do I have the ability to be brave?
You’re fighting back the tears…
I’m bottling up the fears
Why?
Why do you want this love to end up in the grave?
You’re regretting everything…
Why are you hard on yourself? 
I’m trying to forget that one thing…
Is it my fault your acting so strange?
Is it my fault that we have the problems spreading like cancer? 
Is it Satan's fault?
(Oooh… oooh…)

I want to be happy
Why aren't you happy?
I can’t feel my feet…when I feel so incomplete… (2)
Why do I feel this horrid feeling?
Hey now – I can’t hold you all throughout the night…I can’t set you free
I have my insecurities…I sometimes hope you’re doing great…it’s a treat
To finally know where you’re going…
But I still store up unanswered questions
They pass my train of thought
And then I fight it all away, but all for naught
What's the meaning of life?

I don't have the answers...
Do I search for clues?

The wind leaves my heart to beat… it’s still blowing…
Why’s your voice ringing in my head?
How could I go to bed?    

These questions
Are left on your desk like debt
Pay attention!! 
Are you answering my questions yet?

You're reply is naught......................
....................
............. 




Where have you gone now?


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Torture Within

There is a dividing line between the chasm fault

Some are eager & content to appear righteous yet
They are only fooling themselves through a dance
One in twain marked on its blotted page yet fully intact
Working too hard can give anyone a heart attack

Lines have been drawn in the sand
When will we ever understand?
The visible from the invisible yet now were caught in the middle
Some our eager and content in playin second fiddle?

Clearer heads have prevailed yet

There is still known torture from within my friend
One will take the time out to listen
A sign of grace spread out upon a peyton place
Circumstances all for second glances?

Yet the heart from within will surface again 

Fought back the tears with a smile still to know all the great while
A pen on a paper a stereo to caper
Me & Eric b & a nice cool plate of fish
Sorry to have missed its waiting bliss

In agony we will begin to see
A misfortune to a heightened reality as a key
Soaring ever higher then ever before reaching great heights
Shattered fragments on the pavement floor 

Some are eager & caught in vice
perhaps another chance or a roll of the dice?


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Eric -RIP-

Why did you leave?
Oh companion of mine
Why did you leave?
Twas it really your time? 
Did you see no point in staying 
another measly day? 
By my side if you were oh the 
things I would say! 
Judge you, I would not
Tis not in my nature
The emptiness I feel from your 
passing measures to that of a 
crater
A bullet took your life
One blast and it's through
What pains me to know is the 
gun was held by you
All you left behind was a note 
for family and friends
Inscribed were many ' I love 
you's ' 
And your deep heartfelt 
amends
No need to say sorry
For you lived a full life
I shall always remember this 
through the pain, struggles, 
and strife
'You don't know what you got 
until what you got is no more'
Oh how this saying is true!
As the tears stream my face 
and I reminisce of you
With anger in our eyes and 
pain in our hearts
We lay you to rest
Hoping that solace will 
overflow in our lives
We miss you Eric 
This is in plain black and white
Had we the power we'd wish 
you back to life
I take comfort in knowing one 
day we'll meet again
Beyond the pearly gates 
reunited  as friends
This is NOT goodbye
Only a brief farewell
When shall we meet again?
Only time will tell


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Grief

You are hell bound,
Your sounds resound,
A faint echo of my own shadowing reflection.

I grasp a mug from behind the door,
And yet its remains shatter among the tiles,
Glittering like eyes upon the floor.

I know your there to feel,
A knowing familiar smell,
And yet to physically touch you,
My tips can’t seem to dwell.

The mirrors to your past have ceased,
I cannot stare at them as well,
It is enough to see your face,
Each time you set your fearsome spell.

They said you'd left me,
Flashing lights the uniform informing,
And yet how little you have left,
Your time is still yet dawning.

So hold me tight,
Remove the remaining light that flickers in my limbs,
For if I am to be haunted,
I’ll be mourned in church by hymns.   


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Take Back Time

This never should have happened
It’s really all my fault
Take back time
And put that glass on my wrist

They took you away from me
Just a little too soon
Take back time 
And put that knife through my heart

You lay there motionless
A never ending dream
Take back time
And lay me in that coffin

I’m sorry for what I’ve done
A silent tear on my sorrow
Take back time 
And make it right


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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.



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The art Of Spring

Bright blue skies on a spring day
Fulfills my horizon
Blue birds and robins pass me by

Mountain, trees, and animals
Priase God Abroad
The frsh air bring forth calmness
A quiet serene a waits my soul

Red orange and violets
Represents God's glory
Flowers slowly rise with the sun
And water crickets sings songs of glory

Fresh water arises with the scent 
Of of sweet savory of God's spices
Beach rolls in the lazy tide
I sit back and enjoy it all

The art of spring is glorification
Of all tings God created
He's the world famous artist

He


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Look To The Sea

With waves crashing to my feet repeat in timeless cavity;

Stranded through its idle pull in our ellaborate flames...
Shallow pools in its left over residue plain yet what to do?
Still,
Look to the sea...

Onto a far off distance after she would marry me
Let all evil now flee,
The turning of the dial in its exquisite source
Look to the sea,

A waves tumbling then what to believe
A grand fulfillment in what to achieve;
In long lines we will find,
A tollerance for truth yet one drop of a dime

In time we can come to a reason for while we are alive?
Look to the sea a reason to believe,
What have we achieved?

Our fallen economy collapsed at its seams!
Scream
Through the notion of laughter a tear drop fell
Amidst the excursion an inner swell

We look deep through the pyramids amidst its timeless cavity...
Look to the sea lest I refrain amidst a traverse glue hero's are game
A line drawn in the sand,
When will we ever understand?


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Enigmatic Lane

Enigmatic Lane

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

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

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

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


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I'LL SMILE 4 U

Stroll through the Illest Empire
So much heat feeling like we’re living in the fire
But we’re living under fire
Tell me how many shots must it take before my loved ones are crying at my own wake
Its time for a break from sad eyes I’ve seen grown men cry
It hurts to tell a loved one good-bye
It’s the same reason why they died
Hearts just too full of pride
Mothers praying their young’n wont be a victim of a homicide
Too many drive-bys blood shed for a block you really can’t call mine
Wishing we could turn back time
High off of nickels’ and dimes
Making moves to boost your grind looking for hope
But the hustle got us in a head choke
Don’t blame me for acting crazy cause this how the streets made me and you
To watch our back and throw bows and cuss
Cause you got to be tough when times are rough
I know your asking when will enough be enough
And truth is I don’t know but this is how it goes down
But if I make it out will you smile for me now

So many families struggling with poverty
I don’t judge cause that use to be me
Watching mom come home late
Barley any food on our plate
So young and life we already hate
Praying God bring us something great
My clothes were cheap imitates and kids called you on them for being fake
Knowing mom bust her ass to provide
But all your knock offs you begin to hide
Ashamed of what you own
I know how you feel I been there too
I see mothers walking there kids to school
And the walk is far when you cant afford a car
Mom hoping one day you’ll be a star
I know about being next to poor
Your local neighborhood liquor market is your grocery store
Wishing you didn’t have to go through that living off of food stamps
Cube the neighborhood is a trap but we’ll all be free
So smile for you and me

Even 2pac said smile for me
This isn’t how its always going to be unless you let it be
In our different way we’re all a G
Cause we’re trying to make it straight legit
Whatever your hustle never quit but don’t lose yourself in it
Cause you still got a long ways to go
Still got a long time to grow
Use what you know to get by or you wont survive
Remember to always keep your dreams alive
Whatever it is just do it and never try
The limit is the sky so keep your heads held high
And when you come to a hard road just always know nothing can keep you down
You’ll be able to come back around
So give yourself a chance
And I’ll smile for you now

JUNE ‘06
B.K.M.jr


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Still with me

My dear beloved friend,
I feel you late at night,
Curled atop my feet,
And keeping my heart alight.
I see your sweet smiling face,
Everytime I close my eyes,
And feel you rub against me,
With all the love you have inside.
My loving baby girl, 
I feel you here beside me,
Comforting me of all my pain,
Your close to me once more,
And I have not to weep as much,
When I feel your tail waggin against my legs. 

RIP My Puppy Camille <3 
I love you babygirl


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Suicide Remorse

The Shot rings out...
and then it's over.

Done.

And all the crying in the world,
won't change a thing.

People always say
I wish I would have been there
I wish I would have known
I should have done something...
said something...
known something...
Been there.
Cared.
Things could have turned out so differently.

But the fact of the matter is...

People always say these things later
and never before...
Never before its too late...

And always at the funeral.


(November 11, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved

 



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The Girl Behind the Mound

The dead march ahead,
But she hides behind a mound
A wooden barrier is all that protects her from being found.

Their soulless eyes burn bright,
As they walk ahead on
Trudging through the darkness as it swallows the dawn.

Their eyes are hungry, as they smell her soul’s essence.Her breath accelerates when they discover her presence.

Darkness swallows her as she whispers her final prayer;when morning comes she will no longer be there.

The dawn spreads its wings,
But dark clouds billow down,
Crying their grieving tears
For the stolen soul that will never again be found.

Days pass ahead
She’s buried in the ground
And they cry silent tears
For the girl behind the mound.


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How

How do you expect me to breathe 
Without you by my side? 
How can I go on with my life 
If yours is ceased? 
How do I keep my vision
If I can't see your face? 
How can I talk 
If it's not to you? 

When you left, 
You took everything with you. 
My life, 
My smile, 
My happiness, 
My breath, 
My voice, 
My heart. 

I can't breathe, 
I can't see, 
I can't be without you. 

You killed me.


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Sister

My soul cry’s from the pain of the greatest lose someone could imagine
The loss of a loved one
People say time and time again that “it will never happen to them, it’s one and a million”
But the truth is it does happen and when you least expect it to
I cry the tears of loneliness for I have lost a part of myself
I am incomplete now that my love one is gone
I lay in bed and fall into a peaceful slumber so I can remember the times we shared
All the times we made each other laugh
The times we were there for one another when things were tough
Things are tough now and I don’t have the warmth of your comfort or the joy of your smile
But I most hold my head high and remember that you wouldn’t want me to be sad
You would look at the bright side of things never at the bad
I write this for you
For you to know I will not be sad because I know you’re in a better place
Where loved ones care for you and surround you
Rest in peace I love you now and forever.


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Adoptive Pain

I wish to fit bereavement 
that truly decays you all,
but I am at loss
for never mustering sentences enough
when I had the chance.
But I wish to care for those
who did.


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The Talk Of The Town

We keep to ourselves amidst a fight within

We dream of dating Billy Joel's daughter then wake up alone again
In silence we erect portals to honor the dead;
Shattered fragments making mutations out of store bought bread,
As Poe did having felt a funeral in his brain they complain;

The Talk Of The Town...

In Summer we make our amends out of its setting sun undone,
Shaped dreams through the sky as sitting down blanket a passerby
We make words out of complex circles then paint a frosted face on
Shattered once again unfriend me,

We wait every year for our vacation then realize we can't take one,

Deadly vipers filled with poison in the intellect of our minds lazy diamonds,
We make wings out of painted glass to grasp a meaning or notion in thought;
The talk of the town...
Stay clear of the pathway that leads to destruction & death

We must all confess a tear drop burdens the angry soul
An eclipse of the sun had tainted my inner vision
Now was their something I had been missing?
Nails with barbed wire fences felt a funeral in my brain again.

Having hoarders in the soul I'm way out of control!


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Gone

If you feel your heart 
Is beating but it is not,
If only you could still
Hear your heartbeat.

I wish to feel the breeze 
One last time
But it seems that 
I cannot feel it anymore.

I feel like I am lost
I guessed nobody will find me
Trapped in darkness like this
I think I am in the abyss.

If I touched someone
It would go right through,
If I looked into the mirror
My reflection is not there.

I realise that I am gone
I am heartless
But I could still hear 
Those sorrows trapped inside.

No more feelings,
No more pain,
No more life,
Nothing will be the same.

If you feel your heart 
Is beating but it is not,
If only you could still
Hear your heartbeat.


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The hood die young

The hood die young.. Written May 
2008 When two young men from 
my city, Montreal got their lives 
taken away within days of 
eachother& too soon. Gone but 
never forgotten RIP RAMBO & 
NETSA ! & All the other fallen 
soilders xo

The Hood Die Young 

I Was Always Told The Good Die 
Young
& It Got Me Thinkin' All The People 
So Young We Done Lost Was From 
The  Hood
Society Claims Were Up To No Good,
Puttin' Dirt On Their Names As They 
Layin' In The Mud
BUT I Know They Just Lyin' Because..
The Good Die Young & So Does The 
Hood,So I Say The Hood Die Young 
Instead  
 Doin' Anything To Break Bread,
As We Know That Ain't The Reason 
They All Dead.
God  Had A Better  Plan For Them 
Instead
Our  Challenge Is To Hold Our Head,
As High As We Can!
Remember  We'll Meet Again
At The Promise Land ..
No Matter What We'll Be Sad!
BUT Smile In Thier Memory
Eventhough  You Feel Like Life Ain't 
How It Supposed To Be,
Breakin' Down Like This,However 
One Day You'll See
The Pain In Your Heart Set Free  
& God Specifically Choose Them For 
The Reason
There's A Time And Place For 
Everything And Their Time Was 
Done 
Hoods Are Cryin'
'Cause Hoods Are Dyin'
Just Keep Your Head Up & Keep 
Prayin'
Respect The Hood,Keep Showin' 
Loving
'Cause As You Know;The Hood Dies 
Young  
Regardless Where You Come From 
Stay True To You & Live Life How 
You Want To 
'Cause That's How We Remember 
You.

Written By Yours Truly; S.C Babyy ?


REST IN PEACE TO ALL FALLEN 
SOLDIERS?


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Stolen Night

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

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


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HAGGLING IN AN EMPTY MARKET

Now the sun goes down to rest from its daily shining
How then have you come to an early grave 
Passing in a boisterous way from the lip of dawn
Rambling around the God swollen foot .
Wailing, crying and gnashing of teeth  prevent not the grave  from receiving its dusty guest.
At the shore of  Victoria beach, 
Here we were, hanging our lyre, pipe, and drums
Shedding tears at the shrouded view of a sandy host
The sea also arose in a sad mood.
Span my days! Full of sadness  from its genesis
Mother weep, relatives shed tears, whether that of crocodile – now i know
May be they all want to make an alien a nationale
The dead cry for the dead’
Only time will tell, when the beauty will sleep in abode of unconditional comfort.

