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Details | I do not know? | |

Raindrops

Raindrops
are like my thoughts
falling down into my mind
sending goose bumps down
my spine

Their cool aftermath
cleanses me of my thoughts
of fear and uncertainty 
about what tomorrows
pain may bring

They make me feel,
wet with creativity
drenched in my optimistic
illumination. glistening
raindrops, my thoughts
leave paths of pleasurable
distress, and hope of success
which road, less traveled
may be the best

Forget an umbrella
when these raindrops
arrive, I walk outside
arms open wide

Ready to Receive
whatever
the mind storm may bring
because raindrops are
as my thoughts, falling
down into my mind
sending shivers down
my spine

My brain, yearns
for the rain, to wash away
the pain, tomorrows worry
does bring
One special drop
could speed up life's clock
to the time
I can handle my own
and not dwell inside my controllers
home

For raindrops are,
like my thoughts
falling down into my mind
sending goose bumps
down my spine


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Free verse | |

SUMMON NEW DAYS

One hundred percent empty mentality 
Endorsed by fake friends 
For a fun fuck, they begin to suck me dry 
Desensitized with fraud in their eyes 

No wrench. No hammer. Not even a knife. 
No mental weapons to end my own life. 
Try to be one, the same once again, 
But my own psyche only leads to dead ends. 
Knowing old ways bring back these bad days. 
A mind forever lost – emptiness stays. 

So fuck the real life I'll never get back, 
And fuck the fake friends that fall through the cracks. 
Experience life lost and the love that it cost. 
Never again given any trust 
Hung on a cross 
Without  her to stay 
Time now to wake & face this bad day. 

~END~
Written By Joel R. Thornton 2005


Details | Marsiya | |

I'm my Daddy Made Over

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


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

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

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

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

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


Sabrina Niday Hansel



Details | Ballade | |

Being you

Being you

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

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

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

14 August 2013 @ 1410hrs.



Details | Lyric | |

CANDLE 1st in Spanish then scroll down for english trans

VELA (CANDLE)First Spanish version, scroll down for English)
Yo ser‚ para ti.
Toda la vida que me queda la vivir‚ para ti
y cuando el tiempo haya terminado,
morir‚ por ti.
Dir‚ tu nombre
en cada vela que encienda, respirar‚ tu nombre.
Te susurrar‚,
cada oraci¢n que diga ser  siempre parte de ti.

Por toda la eternidad,
y as¡ ha sido y ser  siempre, 
y cuando deje este mundo,
aquello vendr  conmigo
en la luz de una vela.
Todo el mundo sigue girando, haciendo el d¡a y la noche,
y de la oscuridad a la luz,
ser s siempre parte de cada oraci¢n que yo diga.

Yo ser‚ para ti.
Como una fresca quebrada de la monta¤a que se desborda por ti
como una c lida brisa de verano
entre los  rboles para ti.
En el brillo de una vela,
todo lo que he sido o llegue a ser 
por toda la eternidad,
tu ser s parte de todo lo que yo haga siempre.
Yo ser‚ para ti.  

					
					Traducci¢n: Emilio J. Saavedra M.     CANDLE	
I will be for you.
All my life that is left, I will live for you,
and when time has run out,
I will die for you.
I will speak your name
in each candle that I light, I will breath your name.
I will whisper you,
every prayer I ever say will be part of you.

For eternity,
and forever it has been, and will always be,
and when I leave this world,
it will go with me.
In a candle light
all the world keeps on turning, making day and night,
and from dark to light,
you'll be part of every prayer that ever comes from me.

I will be for you.
Like a cool mountain spring that overflows for you
like a warm summer breeze 
through the trees for you.
In a candle glow,
everything I've ever been or will ever be
for eternity,
you'll be part of everything I ever do.
I will be for you.
© Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the doylestown poet


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Dandelions Were Listening

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

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

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

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

Thousands of dandelions 
blown away 
by my pleading breath.

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

I never thought
those dandelions
were listening.


Details | Quatrain | |

Find My Way

Darkness is killing my will to fight
The way to climb beyond my scope
Searching for a ray of light
In an oasis called hope

Feel like a stranger in my house
Drying inward from the edge
Climbing like a spider
Got stuck in my own web

The clouds in the sky
Add to my tears
The balloons in my hand
Do not bring me cheers

Nothing to push me down from here
I can only jump without fear
I break the balloons, I dare the rain
I splash in my web full of my tears

Here I come, you can push me away
I will find my way to dodge you away
Not everytime can I go astray 
A day will come I will find my way


Details | Rhyme | |

The Visitor

THE VISITOR 

When it came all I could see was a dark shadow standing over me - 
Pressing down on my chest.  It wanted my last breathe.

I was lying on my back completely motionless. 
I couldn’t breathe or speak, but the Word was on my chest.
.
But it pressed harder and harder with powers beyond imagination!
Evil filled the room like a cloud of smoke, and I was suffocating!

And as I laid there instilled with fear, all I could do was wonder.
Is this the end of me, and if so, how much longer?

And as it pressed and pressed I almost gave it my last breath!
But thanks be to God, the Word was on my chest!

In between my right palm and heart was a Bible some time ago my mother gave me.
She told me, “Take this wherever you go my son, and meditate on it daily.”

And at last strength returned to me to fend off this uninvited imposter!
In the name of Jesus, get off my chest! For it is written.  
No weapon formed against me shall prosper!
















Details | Rhyme | |

The Tranquillizers




                             THE HOSPITAL FAIRYLAND

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





Details | Free verse | |

A Declaration On Independence Day

On Independence Day
I declare  independence 
from American imperialism.
I declare U.S. out of Iraq.
And while I am at it
the C.I.A. out of the business
of supplying murderous thugs
with rifles and uniforms 
along with the strategies 
to extinguish
democracy in Haiti.
I also call for the pullout
of State Department funding
in the not so secret 
overthrowing
of the fair and duly elected
President of Venezuela.
On Independence Day
I have the right to say
we need a new policy.
Therefore, I call
for independence from oil.
I call for windmills 
and solar panels
and cool looking hybrid cars 
getting 100 miles to the gallon.
I am tired of chanting
No Blood For Oil.
On Independence Day
I look to a nation
involved in war for war's sake
war to simulate the economy
and make our leaders look great
and call for a different fate.
I declare our politicians
give up corporate sponsorship
and live up to this great nation's
highest aspirations.
Freedom from
illegal occupation.
Freedom from 
propaganda and torture.
Freedom from 
criminal actions
on sovereign nations.
I declare transcendence.
I declare we live up to
life, liberty and the pursuit
of happiness
for all humanity.
I declare world independence
from monarchies, theocracies
totalitarianism, oligarchies 
and otherwise puppet regimes.
And I declare we all share these 
inalienable rights. 
Including the right to assemble 
organize and form unions.
Protect the health 
of our elders
newborns and the environment.
And I refuse those who would
deny blacks
the same rights as whites
by suppressing their vote 
with twelve hour lines
in the blistering cold.
Let us all have our say!
And while I am at it
give the poor a megaphone
on mainstream talk shows
let their voices be heard
in the court of public opinion.
I declare freedom from
billionaire owned media
conglomerations.
Let independent democracy
infiltrating the television.
Thus let us all speak our truth
and be protected 
from the tyrannical majority
and those empowered by the muzzle.
I declare that our forefathers
envisioned this and much more
in the age of enlightenment.
So that one day
every one of us
on this magnificent planet
regardless of class or culture
national and religious origin
sexual persuasion or gender
would be endowed and empowered
by an independent
yet universal 
human rights agenda.


Dean Walker


Details | Rhyme | |

Plockton - Wester Ross

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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





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


Details | Free verse | |

Forgotten You

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Didactic | |

trials and triumphs

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Quatrain | |

STUFF HAPPENS

Life happens when you're busy,
Making other plans,
And things are often side tracked,
By circumstantial demands.

When you least expect it,
And sometimes when you do,
Life throws you a curve ball,
And some folks sit and stew.

They fuss and cuss and grumble,
Stomp their feet and call out names,
When it's just life in one big bundle,
And there's no one to blame.

Stuff happens, that's the way it is,
Grow up and face the facts.
Learn to face it like a man,
Stop putting on an act,

Like everything should be just fine,
Should be a bed of roses,
Well every rose bush has some thorns,
As well as blossoms for our noses.

Life justisn't perfect.
It's just not meant to be.
It's not your fault and it's not mine.
There's no use blaming me.

Relax and learn to smile at life.
Just take it as it comes.
You really have no other choice.
You might as well have fun.

Learn to laugh at life, Chill Out,
You'll come out better in the trade,
If when life hands you some lemons,
You'll make some lemonade.

You'll live a whole lot longer,
And maybe keep your wife,
If you stop your griping,
And accept that that's just life.

                                   Judy Ball


Details | Blank verse | |

Hope

Some divine light
Beams upon my life

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

Would I see you if I die?


Details | Rhyme | |

The Illusion of Magic

It's the empty spaces
That we long to fill
It's our lifelong dreams
Lying unfulfilled

The apathy takes hold
The caring ceases
A semblance of a normal life
Lies at our feet in pieces

When the magic no longer amazes
And charm has all but died
Nothing left to hold onto but hope
And give it another try


Details | Free verse | |

The Hero within Us

Life is a winding road
Moving through lovely territory
That inspires dreams and goals.

Then it enters rough roads
Treacherous terrains
Wild rivers under tornadoes
That eat at our resolve
And threaten to destroy the hopes
We had embraced when the way
Ran smooth by flowery meadows.

When we have been let down
By those we had believed in so
We often choose to change course
To avoid bumping in the same inferno
But no matter, every road we take
Will have its own inferno.

As we determine to stay the course
We find that it is the road I must go
And when we go beyond the call of duty
We come to see the real hero
Within the fiber of our awesome fabric
Worthy to be called
Sons and Daughters of God.

 
By CarolineCécile
05.01.11



Details | I do not know? | |

Can I Buy A Cheat Sheet For God's Test?

When we get to Heaven...
will there be a type of ''customs'' 
we have to pass through? 
Will there be a test? 
What will the questions look like? 
Multiple choice, I hope...
I always do better on multiple choice tests.

Maybe this would be a sample question: 

1.  When I pass somebody in obvious need I: 

A.  Walk by and pretend I didn't see them.
B.  Stop and offer help (and hope they decline) .
C.  Stop and help.
D.  None of the above...I don't see anyone else but myself.

Or, maybe they would be questions that we can give a
''never, sometimes, most of the time, always''
type of answer.

Like: 

1.  I thought about other people's feelings: 
___Never
___Sometimes
___Most of the time
___Always

I've given this some thought
not because I have an unexplainable amount of test anxiety.
Rather, I have an unexplainable fear
of not living my life as it was intended to be lived.

And, will this be ''graded on a curve''?


Details | Rhyme | |

a new breath from despair - phoenix rising

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


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

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


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


Details | Free verse | |

Cannot Abide


wind always knows 
it limitation
as it writes its swirling
scripts upon threadbare roof.
lamentations for the
fields of empty prairies
as the dry leaves rustle
in strings of grass… 

i do not know
my boundaries
the geographical shapes
of my darkness
for life
has been left empty
with only a puppy
of narrowness
to feed
scraps of plain verse too
how the tail wagged for years
as empty …

i light candles 
like images on the window
of my smile
for the sputter of light
is much more reassuring 
than the breathless darkness.

i recite my own alphabets
that i have
hidden in the mysteries of my throat
and marvel as the moonlight passes
through the simple words
the trellises of upper 
and lower case

shades i have formed
with my craftless hands
and letters
speak upon the glass
of outside 
like frost
for i have found my true words
and they fit my squalor
with a strength of calmness
for darkness cannot 
abide in smallness 
so it leaves me
as the darkest raven
ever imagined…


Details | Free verse | |

Ravaging Days

Ravaging days
when clouds pale
the sun's rays
hindering its purpose
of existence, the cost.

Confusion rises
over what is true
what should we pursue
in these darkened days
that have made 
our face pale
when all we think in fact
is saving ourselves
having stopped to care
choosing instead
our own comfort.

Then we retort
pretending
there's no heaven
or hell, there's no God
and if there is
doesn't seem He cares...

But we haven't really looked
we haven't a clue
because we didn't knock
we choose to mock
we haven't really searched
perhaps unwilling
to face the answers 
because we know within
we would have to make
some serious change.

And the sun has weakened
over the earth crying tears
and the moon has turned to blood
with the presence of dark clouds
the only way to peace
the moon's connection with the sea
feared by so many
but in truth
the womb
of true life
and as the tides rise
and the waters advance
the earth begins to pray
turns to the heavens
choosing to believe 
giving the sun a new gleam
purest gold
enriching all souls
and the water recedes
and above, a feast
has begun.

By Caroline Cécile© 08.30.12


Details | I do not know? | |

Whispers

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

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

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


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Alone I Stand

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


Details | Ode | |

Ode to a Woodpecker

The ladder backed pecker,
like a prison uniform.
Caught-up in exposing
the truth beneath the bark,

of the poet's apple tree.
We prefer ourself in spring;
with tiny little flowers,
and the fruit of possibility.

Yet, if not for the woodpecker,
tapping holes into poems,
we might not ever see
the flesh and blood of raw meat.

I will climb that ladder back,
escape pre-decreed standards.
Tap into that syrupy mixture
and suck-out truth from hard wood.

Yes, lessons from a jail bird.
A pest in the Avian Kingdom.
Wisdom from the little rebel,
beat-out of a tree.


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Mockingbird Still Sings

Children sexually abused
Hiding secrets none accused 
Mockingbird still sings

False Charities stealing money
Laughing while nothing’s funny
Mockingbird still sings

Corporations shredding evidence
Seas of hypocrisy and decadence
Mockingbird still sings

Cheating partners losing trust
Teens pregnant from a night of lust
Mockingbird still sings

Rape victims ashamed to speak
Lives destroyed remaining meek 
Mockingbird still sings

Middle East raging in war
All for pride nothing more
Mockingbird still sings

Delicate babies addicts born
Crack whore moms selling porn
Mockingbird still sings

Gang bangers need attention
Killing for an honorable mention 
Mockingbird still sings

Fools and vengeance shall expire
For winds of change to transpire
While mockingbird still sings


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The Rain Effect

The rain outside my door
Its talk, a calming effect
Upon my restless spirit, implores 
the need to reflect.

The rain, drenching the moors
Its pounding upon rocky crests
Like the clapping of hands, soars
Upon the senses, dissolving stress.

The rain inviting me outdoors
Its plead to leave the comfort of concepts
Exchanging the warmth of safe indoors
For the dramatic cold of clarity, intercepts.

The rain, cleansing a downpour 
Its relentlessness stripping the walls erected
Around the damaged heart, explores
Upon new possibilities, wider directed.

The rain, beckoning a force
Its puddles upon my feet impress
With childlike laughter, a dance extorts
Revving the spirit, the genuine soul expressed. 


By CarolineCécile
copyright © 02.06.10


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ACCEPTANCE

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

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

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


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A Prisoner's Tale

With everyday i wake
The darkness around me advances,
Swallowing me in its pool of misery
To never liven up again.

With every breath i take
I realise that i'm more alone,
Neglected and rejected for a weakness
That i am not to be blamed.

With every step i take,I feel like a puppet. 
Driven around by invisble strings,
That halts my freedom
To the length of string 
To whom it may concern.

With every tear i shed in pain
My wrath and agony aggravate.
Slashed and whipped through day and night
A sufferer i remain.

With every dawn that comes
My hopes of a future will prevail,
Though a prisoner I am and will remain
My hopes will forever lighten my path.


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Arousing Her: Chicago

At night the city is full of bones
And they
Are very dry

Beneath the trample of urban feet
They are ground

But to live, these dry bones
Must drink words

Sad nervous me, I stammer
Against those arid limbs
Grinding bone-dust songs

Into scattered fragments spun from raging blades

But realizing so many so, I sputter
Thought-hacked soul-flakes, soaring
Crooked in an angry wind. . .

Though stinted, inconsiderable, I say them
Spit them down the papered street
Into a shadow where the dew will stay

And some anonymous day some
Stray seed will grow on them
And suckle upon a speck of misty bone

And though the nights will continue
To align the humps of an un-slaked dune
Something out of this sand will rise

Small, and secretly original

And I will be part of her: 
my bony, blue, and sensual city


Details | Ballad | |

Martyr for the Unorthodox word

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


Details | I do not know? | |

Will Work For Food

I told my kids we'd see it, this movie, they couldn't wait.
We finally saved the money so we started on our 'date'.

They were so very happy to be on there way to see
this show that they'd been saving for even more than me.

Standing by the corner, he came into our view.
He looked so very helpless that I knew what we should do.

I tried to just look past him, to keep my spirits bright.
But, then I looked in the rearview mirror and knew what would be right.

The kids were looking also, they got quiet and so still.
My son's eyes looked so heavy as they simply began to fill.

He said 'Who needs a movie? There's good stuff on t.v.'
That's when I knew my kids would feel the pain of other's just like me.

As we gave this man the money, he looked me in the eye.
He blessed us all and watched us leave without saying goodbye.

His blessing was well worth it, I felt it in my soul.
I saw my kids' compassion shine and I've never felt so whole. 


Details | I do not know? | |

Whore

Comforting self destruction
Ice thawed by blood
Soul torn apart
Heart trampled in the mud
Innocent little life 
Trying to find its way
Child with no father
Cries the day away
Love without reason
Life without hope
See the blooming soul inside
Smell the burning dope
Pain that's been felt
Many times before
All because of one
Skanky little whore


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Chance Happenings

It matters not the direction
When tempting winds may blow,
But be cognizant of this one fact
It's the devil that makes it so.

He'll tempt us with logical persuasion
And in abysmal thought we'll fret.
But worry will not solve one problem
Or take from us, our regret.

For each time we've been so enticed
Satan did so in his own due season.
And while we fail to see or understand
God has allowed these for a reason.


Written for a special friend, Shirlene





Details | I do not know? | |

hand in hand

For you and I to overcome all this,
A neverending uncontolable miserable abiss.
Endless,darkened,no light yet to be seen
We will be victorious in our endeavours,
and get all we dream.

Deserve, we do and suffer as well
Not to be outwitted,
our friendship won't fail
Forever we will be priceless
as our friendship is endless

And in short time all the anguish
will never be the same
Together through life we will remain


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Honoring Sacrifice

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

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

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

I Blame Cupid

Cupids arrows
Must be dipped in poison,
Because I thought hearts were meant to beat,
Not to be broken

In the beginning i was in love
And thought it was all meant to be, 
Just me and him, in harmony.

I was going to walk away, 
But I decided to give him one last try
Then he hit me, with his solomn goodbye.

Cupid, you aren't always right.
The choices you make
Can backfire and turn love into hate.

Its not anything new to me, 
My life has always been filled
With suffering and pain.
But this time its not my fault, 
Cupid's the one to blame.


Details | Lyric | |

I Still Remember

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

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

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

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














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The Snowman

Encased in ice and frozen
So the world could not break through,
The beating of my bitter heart
Soon faint and thoughtless grew,

And from this frigid, frosty state
A life of snow was born,
So followed through my days was I
By my defence's spawn,

This snowman bore down on me,
Soon becoming my excuse
To withdraw from society,
A self-confessed recluse,

Every day I'd see him there and
He would stand in front of me,
A reminder of my shame and
Self-inflicted misery,

Nobody new could I let in
When chances came about,
For the snowman blocked their entrance
And forever shut them out,

So this fashion continued and
The years passed in a haze,
I was convinced this chill would stay
To curse me for all my days.

Then one day I saw the sunlight
Through the bolted window pane;
Suddenly I heard a cracking sound
And I was once more sane.

Gasping, I clasped my icy heart
Which had begun to thaw
And I collapsed, my mind starting to spin
Before emotions rushed to outpour,

Then the snowman's fury caught me
But I had now begun to weep
And the creature howled and fell,
Keeled over into a heap,

So hot tears came running forth
As I let them fall, and knelt
Over my silent snowman
Who gradually began to melt.

On and on I cried until at last
I had no more tears,
So I stood up and waded out of
The pool of all my fears.

As time went by the pool grew smaller
Until the water cleared,
Then my heart was warm as all
The frozen fright had disappeared.

Now my door is always open
To the good times and the bad,
And my heart holds no more frost or snow
For a creature to be clad.


Details | Bio | |

what about me?

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Almost Ready

I feel the tears come as I half close my eyes


A familiar old song plays in the background as my personal 
torment grinds down the old bones of wounds not yet healed


I carry the burden of my actions with 
few or little outlets


My brain is turned to broil, hotter than 
hell and ready to burn


Rest is all I truly crave, I beg anyone of you, 
when will it be my turn


Dark forces are at work tonight, the 
embers burn down low


Time is my enemy, a constant confrontation, it 
moves so bloody slow


As I watch the moon rise over the mountains tonight, 
my angry festering thoughts move to you


My confidant, my only true friend, my partner in crime


I am hurting deeply and I can’t get what I need, 
to stick to you like glue


My outside shell is strong as ever, determined to stand 
strong, resistant to attack, ready to conceal


My inner portion, soft and vulnerable is torn apart, 
bleeding and wounded now, ready to reveal


Details | I do not know? | |

Dear Little Girl

Dear Little Girl,
Why do you cry
When you’re kicked down
Over nonsense?
It’s not your fault
Besides,
A broken bone
Is better than
A broken soul


Details | Rhyme | |

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

‘0 LITTLE WHITE TABLET’

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

This poem refers to prescribed drugs


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A living hell My Agoraphobia

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

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


Details | Narrative | |

And Then

And Then…

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

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

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

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


Details | Epic | |

We Lost More Than a Dad

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost half of how we came to be
We lost we four girls first love
We lost our Best Friend

We lost more than just a Dad that day
Our Mom lost her Soul Mate, Her other half 
Our children lost their Papaw
We lost our family’s foundation 
We lost the glue that held us together

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost the Strongest man we ever knew 
We lost the man we looked up too
We lost we four girls Teacher of many things

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We four girls lost our Hero
We lost some of our Light
We lost part of our Heart
We lost part of our Soul

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost some of our Courage
We lost some of our Strength
We lost some of our will to fight back
We lost some of our will to carry on
We four girls lost more than a Dad
We lost more than just a Dad that day


Details | Alliteration | |

Bullying

Bullying

Berty Beaver, he was quiet
He never said too much
Yet Molly, Berty’s little wife
She mouthed off just a touch
She’d always threw her weight around
And poor old Tiny Tim
 He got a slap most every day
And times his days felt grim

Molly, well she was his mum
And though she loved him so
She always had to nag someone
And give them a cuff or blow
Tim became a poor young man
And shrunk from every one
And as the bully’s hung around
More evil did get done

His mum she says ‘now that’s not on
They don’t do this to my son!’
And she goes running to the school
Oh, she’s an angry one
She glares the teacher up and down
And lets her know who’s boss
Teachers try hard to placate her
Though, they only suffer loss.

Then Tiny Tim, comes running in
And says right to his mum
[Frustration snatching fear away
No more his mouth hangs numb]
‘Look Mum, at what you always do!!!’
He says with voice stern
‘If you’re a bully too, then how
Will us kids ever learn.

28 June 2013 @ 1727hrs.


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CHANGE

!! Attitude Change !!

A brand new day, fresh like blooming flowers
Taking the edge from the words you spray

Today I will praise knowing every day I learn to crawl first,
Watch you trip all over yourself when my foot is out.
I'll take the books you read, and scrape your eyes from all judgement 
Like catnip, you can sit under my cat paw like a pigeon with broken wings

I will close my eyes, and use you like a walking cane,
See it to believe it, like burning rain

Cover you with a blanket, and teach you how to count change
Clear my mind from all opinions, shut you out from improper thoughts.

Water the oak sides and do break off any unneeded branch from your tree
Cut you like a flower, and show you how it is to stand out

Pledge the world clean, and show you the dirt falling from your face
Keep you in the shadows where you can't escape my flames
Enjoy the whispers, of my taunts that stain your dreams
In with the new, get rid of the old.  ( ATTITUDE !)

.....


Details | Verse | |

My Words

Sometimes my poetry is just a case of words, 
and not necessarily my reality;                                     
and that’s what is so beautiful about writing

You can be who you want to be on any level 
and tell secrets about fantasies that may never be;  
or take trips to other dimensions on mental journeys,                                                                        or places that some don’t even think exist

They mimic thoughts that manifest themselves as poetry 
and rest on pages patiently waiting to adhere
My words are a reflection of my heart 
and they reveal the truth behind my mask of fear
they deliver reality doses  whether they are just cases, 
or me in the absolute right here

My words exude positive intentions; 
my imperfections apparent but I accepted rejections 
and reversed dejection  
and decided to bare all my fantasies, my flaws my very soul 
and temptations

Uncertain how voiced verses appeal to outside sources but internally they set me free
They provide a medium of light and creativity
A chance to apply knowledge and a time for reflecting on and making changes in my frequency
My words are attached to my soul and its overwhelming ability to just be
They reflect what I was before         
the choices I’ve made and the reasons that this life is perfect 
according to divine order

They represent the voices of my ancestors from the beginning of time 
because up until now, 
the ending wasn’t within reach so I make sure that I
carefully choose the format and the right place and time 
to deliver the message that may be blatant or hidden inside – 
of the abstract placements of verbs
giving praise to the source of power that calmly submits to the voice 
connected to my words
I am the originator of my own words
I hope that you are inspired, or simply entertained
by the process by which I've placed my words


Details | Couplet | |

A Prayer for my Wife

                           A Prayer for my Wife


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Generic Oppression Poem

Oppressed by you, your state, your religion
So you think you good, kind and Superior
But I find you  cruel, arrogant and callous
But that is just in my view, what do I know?

You control the language that describes pain
But there is no for me in its grid, or how I feel
My soul is ripped from my body and bound,
On to your machines on which I slave and toil.

You say it has to be this way, no room for doubt
Master and slave, it is only a matter of degrees
But it is my kind that is always tied to the rack
While you sip vintage wine in the lap of luxury.

Everything has its time and its place, yours is over
End is near, for you and everything you hold dear
Everything carries with it the root of its own destruction
And I will rejoice now that your has very nearly come.


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Overcoming Struggle

Overlook a lifetime past
Remember how it did not last
Life changes quickly before your eyes.
This so called reality surrounded by lies.
A sad thought it may seem
I do not want to open  my eyes to another dream.
Real reality set in.
Lets look forward and begin
I am in this game of life to win.
I will not give up and lose.
I will stand tall
even though I am battered and bruised.


Details | Verse | |

Mind and Sound

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




Details | Concrete | |

A Written Soldiers Fight

A supreme soldier walks truly alone in the depths of night
he is soft spoken from a life of being so hard that he was stoned until his eyes filled red bloodshot in his sight
he notices what he once thought to be? Was wrong and very far from right
So he asks God for forgiveness from his very own darkness that it may to like his Redemption be shone upon his lost light
He knows its no longer about the bullets in this battle for it is the words in his very own Mind that will matter most in this life among death upon a written soldier's fight.....


Details | Lyric | |

Solipsist

Let the Deicide commence.

You're a voyeur at best!
Your vampiric heart is beating out of your chest!
And you have slayed the ones whom would love you for anything less
Ready to consume the final fragments of innocence,
And for you there is no forgiveness,
On your knees pleading, screaming to a tyrant in the skies;
The father of lies.

I will never be enslaved in your superiority
The people agree: jaded of your false dichotomies.
Know: I will be whomever nature intends to be
Apollo and I will share our dreams,
and you will be forced to see
your failure!

I know who you are...
Readily the first to present your scars
Chained by some despot or mental czar
An emotional homunculus in your mind, behind bars
Reluctant to escape - even when proven fake
Your demented mind - depths no one will penetrate!
 
...And you see me suffering
Not caring of any casualties
Just as long you recieve your safeguard of sympathy
So very wary of the masses and their Anarchy; Liberious ways

Solipsist - Is there no one you can see?
Even if she was presented burning?
Solipsist - Is there no one you can believe?
Even if Sophia was screaming?
Solipsist - Know you have killed and abused me
Imprisoned in your own  personal reality 




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Reflections: Midlife Crisis

P     aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face,
A     cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race,
N     othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace,
I      nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase,
C     hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace
!!


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Wake from Anxiety

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


Details | Ballad | |

My Cousin Alf

Written by my Cousin Susan Northwood who thinks she cannot write. She wrote this poem for me. pleaser let her know that she can write very well, she is also an excellent artist. By the way, I am back from my holiday, and glad to be back with you all.





My cousin  Alf.

Whilst searching on the net one day
A name jumped out on me
Peter Duggan, as he is known
My cousin, that he be.
A crazy man, a writer too
Speaks his mind, I kid not you
He loves to argue, and debate
Gossip, and trivia, he does so hate.

He wrote me emails, all the time
And many poems in rhythm, and rhyme
His words were calming, made sense to me
Helped my fears,and anxieties.
Life for him had not been kind
Bullied, beaten, and a troubled mind
But here he was, helping me
With all my anger, that He could see

As time did pass, my life got better
Thanks to him, and all his letters
Back and forth, we wrote like mad
Happy laughing, and sometimes sad.
Now here in Oz, I've come to see
My cousin, and his family
Yes he's just how I imagined
Loves all life, and writes with passion.

He argues, talks, and often shouts
Sings, and laughs, but what about?
Yes, he's blunt, and can be rude
He'll shock you too, if you're a prude
But underneath his suit of armour
There stands a man, who's met his karma
All he wants is peace in in life
No more trouble. fights and strife.

There's many souls who cannot cope
With this loud, outspoken bloke
But I know where this man is from
He says it in his words and songs.
So for me he is not Peter
Or Billy, John or Ralph
He simply is my cousin 
Also known as Alf.

Written by Susan Northwood, for Peter Duggan.


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REMEMBER ME

When you don't know how many tomorrows you'll have, 
You tend to focus in the immediacy of today;
A homeless child just trying to survive.
Rummaging through dump rubbish every day.

Another afternoon in this hellish forsaken place, 
Ankle deep in garbage scavenging a dinner plan;
Feeling particularly weak and sick on my stomach, 
When a large group pulled up in two white vans.

The slide doors of these vans opened fast, 
And well dressed people jumped out in a hurry;
Honestly, I was glad that I wasn't too close, 
They were strangely awkward, I was worried.

The group spoke a different language, 
I think they were from The United States;
Most of them were snapping pictures, 
Which is something I do not appreciate.

They were drinking cold bottles of water, 
What I'd give just to have a taste;
I'd be happy with a half empty hot bottle, 
In this sewage minefield of trash and waste.

One of the strangers seemed different, 
There was something about his eyes;
He seemed to look right into my soul, 
As I stood there swatting away flies.

It's hard to describe what I was feeling, 
Although little time had actually passed;
There on that filthy hill I felt a bonding, 
I remember wanting this moment to last.

On his face I saw sadness and passion, 
He could tell I was a boy totally broken;
Existing day to day on this stench heap,
We were talking but no words were spoken.

Then someone in the group said something, 
And the group quickly boarded up to go;
Except for the one locked in on me, 
From the vans they shouted "Come on, Joe!"

He ran to the van.. and grabbed something, 
Then with sensed urgency he rushed over to me;
The kind stranger delivered two ice cold waters, 
His contagious smile was large and friendly.

As he turned to go I tapped him on his shoulder, 
He swung around I was shocked to see tears;
I felt a simple pure love from this angel,
Who from out of nowhere suddenly appears.

Walking back to the van he turned and waved, 
I took a long drink to salute.. no longer thirsty;
The rest of my life this moment sealed in time, 
For him as well, I think Joe will always remember me!

For Brian's "Small Gifts" Contest
*He gave more than a Drink.. He gave Dignity! 

Narrative Poem 
From the city dump in Puarta Plata, Dominican Republic


Details | Ballad | |

When the Lavender Returns

As cold as ice
Wrapped round your brain
And darkness unfolds
You’re breathing in pain

It’s been freezing here   
In this Land of Shattered Dreams 
It’s been freezing here 
This corrupted winter stings 

It’s been freezing here  		
(Où est la Lavande?)
Your body can’t stay warm  	
(Où est la Lavande?)
 It’s been freezing here  		
(Où est la Lavande?)
This cruel and criminal storm  	
(Où est la Lavande?)

But don’t give up
Don’t despair
Taste the hope 
Floating through the air

When the lavender returns
It’ll warm your frozen bones
Vivid violet clothes
In their candy overtones

When the lavender returns
It’ll race across the land
Rebel flower grows
In the palm of your free hand

If you look out your window
The ground’s parched and bare
If you call for your lover
She’s no longer there
If you ponder your life
Well, it feels like a wreck
And your failures are scars
You can never forget

As leaves turn brown
Sky fades to grey
You’re feeling the drought
The end of the day

It’s been lonely here
In this World of Fallen Souls
It’s been lonely here
With nowhere left to go

But don’t give up
Don’t despair
Taste the hope 
Floating through the air 

When the lavender returns
It’ll warm your frozen bones
Vivid violet clothes
In their candy overtones 

When the lavender returns   	
(Où est la Lavande?)
It’ll race across the land 	         
(Où est la Lavande?)
Rebel flower grows  			
(Où est la Lavande?)
In the palm of your free hand   	
(Où est la Lavande?)

