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Edinburgh


Sweeping through your scotch broom,
weeping over your cobblestones,
lilting around the columns of Calton Hill,
is an Age of Reason so brilliantly brooding,
some nights I am kept awake
listening to Pendragon's breath caress Arthur's Seat,
and whispers drip from sills on Ramsay Street.

Though roots may drink from a sleepless night,
when morning light creeps through the curtains,
my love for you is renewed.




*This is a re-post 
replacing an opinionated piece


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Where The Sycamore Grew

The house seemed smaller, now seen with older eyes...
The street seemed narrower, the trees taller..
Where once were open fields across the road
New construction had bloomed
The small fruit orchard had disappeared

But somehow we knew it would still be there....
Strangely different, ...yet much the same

There was an unfamiliar young child's tricycle
On the flagstone path that we laid...
In front of this little house that lies
Beyond the curve, where the old sycamore grew...

Suddenly, thirty years faded into that autumn day
And quickly had become a springtime of our lives..... 
...of first Christmas trees,..of first anniversaries...
            ...a place where I cried night after night when mother died...
                       ...and spent long, starry nights holding newborn babes....
Yes....it is all still there, in the little yellow house

Funny, but I'm glad they kept the yellow...
It has the same white shutters...
The little yellow house, with a flagstone pathway that we laid
That sits beyond the curve, where the old sycamore grew...


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Love Poem - 29

Every day, I fall in love with something new,
while maintaining the love I have already found.

I fall in love with scars, wrinkles,
redundancies and repetition,
items that people throw into the wind,
kick around and step upon.

I fall in love with my enemies,
one of life's hardest lessons to learn.
I find haters to be marvelous motivators.

Every day, I fall in love with something new,
while reinforcing the love I have already found.

The old man who sits in a rain-filled gutter,
seemingly oblivious to the water sluicing down the hill,
splashing against his clothes -
fists raised up to the heavens in fury
as he talks to an invisible audience
about how Apollo stole his dearly beloved wife....

....I fell in love with him too.

I fall in love with things that some people deem as insignificant,
ugly, morose, dirty and immoral.
The more I fall in love, the more I love each passing moment,
including the pain, torture and misery that may appear along the way.

If I write down treasonously treacherous words,
the reader could assume such words to be rooted in rage
or a cynical outlook. But the words are actually born out of love -
I love every single word in existence.

Every day, I fall in love with something new,
while still maintaining the love I have already found.

I fall in love with the woman 
who is too shy to have a proper conversation with anyone,
because she believes herself to be very ugly,
when in fact, she is an exquisitely gorgeous woman.

I fall in love with broken daffodils, bent daisies,
a shattered seashell, the sweet stench of rotting seaweed on the shore,
the way her hair smells baking in the sun.
I fall in love with black and white photographs,
hypnotized by the essence the dead have left behind.
I fall in love with marbles, the feathers of mourning doves,
and with the stray cat who after watching the moving truck drive away,
slunk around the alley in search of scraps -
over the years, she has proven to be
a most respectful and loyal animal.
I fall in love with saints, villains, rusted watering cans,
the way sunlight bends into prisms when it shines
through the cracked antique windowpane
which I simply cannot find the presence to replace.


And as for the people who think that my love is a whole
different spectrum of emotions,
or how it is impossible for someone like myself
to fall in love with something new, every, single day....

....well, I love them too.





April 6th, 2012


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Closer

    The sky resembles the robin's eggshells
                                                      scattered across the ground,

a blue so seemingly infinite                     yet fragile,
cracks running between understanding and madness
 
       complementing each other

as divine truths in their own right
to conquer my mind,
to unhinge the doors,
making it unnecessary to pick rusted locks

      letting thoughts fly free,
                                       releasing love out into the horizon.

If frozen within caged snapshots of mildewed expectations,
      it will surely die,
                 but even so,
  I was willing to strangle it by holding on too tightly.

    
    Until I saw the sky and eggshells today


      Peppered clouds reflected on the water,
                                            paralleling speckles on the eggshells,
                                    remind me of the freckles on your face.

  We need to be wide-open-free,
                                                we need to fly,
         without focusing too hard on shells of yesterdays.

We need to unclench our fists,
unclench our tongues,
explore the vast blue peppered sky 
                                                 
                                                      on wings of letting go....

 so that we can once again feel with purity,       
 so that we can hold each other ever closer.







05.24.12


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Of Ink

   Partial Paper
 -A poet in heat-

Ink carries its own tale,
When moonshine intoxicates your pen
Bottles of ink fill your mind
Composing symphonies on every line
Drops of passion all over the mask you wear
Nothing compares to black stains and broken nails

This part of you 
"A CAN'T BE REMOVED" tattoo
The tough skin you'll ever live in
Fountain pens of split identities
Who Are You?
Sinking  words like no other
Poisoned ink piercing every rhyme
Inferior poet, making the heart pure
Anger plus anger "GIVE ME MORE!"

You have a desire to paint all day,
Breathing and beating in every way
Toxic lines, from which ink flows
Inhaling images from the world
Deep and cold sorrowed emotions 
True love is always easy to poetize
Dear Poet:  "Ink Never Lies."

Pretty pink acrostic ink when she's nearby
Sugar and salt, Epic taste of reality
Ballads sung under the full moon
Sunny Sonnets, on any rainy day
Ode's of rivers from your past
A dark smile jotting down memory lane
Monologue tears brought under pressure
Loading cartridges of fresh Senryu and Haiku"
Dramatic red runs through your veins when all is done
Unfolding old and new propagandas
POET: You are my favorite verse in every stanza
((Only this, and nothing more))
Writing is like giving birth

by;)


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M


Long before Horus' exposure on its trunk
and the nailing of Jesus upon its grain,
rings have been added within the Tree
while people proclaim to hold the key
of salvation, a continually borrowed mythology
swallowed; a powerful sleeping pill

pulling the masses into slumber,
away from the obvious truth
that such supposed salvation 
is a ticket far too easy to obtain,
a discriminatory damnation of souls
so blindingly righteous,
even the most vengeful, maniacal deity
would draw the line there.

So many people hand-out the easy tickets,
cut and light the tree --
a hypodermic injection of selfish memories
mixed into mortar for temples designated as sacred,
but the elements are desecrated by swirling sewers,
by shears amputating roots from the sky.

Too many people preach, judicate, proclamate,
hold signs pointing towards a cheap, polystyrene heaven,
while only a few walk the narrow path,
live the sacrifice because it feels right.

Again and again, 
the ticket isn't so easy,
we must put aside our slumber-crutches,
stop watching the few carry the rest
upon their backs until bones creak and groan
from the weight of people waiting for salvation
to be handed to them.

27 years, a branch in the road, 46664 etched into its bark.
The forked doors opened,
a living, breathing gospel
brought down fences,
and even then the wood was made into crutches
for people to say, 
"M will fix it, M will do this, M will do that,
M will save us, just wait and see."
But M is finally free, yes, he is free!
Free, but not lost to us,
always surviving as spirit-seeds.

We must no longer lean upon crutches,
instead purge the pill from our blood
and awaken into gardeners who water the seeds
within the soil of our souls,
before the vision withers completely,

and we remain only as husks
waiting to be hydrated by watering cans
held in hands too weak to lift the weight....

held in our own hands all along, 
held in our hands all along.



*Inspired by Madiba Mandela

December 7th/8th, 2013







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Recording/Re-playing/Recording/Re-playing

The farm
     and the porch light hums 
the sound of another 
orange dawn.

Burnt up – crisp
      aching new reaches 
of the imagination turn 
from corn
      to wheat
to the pungent shade
of dried blood on hands –
kissing corners of a mouth
never kissed.

Sweeping ‘cross in whispers 
two thousand years
      and more, come
words on the flat-line horizon,
dripping sideways,
like a red cat's eye marble 
on a circular seesaw
that knows no bounds;
rolling infinitely back
     and forth - 
ringing through ears that were once
in that ago (can you hear it?)
hearing the coming of a storm 
     being heard 
by another set of ears,
in some other when –

     some other marble.

When, speaks the unspoken.
When, treads where none may tread.
When, grips the barren outcroppings of space –
playing the unending moments –
where no other question hence forth

can grip.

Night sounds come in floods
of mauve,
      and quiet apricot;
slicing through oceans,
unsung,
      where no ears hear.

The farm: echoing, lowing and fawning –
Trying to stay true 
      to form,
bleeds into the fibers of a dream
once lived –
recognizing its existence
through the act of a moment, 
      lived.

The girl turns to face 
the enormity
of all she has yet to hear upon 
      the brazen, blazing horizon;
she strips down to goose bumps 
on the skin
that God gave her; 
opening her mouth to hear all
that she is –
 
      breathing in the dawn 
as it breaks.

The farm notes this coming.

The sky knows;

The wind knows.

The earth knows - relaxing
at her feet
      exhaling
through her soles,
resounding through the mouth
of the un-kissed,

breathing through this land; 
humming through porch lights,
spinning through atoms,
sifting though heavens,
recorded through lifetimes,
      and through into another’s
open mouth.




© Kristin Reynolds 1/9/09


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Footprints

Frothy waves stretch to kiss toes
Hikers plodding sandy coasts
Leaving imprints on the shore

Who journeyed here, perhaps this morn
As the orange orb created dawn
Summoning sun worshipers

Footprints far too large to fill
Descended down the shell-strewn hill
Then hugged the waves’ low tide

The retirement community
Sends scouts here daily just to see
If the sands of time still wait

Alas, they do, imprints remain
Sacrificed to sea when evening tide returns again

Their legacies erased each day
Another scout, another age
Will surely cast its prints anew


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THE OLD OAK TREE


         Oh I am but a simple leaf
         withering within the gutter
         one summer of bliss
         now! Just an autumn flutter.

                   For some; destine to fall
                   upon stony ground, a part
                   of life’s infernal gyration.
                   Yet for those that fall
                   within your reach, to live
                   on within your soul!

         While limbs that stretch
         towards the solstice, create
         vivacious veins as channels of hope,
         a pledge of foliation continues
         to endure what spring has
         furnished; autumn expires. 

                   Yes! If we can but learn
                   from nature’s complex simplicity,
                   that life be of a cycle
                   from the seed we are conceived,
                   then let spring be my beginning
                   winter my exultant eve!

         Let our two cultures
         merge as one, the
         decomposed humus
         to become the sustenance;
         our transfusion the
         new beginning.

                   Let us breathe the
                   fragrance of born again;
                   let each slender limb,
                   stout body bear our
                   tenaciousness, each lyrical
                   leaf our life’s blood.

          Let us mollycoddle each
          precious tear that falls from a
          angry sky; dance gracefully
          upon the wind, embrace
          on moonless nights, bathe
           in summer madness.

                   Let us hear the bluebell call,
                   the daffodil pray, the apple
                   blossom bear witness; the
                   clamour of the field mouse
                   the pitapat of the butterfly
                   the silence of lovers in love.

             Let us be sanctuary to the
             symbolic songstress, scuttling
             squirrel, vulgar urchin;
             a fortress for the warrior
             a haven for the pacifist
             an inspiration for the poet!

 EPILOGUE 

                  The call of springtime
                   we will invoke,
                     logging representative
                      we will gladly choke;
                        nature’s guardian.
                          “This! Obliging old oak.”

Copyright Harry J Horsman 2000


        

         








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The Ladybug's Whisper

And the ladybug placed a caressing whisper into dragonfly’s ear,
“I want to fly again. I crave to flap my tiny wings towards sunset’s crux. 
I want to breathe again. I want to be held like winds within canyon’s dialect.”

“But, first, I just need to scream.”

…

Let me be your breeze.

In
One
Fell
Swoop

…

The power to swim!
The power to grin!
The desire to never, ever fall again!

Let us embrace conundrum’s waterfall to be its resolution!
Let us allow joy to be our bedtime lullabies!
Let us let love IN without full moon’s dependency!

Ride on this impeccable jet stream towards animosity’s downfall!

Look in the face of your beautiful enemies
Daring it to stand above pedestal’s fallacy
Let your radiance be their final intimacy!

Take incipient steps,
Upon mended asphalt wishes

Let them tremble at the sight of your beautifully embattled smile
Knowing they will never reciprocate

Where desert winds kneel in our reflections
For we are an oasis
Forged of blood diamonds; sacrificial memories

Breezes become gusts
Gusts become worshipped exhales

All that I am!
All that you are!
All that they hope to be!

Our Yin & Yang
Will release proverbial boomerangs
Breaking vicious circles upon this genesis

We sway above greener pastures.

Gusts become breezes.

One
Fell
Swoop

Breaking enigmatic mirrors to see your true colors
With a scream to paint your new canvas

…

The time is now,
Let your two feet become one.

Rise, my ladybug!
Rise

Say goodbye
To detrimental trials

And caress newfound trust
Within a gentle

S				E
       M		 L
                 I

©Drake J. Eszes


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A Mountain's Challenge

majestic he seems, staring down at me with provocative, charcoal cavern eyes challenging me to forge upward massive boulders, slippery streams and fallen trees arduous obstacles he puts before me shall I take his dare perhaps ascending a few steps closer to cerulean heaven reach out to touch the kaleidoscope rainbow an arc above this complex journey’s struggle or is communing with the universal consciousness beyond reach will I step, slip, stumble and fall if I climb, seeking to prove myself finding visions of self awareness as he urges me on only to wonder why I see nothing but myself in a shroud of misty grey loneliness at the peak far easier it would be to lay my head upon the verdant meadow’s grassy pillow content to admire him from afar rather than challenge myself to win his approval gratify my ambitious nature what satisfaction will come if I remain complacent in my life’s lackluster station never growing, never knowing what might have been if I’d listened to his provocative voice
*Written July 30, 2014


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Like a Rock

I carry my mother 
like a rock in my pocket 

that I just can’t seem to throw away 

It serves me 
no purpose, 
it just weighs me down 

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When I first found it, 
when I first picked it up 
and started carrying it with me, 

I thought it so beautiful – 
I could look at it for hours 

But, like my mother, 
it never looked back at me, 
never grew warm under my loving gaze 

For the longest, I was blind to that, 
Blind to anything but the beauty, 
blind to the cold, hard, 
beyond-remote nature of the rock,
of my mother,
my stone

~~~

I carry my mother,
a thought without weight

And she’s heavier

and she’s colder

than all the stones
there are

~~~
 
By the time I recognized her 
immutable, emotional unavailability, 
I had run out of joy,
felt depleted of hope –

But I could not,
for the life of me,
stop seeking a beauty, a warmth,
inside her heart

Could not stop
wishing
that one day this stone,
my mother,
deep inside my pocket,

Might just become
its own opposite –

Change from hard to fluid,
from cold to warm

But my rock, my hard burden,
will only turn to water

When my mother
stops being
a stone


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Initiative

How do I tell you that you’re beautiful?

How can I be different?

How can I express my attraction?

When columns upon
Columns
Of testosterone filled wolves
Dressed in rented Italian suits
And discolored, mesh sneakers
Speak similar flirtatious dialect

Will this baby scented Sunflower do the trick?

I picked it from my walled Garden of Eden.

I spent 4 years mending these butterfly coated petals,
Solely for this moment

How can I express my need for your smile?

When tattered paper donations have been sent
To elicit short-term, newlywed goose bumps upon your flesh

...

May I have this dance? 

You’ve never heard this sensual ballad.

But, it’s an element of my Spoken Word
Waiting for your translation

I await your palms,
Because this is not a Man’s world

This can be ours.

But, will you leap off from trampoline’s corazon? 

My syllables are in your hands.

My book is within your misunderstood palm paths.

But, 
If you’re going to read between my lines,
Do not be illiterate to my heartbeats.

Your move…

©Drake J. Eszes


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A Cinderella Story

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“Simon, I have something to say unto you. There was a certain creditor

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Whom had two debtors. One owed five hundred denarii, and the other fifty.

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And when they had nothing with which to pay he freely forgave them both.

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Tell Me, therefore, which of them shall love him more?”

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Simon answered and said, “I suppose the one whom he forgave more.”

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He said to him, “You have rightly judged.” He then turned to the woman and  
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Said to Simon, “Do you see this woman? I entered your house, you gave Me

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No water for My feet, but she has washed my feet with her tears and wiped them

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With the hair of her head. You gave me no kiss, but this precious woman

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Has not ceased to kiss My feet since I came in. You did not anoint My head 

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With oil, but this priceless woman has anointed my feet with fragrant oil.

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Therefore I say unto you, her sins, which are many, are forgiven, for 

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She loved much. But to whom little is forgiven, the same loves little.”

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And He said to her, “Your sins are forgiven...Your faith has saved you. 

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Go in peace.” ~ “A Cinderella Story” ~


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Forty Today

Visited you today
as the sun set in the horizon…

the orange tinged carnations 
were a perfect complement 
for the skies
and for you… 
orange and blue
always remind me of you

the winds softly blew
and I just sat there
staring at the grass,
well more at your name really…

hardly believing
what I am looking at, 
that it’s been seven years

of missing you,
of just putting that reality
at the back of my mind…

But there are days,
such as today
which make me 
confront that reality—

I see your smile,
remember your laughter
celebrate your spirit
and your love

Tears, I tell you I have
the most stubborn tears
maybe because they 
make it so real for me?

I look around me
and look for that sign

Nope, not there…

I say a prayer
and speak to you
thankful for the life shared

I kiss the date that you were born

and walk away

my reflection on the car window
misty

One last look around,

and then I see it…

a cat, as we drive away…

Skies now streaked purple and pink


**My brother would have been 40 today, May 6…


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Brush Stroke to Uniqueness

If my mind be painted in colors borrowed, would it be red? 
Rusted in brown, or maybe instead, an indigo streak?
Depending upon the source of inspiration, 
and the song on the radio at the time of connection...
I keep coming back to sea green, 
or the blue of underwater murals at 3ft tall of childhood,
eyes wide in fickle, transient hazel
absorbing each moment, be it safe or unstable
categorizing each scent and each color
each love and each valor
each crisp Autumn, Summer
in vats of brain paint to be later unlidded
and splashed with insignias
of every person and place and event
that ever touched corneas innocent, bent
on absorption.
If my mind be painted, I think it be green
like the moment I'm lucid before I dip dreams
and hang them to dry in the gallery
"Mind's Eye"
and push to wake up to connect, signify
every sensory path that I've traveled before
to traipse them again and still come back for more.
I'm a stickler for art and with your canvas blank
my sweet innocent dear, with each word that you hear
you will brush stroke your way to uniqueness.


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Butterflies

BUTTERFLIES

Clouds passing by swiftly.
Like the desert sands,
tiny grains rest in my hand.
Here I lay peaceful on the ground.
My life finally reached its final strand.
Breathing faintly with no sound.
My life slowly slips back into Gods hands.
Counting each beat from my heart.
Leaving behind this shallow land.
Taking a long glimpse of this magical world.
Something came to carry me away.
Without giving me a chance to say goodbye.
This wind gave me a sensation in not wanting to stay.
Gliding away into the blue sky. 
Finally I feel this heavy load removed.
I look back and see where my body still lays.
An empty temple, no longer full of grace.
My life in front of me revealed.
Blessed for all those days I would pray.
God protecting me with his shield.
Kept his promise to take me back one day.
Now I am back where I belong.
Pass the horizon of the ocean sky.
Living among the butterflies.
Reunited with my love ones.
Angles flutter into the sky.
When your life on earth is done.
For you I will wait beyond the sun.
Somewhere deep beyond the skies. 
Your day soon will come with butterflies.

~SKAT~   *re-post*


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Pretty Flower in the Deep woods

VINEYARDS of HAPPINESS          ---------------------      GARDEN of SORROW

There is no greater Happiness,-----------when-----------Pulling away  sorrow
then being in my  lover's arms,-------letting go of----Broken memories 
Kissed by his  hungry lips,-------------------------------Rejecting all hunger, of love
spoiled by his sweetest charms.-----------------------The surface spoiled look in his face

There is no greater Happiness,------------------------Holding the depth of solitary sorrow
feeling my love's warm embrace,-----------------------Feelings of cold,no emotions on Gods grace
Meeting in our secret GARDEN,-----------------------Prolonging the visit to our VINEYARD
Opening dreams' golden gates.------------------------the door you open leads into dark woods

There is no greater Happiness,-------------------------Reviving every motion of sorrow
and there 'll never be ,for me,----------------------------trapped forever inside of me
till that far promised day,------------------------------------Broken promises day by day
My Honey  love s' here with me.------------------------a wound so fresh, damaged like a twig
                                                   

            HAPPINESS  -------------------------to-------------------- SADNESS

Happiness to me,is as easy as can be,----------------Sadness triumphs over anything in me
a doughnut,a cup of English Tetley tea.------some nights----------A bucket of ice cream,a bottle of Jack Daniel
Lying on my beige leather sofa,------------some days-------------Slouching up against the wall
Covered by a Woolen red tartan rug,------------- tears fallen like a red river on the carpet
Hugging and Kissing,Fondling and snogging,--- some mornings ---Crying and Weeping,Wiping the Sobbing
Just watching T.V.------------------------------------------Just imaging you                                                                    
                                          

         THE  ROSE===============================WITHER

Love is a Pink Rose,--------------------------------------------A rose in the dark woods
with a crown of thick Grey thorns,--------------------------Like a cloud following you
delicate and strong.-----------------------------------------------Tilting till its gone
By ;Charma                                                        By : P.D.


inspired By : Charmaine Chircop            compose By : Poet Destroyer

~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~


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On the outside, looking in

"When humanity becomes louder than love, stay out of its way. At times, it's better to be the lion in the distance, rather than the sheep losing their way...again."

This was the 1st time
I felt out of place.

Its impact mimicked abused parallelograms
Unto emptiness’ solution

I witness sliced wrists shedding bohemian smiles.

Testament verses
Latching onto anchors of invalid mo(u)rning

There was no sunrise to be found,
Because humanity kept making love to silhouetted blinders

I was surrounded by shovels
Ransacked
For the sake of digging louder messages’ trench

While I
Caress incipient wings
And half-full Windex bottles
Just to keep perception from clouding my lyrics

Because nobody wants to see eye to eye…

…

…cataract-laced speeches permeate tainted whispers
Of an innocent breath 
Simply
Searching
For B-rated serendipity

Oh, this was the 1st time
I felt out of place.

Turning away from windowed afflictions
Ready
To step towards gratitude’s breath

Outside,
No longer looking in

How good it feels.

Yet, I still miss my friends.

©Drake J. Eszes 


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Tangled Vines

I walk along the old familiar path in the wood of my childhood - the place that I willingly abandoned for the lure of new friends and activities that carried me ever farther from my simple carefree days. Nothing here is quite the same, and all that once was large to my child’s eyes has grown small. How can it be? The houses on the fringe of this old wood are the same houses we always came upon as children as we ran - exuberant wild Indians of our enchanted forest - away from our foes and into the safety of “clearings” - those back yards of neighbors whom we never really knew. Our small legs ran so quickly down that well-worn long-ago path in the days when we were soldiers hastening to secure our forts. Other times we searched for treasures in the wood's crevices, finding - one day - bed springs, metal pieces, and old mattresses and converting them into contraptions for jumping. I tread slowly, noticing how many spots along my way are now overrun with weeds and tangled vines. How did I ever not notice there were vines here at all? They must have been well hidden off our path. Perhaps a kindly neighbor kept the pathway clear of them out of consideration for all us kids. I cannot know. . . It was so long ago. I glimpse the raspberry bushes we used to happily discover each summer when fuzzy berries showed brightly red and plump. And there’s old man Miller’s house, whose fence we used to climb so we might quickly steal the juicy apples fallen from his tree. Sadness tugs at my heart. The tree has vanished, and in the place of old man Miller’s shed now sits a swing set looking barely used. I head toward the center of this miniature forest recalling how it used to hold such grandness in my young imagination. The pond where we used to skate in winter has disappeared as well. In its place is a broad high pile of dirt, and at the north outer edge in the distance I can see diverse machines used for excavation. Maybe soon the wood will be cut down. Though small, this place was once so wondrous! I think back to our Christmas vacations, looking for the perfect little hill to drag our sleds up- and the thrill of barely missing trees as we slid back down. Everything was magical, crisp and clean. Suddenly I trip on tangled vines I’ve failed to see. The vines are stumbling blocks that have blotted out the utter charm this locale once held for me. You’d think that being smaller to my grown-up eyes, the wood would seem even simpler now. But no, it’s lost the grace of my simple and easy childhood days; It’s become a labyrinth of too lush plant life. I think how - like my complicated life - this old familiar place is decaying and is overwhelmed with all these obnoxious vines and how one day - like the pond and Mr. Miller’s apple tree - this dear wood will have vanished. inspired by events of my childhood and the contest of Constance la France and now for Caleb Smith's In the Woods Poetry Contest


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Hard Work

Laughter drifts through the house, ....it has been such a while
Debate filters in, from the kids in the kitchen
The rafters are rattled with two strong opinions
Girls against boys, with opposing positions
I've watched them shuffle their cards and argue who won,
They seem to be lost, in the light masquerade,
of bittersweet happiness that is dim from the gray

Dipping their chips into onion laced cream
smacking their lips, and drinking their cokes
They are betting a few of the red plastic discs,
that will ante' this round 

...I listen, and smile, it's a beautiful sound, ...
   So long overdue,.......
                     we are embracing the mood... and it is time that we do....

Now a new game ensues.....
Monopoly, perhaps? Or charades, they will play
Whatever it is, ........ let it fill up the day
                                Let it take them away,....away from the gray

I let up the shade
to watch the evening come in,  bringing umber and rust,
as earth swallows dusk, which is fading away

From the living room window, I am hoping to see 
geese flying back to their warm winter homes
All nature seems normal, routine, once again

Winter is coming and a new year begins
How will it be now, this journey, untried,?
As we move on, wearing smiles, wearing grief on our sleeves
Smiles, for awhile, hiding anguish, and pride

Cold days are arriving......and there is talk on the hill 
where tall pine trees are whispering, 
reminding the creek, and the ash trees are shedding
and katydids will not call out condolences in the dark

Soon enough, when the lark sings,  wet grass will need tending
stacks of shutters will need painting,
and snow will yet need to be pushed aside

How will they cope..?
He's not here to do it...but somehow we hope
they will wade their way through it..

But for now , at a kitchen table
for these brief moments, they are able
to laugh, argue, and have fun...
                       Someone shouts out,  "I won!"..

Joy is hard work...but it needs to be done 




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Melded

Questions hang suspended like stalactites Time, circumstance and elements contributing to its formation (—then something else seeps in, pushing me to call it fate) Questions that know not whether they should be voiced out and see light ...or remain hidden in caves, destined to be only heard by the labyrinthine chambers of the heart But yes, it is inevitable that these questions d r i p They drip, bit by bit, oozing with curiosity, forming more queries, that turn into stalagmites— Grounded questions to the suspended ones, open-ended to the closed. Sometimes meeting, creating columns, melded complements of each other. And then this makes me wonder— When these questions meet, do they ever find answers within themselves? Will the truth ever be brave enough to come out of hiding? This then makes me think of the words within souls, how these souls are the questions, in search of answers. ...And of how your words, your thoughts, your feelings, can drip into mine, feeding that inner glow It then collects, forming this deluge, flooring me as it creates a bond so powerful, it seems to defy time and even reason. A fascinating influx, that makes me smile despite myself Where sometimes I don’t know the beginning from the end— where bliss swims freely there, immersed in waves of laughter and ripples of tears. This for me is the beauty of it all, the search, the mystery...the discovery That constant ebb and flow, the give and take, that push and pull the flooding and trickling, that hiding and seeking Where one listens as the other speaks, but ah, both feeding off each other— hungry, thirsty, full, satiated yet craving for more. It’s something akin to, but not quite to how sunlight makes way for moon’s glow, how thunder rolls after the lightning strikes, coming hand in hand...yet both so defined. -------------------------------------------------------------- Yes, the questions may still hang like stalactites, and sometimes I do wonder if they will fall— And if they do, will they shatter, piercing hearts as they do? Or will their fates let them stay there, melding with stalagmites, standing the test of time, and sparkling as they do? June 17, 2012


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let sacred delirium flow

(in-between wakefulness and dreaming, in-between free verse and prose....it flows - I wouldn't trade it for candy-coated couplets, nor silky sonnets set in cities of gold, for my delirium is uninhibited, unhinged, freely flowing) delirious non-linear shutter-frames capture us over there, here now, before - a nuance, a taste on the tip of my tongue leading me towards need without a name nor face. Prying open other people to see if you were inside. Searching for a known desire with an unknown label, to find something never actually lost - to make it more palpable - closer. Crawling out of my skin, out of my skull, slinking through invisible trees, you appear: a jungle cat licking my mind - you always made love to my soul first, before enticing me with a liquid growl off-set by the pitter-patter of paws and purring. Your purr, your velvet purr rumbles for my submission. Willingly I accept the invitation of vulnerable humility bowing towards a fearless trust lush with a luminary borderless meshing, catching up to right now. - Right now - Your black-light curvaceous muscled trembling licks my mind, my body, my hands and mouth glide across your skin, testing the earth for stability. The tectonic plates of my belly quake resettle within your womb. Inside-outside, outside-inside a lotus-soul union, just as ancients had hinted, dissolving, letting you devour me, before I drink from your salty grail. Over-stimulation leads to an un-thinking deep rhythm, waves pushing out - in until the shoreline and tides become indistinguishable, a backdrop to a pace quickening. Outside-inside of you, you are outside-inside of me, there is no longer the need to fear unknowns, for the unknown guides us higher, guides us ever deeper, until even our release merges with the flow of ancient rippling rhythm. .


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Mixing Of The Bones

If we could peel back the blanket of earth
To expose the bones buried there

Mix them all up in a great big pile
To say they'd all look the same would be fair

The rich man, the poor, the blind and the weak
Each gender, religion and race

The short, the tall, the large and the small
And include every shape of the face

If we had to choose one bone at a time
Not knowing who's bones belonged to whom

To make ourselves over new again
I wonder how well we'd do

Not judging by color, size or shape
Or status of high IQ

The bones might fit together just fine
And stay together till the end of time

©Donna Jones



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Exposure: Part II

(cont'd)

"Yes, then I am filled with hate," she replied.

"You need to let it go. I know....I used to be filled with cold hatred.
Let it go. People can violate your body,
but it doesn't mean your soul is also violated -
not always.
Your body is only on loan anyway.
The soul is truly yours."

We moved even further away from the music and lights,
until we eventually found ourselves outside.
The sleet had stopped falling,
and amongst a crowd of pigeons sitting on a wire,
a Raven was perched on a buzzing halogen lamp.

Clouds broke apart, exposing a crescent moon hanging from a winking star
like a Christmas ornament, or an earring of night herself.
Not fixed, but dangling,
always moving and changing.

-changing-


"Breathe in deeply. Focus in on the star,
pretend that you are casting your eyes up to the moon like a fishing line.
Begin reeling in your mind."

"Seems like a silly game to me."

"Please try it."

The Raven was watching us from its perch.
I breathed in and out deeply,
opening up my lungs and heart to the sky.

I turned to her and asked, 
"Do you feel hate coming from the Raven perched over there?"

"No, not that I can tell."

"Remember. You can still become someone's Queen.
People can violate your body, but your soul can stay intact.
Even if you doubt it right now."

She pulled out some napkins from her purse,
handed them to me, and asked, "Will you write it down for me?"


-And so I did-







January 1st, 2012


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The Whispers of a Troubled Spirit

I didn't read the signs,
and you were raised not to complain,
holding it all inside, behind an ever-present smile.

Too scared to ask for advice,
too proud to ask for help,
you tried fixing the problem on your own,
until the problem appeared too volatile.

silly boy

I was here the entire time,
as I am still here even now,
and I can feel your shadow
moving over me,
whispering up my spine.
I can feel you wishing for the simple things,
wishing only to wake up in your bed again,
just wishing to re-start that day once more -
to feel the pain,
to feel the need
of trying things a bit differently.

If only I had been able to decode 
the complex puzzle of your mask,
I could have offered more help.
Did I not try hard enough?
There is a shadow in my heart,
that believes you would have drowned
in your selfishness,
regardless of what any of us had done or said.
Either way, you were already marching toward 
the dreaded plains of the regretfully dead.


(there are times when it is truly best to stop asking why.
On certain winter nights,
I open a window to softly falling snow -
not a single breath of chaos blows.
The night is so calm, I can hear snowflakes
touch each other on the windowsill.
I turn on a light behind me,
and as the light pours out into the night,
thousands of crystals glitter like a city of angels.
I don't have any tears left to shed for you,
they are all sitting frozen in the blanket of sparkling snow.
It is at moments such as this,
when I miss you the most)


Yet, the offer of a helping hand is still open,
a helping hand for a troubled spirit.
Reality is constantly altering,
changed in so many ways,
but I am still here,
here as I ever was.
So whenever you feel the need,
whisper up my spine,
dial up the ancient area code,
and together we can dine.

Possibly, just possibly,
we can figure out a way 
to push you through the needle's eye,
and both of us can stop asking why.








February 8th, 2012



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Maturity

As I sit by the window and look out towards the sun,
A half of me says stay, while the other half says run.

I know it's part of life, to grow older with each day,
but the older that I get, the more I want to run away.

All the stress and hard decisions that I'm left to ponder,
only makes me crazier, as now I'm left to wander.

Like a never ending clock, the days and nights will pass,
so I'll hold on to my memories, for only they will last.

And I can use them anytime, to make me laugh or smile,
or just to sort of drift away, and daydream for a while.

Although life seems so hard, I thank the Lord each night,
for blessing me with all the things He's put here in my life. 

So as I grow in my time of youth, I tell myself one thing,
Never regret ,or you'll lose out, on the  things that life may bring.


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WHAT ARE WE



What are we but vibrant green leaves in the foliage of the tree of life, soon to be turned brown and fall before others take their place? 

What are we but fast moving waves on the surface of the ocean of humanity, heading towards the shores of oblivion where they break up and die? 
  
What are we but wandering clouds, chased across the sky of existence by the winds of necessity and consumed by the sun of voracious time?


Let us ponder for a while, my loving friends
  
And

Let us try to give an answer to this:

How sensible is it, to waste our ephemeral life by
Hurting one another?  

Wouldn't it preferable be, more holy and more wise, 
Only love to harbor in our hearts and
Nothing  other?   




© Demetrios Trifiatis
  20 OCTOBER 2014

 


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Resilience

When you are pushed, push back.

...

Who do you think you are!?

The only apology in this room is you!

I refuse to hold hands with your broken memories.

Your heart
Falls unto 95 degree quicksand

Molded clay,
I now use to cover your illiterate stanza.

This flesh,
Your insignificant breath used to layer
With seductive whisper

“Please, stay”

I siphon rejected wood chunks,
From your winterized shoulder
Igniting our bridge under Summer equinox

Daring
Me

To hold you again tomorrow

Denied

…

I walk down melancholy roads
Just to hear smile’s exhale

Following Gene’s footsteps
Singing in my
Reign

Reigning supreme

For every judgment you made
Is every step I take
Every move I make
Towards rose colored stairways within
Your unseen heaven

He’ll be watching you

…

Never falling,
But rising in love

Do I
I do

I do not
Want you encased in my cerebellum

You have become a preposition with no value

Yet, still
I rise
In love

Without dependency’s fingertips
Upon my beautiful Spanish lips
Mi corazon no quieres a ti!
For my mirror, lunges true colors upon my sleeves

Forged hummingbirds unwrapping knotted Cloud 9s
Without a need for you

Without a need for you

The arrival of silence’s last stand
You will see the titanium on my hand
And your binary smile
Will evaporate unto your cracked Sapphire’s shell

As you wear my incipient exhales

Breathlessly, 
Giving you hell

…

©Drake J. Eszes


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From the Balcony

.


 Sometimes
 the undisturbed tranquility of twilight hours
 paralyzes life and motive
 with its sovereign emptiness

 Sometimes
 the eloquence of silence captures me 
 conquering any vestige of past pleasures 
 even those fugitive memories of ephemeral bliss

 Sometimes
 a waft of fragrant lavender 
 whispers its dulcet voice from the neighboring garden
 where there're lights and children who run to welcome Daddy

 Sometimes
 a woman walks with innocent lilt 
 to exchange a kiss for a lascivious caress 
 through the glass of their kitchen

 Sometimes
 I think of destiny and serendipity 
 with languor in eyes and spirit 
 for mirages or miracles

 Sometimes 
 life flows downward
 widening regrets 
 Splendor of inertia in effervescent agony

 Sometimes
 the nightfall ends 
 with the comfort 
 of a new day 
 less 








   





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Winter's Rose

white frost streaks her hair
smooth ice-sculpture skin of youth
     stroked by cracks
            wrinkles that have weathered life
                 skin once firmly packed sags

in the mirror a figure she doesn’t recognize
    but she laughs
          budding spring beauty
               summer rose that danced through seemingly timeless evenings

restless rebellion came with fall
     withering, yearning

but winter, sweet winter
fills her heart with warm memories
     resignation, acceptance of a life well-lived
               a spirit that will never die

winter’s rose smiles, prepares for eternal life


*Entry for Gail's "Inspirational" poems contest
by Carolyn Devonshire


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Things That Seemed Poetic

Things that seemed poetic were always sad,
though I yearned for sparkle
and my dad's guffaw, which never came.
Familiar things were always drear --
repeated motions in the same old game.
There were only distant glimpses
of budding spring, fleeting views
of daffodils. The strongest
poems dealt me death and dying.
Yet I always hoped, never went under
to gray despair, always dreaming
of a garden of love that we could share.
But those forbidden delights faded
quickly away; the only reality
I understand is the ever-looming
and final one. Nothing's changed.
The strongest poems deal death and dying.


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Soul mates solace

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


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The Woman

See the woman.

See the face behind its age.
See the beauty of her form.
See the way her way becomes her.
See past her once taught skin, as it was 
when it enflamed many a man.

See the way she holds her head;
the tilt of her neck, the ease
of her being.
See the strength that binds her jaw,
unrelenting in its flex.

See her hurt displayed, as shadows
fall like night upon the earth,
eager for rest and resolution -
retribution,
for the one she could not save.

See her darkness. See it very well.
See it shatter like glass, glinting,
when she giggles like a girl.
See her shine.
As the shades of dark days rise,

See the years that grace her eyes,
like rays of her own sun
exponentially shining forth.
See forgiveness in her patient hands
as they weave memories with a touch.

See the breadth of her breasts,
unapologetic,
for they have quenched her children’s hunger,
soothed their frantic cries,
and became the safe haven for her beloved.

See her empty, scarred abdomen –
round and perfect in its imperfections,
once holding the essence of all things;
carrying creation within –
see the divine home of God.

See the innocent baby,
the impetuous youth,
the voluptuous woman,
the devoted wife,
the selfless mother.

See the wisdom of the grandmother –
the epitome of every moment lived
for someone else, and the realization 
of the circle.
Hear the acceptance in her sigh.
See the gifts she has given –

see the woman!
See the goddess!
The beginning and the end!
See the infinite that bares the name,
Woman!

See her for all that she is and isn’t.
Smell her scent and know you are home.
Taste the strength of her words on your tongue.
Hear her experiences like your own.
To touch her soul is to touch perpetuity!

See her face in your mirror.

See the tears that fall proudly
upon the woman you’ve become,
and hope yet to become
                          in time;

when you have lived through all that has been 
set before you –
tasted each woman’s tears as if they were your own.
When you enter that perfect union,
timeless ancestry;
when you become,
when you come
full circle;

you will see yourself in all things, 
and your journey, will see you back

home.



*Reposted for Chris's Get Your Rebel On, Contest! This was written with my Beautiful 
Grandmother in mind. She saved my life in more ways than one. love you, Gran. This one's 
for you. (and every woman, and woman lover, here)


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Sunlight and Rain: The Prism of an Anarchist

These are the confessions of an Anarchist,

when I

stepped away from the light,
entered the shadows
of forbidden caverns,
the caves, tunnels 
and catacombs of anarchy.

Here        a constant, cold caress
of moisture,
a persistent inner rain
trickling,
pooling alongside lonely thoughts.

Nothing would grow that deep underground,
not even fungus, nor lichen.
I survived on sheer will and dampness,
lungs mutated into gills,
eyes became accustomed
to this ever-present night.

A Mission lost in translation and transmission,
a rogue satellite orbiting
through thin air's mind-bending space,
cut-off from other agents of Anarchy.
I slithered along corridors of broken souls,
fed on regurgitated thoughts
and drowned dreams of cities burning down,
melting like hot candle wax.
How I wanted the cities above to burn!
To burn down into the ground
in waves of rolling thunder and lightning.

Not able to differentiate between night and day,
weeks gave birth to months
in a C-section of fleeting years.

Somehow        I stumbled upon a side entrance,
felt warmth pushing in,
pushing down,
and my will shattered apart,
fusing back together into Plan B.

Sunlight!

As I broke the surface,
light seared my tightly shut eyes,
breaching eyelids with ease.
The pain felt wonderful,
changing into a delirious exultation
and heated comfort,
thawing out frozen, stiff bones.

Rays of sunlight rippled across my skin,
evaporating the slimy, cavernous musk,
burning me on the outside,
cleansing me from the inside.
Eventually        I was able to keep my sore eyes open
while they felt ready to sizzle and explode from sensory overload,
globules floating through my vision.

The first thing I clearly saw  
was not close up        magnified,
but the distant horizon enveloped in a halo
of lemon haze, arching between two mountain peaks.
I wept,
skin buzzing from the sun's heat.

Yes, 
how sunlight changes the perspective of nightmares,
revealing reality's potential fibers,
balancing the darkness within,
bending the remaining droplets of lost hope
into a prismatic ribbon of brilliance and prayer,
always,

        always evading the deep-rooted catacombs below,
a place I will choose to forego,
only entering within memories,
until even these are burned away by sunlight,
until even these are cleansed by sunlight.





2013 Double-Rainbow Remix
December 18th/19th, 2013
(originally written April 12, 2011)




+/-


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Sin Hypoxia

To escape sin, I built a glass box around me.
Though sin like water started leaking through the cracks upon me.
Soon the water would consume me.
Forced hand prints scattered inside the glass by me.
Trying to break free of what I built around me.
No one is near to see or help me.
No one to call, to assist or guide me.
Tears accreting to the water wasn't helping me.
The water is slowly getting deeper around me.
The strength is fading away within me.
Please, someone save me! 
Oh God, please forgive me!
Thinking I had all the answers to build this glass box around me.
Sin, yet and still captured me.
I need you now Lord please strengthen me.
Eyes closed beneath the water crying out for him to save me.
His voice appears, "Come as you are to me.
You made a decision to consult with yourself without me.
For I am the only way the truth and the light; not you but me.
All the tools you need are provided by me.
I will bring down this glass box only for your life to be with me.
For I make no mistakes because I am me.
I will send you back to be a living witness for me and only me."


Pace, G 
INK-U-SCRIPT
05-30-2012


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I ask you this

“If I have to cry to keep you, I will keep weeping.”- The Temptations

If our atmosphere
Becomes a shattered animosity

If our cumulus clouds
Become wrecking balls against our Sun

If the touch of your hands,
Turns into rabid, feline tongue

If your messages of clarity & “I love you” 
Translate into a Mime’s distress signal

If the sway of your rosemary breaths
Disappear

I ask you

Would your love
Your real love
Really
Truly
Make me shed oceanic leaks

While you ride leaky canoe
Above our water garden

Never tossing raft

Never diving in
To become my lighthouse savior

Because love
Real love
Should never
Ever
Make you embrace torment’s cry

Nor should love
Ever reciprocate
With muted stanzas

Date stamped:
“Return to Sender”
©Drake J. Eszes


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This Girl

This girl, she's crying inside,
But all everyone sees is smiles,
This girl, she's hurting inside,
She's lived like this for quite a while,
Always holding her pain inside, 
She won't ruin everyone's time,
This girl, she's breaking down inside,
But all she does is smile,
Those deep eyes,
Hold a lot world of misery,
Playing pictures from her mind,
Showing her past, her history,
She doesn't want to remember,
But the memories continue to play,
Every night she prays,
Wishing them away,
But this girl lies with her laugh,
And hides behind a mask,
So that no-one can see her pain,
Her past, her denials,
This girl, she's dying inside,
Although no-one can see her pain,
She just continues to smile bright,
From day to everyday,
With beautiful lying eyes,
For everyone to see,
Everyone and anyone,
Everyone but me.


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Burn

What powers held me in this tortured love
Shame and excitement danced around me
Grasped by the cunning illusions, deceiving
My void self image, coercing my
Vanities until I believed the insideous lies

You robbed my soul, knowing
Your presence was sealed with death's kiss
Tossing and turning in the night
I let you back in no matter the cost

Oh, and this is good -
I pretended not to be hostage to your
Cunning facade of empty promises
Even letting you linger in the presence
Of my most cherished posessions
As they also became sick in your stench

Finally, enough denial and nearly destroyed
Still strong enough to rid myself of you
I see you for what you really are, a drag
Killer of desire, coaxing many
Also blinded by your evil

In the last hours of whatever life I have left
And the coffin is near, I'll wonder 
Why I let you hold me for so long










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AN EDUCATED MAN

He reads voraciously

to his young children,
beholden and somewhat bewildered 
by sweet progeny 
their relentless leaching of his words 
hungry baby birds, small peep teachings

He reads sporadically
 
to his father, articles from the paper, 
headlines and bylines,
for his dad has cataracts, now, and velum hands
shake newsprint, making a rattling sound 
too like the quiver of their cloistered skeletons,
all those remains, all those remains

There is wisdom in comics, he has found, 
bucolic rings so like old church bells 
tutoring fields through fog

He still tries to read

his wife,
shared history in eyes,
the geography of long sighs, that topography of belly,  
yes, yes, a theology that spills from parted lips
bless each rumpled sheet, that chemistry 
which repeats poetry, spoken in a dialect, so rare 


He remembers reading an encyclopedia 

in the face of a beggar, once, 
the prophetical sparking from high brows 
which seemed to be only crossed currents,
a lifetime recorded, an unbound edition, A through Z
but when he turned carefully to C,
he'd found a full entry on compassion
and charity

Soon, he'll no longer read music notes

through a soft blur, playing guitar for one
a thousand times more educated then he,
this twelve year old girl, her heart 
an open lecture hall,
that smile of pure academia, 
may she ever be an opus angelorum,
that reaches, will ever reach, 
far past mere hospice walls.







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Cougar and Young Meet

Captured by a young man with an old soul that's good to the 
  bone.
Her desires awaits patiently and yet fulfilled as he joins her at her 
  throne.
A mile away he can hear her voice whispering in his ears oh 
  soo Sofltly.
Saying, that her desires which are kept in secret need not come out, they ARE
  Costly.
Captured by a cougar with true beauty that has a predilection for young
  meat.
She quenches the thirst in his eyes by her presence, yet he gets sooo
  weak.
The right environment explodes to never ending imaginations and pure
  intimacy.
Constantly caressing, hugging, kissing and passion that turns into more
  creativity.
Their lips begin to speak a different language that's spoken oh sooo
  quietly.
She feels the muscles of his arms wrapped around her body sealed oh sooo
  tightly.
Unbreakable emotions results to stimulations that are non fictional, not planted, but up rooted, as she loves it Sooo Rightly.


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Hushed Whispers

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 

Delicate amid natures bareness these dreams unfold...

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 

Breast to breast within passions breath, this rendezvous?!

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Embracing as wanting lips touch to invite, loves tingling desires 

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Turning to face this inscription once carved, as anticipations arrival ~

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

These hushed whispers in tomorrows promise; kneeling gently refined

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

To taste the forbidden fruit of her gardens, temptress flesh... 

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Parting the softness of enraptured as, pearls of pleasure ensue 

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Caressing two hearts disrobed in sweetened, creamful sighs ~

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Dew drops clinging to the gazing forest; its blanket of bliss to fall

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

As crescendo begins to paint its colours, in sixty-nine different hues...

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Silent laughter echoing in the afters, smiling, euphoric moments glow!?

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“Hushed Whispers” ~


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Slowly Turning Japanese

I think in Japanese,
write down my thoughts in English,
then twist it all back into sushi,
a tasty bite to eat.

My mind is origami
folding away thoughts into meditation,
only for thoughts to unfold again,
into a crisp sheet of bright city lights.

I love you big much,
love you big time,
the way you giggle nervously.
Titter-titter,
"Tee-hee-hee!"
Must be amazing to find everything so funny.

Big city, sake sunset,
karaoke moon rises 
over a robotic, neon inception.
-transmutation-
Transformer, transformer,
autobotic-neurotic Bumblebee
comes to the aid of Samurai Prime.
"Autobots, transform!!"

Bored of the bright lights?
Weary of the gaijin
doing photo-photo,
snappy-happy,
always looking for a sweet sakura panpan?
Then take a leisurely stroll up to Hokkaido,
less sucky-sucky there,
lots of bow-down-real-low-austerity
alongside the 108 gongs-a-bonging -
chant a few prayers,
speak with the sacred cedars,
take a dip in the hot springs
with some smiling monkeys,
and watch the gently falling snow together.

Nippon, you offer everything.
Can eat 20 times a day without gaining a single pound.
Always room for more.
Can't get enough of miso,
chanko nabe, shabu-shabu,
gyozo, okonomiyaki -
coming up for air,
so I don't drown in my saliva.

I refuse to look back,
refuse to go back to the boredom
of white picket fences and empty dreams.
I am going to stay here forever.
I love you big much,
love you big time,
totemo ureshii da.




March 1st, 2012


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Awaken From Deep Slumber

'Rise like Lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number -
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you - 
Ye are many - they are few.'

From the poem: "The Mask of Anarchy" written by Percy Bysshe Shelley
____________________________________________________________________



O child, 
how frail you seem in certain angles of light and shadow,
with your cavities,
fractured attention deficiency,
and thickening skin of apathy.

You are a victim to the plague,
playing amongst flowers filled with poison,
staring at screens to fill in the boredom
of having your young mind brimming
with over-stimulation -
information seeps in without warning,
beamed into your skull 
by 360 degrees 
of high-def, infra-red, wireless mobility.
24/7 programming of insidious adverts
breaches your skull in a mind-rape,
proving how the Death of a Salesman
was only a sideshow distraction
for the Kleptocracy to successfully purchase
the dark side of the moon -
control the tides,
control the mind,
buying our hearts and souls
in order to auction off our future
to the highest bids of people already dead.

O child,
yet I believe in you,
there is still hope left upon your shoulders.
You are strong,
your mind cuts like a blade.
And if you care,
if you dare,
what a significant burden for you to bare.
The time has come,
the time is ripe,
this is it,
there are no more second chances.
I pray for your success,
for you are our very last hope.
Please learn from my mistakes and failures,
absorb the goodness I have left to offer.
I tried, I truly did,
but the Hydra spat me out as a broken man.

Lost Children,
we left seeds inside the belly of the beast
for you to survive on within.
God speed, take heed,
do not attack the Kleptocracy from the outside,
its Dragon's heads will cut you down -
will cut you down without mercy.
You must advance peacefully
with a rogue's armour of false calm,
let the machine devour you whole.
Bide your time,
survive on the leftover seeds,
dismantle the Hydra from the inside,
rewrite the program from within.

Lost Children,
shed the tired cloak of apathy,
don the mask of alternate endings,
de-rail this present destiny.
Everything rides on you now,
everything rides on you.

The Kleptocracy broke my back,
but my mind is still intact,
and I know you can do better than I did,
believe that you can do better than we did.
I pray for your success,
pray for your safety and protection,
everything rides on you,
everything rides on you now.






December 8th, 2011


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Immersion

The scurry and flurry of thoughts
hound me
jabbing, stabbing 
so I seek comfort 
in the ebb and flow...

I do not rush and dive in.
Rather,
I let myself
slip softly...
easing myself carefully into 
the saline calm 

fingerlings of froth
licking my skin

Only my face,
save for my ears,
greet frigid air

All the rest of me
just wants to
drown out
drawn out
waves
of thoughts
and words

It's not enough
to mute everything
so


I take that deep breath
and sink myself 
deep
   deep
          er
        deep
               est


The weight of the waves
bearing down on me
s-lapping, c-rashing
th-rusting
pull-
  lunge
        ing

me 
to the unruffled depths


I crave for breath
yet
I welcome the cool liquid.

So soothing...
embracing me
drinking me in

I wallow in it
as it swallows me in

and then...
and then
I find out
That all along,
I was inside
my own
tear
d
r
o
p
.
 .






March 18, 2012


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Rules and Regulations

How long did it take her to be free?

How long did it take
For the wingless dragonfly to finally open her heart to the world

How long did it take for her to overcome Devil’s workshop
Slowly caressing her retinas
With silky daffodils and two-faced tulips

Where
Now
She dives into a glistening pool of complicated risk
Opening her atrium to the masses

Shedding incumbent teardrops
Just for that one standing ovation
To SET
HER
FREE!

It was then
Where pieces of plastic chains fell from demure stratosphere

Dented taps, similar to a shoeless dancer,
Setting off bass tones and low-key monotony

For she was
One cholesterol filled syllable short
To be genuine

One tearful, hyphenated lyric
Too blunt
To be embraced by their “god”

One dilapidated vowel shy
Of being honest

Her diary didn’t have enough pages torn
From emerald sanity

There were too many “Wows”,
Diluting into disingenuous shoulder pats

Her stanza pushed aside

A glorified booty call with no call back number
Leaving messages towards empty dial tones

…

How long will it take her to be free?

Until she looks up
Knowing she already holds the key

©Drake J. Eszes


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IN STILLNESS


At last, in the mute of twilight hums I am possessed with silence shaven, whiteness of peace touches the breath melting the morsels of earth’s flesh from soiled, weary shirts: my unzipped body dehydrated from needles of toil, soil, boil. Dear time, be my friend in these hours; the linens of cells are bathed in morning’s sweat and raging howls of a day ache for an ounce honeyed by the balm of a tearing mind... along blades of sky coasting, faint light brushes my dreary lips cradled on a nest like tattered notes unsung. At last, losing the self to the din of night half-dark half-light, I cling to the lingering octave of solitude; the oneness with my crawling skin as I release all the pining from the womb, that in stillness, I taste fresh pulp and wine. scott thirtyseven's Solitude Contest


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A talk with Him

Outside, a table awaits idle: I join as though it was my companion
Pondering about life as if it were water appeasable to the deepest canyon
Trees and scattered leaves waving alongside the lake facing the north; sighing
Opportunity after opportunity, oh how Ungrateful I am as I whisper to him crying

" A work in progress I am Lord, assist as I sprinkle the ground below with my tears
  Lead me and guide me for I shall follow you through out my years
  Let your word be used as a sword to fight against my enemy peers
  Unseal your lips Father for your words of wisdom are therapeutic to my ears"

A canvas set aside of unfading colors; a mirror painting of the Lord above
My knees gently caress the pavement thanking him for his everlasting love
Caterpillars gather around to celebrate and form to butterflies within my chest
Thanking the Lord once again, for I know with Faith he will conquer the rest


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Hermaphrodite - Part II


My thoughts are filled with the Hermaphrodite,
of the woman breaking through the surface of my skin.
I cup a vulva where there should be instead, a pen.is -
laugh aloud because I feel whole.

You ask why I am laughing, 
but you do so with your own laughter.
Your voice startles me awake,
its echo whispers along my spine.

Disorientation                        leads to clarity.

I look around, it feels like home.
Pixies shine in my eyes.
Right now you are a Pixie
             in my eyes,
a paradoxical puzzle that makes you all the more beautiful.
You have always been there,
so intertwined, I only had an illusion of being alone.

IT/You/I/We, say:

"I have been your Mother, you have been my Father,
Sister, Brother, Child, Lover."


II.

I want to make love to you
on exponential levels.
Here                finally,
I swallow the truth of always having wanted to.
You tell me that we already are,
possibly a bit differently than expected.

"In my sleep?"

"No, ancient boy, young boy."

I feel slighted for a fraction of a moment,
but the woman re-surfaces within.

You penetrate me,
using my own body to fill me/your body.
Waves. Pulsating, flowing currents.

How can I be feeling both?

We are between two Mirrors                deep beneath the Sea.
Do I dare look? Of course.
I see our reflection through your eyes -
you are using my body to make love to me/your body,
my belly is an earthquake.
There are smaller images of us rebounding between the Mirrors,
hypnotizing me, leading me deeper into reflections,
until I am only a grain of sand.

You take me in. You are an Oyster,
molding me into a Pearl,
even though you were born a Pearl. 


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Hermaphrodite - Part III


?Just a stutter-step, and I over-think it?

I ask you how are we breathing underwater?
The question is the shadow of a nightmare
appearing as an Octopus -
its tentacles wrap around us,
dragging us towards the edge of an abyss.

I tear open my rib-cage,
I am fever, high-temperature fever,
licking the Octopus with the tongues of my heat.
It lets go, retreats into a crevice.
You are swallowing water with the fear in your eyes.
I shouldn't have asked that specific question -
brought it into existence.

I kiss you, push breath into your lungs.

Upon seeing figure-eights wash away your doubt,
I am now suddenly breathless.
You give me back breath to breathe,
offering us strength to breach the surface.

The Ocean is Sky; Sky is the Ocean,
Night is Day; Day is Night.
?Is this flying, or walking upside-down. Sideways?

"Look down there, can you see the Evergreen tree?" I ask.

You say nothing. Just breathe. The fear is gone from your eyes.

I close my eyes, open my eyes, 
close my eyes, open my eyes.
There is no difference, a shutter-frame of eternal passages.
We have done this before                             somehow,
flown through the doors of deja vu.

"The tree doesn't need to be sacrificed into paper.
But, if cut down, at least spread its seeds."

Why did I say that? It felt so natural.

Waves. Surging, vibrating waves.
Now, it is flesh for feeling,
breath on breath,
an elevation of sheer simplicity within sweat.
I can barely contain myself,
but when I do, again, my belly becomes an earthquake,
unleashing seismic waves
from the centre of my core....

Hermaphrodite
_____________________


Even though you already appear to be sleeping,
I feel you awake inside,
but so calm                       peaceful.