Now! I can hear, the song of a songbird
Singing sweetly and softly,
Oh little bird! You are not sad like us
I am neither sad nor  lonely
But singing of the last embrace , when the saint are matching on
I am neither sad nor lonely
Rejoicing with the wise travellers that are free of debt the given the account of their individual marketing journey

Cry for Joy! Says oh nightingale 
For it is better to respond to the call  while  the dew is still wet on the grass
With a great welcoming party.
Than to be covered with burning shame at the end of a million lengthen years 
In the city of temporal shelter.
Haggling in an empty market, so long , with an empty purchase  where time and effort were spent  in a flashing memory
Vanity upon vanity


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An Emperor's gift to his son (the story of the root of all evil)

There once was an emperor who had a son
a son who would need to learn lessons in mastermining
to govern the world 
thus he gave his son a gift
the lottery

By doing proper math,
formulating teams
to purchase every possible ticket
to win his own lottery
a life lesson of a bribe to demonstrate his ability of doing some excellent math

by mentioning this one day
the emperor's son was ostrocised by society
shunned, introduced to temptation after temptation
drugs and alcohol
held hostage by society

driven to madness
the emperor's son
lit a house on fire to serve his prison sentence
away to a mental institute where he was mentally and physically tortured
through an abusive therapy of medications
reverse psychology

Not sure if my father is still out there
if i'll ever get to meet him
if i was kidnapped or switched at birth
this is my story of a gift an emperor gave
turned society into a disgusting life long experience
while living constant punishment of how pointless life was
formed their own teams
using the emperor's son's formula
rubbed their happiness and succes in his face
proceeded to use their funds to keep their hostage miserable

There is nothing worse in the world you can do to me
it's all been done
nothing worse than existance
i know this from personal experience
many of you were bribed and ready to do the wrong thing
many of you who looked upon a tortured soul and couldn't see his pain
just retaliate with more punishments for his imperfections
nothing more than perfect emotions anyone would feel

This is my story
a truth i've never known or been told
desire parental tests by some doctor who is not going to accept a bribe
i deserve to know the truth
it is definately my turn to have something good happen to me
for the first time in my life

when for the first time in my life
don't be surprised to find it to be an overwhelming experience
of one person's struggle to defend their own life
discover their truth
outwit their suppressors
and overcome the knowledge a disgusting life experience
that will never happen to anyone again

I lived the root of all evil that you used as a weapon
as i was claimed victom to your comandments you used to blackmail me with   
make me look like i was the 
antichrist
do not lie about this
start talking
i'm sure there is a higher reward in freeing societies captive
so he can meet his own father
im tired of trying to comit suicide on christmas and my birthday


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Talitha Cumi Rise

' Talitha Cu'mi - - - Rise ! ... '


        (Tal' i-tha cu' mi)
(An Ancient Arabic/Syrian Phrase)



(Mark 5: 41 / John 5: 28, 29 / John 6: 39 /  John 10: 3-15, 27 / John 11: 23-27)



'Talitha Cumi ... Rise!'
Said The One Who Can Save All Lives
Talitha Cumi ... Rise!
Death's Cut Will Not Be Your Knife
-- Talitha Cumi ... Rise! --

Talitha Cumi ... Rise!
From Your Bed & Your Good-Byes
Talitha Cumi ... Rise!
Hear My Voice & Recognize
-- Talitha Cumi ... Rise!

'Rise! From Upon Your Bed
Greet The Brightest Day Instead
Greet The Blessings On Your Head
The Blood of Life For You I Bled
-- Talitha Cumi ... Rise!' --

'Talitha Cumi ... Rise!'
Said My Beloved Lord Jesus Christ
'I Covered You In My Sacrifice
and You Praised Our GOD For That Price
-- Talitha Cumi ... Rise!' --

'Little One - Open Your Eyes
Loved Ones - Dry Your Eyes
'Cause Resurrection Ain't No Lie
Wake Up! ... and Walk Eternal Life!'

Tal i-tha cu' mi  ... Rise!


         Written & Copyrighted ©:  9/26/2013 
                  by:  MoonBee Canady


Examples of a Resurrection:  The Spring Season, Butterflies from Cocoons, 
A Buried Seed, A Healed Skin-Cut, A Revived Heart (and) A Human Being
(and the song above is how I felt after my Lumpectomy Surgery) Oh yeah!

MoonBee


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Language Cannibals

Consuming brain waves from plentiful touch
Exchange of sorrow, mirth, and incredulous dirges
Following the sign of the times
Discourse as it reeks from chest cavities
Angsting bloated bodies barrelled into walking murmur
You sleepy disease fungal fortunes run amiss
Runinous with divisive claims


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Latenight No2

On grieving:
there is both a time
and a place.
Leave your swollen sensations at your seats,
and please allow the door to hit you on your way out;
I can tell you need the kick.
Call it a funeral,
sounds like a carnival,
call it a funeral,
I call it a fun-for-all.


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My Mind

My mind is kind of sick and twisted
People always wonder what’s going on inside
Well here’s a little peak of what you’d come to find

Walking through the cemetery hand in hand with a ghost
Running through a small town with a mutilated demon
Dancing on a strangers grave while it’s raining glitter
Riding on a zebra ripping out your heart
Being such a freak lurking in the shadows
Making disembodies voices crawling through the storm
Visiting the horror show with a freshly sharpened knife
Sweet nightmares of murder until you scream with fright
Always comparing the red in things to different shades of blood
You gotta love the black of night dripping behind closed lids

This is what my mind is like while we’re supposed to be learning in school
Thanks for visiting my mind please don’t stay too terribly long
For if you do there will be some scary visions dancing through your soul


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Dead

Love Is Dead
Hope Is Dead
Trust Is dead
Death is dead
Privacy is Dead
Liberty is Dead
God is Dead
Nietzsche is Dead
I'm Dead
You're Dead
He's Dead
She's Dead
We're dead
Don't you want to be Dead too?


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Burial

Burial
            Pawpaw's funeral

So many bodies stand around an open casket 
Watching as it slowly falls into the Earth,
Black veils cover the mourns of all women
Men hold back their silent tears.

A priest prays over the burial
As rain gently falls,
Quiet drops stick to the deep red roses
That lay across the deceased.

Rifles lift in the thick air
As everyone looks to the dead grass,
Boom-
A cry from a small girl echoes,
Boom- 
Everyone flinches,
Boom-
Tears become heavier.

The guns lower 
To the sides of the soldiers,
They quietly walk away
With foggy eyes.

A slow tear falls down the face of all men
As the coffin is closed,
Women collapse to the ground
With hope of resurrection 
From their loved one.


Leigh Theriot


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Dead Girl

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

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

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

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


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Straight Black Coffee

Straight Black Coffee
From some hole in the wall diner
in a town of ten-thousand people
tastes a lot like soot,
or bitter ash.  Coffee grinds
float weightlessly on the surface
black gnats flailing.  Derelicts.
Abandoned in a blackened sea.

The silence is surreal, unnatural
Akin to those peculiar moments before a funeral
When pale bodies in black suits
sit stiff in pews, like naked trees,
and the Reaper can be felt
sliding through the aisles.
Crooked fingers wrapped around
a gleaming scythe.  Bony mouth
opened wide.  Howling at the sky.

The Universe holds its' breath.

"It's like a dusty tomb in here,"
I hear a big-toothed waitress say,
the lights are grey
and coated in tar.
Dead insects bake on the bottom,
One can hear them crackle and fry.

It's a somber cell
with peeling yellow wallpaper,
baby crying in the street
Reaper clicking his stiffened feet

Or a Poem,
"I Heard a Fly Buzz," 
by Emily Dickinson.

The King is in the Room, now
The King is in the Room.


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Least Favorite Things

Ribbons on spiders
And ghosts in your closet
Blood on the walls
And skeletons in bed
Night turns to day
And fantasies that drown
These are a few of your least favorite things
Mummies unwrapped 
and immortals that die
Music without sound
And flags with no pride 
Dresses with tears
And comedy that cries
Just a few more of your least favorite things
A day without fear 
And tradgedies so warm
Speaking with violence
And sports that have knives
Rest without peace 
And hate with no flame
This ends our list of your least favorite things


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Disconnection

I'm…
so tired of my heart 
breaking

I'm …
so tired of my hands 
shaking

I'm so tired of my mind
racing

I'm through pacifying 
my disconnection

Do I only love you for who you used to be?
When you said you'd wait for all eternity?
Did you drink away every memory of me?
How am I not everything you’ll ever need?!

I've had to sit down and write this 
to tell you the words i can't speak
When I'm around you now i feel weak
I'm drowning in my disconnection

Where did he go??
You are not the soul I used to know
Where did your memories go?!

Why has the meaning disappeared…
So suddenly
Now I realize I should too

You act like you remember nothing 
I can tell that’s what I mean to you
After all I’ve done for you
All I want is to be emotionless too

In the end I guess it’s what I love the most about you…..
Your disconnection.

[©2012 SLS, this soon to be a new song for It Is Rife With Ambiguity]
www.sorrylittlesharky.com


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Request denied

Request denied

Door opens, let in the rain.
I thank you all, who know my name?

Sweetness, must come to say goodbye,
Remember the trembles, stillness in my eyes.

Waves of rushing emotions, Tortured souls is all that is left
I've had enough of this! Oh please, take this breath. 

Take me under, safe of slumber, World of chaos, mouth of madness. 
Haters, liars, cheaters, your realm is set, show your weakness.

Ignore your innocence, keep your laugher, 
Close this chamber, request denied.

Your promise has been sent...
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lighted fingers

our father, who art in heaven
hallowed be thy name thy kingdom come
a muttering chorus amidst the silence
as a firefly lands on my fingers

sending tribute to either god
or the soul that the unbelieving congregation mourns for
a constant mummer of your name in untouched hearts
a procession of empty prayers for the ashes

scattered in an urn of porcelain encased in
a shroud of guilt and confusion and shock
on this 3rd day of the 4th month
may the world weep for the
man they never knew.

the fireflies are burning in the air (are you there?)
breathing graves three feet under where my feet stand
where his no longer are
and no longer will
but oh— will you please come back?

come, may the light of these fireflies linger upon the
tears that fall from the empty. may
thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven
may hopeless hope lift the ungrounded spirits of this
congregation of faithful cynics with steeled hearts and bolted minds.
and in this time and space of desperation—

give us this day our daily bread
it is only in these moments
that the entire world believes just for a moment that maybe
just maybe god will be there

and in that moment— that god must be there

the last slivers of thread as the fingers let go
forgive us our sins as we forgive those who sin against us
but in our hearts a symphony of loathe and
hatred for everyone and everything
where blame is a burning firefly that refuses rest.

the light on my fingers is a faint flicker

lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil
that reigns in our blood but flows into grief
a multitude of concentrated desolation where
the firefly graves are in the hands of our people

for thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory
and the stills moving in an endless wave as we walk away
an overwhelming voice of many voices
whispering the lords prayer

as we all did,
as we all one day do

now and forever—
(amen)

– – –

i watch you fade away into the darkness
shining eyes; lighted fingers
waving goodbye, ill be okay
retreating into the mist of the morning,

leaving me as wordless
as the god i once believed in

– – –

since youve gone away
ive started loving the world so much
all i ever want is to leave it

– – –

and so i whisper my final prayer, oh god–
if youre up there,
take me?


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Keeping him company

Clumsy feet transporting a barren shell,
She cannot lift her mournful eyes, she fears
her anguish will project, and she'll crack.
Barely visible behind her veil of grief
her lips twitch soundlessly, a private prayer
for serenity, or sanity? 
For the security she cannot provide.
Her job, done, before even begun.
Her arms, they ache, they only support herself,
Holding herself in, the only thing protecting
her heart and soul from disgorging, cascading.
Still, she makes no sound, no motion,
No notion she can even feel at all, not now, not then.
She won't ever sleep again, void of horrors,
A recurring incubus to remind her of her unaccomplishment.
She rouses from her mental block, and listens to the thud
of dirt, upon buff, waxed wood, barely six foot below.
The same clumsy feet, transporting this barren shell
shuffles from the mausoleum, impoverished, arid.
A symbolic cross, her only trophy after nine long months.
Cemetery scents instead of talc and purity.
An abundance of unanswered inquisitions, what if? Why me?
But God chooses only the most special of angels for company.


26 Aug 2011


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Loves The Dead

Loves the Dead


My mother loves the
dead she has a curious
fascination with the
dead.

She loves to attend
the funerals of
family members
and even strangers.

My mother is the
first person to call 
and talk endless
about the dead.

Does not matter if
she does not know
these dead people
but she cries tears
of sorrow as if she
does.

If she could be
hired at wakes as a
professional mourner
she would be a
millionaire because
she is very
convincing.

But at the family
funerals she is very
animated. 
My mother is the one
to watch because she says
that she is going to
jump in the coffins of
this cousin or that
aunt or that 
brother-in law or
sister.

My mother loves to
watch the local news
programs for news about the
dearly departed and
then she makes arrangement to
attend the funerals.

Once she took three
Septa buses to attend the funeral
of a little girl who died across
town in North Philly.

Another time she
attended the funeral
of a house itself.
She heard about a
run-down house that
was to be eulogized
and given a funeral
by local community
activists. 
She said the food
was delicious

She is known for doing the hair of
the dead in the family.
I wondered if my
mother missed her
calling by not
working in the
industry.

My mother just loves
the dead she is very
emotional when a
family member dies.
My sister drives her
to the hospital or
the funeral home
because she must
view the dead body. 
She said they look
like they are
asleep.

My mother loves to
talk about the dead 
with one exception
that of her own
mothers’ who died young and
left my mother behind
with her own six children.

Recently with loses
in the family.
My mother is re-living her
mother’s death. 
The wooden brown
coffin and the blue
night gown
and matching blue
shoes and the
painted on red lip
stick.







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It was a Good Last Day of Winter

I drew wings all over me
and for a brief period of time,
I felt that I could fly.
However I cannot stress the brevity of this period;
[it was only about 7 seconds],
after which I hit the ground and thought,
"How silly of me to jump,
for I am no bird!"
This is when the birds took notice
and pecked me to pieces.
It was a pretty good last day.


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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 


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Just One Drink

What did she say when you told her you still loved me?

Did she turn away or try to disagree

Did you think about her or how she would be?

No you were only thinking about me.