When the lavender returns    	
(Où est la Lavande?)
It’ll warm your frozen bones   	
(Où est la Lavande?)
Vivid violet clothes  			 
(Où est la Lavande?)
In their candy overtones  		 
(Où est la Lavande?)


Details | Free verse | |

The Righteousness Of Love

Love is a wonder shared by one another it's the only reason I'm not six feet under Love in which I believe in a will to sustain I give back to life, now in dormant states of pain The power of Love may not alone be enough locked inside my dreams escape only from above higher than any human being has ever gone before I must have evolved rise above hate, great once more My Father taught me wisdom I am imprisoned no longer now an beast not of burden I am no lion, I am stronger on my shoulder sits twin dragons long awaiting the day evil forces come forth to take what Love is left, away A Hero of Love light are what the world needs angels, not demons exist where ever you believe follow your heart's direction and you shall achieve objects of affection rid of materialistic greed My bright energy has awakened to a fire never consuming the source as the flames just grow higher that is the desire of a product we call Love Fear, the counterpart what I was once made of I am slowly learning how to win when my peace is harder to sharpen so I have given my pen leave the sword has its uses I must say I believe to vanquish the evil in the minds too diseased to serve any purpose except their own selfish ones tomorrow a new day in the clarity of the sun where we two are now one and one done now does bring about a great change lit by the righteousness of Love.


Details | Ballade | |

Success

Success

The other day I saw a man
He was an old, old man
He had this sparkle on his face
And a wondrous smile that ran
Right from his mouth up to his ears
He was a happy guy
And yet he had no home, no car
And soon in death he’ll lie.

I saw a man on the Television
His face all misery
He was a man who had so much
Such an important man he be
And yet his face was deathly grey
All life was drained from it
It seems that all his cobwebbed money
Has not helped him a bit.

I let you see the contrast here
So all you folk who hope
One day to be someone of means
I hope they will take note
Though money has a lot of value
It does not bring success
Cause in the end success must mean
A life of happiness.

1 September 2013 @ 0642hrs.





Details | Rhyme | |

Black and White

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

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

So let us go our own way…

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

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

So let us prepare for that day…

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

The Pencil Sharpener

I, the sleeper and dreamer
Wish for your end
Is it wrong, blasphemer?
Should I break, should you bend?

I sharpen your demise on a pencil sharpener
Peeling you away….reaching your core of lead
Should I break or should you bend?
Or can’t I just wish for my end?

There’s knives protruding from your eyes
The eyes I know are dead
The blasphemer you are will reveal where your body lies
Beneath your core of lead

I found you among the disposables
Wishing for my end
I blasphemed you and you just gave back
My pencils burning with lead

I screamed as you pierced through me
I felt it in my soul!
But I’m to blame for this masterpiece
I sharpened you with gold!

The shavings fall upon the ground
And still this dream moves on
Pierced, I fall without a sound
Until the break of dawn

I, the sleeper and dreamer 
Am still pierced to this day
So I hand the pencil sharpener to you
And pray you’ll be with me 


Details | Narrative | |

The Final Confessions II

These were my confessions
(A message to God)
The light begins to fade
(It’s time to go)
Back into the shadows
(That hard black fog)
Where darkness has its way
(God rest your soul)

Nothing left to tell you
(It’s all been said)
No more songs to write
(This silent Fall)
Nothing left to offer 
(The well’s been bled)
From a shadow’s waning life
(Who lost it all)

Take my words and hold them
(Don’t be afraid)
Place them near your heart
(And heal your pain)
Shadow words will kiss you
(And heal your pain)
When your world turns dark
(Don’t’ be afraid)

And I kiss you
Kiss you
I kiss you in the dark……..


Details | Rhyme | |

The Bully Part 1

The Bully

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

I’m lucky I’ve learnt to live again.







Details | Rhyme | |

WHY

WHY


 Why you did, what you did, I will never know,

Why you put me through so much pain and hurt me so,

You obviously had your reasons,

but then I didn't know what they were,

Now since I found out,

the pain has been even harder to bear,

You sold me down the river,

knowing I couldn't even swim,

Only you and I know,

you committed the cardinal sin,

You broke me, you destroyed me,

my spirit and my soul,

How was I ever going to fight back,

to reach the unreachable goal?,

But just like Humpty Dumpty, who had a great fall,

I had to learn all over again to walk tall,

I found a handful of people, to help put me back together again.

to help wipe out the misery, the suffering, the pain,

So I could get on with my life and start living again.

 					
	                                        


Details | Ballad | |

Im Gone

Life as a lonely lost poet bred from dark cracks 
Lost soul living plain and simple among the people black and white 
Drug along with alcoholic among us distracts 
Lost values and principles around one many continue to lack 
Everyday simple facts, its like breathing through plastic sacks 
Slowly suffercating until the brain goes wack 
Once death comes my way I must keep it part of my past 
Aint no way God going to bring my little brother back 
I guess its a curse upon all those of us living like outlaw of an outcast 
How the **** will I ever truly outlast until I heal and break out my cast 
God cant you see Im tired of wearing this permanent mask 
I know my poetry has hidden answers if I look and read closer so I shouldnt have to ask
 Staying lost is a choice in the open road with no gas 
So as a lost poet through hardships now and in the future I will outgrow it 
The devil trying to get my soul and behold it 
but I know only this one man controls it 
Its too priceless for even my own greed to have sold it 
So as a lost poet I will climber higher than high if not then right below it 
Found in a world of lies with few truths as but another lost poet


Details | Haiku | |

The Internet

Oh the internet
A battle ground for morons
Will we ever learn?


Details | Ballad | |

The Miracle

Lift the wailing wood
Hammer the tortured nails
Place the ghostly steps
Below the battered rails

Invite those crazy strangers
Dressed in stranger clothes
Join the mighty miracle 
Ready to unfold

Building a stairway 
In the desert
Aimed toward the pure and honest sky
Building a stairway
In the desert
Going to rise for miles
And miles 

Leave this evil town
Where scorpions share your bed
Guilty snakes make a home
Deep inside your head

The bleeding sun
Burns your feet
Hangmen joke
Beggars weep

Buried bodies
Cry for help
Undertakers
Steal your wealth

Building a stairway 
In the desert
Aimed toward the pure and honest sky
Building a stairway
In the desert
Going to rise for miles
And miles 

We’re laughing and      					
We’re dancing				 	
In the desert				
Dancing in the desert			
Of our lives				

Can’t you see?
We’re dancing in the desert
Dancing in the desert 
Of our lives

Feel so free				
Dancing in the desert				
Dancing in the desert 			 		
Of our lives				

Free….so free
In the desert
Dancing in the desert
Of our lives

Lift the wailing wood
Hammer the tortured nails


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: V

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


Details | Free verse | |

THIS WHOLE SEX THING


FORGIVE ME THAT I HAVEN'T BEEN THROUGH THIS WHOLE SEX THING,
DON'T KNOW OF THESE ORGIES OR  THE BACUS PARTIES,
DON'T KNOW OF SOME OTHER WOMAN'S CURVES,
OF SOME OTHER SCENT, EITHER STRONG OR WEAK,
DON'T KNOW OF THE WETNESS OF SOME OTHER VAGINA,
NOT ABOUT TWO MEN IN ME,
MORE THAN A SINGLE PENIS TOUCHING MY FEELINGS.
NO, UNFORTUNATELY I DIDN'T HAVE THESE PLEASURES
FROM THE HOOKERS,
WHIPS, ECSTASY,THREESOMES, SWING.
SORRY, I DON'T KNOW THESE BEDS,
WASN'T LUCKY ENOUGHT TO HAVE THAT KIND OF COURAGE.
NEVER GOT BEAT UP WITH A BELT,
NEVER HUNG ON THE CEILING,
NEVER STUFFED ME WITH DRUGS,
NEVER SAW UNREALISTIC IMAGES
NOR SAID ABUSIVE WORDS
WHILE THEY CALLED ME WHORE
OR WHILE THEY SPANKED ME
IN SEARCH OF A MASOQUIST PLEASURE.
POOR ME, NEVER BROKE THE TABOOS
CUMMING IN SOMEONE I BARELY KNOW,
NEVER TASTED DOZENS OF DIFFERENT NUDES,
RAGGED TIMES TEN INSIDE OUT
FOR BEING DRENCHED IN DIFFERENT SPERMS,
HAVING COUPLES BETWEEN MY LEGS
THAT I DON'T EVEN KNOW THE NAMES,
WHERE THEY LIVE, WHAT THEY WEAR OR WHAT THEY EAT.
NEVER PIERCED ME WITH PINS
THEY HAVE NEVER MADE ME A TOY.
NEVER TASTED AN ORGASM
WITH  PUBLIC WATCHING,
NEVER ENDED WITH APPLAUSE,
NEVER TRIPPED ON EXHAUSTED MEN
LYING ON MY LIVING ROOM RUG,
DRUNK FROM ALCOHOL
BURNING FROM ALL THEIR HOLES...

I HAVE JUST WHISPERED " I LOVE YOU" ,
ABSORBED ONE MANS JOY,
DROVE MY NAILS IN JUST ONE BODY,
RIPPED  A FEW SHIRTS,
ANSWERED TO JUST AN UNIQUE TOUCH.
I HAVE ONLY MEMORIZED HIS SIGNALS,
HIS SCARS
AND I HAVE ONLY KNOWN HIS CARNIVALS,
HIS FAULTS,
HIS MOANS AND HIS MANY GROANS.
WHAT A SHAME THAT I HAVE BEEN A GEISHA
FOR ONLY ONE MANS DESIRE
AND ONE IRRESISTIBLE "LET ME...".
BACK, SIDE, FRONT
ABOVE, BELOW, IN BETWEEN
I HAVE BEEN WHAT HE WANTED ME TO BE;
DAME, PROSTITUTE, ANIMAL, HUMAN
LADY, CRETIN, FATAL AND SWEET
BUT ALWAYS HIS,
NAKED ONLY IN FRONT OF HIM...

BUT NOW, WHAT WILL WE DO?
I STILL CAN LEARN ABOUT SEX
BUT WHO COULD TEACH HIM  LOVE?

PATRICIA EVANS


Details | Ballad | |

Antigone

I am the face of misery
My life, a dissonance of autumn and spring,
The years are written in the same
Lugubrious, nostalgic grey
How can it be the author to blame?
I cannot scream this all away…
Burn nor Bleed this all away…
To Death I am Ordained

Lacuna ever growing
With Velvet sheets of life flowing
Aeons apart of my "royalty"
Under the mask the cannot see...
Can you dispel this tragedy:
Antigone - Epiphany failing

If it must be…
Then just kill me,
(Antigone) sing me out of reality;
I wear this dissonant crown of shame
(Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain
I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane
(Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame
The sordid child of Thebes,
This is me,
Antigone

No words of hope
No words of hate
Do I have Lenore to send to me:
The sordid child of Thebes
Caught In the longest nightmare
life - the slowest way to die

I know this is my life 
But I'm not under control
under the mask the will see
Just Another Human

If it must be…
Then just kill me,
(Antigone) sing me out of reality;
I wear this dissonant crown of shame
(Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain
I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane
(Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame
The sordid child of Thebes,
This is me,
Antigone

If it must be…
Then just kill me,
(Antigone) sing me out of reality;
I wear this dissonant crown of shame
(Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain
I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane
(Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame
The sordid child of Thebes,
This is me,
Antigone

Can you dispel my life; this tragedy?
Can you control the storm in my mind?
I'm asking you: can you rid me
Of The Curse of Antigone?


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

IT'S NOT OVER UNTIL IT'S OVER

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

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

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

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

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

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


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OUR GOD IS ABLE

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

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

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

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

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





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Blank Page

Too long have I been staring at this cruel blank page before me, My crazed, hysteric mind screaming and imploring I know there is a message that's dying to come out— I need to fill this confounded page without the slightest doubt! It's a simple predicament to manipulate, Into a mass of thought A futile attempt to insinuate, Weak hints are left with naught I sit here in silent desperation, What can fill this page? I slap myself in indignation, My eagerness becoming rage! Like roaches sporadically running from light My thoughts are but a haze The words I write just don't seem right, On this cruel blank page!


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Dripping Pages

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Duck Side Story

You have your North side ducks, 
And you have your south side ducks.
Neither the twain shall meet.
For each one had his nose in the air. 
They simply would not do the greet.

So as it happens they would dance with flair in the middle of the pond.
Always trying to out do the other side…Yes, let’s call it ‘Stomp The Pond’
Wings in motion lifting them up, to stomp the waters with their feet
Acrobatics and splashing around… Man it looked so neat.

So Stella, one of the South Side Ducks fell in love with her North side Pete.
But she couldn’t cross the middle of the pond, with so much action in the way.
Fussing, blustering, and carryings on were the name of the day.

But you know, there’s always one strange duck, and that’s the one who built a bridge.
Now all the others could come across or watch the stomp from the middle of the id.
My moral, I say to you young ones… is as appealing as stomping can be…
The world works better when brought together… 
By the builders of a bridge.


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The Key Holder

Open
A gate, a key
To greater turmoil
Overture to greater beauty
Unspoiled.

Fear not
Discovery
When your eyes look upon
Rough trail, hiding territory
Beyond.

Count not,
Walk regardless
Of the pros and the cons
Dreams are in the making, unless
You doubt.

Seek Ye
That gate, that key
That you may come to know
Treasure untold; that ye the key
Do hold.
 
By CarolineCécile
Copyright © 04.07.11


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A Selfish Prayer

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Questioning Life

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


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Haikus About God: III

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


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Fear and emptiness

I read a poem about fear and emptiness this morning, and it made me write this poem. I hope it is of some help to someone, I speak about neurotic fears, not real ones.....Peter



Fear, and emptiness

Have you looked into your emptiness?
Have you looked into your fear?
Have felt those crazy demons 
As you feel them coming near?
Do you feel the wind of panic?
As they just keep pouring in
And the mind goes round in circles
Creating such a din.

Do you turn away and run?
Turn your back on them?
As the paranoid takes over
And you feel its awful pain
Well they are nothing really
Merely thoughts, and this be all
They have no real existence
They’re like shadows on the wall.

Next time these fears come calling
And they crash into your mind
Look at them right in the eye
Don’t fight them, just be kind
Then turn all your attention
To your body, or your breath
This will make your mind go calm
Your fear it will have left

And if the fear comes back again
Each time just do the same
Eventually it will stay away
You will have won the game
Then peace will come to stay with you
And such sweet harmony
Will make your life a heaven
All loose and fancy free.

21 April 2014 @ 1503hrs.





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Let's Get Lost

She was a 10 years old
When her life was sold
He hurt her in ways unimaginable
He may have not have been her father
But he was her brothers
He told the 10 year old to get in the bed
Or something would happen to her 1 month brother
The bed was cold
The springs were rusted
Her heart was always filled with love and care
But after that night
She wouldn't dare share
The 10 year old went to school the next day
Without anything to say
Her friends found out
And shunned her out
She told an      
The police were called
She was taken from her mother
Who at that time wouldn't believe her
She stayed at a family members house
A couple days went by
Then she was returned home
The bad guy was found
She still has nightmares to this day
And she has this to say:
"I'm sorry for doing what I knew was wrong
All I wanted was for my brother to be safe."


This is a true story, It's MY story. I hope that all you readers unerstand that I still blame 
myself for what happened that night. I DON'T want your sympathy, I just need friends who 
actually care. Thank You For Reading Let's Get Lost. . . . . .


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Draconian II

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

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

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

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


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Well Said My Poetically Challenged Friend

Well said, my poetically challenged friend... 

Your insight is deep and telling of your sage, 
Even if I can not understand your poetic wage, 

Tell us more of your triumphs and travels, 
And don't leave out the blotter and gavels, 

For it is your frailty which entices, 
The calling of the soul, 
And unlocking of the mind... 

For when we read of your glorious battle, 
And become the fodder of which you prattle, 

Remember that these are the days, 
We relished the great dreams you gave, 

Soon you will be left to your own devices, 
Karma so apropos, 
Balancing over time... 

Then with great pride I will be able to say, 
That I once met a poet untamed,

A free verse poet like you who has belched, 
With nonconforming musings, true and heartfelt, 

Oh what great cost the poets price is, 
Always watching yet always alone, 
All to capture truth sublime, 

Again well said, my poetically challenged friend!


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How my life was transformed

I’m going to tell a story now of a man who having served his time in a war torn country, but due to a very sensitive nature suffered from what they like to call ‘Post traumatic stress disorder’, he was like this for many, many years, with all the symptoms of anger, paranoid, fear and anxiety, and was impossible to live with. He had studied everything from self help gurus, to spiritual teachers to conventional counselling {that man was I} but nothing helped, I just got worse and worse, which ended up in me leaving home, and in the process throwing away every thing I had ever built up, that was half way decent. After a year I went back home, my tail between my legs, to try over. But no, I was still impossible to live with, and there was never any real peace with me around. I had tried every kind of meditation, self hypnosis, positive thinking, and nothing worked. The writing did help me quite a bit, but it was never enough.

Then one day I discovered on the net an American gentleman, named John Sherman. I went on his site, at no cost whatsoever And I heard what he said, when he told me one simple thing to do. He told me to go behind my thoughts and just look at me
The me that is there behind all the thoughts and emotions when everything is gone; The me one speaks about when he or she points to themselves and says ‘me‘. Now this seemed so simplistic to me, and I kind of scoffed at it, but I tried it anyway, because I was rather desperate to bring about some changes, and I had tried everything else. it was so easy for me, and I started to do it whenever it came to me to do so. This was four years ago now, and I have practiced what he said religiously.


Now, four years later I am a different being, the anger is gone, the misery is non existent, My fear of death is all but gone, and I feel like life is one big wonderful dance. If anyone has troubles of this kind and cannot lead a peaceful life… go to 
‘www.justonelook.org’ And let John and his wife Carla help you, there are no conditions no religion and definitely no payments to be made. Just felt I had to tell someone about the Sherman’s, because of what happened to me     Peter.


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Elysium Dream of Love

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


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Flow

The river cried-- oh what stones have i carried. All must resolve, all must dissolve, none of my sands may vary.

Have no fear, your waters are clear. Resilience is found in your currents. Let no stones dam your flow. I am the lake. I am your rest , i am the beauty beyond your mistakes.


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Haikus About God: IV

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


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In my corrupt stead

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

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

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

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

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


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The Never Ending Battle

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JS Lambert



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Forgive For Time Heals All Wounds

I shall layeth down my cloak of redemption

 it shall cleaneth you of all manner of compensation

for just as my temperament doth squabble feebly with the present foibles of my most difficult current hostilities

 time sweet majestic unwavering time

doth reconcile in me

 an assurance of tranquility shall invade my troubled waters and calm the turbulent seas to but a ripple

 as if transposed to a lake

where the sun doth shine from the heavens 

and prosperity will live in my house 

once more


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Haikus About God: VI

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


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One Wish

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

CSEastman


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Silence

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


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Inevitable Bear

Oh lonely Inevitable Bear,
Padding claws, death in white
Sorrow in recurring nightmare
Instinct’s test; fight or flight?

Camouflage against the fence,
A challenge; my subconscious fear
Ominous slowly moving silence,
“Let me in, there’s a bear out here!”


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Living Without

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


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Master Slave

Live as others see,                                                                                                  
just what it is we do
Uncomplicated so to speak,
Superficial surface, simple rules
unfolding actions
Genuflecting before the holy altar
Or living the life provided
But there is the backgrounder
The arbiter, arbitrator of who we are
Giving opinions, comments
On every lasting moment
Final liable depending on circumstances
That we don’t necessarily agree to see
Directs us to those actions
might puzzle even on lookers
The final ruler, the master slave
Who lives deep down, lives so far down
No one knows from country which
Only guess at his (hers) presence
Involved in more, much more 
Then you would ever guess
Smoke reveals flame, spring needs rain
The presence shapes the flowing current
And talks tales to the tiller,
A stronger voice when seas’ in turmoil
Surprisingly directed seemingly                                                                        
unthoughtful  actions
To those who stand and stare
Surprising mostly to ourselves
Unfamiliar with the master slave
Who lives so far below.


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Gone Was The Night

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Pricked

Your  love pricks me like a rose each thorn grows but no one knows Your so full of 
it as it shows so carry on now go on, go. I'm fed up with the phony and  i'm 
through with the tears, you couldn't pay me all your money to make up for those 
years. Someone help me I feel faint how could I think he was such a saint and 
worst of all I let me fall into a spiral down below. A magic called love carried 
by the dove of someone I use to know.


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A VICTORY FOR A VISIONARY

Joseph the son of Jacob and Rachel by his own brothers he was betrayed
a young man with a gift of dreams whom they threw in a pit and wanted to slay
they were jealous of their father's affection for him and his gift from God
they couldn't understand the nature of his calling nor the compassion he had in his heart

not many people get it when they meet a person who possesses a godly perception
many are somewhat envious while other tend to take an exception
but to be a dreamer to be anointed with that special gift 
with the ability to help others spirits to be lift
to dream during the good times as well as the bad
to dream no matter the situation be you happy or sad
to dream as an encouragement to others even when you're down and low
to dream to let that gift from God in you continue to flow

most dreamers are visionaries who have experienced some sadness in life
most dreamers are able to see beyond humanity and into the heart of Christ
and even when they've been cast down they will lift their eyes to the hills
and no matter the circumstances they know to trust in the Lord God's will

a victory for a visionary, a victory from God's righteous plans
the providential mercy and grace which come from His omnipotent hands
from the pit to the palace, from the ravine to righteousness
Joseph sought no revenge nor displayed any bitterness
Joseph had an opportunity to ruin his brothers but he understood his role
he was a gifted dreamer entrusted with a godly perception entrenched in his soul

so no matter what folks put you through God can turn the tide
for vengeance is the Lord's so put your grievances to the side
Joseph forgave his brothers' betrayal and he lived to tell the tale
and despite all the hardships he suffered his life turned out quite well

so if you find yourself in a pit situation or you're feeling pitiful about your life
know there's a victory for a visionary if you follow the teachings of Christ


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If I should die right now

If I should die right now

If I should die right now
I wouldn’t even stir
As death would take me by the hand
And make the mind a blur
All that is and ever was
Is in this moment ‘now’
Oh, what have I to grieve about
The force will live somehow.

When lost within this now
There’s nothing can be wrong
No matter what the circumstance
I’m me, And I belong
To everything and anything
There’s naught to fade away
Though I know not how to speak of this
I know not what to say.

If I should die right now
The mind would fill with fear
But somewhere there’s a truth in me
That makes it all so clear
Immortal is the core of me
I know it always will be
The one that cannot ever fade
I am this one 
I am me.


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I

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


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Tomorrow is Ours



Tomorrow is Ours.


Suffocating beneath the weight of historical fear,
asphyxiated by the legacy of traumatised yesteryear,

the festering wounds of enslavement still remain,
juggling euphemisms in a crisp sound-bitten refrain,

spewing out neo-liberal economic charades,
doling out charity in strips of plastic band-aids,

but,

tomorrow shall be ours,

casting away subservient mind-sets that shackle,
no longer the weakened prey of the insatiable jackal,

tomorrow shall be ours,

we shall reclaim our plundered mindspaces,
we shall shed our chains, leaving behind the traces,

of past injustice, of the hurt and pain of our ancestors' sorrows,

we are here, now, alive with hope,


we shall rightfully claim our own tomorrows.





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Offended

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

Gratefulness

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


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

I dont have a pen

Illumination from the entrance
Make it vivid that Jefferson is ‘crazy’
Scripts splatter on the bare floor
Engulf with writings from the mind
Dramatizing the lines with emotions
Aghast! I stand watching the Jefferson
Displaying competency in a dramatics loom
Madness of characterization of the lines make the
Poems visible from his drama the dance steps 
in resonance with the utterances as he maneuvers moves stealthily
is Jefferson crazy?
Before I could write the last line
Suddenly, he falls and breathes endlessly
He lay like a tired butterfly…
Have you seen one before?
‘I don’t have a pen’ he recounts
‘I don’t have a pen ‘ he utters breathing heavily
I don’t have a pen too I respond
I was just writing from my mind
On the table I see the line
‘I don’t have a pen’.


Details | Rhyme | |

Voice In A Restless Night

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

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

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

Go to sleep, My love.


Details | Blank verse | |

Goodbye for Now

large yellow diesel machines coughed
coughed thick black smoke, caught their breath
struggled convulsively and after a series of loud farts
assorted groans and mechanical creaks                                                       
lumbered like broken old men waiting to pee.
Oh, they worked that day, from sun up                                                                            till the orange red sky was upon them
shivering in the cold dark desert sand                                                  
parked together like defenseless tadpoles, 
shaking and quivering in the damp night air,                                            
their job done for another day.
Building what, sand ramps, that's what.                                                   
From nowhere to nowhere!
another notch in the creative history                                                        
duly recorded for potentates from the east
who understand & see cows in the sky                                                         
or not so pretty women with tight green skirts
whores, dirty mattresses and rats                                                                  
who love the companionship                                           
of pencil pushing addicts alcoholics                                                          
and assorted beasts of the mind                                                         
Squalor is the key here
rub your nose in crap is the meaning of their sage advice
promulgated by the ass kissing majority                                                   
who worship at the altar of mendacity
after all, they were at M.I.T. and were bored.                                                
Who gives a shtt! Publish, it must mean something                                      
If it doesn' they were the first to do it!                                                       
Eat flesh and die. Filthy flesh at that,
hardly fine dining, but that's another story.
Goodbye for now.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

A Homeless Man Named Sam- Part 3

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Keep My Son Safe Tonight

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


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Grandad's Missing

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

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

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Nothing More Or Less

Millions of lives and souls untold
And to account it all
Words, lines, films
Imagination trims
A sliver of soft, scarlet ribbon
Hollywood rounds
Quills deliver
Writers flare with passion so strong
Filling minds with fantasies, reveries, histories
Tragedies
We consume it all like freshly baked bread
We feed until we are engorged and fed
A viral, universal mess
Ideas and unmade memories
Nothing more or less

My eyes remain glued to the screen
Living it all out
Tears dare to flow—to doubt
I should have thought of that
Can I truly let myself believe,
Someone else lived that!
Pound away your directors, script-writers, fighters
For miles and miles of stories remain unread
While the unknown remain in the grounds of humble malnourishment
Dead
Careers for the mind with a twist of the fable
Left us savage for the meal and the crumbs under the table
I can never let the raw truth rest
Naked, bare and empty—soothed
Nothing more or less

I cringed for originality 
Observed the world through the unedited scripts
The very act, the poetry pact
The wild animal drooling in the back
I was slapped in the face by my boss who had cracked
As the reviews bloated less and less
They wanted something awful, something flaw-ful—something new
And this empty brain in agony—HISSED 
I have lived in no epic battle of account
Of the collateral sufferings of my brothers
The stories the red carpet smothers
And still I ache to create
Before the other ones discover
I returned with ‘‘oh me’s’ and ‘oh my’s’’
With a work of pure genius—a storybook of lies
Nothing more or less

Little have I lacked to dream
Of contortioned pulls and dramatic fire
Stories that rarely brittle or tire
I fiddled with precious glass on edge
Foully eager for self-damage
As if it would trigger some legitimate spark 
Searching for creatures and features in the dark
No one unlocked the passage that night
For the starving idea-parched malice of right
But all welcomed with open arms
A pale mannequin filled with jewels and charms
Consuming, fuming dooming
All ghosts hoping, screaming, looming
Hoping that one day they would find themselves on the big screen
Their legacy real as it can possibly get
Nothing more or less


Details | Rhyme | |

CARLY CATERPILLAR

Carly was a caterpillar
She loved to crawl and eat
Ostracized by the other creatures
Teased for all her many feet
So most days were spent alone
But she refused to get down
Carly had an incredible dream
To her tree she wouldn't be bound
Perhaps it was a mistake
That to one other she'd confide
They slipped and shared her dream
Now from ridicule she couldn't hide
So she climbed high into the tree
And wrapped herself real tight
Into a protective cocoon 
In here she wouldn't have to fight
The days were dark and cold
But Carly kept dreaming what could be
To fly above the fray
Oh, her passion to be free
One day she said enough
And folded her blanket down
The sun was shinning bright
And Carly began to look around
That's when she realized
She was a different dame
This caterpillar now had wings
Nothing would ever be the same
Now all the creatures admired her
They called her butterfly
But she saw they picked on others
It made Carly want to cry
So she flew from branch to branch
Letting every caterpillar know
How they could also cocoon 
And wings they too would grow
The moral is.. inside every creature
There's magic to be had
If you're getting picked on
Start dreaming don't get mad
Soon your day will come
And your beauty from within
Will make your heart to glow
And will make your mouth to grin

Contest: Carol's "Fable To The Rescue"
Date: 11-8-14
Poet: LyricMan


Details | Ballad | |

The sunyassin

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



The Sannyasin.

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

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

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

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


Details | I do not know? | |

I am...

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







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


Details | Quatrain | |

A heartfelt ride

My heart is on the ride, bouncing
Upon a masterpiece of art
Painted by His hand, taunting
Stroking brush across the canvas.

In the pursuit of a vision
He attempts to bring it to life
With His expert hand in motion
At time forceful, other times light.

He takes my heart upon a flight
Above a magnificent land
The measure of His love to light
The walls of its chambers, His plan.

Yet to ride the land He designs
Takes it through valleys and steep hills
Upon a thorny path hard to climb
But along with the song of two whippoorwills.

If not for the grace of seeing
The beauty of His will while it flew
It would have given up its beating
With the pain found in coming true.

By CarolineCécile
Copyright © 05.14.11


Details | Rhyme | |

Time to Go

Part 1 

You wanna shake your head and say,
"I've had it with this town" 
You wanna pack up everything 
And tear your pictures down

Your lawn is full of weeds 
And your air conditioner's shot 
Is it time to pay the rent again? 
Definitely not!

One way ticket- "Glitterville" 
Where lights illuminate 
The limitless potential 
Of a foreign license plate 

Part 2

A fresh start was a good start 
But what is it with that place? 
Your garden's full of weeds again 
And your air conditioner breaks 

You decide it's time to go on back
And see familiar faces 
You gotta change the place you have 
It's useless to change places 

By Kyle Ezra Kriticos 


Details | Light Poetry | |

An Uncaring World

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

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

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

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

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



Details | Monoku | |

Alarming Instincts

Instincts can do harm ~ when insecurities trigger the alarm


Lay


Details | Blank verse | |

Inside

Oh Christ, catch an idea
Stuck in the throat
Choking, coughing, spitting                                                                                          
The idea of salvation?
Ground in till belief flourishes
Understood by sight and senses
Those who undertake the holy journey
The truths of all who laugh and cry
Span the time, limitless decades
Watching water flow
Mountains sitting surprise
Blue skies span limitless views
Telling things in quiet voice
And all the time I cough
Cough and retch and spit
whatever it is I hold inside


Details | Free verse | |

Lunania

Land of wave-like verse
churning love into a 
gum-like consistency
tasting of nicotine and nectar. 
Steeped in tears and magic
Metaphor for silver or nubility
immortality and abundance
Hiding your yawning emptiness
Behind ballads and psychosis
Airless craters turn to 
allegories for love
consumed or unrequited
Lost or gained suddenly
like a surprised sliver of a plum
inside a boarding house Sunday cake 
And a certain cliché for
timeless allure.


Details | Epigram | |

Sin Not

Evil thoughts equal sin
One must purge them within


Details | Ballad | |

Starcrossed Tragedy

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


Details | Free verse | |

Reflections: Intellectualism

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Lyric | |

It's a crying shame

It’s a crying shame

In the midnight hour
I stroll along this shore
A silence comes on over me
I’ve felt this thing before
It’s a kind of joining up with God
Whatever that might be
In the midnight hour so all alone with me.

So early in the morning
Before the dark has gone
I stroll along these wetland trails
My heart all filled with song
I hear the birds who come alive
Sing their prayers for the day
In the early morn, the whole world seems okay

It’s a crying shame
That the silence has to go
Amidst the noise of the market place
What happens to that glow
That come when folk are not around
Oh, it’s a crying shame
It might be that it’s only me to blame.

I walk amidst the market place
With all the noise it makes
The gossip and the judgements come
It’s noise for it’s own sake
As I try to find the silence
Of the morning and the night
I am searching for that source of all delight.


Details | Haiku | |

Put In Trial

Try it-- I dare you!
Place me 
In clueless trial


Details | Ballade | |

Finding the key

Finding the key

He’s putting his life in order
He’s not a kid no more
Took him a long time growing up
Through all the inner wars
But now he’s getting there at last
He’s climbing through the mist
He’s putting things in order
He will not be dismissed.

For many years a beast kept under
Will rot within his cage
He’ll seethe within with fury
Because of inner rage
But then one day the man looks in 
And sees that blessed beast
He sees that it can’t really hurt him
Not even in the least.

He learns then at a deep, deep level
That the beast it has no power.
It be the mark of the fearful man
Who truly will not flower
He’s let the beast so cower him
That he stands there looking scared
Yet look the fear right in the eye
And the truth be everywhere

He must recognize his jailor
And say “Give me the key!!!”
Then he know it’s he that’s holding
The end to misery
He has to learn to like himself
That’s the only way to go
To bring those shadows to the light 
And feel his life just flow

He must rest within his glory
It’s the only way to go
Let the light come into him
And feel that inner glow
Then never will these prison walls
Take hold of him again
Because he’ll hold the key to freedom
From all his inner pain.