We breathe, exhale, inhale,
your body gently pushes against my chest and belly....

....before I fall asleep,
I spy the Cardinal hopping along the branch of an Evergreen tree




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Hermaphrodite - Part I


I wanted to write about how my doubts and fears
are simmering on the surface, how I am purging myself onto bleach,
to cleanse the grime staining what's left beneath.

And what's left, is love.

A romance for life, 
a nearly hopeless romantic who cannot always transfer it properly onto paper.
Not the pure essence of it all.
No, not in flowery lines - not a cheap, plastic bouquet
compared to my true emotions,
my dreams, my hope.

And of dreams, my love.

The blank sheet of paper seemed too beautiful to tarnish
with my plundering hooves;
to be torn apart with horns sharpened by the Earth,
piles of peat-moss smoldering from the lightning of my Heart.

If I take the leap, show you my dreams,
and in doing so, push you away with the nightmares that are intertwined,
I will understand,
love you nonetheless,
even though there is a part of me
that doesn't want to settle for less,
in an all                                      or nothing embrace.

I have been dreaming, 
dreaming of light,
visions of darkness, of black holes,
of the wondrous womb that bore me
as a winged wolf.

Yes, black holes and white holes to accompany the stars.

I place a pen upon the sheet of blank paper,
wondering if I can be real enough                 for us....


I.

The Evening Star, the Morning Star,
two halves of the same body,
the broken shards fuse, shine as One....

....wings unfurl, paws become talons,
I awaken in a dream, within a dream.

The words lodge themselves between my heart and hand,
so I roll up the blank sheet of paper into a tunnel,
a perfect circle to journey inside of.
Rolling out of my body,
I enter the tunnel,
following the Totems of this life and beyond.
There is a Wolf, Owl, Cardinal, and Starfish -
a part of me and something more,
an essence of Ladybugs, Ravens and Spiders.

In one end shines the Sun. It is I.
In the other end shines the Moon. It is you.
In the center, a crimson Cardinal alights upon an Evergreen branch,
before morphing into Seaweed brushing a red Starfish.
The Saltwater is my Blood,
Witch's Hats, 
Barnacles are my nipples
hardened by your Lunar tide.




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'Smothered No More'


Bounded by fear - 
Do you still remember that?
When I would build my walls;
I would let no one in
I would look for ways to cut them off
Especially those who got too close 

Do you remember when I said?
It was for their own good 
In the meantime you knew it was the fear talking
Afraid of the consequences
Feeling that if I let them in, 
They might be hit by misfortune

I never thought it would come to this
I never thought the fear would dissipate –

Replaced by faith 
Replaced by the knowledge 
That everything that happened 
Had to happen

In order for me to let go
To stop myself from stifling my growth 

I needed to embrace the pain, 
Embrace the laughter,
Even the fear of losing loved ones 

I needed to let go – 

I needed to experience the hurt 
I needed to experience the joy
I needed to experience the fear
I needed to fail, 
I needed to fall

So I can stand today
Knowing that no matter what happens
My mind,
My body 
And
My soul 
Is ready to go on –

That fear can be toppled by faith 

If I focus on me 

Focus on today and not on my past

©142704092013


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After The Abortion

Another would-be life slips down a hospital sluice -
a mangled tangle of tissue, a broken bouquet of limb buds.
Carmine carnage reduced to simplistic statistic.
But these hospitals are blanched mausoleum-white,
operating slabs are sarcophagi, stirruped legs are strung high,

and a crimson slurry seeps from between splayed thighs.
Death-pimp doctors are gloved and gowned, loom grandiose,
assume arrogance and surgical masks of indifference.
Feminine thought frisks to freedom now:
the biannual foreign holiday, career climbing and the company car.

Birth is an inconvenient blip on the social calendar.
Huddled horror-mute before my Philips flat-screen last night,
peering through the fretwork of my fingers,
a sickening frisson shivered through me; vertiginous waves
breaking on my body's shore, faintness flooding my head.

Today I cannot elude my abhorrence;
it overshadows me, obliterates former complacency.
Tonight people will be on the pull in club-clotted towns,
and bedsprings will squeak a soulless sound
as more life is made to be taken.


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Exposure: Part I

Today I conceived myself as a poet for the first time,
and not because of employable meter, rhyme, and flow -
I will leave such devices for the wordsmiths and Masters.

And not because I can write poetry....what I do,
should be labelled as something else entirely -
not as poetry.
I am an organic recorder, filing away bits and pieces of zeitgeist,
without rhyme or reason,
almost as if ghosts are guiding my hand across the paper,
and I really don't have much say in the matter.

I am a stranger in a crowded world,
a stranger amongst people I have known for years,
not quite fitting in anywhere, but being in all places at once.
I write the words down, they in turn speak to me.
A clear, mutual agreement -
the smell and feel of new paper,
the liquid, brashness of ink as it penetrates the virgin whiteness
of so many possible observations, opinions and stories.
The words know me intimately.
We aren't strangers.
The reality of vowels and consonants is where I truly fit.

I was moving through a crowd of familiar faces -
a familiar feeling of strangeness and alienation,
when I came across a Persian face I had never seen before.
A real stranger.
Not one I have known for years.
She mentioned not being into sex,
how she only wanted to talk about things she couldn't mention to friends -
her mind felt as if it was floating by the moon 
and she wasn't sure how to reel it back into her skull again.
I told her not to worry, sex isn't the only thing on my brain.
She said that sex was the only thing on her brain;
but in a different way.
She explained how she had been kidnapped in Iran,
imprisoned as a sex-slave, 
repeatedly raped by rich business men who wore wedding bands.
I asked if she was filled with hate.
She wasn't quite sure.

"What does hate feel like?"

"Well, it shouldn't be mistaken for rage, anger or frustration.
Those emotions are red hot to the touch.
Hate is a cold thing.
Like a Raven perched on the railing of a bridge,
sleet bouncing off its feathers,
not caring to fly away even though cars are barrelling past,
flinging up dirty, February slush.
There is nowhere left to fly to.
The trees are all cut down,
dumpsters have tight lids,
for some reason the fish are all belly-up in the river below,
dead from some mysterious reason.
Its stomach aching from hunger,
the Raven smells the reason for all of this death
emanate from the strange looking beasts walking and driving past.
It is all their fault -
they are the poison behind it all.
This is hate."

(cont'd)


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Dear Ex

Dear Ex,

I know you and I had our differences.
We were always finding new ways to say I loathe you.

It was my blameworthiness that allowed the rain to enter your car,
because your window was down.
I’m sorry I didn’t carry my 9 months of pregnant girth, 
down four flights of stairs, to the
outside parking deck, in the rain to roll it up.

It was my fault when the bank account was overdrawn by 6 cents,
due to paying all the bills on time.
I apologize for keeping the power turned on
so I could cook fish sticks and green bean soup on your salary.

It was my fault the car was always out of gas,
since I never drove it anywhere.
What could I do but apologize for that?
It was totally my fault. By the way, I met your supervisor.

Like when I forced you
to have an extramarital relationship with a co-worker
because of the weight I had gained.
I’m so sorry my Motherhoodness was so repulsive to you.

It also was my fault our marriage didn’t last longer than 3 years,
because I chose to be happy without you.
I do regret that almost never. Did I mention my promotion?
But let’s not be sad.

For all the hurtful comments I made about your manhood because,
I couldn’t think of anything nice to say. I’m sorry.
I regret that I didn’t save some of those photos for Ripley’s Believe it or Not.

I deeply regret having never told you I entered you in an ugly man contest.
Or that your third placement, won me an additional $5 gift card. 
Did I mention my new job?

So Ex, 
I hope this heart felt letter of apology
finds you prosperous and in good health.
Keep those support payments coming, and 
Don’t forget to feed the kitty!

Love, your new boss 


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MY SEX


I’m made of ten thousand layers, curvaceous but stretched thin,
How should I begin to reveal the shape of this maiden-lover-hag
and the landscape that few men view, behind the louvered door?

Archetypes coexist comfortably below and upon my shared skin,
First, the shrew makes minced meat of all your carnivorous ways,
Then, I become the shy virgin again until Venus takes the floor.

Morning, while I tend my child between wringing out wet dishrags,
I release the Mother Goddess, nurse and maid, maker of wee sighs,
Bending down to wipe a tear, kiss a brow, proudly raise a nation.

A chatelaine rattling keys, I walk the wide halls of imagination,
Strong and free, yet accepting of my femininity, moved to cry
by the joys and miseries of family life, twin dimensions of wife.

My hips have turned soft men to stone then have rocked them 
home with urgency; the same hips that sheltered one yet born
now happily support a burdensome basket each laundry day.

Betwixt the ribs, there is still a girl, weaving daisies evermore,
Remembering ribbons tugged from her hair, a tomboy daughter,
Climbing trees, bloodied knees, leaving trails laced with laughter.

Slips out the hoyden, lacking grace and gentleness, too crass,
and the very clouds try to escape the look upon my crone’s face,
Flip and sassy, standing up for the weak, voicing world wrongs.

Daily, the lady, the broad, the nag and miss rewrite their songs,
They play their parts so aptly, leaving me and them quite satisfied,
A lifetime is horribly short, my sex gives all her love and worth,
And men quickly learn that no woman on this lovely earth 
can simply be classified.


*Inspired by Alanis Morisette's "I'm a B_tch"
**For David's contest, I hope
***Began the write May 26, 2012, finished the write May 29, 2012


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Your Words

Your words,
are projectiles
dripping with Arsenic
and aimed at my heart
spitting out darts and swords 
that expertly find their mark
and draw blood

Your words,
when aimed at others
are carried by Pixies
and sprinkled 
with honey and sugar coatings
that melt in their ears
and taste of confection

Your words,
cloak me in pain and guilt
for undone atrocities
and imagined factors
as your blame
riddles my soul
causing it to
prune, wither, and crust

Your words,
accusing, spiteful, degrading, malicious
paintings of what I once thought
was an indestructible bond of Love
that no one 
should be able to destroy

and yet
you do so
with your words.

I've no soul left
no appetite for your touch
no desire to want for anything

except

to become deaf
so I will no longer
have to listen to

your words


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Yellow heart

This morning I wrote a poem
about a yellow heart 
pining for red fusion,
in a desperate attempt
to shake the fruit
that never 

falls

And tonight I am alone
without tangerine lips
or the temptation of apple,
carefully watching familiar verses 
unravel themselves
and fanatically dance around
like a final punctuation mark
or an overused cliche,
while my hands whittle metaphors
into a quick-witted instrument
sharp enough to scrape
the smeared imagery
off the sidewalk of poem,

Still I am not sorry
the fruit has not


fallen
to kiss my weary head,
it takes an overly cautious yellow 
to see the perfect shade of red


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POETIC COMPARISONS

Scientists labor to split 
a single cell    a fertile egg    a tiny atom
But a poet can split a thought
with a single stroke of his pencil
creating a pregnant pause 
ripe with meaning 

The Department of Defense
spends taxpayers’ money in the act 
of constructing various items of destruction
to lay waste to the planet
Yet a poet    with only words
can build a bridge that connects
all races    genders    and generations

Inventors through the ages
have bestowed on us gifts to ease our lives
With the electric light we can illuminate 
the farthest reaches of our world
Yet we cannot seem to reach  
our own darkened alleys and streets

It takes a poet to drag into the light
that which is nurtured by parasites 
living in the night     For a poet’s light 
is his pen    a candle with a constant flame
to shed a glow over the shadowy corners
of our hearts and our souls

We have the telephone    cordless    cell    
and fax     We can speak to anyone
anywhere    anytime    and never say 
anything of importance
A poet must be the town crier
Speak what society leaves unspoken
Shout from the rooftops what people 
only whisper about

The rich get richer     The poor get poorer
But a poet’s wealth is not measured 
by the scales of the world
Every ear that perks up to listen
Every eye that opens wider    that shines 
brighter when understanding dawns
is worth more than currency in our palms

People say you cannot take it with you 
when you go     But a poet can
His words are his soul



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Fragments of Shell

Tossed upon blank beaches
like men without souls,
shell fragments littering the sand.
Each broken shell once could sing
lyrics lilting of glories past,
tales spun in Dresden colors,
soft, shimmering memories - 
blissful days beneath shining seas.

In broken men who walk the earth,
vignettes I view . . .
shattered beauty every one.

August 3, 2014


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Articulation of Tears

I sit beside you
listen while you bare your soul
this is a safe place
no judgement just ears
Heart fully engaged

No easy answers provided
That is not what you need
How did you keep this burden to yourself?
You must have been so lonely
As I look into your eyes, I feel the tears running down my face
Your breath rises and falls within me
we are forever joined
I see you

You are not alone


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View From The Top of the Trail

It’s an unknown journey, but I see a trail
heading to the light of tomorrow
There will often be times I'll be afraid, to go
I may stumble a bit, with an eager heart
And may tremble climbing cliffs of old sorrows

There are deep, black chasms I will not forget,
where slopes slick, with pitfalls, are waiting to trip 
But I've gone too far, and I can't turn around,
Just as the sun can't turn its back on the day 

The trees speak in tongues, so foreign to my ears
using parched, old voices, and tears from the sky
Scraps of brittle leaves litter, with dust all around
Mixed with words left unsaid, that I've left behind

There’s a sharp mist of hope, at the bend of the river
yet,sun on my face seems to lend, 
the slope of the rain, but the warmth of the sun
      with an open blue sky at the end


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Preacher's Son


I am the Preacher's son
who stole the bread
and broke it with a wrinkled face,
the essence weaving behind her retinas.
____

When I stole from the church,
Mrs. Worther 'the bird', had spied me
sneaking out the vestibule door,
from her usual early service perch
in the very back pew.

She carried this secret for many years,
including when she caught me eavesdropping
on midweek board meetings
from behind crates of cheap wine.
Instead of showing scorn,
she had given me a warm wink,
offering a lesson
by leaving me there to think.

Mrs. Worther
who had been my Sunday school teacher,
had made me study the lessons
without ever becoming a preacher --
especially later,
when it came to my thievery
and excursions into the park,

where I broke the bread
with a wrinkled face,
the essence shimmering behind her retinas.

I am the Preacher's son,
who instead found the presence
amongst ducks and swans,
when I broke the bread
with that crazy old lady -
gleaned what I needed to do,
and since then,
have never again
sat in another pious pew.

So now,
I am the 'bad' Preacher's son.
Some people whisper righteously
how I have come undone,
made a pact with the dark,

while I break the bread
with that age-old essence in the park.



Inception Re-mix
March 24th, 2014
(originally written: March 24th, 2010)


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The Flame Is Still Burning

Death isn't what you think it is,
At least not when you sit with Death

Death I know. I know because once
I was in the same room with Death

Death isn't horrific, she, he is not a monster,
it was not frightening when I met Death

Death claimed my father when I wasn't there 
but she, he waited for me, the night I met Death

Death took the warm breeze from my father's chest
left him cold to the touch I was there next to Death

Death stole my father's voice left him quiet among the roar
of silent tears. I felt the moisture in the room next to Death

Death left with no more then what filled shallow pockets
graciously bowed on the way out, so I bowed to Death

Death I knew walked out empty handed as he does
my father's life still burning in memories, so I bowed to Death

my father's body was dead in that hospital bed 
but I couldn't help kiss warm my father's flesh
but I couldn't help speaking to him "I love you Dad"

three years passed since that night
my father is still alive in memories bright
he accomplished so much, touched so many
never a time when I needed my Dad
never once was he not there to help

how could you be sad for a man like that

he lives in my heart sheltered there
even when I am long gone he will live
preserved by my children and then theirs

how could you feel sad for a man like that

Always stood a giant in the largest of crowds
He was loved and admired, he never died
He was just needed somewhere else

Death isn't always what you think. he, she came and left
light as a feather I barely felt the presence of Death

Death?
 I've met him, when I meet her again
there will be no fear 
Death! 

It isn't always what you think it is.
When I met Death it was gentle as a lamb.



Maurice Yvonne
09/23/2014
Contest: The Poet III
Sponsor: Gautami Phookan


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I am chasing grasshoppers

I am chasing grasshoppers in the yard
Such a fun filled thing
The grasshopper always one jump ahead
And I, panting hard
Only want a couple to bring
And set before my students' eyes
So they may look and realize
The investment God has made in us
And bridge the vault of fear with trust.


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Alice through the Looking Glass

Now that the wicked witch has left the room….

Alice…in Never, Never Land, with clouded brow, and foggy mind, stares through the looking glass at the flames of autumn falling from the maples trees.

And…as she watches this ballet of little fluttering fairies in flaming gowns of crimson, amber and gold, she REMEMBERS…yes…she REMEMBERS… that world where she once lived.

She remembers a time so long ago… when with unclouded brow… she danced with those flaming fairies and laid down with them when they fell to the ground in the backyard of the house where she once lived with her mother, father, brothers and sisters. 

Where are they now, she wonders?

And in that moment….she sees their smiling faces and hears their laughter as the aroma of that magical autumn so long ago, returns obliterating the smell of antiseptic and death.

A smile slowly creeps across her weathered face as she realizes, SHE HAS ESCAPED.

BUT THEN…the door opens………………AND THE SPELL IS BROKEN, for the wicked witch has returned.  

TIME FOR YOUR MEDICATION, ALICE…she sweetly croons, as she pulls down the blind.


Author:  Elaine George
Written:  September 4th, 2014


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An adequate vocal gesture

I do have purpose
that stays near
a constant reminder 
of my inner child

As my conscienceness
shines through to create 
a new perspective
I break out of my cocoon

Only to discover that 
I find places where
the sanctity of my being
does not flow as it should

My intuition is what 
guides me though
there is no longer the 
desire for the constant 
upheaval of tragedy to strike
upon me

On my journey I have 
discovered that there 
are many hidden truths

So as my spirit ascends 
I am inspired by my bravery...

If I am frightened 
by the visibility that 
standing proud does to me
then I shall stand even taller

No longer will I fear 
the degradation that
once was my shadow
there is no home here 
for the shame any longer

And I will no longer be 
swayed by the fragments of defeat
When I become sorely tempted by
sheer exhaustion

And I think I can't
make it on my own
I will remember that 
I am walking this
road of life for me...


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Yet to Come

a small old woman
94
sat in the field
in the most sturdy chair
face upturned
to fireworks
and she said over and over to her son's wife
"in all my life i never saw that before"
again and again
the colors exploded
into stars and galaxies of different sparks
and her tiny face turned up in wonder
"i've never seen anything so beautiful before"
and there you could see
her face as a girl
her life to come
her love ahead
and all the beautiful things she'd never seen before
and turning
I could see again
the same in her granddaughter's eyes.


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NINETY SOMETHING


She is ninety-something
A tiny old lady with wizened eyes
She says the hot dog on her plate looks good

“It reminds me of when we roasted them over an open fire.
They tasted so good, hot off the stick.
I don’t have much of an appetite anymore.
I waste so much food, and my mother would never 
have approved with so many starving children in the world.
Would you help me put my leg back up on the chair rest?
My body doesn’t work too well anymore.

I wasn’t always like this.     I wasn’t always this old and crotchety.
I was young once too, and so was everyone else.
I was a child at my mother’s knee.     I was sassy and a brat,
for children of six have such confidence.
I played with an Irish boy two doors down in Illinois.
He hit me in the forehead with a snowball wrapped
around a chunk of coal and I rubbed his face in the snow
until we were wet and cold and our mothers were mad
because we stayed out too long.

I am not as different from you as I seem.
I too had dreams, although I admit
they did not include the events I lived through.

The flu epidemic which swept the land, 
where so many took sick, with children dying out of hand.
The big war, the first one.     I was still a fairly young child,
but I knew the young men were dying, heard the mothers crying.
Then the depression came, with no jobs, no money, no food.
Each night on someone’s table there lay a posting of jobs,
but there were too many looking for work and too few jobs to fill.
No jobs were fat jobs, you were beyond lucky to get six bits a day.
That is seventy five cents, by the way.
I learned to make do with what I had.     There was never any excess.
Not like for the generations who came next.
When World War II came we already had practice.
Only this time my generation was dying, and I was one who was crying.

Look in my eyes, I am still a young girl inside.
A young lady with plans to be a bride, to have my children at my side
and be the loving mother like mine was to me.
But my son took too many risks.     I told him to slow the cars down,
don’t drive so fast.     He did not listen and he died before me.
That is not supposed to happen.

I did not plan to get old and infirm and alone.
Everyone is gone.     I told them goodbye, each and every one.
No one left to hold my hand.
No one left to understand the memories 
prompting bursts of girlish giggles.
I never planned on being the one left for last.
never planned on my future becoming my past.
So much history remains alive in my mind.
I lived the events which shaped the world that you found.
Lived them time after time for ninety some-odd years.

No, I was not always this old.
I was young and fresh and in my prime, for a time.”


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Forgiveness

Forgive me my love for the hurtful words
I hurled from my mouth time and time again
Forgive me for letting you down
for in your time of need I was never around
Forgive me for the long nights 
for all the constant fights
Forgive me for the innoncence I took away
for all the help I kept at bay
And lastly forgive me for being anything other than
a loving and caring husband


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Center Stage

Center Stage

It's hard to know exactly where to start. 
It's even harder not to think too hard or tear yourself apart. 
Life's not supposed to be easy, but it's not supposed to be living, waking hell. 
It's supposed to get better but the path is just too hard to tell.
It's moments like these that are close to anyone's heart. 

There's a light there, at the end of it all. 
No more distance, no more brick walls.
No more heart-wrenching realities or cold hard truths. 
You are the living proof. 
It's not about what you want or what you think you need. 

Chances are it's nothing like what you dreamed. 
Chances are it's the nightmare you never expected to meet. 
It's the neighbor next door or the strange familiar on the side of the street. 
Don't get too curious and don't get too close. 
That's when the unexpected happens the most. 

It's the one thing you never thought would be enough.
It will be your strength when you have none left. 
It will be where your endless hope and joy are kept. 
It will be the reservoir that holds every tear you ever wept. 
The one and only thing you must accept. 

It's a new paradigm this time. 
It's a new way. 
It won't ever be the same each day.

Some days you'll feel like you're more than alive and others you'll feel 
as if you're about to fade away.
Sometimes, it's simply hard to stay on that ever increasing oceanic wave.

There will always be the memory of who you are and where you were. 
There will always be more days to learn from one's mistakes.

You don't need a beyond perfect score. 
You just need to do all you possibly can. Remember where 
you've walked and when you ran. Forget about the tiny 
details and leave the rest. 

It will always be a search for a different quest. 
It will always turn out for the better and then the best. 

It will always be what you never thought you could find. 
It will be the very best of the very best kind.
It will be that incredibly fine line you can't believe you had all this time. 

It's a lesson to forever save.
It will teach you how to play your part when you can't find your heart. 
It will be that moment when you bow your head and pray. 

No where to begin. 
No where to end. 
The words in your heart will be the words you say. 

Maybe now, you'll understand how to begin and where to start.
It's not about being perfect, being smart, or tearing the pieces of yourself apart. 
It's about finding and being close to your own heart. 


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She Hulk

When I was a child I only ever wanted to be strong.
I wanted to be able to compete with the boys
and when I foot raced them at recess I won every time.
They called me ‘She Hulk’ because of my muscular frame
and from the way I only ever wore soccer t-shirts and sweat pants.
After that nickname was implanted into my brain like a growing weed,
I’ve only ever wanted to be feminine.
I started wearing skirts and dresses 
and in middle school they shrieked at the site of my makeup and done up hair.
But that weed inside of my mind only grew, and grew, and grew
until I became a mixed drink cocktail
with one part anorexic and two parts lonely,
because I thought that the definition of feminine began with the word frail.
No one ever realizes how greatly words affect us,
how a simple nickname can turn a pretty girl into a skeleton.
I stood at five foot two weighing seventy nine pounds,
so cold and frozen,
yet I still considered myself a ‘She Hulk.’
You could see my ribcage through my t-shirt
and my spinal cord protruded loudly through my weathered skin,
as if somehow my bones were dirty knives
just trying to cut through the flesh of judgment.
As I grew older I became the girl that was never enough.
Not good enough to speak poetry.
Not good enough to lay paint on a canvas.
Not good enough.
Not tall enough.
Not big enough boobs for them.
Not primped to perfection.
Not undeniably straight.
Not smart enough.
Not dumb enough.
Not ditsy enough.
Not cool enough or fun enough.
And I began to believe, too, that I wasn’t enough.
I never told my mother that I had been in madly in love with a girl.
I never told anyone about the night we first kissed 
because I was too vulnerable for the judgment.
And parents always justify saying that ‘kids will be kids’
But when we are kids our brains are still growing
and the smallest of seeds that get planted will one day bloom
into one giant regret,
will one day affect the choices that we make,
will one day influence us about the clothes that we wear,
will one day shape us into the person who we thought we would never be.
I only ever wanted to be strong,
and as a child I thought strength was only about being able
to lift a bar stool above your head.
I thought that strength was only about being able
to beat the boys in bare foot running races.
I was told that strength was something only
a man could have.
But as I’ve grown older I’ve realized that strength
isn’t about muscle at all,
but it’s about weakness,
and the ability to overcome the social anxiousness.
It’s about carrying around a lifetime of baggage
on your broken back
because the ones that kicked you when you were down
are going to be the ones that were  ultimately wrong.
I thought that the definition of woman 
began with the word disappointment.
And I became a mixed drink cocktail
with one part freedom
and two parts Sailor Jerry
because every girl needs a stiff drink once and awhile.
We are not disappointments.
We will never be the ones who gave up on hope.
We will never be the ones who gave up on each other,
or god,
or our mothers.
We will always be enough;
enough for the ones who shunned us 
enough for the ones that cursed us
enough for the ones the hurt us
and destroyed us
and beat us when we were covered in bruises.
But you see, bruises fade
and the scars of our flesh are only stories
things we have overcame
and there are things out there that we will overcome.
When I was a child, I only ever wanted to be strong.
I hid my vulnerability.
I hid the parts of me that were true.
I never told my mother about my girlfriend
because I was afraid she wouldn’t understand,
kind of like all those people who never understood 
just how much words effect us. 
I can’t say that I can beat the boys at foot races anymore,
because, well, I smoke cigarettes now.
And I can’t say that the nickname of my childhood didn’t affect me.
But I take that name now and embrace it.
Because I am strong.
I am the ‘she hulk’.
I am a mixed drink cocktail
with three parts greatful.


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A Diminished Respect

There was a time.

There was a time
When your fabled dreams
Seemed honest

A time when
Your open arms
Coated in dented silver and tainted dreams
Understood my Size 12 shoes

When the world seemed to be against you
Yet, still,
Your blunt eloquence welcomed me home

Then, your “rainbow”…
…shat
           t
                er
           ed

Your heartbeat became an arrhythmia of petulant theatrics.

Your topaz coated spit
Released from refilled white-out bottles,
Brushing away quartered moons of an iridescent shame

A copycat of robotic muses
Infringing upon your pedestal,
Turned loud mouth, afflicting broken tongue

The “Stalin” of a messenger’s wit,
You raised your voice to a poignant sky!!!

And, as if Yahweh cured your muted disorders,
EVERYBODY HEARD YOU!!!

Including me

That was your goal…
…excluding me

From incipient edge, I witnessed you,
A turpentine puddle in front of a confessional booth 
On a melancholic Thursday morn,
With ripened glares to avoid your hallways

Tangled, dangling pacifiers as your doorbell

...

There will come a time.

There will come a time
When social feeds will deprive your vexing smile
Of validation

Where ignorant heartbeats will awaken
Through lyrical epiphanies
To see your “rainbow”
As a faded, stolen crayon

Where flirtatious dialect from withered accomplice
Licks cubic zirconium’s aftertaste
Forgetting that karma doesn’t tolerate one-night stands

For me, that time is now.

Then, I knew who you were.

Now, I know who you are.

You are not what you say.

A false advertisement in Sunday’s illiterate paper…
…with erased verbatim amongst your mirrored peers

Remembering how you falsified truth’s smile

Dire requests for empathetic warmth of our yesterdays
Yet, my Agnostic coat could never be thick enough
For your saturated, dual face

©Drake J. Eszes


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In the bed they make

And when will the tides turn against confident indifference?!

When will humanity cease
To throw cats against curiosity’s silver coated dagger

Another played out song
Another dramatic lyric
Shifting embellished overtones
With deteriorating tact

They spit posthumous awakenings
As divinity laced smiles, wither under a convoluted moon
Shedding retina waterfalls
Misunderstood

Pretentious anger becomes Aphrodite mediocrity
Wisdom, they never “put out”

Crippled tears
Become self-important struts within olive tinted reckonings

Lambasted butterflies
Stirring hornets’ nest
Uninvited

They dream for better days
While double-knotting gang colored bandanas
On eagle’s achromatic foreheads

Another Woody Woodpecker band-aid pulled from condescending hypocrisies

…

And when will the tides turn against pilot light’s mal-intent?

When will the flinty sheep 
Stop wondering how these charring, orange fires began

Forgetting the 115 octane gasoline can
They hold quietly in their hands

©Drake J. Eszes


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The Words That flow Through My Pen

Sometimes, life has no reason unlike the seasons
It aimlessly drifts with the wind
We find ourselves in places of unfamiliar faces
Bathing in the shadows of sin
Our souls become lost up in the holocaust
That once was a beautiful life
Like a ship drifting upon the tide we bang and then we ride
The white horse straight into death
Into a giant black hole we dive in with our soul
Until we have nothing left
We then fall prey to our host who spreads butter on our toast
Our habits take over our lives
Everything we hold dear falls with one last tear
Into the darkness of night
Tired and defeated all our hope is depleted
Because we have nothing left to lose
Sometimes the storm passes as slow as molasses
Left frozen somewhere in the snow
Then our red eyes run dry with no tears left to cry
As we admit, I’d rather be dead
If you have a desire to live right, please take heed of my plight
And know that it’s never to late
Soon as you give it away find your knees and pray
You will find the comfort of home
And all of the disgrace will fall off of your face
Like the leaves that fall off the tree
And just like the bare tree soon you will see
Life is reborn in the spring
Like a warm days cool breeze, God fills us with his ease
And through him we find some peace
One day at time the trials all unwind
As the jigsaw falls into place
As everything gets better we become one with the weather
And the seasons suddenly become our friend
Our lives suddenly fly past, because we want to make them last
Like an ice-cream on a really hot day 
We are overcome with the obligation to tell of our salvation
Remembering all of those left behind
Some will find their way, others all we can say
Is Lord, we truly did our best
Dear Lord we write for your glory, telling our stories
That we would rather keep hid on the shelf
Our desire is to aspire so we can rise ever higher
With the words that flow though our pen
Giving of ourselves becomes our greatest wealth
As our souls become one with the Son
No high could be higher than faith and desire
Knowing we have been born again
One day we will stand before the gates that shall open to our fate
As heaven welcomes us in
We will look down on this earth, spirits of a new birth
Watching over the seeds that we spread
Knowing their lives were made better, because we were able to weather
The storm that raged through night 
Until the day I become shadows and dust I'll forever trust
The words that flow through my pen



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My butt crack

My butt crack 
Is quite a split 
It supports the rest of me 
when I sit 
you thought I was gonna say something else didn't you ?

My butt crack 
Is a marvel to behold 
It was cute when I was young 
but now offensive since I'm old 

My butt crack 
Is pretty darn straight 
can you imagine if it was crooked 
pretty weird sight I would rate 

My butt crack 
Is funny to me 
when I bend over in my jeans 
It peeks out 
for you to see 

My butt crack 
wanted me to write this today 
for no other reason 
then just to say......................

I gotta split 


LOL 

Eric (and sometimes not)


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The Elephant in the Room

3 polished oak fans,
Swirling in robotic unison

High maintenance socialites,
Sipping on Merlot fallacies

Lemon yellow coated walls,
Flat,
Like their smiles

Comparisons of dangling Porsche & Bentley keys
A glorified day care center,
Pacifiers included

The muted virtuosos speak softly in hymn dialects.

Courtesy laughter in snob’s octave

Their heads twitching side to side,
Left to right to left

An equilibrium facing assault charges against self

They slow dance to cello dreams
And E minor dividends

Two-step monotone, sway
Against platinum lacquer foundations

…

But, it was then.

These same socialites,
Made of recycled candle wax
And rubberized, hedge-fund confidence,
Began to stare longingly at the party host’s 70 inch plasma TV

Proudly imported from China

“Attention uptight snobs of Mecca!
The city zoo has imploded!
The monkeys revolted!
The zebras were tired of being racially profiled!
Run for your LIV…!”
(SMASH!)

And before the reporter’s frightened inner child could finish’s his clause,
An elephant crashes into the decadent room
Filled with Crisp linen scents of Febreze & judgmental fear

It stares at the socialites,
Laughing heartedly as it playfully stomps away into constellation’s onyx night

As tears waterfall from the snobs’ sobbing eye sockets
As if they just listened to another Celine Dion song

The real newsflash

Metaphors played hooky today

©Drake J. Eszes


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Because I am the only one

Because I am the only one!

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

I can never be no one, because I am the only one!

Who is that unique me that's replaceable by none!

You say you could easily replicate me as my clone!

But it wouldn't be a real me, only one mere drone!

I am bonded into relationships with my kith and kin!

That wouldn't be just the same even if I had a twin!

I think and feel like no other does, you like it or not!

I have left my mark on the world, a soft sweet spot!

If I weren't there, a difference it would surely make!

What I have said and done, no one could ever fake!

When I am no more there, I might be soon forgotten!

I'd be woven in the thread of time, as a wisp of cotton!

The seeking eyes would always find me in my imprints!

Connect and my eternal presence will give you my hints!

I was there when we were created, I will be there forever!

Times and places would change, my identity would never!

So let us treasure each other as one of a kind, just as we are!

We all shine in the galaxy of creation, each one of us is a star!

Why should then we think of becoming adversaries not friends?

When we're paintings of the same colors in our distinct blends!

Let us live in eternal peace, whoever and wherever we may be!

Because we know we are are the only ones, whether you or me!

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

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LOVE at FIRST SIGHT

Love was in the air when he laid eyes on her.
Childhood; elementary and even high school with her.
Walking towards her, he greeted her.
Anxiety spiraled as he hugged her.
Conversation grew deeper as he sat with her.
Wanting to get closer because he was falling for her.

Another woman called pausing the time he was having with her.
Knowing he had to answer; he stepped away and spoke to her.
She stated that something wasn't quite right with her.
She said that her stomach had been bothering her.
Now he's thinking back if he came inside her.
Thinking if she lied to him about her tubes being tied within her.

Does he blame himself for listening to her?
Knowing right from wrong and yet he can't blame her.
Does he blame the devil for allowing him to be intimate with her?
Is he not a human that makes mistakes just like her?
Begging God to make a way for him and her.
Asking God to forgive him for committing the sin with her.

God said, "relax my son, you were only dreaming of her."


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The Letter

"Dear Time"
Thank you for being patient, 
Thank you for understanding I'm human after all.
Forgive me for all the mischievous prank calls. 
Much of what I said and done, was out of fun.
Now, I sit on this rocking chair getting old.
Reminiscing over the beauty and honor it has been 
   Passing this land we call "EARTH."
Reminiscing over the beauty and honor, yes-------------- REMINISCING!
Sorry if I repeat the same beat a thousand times....
You see, I sit here everyday thinking this world is mine....
Trying not to forget, who I truly AM.
Every moment there has ever been or ever will be, 
Finally is taking a toll on every single feeling and memory.
Time, Yes------------------ TIME!
The wrinkles on my face will never describe how many birthdays I celebrate.
The wrinkles on my face are stories reminding my readers,
 Where I've been and come from.
How consistent, and fortunate I've been, 
Babbling about my past, present, and future; 
The only advantage of the word "TIME."
-- It helps fade hurting moments away--
You see, time is the essence of memories.
 
Dear Time,
"Growing from young into old, was not as easy as it sounds."
Please be patient with me... Wait..... I said that already....
Thank you for understanding what I’m going through.
Please just listen, please, be patient with what's burning deep down inside.
It's almost dinner time --once again, I mention the word "TIME!"
I'm not hungry right now, the food just isn't the same when fed through a straw.
Besides, have you seen the garments ''they'' have me wearing.
Never thought I'd live to see myself in old fashioned nightgowns.
Time, keeps adding silver to what used to be pretty reddish brown hair.
Time what have you done to me?
Please excuse if I can't work a remote or function the TV properly.
What has happened to simple technology, 
   When everything came with only "ON and OFF" buttons.
Try to understand what I’m going through, my legs never felt this tired before.
I can't seem to keep myself on the same path, 
I lose track of time when navigation issues on my own.

Dear Time, 
Take my hand, lead the way and understand I can't see as before.
Time, please allow the joy to take its time when my end is near.
Thank you Time, for all the loving moments we shared...
Thank you Time and please be kind and end my life with love.
End my life with love-----
End my life with love-----
Wait..... I said that already....

Dear Time, 
Thanks for having patience.

Sincerely Yours 
The Little Old Lady Across the Street

by;PD


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The Fabulous Queen Of Egypt

Woke up to a new life in Egypt
I was young not more than seventeen years
Adorned with gold and precious stones
My body was in the shroud of silk and jewels in my hair
I sat on a throne as a Queen

My name was Cleopatra, Queen of the Nile
During the day I lay on the silk cushions
and dozed in the shade of palm trees
Beautiful men and women kept flitting
around me with all sorts of temptations
Fed me all sorts of fruit and cold drinks

When evening came, it was time for romance
As Queen I had many to choose
My choice was of course:
"The greatest men of Rome"
Julius Caesar and Marcus Antonius
Why choose one when I can have two?

On a long journey down the Nile with
my love Julius Caesar, I was forced to
make a choice.
But a choice one must take...and the
choice was that I gave birth to a son
and Julius Caesar was the father

My love life was not popular
my husband was killed and I 
was no longer popular
It was no longer a life of happiness and joy
No, it was war and national mouming
and I would not live anymore






18.03.2012
A-L Andresen


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You Are So Beautiful

You are so beautiful.

More beautiful than eye              sit here in the shadows
watching you,
inspired by your innocence.

You are so kind,
the way your fragility shatters over and over
upon the surface of your precociousness.

Eye shed my monk's robes
to join the fight against evil,
but evil won,
washed through me
as an all-encompassing disease....
....became evil to fight evil.

Now,

eye look upon the Temple;
looking at it from the outside-in.
And, all I really want,
is to pray there again with butter candles and beads.

The evil is too powerful to fight against,
mere mortals do not have a chance.
Eye didn't know this yet,
far too green behind my soul.

Now,

eye just want to atone for my many misdeeds,
so that my heart burns brightly enough,
the winds of wickedness cannot extinguish its flame.

Eye still have my robe and beads here with me,
buried the sword in foreign sands,
but the Temple looms high above,
looking down upon me as a stranger.

Eye will wait within its shadow,
for my patience has yet to evaporate.
Watching the beautiful, kind people
pass through the Temple,

eye wonder if they even taste the butter tea.






~(2012 Jungle Re-mix)~


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My weakness

        GOD

Wondrous of many blessings.
Smiling never a frown.
My prayers, Lord, are  suddenly being ignored.
I've taken a tumble of  fallen down
Lord, my life was plain and simple  
How did it come to this.
Lord, now I carry a  burden so deep
A torn up life not easy to fix
Hard to get my prayers before I sleep
Bleeding only internally!
Feeling very minutely!
God, have you deserted me, or is it me who deserted you?

God, my Lord, my savior, how could you abandon me?
Must I drown in my own sorrow.
Must I wake up like this today and tomorrow.
Why have you left me, or is it me who left you?

God, I need you like never before.
When I wake up,
When I head out the door.
Tormented in a mood ring of stock
Heavily my tears hit upon the floor.
God, do you not feel me, or is it me who no longer feel you?

God, what is your plan for me?
What things did I not see?
I asked for you to forgive me in my ways of sin.
Why do you let him provoke me?
Lord, I forbid for him to win.
Relieve me from his gutless pain.
God, do you not believe me, or is it me who no longer believe in you?

God, do you not hear my call
My pitiful excuses make me weak and small
In your eyes I no longer feel tall
I remain cursed in every single fall
Lord, only you can break this wall
Do you not see me on my knees
Must I beg and crawl?
I am at your mercy, crying out with grief
Open the path to the lighted hall
O' Lord, the day you judge me before your throne
Please tell me it was a lesson for me to stand up on my own
God for now I will end this talk
With the dignity to never look back
And ask if you were there on my endless journey of a relentless walk?

By:PD


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Interwoven

Place your head on my shoulder,
let it stay there
and we'll just breathe
together
in
...and... out

Inhale positivity,
exhale negativity-

Pluck the sadness from the air,
unravel that ball of worry...
We'll find that knot
that started it all,
untangle it, 
and wave ribbons 
in the air

We'll let those colors swirl
around each other,
we'll blend them...
then weave them

into a tapestry

that comforts us 
in the end

Doesn't matter 
at all
if it turns out
 too short

Our lives
are full of tangles
anyway,
a lot of thread
out there...

So place your hand in mine,
let it stay there,
and we'll weave
together
...in
...and... out...






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Because

I was a fool.

I was a fool searching for reasons why.

Reasons why I
Grin with sudden boy giggles

As if Karma was my DJ,
Playing cotton candy woven riffs
Of rhythmic whispers

Evermore

Everlong

I savor dark chocolate Peanut M&Ms
Tasting her sincerity
With each Pacific Ocean observance
Her dialect portrays within
My sunset smiles

I was a fool.

A slightly nervous kid
At his first Sadie Hawkins dance

Holding a paper cup 
filled with swirly colored punch...
...not spiked

;-)

Futile attempts to stifle these vibrating legs
From crippling my exhaling urges

I was a fool.

Searching for irreplaceable reasons
Why my smiles became
An 11 year old innocence

I smile.
I blush.

I embrace a new dream
Written on embossed bucket list

To hold her 

To hold her

To hold her
towards sunrises’ incipience

One day
With no reasons why

Simply

Because

©Drake J. Eszes


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Beauty in my Palm

You are the wild flower in my palm
With no stem to keep you anchored to this covetous earth
You are the fragile thing I dare not cup,
As your petals whittle away under the wind
And flit unfettered in the air;
Exaggerated fear leaves my fingers numb
Hungry need leaves my fingers twitching
And my hand is paralyzed by turmoil
As every breath of wind takes another petal from me
And brings to my lungs, my chest and my heart
An overwhelming scent of need-

You are the wild beauty in my palm
And I dare not hold you to my chest
For I fear to crush you
To know first hand
That caged beauty, is beauty no more.


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Oneness

Oneness
                   Authored by Chuck Keys

It had no color,
Lacking shape, size and dimension.
It wasn't moving or breathing.

There was neither aroma nor taste, not here or there.
Touching was useless because it wasn't physical.
It was indistinct and limitless.

Thinking multi-physically
Multi-sensually and multi-psychologically 
It wasn't here or there and it was.

With no distinction, 
It looked like everything else,
Or it could not have looked like everything else.

It never made me feel good nor bad,
Nor happy nor sad
Nor quite nor trite.

In our world of joy and destroy, we sort and distort,
Looking more on the surface and less on the inside,
Ready to judge and be judged from outside in.

The "oneness" of mankind stretches beyond definitions and limits,
From outside to inside and from inside to outside.
We are one distinct and alike world of "oneness."

Differences exist for differences, 
Therefore, differences don't exist.
Only "oneness" exists.

DEDICATION:
This poem is dedicated to Dr. Clayborne Carson and The Gandhi-King Community,
For Global Peace with Social Justice in a Sustainable Environment.  
www.gandhiking.ning.com


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Lucem Ferre

For too long had she been the scapegoat,
blamed for the fall of our own undoing.

For too long 
had she been shyly shining
with self-conscious doubt,
cursed by the lies of man,
when all along, it was man's own vanity 
reflected in her eyes.

He feared the light inside of her,
so, he masked her name with the title of darkness,
causing her to hide within a seashell,
only offering momentary glimpses
of sacred Illumination....

....and even then, men stumbled around,
choosing wrong paths along forked roots and tongues.

We halved apples, 
offered them to her in return,
Pentacles glistening under her benevolent radiance.
Biting into a halved apple,
seeds fell back down to earth,
fell into moistened midnight soil.

And when the seeds sprouted,
the curse broke under the strain
of growth and oxygen.

Oh, how she glows again,
arms and legs outstretched,
alternating 5 and 7 points of light,
a new ray pushing forth from her crown,
another pulsating from between her thighs.

If Botticelli could see his Venus now,
he'd forgive the sins of hue.manity,
and willingly succumb to another death
in hopes of being reborn 
under her enlightenment once more.

The imposters have weakened,
tripping over their own self-induced shadows.
The imposters have become too frail
to shroud her light within false titles of darkness -
the darkness is their very own.

We witness the garden's regrowth.
Lucem Ferre has agreed to protect us
from being cast out of the garden
(as she always has),
and in return, we will promise 
to only call her by her sacred name,
to never again invoke shackles of deceit
upon her, balancing the scales
by admiring Pentacles glisten
under benevolent radiance.




                                                                    September 17th, 2012


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devouring presence

DEVOURING PRESENCE -- REPOST
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gray as it may sound, i pluck a morsel of star's daring light, this is where i want to be... in a stretch of spontaneous rhythm with my wired body clamped from the noise and haze of days' pages, pulling me into puppet strings of gods who never knew the magic of human sensibilities. if trees can entwine with their own lemon leaves so so sweetly, and hummingbirds hug the breeze in a stretch of flight luring a neutral night, i must be at the center of my constellation tiptoeing upon grasses with a lick of wine on the neck and a pirouette of some whirl of a dance.. i go thirsty for the fluid rawness of my need to simply be.
all rights reserved © ``` P.D's featured poem of the week contest ``` ` ` `featured poem on soup : 20 march 2011 ` ` ` nette onclaud


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Suncatcher --recited

A visitor— icicle fingers tapping on my windows' pain— white blanket in tow Hurting enough, I paid him no mind so he kept tap, tap, tapping ‘til cobweb-like cracks appeared: a final, gentle tap shatters my windows My rainbow world now smothered, pallid, forced into boredom and slumber, sunlight chased away and I am never the same again… Soul gets plunged deep in the cold blinded by whiteness, numbed with simplicity there is an eerie stillness, almost as if no one dared to breathe, even the barren trees refused to quiver brittle dendrites seem to claw the sky futile though, for they are frozen, grasping at nothingness, clouds stubborn and stoic, brooding in silent grayness …and then from within, a filigreed whisper escapes palpable and brave~ it weaves its way through the branches, gathering strength wherever it went it beckons to the sky, which in turn gives in and celebrates ~ letting dainty confetti fall white, yet amazingly graceful each flake falls softly on the ground— a fashionable brocade trees softly sway now, and dance to a winter song the sky weeps with happiness for seeing a glimpse of life— diamond teardrops they catch a bit of evasive sunlight, of which I thought I’ve lost and give birth to miniature rainbows… all this time, Sunlight was there I just never knew how to catch it.
an audio of me reciting this poem http://www.4shared.com/music/Q_tqp2LEba/suncatcher.html?#


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Endless

Do I fly into another day without you?

With wings of a luminescent swan,
I swoop towards heavenly certainties
Holding each verse your breaths create
On our virgin parchment

Do I dream another dream for serendipity’s touch?

A touch against crevices’ misunderstanding
Stroking forgiveness under lips of a luxurious whisper

Where are your thoughts?
Where are your memories of yesterday’s certainty?

Do I ascend towards sacrifices’ downfall with weighted inhales?

Hoping each moment our paired hands cross,
Will not become downplayed uprisings

My solaced smile urges for your tunnel vision. 

…

Because new sunrise’s pertinent grin has yet to be unwrapped!

Yet, they say tomorrows’ hidden asterisk
Is not guaranteed

But, this love,
THIS LOVE,
Is for today

Unwrapped
For you

Endlessly

©Drake J. Eszes


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I Walk on Water

I walk on water. . . 
I feel the coolness of the
Rolling waves splash
Beneath my feet.
I watch the sun sprinkle
Diamonds across the sea.
I float above the clouds
And feel the radiant warmth
Of the sun bless my body.

I feel the power of the wind
Caress or twist and break
Anything into submission.
I rise above the towering Alps—
Snow capped and pristine.
I enjoy a fragile flower sharing
The faint scent of heaven.
I know the Sequoias, ever growing.
I blend with verdant pastures and
Serene rolling hills in misty rain.

I know the secrets of the
Deep dark abyss.
I sense the moon’s tenderness 
And share in her emotions.
I flow with the clever rivers
Seeking new exciting paths.
I form a rainbow in waterfalls.
I am free to be the wind, the earth, 
The sea, when all you see is me.

© 2010 Connie Marcum Wong


Note:
I am only inferring I am one with nature in this poem.


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The Silver Swan

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Palatial; zephyrs spring tide winds gently blowing in... 

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Greeting the dawning of elegant twilights, sweet farewell 

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As colourful banners sway amid its summer breeze kiss ~ 

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A chorus lines reflection; gazing atop the golden pristine pond  

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Lovely ballerina's pirouetting about its perfect waters

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Preparing to grace poetics mirrored stage; her sunsets encore...

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...“The Silver Swan” *


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Beauty Found Within

Beauty Found Within

What are you talking about that I am nobody.
I traveled deep and far
I came back with the ability
to see all the beauty within
Do not tell me I am ugly because I sin
I found myself while living in the life I deny
trapped in a pit, never did i think I would win

Give me a chance to explain myself
I destroyed all the beauty i once knew
Pushed it deep behind a wall rejecting reality
Living as a lost soul feeding myself on the weak
Roaming all alone
Spiting on this world, torching  my own will to love
God I put you to a side
That is still a book I am working on
The knowledge i once new, i through it all away
Living like a fool
to the worlds destructive ways
Trying to balance  out my life
I closed the doors to receive the perception of every way
taking a deep look I fell to my knees
opening the door to help the ones in need

God it makes me so mad to know
we always put the worlds blame on you
The death of the world is just another beauty
to the life we will have on the other side
The evil we have with in, is just a wake up call
To receive the things we choose not see
blinded by the truth that does not add up at all

Inner beauty buried by my own rage
I felt so  trapped,  somewhere inside
Crying to let her  out
I suffocate her  with my tongue 
Chanting for me to open my mouth
Now I take an oath to never betray her again.
nor  lock her  in the abyss inside of me
My beauty now overpowers the bite off the apple.
In which was taken from  us in the beginning of all  time

A small simple reminder,
That will sooner or later surface the outside
never in my wildest dreams did i imagined 
my beauty would  exposed for all to see
Now that i am strong i will stand up for myself
With God given gift I will also stand up for others
With my  beauty that has bloomed like a rose
I will take that beauty and share for all to see
I will walk where my senses  are needed  
you will follow just to get to know me.
With the reminder so simple as can be
To look, to feel, to perform, is a wake call upon self-image
I found my  beauty which is far more dangerous than vanity
the VALUES of life are the beauty given to me : )


by: P.D.


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FEVER PITCH

FEVER  PITCH

Demons of faith,
God speed,
Ageless tears,
 
A dweller lost in the perfect Odyssey.
Bricks of memories, barricade my way out.
Growing gray within the ageless centuries.
Steady rivers, at the pitch of one response.
Times out, by the heat, and beauty.
Tragedy is never a fear to announce.

The drug that takes to cure, the world,
~ lost in a torn humanity.
Harmless, results and tears
~ struck in every way, in the same day.

Sneaky thoughts up my sleeve. 
I will leave, the envious of me, this you best believe,
There is no way in...
YET!!
I found the perfect way out...
Destroying demons,
That get in my way..

Waking up in a dusty road.
Unleashing every load.
Today's a different day, still I wake up the same way.
But, today life is reversed.
I find myself with an endless thirst.
Tossing me into a 700 degree level,
I shine away from the path of the dust devil.
Swirling all around, forbidden to enter my bound.
Your pitch at me,
a fever I want no more.
Now I can see, the emptiness of the things inside of me.
Now I can feel, my soul reaching out to heal.

Breaking every cold sweat, 
Shivers, pneumonia a life of regrets.
Withdrawals left behind.
Symptoms, showing the fever is gone.

God Speed*
Into my life*

 by;p.d.


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'A Thousand Steps'


A thousand steps in between 
who I was and who I am now 
do I wonder about the detours? 
do I wish I took the dirt road instead? 

Would my path have been smoother if I said no instead of yes? 
Would the worries have been less then what they are today? 

I guess I’ll never know, 
unless I go back in time 
choose a different path 
choose the least attractive offer and run with it

pipe dreams that is all my journey back in time would be 
‘cause I would not have met you 
and you would not be reading these words.... 

Everything in life boils down to an immaculate plan, 
it may not be my ideal plan or yours 
but in the end the voyage continues 
whether we want to or not…

‘Cause it is all part of the bigger picture 
and 
in that image is your life and mine... 

We just got to embrace the journey 
no matter how uncertain it might be...


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Contest: Anything Goes
7th Place


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Masterpiece

Paint me.. 
a picture of disaster
of Self pity 
of little worth

of meaninglessness 

on a cornflower blue background
and red brush strokes

signify me..

put me on canvas
on display
for all to see and
criticize

because even 
free wine and
hors d’oeuvres
will never be 
enough

this grand 
opening
isn’t for them

or even
for you
it 
is 
for
Me

I am a masterpiece


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The Last Poem

This will be the last stanza
The last stanza

The final syllable

I commemorate these wounds
to my Agnostic dreams

Because God kept telling me to believe in her

He kept saying,
“Son, be her tissue when she collapses”

“Son, wipe away her sins with this blank slate I’ve given to you”

“Be that man for the woman she may never accept herself to be”

“Be the wings of that angel”

Until, one night, I said a prayer

I said to Him,
“She must go”

“I won’t give up on her, but I must let her go.”

“I leave it to You to save the pariah.”

I, can no longer be that man.

Because I exhaled insipid banter
from misery hollow

Borrowed happiness
whisked me away to coalescent landscapes
under eclipsed moonshine,
sipping unto artificially incipient sunrises

Tasting drops, sour
Wiping them dry, with this flower
my sanctum holds close

And on this day,
this new day,
this last stanza,
soon, I will
no longer finish you with question marks and exclamation points

Soon, I will
complete you,
withdraw from you,
with punctuated silence

I will walk while you crawl
I will smile while you cry
I will see while you’re blind
I will shout while you mumble
I will pray while you deny
I will climb while you trip
I will love while you hesitate

…

This will be my final kiss to you

No longer will we
be
endless

For I now complete you,
you,
my end poem

©Drake J. Eszes


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An Unlimited Friend

An Unlimited Friend
                        Authored by Chuck Keys


She walks on words in flight
tainted with her beauty beyond delight
a destroyer she is not, a poet she is rare
friend and critic a pair always there.

Her words flow with love and flair
of life beyond repair, there to dare,
endless breadth encased in the heat of passion
of life and intensity beyond apprehension.

Her heart moves with so much of all she inhales
never filled always room for more for those in need.
To be her friend is soft and reciprocal
Never having to look, but always present and ready.
 
To swim in her arms of care, angelic and pure at heart
we talk with words that are silent, feelings unspoken,
not in our arms but together in thought,
sensed and deep, tender and mutual, inside us both without words,
a friend unlimited how lucky am I, sidney lee ann, Godbless to you.


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breathing in chaos

the crickets break the silence
of the still, dark night

the leaves stir in hushed waves
as the wind whispers past

the moon hides…
shy behind her veiled curtain,

she lets tears flow instead

no crickets chirp
the leaves weep 
as the winds wail

and I—

I breathe in the chaos,
feel the cold 
dampen the world 
around me

but my spirit 
for some reason
is refreshed

I guess
nature also needs to vent




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Spring Showers

The Happy Field and Spring Shower Hand in hand, we fluttered like two butterflies among the fragrant flowers of the field and meandered, singing songs, along a stream. No agendas to keep to; no schedules to curtail the pure pleasure that we took in consuming every lovely hour of our Saturday. With our picnic lunch, we sat down on a blanket. Later we lay looking up at clouds. Transported to the wonderland of our imagination, we named them fluffy mountain ranges, bunnies, sheep, and Easter lily petals until they morphed into lopsided bearded faces, huge white polar bears and cotton-breathing dragons. Unexpectedly, the clouds grew dark, and suddenly, we saw and felt large raindrops splatter on our skin. We fled our happy field, arriving home - two children, wet and laughing, just as the spring shower let up. How were we to know in the springtime of our lives that the field and the rain from which we fled I’d one day write about as metaphors for youth. Written for the Spring Showers contest 3/30/13


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Time Out

Make no haste,
your work is restless.

Aeon give me pause--
no more ticking
gears grinding
ever towards the
lonely end.

Live the now.
Even Death took
a holiday,
veering briefly from an
eternity of reaping
solitude.

Take your time
on earth and
mingle--
overindulge in
reverie.
Rest assured,
oblivion can
wait.


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My First Child

A precious gift! Joy unimagined fills my heart She smiles! My heart races, leaping! And like a butterfly in spring, gliding, It dips among new blossoms Like a sweet melody playing softly in the cool of the evening, I soar! My baby, my first, like an angel sleeps Soft, warm and brown I stare in awe of this most perfect gift from God! Tiny almond-shaped eyes, sparkle- searching Nothing as beautiful have I ever seen! She cries and her teardrops like crystal daggers Pierce, my joyful heart! And like a wounded sparrow it plummets Free-falling, and I am left puzzled...confused Nervous, I gently hold her close to my breast I am sure she can feel my heart beating.. Suddenly our faces brush... she turns- Our eyes lock, and smiles ripple! My first born--all is well in my world.
© 1992 ~*~


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Lantern on the Water


Place my mind into a boat
doused with kerosene.

Create a lantern on the water:
light the boat a-flame
and push it out to sea.

Then my heart will be more free.