 

She stands there now, all alone

Facing her fears of the unknown

Turning her head on what she's once known

Realizing now, she's on her own

 

With no one around to help her choose

She stands her ground, not ready to lose

Her head held high while hearing the news

To accept her fate, she must refuse

 

She tries and tires with all her might

To win you back every night

She has no plans to give up the fight

Any hope is out of sight

 

Her heart is now filled with hatred 

Will all the love that you desecrated

With just that one sentence that you stated

Her entire life is now dated

 

Did you ever stop and try to think,

Just how far she would sink?

How close she was to the brink?

Or how it could all end with just one drink?

 

Just one drink to end all the pain

Just one little sip to break the chain

Just one to do the job, to her disdain

Just one and she will die in vain. 

 

You don't even care to attend her funeral

To you she was just a girl that you could treat cruel

How could you be such a fool?

You don't even know of the fire you've fueled. 

 

You come to my door and ring the bell

You send thousands of messages to my cell

Repeatedly the words "I LOVE YOU" you yell

But for all I care you can just go right on to hell 

 

I don't want you anymore you Silly boy

I am no longer your stupid little toy

As for the loneliness you feel now, I hope you enjoy

Because you had your chance and my love you destroyed. 

 

I am my own person without you

I no longer rely on your every move

I am no longer clueless on what to do

I know now I can move on to someone new.

 

As for the girl that you threw aside

I hope you think of her every time you cry

You're the whole reason that she died

If you wanted someone to love, she would have been there by your side. 

 

She would have loved you the way you love me

But you never opened your eyes and seen what there was to see

I'll never love you no matter how hard you plea

So wallow in your self pity, you'll get no remorse from me

 

I hope you drown in your misery

Thank God that sad little girl is finally free

Thank God I knew it was time to flee 

This is goodbye, so don't bother calling me.


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funeral pyre

funeral pyre

from the virgin flat plains
soared a modern funeral pyre 
that stood so high
it could be seen miles away
with the naked eye

whose dense black smoke 
released into the pure blue sky that day
the last drawn breath of many
waddling padded foot babies

like the silver blade from a heavy ancient sword
slaying the life of an innocent
white fleece lamb
too many died that day
in the heartland



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A Schizophrenic Poem

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I'm a schizophrenic
And so am I

I hear voices,
They tell me what to do.
Sometimes I listen,
But they want me to kill you.

I don't want to do it,
It wouldn't be fun.
So listen to me
As I suggest you run.

Run so I can't follow
So these voices won't make me take your life.
Run far away
So I don't have to use this knife.

I also have Multiple Personality Disorder
One part of me doesn't want to kill you
But the other part of me does.
I want to slit your throat and watch you bleed.
I will eat your dead corpse
And feed your bones to the pigs
And crush your skull to give to the field mice.


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The Never Ending Night

The Never Ending Night

There is a place we go
Where we cannot find light
Our eyes adjusted
To our own twisted Plight
We hide in places
Live with fright
Within this never-ending night
We roam
We seek
In search of light
Mind to fucked to speak
Within his never-ending night
We reach our hands up high
Seeking comfort from imaginary hands
We find nothing
Only the pain
Which never went away
No end in sight
Within this never-ending night
Scream all you want
No one will hear
Reality is no one is there
I seek
Until my knees are weak
Reality setting in
I have traveled nowhere
Trapped within
My suffocating box
I am in this never-ending night
A feeble prayer
To a God who was never there
The time has come
Within this box
My mind rots
No air
No light
No hope
Only madness
Brought on from my never-ending night
My cold dark stare
Nothing is something
Better
Than living in my never-ending night
In my hands
I hold the key
My only freedom
Only escape
From my never-ending night
One blissful pull
I enter into the light


By: Tim Lundmark


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Slipping Away

Time is slipping away,
I just don't want to stay.
Why can't you just let me stray,
The world of Black and White, has so much Gray.

Depressing days come and go,
My heart is broken, I'm all alone.
The world turns their backs and ignores nobody can know,
My heart without it's very own.

Days grow darker each minute,
I never wanted to be so deep in it.
I'm just stuck in this little pit,
Just another blow, another hit.

I lay in a ball on the dirt of my friend's grave,
Rain falling on my skin the weight, how can i be saved.
The mud that changes the dirt, stains my clothes,
This depression in my cold heart, every second it grows.


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Bittersweet Serenity

Having flown with you.
  Having watched you wither.
    Beauty remains,
      But the most beautiful has blown away.
    Memories remain.
      Mementoes remain.
        Hate the remains of my life without you.
Mistakenly 
  You have taken me
    To the open, angry earth.
  You have left me to claw my casket.
    Scraping,
      Scratching,
        Spastically striving...
          To escape,
            To survive.
              I’m alive!
Withered,
  Wired,
    Watch the whimsical poet.
Flying,
  Frying,
    The bastard with the bowl.
I had five days to choose the chosen.
  Five days to direct the destiny of the predestined.
    Five days done gone by...
Loved no one.
  Felt so low.
    Felt I was going nowhere...
      There was nowhere to go.
    Felt I knew no friends...
       There were no friends to know.
Solitary.
  I have succumbed to seclusion.
Beat down.
  Feeling the dry ground.
    Fearing the melodic sound:
      My desperate breathing.
        My own heart beating.
But my fears could not imagine the depth of lonliness.


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Listen -part 1-

8/11/12
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There is a small soul within every crowd A soft voice against the senile bickering of the strong And the small souls wish they would listen Wish you would listen But the ears of the majority have been stuffed with pride The puffed up breads have come out of the oven And the oven closes on the non-finished They were never finished The masterpiece was torn They ripped off its horn as they lavished in greed Letting the soul bleed in the cruel wreck of silent despair As they laugh knowingly and unmercifully And I am left to listen to the blood trickling, groveling at my feet I am left to the weak—the strong The purified—the gone I do not want to ruin everything by mending As everyone is breaking I am bending And my throat is constricted The air has caught wind of a little soul’s voice Begging for acceptance. . .for love For an ear that isn’t breaded with self-indulgence Crusted in disgust. . .drooping the damned I am transformed into an image of a god For this poor, sweet, ignored soul Lies are his god. . .listen to my words And rot Listen as it constricts you—as I inflict you It is better if I had never existed I will not be worshipped in this prison! You are everything to me and nothing And the cursed breads rise Sweet scents pour into your flaring nostrils Watering my sunset eyes And you see me watch as they turn their minds away A guide towards lies and sticky debris You follow the path not caring where it leads Hearing the voices that refuse to clear their ears And that therefore blind them In worry and fear I caress your tear and swallow Your words like a vacuum The disposable bag is always empty with dirt Like a hearse I drive your body away My blackness flaring My horn honking As everyone is staring. . .not wanting to know what I am carrying inside


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Eternal Vigilance

He had to be on his guard at all times

The swift forces of evil sifted through to receive his gait
Still in awe combersome state of resistance
What everyone simply needs in life is a chance
Eternal vigilance,

Then soon vanquished to its cryptic elemental heights

Some having even fought back the intense pain lest I refrain;
Another twist in prominant vice to promote its blow
Some our quite eager & content 
In getting the best out of me...

Some having sifted through its canvas setting abode

Others ponder relics in an excursion filled up in cold & distant stream
By a clever heart of careless scheme
Eternal vigilance
As fragmented cold yet distant hearts asunder

In stoic yet stark quiver in its plumetted excursion

Shelter lies dormant exposed to its inner beckoning call
Eternal vigilance
Within a certain thrust to expose eternal vigilance
Today are society lies dormant;

Exposed to its desperate rudimentary elements!


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More than Child's Play

Eyes of envy
jealous of my life
blind to tears I hide

Eyes seeing happiness
as I cuddle with him
camouflaging pain within

Eyes reading words
that I've typed
How I wished them right

Eyes un-believing
this you can't be seeing
my wrists still bleeding

Sitting in black
silence at a funeral
everyone looking back

Hard for you to imagine
the smiles, joy, and laughter
was my faked ever-after

No one's to blame
pretending
isn't just a child's game.


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loss

there will never be another you
no matter how hard you look
no beautiful smile like yours
no laughter as soft as yours
God made only one of you
here on earth we had time to meet,
when time allows it will be again
till then your sweet smell will linger on






november 4, 2012


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A Michael Myers Slam, by Michael Myers

Ode To Otis

Michael Myers has his sites set now on one poor pathetic one.
Michael Myers surprised that this unknown hasn't taken his own life with a gun.
Michael Myers gonna do the only thing Michael Myers can do for him.
Michael Myers gonna make Otis Driftwood one of Michael Myer's victims.
Otis tries so hard to be a monster, but no one notices him.
I'm sure he's overcompensating for something.
Now what might that be Otis Driftwood?
I'm betting you're impotent and can't sport any wood.
If you're easily frightened, then Otis just might scare you
but he'll run like a coward at the slightest BOO!
Otis loves to hunt but not for the sport. Sport does not give Otis a thrill.
Otis loves to hunt simply because, Otis Loves To Kill.
I must give this to Otis. In this area Otis prevails.
Otis has one of the largest collection of photos of animal entrails.
Too bad nobody ever hear of him.
That's why Michael Myers gonna make Otis one of Michael Myer's victims.
Otis Driftwood will be on Michael Myers laundry list of prey
but that's all the notoriety Otis Driftwood will receive I'm afraid.
Otis Driftwood will only be one more of Michael Myers victims.
Otis Driftwood will never be 
ME!
Michael Myers, The True Horror Legend.
 
PS: Hey Otis, Say Hello To Your Mother/Sister/Girlfriend Baby Firely for me.
     Just Mention My Name. I'm Sure She'll Remember Me, 
     Son.


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Fears and Tears

Fears, tears, and loss so great.
Yet it didn’t have to be done.
A car swerved, then lost control.
Now other lives are gone.

Those around so severely hurt.
Live changes can’t be undone.
Memories, horror, perhaps more loss.
Life becomes so cruel for all.

All because one chose to drink, then drive.
A choice that didn’t have to become.
Now he will live… several not…
Forgiveness may never come…

As fears, tears, and more loss will travel with the one.


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The Fare

"nothing lasts forever"
not the day
or the night,
or your love-
but it's not true.
The past remains
as the present descends,
nothing to stay forever
but there all the same.

And when we fear it creeps to quick
we see loss
in place of passed,
whereas to have known is always knowing.
A fortune beyond value.


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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 


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I'll Show You How to Feel

The words are falling outside my window
Burying even the snow-covered paths.  

The words will never end
Because you’ll never end. 

You’re gone.
You’re mine. 

Why should I discard your pretty torture?
Abandon the wild pain your calm eyes stab me with – no. 

You can’t love him like I love him,
You can’t burn with a smile on your face. 

The night is strong, and it threatens to engulf
And drown me slowly with the cool winter wind.  

I’m learning ways of dying through the life you inflict,
The sweet, sweet, sweet stabs of life.

I can’t love you any more
But I think there’s still some more, a bit more I can love you. 

So if these words hurt you, I’m sorry
Go be at peace with another, I’ll carry on somehow. 

But just in case you want those pretty stabs too
I’ll show you how to feel.

And I’ll be tied up in a straitjacket while you watch me
Holding her hand and telling her how you loved her reflection.  


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Funeral Day

Laid to rest, buried under.
Flesh to bone, dust to clay.
I taste the bitterness of loss
shrouded in a veil of grey,
feel the numbing torment
gathered all around.

The agony of minds
hammers aching hearts.
Voices vibrate suffering,
prayers throb the biting air.
Dark shadows, leaden,
gathered all around.


In memory of John who died suddenly on 11 January 2012 aged 55. © mmc


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My Creator

My creator.
So far from me but so close.
No matter the suffering,
the love is unconditional.

I push through each day.
Remembering your face,
our conversations,
your comfort.

My creator
the ultimate comprehension of my soul.
you know my soul no matter the scars.

No matter the pain
I push to the next day.
I try to remember the good
and justify your ghost.

My creator
I hope you are with me someday again.


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Power

Through the heavy hand of solemn quest

Chosen vestibules in relentless jest
Onto the corporate head through exploits support
Just a question of fools spoiling all the rules
Phat cats with blue hats in silver snaps

Chaps

Power of manipulation trying to reach the top
Power of tolerance equated through a clogged filter
Power in the people chords are broken by its timeless shelter
All is a will for power even now before the throne

Absolute 

Power to direct others yet can't themselves
Perhaps its best if I put that book right back on its shelf
Power of negotiations borrowed papal pew in sullen masturbation
Power if discourse measured through elapsed fervor in disguise

Power in coompromise to see through all lies
Power to be heard in silence not ever saying a single word
Power to control others & torn,
Whimsical power built on its fabricated quest
Power of persuasion when one is being put through a fiery test
Power is the lie that we all seek
Sin is a leech as in its midnight creep

We are each given free will yet power is never free/

Sullen fabrication to its frame,
Let me be the first to explain,
A slave is set free in time based in history/
Skull bones in fragments puzzle chart incomplete
Power is not for the weak,
Tempted further in fallen honesty
Provoked with tears after so many years
A poet scorned for further curse the actual day they were born
In a heart filled with pride the Apollos died
Shake the leaves from her hair my pretty child choose the day/
The night is far spent in casual waste
Vanity is then mixed with the make believe;
Folly
In fallen exploits amidst the dream,
Scattered garland in planted bulb
Sullen pride amidst the shrub
We rob the one who will forever take....

Power,
Maybe, it's just best to settle for a cold shower ?


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The Floor Was Creaking

The sky was dark,
The thunder rolled.
I was alone, and in my bed,
When the floor started creaking.
 
It started slow and soft,
Barely able to be heard.
Then it became louder and closer, and so I wondered
“Why is the floor creaking?”
 
“What or who could it be?”
And “Oh, what should I do?”
These thoughts and more ran through my head,
As I heard the floor creaking.
 
Then all of sudden I felt my heart stop,
Too afraid to continue.
I felt my life slipping away,
And still the floor was creaking.
 
The obituary read “death by heart attack”
The funeral was the next day.
But it wasn’t simply from natural causes,
But because the floor was creaking.