11 December 2013 @ 1755hrs.


Details | I do not know? | |

Surrender

Tears of sorrow flow as rivers from my eyes
while I put my pens and pencils away
to never to grace a page again
small cardboard box their final place of rest.

Why such sadness, I know not
maybe it is saying goodbye to a friend,
one who understood me so fully 
let me crawl around inside myself.

Quite possibly this was only beginning 
knowing this elusive person within
with desire to learn so much more
now, I suppose, I will never know.

Pencils are stowed and left to grow old
wooden shafts left to age into dry mottled dust
and pens’ indigo liquid destined to vanish
leaving only an empty plastic shell.

With only these remnants left to remind 
of thoughts and emotions once scribed
now evoke within me a dark depressing thought
of words I might have penned.

Aged and grey some distant day to come
in my favorite chair, a rocker, I sit
staring vacantly through cataract coated eyes
thinking of what things might have been.

Many a responsibility have I neglected
while traveling within my mind
give cause for your final sentence of death
unfair since you merely exist that is all.

So now I must grow-up once more 
youthfulness again lost to reason and logic
bliss of carefree imagination is gone
fading in clarity to a distant rare thought.

Now the small coffin is cradled in my arms
destined for fiery and complete destruction
I ponder consequences of the acts to follow
as a question of fidelity comes to mind.

I do not aspire to arrogant fame and fortune
only seek to escape my own worldly bonds
these some-day artifacts of this life past
have been forever faithful to me.

Now to my desk I return the small box
carefully filled with priceless treasure
pens and pencils returned to their niche
never to stray long from my hand.

From this moment forth, I do profess
this gift bestowed not to be squandered
for anyone endowed with even a token of skill
mortally wounds their soul if suppressed.

(Edited and retitled from a previously submitted poem)


Details | Free verse | |

The Switch Up

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


~JSLambert


Details | Rhyme | |

Drenched in Silence

Unbearable thoughts barreling through my head
Decaying in this silent chamber...
Where I desperately cry for help

Words come out useless...I have no capability to yelp
They haven't collapsed in the hands of the unforgiving jail-keeper
This pain grows in my bones...making me weaker
No one bothers to consider me
Circulated by envious glory
That snicker at my carrion body as it drops in dripping failures
Dragged by the sickening thought of living with jailers
As if i had no outlook to life...

I'm still placed in this cold-heartened chamber
Because I'm drenched in silence...
haunted by the deafening atmosphere 
sensing a load of terrorized fear

Shame embraced me, never leaving my presence
Cautious of the hovering thoughts,
transforming itself into my dreadful, panicky past

This hopelessness doesn't seem to matter
In this chamber of deceitfulness

Someday...hopefully Someday...
This silent chamber will shatter 

For now,  I'll abide in this loathsome,
silent chamber 
Until God, My  Savior, will shatter this wretched place
Into smithereens 

                                                                                         
                            

	


Details | Quatern | |

Your Only Friend

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Shimmering Darkness

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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


Details | Romanticism | |

Reflections in the Firelight

The wood is piled
my emotions riled
Sweet expectations
settle in my soul

Sweat dappled brows
my emotions drowse
sudden conclusions
fill in the hole

of my heart.

The fire started in the pit
warming ourselves 
in it's globe
and there we sit
like two lost elves
waiting to disrobe

Take your time,
Love
The perfect man
does exist.

rlm '09


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Everything that Never Was

 
i can feel it dissipating from every clogged pore on my body never a timeframe more wasted has this dismal nothing taken all of what was left from these ashes i shall be rebuilt only to stare back at that reflection to see nothing more than what i feared my soulless vessel will be ceaseless there is nothing more grotesque more monotonous more beautiful than what you could never take what was never born shall never die. Joseph B. Garcia


Details | Rhyme | |

Mirrored Entity

Anguish upon the soul
Tormented with the bile
Of lies it has acquired
By the fear of ghouls.

Yearning now to rip apart
Thick layers of concepts
That only left a sense of unworthiness
Eating at the soul, breaking apart.

But the will to survive
Conquers the wish to give in
And let it all be lost into nothing
For deep down a diamond shines.

Its sparkling quality
Needing to be free to shine
And amaze to great delight
The universe, mirrored entity.

By CarolineCécile
Copyright © 08.05.10


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The Human Being : Object of lust

Tear away her skin, her bones,
Watch her curves move through...her tones
explore her body curiouser... and curiouser....
Sandwich her, squeeze her till her blood flows...
Let your sperms kill her, drown her in her woes.

Afterwards tell her how unattractive she is, how you hate her, loathe her, the mother of
your kids.
challenge her, walk away, leave her to lick her wounds.
Tell yourself its okay, this is what she chose!

Lie to her, abandon her and consume her soul,
Tell yourself its okay one day she will feel whole!

Trample her crush her... tell her how she is all wrong.
Tell yourself its okay she wont last for long.

Push her away till she falls over the edge...
But she will always come back.... for its your daughter she bred!


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Our unbelief

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


By CarolineCécile
Copyright © 03.29.11


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The Pristine Society

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

~JSLambert
© 2011 JSL


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Baptized In Equality

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


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Valentine Romance

Valentines day is always something special to me, I explained. 
So I planned a romantic evening and got ready for my campaign.
The children were at a sleepover with their favorite friends they adore.
So I met my hubby as he came in, accidentally tripping and making him hit the door.
Thank God his head is hard as he hit that, the nearby TV, but very little more.
I made Cherries Jubilee as a snack while he sat there with an ice pack to his head. 
But before I knew it, I’d knocked it over and almost burned down the house instead.
When he finally put the fire extinguisher away…
I got up and got some of the kids’ apple tarts I had made. 
He bit in deep and burned his mouth, declaring he wasn’t hungry and the pain would fade.
Next he decided to go upstairs, but I had put rose petals down everywhere in spades.
And yes you probably guessed it… he slipped and ended up needing a little aide.
At this he decided to take an aspirin and lay down upon the couch. OH  HHWell…
But I knew the rest needed to happen above, to totally create this romantic spell…
I had to get him to the candles and bubble bath, where my romantic dreams still dwelled. 
So I got out some scarves and danced toward him, tying up his hands before he fell.
He never knew what hit him as he was lassoed and gently bounced up the stairs.
I guess I wouldn’t have had to tie his feet… a few words would have done as well.
But you know me when I get going, my mind tends to lose a few brain cells…
He was flustered, exhausted and bruised when he got there, but he’s made of the right stuff.
Though as I took off the scarves, he flopped on the bed pulling the covers over his head kind of rough.
He said he loved me, but living with me could be kind of tough.
He said it was better to leave it to him, for the romantic endeavors and such.
He said he had reservations and play tickets in his shirt pocket for later on that night.
But what he needed now was some aspirin and a few moments of quiet respite. 
So with a sigh he started snoring, and my romantic dreams were momentarily crushed.
I dearly love the man you know. But, do you think maybe I tried too much?


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Second Thoughts

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

Then we think
‘I should have…’

We look back
And we can’t see

It walked away -
We let it be

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

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

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

One day we will forget-
The day when we die


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A Chance Encounter

A Chance Encounter A chance encounter the other day Got me chatting to a stranger Just for some time to pass away. He was very well groomed, very smart. Spoke well too, seemed a decent sort. I told him a little tale I had learned whilst at work. Outside a building that’s up for sale Close to the centre of the town A queue of people gathered. Old clothes, hand me downs. Inside people of good heart and souls Were behind tables long. And a kind of soup was poured into bowls. A slice of bread was added to each one poured. As the hungry-eyed came through the door. As each one passed a thank you was heard. Grateful for the meal today. A simple reply least we can do. All was silent no complaints from the poor. Till a young voice said, ‘Please Mummy I want more.’ I sat back in my chair waiting for a reply. The guy opposite gave a big sigh. He said, ‘Things were tough in those days Very hard for the poor in the Victorian Age. They were ignored, did not count, How could others treat them like that?’ No-one should be without the means I say, To feed and clothe their children today. I looked at him and shook my head. My dear friend you misunderstand The tale was not yesteryear or a foreign land. I visited a local food bank the day before last. And like you I was taken aback. Unless with my eyes I had seen, The myth about scroungers I would still believe. Some get the dregs, others get the cream. This is Great Britain in 2013. But the people of our Nation are strong In times of strife they speak as one. ‘We are mighty as Caesar, mighty as Rome.’ ‘ NI CARBORUNDUM BASTARDORUM’


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The Winner's Price

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

By CarolineCecile
Copyright © 05.22.10


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Shameless Self-Promotion

Here they go again.
anything to win,
indulging
in shameless 
self-promotion.
layin’ it on thick, 
	makin’ sure it sticks,
		slappin’ it on like lotion.

“click my stuff,
and I’ll click yours too.
wanna feel like the best 
even though 
it ain’t true?”

back n’ forth complements
are so self defeating.
inflating other’s heads for praise 
is a blatant way
of cheating.

“do unto others”
but don’t lie, 
to boost their ego.
misleading them 
to raise their hopes 
should clearly be illegal.

no need to read 
a word
of their work
while scratching their backs 
bare.
skimmin’ 
	skippin’ 
		scannin’…
all’s fair
in tactical 
warfare.

poets thought to be adored 
while chewin’ truth’s gristle.
before you swallow,
broke a tooth that hurt
like a damn 
lit 
missile. 

feeding on lines 
with hidden agendas 
is worse
than bein’ ignored.
cuz’ when you find 
copy n’ pasted comments, 
your hopes 
are sadly floored.

how about 
reading and endorsing work
you actually enjoy,
instead of 
feedin’ folks a line of crap 
laced with praise 
and “atta-boys!”


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Sin And Poetry

As the night sets in, it's as black as it's ever been.
My soul is in ruin, and my heart is like a back pack carrying a load of sin.

In the closet my skeletons scream, and constantly torment me.
The rage in my blood stream causes me to blaspheme religiously!
I am doomed because I'm so consumed by that very rage;
Engulfs me like burning fire, wraps me like barbed wire that causes a rampage!

The malice in my heart craves the blood from a helpless foe.
I feel I'm being ripped apart like some dark work of Edgar Allen Poe!

So many sins to atone for, and I get on my knees to repent.
Again with my face on the floor, I pray I receive a love that's heaven sent.
The evil is eating me alive from the inside out.
I can't survive when I feel like I'm fighting a 12 round bout!

My greed has come between me and my family.
I just wanted to succeed, but I admit I did it selfishly!

I seduced Lisa knowing she was married to another man, I just didn't care.
As Lisa fell in love, I became her number one fan, and then I ended our love affair!
My conscience wouldn't let me continue on the path of destruction.
I think of the consequence of losing you and laugh because now I'm unable to function.

I now see literally that it is better to lose an eye than your soul.
As I write my sin and poetry, I cry knowing my heart is as black as coal!   


My new form written strictly for Constance's contest "Create your own form maybe" ? is called Stanlets because it consists of couplets and stanzas that rhyme and is a dark subject.
Jimmy Anderson


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Take Love's Sip

Take Love's Sip

Life is all too often filled with discord.
People fighting wars, brothers die abhorred.
Visiting fantasy-land,
Dreams float by without demand.
Get a grip!  Take love's sip; follow the Lord.

© July 31, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen


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The Return

The quiet, at the beginning
Is suddenly disrupted by a rush
Of light and sound
Chaos and confusion
Drive and dominion takes course
Lack of experience and insight the source
Accelerating away from the initial calm of what once was

The quiet in the midst
Is burdened by the distraction and discord
By need and necessity
Other wills and other ways
Light and sound now complicate
Deeds and desires resonate
Increasing the distance and diminishing the importance of what once was

The quiet before the end
Now lost from time, tide and total disregard
Dark and delusional
Where all that remains removed
Is coloured and consumed
Life and longing to the acknowledgement of what once was

The quiet in the beyond
Returns


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life now

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


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Hope

Hope is the worst of all evils, for it prolong the torment of all men. 
Hope is the feathers the perches in the soul ans sings the song that never stops at all. 
Yet out of Darkness hope remains, it is a fickle thing that touches the souls of all men good and evil alike.
Hope touches us all from kings and queens, from peasants to presidents to the common man so are we not all the same.


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Trust in destiny

Trust In Destiny

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

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

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

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


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Ode to A Healthy Prisoner

Just breathe in the clarity
Clarity of the whole
Whole or negativity
Negativity eating your soul

Head for tomorrow
Tomorrow always waits
Waits for enlightenment
Enlightenment heals mistakes

You are where you’ve put yourself
Your “SELF” now reminds you of shame
Shame brought on by acting out thoughts
Thoughts a conscious shouldn't retain

Give yourself an apology
An Apology you deserve to have
Have some faith in your timing
Timing bleeds wisdom in man 

Bless your self and live righteous
Righteous spirits rise above 
Above all if you are kind
Kind souls conquer hate with love

Poetry brings torment to a halt
Halt all your never-ending thoughts
Thoughts are forbidden evil hiding
Hiding light inside divine spots

So please write down your own deep thoughts
Thoughts penned will conquer your inside trap
Trap your life up in your cell  all alone
Alone you shall stay smelling your crap~



please don't be offended by the last line~ 
I felt it was necessary to get my point across~


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You Are Rich

Festered lament maddens me
Why must the despair of my heart’s desire
Truly enlighten me? 
I rested among the sick and lame
And found myself no different from the rest
For a troubled mind holds endless poverty
Penniless regret marks as a sickness no doctor can prescribe
For the bottles of balm are empty
And medicinal hope grows angry
I derived my madness from creativity
Revealing the remains of my humanity
‘Cool off, child’, I heard a soft voice whisper
But can’t you see I live off the flame?
It asks for no nickel or dime!
But it seeks to destroy all the same
The small voice returns at times
And often my heart listens
But we all listen
And only believe in the inevitability of pain 
I speak of the majority
Not of you
For you are blessed and beyond disgrace
You have a life—a beautiful face

And most of all, you are rich
With attributes I can only dream of 

You are rich with life and purpose
Holding inscrutabilities I can only wish to understand
You lift me without touch or care
Disposing me from your treasures
Because though you meant no harm, 
You are rich with blessing
And must remove all possible threats
So my festered lament
Remains an enlightenment

I can say I am rich in poverty
But you are forever rich
In Mystery

What hurts the most is knowing
I may be wrong about you
For you are so obscure in this mind
And as empty as I am I wish to be filled
In your richness
But we all are filled to the brim in the end
And sometimes I cannot distinguish the good from the bad
There is nothing I wish to discard
So I hoard in constant deficiency and despair  
And I hoard the idea that you are beyond compare

That you are rich
And always will be richer
Than me—or he


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The Broken Girl-not me

Is my life not tortured enough for you to see? 
I am broken as can be. 
My heart is torn. 
My tears stain these perfect floors.  
Why are singing with glee? 
Why do you not care about my every plea? 
I am trapped in your arms. 
I am the hopeless moth. 
How did you pick me? 
What is it that you see? 
A girl untouched by life? 
A flower blooming in the desert? 
I have said goodbye to my loving integrity.  
You took that from me through R-A-P-E.


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The Drought of Word

I am empty; nothing have I now to say. 
The stream of my soul from where sentiment once flowed; now runs dry.
An unexplained drought of words I know not why.
I am in desperate need of showers of inspiration and illumination.
A thousand words I would pray; for this drought to end and once 
again take up my pen.
 Alas, my pen no longer speaks, but in silence now offends. 
 Writer's ink disappears upon a white bleached page;
the quill has nothing to lend.
 It is as though a fire shut up in my bones; a burning heat within.
My heart aches for a single drop of brilliance
as I seek for something to say, and earnestly pray for inspirational rain.
For streams of refreshing I long, OH, that the heavens would open and return 
my poetic song.


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LIKE A HIRED SOLDIER

who can tell a person is wrong or right?

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

who can definitely say one's reason for living?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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In Between the Lines

Slowly dying
Inside
Slowly dying.


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I Knew Someone Who Wanted to End It All

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


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I, Alone

I, alone,
Have felt this pain 
That you have been hiding from me...
Stinging me with abhorrence...like acid rain
That pours fourth envy and strife in the wilderness
I, alone,
Have been inflicting pain upon myself - I just had to address

I, alone,
Have bottled-up my emotions forever it seems
Bringing me down...dragging me down
In a dark, murky trench...the sun beams

WHY do the sun not shine on me? 
I, alone,
Can't bear my affliction 
...all alone...
This solitude will 
always hover around me...
The reason is still unknown
My mind is blown...
I'm surprised how much I've grown

I, daily,
Wish and pray for a brilliant future
For you...Remember, friend of mine - 
To shine with confidence like the sun
REMEMBER, friend of mine:
You are never alone no matter what

I, alone, 
Have experienced and felt your suffering...

You and I
Have to work together
And help each other along the way - 

Are you willing to accept my offering? 


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For the Dying Orphan

I let you die for my name As you reached for my hands Out of waters of drowning What a hypocrite this writer is The Hatred of Solitude Letting an orphan dream Then destroy him with knowledge Of what you have done He opened up to you In new ways But in nostalgic guises The springwinds whisper blithe yore But the winterwinds, much stronger Caress you with the dreams of your funeral sky “It was you… it was your fault… Letting the one who was so open to you Be the laugh… the piece in the game…”


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Pledge Not The Allegiance

It's the third verse,
I got the urge to purge
All the curt words I've splurged,
I've submerged in sin,
I'll go to church repent,
Then go curse again,
Lets reverse this trend
We nurse tolerance,
When it might offend,
If I white wash my fence,
So try to not get tense,
When I do not defend, 
Those who chose to be dense
And not use their two cents,
To show kids the reverence,
For the pledge of allegiance.


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The Land of Sophia

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


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Knees Bent

Back to the roots ever weaving
Hands to elbows sweat streaming
Back to the roots whence the seed began
Deluded to think that along the path you ran
The roots had not snaked behind your every stride
And tangled your feet to fall hands first into your erstwhile guide

Back to the roots where it sprouted out 
And take grasp of the past and heave with a shout
How your roots have brought you back matters no more
For you have fallen back into knots that have tripped you before
So take grasp of the roots and yield to your past
Knees bent untying the knots of fate’s cast. 


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Smudge

A smudge on the mirror
Thats all I can see
I cant see the eyes staring back at me
My vision is blurred
My sight unclear
Why cant I see when I am so near
To the person on the other side
Still I cant see the tears she's cried
Before me the image is a lie
For it can only show the outside
Not the truth that's held inside
Behind the eyes that I cannot see
For the smudge is keeping it hidden from me


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Rest, Beautiful Guardian

rest, black, velvet wings. . .
your flight was long and turbulent
your heart is raging in blue fires of hell
quench your spirit, oh lost one
and whiff the fragrance that I now offer
broken heaviness threatens to tear you
release it all and weep, sweet angel
you have watched for oh so long, dear one
it is time that you won
the world itself rages war over another
your cry is muffled in the sorrows and screams
of other atrocities and sinful endeavors
the pain screams to devour your purity
your vigilance has become as a dry sponge
absorbing all moist negativity
all tears of forlorn gravity and angst
don't fall fearing you lack humility
you are the very strongest of all
willing to face the trials they suffer
rest along the begloomed clouds
let your delicate chin sink into the cushions
I will keep watch as you rest, beautiful guardian
my eyes are blackened with the darkness of humanity
but they know all is not lost
we are among a dying earth
an earth with so much potential 
still can be saved
do not fear you will see the end before a beginning is established!
do not fear darkness after the light!
prevailing still is the desire to stay alive
the power of will will be enough for sustainability
the power of self-sacrifice and self-awareness
will save the creation 
seek the future at hand, beautiful guardian
rest in thought and body, knowing all will be okay
everything will be okay
and now, beautiful guardian,
it is time to rest


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SOUL MATE

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

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

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

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


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Her Final Words

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


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Betwixt Bars

Can you feel?

Can you feel the tremor?
That rocks your world
That shakes the cage
Like a beast trapped outside
A beast raging against the bars
It lifts, it throws, it rages
Can you feel it?

And in the aftermath,
You can hear the cooing, cajoling
Of puppeteers laying strings before your bars
And they croon and cluck like fretting hens
Petting your bars and calling for you
to reach out and take these strings
Tie them where they cannot reach
Deep within, where no one else goes
And let these good people in,
They preen and you shake your head
Seeing the gleam in their eyes
Oh so like the ape’s
Cooing, cajoling... cawing
And oh, how you can feel it...

But I’m here so hold on
I’ll sit by your bars,
I’ll sit by the door
right beneath that lock that turns from within
And I won’t rage, or set the siren’s call upon you
I’ll sit by your bars, and keep you company
My friend;

But Cold bars let through a breeze friend...
Your sharp breath is not secreted away
And with every breath you take
Your lungs are profaned
And you cannot hide
Behind bars

You cannot hide

From My voice, or my presence, or my eyes
My eyes that see too clear
And you cannot hide from what I see
What you can feel
Pressing in, from us all
So just let us in
My friend,
Let us in, for we will not be kept out
Life does not surrender, life does not hold back
Life seeps through
Every crack,
And be sure, there are cracks everywhere
Where there are breaths to be shared, there are bars to let them through,
And you feel it don’t you?
That which you see deep in my eyes
You feel it
That feeling so clearly reflected
When I look into your soul
That fear alive in my eyes
That rages within you,

But don’t fear a battle you have lost
Do not fear the day you must face the world
The world, friend, has never
Turned its face from you
And the rest of us:
Well we are not so brave
We are not iron bars moulded to flesh
That fear you see is real
And it is ours all
But we cannot hide
From what burns within
And I will not die
Hiding from life
And I will not cower when I tremble inside
I will not rest in a cage when I am tired
And I, friend, I am so tired
Of living between bars.


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BLOOD OF GERONIMO

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

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

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

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


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Cease Fire

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

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

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

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

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


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Mister and Miss Right

Mister Right and Miss Right met at church the other day.
However, they didn’t recognize each other.
And, too sadly, they didn’t know what to say.
They awkwardly looked shyly at each other,
Then they went each their own lonely way.

Fantasizing endlessly about Mister Right,
Miss Right pined “What could he ever see in me?”
Also dejectedly sulking about Miss Right,
Mr. Right mused “How could she love someone like me?”
Both thought there’d probably never be a Mister and Missus Right.

Individually, they both came to the same conclusion:
They both needed some drastic self-improvement.
Mister Right studied management skills for a better vocation.
At the same school, Miss Right learned to cook and gained cultural refinement.
As their paths crossed, they’d get into better conversations.

The moral is that it’s more important to be Miss or Mister Right than to just find Mister or Miss right.
Happily, Mister Right eventually lived up to his name
And felt himself worthy of charming Miss Right.
And happily, Miss Right also did and felt just the same,
And she walked down the aisle to become Missus Right.


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to one who was never born

to one who was never born 


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

I cannot, for you 
have never been born.

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

Just any womb 
carrying a girl.

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

never be born as
my little sister

whom I have not put to sleep with a song.


© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar


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The Lover

It was a sultry summer day,
The air lay thick and still.
The leaves hung flaccid on the trees,
As if slumbering in a deep sleep.

No birds were to be heard
For they were hiding from the heat.
The awful quiet was deafening,
And the utter stillness unrelieved.

She pondered about her life 
As she stood silent in the field.
Oh, there is nothing new, she thought,
There is nothing but an interminable ennui.

Immense clouds hung still above her
Like enchanted continents in the sky.
Yet she missed each single one of them, 
Her eyes might’ve well been shut.

There was just emptiness, she thought,
And a tedious town, and a hollow life. 
Her mind was made up about that place,
She was right, she thought, and she would never budge.

She hardly noticed it at first,
For she was pondering her woes and fears.
It first tickled her earlobe,
Then it softly blew into her ear.

Likely a vexing fly, she thought,
As she swayed her hand next to her head.
But then it fondly stroke her neck, 
And slowly crept beneath her dress.

It tenderly caressed her legs
With the subtle touch of a satin sheet.
She scarcely felt it, and then dismissed it, 
And returned to tallying her hardships.

But it had come for her, from so far away, 
To be so readily refused.
It had rushed across valleys, ascended great mountains,
As only a fervent lover would.

Rejected yet not dismayed,
It refused to be dismissed. 
You are my great love, it breathed, and I am yours,
And enwrapped her whole body with bliss.

Seized from her cares, and in extreme delight
She swung her arms open wide.
And as she did, the aged world, 
Now a little new, appeared before her eyes.

But the merciful breeze had moved on.
It continued on its broad track.
The lover, foreteller of change,
And defeater of heat and murk.


Details | Imagism | |

The sealed mountain

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


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Parted Paths

We started off friends 

There was something more

We knew better then to open that door

Came so close just a breath away

We knew if it was meant it would happen 

Just not that day

And now you live so far away

O the ways we used to play

Makes me miss the good ol days

But the good days are now not then

We can hardly remember when

You love her and I love him

Will we ever commit that sin

Taste each others salty skin

Will the temptation ever win

Back then was a trying time

Both in your life and in mine

Our paths seperated on a dime

We kept on living knowing we would be fine

Now questions come up and get me thinking

Since we parted are we sinking

If we met up now after years gone by

Would we still tingle deep inside

Could you then look me in the eyes

Even though she is to be your bride

Will there be feelings we must deny

Cause I too am with another guy

I cant help but wonder why

So many things in life can make you cry

All I can do is look to the sky 

And ask my questions till the day I die


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In Fields

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Lucky

A lucky guy,
they say i’m a lucky guy.
But don’t give it all over,
to a four leaf clover.
I also hear the moon cry,
trying to get me out at night.
and luck is just a lie.

I wasn’t born better.
I wasn’t born better.
I wasn’t always covered,
I built this shelter.

I’m no lucky man,
I do all I can even when I can’t.
I still live in between my wrongs,
But I release them and won’t hold on.
I keep around my neck a sign,
that says I’ll stay open for life. 

I wasn’t born better.
I wasn’t born better.
I wasn’t always covered,
I built this shelter.


Details | Free verse | |

Sad Versus Happy

It’s dark.
It’s tense.
It’s something everyone fears.
This thing is sadness.
But there is one thing that can make defeat this evil thing.
It brings joy.
It brightens your face.
It’s something everyone loves.
This is happiness.
Everyone should have it.
Everyone does have it.
You just have to find it.


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Africa III

Heart pounding
Nervous feeling
Overwhelming
Deep breath to shake it
Cold chill slivers down fast

Beating against cage of heart
Cage of body
Cage of soul
Legs begging to run
Heart aching to be free
Truth to self 
aching to be seen

Sweet scent of dry savannah plains
Sharp smell of thorny veins
The aroma of Africa surrounds
Scents sights sounds 
In these home is found

Frustration mounts 
Captured leopard
Bound

Snarling at every motion made
Scared but defiant
Blinded by fear and rage

Paws long for endless journeys
On paths walked centuries ago
For elegance in element
A space all her own
Where earth still bleeds red on horizon
Morning and night
Continuing the endless fight

Fight for borderless freedom
Everlasting sight
The pale yellow green eyes
Dismays the truth inside
But tell the story
Of wild soul
Story to unfold


Details | I do not know? | |

Concluding Statement

My distraught, the thought, has lost a battle unforgot. 
I take, I give, the very words I live.
I've done, The sun, outrunning the only one. 

My actions are not my own, a story, I've stitched, I've sewn. 
I wait, I learn, my destiny turning to fate, I cannot see in my current state. 
The pain is neigh, a calder or a bite, my fatigue outweighs my might. 

Crowned, sound, the darkness reaks no havok. And atop I take the stand. 
Demand, reprimand, the status of your rendzevous. 
The story's conclusion, I cannot seem...
to find the tragic end to...


Details | Acrostic | |

Frightened

Frightened

F ear is pulling at his mind
R eeling rolling trying to find
I s there nothing in this life?
G  oing to blow away his strife!!
H  e knows what he must try to do
T  he answer, soft, and sweet and true
E nter beyond what mind can see
N ow absorbed in endlessly
E nding all the strife and fear
D aily asking ‘Am I here?

 9 September 2013hrs.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

TO WHOM OR WHAT ARE YOU BOUND: The Roadmap to Freedom

a woman who had been crippled and infirm for eighteen years long
had a chance encounter with Jesus who healed and made her strong
that woman had been in bondage she was bound up in her life
now on the road to freedom touched by the hand of Jesus the Christ

there are many forms of bondage that bind us up and hems us in
physical, psychological and spiritual are just three of them
physical bondage is to be restrained be it in jail of a relationship of abuse
psychological bondage is to be caught up in stuff which we can't mentally refuse 
like when the cel phone is closer to your hand than the word of God
in bondage to technology with your head and not your heart
but spiritual bondage is the strongest for it binds up your heart, mind and soul
it's when the devil has taken up residence and is now in total control
it constrains you so much that it obliterates your identity
unrecognizable to the world, your friends and your family
bound up to your detriment where you can see no way out
limited in your vision of what true freedom is all about

yet that crippled woman understood that what she needed to do in her life
was to continue to go to the house of God and pray for the healing touch of Christ
for eighteen long years she returned to that temple day after day
believing in her heart that God would somehow make a way
now set free from her infirmities able to walk upright
standing before the Savior her burden now free from sight

so to whom or what are you bound? what is it that hinders you in life?
you need to follow the roadmap to freedom by seeking the Lord Christ
just don't get caught up in pity parties hold fast to what you've prayed
straighten up and set your eyes on God as you travel on your way
you've been pardoned from your sins by the power of the blood
you're now a child of Abraham wrapped up in God's love

the roadmap to freedom from disgrace to dignity
the roadmap to freedom no longer in spiritual obscurity
for God has stepped into the midst of your situation and taken control 
no longer bound up not broken by sin for He has made you free and whole
with loyalty, love and devotion that crippled woman was no longer bound
standing tall, touched by the hand of God true freedom in her now found


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Judgment Day

I stand here alone, in a room all in black,
Patiently waiting for the gavel to clack;

I don’t get to speak, here at the end,
Persecuted by all, enemy and friend;

They speak of the deeds now tied to my name,
And all I can do is shudder in shame;

I’m here at the trial at the end of my life,
And each testimony cuts like a knife;

I can’t even explain, my deeds say it all,
I await my judgment and try to stand tall;

I was petty, held grudges, and committed mass crime,
And didn’t do productive things with my time;

Six feet below my body is entombed,
And I know deep down my fate is now doomed,

And all I can do I is silently pray,
That God grants me mercy on this solemn day;

The jury is in, they hold my life in their hands,
All I can do is hope He understands;

“Cleared of all charges” the verdict now reads,
My soul once damned is now to be freed;

He granted forgiveness for all of my sins,
Allowing my soul to begin again.


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The breath of life inside

While through troubled times
when hard it is to even find
what at the horizon lies
feeling completely blind
take stormy clouds in mind
whip them out of sight
with the wind of His breath might
imagine the clearing of the skies
revealing to your eyesight
the colors coming to life
expressing a love that never dies
such majesty within your mind
connecting you to the divine.

By CarolineCecile
copyright July 2011.


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Think What I Think

Somedays I wish I didnt
Think what I think,
These patterns of thought,
Have me in the sink,
Then bring me to the top,
To put me back in my seat

Somedays I wish I didnt
Believe what I believe,
So I could,
Give into my passion to please,
Dive into my sinful desires,
and have control of my destiny

Everyday, I come to realize at night
With my eyes wide,
That my flesh I dont have to Fight,
Because Christ runs my life,
And he takes the boulders off my shoulders,
I am the gun and he is the holder,
I am the clay and he is the molder,
And his grace is sweeter every moment I grow older


Details | Haiku | |

Blind

On the Lonely Hill
Many come, often so sad
Side by side, still alone.


Details | Free verse | |

Words No One Hears

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

~JSLambert


Details | Rhyme | |

Drippity drip drip

Take me there I don't care Touch my hair Eat this pear!!! I am bare Want to share? Do you care? I am bear I'll let you stare Don't go there By the chair Or on that stair? Your skin is fair You look like Cher Come to my lair But pay my fare Drippity drip drip


Details | Free verse | |

My cobain smile

I want to drown my urge to die
I want to kill my pulse inside
I can't breathe, I'm paranoid
Everything in life I avoid

Don't speak to me, I'll look away
Inside my eyes is just decay
 I'm already dead, but have yet to die
Why do I keep my body alive

My soul is dead, eyes are lies
So is the smile I hide behind
Pull the plug, I'm a fake
In a nightmare and I cannot wake

Drown me! I'm flooded in pain
Please help me regain
Some peace, some rest 
I want to die to live again

Set me free 
Slitting my wrists isn't working
The more stares I get
The more I become numb
I just need to be gone
Eliminate my pain, 
I'm already out of breath 
Suffocating on my hopelessness

Every day I am alive 
But I'm craving to die inside
Curved smile because your so naive
You think I'm happy 
Yet I'm being crushed
My head is overflowing 
With these thoughts that are too much

One word, suicide
Sparks a light inside of my eyes

I don't want to pretend to live
Let me go, flood me in sin
There is where I want to swim
Six feet under the ground

Don't be selfish 
And keep me in pain
To tourture my lifeless body again
Let my body float soundly
Rushing water, ocean salt
I promise I won't feel it at all.