04.06.2013




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Wounded

Come and gone like small twister like the cloud of debris he’s left. Echoes of Charlie Brown’s buddy Pigpen blow through the cobwebs in memory. Left over coffee cups replacing Transformers still dumped in the attic. Reams of knarley skateboards, wheel-less, lay in piles like so much unburnable refuse. The obligatory hugs and peck, over and done the never paid chauffeur collapses… Ah, to have him always near, So, each kiss was not quite so dear. The last fair maid on parade has wandered across the home front, wondering about her predecessor, still tacked with magnets to the fridge, still part of my heart and his… Sons…they say, do not cause such angst. Couldn’t prove it by this mother. This maternal blimp of unused helium was not permitted a girl child. One did come and fleetingly leave before formed. We’ll never know the sweetness of her. Let the image of his manly self disperse, this son.. into the mist as his Father’s has… to be remembered again, only in times of need, his need, for to do anything else, would be to rub salt in an open wound.
Poet: D. Guzzi *the day after Christmas


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Tiny Fractures of Death

As the clock ticks on,
the soul
encounters 
tiny fractures of death

hairline cracks
seemingly invisible, superficial
yet they run deep

one
      more
          word

one 
      more
          look

one
     more
        reason

to
         S    h   a  t   t  e    R 


and 
nothing
matters
anymore

Nothing.







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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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I SIT ON THE TOILET

I sit on the toilet...
planning my choice of clothing,
hairstyle, makeup and daily chores.
Using my eyeliner for writing
a reminder to myself on the toiletpaper,
and make me complete.
Leaving the bathroom aware that 
I used my reminder and flushed it down
the toilett.
                                        HMMMM, what was my daily chores...?
   
                                                         _____
                                                       /           \
                                                      (____/\    )
                                                       |___    U? (____
                                                       _\L.       |            \        ___
                                                    /  /"""\     /.-'            |      |\   |
                                                   (  /  _/u             |       \___|_)_|
                                                    \ |  \ \               /     / \_(___ __)
                                                      |   \  \            /     /   |  |        |
                                                      |    )           _/     /     )  |        |
                                                     _\__/.-'    /          ___(   |        |    
                                                 _/       __________/        \ |         |
                                                / /      /   (                        ) |        |
                                              (   \__ |___\     \______     /_ l____ |
                                                \        (___\    |______   )_/
                                                 \       |\     \     \           /
                                                  \      | \__  )     )  ___/
                                                   \      \     )/     /__  (       
                                             __  |      /   _//___|       \_________
                                                _/      (    / OUuuu       \
                                               `  ----  '  (____________)


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Cornflower Blue

(a conversational collaboration with Christine Ueri)



"remember the dream I had when we were 10?
(waves and waves of cornflowers everywhere)
about the boy and the closet?
(sunflowers, circle, glass house?....closet, yes)
cornflower blue
(the closet was cornflower blue?)
the light in that dream was cornflower blue
(the air, the atmospheric light?)
yes, especially in the closet

I had that dream for so long
I'll never forget
little boy blue and the kingfishers --
the blue and white china plates
with the bridge and the lovers; the two doves in the willow tree,
that made me look for japanese letters....horse.
 
the funny things we do as children

(you are writing a poem....)
catch the words, my love
(you already wrote a poem up there; bridge it together --
I dried cornflowers with dandelions in a blue and white book; but it wasn't a dream.
Well, in a way it was, because at the time, I was floating in the clouds)

he wore a blue and white striped top in my dream

and I remember him
when I look at the sky,
the clouds and the golden sun --

I caught the words!
(yes! did you string them all together?)

not yet!"



                                                                                 
                                                                                