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A Kiss- part 1 due to length

All of our lives changed for good.
We’d all change it if we could.
We’d all bring back Clay,
For just another day.
Oh, all the things we would say.
If we knew,
He’d never see the next morning dew.
The hardest thing to say, Goodbye.
Although if we said this, it’d be a lie.
Because we’ll all see him some other day.
Because of the price, the good lord paid.
And in the Lord we will find our strength.
To deal with this time of struggle and length.
Without a person who was so near
So dear
To our hearts
And will be to the end and has been from the start.
Many of us just lost :
A friend.
A Brother.
An Uncle.
A Papaw,
A Son.
But for me and my sisters,
We lost the one who used to cover our blisters.
The one who changed our dirty dippers.
And when we would cry, he’d act as windshield wipers
The one who tries to help us cope.
The one that for us has high hopes, 
The one when we’d mess up, he’d get mad.
The one we got to call dad.
I’m sorry for being mean, rude, obnoxious, loud.
But ill do my best to make you proud
It’s hard not knowing.
The pain I believe is showing.
We don’t ever know,
When it’s someone’s time to go.
We leave them with anger and rage,
Without a thought that soon
All too too Soon
Have to start a new chapter. Turn the page.
With the lights turned down dim.
Without him.
Looking into the future may seam a little grim
Not knowing what to do without him.
The way he’d rub my feet, 
After I came home tired and with defeat.
The way he would just talk and talk.
And back on the trail, we’d walk and walk.
Or maybe even ride our bikes.
Either way its all alike.
Picking a few of the prettiest flowers
And at home in a vase they’d tower.
Wishing he was still here.
Because his time just didn’t seam near.
It isn’t what any of us would of thought.
Its what any of us would of fought.
Many of us fighting it now.
Sitting with silence and tears wondering how?
Haven’t eaten. Haven’t slept.
But the Lords plans we’ll soon have to accept.....


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Elegy


It's Christmas Eve.

Mired in her melancholy,
wrapped in present reveries
that she alone may open,
though there'll be no new surprises,
only loss, and somber songs 
to accompany the pictures of her son;
forsaken by the light she's not quite 
ready for exposure.

Crows squawk a chorus in a leaden sky
and there's a sprinkling of snow
as mourners cluster black and white
like so many stoic penguins
round the gaping wound of earth.
The box so tragically small reverberates,
sealing the fate of one taken 
too early from the fight. 

Well-wishers scatter to their cars,
restart their cell phones, return 
to Saturdays spent manicuring lawns 
and custom fingernails.

Bereft of a daily blueprint,
her aching loss too new for words 
to render any pleasure, still 
she has her novels and her neighbours,
her crosswords and her cat
but a pain deep in her heart 
for which there is no measure.


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YOUR, DEW DROPS

Shall the truth sprout from my tongue!
That had lied too many,
But I ain't lying to you, my love
For your death, my tears, will compete with the rains,
That fills the oceans, to its full, to its brim,
And the flowers that filled your odor,
Shall not be blown with any of those of the heavens,
I am, with you, in the world of the dead,
Wandering heavily, in search of the odor,
That lighted my nose, my eyes, my heart,
In the world, where the alive, we were.

Oh my flower, shall you sprout again,
I shall never be the winds that make your petals shake,
I shall never be the bee that bite you and steal your nectar,
I shall never be the thorn that hurt you and makes you bleed…,
Oh my love, I will be your dew drops,
That touches your mind to your body,
Drop by drop, make you alive; fill your heart with a gentle chill,
Kiss you, a thousand kiss, make you smoother,
Fill your nectar with the honey, that no bee ever tasted,
Then I will dance with you, and make love to you,
To your entire petals, till I fall and take my last breath.
 
I wasn't a traitor, my love,
I wasn't a liar, my love,
But I cared for you as the light, the sunlight,
That watched you from a distance, from a very long distance
From the spaces, as the sun, as its light,
But couldn't touch, couldn't lay my hands on you,
On your heart, on your mind and couldn't know your pain,
Those made your petals shrink, tired, and fell one by one
Till you fell off in the search of moister, for air,
And took your last breath in front of me and died.
©Anees Rahman


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Look To The Sea

With waves crashing to my feet repeat in timeless cavity;

Stranded through its idle pull in our ellaborate flames...
Shallow pools in its left over residue plain yet what to do?
Still,
Look to the sea...

Onto a far off distance after she would marry me
Let all evil now flee,
The turning of the dial in its exquisite source
Look to the sea,

A waves tumbling then what to believe
A grand fulfillment in what to achieve;
In long lines we will find,
A tollerance for truth yet one drop of a dime

In time we can come to a reason for while we are alive?
Look to the sea a reason to believe,
What have we achieved?

Our fallen economy collapsed at its seams!
Scream
Through the notion of laughter a tear drop fell
Amidst the excursion an inner swell

We look deep through the pyramids amidst its timeless cavity...
Look to the sea lest I refrain amidst a traverse glue hero's are game
A line drawn in the sand,
When will we ever understand?


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Liar

In justification marked on its pivotal blank page yet fully intact

Gone our the days to frolic in a haze
We tend to vomit on each others neck
In regret with sore vent Vlad Impolaric ways
Liar

You stoled my heart then ran the distant mile away
Filtered in the mass hysteria with tiny nerves to sway
No shelter to cry we all fall for the lie
The liar is in us all

A peril excuse to next abuse

With a tug at the heart vanquished to even run the final mile
A jewel of the Nile with glasse cracked in desolation
Straight to Hell on your next vacation,
Surfing the videos on the web

What the Hell is going on inside our head?

Sweltering heat with bloodshed in our street,
The mind falters then crys with an ellusive side
Faltering critics in darkened demise having fins for teeth
Shattered in the wind six times then we begin again.


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One

One cut,
One blade,
One bloody line,
One sad girl,
One lie, 
One to many lies, 
One fake smile,
One tears falls,
One less days,
One day I will die, soon
One will miss me,
One rose on my grave,
One more reason to believe Im useless,
One more lie to my face,
One scar,
One love, now hate
One girl
One lonely girl,
One secert,
One dead girl,
One missunderstood


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Spirit

My life feels thy spirit
 Dreams across the shambles of souls torment
 Crisp thy appendages, dry them 
Sorrow breaks the dammed
 Whilst ethnos keep my broken body ,soul?
 Spirit keeper ghostly  lair, walking in dusk
 Haunting's in ambience, combing my tireless hair
 Who rushes to dry my tears?
 Come to me they call , chains in alpha male
 Americium strands, are coursed in my human veins
 Would you know my existence?
 I would step over cross the line of insanity to joins his mind
 touch of sunlight to feel the bead on my neck again
I shall await feeding time
Never a funeral , just pain


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Footprints

One set of footprints in the sand

Perhaps someday we all will understand
With both surf & overhead sun
A hand to hold having shelter to protect from all harm
The shelter amidst a storm we run

Having one set of footprints in the sand
Each of us will choose our own destiny understand
With hand to hold its vested energy exposed
One set of footprints in the sand

Shattered glass extending into solemn pier

While then overhead seagulls flying throughout the air then disappear
I had shed a single tear to numb its inner pain
With moments like these filled up in solace then to refrain
Ever present laughter amidst the inner turmoil & pain

One set of footprints in the sand

Child of nature the son of man

One set of footprints in the sand
Hoping someday all will understand
In dire search for want beneathe the tide in discontent
Many as of late our already late on their rent

The economy in trouble & Obama not even making a dent?
In cloven asps filled with tears
In life it often pays to switch gears
To suck it up & swallow your inner fears

We all long for something yet what?

Through the years amidst all pain & tears
One makes you want to even throw up,
In sadness fought against the window pane
As shallow tempers having elapsed with fear insane!


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f off plajerists

I lost my mind

On their medications
i probably didn't need
i experienced a full body rash
twitching, drooling
tardicanesiafacial to achieve an erection
weight gain, desion, heartburn
bowels
and testicular pain

Taken towork 3 jobs for free
developed addictions to street drugs
was heldfood, 
left in the wake of confusion
to have two i then moved to a small village
where i was almost euthenised by a group of people claiming to be friends
using my cares


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Angles of death

There is something in air, that is empty
As it collects the soul far and near
The approach is silent yet strong
Signaling as body falls to ground
Angles of death are doing their duty
.


............
Written in the memories of few people who passed away last few weeks, 
a bachelore of 45
a lad in 20s
a father in 50s
............


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Within A Lifetime

Within a lifetime....

love has gained yet has also lost

Handed down from all humanities heaviest cost
A child was born then at last will die
The prolific pass of steam branded new lulabye
Within a lifetime filled with mutual success

A latent cavity spurn then transgress

Shades filled with sorrow amidst its darkened gloom
The love embrace sought shoulder to cry no go clean your room
In the grand scheme of things hero sings
Really it doesn't seem to matter not a thing

Shallow briars through parchment claim
Some leaves blow in a filter through its shaded trees
others long to wither with the weather holding fast onto hidden dreams
Yet keep all of your dreams to your self cause no one seems to care

If one gets a hold of your dreams they can steal them I swear

There is no great need by which to pretend

Within a stretched lifetime my good friend
Heaven has shaped its burden he took
In grief our internal sorrow broke
To each spotless lamb a line being drawn in the sand

Within thoughts unleashed to wither in its untimely disaster
Then plagued by fears in preparing for the great hereafter
Some may be even eager to equate certain delegated philosophy
A ravaged heart drifting straight up stream by evil means

One is equates response left unaided like glue yet who knew

Ravaged in certain peril drifting straight up stream
The love embrace sought shoulder to cry
In distant plight taught the eagle to fly
Within every human heart there beats a certain fixed meelody
An exquisite taste filled with humble pie nor that in apathy
We are living in very dangerous times
yet still our nation has settled for ill but faded rhymes
taught to help another brother as a soilder
Pilgrim soilder by which to rely heaven fly by
Pilgrims on a delegated quest to their final rest
Child of mercy fly to the eagles nest like a test


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When Tomarrow Starts Without Me

When tomarrow starts without me.
If I'm not there to see.
Weither the sun shall rise.
To find your eyes.
Filled with tears for me.

When tomarrow stars without me.
I hope you'll understand.
An Angel had called out to me.
And came to take me by the hand.

He said my place was ready.
In the heaven's far above.
I need only to leave behind.
All those I dearly love.

As I thoght of all our yesterdays.
The good ones and the bad.
I thought of all the times we shared.
And all the fun we hard.

When I thought of all the worldly things.
That I might miss tomarrow.
I thought of you and all our dreams.
As my heart filled with sarrow.
 
Walking through heavens gate.
 I never felt so much at home.
As God looked down and smiled at me.
From His great golden throne.

He said this is eternity.
And all I've promissed you.
For today on earth your life has passed.
But here it starts anew.

So when tomarrow starts without me.
Don't think we're far apart.
For every time you think of me.
I'm right here in your heart. 


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In a funeral

In a funeral

 

You are leaving me once for all

Without courtesy word Bye

My eyes and heart are heavy

Words are hiding under my grief

You are leaving me once for all

from this world and from your relatives

 

I do not know your origin and

You didn’t know me too

We have connected here as brothers

Shared our likes and desires

In this small planet

We met ourselves many times as friends

 

How cruel you are?

How is it possible to go away from us?

Didn’t you know our love and affection”

Are you blind or dumb?

To move away from us

Can’t you see our tears and painful faces?

 

How can I imagine to put you in fire?

Yesterday you were in my street

Today you are no more here

My friend

Your daughter and sons have lost their father

But me

I lost my living hope in this tragic world

Your Death teaches me

The unstable, uncertain life of lives in this world


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Dead Winter

They wanna say that I feel dead inside;
I’m no more dead than that tree in the yard.
The one with no color, no sense of direction
The one left abandoned, the one by the road.
The one that kept growing, though nobody liked it –
The one that kept living, through all of the torture.
As weird as it sounds, I kind of admire it, that tree.
Every year, it falls down.
Nature kicks it, beats it, leaves it left for dead.
Every year its covered by the ashes of the past year,
And like the phoenix, rises every year for another beating.

I know I said I was like the tree, but I’m not.
That tree is strong, noble even.
Standing tall in the realm of undead, it’s a symbol,
A beacon that there is something beyond the darkness,
Beyond the barren, beyond the white…


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Dream girl

there are many women out there
but you're the one
I love you hun because you make my life fun
I know you're the one
because I looked at you and said she's more beautiful than anyone


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Vulture'sDarkness

Vulture's Of Darkness

Vile thought fangs waiting in vengence etched within

A twilight sun had tainted my inner vision again ?

Shattered fragments torn in desolation vanquished within
Vile degrade filled sweat pouring out in sharp contrast fetched;
Contrast...
In a caged fury proned to live yet not willing to forgive?

In such a Christless society having abortion on demand?
Hoping someday that all will truly understand the implications?
Heightened fears & worry of the day I prey;
Saturated with light with the willing hope by which to stay/

Images filled with braided women's hair in derision/

The fragments our collectively enhanced for its chosen dance


If they listen they will come;

Shattered fragments all in gloom/

Shelter lies dormant onto its beckoning call asunder Instead they push God aside with 
walls to hide in pursuit of pleasure ever more 
enhanced!

The prepare for the dance;

Primal decadence shaded briars to hide the eternal pain from within
Burdened soul in bondage within a cavity tooth in hue decayed form
Burdened soul in elapsed bondage with cavity in hue
Desolation & myraid temptess with gun for hire!

Vultures of darkness ate the crumbs you left
Got no place yet to retrace your steps
Lead it to me I'll take you home
Vanquished
For a real desire for more/
Yet for what I do not know?
Out in darkness one can negate to shine a visible light
In sadness sought to give up on the fight curse the night/
In sadness sought to give up on the fight
Still truth still negates the lie
The lie that says I am what I do ?
Some may even have bitten way more then they can actually chew?
Truth is turned to rubble strong
Out of words spoken in the dark it won't be long
Truth still negates the actual lie
Fear is constant source of will to triumph
Truth is strong rubble stregnth with legs to walk
Out of clear worrds spoken in the dark to light
Truth negates the lie
Amidst the sadness running circles in my fragile egg shelled brain
Patterns of worry lest of course I shall refrain a distant fervor
Fragments of weary traveler's embraced by sight in sunlight
Particles of dust although fluent from its eternal myraid pillage sought
Particles of dust although fluent from it's sought after cud
Truth in the end will save a weary soul in unrest
Let it go & turn it over to a higher source
The one who chose the one who gave his life to you
Just leave to him he'll take you home
Vulture's of darkness on a weary process
Strong in violence within viscious long hanging fangs that bite in the night !


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Jesus

We all walk on a loose line that leads to debris

Silence 

Etched in the fabrication through the elapse in time,
The Lilley of the valley the bright & morning star/

The illumination in time through degrees of solace
A hand extends through the cosmic debris in circumstantial evidence;

Just to touch the very hem of his garment
Just to hear to pitter patter of soft sandeled feet...