End it, hold me under 
Then bury me so I can slumber
Goodbye lifeless eyes
As I'm dying I'll be coming alive
Haunting images 
Deleted from my mind
Laughing 
As I leave this world behind

Water 
Floods my lungs 
Death 
Leans in for a kiss

Together we sink into insanity
And drown in infinitys abyss. 


Details | Imagism | |

I'm Always Around

I'm Always Around
by BJ Welsh

I'm not near, but I'm really not so far
If you look up I'll be the brightest star
Looking down upon God's project earth
Watching and waiting for a rebirth
When you speak I will always listen
My points will seem to shine and glisten
Giving you guidance when things seem tough
Steady now it may be rough
When we meet again someday
Be it there or far away

I'm here for now and always will
Never escaping, did you feel that chill?
My spirit wind brushed by your side
Or the soft, gentle wave pushed by the sea tide
When we meet again someday
Be it there or far away

You've given me hope and reason to breath
It's not yet time for me to leave
I'm that fluttering seagull upon the sands
Maybe I'm the reason for you to dance
When we meet again someday
Be it near or far away






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Sweet Seduction

[Verse 1]

My blood is ice inside your veins
Crawling underneath my skin
The price we pay to earn that name
The battle that we never win
Falling faster far below
Further into darkest depths
The kiss of death that you bestow
The poison that is on your…lips

[Chorus]

Sweet seduction
Drug addiction
Words that only he can mend
Sweet seduction
My affliction
Rise to only meet the end

[Verse 2-change]

Your thoughts they plant a grave in me
Like missiles shooting through the skies
The pain you watch but never see
Crystals falling from my eyes
Your words they feel like razor blades
Your touch like acid on the skin
Your love this agonizing pain
The battle that I’ll never…win

[Chorus]

[Breakthrough]
Swallowed up by
Sounds of screaming
Asking questions
Without meaning
Fall away…
FADE AWAY!!!!

[Chorus]
Sweet seduction
Drug addiction
Words that only he can mend
Your destruction
My affliction
Rise to only meet the end

The end…


Details | Rhyme | |

Light Pt.1

A day or work
A day of chore
A day of want
A day of bore

The day I ran
This day I can
The sky then clear
to light so dear

Routine broken (with)
Every word spoken

Then the light faded
then I went jaded
then around friends
gossip was elated

That day has ended
All actions are suspended

No method of contact
No method to act
No way to find the light
The light has lost my sight
(I have been disconnected)


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Lady Justice

Revered Lady Justice
Balance truth and fairness
Restore to crime victims
Tranquility, peace, calmness

In all objectivity
Reveal cloaked identity
Omit fear or favor
Moral rightness never waiver

~Camille Rose Castillo 2011



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Healing mountain

Sitting on a tranquil mountain top
as I do from time to time
looking down at the view before me
listening to the calming silence
to heal my battered soul
and clear my troubled mind.

I look down to the bottom
to remind me
of how far I have come
and where I used to be
The mountain only exists
in my imagination
but I go there when I need
when live's battles get too much
It heals and restores me
once more like before
free from
stress and anxiety.

Peter Dome.copyright.2012.


Details | Couplet | |

Seagull and the Penguin

A sea gull flew over the ocean admiring his reflection every day.
Passing over the shore, he saw penguins at work and careful play.
What an ugly bird they are he suddenly proclaimed.
They can’t fly and still they strut… know they no shame!

One day the gull was swooping down angling for a fish…
When suddenly an orca whale knocked him in the briny brink.
Snapping and churning the orca would soon have his way.
The gull was surely lost, if he could not gain the air to stay.

Moments before the whale pod arrived the penguins chose to assist.
They chose to distract the whale, giving the gull a chance to resist.
The orca didn’t care which meal he had as long as there was one…
He finally beached himself upon the shore, and still he hadn’t won.

At that point the gull realized, the penguins were really seriously cool.
They could certainly fly in the water, if maybe not the air to rule.
Now friends for life… he would scout for them safe passage to their fish.
Indeed, the gull flew away that day a little wiser, knowing he’d been remiss.

Everyone in life is different. He surmised… It’s not a choice they’ve made.
But now he knows each demands respect… in their own separate way.


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Juliet's Plea

~“Tis torture, and not mercy. Heaven is here
Where Juliet lives, and every cat and dog
And little mouse, every unworthy thing,
Live here in heaven and may look on her,
But Romeo may not."
- William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, 3.3

Juliet's Plea

Dost thou deem, heav'n only rises with the corpse
upon the last sweet breathe of virgin light
as face dost pale to pearl and roses leave my lips tonight
Romeo, my living eyes knew naught your purpose.

In sooth, I thought thee dead on that black night
and so, no other earthly joy could stay my heart
but heav'ns had we all, before this sorry plight
pray pardon love, I would nay have thee depart.

Abide, abide my love, my Romeo, alas...
by your leave, I hold St. Peter’s gate op’ for thee
And verily, I wait for time is naught in death 
and thee, my love, my Lord, are all to me. 

*Their love and their deaths were a scandel.


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YOUR MORNING TOAST AND CHEERIOS

      YOUR MORNING TOAST AND CHEERIOS              
I'll be the wind that blows your hair
all of your days I will be there
in summer breezes, winter's freeze
I'll be the wind through all your trees.

I'll be the raindrops on your face
each drop that falls a warm embrace
I'll be each sunset there will be
and every star will shine of me.

I'll be your time that comes and goes
your morning toast and cheerios
I'll be in all your candle flames
and I'll be there at football games.

I'll be the wind that blows your hair
both here and there and everywhere
if I must leave to be with you
then leave I must and leave I do.


Details | Bio | |

Twos, Threes, and One Eyed Jacks

Twos, threes, and one-eyed jacks,
And jokers thrown in too,
These were the wild cards in our poker game,
May seem a lot to you....
But four of a kind to open,
Somewhat evens up the score,
And this was a time of fun,
And we did much, much more

This was our "Military Club"
An idea I did cook up,
To give reason to live,
For old men lost to desperate time
Who's life otherwise passed by them
Turned out an idea sublime

All got ranks in our club,
My uncles were Majors, you see
My father I made the Colonel
And poor old lowly me...
A mere Lieutenant
To drive the staff car around
This became so important to them
My idea had been more than sound

We loved our pool halls
Like most women love a shoe store,
And took turns at each others houses,
And what's even more

After pool we'd have some beers
In one of our watering holes,
And after poker later
A good meal would enrich our souls

Ah, to go one more time
Out with them,
Alas most are gone
And all I have is memories
To help me carry on.


Details | Didactic | |

READY TO FIGHT

before many of us chose to walk on a sanctified journey in life
we were always frustrated, discombobulated and looking for a fight
the kind of fight that was fueled by jealousy, pettiness, anger and/or greed
but now as disciples of Christ we fight for honor, a cause or a need
no longer do we fight using profanity, knives, fists or guns
we now fight with weapons that are spiritual ones
we no longer look for excuses not to get involved with a cause
we no longer allow the hopeless opinions of others to make us stop and pause
if you can't help just don't hinder and don't hurt those who are ready to fight
get out of the way and allow God's people to do what is good and right

when those of us who share a common pain are more than willing to lend a hand
that's when you encounter the haters who will try to impede your plans
hate is that emotion that everyone has experienced at least once in life
hate is a demonic spirit that does nothing but cause havoc and strife
hate is within each of us but we all don't let it manifest
for as true children of the most high God we know that we are blessed
hate comes from that inner fear caused by not being in the know
but you can't allow fear to turn into hate just let the God in you now show
for fear can paralyze, it can traumatize, fear can make you become paranoid
fear can make you ill, it can take away your will and make you null and void

we know that as disciples of the Lord Jesus Christ
everyday we are in the fight of our lives
as the devil will try to intercede and give you a short term loss of memory
so make sure you pray everyday to be reminded of the God who gave life to thee
for God can take that hate and turn it into kindness
God can take that fear and render it spineless
God gave you the power to fight for what you believe
God gave you the ability to fight for what you can achieve
so are you ready to fight in order to be set free?
are you ready to fight for a cause and your family?

Nehemiah and his men attempted to rebuild those torn down walls
when the haters came around hoping they would stumble and fall
but the Spirit revealed to them what the haters had planned
so Nehemiah and his men were ready and prepared to take their stand
they were ready to fight to protect and defend those walls
they were ready to fight so that their work would not be stalled
ready to fight, ready to fight for righteous cause
no time to ponder, nor procrastinate and no time to stop and pause 



Details | Free verse | |

Fired Up

Fired Up

Suddenly slow, then frozen up…My heart began to pound.
My computer means so much to me. It’s my touch to the outside world.
Then my knight came in the door… determined my dragon to slay. 
And let me tell you… as dragons go… he can slay anything.

Dragon fire can be hot, but this one was immensely worse.
Nothing at all seemed to work. This dragon was really strong.
Shield after shield fell from my knights’ grip… 
But thank God… he never, ever gave up.

Night after night he fought with might and studied his foe with thought.
Each night he scanned every road… for where a lair could be stowed.
His sword swung with might nightly… erasing him from the land. 
But still the dragon was able to come back breathing fire upon all at hand.

He knew how to open every back door. He was cleverer than any I had seen.
But steady as a rock my knight and prince… continued to protect my way of life.
Finally, one day, with four new shields and with Excalibur by his side…
The dragon's spawn was slayed one last time,  then a miraculous silence remained…

My knight had sacrificed so much time and sleep… that I truly cried.
This dragon was from a far away land where more dragons are made with pride.
But my dear knight is willing to wait by my side… His shield and sword nearby.
Thank you I say with hugs and kisses… For my knight in shining armor, my life… 


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EYE Don't See -Part 3-

My eyes
Witness your departure
My eyes
Are dripping with hopelessness…
My eyes start to blur…
Melancholy put me under pressure…
Is there a cure to my disease? 

You don’t see
The shards of hope that once brought us back together
Just let me search for safety
I’m strong enough to realize that I’m no longer
The weakest prey out there…

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you hear me whimpering like a distraught puppy left on the train tracks?

I’m close to my demise…save me and take me home

Nourish me…and be my beloved friend

Will this friendship last forever?

Hopefully it has no end

Will this cheerful moment help us get along with each other?

Because of you…I feel the need to run 
I keep an eye on you – I worry that you’ll hurt yourself again
Because of you…My freedom is nearly gone
I don’t wanna be caught off guard again
Because of you…EYE can’t picture a solution for our vexing dilemma 
Because of you…eye can’t focus on my long-term goal 

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you sense that I’m giving in to failure? 
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…I can’t endure 
The hardships that you place upon me…
Could you boost up my confidence to overcome 
My atrocious anxiety? 

I’m just waiting for some sun
To keep me in good hands…
To strengthen me with perseverance …
I’m just waiting until His son
Leads the world outtah Egypt and reveals to us…
His radiance…His dazzling Kingdom – 
Vibrant with glee

Your undying sympathy dawns upon us
I’m overflowing with indescribable joy  
You’re a candle in the night…
We meet eye to eye…
What a sight…what a precious sight


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The Power of Youth

With the weight of the world on our shoulders

we walk, heads held high

 

they don't really understand

the extreme power in which we posses

 

we live life under Their radar

all the while, holding them up

 

but no thanks come to us

just sneers and stereotypes

 

we are Not the casualties of society

just because we tread on the lines of what they consider "appropriate"

 

yet that is how they treat us

because they are Afraid

 

but I tell you

keep your heads held High

 

scoff right back at them

because you know how it will end

 

soon enough

we will rise to rule our own world

                          Our Own Way

We are the Youth

We are the Future

 

and they'll have to just suck it up and deal

when they see how much we are going to Change


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Return To Dust

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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


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Lone Hearts

No wish to speak I'd rather hear what you think and feel. Yet I must reveal something of my own before you feel free to share your song. ...Then the flood gate opens ...And I can only listen The pain you've kept hidden could no longer be contained as you tried giving me a hand, to soothe my own, you let rain your own... Now we understand Now we become as one As if we belong to the same family ... and we are ... ... we all are... No longer Lone Hearts. © CarolineCecile - 07.22.12


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You and I



You and I.


You.

Your heart blazed,
with a warmth of spirit,

soothing,

alluring,

soaked in truth.



Your smile burned,
branding me permanently,

gentle,

tender,

enveloping my being.



Your love was complete,
from the depths of your soul,

unsaid,

yet fierce,

bathed in silent knowing.



Your dreams were poetic,
fluttering in the afternoon breeze,
infused with the distilled essence of rhyme.


I.

I squandered your generosity of spirit.

I vainly discarded your priceless poems.


Now I stand,

alone,

empty,

desolate,

wasting away,

rotting inside, day by day.




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What If Tomorrow Never Comes

I recall now the days when forever seemed but a short time The visits to the hospital, brought sad images to your mind She lay on a bed, cords all around her, no hair upon her head The cancer drove us crazy with worry tears and fright She was only a baby, I didn't get the chance to say goodbye Farewell until we meet again where you'll be waiting... waiting for tomorrow to come again. What if tomorrow never comes? How will I face the rising sun, when the moon is the only thing I can see? I need her here with me... The only loss I've ever known The only time that I've experienced this kind of sorrow... So what if tomorrow never comes? What if tomorrow never comes. And now I lie here thinking it through, memories flash through my head, memories of you Moments of a bittersweet time Reminiscing the days when you were mine The days when you were alive The tears come back to my eyes I feel the need to cry but nothing slides out I need to scream and shout, My emotions pour out as one, silently So what if tomorrow never comes? Reality in death is so hard to accept, I need my tomorrow to come... What if it never does? What if tomorrow never comes? How will I face the rising sun, when the moon is the only thing I can see? I need her here with me... The only loss I've ever known The only time that I've experienced this kind of sorrow... So what if tomorrow never comes? What if tomorrow never comes. Will tomorrow ever come? I just want to be awake when the moon becomes the sun I'm waiting here for you, in the darkness of the night. I wait still for you, forever the images will haunt my mind Tomorrow will come I'll soon be alright Tomorrow will come... Tomorrow has come... I can now see the sun.


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My Time

My Time


Age proves to me that time is a passing breeze
Fleeting glimpses of my life and the lives of others
Boil up and over in my mind’s eyes, late at night
Frantic flashes of feelings and emotions in my head

Years fly by in the bat of an eye… each day we must seize
Capturing memories to cherish hold and adore… Our own mothers
Knowing in our heart and mind just how to make it right
Steady knowledge of family and loved ones, as we lay our heads to bed

rlm ‘06


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Christmas Mass

      CHRISTMAS MASS
Dear holy child, I celebrate your birth,
and wonder at the bright and shining star,
that leads to all the joy and peace on earth
we all look for, and it is where you are.

Yes I will light a candle in your name
on Christmas morning, when I'm all alone,
and say a prayer into the burning flame
to thank you for the gift too few have known.

You are my bright and shining star, you know,
throughout my life, in everything I do,
The gift of love is all I have,and so,
I wrap my love in candlelight for you,
Amen...
       ©  ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa


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Draconian I

[The Cypress Is In Bloom]
The cypress is in bloom
I see the evil, the efflorescence of decadent doom
Eloigning, with thy clandestines of the Dead September's reign
My belovéd Penelope, abscond from the coven so deep, the glades of misery
We must face her in the grove, for arcany, the path we must take
She's in my mind, vaporously,
Lauding with my, dangers and fears
Lie, with ephermelcy's broken truths
Leading me go Cypress, Marigold
Immortally, willows, forevermore
Forevermore

[To Question; To Know]
My argentine silence, your only condonicy 
Ends with such eath
The Mockingbird in me--died
Resting in one ounce, an abundance of shame
With an infinity of joy
Exiled, by the ones, who give all, names
My breath starves for only more
The façade, the veil, the austerity dims with Aquarianlore 
She falls to her knees, why for?
Celandine she will be
Celandine is she

[Bead]
The lair within, free from their causalities of their sins
Shadowy primroses begin to grow, the season will never end
In there I dream to be like you, violet blue, White Flower of Lisieux,
La Fleur Blanche du Lisieux,
So Celandine are you
Celandine are you

[Draconian]
Draconian--Reach for the shadows within
Draconian--Break from The Fallen's Sin
Draconian--Their Empirical lies, only die
Draconian--Reach The Shadows Within


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My TRUTHS AND THOUGHTS II

I strolled through my old stomping grounds
saw a childhood friend gave him a hug and a pound
over two beers we sat down

dam its been so long since we crossed paths
flashbacks they brought both tears and laughs
we poured beer on the grass
for our peers that passed

that's the way we show sorrow
teardrops from a bottle
it's so hard  to say goodbye  to yesterday but ironically for some
its even worse to face tomorrow

when it's filled  with hopelessness and dreams deferred
at times the line between good and bad became blurred

life moves in cycles I observe this truth
watching these young cats re-enact scenes from my youth

as the clash  with the system
and dare the world to dis them
until they go to prison 
or become homicide victims

i borrow some ears trying to insert something healthy
but I recognize that look.
its the same one I use to give the ones that  tried to tell me

I just wouldn't listen
now he's given me that same resistance
its a shame that ignorance

makes us flee from knowledge
wont accept WhATS harmless
content when we're acting moronic
or spewing garbage

isn't it ironic we crave money to save us
in actuality its the very thing that enslaves us
its like the streets are the new plantation
a generation lost produces lost generations

with lack of love and over abundance of anger
causes agents of death to leap from barrels once released from chambers
has the worl gone crazy
mother in the church screaming thats my baby lord take me

makes we wanna holler,kick or yell or something
cause they don't understand I'm simply trying to tell them something


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Difficult Trials -Part 1-

Turn the wheel
Out of curiosity
I'll be generous...you'll receive
Something special...something to make you whole
Though the trials you must run through
Are a great struggle that can easily
Pull you down
And I want to erase your frown

You will feel way better about yourself
Just trust me...take my hand...
I'll encourage you to have a satisfying time
Just for your own liking
We'll be hiking
Those somewhat difficult hardships 
Together for eternity 
We'll spend time in the future 
Together in unity

*******he sea...Let's flee and be free!
LOOK how nice you look!

Trample those insufferable nuisances
That dare put you down
To the sea floor
I'll push them to the core!

Feel free to walk the 
Road of Recovery 






 


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On many things

It was a voice in my head
A whisper in my ear
A sound I've come to dread
A thing I've come to fear
It was the look in its eyes
On a face whiter than snow
Seeing through all my lies
Uncovering that I do not show
It was the power in its stare
Showing what I don't want to see
Saying your time is near
And you can neither hide nor flee
It was the words it said
Creeping into me in a whisper
Telling me that she is dead
Telling me I know I'll miss her
It was what it forced me to see
Things I've hidden away with denial
Things I said I'd never be
For which I'll surely stand on trial
It is what I will become
A thrall of the shadow
Death's own son
Libera nos a malo!!!
It is what I feel
Black bleak sadness
Pain I wish wasn't real
Driving me to the brink of madness
It is what I stand for
My prerogative
The urge to always be more
My reason to live


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Leaders and Their Behaviour

Most leaders are barking dog
Only few are good, seem loyal

Viewing sights are weak almost
Position made alike, no fault.

Eyes see wealth and wealthy
Poor are likely barb to them 

Bid of dealing conducts with
Same level people or powerful

Poverty and suffering for them
No caring and major matter 

No meaning of falling tears
Less earning in all day working

No hope of ventilating good life
Own future is futile for oneself.

Dead hope, locked door all trouble
Intolerable piercing moments

Unbelievable and unexpected hegemony
Padlocked the whole ruling system

Politics produces into the candidate
Pretending like dead, dumb and deaf

In the time of entering into the doorsteps
Spreading oath, sweetly and politely

We are here for all and everybody
Truth and trusty statements of liars.


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THE UNHOLY DEAD

   THE UNHOLY DEAD
He would take her to heaven if she chose to go
but her world's just a place for the dead,
if she had a solution he wanted to know,
in a while it would be in his head.

All her world is a place for the unholy dead
she might answer his question two times,
in a while he might see, but will lose it instead
holding out for an answer that rhymes.

she might answer his question, and answer it twice,
"yes I love you but don't want to go,"
so he holds out much longer because of the price
of the things that he never should know.

"Yes I love you but it's not time for me to leave,"
she has told him, but didn't explain,
"Love is something you never should know nor believe,
unless you are a sweet summer rain."

Yes she told him, but didn't tell all that she knows,
he can't see how she loves him so much,
like a sweet summer rain she appears and then goes
to the heaven he wants her to touch.

He can't see how she loves him, his heart is so blind,
nor that they are in heaven--but how?
And he wants so to touch her, and then he will find
they're together in heaven right now.

How they got to heaven, she said time and again,
"I have loved you much longer than me,"
and together in heaven, they see how love's been
for as long as a true love can be.

She has loved him much longer than sweet summer rain
and before she was ever a child,
for as long as a true love that's hard to explain,
from where-ever a true love is filed.

And before she was young, in her place of the dead,
they were younger than love ever knows,
and where-ever love is, in the heart or the head,
they've gone into where-ever love goes.
© ron wilson


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In the eye of the beholder

Poem by Jorn Boor '' In the eye of the beholder ''

 

The path of life I will walk, slowly I will grow old

Along this road I stumble, throughout the years in which I unfold

 

Insecurity's hold me, only strong tough.. in my past before

Skill & faith... I use my tool set, to build my fundamental inner core

 

Passing phases of moving progression, through my moments of thought

Life's happiness I treasure in full, it's the ingredient for which I fought

 

I mature through life element's, painful encounters bring hard challenges for sure

My mind is set on self realization, which is destined to hold ones cure.

 

I like to run, I love to play, fight through all of my dislikes.

As long as I am still aging, I stay determinate to gain insights

 

Triggers, traps, challenges.. I won't give in, I will not be afraid.

Life's disadvantages I need to handle, so in the end I can set them straight

 

I let my inner soul control my destiny, I focus, I pay attention

I'll grow responsible, I create happiness within this true intention.

 

Birth intended I feel blessed to live, I must shine each single day

I hold in mind to respect my life, I choose to live it in my own way.

 

I stand up for all of my choices, of which I am allowed to make.

Otherwise I am not able to die in peace, I can't allow that my soul is fake.

 

Frustration towards Human Race, I feel the truth is loosing ground

One day I trigger the alarm, to your convenience I will let it sound

 

I'll be my own friend, the bond I create within will set me free

Maybe it doesn't mean to you that much for now, but in the end you'll agree

 

Hiding is the key for failure, in the end I will regret

I enjoy thunder, the lightings and rain, cleansed air is the result which I expect.

 

Faith is creating a gift we handout ourselves, it leads us towards alignment

My environment is a product of me, accomplished... so i can die in contentment. 

 

Jorn Boor, Johannesburg SA 

Date: 26-10-11


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All Along the Watchtower Re-Visited for 9-11

"There must be some kinda way to find out here"
Said the seeker to the stealer
"There's too much confusion
I'm struggling to be the reveal"

"Conglomerate men, they drink my wine
Politicians dig my earth
None will level on the line
Because none of them are worth it" hey

"There is reason to get excited"
The seeker, he kindly spoke
"There are many here among us
Who feel our governments a joke"

"Now you and I, we've lived through this
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now
The hour is getting late", hey

Hey

All along the watchtower
Liars kept the view
While all the women came and went
Barefoot servants too

Outside in the cold distance
The C.I.A. did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl, hey

All along the watchtower
All along the watchtower

All along the watchtower on that tragic September day
We need some investigation, for someones has to pay
Now you and I, we've lived through this, and this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now, before this generations to late

We will always remember, and remember who we lost that day
We need some investigation, for someone has to pay
All along the watchtower, a nation in mournful cries
We are not so blind, it's amazing what you can see when you close your eyes

All along the watchtower
All along the watchtower




James, we lost you in Kensington, England. The Star Spangled Banner will
live long in your past. I can't say the same for some of your American so
called country people. Thank you for allowing me to gracefully use . . . .
'All Along the Watchtower' it's blatantly obvious someone was not.

To all the lost in the 9/11 tragedy, my thoughts will always be with you.


 All Along The Watchtower by Jimi Hendrix, with some lyrics changed 




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Time -part 2-

Even then though—you ask how!
How can she not return the hatred!
But we humans cannot think so beyond
To even dare comprehend the mystery sentiments she possesses
Surrounding her are twelve unattainable senses
That we only know from a single mind’s imagination
Like space she is enigma
And she will wander there without any question
Her senses are twelve sojourners that never tire
Watching with melodious eyes
Some see darkness and some see light
And none are ever affected by the garish dark
Or even the furious bright
Only Time can tell
What the multiple futures hold
But she is patient and silent
Speaking for all of our burning minds
Anger often burns our sides
For we do not want her silent comfort
Her hints seer us and overbear us
Were it be truth we would see it as deceit 
Were it deceit we would at last find her a flaw
We want everything now
And for that we suffer
And she is confused by our abhorrence
But she is intelligent, brave and belligerent 
And she cuts no slack
She will give none back
But in forwardness she is abundantly generous
Feeding us futures of hope
Her thanksgiving is art to those at death’s door
Those that make it in the uncertainty of night’s long abode
Some think her cruel to have them live on
But she had no choice in the matter
She is merely a vigilante
And in that vision—a humble giver
Time sees the rulers of this world
And smiles as she sees them go
May you not think her cruel to smile
To think that she thinks us inferior 
For it isn’t so!

Time is on our side
But we are ever against her
Ever against her
 
8/5/13
(note: This was meant to be one full poem, but I could not fit it on one page. Thank you kindly for reading)


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Blind Mind

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


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Teardrops of sorrow

Teardrops of sorrow, stream down her face. As she thinks of tomorrow, and feels out of place.
 
Lies and infidelity, clouding her thoughts. She knows they were weaknesses, she could have fought.
 
As the one that she loved, slips slowly away. She lies to herself, saying she'll be okay.
 
Living her life, cold day after day. She'll one day break down, and quietly pray.
 
"Help me dear father, in heaven above. Help me be strong, and teach me to love. "
 
"Show me my worth, and my light that's inside. Give me my courage, and rebuild my pride. "

A hollow dark hole, sits in place of her heart. Cause her values and morals, have all fall'n apart.
 
What once was a sweet, and innocent girl. Is now lost and lonely, consumed by this world.
 
She'd sacrifice anything, just to fit in. Sacrifice everything, and give in to sin.
 
Loved ones may forgive her, but they'll never forget. She's strayed far from her path, but they won't give up yet.
 
Holding her hand, they'll help her get through. But it won't change the fact, that she was untrue.

She damaged the heart, of a very good man. Did things that he, just can't understand. 

Now I have no doubt, she loved him to death. But love's just a word, mumbled under our breath. 

For actions have always, spoke louder than words. And hate is the sound, most commonly heard. 

If you don't like the feelings, expressed in these lines. Then cover your ears, and cover your eyes. 

For a bitter cold boy, wrote down this letter. But he wrote it to say, that he's doing better.

Lying awake, in the mid of the night. He smiles and says, "I'm doing alright. "

Floating away, on an ocean of memories. He piles up the sand, to block off his enemies.

Moving along, he hopes she's okay. But he won't let the thoughts of her, get in his way. 

Lying awake, likely miles apart. They each fall asleep, with a hand on their heart. 

For life is a Story, often painful to tell. But sleep sweet tonight, for they're both doing well.  

   


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Letter From God

If I had been upon the Titanic, with only moments left to live.
And if there was nothing left, for me to help with or to give.
Then I would find a paper, a pencil, a bottle, and some wax.
Then I would write a message, to cast adrift with everything else.
And in those moments I would write something short and simple.
I’d write…
People life is short, you never know when it will end.
And when my life is cut short, there’ll still be time for you to live.
Live it with your heart and soul forever in the front.
Reach out with them, give, and live your life as it was meant.
Then I would sign it … a lost soul…Titanic April 14, 1912.
Then I would seal the bottle and hold it in my hand.
Then I’d wait amidst the noise, tears, and pain. 
Until the water would eventually wash the bottle away.

Contest: Impress Me, Motif: Spiritual, By Carol Eastman


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Future Earth

Completely at ease
Calm, tranquil, serene
Bronze skin sunbathing 
Cool breeze

Enveloped in earth's beauty
witnessing creation;
Becoming embodied with the thoughts of perfection,
original earth
original plan of action
Ultimate fulfillment and satisfaction

The old world is no more
We've come fully human
heart and mind restored
No longer noting the difference between
the old world and the new
Completely erased
Renewed

But in the meantime, 
I moan for freedom from strong holds like
sickness and death and oppression
I moan for freedom for the disabled 
the mentally challenged,
the persecuted and their transgressions

Freedom from racism, injustice
ignorance, violence and depressions
I moan to end war, rape, incest
exploitation, thievery and anxiety

That was not the original plan
But the earth will be restored
and be as beautiful as it began


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Cold Nights In Paris

COLD NIGHTS IN PARIS ( Monsieur L'vampyre)
There's never been another dark on earth
quite like the dark of Paris under snow,
where love, it comes and goes, for what it's worth,
and no demands are made, when time to go.

Where lovers slip into the hiding night,
oblivious to cold or freezing rain,
anticipating love, that surely might
warm up their lives for just a night, again.

And love's a little warmer, from the cold;
it makes two hearts to join and keep a beat;
and warms the lives of both the young and old,
who find their love with-in their body heat.

Though easy comes the love--they hold it dear,
without it cold is something they would fear.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet


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I Stand, Alone



I stand, alone.

Scratching for my truths,
peeling away the veneer,

I stand, alone, before this
impregnable cliff so sheer.

Cocooned in my solitary shell,
wrenching a smile from a tear,

I stand, alone, a little odd,
and definitely quite queer.

I stand, alone.


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Anchored on the Shore

It seems
the longer I wait
on this dry shore
the farther you get
as I watch you sail
away
from my place
on this dry shore;

the winds pick up
and your sails unfurl
and with every breath I lose
watching you drift away
a gust of wind
sends you with blessings
of wasted breaths;

and I see you still
distant as you are
going to that place
I dreamt for you,
a place that grows farther still
as I dream for you
grander things
and grander places
that you will visit;

And on currents
that seem to flow
to the beating in my chest
you sail farther still
and with every dream I breathe
you sail farther yet
and you’re so far away now
from where I am
on this dry shore;

and I wonder if things would have been different
had I not sent you away
and kept you here
on this shore
where I can still see you
no matter how far you sail
from this shore
that you have never left
and I have never left.
 


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Just a Day

Just a day 
Is all I need
Just a day
and you will see
Just a day 
Just a day 
I will be set free

Just a week
Thats what I ask
Just a week
and this will pass
Just a week
Just a week
This will never last

Just a month
I will be strong
Just a month
Time will move on
Just a month
Just a month
I will prove you wrong

Just a year
This will seem
Just a year
Out of a dream
Just a year
Just a year
You will be
Just an old memory


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Laughing Winds

Hear the laughing winds
Mindless of all the gaming
going on below, just wanting
To see all dancing.
Wiping away tears
Erasing sad memories
Sweeping away miseries
With their melodies.

By CarolineCecile
Copyright © 07.16.11


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Crafted Eagerness

You make me wonder,
with much merry eagerness
How can you craft such majestic, 
poetic verses, pricked by simple words meaningful to my heart?

Your gift of explaining yourself so uniquely is appreciated by me
How can you craft such words with poetic passion
In meaningful words, typed with eagerness?
You make me wonder 

 


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POWER OF FAITH TO ACTIONS

before, i have been chasing the future...
true, there is a must & need to prepare..
yet, who knows what tomorrow can bring..
Wisdom and A heart to decide, our gifts from God..

It lies within us...
Within our own very selves..
How our life will be..
How our future will be..

It's wrong to lay it in all to God...
It's wrong to say: He always there..
It's wrong to depend it all to Him..
why o why????

Cause it us who is living..
It is our duty as humans to go striving..
It is in us to not never give up..
Instead to pursue believing...

Doing progressive productive actions..
not to sit and fool around...
not to be lazy and to be as like parasites..
nor be like also gold - diggers...

It is our cumulative deeds that will lead us..
It is by our most definite specific decisions...
It is by our first step and the risks..

above all of these efforts and foregoing acts..
God will see; God will do His way..
He will touch whatever is in us...
In His God's grace and time, He will make all fit...

BY: olive_eloi
sept. 14, 2013
12:23am


Details | Haiku | |

My Phone

Oh old mobile phone
Thanks for fixing my toilet
Now scared to touch you


Details | Light Poetry | |

Goodbye to Love

I kissed you goodbye, with a tear in my eye.
Why I did cry,did you have to go and
leave me all alone.

I find it hard to cope knowing there is no
hope left.
I sit here on my own trying to make sense
of things and what really is missing
is the love I once had
 that has now left my heart crushed,broken
and painfully sad.

I wonder if you only ever find true love once or maybe twice 
maybe I'll take a chance and throw the dice once more
to see if I find a love again, to ease all the 
painful emotions that bring much grief and I
am aching for relief for my soul
as it hurts too great to carry on in this dreadful
and miserable state I am in.