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Amazing Grace

The soul whom the Son sets free
is free indeed,
Unlocking the rusting shackles
of oppression,
Allowing life’s amazing grace
to shine with His embrace,
Transformation of soul’s darkness
to light’s brightness,
The uplifting revelation of God’s
truth of freedom,
His extraordinary and infinite power
shining love every hour,
Preservation and hope for life
His love abound, no strife
How sweet the sound—
Wrapped in His embrace
Singing Amazing Grace! 

~~~~~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~~~~~
17th Place Honorable Mention/Certificate
Poetry Soup's International Poetry Contest
July 1, 2007
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Thoughts of a Very Old Apartment

Winter is approaching.
 I feel it in my floorboards; in my baseboards;
in every nook and cranny.
I wait to be filled again at this time of Thanksgiving, and
As I wait, sounds of the past linger in my consciousness:

The excited moans of the men and of the women (some of whose
first introduction to me came from being carried across my threshold)
as they lay close together in their bed late at night;
The strange incessant wailing of  babies that later arrived -
wailing that later changed, more often than not, into squeals of glee.
Some of the families I sheltered engulfed me with heaviness.
In those years, I was assaulted by loud shouting, 
much like the barking of dogs from outside.
Those shouts were often met by shrill hysterical screams
or even by the sad sobs of children.
One sound stays with me like a ghost: the quiet weeping
of one lone occupant who held a gun to his head.
In an instant I felt his blood splatter against my walls.

I prefer to remember the touch of the children:
their small smudged fingers exploring my kitchen cupboards;
their tiny warm bodies scooting across my tiles.
On one unusual occasion, a child scribbled happily 
on my bathroom walls with bright Crayola colors.
After the explosion of his mother’s angry words, 
the bathroom was transformed, and with magic paper
a small part of me was wearing the figures of gold and purple fish.

Forty times or more I’ve been left; then re-inhabited.
Several times I’ve been overhauled: my carpet torn out, a new one laid;
my doors and my fixtures changed for modern ones;
my furnace and my pipes (even once a ceiling) - all replaced.
But lately, I’ve felt so weary, and even renovated, I’m feeling out of place. 
Just last month as I was emptied and cleaned for the umpteenth time,
I heard the newest landlord tell his wife:
We won’t have to put up with this crap anymore. 
Not once we get the offer from those guys who want to build a mall.

I wonder what he meant. My heat and water both have been cut off for so long.
Usually a couple is here by now. But only silence echoes through my halls,
and I’m growing so very cold.


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Tick Tock Tick Tock

"The clock is a useless tool, measuring mortality, narrowing vitality. Don't let it tick-tock away the waning moments and fine components of your final days." (last stanza of Heather Ober's "Clocks") A brand new day Tick tock tick tock You grow, you learn You take that walk To get your fine diploma Fond friends get left behind Blink one eye To keep a tear at bay Tick tock tick tock You get a job Or first you go to college Find a mate and settle down Tick tock tick tock Surprises come So soon your first child’s prom! Blink both your eyes Try not to cry Tick tock tick tock A grandchild’s birth And then a whole lot more Folks you used to know Have passed away Tick tock tick tock Blink back those tears Of joy and pride And also tears of pain Tick tock tick tock Changes happen For the good and for the bad You must adapt Or fade. . . . . . Tick tock tick tock Sit back in your recliner And simply close your weary eyes There will be no more tears To blink away For Tracie Edwards' Homage Poetry Contest


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'Memories'



Across a noisy plane Where crowds gather You can hear their chatter and laughter I can still hear your heart beating Even though we are past that stage Of breathing because we have to The only thing I feel is you The only thing you feel is me It is more a case of it is the only feeling That keeps us going In anarchy and confusion This makes sense Feeling you Breathing you Even if it’s only through memories They sometimes talk the loudest
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A seed of poetry

Like water that flows in a river
Time will not stop and wait
It comes and then it goes
And now will soon be late
The sun will not rise
And forget to set
Today will not stay here forever

Time was born and passed away
While I was chasing dreams
I never dreamt of
Dreaming of things that were 
Not for me to dream about

I didn’t know at first 
That in my inside
There is a seed germinating
Deep in the roots of my heart 
Where veins and arteries
Carry blood in and out

The eyes of my eyes
Could not see
The ears of my ears
Could not hear
The tongue of my tongue
Could not taste
The nose of my nose 
Could not smell
The mind of my mind 
Was uncounscious
As this seed
Was patiently growing

It was watered by tears
That couldn’t fall off my eyes
When I cried
It was fertilized by my deep thoughts
That denied me time to rest
The pain I felt within
Was manure to it

And now it has grown
It has grown into a tree
it has grown into a green looking tree
A tree that sprouts colorful flowers
And I am hopeful
Hopeful to reap tasty fruits
Of this seed of poetry
Sown in me by God


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Twilight Hands

She hummed the dawning of the day
while spry hands bounced babies
Wielded a spatula with expeditious 
movements flipping pancakes onto a plate
Folded napkins at place settings

She was in full swing at noonday
as brisk hands folded lunchmeat and bread 
into sandwiches     Smoothed the creases 
from pages of homework     Kept the iron 
moving in a pendulum motion over 
the mounds of spanking clean laundry

She talked with her hands 
gesturing wildly with excitement 
Administered slaps to unruly kids with her hands
She took all gossip with a grain of salt 
Tossed a pinch over her shoulder 
with a cupped hand    just in case

With reverent hands and nimble fingers 
she daily turned the pages of the good book
unerringly finding the appropriate Bible verse 
Now a smattering of age spots dusts her smiling 
frail countenance aglow through paper-thin skin
And mother folds her twilight hands


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Refolding the Paper Crane

I tried folding a paper crane again the other day
  and  it didn't turn out right

tracing back my folds,
I knew I missed somewhere

unfolding, re-creasing, refolding
just tracing my fingers back

fingers 
    feeling the paper
and beyond

A three-minute fold
times 10 now

Even if I needed to do other things,
I paid no mind, determined to fold that crane

I had to get this right.
I had to.

Almost there...

As it turns out, 
I only missed one step,
--something to do with its wings, I believe...

Amazing how a single step
could be so important.

Stretching its wings now,
the paper crane 
soars proudly on my palm...
So beautiful.

In refolding this paper crane,
I hope I never forget...

Amazing how easily things slip from our minds, 
but more amazing
is when our hearts Do remember.

We remember, 
   and then we Do something...

...I have hundreds of paper cranes yet to fold,
it may be taking me far longer 
than what I had initially planned...

but yes, you are in my thoughts,
   you are in my prayers...

and I shall continue folding these cranes.

...I revel in the thought, for that moment,
when I can send them flying towards the Sun...








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Ilaw

The light is muted,
glowing ever so faintly
and I cup my hands
to shelter it from
the harsh wind...

It flickers,
it wavers,
and my heart
does a triple dive
then beats back to normal
as I see that flame
fight, become steady,
and stand up against that wind.

I've seen this happen before,
but it always tries to shine forth
with a ferocity
that can only be fueled 
by love and faith...

A different gust,
another typhoon,
yet still it tries to beam...

This light amazes me 
with its tenacity.
I go through life with
only a mere spark of it
in my heart
But how proud I am
to have been borne from it,
to have it with me, 
burning in my soul.

This light is awe-inspiring...
with just a kiss from it
and warmth abounds,
never burning out,
rather, sharing that glow
to brighten lives.

I fear though, 
for the light is muted,
glowing ever so faintly
and I cup my hands
to shelter it from
the harsh wind...

Taking deep breaths,
we search for ways
to make that flame 
glow strong again,
burning as bright as before

A strike of a match
for a candle,
with its smoke weaving 
its way to heaven,
to say a prayer
for that light
to keep on glowing

The wick may be short,
the wax melting faster
than we would want it to...
But the light is still there,
and that gives me hope.






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Ilaw --pronounced 'ee-lao' as in 'how'; meaning "light"

"Ilaw ng tahanan" is a Filipino idiomatic expression
that refers to mothers; 
This phrase can translate to "light of the home"


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Visit to Grandma

Have you ever woken up feeling like a kid 

With angels dropping cotton candy on your soul 

When knocks on doors reveal no steps in snow 

And shooting stars have white beards and presents? 

I get lost sometimes under goose feathers and it feels good, 

Broken speakers squeak Christmas Carols 

There are no clocks on walls, only the rhythm of pine logs in the fireplace 

It smells of the forest I used to fly with horses, 

No saddles, no hats, no shoes, no wolves... 

Just practicing tying my shoelaces and sitting up straight for life... 

I watch her reflection secretly pray in a room made especially for us... 

* 

It's warm, pupils - two mirrors of colorful lights on a plastic tree...


www.scripca.com
 

Iolanda Scripca copyright  2010


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Aboriginal Sin

We made arrows from feather and bone
before burning down our homes,
our footsteps slinking 
over undulating, snow-covered hills.
____

The animals residing inside my head
follow me into the forest
where I cross streams to lose my scent.

Bugles blare in the distance,
but at my feet, the hounds lay open,
bleeding-out in morning's fresh snowfall.

These moments invoke an original sin.
I could fell a million men with the softest of blossoms -
slay a million men with a gentle, whispered caress.

And so I pray for my hate to be replaced by grace,

since you are the other half of my heart and hearth,
since you are also a victim to the plague,
it's all I can do, to atone for my Aboriginal sin.




~(2013 Halfling Remix)~
January 22nd, 2013


*Dedicated to Singing Rain: May your sacred arrows always fly true




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Kuliglig

There she waits by her window,
gazing up at the velveteen summer sky,
searching for her favorite bituin,
whisper-pondering

Only the kuliglig replies—
The quintessential tune of summer. 

Despite herself, she smiles,
happy with the fact that 
the sound fills the night air,
drowning out her own thoughts.

Anything is better than silence.






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Filipino-English translation

bituin—star
kuliglig—cicada, or can also be crickets here


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Angel

 Hello love
I seen you there 
As I was walking through 
And I really must say 
You are the form of true beauty
As I whisper my prayers to God
I whispered for someone like you 
I see Him there in your eyes
If you take that chance on me 
I would fall to my knees for you
We could truly become something
 As the angels whisper in God's ear
I can see my future in  your eyes
We could be the start of something 
To last us a life time or two 
No doubt there are many who 
Want to get next to you 
I'm also sure you can pick 
And choose whomever you want 
You are classic beauty personified 
Angels were singing as God molded you 
God colored outside the lines this time  
Some would say you are the spark 
That lights up the fires within 
For God must have sent you to bring 
The light with you for all the world to see
I hear the angels sing as I look into your eyes
I could hold you in my heart for a lifetime or two
You are a dream coming into my life just for me
A tall glass of water on a parched throat you are
Can you tell me do you feel as I do ~ can you love me too !


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a constant flyer: my flight, my fancy

~(my love, eye threw punctuation to the wind)~ sneakily you feign sleep as eye slip outside into a storm magenta torn apart by steel gray saws and hammerings eye laugh out loud at the thunder (a quickening) pounding in my body it fills me erasing stupidity pushing out trash bottled up within a chance to let go of the grounded soil in my bones spinning 'round in rain my heart stops momentarily captured by the painful beauty of your face watching me from the porch - "eye thought you were sleeping" - shadows dance across your face as lightning arcs you smile with just a twinge of melancholy dripping warping the consistency and after all these years eye finally realize how you are a grounding wire keeping me tethered to earth (a maddened kite) as eye ride the electricity a constant flyer my flight my fancy you've always had the burden upon your shoulders of making sure eye come back down come back home come back inside myself again +/-


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WELCOMING A NEW TUNE



there is something about the cuddle of mist that washes the pain of love's farewell like a damp of healing elixir, so softly touching my navel to ignite back the glaze within my marrow; and breaths sing with playful twilight about fresh enchantment blessed... now i greet the flowering of joy with unopened gifts, knowing goodbye is a beautiful wound as one star plays night keeper of reflective hours humming a new tune, dainty yet unknown, that in the solace born from ache and joy, i welcome it all-- the fire, wonder, and sighs. Any Poem #5 Contest: Nathan A.


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SEXY

   What attributes are considered sexy to guys?
         the face 
      the lips 
      the eyes 
       A lil junk in the trunk 
         Betty boop thighs
            Suckable watermelons
              Lips that are quick to spread
              Accessories to blind
         What ever happened 
         to what's behind all that?
              See the person that I really am 
                 Look into my heart
                  See beside what you want to do to me 
                        in the dark
                        Stop reminiscing about my lips
                            Do U want to dive deeper into this?
                                 And I don't mean what's between my hips 
                              I heard your tryna bring sexy back
                                 Well do U wanna know what's sexy to me? 
                                      Tap me on the shoulder and just ask me
                                             Am I sexy?
                          
                    


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Three Questions

To make changes in life for the better
No matter what condition we are faced with
Quite often urged by friends with good intentions
“Trust God.” “Just pray and trust God.”

‘Though imperative to trust in your Creator
He has already given you all you need
In the quiet moments free from distractions
Stop and ask yourself three questions

Three questions to the path you seek
Am I aware of what is holding me down?
Do I want improvement in my life?
What things can I change to accomplish it?

Be true to yourself in all things
Follow through with prayers and God’s word
Stand back and see His glory
As your life becomes a new story


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One Night Stanza

You called me "baby"
When your eyes streaked
In nudist dialect
Upon my strength

You begged to engorge
My palms
With cinnamon scented lotion

Taking me into melancholic forest
To sacrifice your shedding, virgin silk
With me
To have your way

It was imperative
That I brought you inches closer to God
As chastity’s ribbon
Slides down leagues below sea level truths

But, I
Refused to be a puppet pulled
By your G-strings

…

You implored with vehement thrusts
Of creamy, inner thigh
To turn my page

But, you never bothered to read
My table of contents

©Drake J. Eszes


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It's Okay

It’s okay to leave the dishes in the sink,
to wash your hands with sanitizer instead of soap.
Your mother will joke
about how it doesn’t get your hands clean enough
but when was the last time you listened to her anyway.
It’s okay to cry today,
to use your sleeve instead of tissues.
It’s okay to take that thing that hurt you
and throw it out of the moving car,
just don’t go back to pick it up,
it’s not lost luggage,
it’s buried tumors.
It’s okay to hate God today,
to change his name to yours,
to grab the headstone with your mitten covered hands
and try to knock it over.
Throw the snow at it,
the roses have died.
It has been too long since the passing,
but I give you permission to hate God today.
It’s okay to break into the liquor cabinet
and medicate peacefully,
to drink too much sometimes
and not know where you’ve been
because you’ll eventually find yourself.
It’s okay to walk alone sometimes,
sort your thoughts,
to clear the air with air,
and dry the wounds with salt.
It’s okay to climb into bed early
and stare at the ceiling,
to just tell yourself that it’s okay.


Bold lines are taken from the poem Letter From My Heart to My Brain by Rachel McKibbens


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Cashmere Wishes

You waited for this moment,
As if you were an incomplete salutation

You waited for confessional breaths to alleviate this finite evening
Missing its constellations

You wept for their sunflower touch.

A touch to engorge the gaps of your imprinted thumb
With honeysuckle madness

Dry

Another cashmere moistened parable
Hungering for ink-plated resolutions

You waited for their Haiku smile.

A smile condoning resilient waterfalls
Unto ocean’s distant memory

Aching for risky walks above coal-ridden tomorrows

No forest green pupils observing
The hindrance of time

You wished upon wishes
For blanketed convenance to warm aspiring, French kiss upon promised morn

You wrestled with downward spirals,
Uplifting loneliness from Heaven’s chasm

Lost

Enough

Regurgitated sobs reserved under no-name invitations

But, I...

…I was 						h	e	r	e.

All along

©Drake J. Eszes


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I Live (I tag Poet Destroyer)

I live.
I live to write.
I write of both understandable and incomprehensible things
I am a teenager just living the average life of semi poverty just like millions of others
I have hopes, wants, crushes, and worldly desires just like everyone else in this world does
I believe that I will accomplish what I set my mind to
Striving to be the best I can be
Writing about these things is my self-obligation
I am who I wish to be and will always be 
Living life as a free female
Being an example to those that are yet to learn about what they are going to face in this life
In my own little world when all around me is crashing down
Having no fear of what is to come
Rollin’ with the punches
Scribbling out what I believe
I know who I am
I am a poet.


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Grandpa's Study

The room is still,
Quiet but for wind and rain
Making music on the windows.
Empty but for endless shelves
Of leather-bound volumes -
The first editions you loved so much.
The desk is weathered, coated
In a film of dust.
The chair is old and worn,
Tucked in just where you left it.
I can almost hear it creak
Under your weight,
Hear you whistle in that absent way.
I can almost see you there,
Hunched over creased pages,
Reading Keats or Blake.
I can almost smell that familiar scent
Of fresh soap and musty books,
Of spices and cigar smoke.


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Little Blue Pill

Went through a phase....thought maybe I should live life to the fullest,
and stop giving away 8 hours of each day, towards sleeping.

After the first week of sleep deprivation,
Buddha and Jesus both appeared simultaneously,
started following me wherever I went-
couldn't tell between hallucinations and reality.

Buddha helped write my final exams,
and Jesus always made sure that I didn't forget to eat.

After the second week, I was floating above my body....
no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't fall asleep anymore-
didn't just have second and third winds....I was having winds 
to the 99th power extreme.
Jesus was telling me to try again and again,
while Buddha told me to hang in there,
for Nirvana was just around the corner.

Asked my buddy for some help,
and he gave me this little blue pill -
don't even touch aspirin anymore.

Well, the pill knocked me right out! 
Tried so hard to fight against it,
having some doubts about what I had just swallowed.

Metallic galaxies of inner stars began pulling at my eyelids,
adding their massive core-gravity to my temples.
Red turned to black inside of my mind,
as little globules of pulsing light
floated before my inner-eye.
Down,
down,
d      o      w      n,
down, I spiralled,
thinking about picking cherries from the apple tree in Eden....
beautiful Japanese Geishas propping up the ladder
that pointed down into the rabbit hole.
Up was down,
as cherries were apples?
The branches of the tree resembled its roots in the ground-
perfect mirrors of each other,
as I sat in both places at once;
dream double looking back at me.

ZZzzzzZzzzzZZzzzZZZz....for almost 62 hours straight.
Must have lived a thousand lives in those dreams.
Woke up, wasn't sure if I was still sleeping?
Awoke into sweat and stale urine.
Started falling asleep in school.
Fell asleep at work.
Once you swallow the blue pill,
you can never go back-
the rabbit hole stretches into eternity.


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'Sober thoughts'


You know how I sometimes wish life would be easier then I realize with easy comes self reliance and we can’t depend on ourselves the air that we breathe comes from somewhere - a higher power that power decides whether we stop breathing or continue living so if your days feel like it’s getting tougher if you feel all your strength has deserted you it has not; you still have the ability to think you can still embrace what life offers you even if its heartache, tough times, difficult people somewhere out there someone would take all your difficult moments just to experience life in all its facets
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The Storm

A cold wind blows,
turning hardened walls to sand.
Breaking down the barriers
exposing the emotions that were held inside.

The pain builds,
from hurts buried deep within.
Storm clouds roll in
dark, cold, and threatening.

Thunder rumbles,
roars across the darkened land.
A voice breaking the spirit:
Stupid
Ugly
Hated
Harlot
Die...
the words echo through the ears.

Lightning flashes,
shattering the very heavens.
Words drift through the mind:
Unwanted
Nothing
No-one
Useless
Alone...
casting shadows of doubt through the soul.

The tears fall from the eyes,
from a heart broken and battered.
Rain pours down from above
overflowing, unable to be contained.

Then finally as the rage is spent,
a calm stillness overtakes the cleansed world.
In the arms of a friend
peace is found once again.

And a voice whispers to the night:
"I'm alright..."


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Dirty Finger Tips

Stand tall even when the stars fall 

In every dream there is a lock the key berried
in reality keep digging keep digging don't '
stop  keep climbing keep climbing to the top
and hope you never drop.

If you do don't you ever stop. 

If the ticking makes you nervous  throw away the clock.

If the shoes don't fit  throw away the socks 
happiness is a shoe compromise to make it fit
when you MAKE IT FIT  enjoy every bit of it. 
 
Some say life is good some say life is shit!
I say you get what you make out of it .

Weather the storm. 
Stay calm.
Wipe the sweat off of your palms.
Patiently defuse your bombs and
hope to find bliss in futures arms.

Shaking.
Breaking.
Bare the undertaking.
There is a new day in the making.

Drunken pen.
Drunken poet.
How drunk can I be?
When life influenced sober men to be more drunk than me.
Though my pen drunk it vomits the sober things in me.

   

Breath even when there's no air
look for the good in the bad the glad in the
sad make them question why your not mad
many things come many things go many things are
dim but many things glow appreciate what you have 
and go with the flow.     


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Eternity in a Moment

There is a melancholy in the air
And an emptiness deep inside
A flux of emotions overwhelm me
Rushing in like a rising tide

The sun scintillates the breaking waves
Creating diamonds upon every swell
Each one is reminiscent
Of the eyes that said farewell

Bright and glorious for just a moment
Then fading as quickly as it came
A wondrous gift, although brief
Has outlived it’s moment of fame

Yet a fingertip beneath the surface
Can create a false illusion
So at the waters edge
Our love has no conclusion

I wish that I could stay forever
Just outside of reality
Avoiding the obvious truth
And all it’s brutality

But alas, I shall not grieve
For that which cannot be
Instead I am very grateful
For that moment you gave to me

The memory of your magnificence
Is etched within my mind
You may disappear from my sight
But within my heart you are confined


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Faces Inside a Window

 

The only sound, whistle of a quail;
That breaks in upon the tranquility.
From the treetops glows the yellow moon,
Suddenly tossed, as a draught twists through
The golden leaves hung loose from the trees.
A cold blowing mist through the narrow streets,
Past the windows and past the broken panes;
You can see, their faces smiling pensively,
Inhaling the joys and fears of life.
Yearning with the ebbing light.
Partly patch'd, partly glaz'd;
Hearts rendered heavy and faint.
Yet, I see the light in their eyes,
Glowing with a rosy flame.


..

Written by : gautami phookan

For Giorgio Veneto's contest : "Impress Me"

motiff- ? Spiritual/ Philosophical


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Bedlam baby

I remember you
cartoon smile and egg-shaped head.
Do you remember
how the rainbow formed on the water,
how the neon lights flickered,
or the scent of nectarines on your forehead?
They were happy to see for the first time
behind glass window,
between speaker box voices --
unopened package,
untouched collector’s item,
you shiny new contraption,
star of the play,
hero of the hour, 
flavor of the season.

Seed of your father,
soil of your mother.
Fruit of love,
fruit of conflict.
Decision’s aftermath,
delusion’s consequence,
Are you accident,
                    intention,
                            problem,
                                  solution?

Bough in the river,
wrenched in the current.
Hand reaching for hand,
hand holding your own.
Bedlam baby with the guilty smile
do you remember
how you would not fracture the  mullioned frame,
how you could not shatter porcelain,
or how you hid in changing alleys?

I will save you
you will save me.
My hand in yours.
I am the boat
you are the journey.


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Dandilion

Youth..... Watch this girl... she has her eyes on a rising dandelion sprouted in high grass, a pensive girl, weaving her way through the fields, looking past weeds to her future, making her way through a maze of thistle solitude, on Saturday afternoons, down hallways and classes on Tuesday, teacher and stranger and parent expectation, she approaches a destination beyond home, clutching the flower to her budding breasts The Elder.... Keep your eyes on her... she is residue of the mute child, now entrusted with a knowing mind and well worn shoes, still clutching the flower to her breast... She peers through pages of old photos, scratching through scraps of half-heard conversation, seeking some color and clarity with a dim vision of the girl that held a prickly spine of a spent dandelion with compromise and resignation The Dead Unable to mouth a sound, I wish to warn each teacher, each mentor, each censor of the flame... I want to shout: "Watch this girl... who held a weightless flame of windswept dream in her eyes, making her way, mediating between her reality and every longing she ever had... Look back to this girl who has always maintained an unblinking gaze on the white star of dandelion in her hand" _____________________________________________ Carrie Richards 8) "One could not pluck a flower without troubling a star." Loren Eiseley


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Thank you Lord

Thank You Lord


Jesus you laid down your life for me
So I put my faith and trust in thee
The evil within tries to overtake
But I flee and resist for my soul’s sake
I stay focused on thy Lord
And yield temptations with thy sword
I turned from thy sins
And new life began
Lord, you taught me the way
And showed me I was drifting astray
Following the wandering sheep
That fled at the strike of the Shepherd’s greet
You cut down the trees and cleared a path
For those who walk it will escape the wrath
You planted the field with seeds
In hope of sprouting good deeds
It is only through your grace and mercy
That you give water, for those who drink shall never be thirsty
You are thy foundation
And deliverance out of salvation
You washed the stains from thy robe
And filled me with the spirit to stand bold
Saving me from death
And giving me everlasting breath
I wait patiently for the day
When the Lord will say
My child I am pleased 
You have endured to the end
Now Come On In


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Lines Life and our Faith in God

Lines Life and our Faith in God


Is it possible to divide lines?
Which are of numerous types and kinds,
Like life, which always appear in different,
Forms, colors, shapes and types.

But when all these types and kind of lines disappears,
Covering the sheet of darkness,
What is left is only a tiny dot,
Which has no end and has no beginning.

From a tiny dot only life and every thing began one day,
And in a tiny dot every thing would vanish one day,
Leaving no lines of any kind bold or thin,
On the sands of time,
What would ultimately be left, as the last impression,
Would only be a tiny dot, much smaller than the rolling tears of eyes.

The Universe also started from a dot,
Even all universes and galaxies, stars and planets,
Started from a dot created by God,
And every thing ultimately would vanish,
One day in the darkness of a dot, like black hole,
About which we almost know nothing,
Except that every thing including the earth, planets, stars,
Even our body and mind and its high rising aims and ambitions
Would ultimately get lost in the magnetic darkness of the 
Black hole, which is nothing but another form of a dot.

The creative and destructive power of the dot,
Is right before us in the form of a computer,
Which builds, learns and teaches every thing,
Starting and ending from tiny tiny dots,
And places before us humans and nature,
Animals and creatures, in their true forms, except
They do not breathe, love and hate like humans.

But humans are close to create a new dot,
Tomorrow it would breathe and talk, 
It would think and walk and may also love and hate
And may be, it would start creating,
New types of humans and may start thinking himself one day,
As our new Creator or a new God.

I pondered, wondered and imagined,
What would happen, when this new God,
Would have a small amount of some power in his hand
And may become a new God for those,
Who do not believe in our faith and in our Almighty God,
As even a small amount of the power of creation and destruction,
May blind the weak humans to start thinking himself as the new God.

In such a situation, all lines of all types may disappear
For ever from us, which has so far, 
Saved us from the total disappearance of our existence,
And has brought up like a child in every religion and faith,
So that we may flourish and bloom like his Nature
And may adore Him as,
Our faith or God or as our strong and bold Dot,
Which always loves us a lot.


Ravindra


Kanpur India     13th June 2006




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The Tale of Poor Fred

It was late at night, and softly said...Fred begged again, "Dear, come to bed"
Her answer...one,  he had heard before, ..."Soon after the paper is read".., she said

Night after night, he would try again,..."Please, come to bed".., Fred said
She answered each night with a new excuse, ..."The cat must be fed", she said

He dangles by a single thread,..."I'll wait for you in bed", Fred said
She replied, each time with a different line, "There's office work instead"...she said

"My dear, I miss you in our bed.  Come join me, soon, oh please?"... he said..
"When the Letterman show' is finally done, but then comes 'Mr. Ed'  ", ...she said

One night she finally came to bed
But that's the night she found Fred dead

Her dreaded days were sorrow fed....now nights were long, and filled with dread...
She crawled in bed alone, instead, and drenched in pillows, tears were shed

The news was spread, she hangs her head, 
                                           Her heart is torn in two,...in shreds!
 
What she really meant........ instead ..........instead

             She should have said "I Love You Fred"

    Too late, 'cause Fred is dead

           AS A DOOR NAIL !!

           (If I've walked you down this path, misled, 
                you are getting mad,  your face is red
                  and you'd like to strangle..., then behead me...
                     just because you read this poem,
                                               about the tragic death of Fred...

                       
                  
              Well...........I pondered that, and planned ahead...
                                    I've Fled!!   
   





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Who is the poet

The poet is the language,the sad mystery in Monalisa's smile He is the brush of Caravaggio and the finest painting of Vangogh The poet is the sonnet of Mozart and Symphony of Bach the tragedy of shakespeare and Pablo's saddest verse He is the Danube in Waltz and Swan lake in ballet the renaissance of passion and the last remnant of life He is the dilemma of morality,shadow of deed and ombra of sin He is the fantasy of each sunrise and illusion of sunset He is the wave in tide of wishes carried ashore by the wind The poet is the dreamer,believer,the lover in a non existent affair He is the hope,the fable,the fairytale in each deadly reality. The poet is the worker who works and works hard to survive in a hypocratic,demanding,sophisticated, insane world. He is the thief of time,the owl on late nights still loyal to his pen He is each thought in verse bleeding in petals of fragrant words. The poet is the omnipotent servant,with a will to ask and crave to learn a philosopher,whose always an amateur in pursuit of wisdom. He is an eternal slave to his muse,the beverage of inspiration a spouse married to literature,adulterer in lyric,deceiver of prose He knows no lapsus in all that is scandalous,royal and sacred He is the artist,musician,actor,and clairvoyant of undestined paths He is the clay's cheap mold carved in greatest sculpture of next century The poet is an unfinished book,each chapter in yesterday the nobody of today and a bookmark in tomorrow.
You are the Poet ODE TO ALL POETS


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Once Broken

When all around
sharp   scattered  fragments
of broken dreams
bloodied my soul -
pierced every thought
that dared to take a step -
YOU lifted me.

When bowed by
an unrelenting weight
of cold and ice and snow, I bent
until my crown was buried,
frozen in the wood ...
sounds of snapping crashing limbs
shattered on the crust
and s l i d against my brow;
YOU hoped and waited
for me to stand once more.

When in the storm
I faltered -
too far, too lost, too gone,
choking on waves of self pity
and regret,
You stood on shore
and held a lamp high
until I followed its golden glow

HOME

And when I couldn't
with these two arms
hold all of the pieces together,
YOU wrapped your LOVE
around all
and once more
I was WHOLE ...

Written Dec. 14, 2013 by Craig Cornish
Entered in Roy Jerden's Kintsukori contest
Honorable Mention
Roy said he was looking more for how the broken
became more beautiful (I honor that) Roy is a good man.


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I Rise Above

And it flew higher,
Above the reach of arms which bind,
And logic which Past defined,
It flew higher,
Above the reach of stones of persectution,
And above all unkept resolution,
It pushed higher,
Past the thoughts of those who said It'd never be,
And success would never see,
And it flew until it reached the darkness in which
itself designed,
A blackness of the sullen mind,
And it said,
"I will rise above"...
 


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Until Light Bleeds Through

Embrace darkness,
welcome the enveloping pain
of a sunset's tourniquet,
seek out the Mother vein.
Sink your teeth in,
drink deeply with veracity
until the vessel is emptied
and light bleeds through its membrane.

Educate yourself with a metaphysical degree,
open a clinic
that offers cleansing, soul-surgery.

Using an unwavering, steady hand,
slide in a scalpel with precision,
separate the deceitful skin,
look for clues further within.
Insert a finger into the incision,
into the truthful, pulsing warmth.
Probe,
explore,
experiment with nerve endings;
there exists no anesthetic for soul-surgery.
The whole point is to feel the point.

Embrace the shadows,
sink your teeth in,
have a nibble, take a bite,
hold on tight,
keep slicing through,
until darkness bleeds with light.




*Author's note - This poem isn't about the uber-trendy act of "cutting"



October 6th, 2011


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The Butterfly You Cannot See


Once a caterpillar between a dream and reality thought she could be beautiful
~so on she dreamed...
Creating a shell to protect
under the bright new moon

The Cocoon~

Inside she wept
Yet,
A fantastic fantasy of what she would some day be,
The very colors of life upon the the Earth as she struggled to crawl
A slow progression; every day she saw


in a mirrored shell

She dreamed her colors, she connected with divinity
as her memory recalled the sky so blue, the warm sunlight
To the very hope to one day fly
What color? her imagination touched God's heart

One day she emerged through the darkness, the seclusion,
The shell now out grown...she pushed her eloquent wings through
Standing upon a cracked open cocoon,
her wings tested the winds of kindness ~
~ ~
~     ~
Her first flight, she the Miss, fluttering about without direction or care, enjoying the Summer air~ 
   ~       ~
~
The flowers sent scent to comfort, to rest there, she;
in awe of her wings, the colors, they were just as she dreamed!

God Smiled~

I heard of a human tell of her beauty, then suddenenly became sad
Not for the glory upon, but the time as her flight would expire

Yet, tell me, what is time to a butterfly?

When time itself is calculated by man and the stars...
Yes, she and I know the majestics of God's creation that some take for granted

As the stars shine tonight
I think of the butterfly's flight
I know all is right
I know mans's calculations are right
But, somehow, it is not a sadness 
but courage spilled upon the Earth
of the butterfly's rebirth from a worm

I, in all that I am can relate
I embrace, know her way
Once a worm as I, now my colors motivate my flight

Life is so short~


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Where To Look

When you feel blind sighted and aren’t sure where to look for a way out,
Look inside.
You’re the only one who knows what you’re capable of.
Look deep for bravery. 
Look up for guidance.
Turn to your side for support.
Life is only as meaningful as you make it.
Life is only as adventurous as the risks you take.
Life is only as stupid as the assumptions you make.
Life is only as lovely as the friends’ hands you shake.
Life is only as amazing as the blessings you share.
Life is only as dangerous as hoping everyone will care.
You never know who can be your friend,
You never know what they can offer.
You never know when they’ll be gone.
Take heart in the moment,
Be mindful to the situation.
Forget the past but remember the lesson.
Nothing will ever reoccur the same.
You may have to pay a fare but hop along for the ride.
Every experience teaches you something new.
More stories to tell,
More people to come.
Walk slow,
Learn fast,
Care often,
Love deeply,
Have no regrets.


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FOR RACHAEL

Oh sky look down on this earth of gray,
Something dreadful on the horizon looms.
There is no black and no white today,
Laws exist but justice is doomed.

Morality is labeled religion,
And must be separated from state,
Whose own religion is political correctness
And determining God's fate.

Oh heaven rain down on us,
Ae are tasting your tears.
Yes we've become that bad,
Confirming your fears,

That what has been done ,
Is being done again,
Those lessons taught,
Coming to naught.

Judges and laws make it legal,
To be rid of your innocent babes,
Under a symbol of the eagle, 
God's loving justice betrayed.

Racheal you cry the tears,
That now only heaven supplies,
Because ours have dried,
In the dust of our alibies.

Excuses and lies are linked,
As you and I know well,
The truth is all but extinct.
Truth is foreign to hell.

Oh heaven, look down on this world of gray.   
Something dreadful is watching and looms.
Is there nothing left but to watch and pray,
While Rachael wails by the dumpster tombs?


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Autumn Colors

          Autumn Colors

Trees shake old cobwebs from their heads
A kaleidoscopic parade of colors tumbles down
Pretty reds and yellows, parasol shapes
Parachute softly and collect in mounds  
Falling leaves that drift and cross our paths 
Brought on by climates cooler winds
Leave the trees in all their majesty
To become the magic of the season 

Created on 9/03/14 for Autumn Colors poetry contest


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Pockets For Her

In here I can be anything
that you desire,
your lonely soul, your heartstring
even become your ring your locket,
I can evolve to become
your strange universe
one to mould to create.
In here I can become your salvation
help to correct your natural order,
restore your universe
and in it place my life
in your willing clutches,
where life would become magic,
and I the magician able
to fix your dreams and wishes,
and long to become
an indelible part of you
when becoming your life long crutches!

© Harry J Horsman 2013 


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'Twisted Segments'


Twisted segments Somehow floated together The missing pieces of a long forgotten puzzle Found their home Faded pictures brought back to life Each telling their own story Do they make you smile today? I know it has been a while The warmth of memories Chasing negativity away It is okay to start again It is okay to lift your head up high No one will judge you No one dare to judge you They never walked in your shoes They never felt what you felt This was and still is your journey The choices you make Are ultimately yours You are a warrior Sometimes twisted segments Paints a brilliant picture Even to the ones who stand on the outside ©132311102013


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Word Sage

When all of youth flees and even the whitest eye reddens, rheums, words, fair words, dispel the gloom. When hands are mapped with age and knurled, still, they transform the page, the eye, the cage, for where words flow, the mind goes, to the pristine smiles and the smooth curves which once were yours, your cheek, your neck, your hip. Deny me anything but the word for it’s magic will soon be all that remains of fleeting youth.


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Double the Pleasure

A Pleasurable Life

The things that bring you pleasure
May be experienced one at a time
Or they may be combined
Into one fantastic time frame
To double the pleasure
And double the sheer bliss

The decadence of eating
With the satisfaction of making love
A combination bursting with pleasure
Warm melted chocolate
To be taken in from pleasure spots
Savored while the tongue swirls the chocolate before taking it in
Giving and receiving pleasure
And tasting….richness
Whipped cream or a touch of honey
Foamed up or drizzled will heighten the pleasure
Just a bit…….not too much
Makes the sweet….sweeter
Feeding body AND soul
Double the Delight
Double the Pleasure

The love of music
Blended in with the love
Of love making
Exhileration carried on notes
Moving fast and slow
Swelling and receding

Pianissimo….to make her melt
Slow slow….
Andante...Andante
The way to go...

Then subito
A sudden change of tempo
The element of surprise
Frozando….no escape...no turning back…
Demands of surrender
Fronzando giving way to Rinforzando
Thundering….again and again
A swelling crescendo 
Burst of sound and rhythm and light
Reverberations reaching the inner soul 
Suspended in time
The symphony of two bodies
In the throes of surreal delight
Forte…forte…forte

An then…..
Then diminuendo….calmando
The labored breathing of love
Receding with the waves
Al niente
Al...Niente
Fading to nothing
Peace….after Pleasure

Double your pleasures
For tomorrow comes with no guarantees
That your eyes will feast
On the celestial stars
Making love to the night
To the symphony of the universe...

So while you can...
Double your Pleasure
Double your Delight
In a double dose of LIFE

Eileen Manassian Ghali


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Into You

Cohabitating with your floral penance, I slow grind With Memories All metaphorical bets, Off Jumping head first Another solemn wish Unto you To caress my smile Another didactic breath For your silky, titanium retinas To share this potent sway Against time I, grip Rusty handle bars to ride Upon your caramel sunsets Sweetened with diabetic urges, Feening Feening Inject me towards unbridled upbringings, Chrysanthemum sentences Etched upon your neck Of Egyptian cotton awakenings … I do not want to be your tomorrow, Because that could never be promised Yet, all we have is today. Because all we have is today. All we have is today… ©Drake J. Eszes


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Para-doxy

Propelled OUT into the paradoxical pudding from the steaming pie, a bloodied darkness on the light the Word booms, arse slapped into nirvana. Blank slated breathe, suck, sh*T, die and, ah... the in between. Arriving unhinged by the social swings of hatred unwarped by the delusions of dogma, arriving... once the cherry was removed from the cake arriving and whether lust or love kick started us we are gifts… Momentous moment look! SEE! hear! feel.. ah…taste, touch, Mother's smell. Talk, walk, speak….read..in the beginning there IS the word and the Word God is … I We are... what we must be and the blighters may have made us BUT the world gifts us the Word. Wrap your lavish, languid, limbs around the hips of destiny and thrust. Shift from the never ending no’s to the endless yes’s. See each mingling ingredient as the Grail and drink from the cup of YES!


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A Heart Ajar

A heart ajar
a dream half seen
in a chest
whose lid was 
quickly fastened. 

A heart ajar
a smile half 
delineated 
upon a flake 
of snow
which in 
no time melts.

A heart ajar
a long beautiful sentence
whose verb 
never dared 
to come out 
in the light.

A heart ajar
a poem half read
before you reach 
its climax
and touch 
its heaven.

A heart ajar 
a love 
drawing near
like a ray of sun
you try to catch
but will
always flee.

Love 
and it may
open, 
though. 


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Heavens' Doorway

One day there was an accident, and to heavens gate I was called.
As an angel sat down beside me, upon the bed I had been put upon.
Such a shining warmth ensued as it held me in its thrall.
A thought from God proclaimed, “What with your life have you done?”
Then all of life fled past me, but not as I did expect to see it done.
For all I saw and felt were things I hadn’t known I had done, and yet…
So much pain inflicted to each, with such little words and thoughts.
I never would have known such power, by one person, could be wrought.
I bowed my head in shame at the pain I knew I could not undo, yet…
Suddenly, I found myself forgiven. Yes, TRULY it was true!
Hallelujah became my amazed and impassioned cry before him, that night!
His warmth had never wavered, nor even his illustrious, wonderful light.
How could he forgive me, someone as wretched and lowly as I?
And yet, he did… and so he changed my life from then on out. 
But low and behold he wasn’t yet done with me, or so my story goes…
He sent me back to my home again… it in comparison brought me low.
But he said my work lay uncompleted, so now I must go back…
He said to stay clean and I would blossom… What do you think of that?
A veil he placed upon my eyes to remove me from the knowledge of all I’d known.
Then he sent me from his side, where I could not see him but knew he was.
Now, here I stand before you, a totally changed and humbled one.
Still, I have found I have sinned again… I know he must have known.
Perhaps some day, as I patiently wait… I’ll be allowed once more within his gate.
Only time will tell, as again I’ll feel every ones pain…
All I can say is: God Forgive Me… as I continue to wait…

(This Near Death experience really happened and changed my life.)


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The Final Say

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


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Why You

I choose you,because of all the love you give me. 
You are my sun when i'm cold. 
You are my air when I can't breathe. 
You are the one I share my dreams with. 
You are the one I can always count on. 
Through good times and bad times. 
You're the one and only thing that makes me happy when i'm sad. 
Hold me tight,like you do your pillow at night. 
Why did you take so long to come into my life. 
I always hoped and prayed that there would come a day. 
When I would find that special love,then you came my way. 
To be held by your loving enbrace,that's all i'll ever need. 
I do not hunger,I do not fear when you are near. 
From that day to now,I finally realized how good life can be. 
Because you care,but most of all because you love me. 
I pray you understand and know these words I have said to you are true. 
Because you are my life and one day i'll make you my wife. 
That's why I choose you,To be the one I love,respect and honor. 


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Self inflicted blues

This day I grow tired
and so incredibly weary.
My heart holds only dreams
of a Life unfullfilled
A Life not nurtured,
yet barely a glimmer
of the spirit that once was.

I do have memories of some things good 
-not all bad,
But the fear that I am alone
is Like a fingerprint on my Life.

Shadowing, waiting to pounce,
always there, unshakeable.

It's the mirrors that hold me accountable
to my actions.
Proof positive that where ever I go
there I am,
Naked, vulnerable, and yes
still alone.

As I try to allay this fear, 
one Lonely and painful pluck at a time,
It becomes crystal clear, that I alone
am damaging my soul to the very core
with each stroke of my hand.

I steal one Last Look in the mirror
and know that I alone
have self inflicted these blues
Leaves me to ponder one question:

Will I ever allow myself the strength and grace
it will surely take to heal my scarred soul?                        
                                                      
  



This poem was written in hopes of begining the healing process for my self. I 
have a disease called trichiotillamania. It is an obsessive and manic urge to pull 
one's own hair until baldness occurs. I'm a 48 year old woman, married(with kids 
& grand kids)and have been doing this since the age of 5. It coincided with the 
begining of my stepfather raping and torturing me which lasted until the age of 
thirteen. This disease has me trapped and is NEVER letting me go. There are 
two inflictions in regards to my hair pulling in this poem, one must know about 
my disease in order to understand this poem.


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Unfinished

Youth I remember you well The happiness and the perfection A lifetime in which to dwell No worries to block my path Playing make believe with my dolls Unaware of the passage of time and age Oblivious to hate and cruelty Happy and content with my thoughts No nightmares to disturb my peace Teddy bear pressed to my cheek Friends to laugh with A Mom and Dad to hold close Boyfriends that came and went A long life ahead A career, love, marriage, children No rock left unturned Elder Do I know this reflection This woman who bears my name Where did the little girl of yesterday go And the woman that was me She only resides inside nowadays My hair has lost its sparkle My cheeks are hollow and pale Eyes that are too dark and empty My beauty has faded away Many deaths have left me alone Nightmares rock me to sleep In the dark I weep I fear the end and wish it also The pain of old age pulses in my bones Dear God, take me home Death I lay beneath the green earth In peace I dwell Here I watch the changing sky The rain drenches me The snow is beautiful as it lays upon me The sun soothes my bones The cool earth wraps me in her arms Filigree clouds drift by dreamily I listen to the wind in the trees I hear the voices weep above me I gather each falling tear Death is not such a terrible place I want to say to those above The youth of yesterday was fleeting My elder years were long and painful And only death has loved me well Now I reside in Paradise My only regret are things left unfinished June 21, 2013 Free Verse For the contest, Talking to Yourself


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I AM LIVING

It is the old man from the threefold of life 
To whom I have taken control on this
But the poet whatever 
The cause should be 
The one who must walk 
Along the concept
For which beauty fades from 
Measure of apparent
Size of naturalistic explanations
Regardless how rich your heart is 
And none of us is able pass through.

It is the poet who is living 
Psychologically into this burrow of guesses 
And paradises within him
With reflection and with correction 
Of life this creates such 
A record that commands he must live or die.


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Conciliate

.
                Who says the broken
            won’t still dance in the rain?
      From the sky spills sweet champagne…

                  Arms wide spread 
             Warm drops on your face
                    Laugh out loud …
               and dash the puddles!
       Put on your boots and splash them!
            Like a child, just crash them!

                   Excise the tears….
               embrace the out pour
            Feel the sting on your skin
          (more alive than ever before)

       Gambol in a silver shimmer 
                Fits of giggles in the drizzle

         Misty showers springing flowers
          as the spate will hide the pain
        Guileless merriment like a child
           ingenuous ballet in the rain…

               Prisms of light 
                           shaded pink 
                Glimmers in the water
     Reflecting physiognomies of the past
                 Incandescent spirits
          Luminescent white essence
                Elan Vitals replenish
             Inside of Mother Earth

                In a cycle of recycle

                 Beneath the canopy
                 of celestial powers
             Sway with the 
                                 W
                                  I
                                     N
                                  D

              Undulate with the 
                             T
                               R
                              E
                                E
                               S

                 Hearken…the chime
                  of natures breeze

           Soul enlightened
                       Senses heightened 
                               Anew and brightened

         From the sky falls sweet champagne….
       Embrace your life and just dance in the rain....


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Today Is a Gift To Us All

The thing about today is that:
                      It will be different than any other day
  Many different factors will share in the reasons 
           That today will be completely original 
  The people we encounter can play a huge role 
                          In the way that our day plays out 
We have no control over how these people may act 
                   No control over what they may say or do 
We can however control the way we allow it to affect us 
               I have met and been friends with 
        About every type of person that there is 
       From healers to killers I have met them all 
Shared meals and how we feel;the pressure of it all 
                             I used to allow outside influences 
                                                 Like these people 
            To play a role in how my day would go  
Then one day I realized that if you remove the water from the falls 
                                                     All that you have left is a cliff 
                                         And of course a hole at the bottom 
                  All the breathtaking beauty of the waterfall is gone 
All because some fool decided to build a dam to divert the water 
                    The River had no choice in how its day would go 
                       It had no choice in allowing an outside force 
                                                        To change its course 
                                        Of where it would end today 
        We have a choice, no matter what anyone does 
We can stay on course and maintain the original beauty of our day 
                                 As long as we always remember 
                                     That this day belongs to us 
The only thing that can change that is God, for it is his gift to us all


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Fame

It took on a life of its own,
the writing.
Wanting a voice to speak
of the way it had been,
was and would be,
all the yesterdays,
the now and tomorrow.
Like nature,
like god eternal.
A voice so powerful
the world would listen
and talk of this writing.
The sublime craft of it
discussed by all
who knew such things.
But, in the end,
no one read that he was dead,
the writing ended,
the voice stilled
in a forever place ... and fame,
that fleeting human need ... ?
Words remembered, written on a page
with a life of their own, its all
the lasting fame ever known.


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Menina que Passa

She saunters along the boardwalk
more confident than in her youth,
when young men would swoon
and older men were wishing 
to be young again.
She meanders next to the surf,
laughing at the sea's efforts
to catch her toes
in a rush of briney bubbles,
tickling, as the grains of sand hurry away.
She strolls, and as the sea
eddies and pools in her footsteps,
like the memories that wash her mind,
tosses her hair, face to the sun,
and embraces the day.
She wanders near the smooth stones
polished by the relentless tides.
Like days and years they come and are gone,
come and are gone -
but with each a blessing.
She ambles among those blessings
with a flair and an aire.
She has that "something",
that "je ne se qua",
and she is beautiful.


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Lament Of The Heart

To only make it so...

Whispered words 
             of change
Tired hearts longing
Sadness intervenes
madness takes its toll

Suspended
      precariously
on no tomorrow
         Lifted
      delicately
    on no future
These hungry eyes
burned out ashes
on a dream of passions
       yearning
incompletes my soul

To only make it so...

Shades are drawn
and dark ebony
and shrouds of onyx
on the waste of love
peirce the distance

A sirens song
        words drifting....
Melody from
the ages of time
lost inside a deep well
of echoes....
      Retracing
my steps
    now I stand
Solitudes chains
       Alone....

To only make it so...

Hear this song
Oh...hands of fate
your grip... too much
too little...too late?


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My Left Breast

strange it was there just the other day 
hanging about as usual, 
reminding me in my mirrored image 
of my definite femininity 
now gone, am I less of a woman? 
will you look at me differently, 
or strangely as I do myself? 

I never really gave it much thought before 
of how things come in pairs 
how lonely one would be without the other 
how misshaped one appears, 
no longer jutting forward, 
proclaiming sensuality 
thrusting into the limelight, 

now scars and a flattened ego, 
fill my robe, bras useless without stuffing 
men, look at me in horror, 
women in shock and pity 
and with gratitude, yes that it is not them 
my left breast is missing 
no not missing, taken, stolen...

it was just a lump a few weeks ago 
a tiny pea shaped knob, 
that hid its cancerous intentions
so very well, yet lay in silence waiting 
to steal away that part of me
that defined who I was 
what purpose I served in society 

am I still a woman, a sexual being? 
I'm not sure, my right breast thinks so 
but yearns for its mate, 
the image in the mirror just doesn't seem right 
unequal in its proportions, glaringly lopsided
my left breast is gone, surgically removed  
I can still hear its scream


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MIRAGE

MIRAGE


My heart,
Believing in the reality of your love, 
Followed you into passions’ burning
Desert,
In search of the promised oasis of our
Dreams
Where happiness, you said, so easily could
Blossom

BUT

A mirage your love turned out to be 
Thus
Under the sizzling sun of disillusion was
I left,
Sacred oaths taking,
Not to listen anymore  
To heart’s fraudulent 
Whispers!  


© Demetrios Trifiatis
     24 MAY 2013


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The Day That Died Forever

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Day was Life,Night is Death

And the latter has given counsel on my final steps


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Freedom

This disconnected intellect of society in retrospect
Is nothing but a retro spectrum of colors.
Gold chains and disco lights,
Black, white, and grey faces, red Adidas stripes with no laces
Cardboard boxes unfolded on concrete streets
Where the founding fathers of modern culture would meet
And write our Constitution by moving their feet.
With a spectacular repertoire of flashy moves
And a deep reservoir of verbs that mingled with words in the mind’s river
That flowed from the banks of lips as the first freestyle
When style was really free.
Not compromised, chopped up, glamorized, marketed, processed, pasteurized 
and then subliminally delivered as a shrink-wrapped, shiny medium of bad ideas.
Back when people actually had ideas,
Not just the regurgitation of pre-chewed vomit music.
The DJs cooked up beats in their basements
Just crack for the bass-heads
Denied treble ‘cause trouble was all they were faced with.
There was music laced with dope, and dope was good.
The evolution.
Darwinism of hip-hop.
You know what I mean?
Of course not ‘cause these young bucks would rather spend fifteen dollars on 50 
Cent
Then spend fifty cents on a education.
Flagrant, our testimonial to a religion that’s pagan
We pray to money, pray to greed, pray to fame, pray to succeed
And denounce life when we pray that our bullet hits its target.
The Boogie Oogie became the Boogaloo
And the Electric Slide met the electric chair.

Time is money.
Money is life.
Life is a game.
I invest Monopoly money in the New World Clock Exchange
To collect interest in fate and become disinterested in buying my life back.
My soul is currency, currently spent on reverting from the current state.
Back to when sex was more taboo than a smile
Back to when freedom didn’t equal censorship
Back to when love for family didn’t negate the fact that times change.
Back to when the Big Hand spun backwards two seconds too late.
And minutes were miniscule and minute, hip-hop was rediculed
Not because it was demeaning, but because it represented Revolution.
An occurrence that has come and gone with the wind.
My name is Hip-Hop O’Hara and I am in love with Civility Wilkes.
Reverend Run preached gospel, now he rolls in his grave
If musical revelation is impossible, than who will be saved?
The essence in lyrics is kept underground in a cage.
Struggling to survive like illiterate slaves.
Reaching for freedom, which lies on the next page.
Free the music.


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Not Yet

I had a long day
and I carried the world
upon my shoulder,
The journey was
long and lonely,
I want to lie down
and close my eyes ...
But not yet.

The sun is setting gently
and a weary wind sighs
through the evening haze,
I want to lay my burden down
and quietly sneak away
from the din of the day ...
But not yet.

I had my days in the sun
I frolicked and I had fun,
It's time to retreat
to my safe haven
and reminisce about
those willful days,
I am ready to confess
and mend my ways ...
But not just yet!


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The Evening Could Not Be Better

I fork my medium rare steak
And put it into my mouth
Everything is settled and nice
The evening could not be better
My husband insists I say the prayer
After all, he hasn’t the tongue to speak
I whisper, “God was never there”
And I listen for the slightest shriek
But like God, they are all silent
In unison of emptiness
The little ones eat so little these days, dear
With their silly ipods and cellphones
Daddy will agree in drones
They’re useless little pigs…
All of my children are so quiet
So well behaved—SILENT
 
You are so well behaved tonight…
I eat them all raw and stare
Daddy always wanted me to say the prayer
But without you…without you there
The evening could not be better
You useless Pig…


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the PoEt and THEE GREATEST POEM NEVER SPOKE

WAIT!

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

WAIT!

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

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


WAIT!

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

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

WAIT!

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

WAIT!

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

wait...the poet whimpered
wait... 

tho' fate 
would not,
could not,
WAIT.


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A Lover's entrée to March

How far can you fall and get back up 
How high can you jump
And keep your feet in the sand 

To touch grace and fall from within
Next to you I was out of my skin
I missed you yesterday and you leave tomorrow

A life spent in the shadows of lushly tint 
Smoke your waves 
Exhale the freshness of your menthol scent 
Home is what you call shelters that need no defense 

I’ll send 
You’ll say goodbye
I’ll send again
You won’t reply

If love 
Is the appreciation of another’s existence
Then goodbye
Is the anticipation of seeing you again

You and I, we’ll cruise the shores
Together we’ll settle with the wind 
The joy of a small hut, a lovers den

You’ll send
I’ll wonder why
You’ll send again
I will not reply 

"our songs for sale"


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Still.

For this desire
to someday be accommodated,
we shall sit in front of the fire,
lodge chairs at angles akin to talking low,
honey cognac thick,
whispers even thicker,
and you will tell me life.

From the moment your memory begins
you will unravel the senses in dark licorice words
by crackling light.

We will throw lithium on the fire
and watch the shadows turn red
in our laughter

...just children, really, despite our age...

The night will wane as good nights always do,
and we'll sleep on and off in the chairs,
in the midst of the other's story.
It won't matter, as it all becomes a dream anyway
and we'll never tend the fire till it gives up it's coal.

At 5 am our voices will be hoarse
and our legs will be angry at us for pretzeling them,
so we will rise to make strong coffee.
You, grinding powder brown beans,
and me finding two perfect cups for hand holding,
brushing past you electric in the process.

After the brew, after our lives have been told, 
at the precise red photograph of sunrise,
we will sleep.

My head will fall sullen on your shoulder, 
angry at my inability to control my eyes to stay with you a moment more,
and this new world, which has spun at twice it's
normal speed since meeting you,

will suddenly, 
finally,
be still.


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'Love Yourself'


Do that! Just that! Step out there and love yourself Put yourself first Once you get that down, All the other things will fall into place You can't heal someone else If broken is your 'middle name' The only way to make that work Is by losing yourself Saying goodbye to the 'true you' The question will always remain.. Where do I fit in? If you start disappearing to make someone else happy What about your happiness?
071020141352


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Unshed Tears

Slice me with your tongue,
Razor blade wounds,
To suck out all my poisens,
Sweet lonely lullaby,
Accusing eyes of sadism,
Picture perfect prodegy, 
My Deadly Sin,
A bitter taste of arson,
Burning in my vital organ,
Your the pyre that burns away my mortality,
A sip of tea made from Lilly of the Valley,
A shadow of Death stalking,
With odd angel like wings,
A Numbing kiss like Drowning in Morphine,
My Oblivion,
Sweet arms to rest in till my vision no longer holds,
Eyes neither like Hell nor Heaven,
Cocain Addiction,
That Drip of Drugs into your system,
Intoxicated blood stream,
I'd rather not dream,
And instead get lost within - Your paralysing,
Your Paralysing, Brain lapse,
Your moving too fast,
Stay slow and dreamy,
Dancing silhoutte,
Like a burning forest fire,
Pain throughout my veins,
Ravishing and Beautiful,
A voice torn from my throat,
Dying joyfully,
With my last sight of you. . .


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The Sap Turns to Amber

From dry wooden cracks
Seeps the elixir of life
Oozing out of its earthy shell
It crawls upon the outer walls
Of its once eternal prison

It flows and covers
Encompasses and drowns all
Preserving death within its clarity
All else seems insignificant and weak
Thus it perishes before the creeping nectar from within

The elements awaken
And let loose upon the forgotten and the lost
Time passes and clouds pass by
Frayed by the undying winds

The Sap Turns to Amber

Carries within its crystal the tales of an era
Trapped now in golden glass
Forever preserved, yet still forgotten

So the amber in our hearts preserves
Our defeats and triumphs
Within its recesses

Only the foolish are captivated by the luster
And only the wise see through to its core


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Lifesong

Lifesong
 
This is my song.
 It strums the notes
 that are rooted
 within my being
 These cords
 filled with love
 surround me
 carried on wings
 to the heavens
 swirling about
 to engulf
 those around me

 The melody
 plays soft
 in the valley low
 and echo loudly
 the joys
 of mountains climbed
 Overflowing
 my song
 springs forth
 branching out
 its welcome
 to those I adore.


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Departed Friendships

For Linda, Freddie, Chan, & others that meant something true to us…

Another departure…

Another wistful teardrop
Embracing yesterday’s candid goodbye

No longer can we touch their physical soul. 

But, we
Can keep amnesia’s accented clef at bay

Holding their voice beyond new tomorrows

…

It is the triangle of life’s conundrum
When we slow dance with the arms of Why
The breaths of How
The misunderstood elegance of inevitabilities

We are taught the 2 guarantees of life: Death & Taxes

Yet, only one really means more to us
Within sunrise’s incipience

We hold convex reflections with incandescent sadness.

Yet, time allows opportunity to fly higher than God’s perspective
EVEN through our limited wisdoms
While we cherish
Remember
The Candles in our wind

…

I whisper silent prayers for our friends, family, & colleagues that now SOAR WITHIN!

For they may no longer be in front of you & I...

They are
And always shall be

By
Our 
Side

©Drake J. Eszes

 I was honored to have Chan on our Stand As 1 show back in March 2014. It was a deeply memorable show. You can listen to how it all went down here: http://www.blogtalkradio.com/standas1/2014/03/16/stand-as-1-returns-wspecial-guest-that-archaic-poet 


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Playing With Fire

Playing With Fire




Afraid for your miscreant soul
While the Devils licking tongues of flame at your heel
With oh so dirty thoughts

Afraid for the flesh
As you are lead to the pits
All the torture there in of your imagination conceives
Be pleased, to afflict on someone else

Swallow your morals
Like a sanctity pill
A Eucharist aspirin swilled down on holy water 

Fear the flesh you stalwart middle class
While the upper-class
Enjoy what you cannot
As you wallow in the resistance of sin

And narrow your life to acquiescence
Puerile in such judgements
Of fickle moralities pleasure

Live a life unlived
And all its pleasure turn to guilt and reprieve
Salvation will come
When it ends

Ascend then, the Jacobs Ladder to heaven
Never knowing what it meant
To kiss with abandon

But rather, suckle to demon lips
All those desires in their fetish of flesh
One last look at the skin you left
Untested

Resist my swarthy middle mass citizens
And ply the trade
Of your own oppression

Condemn me, I dare you, to some raging inferno
Where the appeasing of your righteousness
Knows no bounds
In another climactic prayer for torture

I will play with the bonfire
Rather than mess with poor dripping candles
I will stand proud and defiant
And declare that I

Am Human





for Christie


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Before my soul reaches the sky

Before my soul reach's the sky.

On earth, i would climb beyond to the peak of success.

Reaching beyond the reach of my physical stretch.

Before my soul reaches the sky,victory will win the look of my face and place in my hand the torch of accomplishment.The streets i walked on will memorize my foot steps in gold.

Warm memories, left in the time of cold.

Before my soul reaches the sky,my desires and dreams fulfilled will unleash from a ruby chess,beams of contentment.

Tokens of joy left behind to be spent in memories.

In the golden places of their heart they will remember me.

Before my soul reaches the sky,i will solve the mysteries of life,but after all one mystery unsolved.

That i will solve when my soul reaches the sky.


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I Want Not to Fade Away

My one burning wish -
I want not to fade away
like rotten lace, dumped
onto a trash heap and forgotten.

I want to leave myself behind, 
for those who come after
to inhale during breakfast.

Not money, like my mother,
who judged it to be the only thing
of worth she had to leave behind,
as though her love meant nothing,
as though her virtue didn't count.

A nonpareil pattern of motherhood,
of personhood for that matter,
written in permanent script,
propagated in layers of goodness,
flung onto her progeny
with the glue of infinity. 

As long as I live, so will she.
I want that, 
when it's my turn to go.




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Dear Me

Dear Me,

I need you to be stronger
I need you to never be afraid

swallow your pride,and your flight will be softer
tell her you love her,even if it hurts

Grab onto your dream and live it
Do not be afraid of the sun's divinity

Be better,love more, hold on.

Dear Me,

Enjoy every stop of the ride.
For when the train finally stops...we die

Until we witness the angels dance after final day...
Dear Me, hide your fears away


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Enigmatic Worlds

The sun and the moon are
in parallel line with our world and
sister world that spins side by side;
interdimensional through reality’s eye.
Vibrational frequencies set both apart.
One is unveiled, the other is dark.
Yet time portals exist in between,
Connecting both worlds both seen and unseen.
Visitors appear through these portals of time,
through sacred geometry they quietly speak
to those who are open and unafraid
of climbing the ladder into the unknown.
Kindred spirits dwell to connect,
inherently aware through their DNA.

© 2014 Connie Marcum Wong


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Love is Pain

Makes me furious seeing a woman with a bruise over her eye.
The smeared mascara from the tears she's cried.
    Pain he's caused, scarring her inside.
Silent Prayers  are whispered into the night.
     You're under one helluva spell when you don't tell.
You're not well when you accept being put through hell.

     It's been awhile since you've focused rself.
Staying with that man is simply bad for your health.
     Because of him there is so much life you've missed.
How could you love a man that mistakes a kiss for a fist?
     He's not stable; definitely not mentally okay.
If his idea of "love" is to physically harm you in such a way!
     You're under one helluva spell when you don't tell.
You're not well when you accept being put through hell.

     Stand up!  Free yourself from those emotional chains.
No more scrubing shirts from blood stains.
     Your world will be a happier, warmer place.
No more heavy makeup covering your pretty face.
     So be strong now and walk away.
Live to love "you"  and your children another day.


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Two Days Ahead

I must try and lead my dreams,
to where the lost and unforgiving answers,
rejuvenate their circle.

Two days, have somehow passed
and my eyes are half empty.

I still need to sleep.

Two days, ahead now
and my eyes are half full.

Hence, the satirical tear shed,
to hypothetically cleanse....

absolutely nothing.


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My Own Pen

Sometimes when I’m alone --
                          I start to think ---
Had I not been an addict ---
                          What could I have been?
           What kind of life could I have given my children?
Of course these are questions not yet answered ---
                          A work in progress so to speak
Not a day goes by ---
                      That I don’t think about doing a shot ---
              To release myself from this pain, shame and guilt
           Because when I’m high I don’t think about any of that
I think only of myself ---
                         What I want and how I’m going to get it
I thank the Lord ---
                   For delivering me ---
                             From that way of thinking ---
I thank him for the gift ---
                           That gives me the chance ---
                                            To reach out to others ---
Almost every poem I write --- 
Comes from the bottom of my heart ---
                     And the very depths of my soul ---
Very seldom do I allow myself 
               The pleasures of writing a simple poem --
        That doesn’t carry with it a very profound message
See, I’m just like Jake and Elwood Blue’s
                   --- I am on a mission from God ---
God has transformed me into a poet teacher
The only way I can make any sense out of my life
Is by doing what I’m doing right now
                        Which of course is ---
                               Nothing less than ---
                   ---Owning up to my own mistakes ---
                             For the world to see
Thus allowing me to answer
                             --- The responsibility of my own pen ---


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A Leaf

Twisting, turning,
the tiny leaf,
made  it's way to the ground.
For another of God's creations
life has ended;
A short life it may seem;
Only a season.
Such is it with the life of man.
Man is here,
only for a little season.
Time is fleeting,
and after this
Eternity!






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YEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAA!

This thrill? that can kill……
Ride……..
	Feeeellll the WINDddwindddddddddd
WHIP..whip*~~~~~~~
	your skin.
G forces of sensation
	PRIMEprime the PUMPpump* for the 
s e n s oaaaaaaaaaaaaaaary ~~~
deprived

Air gasping open gilled
	life near.. yet LIFE’S DEATH**…  the razor’s edged path

This thrill? 
This thrill can kill………
Yet, composure,
	s e n sayyyyyyyyyy tion
		vvvviiiiiibrbaaaaatiiiiiiioon

Die! Why die! FLYYYYYYY
RIP! ROAR! RIDE! RIDE*>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
	the wind on this PRETTY UGLY** Harley's skin.
		This heartless surrogate horse
                          without FAIL SAFE**
			R I D E!

* alliteration **oxymorons


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Amidst Potent Floods

Though thunderous noises besiege me
And menacing flames threaten my being
I will gaze upon wondrous works of creation 
And trust that I should not fear

Amidst potent floods, I will stand 
Anxiety may hang thick as clouds above me
And though I trod through dark, murky waters 
My feet, by God's grace, planted well

For who keeps the ocean tucked in its bed?
Who bids the caterpillar, sleep and sprout wings?
If He cares so much for these creations
There is no doubt, He cares for me!

~*~


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Insomnia

I close my eyes
Orbits sunk deep within 
Scowering the cesspool of dream fragments. 

I lay cool against the flat sheet
Waiting patiently for deep sleep to cast all 
dream fragments from memory. 


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This pill

  There has to be another way
      cause I fear staying will only break me quicker
        I'll snap like a twig 
            therefore I'm consumed by my meds
             Doctors think i'm crazy 
                     Just cause i'm sad
                     A kid is supposed to be happy
                  Atleast that's what they keep telling me 
                        my parents lose sleep cause I won't just pretend
                      Their so stuck being normal
                          that they never realized they made me this way
                               So they should stop alienating me
                                Cause genetics is genetics  
                                  I heard my mom was strung out on weed
                                       before she even knew I was developing in her belly