~
A myraid chasm through a gulf fix in sight;

We all fall short in the midst of violation...
Having planted our seeds in its timely proclamation
A side was pierced for sorrow to be gained;
In times of want their is a clear change

In the violation of the innocent proned to bitter chains..
~

The hand to hold as you are told until the rights to you are sold;

Jesus in the garden pearls of sweat fallen down
Jesus in my heart while painting the town
Jesus after the rise in certain days to see
Jesus in the formidable way making sweet history
Jesus helping neighbor or the hero in disguise;
Jesus offering breakfast to his followers in disguise
Jesus who will pray in the tender hours of need
Jesus is in you & also in me!
~

Torn

With days in thought & delicate prayer with humble quest
A rest in view to its timely crest;
We each our given a choice regarding heaven & hell
Yet Jesus is the perfect gentleman who doesn't force himself on anyone

Through briars, asps & serpents layer...
Jesus
We all were born into the world & given a choice?
Repent for the days our cursed;
Don't live your lives in a fishbowl circling around year after year choose the fear
In sorrows quest the follow draws near in desolation filtered through a straw
A sore vex sway to take the time to bow the knee to pray
Some may even insist it ought not be that way yet who are they?

The liberal makes his or her heart fat on the worldly vices with false choices;
~

Through ages past as Abraham had grasped & Moses was exposed
Jesus
We watched on as you were ripped to shreads;
Your tender touch through eraser heads
In vile repute hence the opened door to explore...
Yet the past is the past & now is now
A heart saturated with truth thus in order to withstand the truest test in time
Elapsed fervor,

Bood soaked messenger exposed to the elements;
Jesus
Come into my heart I know I'm a sinner
I ask you to be my Lord & savior;
In Jesus name I pray,
Amen.

Now choose to celebrate your commitment with other believers in the fellowship;
Embrace the cross.
Amen


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Tad: father

He died as he lived
Peacefully and alone
Waited for the moment
We left the room.

Saw us all over the last days
To say no more tears
We can live life without him
Remember over the years

How can we not remember
Our tad, was the best
No fuss, gentle guiding
Always there for us

His funeral was a humanist
Someone read our a rhyme
I had written for Tad
Made people cry

Colour was the order
For clothes to wear
Not all black
Like a crow he would say.

A welsh choir sang
Myfanwy, and The Rose
Played classical music
To take him home

Afterwards people said
Wonderful funeral what was it's name
You did him proud
Think we will have the same.


Tad :    Welsh word for father.



Feeling the anger of losing my Tad, also recovering from openheart surgery, made me wistful.
















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BLOCKBUSTER

I drifted with your ideas..
I was so into you..
Your touch sent me in trance..
Your glance filled me with love..

Had i known to see outside those flowery words
Had i learned to feel outside those glaring eyes..
Had i seen you were acting all along..
Then this love story won't end with a sad, sad song..

The movie is over, rated: BLOCKBUSTER!


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The Stars Aren't Out Tonight

The stars aren't out tonight 
And I can't see the light in your eyes
The new moon makes the night too dark 
It's getting harder and harder to find my way
The light fades to even deeper shades of gray
Lips grow colder and breathing gets slower
I can't seem to bring you back to life
Please don't leave me. I'm not strong enough
The pieces you held are still too fragile
Falling to the floor, glistening like new born stars
We share the last breath and my eyes shut tight
A single tear rolls down your cheek
The last time I call you mine
The last time you call me baby
The black attire goes with the parents who bury their children
Red rose falling against the mourning skies
This is the end of a love story that never was


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Goodbye

You never said good bye, when you left me that day, but now I know your with God, in heaven today, god bless me in my troubles, and all my stripes, god knows what will happen tomorrow, in my percious life, I'll never forget you touch, you kiss, and your sweet beautiful face. When I los you, I lost a part of me, but every day I try to put the past behind, god and his angels up in heaven, no one can hurt you now.


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Return To Dust

Until the casket falls. Until the last soul is called. Until the final breath is drawn . When the dirt is unearthed and spirits breathe again, taunting demons will reign as frozen screams pierce the wind. Until the casket falls. Until the last soul is called. Until the final breath is drawn. The porcelain hand grazing the box, a bloody knife into the flesh of the only one I've ever loved. Wake from your silent slumber, whisper the words so sacred so somber. Until the casket falls. Until the last soul is called. Until the final breath is drawn. I won't say goodbye. I dare not cry. A voice hauntingly quiet will shout in my mind. Give me a chance to fight away the wicked words. Until the casket falls. Until the last soul is called. Until the final breath is drawn. The ghosts of my past breathing down my back. The bitter silence fades into screams. A mourning moon sighs in disapproval, I never meant to leave. Until the casket falls. Until the last soul is called. Until the final breath is drawn. Shadows melting into the dark. Apparitions haunting me as I turn to find the light. Twisted lies cause me to trip, and so I fall helplessly, deeper and deeper into the serpent's blackened venomous pit. Until the casket falls. Until the last soul is called. Until the final breath is drawn. A fallen angel looms above the stone, confining the gnosis. Give me the courage to sleep in the arms of death, immortal I lie, chained within a hollow coffin. Until the casket falls. Until the last soul is called. Until the final breath is drawn. Despair beckons a world enchanting. I fall into paradise, the breath of innocence surrounding me. My body numb and lifeless, I surrender my all to you. I need only the key of sorrow to lead me through. Until the casket falls. Until the last soul is called. Until the final breath is drawn. The solitude is euphoric as an illusional cloak of silver spiders swallows the last soul. Goodnight black rose of eternity. Goodbye dearest gothic phantom. Tonight the earth will again consume me. I'll return to dust when all is done. When the casket falls. When the last soul is called. When the final breath is drawn.


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Stuck in Limbo

Trapped behind these bars I grow anxious and continuously scheme For a way to get out. But this cage is extensive And its door is a long ways out. I try to squeeze through, but they constrict And ultimately I fail. I am strong but these bars won't bend. Its useless and I am spent There is no more fight, my flame-extinguished I am rationed-it keeps me weak Eyes strained and muscles sore I surrender. With eyes closed, I give in to this abuse Losing my conscious with every lash and lick. Then I wake up from that nightmare only to hit my head on an even lower cage ceiling And it starts again. But there is no door and I have no rations. The claustrophobia sets in, and the air is heavy. Like breathing in cotton, I struggle And loose feeling; due to the lack of oxygen My lungs stutter and protest but they can't be filled Hardly the energy to produce a tear, I blackout instead. Only to wake up, cramped in a stale box. Its quiet and I can't breathe. The only company I have is the sound of my heart. The beats are slow and muffled, as it desperately tries to pump blood. I still can't feel anything-But I think its cold. I've been suffocating for what seems like hours. Its been a week and my mouth is dry with dirt, I can no longer open my eyes. Its been awhile and no ones noticed. The sound of my heart has escaped my ears, I think its cold but i still can't feel. I re-live death, Stuck in Limbo
By Nicholas A. Bello


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390 And say goodbye

I have forgotten the willow weeping in the field
How it brushed closely to the Earth
As the sunshine would glimmer through
Highlighting the wild flowers in bloom
Home to the sparrow and once a year
The turtle dove would tour through its branches.
~
I remember the golden sunset
It would paint the sky with purple, reds and oranges
Majestic upon the encroaching night
In breathless awe I would watch
As the clouds explode like rainbows
And the calm of the moment breeched serenity.
~
   I can picture two hands
The gentle embrace of two lovers
Walking the sandy shores near the ocean
And the sun would caress the waves
With shimmering dance
As the winds would part, circling
Embracing the beauty of love.
~
   And I can remember tears
Suffering, how it can encompass us
Burdening even the most willful soul
Stripping away beauty and desire
Leaving only the tear stained pillow
And the decision to say goodbye.
~
   it is to not, the passing
Every day the blind eye escapes to see
The beauty within the life
The nature within the beauty
And when death takes trespass upon us
We take back the glimpses forgotten
And say goodbye.
~
By: Darren J McMurray
    March 22, 2012


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The Void

I am now the reluctant bearer of a great and vacant void. A place that once was filled with warmth and light… Now hollow. Empty. Where before there was a piece, an element infinitely irreplaceable; now there is an ache.

My heart no longer whole; threatens to collapse under this weight of sorrow. Grief doesn’t begin to describe; this incomprehensible sadness. The longing and mourning… Wishing and missing that preoccupies my mind; tearing at the very fabric of my being.

My memories which both taunt and comfort. Haunt my thoughts. Bittersweet reminders every moment.  Of love.  And life. And joy.

In the absence of her presence I am faced with the melancholic beauty that pervades reality. Assaulted with miraculous perception of divine dichotomy. And drawn ever deeper into love and appreciation.

So grateful am I now for moments nondescript. How eager am I now to impart to those who touch my heart, a bit of that joy… Of love… Of light…

Inspired not to take for granted, but to love wholly and freely. To live fully and 
blissfully… Cherishing every miraculous moment that is mine to hold with delicacy.
Sharing unselfishly that which was left to me. Knowing irrefutably that the void was never empty. Not really. Only that it has simply opened to make space for more love. 

Thus, I shall pour my love into that space. And all of the space around me. Committing to love wholeheartedly this life, which is mine temporarily. In reverent honor of one whose example paved the way for me.

I love you Gram. Missing you will be as breathing. Constant, essential, and unfaltering. Until we meet again.
 


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1000 White Lines

1000 white lines sat,
There on her arms.
She covered them up,
So no one would stare.
 
She wore her long sleeves, 
Everyday of the week.
Hoping no one would notice,
Everyone just thought she was cold.
 
She seemed so happy,
Just on the outside.
But deep down inside,
No one knew just how much she was hurting.
 
She would keep to herself,
So happy and smiley.
Not one thing could be wrong.
That's what they all thought.
 
When she got home,
She would go to her room.
With her door locked,
She sat down on her bed.
 
She rolled up her sleeves,
And her arms started to scream.
The names that they spoke, 
Made her eyes spring with tears,
And her nose really runny.
 
She pulled out her knife,
From the top drawer of her dresser.
And glided it carefully,
Through the skin on her arms.
 
The blood prickled up,
So warm and so red.
Maybe, she thought, she'd be better off dead.
 
So she took the used blade that she had in her hand,  
And made an incision,
As deep as could be.
 
She lost blood fast,
As her time ran short. 
And with her last breath,
She wrote on her wall,
with bloodied up fingers.
 
'I'm sorry for this.'
The words boldly projected.
 
Hours went by,
And her mom called her for dinner.
When no response came,
And no footsteps were heard,
Her mom became curious,
Just like she should.
 
She stepped up the stairs,
And opened the door to her daughter's room.
She ran horrified over to her daughter's side,
As she lay still,
The light gone from her eyes.
 
Her mother's eyes glistened with tears,
As she saw the clear message.
"Why?!" she cried out.
 
She then ran for the phone, 
And called 911.
But it was too late.
 
1000 white lines,
Now glitter her arms,
As she lays in her casket.
She's now with the stars.
 
Everyone she's known is completely heartbroken.
Just knowing she's gone.
It's all because of those thousand white lines...


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Caged Agony

She was caged in his mystery.
Just a glimpse into his soul;
And she saw the anger flow freely.

A father’s blood tainted
And with it came sorrow;
And with it came unspeakable torment.

There was not a person,
That felt the pain,
Its symptoms were distinctively his. 

Whispers like the wind urged him to be happy;
As though condolences could take away the grief;
Each face was featureless, each apology was a fake.

She found him alone and broken.
Within him she saw helplessness;
It was masqueraded by a need to remain strong.

On his shoulders was the World,
The weight of which was becoming too much,
Knees bent from the pressure.

He looked at her and their bereavement was matched;
Both cold from the tears,
Both were searching for their escaped faith.

A child was taken at her word,
Lost amongst the other realms;
She had felt empty.
 
Her sobs at night were heard by none,
Ridiculed by her traumatizing decision-
He saw her standing outcast.  

Their inward screams had echoed outward;
Only they could hear each other’s cries.
Drawn together in unity, a relationship formed. 

They were never perfect for each other,
But their voids were filled. 
They were very much alike, and yet so different.

They treated one another with disrespect.
It turned their love into rage;
This was followed by resentment.

Hands unclasped as their families pulled them apart,
Tears rolled from her eyes and his desperate struggle ensued;
He vowed to someday get her back.

He found himself anguished once more, as did she. 
For who would hold her now?
How would he fall asleep?

They would move on as all lost lovers do,
But no other love could be the same.
No lesson as great as the one that they had experienced; together. 



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Fronting the Scenery

Childhood cavalcade upends
Serial stage pestilence
The kind of poisonous air barricade
That shunts the stitches when they twitch open

Human mind, they said
Stock in storerooms with mascara
Legitimate front to foot the system
With a pedal to the heart attack machine

When fanciful rage chops green
Evenly cut to make the barrage simple
As stacks of fallacy float out the door
All the clown scenery comes tumbling down


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I Cannot Sing For Hm

I cannot sing for him, not now,
when my eyes are sore from crying,
when my throat is raw from asking why.

I cannot sing for him,
when my heart is torn in two,
when my smiles are completely fake.

I cannot sing for him,
when I can't think of a song to sing,
when my voice is stuck in my throat.

But I will sing for him, when I know he'd want to hear me,
when my eyes are dry,
when my heart is healed,
when my smile is real,
when my mind is sharp,
when my voice is clear and strong. 

Then, I will sing for him.


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I'm Back From the Grave

I'm Back From the Grave



I've come back and this time I'm here to stay.nothing going to kill me this time,I planned to strive to live and to make strong hold on what I have. You've never seen it,you've never felt it,being six feet under and back again.death is scary death is something i never what to see again.If you learn something new you become excited but what if you found something that should never be found never be touch by something living.I'm back from my grave back form six feet under i left a coward I've come back something like a tree who won't fell ad plan to live until the day everything falls.and all else tells it like saying  "honey,i'm home"


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life defined

I  have so many wounds that there is no way they can ever be healed. 
The kindest of hearts, I have turned them against me-
 running from and distrusting their intentions. 
I have hurt a lot of innocent souls that deserved so much more love and sacrifice.
 My heart screams for compassion as my diseased brain confuses 
my thoughts into a foggy web of unnatural feelings and unfounded sadness.
 The meaning of my pain and frustration hidden in words no human can translate. 
Where is the peace promised through love that exists only by voices from the past?
 What is truth but not a whisper of perception?
 Tears fail to sooth my weary spirit as it screams to escape a hell of battered flesh. 
Fear drags me into darkness and into crevasses that deepen
 each moment of every hour as I await my inevitable demise.
 The meaning of life may not be as elusive as pondered.
 Death is the destination therefore life must be the adventure,
 the trip from death to death.
 Before we live we are dead so death is our beginning and our end. 
Life is death in waiting.