Will my heart ever heal and move on I hope that I will
be able to live and be happy as being this sad makes 
me feel so bad.
 I just break down and cry  till I have no emotions left in me I simply
cannot break free but I really need to leave 
this in the past and get over the greving  process and
hope it goes fast as surely this pain I feel  so deep
and strong cannot last forever, otherwise I may
never get my life back on track but I keep hoping
to but it is something I seem to lack and it has sent me on 
a rollercoaster ride until my painful feelings subside,
although at present I cannot hide how I feel as the 
pain is intense and agonizingly real that is so 
hard to deal with.

I am crying out for help here as the love is  slowly turning into fear that I may
never get near to finding love again and that makes me feel sad,
lonely and unloved I find no comfort in this at all I am going to try
and take a stand and demand some love as I desperatley need love as
that is what I thrive on without it I am simply nothing.

I am now gaining a sense of peace as my heart has finally 
started to mend and heal and it is a release of my 
feelings and emotions they have drained away from within
my heart, although scarred I am getting my life straightened out
and I am now finding what True Love is all about.


Details | Couplet | |

LET IT GO

It hurts Him so to see my pain.
Though I would see my loss as gain.

My mind beclouded, devoid of reason,
Remaining hot through passings seasons.

The years have come and gone again,
And still my anger ramains the same;

So I entreat the Lord above,
To fill me with forgiving love.

Forgive them for me Lord, I pray,
For I just can't, even today.

Cleanse my heart and purge this ire,
And quench the lust of vengeance fire;

For it hurts no one but myself,
It only hurts, it doesn't help.

Remembering hurts of long ago,
Won't help a thing, so let it go.

                                     Judy Ball

Do you really think your enemies care how angry you are? 'Course Not!
In fact, they enjoy your discomfort and Satan's having a ball, sooooooooo --- Let It Go.

"Never take revenge, Beloved, but leave room for the wrath of God, for it is written,
'Vengeance is Mine, I will repay', says the Lord."
                                                            Romans 12:19


Details | Rictameter | |

The Separation

As the world turns, with fury my passion burns. I gave it to them raw, but they've yet to learn. Who can speak to you the words I spoke - The rhymes I quote, or the lines I wrote? I’m separate. There are different strokes. They poke. I stroke. Best believe, soon I will make them all believe. I shall leave them all shocked and appalled. And watch each drop their jaws in awe of me! I shall now roll up my sleeve… In the event of my ascension, I shall now rise And behold from on high my foes demise. This is the separation.


Details | Lyric | |

Looking for Tomorrow: Lyrics and Song

You can hear here: http://www.muziboo.com/mdegenhardt/music/looking-for-tomorrow/

I can't believe...that it's all gone
Some people I know, they've wandered on
Some have stayed,
While some have gone
I don't even know
But I go
Forward
Looking for tomorrow
I'm looking for tomorrow

And in this time, when money's scarce
I can't decide which is worst
Whether I miss bills
Or miss my kids
I don't even know
But I go
Forward
Looking for tomorrow
I'm looking for tomorrow

I'm looking for tomorrow
We're all looking for tomorrow

Maybe tomorrow will see us through
Until then, what else can I do?

I'm looking for tomorrow
Yeah, working for tomorrow
We're all looking for tomorrow
Looking for tomorrow


Details | Rhyme | |

Dead Weight

			

Time is wearing thin as the patience in my head.
Ideas arrive for me to try and put this stress to bed
Love for all that’s good is supposed to be a given
But I’m chastised for the things I’ve said
And stoned for how I’m livin’

All things corresponding on this earth 
You bet have met some friction
Embrace and accept for what it’s worth
Instead of treating it as an affliction

Each and every breathing life, 
must come to an instant end.
Eliminate dead weight with a knife
and roll with genuine friends.

~JSLambert


Details | Free verse | |

Forty-Six Cents

I went to Church this morning with my head already bowed.
I would hear the sermon, but my heart was heavy now.
Sooner or later I would put my offering on the plate.
And tied to that offering was an envelope with my name.
I wouldn’t relent using the envelope; it was a matter of pride to me.
Even if a few would know my plight and shame, this eve.
Truly it was all I had… but giving less isn’t a sin, 
So I tried to hold my head up, as I put the envelope in.
Last Sunday I didn’t go, and regrets have plagued me so…
So here I am at church with my both my head and heart rightly bowed.

Jesus gave us a parable of a poor woman and what she gave.
Would I have less courage than to do the same?
The church is built upon offerings and dutiful work, too.
And I’m unable to work so the offering will have to do.
Forty-Six Cents may not seem like much.
But I will pay my portion as best as I can do.
The amount isn’t monumental and maybe won’t be felt.
But even small amounts help add to the Church’s work.
So as I lay my envelope down… It is with some small hope… 
My prayer this day became… that in some small way it will be felt.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Spare A Penny For Your Thoughts

If I could share my thoughts with you, you may wonder
what I would say or do, but I will express my feelings and
thoughts  to you, the way I know best.
It is my way of dealing with issues in life by expressing myself
through verse as it releases the emotions either painful or joyful
and it is very satisfying and brings relief to a stricken heart filled
with grief.
It helps me to cope when there seems no hope and helps me feel
in control of my heart, mind and soul.

I could write for days, sharing thoughts,feelings, fears, but all
I wish to share is my gratitude for having such an amazing,
positive attitude when I was low, you showed me the way to go.
You held me high to stop the tears I cry, you touched me with tenderness
when I need a human touch and my heart felt that very much.

You showed me how to be happy when I was sad, you made me feel
better when times were bad, you comforted me through dark days and
was always there to show love and affection which really showed you
cared beyond belief and this brought a special kind of relief to my soul
when in my life I was full of pain and grief and you made my broken
crushed heart whole. 


Details | Ballade | |

Be here now

Be Here Now.

Now I’ve known fear my whole damned life
And I’ve seen worry, and I’ve seen strife.
‘Been afraid of living and afraid of dying
‘Been reading lots and I’ve been lying.
Acting like I know the story;
The fall to Hell, and the rise to glory.
But now I know, that I know naught
And I know that Truth, it can’t be taught.

But sometimes I do come upon
Some wise man who may sing his song
In such a way, I see the truth.
I see it clear, don’t need no proof.
With eyes like oceans, mystic orbs!
He’ll look in me and I’m absorbed.
And his words come out, so all in tune
Just fingers pointing at the moon.

These guys they speak of a mystic state.
When I hear them, I don’t hesitate
To believe each word that comes through them
As each they say the same again.
“Be here now! my friends” they say
“It’s the only time there is”
And the truth of this be in those eyes
And their faces filled with bliss…

2003.


Details | Free verse | |

To keep our torches afire

 When gray, we are away
 From light that brightly shines
 As if around under a cloud
 We roam, spirit forlorn.
 Our thoughts turn inward
 And we dwell in a well
 Of self righteous indignation
 Which harrows down to our bone marrow
 And sap our energy trapped
 By an arraign of complain.
 The body stricken get sickened
 Little will drugs do to reconstruct
 For it had all begun without the sun
 And we chose to complain and blame
 Outside forces for the extinct of our torches.

 
 We must then choose not to loose
 Life is too precious to waste in recession
 When we are endowed with a soul
 That constantly strives for sunshine.
 We realize that we can choose to shine
 We realize that our precious eyes
 Were given to look outward to things of wonder
 Not to ourselves to seek to delve
 Upon the shelf of a museum, kept
 Tied to tinted glass like shackles.
 And while we sway in the gray
 So consumed with our costumes
 We did not see the sudden sunbeam
 That broke through to reach to the yoke
 Of our awesome fabric, connected to His
 To lead us all to a haven we call heaven.

© March 2012


Details | Rhyme | |

Church Porn

forever seemed to long for me
so i chose to make it start today
i went to church, (which is rare for me)
and sadly for you, i ran away.

i sat through the horrible singing
even though it was by a professional choir
it was great going to a concert for free
but God, they have made you a liar

when i tell people i hate Christians
they wonder why if I'm 'one of them'
just keep reading my story
you'll understand by the end

you see, it wasn't that the music was bad
it was all on key and harmonic
but the thing that bothered me
everyone's actions were also melodic

they all swayed in a zombified way
and i tried but i couldn't feel God
i was trapped in the middle of a cult meeting
disguised as a church building squad

all that mattered were the numbers they brought
whether it be people or money
they higher the digits became
the more i found it funny

funny that 'this' is what church has become
funny that 'these' are the holy
funny that 'this' is what they make god
all because they changed him so slowly

the world doesn't hate us because we don't sin
by us i mean those who are saved
they hate us cause you act like you don't
and make them feel like we're enslaved


Details | Free verse | |

Gay

I am gay.
I'm not a disease, I'm not a problem
I'm not an affliction
I don't need treatment.
I don't need help
I'm not sick
I'm not confused
I'm not a sin.

I am gay.
I'm your daughter
Your sister
Your friend
Your co worker
Your classmate
Your acquaintance
A complete stranger

I am gay.
I need love, just like you
I need smiles
I need support
I need a hug
I need a friend
I need a family
I need acceptance
I need understanding
I need you

I am gay.
I know what love is
I know what pain is
I know what hate is
I know what life is

I am gay.
And I need you to love me
The same way you loved me before you knew

I am gay.
And I have experienced hate
From more people than just you

I am gay.
And I wont change. 
I wont give up.
I wont back down.
I wont pretend.
I wont lie.
I wont deny.
I wont hide.
I wont hurt.

I am gay. 

And that's okay.


Details | Epic | |

Mind Thought Determination

What is mind thought determination? 
It is the sophisticated thoughts of a individual wit self-taught mental sophistications.
 It is the chemical mind thought process brain inspirational enhanced created word creations.
 It is the one thought that keeps your hopes from being eliminated by your own weak minded self-doubt double eliminations.
 It is the the thought that can turn your own pains into pleasure of our own sensified sensations. 
It is the thought that can turn you into a leader of tis lost generation to inspire my reservation and maybe even in others parts of this nation to get your own redemptive vindication of those who took away your aspirations.
 THIS WORLD IS YOURS FOR THE TAKNG. 
Mind thought determination is for your embracing not to be forsaken, 
you are your own movie in the making, let not your hope in the mind be shaken.
 MIND THOUGHT POWER over all tis senseless hating, we got to stop all our senseless
 chasing, you are forever a leader in this free world racing. 
If you locked up it don't matter how much time that you facing. 
INCARCERATION IS JUST A MIND THOUGHT METAPHOR FOR SELF-INFLICTED IMPOSED LIMITATIONS.
 It is the thought to use what is against you and turn your hateration into inspiration.
 IMPRISONMENT or EMPOWERMENT the choice is yours REINCARNATION over REHABILITATION. 
My mind has but one destination of all mankinds fascinations .....and that is to finally use my MIND THOUGHT DETERMINATION.........


Details | Free verse | |

First Breath after Death

I used to live, within a dream
a small cog in the consumer machine
materialism dazzled, with an intriguing gleam
I wanted so much, I nearly burst at the seam.

Then I awakened a voice inside
which promised to take me on a much greater ride
I wasn't sad....when the old me, he died
It was with joy not sorrow, I sat there and cried.

A second chance, I'm born again
alleviation of all of that pain
I've been cleansed, by a conscious rain
which opened the Pineal bit of brain.

I felt alive, but I acted dead
I took little notice of anything said,
Now, I find my own truths instead
spoken by a voice inside my own head.

The transition was mightily fast
27years changed, after one night had passed
I never knew I was only flying at half mast
thinkin' I was winnin' but really comin' last!

But truth's not heard
if you walk with the herd
can't fly freely, or soar like a bird
if you believe, every single damn word.

The message which now flows through me
is filled with a positive and sacred Divinity.

I swam the sea of despair, as if it wasn't even there
I crossed the abyss of wisdom, on a shaky rope bridge
I sipped from the fountain of knowledge
and I drank it dry, I now feel really high
why don't you give it a try? Kiss that old life goodbye,
Life's so much better, after you die!!


A poem by John-Ovan.P.Hull to be entered in the Coming of Age poetry contest.
©John-Ovan.P.Hull


Details | Free verse | |

Moment To Moment

Moment to moment… and from breath to breath…
I decide which bills to pay from this second to the next.
This one today… that one comes next…
All waiting my next payday.... never to come…
Things aren’t the same… never will be again…
I sold the last of my jewelry to pay the last bill...
A garage sale gave nothing worthy again, still…

The days travel insistently around the clock
They are quick and fleeting and leave me behind.
My options diminish more daily
Tomorrow will bring more of the same.
No one is hiring unless you already have a job.
Two Thousand arrived for one janitor to hire.

Where is my white knight to scoop me upon his horse?
Where are the promises made to a child?
Where went my home with a white picket fence?
Where is my future I hoped to retire upon?
Where went my gifts for laughter and fun?
Where went the next Christmas for my son?
They are gone and moment-to-moment is all I can see…

Is there any one out there… who isn’t like me?
In honor of every man and woman... feeling lost, forgotten, and alone.
Moment to moment I'll remember to sing our song.
We won't go unheard... while I am around...


Details | ABC | |

Inquisition poetry 101


I stopped to stool siphon sip on a cool blue 
circumstance in the means between the in 
times loath listening to complacent
poetic prostitutional practices of stir my friends 
ego echoes doing the same f. u. c. k. e. d.
favor dance for me when I ego envy enter 
exist your contra content littered with
manic moronic mentaloronic maladies
of entrance entrocities. Lining words
pentamhextamater, rich rhyme, cleaveage crotch
clearance, colic c.u.n. t. coffiure
frantic fascist frames, abounding with 
wok out at me sillo sounds
composite of cruel crisp compound
cumulo capsules of I, me, mine
mousy miniscules in drop dreamy
lovelorn lostlust learned
limitations lauded longevity living
linguistic liquidlovelorn light
leaking lanterns, which bequeath 
*****in broth biscuited breveties
lucid laminated with word wornwaste 
catagorical crass. Leave wailwall  
enough alone when yr tackless 
trash talent is way less than spittle,
your poor prowess less than dodah duh, Po e tree?
So, my wordful children of BS, when writing yr so called pitypoetry,
devoid of dream dance diminutives coinciding correctly with wrenching wraps
of prostitutional ponder relentelessingly revealing a rapture 
of vast vile emoelements of comprosotory 
composites of fecalfroughtfrightfolly of fantasies in 
poet emeritus of urineyourns  a 3 way stretch non nobel poetlorietsupreme
goodfistingluckwiththatcrap;therefore u either play the game or 
risk reside in the zombie aperature camera obsecura word death orbit; therefore 

Assimilitate before u ass umulate, 
Build before u bridge buldge
Concentrate before u cumulo capsulate
Decide before u dildo dick tate
Engulf before u evo enevelop
Fragment before u fracture fantasize
Grasp before u geno germinate
Hallucinate before u hasty hippocrate
Initialize before u initiate
Jackulate before u Jillulasm
Literate before u laud luminate
Mentor before u mirror menstruate
Nurtuate before u neuro negate
Obliviate before u oogle obligate
Postulate before u priest present
Question before u quotionent quest
Recreate before u radical resonnate
Saturate before u semen sacrlidge
Tintalate before u trick translate
Utilize before u usurp ugly 
Victory before u vile vanquish
Want before u willful waste
X-turn right @ W follow the X signs
Yuletides before u yell yeildtides
Zeusotide before u zonk zerozilchotones. 
 
 


Details | Free verse | |

The Devil's Lullaby

IT HATH TURNED ME AWAY,
BELONG IN PAIN, FOR ALL OF 
 MY DAYS.
REPENT AND REAP THE OATS
 SOWN.
HEAR THE BITTERNESS IN 
 MY TONE.
FORGET TO FORGIVE THAT
 WHICH HATH BEEN DENIED...
AND LIVE! LIVE! SAY I 
 TO HOLDETH TIGHTLY UNTO
THE ENDS OF MINE LIFE. 
 AS THINE MIND PLAYS
TRICKS AND PUSHES ME
 INTO A SWEET SLUMBER
WOOED BY THINE OWN 
 MEDIOCRITY;
THIS IS THE DEVIL'S LULLABY.
 NOW BE AT PEACE AND REST SOON 
YE SHALL STOP LIFE'S PROTEST.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Born into lies, Die fighting for Truth, Live Forever

See you lady's are really dudes, male energy oozes from the paths you choose. 
You see straight lines to your end, and you believe it ends there with ONE life to attend. 
Just understand that world is so lonely, but as a whole you and the other boys won't be the only
To cross over confused, by only yourself and YOUR CHOICE to be used.
See the "rulers" of this world had plans to keep us hiding, for a "better" perceived earth or calming home to reside in.
And they have succeeded as the blind don't wish to see, nor asking a ****ing question to an alternative degree.
Emotions run the world but ya'll think its money, government made bills too huh? now aint that *****funny. 
And they prescribe medicine for every condition, thats just regulated murder with your own permission.
And the "leaders" pay for "news" so you don't go knowing, the truth about nature or where we are growing
Its sad you say that we're babied by the kings, you're bombarded by conspiracies for every single thing.
Now if I give you a secret you promise you can keep it? Its a doozy so make sure you can read it.
The same people who control you and kill all our families, and lie to our faces from cities to shanty's, and make all the rules that you're forced to live by, and keep ALL the money we've worshipped to get by....
WE ARE THE ONES WHO GAVE THEM THE POWER, AND WE CAN TAKE IT BACK AT ANY GIVEN HOUR!


Details | Rhyme | |

Metamorphosis

Today I am the changed… 
 
Today this life completely rearranged…
  
Today I pulled myself from a toxic soup… 
  
Today I became conscious of the mind numbing loop…
   
Today I shredded this egocentric noose…
   
Today I realized being absent from fear, I am greater than Zeus…
   
Today I sipped the energizing source juice… 
  
Today I professed so long anxiety elixir, found is the truth serum to awakening quicker…
   
Today I discovered my inner sword of light…
   
Today I found unwavering will holds high authority might…
   
Today I heard an adulation voice say, 
“Just be one with blithe”


Details | Free verse | |

Sicklied Breezes

Here comes that familiar breeze again Emptied of hope, it always returns to refill Some other abandoned soul A soul that delves deep into my own, Drifting in an almost shameful stance Festered ignorance, time, and thought Resting under the wing of frightened hope It is cool, like any ordinary breeze It pleases all that feel it, save I For I know it longs to take all that I have In one…single… swoosh You overlooked demon! Why are you so gentle? Why must you manifest in sorrow and woe? Sleeping in the convent of my soul As others praise you and thank you You take me under tow Forever more, lost in this sicklied growth With a silent tune of rests within notes I remain where the breath is taken I remain your host The breeze grows painstakingly warm Filling all with passions unfolding Each soul finds its home Leaving me alone with a soul untold Always awake and crawling… and screaming Bold, all-knowing and thoughtless Wingless, tainted…filled with dread It is warm and hated by all that behold it And I grasp it, and hate it, and LOVE IT For it takes nothing and gives me all In multitudinous shrouds Beloved angel—why do you burn me so… Leading me into your sick embraces As others curse to your face You forever release in me A despairing freedom that I know longer wish for The melody caught—no room to breathe Harmony caked with ignorance does seethe For all no longer see… I was always the caller


Details | Couplet | |

IT AIN'T MY FAULT

I been havin' a real bad day.
Nothin's gone right and my skies are grey.

I usually am quite chipper and kind.
Not a more generous soul will you find.

But today if it could it just happened to me.
I want to just quit, run off and just flee.

Car's in the garage, it'll cost a ton,
To find out what's wrong, that mechanic's a bum.

The T.V. is broke and the stove's on the fritz,
Can't wait to see what that cost's to fix.

I'm behind on my bills, my account's in the hole,
I'm out of a job and my wallet got stole.

I went to the bank for a loan, buy some time,
And the Bible says Job had a lot on his mind.

No dice at the bank and my car's now in hock,
Without any money guess I'll just have to walk.

I yelled at the dog, shoved the cat, kicked the kids,
It seems that it all has just hit the skids.

I can't buy a thing, pay a bill, go to market,
It's hard when the devil puts holes in your pocket,

To look up and smile and give praise in all things,
To trust Him and love Him and lift voice and sing.

I feel so ashamed for the things that I've done.
I thought I was strong but I just came undone,

When things all started to slide down hill,
The examples I gave didn't quite fit the bill;

So I'm asking the Lord to forgive, see me through it,
Cause it ain't my fault, the devil made me do it.

                                                           Judy Ball

About This Poem:
So often we find that when things get tough it's easier to give advice than it is to take it.
It's much harder to experience hard times than it is to watch someone else go through it.
So we tend to judge those who are going through it if they don't quite measure up, even if we have made  the same mistakes ourselves. We say:|Oh well that was a long time ago and I'm different now and I've been forgiven for that.|
But not if you condemn others for the same thing.
The Bible clearly states that we will be judged the same way we judge others and by our own measure it will be measured to us. Remember:
There but for the Grace of God -- go I.


Details | Verse | |

Beyond What's Seen

You do not know what I see
I see you crying next to me
I see your pain, I see your tears
Through your laughs, and through the years
Past your mask I see your face
You are hiding in this place
Trust in me, I won't let you fall
You don't have to hide at all

Open up what's in your heart
That is the place I will start
Open up your eyes and see
All that's left is you and me
In the end you'll see the light
Come on, I don't want to fight
Together we will make it through
Come on. Now, It's me and you

Now you can start to feel
How much this love is true and real 
behind your eyes you keep your pain
It's all locked up in your brain
Come on. Now, just let it out
It's okay to scream and shout
I will help you through and through
I will always be with you


Details | Free verse | |

Rebellious

                                        What???...

To get someone to read my poems… Contests there must be.
They must be bleeping nuts thinking I can follow all those cockeyed rules.
Out of a zillion types of poems they always pick the weirdest ones.
Allowed only 16 lines… I found I stopped at ninety-one.
And for a topic they want a bird throwing glitter from a tree.
How about I spank them as I put them across my knee!!!
And why must I name it… as they told me? Where’s that for creativity?
Then they want a special comment added in the poem…
I would rather not add plagiarism… I’d rather call it my own.
But, you know, I am so very needy that I’ll do whatever they want.
Well… I’ll do, maybe one or two… of the things they want.
I know this makes it harder to judge the poems that are found therein.
But to me a poem… is a funny bent on my crazy whim.
Then suddenly, Lord Have Mercy… my poem didn’t win.
But I’m happy as punch for even with their strained smile…
I’m sure they read one of my poems yet again. :)

(Meant only for fun) I'm not really complaining. Just having fun.


Details | Free verse | |

Untitled III

Listening to you
I feel hope in something
I feel faith transcending
I look forward to that day when you leave me
All I have is a memory
You will be gone
My burned pocket will heal
I will actually feel a coin
You will no longer be an...
issue
I think I need some tissue
As I wipe the tears from your eyes
Comforting you 
with the tenderness of a cactus
I look at you tenderly with 
Eyes of relief...you're not an issue
I will wait for you to leave
I know it will be a while but
my heart is expecting and my lungs will
Breathe...aaaaahhhhh!!!!
Fresh Air....crisp like new paper.....


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

LOVE ON CAPITOL HILL

      LOVE ON CAPITOL HILL
Love can make you goofey in the mornin,                     
make you babble like a fool, And bark at the moon.          
Love can make you  silly in the afternoon,                  
and make your congressman act like a loony tune!            
 Love can make you sappy! doin things you'd never do.       
 Love can make you zappy!                                   
          And make you act like you was borned in a zoo. 
©  I am RON WILSON and i approve of this pome... Puem... Potery ...Pottery ...whatever


Details | Free verse | |

Flight

Dark skies...

      Burning souls...

                Acid rain...

                     Raging storms...

but still...

     I'm off to save the world.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Sieve of Time



The Sieve of Time



Cast ashore,
along the banks of time,

whirling through the passing years,
clinging to my futile scribbles set in rhyme,


Cast ashore,
thrust into an unrehearsed pantomime,

clenching slivers of joy as weariness descends,
lulled into a peaceful slumber exhilaratingly sublime.


Cast ashore,
hazily adrift, a dandelion seed on the wings of time,

trapped in the sieve of spiralling memories,
caught between pristine bliss, and reeking slime.


Cast ashore,
flung aside for no discernible crime,

my human heart thuds with elusive hope,
though battered, bruised, and covered in grime,

I stagger ashore, 

alone,

embracing each moment of detached, oblivious time.



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From here to eternity


“From Here to Eternity” For three days she fought the acrid taste of despair, roamed upon the treacherous slopes of a dark lair. She could smell the burning of their flesh still raw red Could hear their cries of stagnant regret The screams of their condemnation The desolation of their resignation. They matched her quelms but they couldn't know For in these realms they only know their own. But when they looked into her eyes, they knew, they saw the light coming from inside her agonized soul, Her tears, the salt that healed the wounds of their terrible plight. Oh! They wanted to stay, follow her wherever whatever the danger they'd have to face, but it wasn't the right time her smile, from a heart that knew what was right. They could only bow their profound wonderment as they saw the new road that opened to them, atonement. Then she felt Him, her Lord, and husband looking down from the hill in the distance. She wiped her tears, was dressed like a bride and all who were near could hear the choir of angels sing songs of cheers. Carried upon the wings of Pegassus so gracefully she was placed upon the steps to the entry of the Peace Palace. By CarolineCecile © 09.18.12


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Can it

Why do I chase the atom?
when the universe has always been mine.
Can love evolve from red giant
into a galaxy?
Dust and stone
become skin and bone,
born; fall and rise again.


I love the black holes
of your eyes
for they radiate
much more light 
than they could ever take.
White hot coals made to rake
caked surface of my lungs.


How I long to see your breath
steam up the silence in my soul.
Droplets, turn into rapids
and rush my question away.
I tripped; stumbling
my spirit crumbling.
Hold; release those fingers.


Strength born of sugar
does not last, and it feeds fear
I need complex and organic
Can rotten become fresh?
Carry the inner babe
Cain and brother Abe.
Save: heal the tether.


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We are We can We must

Foreign are the thoughts of others
Like the minds of past lovers

Thoughts to which we may surmise and guess
Intentions remain questions, answers yet to confess

Reasoning reached through the labyrinth of the mind
Shared reactions due to the nature of our kind

Fractured we stand, divided by difference
Splintered we are, lacking repentance

We may pass, but hope remains, burning from within
We may ignore, but hurt remains, entrenched in sin

Pride leads to want, leads to power, leads to war
War leads to fight, leads to hurt, leads to more

Rise and fall, we cycle through civilization and destruction
Start and stall, we succumb to self-imposed attrition

Time unfolds and we're forced to react
We constantly plan, but we often lack the tact

To mend the cracks that divides our kind
To embrace the momentum of our time

To believe we can and must strive for more
To turn the key and walk through the door


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Toward the break through

The fog returns Harder to burn The skies of dreams Have disappeared Giving no other choice But facing a void. As I look ahead Instead of up with my head My eyes focus Searching for what I must And I must trust That the path will lead where I must. And so I walk Upon the unseen road And my hunger Becomes my prayer My thirst is quenched At the river bank. As i sit there to rest A shadow comes abreast A voice bids me hello And as I rise to go He walks by my side A sun beam breaks through and I smile. By CarolineCecile - 01.12.12


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EYE Don't See -Part 1-

My eyes
Pour forth feelings
That I’ve felt in the past
They make my heart ache…
Take it all away…
Oh my God…
They’re making me sink in dismay

When will they break away?
When will they give me a break?

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you hear me weeping?
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?

Eye don’t see
A happy ending in this scene 

My eyes
Journeys into the unknown
Who knows what will happen…
They’re like hidden treasure…
They’re buried far below…

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s weeping…
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near? 

Oh my God…
They’re driving me insane
When will they see my reflection?
When will they heal the infection?

Eye don’t feel
Raindrops of hope and relief 
All I feel…is grief…
Eye sense no peace…

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s sagging…from endless mourning  
And I’m close to my demise… 
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?

Does He hear
My supplications?
Does He sense 
My fear?

My eyes
Conceals the tears that dare to spew out
I feel trapped and lost without a doubt…
They erase my delight…
They seek my hurt…
Oh my God…
They’re casting me away into the perilous sea

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s weeping…
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace throw out my fear?

Eye don’t see
A ship in sight…to save me from my demise
My lifeless body...
Drifts away in the wild ocean...
Without a sound...
Without emotion...

Eye don’t see
A rope to hold on to…
My hope for peace
Has drowned…


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Down but not out

I rise from my bed, 
body aching and cracking.
They say I'm too young to feel this way.
But I do.
They are unaware of the jabs and low blows
that life has thrown at me.
"Keep fighting."
I tell myself as I limp over to the coffee pot.
I chug a cup and gain my composure
before hearing the words, "round 6918"
and the ding of the bell.
I walk out of my apartment swinging, 
hoping to hit a sweet spot.

(6918 is the number of days I've been alive.)


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'Be Yourself'

One girl, one mind
She grabs one costume
And another and another.

Anything to hide away,
Safe from the world
The cruel, cruel world.

Take out the make-up 
Put it on and don't go on stage;
She is afraid of the cruel, cruel words.

The words 'Be Yourself' surrounded her
She shed the costume and make-up,
And that has made all the difference.


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Alone In My Thoughts

**Dedicated to one of those nights where I lay awake at night and feel the weight of the world fall upon me in the dark...**


  I struggle trying to balance success and doubt..
They both carry the potential to wipe me out. 
I lay awake in the dark, strangled with these thoughts...
mind blots with ideas, that storm about. 

 Fist clenched, teeth grind,
knuckles turn white, brain paints vivid scenes that flood my mind.
Fluorescent, incandescent, negative and light,
flashing bright till it renders me blind. 

 Which will take me first, the pleasure or the pain?
Perhaps both, cuz without struggle there is no gain.
They compliment each other like lightening and rain.
Both dangerously attractive in its own special way.

 So how do I respond to the darkness as it throws my mind on a curved dim lit path,
when hope seems down and life can't be graphed?
 
 Do I succumb to the evil opposite of light?
Compromise tempts me with smooth whispering cries...
But I take the high road instead, look the beast in its eyes,
I smile, wink, and chuckle "nice try."



Details | Rhyme | |

EYE Don't See -Part 2-

My eyes
Refuse to see tragedy
My eyes
Marinate in dread…unable to embrace ecstasy 

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s sagging…from endless mourning  
And I’m close to my demise… 
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?

You don’t see 
What damage you’ve done
Just let me be
Leave me alone…hand me a gun

I yearn for unspoiled glory
To make me feel perfect once more
I yearn for flawless serenity
To make me feel no regret…don’t ignore
My calls…don’t hang up on me

You don’t see 
What damage you’ve done
Just hear my plea
Listen to my excruciating cries…
Listen to the truth, not the malicious lies  
Our journey has just begun   

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you hear me weeping?
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?

Eye can’t handle the stress
Let me release my horrendous distress
Eye can see you making that same mistake
At least MY life isn’t at stake

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s weeping…do You feel my lament
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…Stepped on like cement
I’m aching with discontent… I abhor this torment    
When will peace scrub off my fear?

I can’t believe my eyes
Your guiltiness flows into me…
I can’t believe I fell for your lies
Your heartless action rape my mind…you don’t see
What my EYES see…

You’ll never see 
How much pressure you put me under
Unchain me from this chamber
And watch me flee…

When will you be set free?


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My Savior

Savior of mine
I call out to you
Save me from myself
and all I believe that is true.
For my heart is aching inside
and I know not what to do.

Take me by the hand
Guide me to a far away land.
Allow me to escape myself once and for all.

I know not what my future brings
I know not where this path leads
However I do know,
that my heart bleeds 

Savior of mine
Stop this aching pain
Free my soul
from its evil reign.

For life without you,
is lived only in vain.

Savior of mine
I give myself to you
Broken and scared
For this is all that I can do.

For with you
nothing of myself
will remain
From this point on
I can only gain.

Thank you for saving me
This unworthy soul is now set free.


Details | Rhyme | |

Restore the Walls of Jericho

Blasphemy…cloud over their hearts of gold
Their value gradually diminishes…their weapons turn to mold
Serenity…deserted them and neglected them like orphans 
Their joy rapidly wears out…they mislaid their abundant portions

They yearn,
“RESTORE the walls of Jericho!”

Anguish…shadows over their dwelling, sacred place 
Their weaknesses manipulate them – they’re the definition of disgrace
Danger…defeats them and tarnished them as if they were worthless
Their prosperity shattered straightaway! REBUILD our merriness!

They plead and pray,
“Dona nobis pacem…”  

Hear our hesitation and supplication…we’re beneath the bricks and remains
We’re buried alive literally! We’re becoming one with the ground
Fear and despair erases our soothing dreams…we’re getting washed away in the drains
We’re searching for shelter…we’re getting hunted down – we’re barely surviving 

They churn…
They coil…
They drift away…
They spoil…
In their miseries…
Does He hear their pleas?

“SAVE ME!”
“Bestow blessings upon us!”
Are you ignoring us deliberately?
 “Give us a helping hand
And lead us to the promise land!”

Misfortune unravels in this city of bafflement
Their strengths repaired our souls…we’re the definition of bravery! 
Desolation and disbelief demolishes the walls of Jericho…
Does anyone sense their resentment?
Their charity transformed to greed suddenly – 
Their lack of optimism and gratitude  
Buried them down in captivity
 

How can you bear their poverty? 
How can He save them from destruction and pity?

They whisper on His Holy Hill,
“Dona…Nobis…Pacem…” 

Don’t let the battle overthrow ’em!