                                                   Dad was a young Alchoholic 
                                            yet he doesn't understand why I get thirsty
                                                    Now i'm not tryna be like them so don't get me wrong
                                                       It's just that they try to cover it up like they were perfect 
                                                    Cleaned their act up before I was old enough to understand
                                                                  So now I take this pill
                                                                  Doctors claim it will heal me
                                                                     It'll destroy everything that's consuming me
                                                                    Will it make my parents accept me?  
                                                                      Will it make them finally take some of the blame? 
                                                                       Will it make them tell me they love me? 
                                                                                 I doubt it. 
                                                                          
                                                                       
                                                                   
                                  
                                                 
                                         
            
    


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New Eyes

      Before the rain came,
I did not understand the words.
They were simply beauty to me
     in a foreign language
     in a tempo perfect
that fit my mood.
     Rich and pretty ... and 
         a bit oblique.
     But the seed fell deeply 
when I looked away.
Sweet siren music I heard in ocean
        covered streams ... and
        salt water flowers.
I knew angels in waking sleep
        and watched my mind
        tell me lies.
I turned up the silence and grew still.
     Clarity sparkled in smog and mud puddles
and then I understood.  the words.
        and the rain.  
            stinging cold ... and
                 purifying.
x


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A Moment in Death

My eyes wide open, all I see is Ebony
  A white hot Light, to the left : "to the Past"
  A Heavenly bright White Light to the right "to the Present"
  I know the path of the past : I live it every day
  Holding  LENORE’S hand entwined to Forever ,Forever
 Her Heart and mine beating as one for Eternity
 A Loving Kiss : Heavenly Bliss : Teardrops’ Mist
  I walk the path to the right, toward the Heavenly Light
 The mirage I see,  behind the White Light, unhued colors, unformed shapes
 I quicken my pace and run toward the place where I can see LENORE again
 She sits there , braiding Her long auburn hair , Emerald Eyes glistening with tears
 “LENORE” ; whispered from my mouth , why so sad; we are together again Forever
 She puts Her finger to my lips “shh my Heartbeat My LOVE, My LIFE , ALWAYS
 You are here only for a minuscule of time, You have to go back  It is not your time”
  We embrace I feel the warmth of Eternal LOVE : a Heavenly glow on Her Angelic Face
  We kiss, memories of  a distant  past flood my mind I remember the sweetness of her lips
  LENORE fades away: No , NO , Noooh  then I awake to the glare of Hospital lights
  Shimmering off the tears streaming  down my cheeks


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YOU ARE

YOU are the Heaven of my Soul
The Life of my beating Heart
Every Thought and Dream in my Mind
My Strength, to continue on
  My ALWAYS and FOREVER

YOUR Eyes are my Twilights’ beacon
YOUR voice the Hymn, humming in my ears
YOUR Silken skin and Auburn Hair
The Pillow of my Dreams
  My ALWAYS and FOREVER

YOU are the Emotion in my POETRY
YOU are the Beauty I see in the Sunsets
YOU are the Flame, always keeping me Warm
YOU are the Brilliant Light on my Path to Heaven
  My ALWAYS and FOREVER

Inspired by Matt Caliri’s Contest “I LOVE YOU Because…”
Dedicated in LOVING Memory of My Wife : L E N O R E


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OUTGROWN

It is quiet, save for the sound of the wind and the
lullaby thoughts turning like the mobile she’d had,
Something that hovered, as I did.

Piles of her things surround me,
Freshly washed and smelling somewhat like
babypowder, cuddles, first smiles.
Little sleepers, one plucky giraffe, 
Dozy pink bears and ducks and lilac butterflies
tell me bedtime stories, suck thumbs.

I cluck over receiving blankets,
Carefully fold a toothless grin and my hand
lingers, smoothing the soft flannel.

A white sweater I’d rescued from a thrift store,
Hand knit and beribboned, feels content.
The yarn is a kitten, but it has curls
and eyes that I’m told look just like mine.
It asks in such a beguiling way that I 
pick it up, place it tenderly in my lap,
Then snuggle its delicate pattern,
Recalling chills and prudent struggles.

Then I lift a green, velveteen dress,
Mommy caresses a Christmas babble, a milky
mouth on a wet cheek, giggles spilling.

I buckle the jean overalls,
Pluck at one long, silky strand of embroidered
tantrum, threads that held like a toddler's fist,
Refusing to leave its toy until tomorrow, a denim so wilful.

A rubber boot is cool against my palm as though it 
retains that rainy day when she pranced through asphalt ponds.

I am gifting all that has become outgrown,
Knowing that down the road, another, unmet, will also 
hear the window quiver and hesitate. 

Yes, there will be a jacket for the first day of school and bashful 
skirts, far too short, that will hide from me in the back of her closet, 
Sleeveless frocks that will slide through my proud fingers.

There will be torn tees and holes in the knees,
late night Oh-Dear-God-let-her-be-okay pleas and 
perhaps a wedding veil, beaded with things I’ve told her,
And all these treasures will be held and then I’ll need to let go.

Wait

Looking at the bags half filled,  I move, empty their contents,
Wrap my arms around motherhood, smile into babyhood creases
that touch my face until lace releases childish tears.

All this seems too large for one who 
suddenly feels so very small. 


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My Real Name

		
	
	
	
	
	
	My Real Name
	
	All I want from this life 
	is that you know my real name, 
	not the one my mother gave me 
	in remembrance of no one 
	she ever knew other than my father, 
	but rather the one which says 
		that I once lightly touched 
			something divine, 
		that I lived too long 
			in the sticky pit of addiction, 
		that I was a high-diver, 
			easily piercing the
			membrane of reality,
		that I was once a magician, 
			a weaver of incantations, 
			the alchemist who found gold, 	 
		that I danced with you 
			among the eastern clouds 
			on those fine mornings, 
			my suit of light glowing 
			yellow and orange and red, 
		that I lay with you 
			in the chocolate darkness 
			of summer’s night, 
			dew like starlight in your hair, 
		that I was cloud-shadow 
			flying up Yellowstone valley 
			on cold mountain air, 
			vanishing over the near horizon, 
		        and gone. 
	
	That’s my name, 
	all of it and more that I can’t recall.
	I know you will remember.
	
	
		
	12.10.2013




	
	

	
		
	
	
	
	
	


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Memoriver

I close my eyes and see,
a river 
fresh and clean,
memories from the past


I open my eyes and see
a river
black and dead,
realities of the present


My hand winds back the reel,
a fish
struggles to be free...
memories from the past


My hand grasps at nothing,
no fish
exists in a trash-strewn river...
realities of the present


The memories just keep on flowing,
just like the rivers of yesteryear,
where children bathed among the fish,
happiness sparkling in the waters.


Now only tears flow there,
where grief and death reign free...
where wishes are as stagnant as the waters-
yet a flicker of hope remains afloat...


And when it drops,
ripples of action may hopefully be formed
to clean the rivers, revitalize it
so it can flow in the future


***1.12.10 1213am written for Brian's "Flow, River, Flow" contest :)


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Armour

Go ahead, put on your armour
for you're going to need it today
I stand here with my weapons
ready to conquer what comes my way
Your words are harsh with those so soft
you think your actions strong
I stand tall and I stand bold
to put you back where you belong
You laugh, scorn, and belittle
for you are insecure indeed
I will gladly take the challenge
If a battle is what you need


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Be My Guarantee, Make Love to Me

Make love to me, baby
Cradle me
Soothe me
Pacify me
I have but you to chase them away
These demons I try to hold at bay
Tomorrow is not guaranteed
Nothing is real anyway
It's all a dream
Nothing will stay
It will all one day melt away
Why wait?
Let the melting begin
In this heat between you and me
…make me melt
In this fire
Make love to me

Nothing else but you in candle light
Nothing by your face above mine
Nothing but your hands all over me
Nothing but your scent clinging to me
Nothing but you
Now….HERE
Make love to me

Make love to me
Oh, make it last and last
Eternity past forgotten
Eternity future
May never come
Eternity present is here
In this moment
Don’t rush
To your body...crush
Hush
Every other noise
But the panting of my heart
whispered moans
Your name bursting 
From trembling lips
Don’t let anything else
Take your mind away from me
The world doesn’t exist
the universe?
It's only lies 
It’s here
My universe in your eyes
Blazing comets of desire
Combusting into me
All that was ever meant to be
Will be
Just..
Make love to me

Close your ears
To these sounds of war
In this shelter
Be safe
Close your ears
To the deafening blasts
They won't last
We will
Forget the ground shaking
The world being torn apart
Tear off my clothes
Shake me
Let me quake
In the blast of your passion
Fill your ears with the sounds of me
Thundering ecstasy
Deafening heartbeats
My voice telling you….breathlessly
You are who you’re meant to be
A lover not a fighter
A lover of me
Make love to me

We may not live another week
Baby…not another day
Nothing is guaranteed
Just this hour
This moment of melding into one
Coming undone
Flesh on flesh reality
I close my eyes
And let myself go free
Who cares what becomes of me
Right now, right here
Paradise is sinking into me…
As you make love
As you make that sweet love
To ME...

Eileen Manassian


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'Rewrite your ending'


If you continue to hide How will they know? Who you are What you are Behind all the guilt Hidden behind the negative thoughts
A gem
You don’t realise the depth of you You don’t get the image God sees when He looks at you Faults - mistakes all forgotten Shackles broken long ago The only prison you are in; is man made By your hands By your thoughts By the misconstrued image you see In others eyes Focus on your race Not those around you This chapter is for your book It's your path
©101120141445


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You are special

You are the Evening Star glowing in the night sky;
no one can replace the radiance within you. People tell you that you are not cool,
smart, talkative, real.....making you to feel like a douche bag,
being punched right in your heart. Believe me, I've been where you were;
hurt, frustrated, and craving the gates of the afterlife. I looked 
like a person from a rehab. I also felt like a tourist in a place I was born.
As seasons passed, I realized that it was I, with the key to joy. "Rivers don't ask
for permission to replenish themselves; the Sun doesn't 
ask for permission to shine;
an eagle doesn't ask for permission to soar into the sky...." are words from a Zen
book, that woke up my inner fire. I started to dream positive things about me once more, and starting each day with a smile; this also changed the way 
people looked at me.
You are the Evening Star glowing in the night sky;
life being the sky. Never forget that!
 


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Hands

The trees are still there every morning
Angry or sad
The sun beats down through your pores
Day after day after day.
And the moon will never stop.
And the spirit to which God has granted you
Walks with you
Penniless or pocketless.
"Something was dropped along the way,"
You feel.
"Well it's true we shed ourselves over the years,
Pieces of ourselves everywhere," 
says the sliding Voice.
Identity is really only something 
We think other people need.

So we pretend like we're separate from each other.

The word "firelight," is evocative.
The bloom of spirit and desire and
The ever-crackling of wild entanglement

Our lives like firelight
On the darkened beach
from the young and warm light
to the blazing chaos and wonder
to the toking and smoting and dimming
And the burial, and the cold.

I am as sad as the bottom of a well.
I have left something along the way.
A small appendage, maybe, I had meant to use at some point.
The Right Hand of God I was too distracted to keep hold of.

I am all other centerless beings
Dropping things here and there
A pen. A thought. A conviction.

And to keep hold,
to press on staring redemptively
At the circling Hands 
To live in this way is to gain wisdom
And with wisdom there is always
the healing of sadness. 
Senseless though, I know, like all else
And the evering was and the here we sit

Our eyes blinking tears from the bottom of a well.
Tearing from our core for
The love and need for others 
And their hands.


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Its Raining...

                          Its Raining…

God’s Cleansing Tool
Cloud-Concerto… How Cool !
Plop-Plop Plopping into Pothole Pools
On the Grass, Pavements and On My Own-Sweet- Fools…

who, don’t have Sense enough, to get out of the Rain…
… I think I’ll go Join Them… Again

                               Amen


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33 rpm


because so it is,
he says

ashtray's empty
and
Dolly Parton
cries
for
Jolene
spinning dizzy
in the
corner
 
in my mind
all words
leave the
paper
 
love laid to rest,
I can
recognize
the 
smell.


© Gry W Christensen


(My take on "Relationships". My entry in the "Relationships" contest, ending Aug.  25. )


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Moving On

Moving On

we are human tuning forks
vibrating to our own frequencies
searching for the rhythm and the pulse
of the universe
the peace of mind
we're looking to find
the occasional perfect moment
to prove we're not blind
so I accept my flaws
and their probable cause
because in the last place to dream
there can be no laws


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Excess Red


   - The Blood Stains The Memories onto His Skin -

A Liquid Crimson Infusion, Drained From Pillars

Of Emotional Stability. Love Creates It, And Time

Turns it To Stone. Weakened By Doubt, And 

Strengthened By Leaps of Faith, Love is The

Paramount Importance Within Existence. 








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BROTHERS

           I awoke to a memory that asked to be felt through the emotions of 
An early rising seeing boys playing in the park without wondering
                  about the meaning of life because at that time life had no 
 meaning only to be lived and enjoyed in the moment
                   And I wondered
Was it better then as a tear climbed downward on the lines carved deeply in a 
face that had
          Seen so much and loved so fervently
                                 Those days when a sandlot became an arena and the ringing 
of laughter echoed
Through a neighborhood
Where there were skinned knees and sprained ankles but hearts were left
        Unharmed and the gladiators had not seen 13 yet
While skirts were still a reason for giggling and it was more important to reach 
first base from the hot corner than it was
                To acknowledge her smile because 
We were warriors with a common bond
                                                BROTHERS




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Struggle

Primal, basal, beyond my awareness
How could I have been so careless
I let the line between real and fantasy
Become clouded through my jealousy
The fire rose, consumed, burned away
And left the ashes in its wake
I still search for just one burning ember
To reawaken feelings of forever
But destruction is all around
I fall to my knees, hit the ground

Can you hear me scream?

Blatant, cold, and calculating
Every part of this wrapped up in hating
The one who did this thing to me
Imprisoned when I was set free
The water rises, to wash away
All the promises we once made
If still one ember ever burned
It burns no more, lesson learned
Still destruction is all around
And I can’t lift myself from off the ground

Can you see me cry?

Detached, impartial, contemplating
Why am I here, why am I waiting
Just what am I waiting for
A broken window, an open door
A key to tell me who I am
So I can learn to live again
Without the fear, without regret
To bring back balance and pay the debt
To clear debris from hallowed ground
Unchained, but broken, I am bound

Can you feel my battle?


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The Journey

light 
surrounds me
green field, stretching
lasting forever

i run free
free of torment
free of guilt
free of judgement

the wind
seems to flow through me 
I've never felt this before
im convinced it's a dream
but i can't wake up 

i come across a grove of trees 
and i lie down
i feel the wind
i feel the sky, the birds...the peace

i see a stump of 
a old oak tree
i feel a tear come down
wanting to fall, 
i feel for the tree 

i cry, i sob
i don't know why 
the stump tells me something 
a whisper, a secret
that's meant to keep

the secret i treasure
deep inside
like a promise

i keep running 
until i cant run
anymore, any longer

i again think of 
the stump
i start to cry
before i tell myself, 
control your emotions!

i keep running... 
i think of my life
before
i fell asleep

i see family
cheerful
happy
without me

i don't want 
to go back to those times
i want to go forward, 
never look back
i keep running

i think back to
my mother:
kind eyes
loving hands
caring acts
my father:
strong hads
firm beliefs
forgiving tone of voice

i stop and i think to myself, 
if i go back, my future is 
wasted
i won't be able to lice
freely, without a care
in the world

i think to the secret
i feel like shouting it 
to the world
but the stump...
what if i broke my promise
what if i couldn't control my emotions
what if i got stuck in this world
what if i want to...
what if... 

i keep running
i keep running
i keep running
i keep running

my mind is racing
my heart is beating
m legs ar trembling

i feel as though 
i will fall 
but 
i keep running

tears stream down my cheeks
and the world aroung me changes 
so fast
that i don't see it coming

the green field to to dry,
dead plants, dead field
i don't know where i am anymore

i see the grove in the distance 
i run to the stump
i fall upon it and

cry, cry like 
a thousand storms compiled
together

together 
like my family
i forget about my future
i force myself into the past
my future is wasted tomorrow is forgotten
the stump stares at me
forcing its wa into my
memory

memory
past
gone

the grove is no longer 
beautiful

the stump is gone 
everything is gone
i stand there, 
blinded by my own fury
i despise myself for not listening to my own advice

i feel an emtiness
almost like a numbness
where i feel nothing
i see nothing

but i learn to fight
fight to look forward
fight to find my future
to forget about things
that should be forgotten
to forget about my past
the emptiness surrounding me 
starts to fadde
more and more green the field becomes
little by little
the color is restored
the more i fight
the faster it grows, 
the more i can forget
the greener it gets

i keep fighting
i refuse to stop
the world come back
to me

i keep running
this time of fear
fear that whatever i do 
isn't good enough

until i see the stump

just seeing it helps me realize
that im not the only one 
i whisper, i feel for you
it answers, i love you

i will not leave the stump
for it is my friend
but it tells me, you can always come
back
i will, i say
for you

AND I KEEP RUNNING

i have found my hapiness 
it is here inside me, 
the stump, the grove, 
the field, everything

i know that i can return
whenever i need to get away
from my past, my present
to see my future
to look forward
to not break my promises
to keep secrets and 
to not abandon those i love

this world has taught 
me that, happiness is with me
whenever i need it
i just can close my eyes and 
see my future
fight for what i need
fight for what i want
to FIGHT

AND...

to keep running


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Daily Thoughts

Everyone thinks they can relate to me
but nobody really understands,
they lie just so you feels as if your not the only one with problems.
the only people that feel as if you do
are the ones that have experienced
what you have.

have you ever felt suicide flowing 
through your veins?
or the sickness thats in your blood
it just drips out of your scars
and spreads to your fellow friends.

have you ever had a kiss of venom
from someone you cant have?
or the touch of someone who wants you 
so much that they have killed
your heart all together.

not understanding yourself so you
go to your friends to council you,
then you just close your eyes
and forget all your feelings?

did you ever hold your tears in so hard
that your eyes start to burn?
or make out as if your smiles are
pretend?
it is easier than answering everyones 
questions over and over.

what about when you see your desire
and your hands start to tremble and
tears fall like nothing before?
you try to imagine what life is like
but when you start it kills you
instantly.

your hell is my heaven
but im just an illusion of your god
and a prediction of the devil.
have you looked so hard that the star
has burnt a symbol in you?

no one cares about your life just whats 
in it.
the talk can lead your head to desicions
you dont want to make.
but like you make your own thoughts 
and everyone disagrees anyway.

if i could stop everyone 
for just a second or a half
i would hate it to tell the truth
but for me to stop my own life
would be a pleasure.

they say listen to your heart but for me
its too late,
because my heart has already stopped.


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Human Nature

The Computer Screen Light

Splints off The Fluid in His

Eyes, And Cascades The 

Twinkling Against the Wall.


              -She Curls up in a ball-
        -He Takes up The Fetal position-


The Headset Poses Security

Against the Deafening Sounds

of Reality. The Light Outside,

Fades to A Deep Blue...


               - She Cries To Pass The Time -                  
            - He's Done Crying, No Liquid Left -


He Lies Back on his Chair, in

Sheer Agony. Stems Covered

With Leaves Burst From His

Veins. His legs Root to the carpet.


               - Sleep Grants her little solace -
           - He Hasn't Slept in Over Two Weeks -


Mimicking Womb Protocol, She

Folds. Clutching her Stomach

She Heaves Forward a Lunguful 

Of Bark. Shes Changing


               - She Smiles across the Water -
       - The Water Ripples Following his Response -


Intertwined in Friendship, 

They Grow Towards The Sun...






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Year of the Acorn

Year of the Acorn
(For my Father who
has Parkinsons &
Alzheimer's)
22/12/12  21:21
pm

Out on a winter walk
one day
you solemnly put an
acorn into my hand.
Something in my head
whispered
"Keep it safe
and he'll be safe".
I kept it to this
day.

Year one.
One candle on my
cake,
burned into my
mind's eye forever.
You took a
photograph
to keep me in the
picture.

Year four.
My sister arrived in
the world. 
You took me to feed
the swans.
Back home
she greeted us with
screams.
I fled, covering my
ears.

Year thirteen.
Mother told me the
facts of life.
You kept well out of
it.

Year nineteen,
A disco at the end
of a long, quiet
road.
You always drove me
safely there and
back.
You were judge and
jury
of all boyfriends.

Year twenty three.
You gave me away
to the best
boyfriend of all.

A montage of eras
replay in the bright
lens of memory
till the year of the
walk
and the acorn.

And I kept it safe
so you'd be safe,
only now it looks
cracked and old;
not quite like an
acorn

and you are not
quite like you.


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the moving world

humankind
f
a
l
l
s
the great icebergs once anchored safely in their own domain
ever
          so,
                     so,
                                s
                                          l
                                                  o
                                                           w
                                                                    l
                                                                               y

                                      commence a catastrophic journey.
                                   
                                   footsteps
                                        below
                                           the
                                            ice
                                                   submerge our lies.

                                     it was us
                                                                                         
speedingthroughtime 

                                     it was us who overshot our mark.
        
                                                                                                                                                


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A Girl

As light leaves us,
the truth is unveiled.
A girl lies with sorrows unscaled.
To wither and die, 
without hope on her side.
She can no longer see a light,
to guide her through those forsaken nights.
She waits for a sign,
that all will come in line.
She is in pain,
with no one to help, all efforts sought in vain.
When will the girl see,
there are others like she.
Others share her pain, 
others like me.
Her light once pierced through the shadows,
it was a beacon through the night.
Now it is only a dying flame,
leaving the world to darkness,
cowering in shame.
A girl lies dying in her pain.


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Let's Drive, Shall We?

There are different levels of truth
I climb
   Staircases 
	That 
	       Go
	            Far
                                      Beyond
		                         Comprehension
Reality is made of thoughts
Spiraling and humming 
Like they are something
But in the end
They are all just ideas
Driving to nowhere except 
Waiting to be found and
Put into motion
Heights of control
Shift to third and go above
Everyone is an enigma 
I fall in affection 
constantly
With myself
Metamorphosing

Who am I to ask of perfection?
I is always capitalized
but what if
i is i and we are we, and he, we together
make something different, completely?

Manufacturing lines put together
Vehicles that take soul imprinted notions
on midnight drives by the avenue
Sell them to the Lord, to the Devil
'Tis all the same
For goodness sake, heaven is simply
What we make it


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IF EVER BECKONED BY THE BROKEN GLASS

If ever beckoned by the broken glass
I offer instantly these scarred hands
And bleed
	Embracing sharpest, cruel edges,
	most exquisite lines
And bleed
	upon piercing, jagged, penetrating points
	brilliant with dancing sunlight
And bleed
	poured out into a universe benign, hard surfaces
	warm in crimson puddles of all I was 
And stand
And bleed
And know then –
Broken glass does not love back.


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Failure is not an option

Much to the chagrin of those who
would prefer to lay witness to 
one's failure's,
Imagine not for the slightest
moment  that our will has become 
so weak as to allow compliance.

Where once our vision may have
been clouded and our boundaries
seemed forever shattered,
know in the end  that our naked
sense of vulnerability truly
is our saving grace.

For it is that woundedness
if you will that lends itself
to a higher awareness.

Do we not gain strength
from our painful life experiences?
Should we not strive harder to conquer
life's old injuries?

By following our instincts step by
step along the very road that has 
been paved before us,
And yes expecting at times that
there will be treacherous curves
we must allow for,

Oh to throw caution to the wind
and laugh in the face of failure
invites us to celebrate our 
mightiest strength of all...

        COURAGE...


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Found Love

When first I came to know this world, my eyes were young and hurt,
And O're the years I came to know, the expression in my heart,
I fought my way through love and pain, through heart break, and much worse,
Until one day I found a man, who could love me at my best and worst,
He would drive me to the point of insane, yet bring me back to laughing tears,
He could make my eyes weep in shame, yet hold me close and i would heal,
18 years, it took to know that I would never leave his side,
For when I was born I knew this man; Inside my soul, the knowledge survived,
I found him after 16 years, And knew I loved when i reached 17,
Now the age of womanhood is apon me, and if asked Ill respond,
it is his wife I shall gladly be,
Sweet eyes so young, but aged too,
my love today, I explain to you.


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Yes I Know

Yes I know people are talking
But as for me
I'm just going to keep on walking
Girl gotta do what she needs to do
To survive these streets
Heck and nightmares
Exactly what this lady is living through

Have two
Carrying one
She a pregnant mommy left on her own
All alone
Now what is she gonna do?

Working two jobs
But a few others on the side
A Latina girl with high expectations for her money and herself
When in her small apartment
There's no room for a shelf
To place her achievements
Yeah you better believe it

A wealthy woman with a nice house
And a fresh ride
But she husslin' to make that extra money on the side
Over 100 grand is how much debt she is in
On top of it all
Her husband just died
He commited suicide
Now what is she gonna do?
Now what would you do?
If the federals were coming after you..


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Her Lover

Moving quietly so not to wake her,
My lover half covered sighs like a purr,
We have had our pleasure
And now it's time for me to leave.
But the sight and smell causes me
A moment's thrill as I remember
our first kiss.
But I must leave, no time to dwell,
Thoughts of what could be,
Bow down to what life must be.
Without her my life is grey,
At home my other life awaits,
Here I am a lover,
At home I am needed -
but as a wife and mother.


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Skin Tag

Truth be told ~
I'm just waiting to die.

and personally
I don't care much
what anyone else thinks of that.

I have nothing to live for
no dreams to grasp
only that which God gave me
from the start
family I was born into.
Thank God for them.
and my son...
Thank you, Lord,
Thank you.

But I cannot live for them.
what I mean is that
I cannot build my life
around them.

I am not sure what that makes me.

My son is grown,
my sisters have their lives

I have become
a useless appendage.

a skin tag
that will eventually
drop off.

I do care for others.
I give to all
as much as I can
I share the love,
tenderness and compassion
in my heart
with all who welcome me.

But I am old now
or at least older
and like that old skin tag
unnecessary.

I don't care what you think
of that.

Don't get me wrong,
I am not suicidal,
I don't believe in such things.

and IF I am depressed
no one would ever know ~
I spend good times
with family and friends
do all the right things
work and pay my bills...
but seasons
see no reason...

an unnecessary appendage.


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Betting on Nothing

By committing to nothing, one retains infinite options.
I have hid inside these words for moons and seasons and New Year’s toasts.
The lone wolf roams fertile pastures unfettered.
The thrill of the hunt.
The chase.
An empty bed is the hope of a new body’s sleeping curve.
Tomorrow becomes yesterday.
“The mystery of mysteries is the gateway to marvels.”
I stopped looking long ago.

The faces have blurred into a montage of emptiness.
Come and go; came and went.
I never bothered much to be bothered.
There aren’t many memories
And I am thankful for that.
Wet fingers and licked lips’
Blood on my hands.
Wasted time.
The years run on like a favorite sitcom gone bad.
It all should have been retired years ago.

It is easier to stay afloat and roam the big waters alone
Than set up camp on an island and face a face.
No problems.
No worries.
No connection.
Freedom is all that you cannot commit to
And who surrenders to nothing is he who lives in frigid shadows of fear.
Maybe I have never truly known warmth.

I walk the streets like a war-worn shoulder.
A little cold, a little distant, a little too silent.
The words I have are recycled fragments of someone else’s life.
I don’t offer much.
Poker face.
Can you read my concrete stare?
I have an entire universe hiding in my back pocket
But I’m scared to show you.
It’s been so long since I groped or even fondled my own life.
I’m not sure what I do or don’t have to offer.
I just keep making bets and upping the ante.


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Maybe The Last Letter

This may be the last letter I write to you; I am so very tired inside, exhausted...as I lay in bed I’m pondering things. When you feel like you are at death’s door, it’s not the things you done well that matters, it’s the mistakes in life you ponder. To be honest though, if there was only one thing I did right, it was the day I met you. When love finds you, you want to keep it close forever and ever and ever and never let it go. I’m afraid to go to sleep because of the uncertainty of tomorrow, but I need to set my fears aside…so I am writing. I should not be afraid because you are already there, where ever there is, but I do remember trembling at your touch and the sound of your voice; I am still in love with you and I miss you so very much. My prayer is before I close my eyes that I did not forget something—I know that is silly. I did make the house payment, the dishes are washed, the laundry is done, and yes I took out the trash. I let the girls out to go potty, and made sure they will be taken care of if I don't wake up.  They're sleeping on the floor by my side, they have been staying close to me tonight. So I guess I’ll put down my pen and take my chance at sleep, but if I could have just one wish, I wish I could see your face once again with those beautiful deep blue eyes I used to get lost in. Goodnight my love, maybe we can meet some where tonight, I love you.

Tearfully written for “Maybe the last letter - Poetry Contest”
 


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Immortalized

In an effort to immortalize you,
I gilded ocean size frames in gold leaf
and painted your portrait with peacock feathers dipped in oils.
I spelled out your name in bumble bee wings
still quite attached to tame bumble bees
hovering in obedience and formation in the sky
I built a piano from felled red wood trees
and carved your likeness on each key
which I then filled up with ebony and abalone polish
I traveled to Old Russia to the Crimean forest
and pulled every wildflower up by it's roots
and replanted them just for you, on the cliffs, overlooking the Black Sea.
I tamed a black leopard and rode on her back
'round the world, with a banner, a list of your accomplishments
flowing in silk for miles behind me, past onlookers reading your life.
I sang gypsy music, as a siren on the wind
while I wept and flooded each street with the depth
of one tenth of the emotion you harnessed and kept at bay in your infinite quiet.
I started with one person, your granddaughter, with your blue eyes
her sitting on my lap, looking at me with a maturity past 3 years of age,
and imprinted every memory of you in the air, for her to grab.

You are not immortalized in portraits, or wings, or notes.
You are not immortalized in flowers, or banners or sirens.

You are immortalized, forever remaining, in the humble prayers of this innocent child.


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I Could Have Stayed Home

The karmic wheel turned
to a world torn and burned
by war and lust and greed
and this Incarnations' need
to Love.

Tentatively, the teen reached out
(from the childs' abuse and doubt)
to the grown-up herd
and the curious word
said to be ... Love ...
which led to a merry-go-round
a wheel of names bound
by their own karmic games.

I could have stayed Home,
never come to wander and roam
an Earth of endless pain.
If not for the beauty of mountain and plain
and sunset shore, I'd go ...
but I'd leave a little dog behind
whose Love I do know.

So I will stay here long
amused at how I chose wrong
and left that Light called Home
far beyond this space
toward where my soul does race
to return to ... until another time ...
Or perhaps, to leave no more.


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a glimpse into a girls heart

if you took the time
to look into a girls heart
you'd find friends and family 
nestled permanently in every corner
you'd find secrets and lies
locked in cages and hidden deep within
you'd drown in the love 
and suffocate in the pain
you'd see the poor stitching 
holding together the wounds
and watch the memorable moments 
playing on repeat
you'd see all the tear stains
etched into its core
you'd witness everything she had to withstand
and how much strength it took to pull through
who was always there to lend a hand
or a shoulder
you'd realize what made her who she is
and what made her strong
especially when things went wrong


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The People Watcher

See the people watcher
Still as a mantis
Endless ambient sounds, unidentifiable
Does not prevent his gaze
He studies her eyes; her smile
And undresses her mind
The watcher finds himself
Transfigured 
Her thoughts are not easily uncovered
A coffin, sealed; undefiled
The watcher will only find him,
Looking out as he looks in


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Against the Raging Now

Finger in the hole in the dike
Holding back vast volumes
Of raging emotions
Surely to sweep me away
I try some comforting
Favored music from my past
Grab a book
To distract my fear
Linger in the Black Hole
of despair
Reach out to memories
Misty unrealities
Sweet and sour
I pass another hour
Only the peace of sleep
And ultimately death
Will bring craved relief.


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Is it a dream?

In my minds eyes
My enemies are my friends
and my "Friends" 
that helped me in the beginning 
might soon be the cause of my ends.
In my minds eyes 
I try to be the sunlight 
during my loved ones rain
Thinking I'm the joy
But in reality 
I'm the pain
In my minds eye
Am I the reason you failed
life's test cuz I didnt teach you
Or help guide you enough like the rest?
In my minds eyes
Did I only dirty your soul
more and make it rough
When I thought I was cleaning you
by showering you with my love?
In my minds eye
I'm rich in live but poor in spirit
Let me mess up just once
Just like "CNN" every hour on the hour
I'm guaranteed to hear it
If this is a dream
I'm ready to wake up
Somebody please ring the alarm.


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One Moment Of You And I

Azure mirroring 
Overpowering the senses
Pithy eyes moving
Upon twin horizons
Trembling breathed echoes
Holding silence closely
Sensations of a cacophony
Rhythmic intensity flashing
Transparent intentions firing
As eyes close 
Lips faintly caressing
Sweet passion
The goodnight kiss…


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Alzheimer's

In the morning, I gather my thoughts of yesterday
Like the foraging chipmunk, collecting acorns 
And stuffing them miserly in my jowls
The past is sustenance for a somnolent soul 

As age condemns my faculties
I pull, from my once copious jowl
A jewel of sorts
A garnet set in fool’s gold

My memory is manufactured 
Assembled and disassembled
No longer what was or is or will be
But was and is and never has been

Confine my thoughts to winter
Where barren fields and sterile trees
Offer less to recollect 
Empty my jaws of these useless reminiscences


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Simplicity's Gifts

Cockle shell candles and firefly lights
padding the path to the woods
Grass crunched and scattered in weeds and in patterns
of the way every garden should look
Cobblestone herb baths and sleepy old stars
shooting the breeze in the dark
Waiting for someone to wish and discover
the cobblestone path in their heart
Night time is patient and fragile and ancient
with secrets just bursting to share
Turn up the jasmine and glow in the shadows
with eyes open wide to the moon
Luxuries lunar light swinging old stars
parading their final hurrah
Flittering fireflies brush up on moves as they
follow the trails of the heart
Pumpkin shaped lanterns delight the warm eye
orange and gold muted voice
Hanging from tree limbs bent down to oblige
and also to be understood
Fly on with sonar and pipe cleaner wings
soaring above all the lights
Lit up like secrets, hovering, weaving
simplicity's gifts of the night...


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PAIN STRUCK

A life filled with pain, clearly that’s no way to be And some people couldn’t imagine, all the things that I see But its one thing I do know, there’s no one out there exactly like me Many times I feel an outcast, and my days are dark and gray Then a higher power guides me to the light, and makes me see another day I’m a man and I won’t deny, sometimes I wish there was another way Because I wonder, why should people as gifted as me Should feel so much pain and hate A life filled with pain, basically all I’ve ever seen And some people just don’t know how it feels To walk a strip of grass that never seems to be green To dream for better days, and work for things you never do receive And to wake up every morning, looking for all the snakes to leave Sometimes I sit and pray, that I could have all things my way A child of my own, that I could raise and show better days A beneficial job, that does better than what the last paid And I see that’s just a dream because I still wake to shady days A life filled with pain, it just seems to be what’s meant for me And I wake up daily, hoping to once find my destiny But I am coming to realize, that this is where my life lies So my many days of pain, there are many more to arise Then I am sometimes due and given a blessing That seems to somehow reverse, and leaving me in pain I still feel I am a man, who deserves so much more out of life When in the end, it all seems nothing to gain But the “man in the mirror” tells me, I deserve more than hate and pain So before I leave this earth, I want to go out with a well known name By: Quiayren Young


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Dreamwalker Destinal

He don't, he won't, he can't, he will, he might...
he don't.
We are all on our way to somewhere
an individual path, an individual journey,
a destination.
It's okay that he don't
I have learned from him
those good attributes that i desire in a mate
also the ones I refuse to entertain
I don't believe in fate.
But I do believe in perfection
no accidents abound
everything happens for a reason.

You are on your path, 
traveling at your own speed
your journey has brought you to this moment
because that is where you needed to be.
For your own growth, for your own realization,
to discover who and what you really are.
and that's okay with me.

To cast judgment only fertilizes weeds
(more work for you to do)
cultivate your own garden,
do it with love, compassion and pardon.
Do it happily.

As I struggle
to remove my
 own blinders
fit the pieces of my puzzle together
because I know ... with certainty
they have brought me to this moment.

And I am on my way to Somewhere
Destination unknown.

No, in a multidimensional reality
how could eternity ever be boring?
and like the butterfly struggling to free herself
from the confines of that which she built herself,
I struggle to learn.

But I am on my way to Somewhere
with a universal guarantee of arrival
being then beautiful and free
all that I already am
all that lies dormant within me.
 
Like you...
I am on my way to Somewhere...


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C'est la vie - That is life-N

It is a lumber, man! all lumber It makes your life-boat heavy to pull and you nearly faint at the oars That’s life. You lose your freedom by anxiety No time to watch the windy shadows skimming lightly over the shallows That’s life. No time to watch the woods all green or the lilies white and yellow. No time to watch all these with dreamy laziness. That’s life Watch the butterflies fluttering by Not, at all, interested in longevity But to be a part of beauty and burn That’s life. Throw the lumber over, man! And make the boat easier to pull. It will never be so liable to upset. That’s life. Remember, in the journey of life death is not the destination but joy so don’t rush, take life as it comes That’s life. See the beauty in small proportions Life will be perfect in small measures.
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He

       He was the air I breathed
      he was my hearts chocolate
       my heart became addicted
       high from all the bull S.ugar.H.oney.I.ce.T.ea.
       He made me feel free
       needed, wanted
        tons of guys try everyday
        but he was the one I wanted
        My confidence sprung down low
        when it came to him I was lost
        lost so completely 
        no guy had ever affected me this way
        I was so deep under I was almost drowning
        Feeding into stuff that later would be harmful
        I can't believe I gave myself to him 
        not physicially but emotionally 
        I almost let him in all the way 
        and I almost let him stay 
        But he went away and hurt me
            I learned from my mistakes
                 He will never get that close again
                        He will always be able to
                         control my senses 
                          and that scares me


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Riding the Spiral Light

Death walks softly now
a sigh left on the breeze
comforting and cushioning
the fullness of what use to be.

Those days when hearts
were stripped of hope,
yet hope rebirths
into life anew.
Alive.

Hoping for the softness
of different things,
hoping for the purity
in Angelic wings.
Time,

a circular motion,
transcended,
like only hearts
can do.

Days are not always
wine and roses, the 
raven's shadow may 
be heard to caw,
casting darkness
on what the mind
supposes, waxing
and waning, we 
gaze up, in 
awe.

They say that time has a 
spiral momentum, ever
moving forward, no
returns.

I think that hearts
can ride that
lightning.


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Destiny

    Gripped by
a tiger through
most of our lives
As we try to see past the known
     and delve into
the core
     Laughter, tears
and one thousand unanswered questions
         pass by as
our fate unravels
      Let's not miss
the dance by looking 
at the dancers too
    closely
      Eyes that see
the sun and moon
      Will close all
too soon
       If you wish 
to gain perspective
   Try dreaming


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Drive In

 Morning sunrise through the sleepy eyes of a young boy bringing
anticipation of sundown and a starlit night
while the chevy still slept in front of the house soon to be
treated to a sponge bath and turtle wax while an internal cleansing
prepared for the evenings adventure dollar a carload
and the carload is two
cruising to the row in the back and waiting for a show to start
that would never be seen
for you were the queen of the last row
of the drive in picture show 
And I was the fresh prince of the back seat
of my Bel Air.


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Pink Pink Pink


Pink- Pink- Pink- Every peak has its own attractions, Like the mountains, The mounts of a woman, Have always remained, Her pride possessions. 01 It has the charms, More intoxicating than wine, As it reveals the beauty, Of a woman's alluring binds. 02 These mounts gives, The wings of imagination and colors, In the mind of an artist, And they arise the passion, In lovers mind.03 Their rise and fall, Has shaken great empires, Under their cool and peaceful shade, The dreams of a child form shapes. 04 Its serenity has given birth, To most pious and holy figures on Earth, And their warmth have shaped the dreams, Of many powerful kingdoms on Earth.05 They feed life giving milk, To every new born light, Every time they laugh and cry, These lofty mounts, Help in forming shapes, When the child begins its story. 06 But these pride possessions, Of a woman, These lofty inspirations, Of Poets, Writers and Artists, These magical charms Which often become more attractive, Than the face of a woman, Are facing, A wide spread pollution,* Which is the unwanted gift of Modern living and They are also the gifts, Of worst living habits, Adopted by thousands, and millions of woman, As they fall prey, Before the charms, And shows of modern generation. 07 Many such wonderful women, Who are in the grip of this pollution,* Have brought this curse on them, Mostly because, Of their own follies and errors. 08 Many such suffering women, Can really get rid of, From the curse of this pollution,* If only they can show, The courage to adopt, The natural way, Of living and breathing, Possible under the boon like shade, Of real Yoga. 09 The reasons, Of the distortions,* Of their pink pink ribbons, Are mainly the results, Of their own creations, And these results, Are not something, For which, One should blame, The destiny or God every time. 10 Some of the serious reasons are, Not caring rightly, For one’s own pride possessions, And the lack of, Physical manipulations. Not keeping, A cool and calm mind, And eating, From morning till night, All the junk foods and wine. 11 And working, Beyond all time limits, While stressing, your peaceful mind. 12 Running and more running To catch others, So that you may not leg behind. 13 And madly crying, For more and more wealth, Even if you have sufficient, For your life time. 14 Are the reasons, Which invite the pollution,* To sow its rotten seeds, To spoil, The enchanting valley, Which exists, Amid the mounts of, Pink pink flowers. 15 The pollution,* Can still be derived out, With the little practice of Yoga, But it remains untouched, And unsung about, By most of the modern women. 16 These otherwise elegant women, Regularly face the problems, Of distress, Lack of peace, And sound sleep. Which ultimately take away, Their happiness, And coolness of mind, Resulting in strengthening more, The un sprouted seeds of pollution.* 17 Still it is not too late, If they can only change, Their life styles, Their eating and drinking habits, And adopt from today, The way of natural living, By adopting, The boon like Yoga. 18 As the practice of Yoga, Not only add years to your life, But life to your years, as well. 19 Ravindra Kanpur India 15th Nov. 2012 *Pollution- The other name of Cancer. Those who want to share their views on My above Poem may write to me on my yahoo mail id: kapoor_skk@yahoo.com I would welcome your brief comments and if possible I will reply you. Thanking you in anticipation. Ravindra K Kapoor Inspired by Poet Destroyer I am dedicating this Poem to all those women of the world, who are facing any such problem of Pollution* And to those also who are not facing it, so that their life my feel the joy of living under the blessings of Yoga. Ravindra
TO OVERCOME OR TO TAKE PRECAUTION ON THIS PROBLEM UP TO SOME EXTENT- ONE CAN START WITH ANY ONE OR TWO OR THREE OR ALL FIVE OF THE SIMPLE YOGA EXERCISES I HAVE GIVEN IN MY ‘YOGA IN POEM’ SERIES 1 TO 5 ON POETRY SOUP IT- SELF. YOUR COMMENTS WOULD BE HIGHLY APPRECIATED. http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=490745 IMPORTANT NOTE: The best effects of Yoga can only be obtained if it includes the main exercises of essential ‘PRANAYAMA’ otherwise it wouldn’t yield the desired results and PRANYAM should be learn properly first. Ravindra K Kapoor


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Loud Mouth

Inspired by Machinehead – Darkness Within (Acoustic version) & members of society who refuse to embrace the kiss of silence…

As great intentions
Wither upon invalidated declarations,
Serenity’s crowd holds teary-eyed candles
Making silent wishes
For the venom to be sucked
Out

Loudness’ waxy build-up
Making filthy demands
In delegated hostage stand-off
To be HEARD

Cocked pistols, insignificant
Firing duds against glasshouses
Rubbing “war-torn” palms
Within cemented rubber bands

Forgetting life’s lesson
To shut their raging mouth
If they truly want to be heard

Amnesia’s warning sign to muzzle thyself
For one meaningful second
To ALLOW a merging of disappointed truths
Into their heartbeats

Salvation’s attempt to stifle boiling pressures of Sangre
From coming face to face with reality scythes

They latch onto plastic rosary beads
Fade to Black
Singing Gregorian prayers,
Removing knife from karma’s back

They strum in vain to please the Lord.

We see your true colors
Shining through

We see your true colors
That’s why we can no longer love you

Placing forced expectations 
Against vulnerable humanity
To lay weary heads on curtailed shoulder pads

With foolish attempts to swallow moot points
And pride-coated defibrillators
To jump start a heartbeat, extinct

Forgetting that even self-made pedestals
Have a limited warranty

I see your true colors
Shining through…

©Drake J. Eszes


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I Do Have A Dream

Upon a fragile thread
Hangs the soldiers dream
Of surviving another day
On the battlefield of death
While on the other side
A young man straps on a bomb
Saying goodbye to his mother
With no fear of death
He heads out to take his life, as well as, the lives of others
In the name of his God
Led blindly down the path of deception
By perhaps the most famous man in the world
Bin Laden believes so strongly in his faith
That he will sacrifice any life necessary
Any life but his own that is
While hiding like a coward in the dark
Nothing more than a rat 
Scurrying between caverns of nowhere
Posting his video’s to prove
That brave souls die for the glory of a coward 
Bin Laden has no personal belief in his own teachings
His followers see him as a “Prophet of Allah”
They proudly give their lives for him
Believing in glory all the way to hell
What meaning can be found in this?
As my own son prepares to go to Afghanistan
Not long after returning from Iraq
Just a boy who has been thrust into the responsibility of killing
So our dreams may come true
I do have a dream
I dream that hero’s will be honored
Even those who are misled and suicidal
For in their hearts they believe 
Strongly enough to give their lives
I do have a dream
I dream that cowards will die in their caves of refuge
And be eaten by the rats with which they dwell
I do have a dream
I dream that one day all men will realize
That through the “Blood of Christ”
All dreams can be answered!


For Carol's contest.


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At Least

Our hearts were a veritable slow dance

And I didn’t have to put my baby
In the corner

Our retinas
became diamond forged binds
In serenity’s lock

Dipping
Your tear ducts within our wishing wells

Never
Running
Dry

Our flesh
Bringing lukewarm elasticity
To gentle boil

Every graceful thrust
Mimicking fireplace embers
Under cabin’s winter moon

Until my deep sigh
Embedded paragraphs
Within “Dear John” parchment

…

At least

Trinity’s hourglass
Permitted me to sing I love you choruses

Before your hearts’ phone line
Disconnected

…

©Drake J. Eszes


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Acceptance and Self-Esteem; Nature & Nurture

Blessed are those who naturally possess 
a strong sense of self and solid self-esteem.
-----This is nature at its best.
Vulnerable are those who solely succumb to 
relying on extrinsic forces to consider their self-worth.
-----This calls for nurturing in its most primal state. 
If children grow up being enjoyed rather than tolerated, 
They learn to accept themselves and others.
If children are liked as well as loved,
They feel like they fit in the world;
They have a sense of belonging. 
If children are talked “to” rather than “at,”
They find their own voice. 
If children are included in good humor and laughter,
They’re inclined to believe that wishes come true.
If children are showed faith by actions and prayer,
They are quick to have hope.
If children live with peace and harmony,
They discover their own Truths with confidence.
~Such sustenance rears individuals with promise and positive perspective.
~It is the gift of healthy self-esteem;
~A positive self-concept.
If nurture naturally embraced you, have gratitude.
Be joyful in the acceptance of you and those around you.
Remain involved with self-discovery and improvement.
Raise your head high and breathe; for,
You are the fortunate.


*** Written for John Heck's "Switch" Contest***


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You Can't Hurt Me

Resounding echoes awaken the child
demons in the attic beckon unto him
stark fear grips his Vick's laden chest
shivers vibrate rusty springs of down

footsteps creak closer upon loose floorboards
while steamed filled pipes play taps
a somber teddybear snarls
causing the world to be still

foolish nuns, God doesn't want to "get me"

the sting of a ruler splinters a left hand
blood spurts upon faces of laughter
evil little boy too wicked for a mother
affliction runs in the family

Florence became flop because she always fell
polio never whipped her ass
just abused her now and then
she healed with a smile

Even humility has its price

Jimmy Dean wore sunglasses
maybe his eyes were bloodshot
or maybe he was a child of an alcoholic
and they became part of his attire

degenerate eye disease, masturbation
spattering or battering
does it really matter when you can't see
or understand the difference between ADD and ADHD

Psych 101: Crack can be Prozac

Iron gates surround a new residence
protecting the innocent who peer from outside
rehabilitation means refining bad habits
like those on the outside who have mastered them

twelve years of bars and games people play
provide an education unto itself
seclusion can be the deciding factor
between murder or suicide

self righteous judges choose life

recidivism is a revolving door
of vicious cycles with no engines
only propellers called co-dependants
or co-defendants, take your pick

life repeats itself over and over
only the circumstances change
yet the merry-go-round stops
when the flowers are arranged

Why are most tombstones gray

scared, afraid to die
are you saved?
from what, ourselves
you can't hurt me

Bob Shank-Nov. 30th, 2006


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Don't tell my heart how to write

In a world where we are constantly told how we should do this and that, 
we must learn to thank them for their opinions…but, to listen to our own 
hearts and THINK for ourselves. 

There is a difference between guidance & being told what to do; where 
opinions are sometimes, sadly, just glorified pre-judgments in hiding. In this 
world today, more than ever, we must stand our ground and water our seeds 
with our own heartbeats. 

Because in the time one could spend listening to loud/louder/loudest opinions 
of why one should or shouldn’t do it someone else's way, one could have 
already done it their own way. Always move in the direction of time:  
Forward

...

Another herd of evaporated soliloquies
Flashing warning signs of good-will
Unto the lost

The deaf
The mute
The righteously blind

They simply ask for a sip of strenuous cognac
To lighten regurgitated burdens

Yet, throats become condensed with 
Good intentions
Under a cratered moon, afflicted with two-faced vertigo

How can one stand in the face of adversity
When our legs are kicked from the same foundations
That opinion’s high court built

How can I be told to write with syllabic serenity
When a rambunctious rhyme 
Would be the socialized death of me

“Guided” by educated parchments, recycled without signatures

…

If poetry is freedom,
Why do critics scream in beer-battered rings of opulent contradictions?

If poetry is freedom,
How is one frowned upon for speaking the word of Life, the word of God

The same God who told us to speak upon epiphanies’ climactic pain
Towards the same “heaven”,
They swear,
They’ll arrive at.

©Drake J. Eszes 


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In search of ...

  


      how can one love, 
            what they cannot see

and how can they see,
        what they do not seek

    In search of, you and me ...


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Are you Brave - Take the Leap

* - 1 - Free verse 


I do not think I know so many brave people, really.
Dare to face your fears .... not avoid it
Fearless dare to tread into the unknown
Fearless ... To be able to do something you're afraid of
Go in a dark and unknown paths without street lights
Small, unobtrusive step towards convincing that one can cope
Realize that you have some 'skills' that it is time to put into practice
Give joy to a face full tear and sadness
Take the leap - Self-development which can be very demanding
Approach is that we are down here on earth both to develop ourselves
Also, to help with all the good things we 
have with us in our luggage from all our past lives
Create your own life and not just survive
The one who dares nothing .... wins nothing





 * - 2 - Ghazal 

 *** This is written with good help from a very talented poet


I do not think I know so many BRAVE PEOPLE, really.
PEOPLE dare to face your fear not CAVE, really.

Fearless PEOPLE WHO Dare to tread into the unknown
BE fearless do something you're afraid of BRAVE, really.

Go in a dark and unknown paths without street lights
TAKING small, unobtrusive steps YOU can cope, ask GRAVE, really.

Realize, you have some 'skills', it is time to put into practice
Give joy to a face full tear and sadness, really.

Take the leap - Self-development wooden can be very demanding
we are down here on earth bother to Develop ourselves, really.

Also, two help with all the good things we do in this journey
Let GO OF THE luggage from all our past lives, really.

Create your own life and not just survive
The one who dares nothing .... wins nothing, really.



10.11.2013
A-L  Andresen :)


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An Act Of Birth, Is An Act OF Dying

Blackness moving slowly into light!

becoming one existance

The stars gather like flocks of birds.

See the colors mix and mingle

Creating the perfect shades of colors, the

most beautiful blue and yellow.

Funny how words could form such a savage thing.

                                                            2

These islands come apart

Gods fingers pulling them into various directions

By his very words they are released.

Morning and nights wed, but they are never

essembled as one.

                                                             3

Out of some experiment called love?

To see us form into flesh and blood

And obeying of water slowly, a piece of dirt

appeared.

Spreading as far as the eyes can see

Its water circled the new dirt, and calm and 

sometimes sea's prevail!

Birth of nations!

                                                                4

The beautiful green, red, yellow, orange and

other shades of our humanity, vibrant fields I seek

and found before the eyes of the almighty.

New species arise, what perfection...

                                                                   5

The heavens speak of many moods, and speaks

to us to know the time, are signs and marks of seasons.

Our days and years combined to reason. Two emotions.

One to sleep and the other to wake, His return on earth cometh

as lightening

And will cease the same by partened clouds and running

horseman, out of the clouds into earth.

And then the ocean filled with the wild and tamed

 A whisper into their hearts and souls to multiply

and above the sea which holds the sky, movements of

graceful wings sour the clouds freely, and glide beneath

a wise space

Below a newly born star.....

 

                                             6

 

Atlas!  the earth has formed to paint these?

and soon our hands which once held silence

and our hearts held peace! this is good

The earth is spinning, the oceans flowing, our blood passing

the woman exist, our beast wondering, the friut so bright!

This is good!  Out of the garden. The murder of innosence

Into our ever lasting taste for flesh, obsession and power

Our need for greed and death! The birth of sin!

                                                        7

 

Atlas! the setting and rising, our beating hearts

and pulse which slows its rythem by the generations

Generations fade.. nearly rythemless life beats as the dying rose

Entering winter.

Rest.


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I fell in like with you

Inspired by one of my favorite bands, Rise Against, and the song is called,
“Ever-changing” (Acoustic). Please listen to this song if you don’t know of it. It’s raw &
powerful.

“Have you ever been a part of something? That you thought would never end. But then, of
course, it did.” –Rise Against

“I fell in ‘Like’ with you”

With her smile
I melted unto oblivion’s redemption
Candy coated perceptions, windows’ gap
Seeping brilliance refreshment

Uncertainty resolution, polished
Absorbed into closeness sun
Yet these eyes still…see
Butterflies taking notice, missing you…as you stood in front of me

Strong, yet soft legs
Foundation of my face to rest upon
Scars…fading
A cremated sin 

Yet, elongated moments of silence
Created abruption’s new face

The face of change
When she turned to me and said
“I’m not sure, anymore”

Emotional lullaby, rocking me to sleep
New battles with spectral flashback
Trying to get under my skin, a drunken tick facing demise

Phoenix’s sunrise, rejuvenating my recycled defenses
Yet, today, these rays just aren’t bright enough to burn sadness away

And with these sounds of storm clouds & Fall on horizon’s breath
These grounds are so familiar, yet bittersweet
This heart doesn’t want to be enlightened by karma today

It wants to be held for how it shines now

Denied…distance wins again today
Slavery whipped punishments in miles and blocks
This must end

Because I try to keep lines open to get a call from you
Yet all I hear are booty calls with busy signals

And yet something has kept me here too long
But can they leave me, if I’m already gone?

Something has kept me here too long
Karma’s laughter

But, through it all, I will shine

…

How I wish my mere presence can bring joy’s tear to her eye

Sadly though, now, the lines are drawn
Yet I wonder if this feeling is gone
Have the best parts of this…come and gone?

…

Maybe I’ll never know the truth

Perhaps she was misguided by jealousy’s deprivation
Deteriorating heart’s splendor

While I fell in “like” with her

Perhaps “Better Man 2.0” appeared from Cloud 9’s fallacy

While I fell in “like” with her

Perhaps
She held onto the past

As I, drawn to waterfall’s edge
Allowed myself

To let go…and F
A
L
L

© Drake J. Eszes
“We adore those who hurt us. Yet, we hurt those who adore us.” -Anonymous


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My Cremation

I fear, indeed, that I will be long forgotten,
for this skin is nothing but kindling for the fire,
these bones will be ashes for the air,
these eyes will be eyes for the blind,
these organs will be donors for the lost;
I fear, indeed, that I will be a shadow,
suck the marrow from my bones
and this life still won’t be enough.
These grudges I hold are holding me back,
this life were living will never be intact,
I lack confidence to produce
but this girl will be the black in the back of your mind.
I will be a shadow, a dark place,
where you can see hope through a microscope,
and peace on the pinpoint of your finger.
To never suffer means never to have lived,
for without one you cannot have the other.
I fear, indeed, of death,
that I will never forgive life,
drain out my blood and give it to the next man,
give my lungs to those who haven’t sighed,
and my heart to those who haven’t loved,
as if pursuing the sun ever had purpose.
I regret glancing instead of seeing
all those rainbow raindrops,
and freckled sunrises,
the candied coffee,
and all this mysterious mess.
My cremation will never be a forest fire,
will never ignite souls with sadness,
will never infect doors with disappointment,
will never move emotions with agony,
will never crush hearts with hurt.
Let them spread my ashes among mountains,
my flesh growing as a dandelion.
Let them let my ash stir into streams,
my bones ingested by majestic animals.
Let them dance.
Just a grain of sand that touches
one other grain of sand,
that crushes many other grains of sand,
and we will stand as an ocean,
and fall as a tear,
so small we are,
but tall is near.
Grasp my hand to his,
and his to hers,
and hers to your mothers,
and brothers to yours.
Let us dance over the ashes
and the bodies that beat,
clap our hands to the music,
sing loud,
and stomp our feet.
Let us forgive but not forget,
let go with no regrets.
My cremation will never be a forest fire.
I fear, indeed, not of being forgotten
but of how I will be remembered. 


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Dedicated to the one I didn't write this for

And I love you
Like a dog’s first date
With a fire hydrant

No, that’s not right.

I worship you
As if you were a wine collection owned by Jesus
Minus the prerequisites

Better.

Wait, it’s you again, my yesterday.
Why are your eyes seducing my stanzas?

You linger in my mist
Equivalent to a bipolar lighthouse

Blinking rapidly for hope to notice your sadness
While your light bulb remains cracked

Go away!

Ok, back to it.

No longer do I need careless whispers.

I just want to hold your hand
Swinging life away from skeletons’ demeanor

Be my sun, as I rise
I’ll be your sun, as we set

Damn it, I smell your unwashed lyric again!

Why do your illiterate, colored eyes remain atop my mountain?!

I tossed your heart off my peak
That humidified night in June
When God’s tornado told me to stay away from your fallacy!

You’ve become a rejected stranger, stranger.

Sigh, ok, one last try.

You want me to be your diamond
On platinum band

But, I just want to be an “I miss you”, tomorrow.
I can ask no more than this. 

To be a chorus in your daily songs,
I request

ENOUGH!!!

You continue glazing my thoughts
Hang gliding your way through my handsome vernacular

You were an exclamation point
Turned into closure’s period

Now, my fortitude shall delete your dialect
With whimsical laughter compiled
From shattered dreams of old

…

An illuminated solstice
Waving goodbye 
To onyx, cotton puffs in my Ionosphere

Please
Return
Nevermore

My Angel, I’m sorry I drifted against my sea of distant memories.

Love does not frighten me.
But, it tries.

I can only be certain of today.

I will sacrifice my pride
To become a pauper in your royal presence
If it means our eyes can become a correlated breath

I implore,
Be my tomorrow
These stanzas were only ever gifted for you

Be my tomorrow
For I’ve dishonorably discharged my yesterdays

©Drake J. Eszes


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Worst Love Poem Ever Written

I suck at dying poems
Chemo poems, Metastatic Cancer poems,
Hair falling out in the shower poems
 
And I told a half truth
When I told you I could write you one
In less than six months (It's been eight)
I apologize for being so late

 
I wanted your poem to be pink and graceful
Like those ribbons
I see all over the internet
Filled with cheesy generic rhymes
That read like a Hallmark audition

  But already my metaphors are melting
And my similes are getting soft
 I guarantee you the rhyme meter will be off

 When I went to Google
And the typed in the word 'happy'
Three billion links came up

Not a single inference to
Breast cancer, hair loss
No redirects to mastectomies
Yahoo wasn't any kinder

 
The only thing research could teach me
Is that a good day on chemo
Is when your stool doesn't come out tar Black
And has no blood in it

Or when your urine
Smells better on Wednesday
Than it did on Tuesday

Sleeping less than 12 hours
When 24 would be better

  
America has more poets
Than it does alcoholics
   And Pot smokers combined
And you chose me to be
Your Breast Cancer
Poet Laureate

Trusting me to write a poem
About the biggest battle in your life

So I refuse to finish this poem
Without something bright and hopeful
 
And don't think
I didn't notice your Facebook activity
Had decreased by 88%
In the last three months

 
And you aren't really
Coming to any more of my poetry shows
Ever again. Are you??
But we still have March, April
Don't we?

 
But even if you had one breast
Or no breast

Or if you had less hair than I do
I promise to look only in your eyes
And never ever even notice
Or even think about it

And never for a moment
Would I feel sorry for you

Yes I suck at lying too...

 
But I don't suck at loving you
Or at hoping you wake up tomorrow morning
 With no Cancer at all
And that The Eiffel Tower will be right outside
Your bedroom window...

And I would be right there with you
Holding your hand while we look down on Paris
And you can impress me with your French again

 
And if I ever make it
To the Pulitzer Poetry board
I might lose a thousand points
Just for this poem alone

And my hopes for the prize will be smitten
And some old person 
With white hair will say
That was the worst love poem ever written


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Please, don't call me your 'Friend'

You will never write me.
You will never call.

You will never inquire about my day.
You will believe my heart will never fall. 

Your words will be made
Of incendiary copiers
Of toddler’s glue

To tell hundreds of others
How unique
They never were

Without online reminders,
I will be another passing celebration.

Another misunderstood gasp of amnesia
Reaching out with curdled arms
Amongst plucked yesterdays

Where were you in the weeks of our passing lull? 

Did you crawl towards remedial rest stop
As you pleasured tomorrow’s misguided wish

Because
It was never guaranteed

But, you knew that.

Just like admiration,
Yet, never expecting its counterpart
To be awoken from fantasy’s French kiss

I hold the bliss of hopeful awakenings
From this familiar rooftop
That you will know what it really means
What it really means

To become what you have forgotten

A solicited facade of bonded breaths
Ready to fall

©Drake J. Eszes


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Missing Teeth

Missing Teeth
                   Authored by Chuck Keys

a rainbow walked into my room
pretty enough to bloom
pink and purple with smiling missing 
teeth, happy as a butterfly cutely reminiscing

fulfilled deep brown eyes open wide sensitive
pensive and alert digesting the entirety of it all
innocently studying my face, yet with question
licking her lips, hungry in thought ...
reciprocal smiles signaling raceless acceptance 

blind to doubt, hate, and experience of time
wanting to thirst willing to trust without rage
demanding more giving more deserving more
she stands proud filled with sugary sweetness
youthfully contrasting my many years  

she calls me papa, i call her princess
missing teeth and all


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Dementia

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


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Soul Stones

We swallow boulders:
(lead words, molasses covered prejudice, glass shards of promises long broken)

Mouths open wide and heads tipped back
like Hawaiian fire eaters.

Chipped teeth are bits of porcelain history,
sliding down our throats in rivers of neglect
and acid.

The stones settle,

BOOM...

      BOOM...

            BOOM...

Our stomachs are filled up, anvil weight
'till we can hardly sit, hardly stand, or walk.

We drag our feet in pain, as the quiet indicator that
we've had rocks for breakfast,
lunch, dinner,  for years,
in the hopes that someone will recognize
the broken concrete footprints behind us
and touch us gently on the forearm:

"Honey, are you alright?"

(and isn't it the first sweet trickle of kind words that crumble
the already cracking facade?)

There's no stopping the torrent then,
tsunami tears and a heaving, convulsing
to the point of cathartic vomit-

boulders of every shape and size
tumbling out of our mouths and filling the room;
broken teeth and granite eyes 
until we no longer see the floor, the walls...

And then serenity.

The hand has moved to the shoulder,
forming a universal hug.

"I'm here now... and you're ok."

We stand up, together, and leave that room,
a soundless void of yesterday,
to absorb the impermeability of stones,
carrying our gait buoyant, without gravity.

No weight at all now, and barely a second glance,

but to turn out the light - and lock the door behind us...




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The Opening

--The opening of a new life--

Airborne smiles under a pessimistic cloud
Peaceful living memories, wiping every frown 
Vibrant beams throughout the night 
The outflow shadows cloud nine;

Scoot away from the pain,
Enjoy all eyes towards the gateway
An endless fate awaits 

Maybe not today
Perhaps not tomorrow
Be Free * Live Happy
And just Believe--
--The Beginning of everything--

By; PD


A Sweet Merry Christmas   From: PD


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Senility

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


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


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


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


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


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



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I Do Believe

"I Do Believe" 

The purpose of LIFE is to {Living In Faith Ever} 
to enrich God within us 
to an optimum level 
so that We as Humans 
can be guided by God 
to fuel out brothers and sisters 
with the same driving force 
to connect with the living God, 
to His existence and 
to See the Invisible, 
Believe the Incredible, and 
to Receive the Impossible 
to our everlasting journey 
to Heaven.

Rev. Samuel Mack
Copyright 2013

http:paladinnews1.blogspot.com


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Life Is Here - Death Will Come


   Pick the roses of life - before they wither and dies
   Enjoy life now - every second has its beauty
   Let yourself be grasped by the sun's sweetest wine
   You're like a little seed planted here on earth
   The seeds are planted to grow - grow in full bloom
   we are removing weeds away
   Plant new seeds - they are the sum of your life
   What color are your flowers - does not matter
   You do not need wealth nor diamonds
   Start each day with a smile and rush all the possibilities in life
   Live your life in happiness - taste it - smell it and feel it
   Today is life - do not wait for tomorrow
   We do not decide how far life is
   but we decide how our life should be used
   The day you were born heaven lent you a soul
   When your days are over, the earth will lend you a grave





04.01.2014
A-L  Andresen :)


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Dawning

When the sky bleeds solitude like a wounded weeping heart and the horizon’s embrace wraps valleys about eternity, then, only then, can the bountiful earth find love. Crimson dawns feed the artist eye, and poet’s pen for all that’s green and wonderful must bleed, and rise, and die. Each reflection rainbowed in cirrus cloud’s caress or white capped ocean wave combine Blue bloods of forest’s fringe between earth and sky, meadowlark and nightingale a wedding bell of bliss, the mornings brings…


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Sent

Dear Destiny,

I can only imagine
the rounds you go through:
each day, each night
across the world and back...

No wonder 
you haven't 
reached me yet

Or maybe you got lost along the way?

Thought I saw you
once or thrice
turns out they were impostors

Doesn't matter...
for patience
is one of my stronger virtues

Waiting.

That's what life is mainly about anyway,
isn't it?

There are things 
that you must work for,
and there are things
that you must wait for.

Me, I gladly wait

If you indeed find me
and bring true love
then so be it...

but if not
then fine as well

I'm just here... 
waiting

and enjoying life 
while I do



** Nov. 4, 2010

for Audrey's Sentimental Love Letters contest :)


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Forget me-knots

~Without~

He loves me`
He loves me without'

Sometime has passed, 
I'm still without.
A wish~
I forgot to make that night.
Heaven and earth, I cast behind my eyes. 
A beautiful sail, that in time will collide.

A tower, I can't reach.
Without the proxy deepness in your beating, 
life will hold no breach.
Without the intense shine in your eyes.
I'm an exile, In my own home.
I can't find the sweetness it holds.
I run from myself.
In hopes that my future never unfolds.
A cure, I live without.
I bathe under my oak tree.
This bacteria I can't live without.
I'm breathing and lost with out glee.
Injured on this orchid ground.
I crawl without a kissing sound.

I face the golden sun, as the rain pours on me.
Without the feeling of my skin.
I have no reason to be~
Fungus grows in my domain.
I have nothing, YET~ I HAVE IT ALL!
The friction grows and burns blisters all over my wall.
The swelling compels a surface only I feel.
Without the look and voice of your laughter.
I walk a long* long walk. 

A life without, your breath. 
Is no life at all...
Outcropped, from the outside. 
Lacking the perfect boundary.
This world shops for an appearance without surface.

My smile hangs without the beauty found in the word happiness.
In a world full of "be"gotten knots.

:-)


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Flickered Candle - A collaboration with Eileen Ghali

A huge shout out to my dear friend, Eileen, for creating a wonderful memory with this collaboration. There is a vital lesson when moments like this are created: The cure to uncertainty is togetherness. May we all make more memories like this. Friendships, real ones, are a commodity.

Surrounded by impenetrable marble

A stained glass perception
Milks dignity from dilapidated pores

I stare unto retribution’s flame
Gliding softly on waxy façade

Holding the hand of a friend

I hold on, 
Strength
Waning

Distorted view of reality
Piercing inner sanctum

Veil of peace

Tranquility
Torn asunder
Set aflame

Melancholic facades
Dripping in hardened tears
Waxy build-up

Inner core of existence

Reality

Licked by burning infernos,
Extinguished

I hold on…

Holding the hand of a friend

We raise eagle’s wing
Banishing oppressive lips

Venomous soliloquies
Tasting alliterated misdirection
Uninvited to solace’s peak

Our time is now