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Shadow

Spots with holes ceiled in the under belly

A lavish hole filled with debris;

We sought a grand illusion from a figment lost in time
As in an operative vocation filled with mediocre appreciation
Through a window caught in time sublime
Breathe deep into its vast chosen quest

Still will all long to enter into its final rest

Then fallen out of the sky subside
A sought after excursion into its timely lulabye
Shelter lies dormant onto its beckoning call
The shaded doorway filled with gloom shortly after the fall

Through slight peril amidst the brink of a storm,

Through a window caught in time now alone
From its fresh scent in fallen dew

In borrowed still occupied pew
Within its daarkened thought of intricate thought
Through a window caught in time
An etched stained glass painting with a foretaste of fear

I shed a single tear to help numb the inner pain again

While the whole entire world outside goes totally insane again!


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My Thought's of Pearl Harbor

During the time of our sleep
When not even mice would make sounds
The planes they did creep
Hunting their targets like savage hounds
And when they struck
The ground it rumbled
There was no time to duck
As the ships crumbled
Men and women died that day
Which made many families blue
They had awaken the USA
Even though we started World War Two
That day in December 1941
A new strenght had been born


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Oh, my little boy is dead

Oh, my little son is dead
They killed him in that war
That has nothing to give me

Oh, I love my boy
The only I gave him away
Like a bad father
I cannot believe I let him to go

He's there somewhere in cold
Without I give him a funeral love
Why I have to do that
To let him to go without me

My little son who dead
At that awful night
And alone and tells to the moon to call dad

Oh, God I rebound you
Of my boy's death

I have to run far away
To throw myself over his dirty body
Of my boy's death

Who killed him having no heart?
The only one I have
Where can I find one?
As my little, handsome king's boy

Oh, my little tiger where your body
Has been thrown away?

My son you heard me
Tell me where you are
Your dead body or alive
Help me to find him
Please God.


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Shooting Blanks

Just
In time corpse shine twilight sun  had tainted my inner vision
Twisted
Shooting blanks at the rooster just supose another number feeling somber
Doesn't any wonder?
Torpedo
Torn,
The inclusion within vile pathetic outrage
Shooting blanks as busy as Tyra Banks in bikini eating linguini
Torpedo, remember Frank Serpico?
Frantic in Autumn looking brightly colored orange 
In pivotal choices sense of remoseful inclusion
In dirty laundry vile smell who could tell
A window opens air will blow to breath in the steam,
Shouts of glory to untold story morning glory;
Shooting blanks getting lost in the shark tank
Dellusional
Insanity
Romantic interlude toward vanity
In tuned harmony to its hidden beasts menagerie
Shooting Blanks in the phone at the door

At the beach while Mrs. Polly eating a peach.


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Hope

Hope is built in bitters swell shaded grass & live to tell
Hope ensues the inner scope of laughters door
Hope derives a notion of negate useless chore
Hope looks ahead through time well spent in ardent pillars being spent
Hope lives on in certain factual sect
Hope breathes in viable context

In laughter we can escape the pain

In hope we will determine the game
Hope is more then a casual distant flame
Hope is beautiful amidst its pain;
Whether, distance be encouraged by hope

Some our getting tossed & turned by a soap on the rope

Cope

With forces out of reach taking on second seed
Everyone benefits with the hope they need

Hope in God with a real reason to believe
Hope in times of sadness fragments in beneficial clad
Hope breeds hope are you listening
Shattered dreams are being put to flight with hope to guide
Hearts often will bleed amidst the obscurity
Hope

Tempted & angry keep hope
Divorced and never remarry keep hope
Love & lost amidst its toss hold on the hope
When you can't even cope having a fight with the soap on the rope
Hope
Shattered memory's amidst the pain
When the entire world outside is totally insane

Hope is never ashamed,
Where there is hope there is a way
Where there is pride we hide from the pain/
Where there is evil one negates the flame yet still stays the same

Hope amidst the battle that ensues
Hope comforts lost loved one's too
Shattered dreams filled up in a pot of stew
Hope until the end my beloved friend/

Hope!


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My Falling Rose my Mother

First breath Sep 2, 1931 and a special child with a heart shaped like a rose named Emma is born into this world.
This special child develops into a beautiful woman with an old fashioned tea rose for a heart and her body takes the form of a garden.
Emma crosses paths with Romeo who falls in love with her garden at first site. 
Emma isn’t just a beauty in the eye of the Beholder but also smells nice and is easy to care for in a world full of spoiled flowers. 
Romeo has a heart full of love if it was gold would be 24K to give the right woman when it comes to love 
he is blessed with a heart  that is part Hybrid perpetual inside his heart to show the special love he felt 
for the first love of his life which was his own mother.  
A Hybrid Perpetual is also known as a different breed of Rose. 
Romeo had the right balance in his heart at birth which was part 80% lover known also as a gardener 
and 20% fighter which made him the catch of a lifetime for Emma.  
Emma and Romeo got married and when they said I do God blessed Emma and Romeo that special night with a union of 2 hearts in the form of a Hybrid Tea Rose also known as rose royalty for Emma to keep in Heart till death do them part.  
The years were special for Emma and if you could look at heart would see 
she had many AARS moments also known all All-American Rose Selections over her life time. 
Heart’s Desire Oldest Daughter Ana
Secret Pink Second Child Alma
White Knight Third Child First boy Romeo
Double Delight Red Child 4 Raul
Honor White Child 5 Roel 
Whisper White Child 6 Rogelio
Love & Peace Golden Child 7 Rocky
Petal count  52 this represents weeks. Thickness of each rose petal  4 mm each mm represents the different seasons.
This would be the same thickness has two $1 presidential coins. Emma is the first lady of Romeo’s world.
Weight of each rose petal 7 grams the same as holding 3 pennies in your hand.
If you ever wonder where the phrase a penny of your thought came from its from your mom .
13 thorns to represent the lunar cycle which helps a mom known which days she is most fertile.
Flower size would be the size of hand closed. 
In Emma case would be the weight of 156 pennies. That would make Emma’s heart 13 ounces.
A man’s heart weighs 10 ounces and a woman’s heart weights approximately 8 ounces.
Fragrance strong, fruity and citrusy.  Her final breath Sep 17, 2014 may you rest in peace in the garden 
of love in heaven.


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Headrush

Headrush. Empty feeling. Dizzy feeling.
Where'd the room go? I don't know.
Where am I? Lost, possibly? But where.
Why are my thoughts screaming?

Falling feeling. Crashing feeling. Lost feeling.
One day someone will understand.
They'll know all your dirty little secrets, 
      and still wanna hold your hand.

Someday you'll be old,
I wanna be the one whose hand you hold.
I want you to be the one, 
      who hears my last dying breath,
whispering a bitter-sweet melody of Good-Bye's
      and I love you's.
I want to be yours and never leave your side,
because my love for you isn't classified.

Hold my hand till the end of time, fingers intertwined,
I promise, I jsut want someone that would hold this 
      little hand of mine.
Calmed down feeling. Cold feeling. Gone feeling. Headrush.
All my feeling is gone and I'm losing control, 
I don't know where to go, and it's getting worse.
Headrush. And just like that, I'm gone.


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A' MA (FOR MA)

You chose McHenry for your home . . .
Settling here, so that your children could have a bright future.

Your life was given for your children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren . . .
A loving mother who thought of their welfare, even to the end.

Never thinking of yourself . . .
Even in your afflictions, your laughter brought joy to others.

When your eyesight became poor,  "Who is that?" you would say . . .
And your smile would always make them feel welcomed by you.

Your love enriched the lives of all in this town . . .
And many of those well beyond its borders.

Though your vision was fading . . .
Your love for others never did.

We are saddened because you are gone . . .
Our world has lost a great treasure.

We will miss you "Ma", "Gramma", "Poa", "Nien", "Bat Bat" . . .
But we will always treasure the heartfelt love you gave to us so willingly.

              "GNO HAN NEE, HO AW"



I wrote this for my Mother-in-Law . . . who was a Chinese immigrant, raised three children on 
her own, and started business that touched the lives of many in our community by her 
singular courage, honesty, and love.   The last line means "We love you, very much", and 
may not be spelled correctly, but is correct phonetically.    I was blessed to know her.  
Although she has been gone nearly four years, I wanted to share my feelings with you.


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Heaven

Even though you're gone, you're still with me here. Forever I await you, silent in tears. Breathing is like bleeding the pain of my soul, finding my way back to the path is like finding the light and you're guiding me safely home. Damned to eternal battle, you had the will, but lost the fight. Goodbye is now forever, and not just for the night. If I reach Heaven will I find you there? My question lingers in the cold and hollow cemetery air. Frozen you lie at my feet, your stone glints in the forsaken moonlight, petrified by the sorrow that consumes me, I cannot find the strength to leave. Give me an answer so that I will be satisfied... You lie so silent, and so the memories I have left of you slowly rewind in my grieving mind. If I reach Heaven will I find you there?


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Sadness

The women stood in front of the table 
Her sad hands
Empty
Hallow
With nothing
she looked at her daughter
smiles and laughter
i wish her the best
nothing less
the sun shines on your golden hair
i love you, dear
Dont get hurt
promise me you wont
take my hand
one last time
forever more
say that you must
smile
dance
laugh
sing
just promise me you will dream
when i fade to grey
you are getting older 
you have a life
children of your own
you start to cry
clutch to my hand
ill never leave
im always here
Clinging...


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the principles on southeast center

          I

how could i know him his eyes say
but my eyes reply which of us may speak to that
be busy in the house that needs fixing
despite histories in three
and homes as safe as the clicking of gates

and grassblades fidget at hems where summer whispers
bluegrey hands of the watering can
tuck layers against its lime-rimmed chest
 
          II

he rips and hacks down and stacks the rubbish hastily 
where the garbage bins once sat and even those 
were absconded off in the short days after
 
what transience his playhouse has framed
now makes a curious fence for bikers towing their children 
or friends chastening friends
perhaps your anonymous landlords
 
under the roof in the carshop
are objects as phantom as their own shadows
where the oilcan floor receives a calcified light

where congealed baydoors face clotted to the
life growing hardy and peculiar
below the synonymous rooftop 

           III

a dry-lipped curve of water
finds nerves beneath seventeen windowbars
so that all is safe and the insides are secure 
they rumor threats and do they make those too
armed with the fact of so many bars

she sobs
and the way my nerves shake like grass-light
and the bald man there with the timid grip looking at her 
where even the garbage bin is gone
i rarely do see her
once i saw her smile furtively

suddenly a vulgarity in earshot 
my brother coughs laughter off his gridlined paper
to me or to the world or to the story he was written into
and i laugh a foreign neighborly coin

          IV

hit the rode jack plays splashes of whiskey 
we jesters overhear police uniforms walking heads down
their feet chaperoning them from the backyard
the screwed up faces of strangers cum luna

you ever see anything like that
and the other bursts a reflux of no up from his throat 
seen bodies but not like that man 
all of this in the synoptic lidless eye of his flashlight

hit the road jack plays obscenely for the residents
and absurd vultures pick for audiovideo giblets
well the cats have a new place behind what is for us
the portcullis of our home

          V

the cat is notorious from the flyer on the pole
the father fixes everything he can
and transient eyes look upward in the night 
at catshadows scratching the air
our fence was his playhouse was his rubbish is a ribcage
young ones arent a problem but we still need to keep watch
because no one will do it until someone does it and then everyones doing it







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Bigger

Life is short
But this time
It was bigger
They all tried so hard
To forget her
The rumors spread
That she was dead
She didn't blame them
They didn't know
It hurt the teacher
Hearing what they all said
The maddness
They could not stop
Nor the rumors
She lived her life
The way she thought
God had sought

Cancer.

it was painful
No kem
No radiation
Abuse.
She was rasied with it
Abuse only mad the
Cancer hurt worse
The halls
The looks
The pain
It crowded her thoughts
As a senior she was
Determined to graduate
Still going to school
She refused to not go
A week before graduation
It happened suddenly
Walking in those halls
Getting those looks
The pain worsened
She got paranoid
Down she went
Laying there in pain
Watched the world
Around her fade to black.


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color coded music message

Bad meat
dead meat
thousands sick from this disaster
hungry like a wolf
the stomache worms grow
in the people who still don't know
texas miki of tequilla
many reasons to reconsider health symptoms
sewer leak to smell from down the street
not staying here too long when the mosquitos come out
drive by the cess pool
and come into town to realise
no one is ever outside
the lights are all out at 7 oclock

Color coded music message
three days of taking a turn to play your two favorite songs
to steer the obsessive compulsive
who wont let you down
who wont be able to stop himself
from killing the worlds enemy
however we can only do this if we allow ourselves
to practice the day that nobody dies

musical masterpeace of blind leading the blind
in an attempt to get your angels in position
the birds eye view to realise this spotlight
the black and white fashion to start everything off
purple confusion of your orange disaster is the naked blue truth
surrounded by coincidence leaving you shining
differently dressed than those around you
angelic mastermining of the candle of mans free will
burning at both ends to provide you with your own safety net

in the end of this mindblowing experience
of the locomotion of your soulbound prayers
i forget once again who i think i have become
everything is pretty much automatic
choose to be aware of this if you want
forgetting the perfect lives of god
aware it may be possible to take down two birds with one stone

all this to make your devil cry
which will be replaced by an experience that is fun
unlike the grueling effort to prove to society
there are more than 3 people the police actually helped in history
even though usually when something good happens to the world
they lose control, and everyone else seems to lose out


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A Kiss- part 2 due to length

....In Jeremiah 29:11
The Lord declares
For I know the plans I have for you, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future
Upon these words I meditate in prayer
And With the Lord come to a place
Where thoughts and words are spoken through a slow pace
You see, Our will not his be done
He decides weather or not we get to see the next morning sun
For he knows what’s best
If we should go North South East or West
In a way though, I’m jealous of dad
You know just a tad.
Because I know he is in heaven now
He got to take his last bow
Although sadness fills our hearts
And its tearing so many of us apart
But now he is finally home
He gets to see all of our father sitting upon his throne
And he too again, gets to see his dad
He is glad
He is happy
No more Pain
He no longer has to deal with all the storms and rain
He is joyful and bliss
And I know that from heaven
He is blowing us all down a sweet and sincere kiss


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may day

the call themsel's enlightened ones
yet shun the light
profess unification
but will never unite

possess infinite knowledge
but what do they know
this illuminati
hoo' dim their glow


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Stuck in the membrane

Here my guttural wombat cry
I'm envisioning a life without you...
This ridiculous school bus pandering-
Let the mafia emerge from underground
Shell the streets down
To choke this gasoline vibe

What were you hoping this time around?
Let the karma ferris wheel fly off the boardwalk
And skittles pepsi cola families
Hit the rebound
Your sucking the atmosphere dry

I'd rather dig a grave than participate
I'll be a carpenter bee
To your massive unparalleled stupidity


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Today

Today, I thought of you, and a smile spread across my face
My mind recalling the memories we shared
Your heartfelt laughs and bearlike hugs
Always telling me to do my best and to never give up
That you loved me, and always would.