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We Search For Direction

In the beginning of plight,
We venture off and take action
Beyond the mysteries of the day and night
We search diligently for safety and direction 

The aftermath of our flight
Brought us good luck and success
If we look forward...we'll eventually find light
We must get out of this cave...
Or we'll be stomped on by distress

You're our journey's end
Where is the escape route?
Beyond the present anguish, our spirits will ascend
With God's help, we'll find a way out...
No doubt


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An Occult Fairytale

 
Throw all your roses in the air, For there is no need of love in this lair Corpses laugh and spin Spirits run and play, Under silver ash shadow Magical sparks fill you here, Luring into Sitra Achra Crypt of the Ancient Rosalinean, Majlis al Jinn Lilith’s dance seducing your inner core Nehema’s whispers throwing yourself off the shore, You hope this is only folklore, But you must not fear the dark The Nightmare of the Lost Ark Silents winds whisper Untold truths of revelation to Give you new Trust In Adoration Asphyxiate with Fear As Angelique's eyes Lear Silently you’ll the feel the spirits Of The Howling growing near The Draconian Aeon is here All foul humans beware Samael will always be Near


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Scars

.The survivors. Yes, that's what we call ourselves. We've lived through the terrors of life. 
Gentle hands, soft spoken, safe in his arms. Obey, and listen, and the swirling melody of 
love plays throughout the scene. And yet, this masquerade is always broken to reveal the 
truth. Words sharper than daggers explode around our ears. Bruises appear on our skin. 
We've "fallen", the clumsy females we are. We fell. A sports injury, a car crash, a freak 
accident. Freak accident of hatred. Much like the lion, quiet and stalking, and then exploding 
into a flurry of the hunt. Of the hurt. Swift blows, and blood drips from noses, tears stream 
from eyes in a silver river of desperate please, bruises decorate us in tawnys and majestic 
purples. Reminders of our "wrong doings". We need to pay for our sins. The only witness are 
the walls, and the moonbeams that dance about our dizzy heads. On the ground. Steel toes 
to the back. A crack. Fire. Pain. And then, a cool silence. The rage subsides, and apologies 
appear. "I'll never do it again" and "I lost control" replay in the back of our heads. Our deja-
vu from the previous night. Always the same. Always the pain. The survivors. Thats what we 
call ourselves. And by the dark dance of the moon against the velvet sky, as stars twinkle 
like sequins, and fade into the dawn, we pick ourselves up. New excuses. New plates to buy. 
A new alarm clock. New knives, doors, but no new hearts, stabbed until the hemmoragging 
hurts like a firestorm. Alone. We are alone. We, the Survivors, have lived not an apocalypse, 
not a plane crash, but the darkest part of our lives. Therapy can lock it away, but never 
remove the dark stain of dried blood upon our souls. Lost. We come together, and escape. 
We start anew, but are never the same. Dark dreams, paranoia haunting our shadows, and 
the jumps that come with shattered glass of the clink of dishes. Never the same, but 
stronger. What doesn't kill you is sure to leave a horrible scar, but wounds heal And while 
scars remain as a reminder of the pain endured, we are, for the better, stronger. We 
survived.

.


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A New Collection to the Eye Forest

Crackling blood lies in these forest grounds
Grass growing by its lively effect…
Growing a grimace to the environment    
As the predators hung her on the branches,
carving her left eye on the oak tree
and carving her right eye on the olive tree

They grow livelier…
sucking up the carrions from off the ground
Drowning the vines that try to 
suffocate and remove them for life
left to be in history…unceasingly forgotten 

Now the forest has industrialized into an Eye Forest
Eyes protruding…extorting on the tree trunks
Liquefied by anguish…they had wished to escape
Their pupils punctured by arrows of death 
They grow more affectionate towards the lively soul… 
watching people suffer in indignity and disproof
Here’s that living evidence! Hidden proof!
 
Hunted by the worst predator out there
in the deepest of the forest

The eyes seem to stare into your own
Locked with your frightening vibes 
Feeling your dangling fears and pain 
Weeping them insane…
there is no one out there to be blamed,
even in the deepest of the forest

Oh you carrion heart, soul and body
you are accepted to the collection
and grow insanely and look into a world of reflection

You are one of those who lie in the midst of obscurity 
JUST wait till the day of Resurrection... 

Oh you carrion soul and body 
Surviving through the shadows of the forest, 
roaming along the compacted forest, 
moping about in displeasure 
because without a doubt 
you are a magnificent collection 
to the eye generation 
to look upon a cheerless, remorseful life,
Given away by the predator

They soon diminish the evidence…
Here’s that living evidence! Hidden proof!
You’re left for dead after all

Allow them to spread one of your eyes
on this tantalizing tree
Let them do their job as a hunter
Your awareness is diminished

Allow yourself to not be startled 
Lose yourself,
and later on, you’ll break free of pain and fear


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Dark, cold World.

===== A little rhyme inspired by DaryIsue LockHart's rhymes =====

It is for the lost..  that I wanna find the way,
Out from this dark place, of pain and misery.
Back to ourselves.. how we were, when we were young,
Before evil played its hand, before the time we got stung.

I wanna be free..  but that'll have to wait!
I'm trapped by emotion, by feelings soo great.
And I'm not alone.. in this victims prison,
D.I.Y Labotomy, I'll make the first incision.

I don't want drugs, to ease my pain,
I found Nirvana.. but can't get back again!
Some say I'm insane!  This train of thought I'm on,
Goes through a portal to another dimension.

But it's a dark, cold world.. where I know no fear,
My heart it stops, my mind sharpens.. becomes clear,
When I look into your eyes.. I can see your soul,
I can reach into your heart.. but I might lose control!

Sometimes I can see.. just a little too much,
And round-about that time, I start to lose touch,
See.. I know why you hurt, but I could hurt them too!
I'd make them scream, long, sweet, songs of sorry.. just for you.

However.. I know something, that they don't know,
I've had a little glimpse, of the place, that they go,
Where they like to turn the tables.. and play little games,
Where sticks and stones hurt, but so will the names!

Till then.. keep strong!  Keep your mind awake,
You've walked through fire, I think you should take a break,
But you've seen the enemy, like me.. you wanna fight,
Thats why I walk alone, with no shadow, in the night.


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Okay... Let's Talk

You are pushing me too far, now we've passed the line,
We ain't coming back, that's a fact..  now it's time,
To lay down some ground-rules on you fools, because I'm,
Fed up..  so shut up!  Or get cut up with my rhymes!

If you're gonna pass this test, then you have to be the best,
You'll get sucked in, shredded up, then spat out as a mess,
Are you possessed or just stressed?  Just confess, you're like the rest,
See me shaking and quaking, as you fake a conquest.

You're a little behind,  with your big front,
I'll lash you with my tounge, if you wanna confront,
Try a stunt like that, I'll be forced to come and hunt,
Got you right in my sights, I'm alight, and I'll be blunt.

You wanna take it from me, you are not steel,
You slip and slide from my grip, like a smelly jellied eel,
I want to make a deal, but you flake and peal,
You fade before my eyes, because you never keep it real.

You're living in a dream, now it's seeming to me,
Like your nightmare's coming true, no longer fantasy,
Nothing you can do, your legs are rooted like a tree,
Now I'll open up your mind, and I'll set your brains free!

I'm a peaceful man, so okay..  let's talk,
I'll chalk it on the board, bottle it up and seal the cork,
Remember these words, and replay them as you walk,
You're in a world of giants.. go back down your beanstalk!

When my back's turned, If I feel your eyes burning,
I'll come straight back and we'll see if you are learning,
My soul is yearning, to write rhymes and be earning,
You're wasting my time, these things are really not concerning.

Now I've put on my show..  I will let you suckers go,
Smoke it over in your heads, but be hitting it slow,
Or I'll mow you all down, with my automatic tounge,
Then kick your butt with my Kung-fu, so RUN!


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Releasing Void

Empty
Lost
Vacant in a light-year moment 


This poem is void 
Along with our self-esteem

This yielding emotion needs shine 
Will we ever rise with you in merry delight?
You're not here with us, so I'm hopeless we'll ever do fine  
 
Our hopes shattered and now I have stars without light


Frightful
Confused
Startled by your
Senseless removal
It has been written in approval


These words doesn't exist in your heart  
For our feelings are merely a piece of junk

Do you hear our disjunked plea or are you too focused on your greed? 

You left us broken and envied-- you dried up our family seed! 
We've been trying to nourish our family... but it only drowned us in distressed emotion
But I'll still try to remain true to my devotion 


Frenzied
Jumbled
Bewildered by your action of
Mindless removal 
That has been written by your approval


Are you willing to listen
Or are you going to turn down our voices?

You're always available to come home to apoligize-- we'll heed to your plea
Do you wish to have a void 
Seperating our once jubilent family?
It's very unclear in your pointless decision; the thought of it is too hard to avoid  


Disoriented
Doomed
Disenchanted by your action of
Heartless removal 
That has been agreed by your approval 


Please put a restraining order to the void that shaped  
Nonsensical lines
Please help me with my unstable life, for I haven't escaped
From these appalling signs


Even if you turn down our dissaproval, we'll remain
Faithful
Complete
Strengthened

Are your stars burning with hope?


Details | Quatrain | |

MR PERFECT

To know you is to love you.
You brighten my whole day.
Just what I'd do without you,
I really couldn't say.

Without you to guide me,
I'd not know what to do.
I'd prob'ly think I was okay,
I'm lucky I've got you.

Without you to point it out,
I'd miss most of my faults.
I'd probably just vegetate,
Eat chocolates and drink malts.

You tell me what to say and when,
And what I should wear;
You're quite a find I must admit,
That just shows you care.

You're so well informed and smart,
Not at all like me,
I couldn't do without you,
I really must agree.

Always there to lend a hand,
With "helpful criticism".
I'm so dull and dumb I miss,
Your clever witicisms.

You really ought to leave me,
But that just isn't you;
Because you're so long-suffering,
And your heart is true.

You're so good to stay right here,
And take such care of me;
Showing me where I fall short,
'Thout you where would I be.

You're such a little honey bun,
You fill my life with laughter.
The last time I had this much fun,
They'd just put back my bladder.





(Some people are so busy correcting the faults of their family, friends and neighbors they forget to take stock of their own. People like that don't get invited back very often.)






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Rebellious truth


I sung to the music 
Smile upon 
A whirling dervish 
A Javanese mystic 
A man of nature 
And a Buddhist monk

Ask 
What is important? 
Your creed or your deed 
Being theist or atheist 

Cast out by society 
Just being you
For we are the seed of Adam

People like us 
Banned by society
In the name of 
Righteousness

Listen to nightingales
Be free
For God has 
No religion ….. 


( If this a poem then am dreamin )
19/05/12


Details | Free verse | |

The World We Live In

We live in a world Of violence and hate They say they can stop it Can't they see it's too late? They missed the big picture By ignoring the small Because of their ignorance This society will fall Children will starve People will die And when all this happens Who's going to cry? The ones who ignored the signs And called them a lie? I don't think so They don't care now They didn't care then If they won't care after chaos Then when?


Details | Chastushka | |

Here Without You

Here without you 
Paints me a realization that life isn't easy
It displaces the settling railroad
Taken away by the midnight train's calamity 

Waiting impatiently 
to face some inspiration given by God
Over the driver and I 

By the way you shrivel up in anger, 
I'm not ready to cross through the trampled street
Trampling over the infected cycle...unprepared to face reality's misfortune 
Swimming in its ungrateful punishment

Settling in my sorrow state...shaping my way away from ignorant fate
You lie in scrumptious desires, supposedly independent in your heart-seeking choices
To burn the aches and rashes for all the times you fooled us...took us for granite 
What do you have left to diminish?
To accomplish?

Here without you is like refusing an outspoken crowd, applauding in satisfaction
Ruining the family's reputation...flustering the gas station 
Jaded by your defiant outbursts

Holding up my clutched fists in shame
Holding back tears that reck a moment's peace

This betrayal...not deserving a name

You were passing near us, snickering and cursing our form...our completive family
You wish for scrumptious desires...shaping your heart in frightening lies that strike the innocence of your presence

All the years seem to leave us behind
Settling in the resistible past 
Passing our unachieved, future goals
Poverty splattering us in shapeless love 

Rummaging mad as a furious bear in danger of unyielding snares 

Are we on time to reach the morning train?
And start our life in a new cycle 
This family barely has anything to gain 
You aren't even offering us any advice...same be for you,
Pleasure-seeking mother

Here without you is competitive, but affordable and fair
We aren't crushed against your passionate glares

Here without you is an unhappy environment 
Too caught up in unbearable suffocation and useless bafflement 

Here without you 
Paints me a realization that life isn't easy
It displaces the settling railroad
Taken away by the midnight train's calamity 

Come home... face your fears and embarrassment 
Get away from the monstrous zoo, snatching away impressing love 
Help repair this tear between the whole family with our handyman
Giving it time to grow stable and secure

This family barely has anything to gain 
You aren't even offering us any advice...same be for you,
Pleasure-seeking mother

Good riddance


Details | I do not know? | |

A light to your misguided path

(So contradicting)
Yet un purposely...
I'm seeking what's already been found,
for reasons unknown.
I control myself, 
but myself controls me.
Is there reason?
Meaning?

(Constantly seeking)
What am I looking for?
The big picture, the grand scheme.
So if I found the answer today,
would you care anyway?

(Distrust)
Well deserved

(So contradicting)
Unconciously confusing
everything and everyone

A mind in line with divinity
is a mind deemed insane in society.
A society deemed normal
is a society easily corruptible.
And they will always find a way
to get their money.

(Distrust)
Well deserved!
You have been misled,
misinformed,
conformed,
and whored to the businesses.

(Disgust)
Love overcomes corruption
So what are you waiting for?
(Follow me...)


Details | Ballad | |

Tylwyth Teg Cader Idris

Tylwyth Teg Cader Idris Tylwyth Teg Cader Idris Tylwyth Teg Cader Idris Sleeping atop a Mountain Far from Greenwood village enthralling people of Folly Under calamity Thou Doesn’t notice Thou Do not take notice of Tylwyth Teg Cader Idris veiled as Travelers Believe they’re always here So pay Heed and forever be benevolently And Fortuna pursue thee provide them with Strife They will show Thee what adversity fills our world Light-Hearted-Ale Intoxicated trickery singing blissfully Awaiting Audience, Wait and see shown Thy Hospitality With Bread and Cheese O' Morgan ap Rhys Play the Harp so Enchantingly All Will dance Until death bestowed following the Revenging road Abuse the will Of The Unseen Tylwyth Teg Cader Idris Thy gift made thou so blithe With retribution Thou Couldn’t see how enchantment Curses Evil For In the Night All Will Disappear


Details | Light Poetry | |

dog bite sonnet

seething mass of volcanic ash
erupting emotions, scream and shout
awesome magma, fires clash
i'm chained forever without

gnashing snarling vicious dogs run loose
but starved and meek, they trot behind
will follow or turn a course I choose?
perhaps some peace of mind i can find

but in the lead, strong and mean
seem to conjure confusion and strife
where am i going, the wind is keen
whip-lashed running, fearing life

i'm at the mercy of my passions sore
a great big hunk of my ass has been tore.


Details | Choka | |

Toss to the wind

Before the burden
Becomes too heavy to bear
Toss it to the wind
Do not let it win
Don't let it turn weakened heart
To cold apathy.

Before the sorrow
Brings you to somber burrow
Toss it to the wind
Do not let it win
Don't let it turn weakened heart
To cold apathy.

Before the anger
Turns your soul to ice, frozen
Toss it to the wind
Do not let it win
Don't let it turn weakened heart
To cold apathy.

If the grip of fear
Swallows the hope of your dreams
Toss it to the wind
Do not let it win
Don't let it turn weakened heart
To cold apathy.
 
Before wicked vice
Tries to destroy you inside
Toss it to the wind
Do not let it win
Don't let it turn weakened heart
To cold apathy.

By CarolineCecile
Copyright © 07.15.11


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HONOURABLES

At eighty he is still a coolie
toiling in paddy lea;
reaping pods and
heaping the seeds.

His sagged muscles working
in wonted harmony
But his brain tired of thought;
of his son who died as a sot; or
of his daughter widowed at twenty past
or his wife pulling weeds at another spot.

He has to carry on this moil; I thought
till death to retain his breath.

Looking at his pitiable plight
a wicked feeling swept my heart.
How great we're in contrast;
honourable servants of the State.

We retire at sixty, in peace.
Take home a lump sum of grant, apiece.
Also a pension for monthly use.
Last but not the least
a T.V and a chair to ease.

All this at what a simple price.
For sleeping forty years in office! ! !


Details | Rhyme | |

Do Not Judge

You see a man in ragged clothes
Digging through garbage for no one knows
A skulking youth with acne’d face
Shuffling by with little grace

You see a woman, old and frail
A blind girl struggling, reading braille
You see an old guy soft and flabby
Looking sad and somewhat shabby

You see a lady smart and trim
Stepping briskly, with upheld chin
Two teenage girls in low ride jeans
Full of laughter, full of beans

You see a lad with wooden leg
Stopping people, there to beg
An obese woman, waddling there
While people stop and point and stare

You see a young child skipping past
If only youthfulness would last
A toddler wobbling as he walks
Babbling excitedly as he talks

You see a person all alone
Another talking on a phone
A couple walking in embrace
And soft warm smiles upon their face

You see a drunk man stumble by
With red veined nose and bloodshot eye
A woman with deep furrowed brow
Stooping in dejected bow

You see anguished deeply etched
Someone waiting to be fetched
Another talking shrill and loud
Another standing tall and proud

Yet no one sees what beats within
What lies down deep beneath the skin
And no one has the right to judge
Or criticize or hold a grudge

Or laugh at someone else’s pain
Or live you life in shallow vain
As no one’s truly, fully whole
And every one has depth of soul

And what you see may not be real
But if you can touch and truly feel
And listen well to what they say
And share with them this special day
 
If you can hear them from the heart
And bring about a brand new start
Then this would be a better life
With much less pain and much less strife


Details | I do not know? | |

Forever Somewhere

Watch me as I shoot across the midnight sky
Looking almost as beautiful as I am fast
I do my best to try not to die
But we both know that I cannot last

Flames and faith blazing as I go
Because I know that just up around the bend
Is forever somewhere that I do not know
Is forever somewhere near my sweetest friend
Is forever somewhere where I still love you so
and forever somewhere near my bitter end..


Details | I do not know? | |

Seeking My Dreams

I wish I wouldn’t stop me, it’s a painful problem of mine every day.
I plan things almost forever, then at the last minute freeze or walk away.
Some times I close my eyes and continue to barge on thru, to the end.
Mostly I’m just a coward who’s frightened to see things thru, just yet, my friend.
I’m not frightened of what others will say, tho friends I’d hate to lose.
It’s more I’m fearful of the unknown, with its hidden walls of don’t and do’s.
Every time I enter into my plans, unknowns pop up to stop me in my tracks.
Getting in over my head gives lessons, that stop me from wanting to go back.
Some times I just shy away because I’m suddenly so very shy…
And being paralyzed with fear takes me a while, before I can carry on and try.
I’ll probably eventually finish things to whatever point I can…
But fearful timidness, is always lurking there at hand.
So stand there by my side, and give me a smile to urge me on.
Watch me take off flying, even if I fall down and become withdrawn.
I’m really not alone, it’s also there inside of you.
So as I take off running again, you should take off flying too.
There’s courage in numbers, and sharing problems makes them seem far less.
If I can lean on your shoulder, you can also lean on mine, you bet.
Together we’ll get thru things… tho always with more planning and way more time.
Learning doesn’t take forever, and one goal can be met with each flight.
After all we’re still only human, with this battle of starts and stops to fight… 
If we lose our footing in the sand, sooner or later we’ll get up and carry on.
With patience we can find the treasures out there, and more stars to dream upon.


Details | Didactic | |

GOD'S GIFT OF RESURRECTION POWER

Easter was the earthquake that shook mankind's foundation
when Jesus the Christ was resurrected to give us eternal salvation
yet many people feel that the resurrection was just mythology 
that Jesus of Nazareth did not arise from the dead in actuality
and many people miss the point of what Easter truly represents
as it's not about man but God and the gift to us He sent
for God loved us so much He sent His only begotten Son
whose death was the catalyst for the victory that man had won

In the war against evil we now have God's resurrection power
to lift us up and revive us at any given hour
from Moses to Jesus to the Rev. Dr. King and on to Malcolm X
men of faith whose untimely deaths we did not expect
they thought boldly, cared deeply, 
lived and loved with a passion for what's right
they stood up against the powers that be 
and for righteousness and justice they did fight

yet the masses continue to follow those who don't care about the whole
those individuals drunk on power who only want to stay in control
but those in Christ know for a fact that true power comes from God
as He is the only entity capable of giving life to the heart
the resurrection power that was bestowed upon His Holy Son
the ultimate life support that revived Him after all was said and done

Jesus the Christ had arisen and with Him we did too
for His resurrection was the divine gift that has made us all brand new
so when you have lost all hope and can see no way out
call on the resurrection power of God to remove the spirit of defeat and doubt
the resurrection power the gift that comes from the Lord Christ
will lift you up and revive you to a whole new way of life


Details | Haiku | |

Five Minutes

Procrastination
In my grasp, my hands will work
Crush the bones of time


Details | Free verse | |

Colliding

If you were wondering about me,  
My scars haven’t healed yet 
Your corrupted fingers penetrating me, 
Guiding me into a strange situation   

This place is fairly misleading! 
I’m turning crazed and disoriented 

Colliding…Colliding…Oh, colliding

If you were wondering about me, 
My scars haven’t healed yet 

This place is fairly misleading… I’m bewildered 
I have this bizarre feeling inside of me 
I feel as if I’m in space 

Colliding…				colliding…					colliding
					In this bizarre black hole


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Seize the day~

Dreaming of darkness and infinite horror
Terror beguiles anticipation diluting expectations 
To journey as far as I may
                              ….enticing today’s sensations

Several endless minutes tick by unknowingly 
Seamlessly creating
                       …..a shadow to the day
Time crossed morning’s dawn deleting hope’s way 

Waking up with an increased genuine ambition 
Nightmares lucid enough to impact my way

Knowing it is imperative
                      …..I seize the day (Carpe diem)


Details | Rhyme | |

BE STILL

The angst that fills my seeking heart,
Revealed to me a missing part.
More to life there has to be,
More that is evading me.

I’m looking for the perfect way
But it has slipped by me today.
Novels read gave not the right
Answer that I need tonight.

Nor in the airwaves, did I hear
Any revelations clear.
Not in a stream or bubbling brook,
It must be where I failed to look.

Among the traffic, I’ve not found
Worthy words that are profound.
Pay-per-view gave no reply
Leaving me to wonder why.

The stress of what I’m going through
Prevents my knowing what to do.
More to life there has to be,
More that is evading me.

I’ve looked beyond and far below,
Finding only what I know.
The angst remains with me, no doubt.
Resolution, alas, gives out!

Exhausted by my busy quest,
This hopeless heart decides to rest.
When, in my silent spirit heard
A soothing, but prophetic, word.

The sound was slight, a stealthy sleuth
Whispered, “John, Eight Thirty Two.
And once you see the perfect WAY,
Read Forty Six Ten, in Psalm today!”


Details | I do not know? | |

Within Me


Within Me

Flowing through the rivulets of my everyday thoughts,
memories of you surface, gasping for air, breathing in,
permeating, absorbed by the pores of my ageing skin.

Famished, greedily gulping mouthfuls of fractured life,
awash in distant yesteryear, when your feathery kisses,
banished the vacuum, dispelling my anguish and strife.

You are eternally carved, and embroidered into my soul,
I wash ashore, smashing against the boulders of the now,
seeking solace, begging for absolution with my empty bowl.

The book of fate is sealed shut, the tea-leaves have been read,
nothing remains within me, the burden of smiling has been shed.

Now I am stranded, between dreams and the empty years ahead,
searching for forgiveness, in the miles I have yet to wearily tread.



Details | I do not know? | |

Illegitimi non Carborundum

Illegitimi non carborundum ;-)


...Staggering, my vision cloudy,


I fall to the hard ground.


when life’s sharp left-jab leaves my face bloody,


and all that surrounds me, is the desolation of loss I feel all around.



I see myself slipping,

down the abyss to where nothingness exists,


still, I cling on, groping for a foothold,

for my will to stay persists.



I clamber up, I stand my ground, though battered and bruised I may be,


my curtain is not falling yet, I have some fight still left in me.



It is then, in the pit of despair, when all seems bleak and painful and dull,


I summon the strength from deep within,


I rise, slowly, to face the day,


I refuse to sink,

to wallow, to surrender, to throw in the towel,


to drown,


for I am stronger now,


indeed I am, after all the years, and all the battles,


I stand, bruised and bloody,


still,


I stand,


I refuse, to sink, to drown,


for they can try, to punish me some more,


but I shall not allow them to grind me down…


;-)


Details | I do not know? | |

Dedication

For anyone who has ever felt different
And all the while yearned to be the same 
For anyone who has encountered gross indifference
And wondered if somehow they were to blame

For anyone who’s been unsure of what to do 
And pushed on seemingly without success
If any of these things ring true for you
Congratulations you’re truly one of us…

…a human being




This poem appears as the dedication in an top-notch anthology of light verse entitled “All Said & Done”. The book is being sold to raise money for a UK Autism charity and it contains works from some distinguished poets e.g  Charles Ghigna, Julie Kane, Wendy Cope, John Whitworth, as well as many other autistic and non-autistic poets.
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Details | I do not know? | |

Thoughts

The simplest things hurt me, because the big things already have....


Being emotionally strong doesn't mean I never get hurt...........

it means I try to only allow the ones in who I trust will not hurt me............

This.......... in itself........................ is why I so often choose to be alone.





Details | Rhyme | |

Hands Awake

Hands awaken! Speak out! Answer to sacred shouts,
subterranean whispering, to stars above rooftops—
thread sunlit branches with the chattering of a thousand leaves.

If fluxes and urgencies of confusion or death
should drawn you into your self-box, I say,
remember when one constructed self-prison fell away.
However you helped this forward,
do more of the same.

Be rain-hands, weeping, steeped in earth fragrance.
Be fingers in blossom, faces turning upward,
loves innumerable, rough-cut bedazzled—
unafraid to be splayed open.

Be pocketed hands, released to the welcoming wind—
multiplying there in mid-air,
riding the four directions.

Be hands of smoke and fire, descending and ascending like ragged bird-song—
effulgent, double-charged with surprise
and now even with mock surprises.

Start at the beginning, where you are.
Don’t be satiate with loll-lolling
recede wave’s tide, retreat back and back
into yourselves, until grown utterly intellectual and lumpish!

Now, you Human Being—you come awake also!
Sweep the furnishings from table. Upend the table lawlessly.
Bring the muscular, fleshy, feminine against the masculine and muscular.
Bring the masculine to the feminine. Bring friend to enemy,
estranged neighbor to the confidant. In a dance of pressing hands,
let subtle conversation play.

Ring all the tiny bells.
Stir the King and Queen of Remembrance.

In over-arching restraint, holding back one iota, so pure notes sound—
bring sunburst, sphere and harmony.
Make your entire body a listening board
forming therein—tender shape around which love
seed unfolds infinite spaces and then…

Spring awake! All to better dreaming
where hope and faith are undashed, not this dying.

O, hear me now! Hands, every which one of you,
with every human—never again sleep,
never abandon!


Details | Free verse | |

Why Do You Weep

Why do you weep oh gentle One?
Why do you cry out when alone?
Even more, why are you silent when you go out?
Do your troubles embarrass you and run others away?

Would it make others uncomfortable to hear what you say?
Would your plight run those away who do not seem to care?
Do you truly feel alone this and every day?
Do you fear what more, next will come your way?

Know I am here… Though we will never meet.
Know my troubles are also great.
Know I too, cry only when alone.
Know I am just like you, my friend.

I know that others soothing words do not take away the pain.
I know that talk of God does not make the problems go away.
I know this dreadful journey never seems to stop.
But I know you are not alone and can still talk to God.

Hope does not pay the bills or bring back those we lost.
Hope does not cure all ills or bring the dawn.
But sometimes Hope and God, is all we have when others fail…
And me of course, for you were never alone.

After you have sat there and silently wept…
Go forth into this day, knowing that in this world….
There are always others like you and me.  
Hope and God are there somewhere, too. No one is truly alone…

Take heart when you are done weeping and know: 
You are not alone: for I am also here with you.
We all have afflictions and problems, usually several at a time.
My greatest affliction is epilepsy among others that abound.
Remember life is an epic to be over come and  still:
I am here for you.


Details | Epic | |

The BEAST

                         
Dawns light slithers in, and it scratches your soul

The days eviceration about to unfold

Your mind all a jumble, your flesh all a quake

And you wonder inside " How much more can I take"

Will you hide behind fortress of opiate walls

Do you muster your strength, do you answer the call

The Beast sallies forth, to gnaw on your bones

And you feel your heart flutter, arythmical tones  

The Dragon comes hard plunging straight to the quick

You lie there a quivver, your vessel so sick

Your hands fumble blindly for vitreous pill

Will it's weird grace you health, will it's ire turn and kill

You draw crystal daggar, plunge it deep to the hilt

Its potent elixer no drop to be spilt

The Beast flays you liver, you mouth silent sighs

And your throat, without will, cries the smallest of cries

"Oh my God share your mettle" your prayers rise above

And He comes down and kisses your wounds with his love

The Beast vents it's fury, apoplectic with rage

For you both know it's victim has just turned the page 

Still the Beast is not finished, your temple to wreck

And he slides up your back and crawls onto your neck

He pummels your skull, sodomizes your brain

His claws scourge your eyes and they bleed steely pain

His feet rake your gullet, your vomitus vent

You fall to your knees, all lifes oxygen spent

But your lance has struck true, and the toxin well laid

You know that this vile demon soon will be slayed

He howls out in anguish, and hides from your light

He slinks from your presence, flees from your might

You have spit in his eye, pissed and shat in his nest

Castrated the Golgoth, shrugged off his best

So you rise to your height, wipe the bile from your chin

And your lips they invoke the subtlest grin

For the Love of your God, companions and kin

Have made legion your forces, the beast can not win.

Your mind feels the grace that your faith doth supply

And you know to your core THIS MONSTER WILL DIE.

  Grace and hope to us all

      Walter

Hep C 30+ yrs, 2 wks post 24 wk tx, BMS 790052 eRVR



Details | I do not know? | |

Drowning

drowning...

Screaming silently for that one breath

of life...

that whirling maelstrom of beaten-down loss upon wrap-around defeat

of life...

that mercilessly shovels heaps of leaden rubble as you try to get back on your feet

drowning...

mute and dumbly flailing in the raging torrent

of being...

but a mere speck of dirt on the tapestry of a world, that at times, is quite abhorrent

drowning...

quietly wishing to surrender to the nothingness that seductively beckons, as you gasp

while...

hoping against all hope that a lifeline would appear suddenly within your grasp

drowning...

yet caught in the ghastly waters of unchartered isolation

feeling...

a trickle of hope amidst the gushing liquid of sheer desolation

drowning...

whilst holding on to slivers of sanity when blistering madness calls out to you

as...

faltering weaknesses snap and gnaw at your state of being, out of the pristine clear blue

drowning...

i have felt the pull of life's devious current as it has stripped me of my self and left me naked and bare

and still...

i fight with every suffocating breath left within

to surface and to cling onto

another gulp of life's coarse and putrid air...


Details | Free verse | |

Life's Gift

Hold me together today
for it is a day of angst
and I feel the fear of 
all other parts of life 
and all parts of death
some are good and not
some are evil and not
time will cease this day
never to be marked again
water will boil away
and turn to steam and 
waft away into the sky
never to return as rain
wind will no longer blow
to refresh the stale earth
clouds of smoke will be
to replace the fresh air... 
Breathing will become 
a labor of epic proportion
no warm sun on our faces
no gentle rain on the brow
no breeze will cool the
parched, and barren souls 
or lay our minds at ease
never to have been loved
this very moment in space
would be the ultimate 
betrayal of your own being
never to have lost, or felt
the wrenching pain of loss..
No death in your life
No life in your death
No laughter in your heart
No mischief in your smile
No love in your eyes...
Why did you forsake your life?
Why did you not use it?
Why did you squander it?
How dare you take such a gift
as the breath of life, and lay 
it aside as if it had no importance...
Your place in hell has been 
laid for you in return for 
slighting the very one who
created you, and gave you life...
This day you shall die the death
of your very soul and body 
for all eternity and ever...