Our time is now!

Our time
Turning hourglass sands
Into horizontal awakenings

This eloquent candle will never wane. 

Our strength faces resurgence
Your hands to mine

My soul awakened, revived

Our orange-hued sands of time
Reversing ravages of melting tears

Candle light, incandescent,
Burning
But not melting
On this night

Burning,
But no hesitant flickers,
On this night

Generating heat of bonded hands
Bonded minds

Burning flame of mystery
Light

I hold on to your hand.

This is our time

OUR TIME!

Words set to eternal flame

Oh, yes. 

This eloquent candle shall never wane.

©Drake J. Eszes & Eileen Ghali


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35 Minutes before Midnight

‘Tis a lavender breath
That I sheathe
For this everlasting trip

Forsaken
This raft I float upon
Raging streams of consciousness

Tonight, I am undone
Yet, conundrum pieces
Remain glued under atrium curfews

A 60 degree wind
Warranting dander of sin
To disconnect its worm
From embedded lyrics coating this Adam’s apple

Holding solace’s microphone
As one
To an ocean of maple shrouded dinner tables

No attendees tonight.

My chocolate depths
Layer tears under vivid duress
Temptation choruses
Opening weary floodgates
To picture her without
Silken
Dress

But, I digress

Partially

Another cryptic footstep
Walks with me

Communion comforting watered down seeds
Implanted within gum lines of inhibitions’ mouth

Quarter to midnight
Mystified wrist pulses on round-trip flight

My sentences craving wanton vowel

Needing
Missing

Y o -

©Drake J. Eszes 


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Sentenced

They place my vowel
Under barren landscape

Sipping from cracked porcelain cup
Of an alienated heartbeat

Devilish grins
Slapping Karma’s bottom,
A quarterback’s misguided win

Liar’s prophetic retinas glaze
With metric, disciplinary ruler

They place my consolidated lyric
On upper hand
Of cubic zirconium petulance

Their torn, lanolin coated tissue
Degrading polyester embedded uniform

Mislead by “savior’s” belief
A desolate embodiment of character

They observe me
With cherry coated pupils
Through rusty, iron bars

Its frosty echoes
Portraying fickle sonatas in these stale winds

Yet,
My ambient tear
Is simply a hoax for their recycled victory

Holding wooden spoon against my waist

Ready to crawl

©Drake J. Eszes


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Tanglaw -- Light

Sometimes, I cannot help but sigh
and wonder--
wonder deep inside of me 
whether I could ever be like you.

I riffle through the pages of my soul
and find a lot of them empty
Unlike yours, which seem to be bursting, blinding,
bursting, and still continuing to burst with brilliance...

So much so, 
that your soul's light
has spread far and wide,
very much like sunlight's fingers
opening the morning sky curtains,
touching and warming
those who need it.

Tanglaw 
Each step that you take,
each breath that you exhale,
each prayer that you whisper,
each beat of your heart
Tanglaw

I receive a smile,
and chat
with that man
who you've helped change...
Because of you,
the silent man now speaks, smiles.

You sit down to rest,
I see you talking to someone,
and I am almost fooled,
since you seem like old friends.
Because of you,
the lonely strangers become kindred.

It mystifies me sometimes,
of how you never seem to get tired.
It seems like I am the one who gets tired for you,
who gets worried for your own strength...
Then I see that glow from all around, 
and I am reminded how you glean from this glow.

I see you as this beautiful ball of energy--
Never static,
bouncing from soul to soul,
illuminating parts of themselves
that even they never knew existed.

It is so amazing seeing this at work,
since the next thing I know,
the place is lit up,
Alive. 
...and it is all because of you.

It makes me feel unworthy at times,
but oh how it also makes me feel so proud,
that I am a part of you,
and you are a part of me.

I have a lot of catching up to do,
since it seems I am lightyears from where you are

But I will try.
I will catch the tail end of your light,
clutch to it with my life, winding it around me,
let it embrace me--tight, so tight.
And I will never let it go. Never.
Until I also begin to glow.
Until I too, become that ball of light.

Hopefully when someone
riffles through the pages of my soul,
they will not find it blank,
but filled with gilt pages of light.

Just like yours.
Bursting and brilliant just like yours.




Tanglaw is pronounced "tang-lao"

Where I live, mothers are said to be the "light of the home"... 


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- CRYSTAL -



                  If you think life is like walking on a crystal staircase
                                          Simple and easy 
                                       Bright and sparkling
                                    Blind, naive and dreamy
                  An angel with the wings on each side of the steps
                                  Your heart would be broken
                                      You must not stumble
                                           Your strength
                                              Weakness
                                             Foolishness
                         Red blood trails in shining crystal staircase
                              Leaving behind tears for lost dream
                      Life consists of realities - longing and harmony
                                 Winnie the Pooh with honey pot
                                           A tidal wave of joy
                      All the dazzling stars shine brighter than hoped
                Walk of life staircase is an art which everyone must learn
                                       But no one can teach you
                      The staircase of life are not made of shiny crystal




09.03.2014
A-L  Andresen :)

- My english is my second language -


Sponsor: Nette Onclaud 
Contest Name: Metaphor: CRYSTAL 
Deadline 06/04/2014

(6th in the contest)


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Whispers

On gossamer lips
Wisped coppery tendrils
Showering sparks
Riding evening breezes
That radiate off my
Eyelashes in papery
Wet slivers
Sticking only when
Your song of ill-boding
Is breathed over me
Its primitive amity
Contused and crusted
On baneful syllables
In sweet consummation
Where at last I see the
Crumbling bouquet
That’s falls
Onto your pages


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Trophy Wife

I watch your riveting sonatas
Layer decadent truffles
Upon his pupils

Leaking wanton tears

Grasping for serenity
To have epilogue’s slow dance

You latch onto love’s empty façade.

No return flights to your destination.

Where are YOUR wings, angel?

An embedded hunger for him 
To treat you like a priceless prayer

But, his knees are too decrepit to kneel in your temple.

Yet, you stay…
…stay

Your freedom becomes latched
Onto tortured leeches

Sucking
You
Dry

It’s the closest you ever
Come
To his flesh

You stare out towards melancholic branches
Cracking in unison outside your bedroom window
Under Gemini moon

A gripping slide of your fingertips
Against convex glass
Craving for encore
Of that night emptiness filled your lungs with lustful whisper

But, now,
Pandora’s Box is your only translator
Held by the skeletons in his closet

With your name written against necklace’s recycled parchment
As the one they blame
For being a silver medal

When will it be your time to shine?

©Drake J. Eszes


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TOFINO MOMENTS

Tofino Moments
 
We walked for hours on the windswept beaches of Tofino
new beginnings…our dreams and toes mingling with sand centuries old
a magical sensation of fingertips touching fingertips…for the first time
a yearning to hold you closer...sharing a kiss as gentle as a baby’s belief
taking all of the strength that I have to simply let go of that moment
my inner soul wearing your shadow as if we were one
being here….side by side…just you and I … breath to breath
the lusty moon bids adieu as the morning tide fills the bay
I felt my heart pulled to you as if you were thirsty water

Moments caught in a life complex with the debris of other moments
all of which becoming suddenly meaningless…so easily left behind
their only purpose  to bring us here….to now…do you feel our certainty
is this truly destiny entangling lovers by decree or perhaps default
the sound of your smile etching  a sense of completeness 
upon on the walls of my heart…for the first time in a long…long time..
the second I hold within my hands is all that I seek ..all that I want
with each wave I feel my  very life flowing back into my veins
I loved you at hello…did you know that…it’s true…I loved you at hello



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MY RICE FIELD



rice fields look the same except for this one; this one who knew me before i was born… and lying on her fertile belly, she remembers how the moon would lift its anklets to flutter in light ballet steps, tossing our mist of evening’s bamboo for drops of rain to moisten skin of gentle beasts. * * through incantations for creatures gathering in a bonfire of twitters and jousts, a carousel of birds wheels in a rhapsody, then takes flight along hems of air whisking tiny lanterns near the shore, while eggs of rivers crawl on amber clay: how beautiful can she be! her crown heady, full of starlit winds that which closes and bares ever daringly… i must have twirled with her on a cradle of blushing petals swirling oh so feathery, as if in a womb of constellations only she can dare name and bequeath grained glory * * i wake up for some reason: dusted flakes on my eyes collect this one spectacle of tryst with my rice field where i have become different, as my head ceased throbbing in sweet surrender, perhaps, claiming the very floor of my navel in ripened harvest. *thanks to Franco Gonza for this collaborative work... Jared Picket's Collaboration Contest nette onclaud and Franco Gonza


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Wisdom Tree

A solitary man
Makes his way up the mountain
One step at a time
The life he knows further and further behind
He wishes to be alone
Away from the busyness 
The noise
Responsibility
Activity 
Work that is never done
Conflict
The need to be right
He reaches the top
Sits down crosses his legs
He looks out at the landscape
His village a small mass of thatched roofs
People unseeable
Smoke rises from a central fire
The lake so small it can fit into a wooden spoon
The horizon surrounds him
He feels the pebbles beneath him
Blades of grass are myopically large
He watches an ant toil
Are their lives not the same?
Seasons change
Summer to fall winter to spring
He witnesses it all
His beard has lengthened his mind enlarged
Secrets have been revealed
Disconnected yet part of all
Growing into the ground
Others come to the mountain top
Seeking his wisdom
They sit with him for a while
They never stay long
Each take so that they may give
The wise man transformed
Arms outstretched reaching to all the horizons
Now covered with leaves
The seasons continue to change
He sends his leaves down to the village
Beckoning them to the mountain
Not wanting to be alone
"Come sit beneath my branches
caress my bark smell my scent
know my soul."
He no longer is able to speak
All that he knows resides in the rings of his seasons
Still he offers wisdom
Put your ear to his trunk
You can still hear his heart beat
His breath whistles through the leaves
His seeds cover your woolen coat
You are a solitary man
making your way down the mountain
One step at a time
Closer and closer to your village
To the ones you love
As you walk through the village you shake your coat
Seeds fall on the fertile ground
The wise man has come home


One of your Best contest


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It Can't Be Real

A truth in rage of insult furrows my mind
For it is only an offense given to me by myself
In the mouths of others far innocent than I
I feel the tears trickle down my cheeks
For I have surfaced into an ugly mistake
I am always inadequate in this brain
I try to shine like the advice of grace given
But confidence rarely rears its head my way
There’s a sort of shade blocking its way
A shade that darkens everyday

That very shade led me to believe my feelings are wrong
That I will never belong so long as they are not controlled
I must be careful—for the lines of love and lust run cold
I hate myself truly this night
And no one but myself will give me the right
The very right to degrade my every being
Because you are not seeing what I am seeing

There is no point
My lines run cold
Can I be so bold as to say
I still love with a pang of indistinguishable doubt 
All feelings enter in
As my truth blurs and checks out

Your words pierce me so deep
I cannot describe the pain I feel
God it hurts so bad
It can’t be real

Much like the love I have come to embrace
The very love that links to your face
Tears don’t give it justice

It can’t be real
Much like the love I will never face


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The Same

You used to look at me.

You glanced upon my ripened, caramel skin
With palpitated affirmations
Of your smile

Love
Friendship

Inebriated

Your titanium pupils
Illuminating across Merlot filled chalices

Another umbrella drop
Another hungry thrust
Unto solemn choruses

Another choir of sonatas
Filling our bells
Turning the tides
Against full moon deceptions

Yet, the sun rose.

We would lie on park benches’ lap
As I covered my thorns
To avoid your judgments
Drawing your attention to cresting waves
By our lakeside

Yet, the clouds rolled in.

As vehement rainfall
Caused my roots to blossom
My thorns to strengthen

You were poked by my errors.

Another angel cries.

These wingless flaws I shed
Within retinal waterfalls

As I hold onto empty, rickety barrel
For dear tomorrows

Am I
Now
Not good enough for you

Has your pulse’s arrhythmia from yesterday
Become
Stagnant

Will you still take my hand
In whimsical slow dance
Through God’s uncertainty

Because, tomorrow,
I will still be the same.

©Drake J. Eszes


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Anticipation


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Trust Life

Trust Life
Don't let life pass you by, 
Waiting for a better day, a better chance.
Live now! 
Believe in the Good in people,
Trust Life.
Never walk in anyone's shadow,
Let the light guide you,
Feel the spirit of the universe
In the golden power of the sunlight,
As it gently caresses you face.
Open your eyes to the beauty around you,
Take your strengh from nature,
It is there for the taking.
It will fill you with power
To share with the ones that need it.
Look for the beauty you posess inside,
This is the Life you waited for.
Trust Life- and you could not wish
for more!


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As the dust settles

Pheromones’ anguish, settle for censored compromises

Windows layered across beckoned cathedrals
Shattered by chipped stones of the hypocrite

Wanton hearts scramble to restore weakest links
To a forged importance

Vacuumed tears towards a leader-less Sun

Yet, these incipient bonds
Will
NOT
BREAK

For it was today
Where cognitive dissonance fell unto a rejected, abstract morrow

As disarrayed perceptions
Copy & paste their way to mirrored confessional booths
Begging for error’s atonement
In order to repeat pencil-drawn, vicious circles
Tomorrow

…

Oh, what good is a curdled beggar reaching out for God’s clarity?

When they already took back the “change” left in His basket?

©Drake J. Eszes


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Old Piano Book

Now yellowed with age
a lonely music book,
hidden in every page
old musician dreams

of endless nights passed
struggling with melodies,
lovely trills and arpeggios,
etudes and symphonies;

a sentry keeping watch
over dirtied ivory keys
played and loved once
by souls of olden days;

labors of faceless men
held close to its breast,
strains still remembered
kept deep in the chest;

an old piano book stands
now sullied by the years,
within its torn pages live
dead musician tears.


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The Cowboy Life I Love

I squint my eyes from the glaring sun
As I drive cattle across the open range.
I am the youngest hand, so I ride drag
Covered by the dust stirred into the wind.

This is the life I have chosen
To hear the steady creaking of my saddle
The songs of the cowboys as they lead the herd
The lowing cattle as they smell water.

This is the life I live
To see the endless stretches of prairie
The hens and rabbits scuttling away
The ponderous beasts flowing in a living stream.

This is the life I love
Watching the horses graze peacefully at night
The cattle milling about during my night ride
My horse's gentle breathing as I circle them.

May this be my lot while here I remain
May I drink from the freely flowing streams
And breathe the pairie air until I die.

Whether life be short or long
May I ever onward toil, and be content
With the satisfaction of honest work
With the steady pounding of hooves
Biscuits and chili by a wavering fire
And sleeping under the sky on the open range.


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We Are The Generation

We are The Generation,
Holding tomorrow in the palm of our hands
Ancestors deemed us responsible
Yet Today only reprimands

We are The Generation, the majority
Of futile yearnings, beguiled by what
Only brings more shame…Beguiled by what
Only brings more shame

Embellished with the nudity we call fashion
Seeking the colors of the world in manicure
Beauty is now only material…
Attire, what a fine cure!

We are The Generation, we want to explore
The tastes of the world, in nicotine, in alcohol
It’s something we call fun!
Gossip, magazines… invaluable lore

We are articulate, we just love to curse
Between every couple of words, five oaths!
Our eligible vocabulary is written in scraps
In the fine poetry, we like to call rap

Love to us is very divine
My boyfriend and I have been together
For two months…eternity! We match, we intertwine
Our engagement is next week

Religion is to us an identity, a name
I am this and I am that
But we all squander our time just the same
We are one unity, remember?

We are The Generation, we are The Glory,
You know that magazine?
We hold the future in safe hands
We are The Generation… and more is yet to come


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I know (Oppression)

One thing that I know all about, without any doubt
        The meaning of “Oppression of The Soul.”
               I once shattered all my dreams, with ill-gotten schemes
                      Along with every single goal
Emptiness is a real dark thing
        As it eats its way through your soul
              I found the bottom of the pit, all I can say of it
                       It truly was a very empty hole
I guess every story has a meaning
         Just as every game has a price
              If you look closely at me, you’ll be able to see
                      A lifetime of pain in my advice
Oppression is a real dark word
        Regardless of how the word is used
                 If you’re in the shadow of it, the bottom the pit
                          You know what it means to be abused
For years I walked in the shadows
      I had nothing but hatred for the Son
                I just couldn’t see, why it had to be
                        All the things in my life that had been done
If you were to look into my eyes
      And read all the stories they have to tell
            All you would be able to see, is pain and misery
                   A shadow that was in a living hell
I know all about oppression
     For it rolls upon the shores of hate
        I once looked in the mirror to see, a ghost living in me
             Just a skeleton walking through his fate
I also know all about redemption
     Behind every shadow there rest some form of light
                   With in the breath of a prayer, I learned how to care
                           Thus changing the course of my plight
Every story has a meaning
        There is a way to right any wrong
                Grasp to the light, and then hold on tight
                          As you search for the meaning of your song
My song once was heavy metal
         I truly loved to bang my head
                 An empty soul, with a bottomless hole
                          A never-ending hunger to be fed
Now my song is a ballad
        A story that is full of hope and love
                I learned how to pray, and give it away
                       Accepting grace from the Lord above
Oppression crosses our paths everyday
        It is everywhere to see
                You know what’s right, learn to stand and fight
                       You will have learned to be all that you can be
 

Written for the "Oppression of the Soul Contest)


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Of Rabbits and Raven


Rabbits always digging, 
digging deeper, cutting into truth's marrow....


We screwed a mirror into the ceiling
of the Temple in our skulls,
jumped up through it,
discovered a world turned backwards,
sideways, upside-down.
The deeper we dig,
the higher we climb,
the rabbit hole stretches forever on.

And I smile.

An Alchemical wedding, 
an Illuminated union
shedding light upon ancient footsteps
moving into the future -
a vow of: "From before our birth,
and even after death, into a new birth."

Immersions,
conversions,
inversions merging, 
joining into a Sacred Shield.

We dine upon postcards of the Nativity,
steaming off faded stamps,
adding a fresh coat of colour,
chuckling at Raven stealing
the Gold, Frankincense and Myrrh.
O what a Trickster!

Raven drops pearls into our eyes,
tastes the sun as lemon wedges,
passes on the seeds to us.
We water seedlings with tears
of vulnerability and fading fears,
feeling shoots sprout into trees,
feeling unfolding mysteries.

The ancient footsteps 
ignite a futuristic beat.
Above, 
cities burn,
the world is on fire,
but the drums do not cease
as we keep jumping through mirrors.

Mirrors reflected in dilated pupils,
dilated pupils reflected in mirrors.
No matter the course,
stars shine on,
shine with souls,
souls become stars,
stars are seeds for even more trees,

and pearls continue to drop into our eyes
as we navigate the twisting burrow,
meandering along a path where Raven flies.









July 8th, 2012


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Moving Lightly

I move lightly at sixty,
a little less than the max.
Any faster, and the sunflower shells I spit
blow back in my face,
and any slower and the driver behind
becomes too distressed.

I move lightly at sixty,
homeward through the rural landscape,
past barns and combines,
engine humming, without straining,
secure that I need not be anywhere,
or anything, but myself.

I move lightly at sixty,
through the longer shadows of fall,
short days and warm afternoons,
trees variegated with the leafy
nostalgias of the year past,
and the years before.

I move lightly at sixty,
the old van's engine drones
as I "OM", indistinguishable
one from the other, both well worn,
and oblivious of the
years we show.

I move lightly at sixty,
no longer with a need to lie,
or prevaricate,
in love with every woman I see,
and no longer afraid
to say so.

I move lightly at sixty,
in love with the journey,
rather than the goal.
In love with the moment
rather than the hour and 
the need to mark it.

I move lightly at sixty,
bemused by public anger over
a rappers words, knowing they
are far less harmful
than the blood shed
in my time.

I move lightly at sixty,
ready to gear down if necessary,
still able to speed up if needed
to avoid the hazards
of an overactive ego
and libido.

I move lightly at sixty,
content to be alone,
joyful to have company,
regretting neither,
thankful for old friends,
and old loves.

I move lightly at sixty,
finding that not acting,
is as important as the act,
knowing that one can be undone,
and the other, can't.

I move lightly at sixty,
like a comfortable breeze
on a fall day, a thermal for a bird,
uplift for a friend,
a drying wind for a
tearful cheek.


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- Darkness and Demons -


    Defence was
    built up over
    many years and
    impermeable
    Nobody knew
    about the secrets
    Your life painting
    in beautiful colors
    so that it is
    nice to admire
    by others
    Fragile as
    butterfly's wings
    but no illusion
    Love restricted
    From subject to object
    in just a moment
    To meet the knife edge of the gaze 
    When we look at each other
    The truth
    Bury your demons
    Make meaningful choices
    The values of life must be harvested






    20.04.2014
    A-L Andresen :)


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Drowning Deeply in LOVE

                Lips touch the tip of morning with the awakening
             of thine eyes,
           accompanied 
           by inexhaustible
            thoughts of only 
             you. Drifting away
              from abed, thoughts
              trace in tandem with
             thy body in lost sight
           within the flat-bottomed
         vessel. Water pouring
       down accreting to the
     seductive oils
     forming to
      crystallized
        foam.
          Drowning
            deeply
               in
                 Love.


Pace, G
INK-U-SCRIPT

08-02-2012


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The Grand Reunion

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

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

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

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

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


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Do You Ever Think of Me

Do you ever think of me,
though much time has passed and
we have not talked, we have not met?
Do you ever wonder how I am,
what I've done, where I've been?
Do you ever picture in your mind
how the years have changed my face,
lined my brow, slowed my pace?
I often think of you, as you were,
when I'm blue...how we two
would talk the night away then
greet the day with smiles and laughter --
ready to face the roads ahead,
the crooked miles we'd walk alone --
but, after, waiting to relax again,
to smile once more, trusting that
we'd meet some time and talk till day,
with nothing changed that counts at all...
still all smiles, all hugs, all laughter.


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TO ALL MY SOUPER FRIENDS

I wanted to thank each of you personally,but there are to many
of you so I am writing this to all who have been willing to put up
with my sad and dark poems and all the kind comments you have
made.I have been overwhelmed with friendship since I joined the soup.
I never knew there were people like all of you out there,but I have
discovered that there is.I have struggled all my life with depression,
and other mental illnesses.My outlook on life is said through
my poems.I don't know myself when I will decide I can't take the pain
anymore.It is a day to day struggle for me.HG,you asked me how could
you write a suicide poem and not die?I can't answer that question,
and Douglas Ace you asked what our friendship means to me?That I
can answer.It means more than anything to me and your kind and 
gentle words are all taken to heart.Linda Marie has also helped through
my trying times.Jeralynn Clark,and James Fraser, wrote a poem for me,
which I appreciate more than words can say.I wanted to write this to
everyone and I hope you all get everything you ask for.I can't keep
fighting the feelings that I feel about ending it all.It is a day after day
feeling and I am tired.I will watch over all of you.I just can't hold on
to the future when all I think about is the past.You all think I need
help and I agree ,but have yet to find the help that is going to change
the way I feel.Please read my poem Is There A Heaven.When I find
out you all will be the first to know.I must go now and I hope you
all can understand why.Thank you I know isn't enough but I don't know 
what else to say to show how much you all meant to me.Peace and 
Love to all of you.Pray for me.

                                                     YOUR SOUPER FRIEND,
                                                       Colleen Marie Bono


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What Is Or Is It

                                            What is ? ----- Is it ?



                                            What is happiness ?
                          A hot summer day, walk barefoot in cool grass
                             Picking a large bouquet of summer flowers
                                     and then merge a flower crown
                                       Maybe get a good advice of
                               flower Daisies : love me, love me not,
                                          love me, love me not.......


                                             What is happiness ?
                                      Listen to the frogs love song
                                    by the small pond in the woods
                            Enjoy a fantastic and very light spider webs
                                    Who can do better than the spider
                                         See the raindrops on a leaf,
                            which glistens in the sun shining like jewels
                              Meadow which is full of yellow dots when
                                     Buttercup is smiling and nodding


                                              What is happiness ?
                                       Hand in hand on charity trail
                                               be giddy with love
                              A tender and gently kiss of the one you loved
                                   The dream of a family, have children
                                    and experience that new life is born
                                  Living life together for better or worse
                                    and that the device love never ends


                                   Happiness for me is that you are here








03.05.2012
A-L Andresen



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Broken England

Broken England
By Steven Cooke

My Brave ancestors of England,
Look away, for I offend thee.

For your England is no more.
Decay eats away at this fallen empire.
Your people divided,
Its laws weakened by Europe’s power.
Its leadership, protecting the few.
The fresh air of your Country gone,
Only the stench of anarchy remains
Heroes of The Somme look away for I offend thee.

Stock Market Parasites, take without producing
Corporations overwhelm, the weak,
Without paying their due.
Their off shore havens digest the life blood of this once great nation,
Leaving the scraps of minimum wage for the masses to beg. 
The dead of Pashendale look away for I offend thee.

Government legislate to keep us in bondage to 66
Over the hill at 50, to wonder the dole queues
Youth denied education, 
Universities at a price,
Qualifications for the chosen few,
Unemployment, for the poor.
Our brothers of Gallipoli look away for I offend thee.

Our Cities are in pain.
Hopeless lives, with hopeless dreams,
Hopeless choices, drugs, crime,
Or silence behind closed doors.
Babies born to fail,
Children, exposed to depression and chips.
The ghosts of Arnhem look away for I offend thee.

A voice in the darkness, shouts its rage
The iron curtain of youth descends on England
This is no Lennon revolution,
This is youth with no future, abandoned by government
No rules here to obey, No Civic pride,
 No sense of History, no Country to protect
The Saviours of Goose green look away for I offend thee

But fat cats beware, for there is a dream,
That cannot be bought.
A warning from history.
A country cannot go forward,
Without learning from the past.

Your greed will self destruct
Your Paradise a lie
For a Dangerous wind now blows,
And common sense, will fail.
For England is Broken,
And life will never be the same,
In England’s green and pleasant land.
Now It is my turn to look away, 
for you see this offends me too.



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My Dreams

I want to dream
Like flying across the sky
Finding out greater heights
Seeing others view of reality
And be one with the sky.

I want to dream 
Swimming underneath the ocean
Searching water creatures
Fishes, clamps, and corals
Discern what their importance’s are
In our existence and health.

I want to dream
Walking underneath the ground
Exploring things that make us
Wealthy and abundant
Seeing the sources of gold, diamond
And any mineral alike.

I want to dream all my life
To enjoy everything
With my dream Self
As I always know
It’s another form of my reality.


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Me, Myself and I

I thought of things each day
As if they were stream of events
Through my mind away
More scenes I kept
Within my soul blemished
Haunted and reminiscent
Each action that pricked
My inner being in the wilderness
Of its fruition bestowed
For those who deserved
To savor the sumptuous breed
Of nature who spoke
Within the collective cells
That circumscribed
The essence of my existence
I created everything
That pleased and hurt me at once
But it was just fragment
Of essential things
Needed to propel my desires
To become who I am
And be one with everything.


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Bouquet Of Peace

A delicate pink rose brings me a new voice A bright red rose takes my breath away A yellow rose melts my heart like no other A white rose shows me the purity of life A rose bouquet of peace to share with all
Entry into contest of Moses New Contest: New or Old poems, Beautiful, 10 lines or less 2nd Place Winner


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Without You

Another emerald leaf
Tumbles

Her desolation
Eve of sinful revelation

Whisper’s entrails
Swaying flat on asphalt conundrums

Her dismissive solidarity
Holding of hands
Eyes, opposite

Kisses
Like desert nights under hollow rain

Drizzled animosity,
Tomorrow she’ll tell me she loves me
Without calling me, “baby”

Lover’s pacifier, unwashed

Winds of remembrance
Shut away in Pandora’s tossed box

For I, kneel
Towards angelic genesis
With diamond clarity

Embrace of cupid’s incipience

Where
I 
R    e      m       o       v           e
You

My voice ascends
Into constellation octaves

Now
Without
You

©Drake J. Eszes


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Before I go home

8:00 am

I listen to hums of 70 degree air conditioned whispers.

Playful, chirping birds swing across damp meadows
Under humidity’s gentle fog

‘Tis a silent morning, 5 days in the making

A gentle reflection upon my minutes,
Absorbing breaths of home

So much laughter
So much joy
So much food

Even a miniscule side of frustration’s true colors,
Amusing attempts to sludge my momentum

My friends made themselves known.

The others become answered insignificance.

My beating heart couldn’t be more grateful. 

My pupils reflect upon final nights’ splendor,
While they write lessons upon life’s chalkboard

Fury of Salsa & Disco beats
Pulsate across my spongy cerebellum
Holding hands with my Mother in proprietary motions

The whites of my eyes become silver injected pools of serenity.

What more could I ask for?

I listen for 8 & 4 year old footsteps to silently speak
Exacerbated adoration, filling my smile with electric permanence

In these silent, reflecting moments before I pack my bag, my soul’s window
Prepares…

…I await aromas of a Puerto Rican brunch
Before I go home

I await touches of a gentle waterfall against my cheek
Before I go home

I await exemplary wishes from roots of family tree to return tomorrow
Before I go home

And, after these shedding tears & resilient smiles are embedded within,
I await the reckoning that will shake foundations into Ionosphere grins

When I
Return home

8:30 am

©Drake J. Eszes


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The 'End' in Friend

I, treasure you.

But, would you stay if I ever said goodbye?

Would inferno’s pilot light succumb to your tears
Knowing tomorrow’s uncertainty
Is our greatest fear?

Would my ill-timed laughter
Make you cringe in disgust
Changing your perception against my heart?

Would you
Hold me
As we wade through baptismal waters of sin
Without bruises from cedar scented crosses?

Can I count the ways
You would be my exhale
When insanity chokes the living within

The living, within!

Within cracked glasshouses
Covered by umbrella’s demise

Would you come to despise
My true colors
Shaded in blues & violets?

Would I need to come to your rescue
After you’ve kicked me when I’m down?

I WOULD!
I WOULD CRAWL WITHOUT YAWN’S FATIGUE!

I would sacrifice my Agnostic flesh
To become a new believer
Born-again
Within YOU!

I would remove my 3rd eye to present what I see in you!
I would become your contact lens that you’ll never have to remove!

I would taste degradation
Simmering in a gentle broil around my arms
And season you with my smiles
Just to make it through choke-holds of a Winter solstice!

I would become your handsome error
Hoping we can write each others wrongs!

I, treasure you.

But,
Would you be there upon last dance’s syllabic end?

My friend, 
I’ll wait by this stainless steel chair.

Embracing the “never-say-never”…

…because, with you, my humanity is willing to believe in forever.

© - 4/22/2013
Submitted for the “What a Friend really is” Contest, sponsored by Becca Lucas; Won 5th place. 


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Fall of a Melancholic

Tracing back…
that is what I am doing now,
just tracing back
along this woodland path,
in an attempt to grasp remnants
of a time 
when I felt so alive, yet dying.

Thoughts and memories,
they fall  like these leaves,
a melange of confusion, beauty and frailty

Swept away by the wind, scattered
or swept into a pile, unified.

Either way, they can be stomped on,
brittle leaves crushed into a satisfying crunch.

All around me, 
there’s a profusion of vermilion, gold and copper
but those reds have always been my favorite—
so alive, yet can also mean bleeding.

I see a pumpkin carved out, 
a creepy smile adorning its face
A chuckle escapes from my lips,
remembering that time 
when laughter lived in harmony
with love.

Now, I am not sure anymore…
Because how can something 
that had so much hope, so verdant,
change?

I am a fool, for the answers 
are so obvious—
I only need to look at these leaves.

So much like our lives, these seasons…

Not very long,
I will be staring up at argentine skies.

The thought of it gives me chills—
I pray for spring.



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Make Change

She says, "Love can be a murderer, if one is not willing to change."

But if he calls her tonight, 
she will be walking on air.

He says, "Love can be a murderer, a cold-hearted mistress."

And if she crawls into his bed tonight, 
he will burn up from within.


Love can be a murderer,
a tear filled song of lost memories.
So keep sliding those dimes into the jukebox, baby,
and dance with yourself by standing still.

Keep dropping those dimes into the jukebox, baby,
and break the promises yet again.
Can't change if you are giving away the change,
by sliding those dimes into the jukebox, can you?

Tonight, there has to be a last call in the bar,
and the jukebox will sit in shadow,
waiting for you to come back tomorrow
with another pocket full of change to squander.


"I can change, I can make change, I can make change....I can change!"


The bar empties out
and the front doors are locked,
as an old barmaid begins mopping the floor.


She hums happily to herself: 


"I stopped sliding dimes into the jukebox, my sweet Geppetto,
my heart is no longer dried and wooden."

"I stopped dropping dimes into the jukebox, baby,
false love can murder me no more."


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A Girl Who Sells Peanuts

She floats on the saffron shore,
Holding a bamboo basket.
Her heart beats 
Within the shelter
Of peanut shells.

Toys and textbooks ;
Picnics and pampering s ; 
All collided on a roadside wall,
But death dropped her to be tossed.

The girl in a dirty frock –
She sells parched peanuts
For coins and eye pricks.

“Peanuts”, “Peanuts” – her withered call
Haunts her parents in the dungeon of a grave.

Her pale figure walks away with Time Teacher.

FABIYAS M V


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Legendary Lady Leaders I salute you

I am like
Cleopatra
embraced by serpents many
fear
always trying something new
and dramatic with my
hair
I am like
Eva Patrón
growing up with a painful family
getting lost in movies
thinking of my own
hypnotizing when I speak
First lady of Argentina
meeting you, after death
would be a treat
a nervous habit, of nibbling
on my jewelry
the similarities, between us
gave me a sense of foolery
I am like
Wilma Mankiller
Chief of the Cherokee Tribe
for ten years
fighting against Native stereotypes
despite such distress
enemies did stress
promoting to ‘be of good mind’
you were a leader, of your time
an advocator for women
that they may grow up
and become chief
as a child, you wondered
the forests, like me
not the streets
I am like
Aung San Suu Kyi
wearing three types of 
flowers in your hair
feeling at times like a 
‘splinter of glass, sharp, glinting
power to defend itself against hands
that try to crush’
winner of a Nobel Peace Prize, 
for courage, was
a must
I am like
Catherine The Great
a love to laugh,
coffee, and feeling compelled
to always fill abandoned blank
sheets of paper
you were a Royal Russian Empress,with
not one red drop of Russian blood
and her people, were blessed
to have her
I am like
the Queen of England
longest royal lifetime in history
strong built, from a miserable childhood
toughened her
this is no mystery
preferring candle light
to electricity
handwriting over typewriter
and poetry
I am like
Indira Gandhi
dreaming to live as she did
riding elephants and having
tiger cubs as companions
your own Sikh security
killed you, the story
a sad one
secret dreams of being a writer
angered, by the imbalance of
power
between men and women
listening to beat poets
like Ginsberg
as a great Prime Minister of India 
you were heard
and understood
I am like
Rigoberta Menchú
drew the worlds attention to 
native Indians rights,
because of you
your goal, to be
a drop of water on a rock
dripping in the same spot,
eventually in the world, you
may leave a mark
wearing many colors
‘because it gives you life’
insisting men and women be equals
you fought this fight
to relax, as I do
writing poetry into
 the night
I am like
Joan of Arc
French Military Heroine
burned at the stake at just
age nineteen
known for keeping your cool
even on the battlefield
being a courageous and inspirational
rare jewel
Legendary Lady Leaders
I salute you



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Brighton Streets

Do I dare look at you when I walk these streets?
Chase your shadow as it crawls under my feet?
For I have walked my way through 
These pleasant, summer nights
Trailing any trace of you in amber
Street lights.
Hearing the laughter of men and women
Drunken behind bars, their obliviousness
Billowing with the smoke of cigars
And once again I begin to wonder
In these thoughts that shatter, asunder
Of how unvoiced these nights have become.

The scent of scones melting in tea
The sugar, the beach, the creamed coffee
How foolish do I ought to be?
How much emotion becomes too much for me?
And the sun that strokes the clouds at sea
And hides its rays amongst them-
I watch… as all this beauty encircles me.

My eyes see not the glamorous dream
That has been haunting the lives of many it seems
The loveliness of love and its glimmering gleam
The word that is only word
That dream that is only dream.

For I have seen it on all these smiley faces, 
Hurried looks, and warm embraces
Can’t you see?
How we all have been entangled in one giant
Web of emotion?

Is there ever a place between Wordsworth’s
Daffodils and Poe’s Raven?
I walk these streets listening to a busker
Play his harmonica-
As I flip a coin into his flipped hat,
I wonder
How different we are, him and me
              Or are we?

Restricted we are to language and time,
Enslaved in memory, engaged in rhyme
How much easier it is to think of you and me
Rather than the misleading amounts of
Separating land and sea –illusory-
I observe and am observed as I walk these 
Streets, and I feel I know nothing of
Neither you nor me.


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At least I twinkle, tonight

I feel like a star
cast amongst this ambiguousness
of sky
and I'm hanging on
to vacant air

as all the saplings
and gawkers
slurp on lattes
and wish upon my misery

alas, when one of those whims
chooses to make itself
come true,
I'll shoot like a meteor

into nothing

but a tittle of dust
flickering
in someone else's dream


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Thank you, Photoshop

For turning my eyes into shallow Pacific blues,
because nobody likes Chocolate. 

For transforming the freckled clusterbomb on my face,
into baby skin smoothness!

Because freckles are humanity’s alleged worst enemy
and I refuse to allow my self-confidence to stay Pro-Activ.

Thank you, Photoshop
for giving me that liposuction I ALWAYS wanted
in less than 10 minutes!

Working out is BENEATH me!
And I’m too busy dating these "5 Guys".

Thank you for bathing me in your Black & White Fountain of Youth!
60 is the used 25!

I refuse attempts in removing this fallacy
crawling under my lifted eye sockets.

My wisdom wrinkles shall stay imploded under pretentious needle.

Otherwise, I can’t continue to be fed
flirtatious appetizers by horny sheeple
and bi-curious copycats
hocking hairballs at the sight
of my airbrushed collagen lips
while they dry hump my computer generated thighs.

Their retinas grope my artificially inflated Grand Canyons
which are really only peaked valleys.

Yet, they won’t look at my defaults…

So, I thank you Photoshop
for being unable
to crop my misery.

© Drake J. Eszes 
"Dedicated to those who are unable to look within themselves." -D.J.E.


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So Broken

This place we're at
Is as broken
As the currents
Of my wretched heart - soul
And whatever the hell else makes
Me who you think I am.

The walls bleed with Vodka and I want
It more and more and more and
When you look at me
I don't have to confess...
You already know
It's on my breath.

I wanted to sing you a song
Before we made love
But the drink carried me off and 
Deserted
Me half alive on a dream
Across the world.

Tomorrow,
Hung over and torn with regret,
I shall look at you
And wish the pain of my
Beaten miserable past
Would abandon it's torment of 
Our future.


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Closing Doors: Painfully Right

this really shouldn't be...

Shame.

that's all I feel right now,
Glaring Shame

just being myself,
but why be drawn to me?

don't look at me
like I am your entire world

don't smile so brightly
like I am the reason for it

don't think that I am the answer
because I am not

this shouldn't be,
didn't mean this to happen

just being myself,
but why be drawn to me?

a million needle pricks
to both our hearts

it hurts, I know
but this shouldn't be...

so please

leave me, not her...
love her, not me.


...a final click.

Nobody's home






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SKY

            

Sky    blue
Soft    sleepy    morning
hovering over
Earth Mother
who wakes slowly
rubbing slumber’s dew
from her eyes

Sky    gray
Churning    boiling    rage
The Thunders
arrived mid-day
speaking with lightning tongues
showering a world
with tears of pain and rain

Sky    red
The Creator’s sunset
settling his children
down to rest
Sending songs of night
on the gentle wind whispering by

Sky    red
Molded from clay
of the Mother’s womb
Shaped by Creator’s hands
into a man
enduring as the
ancient towering trees

Sky    red
warrior’s heart beating strong
Brother to
the thunder and the rain
One with the sky
changing from gray to blue
and back again



This poem is dedicated to a dear friend who drifted quietly out of my life 
as he struggled to adjust to a world beyond the reservation. 
I pray you are well and have found the peace you searched for.




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Love in a Beauty Fair - A 'Kawaali'

Love in a Beauty Fair

My Poem in the format of a Kawaali – in English 

Male Singer 01 	/ Group of singers


I  hear that we are in a fair,           of  Husno-Adda* and  beauty,
Still,       I am,  in search of a heart,                         full of Love,


Female Singer 01 / Group of singers:


This  is a gathering of Beauty and graceful ones,      not a crowd  of lovers,
The one who is ready, to sacrifice       everything, may possess the beauty.



Male Singer 02   / Group of singers:


Take a test of our Love my dear,           or come close to test my love, 
Still if your beauty is not satisfied,     just try the love at-least for ones,



Female Singer 02 / Group of singers:

O what you are crying as Love & Love me,        is not that simple my   dear,
There are lovers who sacrifice even their life,       still they do not  get  love,


Male Singer 03/ Group of singers:


You are narrating  a  story,      because you have not,         yet seen     love,
When your Beauty would relish love,   you would be searching love everywhere.


Female Singer 03 / Group of singers:


This is what you say my dear,      it  is only first time that we  have met here,
Let me see your splendors of love,  or it is just a way of yours,  to mold me,



Male Singer 04 / Group of singers:


After witnessing the splendors of love, you may find you cannot live without it, anymore,
Feeling the extreme agonies,  you may repent,  but then you won’t find the love
anywhere, 


Female Singer 04 / Group of singers:


O,  if it is like that, let    me    the    see,       the      splendors of  your Love,
You say that I shall be dying on that love,  O, let me die to witness, what you say,



Male Singer 05 / Group of singers:


We are wasting these precious moments of love, talking about living or dying,
Let us live these lovely moments in love,        instead of talking to live or die.


Female Singer 05  / Group of singers:


O,  I can sacrifice  even my life,                on this molding art of yours, my love,
Perhaps beauty is  hidden in love      but             Love is nothing without beauty.


Together they sing 06 /Group of singers:


It is not a thing of dying or living,        nor   a  fight     between   beauty   and love,

It is only,    the art of  living  and       loving,        which  creates only cheerfulness.



Ravindra
Kanpur India   22nd Oct 2010
Clarifications
* Husno-Adda.  The graceful art of showing the beauty of women.


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Since First I Saw You

Since first I saw you, it was your eyes,
mesmerizing, your gaze transporting
me to a realm, not of fantasy, real,
where young men go when cupid’s
arrow takes root.

Since first I saw you, it was your lips,
captivating, holding me frozen 
in anticipation of our lips brushing
for the first time.

Since first I saw you, it was your voice,
a crescendo, light, invigorating, 
each word you speak intensifies 
my hearing, enveloping each
note, time ceases as I hang motionless
savoring, memorizing.

Since first I saw you, it was your hair,
long, flowing, gently rising above
your shoulders as a slight breeze
passes through sending waves
of your essence my way. 
The sun magnifying each strand, 
highlighting the minute
variances of invigorating color, 
creating a halo effect, a portrait of
your beauty forever imprinted.

Since first I saw you, It was you,
my love forever more for you,
only you.


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Rain - Liquid Angel

Rain - her story is in her forms
past, present or future, same are norms

Rain – she has a complaint
dislikes being quoted as she (Rain) is FALLING
but had she not fallen
seeds would not have risen
land would have been brazen 
Life would have become extinct
such is her importance, so distinct

Rain – she has a compliment
she is loved by all – kids, young, old alike
kids joyous over floating of paper boats 
young ecstatic in love over drizzle drumming pane
old ambling in memory lane over hot coffee     
raindrops filling Life's ocean with cheerful moments
joy waves kissing Life's shores with each movement  

Rain – she is Liquid Devil
water, in excess gushing monstrously
tsunami causing devastation
consuming life all of sudden
destroying flora & fauna  
receding water spreading epidemics
drenched havoc failing normalcy academics

Rain – she is Liquid Angel
water, life to all – human, animal, trees
in womb protecting embryo
in tomb blending concrete mix 
generating electricity, axis of all motion  
offering hope to desert through oasis
frozen at Poles averting earth's nemesis
    
Rain - her story is in her forms
past, present or future, same are norms

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By Hitendra Mehta
Honorable Mention - Members Contest - "Rain, The Story " by - A Rambling Poet
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Bill


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

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


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Sea of forgotten dreams

Cold and dark, the eyes of the depths
glaring at the stars above.
Few dare descend the steps
which reach down to oblivion’s cove.
Heavy, the desire for truth,
like the chains dragging my body further down
unto fate unknown.

Beyond recompense, lies the ruin
sunken to forbidden ground,
now home only to the strangest of creations
and catacomb to the drowned slaves of history.
Will all memories be as this one day?
Ghosts that haunt the corpses of humanity’s ambition?

Black are the bells that once chimed to announce omen.
Buried are the thoughts that walked my mind.
Broken are the tables where ideas once feasted.
Bound are the hopes, eaten by preying sharks of doubt.

Weighing down, the garments choke the breath of life.
There, where insanity was sane, beneath facade’s streams
lies truth, in the sea of forgotten dreams.


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Twigs

Twigs

Flowers bloom
And flowers wilt.
Flowers blush
And flowers fade.
The eternity is only in me-
The twig that bears the flowers.

Sparrows are born
And sparrows die.
Sparrows fly
And brighten the sky.
That who nurtures sparrows is me-
A cozy make of a twig upon a twig.

The sun fades
And moon is born.
The twilight blurs
And moonlight spreads.
All the soothing moonlight beams are me-
A crisscross of unfathomed twigs.

Whether in its birth
Or in its death;
In the heart
Of its heart;
The entire beauty is none but one-
A design of mysterious twigs.


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Tension Waiting

The swordsman who draws his blade
Heart racing at the keening of steel on scabbard 
Tension coiled, poised for the unleashing
Held back by muscles tight with glee.

I am as the soldier, held in stance,
The lioness crouched beneath the concealing grass
As it sways back and forth, as insects sing along the day
Her every breath is halted, her veins do not pulse,
And just as the swordsman stands
They are statues in this moment,
Statues of derision,
Mocking, with their stillness, the very charged tension within.

And I am as the lioness frozen before her pounce
Coiled with motivation and purpose,
And I am as the tongue held with words clinging off its’ edge
Ready to lash out and strike with direction
But I am as the frozen purpose, held tight
Waiting, for a warrior to stand before me
For a reason to uncoil, to lash out with words and pounce.

But I am now as the pen halting before the purest of paper
White and supple, in askance for the lightest touch
A slash of the tip, drawing lines in ink
Lines like a hunter’s bowstring, taut with intent,

As the pen lies frozen above its prey, the falcon petrified aloft still winds
I am the need coiled tight like a wound jack in the box
But alas, there is no victim to frighten,
No pray to pounce upon, no sword or bared neck to slash against
And I am here, with pen frozen, ink ready to be drawn taut
And I have nothing to draw in the ink, no prey or purpose to evoke
I am coiled tight with energy, but it is release that so eludes me,
I am coiled tight with purpose, but it is direction that so denies me.

And here I am, pouncing at ground before me, 
Slicing away at the air around me
Scratching away with a dry pen, on paper still white in askance
I write about…
I write about the coil within, and the lack without
And alone I wonder,
Is it enough, is it enough to go on, a wound up box
Waiting for the slightest touch, the weakest parry, to live.


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'and another stiff one for my drunken pen'

mulberry moonshine




the world can be a rabid dog, a goD frothing backwards while Mr. Clean reads 
a sermon from the pulpit as a false prophet causing me to yell, "Shim-shum 
shimmeny-shum, up from the shadows of the Shoalin slum! Fee-fi-foe-fum, 
eye smell the blood of a fallen one!" My pen was a sword, 'twas inevitable eye 
would end up skewered upon its venomous tip as violence begets violence yet 
silence is just a distorted sort of violent indifference. Live by the s.word, die by 
the s.word, so eye buried ghosts in the sands of Kyushu, revamped my stylo 
into a drunken vomit spewing masochist churning blood and piss into another 
batch of sum county mulberry moonshine. Instead of a wu-tang sword, eye have 
me a la la la la la la la la la lush of a drunken quill spilling forth the woo to the foo 
times twenty-two thousand and dirty-three. Blame it on the pen, but wot came first,
the chicken or the egg? Who is the bad influence on whom, weaving excuses on a 
loom propped up by yet another empty bottle of the wicked county prune. Eye want 
to write lines of eloquence filled with bullfrogs and butterflies, rainbows and baby's 
breath, but this drunken pen has a mind of its own, slithering in-between the scene 
of salesmen saying it from rusted metallic mountaintops, "I have found the way, 'tis 
not YOUR way, so cut your hair son ok!" Hey hey hey! wot are you referring to? 
Elohim, miholah, bespolah, holapsfofahcahmall? ?Fofahcahmall? Theysbe suddenly 
sounding very small while this pen of mine is drinking itself into a stupour, brewing 
up another stew of vomiticus grammaticus long.windy.gusts - eye didn't intend on 
rhyming these lines, my drunken pen has once again taken over, pushing me to 
letgoletgo and pray in hopes that it drinks itself straight in order for bullfrogs,
butterflies and everything nice like sugar, lollipops and rainbows to finally begin to 
show from out of the freaky flow of this ultra triple-distilled drunken ink - slow right 
down into something quaint and normal, wash this drunken mess down the sink 
without having to fink with my dirty think, my dirty think - the first sign of the crime 
is denial - drunken pen, drunken hand? Drunken hand, drunken pen? Oh good Lord, 
here come the bends once again, yeah, here come the bends again, there's only one 
thing left to do and it's to fold this paper into a neat package eye can mail off to the 
People-In-The-Sky so they can offer me some insight into all of the reasons why


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FROM THE NEWSPAPER STAND


Along this foggy daybreak stroll,
I tread along the intersection
between Mabini Street and EDSA boulevard, 
crossing number 25 Ortigas Road.

I breathe in the same grain 
of Manila pollen and dust itching
my throat ; an acrid mound of city garbage
gathered by rain’s aftermath,
as if to beckon another tropical deluge;

and the loud chatter of headlines
from the newspaper stand pierces
the lobes with a burning jolt… a bundle 
of political scoops  and trade rumors
grating an otherwise neutral hour.

Few distances away, a flea market stand
vibrates with energy; pedestrians milling
around to check  buko pies, plum bits,
and homemade guava jams… the exotic aromas
mixing with  smoky flavor of dried bamboo leaves
on top of abaca wares; all these catering
to small pleasures of the low-middle working class.

Curving through Francis Square, a deluge
of movement initiates the 7 30 am rush…
buses, cars, and taxi- stands unload
a giant hive  of wayfarers coming from
different points of the map; dragging
their skeletal frames like ticks of a clock.

Amidst a Friday hub, I stop to glance at the
towering statue of  Mother Mary as a
cart-pusher slowly wanders by; his warm
smile bearing a contrast in a region
where the rat race of man is typical.

Surrounded by a collage of fragrant
eucalypti and mango trees, I breath in 
a  sense of delight  likened to my
yard’s garden, this time, with heady scent.
The plump oaks  at the front lobby
of Pharmo Industries are shedding 
foliage, while  a painted  splash
of native robins cruises from laced twigs,
far beyond the clutter of newspaper stands,
market place, and taxi-stands.
 
My gaze casts inward to balance my thoughts,
as I begin my protracted stay at work.



Stand Contest of Debbie Guzzi
and Nathan's One of Your Best
by nette onclaud


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SOMEONE TO TALK TO


She walks past the coffee shop window
White hair,
Face wreathed in wrinkles-
Seeming somehow lost to the world,
Pursuing another aimless day
Consumed with nothing.

Her eyes light up!
Someone approaches.
A friend,relative,
Greetings of recognition
And smiles all round.
Now animated chatter from the pair
Along with constant change of expression,
Alert,intent.
Listening one to the other.

Then the meeting ends.
Life continues,
Each go seperate ways.
She walks on 
White hair
Face wreathed in wrinkles,
Only now shining with LIFE.
Warmed by the brief touch of human contact-
 Of having had someone to talk to.


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The Wine of Life

    The past has 
flown out the window
   The present is full of sorrow
   Look to the future 
for a taste of the  
   sweet wine of life 
Your tears will change to laughter
  if you focus on what is to come
Tomorrow - looming ahead like 
    a bright shining star
is something we should never
    lose sight of 
Let the dance begin!
   Let the songs be sung!
Let the wine of life 
   be poured 
         into gorgeous goblets of 
purest gold!


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Voiceless

Misunderstood, trapped and rarely
considered an equal; confusion
dominates many faces that try to
comprehend my broken voice.
No-one seems to recognise my
body language and unusual hand movements.
Wrong conclusions are drawn towards
my level of intelligence; many view me
like a lost child desperate to be one with
its mother.
I may speak the English language but
it appears broken; my voice is thus 
lost, like a treasured belonging long 
been misplaced somewhere unknown.
My hearing remains but I speak like
a deaf person; hand gestures are made
to try to convey my thoughts and emotions,
sadly, hardly anyone has learned how to
interpret someone like myself.
I am voiceless and thus I seem not to
belong in this world of fragmented images
of what is deemed normal.
Regardless of my affliction I remain as 
whole as I can possibly be.


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GOLDEN TICKET






            "A world of trials and tribulations carried underneath the sun.
      He stands by his woman as she by her man bound together as one.
                 Instilled with Prayer and Faith along with God's grace.
                  Power of both will never let anyone take their place."


Pace, G
INK-U-SCRIPT


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Bright Birds

Deceptive, drowsy,
the gray cat, Tempus, in doldrums
lazes, purring, stretching.
I have watched him:
cunning eyes half-closed,
he stalks bright birds in the garden,
near day lilies.
Wings wet from flights
through the sprinkler's sweeps,
the birds swoop, glide, flutter.
They light on dry grass,
strut and shake themselves,
are lulled. Then,
Tempus pounces on one bird.
The rest are routed…
And Tempus fugit.


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A Horse Life

In a horse life.We can play with a burlap feed
bag, an empty milk jug, or chew on the barn stall
door.Just to kill some time, or to kill some every
day bordom.In a horse life.We get names like
Black Beauty, Flicka, Seabiscuit, or Secretariat.
In a horse life.We do tricks like bowing our heads
down, or placing our shoe upon a pedastool.Picking
up the cowboy hat.While tapping our feet rata-tat-tat.
In a horse life.We like a good block of salt.With lots
of minerals, to lick upon.A wholesome bale of hay.To
start off a brand new day.Or a bucket of grain.To keep
us all healthy, fat, and sane.And a fresh bucket of water, 
to wash it all down.In a horse life.I could be losing a 
horseshoe.While the rider is losing his mind.In a horse
life.We can be a workhorse, a race horse, or a trick pony.
Or maybe a showhorse, or possibly a circus horse.With
out all the phoney baloney.In a horse life.We can run all
day in the open sun, or run the race trak.While the betters
place their wagers.Of course, at the horse racing track
betters window.In a horse life..

A Horse Life Poem by Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2011,2014..All rights reserved.


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Rivers of Time

Like rivers of time / our lives drift by /
as seasons / providing  the trees / 
acquire soft, green leaves / and then in time / 
turning red and golden / shed their leaves.

Travelers in time are all / like a wind 
sweeping across the plains of life / visitors in a temporary land / 
enjoying moments of bright sunny days / filled with fun and joy /
soon to be followed by sudden storms / 
and then dark hours / followed again by 
the brightness of the day / rivers of time /
carrying each traveler through his day / waiting /
waiting for the next to arrive /

Time an ever moving thing / a river /
carrying each person / in turbulent white water /
or calm flowing streams / through all events of life /
then stranding him on a rocky and barren shore / or 
other times / gently laying him upon soft and lush meadows / 
to rest as in a quiet and calm place /

Finally on the appointed day / a call goes forth / and
the wayfarer receives his summons / to quickly go /
moving through time / to stand in a queue / moving to an unknown space /
together with others summoned / to appear at some distant place /

The queue is formed / the line moves forward / the time has arrived
to board / those great ships of time / like the giant Leviathan / casts
off from near harbors / and then ever moving / to arrive at some distant
shore/

Like rivers of time / our lives drift by / a season at a time /
travelers all / in a moment in time.


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Nothing Remains

My fingers grasp at the void, empty-handed...
My heart lingers at hollowness, emptied out...
reminiscent when time got wrinkled, worn
when night and day left,
and only nothing remained.

The embers of my burning words
 wither into the palest of ashes,
it makes me think of dead skin cells—
they are nothing but dust
sloughed off, then piled up into dusty corners, forgotten.
Minuteness discarded, a  lover’s crumbling skeleton.

A noise barrage invades my soul’s silence,
an onslaught of thought and reason—
A wailing, pounding, desert squall that drowns me, 
shattering the dam of tranquility.

I plunge back into this abyss of loneliness.
Of course nobody’s there. 
They have all been long gone.
And here I am, with only this vast void as my company.
It whispers, it screams
and echoes into my mind, 
what they’ve all been saying all along,
that I brought this upon myself.

Maybe I did. Of course I did.
Of course I did. Maybe I did.

Back and forth, back forth it goes...

I seek sanctuary in dreams,
for it is only there that my sea of loneliness
becomes a sea of ecstatic happiness...
I seek sanctuary in dreams,
for it is only there that I am welcome.

Touch me Not! Noli me tangere.
Wake me not...

Silence has blocked your ears.

The shattering of my heart was unperceived,
so I am left alone to take extreme care of these countless shards.
I can’t afford to hurt anymore, as I have done to the others. 
With my words. With my long-winding, droning and ever-boring words.
The death-inducing kind of boring.
And only nothing cared to remain. 

I am left with no choice but to be one with this nothingness,
flow along its waves, imbibe it and become it. Nix.
Let me evaporate, let me join that cycle of seeming nothingness.
That nothing, that stark quiet before the storm.

Breathe deep into that void.
Inhale nothing. 
Hear nothing. See nothing.  Say nothing.

Then wait...

Can you feel me now?

As nothing touches you.








*** This was inspired from Catie’s “Nothing Remains”. In choosing this, in no 
way am I saying that her poem needs improvement. It is brilliant as it is. I chose this poem of hers because it moved me and spoke to me.  Thank you, Catie.


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Waves on the Beach of Life

            

      soft waves ripple the water,
               they come and they go,
           sprinkling seeds of fervent hope

   gentle waves tickle the sand,
            they come and they go,
       leaving dreams 
                   of rapture 
            behind

             Boastful waves CRASH into rocks,
    they come and they go,
           shattering dreams 
                           to  s m i t h e r e e n s

frantic waves expunge the sea foam,
         they come and they go,
    drowning 
           hope
              as
                it does

    silent waves creep back to the sea,
they come and they go,
        a cupful of  
              tears in tow


--- I used alliteration & personification here :)


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New York City's Greenwich Village

                                          Greenwich Village breathes,
                                       She inhales exhausted tepid air,
                                And exhales blustery winds of possibility.
                              The lady blows away the veils of dishonesty.

                                       Tangled streets strung together,
                                   Knotted masses of pearls and poetry,                  
                               Entwining marbled heroes,rounded arches, 
                                  Crucifixes,and snakes penned on skin.

                                  Artists, tourists, vagrants,and scholars,
                                   Know the calling of its siren song well.
                                   People living on the fringe of humanity,
                                    And those from the upper crust, fuse.

                                     The village is the one spot on earth
                                Where you can expose your primal desires,
                                     And explore their depths unfettered.
                                 She is a lovely harlot who lives to please .

                                   Musicians and thinkers engage in chess,
                             Neighbors line the benches of it's central park.
                                  Children run naked through its fountains.
                                  The poor and idol rich roam, anonymously.

                                    A reader of fortunes lays out his cards,
                                 Lovers tango,who knows which one leads?
                                 Perhaps all the seekers will find their way,
                                   And the leaders will learn how to see?

                           Lady Greenwich Village,the canvas of New York life,
                              Her face painted with brilliant spattered oils.
                                Each of us can add our own divine colors, 
                            Dripping and blending with individual uniqueness.



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Shock and Awe, Coming Back Home

My friends come home draped in flags 
I pause at the edge of the airplane door
Facing a tunnel leading me to a muffled joy
Strangers tell me I am related to them...
I deny a woman with three kids... her kiss
My friends are slipping in trucks with flags
They are loaded and back doors explode shut...
..............................................................

I wake up in a trench of blood and clean pillows
The same woman from the airport next to me
 Peacefully breathing...and I thought she was dead...
I think I am finally home, fans are not propellers
Camouflage doesn't bear swing sets in backyards
My friends' helmets, guns and boots line up in my head
Patrolling with weapons made of aluminum foil
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There is too much silence for a dead soldier walking...
I think I FEEL the kiss of the woman with three kids ...








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Surfing On Sine Waves (A collaboration with Phong Phuc Kama-Nyugen)

Brain-Rose opens up to morning rays,
as neurons grab boredom,
hitting stormy water,
surfing on sine waves
until the oscillating surge abates.

  Crystalline clarity of calm
  shines through polygon windows in the sand-
  shoreline stretches beyond the eyes
  reflecting flickering flames of candles
  breathing in a secret oxygen.

Never claimed to fully understand you-
fell in love with the images blossoming in my mind.
Did you ever figure out exactly what I meant?
Hope I still touched some eternal part of you
as you stumble through polygon windows in the sand,
surfing on sine waves.

  Don't you remember?
  I know you better than I know myself.
  When the smoke cleared
  you were the only one left standing
  amongst the damage of centuries;
-(still trying hard to cleanse away the stains)-
  your eyes climbed deep into my soul
  and I knew how we could never turn back.
-(my closet is filled with dancing skeletons)-

I know you better than I know myself,
like a signpost offering clues and directions.
The others turned on us;
the others failed,
becoming shadows of their former selves,
empty dry husks blowing in the wind.

      The ones who want us back

               pushed us too far away.

The ones who want us back, pushed us too far forward.

          We can never go back

       to those times and places, having changed beyond recognition.

                   We can only push forward

           sucked out by the tide

                pulled down by the undertow

  moving along with guiding currents

           until we finally find a shoreline that fits our needs

        and fills our souls with the nourishment we crave.


  We must continue stumbling through polygon windows in the sand,
  surfing on sine waves in the eye of the storm,
  watching ourselves become reborn over and over again,
  watching each other move beyond the borders of dreams.

             The ones who want us back,
             pushed us too far away.

                    The ones who want us back,
                    pushed us too far forward.

                        
      So, we grabbed boredom and pain,
      stumbling through polygon windows in the sand,
      surfing on sine waves in the eye of the storm,
      waiting for the oscillating surge to abate,
      waiting for future horizons to break through this mist.





**This is a collaboration written with: Phong Phuc Kama-Nyugen**


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The Candle

The candle burns so strong and bright
My days go slowly by
The future beckons  "follow me"
I know… I’ll never die


The candle weeps yet shares it’s light
I try to find my way
The journey now begins for me
I’m strong… I’ll never die


The candle now is worn and tired
Lifes troubles show the wear
My paths are short and measured now
I’m scared… that I might die


The candle now is small and frail
The light grows very dim
My days are surely numbered now
I know… that I will die


The candle flickers on and off
The Usher at the door
My loved ones gather round my bed
Today… I’ll surely die

A puff of smoke is all that's left 
My life was far too short
But yet in spite of what I was  
I now am more alive

We do not die as many think
We simply change our form
The test of life is over now
"Well done and welcome home"


© Jon Arno


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The Maverick Gardener -WIN

Viewed from the snow covered mountain
Slopes laden with flower beds like
Colorful vase of flowers
I saw the* Him Kamal flower
I asked, “Why are you all alone?
Beauty is to be adored”
Should give yourself before
Your petals fall to dust”.

Quick came the response from flower
“Am not lonely, enjoy these heights
Shelter of blue umbrella”.
I asked if I crush your petals
The flower said he would be glad
Its fragrance will radiate.
Purpose of life fulfilled
If destroyed not admired.

Nearby look at the snowy streams
Ripples flowing kicking each other 
Exhilarating music.
Our life like ever flowing streams
Water running towards ocean 
Currents never turning back
Perennial flow of life
Small life merging in big.

The nature is peace all around
She only disturbs who disturbs
She teaches wisdom to those
Praise her beauty, not destroy her. 
Develop the aesthetic sense
To feel the nature’s beauty.
Looking into the sky 
Searching their gardener.

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Date 10-1-14
Third place win in 
Contest: Thank you by P.D.

Eighth place win in:
Contest: Maverick Free verse sponsored by John Freeman


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Elusive Dreams

Outside my window,
the leaves are in a frenzy~
twirling, shaking and flying about 
the wind just sending them off
in a scattered dance...
so similar to the
thoughts
chaotic in my mind

Sleep comes around,
but the dreams do not.

Or do they?
And I've forgotten them yet again.

They are but fleeting wisps for me...
iridescent ribbons of subconsciousness
winding through me, 
teasing,
then eluding me

When I try to touch them,
my fingers ripple through a smoky haze
So real to me, yet intangible

Sometimes I wonder
whether I could pour something
over these dreams,
Splash! And they crackle,
crystallizing them, finally captured
Smooth, sharp, tangible

and then I change my mind,
since it doesn't feel right...

Like caging something
to admire its beauty

Somehow, even the word dream
seems so ethereal to me,
they are but soft whispers
weaving through my slumbering self

My dreams, 
they have a voice
so melodic, yet incomparable
so beautiful, yet unrecoverable

My dreams,
they come in color
so alive, yet muted
so alive, yet unreal

My head touches the pillow,
and I sink into slumber,
a myriad of thoughts finally settling down,
as undulating curls of dreams rise up around me

Come to think of it,
this creates for me such a
fascinating image...

Myself enveloped in darkness,
with wispy colorful ribbons
floating by all around me
as I dream on...
a quick reprieve from reality



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The Old Man In The Mirror

The Old Man In The Mirror

Who is that old man who looks at me in the morning?
When I shave and shower he is there living in a pane of glass
Grey hairs replacing the dark walnut brown
More and more each day, each hour
Eyes looking tired from ages of struggles
Each reflecting a soul which was once so full of life
Now it lays stagnant and lost
It has the memories of its youth
Doing this that that man can only now remember
Wrinkles took so long to show
Even fooling that old man into thinking he was younger than he is
Every grey hair, every wrinkle has been earned
They are the wages of stress, pain and anxiety of aging
Some called them badges of honor
I look in the mirror and see that old man looking back at me
I don’t see honor, pain, stress or anxiety
That old man looking back at me has lived a full life
Successes and mistakes of the past are reflected in the mirror
Lost loves and loves found are hidden in his spirit
I look at the old man in the mirror 
I look at the grey hair and the sad eyes
I see each and every wrinkle
I look at the old man in the mirror and I see life


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Alms

Black, storm cloud eyes sear, roil
smog-aged burnt skin-
Soul is old...torn

All by the age of six.



nikko palmario
for David's twenty/twenty contest :)

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Flinging Poems Into Wind

We seine them up
like dust
in pollen-stained hands,
briefly weight them,
balancing them in minds,
determining worth,
profundity. 

And like those before,
we toss them absently
into wind—
winnowing maple seeds—
whirling them from us—
as we shape lives,
change destinies.

Now, 
they seem to flit
to nothingness,
like us—
pale night insects
pestering
opal moons,
infestations of night
thickly settling
on the liquid glass
of our tongues.



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Deaf and Gone

I am whatever you say I am...
but, let's get back to reality...

       Three short years ago, this room shined welcome mats across a screen of doldrums.
A place of unfamiliarity that screamed, 
"You don't belong!"
Yet, a voice of reason spoke and said,
"Expand yir' roots. Venture beyond the comfort zone. Academia resides inside that room, but know you won't be alone."
Repeatedly,brainwaves declined what my wife and editor had told me.
I'd say,
"no way, I'm givin' up my soul for free, they read, they pay, like it's always been, the way it's going to always be!"
Unbeknownst to me one day, and with a slight of hand, my "Open Sores" were put on display and surprisingly more than a handful of great ladies and nice guys began to give feedback on what I had devised. 
This interaction was something very new, helpful, and impressive. For a change, it was something real.
For years, those around me were quick to give praise with hidden reasons. Constructive criticism is amazing, and I welcomed being corrected or set straight.
Now there are those who choose to shut me down without explanation, and call me names.
DO NOT mistake me for sophomoric! These words bleeding from my guts have no style and need no approval. There is no thinking involved here, no plan. If you don't like it, fine...don't censor or bracket me in. So what if I am illiterate?  If you don't like "street poetry" or the pathetic stuff I write, don't read it. If I offend you, tell me.
We should welcome those who are different than us. 
Words of truth inspire movement, like fire.
I came to this room to expand my horizons, step outside the box, learn, help, grow. 
There will be no apologies dealt for being different, or for being labelled as something uncomfortable to you. 
This has been an ok room so far, but there is some clique trickanery going on.
If the dictionary must come into play, let me recommend looking up the term "Poetic License."
True, I may not be the writer you prefer, or aspire to be....but tread carefully my friend, for you have no idea of my profession. I've made a fine living, for a good long time, spewing words onto paper. I came from nothing, and may still be nothing to you...still, I do what I love, have no boss.
I am not an aspiring writer who dreams of a life, I live my dream. In conclusion, I must wish you luck in finding what you peddle poetry for. Until then, keep 


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Into the Unknown

Will you move me?

Will your dialect know no bounds?

…

Will you hold me?

Hold me…
…within.

I am an unwritten paragraph.
Will you be my ink?