Today, I talked to you, and a tear ran down my face
As I looked up at the sky, I felt the warmth of your smile once again
I told you I missed you…
And how I wished I could hear your voice again
To see you again…

Today, you talked to me and the floodgates opened
The clouds parted and the sun shined brighter
A soft breeze wrapped around me and whispered in my ear…
That you loved me and everything would be alright
That someday we would see each other again in heaven.


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Abused

The beautiful girl that lives down the street
The one that has bruises from being beat. 
Her heart is frail, she’s lost all hope, 
Her moms new boyfriend hits her to cope.
She’s limping because this nasty man
Where her mother is is unknown
Her eyes are scared and full of fright
because she is afraid to be alone.
The bruises started yellowing.
She was in much pain.
The tears fell down her little face
And outside it began to rain.
At school she was a quiet one.
No one knew her name.
The teachers, they said nothing
Even though they saw her pain.
One day when we watched the news
a picture of a familiar face
I felt the tears build
With greatest sadness and despair
It said that she was killed.
Loud tears filled my home
As I thought of that little girl
Who now would never see
Her future in this world.


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Silence

After millions of seconds,
every second seeming,
much longer than the other.
All we wanted was good news, 
all we wanted was you...

 A night with little excitement 
only listening to the music, 
and watching stars make lame jokes,
 my sister and I heard a ring,
only faint cause the phone was outside.

Praying that everything was all right
we only wanted you safe,
we hear a sob from my mom.
As the moment my life fell apart
the good news never came.
 
You ran,
you jumped,
you swam, 
you quit.
Why?
I don't understand.

We still haven't stopped asking questions,
Why you? Why us? Why then?
Those questions will never be answered.
It's been almost five years
Why?!

When you left you took a part of us with you,
My mom says hello, 
Can you say hello to Ashley for me? 
I hope you take her camping, and watch the stars at in the sky.
I hope everything's alright.

I know your dad came to join you,
Does it make you happy when people join you,
maybe that's what was going through my sisters mind,
maybe we all miss you more than you'd expect

Ever since you've been gone,
there has been a silence,
never questioned cause we don't want to face the truth
I wonder if you had more time if you wouldn't have done it,
do you regret it, or do you like the silence in the clouds.

We will never understand why you ran.
Life hasn't been the same since,
it's gone done hill from there,
you will always be in my thoughts.


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The Man at the Corner

The man at the corner
is waiting for me.
He is standing there
extremely patiently.

I see him 
in a dark brown coat.
Which compliment 
his chocolate brown eyes.

The bright red roses in his hand
I can see from down the block.
He looks down at his watch
and notices that I am late.

I start to walk a little faster.
My heels click upon the sidewalk.
He looks up into my eyes
And he smiles as he walks towards me.

A deafening screech
brings us to a halt.
A flash of red 
drenches me in filth.

His eyes open wide
and he walks towards me.
The red flash comes faster and
plows over the man.

He keeps driving 
into the building.
I sprint to the man
Who is dying before my eyes.

I softly lift his head
And he looks into my eyes.
Coughs a little blood
and says the words I love you.

The words leave my mouth as well
with tears down my cheeks.
As his eyes roll back into his head
I kiss him on the lips.

Tears break out once more
As he is put into the ground.
The ring on my left hand
I'm twisting nervously around.

I cry at the diamond
and curse that I was late.
For if I wasn't 
he would have lived.

The man at the corner was my husband
waiting there for me 
He was standing there
extremely patiently.



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My Final Prayer

A thought that commonly lingers into scope

A timeless hour left unprovoked,
A caged fury sullen in reaction & approach.
My final prayer I shed a single tear to numb its inner pain
For the kings and queens of the Earth;

That one day will bow to thee...

My final pray & plea,
Through a shoulder to cry is my clearest destiny
A loving  thoughtful sigh or that of lulabye stream
The strong inner presence of an alibi scream

My final prayer,

In swift desolation in which to care

A captured response to share
As curious as a cat in heat

A small portion of dust from within
The silent whisper from a lonesome child
Such as the call of the wild,
Although it took time to silence the mind

A chosen vessel once torn is young

The mere inner quest of restitution,
In a pyramid of sorts with line drawn in the sand;
The nightingale fly's above
It's swift timeless chatter proned to light

A bird in asunder filtered in flight
To help warm the night
In the hopes to awaken a brand new day!


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The Friday You Left

Waking up to the words
“Your mom needs you in here now”

Standing there waiting for it to happen
Losing you

Your gone now left us here with the
Empty shell and the rears in our eyes

A broken heart from the loss of you

Your suffering is over but
Ours has just begun

I still love you no matter what

I miss you but I know your
Still here with me

The Friday you left I lost my dad


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Echoes

Why can I still feel you? 
Shouldn't you be gone? 
I watched the coffin lower 
Felt my heart brake 
Yet when I'm alone 
You wrap yourself around me 
And I can't breathe 
Because all I will smell is you
And I can't look 
Because all I will see is you 
And I can't think 
Because all my thoughts will be of you 
Your presence is unwelcome
All I want is to move on 
Yet your dragging me under 
When it should be you in the ground 


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The Day I Lost You

Ever since that cold day my life's been hard since you went away.
I think about you every day and wonder why things had to be this way.
Now that your gone my life will never be the same.
My days are filled with pain.
My nights are filled with fear, fear of waking up knowing you wont be there.
Your the only person who cared.
Your the only person I could trust.
I'd give anything just to have back the days when it was just the two of us.
But I know that will never be, and it hurts to know your not here with me.
I know you would want me to be strong, and to be the best I can be.
I know this cause I am a of you like you were a part of me.
Somehow I will make it through.
In my mind I have memories of you, and these will never fade or go away.
Even though you are no longer alive in my heart you will never die.


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Truth

We each must believe in something to exist

Whether self is king or that in certain vice
To delegate a chance or that in some roll of the dice
Some our content in stoic & mundane
Wile others our frankly mentally insane

For the mighty God has done great things for me

Within pivotal yet fruitless gain or from borrowed chase
A reckless abandonment to an empty corpse shell
An angelic fervor of sorted chasm intact 
For stregnth comes in like a flood

Just suppose we just faintly disagree
This does not negate the real fact of spiritual equality
We each represent a stoic source in truth
Yet devided we sore vex call it a viable truce

Through a barrage in ample demonstrative approach to appease

For the mighty God has done great things for me
With painted stone freshly on the outside patio decorum intact
Tolerance is never an issue anymore
Set in stone its attributes deminish through a slight in hand

Hoping that someday soon we will surely live to understand

For the mighty God has done great things for me
With his mercies endure from age to age
Through frolic in twilight pasture
In ardent song within its smoked filled room laughter

This in effect prepares no one for the great here after?


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To my eldest

Joshua Louis Pokorny Sullivan

Joshua was a beautiful soul
always soaring about

He brought love, laughter to everyone
even those who knew him not

Joshua was a beautiful soul
always expressing himself through art

He brought beauty, color, and humor
to everything he crossed

Joshua was a beautiful soul
always kind, compassionate, and strong

He tried to keep going and going
obstacles all along

Joshua was a beautiful soul
always funny, comforting, and smart

He knew just what to say and do
to make him be apart of you

Joshua was a beautiful soul
a wounded bird that no one could catch

He wanted to live in a life of ease
feeling no pain or disease

Joshua was a beautiful soul
no more problems to attend

He lives in Heaven now
like the Rose of Sharon

Joshua was a beautiful soul
the only rose in a field of trees.

He will always be loved
and never forgotten

Joshua IS a beautiful soul.........

Holly Moore, and my son, Jonathan Sullivan
July 2012


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Eternity

Hearts unfold to shelter the pain lest I shall refrain,

The shadow pulls an ellusive sweat through viable regret;
In the face of devastation we still see his smile
Cause we know all the great while his blood
Was chosen for the benefit of others;

Blinded eyes to unfold this vested circle of love expressed

With no shoulder to cry in torment to watch us bleed evil deed
Exposed to the elements once more...
In viable degrade of dust to withstand the sweat on his hand
Hoping someday all will understand?

A hand to hold until the very rights to you are sold....

A heart to beat with sweat to bleed;
Eternity!
 Blood soaked sheets in reprise to heat,
Shadows torn fragments stirring within imagination 

Fought back the pain released in its salutation;

Eternity
Blood shed in our streets
Send the troops home...
With no good reason for them to roam,

Still a hand to hold the brave unfold through sad episodes

Eternity
Fought back the pain from within by a little help from a friend
Shelter lies dormant onto its beckoning call drawn near
The fullness puzzled by night sweat from a fallen union!


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The

As an attempt, in the most philisophical sense.

A line was drawn in the sand yet filtered;
Through its etched silence within hand...

Amidst twilight with adjective faith will break the mends,

It is my hope that someday we will live to understand
~

Through its inner torn desolation marked on its blotted page yet fully intact

In its bitter silence shouts filled with laughter in fits of rage;
The ultimate decision based on the mere notion of commonplace.
Can we ever escape its soul vested trace;
Mark the man who is willing to explore hence the opened door,

An open door through its billows torn chase;

Among its pain a certain intellectualized gain lest I refrain.

To count the cost through its heart felt trade;
The ultimate decision amidst its fray
A cover that was once blown within its sequential way
Broad spectrum as an ellusive figure 
A tree with leaves blowing through its breeze
Some may make their beds while others simply lie in it
Simply put, we either will make or break our covenant
The ultimate desicions within life's means
It's a matter of life or death.

Count the cost

We often will let things fester too long

We trust in self to sing its gloomy song
We each need a tender shoulder to cry yet find none
We often slip away to into its crimesome tide that only blinds some;
We sit in idle turn to its words as if you haven't heard
We each mix viscious words that know it hurts
Yet do we ever count the cost
A given sense of logic torn across
Back alley decisions made in the dark
Having come full circle into its light
The to commonly shift toward its gloom & doom
A fatal lost story of remorse shall seal your tomb
We often get a little frantic in its complacency
We then reflect to look inward toward its choiced resolution
With a solemn word that was once spoken in the dark
Has now come fullest circle into the light
A peril vex sort proned into desolation
Count the cost when all of reason ceases to exist
It's either a hit or a miss?
An inward look at harmony marked on its blotted page intact
To its sequential hidden beast reality
In sore torn displeasure to numb its pain
We then look inward toward its choiced resolution
Was their a word spoken in the dark?
Has now come to the fullest of light
A peril vex proned to desolation!
Count the cost when all of reason ceases to exist
An inward look at harmony
In sore displeasure to numb at the influx of weather
Yet if we reach inside within its ability to hide
Behind the false hidden garb of compromise
Count the cost!


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Trash

Everything we are told as a child is true, me for example.
Trash 
Soulless 
Everything they told me is true 
Why should you think any different 
All my life has been nothing but pain and I honestly think I deserved it
I deserved the pain when I was young is a constant reminder that I will always be nothing 
I will only be trash 
Because who could love something that is only a bringer of pain
I only give what I was always given as a child
The whipping 
The beating 
I had it coming 
I could have stopped it but what was the point 
Why stop what you brought upon yourself
I will always be nothing more then trash 
I will always be reminded of it
I can never do anything right when I was young 
And it has not changed 
I will go to Hell
But honestly what is Hell but something of the mind
Something we trick ourselves into thinking is bad
If Hell is of the mind
I go there every time I close my eye 
And there is no saving me from a pain that is written down in stone
I will die with no love for no one can love the soulless.  
I often sit in wonder,
I know my life is good now, I have my wife and maybe someday children
But one day they will leave me because they will see me for what I am
Trash
They will put me on the curb like everyone else
Or be like those who cant
And just pretend to love me 
Just because they have pity for me.
I know I cant become anything in this world
I may go to school or work at a job but its so I can feel like im doing something
But I know it will be for nothing 
Because how can nothing have something?
You may read this and criticize me,
He is strange
He is weird.
I am who I am because of what happen.
Until you understand that, I don’t need you pity.
I don’t need people to remind me I’m trash.
I already know.
   


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Poetic Injuns Snarl

Poetic injuns snarl
The deprecation of land
Defacing of meaning
The grappling with cold
Hospitalized truth, creaky tiles

Curling sand from loveless fingers
Exactitude measured from fininitude
All consuming chains of being
You will be digested as chunks of matter
The law in the same
As for a grain of wheat
There's no special deviation 
For walking tonsils with big brains


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Doors open

                                            
                                                Doors Open
                                                     
SALVATION ARE YOU HOPING, RANDOM HORRIFING SCENES, EARTH SMOKING, THOUSANDS OF DIEING DREAMS, NEED TIME ALONE, IN MY MIND I ROME, ONE AND ONLY GODDNESS, PLEASE NEVER BECOME HEARTLESS, LIVE LIKE THE LIVING, KNOW A PROPHECY I'M GIVING, REJOICE IN MEMORIES OF ME, I'M GRATEFUL YOU ALWAYS DID LOVE ME, NEVER TURNED ON ME, THOUGH YOU DID WRONG ME, HAD ME FEELING I BELONG, LOOK, THANK YOU AND LOVE BE STRONG, TOOK, ME A WHILE, DAMN, TO BRING YOU A SMILE, CAN, YOU BE, A ENEMY'S BULLY, FOR ETERNITY, YOU WILL HAVING SERENITY, TOO CARING AND CAUTIOUS AM I, NO ONE KNOWS, LOVE I SUPPOSE, I WAS BORN A GHOST, LIFE WAS A GIFT AN ILLUSION, PAIN THAT WAS THIS MANS SOLUTION, CHILDHOOD REVEALED, PAST MEMORIES BEFORE MY BIRTH I SEALED, IN A ROBE OF THE HOLY, WE SOLEY, DECIDED ON DISTINY, A CHILDS REMEDY, MEMORIES RETURNING, THE NIGHTS CLOSE, CEMETERIES BURNING, IMPATIENCE GROWS, BEING QUIET NOMORE, MY KEY IN YOUR DOOR, WERE REBORN, INFANT OVERCOME THE STORMS, YOU CAN AND WILL, UNDERSTAND THIS AND FEEL, LIFES A PATH, A ROAD OF DECISIONS, ENJOY THE DAYS OF WRATH, TRUTHS MY RELIGION, FOLLOW NO ONE BLINDLY, IF YOU NEED HELP YOU'LL FIND ME, OWN YOUR MIND, WHEN DONE, THE MIND'S A ELEVATER, SINS GONE, NOW YOUR GOD, YOU FEEL AND BE WHAT YOU WANT, MY TEACHER OF GUIDIANCE, THE TRUE BLUNT
Doors open


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Going to a Funeral in Another World

The scene is all too familiar
(Except for the purple sky),
Has this happened before?
Deja vu on the edge of a waking dream?
In another life,
Or maybe all funerals are the same?