Details | Rhyme | |

DEAR GOD (i been struggling)

Dear God I been struggling all my life
for the sins I committed I paid the price
learned to live with regrets and sacrifice 
da da da da da da da da da da da




I contain unspeakable secrets in the depths of my mind
my eyes have witness the wickedest sickness of mankind
In been conflicted at times
by my on mind confined
implicated in crime and briefly confined

Now I'm a family guy and there much more than worth it
but what if all the beef from my past comes to the surface

that's not what I sweat I got theLord to protect
if the strings get pulled on the devils marionettes
but in the event they approached with the intent of my death
I'd still send shots down the center like I'm dialing collect

always a peaceful cat except for my youth
when I swore that I wore a bullet proof gorilla suit
and in the heat of the streets deepest beefs I found
every shot that came would miss be by a country mile

until that one that came to erase the life of Dwayne
it murder portions of me and the rest if left in pain
in a since he's still here cause his blood flows through my veins
and my faith dictates I can see him again

all though the pain never lessens their are lessons in pain
for what does not kill me gives me strength to gain

Dear God I been struggling all my life
for the sins I committed I paid the price
learned to live with regret and sacrifice
da da da da da da da da da da da


Details | Free verse | |

Silent Killer -A Poem about Depression-

This is the story
Of the silent killer
It makes you feel 
Like a pointless knife
A fruitless flower
Or a wingless bee
It forces the tears
From your eyes
As you cry
It becomes a way of life

There's that blade
That you want to hold
You want to cut and
Make a wound
The pain is sweet
And as you bleed
You internally scream
And shout
For another way out

And think about your brain
It's tired of all the pills
Tired of all the pain
And sickness you blame
Yourself for it
But it's just a disease
And you wouldn't believe
Anyone that told you that
You'll be okay


Details | Free verse | |

Sanguinary Lord

A severe façade of loving tolerance Dipped in an argentine semblance The Consuls of The Cross Weaving a sweven of Welkin Where the checkered ones Are never allowed Their souls cast into the flames Of a greater decay The never ending pit Of eternal torment You turn the other cheek The one that wields the clandestine dagger The dreams of being free grow lighter and light The truth is shrouded by sister-Night Clinging onto existence Never eluding the resistance I will never adhere To your Sanguinary Lord Bestowing The Crusader’s reign Against the sand and the desert’s wane Barraging him over the frame In desperation to appease Screaming and shouting I will wash away your sins Decadence of the ones to throw the stones The ones to enforce the book Has left your lies dry and ready to die No more tears are left to cry No more screams are left to scream No More blood to be split No more graves to be dug


Details | Free verse | |

a day

a day to celebrate.
a day to enjoy.
a day for love.
a day for joy.
maybe a day to cry bout.
maybe a day to laugh.
a truly wonderful day, your on the right path.
it could be a day to mourne.
possibly a day to smile.
a day to smile through the fear from wich gets you riled.
riled up from the day that you face again and again. 
from either pain that makes you hurt,
or from the joy that you earned.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Hurt That I Often Feel

Yesterday, I thought I seen the back of your head,
I felt my mind shook as I started to dread,
That you were there,
But then I realized,
It wasn't you.
As I left the airport,
I got into a truck, that was just like yours,
Then all my emotional sores started hurting again.

And later on, after seeing,
That the friend I wanted to have all to myself in high school,
Already had someone to be best friends with,
I held back my tears,
And fear that maybe I'll never recover
From these emotional issues that seem to go on forever.

And I feel like I can't keep myself together...
Especially when I see two siblings who love one another,
Wishing my siblings were close to my age,
Then I wouldn't have ever felt like I was in a lonely cage,
Envying those who get to have a younger sibling jump into their arms,
Whenever I see them at school...

She always felt like a little sister for me,
I want to protect her,
But nowadays, I don't like the way she is some times,
And I feel confused, and lonelier when I see that she
Likes her other friends more than me.
Yet again, more envy, 
And I feel guilty realizing it's wrong for me to be jealous
In friendship...

I'll make sure our friendship never ends,
But I know that my loneliness will never disappear,
And I will never be able to reappear,
In school with her again, it hurts,
Especially when I don't have someone to share the suffering
Of high school work and gym.
I still feel hurt and sad, everything in elementary,
That made me glad will be pushed away,

And I'll probably feel alone everyday...
Just like the old days, when I cried at night...
And my alarm clock was my nightlight...
Now I need Him, to keep me safe,
And be my light,
Because the hurt that I often feel
Is an inner fight for life!


Details | I do not know? | |

i am bi polar

Most people know i have a inner beast
yet i took control of him i have a leash
I steal his strength passion and creativity
Now i have such strength anything is a possibility
i get angry sad depressed but i use it to my advantage
how could i tame something so savage?
i found friends and life out of the wreck that once was my life
now i swear to you all i promise i can do right
let this be strength to all
I promise you i will never fall
or be devoured bye my own emotions
bye the demon,  the force is corrosive


Details | Free verse | |

A snowy night

A doe and her mate tempt the fates wind driven snow what a delight... new white blossoms on barren bushes over large hats overhang on hoary old buildings highlighted branches on majestic leafless trees magical silence in the quality of light a blanket of white pulled up to nature's chin perchance to dream a new tomorrow... a new day


Details | I do not know? | |

The Crucible

I can only begin,
To express what its like,
To have gone through such things,
As the crucible hike,
54 hours of torturing pain,
Which only got worse,
When it started to rain,
6 hours of sleep,
Issued 3 MRE'S,
5 recruits dropped,
Overcome by the heat,
After 2 days of hiking,
We were issued our masks,
Taken into a chamber,
Were we get CS gassed,
With the rest of our strength,
We head for the reaper,
Into the mountains,
We hike deeper and deeper,
80 pounds on our backs,
M16 to our side,
Ascending the mountain,
Screaming painfully inside,
The Reapers a monster,
It can swallow you up,
A truck had to follow,
To pick recruits up,
though it felt like forever,
We had finally arrived,
Beyond exhausted,
and sleep deprived,
Then the DI's scream out,
lets pack up our trash,
its time to head out,
So get off of your ass,
The hike back was torture,
But as we got back,
we ate a meal fit for warriors,
then marched straight to our racks,
Some thought they'd been dreaming,
Some wild cartoon,
But we had really overcome it,
As a team, a platoon!
Copyright © 2009 Zachary Jackson


Details | Romanticism | |

Intenseloveacceptabletravelism

Decided...
 
Scene 1 (years earlier)

Years of indecision 
Ended in an instant 
My life in third revision 
Starting in the present 

Touching everything I've owned 
Importing their very essence 
Of each and every feeling they borne 
History rearing it's very presents 

Boxed and placed on an empty truck 
My very existence held in transit 
That is when the melancholy struck 
Walking out this door would be a heroic bit 

On the other side of town a lady waited 
Patiently for me and for me to decide 
That my wild single passions were sated 
And to face and enjoy life by her side 

I fired up that truck, my heart, soul and mind 
Pointed them carefully to the other side of town 
Arriving at a place, I knew, true love I would find 
Truly amazed at the acceptance I had found. 

Act I Part I

The Stage of Life

I fell in love with the director.
Our relationship perfectly scripted in her head...
My role dictated, my character regulated
all I ever wanted was a forever love...

I threw out the script
and played my part true...
Ad libing my sweet little ass off.

The show was a hit!
and people cheered...
but we were through.
. . .

Act I... Part II

I am now a free agent...
See the passion in my eyes?
See the sexy style of my soul?

Give me a part to play...
hand me a script, 
and I will play it true
my way.

But, please,please, make it a forever gig.

rlm '07

Act I... Part III

The Horse Trader

The pounding reins
Of yesterday’s tears
Lead me down
The dreary road of today 

The joy I once found
Gazing into your eyes
Is hobbled by distance
And my faultering gait

Unbridled rides at dawn
a beautiful, insipid memory
Breakneck sprints in the dark
an aching need in the final strech

The rhythmic rhyme
of our ride in time
We won the race
but lost our place

Your crop too willing
my flanks too tender
Your mount is running,
full out, yet you ask for more
(unfinished) rlm

Act I Part IV (final act)

Of Tears and Candle Wax

My tears fuel the fire 
deep within my heart 
The sorrow in my soul 

Of this life I tire 
I have known my part 
This world takes its toll 
My tears do not come 
On my cheeks they run 
And me left a mere a husk of a man 

Finding their way to my soul 
leaving nowhere to stand 
Not finding my role 
far away from the sun 

A single candle 
lights my deep sorrow 
A single idea... 
I dread tomorrow 

As a man...I stand 
Naked to the pain. 

rlm 


Details | Narrative | |

Escape From a Sinkhole

Escape From a Sinkhole There is a friend of mine He is so very dear to me His smile is like sunshine Friends we will always be He has a heart that is very kind Where others take advantage of Since love tends to really be blind Usually the use is mistaken for love One day when he was helping someone By pulling that person out of a sinkhole He didn’t see his ground caving in some As he pulled, his strength was taking its toll The one who he was helping, didn’t even see That the ground around him was caving in Well I was there, it just so happened to be So I began to pull him from that situation He is just about out of that hole right now As we keep working on setting him free We will figure it out someway somehow For him to get above ground eventually The escape from a sinkhole is hard to do Unless you have a special hand to lend Coming from one, you can hold on to That is only found within a true friend Florence McMillian (Flo)


Details | Free verse | |

Fires

Not the fire from which the phoenix is born;
Not the fire of the furnace that turns iron to steel;
Not the fire of passion that takes me to the sun;

But like the fire of the sun that melts my wax wings;
Or the fires of hell that scorch my soul
And the fires of the steak to which I am tied--
A funeral pyre that will destroy all trace of my earthly life. 

But the fire inside me won't let me die
"Fight fire with fire" is my mind's desperate cry
For I too am a fire, albeit, a tiny fire
Started as a controlled burn in a fireplace to keep others warm.

But I am stoked by greater fires.
And after the fires beyond me consume me
I will remain, burning, as smoldering embers.
Those fires will burn out before I will.


Details | Epic | |

Silent Wars

My screams are void
Interrupted by blurred groans
Drums beating,
Echoing in the dead of night,
Unavoidable
Silent wars has begun 
Quarrels set off,
Throwing away love

Who wins? Who has gone missing?
No one knows in silent wars


Details | Rhyme | |

Much yet to be written- PART I

Not a day will go by, that I don't think about her. But when I think of her lies, I just want to hurt her.

When a man has given all, he can't push any further. And it's a very short process, that drives him to murder.

So choose wisely your steps, and your pathways through life. Stay aware of your options, and always think twice.

For when a mans life resorts, to the edge of a knife. It's a tell tale sign, he's grown cold as ice.

Now it's a sick twisted world, we find ourselves in. Driven by hate, and swallowed in sin.

The mentally strong, may call those like me weak. But you tell me now, who's humble and meek. 

For if you've never hurt, the way that I do. Then you're no expert, on how to get through.

So you place your faith, on inanimate things. While I place my hate, on cold reality.

But who's to say who, truly knows anything. And who draws the line, on what's giving everything.

For one hundred percent, is one hundred percent. And my hundred percent, is what I resent.

If I hadn't given all, I'd still be on my feet. But here I am hollow, left in defeat.

So push me as far, as you think I can go. Then open your eyes, and enjoy the show...

   CONTINUE ON PART II


Details | Ballad | |

A Question of Honor

Dedicated to Noor Al-Maleki You Try, You Try so hard To put Your will Over Me But I will Remain Free I am So Dirty and So Very Unclean So Please Condemn me Sentence Me The Crescent Is A Lie The One I shall Try To Defy Is it Just To Dispose What Has Dishonored You and Your Radical Views You Have set me Free, Can't You See I Won't have to face a Tyrant anymore Your gaze used to Stun But Now It Just Burns Under the Sun Never Enough to Be Myself Never Enough to Be Free I will not Bow to You I will not Kneel Before You Smothering Liberty Condoning Freedom This way is unjust This way only brings out our worse Hatred and Mistrust War and malice no know law You Try, You Try so hard to put Your will Over Me But I will Remain Free I am So Dirty and So Very Unclean So Please Condemn me Sentence Me The Crescent Is A Lie The One I shall Try To Defy Is Just To Dispose What Has Dishonored You and Your Radical Views I am The Flame you Greatly Hate I am The Flame you greatly fear Some cannot handle the truth It shows they are the Criminals You are one of them You're the problem This misdeed will not live on without the hate of your name Honor Is not real It's just an emotion that only you feel You're another bulwark Against the truth No one Will Bow No one Will Kneel You Try, You Try so hard to put Your will Over Me But I will Remain Free I am So Dirty and So Very Unclean So Please Condemn me Sentence Me The Crescent Is A Lie The One I shall Try To Defy Is it Just To Dispose What Has Dishonored You and Your Radical Views You Fear The Truth You Fear the reality you are the criminal against all humanity We must end these lies Before Honor Will Strike again You Try, You Try so hard to put Your will Over Me But I will Remain Free I am So Dirty and So Very Unclean So Please Condemn me Sentence Me The Crescent Is A Lie The One I shall Try To Defy Is it Just To Dispose What Has Dishonored You and Your Radical Views


Details | Rhyme | |

God Will Help Me

God will give me patience
to deal with evil things.
He will block it out for me....
I hear the angels sing.

My mind's become polluted
with mean and cruel remarks.
This poem will be my cleansing
from the big dog's lonely barks.

I've fallen far from virtue.
I took that poisoned bite.
At least I regained composure
before the title fight.

No longer will I worry.
I won't reach out my hand.
You made your bed, now lie in it.
I'm sure you understand. 


Details | Light Poetry | |

Bullying ruin lives

Every day in school
They would pick on him
And threaten to kill his mom
If he reported them

The constant abuse 
And the physical attacks
For months he took it
And the teachers all turn their backs

The shame and humiliation
His peace of mind and sanity is gone
The hurt in his heart 
While the girl he likes helplessly looks on

The frustrations of the parents
Seeing their only child health decline
And the teachers who turn a blind eye
Telling them everything in school is fine

The attempt of suicide one night
When the father saw him with knife
Asking if he will go to heaven or hell
If he takes his own life

The tear of the kidney
For the force of the kicks and blows
The lost of appetite and weight
The suffering only he alone knows

But he did open his mind he said
I can’t got through another year like this
And when they were arrested then many
Told the press what they had witness

Today he is trying to get back his life
But his road is pave with bad memories
And sometimes he almost reaches the end
And then get scared of the shadows of the trees

Then he is right back where he started
And then he has to start again with frustration
Sometime lashing out at his parents and family
Trying to get some much need attention

Looking at him very quite sitting alone
Wondering what’s going on in his poor mind
And wishing to that one day god will
Bring him the peace he so much wants to find

He is a fighter and his will are very strong
Yes today he is along way from there
And I know that eventuality the time will come
His smile will return that has now disappear

The war must be over for now
But every day he has a battle to face
But in the end he will be victorious
And get back his life that has been misplace

So many kids has and are being bulled
And some are talking their own lives
For when you feel all hope is gone
Then it’s very hard to survive

They are sick and tired of the abuse,
and they little minds fought so hard, so very long,
And was just couldn’t make it
through the pain, and stayed strong.

I wish all students will look after the weak
The ones who are very quite and shy
And if the teachers and students do this
Then so many of our children will not have to die


Details | Free verse | |

It's Not Your Fault

The thing about life
is that
it can end in an instant

When the rope of the
harsh words
wraps tightly around your 

Neck squeezing tighter
and tighter
you just want to jump

To end it all to end all
the pain
and the hatred and words

It is not only the words
that push
you over the edge

It is too the fists and
the feet 
that slam into you

Over and over
without
a break with out letting up 

Making you break down and slide down
the wall
and cry and cry and cry

One phone call can 
save a
live, stopping that jump

Stopping the self hate
and
spreading the love

The love i have for 
you will 
never fade or die and i hope

will make you better
to sleep
and to be able to be 

Happy again to 
be happy
forever and always with me

just remember and know
that it's
NOT YOUR FAULT


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

you can't have a security company without having security guards

you can't have a security company without having security guards
for it's those dedicated men and women who are the company's heart
how many vice presidents do you need who only sit in meetings?
how many receptionists are required to answer the phones and give greetings?
how is that the secretaries get a paid vacation every years?
but the security officers only get the blood, the sweat and the tears

divaism, nepotism and favoritism are the current trends
it's not about how well you do your job but who are your friends
bump schedules, no sick days and no paid lunch hours
it's time for us to unite and start exercising our power

we need to come together in cohesiveness
and show them that we won't settle for anything less
to be treated with respect, to be treated like human beings
for the company to show some empathy and not the disdain we keep seeing
we're not asking for a lot, we just want our fair share
for you can't have a security company without the security guards being there


Details | Rhyme | |

A Mountain Void A Miner

A Mountain – Void.
A Miner,

Observes this beauty, a Granite Monolith, looming ahead.
An image to light the eyes, brighten the soul – are fed
the belief that within the systolic, lies pure gold
at it’s heart – to be mined – but it is oh so cold,
hard and reluctant – stories seen, heard are told
yet this miner, digs deep, continues to mine,
a prayer from his lips – hope, dreams he will find
at it’s centre, in it’s core, within it’s heart.
One would hope, that this would be the place to start.

A most exquisite journey on high – into the ether,
were distances, exist not, where, may neither
come to know or experience the pangs of aloneness,
aloneness – none existent – gives life to closeness
as they traverse life’s disappointing, rocky roads
carrying, in their heads, the weight of life’s heavy loads.
This, they may, happy, do together or on their own, alone.
Only you, the gods and heavens are known 
to have the answers to what has been shown.
All you have laid out, all that has gone down,
and whether or not, this miner, is perceived a clown ?,
a fool ?, as the weight of all kills the music, the sound,
as he keeps trying to dig deeper into this solid ground,
this rock gives up, not a flake, a nugget, a vain of gold 
that, throughout, in the past, to others, has been told
existed once upon a time. The miner finds only fools gold
the core of what he has been mining these past two years,
years that have brought him many, many – many tears.
Fools gold is all that he can see, in all that is reflected –
pools of images, imagined, distorted, throughout detected
that one sees, envisions painted upon the shaft walls,
observing the reflected light – walking those stony halls
looking for the source light dancing on wings that fly free,
that would lead them – together  ?, - to what could be
for the rest of their life’s journey and life time
upon this plane, and all that is wished for, you to be mine.

A dream for this old mind, a dream, live, I’d love to find
In the hands of this old fool, not fools gold of any kind
to accompany this old man through his waning days,
the winter days of this life, on this plane as he plays
the last notes of his opus, the libretto, the requiem 
of a life time that will depart, when it’s tine will come.

This miner is loosing the will to dig more for the gold
That lays the walls, those steel bars oh so cold –
That Mountain – Void, that beautiful, Granite Monolith
that stands on the edge, the miner on the edge of a cliff.

B. J. “A” 2
March 14th 2008


Details | I do not know? | |

The Life She Has Always Wanted

There’s a girl, sitting at the back of the bar.
Waiting for a glimpse of the life that she’s always wanted.
She’s not looking for a fairy tale or gold.
Just a little work, and some love not from the usual mold.
He walks in with promises, ending in heartbreak and tears.
She drowns him out slowly, with new dreams and a few beers.
The girl sitting at the back of the bar.
Waiting for a glimpse of the life she’s always wanted.
Two years have passed, not much has changed.
She still comes each week to sit at her corner table.
Some work, many dreams, and a few beers become her label.
The women all judge her inside their private mind.
Small town men buy her a drink, wink and smile, but aren’t her kind.
The girl sitting at the back of the bar.
Waiting for a glimpse of the life she has always wanted.
She has big dreams of life, love, and the woman that she wants to be.
I sit across the bar, wishing she’d look just once more to me.
I turned my back, messed up not long ago.
She told me that she loved me, but she had to go.
I failed to show her my love, I’d hurt her badly.
Breaking her heart blindly, while loving her madly.
That girl sitting at the back of the bar.
Waiting for a glimpse of the life that she has always wanted.
Pulling the ring from my pocket, my jaw stubbornly clenching.
I push through the crowded room, and voice my intention.
Dear Beth, I will love you forever. I’m down on my knees!
Just give me one last chance, and marry me please.
That was two years ago yesterday.
And still my love grows more every day.
For the girl sitting at the back of the bar.
Waiting for a glimpse of the life she has always wanted.
As I nod and thank the bar tender, and add to his tips.
I pick up two drinks, turn to the back of the bar, a smile on my lips.
Cause there is my girl, sitting at the back of the bar.
Living the dreams of the life that she’s always wanted.

                                                                                       Summer Gratias


Details | Imagism | |

RIYADH: HAVEN OF LIFE

RIYADH: HAVEN OF LIFE

R - Riyadh, a city and capital of Saudi Arabia
R - "Raining Men" as lots of scattered everywhere..
R - Raging from other Arabs to Caucasians
R - Real masculine, maybe yes and maybe no..

I - I'm here about a year & 6 months
I - Interesting at first as all is new
I - In few months, I began to think twice
I - Inwardly, I feel imprisoned and treated inhumanely..

Y - Yielding me a greater awareness of life .
Y - Yes, it was my ambition to go out..
Y - Yondering all obstacles and trials...
Y - Yelping nothing but full determination.

A - Admitting,I did get what i like from here
A - Accounting from the fact that saving here good.
A - Allegiance to my family as well as my country calls me back..
A - Admirably, some nationalities prefers us..

D - determinedly, I suppose not to give up..
D - Death could only stop me from life..
D - Diligently, I'll walk each day with faith and hope..
D - Dainty, i must still appear to be..

H - However things are.
H - Hope rise up burning afire..
H - Hunterlike aggressive and brave
H - Honesty deep down in contentment.

by: olive_eloi 
aug. 22, 2013
@2:30pm


Details | I do not know? | |

First Love

When i first saw her time froze
I tried talking to her with my eyes closed
My voice stumbled out of my lips
My legs got weak I couldn´t feel my hips
I was sweating cold and my hands were slippery
So I ran away and let it be a mystery.


Details | I do not know? | |

Dancing Tides

Hope hangs by a string, but it never dies completely.
All your regrets are packed in the corner, all nice and neatly.
Hiding away so that the world can't make a fool of you.
Trying so hard not to do all that you're dying inside to do!
It's like a wave washing up onto the beach, it's never ending.
You hear the crash upon the shore as fake as when you are pretending.
The light from above as you struggle below for air,
is like a glimmer of trust in a game of truth and dare!
And like the tide we retreat and then come crashing down again
We are the dancing tides. We seek but never reach the end.
Gathering our minds, trying to figure it all out.
Hope, my old friend, looks like a twinkle of doubt.
But then the break forms a crack that leads the way
back to the dancing tides we love and like a wave we sway!


Details | Senryu | |

Pulled the Trigger

Bullet wounds
The criminal shoots down his
First targets

How dare you
Shoot them uncontrollably
CHAOS grows .  .  .

Don’t shoot it!
The victims are running mad
And you pulled

The trigger
I’m terrified of your strength
DROP IT, man ! ! !


Details | Rhyme | |

War Poems. What are they good for? Absolutely Nothing!

You can write another poem
Which shakes its head at wasted lives,
And everyone who reads it will
Wonder how war still survives,

"Your skills outline this futility,
These words will answer through the ages,"
Empty words and compliments,
Whilst outside still the battle rages.


Details | I do not know? | |

Little Black Birds

I stare at the half moon in the middle of the day
As Little Black Birds chase half my problems away
Hard to ignore, this beautiful breeze in my face
Like sweet memories that a mind can't erase
Little Black Birds fly to where the wind blows
As I dig deeper into the sand with my sandy toes
This man with his acoustic guitar sings to noone at all
This lady with her shells as the rain starts to fall
Shadows chase me wherever I run
As Little Black Birds fly away in search of the sun
Just like me as I search for my soul
Just like a Half Moon who longs to be whole


Details | Free verse | |

In A State of Amnesia Falling Into Fantasia

Your love, like amnesia it made me forget all the dark forces against me they tortured me relentless then you put me into amnesia from the problems, hope came in the foresight of your prowess and the light emanating from your face what seems calm on the surface is often roaring within screaming, hair crazy like I'm the demon's descendant only strong feelings can push out the weak and those skeletons surface, hurt us and repeat so no ones around and I learn to hate me and no Love to be found because it gave me a profound amnesia. waking prematurely every other time I sleep seeking sanctuary why cant I be at peace? fill up a void come into my world exposed to be touched pay no mind I'm at home when the pain seems too much shut it off like a light now i'm all into peace a presence around me a love like amnesia I'm falling into fantasia calm as can be worries drift away forget how hurt I am for one meaningful day no I'm not the devil but I know who he is he once came to visit and make my soul his as a dark ball inside me consumes me at times i keep inching forward toward the many facets of mind knowing not showing much at all down in the sunrise revived by the fall a natural course of a star entering destruction like lotus flowers in bloom under a fog covered moon in the cold autumn wind healing old scars within practice the old magik into a new growing skill will it be enough the day which stands still worth fighting for.


Details | I do not know? | |

Port of Call

Port of Call


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

with the breath of the ocean a caressing balm,
soothing pained memories away,
to the swaying of a solitary palm.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

feeling the brushing away of all past turmoil,
on a quest for solace, ever so hard to find,
yet comforted by the crashing of the waves,
as the tide cleanses all pain,
and leaves despair far, far behind.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

drenched in a sea-breeze of mist,
that hushes the ache of bygone moons,
tasting the salty tang on my lips,
as the burnished sun,
over the distant horizon,
swoons,

and dips.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

searching, ever searching,
for a slice of solitude,
as memory bids a final adieu,
reaching under the sea so vast,
and seeking comfort in the depths,
while embracing,
the tomorrows to come,
wishing that they be true.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

seeing my truths drown,
as they slip beneath the turquoise waters,

feeling my heart ablaze,
with a passion that rarely falters.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

yet knowing that I am home at long last,
wishing the waves would wash away,
the defences that once stood,
like an impregnable wall.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

I have found, at long last,

my final port of call.


Details | I do not know? | |

None Better Than You

sensually sliding, rhythmically pounding
erotically echoing our hearts
senses stretching, raw passion mounding
impassioned lovers playing their parts

our bodies moving in perfect time
our hearts melting together in the heat
sinew and limbs twisted rhymes
each striving to make the other complete.

Laying together in each other's embrace
panting breathy kisses shared
this feeling we could not replace
our hearts and souls bared

rlm '09


Details | Light Poetry | |

A Year Gone By


This year has brought me much heart-ache, grief and many a tear I did shed
For I lost a friend so close and dear to me
I was a heart-broken and empty lass
As my world crashed down and
Shattered like glass.

It was the saddest time of my whole life that I've ever
Felt so much grief and pain in my heart
I could not cope with being apart
From my dear friend Coni.

I still sit and think of her each day and have precious
Memories that will always remain in my heart and
Stay in my mind for hope and comfort
I do find,
Remembering the friend I had
Who so loving,
Compassionate but most of
all kind, 
What a true diamond
Of a friend I was blessed to find.

In loving memory of Coni Oliver
Sept1956-July2012


Details | Rhyme | |

Abide in the Light

You abide in the light
I’ll miss you…when you venture off at night 
Don’t forget me…
Don’t discard me…
Don’t leave me…   

Forgive me for drifting away from you… 

Please forgive me…
Please don’t ignore me…
Hear my pleas…don’t turn the other direction…
Run with me…into heaven’s light

I’ve given you my soul…
I’ve shared with you my melody
I’ve fed you until you were full…
I’ve healed you when you were under the weather…
I’ve tried to bring us back together

You hang on the rope of hope
I’ll rely on you…I’ll cling to you… 
You saved me from subsiding into the obscure abyss

Don’t reject me…
Don’t depart from me…
Don’t release me…

Respect me for who I’ve become
Please respect me…
Honor my presence 
Protect me from any sort of harm  
Is it in your nature to relieve my anguish? 

I’ve been driven away by my affliction 
I’ve set you free from Egypt…and lead you to the Promise Land 
Have you forgotten my affection? 
I’ve tried to empathize what you’re going through – I’ve gave you a helping hand
Don’t you understand? Will you ever understand? 

You abide in the light 
I’ll miss you…when you depart from my heart
Don’t forget me…
Don’t discard me…
Don’t mourn for me… 

Forgive me for wishing for your absence…
Please forgive me…
Please don’t give up on me…
Hear my side of the story… don’t turn the other direction…

I’m still training for perfection    

Run with me…until we arrive at home 
Hold my hand and we’ll take divine flight 
I’ve cherished you for so long
I’ve lead you to my home town – 
Do you remember where you and I belong?

I’ve given you my trust…
I’ve shared with you my dreams
You’re an apple to my eye

You were my angel of grace, promising concord –
Bestowing blessings upon me 
Your vitality never wears off…

You were my lamp – 
Glowing with serenity and elation
Tranquilizing my mind from despair and unease

I’ll never regret…meeting you that magnificent night 
I knew that that was love at first sight
The moment you stepped foot into the light 


Details | Didactic | |

THE DANGER OF ANGER

anger is not always a sin
if it's righteous indignation

Biblically anger is that emotion which often compels
us to change our ways so we won't wind up in hell
anger is acceptable as self-defense of others or moral principles are on the line
but an anger that is self-serving is a sin all of the time
for it tends to leave hurt, it tends to leave pain and it tends to leave devastation
selfish anger leads to misplaced affection and/or displaced aggression
it produces feelings of strong displeasure and/or antagonistic behavior
the rage and resentment which goes against the very teachings of Our Savior
the physical effects of selfish anger carry the spirit of unforgivingness
but righteous indignation is the thing that we all need to stress

to be displeased with the way that others are being treated
to be upset over oppression, suppression and the way people are being defeated
we need to handle our anger in way that God can take control
and understand with a change of heart we now have a Biblical goal
to be honest in our communication in the way that we talk
to stay calm in the midst of the storm is the way to walk the walk
to attack the problem and not the person who is in the midst of the trouble
to attack the sin and not the sinner who is in the midst of the struggle
and above all in the spirit of kindness and love we need to act
and never allow the enemy to cause you to over-react

the Bible states "be not hasty in holding resentment in"
you need to let go and let God show you the way to win
don't let the danger of anger ever put you on a defensive attack
recognize God in all things and you'll stay on the right spiritual track
for the enemy will try to use and abuse you and have you disconnected
from the power supply that is Our God which has you spiritually corrected
as anger seems to always rests in the bosom of fools
so never let the enemy attempt to take you to school
so don't respond, don't resent and above all never over-react
stay calm, stay focused on the sin and never let the danger of anger distract


Details | Free verse | |

Frisky Dandy Lion

Let the air fill your vocal sounds
Be enlightened by a gospel, energized choir
You are the main event
Brazening with glamorous features 
How lucky could you be? 

I seek not to hunt you down...heartless of your beauty 
Your hoarse growling is replaced by a heartening melody
Appeasing to your malcontent hunger

Though your bones are fit enough to fight...
There's a possibility you could be a bending stem

I don't mean to hunt down your gracefulness and your brazening pride 

Don't turn against me...refrain from being inappropriate in your tensing growl 
Thrilled by denied consequences 

I seek not to hunt you down...heartless of your beauty 
Your hoarse growling is replaced by a heartening melody
Appeasing to your malcontent hunger

Pluck the dandelions and weeds in the Garden of Eden
So you can seek growth and maturity
Meandering around, trying to find the faceless truth
I could sense your controlled hunger

Snatching me in alarm
Meaning no harm...you are a cooperative, cheerful charm
Don't give away this edification...
Except it and don't lose it at all
Burn down 
The resistible temptations
Slightly crawling their way 
Out of drilling fears

I don't mean to hunt down your gracefulness and your brazening pride 

I don't want to be sprawled in your clashing, fist-shaped paws
Snatching me with a hook and I'm the victim who is lifeless-- the fish

Could you recall your dandelion, carrion life dragging you to deeper trouble 
Don't hide yourself in desperation, you dandy, enlightening lion
Strengthening your courteous and courageous thrills
Filled with pride and contentment 

Don't lack humbleness, I see your avarice, heartless auras 
Be the thriving, main event 
Create a courageous scene just for curiosity

Keep yourself stable 
Reflect your will on a clear, glass table
Meander your troublesome ways
Be a cooperative soul to your endeavors
Full of heartening compliments

Bring this ticket to heaven's heights 
Uplifting to your scorching, motionless fate
Running off like a withering dandelion without pedals
Still staying cooperative with the rhythm of the wind 
You are still considered 
My dandy lion sent from heaven's heights

Pluck the dandelions and weeds in the Garden of Eden
So you can seek growth and maturity

I seek not to hunt you down...heartless of your beauty 
Your hoarse growling is replaced by a heartening melody
Appeasing to your malcontent hunger

I hope you could reach your paws to heaven's heights
Where safety is freely given
To a hungry, pleasurable kitten


Details | Lyric | |

COCOON

       BUTTERFLY WINGS
I do appreciate your being here
But one day soon you know I'll disappear.
And when I fly,
I'll fly on butterfly wings.

I know you see someone you think is me.
But nothing's really what it seems to be,
and when I fly
I'll fly on butterfly wings.

Bright light.
Never ending white light.
All my life a sweet ride, on butterfly wings.
Highway.
Always going my way
I'll keep going my way, on butterfly wings.
Out there
I'll be going somewhere
and I'm going to get there, on butterfly wings
Bright light
never ending white light
all my life a sweet ride, on butterfly wings.

It's not that I don't care, you know I do.
And you can feel it, when I think of you,
and when I fly,
I'll fly on butterfly wings.

This is one of my personal favorite poems I have written that developed into a Song Lyric. It is on Youtube, as a video as well.


Details | Elegy | |

Goodbye Mommy

Standing 'round the stone
waiting to say goodbye,
how do you say the words
when your heart is empty.
Nothing can prepare you
for the pain of loss
when you lose someone so
close to you.
Waiting for the words
to come forward from
your lips, yet nothing
emerges past the pain.
Then you hear a soft
voice nearby saying
that which you
cannot;
Goodbye Mommy.