Can my downfalls become our melancholy uprisings?

Can we fly beyond the imaginary rainbows and kiss the rain?

Can we look beyond diamond hypocrisies and simply make each other priceless?

My fantasy…
…is you.

My reality…
…is with you.

My dreams…
…are of you.

Each breath presents resuscitation. 

For I am not your mask,
I am your lungs!

Mother Nature’s oxygen has NOTHING on the air we breathe
From Yin/Yang swan dives and chocolate sunrises

Declaring amnesia to step aside!

We have an embedded dance to share!
Each dip and sway, removing corrupted solitude from your hair!

For I need no declarations to the world,
You are already in mine!

…

Standing upon edge of eagle’s wing

I see a familiar, moistened fog.

My passive breath, ready to remove the sorrow
As I wonder

Will you remember me?

Tomorrow

©Drake J. Eszes


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ONLY YOU

                                    Never thought, never knew,
                           that some day I'd find a woman like you.
                                    A woman with pure delight.
                       A woman who's mind is so aimlessly bright, that
              the sacrifices made brings the world underneath your sunlight.
                           A woman with thoughts and emotions that
                                 are defined through her eyes.
                   Laying next to her our thoughts mount up as one and
                                      disappear in deep sky's.

                                  Yes adversity will come and go,
                           but in life, with faith we'll constantly grow
            Although there are tears shed and pain that we will seldom share,
                    No other individual will come close enough to compare
                              Time we've spent is no regret to me,
                               Just hope you and I will forever be.


"An old piece"


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Skeleton

The skeleton

On the day you were born
I have bestowed upon you
We will spend together a lifetime
Without me inside you compare to glue
Like the cockroach who always hides
I can only be found deep inside the skin
I am not the one you find in the closet
I am the one in a sack of bones

Created from the dust
While your other half, given life from your ribs
The man always returns to the dirt he is
The women remain in the coffin, she made for us
The Apple Eve shared with Adam
Doomed us to die  from the start
From the snake came nothing good
Just a battle of evil in our hearts
A piece of skeleton from Adams rib
A rib from Adam he made Eve
Eve in form of a skeleton, with a breath 
Our bones will never unite in heaven
That is the price for Eve's deceive
She gave up our human paradise
Hiding in each and every one of us
Until the day we die
Adam will return as dust
While Eve stays to show death comes to us all!

The spirit and soul left us for eternity
As I remain where you last laid, your body rots away
You slowly depart, leaving me behind
You are going to the other world
While I remain in this box
        SKELETON
Never to see each other again

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The Wooden Swing Set

Quiet and still now.
The swing occasionally catches the air.
The tire never moves. 
There’s no one there to care.
The jungle gym beside it is played with by squirrels.
The sand box below holds creatures quiet and shy.
Tiny plastic men are lost in the sand deep below.
A metal car is with them, once favorite of them all.
Leaves stir in the clubhouse, with spiders in its loft.
My son hadn’t played with it for a long, long while.
But I hadn’t noticed while he was here running in the house.
And now when I see the Wooden Swing Set…
It’s connects with my empty heart.



A touch of Empty Nest Syndrome brought this poem to me.


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I'm Your King

A burst of white light gamma rays, overbearing a flash of brilliance burns through to my soul everything is like hell the world starts to melt in the blink of an eye just the cold blackness of night I don't care if I am not again what I once was, for at this moment I am greater now than ever before I took the path between teetering, tight roping walking right up to my right divined in my unholy state I thought I told you I am your king still you sit there, hesitating I know you hate me what does that mean? I hate just about everything still I'm chosen I did not wish before now bow down to me refuse me no more for I shall always be your demon until you accept me as your King. I don't even know you though you say we used to be best of friends, you and me the day you ditched me I remember now exactly how it played out back when we were just tiny things even back then I still was King you thought me stupid just a ruse I would laugh inside, you see? not one of you single, mean people ever even knew me in a world, mostly seen to me that is why only I can be your true King and bring forth a new source of light everlasting. As two worlds collide slowly aligned one wrapped in shadows one bathed in white evils swirling in the clouds above I'll always be the king you love to hate or despise as in your blood I thought I told you, I am the one I am the way, the way out shall be shown breathe in my spirit as it carries you away breathe in my faith it shall carry your empty space and deposit you gently on a cloud just enough higher than you've ever dreamed of for I am king now, and your in my hell your in my imagination, I'll just never tell you'll feel as though dreaming, you'll feel now if you try and see you were always found the most shared in the light cast upon me the last bright star in heaven. Denounce my name, if you may One year later, still not afraid A black sheep, a darkened spade That's just life, I'm not right I'm in the wrong, follow along Like a piper, I'll pitch a song Mesmerized, the weak wills sing I thought he told you, he's still our king.


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Satan and Almighty God- Collab

You Suffocate Me with Darkness… ~Satan~ Lawless, deceiver Perverting, accusing, murdering Fallen angel, ruler of darkness, marriage destroyer You stalk, you lie, you destroy, you steal my loved ones’ joy You are the real loser in The End You permeate my life with prisms of warm sunshine… ~Almighty God~ Rejuvenator, love illustrator, galaxy maker, poem saver Shepherding, protecting, sacrificing Prince of Peace, Sea-calmer, our best friend You came, you lived, you sacrificed your life You are the main event In Paradise… Our Lord Written by John Aaron Green & Gwendolen Rix 1-2-11 For Opposites Attract Collaboration Contest~Tracie Indigo Dream Weaver John wrote the first half and believes that our poems will be inscribed into the streets of gold in Heaven which is referenced in the second half-- “poem saver”. Gwendolen wrote the second half.


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For One Day

If I had only one day left with you,
I would ask that day be in God's own time,
one day, a lifetime, every moment
an expression of love,
every hour a new adventure.

twenty four hours to slowly pass
with you at my side,
a never-ending dream,
always giving thanks,
one day left with you, 

would be eternity.

 


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The Three

Faith is the foundation, a rock, a bastion, a calling, a commitment,
requiring a leap, trust, surrender, a fearless heart, a willing spirit,
a higher conciousness.

Hope is a sustainer, a bottomless well, a lifting up by spirits wings,
a trusting soul, clouds of doubt pushed aside, a hand reaching out
trusting to be caught.

Love is the greatest, the key to open the first two. Love never fails,
the fruit of the spirit, longsuffering, a fearless domain, not puffed up,
enduring all, a joy to know, never selfish, freely given. A touch of
healing, a song not heard but felt, a spirit moving, a question you need
not ask. A state of peace, a heart unbridled, the answer to all questions,
a perfect truth, a solution for all things.


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Allowance

My prints are visible for now as I press the soaked sand
Breathing in the cured sea air
I hear the silent roar of its mighty movement
Disobedient curves imbuing in an aquamarine blue 
Rhythmic grains of tamed shells
So violently arranged in a thing of beauty along the beaten shore
One should feel powerless against its perimeter 
As the constant ascension changes the beach slowly over time 
So to do I feel an ever so mellow shift of mind 
The sea is an ever so predictable place 
With an unpredictable aim 
Every bit true for life 


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Magical Moments

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Gazing upon her heart shaped glass...

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While searching through the vanities disclosing drawer to find 

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A brush to run through the cascading of her golden hair 

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Mesmerized as joy fills my eyes once more; such beauty ~

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Giggling, as she turns knowingly amid her lovely bareness...

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Cherries set in firm atop her voluptuous vanilla breast

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Gently swaying this hourglass afore my heart; so timeless these

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Loves windless chills caressing my spirit left, drifting inside ~

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Her spellbinding, oceans painted eyes...

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...“Magical Moments”


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'Be A Rainbow'


Dreary days are forecast when rain are pelting down grey skies as far as you can see just like that, a a rainbow appears, without warning your spirit feels lifted guess there is something to smile about life has its moments where little seem to make sense and all you are capable of are tears just like a rainbow “a hello”, or “a how are you doing?” can be life altering In our busy lives; we rarely say “I’ve been thinking about you” who knows maybe someone is in need of a rainbow While navigating through the private storms in their lives...
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Dear Rosebud

Dear Rosebud:
The morning dew gently caresses you
like the faint whisper of a young child's kiss.
Your limbs yearningly reach for the sun
as if awaiting a long lost lover's embrace.
Only a pair of vacant eyes could fail to see
the wonderful symphony of color waiting to be.
If allowed to come into full bloom uninterrupted,
butterflies will dance liltingly across your awakening splendor
as honey bees sing praises to your blossoms burgeoning bounty. 
I can only pray your thorns grow sharp and rugged enough
to defend against the groping  hands of life's wickedness.
Only the desires of the most savage hearts would ravage
a still unfolding beauty and extinguish a spectacle yet to be.
Only a vile pair of ears could fail to hear a shattering heart
and the soul deafening screams of a rose picked too soon.
Love dad...


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Something of a Dreamer

Cast out on the water,
we were told how to return to port,
instead of being shown.

Exhausted from swimming,
staying away from the undertow,
we headed for home
but missed the docks,
and came upon a sandy unknown.

Strung out by its freedom,
you grew tired with the beach;
headed back to the harbour
in pursuit of a dream.

I stayed,
hypnotized by the kernels
slipping through my fingers,
as I collected shells
and feathers of seabirds,
adding these treasures to a driftwood shrine.
I fell asleep 'neath the stars,
so dreams came easily.

The port-town grew,
erected a lamp post nearby,
encroaching on my empire.
I twirled 'round,
arms spread wide,
turning off the intruding bulb.

You are so far away now,
moving from port to port
in pursuit of dreams.
From time to time
I visit our old harbour,
but it no longer feels like home.

I always return to the beach,
where I pluck dreams from the air
with a harbour in my heart.


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Living With It

It crouches above the ripe strawberry of her left nipple -
a swelling blot on the flawless skinscape of her breast;
a mortality reminder, a dead bell echoing in her ear,
eclipsing future hope and all she holds dear.
Mornings, in the bathroom, she absently fingers it
and feels the ice-curl of chill around her heart

as subterranean steam February-frosts the mirror with a hazy gleam.
Nightly she lies thigh-to-thigh with him.
He tastes the vanilla butter scent of her skin.
She tastes horror's metallic tang; crushing close to him,
sweaty with anxiety and morbid with imaginings;
slipping through the cradle of his arms, that fault-line crack,

as the earth and her world quietly shatter apart.
And she knows words are helpless to hold back the fear-frosted air.
The horror is strung between them, taut as a tightrope
across which creep all her figures of fear -
the dream demons who whisper constantly in her ear.
And all she wants is normality's reassuring touch -

a benign, safe hand upon her arm.
She tries to hide within the details of daily living
and takes small comfort where she can:
mundane morning rituals, the clatter of diurnal routine,
dishes dunked in foam-bubble water,
telephones ringing, voices asking.

Snowdrifts of hospital appointments pile up on a table.
And she feels isolate and separate as a snowflake;
a temporal frailty melting on the heat-pulse of humanity.
She no longer feels human.
Cells mushroom and proliferate within her body's twisting maze;
sickness spreading through labyrinthine arteries,

darkness shadowing veins' corridors, gathering in nodes.
A hidden malignity glitters in the web of infinity;
her skin shimmers ice-iridescent with radiation.
Cold mornings close in.
She prepares antioxidant-rich fruit in a bowl,
slicing strawberries with surgical precision.


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A Beautiful Reverie

Here I lie beside you
My heart goes thump.thump.thump.
My soul dances inside you
Reveling in the texture of your own.
Electric and flowing 
The currents of our love
Glow like neon lights
Illuminating the hope in my eyes.
Though we're not moving
I feel so incredibly alive
Invincible to my past
Untouchable by all who lack
That gentle touch of when 
You lean in and brush my face
Your lips grazing my skin
Softer than a butterfly.
And then you gaze into my eyes
I fall into your depths 
Twirling like the autumn leaves
Melting into your smile 
Your soul reminiscent of summer.
You pull me into your arms 
And for a moment I'm lost 
Breathless and in awe
Staring in the face of pure exquisite love 
And there you are - holding it 
Glowing in the moonlight of my stare.
My heart beats - its drum pounding away
Echoing a song thats lost its words
I touch your cheek and smile
My hands cant stay away
My lips s l o w l y, draw near yours
Hovering, and then - 
Part, a soft warmth against them.
My eye lids pulling shut
Dragging me into a silent heaven
I pull away - and what seemed millennia
Lasted only a moment, a second in time
But this is our love
This is what you do to me
You make me invincible and fragile
Lost forever in a beautiful reverie.


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'Embrace The Now'


Live for the now
We need to embrace it
It is all part our journey
Somehow we all have a purpose

Or you would not be reading this

You were part of His plan
Just moments in time
The heartache
The joy

Live for this moment
Enjoy the awesome opportunity
Nothing else should matter
We have the now
Though nothing is guaranteed
We may have a mapped out plan
We have no crystal ball

Try and embrace it
Even when you are stressed out
Embrace the now
Let’s not worry about tomorrow


Contest: My Most Inspirational Poem
9th Place


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Validation

In their dreams…

Yes, please Whisper indoctrinated dialect Upon my harrowing song Yes, please Remove that scented, plastic tulip Place it upon my oblivious palm As if we’re in a Sadie Hawkins dance Bribing hearts With petal currencies Psst, hey I woke up only feeling like a thousand bucks. A foreign knock-off made of recycled, rubber bolts And ambiguity Please Tell me I’m priceless with borrowed, high-interest breaths Liquidate my potent complacency To become that symbol of an elitist humanity Yes! Stroke that clouded, diamond tip With your sensual thumb Love stamps of approval After 6 months of quickie penetration And co-signatures on dilapidated apartment leases PLEASE, YES! Take me to our creator! Tell Him I am free!!! I will stand here in virtual observance! Wait, where are you going? Come back to me! COME BACK TO ME! My wheelchair’s batteries are fading! How will I stand?! NO! …
Sadly, they never validated their reality… ©Drake J. Eszes


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The Best Is Yet To Come

I keep writing everyday
Because the best poem is yet unwritten
I keep looking everyday
Because the best is yet unseen
I keep talking everyday
Because the best sentences are still unsaid
I keep on living everyday
Because the best part is yet unlived
I could make this list long
But never the less,point is written
With this little write I promise
The best in life is yet to come


About the poem:

I belive that whatever we say or do,we can always do it better:)


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'The Unreal of Real Life'

Her instinct was to run 
as fast as she could... 

Her feet started to move,
Slowly at first, gradually faster,

But then she bumped into something
A wall,
layered with promises,
unfulfilled ones
one by one 
she delved into them… 

NUMBER ONE said,
“I will always love you”, 
In little pieces it crumbled to the floor 

NUMBER TWO had the words, 
“Our love will last forever “,
Now scattered 

NUMBER THREE echoed the words, 
I would never hurt you, 
a promise so fragile 

NUMBER FOUR 
“We’re in this together”,
totally distorted... 

When she got to 
layer NUMBER FIVE
a single tear 
slipped from her eye 
because there she saw
an image of who she was 

Before his empty promises 
And all she hoped for was 
One last chance to be 
“That woman again!!...

One last try
To fix the broken pieces
 Before his footprints 
Demolished everything
 she was before him..


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Contest: Latest Poem On The Soup
4th Place


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Perception

To see ourselves as others see us --
unmasked images, through others' eyes --
half-formed caricatures, perhaps --
or mere grotesqueries -- 
barely recognized, telling
what we thought to hide --
we'd label these as skewed
perceptions, not real truth...

But, no matter -- when once
I thought myself unfairly judged
and asked "How so?",
I was reminded of the obvious,
i.e.: all outcomes are determined
by perceived attitudes and actions.
Not truth, but clear perception,
pure appearance, guide others' thoughts
and so create the world we live in.

Thus,  however harsh,
"Perception is reality."


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Start Digging

lips on fingertips
brush my cheek
then back on lips
dusting off frowns

closing my eyes
I feel you

your eyes
unwavering

delving
into my soul

asking questions
but content
with the mysteries

that are buried deep

giddy with the fact
that we have a lifetime
of excavation

dig to your
heart's content, honey
dig deep


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Ugly Is Beautiful

The hideous wrinkles and folds 
unmistakingly reveal the damage
that the harsh years had wrought,
all the battles waged and fought, 
won and lost.

I look at her now sunken face, 
beaten and badly weathered,
and there is no mistaking 
a perfect beauty she was
not that many years ago. 

She smiles, a hint of a dimple
peeking through the loose skin, 
faint signs of high cheekbones
desperately wanting to be seen, 
strong jaws chiseled on a face
that must have been stunning
when she was younger. 

Alas, all her enviable perfections
the passage of the years wasted,
disfigured, marred beyond repair 
by the envious hands of time. 

While this ugly observer focuses 
on her now terribly faded image, 
with a smile I sigh without envy, 
listening to a voice whispering: 
the more beauty one possesses, 
the greater is the loss in the end. 

Time, the great equalizer! 
Ugly from birth and ugly till death, 
I can take it all with a hearty laugh 
as there is not much I will give up,
for the years cannot take away
what from the start I never had.

Ah, ugly is much more preferable
and perfectly beautiful after all.


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Truth Be Told

"THE whole truth and nothing but the truth"


Precious and so innocent the heart of a young child.
The heart produces feelings of warmth and love so 
hard to explain.
As one reaches their teenage years these feelings
become more noticeable to them.
The mind says one thing and the heart says another.

We are left wondering which feeling to follow those
of the heart or those of the mind.
I chose to follow my mind and not my heart and I 
wonder to this day...
What would have been had I not been scared and 
followed my heart instead of my mind.
Truth be told maybe I am better off not knowing.

For P.D.'s "Truth Or Dare Contest"
Written by: Carol Brown
Written on: 02/28/2012
5th Place Winner


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Bliss

Into her bliss

…

I dandle her palms
Soft whispers of song
Between fingers’ hope

Each breath she emanates
Slows down nocturnal seconds

Crawl

Her alluring curvature
Making sunsets halt to take notice

Sway

Under our wings
We will transcend mahogany raptures

Stained glass streaks in carnal auroras
Beaming sultry appetites for cerebellum unison

Taste

Her lilac scented release

Sanctified eyelids
Gripping unto wanton’s edge

Muscle reflex
Reflects hunger amongst sapphire wishes

Hold

Cloud 9’s mattress
Inside
Redemption of our masses

Inches closer to epicurean epiphanies

Don’t
Let
Go

©Drake J. Eszes


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Your pain

Your pain Why do I feel your pain still When I left of my own free will My mind is heavy with the burdens you build Yet my heart is still tender And vulnerable to your every will When you’re hurting and making bad choices Your voice still touches my every emotion How is it that I still feel your pain Even when I have nothing left to gain Yes, I love you still But be with you, I never, ever will. You had my heart from the very start And slowly our love began to part Two became one, until one was none Off in separate ways for more than 365 days So how is it that to this day Your pain still finds its way Into my life and in my heart where it stays Lay


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Rebirth

Ignite,
The missing light,
Forget,
What's behind.
Just believe,
That love comes again...

'Cause,
The skies,
Are like a hard glide,
In a shining rainbow's light...

All dreams and fantasies,
Can be reality,
'Cause fantasy,
Is based on reality...
But all histories aren't the same...

'Cause,
Sometimes, we dive,
In our lives...

So,
Don't judge,
For what you see,
Judge,
For what it is...,
'Cause time passes,
But, memories remain...

And,
Listen,
To your heart,
'Cause,
The body, does,
The mind, thinks,
And, the heart, feels...,
While, the soul, lives...

So,
Always remember,
To remember the past,
To live the present,
And to wait and pursue the future...

Listen to your heart,
Before you are telling goodbye,
'Cause destiny,
Might lead to demise...,
But, remember that destiny can be changed...

Life is unpredictable,
But space and time,
Could be controlled...
And even if some die,
We may survive...

Remember,
That life,
Might have an endless beginning...

All that remains,
Is to be reborn...


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On Wings of Moogsmoorwood

She mentioned being walluntorspearsed about me,
but it is I, who should instead, be walluntorspearsing about her.

I have flown towards the sun on wings of moogsmoorwood,
only to crash into the harsh leavened steppes of Inglesnegativebroten.
After mending bones and burghainboggles,
I found myself in the middle of wandering Wartanwursters,
drooling for a taste of my blood,
gnashing their sharp schneezers.

I have died a thousand deaths,
been resurrected by the prayers of virtue,
by the Hoodoo of Hearsaylookspeaknottooloudeoles,
and Wax Saints in the mountains of Fleurflippantistan.

With a magnolia in my mouth,
spider's webs spun over crowns,
and a charcoal circle on my hand,
I fly on wings of moogsmoorwood,
with peace, love and the folly to be found in-between.

And yet, she walluntorspearses about me!
Is she naive, or is she a Saint?
Is she hollow, or is she filled with golden rain?
Does she truly know wot she is biting into?

Ah yes, the questions keep moving through my mind,
filling me with walluntorspearse,
for I cannot quite figure out if she is strong enough
to face the truth about Grimm-Gloommers,
or if she is in fact strong enough to take them on -
to open my eyes wide enough,
to let her have a go at them without meddling in the outcome,
to prove that I can stop walluntorspearsing about her....


....that she may very well be stronger than I.
Yes. The possibility alone, already offers a calming salve.


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On The Bank Of Eden

On the bank of my heart's Eden,
Reunited, but parted, were life and I,
By an unseen veil.

And now I stand,
Watching,
The unearthly land,
Whose beautiful weather,
I cannot feel but sense,
Is something more than spring,
And held away by an arcane fence,
There stand the angelic flowers blossoming,
Whose sweet scents,
And colours really soothing,
I know are there,
There presence I can swear,
But I am barred to perceive,
More than as if in a monochromatic dream.

I see the colours,
And the lights,
But not enough bold are my sights,
To carry them across the door to my soul,
As they do not know,
Where the door is hidden,
Maybe in the very Eden.

Maybe below the long, green grass,
Made of emeralds' slivers,
Fore whose assuaging greenness my eyes crave.
Or maybe under those godly rivers,
Flowing into the oceans of light,
Maybe in the core of air, in flight,
The heavenly air, 
To breath in which, I long,
And to fill it with a freedom song,
To light candles of peace in its each layer.

The saintly air,
In which I dream to disperse,
Like prophetic words,
That can echo the divine call,
To open the doors to my soul.
I look at my Eden through the invisible wall,
Knowing, somehow, that one day,
The wall will be melted away,
By my tears,
Swept away,
By the breeze of my prayers.

I stand praying to be reunited,
With my breaths, my soul, my flight,
Gazing at the wonderful but distant sight,
With my heart heavy,
Corners of my eyes wet,
I pray that I may get,
And reach soon, what is mine,
Feeling to have heard,
A whisper from the divine,
That to reach it, I have been destined.


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13

Now I enter a new day with nervous breaths

A return of innocence

The red balloon that you want to win
In summer’s carnival

That hand you want to hold
But can’t
	
Those goosebumps that embed an uplifting silence

Pacing by the phone,
Echoes of ringtones and comfort greetings

A deep blue sky during autumnal Saturday mornings

Where, now,
I find myself standing by a solitary chair
In a school dance

As “Right here Waiting” plays in 500 watt flirtations
Hoping she accepts this dance

Living for the remembrance of you

Romantic palpitations reaching towards handwritten memories

Living for your remembrance of me

This 13 yr old heart
Beating
Beating
Towards a smile of irrevocable consequences

Caressing ivory keys upon resilient sunflowers

Awaiting our smiles to rendezvous unto willful sunrises

Our solemn faces against shoulders
Swaying to a never-ending stanza

Missing you, like The Police,
With every breath I take

©Drake J. Eszes


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No Pain,no Poetry

From the desktop of my life , I deleted Pain, so that nobody could restore it again. From the canvas of my life, I wiped away Sorrow, so that I could get a joyful tomorrow. From the diary of my life, I erased all my Grief and sent them on a long leave. Seeing this,Poetry asked, "Why should I stay with you then?" So I restored Pain,painted Sorrow and scribbled Grief in my life again. ========================


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Sonata

Inspired by, and a response to, Nette Onclaud’s: “Welcoming a new Tune”

What is it about a falling star?

Stardust tears mimicking an inevitable end
Yet, we reach higher

A palladium telescope, no longer needed.

Artificial eyes that we no longer desire.

A wanton cerebellum pulling heart’s trigger

Pulling

Towards constellation's grip

...

Another Chopin sharp
Echoing unto sunbursts

F a l l i n g Again, fallen
Flat Another accented clef breaking barriers. The song of the wisp bellows. Will the time arrive where one can rise into chorded incipience? Embarking towards our heaven without any gates… Minutes will be measured by breaths held in sincerity. An infinite stanza lunging my essence towards serenity’s bliss Ah, there is indeed something about the cuddle of this mist… ©Drake J. Eszes


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Summer Perdition

A sheet of glass, this expanse of water.
How its tranquillity mocks my unrest.

Colourful beach balls and balloons
travel the park in diminutive hands.

Bodiless voices call in the sun
and bounce off these sizzling surfaces.

It is not surprising I wear cool clothing
and masquerade serenity.

Swollen laburnum pods harbour their horror -
wombs cradling their malignancies.

Such outward masks of innocence!
And the leaves of the willow

mournfully fish the water that stretches into distance
further than vision.

Blossom strews the ground like confetti.
A green leaf anchors in my hair.

*

At the station things roll into vision -
travelling paraphernalia, fluorescent strip lighting.

I ride the escalator unsteadily.
I am concealing the necessary:

cakes of soap, folded fabrics -
appurtenances of normality.

My respectable patent heels tap hollowly
over the cobbles, the cracked paving stones.

These old garden walls
wear thin skins of lichen now.

Sunlight winks on windowsills,
glittering white paint and ceramic bowls of plants.

Wallflowers scramble up the trellis,
shockingly yellow,

their pollen cloying the air.
Canvas chairs create a Neapolitan facade:

pastel stripes sitting on pink.
One paisley curtain is fluttering

from a high open window.
Already your tenuous grip lets go.

What throttling helplessness in the throat...
Frantic fingers sift and pick over

the desperate possibilities
contained in the musty depths of suitcases,

the shadows of cool stone cottages.
These walls retain the scent of bergamot,

reminiscent of relinquished summers,
the redolence lingering in the pastel decor.

*

There is no anchor in this terrible sea.
Counsellors bring the modest comforts of select words,

cultivated smiles and cups of tea.
They attempt to smother my fear.

Cheap chipped crockery
and scalding spirals of steam.

Rings encircle these defenceless fingers
that crawl over the tea trays like insects -

cold quoits, surgical silver.
Rubies and sapphires bear testimony to obscene betrayal.

In the hollow months an emptiness will tug at me
like dragging menstrual aches.

Young limbs lie useless and inert,
motionless under starched coverlets.

Something predatory prowls the floor.
A phantom protection is all I claw.


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Learning To Fly Again

Voice of Scandinavia
(learning to fly again)

In the twilight hour
Blue mountain range
Changing to dark giants

Mysterious figures springs 
.. out of the steep hill sides
Hour of mysteries and fantasies

You`ve been runnin`for too long
Now you`ll be hiding in the dark
Protected behind Mother Nature`s shield

At the break of dawn
Mother Nature, relieve my pain
This time it may very well be my last
Take this injured bird up to the mountain range 
Let it spread its wings, and learn to fly again

Soar above high mountain peaks
Colorful valleys - all from a birds eye
Its all I know.. All I ever wanted to know
Great Spirit of Nature.. keep me under your protective wings
Lift my soul and let it fly, let me learn to fly again


A. Ertsland
June 29th 2012

* Inspired by finding a little bird who had fallen out of its nest earlier this year.See ya:-)


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Marilyn -- A Love Song

Rhapsody playing its crescendo in love's...
Melodic opera's notes; as slowly she lowers
Her sundress, while shyly brushing aside silks
Golden hair gazing into paradise and she smiles
Enchanting her long dark lashes kissing gently my
Warm beating heart her mistress fingers dew within
Every gentle touch destined and nothing can compare
Oceanic fair fondly lying aside her beauty yearnful risen
Spirits to be quenched; thirsting a soothing as she my lips.


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SEVEN DAYS



seven days a week... the intervals in between
can shape twilight into scented ambrosia
    and turn noontime to boiled potion of tan,
dusk smears the sky darkening bronze
        while the night, a textured chameleon... 
  the shrill and serenity of minutes
can blaze the air with  time's ecstacy 
or numb the splintered liver of pain's regret. 

is this a week
that pours of subway’s sweat, then glitters
evening with a vault 
of celibate, white stars? coffee and newspaper
expire as the hours    dwindle into pieces
of unknown sighs: a clock
without hands cradling an endless space
bathed in the moist kiss of dawnbreak
floating on a veil graced by 
             life's alchemy, unbidden...
 
seven days a week: a deep hole lost
in a melee between men and beasts,
defining not the terms and conditions
of human traces that linger or stain
the lines of meridians blending haste with
                            pace?
             there are no answers, 
i just wade like a child becoming a fetus
without all these adult specs rendering
white stars,celibate...
           in seven days a week.




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'validation'

sometimes we look for validation from strangers, only to be disillusioned... When all we have to look for is the love from within and speak love and life into every breath we take--
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Mrs Jasmine Garland Seller

A female tongue pushed me down from the swing of sleep.
Rain kids roused the stink of railway track in the dawn.
His liquor reddened half opened eyes gaze
At the life-like-fan, its rotation makes him dizzy.
His sweet brown lady drags him into the duties.

A long chain of complaints tinkles on her lips.
Worries about her female children at home
Rise up like the black smoke from the train.
She tries to put white smelling jasmine garlands nicely
In her basket that does rest on the floor of the compartment.

Baskets never enjoy the  fragrance, but only carry............


FABIYAS M V


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Black Diamond Night

Black Diamond Night

Life is a cruel wench, a beckoning tramp, she is.
 Sprawling wide open to draw us into her erotic nectar.
 She whispers lurid words which promise to forestall
 The imminent erosion, of illusionary perfection.

The promise of a tomorrow? Few have the inherent structure,
 To challenge her guile, humming quiet, sweet victory.
 Only the ancient one, who hides beneath our vision,
When wrenched from the rock, is still perfect in her imperfection.

Dawn loses its battle to dusk, and returns again to be defeated
 In an endless, biblical battle. The waves wash up on the shore
Wrenching the sands from pounded beaches; only to spew up
 Again and be dumped ashore by the evenings rushing tides.

I lie on my back, on a beach, gazing up at dark stars,
On this black diamond night, sadly, wiser.

Brenda  Molmod  Atry  8/14/2012


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'Rediscover Me'


- "If you can walk away today, would you?"
Somehow that question stuck in her mind as she was packing things in her suitcase Can it really be this easy? I hope not she thought - How can one just pack up and go? How do you forget the things that you cherished for half your life things that made the most sense even those you identified as your own? How did you become the stranger in the family portrait? So unrecognizable lifeless hair, a face that reflect weariness With an absent smile I never realized I've lost myself somehow, somewhere I got stuck while everyone around me continued to grow stagnant I became - because I worried about everybody else and forgot to love me maybe it's time I rediscover me - 'cause how can one give love when you don't love yourself? So this is not goodbye, no I'm not leaving you... Just taking some time out to rediscover me ---
*Inspired by so many situations out there* @270620121100


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The Poet Rambles

the truth never told me a lie; if one writes a thousand poems one has a thousand poems written; everyone sees the sky as blue; Chicken Little is the only one the poet knows to see the sky as falling, therefore, the poet can imagine what it must be like to wonder if the sky will fall on her too.  Oh, and by the way it can happen because of you know that law (No, not Murphy's Law ((gotcha)) ), Godel's law.  Well, time for a dictionary hey?!  And even funnier, the poet doesn't have any screws loosw since the nuts and bolts of the poet are adjusted quite well anyways.  Well, scrap that concept, the poet doesn't actually exist except for in some macabre, abstract, poetic, humanistic, peaceful way that for sure will cease within the next one hundred years.  Therefore, the poet so shall choose to be the Biggest frickin', flippin' "Dreamer Be" in such a Divine sense as to ponder all things and mark the poet's fingerprints on life in sizzlin' accordance with the poet's law which is as follows: "Skip your mundane penchant for life and live a new existence-- exchange a size small life for a ginormous size dream life!"  Skip to the beats with fervid heat.  Off my soap box now, the poet puts her words into action-- Lights, Action, Creation.  Dreamer Girl gives way to her Big Heart!


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michael jordan, poet soul - you are it

a poet's soul is brimming with life
through tragedies and glorious highs,
we all are connected; we all deeply care;
a poet's soul speaks to the heart in us all.

this poet i have recently come to know
personfies overcoming tremendous odds
with grace, honesty and a generous spirit
this poet writes truth, deeply rooted in faith.

i feel blessed to know this kind, poet soul
his writing inspires and encourages by example
to whom do i speak of you wonder, i know,
michael jordan, poet soul; this tag is for you.


~the lovely & talented joseph spence wrote a tag 
for me, this is my first; i hope you enjoy~


***thank you joseph, i hope i did ok***


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The Jew and a Nazi


Singing praise of past lives
with the dreams of swastikas and rose-tinted spectacles
floating through my head.
One moment, a Polish Jew,
the next, an Aryan German -
dual reflections held in the iron gaze
of a predatory raptor and the sharp-angled, six-pointed star
perpetually spinning, reopening wounds
which the weeping Roses of Sharon cannot heal.


I held you in my youthful arms, 
serpents rising from the secret codes of my loins, 
and I worshipped you as an old, universal lover 
as I penetrated your dark womb;
a sanctified temple of Angels and Daemons.
    
Initially we prayed to the inverted graves
sliding through oil-slicked skies,
so young of heart and mind we were. 
Our love was purified in the hellish Axis-kiln 
paralleling the flames flickering against our skin. 

The vessel of our love shone like glass, 
cooling off to less dangerous levels 
in the forgiving breeze of empathy
(aside from the fact that when I watched you move,
the world stood still for me).

And then we wiped away the green grins from the glass.
 
We became one pulse,  
the Jew and a Nazi
teaching each other how one should not pray to 'him' alone, 
for both phallic powers are needed 
to light the spark of creation:
    
"Our Father AND Mother who art in Heaven(after), 
hallowed be both thy names."

Male and female energies 
breathing life into each other,
fusing together 
like slightly distorted transvestite, Siamese twins. 
    
We wanted to stay in our fleshly pleasures, 
but our minds spread wings. 
Taking flight, 
ascending smoothly within turbulence, 
we transformed into golden light, 
moving invisible objects with our thoughts,
removing shackles, opening secret locks,
figuring out who was who --

who were the real Jews, and who were the true Nazis,
who were the Angels and who were the Daemons....

....who were Daemons and who were Angels. 









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Regrets

love is so hard to requite
when sin has killed desire
where there was once a desprite need
now the smoke of an extinguished fire
the empire where there was a throne
that sparkled with streets of gold
crumbled into disrepair
a slum of dry rot, mildew and mold
love was an idol truely a god to behold
a million promises to ones self
over and over told
dilusions of grandure 
and hopes that lured the way
a blindness created 
that explained iniquities away
an unselfish giving as love would endure
a life style of living 
with a dream soundly secured
writen in stone this thing so pure 
proteceted by my love so sure
until that day... until that day
yet i have never stoped loving you
with all my power
i cannot pause my affection 
for one single hour
mine is to suffer endlessly
and to never forget your name
from this day forward 
I'll always feel the same
i'll always take you back 
no matter what you do
it's a given fact
that i'll always love you
no matter what you are to me
you'll always have my heart
no matter what you do to me 
you'll always own a part
so with this wounded heart
i still give my life to you
with a foolish heart
i swear my love to you


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Peridot Renewal

August’s dry winds scorch the landscape
While I sit here in the shade of a weeping willow
Watching tiny dust devils twirl and spin along the pavement
Living heat dances, wavering gently the scenery before my eyes
While poppies and gladiolas wither limply on their stem
But the peridot sweet, with its pale green color
Reminds me instantly of renewing spring
As the sun sparks a glitter from this
Precious gift I wear on my finger
Perhaps or simply perchance
It’s why it was chosen
This transparent
Semiprecious
Form of
Olivine


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Lying Tower

Lies...
stack them up like
foam blocks, all foamy—
or wooden blocks 
be wooden

Higher, and higher,
piled on top of the other,
teetering

A foundation built on lies

Sky high, too high 
one 
last lie
to put on top,
one more lie
as white and light
as a feather

but it is enough
to let everything
topple over...

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    O_
    L_ 
          l_
      a_
           P_S_
                   i_
                      N_g


Liar mother,
what becomes your child?

liar child,
what will become of you?







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LONELY

It’s dusky and smoky in the room. People are talking too loudly, laughing at a joke of which the punch line was lost in the din. I shift my weight on the stool – the dimensions not quite fitting my shape. My skirt rides up my thighs. I leave it there and pick up a stare from across the room. Not quite sure if it was meant for me, I notice a slumped punter lift his glass in a salute. I nod and turn reluctantly back to my half empty glass on the counter. A cautious tap on my shoulder quickens my pulse. It is late and my head is fuzzy from the G & T’s, but this attention is most definitely meant for me. He mumbles sweet nothings. Well, that is what it sounds like through his whiskey breath slurring. He picks up my flimsy wrap and drapes it over my shoulders. The touch from another human being feels good on my naked skin. I let him kiss me on the lips and do not protest when he calls for another round. I cannot remember when last someone has sweet talked me. It is getting very late and the prospect of being alone fills me with dread. In the dark corners of the bar people are trying to expel the mutual fear of being lonely.
****************************************************************** GLOSSARY Persona Literary Term refers to the narrator or speaker of the poem, not to be confused with the author - a narrative voice other than the poet tells the entire poem. The expression derives from the Greek word "persona" meaning mask. When the poet creates a character to be the speaker, that character is called the persona and the poet imagines what it is like to enter someone else's personality. This is an example of a poem where I have used persona. It usually reflects the thoughts of the speaker and they are not necessarily the personal experiences of the poet, ie the poet places himself in the shoes of the other person and comments on a scene observed. It is a difficult format to write in as as the poet needs to keep in character throughout the poem and it tends to deviate from the usual voice of the poet.


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My Emily

She never did come back home that night
Me pacing the floor
Walking for miles in search of her
Leaving me torn apart
Spewing with the turmoil of wondering
Just what happened to her
Who had she been with and why?
Engraved on to my mind
her name
etched in my heart
her love, her sighs
Spiking my tongue
her name cries out
My heart splinters
my gut receives another jolt
God I loved that girl
and didn't even know for certain until today
But now it is too late
I left it too long
to proclaim my love for her
afraid of the pain 
which comes from being knocked back
still even that is not as I suffer now
in the whispering of her name
I look in the mirror 
yet see her reflection stare back at me
smiling and tossing back her flowing locks
her very presence is felt in abundance
Her huge eyes dark as purest deepest sapphires
class more expensive than purest diamonds
with a charismatic magnetism radiating out
overwhelming all within reach of her personality
Stolen from this world she was
No notice to anyone that she would be leaving
Nothing makes sense anymore
And I long to know if we shall meet again
Some new day in a realm beyone ours
Another time another place
I'll wait for her as I hope she will for me
For true love will never die




Based on a true story from Christmas when a young woman went missing - found murdered...  My thoughts went to those around her and inspired to write came this, but I have changed the girls name for the sake of those that knew her...  So sad to still have these things going onin our world...


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'Ever-changing'



"At times when you feel just like a distant memory... Embrace the unforgettable moments - just smile and move on" 'you are still alive create new ones'
Life is ever-changing People change Your needs change Sometimes the person you started Your dream with, Might end that journey abruptly Then you feel lost Alone Like a distant memory At times, you want to give up And clinging to old memories is your only beacon of hope It is good to embrace The unforgettable moments Smiles can lift a downhearted spirit We can't always live in that moments though We need to move on and create new ones Taking it one breath at a time... ©290120141353


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-- after having written 500,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,002 poems

Eye understand the purging processsSsss,
the simplicity of catharsis -
heated caterwauls wailing in alleys
with porch lights shot through by moths of powdered blame, regret

and guilt. Continuously, I read the poems of others:

"Poor me! Poor, poor pathetic me,
my heart is going to wither away!
Because of YOU! Because of YOU!
I hate you now,
you spineless whore.
Why did you leave me shattered
upon the harsh surface of broken dreams?"

"Slam! Slam! Slam! I have a big gun, you'd better run!"

Japanese Whispers - "Lost in a forest           -           all alone."

"All together now, let's sing Kambojah."
__

Oh, I feel the pain, feel the nightmares
unfolding in the minds of others,
a clairvoyant, empathetic twister I am;
I don't wear a tin-foil helmet.

and the dreams, the beautiful dreams of light

The words fill me,
vowels and consonants bridge murkiness
with an astounding clarity.
Windows
into
even
the
most
simple moments touch me deeply.

Of smothered hope
rekindled hope
sunken coffins
bats and belfrys
rainbows arcing                --               introspection flowing across the nostalgia of 
porch-swings, dripping peaches, the scent of a newborn baby, the existentialism 
of bee-headed bishops, forbidden touches, slippery, secretive pantings.

After having written 500,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,002 poems,
I became tired of writing for/about myself in a certain way.
I lost my way,
desiring the vain-glory of spotlights,
far too entrenched in devices,
and the: I-am-so-cool-I-am-too-cool-to-be-warm-crowd.
Curdlings of avant-garde souring my morning coffee,
the hollow musings of lost souls reaching out of sugar-cubes,
reaching for something more
than their silly, inane routines of simply surviving. Simply surviving.
I understand.

I read poems
as gifts for my soul.
But for me, it isn't quite as easy to reciprocate,
for I am a rhombohedral, hexagonal ____________.

It was only after being able to reach deep inside myself,
pulling out a purity of intention,
to finally, finally write poems for another           -        as gifts
with no expectations or strings attached,
that I was able to give back,
to fully express how deeply the words have touched me all along....


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Solace In Sand

we dance to the offbeat sound
           of daisies in our hair
(freedom comes in many forms)
hot sand on our bare feet 
as we twirl and twirl to sounds
that others just are deaf to
I go here when I can’t breathe
this is the place to come
                when life crushes
when it beats me beneath a boot stomp
of sorrow and invisibility

miles of blue ocean….
              unsolved mystery
and shoreline of tranquility 
warm balmy caresses on tanned cheeks
palm trees sway along with the breeze
seems they hear our song….

I am free here…in this utopia
a nirvana just for little Bri and me
she hears my music….she laughs
(and the sound is like a thousand stars)
and she spins to the notes
floating on the air 
caught on a euphoric wind

I see her blue eyes smiling
(the whole sky shimmers there)
her little wood sprite giggles
fits of them as she chants
“watch me mommy!”
tiny chubby arms out wide
embracing life 

and my heart melts 
as she captures the wind
in baby hands and kisses  it
with innocent girl lips
and lets it flow back out
caught up in the laughter
I forget that life is hard

can you hear our music?
come and play here….
only us three….we would dance

yes….daisies shine in our hair
girlish giggles skip the waves
we are united in our paradise
and  pirouette faster and faster
 in these moments 
the ragged hurt disappears
and the sun shines again

will we see you there?
there is room for you....


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Alone in the unknown land

I am alone,in this unknown land
The way back as a losers game,I played
Wanna live it bravely but at times I fail....
Me who cries for the gone past,me myself call a pessimist

Past which teach me a lot
Life a teacher,teach me happily the sorrows...
Me jealous of those happy ones
Thinks its a curse alone for me or may the fate...

Still my goals are firm
I'm not ready to leave it for the past
But for the future
I am ready to fight for my life

Me not a selfish ! Still want something,not for me 
But to help the world,The ones who are alone..........


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You Are on My Mind

You're on my mind
Doing things which you
Love most with me
Creating marvels of life
You want to share
Making impossibility
Possible and real
Exploring the vastness
Of love we share
Even in our minds
Let's don't stop
These uncanny feelings
Until we realize
It's all in our minds.


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Winter Memory

Snowflakes fell, large and wet, 
On that early morning in December
Our country home was soon enfolded
In winter's cold, white mantle

The noonday sun parted the somber clouds
With rays smiling and bright
It seemed to be saying...
"That's enough snow...for now"

Mother walked along the silent path
To where the mail was waiting
She paused for a moment and smiled
The untouched landscape, glittering white before her
Awoke the child within her heart

She began to play
Soon the beginnings of a snowman
Rested at her feet

My father watched the scene unfold
Through the bedroom window
His eyes glittered as brightly as the snow
A smile creased his face
And a chuckle escaped his lips

This picture is etched forever
In the corners of my heart
Forever I will see her there playing in the snow
Forever I will see him broadly smiling at her delight 
Forever I will see them both so completely full of joy
So full of life
So full of love.


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Emotional Turbulence

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


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whispers in silence

What keeps me awake
When the cool breeze bears whispers of things to come
Promises to be fulfilled on the morrow?

Is it my joyless moment of cognizance
knowing that this stagnant night ripples from no real breeze
Only imagined promises birthed on the whims of a longing heart?

Yet, what keeps me awake
is not these dreams of flattering winds
but it is this night of lifeless branches and unrifled leaves
the lack of real whispering winds taunting my heart
What truly keeps me awake
Is the silence of tomorrow.


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'Sleep deprived ramblings'

Everything is not always just black and white hidden beneath what we think we know are the blurred version of what is really real and what we perceive to be real… Our hopes and dreams might not manifest in the way we envision them but somehow between what we wish and what our faith sets in motion things that are meant for us are born, birth from a tomorrow we didn't know existed Yet, It will mean the world to us, if not today maybe the next day… It's all part of living between what we thought is black and white and what is hidden beneath the tinted shades of hopes and dreams we never knew existed…
© All Rights Reserved Contest: Inspirational 6th Place


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Kindergarten: Huntress

Part your lips, I will swallow your fears, swallow death entwined within your roots, and give birth to a flowing meadow. Part your lips a little more, take my breath, take it all, hold it in - give it back to me and I will feed you the sky, show you how to dine upon the night-hawk soaring in my eyes - soaring, breathing, death breathing life back into a horizon of broken language. I dissolve into you, always had boundary issues, never quite fit into kindergarten because of it. What's mine is mine is yours. My land is your land, my body is your body. Push your fingers into the gashes they made for me, into the gashes I made for myself. Taste the pain, taste the pleasure - I sharpen my fangs upon your incisors. Huntress, I am your willing supplicant, together we burn as stars, we burn as stars, the city lights below dance for us. __ They spun in the distance, spun closer into vapour, parting the biting cold of winter.... ....they came together, they come together, inside-outside of time.


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World of Magic

Banished into the hall for the art of magic
Cracked and crackled he practices with despair
As loneliness consumed and his life purged in doubt
This magician whose life was cut to pieces
Feeling crushed and defeated, practices his art.
This banished magician soul once thrived
In the realm of worldly magic
Now, banished and tarnished to the core
 the loneliness ever consumed his distraught mind
His thoughts became agonized by pain and sorrow
His determination to succeed consumed his soul
The blistered broken heart that once was scattered
Now became the breath smoldered with hate
Imprisonment  brought determination and strength
His magical spells became stronger
His hands and rod became a lethal weapon
He flung balls of fire wanting to burn the souls,
that sent him to this eternal dungeon
His magic became powerful making him feel invincible
No one would dare challenge his power
He felt  he was invincible to the world
But, he was banished for a reason and that
reason would have to come to the surface.
As he met with the magical magicians he learned
that he had to learn to channel the magic
channel the power within himself for the power of good
and evil rested in his very own hands.
A lesson that needed to be learned if he was to 
survive in the magical world..


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Within The Clouds

it stormed again in her heart last night
     wild slashing rain
driving hard against the walls
     battering the beat
     and riding the heat
shattering wailing zephyrs
this tempest bemoans her

it stormed again in her heart last night
      hard pulsing thunder
and raw rhythms that quake
and she alone to feel the pain
stark and dark Kentucky rain
tearing past her guard
to lay blasted and bleeding

it stormed again in her heart last night
where daffodils should bloom
where the sun light is cast aside
and tulips weaken and fold
     cherries lose their hold
lightening has shadowed eyes
willow boughs must always weep

it stormed again in her heart last night
as she alone watched the sun die
fragile hands, and hollow cheeks
    torn and worn, the shattered
in the red and blue that mattered
in a dark lake beneath the crying moon
     that is where the tears go


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Memories etched in the sand

Sifting warm sand 
through my fingers,
shimmering fine grains 
glitter my palm.
Sand,
filled with life’s memories
of nut brown days
of summer.

A soft silk breeze 
formed dunes
with our dreams 
that summer
when we danced to the stars.
My heart laced yours
listening to the sea
undulating waves of emotion
as we kissed 
on the velvet strand.

I still hear
the rhythm of the ocean.
Waves tumbling in unison,
a sweeping sound 
gently caressing
as we lay silently 
listening to sand
shifting over stone
to the faint chiming
of seashells.

My first love
a sea salted embrace
on a breast of sand.
The memories
forever held
in the sand
in glitter on my hand.


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Jekyll's Hide



Conception
conceives
the light of intelligence
blooms with the darkness of earthly clay.
Harmony momentarily displayed
each child of man.

Rampant growth tumbles the solitary soul
like an agate in the tumbled path of tide.
Pounding, pushing deep inside so much
so much we can’t abide.

An aggregate are we
of sun and sand and ocean
like diamonds can we shine
or burn like bits of coal.

Conception
conceives
the light of intelligence
blooms with the darkness of earthly clay.

Harmony momentarily displayed
each child of man.
The choice is always there
thrusting, rutting, wrong
to consume all…

Shall we listen to this call?
Or let the frailer fountains flow
the fragile blossoms bloom? 


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Have more respect for yourself

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Lord forgive me she says she is on that sophisticated wine and dine, 
she says her lips are sweet, hips full bliss enough to put your mind at ease. 
Damn girl where did you get those degrees. 
She feigns knowledge, pledges abstinence but lets loose to the first fool she sees
Then pledges again and lets loose and the cycle continuously, continues in a loop of ignorance. 
Strange you are, a woman you are,
so when will you take a stand, and understand your lips and hips... 
momentary satisfactions. The ratings of your visage an illusion which fades over time. 
Rude... me... no, truthful yes, knowledge is a blessing the king you seek is not 
dwelling in the slums in where you hum your tunes
Lord forgive me she says she is on that sophisticated wine and dine, 
she says her lips are sweet, hips full of bliss enough to put your mind at ease. 
I won't beg, I won't cry so the more power to you girl, cause ignorance is truly bliss


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Larks

The tangled sadness of souls lost 
Between Heaven and Earth, 
Eternally on their way, 
Lifting upwards, 
Soaring, 
Climbing. 
Only to feel the ground’s pull, 
The unseen ropes. 
Trapped in intermediation. 

They have left us without leaving, 
Departed without arriving, 
No sweet Lethe for them, 
No afterlife among ethereal 
Beauties bathed in eternal light, 
No rest in a perfect balance, 
Outside the toss of seasons. 

So this is purgatory, 
This hell of a half-way house. 
Stretched out in an 
Agony of elongation, 
We can sometimes see them 
In the wriggle of smoke 
In striated clouds. 
They are the larks, perhaps, 
That dive into the sky and climb 
Climb 
Climb 
Until their frightened tiny frantic panic 
Sends them spiralling down 
Down 
Down 

To the thin air over the cruel stubble 
Of dead wheat. 


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An angels wing

My dearest friend, i truly hope these words of council find you well
Word has come upon my ear that you are in much need of a warm speech
Means find me not suited to come exchange words personally, yet my soul is with you
Yes many moons have passed since we last stood to our own shadows, this i cant deny
Only if you knew of recent events that have scared my spirit deeply ever now
Loose not thy faith, for at times like this it is the only warmth that one could find real
The hand of life presses firmly on, yet i plea to you and stand strong it will be hard
Open your eyes, and bless Him that loves us all, His life he gave that you may draw breath
Gently feel the wind, listen it whispers of better times that are still to come
Pay mind to the wise council of God, for joy lays in the days of he whom keeps it
Lift your troubles, embrace the present, look back knowing it's long gone
Learn if you can, mistakes only aid the growth of wisdom in each spirit
Ignore the tounges that speak to their own benefit, seek the joy of your own soul
Dont you see tomorrow they claim their joy, least you whom still seeks to theirs
Aid those whom you can, tomorrows moon will look down upon you with gratitude
For those whom aid the sons of God, build treasure up in heven where rust ceases to be
Let the colors of life be painted unto your canvas where your story begins
Bear the fruits of whom you are high, for life alone is but a gift
Love with your all, make mistakes we all fall short from the glory of God
He knows you better than anyone else, love Him and see his blessing poured unto you
Listen that my verse fades unto nothing, pause and take note of facts that stand
My knowledge comes from one greater over all the earth
Jehova my God loves you, take  then hope beneath my wing, and angels wing


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POE IN TREE

I have dropped my pains on pages of poems,
the ink in my pen treasures my groans,the 
quill is my sword, with edges sharp enough
to sculpt the perfect picture, the quill is the
only thing you got when those devils try to 
get ya, the only warmth when those men or
women forget ya, I bet ya a million bucks 
and yes it sucks, but poetry is more than
just writing, its healing, remedy of feeling, 
dealing with the worst of you,  quenched the
thirst of you, a doctor or a nurse to you, 
sometimes you  get delusions and think it
gave birth to you, as it pours on its immensity
of worth on you, that's what enchanting words
will do.



One day I gave poe to a dying tree 
now it has grown it looks fine to me, boy oh 
boy the tree said to me, if it wasn't for your 
poe in tree  another day I wouldn't have seen,
but now I have STRONG roots running below
city's a million  feet strong and a billion feet 
long and I can stand to bear the blues jay on 
my branches, with songs all day long, I wrote his 
song it went like this poe in tree poe in tree gave
ETERNAL bliss to thee, oh by the way, I am
the tree saved by poe in tree poetry poetry


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My Sleeping Child

I don’t recall what I dreamt of –
did I think upon myself
with contempt or
was sleep replete
with perfect places.

I don’t recall what I thought,
when down the rabbit hole
I fought with 
who to trust –
too many smiles and faces.

I don’t really recall
the depths of fear
and all the 
demons I created
that chased me till dawn.

But this is not me,
it is my child
and she is,
though curled like in my womb,
the artist of her own song.

But, I wish so
to climb into her dreams
and scold all
that try
to do her wrong.


Written from the artist's (mother's) point of view


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Giddy Up

The wind herds the brown-paper bag leaves pell-mell along the river of asphalt. Gusts whip bare branches into a frenzy. Mini cyclones scatter street rubble. Flags whack poles with great abandon and cloth lines bang rudderless into the clapboard. Men with tear filled eyes rush toward shelter. The sun still, and silent, lassoed by the herder shines lemon ice upon the day.


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'These Tears'

I could feel his arms around
Though I never saw them
Even as the tears rolled down my face 
I could feel the power deep within 

They are worth so much more 
These tears of mine 
They keep me sane 
When I feel drained 

Renewed strength I found 
In tears I no longer hate 
Tears I no longer hide 

The comfort I sought 
The peace I longed for 
I found in your arms Lord 

You saw me at my worst 
Yet, you still embraced me 
I am yours

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Love story

~~**~~~
As a child I would sit and cry. Pray to God for a way out at night. Along came a boy who changed my world. I knew from the start you were the one. Everyone said it was not love We were too young to know of that. I was 16 and you were 18, we were just children running wild and free. Spending every minute together, Felt Like I was living in a love song. With every beat of my heart our love grew strong. We became one on that faithful September day I took your hand and knew everything would be ok. You were my rock and I loved you so much. Nothing would have torn us apart. Years have passed by and times have changed. I went my way and you stayed the same. Feels like we are living in two different worlds. Never did I see this coming down the road. Always thought we would love forever When will our hearts collide again? When will we feel like more than friends? I hope this isn’t the start to the end. I hope we can find the love we once had When that boy came along and changed my life Sweeping me off my feet on that warm summers night. We cuddled under the stars so bright. Holding tight hoping for the night to never end As we became more than just friends.


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The Life-After-Death Sentence

As a child, I wished 
I could refill 
Sky-blue plates 
With old grits and scrambled eggs
And raise sons that bled to death during night-labor.
I thought this would resurrect souls
Prematurely swallowed 
Six feet below
By the black holes
On Earth.

When I prayed, I cursed 
The Angel of Death
For not committing suicide
Or at least aborting Murder.

After God found me, 

I helped found a new Garden of Eden 
By killing
The Venus flytrap 
That feeds off a human's flesh and last breath,
And releases non-essential elements 
That even suffocate 
Air.
I committed 
These acts of kindness 
In hopes of being found guilty 
Of premeditated 
Prevention of murder
And eventually being
Given 
The life-after-death sentence.


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Autobahn

~2012 New Berlin Remix~


Rapid Eye Movements
cruise down the Autobahn,
driving dreams of soldiers 
slaying the wicked Beast in the East,
seeds hidden in the cuff links
returning home for the victory parade.

The victory parade of the new millennium
is a mirage, as desert sand blows 
through the desolate streets of Basra,
spray painted slogans of 'Aryan Nation'
scrawled across crumbling walls.
High level Terror-alerts
scroll across the Fear o' Dome,
breeding paranoid glances 
of commercial-class passengers
flying high above barbed-wire compounds:
camps of cells in solitary confinement,
centralized secret service agents
unload the next set of trains.

"Son, do you forget all that we sacrificed?!
Have you lost all of your respect?
Okay, so maybe the Feds
became brainwashed by the Reds,
but this is for our freedom and safety.
This isn't about racial impurity,
but our Nationalist Socialist security!"

"You are all mixed now anyway,
doesn't matter if you are female, black, jew or gay,
we must unite together as a nation,
proudly wave our flags, fight our common enemy!
This enemy is trying to disintegrate
the very fabric of our free society!"

"Son, why can't you just see?!"
"Son, can you not see! Not see-notsee-notsea-notsi-notzi 
natzi-nazi-natzi-notzi-notsi-notsea-notsee-not see!"
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....cold sweat.

I wake-up from a horrible nightmare,
remnants of images floating through my head.
Something about flocks of carnivorous sheep,
and rabid wolves for shepherds?
Jumping out of bed,
I quickly look in the mirror
just to make sure.
Everything looks as it should.
Lawnmower growls in the background,
sunshine leaks into the room
adding a warm touch to reality.
Through my bedroom window,
I spy the neighbour's Iron Eagle weathervane
goose-stepping towards the east.

Everything appears normal,
here, on the corner of 4th Reichstag Blvd.




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The Fool

There is more than one fool on the hill
I know because I am one of those fools
I am a fool who stands upon his own hill
So proud of my hill, so proud to be a fool

So proud to have hit rock-bottom
then to have climbed back up
and fallen again
and climbed back up again...
because what matters is not the fall
but the climb back up...

So proud to have crashed and burned
and risen from the ashes and healed
then to have crashed and burned again
and risen again and healed again...
because what matters is not the crash
but the rising again and healing again...

So go ahead, my friend
go ahead, chuckle and shake your head
but we are very much alike, you and I
The only difference between you and I
is that I KNOW I stand alone upon my hill
and you do not yet see that
you stand alone and perfectly still
upon your own...

Based on the Beatles song 'The Fool on the Hill'


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Should I

Perhaps in that angry sea?
No, why would you want to join me -
so close the eroding shore,
a faltering ship, that in its hold
heavy cargo of the past
tosses and rattles about?

No, if you were to join me -
how, through this small scuttle
could two hearts fit
with the stores of many years entwined?

But, your song draws me
to a leeward stillness
in the shadow of a friendly isle
where I need not struggle for the helm
- perhaps I can let go, with you,
should I?



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My Emancipation

My Emancipation 

The convoluted misconceptions concocted in your chaotic mind
Will no longer deaden, dim, nor darken  the light that I shine

Constantly minimizing and compromising, the extent of my plight 
I’m stepping out of your dark shadow; I’m stepping into the light

Hiding behind these disguises, I’ve forgotten my reflection
Brushing phony smiles, over the hidden frowns, 
Just to camouflage the rejection

Your bad intent is surpassed only by your insecurities and ignorance  
I will no longer recite from your ridiculous script

I’ve been concealed behind this mask that you painted for far too long
Continually reading your words, and singing your songs

I’ve followed your painful paths and I have walked far enough
You’ve shown me your hand, and now I’m calling your bluff.

Unleash, unchain, and unshackle me
I am reclaiming my life, I demand to be free.




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The Wasteland -Part 1-

How can one express the baffling depths of obscurity? How can one behold to open the shafts of the mind? I have never been able to solve the mystery— Of myself. . . I wish at times that my life was no more That I could live as another and finally see things right But I am always stuck in this darkness And I cannot see this mind in light There are beasts. . .demons prowling through the wasteland Searching for any remaining life And if they are ever found— They are doomed and consumed Fear is their downfall and they never fail to smell it Their ashes remain, dancing with the imaginary breeze It is silent here—there are no answers I wish there were answers. . . But maybe there was never a reason No answers. . . Talons extend and clench around my heart They will never seek me out—they left me here It is like they knew…I had no reason—that was the answer I feel the pulse of my dangling life Alone in the dark, whimpering like a child I have scared myself, becoming this dragon-daggered youth No balm in Gilead! No eyes to see All I know will never be free I don’t need anyone! You are a disgrace—scum of the waste! You have everything, you ungrateful little nothing You are a joke. . . So swallow it all up like the pushover you are Stand your lowest and trudge right through No questions. No answers. Just . You. Or just lie back down into the mush of disease It has already infected you to the core Accept who you are, you ugly pestilence! I hate you Who are you to be glorified? Dream snatcher. . .murderer of all things bright Saturated in what you call light I see right through—even as the reflections shatter All of the dead kept you alive—they all matter… But alive you are the worst there is False savior—edited attention whore I never want to see your face again See, that’s why I hide. . . Desperation. . .desperation. . . I sob and cry kneeling in defeat For once I am right. . .I am right


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'Treasured Commodity'



The reflection says 
you've outgrown us 

I somehow feel sad – 

That which we once had 
has become redundant 

The other side of the coin 
says I should be happy 
‘Cause you've found that inner power,
the ability to go out on your own

and yet letting go
   is like losing 
a part of me 

that object that I’ve grown 
accustomed too –

So I’ll be a bit teary 
even feel a bit used 
but I’ll always be grateful 

no one knew the role you played 
sometimes not knowing 
is a treasured commodity


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The Doorkeeper

Out of opening doors
pours the past into a hallway
and You come to sweep away
times' trial.  You who gave me
another life to love before you took your own.
Now here You stand, a Being
in the hallway of my mind,
the ether of My Man.

Do you see us too?
Can you see how old I have become
and the fine man that is our son?

Out of other doors flung open
step those I used to try and forget.
They're best left in their closets, forgotten.

But You, oh You are springtimes' salty tears.
If I could bring the Light of Life back into you,
the door of my heart would open again.


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Loner Oneness

He is like a distant aloof star
in this universe we all call our home.
A tiny insignificant star and so estranged,
he is but a flicker among billions
and billions of glittering entities populating endless skies,
always waning, and yet, in the evening shadows
ever staying - unassuming, solitary, and silent.

As he enjoys fading into twilight oblivion,
no one knows of his ambitions, history or preferences.
Unnamed to everyone, he enjoys his anonymity,
watching asteroids, comets, and the other stars around him
in deep azure nights - aware - feeling a peacefulness,
a kind of security in his own remote oneness.


For David Williams' Con / VowPoetry Contest


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Amazement

I stand in voiceless, transfixed gaze
Where once two towers pierced the sky 
And through a fog of stinging tears
I'm still amazed that through the years
Emotion's grip, still chokes a phrase

A day, so many years ago
We traveled up to see the stars
From high upon a rising spire
Not knowing then what we have learned
How fragile life will bend and curve
And take away in one brief day
A voice of reason, never heard

I'm back again, and through the pain
I read the names, now carved like graves
Where water streams three thousand tears
Where years can't wash away the pain
Where bitter comes the taste of rain
Yet, reverently, the voice is clear
Of hope and pride, where life begins

Raw photographs have not been blurred
In spite of where my heart was plunged
Into the darkest dungeon known
And still the blackest smoke has turned
Into amazement where I've grown
To treasure good before it's gone


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'A Mold That Fits'

that day my smile sucked you in, to places where things crawl because they are too tall to walk and yet you stood up, you stood out not twisted, like you always belonged like that space was carved with you in mind the mold that fits the one thing that change form and yet it stays the same the comfort the easiness pure joy from that day it still remains a mystery whose plot it was to make me smile who wanted us to meet it can never be this easy to like something so quickly to feel like you've come home even though you never left still feeling that day still feel you standing tall as if the mold was made for you...
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'Peace when needed'


You know how we sometimes analyze too much and forget to feel? It’s okay to feel - whether it be confusion pain sadness anger or you just want to cry - even the strong ones like us get lost we don't always say what we really need, we hide behind the go between and supporter to everyone.. So tonight if you're lost know that in your silence you can still liaise with your Maker... He sees beyond what we ever imagined most importantly He gives us the peace and guidance we sometimes seek in others...
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'Uniquely You'


Remember the days 
When all you had to do was smile
And it made your forget 
about the adversity,
It made you forget about the tears

Remember what it felt like
To unwrap a gift from that 
Someone special

Remember your first kiss
It might not have been 
Something for the record books
But it was your first

Every day we are faced with something new
We encounter strangers, 
Some become friends

We encounter fear,
Laughter and sadness
Sometimes nameless emotions 
that urges you to exhale

You may not remember 
them in a year but it is all part of who you are
like a fingerprint that makes you-- 

uniquely you 

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'The butterfly within'

I always dwelled on my faults my shortcomings never saw the beauty others saw hidden beneath the insecurity falter in search of validation from the things and people that would never mean a thing trying to hide until that day it was easier to face the truth or maybe not easier just a time where running away and cheating myself ripped through the core of everything that is me you come to a point where lying to yourself is not second nature anymore trapped in a space where you know it’s time for change it’s time to take the blindfold off time to embrace you and not what others see, not look for gratification from outside try to feel within, even if it means having to deal with pain in the now instead of chucking it away and bounce around on an emotional see-saw
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My Midnight Grace

As I lay me 
down to sleep
I pray the lord
my soul to take
if I shall die
before I wake
please watch me God
all through the night
and wake me and my loved
ones
at morning light
please help me 
become successful
with the endeavors I seek
please send me a soul mate
in which I can keep
everlasting love
passionate heat
please grant me the serenity
to know right from wrong
and be able to lead
by example
strive to overcome
any downfall
please keep my spirit strong
through the issues
that toil in my soul
I aspire for diamonds in life lord
and all around me 
I see coal
I aspire to turn things around
for I feel my wishes have fallen
upon deaf ground
my heart has no voice
they struggle to hear my sound
I pray to be taken
away from my daily
battles, that humble
although compared to others
in the world
its not much trouble
to me, I feel
my spirit is caged
and yearns to be free
King of all Kings
in your image, you 
made me
you already know
each single step
my individual thought
you divinely bound me
in mothers womb
my existence you sought
bless me with the
chance to be
the person in which
you hoped for me
to soar like an eagle
dipping my talons of success
in life's sea
grant me an optimistic attitude
for that is the key
Amen to Thee



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Evening Walk


The smallest thing, like sun decending Or evening's dew upon the blades Of scented grass Can bring a sense of calm at last... ~ I'll walk alone in timeless splendor A song will sing from higher branches While breezes curl the boughs and swirl Brown leaves around my feet I'll find my thoughts and cares will wander Then let my worries fall asleep


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Innocence of a child

I look in the mirror,

I gaze at my eyes and see my soul,

No longer a pure shimmery white light I once had as a child,

Now it is stained with red ink,

Absorb inside my skin,

Like water soaking into the earth,

Not even my atonements can wash away the blood.

So now my soul stays poisoned, 

With the evil destruction of my past, 

And the beautiful white moon I once had, 

Has disappeared, Tainted the black holes of sin, 

Though light overcomes darkness, 

I still see the discolor of my soul, 

And the infinity of its presence, 

Lurking in the dark, like a bat in a cave, 

So now I stay longing for the once untouched purity of my soul, 

That has now vanished without a trace of a memoir...........


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Attawapiskat: Orphans of the Stone and Sky

Salt-bleached roads merge into a horizon
of snow-clouds pregnant with similar shades of gray.

On television sets, the media squawks loudly
about one of the most affluent suburbs in the world
having been touched by flood during the night.
O! We must come together,
help restore the water-damaged basements
of 1.5 million-dollar homes.
Has the Great Mother no sympathy,
as she continues to unleash her stormy wrath?

Behind the back of a 3rd World town
nestled in the bosom of 1st World commodities,
outsiders whisper of possible mismanaged aid,
of faulty tribal council audits,