The same ceremony.
The same casket
(Well this casket is made of Phantom-wood).
The same sadness, fear and joyousness,
from everybody that it is not
THEIR funeral.

We are all lined up
(Along the blue grass)
These familiar strangers.
They look like neighbors from past lives,

The lady next to me looks like
my 1st grade teacher
(Except she has five noses).
She doesn't seem to know me,
Why would she?

Didn't I used to deliver newspapers to that man?
(Except without the eyes in the back of his head)
Not in this life
Maybe that was lifetimes ago.

On the way in
I brushed past the doorman
(who looks like this kid I used to play hockey with,
except he is thirty years older).
But we say not a word to each other
As if we don't know each other
(or never did).

The funeral is sad and I cry,
even though I never knew the boy in the coffin
I cry because things have to end.
Why can't they be endless?
I cry cause death is heart-breaking
I cry for his family's pain.

And I am glad to go back to my world,
Where we never die and love is endless.


By: Joseph DeMarco


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Prince Of The Shade

Fading into the backround, breaking the barriers down. Mercy they plead and beg for me to release them, let us free. Jackels dance in cirlces of fire , Hyenas tear up the meat for the king. Shadows swirl around the light while I nearly give up the fight. Prisoners are people too maybe I was made for captivity. The Prophecy said I was born to bleed, the gods said I was made of weed. The Prince of the shade shall never fade, the king of the ring wont be deceased. Pontifex Maximus is the title given to Francis, Chances are if my balances are off the boat may sink. The Goat Master has high esteem in the realm of the trees. Beads made me foam at the mouth, Mayor of the south corrupt man named ralph.


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Farewell Black Rose

 
Bloom in the brightest of times, 
Passionate black rose 
Blend with the splendid aroma…it’s a wish
I grant to you, exquisite black rose 
For you are my mother—withering away
Into the eerie night... you sway 
 
Gloom caresses you in the darkest of time,
Gorgeous black rose 
Mend the atmosphere overwhelmed with anguish 
When your heart gave way, beautiful black rose 
For you are my mother—driven away
Into the perilous sea… you say:

“Farewell, son/daughter of mine…Someday you’ll shine!”

Those last words will always be 
A broken record forever in my drenched heart  
Those last words led me in this debris
That forever took you away into the death’s cart! 

Farewell...Farewell...Farewell!
Beautiful black rose...I don't want to see you wither away!
Farewell...Farewell...Farewell!
Beautiful black rose...mother...rest in peace 'till the day
You bloom in the glorious times

Rest in peace, farewell
Black rose.


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fallen stars

fallen stars

like falling stars 
fading souls appear to be 
as they depart from this earth
 
to experience
their bright and streaming light
in their prime
their brilliance amazes 
and overwhelms me
 
their absence leaves me
alone and grief stricken
yet grateful for all of
the beauty they
brought to my existence
 
fallen stars
shall I never
forget your
translucent
illumination
until my own 
final hours


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Storm

In the eye of the storm

With words that blow out on the barren sea

Having eyes to see through its melodic memory
We have come to its fullest age of tranquility;
In the eye of the storm...
Some in full want while others in great need,

Some would even beg to differ

Rather then curse the actual day in which they were born
Although with close knit ties one could barely see
While others reflect on all of eternity/
In the eye of the storm one can barely see,

A twilight vision or just any reason by which to believe

Still among the living there is a blessed creed


Amidst the storm of life the inhiliation of many dreams
Nothing on this Earth ever turns out to what it may clearly means
With lines being drawn in the sand
Hoping that someday all will understand?

Otherwise, it is certain suicide in some teenaged waste land!

In the eye of the storm a slight fabrication,
Or in the game of slight edged mystery!


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Woods and Trees

In late Spring when heros scream

A source of sophistication from faint misery
Inside the thwart hidden silence of the pivotal solace of my mind
With mind blowing excursion toward the legally blind inside
Woods in growing habitation & silence

Woods in distant pathways derived from a slight bite in solace

After a warm fire woods will then stand tall amidst uncertainty
Is is where one could often sport for game
Hunters in woods will drive you totally insane in brain
In extreme situations the wood can be an untimely climatic disaster to fathom

Woods

In significant direct correlation through storms in danger arms wide opened
Woods can create a swift barrier of thoughtful change,
A romantic encounter by which the lover shall stray
Is there any other mental nor mere philisophical way

Nature lies dormant amidst its beckoning call
With a swift viable pulse derived after the fall
Transformed by silence of thought provoked listening elm & pine
Created in enriched diplomacy from God by his great design

God again speaks through me from the sound of a wolf intact

He completes his journey through stregnth by which to resist
Woods
We scenic scope in vast briars taunt
In vegetation swine with sukken asps which haunt

Vanquished moss covered up in grey filtered steam

An approaching visible light to follow a dream
A captivated look into the woods
Engulfed in moss green briars torn asunder
Trees fallen in decorated colors

In the dead of Winter leaves tumble to the ground

With mice and men walking alone
On a crooked path filled with rocks & twigs
Such as a bushel filled with acorns & figs
Within desolation there crys a fever pitch
Trees in silence
Trees in a ditch
Silence in thought provoking beckoning call
A combersom message that negates a stall
With a figure of speech twisted in a dream turned nightmare
Why should we even bother or for that matter really care
Trees in a Bob Ross brightened country portrait sway feel
Trees can define sullen wounds that sometime bind
Make good use of your time within sullen asps which chime
Throughout its darkened portal without having restraint
Trees can exhibit a dire need to express
With just a little love and a whole lot of tenderness
Meditation through barbed wire fences filled up in tears
Absorbed in concrete fenders filled in ellaborate decorum cheers
Switching full gears from sullen tears to that of darkened fears.


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Forked simulation

Parents crisscross
Love overrides a sullen display-
My mind is not on time


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Back Tracking To Your Love - Rewrite

                            I ran back again,
             To gather your missing threaded kisses;
                      Suddenly the fabric softness
                                  Of your arms
               Take hold of my memory like a dusty seam
                          That unraveled too soon.
                   I stumbled across, searching for that
                   Special binding of our love, becoming
                  Trapped in the folds of a fine taperstry
                        Woven of what I wanted, not
                     What I needed though worn thin...
                                  Still I run on.

June 6, 2011
Cynthia


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For Gabe

The card hangs above my pillow.
Two dates; 18 years apart

Crinkled notes in my right hand drawer
Doodled hearts in colored pens
Thumb stained photos in a shoebox
Innocent smiles, nervous hands
Simple memories on paper
I keep those hidden and safe

But his card, it hangs above my pillow.
Two dates; only 18 years apart.


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Wootten Bassett

There is a town up for rent,  its inhabitant's spent
From the constant grieving that sees no a leaving
Please send us one back that survived an attack
So we can retire this black take these funeral suits back 
There high street's a runway for funeral carriage
The tarmac's being ripped up from the constant barrage
So withdraw all the horses and silence the gun's
and pray for the memories of those lost to the War
Leave noble Wootten Bassett to cry no more.


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Heaven

Beneath the ground the Earth does tred

Many viable thoughts inside my fragile egg shelled head
A sound in deep reflection & then
In matters of service through a barrage of mediocrity
A given sadness sets inside

Amidst a given tragedy the lines are drawn alone

The thought of some heroic montage scene
In sullen clefts chosen among men to be seen
With a sound of sadness then a quick glimpse of heaven
This is not some one stop shopping event at any local 7 eleven

Among silence the inner thought of sullen patience

Heaven is just to far away!

Yet closer to it everyday
Amidst total silence derives happiness out of negated silence

The third degree from the omniscent catalyst
Within direct correlation between friends
In sullen demise grafted into its main source
A reed thwart & tossed into the wind again then scattered

Now is brought desolate among matters shooting fetters
Among broken shattered glass yet still tampered
Through a shade of grey paradox
Only to drift or then rationalize this very notion in  thought

Could quite quickly end in some ultimate disaster!


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Welcome

In awe of silence filtered through a variation in a dream

The mindset plummets in cordially bliss away
Time in essence to frolic in the lying ambiance of it's hidden garb
In silence, a warm shattered inner conflict abode
Of sprinkling whispers in candid flood of noise

Welcome

An exchange of time cards to punch in at last,
In social discretion & cast
Welcome to a grand illusion as a wanted man
Welcome to abortions on demand hopefully you will someday understand
Welcome to a barrage of harsh critical presence
Welcome to the silence once again

Filtered through a timeless cavity toward the influx of gravity
In desolation fine tuned decision
In careless patrons of casualty 
In want then need to watch as we bleed

No shoulder to cry just the enivitable lie
The lie that says I am what I do?
Yet who knew this plausible quest would soon come true?
Welcome to the jungle cause your all going to die
Welcome to the helpless for one day soon will fry
Welcome to the neighbor that stands in disgust
Welcome to the priest whom we can't even trust?

In want we sometimes turn inward shaped by silent burning timber,
Welcome to the crazy days of idol
Welcome to a nomadic venture to wander
Welcome to a downward trend of depression
Welcome to the all inclusive opinion
Welcome to a pain in my ass
Welcome to the guy who gets off on a free pass
Welcome to the football guy that gets more in one year then I earn in a lifetime
Welcome to the shade by which to hide from
Welcome to the storms that invade in demonic fright

Perhaps my dreams will come true or will have to wait until tonight ?


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Insanity

A lone blade of grass

The sense of nature sweet with fragrance flourishing

In times of uncertainty marked on a blotted page
Within solace we release its pain,
Shouts of madness torn asunder.
Pilgrims progress sharpened its pencil

Insanity

Marked on a blotted page yet fully intact
When will we act our age,
In demonic torn relics of suede in billows creation
To frolic in the inner ambiance of the day

A humble way by which to bow the knee to pray

Although its shivers down my spine in frolic
Insanity
In chosen ambiance onto its beckoning call,
The way of a poor child after the fall

Then marked on a blotted page all alone

With emmense inner conflict & pain
Shoulder to cry after the rain
A quiver of the nerve pressed on a heal in sore vex plight
Insanity

Innocent killings of the unborn in their mothers womb
To ceil their tomb from harming fumes
Insanity
Bras being burned in our streets

Children returning to war zones we call schools

The march of the soldiers & fools
The eclipse of the sun had tainted my inner vision
A quest for power in sore derision
A decision of laughter in the height of the wind

A feeling of neglect by which one faintly can depend
Shouts of praise filled with sounds of laughter
The preparation of a guest to await the great here after
Insanity

Children having baby's & crazy
Crimes of the innocent in the blood on our streets
Getting crazy in the linens on the sheets
Crazy music as we learn another timely beat

A heart pulse torn in a crazy way,
A different dance display
A laughter in the rain
A page of intellect in my brain
A bridge in circumstance amidst the pain

Sadness in the heart again
Perhaps its best to hold my breath
Then count to the number ten
In shadows the darkness creeps in

Society is going straight to Hell!


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PROPHECY

       PROPHECY
And when the days to the end do begin
there will come a prophet
from out of the plain
and journey he then unto the corners
of the earth
but his silence will be long
even unto the last of his years.
And he will watch and wait
for the day to begin.
But they will see him in his own light
and he will say unto them that wonder,
Do you not know of the Father and the Lamb?
and they will answer him not
for the time is not yet.
And there will come the dawning of the day
as the Father has told but they heard Him not.
They will fail at the dawn
and all manner of catastrophe
shall deliver them into evil.
And the world shall know darkness
even at the mid of day 
until the ice does return and cover it all
as it was before.
So goes humankind
to whimper even unto the very end..
© ron wilson (aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet)


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Victory

We humbly made our abode out on the blank marked page

It was there we reliquished a sigh of relief
Through tempers a fire just to fill a sincere want & desire
In height of temporal anticipation
We live our lives in humble gratitude

Victory

Marked on a blotted page yet clearly intact
Through a filter we can nurse our trouble
Tempers a fire in direct service toward one another;
Victory came suddenly out on its blotted scheme

In pulsating fervor we can hear a vile scream
In the fire of affliction where sounds of a cry seem deafening
Gone our the days with fervant craze
In temporal adjustment lying blanket in some haze

The vine has been cracked in sore appease contemplation

Perhaps were in need of a rest on some long awaited vacation?
In inner longing trapped variation
The twilight sun has tainted my inner vision
A soul pressed hard in instant isolation

Stregnth comes in numbers yet that is doubled
We as a society have become infected sorely troubled


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Such A Life

Watch the darkness
And understand what it means
Is it there to scare you? 
Or just part of the dream.
I dare you walk closer into the darkness
Try and get to know it
It is part of you and me
The darkness shouldn't scare you
there are parts of us there that are scary
Better left in a closet to be opened by the kids when we're dead
Tsk, Tsk, what fun would that be
Let the demons show themselves now 
For what have we to lose?
You know what i am saying. 
That shadow that won't let you be
It follows you everywhere and disappears on a rainy day
Yet it is there in life and death.
You just need to know it before it leaves you 
In the ground you cast no shadow
And purgatory surely will come
And what then my friend.
Smoking at the Pearly Gates waiting on a decision
Did you love enough? Did you hate too much?
Were you nice to the innocents? 
Did you give more than you received?
All these questions for such a life.
Such a life
Such a life.


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Typical Wednesday

She sits there, knitting
It’s the same deal with worker bees
A continuous addition, to completion
Shameful, that I keep tugging this loose thread
She's knitting for nothing
I think she knows too
Stubborn woman