while on our land, foreign companies break open the earth,
extracting our Mother's vital organs,
selling blood diamonds to the very people 
with water-damaged 1.5 million-dollar homes....
....maybe the sparkle of a new necklace
will assuage the waiting-period of insurance policies.
Yes, people whisper behind our backs 
about the burden of hand-outs,
while our land subsidizes the entire nation.

But self-pity and envy will not serve us true,
for the widely beaten path 
leads towards more conditioned lies and empty eyes.

Above, the burgeoning snow-clouds
are filled with much potential energy
waiting to be released, just as we are.
If we arise from the swampy, damp ashes
as a phoenix whose wings are dried by courage-breath,
we must act with grace,
live by the golden rule,
treat our oppressors with a dignity
not offered to us in the first place.

To settle for less, 
is to settle for a searing brand of Oji-Cree hypocrisy -
the widely beaten path of conditioned lies and empty eyes.
We, the Orphans of the Stone and Sky,
must rise as graceful Warriors,
must rise to not only protect our own future,
but the future of all children.

We arrived from the Stone and Sky with grace,
so shall we live, so shall we depart, 
and again, so shall we return.






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Always

Vapors of emerald and jade ribbon the hauntingly beautiful sky,
and I sat in wonder, transfixed, mesmerized
For me, it moved, more like danced
to a melody that only the heavens could hear
For it moved me, danced into my soul
with a melody that only my heart could hear

I imagine it laughing, humming, just being alive—
brilliant as it only knows how
I see it celebrating life, loving it
Wisps, streaks, bands, of love and of light
a genius embracing, swirling the unknown vastness 
I feel that there was eclectic music playing,
finding it impossible that there would be none.
I have looked into it, but I don’t think I can ever fully grasp it,
of how it is about the ions of the Sun, magnetism and the air
of colliding and bursting into light,
glowing into this curtain of inspiring awe and Color....

Heaven's jewels of amethyst, emerald, sapphire and ruby
—liquefied, vaporized
Raining, swaying, gyrating in that blessed Infinite onyx Sky

It amazes me, just plain ‘ol stumps me
of how something that I have seen only on paper, on the screen
has fascinated me, touching me this deeply 
without actually ever witnessing it in person.
It speaks beyond the image and the pixels, 
inexplicably reaching something within me, beyond me, 
staying with me even after time has crawled past

It does so by simply being what it is, and of what it has shown me:

An inspiration, a friend, 
a well, a window, hmmm, make that a fascinating door  to things unperceived
A radiant light with soul. 

I see it as a pondering poet with his captivating words and thought,
a feeling artist who chose to paint with vivid lights and energy,
a loving father experimenting with his children about ink and water.

I may not fully understand the Northern Light, it is an enigma
how it moves, how it glows
if there is even a sound that goes with it, or if there is only silence.

Is it crazy how I’ve always wanted to write about this radiance, 
but never found the right words?
I struggle with elucidating it, even now, but I currently try to reflect that glow 
Might be a mediocre attempt, but still from my heart.

I have seen how this brilliance
has touched other people in different ways and magnitudes,
and the emotion rising from within me 
is heartfelt gratefulness,
that I was blessed enough to feel it, 
to catch glimpses of it even for a fleeting while.
No, not in Whitehorse, but only through filters of screen and virtual paper...
But I cherish this beautiful Light with a Soul, 
and I know, I feel that I will alwyas, always do.



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Patriotism

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





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Empty Nourishment

A porcelain bowl upon the table
waits, in colored beauty,
as a stomach sits to gnaw
upon its filigreed edge,
where an artist once painted
pastel fruit, so delectably.

Emerald vines,
sweeping across delicate expanse,
textured in their stillness,
inviting one's imagination
to simply taste.

But what good is such vision,
when it fills naught but eyes
and lungs, with artful sigh? 
While its emptiness is swallowed whole,
to dwell, in unsatisfied depths.

If artists truly starved,
would they paint only ugliness?
Could hunger ever really appreciate
such decadent beauty,
without considering its waste?

And still the bowl awaits
upon life's table,
as many different hands
span its crafted rim,
in search of individual
fulfillment...


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April's last Flowers



April's last Flowers


I was watching carefully
The last stems 
Of April's Red flowers
Which were spreading their beauty and smile 
Unconcerned with the destiny 
That after April 
There would be almost no such flowers 
Of red Lily
For another one year.01


The flowers were smiling
As if, it makes no difference to them
Whether, they would be here or not
When the hot winds of summer 
Would try to wither and make dull 
The beauty and grace
Of every human face
As often they succeed in withering 
The beauty of flowers and life 
That exits and breath
Without the love drops of life giving water.02


The last flowers of April 
Were also unconcerned 
That they would shrink and would get dried
By the heat and dust of summer
In the days to come 
When the scorching Sun would 
Burn the Earth, Sea and Water
To create the wonders of rains 
For thirty lands and sky of the earth.03


What a great way to live life 
Was prevailing 
In these smiling last flowers of April
Alas! If only humans can understand 
How to live a life with the pleasure of love
And get lost forever 
Without the worries of tomorrows.04


The flowers were enjoying 
Every moment of their existence 
Unconcerned 
With the butterflies and black bees 
Which were hovering on them 
Since day one 
And were trying to please and praise them  
To win their hearts 
Like men praise and please the women
When they want to attract and win their heart. 05
 

The hovering butterflies and bees too
Were trying to show their love 
To all the beautiful flowers of April
Before the alluring beauty of these flowers
So that these alluring flowers  
May allow them to come close and kiss them
In the flowering season of spring.06


Every time these symbols of love
The black bees, butterflies and 
Even the little black tiny bird
Were coming close 
To kiss and to touch the petals of flowers
They were charging with a new energy
After getting the love drops 
From their beloved red flowers
And they were flying 
More and more high in the sky
Perhaps to touch the those lofty heights
Which can only be seen 
When nectar like love drops
Creates its magic on these searching lips
Filling it with the energy of love
Which get reflected in every new flight 
Of these beautiful creatures
When they fly from one flower to another. 07


And I was watching silently
With a Camera in my hand
While witnessing  
The last of these April flowers 
To catch the glimpse of 
Any of these memorable moments.08


Their silent game of nectar and pleasure hunt
Continued in that bright sunlight
As more and more new creatures
Were coming to please and to win their beloved
Standing there with its ravishing beauty 
So that, they may welcome them
With a smile and beauty 
And may allow them to taste 
The nectar of these red beauty and love
Which starts pouring it's magic 
With the approach of April 
In spring every year. 09


Ravindra K Kapoor
Kanpur India 2nd May 

   


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Lost Humanity

Time comes and goes
People pass by and fly
We have only memories left
But we remember the sad ones
And easily forget the happy ones
We live in regrets
Saying... what if?
We live in fear
Saying... what will?
We have lost our humanity
We live in the past
Forgetting the present
As if there is only the past tense
We live in memories
Forgetting the future
As if there is no future
We love to brag about our ancestors
But what have we done now?
We all are losing ourselves
War... Drugs...
We think we are fighting for a cause
But that cause is only our greed
We think we are building the future
But we are destroying the future
We are losing our humanity 
And there is little left of it...
It is time to stop the war
And move along with peace
Nations send armies to others
Saying:"We've come to civilize you"
According to the dictionary 
Civilize is defined as conqueror
Send not armies! Send food and medical supplies!
Why do you come in the name of peace?!
If you only bring with you destruction!
What is happening to Afghanistan?
Why do you send guns instead of pills!?!
Or is the Vito more important than lives?
I am not from Europe, I am not from America
and I am NOT from the Middle East...
I do not know such things...
I am from Earth, regard of my nation
Nations are only names, we are all one
We are connected; we live on the same planet!
Why does one want to kill his brother?
IS IT FUN? WHY DOESN'T EVERYONE TRY IT?
I do not want to lose my humanity
Knowing that little is left in this world
This world can yet be fixed...
And it starts with two words: Love and equality
And it starts with one road: kill the Vito
Cause if it was a man, I would've killed it for the best
You think Hitler is gone?! Well now there is a stronger one
Look at Jerusalem! Hitler wouldn't dare do such things!
Why do we keep looking at the past?!
Forgetting what now is happening!
If the same ones who were massacred by Hitler
Are the same ones doing worse to Arabs?!
Why do we spend billions on weapons?
Instead of spending them on science?
Or at least save other nations from starvation
Why are we better than the Africans?
We have the same God! Or is it because of their color?
I just wish to ask one question to every human being...
WHAT WILL YOU SAY WHEN YOU STAND BEFORE GOD?

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A tribute to all nations and hope all be safe :)


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TELL THEM

When they tell you your crazy tell them your passionate.
When they tell you I hate you tell them I love you.
When they tell you your a coward tell them their brave.
When they tell you your dumb tell them their smart.
When they tell you your confused tell them your trying to find.
When they tell you your dark tell them their light.
Tell them their is significance of day and night.
When they tell you your small tell them their big.
Tell them every tree was once a tiny seed.
When they tell you your low tell them their high.
Tell them the rain must land and so must the bird in the sky.
Tell them they must land on that low dirt to rest.
When they tell you your young and foolish.
Tell them their old and smart.
Tell them you are what they once was at the start.
Tell them dreams and reality is not far apart.


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Grandpa's Wink

One night I was trying to put a wide-awake and unruly child to bed.
She slipped, and slid, and giggled as she ran everywhere else instead.
But then I finally caught her as she climbed upon her Daddy’s lap.
He ask her why she wouldn’t go to sleep and monsters is what he got.
So Daddy told her a bedtime story that calmed her down at last.
His chair sat by the windows, where he could see the sky.
She’d noticed that he sat there nightly starring at those stars.
He told her to look for one that winked for it was Grandma saying good night.
Another one would be Grandpa who would take her cares to heart.
And one would be her Guardian Angel to keep her safe at night.
But the best of all would be God who would be there to plot her daily course.
Then look at all the twinkling ones…. They are the Angels as they rejoice.
And the Aurora Borealis is the music to those stars.
Now listen very carefully, and watch with all your heart…
And you will see you’re not alone in your bedroom late at night.
For how can you be alone with so much going on just for you?
Then Daddy gently picked her up and took her off to bed.
Now she wouldn’t go to sleep unless the curtains were open this night instead.

Then years later I was listening as she put her own precious wee one to bed…
And you will never guess… She said exactly what her father had said…
I went back to that old chair and thanked her Daddy for his wisdom thru the years…
And as I looked upon the stars… he winked good night to me, I’m sure…


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Pretty orchids

Delicate butterfly orchids
stand paper thin and tall
Perfect pout pink lip-gloss kisses
with proud protruding power jewel centre
Ephemeral Angels 
sign of life and hope
renewed strength and passion
Powerfully poised petals
gently nod affectionate ‘I love you’s’
long since they were given as gift
bringing forth renewed romantic setting
an idealistic reminder every day


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WISH UPON THE STARS

There was once a young girl,
Who wish upon the stars,
Looking so bright in the sky,
She dream and soar up high.

Opportunities knock in front of her,
She think, she decide, with a prayer,
Go on, walk alone and prove to everyone,
That no matter what, she will do her plan.

Roads are not as smooth as she goes,
But strong enough to dream and pursue,
Thinking of the wish she promise to herself,
And she asks God to give her more strength.

To be strong to face challenges in life,
And dedicate her wish to God above,
Now success is within her reach,
With her determination not to be rich,
But to help for those who are need.

A girl who once wish upon the stars,
Is now a woman of example and virtues ,
For she is the already the molders of the youth,
Wish granted and she is now contented,
For God is really good if you believe and have faith



9th Place Winner
Pd's "New Poem" Contest

That Young girl was.......me

9th Place Winner
For Nathan's "oOne of your Best" Contest





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Waiting

On a day where
    the rain
  attacks the windshield
only to be brushed away
    like an ill-timed rebuke,
yet caresses my face
    sweeping back my hair to unveil
  the intensity of longing caused by you
do you think of me?

My entire being sings for you-
My life resonates in your echoes.
    I will wait for you...
  will you ever come to me?

I dreamed last night of a kiss-
    that you leaned down to me
and covered my mouth with yours,
    wholly bound to me
  as if your tongue wrapped around mine
joined us more than in a marriage
    any lovers are.
Do you dream of me?

My entire being sings for you-
My life resonates in you echoes.
    I will wait for you...
  will you ever come to me?

When I first said your name
    it began to grow in me.
  On my breath
I hear the whisper of the words.
    My heart beats to the rhythm
of the syllables immortally
    impressing themselves on my pulse-
  in my blood.
Do you long for me?

My entire being sings for you-
My life resonates in you echoes.
    I will wait for you...
  will you ever come to me?


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Japan at Starbucks

Your apathy is chalk,
Replaces layered words
that tasted like integrity.

Once wit assaulted,
Welcome blows those,
(a sidekick kicked in the side)
Imprinted but intact,
I asked for more.

I hesitate,
Then interupt your list of wants.

A nation is disolving,
Like your interest.

You continue
A rant of manicures and movies,
Jeans and Jingles,
Tune-ups and shoes,
But  wave away the news,
as though it were a fly.

Suffering is such a pest
when you have PMS.

The world is larger than 
your double latte, Chiquitta,
a laptop holds no horizon.

Shop for an ocean online,
and see how far you get.

History won't wait,
It either moves or stagnates,
frees or imprisons,
nurtures or terminates.

Friendship lies in the space between
expectation and discovery,
just a hunch. 
I accept the gap, 
pay for lunch,
and refuse to look you
in the eye.
Why lie?

I want to apologize.
It's not your fault that
I got to know you.


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Alone in my mind

Have you ever cried?,
Felt your mind go loose 
As you lose sanity.
The people around you
Slowly shrinking until
They vanish into thin air

Silence screaming in your ears
Then solitary you find yourself
Glimpses of you being normal
Pazzling your mind like a math 
test.

An awkward silence after anther
You could berely tell who you 
are.

Have you ever felt a pain so 
deep?,
Your heart drowns in all the 
misery.
Anger consumes you
Then followed by a tantrum
That could last a life time.
All the good memories
Have been reduced to one 
sweet nightmare
Irradiating on what your life 
should have been.


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Im Your Angel

There is no reason why
Where ever your life may lead
What ever life may bring your way
Don't be afraid..

Because
I fall when you cry
I swear
I am your angel..

Don't let days pass by in tears
Or hold tight to all your fears
Don't give the nothingness anything to gain
Say good bye to pain
Let the warmth of sunshine fill your years

Because 
I fall when you cry
I swear
I am your angel..

Don't let sadness make you feel so alone
It will grip you with both hands
And torture your mind, heart and soul
Cant you understand
Don't you dare give up the fight
I'm here to guide you through our sorrow 

Because 
I fall when you cry
I swear
I am your angel..

I am your angel..

I'll forever watch over you
I'll never forget you
Or the memories we both share
I'll be with you always
Each and every step of the way
I'll be beside you

Because 
I fall when you cry
I swear
I am your angel..


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The Quicksand of Lies

It can't be seen nor felt,
the ominous, relentless pull,
at first the path, a shortcut,  
the easy way out.
Surely, no one would know
if we stepped lightly, carefully,
through a quagmire of guilt,
no one would see.

As the sun splashed 
heated on our brow,
it singed our soul
and slowed our step, 
but no one would care
as we sunk deeper,
struggling with more lies
and suffocating
in our own insignificance
too late to cry ...





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Insight out

Inner sanctuary
envision harmony and mental clarity
focus on a journey of possibility
Meditate on transformation and 
awareness of inner state
peace and healing

Constructive thought
instruct your mind
to redirect the lost and struggling inner voice
Where you can’t see the wood for the trees 
under your nose is the path of freedom 
wholeness

Put aside perceived struggles
revitalize, relax, respond
to body, mind, heart and spirit
Intuition, introspection and spiritual renewal
bring about personal healing and
conscious awakening

Stillness of mind – concentration
Thoughts of the subconcious and subliminal
beyond all negativity 
away from all interuption
To allow time for self communication and
expression of inner self

Senses – awareness of scent, sight, sound, taste and touch
Healing hands of the medical profession or alternative therapy
ambiance, temperature, oils, music, sounds and 
sights of nature or universe
realisation comes in various form and shape 
causing us to feel life in fullest expression

Connecting – whispers of wind 
radiating everpresent warmth of sun
a blanket of love and light comforts consoles over and through the cosmos
rippling infinately through infinity outwards, onwards
connecting right back into where we are at right now 
unmoved unchanged and as we were

Wise – responsible courageous allowed to let go of need to be judgemental or 
be judged 
let go of controlling enable trust wisdom and humility
intelligence of knowing others
wisdom of knowing self
strength in mastering others
power to master oneself

Energy -breath, force, spirit, soul, God, universe – 
whatever – doesn’t matter how you refer to it on personal level 
energy, balance, light, sound, vibration, peace 
centered self – stillness – silent – eternal – 
to have enough is a richness in itself
accept appreciate and acknowledge oneself


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Life Story

I was beaten
With a belt or a hand
Time after time
When I supposedly did wrong
They never warned
Just did
They don't care
So why should I
This is my life story
And I've chosen
Chosen the dark road
They always pushed me
Told me to do my best
But my best was never goo enough
They beat
They yelled
But not once did they ever think
That it would effect me
From 1-13 I have no recollection of happiness
There's a gap of where my memories should be
This is my life story
Cut short


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WHEN A DREAMER SIGHS

I hear a dark symphony with a distorted melody
Drums beating a strange cadence no footsteps match
The fiddler    his strings snapping left and right
playing faster and faster as if the devil were 
chasing him through the deepening twilight
A harp sounding more like a woman’s 
terrified cries    than angelic chimes 
drifting down through the skies       
The woodwinds    oboes and clarinets    
imitate the squeal of brakes on wet pavement       
As the cymbals clash    two opposing objects crash       
Through it all weaves the haunting dirge of the flute
playing the last notes of the last rites

The cacophony of raped music echoes 
off the concrete walls    reverberating in my brain 
until my tears break free to rain sorrow down my face 
in twin rivers of liquid dreams    flowing 
along the streets paved with cobblestone words       
Words which have no meaning in this place and time    
for I have forgotten the feeling behind the writing of them

And so I run to where the trees stand upright 
against a moonlit night      
I run barefoot across a moss covered forest floor 
to where the wildflowers bloom once more
There to lay my weary head     
feel the sweet earth beneath my skin    
be soothed into slumber 
by lullabies floating in the wind

And dream again of someday rising 
in a land beyond the far horizon    
In a lush green valley 
so fertile    and so fragile
ringed by mountains with snow covered tops
Silent sentinels keeping watch over a world 
where there is    peace between brothers
where people actually love one another
and the only sound that shatters the stillness 
is the musical laughter of children    tripping 
through the air with the clarity of crystal bells

I know such a place exists
But only behind closed eyes
Only when a dreamer sighs

For I wake in the same place I lay down
Open my eyes in time to see the soft warmth 
of dawn melt the midnight sky
and the poetry in motion of the sun chasing 
the moonlight shadows into hiding
I see my world reflected in the dew 
glistening on the grass       
The real world in all its glory and grace     
despair and disgrace

I feel the poetry in two lovers holding hands 
fingers intertwining    thumbs gently stroking
And in a lonely woman   shoulders bowed to the wind
sorrow painted into the canvas of her face
I see the poetry of the butterfly    struggling 
emerging from the cocoon to face a brand new world
and the stark poetry of death 
in the choreographed movements
of the last dance between two ancient antagonists

And the dark symphony begins again    
only this time interspersed with light from the violin    
strumming with the melodious humming of love     
I hear children laughing in the wind 
flowing from the mandolin       
The pure sweet tones of the saxophone 
flowing around me as I retrace my steps 
up the cobblestone words to find 
the one on which is written 
Utopia    a place of ideal perfection
And I erase it    to replace it with 
Utopia    the ability to embrace the poetry 
present in every facet of reality

But only with open eyes
Only when a dreamer sighs




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Replica

Replica

I see you, than I see me
I love you all over again
Daughter you are a “reflection” of the beauty inside of me.
Again, I love you all over
I see me, than I see you

10-20-12


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The ESCAPE

I fly with eagles on the one lane to Freedom
Through the desert of the lost souls of drought
Tears are dissipating from the speed of my Fate
Spirits chanting in the rhythm of the desired rain...
 
The sky commits suicide in my rearview mirror
The blackness of Death stabs memories with lightning
Sad drawers of my soul keep on being burglarized 
By the same thief of the heart of an eternal romantic
 
I press time hard to the floor, put on make-up of Arizona red
The rays slap me with Hope through the sunroof of my car
Wings sprout painfully  through my shrinking shoulder blades
I don't ask anyone anymore permission to  fly with Eagles... 


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Shadows Of The Past

I wish I could slowly open up my veins and let all my blood fall at your feet. Than maybe you could see, how much I love you, but that is not to be - because your eyes are close to me. I wish I could tell you so many things of what you mean to me - but your ears are also close for me. As I am kneeling here before you and my life is slowly draining out of me, all I can think of is - memories of you and me. The days of fun and laughter that you and I used to share, when everything we did was new and everything was fun and the love I felt for you was from the bottom of my heart. Now those days are gone and our youth has gone with them. But my love still remains the same. If you could only hear and you could only see, than maybe you would know - how in life I'm slowly dying and all I have now are memories that are nothing but Shadows Of The Past...
08/09/21012 By Lucilla M. Carrillo


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Let this go

Let this go... 

I keep telling myself the same old things. 
I want to feed my feelings red bull so they can finally fly away 
and leave me be. 
Cause red bull is suppose to give you wings. Right?  

Let this go...

Leave me sane for once.
I've spent too much time drying
wet eyes from tears that shouldn't be falling.

Let this go... 
I wish I could defy my heart.
Go a different direction than the one it wants to go.
Choose someone it doesn't want to know. 

Let this go... 
Leave temptation behind. 
Occupy my mind and heart with something good. 
Let situations be like they should. How they would have been.
Don't you want to escape the misery that your living in? 

Let this go... 
Be happy. 
Be free. 
Jump out the screen.
Be 3D like the movies. 
Leave old habits at the door. 
Leave hurt feelings on the floor. 
JUST LEAVE IT ALL BEHIND.

Let this go... 
It's what I tell my mind everyday. 
If only my heart would listen. 
It won't let it go.... 
 


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'Acknowledge your mind's worth'


Words sometimes fail To bring across the emotion felt When the comforting carpet Is pulled out from under you How did things get to this point? How did I not see this coming? Filtering through are the particles When the confusion has subsided You are still here, That must be a sign Of your willpower Of your ability to look beyond The ties that were broken Time for you to be a little selfish Sometimes things have a premature end But we keep on holding on Only to realize, what you treasured Was exactly what you needed in that space During that particular time It’s time to move on, To other things Just our hearts are sometimes little slow In grasping what our minds are trying to tell us... We need to acknowledge our minds has an opinion too
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Panacea - My Three Lovely Ladies



Tucked
in the corner 
a nice spot
to gaze 
waiting in anticipation 
to see each poetic face 

As each poet arrived 
a group came toward me
three brilliant glowing spirits

Bliss, Love and felicity 

We gazed and marveled 
as gracious words we exchanged
a delightful slice of euphony
as tranquility rang

We sat for what seemed a lifetime
in stories of each poets dream
then before I knew each soul had flown away

 
O how I miss the bliss
of each loving memory
and each precious sunbeam
freely given by felicity

If just one word could describe that dulcet eve. 
the word "Serendipity" would surely have to be

For such a lovely eternal garden I had the pleasure to see
while simply looking for a nice story, an evanescent dream.....
__________________
Contest ~ "A Table Of Four"

Rick Parise
Carolyn Devonshire
Andrea Dietrich
Linda-Marie "Sweetheart" Barianna


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THE REBEL

The Hollywood hills still echoes with his 
Rebellious yell, we are the forever young
Generation.
An iconic American symbol, to this the lost
Age of innocence.
Nay did this rebel die without a cause,
I think not, in my humble opinion, he
Died for his desire for speeds acceleration,
In death's ironic twist of fate, James Dean's
Name became immortalized as an epic tragedy,
Of youthful hearts seeking to be wild and free,
Without any consequences.
A teen idol who went out in a blaze of glory, 
Revving His engine hell bound for destiny's,
Rock-n-roll Hall of Fame.
A nation wept in despair mourning for the
Loss of one so young and full of life.
Sorrows children cried in disbelief laying roses,
At his final resting place.
The jukeboxes remained silent with respects,
Reverence, and bikers gave him a rebel send off.
A generation whom believed they were bullet proof,
Realized how human life could be extinguished, 
Within the flash point of on coming head lights.
James Dean's ashes were swept away swallowed,
Whole by time itself.
Now he's nothing but a tarnished star in histories,
Memorabilia case on display for all to see,
And remember, this the first easy rider. 
JFK dream vision illusion of Camelot has faded to gray,
And Elvis now sings in a more heavenly chorus,
In the great beyond.
But before these man took the center stage, another
Walked the thin line of immortality's rebel fighting,
For a cause.
One lone figure rides into the night across freedoms,
Highway, and his name was James Dean.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN







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Death

Death I welcome death with opened arms. Not because I want to end my life, for life is a precious gift of God, but for the release, of my outer shell and the release of all life's anguishes and turmoil. Many fear death - for it's the end of life. I believe that it's just the beginning. Death is not to be feared, but respected. Don't ever fear what is to be expected. We are granted two things, a life to live and die for and a new life in the kingdom of God...
04/04/2014 Written by Gina Montalbo Note: This is my first poem I hope you enjoy it.


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Broken Butterfly Wings

Broken Butterfly Wings
Empty playground swings
tear filled, wide-eyed
Infants sigh
a choking stolen 
silence fills my being
as my love walks away
from me
I see everything wrong
with the world
once more


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Unfinished

On the Potter's wheel
I am clay - 
sticky, messy red clay,
being kneaded like bread,
'till pliable.
In firm but gentle hands
the Potter molds and shapes me into
a vessel of honor,
a vessel worthy of a King.
God is not finished with me yet.

A diamond in the rough am I,
A chunk of rock.
But, as the Master Jeweler
chip, chip, chips away my impurities,
bit by bit,
I begin to sparkle, I begin to shine,
'till that final day when I'll be transformed
into a pure exquisite diamond.
A diamond fit for a King.
God is not finished with me yet.

My life is an unfinished tapestry.
Day by day my Creator
carefully, deliberately
weaves a thread here,
snips a thread there.
When my life comes to an end,
the tapestry will be complete.
I will be perfected.
Until then,
God is not finished with me yet.

9/23/12
For Catie Lindsey's "Metaphorically Speaking" contest.


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The Stars Are Mine Tonight

I guide my body,
but my soul I do not.
My mind.
My feelings.
They've slowly broken apart.

The darkness screams at me,
trying to reel me in.
"they're gone," they say.
"you're nothing but pitty and sin."

Though most think it's hard to step foot in this place,
it takes true strength to find another way.

As the black swallows me whole,
I see a million bright lights.
I lay there in my sorrow,
and know the stars are mine tonight.

Somehow they -- uniquely twinkling --
take my feelings on adventures to slow my breathing.

They strongly look through me,
and have my mind soaked
with things like courage, and happiness, and hope.

I lay there for hours until their vivid wisdom fades.
the dreadful transition of night to day.

When the sun gradually peaks over the horizon,
I notice the pain in my hand from clenching my knife.
But as the light shines upon me,
the only feeling I have is the feeling of life.

I stand face to face with the greatest star of all.
Feeding off of its power, I break down my wall.

The sun shows me the paths that I have to choose from,
but it's up to me to choose the right one.

I'm ready to cut ties with the sadness I hold.
I shall live my life right and pick the right way to go.

I'm eager for night to fall,
to show them that they were right.
They all found their way.
The stars are mine tonight.


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two shoes

two shoes
under the chair
waiting 
for somewhere to go
and someone to go with

looking lonely
but only
just waiting 
for the weather 
to clear 


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First Thing You Should Know 2

First thing you should know, is this isn’t a poem, it’s not a story, it’s not a song.  These 
are just the mad ramblings of a genius with a headache. 
Watching the smoke curl between his fingertips, he wonders.  Is it his body that’s on 
fire or his soul?  Physically he feels fine yet he sees the flames, inside the pain is 
excruciating yet, not a scratch to be seen.  Isn’t that a thought though, not a scratch to 
be seen on his soul.  Why is it that the scratches and cuts that do the most damage are 
the ones you can never see?  How can that much pain not leave a visible mark?  How 
much pain can the soul take before it turns into the story of humpty dumpty, never to 
be put back together again?  Isn’t it funny how you can forget your dying, when you 
have died inside?
First thing you should know, is this isn’t a poem, it’s not a story, it’s not a song.  These 
are just the mad ramblings of a genius with a headache.


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Knowing Ourselves

In this life time 
I met many people
In all walks of life 
Some were funny
And some were boring
However when I changed my focus
I have had chose to glimpsed
And talked with 
A wonderful person as you
As our words rippled 
In our hearts and minds
Somewhat indeed I felt inside 
And I realized myself
Resonated everything in you
Laughs, cries, sighs and amazement 
Created imprints in our souls
That someday they shall 
Magnify as we grow.




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Ephemeral

Ephemeral
 
Tis not mystifying, though disheartening, 
that we are simply passing shadows
…. a mere breath exhaled…. transitory
 Sunrises numbered at first drawn breath
 though each stand of hair is lovingly counted
 
A lone flower in a field of waving grass
 will pass unnoticed, once flourished.
 The wind becoming the only witness, 
to its existence, as its scent is carried
 across the meadow....fragrance dissipating
 
Swift waters of life slowly-- but surely--
 wear away our most precious of stones
 their features gently altered with time
 until the final last grain deteriorates 
finding rest, peacefully, on a distant shore


NOTE:  This poem was inspired by the book of Psalms as well as Nature and MY FAITH.


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The Beauty In Futility

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It doesn’t affect you
and you never deserved me

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


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together

Away from life’s whims of bustle and rush 
Not even the wind will brittle shells brush 
The bird’s eggs rest peacefully on their nest
Work of fibres at their best.
(What in the world can be more beautiful?)
The value of a filament cannot best be told 
Otherwise its stick of fire will soon be drowned in the dew.


Our pot is broken:
Our world is split in seven pieces;
Some greater, larger and some left unspoken.
The black clouds that welcome the rains of the month 
Is the stench breath of the cannons mouth?
And to think our worst fears are manmade meteors from the sky
Would forever be one pathetic lie.

Ebony and ivory together  
Can’t you hear the sounds of piano keys?
 Like the singing free spirited birds that will always fly.

Oh mankind! Oh mankind!! Oh mankind!!!
Do you not feel the chill in the uncaring night? 
In our minds the tale of the broom
Mummy earth still rewinds
“A stick will only prick dirt through your eyes
 But together they can clean the room “


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The truth in time

Time is the most precious possession the universe holds.
It is powerful beyond all measure.
It is loyal but also very unforgiving.

Time will test our strength and will power.
It will expose our weakness.
Time will challenge our thoughts and emotions.
It will be relentless in its endeavor to prove love unstable and lacking.
Time will push boundaries.
It will surpass limitations and barriers. 
Time will change you...
Time will possibly break you...
Time may even heal you...

Time is not to be undervalued or assessed.
Time can not be exacted, it is a gift, an allowance.
We are given time so that we may discover who we were, who we are, and who we long to be...
We are given time to uncover the endless possibilities that lie before us.
We are given time to gain enlightenment, to learn, and to teach.
We are given time to be free, to be liberated, to be alive!!!

But, in time, you will always find a profound truth...

Time is borrowed, only a certain amount allotted.
It is owed all of your energy and spirit. 
You have to explode every day.
Only slow down for those magical moments.
To absorb all the character needed to become a philanthropic warrior.
A guardian and a leader to those who do not understand the true concept of time.


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Victim

I will not be a victim 
to my circumstances.
Even though I've been bruised,
beaten,
left for dead,
I will not be a victim.
I have left myself 
in the worst situations.
Wasted away
by my own self inflictions,
but I will not be a self created victim.
I have a purpose,
a meaning,
meant to stand up tall.
I have been made special,
created solely by a true God,
and He did not create me,
just to be a victim.


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Years of our Youth

                                                                       click,
                                                                click
                                                         click
                                          rhythmic
                                       a
                               with
                    climbs
       coaster
The

Slowly, like the years of our youth,
When we were wishing we were older sooner.
We were little, wanting to be big
And did not understand how lucky we were.
Now we know the wasted time,
The opportunity not taken,
Before our ride to the summit
Became
              a
                  frantic
                             rush
                                     through
                                                   our
                                                          lives...


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Thank you mother

I must confess!!
my mother was not there
when i needed milk from somebody's breast

Probably she was feeling stress -
daddy used to beat her down
living marks from the face to the chest

Eventually mom left,
living behind two sons;
i must believe she thought it was best

To do not worry about the rest -
she kept on going forward
and buildup a new nest

I'm not writing this for you to criticize
but rather
for you to analyze   

That i had realize!!
You couldn't ever gone back
to get hurt and be utilize

So you came to the deep south
with only one purpose;
not ever going back to the devil's mouth
 
If i was you i would have done the same,
but again, what about my sons
you know what, don't take the blame

Mother is alright!!
I am very thankful
for i am very bright

Thank you again for giving birth 
two beautiful sons;
worth introducing to the planet Earth


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In Her Fathers Arms

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


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Retired Remnants

When truly embracing life, one must 
also embrace the mortal chain of death 
as friends and family continue passing 
in harmony with the earthly seasons, 
in quiet tune with celestial movement. 

What being in profound contemplation 
when dealing with melancholia, 
ever lived their life without flirting 
briefly with the thought of suicide; 
the persuasion of drink compounded? 

The joys of life intermingle with sorrow 
in a stage of life when Time ironically 
becomes an enemy as well as a friend, 
when one endeavors to share wisdom 
that may be unappreciated and rejected. 

The sudden glint off the wing of a 
passing silver bird with many souls, 
recalls to mind the madness that still 
dwells in corners of dark and light, 
of years gained, yet lost in flight. 

© 2012 Connie Marcum Wong 


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Poucha Dass Meditation

I close my eyes 
locked in a millisecond
the moment before the bow 
touches the strings 
where silence has a tremor
and wraps me in darkness 
until I hear its particles 
vibrating against me
 
the bow wrenches
from the depth of the bass 
a groan from the earth
as if waking a millennia of slumber
the first note
long, rich and haunting
now coming to life 
now ready to speak 
 
legs crossed and hands limp
pay attention 
to the sources of discomfort
tension in the neck, anxiety in the chest
fatigue in the limbs
heaviness in the core
 
let this weight sink
pull down through me 
melt through me
let it drag and seep 
through my bones
until it submerges 
into the ground below
 
transform to roots 
connect me
grow deep into the soil
until the energy is revitalized 
until I am reminded
we grow from this intricate system
no different from the forest and gardens
spreading, connecting, entwining
 
the earth is booming 
the bass its voice
chanting, singing, commanding 
a mantra in a language I don't understand
but with a pulse
I can feel
and it is telling me
I have all I need
 
visualize one by one 
sources of emotional exhaustion
with each dredge up the full power 
of all feelings
feelings long suppressed, feelings of fear
allow body and mind to swim 
one last time 
before I breathe in and blow them away
 
my body is lighter, sitting straighter
a tall blade of grass 
swaying as one
looking across the field 
up to the cliff's edge
and over the sunlit ocean 
 
taste sweet scent
of wind
stretch to feel 
soft earth
open eyes 
to unending sky
focus
on what it means to be alive. 
 


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Coke Bottle Promises

Sandy grains
wash over and over
a discarded glass
bottle
leaving what is left
smooth as silk
to my fingertips
touch
like a childhood 
memory
thought over and over
once more
and as I look
out into the unyielding 
sea
I recall your promise
words
I recall, over and over
again
like the waves splashing my
tan feet upon the sands
for you are overdue
love
to return to me
as I kiss my love note
to you
and toss the bottle once
more
into the dark blue abyss
below
my coke bottle
promise
forever and only
yours 
I do stay
 honest


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we are stars

people are like stars,
some are younger,
some are older,
some are brighter,
some are darker,
some are bigger,
some are smaller,
but in the end we are all the same.
all together.
shining bright with our personality.
dont care about what other people think.
its their own opinion.
be unique,be you.
you are who you are, and who you are is all their gonna get.
so shine like a star!!!


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Want to live,but no bread for me

Iam Hungry...Thirst is uncontrollable
It nearly kills me,Cries a poor one..
A dirty wasteland that is his home
but its a heaven for him,His mom
sick in the bed,He is handicapped.
Worms are eating his skinny body,NOBODY to help him!
He is helpless...he want to live 
But waiting for death,Help him god i pray to you....


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Tumbleweeds


Memories tumble through my mind, some, missing for a while.
I try to fill in the blanks. Others, I sweep into the corners.
You know, the ones that are easier forgotten.
Tumbleweeds...my memories have become tumbleweeds.
I take snapshots of the cherished ones, giving them a home
before they blow away in the savage wind.
"Did I tell you my mom liked to dance?"
"Yes", I remember.
I hear the music, her long hair bouncing with each step.
She doesn't dance anymore.
Moments gone...memories fleeting.
"Did I tell you my dad played drums?"
"Yes", I remember. 
I hear rat-a-tat-tat in my head.
I used to sing at the top of my lungs while he played.
He never seemed to mind my shrill, little girl voice.
I miss him, I miss his drums. Music is not the same.
I close my eyes and another memory blows through spaces.
My brother is racing his bike down the street FAST.
He is about ten, all legs in his shorts.
"Where are you going?" I call after him, too late.
He is gone and I wonder if he was ever here.
Some do go astray I remind myself.
Missing memories...missing love.
"Wait, come back", I yell. I'm still here.
Ruminating, I ask myself if we ever know the ones we love.
No, not really. I remember.
Frantic, I reach for the tumbleweeds.
I reach for my two earthly fathers who are long gone...
I see them. Then, they blow away, missing again.
I chase them futilely. The savage wind still blows.
Across grains of desert sand, I will never know why.
Tumbleweeds...my memories have become tumbleweeds.

By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
March 2, 2012
Second Place in Chris Aechtner's Let the Masks Fall Contest




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The American Flag, It Is You



A symbol of respect, pride, and strength,
not to be ruffled, wadded, or soiled,
to be folded, unfurled, raised for all to see,
as in going into battle resounding victory.

Not to be tattered, torn, or burned in effigy,
rather a symbol of hope to those in bondage,
of hate for those who seek to enslave,
of patriotism to those who guard fiercely,
enshrined with those who died for liberty,
entrusted to each generation to decide its fate,
to be the most loved or most hated,
to be seen in every city, state, and on foreign soil,
wherever seen, America is found.

No other symbol rises above or would be allowed,
representing freedom, recognized the world round,
a powerful adversary to an enemy
a gentle giant to those who are represented.

A symbol of red and white, 
with fifty shining stars on a field of blue,
call it a flag,
in reality it is you.


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Complete Isolation

Am I man or ghost?
Am I mortal or apparition?
Questions or choices
or entwined reality?
For a state of confusion
sleeps within my fiber, and
slowly rips asunder, the final
sliver of my contemporary humanity,

Sunrises and sunsets go unseen,
as I fully embrace my departure
from time, human contact, and connection,
with a creative conviction and devotion
to my only passion as an excuse, a deceitful
reason to shelter myself from the tender
moments that keep emotions empowered
and empathy evolved,

Yet truth is untied by introspection,
and as I analyze, I accept reality,
Seclusion has become to me, the 
fruit that protects the emotional
body but imprisons the loving mind,
and by this bittersweet conundrum,
I am bound and devoted to this ambivalence,
by the mere comfort and promise of
being content,

And by such a promise, I have
personified my fear of emotional
agony, yet tamed its risk with the 
fierce whip of isolation, thus the shame
and allure become as one, And as I
lose who I was, and tolerate who I am,
my disconnection from humanity
hurts those who care, yet keeps me
safe, with ink as my final outlet,

Still, as I sacrifice need for need,
I am not the one who still suffers,
Those with hearts that beat for me,
have become victims of my seclusion,
and I ache for them, but less and less
with each breath, For my isolation
continues to force its fee, and I notice
only after it is taken, and as I see their pain,

Only my thoughts are heard, my wishes
important, and my contentment decreed,
And despite visions of tears and sorrow
that were once my salvation, Now, I 
only look away, and remain a willing
prisoner in the sweet self shelter, of
the nothingness I show, and will one day
feel, without rue...


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The Silent Vigil

(A conjuncture of a
busy mind!)

Oh dear friend if
your health returns
As surely does the
rising sun
May it take this
unyielding waste
From your shallow
face,
Sow the seeds of
vitality
To abide within your
limbs
And behold the
welcome of
Strength regained.

When within a
portrait of
well-being
So vain one scorns
the joys of life
indeed
While destiny left
to the will of God,
Yet I must not
confess this image
reflecting
Only one of care and
encouragement
Till the winter’s
eve of his life
stains death,
No time now I fear
of one’s self
applause
Only the time to
seek out repentance.

Alas tis with a
woeful eye
That makes me seek
my conscience
Which deeply I
search to utter
What I have within
my heart,
To watch him close
to the Reaper
Where attempts to
negotiate
Peals in tenderness
to restore
Life from the icy
clasp of death.

Oh this dwelling of
fear these lips
cannot express
Yet forever dear
friend in my memory
stored!


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November

November

Cool winds turn cold as the winds stir from the north
The sun, the life giving star, heats the tropics so far to the south
Its warmth a distant memory to the lands that it deserted
Long forgotten greens of summer turn into the color of a raging fire
The fire dies and leafs that lived in the summer sun die and fall to the ground
The white silky clouds turn black and heavy carrying moisture from the open waters
The mighty lakes of the north turn violent under the fading yellow sun
Fighting the winds and the certainty of the fingers of the north freezing them
Rain turns to ice storm and them into the snow that children love
Mother Nature makes her changes as the speed of life slows
Baby animals, now grown, leave their family to explore their new world
Some settle down for a sleep that will protect for the three months of bitter cold
Others travel to the lands of their ancestors where the climate never changes
No one tells them to make such a journey
It is just the cycle of life that protects them and their young
But all the ice, the snow and the suffering will end
For it is November and November is a month of change
The changes will last until the spring when live starts anew
The ice and snow will melt and food will be plentiful
Green with once again color the trees, grass and shrubs
The animals who were babies in the fall return with babies of their own
The lakes thaw and calm in the spring’s gentle breezes
Life will return to normal at least until the winds of November return
But, at least for now, that is a world away in another time
And it is no longer remembered


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love about me

people think i'm peculiar
to have think outside the box
to have act not like anyone else
to have a though heart

but they just don't know who i am
for i have a sensitive heart
i cried easily and fragile
but everybody has a flaw

sometimes I cried when I can decide things
sometimes I lost and don't know where to go
can find a life goal up until now
and again, everybody has a flaw

I like happiness
laughing with everybody
sharing stories and telling jokes
making this world a stage of comedy

i filled my life with dreams and hopes
looking for ways to brighten people's life
keeping faith though sometimes faded
but it is the only thing keeping me from crumbling

i like the philosophy about love
seeing peaceful energy that emerges
someday i wished i could be among them
who fight in the name of love

a visionary
a dreamer
an artist
a coward
a clown
a lover
a fighter
what i love about me.


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Empty Portrait

Once I dared render
A trapping of quintessence
To hold fast all that is you
Somewhere upon my canvas

To capture your beauty
In pastels of feigned adoration 
From charcoaled scratched eyes
Slowly her face takes form

Searching yesterdays colours
To recapture the essence of your voice 
Now merely a passionate facsimile
Obtusely rendered in penciled arrogance

My sketching comes from experience
Tracings of agony felled of your eyes
From the easels edge drips my anguish 
Now a morass union of passivity

How I long to feel the heat of your fiery spirit…


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Broadway Airs

The eternal buzz of city anglers brash, angry, hornets ever selling egos. Shrieking anxiety laced, analog, syllables, idiotically. Hoping against hope, urchins, desperations end, strumming ancient chords in vain efforts, praying evermore for ordained kindness's eye. Telltale ubiquitous blighter's energetically begging on. How on heaven's earth can anyone begrudge absolution, hand out shackles instead. The august city in full ultraviolet, never ever satiated, each mouth open. Raw as meat, uncooked, questionable, objectionable, waiting on the angler's hook obediently.


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Epilepsy

Sudden and strangely strong
many shocks flood my body
causing muscles to stiffen
in protest.
Does it hurt?
Sometimes.
My mind drowns itself in
electricity without prior warning
causing a myriad of odd seizures. 
Each one different from the 
last; no seizure is the same.
My memory is not impaired,
I remember every one and 
everything around me,
although speech disappears.
People appear scared, not from me
but from what I have – epilepsy.
Many stigmas float around the
condition, many are as false
as the common school rumour.
Still they are believed like an old
wife’s tale.
Epilepsy?
An unwanted burden,
it limits possibilities, 
still I have it and so bare
its unwanted scars.
My life impounded and unfulfilled,
epilepsy is a curse without
any hope of a cure,
it’s only made controllable
by a blend of concoctions created
by textbook intellect.
Still my body and soul remain my own
regardless of how hard it tries
to take control,
I remain confident and strong.
Epilepsy?
Dominant as it may be life must
go on and I must continue to grow
and prosper.



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The Story of Joshua Bell

They don't speak
those walls
only absorb
scraps of life
the stench of urine
lucky pennies
desperate art
and a ringing clamber of voices
that move with every rush of air
down winding subway tunnels
 
here life collides 
in status
and in thunders
those walls
bear witness 
to many miseries
and many wonders 
 
on this day
the subway walls
mesmerised by a sight
never seen before
lamented 
the death of beauty
as it passed thousands
gracefully 
and ignored
 
rushing
skirts, pants, collars, cologne
rushing
fingers, slender, darting in a blur
hollow 
minds, tempers, hellos and goodbyes
hollow 
music, echoing, not a soul does it stir
lost
man to the intricate beauty of pattern
lost
eyes of passerbys to the empty roundabouts of life
fickle
strings snapping with the stress of exertion
fickle 
ambition, love, expectation and strife
 
they were all mixed together
in a bowl of concrete walls
they whirled
six of Bach's greatest works
a handcrafted violin
from 1713
played by one of the greatest
violinists
in the world
 
he played incognito
only six people stopped
20 gave him money
and then continued 
to walk
 
a three year old boy
was drawn 
to the sound
his mother let him 
listen
his eyes wide
and astound
but watches soon tick
and they tick too loud
and they drive 
the crowd forward
as if stopping
is not allowed
 
Joshua Bell
let his bow fall limp
as the last of his music
was swallowed 
by the whitenoise
of life
and screeching 
metro trains
the only sound 
of applaud
soon stolen
by a new rush of air 
 
the subway walls
silent
reflect
people would find peace
in the thick of life
if only
they would
connect. 


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Continuum

Life is an infinite continuum, feeding on its own death.
Our mortality, real and imagined, lives within.
We can always see these truths with a discerning eye.
The mirrored images that seem like two, are but one,
a parallel universe whose paths cross like a wisp of wind,
we are all of one time, like prose and poems
written in separate centuries, but of the same struggle.
There, always there, truth never hides,
except for those who don’t seek it 
for fear of what they might find.
From light to dark we fly in different directions
though toward the same destination.
What matters is what we do on our flight.
Do we see the paths of leaves as they float on the pond,
the reflection of the sky beyond, and the trees,
who have now shed their leaves but will reflect full in the spring;
beneath the leaves, the roots of the lily pads 
and the stare of a wary carp who looks
from his world as we do from ours?
We must find time on our journey to read, play a game,
or simply sit and wonder at the marvels around us,
for death will come in its own time…





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Romeo and Juliet - A Collaboration with Annalise Brigham

I thought, love, I would never find.  And then suddenly, I was spell bound
It would blow your mind! For the love I have for you is so profound
You came into my life way back when, and like magic you stole my heart
The love was universal poetry and I would follow you from the start
I would follow you to the ends of the earth; beyond the rainbow’s bend
If I die before you, I’ll rebirth!  ..For you are my Juliet and I am your 
Romeo!

I wasn’t looking for love, just having fun, sharing some inspiration
Never thought I’d come to love again, this was not my expectation
You say I stole your heart, well, mine got stolen too!
And yes, we did write beautiful poetry which forever stands as good
I’ll always be your angel in and out of time, because of this special bond
And should I die before you, I’ll return! For you are my Romeo and I, your 
Juliet!








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THE OLD WEST

Lord what I'd give to go back in time.
Meet historical legends Wyatt Earp,
 Or Jessie James, let them leap off 
The written page, and live again.
Rough riders, shooting the colt 45,
Learning swiftness by the draw.
Badges brethren, gather up,
The madman’s posse,
Gun powders equalizers,
 In there bloody hands.
Wanted men, flee to,
 Parts unknown,
Horse thieves, and 
Cattle rustlers,
Trying to evade the long,
 Arm of the law.
 Fate decides whom lives,
 And dies.
It makes no difference,
 Innocent or guilty.
After all it is life’s truest rule,
An eye for an eye, blood shed,
To give the devil his vengeance,
Behold survival of fittest,
Heavens gates, are made from,
Twisted metal.
The hangman's tree stands ready,
Hollow nooses swing in,
 Destiny’s winds,
To bid found ado unto evil men.
Strong limbs bare heavy weight,
A scaled balance of ropes,
 Tenuous strength.
Blind lady liberty turns,
 Her gaze away.
At histories hesitation towards,
Real justice's justification.
Hard men ride ahead, 
Leaving behind
Legends tin stars, 
Amongst trail dust,
Remnants.
Behold the old west breath's,
 Again,
Between books binding,  
And words harsh black ink.
Hardened steel vs. freedoms,
 Expansion.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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Me, Myself, and I.

I am doing this for myself.
I am done being hurt.
I am tired of the heartache.
i wish i never met you sometimes,
i am tired of you being a jerk,
you hated it when i told you how i felt now you don't get to hear or see me anymore.
you broke my heart.
you have hurt me more than anyone in my life.
why do you act like you don't care?
you think your gods gift to women.
i know you do almost every guy i know thinks that.
i have had so many offers that i had to refuse because i'm still not over you.
i know i should be but, but maybe we were meant to be if we were you blew it, and you can't 
say that you weren't happy with me cause i know you were you told me everyday that you 
loved me even when you broke my heart into tiny little pieces you said "i will always love 
you".
i don't know if you do or not i'm just sayin' how i feel cuz maybe one day you will realize that
"hey i'm stupid for lettin that girl go", NO ONE will love you as much as i still do.
and until you realize that don't come around me, cuz if you were to show up right now i don't 
know what i would say because i'm really hurt and anything could come out of my mouth 
and and i wouldn't care!


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A Blind Moment Of True Sight

He slowly opened the window sash
Deeply breathing the cool morning air
Feeling the warmth of the sunshine
Embracing the morning so completely
Bringing the spark of life to his face
Listening to the sonnets of Warblers
Inside the beauty of a summertime dawn…

Slowly wandering to the Lilac gardens
Resting on the soft greenery tufts
He leaned into the white purple blossoms
Inhaling deep the warm honeyed perfume
Feeling the silk tendrils upon his face
As the pure tiny droplets fell upon him
A baptism in a pergola of morning blooms…

The gentle whisper of Monarch’s in flight
Brought him to his feet in easy chase
Reaching out chasing the sound of flutter
He tumbled down the slope laughing
Laying in the flower bed he reached skyward
Decreeing the miracle of Mother Nature, he said
“I only wish I could see it”…


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The Neighborhood

I know we love to read of beautiful things 
Hear early morning serenades the song bird sings

See buds blooming into roses perfumed
Within majestic sunset's horizons become consumed

There's another place I lived in for a little while
A neighborhood where somethings didn't make me smile

A child banging on the door, mommy let me inside
Things in the home, I guess from his eyes they must hide

I befriended a boy of ten riding his  bike
Said he always went to me-maws to get a bite

For there was no food in his house to eat
Dad found other things to buy instead of meat

A few days pass, no sign of my friend
There he was riding down the street again

I asked where he'd been, was he alright?
He explained he was recovering from a bad dog's bite

I asked him what the doctor had said
He replied, I sewed it myself with a needle and thread

I reluctantly said, let me see your nice sewing job
He pulled up his pant leg, I choked back  a sob

I asked him if his daddy was ever mean
He shrugged his shoulders, said sometimes it seems

It kinda hurt my feelings when he said to me
Finish him off - right between the eyes
I won't feed a dog that bites
Not worth the ground where he lies

Sitting on his bike, a leg began to sway
Eyes filled with tears, quickly he wiped one away 
Remembering the killing shot he'd fired that day

Toughen up son, is what his father said
Advice given in love, maybe....
Then off on his bike he rode to have some fun...

I know in some places many families still really care
But Mayberry exists only on TV in shades of gray

I moved back to the country where buds bloom into roses perfumed
And into majestic sunset's horizons I can be consumed

©Donna Jones


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As the Old Belfry Tolls

..           

As it rings, the ancient belfry
weather beaten about the stone marge;
the musings chime, visions 
from the past.

The cheerful townsfolk; round little faces
nipped by icy winds, merrily laughed;
echoes from the halcyon days and 
of times shaded, the falling tears. 

Dispelling the silence of muted souls,
grief ridden sore hearts 
and dark clinging knurled creepers;
the silence of the mysterious spirits
of the night, who hide
as the sound draws near
of the thunder against the grey light.

Breaking the stillness around,
arousing one from repose; as rain drenched,
a galloping horse's hooves
delicately daubs the wet earth.

Dusk shall again gather over the shadows,
as the old belfry tolls;
heard beyond the far off skies
and the knolls.

Breaking in upon the quiet yew'd glens;
tidings prophesied,
the reverberating peals.

..

For Kelly Deschler's Contest : "Women Only"

Written by gautami phookan


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Carbon Monoxide (CO) Week 2: Carbon Cabrona

Smokeless inhales hurt.
I cough tar on my shirt.
As my black lungs breathe,
Shrilling exhales wheeze.

Cabrona
Falls me
Down to
My knees.

The nicotine cracks
My will.
My composure
Spills.

I want 
This.
I must 
Have this.

I sink
Into
The brink
Of madness.


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Be Still

Be Still.......

I will walk with God
In the beauty of the morning
While the dew still lies upon the ground
While the birds still sing their morning song
And while the evening sky still twinkles like neon lights
And the sun still rises with its golden glow bathing everything in glorious light
And in The evenings quiet where I live has entered its time of rest at calling dusk
He still holds me tight in His warmth under downy wings soft like clouds that puff and blow across a horizon that only God could grow to water and shelter a land dependant on His goodness- 

Yes I still walk with God in great expectations- reliant on His promises of always being with me- And He- even amidst the horrors of war famine and disease and evil atrocities born from the darkness of evil- His promises are still new every morning that I wake- and He still bears me through the trials and carries my burdens and makes them light- He is still my Father- And He is still My Lord and- He still- Knows my name.

© Brenda V Northeast 16th march 2012 


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Surprising Kindness

I came upon an old man,
A homeless, wretched soul.
He looked so sad and helpless,
In his hands, he held a bowl.
He was propped against the building,
So, his weakness would not show.
He saw the world through glasses,
With hair as white as snow.

I heard my father whisper,
As my eyes filled with tears,
“One need much more than money,
One needs his loved ones near.”
My father loved his family,
Does this old one feel the same?
With my father’s soul beside me
I asked the old one’s name.

His name, he said with feeling,
Was lost with all he owned.
A thief assumed his identity,
Then, all he had was blown.
His wife died in December,
The vulture, then closed in,
Pounced while he was grieving,
Then, his life changed again.

I gathered the frail body to me,
Spoke kindly, acknowledged his need,
A home and a heart full of loving,
My family would plant the seeds.
Love is the first to be planted,
Followed by trust in their care.
My father’s spirit surrounds us,
His example taught us to share.

The old one lost all his pallor,
With love and trust he gained
More than he ever hoped for,
Another family, who gave him a name.
Grandpa, we decided to dub him
As we fought for all he had lost.
As he won the last legal battle,
His life was the price that it cost.

The old one wanted cremation.
My mother did not and she prayed.
Next thing we knew came a lawyer,
And the Last Will and Testament played.
My mother, for once, became speechless,
And I drew in no better air.
Grandpa was there in the picture,
Leaving us undisputed heirs.


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The Season is changing

The Season is changing


Like every thing of life, the season is changing,
The water laden clouds are vanishing gradually,
Leaving space for the scattered yellow pink and white,
The birds are chattering on green branches of trees,
Before the leaves turn purple or gold or get pale to leave.

The season of summer heat and tiring humidity,
Is gradually transforming into cool blowing breeze,
The Sun is spreading its golden treasure so lavishly, 
Spreading its wealth of gold dust, on the wondering clouds,
And throwing rest of its treasures, on fields, forests and hills.

Hey, look the Koyal* is lost in its melodious singing,
To celebrate the joy and mirth that fascinates it a lot, 
Without thinking for a moment, about the by gone past,
Or pondering in worry for a future, which is not,
Singing and singing only one day it would get lost.

From the North West, the new birds have started showing, 
Their appearances, while clanking their wings in the sky,
And forming shapes of alluring elegance and beauty,
As a lovely guest they come, in the bunch of sky necklaces,
To make us realize that the season and the life too is changing.

Ravindra

Kanpur India 5th Sept. 2010

* Koyal.    A singing bird of India like nightingale.
  

  


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My Life is a Drama

I took many roles 
In my own life’s drama
And with every person I met
I had been a mentor 
And a tormentor at once
Even a victim and a culprit too
If I cried it was because 
My role requires it
If  I am injured it was because 
The role I took requires it and so on
If I ruined the life of someone 
In one of the life’s dramas I took
I didn’t have regrets
Again because the role 
I took requires it
If I consider the role of a mad man
I shall not hesitate to take it
If that role requires the thrill 
In anyone life’s drama
If the drama I chose 
To take is never ending
I don’t have any regret taking it
Because the drama requires it
Every role I took we agreed 
On how to execute or perform
The scenes in which the drama requires 
With the leading man or leading woman
Every cast, director, crew and drama goers
If death is required in taking 
A role in anyone life’s drama
I shall exuberantly consider it
Because my life is a drama
And my life is a choice.


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ADOLESCENT STEMS


.,.,.,....... ........,., late mid-life street woman she is... i grew up with her under mango trees now softly drooping their shoulders much like hers.. but she, still shaped like a Boticelli urn, wrapped in arms diaphanous in flesh and heat, fanned banana leaves swaying to latin notes while cooking fried bamboo shoots, her fragrance buzzing along summer's exotic fly: how she pinched my cheek with her tapered fingers still wrinkled pink in grasses floating on her quivering body.. . somehow, she gave me this epiphany of riding with my own instinct, the slow wave of breaths lightly squeezing that sprouting rosiness of my adolescent stems... if i knew how to swirl in the wakening glides of inner flow , it was her circling baked hips winding and bellying in nights and morns of her own natural sashays... how i long to climb her mango tree, her waxing then waning shape still blazing among plucked banana seeds of female revelry or finery… i tell myself, there is no age when her shadow sways in places where her eyes dazzle with her near floating, soaking limbs, of how she made me feel unashamed being just who I am without much caution or rapid pride; humbled so by her inherent moon-full grace… © ... .............. Debbie Guzzi's Transformations by nette onclaud


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'Nowhere slowly'


all you hear is the clock ticking and you can't feel your heart beating time is in a rush to go nowhere slowly you wonder if you are allowed to go with on that rush to nowhere - afraid you might be left behind
©130520121715


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Forever Friends We'll Be?

I said forever we'll be.
That's you and me.
Though the love may have fizzled,
the friendship would never leave.
I must question myself now,
face the truth,
now that you are you,
and I am me,
there is something growing so deep.
The length of time between when we talk 
becomes longer and longer,
surprisingly it doesn't hurt like it used to,
how could it be?
I'm finding my mind doesn't know what to do,
questioning everything,
even the love I had for you.
As my faith in God grows,
the strength in my soul builds,
I realize the victim love made me.
Now I am a survivor,
but find myself questioning,
wondering if truly...

forever friends we'll be.



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Elvira And The Pillow

A true story....


Well I lived in Sioux City for a little while
Another job site, hubby and I have covered some miles

While there, my mother in law came to visit
She drove Elvira, the biggest Buick ever made
No doubt about it!

I drove mom around to see the highlights
If you've been there, you know there's nothing but corn in sight

Suddenly the cars in front of us started to slow
Wondering which way around this pillow they needed to go

Well some went left and some went right
Some straddled over it and seemed alright

Mom said baby, it will be OK
Just drive right over it
Elvira won't notice anything in her way

I lined up perfectly and over we went
Thought I'd made it until visions were sent
Into the rear view mirror of down floating everywhere
And it wasn't pleasant!

I could see people on the sidewalks laughing, I pretended not to care
As millions of feathers floated through the air

Really embarrassed I drove on about one hundred feet
Then Elvira stopped dead right there in the street

Somehow the drive train had caught the cotton cover
Ripping it to shreds, wrapping it round and round so tight
Until it killed the engine dead

Now I know God works in mysterious ways
But He proved it for sure this very day

In a parking lot next to where Elvira had died
Was a complete race car driver's pit crew - no lie!

An 18 wheeler with trailer in tow
Guys dressed in uniforms, patches aglow 

With traffic backing up behind us
They came over to see what was all the fuss

I said spitting feathers out of my mouth
I really don't know, I'm from down south

They opened their trailer and out came the jacks
Air hoses and tools, they got down on their backs

From under the car I heard laughter and jokes
They'd seen cars stopped by everything but a pillow!

Well I thanked them and shook each and every hand
They wouldn't accept money, said the entertainment was grand
I often wonder who they were and if they remember Elvira and the pillow in Iowa land....

©Donna Jones


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Mystic Castle

I slip down through sparkling depths,
Gliding silently toward my mystic castle.
I always find peace there within,
Sheltered from the chaos all around me.
Hidden from prying eyes and evil intentions,
And worse, indifference that leaves me no purpose.
They cannot see the tears I weep
Nor care about my solitary existence,
Until someone is reminded 
To feed the goldfish.



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From the Hollows

“this poem is not about what is written, but what is not written…”

You bring me back to 
Life gently, with small doses
Of light airy love,
Like butterfly tugs.
The gray nothing recedes to
Blooming new color.

Soon you’re my lover.
With overwhelming passion
You shatter the spell. 
I can feel myself
Recovering with each touch,
And primitive rush.
 

7/1/11


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My Dilemma

Mind wondering from here to there
Thoughts of what is and is not
Is a person better to stay here on earth
With family that is going on into their own world

                             OR

Reaching up and praying to be with loved ones
Who are waiting for you at heaven's gate
Mind wondering from here to there
Thoughts of what is and is not


Entry: A Dilemma Contest
Sponsor: Joe Flach
Honorable Mention


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A Perception On Life

Life goes on,
All around me,
My life goes on,
While life runs without me,
What to perceive,
How to know,
Without the wrong perception,
Wondering,
If my life connects to life,
Does anyone notice me,
Because I notice them,
Does anyone want to care about me,
My life,
In their life,
Because I want to know,
The world around me,
Above all,
The people that surround me,
The stress of knowing,
Every expression,
Every action a person makes,
And understanding the reasoning,
Behind their action,
And expression,
The greeting,
The building,
Building friendship,
But worrying about whats next,
My insecurity,
In my perception,
Unwanted life,
No one notices,
But when some one excepts me,
I'm surprised,
They want to know me,
Not knowing what t do,
I can't get close,
To many scars inside,
They can't know,
Or they will leave me,
But for the ones that push on,
That ignore my insecurity,
I am grateful,
To those who care about me,
Who wont abandon me,
The only thing left,
Is for them to let me know,
That they feel this,
Then I will let them,
Get close to me,
But for the ones,
Who show different,
Who show immaturity,
Who are selfish,
Who are shallow,
They will leave me,
That is how I tell,
The difference between people,
And friends.







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My lunar Cycle

By the early years of that ancient decade, the 70's,
I'd tired of my obstreperous tomboyish games: 
kickball with the neighbor kids, sledding in the winter, 
desecrating the peacefulness of our street's grave yard 
with our bike races, tag, and hide-n-seek. 
And I tired too of the pastimes of my season preferred: 
chasing siblings with a hose, giggling and gleeful, 
swimming at Weed Park, 
and my perpetual swinging through those long, sweet sunshiny days 
longed for during classes in my school. 

Old friends grew up. 
Boredom anon crept upon the remnant of my childhood. 
At times - through infancy and beyond - 
I'd been beset by a feeling of loss 
over something not yet sought. 
It was something kin to loneliness, but no. . .not that. 
More a sense of gloom - a sorrowing for what? 
I still don't really know. 
Despite the days of inexplicable forlornness, 
I grew more and more cavalier 
throughout the  days that came 
between those odd forlorn days 
because my old timidity, in fact, had waned. . . 

Another face, fairer, appeared. 
It waxed and glowed - assured - 
until those “days - in- between” 
had finally surpassed the melancholy ones. 
I learned to stifle monotony and squelch the blues. 
I became a "doer" of too many things to name 
as I went gliding through with the Gibbous moon. 
Soon enough, a fullness had arrived. 
                              And now it must disseminate. 

In the years to come, I'll be wondering this. . .
Will the shining face I show the world wane too, 
and will my youth's strange darkness re-emerge, 
eclipsing what light remains as I drift, 
having come full-cycle, 
into my final 
                     crescent phase?

5/21/14


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In Life's Garden - Dans le jardin de la vie

I hear the whispers of past souls
That guide me through life’s
Wondrous garden of flowers.
Each flower has a unique 
And beautiful bloom.
I see how the fragile and 
Delicate injure easily and
Wither and die without protection.
I am amazed at the strength 
And endurance of the sturdy.
But most of all. . . 
I marvel at the lowly weeds,
Though they be uprooted
And cast out of the garden,
How they find a way to leave their 
Seeds behind to grow and flourish---
Undaunted.

1-18-2014

Note:
This poem is a metaphoric view of the weak, the strong and the unwanted people in life.

Interprétation Française

Dans le jardin de la vie 

J'entends les chuchotements 
des âmes passées 
qui me guident par la vie 
Jardin merveilleux des fleurs. 
Chaque fleur a un unique 
Et belle fleur. 
Je vois comment le fragile et 
Sensible blessez facilement et 
Wither et meurent sans protection. 
Je suis stupéfié à la force 
Et résistance du vigoureux. 
Mais surtout. 
Je m'émerveille aux herbes modestes, 
Bien qu'elles soient déracinées 
Et fonte hors du jardin, 
Comment ils trouvent une 
manière de laisser leurs graines derrière 
pour se développer et s'épanouir--- 
Intrépide. 



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My Condensed Prayer

“I've learned some INCREDIBLELY valuable lessons that have been crammed into a two week period. The biggest one was: NEVER expect for someone to appreciate your heart! I won’t turn bitter because I’ve always enjoyed just doing what I can for others and more. God, please help me to be less volatile. Although my intentions are never to hurt anyone, yelling is rarely heard. If someone doesn’t want to listen, they won’t. You speak to me in ways I could NEVER put into words and because of freewill, I will either heed your words or learn your words through experiences. I pray that you help me become more open to your lessons. I don’t know what there is after life in the universe but I pray that before I pass on, I am ready to live with you. God, please be with ALL of those less fortunate than myself; Whether it be they are destitute, in need of guidance, lonely, or are being neglected and/or abused PLEASE stay near and dear to these people and provide them with their perfect but healthy “happy place”. I pray that you will make an impact on those who do not know you and speak to them in a way that THEY will listen. I pray that my planet will someday become a more habitable home for all who dwell. I pray that you will somehow get through to the members of the government. I know freewill is the MAIN element in why my planet is the way it is but I understand that it was no mistake but that you have literally given us ALL that we could ask for and this is how I’ve come to KNOW that I just cannot expect for anyone to appreciate my heart; but like you, God, I will continue to love for the sake of my home. I pray that all world leaders, teachers, counselors, parents, guardians and those under the watchful eye of our planet will BE the positive example for us all. These people influentially lead us so I pray that they carefully and not precariously lead which will in turn make the world a more habitably peaceful place for us all. I pray for the security and advancement of those who choose to be in my life. I am truly thankful for these people and my dog. I don’t have many – well I don’t have ANY companions that I could see in person. I pray that I will have someone that I can enjoy life with that I can also learn and love life with. Thank you, God for blessing me with your love, a home, my parents that make sure there is food, my dog that will love me unconditionally, sense, courtesy and an open mind. I love you, God!”

God: “I love you, too. Sleep well.”



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Shattered

Looking out a rainy window,
Seeing places that seem strange,
Makes you think of old and new, 
Shattered dreams, a glimpse of change,
All away and all distorted,
In the once so hopeful heart,
All beneath what you have planned,
If a plan is what you've got.
Many try to comprehend,
Why trouble just comes their way;
Sadly they find in the end
That they couldn't have a say
And they're wrong for thinking so
But when sadness flies to you,
There isn't much you can do... 

Is there?

Maybe lie to you and others,
That we are a happy kind,
Just that sometimes we are clouded
By the way our lives entwine.


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EULOGY FOR THE ELDON GALLERY, WATERLOO


Once a place that sold cultivated pigment