Details | Narrative | |

Hurt and You Could Have it All

upstairs in my room
i put my ear to the floor
only to hear my parents screaming
the argument is about me
my mom yells "look at what your son has become!"
Heartless, unintelligent, fake...
my father replies back
"hes your son, hes your own pile of dirt!"
whenever my family is out together
we act happy like these fights never happen
but every night they do and i cant tell anyone
i have to act like someone else in order not to get introuble
What have i become?...hurt..dishonest..will this feeling dissapear?
I will drag you down and i will make you hurt..
I lift my head from the floor
still hearing the angry voices of my parents
i found an old needle, and i dug it into my skin
the next morning i go downstairs
with a cut off shirt on, and baseball shorts
My father grabs my arm
"what is this boy?"
i yank my hand away from him and i sit down on a chair
"its nothing sir"
my father repeats "are you cutting yourself?, why?"
i grab my bookbag and i disapear out the door
My father runs outside pulling me to the ground
"are you cutting yourself boy?!" he screams
i say "no sir i just scrapped my arm on my dresser"
My father grabs my face
"you better not cut yourself again" he replies
He hits my face, as i lay on the ground.
I didnt wake up until i felt something wet drip on my face
it was raining and dark outside
i run into the house and into the bathroom
looking into the mirror i see the bruise that was left on my face
My father wasnt home and my mother went to bed
"everything goes away in the end right, if i let him have it all, my moms pile of dirt?"
I sit upon my liars chair full of broken memories i cannot repair 
I become someone else, but the old me is still right there
if i could start again a million miles away i would keep myself
i will find my way



Details | Rhyme | |

Dream of Reality

(Originally a song)

Looking through the forest Searching high and low Fleeing from the chorus I come across a doe Her eyes tell my story A heartfelt allegory Bullet wounds of glory Blood spills on the floor In this dream…in this dream…in this dream…in this dream Of reality Walking across the ocean The fable of my fears Through the waves of motion And never-ending tears The sun burns out my fate The birds jeer and scream Darkness falls upon me Nothing’s like it seems In this dream…in this dream…in this dream…in this dream… Of reality Running down the city streets I try to find my place While everyone is fleeing from me I cast away my face The lights go out, the city sleeps No one to turn to now The fog clears out, the darkness keeps Weighing me down In this dream…in this dream…in this dream…in this dream… Of reality I search the skies for safety Flying way too high From the lies and the pavements Where the city dies The clouds cover my useless form The wind picks up its speed Lightening shows a seething storm Growing inside me In this dream…in this dream…in this dream…in this dream Of reality Weighted so deeply with pain Trying to escape these memories Oh! Come forth ye rain Fill my head with reveries I don’t want what’s real! I don’t want to feel… Anymore Goodbye reality Goodbye fate I am happy in this plastic state Goodbye sadness Goodbye madness Destroy my soulless space Goodbye you Goodbye me Leaving behind reality Goodbye…goodbye…goodbye…goodbye Goodbye


Details | Ballad | |

Josette, Drive the Faerie out of me

She's Lost--I'm the one left to blame Forsaken by my potent manipulating game I've killed the one, My starcrossed heart Desires ...But not By My hands I Try To Follow her ghost But the fog and mist are too strong My eyes are rendered useless "You're Never going to Find Josette" The netherworld Spirits sang I Won't lose Heart I Will Win this Fight For My Sacred Josette's Right to Life This is what happens when The Devil's Adovocate Falls for Jesus's Greatest Bride This is what happens When The life of the disease Loves the cure it desperately hates Drives you mad But Wasn't I already? Josette, I'm begging you To Drive the Faerie out of Me


Details | Ballad | |

Small Town Big People

I look in the mirror and see the years gone
I can look beyond the glass out the window
To the yards of my childhood
I can smell the flowers and feel the grass ‘neath my feet. 
I can hear the music blasting on the radio
Mama callin’ me for supper.  


I yearn to go back to that danged town
I fought to get away and never look back,
I never wanted to live there again. 
I guess there’s a piece of me
There in that little town. 

The town is small and so are the events
You’re everyone’s business 
You can get a break and can’t get away
You don’t even have a say
You go to and from and people protest
And those same people will still put you to the test


I yearn to go back to that danged town
I fought to get away and never look back,
I never wanted to live there again. 
I guess there’s a piece of me
There in that little town. 

I made it to the big town K.C, 
Got myself a husband and a son and a place to live
Settled in and made a life, got a career
I swear I’ll never return to my best friend
Comfortable where I stand, 
Happy where I am 


I yearn to go back to that danged town
I fought to get away and never look back,
I never wanted to live there again. 
I guess there’s a piece of me
There in that little town. 

Well times are hard,
And people are ruthless in this cut throat time
Jobs are scarce and bills run high
You never know what you’ll hear at night
The people are small in this big town
Yeah people are small in this big town


I yearn to go back to that danged town
I fought to get away and never look back,
I never wanted to live there again. 
I guess there’s a piece of me
There in that little town. 

I guess the town is small
Just good ol’ boys and girls havin’ fun
Small place, small town, small world
People may talk and people may watch
But the biggest thing in that small town
Are the people after all. 


I yearn to go back to that danged town
I fought to get away and never look back,
I never wanted to live there again. 
I guess there’s a piece of me
There in that little town. 

-Heather Birdwell 9/22/2009



Details | Quatrain | |

Life's Story

The rain falls fiercly,
As I look up into the skies,
Only to see the sun,
And white clouds floating by.

I walk into the woods,
Feeling sharp thorns beneath my feet,
I stare down to the earth,
To see grasses, soft and sweet.

At last I see a rose,
Lying dried up on the ground,
I gently touch it's petals,
And my life is newly found.

All along ive been yelling,
At the wind for being cold,
And shouting at the rain,
When life's story has been told.

I ignored the graceful beauty,
As i blocked out meaningful sights,
For when it's gone I will regreat,
Shunning the flawless story of life.


Details | Free verse | |

Being Free

I Wasn’t enough to just be myself I had to be what you wanted of me Plastic—Mainstream—Liar Without any creativity And a façade for a personality So I Guess I Just Live a Lie Just to Satisfy And surely survive Your torment spitting opinion but then, A Semblance of the independence I held inside No matter how small it let out a cry I will redeem my pride And be perfect, free, me


Details | I do not know? | |

For Bob Dylan

Ramblin' Bob Dylan Blues
(For Bob Dylan)



Why does the sun dry up so many scattered tears

slipping down the coarse cheek of a million hushed fears

where no one is scalded though the searing fog clears

while prayers are mutely spoken even as the end nears

We shatter and scrape on demented knees

Blindly begging for mercy as it silently flees

Searching listlessly for salvation drowned in the breeze

That spits at the soft rose suffocated by a wheeze


I know now what I need never have known

Of hope that was trampled before it had flown

Into a wasted sky filled with hate that could drown

The giggling of the crowd and the crying of the clown


A hope so fragile that its wings were of brittle glass

Ripping the veneer off the sewers of class

Twisting the fabric of the weighed and costed mass

Who numbly waited hoping that it too may pass


For when shards of that hope in all hearts scurries away

To a darkness where crowded night is emptied off the heaving tray

'Tis then when sewn eyes shall behold that doleful day

When all shall tear at each other while on demented knees we still shall pray


For a lifting of the veil of that wilful deceit

That's wrapped up in a flag swollen with conceit

While the limbs splinter in the claw of a winner's defeat

Yet still the drums roll for the ill-fated souls chose never to retreat


From that drenched battle-ground where blood flows through a sieve

And love's lost song plaintively begs for a reprieve

From eternal loss which into raw emotion does cleave

Only to slip through the fingers and like grains of sand, leave.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Pain of Young People

I hate to see the pain
the young so often feel.
I wish that I could help.
My love for them is real.

They need some understanding.
They just want to be heard.
Where are their parents when they cry? 
Don't they read their words? 

They say they hate their lives.
They want to end it all.
I wish that I could help them
and save them from the fall.

It hurts to hear their suffering.
To know I can't be there.
At least I want them all to know
how very much I care.

When you need understanding
or even just a friend, 
Send a note and say hello.
I'll be here till the end. 


Details | Free verse | |

Imagine A World

Imagine a world
Imagine a world with Equality and Respect
Imagine a world with no drugs
Imagine a world with no war
Imagine a world with no enemies
Imagine a world where everything is happy
Imagine a world where school was not a prison
Imagine a world with no struggles like money
Imagine a world with no name calling and put downs
Imagine a world with no disease
Imagine a world with no pointless death
Imagine a world with no environmental despair
Imagine a world with no cyberbullying
Imagine a world with no crime
Imagine a world with no homeless people
Imagine a world with no miscarriage
Imagine a world with no divorces and breakups
Imagine a world with no hypocrisy
Imagine a world with no racism
Imagine a world we can call our own


Details | Rhyme | |

The Enchanting View

Jagged rocks that tip my balance,
Vein like roots that trip my feet,
Branching weeds that scratch my legs,
The chill of the wind that steals my heat,

The steepness of this endless mountain,
The wanting, longing to reach the top,
The feeling that I can’t go on,
I need to let my body drop.

I see the end, the wind grows stronger,
The mountain seems to flatten out,
I can succeed; I’m almost there now,
My heart is screaming a silent shout.

The feeling of success is sweet,
The sky above, so baby blue,
I finally made it; the pain is gone now,
My prize, my cure: the enchanting view.


Details | I do not know? | |

Trapped

A prisoner of darkness
Was all I could be.
Trapped and alone inside
Along a blackened sea
No one to hold me
To keep me alive
Completely abandoned
No reason to survive.

Then there was a light
Small but getting brighter
It drowned out the darkness
And made me a fighter. . .
Before i'd go with everything
And let them chain me down
Now I start to question them
I start to keep my ground.

Why should I let them stab me?
And see my blood run free
There's a reason that I need to live
To let myself be me.
No one holds me down
Without paying a price.
Why should they anger me
Then expect me to be nice?

I now... Have a beating heart
And a gleam in my eyes
Someone to kiss and hug me
And keep my soul alive.


Details | I do not know? | |

Free Flight

Two birds on a wire
testing each other's fire
The lights of the airport
pass before my weary eyes

Sifting out where my future lies
Evaluating my current ties

We run to keep up
holdin' feelings inside
Reaching out in our lives

Holding each other tightly
In our weary souls
trying to fill in the wholes

Holding out our hearts
looking for a fresh start

Holding each other's hand
Wondering why the other has not ran

rlm '07

This one came to me sitting on a delayed flight out of Raleigh, NC


Details | Free verse | |

The wicket-keeper

A lover I once knew, die today
he was alive yesterday
I never thought of him this way.
I never think about the rain 
Unless it flood my drains,
my driveway, my rose garden 
Or dampened my happy mood

Why would the death of my lover
Leave me so sad, and blue
Tender moment of affection: edgy days

Relationships have it up and downs
The past have been trouble: maybe I was wrong, 
Probably he was right: however here tonight

A lover I once knew passed away today
My old lover the wicket-keeper: 
The one I uses to love the most: an distant lover


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Opression

Present, in this bed I lay, and
tonight, they will order me to pray.
Within these four walls that contain my madness,
only god and repentance will absolve me of my sadness,
for I had once dared leave the solitude of my mind.
How can I pray when my hands you bind?
No longer a free being am I, in this world.
I can no longer shout, so how will I be heard?
Yesterday, my spirit and I were defeated, and
tomorrow I fear this will all be repeated.
Haven't you heard a word that I say?
How will I get better, bound, gagged and unable to pray?
Why in your faces, does my agony bring you gladness?
Am I onto a secret, therefore deemed made of badness?
The only thing you have ever inclined,
is that no free thinking man will be left unrefined.
All will be plucked, one by one from the herd,
and if non-compliant, forever be labeled absurd.
Like sinners, and the insane, they will be treated,
and if not changed, they will be deleted.
Well then, a martyr in this life I will now play, for
your disgrace I will not now, I will not ever obey.

-May god have mercy on your souls.


Details | I do not know? | |

Saturday Rain in Johannesburg

Saturday Rain in Johannesburg…


…With sighs of torrential passion,
the heavens shower teardrops,

weeping with me,
as memories of you come cascading back,

skin on skin, ablaze,
moist kisses, fiery,
gentle whispers of undying love, murmured,

in another life, another time,

far removed from my present, a desolate state of despair,
wallowing in the grime.

…

The rain keeps falling,
each teardrop stinging my face,

tasting the salt on my lips,

I wonder, do you still remember the caresses of my fingertips,

between breathy confessions, and vows of eternal love,

before you left me, stranded on an island of solitude,

wounded as a wingless dove,

bereft of life,
stripped of all traces of fortitude


Details | Free verse | |

Serenity Blooming

To know with full certainty

That the path you tread

Is of your own free will



To see with sudden clarity

Astray you were lead

And the destiny you fill



To be yourself again

No bonds to impair

Knowing where you’ve been

Letting down your hair



Your beautiful new wings spread

To dry in the early morning sun

Distant memories wipe away the dread

Standing your ground, no need to run



Blossoming in a garden fair

Laughter comes lightly to your lips

Spirit renewed and heart repaired

Wonderful futures within your grip.



Rlm


Details | I do not know? | |

for Gary Moore

for gary moore...

...ain't nothing but the blues

talkin' sweltering licks

screaming through flaming hues

reaching deep, deep into that wandering soul

of devilish chords on those walkways of paris

strutting and strumming, never taking a mere stroll

so though your time here and now may be up 

and though your moments here and now may be through

forgive me for borrowing your words again

cos' we still got the blues for you...


Details | Lyric | |

Bipolar - The Revised Lyric

Here is the finished revised Lyric for Bipolar. The song can be heard at my poetry website vbdosa.com and then clicking the Bipolar link.
     BIPOLAR
Sometimes I can feel a magic like I've never known.
I could run a thousand miles. Run a thousand miles.
Sometimes it's more like I'm dying here all alone.
Sometimes I think I'll die alone.

Sometimes I can reach out for you, but you're made of stone.
I could die a thousand times. Die a thousand times.
Sometimes it's more like you're showing me I'm not alone.
Sometimes I think I'm not alone.

Euphoria. Up and down. In and out.
Up and down. Euphoria.

Sometimes I can feel a magic like you've never known.
I could run a thousand miles. Run a thousand miles.
Sometimes it's more like you're showing me I'm not alone.
Sometimes I think I'm not along.

Up and down. In and out.
Up and down. In and out.
Euphoria. Then I'm down. Down. Down.
Euphoria. Then I'm down. Down. Down.
© ron wison


Details | Rhyme | |

Sacrifice

You have lifted me up from the worlds degradation
filled my soul with your Sons elation
In your Son my spirit found it's life
nothing here can compare to treasures of wife

In love he has healed mind and heart
his compassion has filled our every part
Oh God bowed low fallen do I kneel
that the lowly and unworthy do you seal

As lambs who walk among the wolves
follow the shepherd and seek his truths
and beside still waters does he lead
only those to whom his words do take heed

Into the tabernacle do we flee
for in your Son is our sanctuary 
examples of Truth we give our lives
to partake the Truth must brake from lies

Like the earth with flood waters were inundated
that the influence of demons be dissipated
the Truth of God falls in the latter rain
knowledge that the earth will be cleansed again

Downward you have sent the hearts of men
so that they may see the beast within
in fallen state to see oneself
compared to the character of Gods wealth

In your garden there was perfection
the firstfruits taste of it's selection
hand chosen by you to be as your Son
anointed and with your sealing done

Your Word oh God has become their bread
and their wine of joy where Jesus led
they loved not their lives unto death
for you Oh Lord giver of life and breath

Many are called but few are chosen
as their faith is scorched choked or frozen
only the seed that lands in good soil
will know your Spirit Life's burning oil

Through the temple curtain have they passed
to the alter with sacrifices that ever last
life and body are pledged to you
and your words and works they do

If you do not listen you cannot hear
or tell when the voice of God is near
through the written Word and Sons voice
through them has God given mankind choice

Who has the gifts of heaven known
those to whom Jesus has shown
though made lower than the angels be
are raised much higher in eternity

Oh Shepherd of God direct our course
for life upon your path lays no remorse
those you know their way have sealed
they have laid down their lives for Truth revealed

sources Matt. 10:37-39 16:25-26 John 10:11-16
I Peter 2:25 Ro.12:1-2 Apocalypse 12.11

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller


Details | Rhyme | |

My Pupils

Fatigued eyes droop, lacking sweet slumber
But my eyes are an exception…everything’s a blur
They stare off into space…they ache with displeasure 
But I still wonder… my pupils still wander

My pupils still wander… never planted in one spot 
Their cup is half full…rather than half empty
My pupils see what others cannot  
Because… their too busy to smell the roses of plenty 

My pupils project feelings…
They comprehend – they spiral up and down
They express horrendous sorrows…they observe their surroundings 
My belongings are misplaced – my smile lowers into a frown

Optimism isn’t in the picture…bestowing infection
Upon my crestfallen heart 
I’m a broken compass – I’m losing my direction  
My animated heart tears apart 

Their voices are high in volume…rather than using half their volume
My pupils glance in many directions – beaming with glee 
Because they’re focusing too much on their social lives…let us resume
On with our soothing music 

Intrigued eyes lift…willing to wonder in curiosity 
But my eyes swelter, wearily drowning in discouragement  
They spot what others are too oblivious to see… 
Nonetheless, I still ponder…
Are my pupils singing merrily OR are they wandering in bafflement? 

Do I witness the fears and woes?

My pupils reject the precious scenery 
They are carefree – they are heedless of my despondency 
My pupils forever look forward to freedom…observe the hardships and disparity
My surroundings are chaotic and wild – my heart pounds profoundly…

My pupils…
Oh dear pupils…
Will you ever pay the bills?
Will you ever use your skills?

My heart bleeds in the river mills
My pupils ascend…above the dazzling hills 
My pupils spew out remorse 
My pupils are like open doors…


Details | Haiku | |

Invisible

To be seen but never noticed
Like a ripple in the water
That dissapears before your eyes


Details | I do not know? | |

World Song-A Blessing to the Outcries

I’ve been blessed enough
To be protected
Positive surroundings
Never been rejected
Never redirected
No misdirection
In my life to date
No bad decisions
That could’ve sealed my fate
But my fortunate status
Won’t allow me to stall,
Failing to see the world as it is
Outside my four walls
I can and will, 
Still
Allow myself to feel 
The very factors, 
That force
The faces of fear 
From those 
That often shed 
Agonizing tears
From angst 
And ravaging years
Tormented, 
By the hands of time
Forced down,
Forced out,
Forced to the end of the line
Enslaved, 
By an oppressed mind-set
From a hope not yet, 
Seen
Hope deferred
Depressing things
To the point of,
“I dare not dream”
Thus, 
It seems
The band of healing
Should start with me
Beaming
Intensity
Baring
Charity
It’s inherent 
That I help
Him, her,
You
To be the blessing
Towards a life anew
For those who choose
To live it
So my life of privilege
Should I not only accept,
For self
But for the world, 
To be well
Therefore,
My benefits
Should outpour
To the outcries
To the extent
That opportunity extends
Starting,
A non-stop trend 


Details | Rhyme | |

Illusion

Oh my lover, where art thee...   
This morning you felt separate from me...   
I miss your sweet love taste... 
Come back to me post haste...   
Just as the great life begins...   
You decided to leave once again...   
Why would you treat me this way...   
Keeping your love far away...   
I don't think I can live this today...   
Once this is done I'm on my way...   
Excuse me; you have been here all along...   
How did I create such a wrong...   
Thank you for the love bestowed to me...   
It’s only my Insanity...   


Details | Sijo | |

Crush

Oh how the ticking clock still mocks my endless hesitation.
Would that I could slow the time and blind this fascination.
These words, this love I must speak of, my heart’s soft transformation.

www.VillageMatchmaker.com


Details | I do not know? | |

For the Better

For the Better
By, Chelsea Wallace

Surely as I sit here
My life is all turned ‘round
Upside down
For the better

Still afraid to fear
I turn my cheek and close my eyes
Inside she cries
For the better

Someone is near
A spirit perhaps, here to guide
Take away my pride
For the better

Ego has no fear
It still fights the fight
To win it’s plight
Not for the better

Wine, gin and beer
How attractive they become
Glamour and chic, vodka and rum
Not for the better

Look in the mirror
Spirit save my life
Save my life
For the better





Details | I do not know? | |

Pain

It hurts

Happy moments amidst depressing times
Hearts not in love can't break can they?
Well how can hearts believe they're in love
When actions speak differently?

Moments of lust amidst a claim of love
Will those who wait truly find what they wait for?
Do hasty decisions ever make for wise ones?

Moments of action amidst patterns of thought
Unexcused bitterness challenges the attempts to find true happiness
How can someone have so much and yet feel so empty?


Details | Epic | |

Under Pressure

Hold your breath
Take a drift into the sobbing clouds 
Keep them away from drowning death
They remained under pressure for years 

The clouds can't help it
They must release the pain and pressure

So they drown themselves in sorrow 
Sending dramatic rain from bitter clouds 
Leaving tomorrow 
In the muddied meadow 

The brook took its toll
Around the valley, below the drooping clouds 
Piercing the land like a fish crashing upon a hook

The clouds are relieved 
It won't miss a single moment of bonding foundation 
They believed 
That happiness was the key to a mere satisfaction 

*dedicated to Kalona*
Flow along 
Be relieved 
Don't remain under 
earth's pressure

Hold on to your jolly requests 
Remember this, keep this in mind: 

Build a reliable goal 
And kill the stress 
Push aside suicidal pressure 

Remember this as well: 

Go to school
And learn to 
cooperate with the world 

And get ready...be well dressed
For the biggest decision in your life


Details | Couplet | |

Where Will I Go?

When I die where will I go,
Up to Heaven or Hell down below;

Will I see my family that is dead and gone,
Or will I even get to move on;

Will I fade into nothing and disappear,
Will I feel hunger, pain, or fear;

Am I doomed to suffer for eternity,
Or will I remain, more or less Me;

Will I come back in another life,
To once again feel anguish and strife;

Just where will my final judgment lay,
I hope God is merciful on that day.

~Inspired by "Is Death The End?" by Susan Palli~


Details | I do not know? | |

My Countless Wishes -Part 2-

I wish
To demolish my sorrow…
I wish
To forget the despair and gleefully grow…
To forgive and seek the challenges of tomorrow…
My downfalls and my failures…
I wish
To disappear
I wish
I had no fear…
For God’s near…
I wish
I could be a cheetah in the grassland
I wish
To store all of my energy for an evening run…I’d never give up in the process
I wish
My whole spirit could simply sponge in God’s nature and make great progress
And I truly wish
I could stick to my daily plans of building a sturdier relationship with God 
I wish
I had the merriness in my life especially during hardships…

My countless wishes
Brings me down to my weakest point…
My countless wishes
Overthrows me…but it helps me in the long run…

I wish I could forgive 
My daily regrets and breakdowns
I wish I could forget
My despondency – embracing my frowns 

I wish
To live a life without error
Without a care
I wish
To be flawless when I make my everyday decisions
And scare away 
The darkness that tries to make me give up
I wish
I had more time to overcome…
These waves of emotions

My countless wishes
Brings me down to my disheartened state…
My countless wishes
Are like walls from every direction closing in on me…
But it’s a convenient tool in the future…

I wish
I could be live in someone else’s shoes…
But what good would it do?
Would it lead me to the narrow pathway?
Would it inspire me to push all of my doubts away? 
Would it push away the blues?
Could He give me any clues?


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Martyr and the Warrior

A journey together,
Storms to weather;
Companions unlikely joined
Despite their task
     on this path which many ask,
“Why the battle?”
“Why the pain?”
“Does not God care?”

Martyr whispers gently,
“Surrender to Love’s grander plan.”
Warrior shouts the battle cry,
“Persevere, victory’s at hand!”

Martyr teaches mercy, grace and love
     to tame the tyrant within.
Warrior teaches perseverance, courage and strength;
     the tyrant to overcome.

Companions unlikely joined
For this journey long
Companions to aide
Along this path long laid.
Healing the prize
Despite surprise.
Lessons to be learned;
Trust to be earned,
     to heed the other’s voice 
     and make the wiser choice.
This battle within needs each
For which to teach;
As guides along the way.

Martyr entreats Warrior,
“Surrender to Love’s call,
For grace and mercy extended to all.”
Warrior enjoins Martyr,
“Be strong, be courageous,
Honesty within
To conquer every sin!”

Warrior needs Martyr 
to tame the tyrant within.
Martyr needs Warrior
To defeat the tyrant;
For victory to win!

The journey for this tyrant within,
Beckons Love’s call;
Grace and mercy to all.
Healing within and without;
Love’s nature calls out;
Surrender control;
Be courageous! Be strong
     to right each wrong;
Start within.


Details | Clerihew | |

forever should be spelled four ever because four months is all you've got at best

 FOREVER SHOULD  BE SPELLED FOUR EVER
    BECAUSE, BABY, YOU MIGHT RATE FOUR MONTHS AT BEST 

Baby, this is forever like Never-Neverland
Where frowns and tears are forever banned
No sorrow because forever is in the center of our love
And baby, those are all words of bulls**t above

If you beg my real option I’ll stay until I want to go
And stealthily  shall I leave like a cat cautiously and slow
Because honey, for now you got what it takes
And I adore very inch of you got  that shakes
The shimmies and slithering while prancing on the dance floor
Yeah baby, forever,  until I walk out the door

You don’t really think I won’t spread my good looks around
Yet I’ll leave you without a mother f*****g sound
I’ll take any woman I want when the time is right
And she and I will take a heaven bound flight
But baby for you I’m all  yours tonight
Oh no, don’t shake that beautiful bottom for spite

I’m just telling you the facts and all the facts I know
Forever with you will be until I pack up and go
Because I’ve got an army of women standing on a god-d*mned line
And just look how I cut the air with my slender body and straightened spine
But the truth isn’t a woman out there who ain‘t saying, “Hell no, I don’t want that outlaw as mine”
                 © 2011.…~free cee!~


Details | Haiku | |

Dishes Pile Up Once More

I sort bubbling dishes in proper place
I drown absorbed sink with soapy water and towering dishes 
They pile up-- what's the point of doing them?

I place a towel next to the filthy sink
I drown dishes and try my hardest to dry them without a drop
But what good would it do-- dishes pile up!


Details | Senryu | |

Pounding Hearts Press On

Middle East unrest:
longing for democracy--
pounding hearts press on


Details | Personification | |

Personify this

I am a dark metaphysical being
Created by the wall of reality breaching
the malevolent Fabric of your nightmares  
I am not the boogie man no
I am the force in your mind that describes depression
I am the all mighty one who makes love falter
I am the beast who shines no light but engulfs you in the night 



If i am broken
it means once i was whole
If i am dead
it means once i was alive
If i am depressed 
It means i have once been happy


Details | I do not know? | |

Decided

Years of indecision 
Ended in an instant 
My life in third revision 
Starting in the present 

Touching everything I've owned 
Importing their very essence 
Of each and every feeling they borne 
History rearing it's very presents 

Boxed and placed on an empty truck 
My very existence held in transit 
That is when the melancholy struck 
Walking out this door would be a heroic bit 

On the other side of town a lady waited 
Patiently for me and for me to decide 
That my wild single passions were sated 
And to face and enjoy life by her side 

I fired up that truck, my heart, soul and mind 
Pointed them carefully to the other side of town 
Arriving at a place, I knew, true love I would find 
Truly amazed at the acceptance I had found. 

rlm '09


Details | Blank verse | |

Coloured feeling

Lost in a moment of deep blue.
Coming along, losing it in red hue.
May my wrath, be for something true.

I watch a man, with envy green in greedy eyes,
Seeing burnt out passions orange, lost on the oldest lies,
May he be released, from old death's ties,

Buried up to my neck in earths solid brown,
head flowered in corn gold, this world's forgotten crown.
May I know that his backwards is forwards, and up, down,

The crunch sound of trodden on snow white,
Powerful seems the black, but he always had more bite,
Come all that you are, come, you are all that is light.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Lithium, Lithium

My torment contains their solution,
I never wanted your pollution.
Why must I force myself to decompose?
You're nothing but a thorn without the Rose.
How can they tell me, this is existence?
Why must you fight, my every resistance?
Don't you understand? I'm in love with my despair!
It is my reason for enduring, it is my light, it is my air.
I fear I cannot fight this war much longer.
Every day you grow strong and stronger.
Why is no one helping, can't anybody see?
Slowly, but surely, you're destroying me.
However, surrender, I never will.
This is one soldier you'll have to kill,
A life with you I refuse to share,
My only love, is my darling despair.


Details | Free verse | |

I'm Really Going To Kill Myself

now that i have your attention
let me state the OBVIOUS
i cannot kill myself with this paper
but the pen does look enticing
dont get me wrong
i'd love to die tonight
but then what would i do
with my eternal damnation
this is not a suicide note
cause im not dead (yet...)
im just informing the world
of the OBVIOUS
in a way
i killed myself already
the day i joined your group of people
you say im wrong
you say im bad
but then again
isnt it OBVIOUS
that you are the one that is judging me
and the last time i checked
to judge is a sin
OBVIOUSly you have no idea
of what im trying to sing
the point im trying to get across
isnt black or white
well actually it is
because there is no grey
so dont justify your ways
dont make your choices "okay..."
for mine are not worse
and yours are no better
and since there is no OBVIOUS answer
since there is not a definite
do you use the word conviction
only when it benefits you
hypocrisy is the OBVIOUS
at least in the few who have opened their eyes
and for you that still do not know the OBVIOUS
let me explain:
OBVIOUS in this text
is a representation of the
sick and
perverted and
twisted and
manipulated thing you call religion
christianity to be specific
if i do not see the way they see
i am evil
if i do not agree
i am vile
people never understand
what needs understanding
and now im a showing all
that the bible is not just a book
its not only a road map as some would call it
it is not the thing you made it
only one word can truly describe it
SCRIPT
that is what it is
no more
no less
so read your "BOOK"
and read your "ROAD MAP"
because you made me what i used to be
your eyes are sewn shut
which is more damaging than closed church doors
so open your eyes
and remove your stitches
and see
see...
see..........

TRUTH


Details | I do not know? | |

Obscene Dichotomy

Voices calling, shrieking at me.
What can I do to appease?
My head full of screams, a heart
full of pain, my body shaking and ill
at the fear.
I can't seem to still them,
I want to be free.
With no end in sight,
the tunnel is dark,
my mind shouts obscenities
only I hear.
Seething with hate,
teeming with love,
the dichotomy shredding my soul;
evident pain in my eyes as I stare
blankly at nothing, yet
everything there.


Details | I do not know? | |

Dreamer

You may have some great ideas,
Feel like changing the world,
You’d like things to run your way
(Wouldn’t it be lovely if your dog’s tail were curled?)

You feel that there’s much, too much, war
And malnutrition and poverty should go.
That the arms race is the bane of mankind,
And streets painted with terrorists’ gore.

You are sad at the pollutionary havoc
That mankind has brought down on its head,
You weep tears for the blighted landscape,
And wish back an Eden instead.

You’d like it if men were one family
Living in harmony and peace,
Striving towards nobler ideals,
Their varying conflicts to cease.

I know we’d all like to play God,
To change things, have powers without limit.
But since we are just playthings and fleeting
We can wish and wish and just dream it.


Details | Free verse | |

God Is In Me

I come to the realization that I am merely man everything I have fought for was conquered by my own hand Each one of my poems were a time he wasn't there I keep looking to the heavens but all I see is air For now I see that God is in me existing vicariously through my mind sometimes it seems I lose him for it's me he's trying to find I once strived to be just like him there is no wrong in that I believed in myself enough to surpass him and put the whole world on my back Embedded in my memory the fact only I can hold me down for I have crawled into the darkness where my inner-self was found There I could see my failure it left a bitter sting I could see no evil for the Devil is not in me Now that I have achieved my Godhead there is no more setting sun only an army of watching angels weeping for lost souls by the thousand Every time I have been tested my fear is seldom seen if you are seeking God he is on the path far behind me.


Details | Narrative | |

Walking to Redemption

Stuck in a place with negativity bound within it's Walls. I need to get out of here, before the phone rings with insanity's calls. I burst out of the door into the streets owned by the night. Shadows staring back dodging the lamps light. I begin to walk down the urban corridor of uncertainty. The workers of soul catchers carry out their shady activity. I find myself in the empire of danger invoking pure photo-phobia It's a small price to pay for escaping the mecca of claustrophobia. As I reach the climax of the spiraling vortex tunnel. I walk on tenterhooks as my problems funnel. Facing me at the end of this path, is a door laced with remorse around it's edges. The entrance to unknown stands out with a line of devoted pledges. Those waiting and queuing are the damned and the lost. As I drift towards them, I wonder how much my sin will cost. For I felt the weight of the pressure and stress, forcing me into the light of shame? For I was the puppet master, who poured onto me the petrol and drew the flame. My moment of selfishness was a cardinal sin to myself and others. lacking consideration, deprived of thought for my sisters and brothers. That self indulgent cowardliness, has lead me to this final act. A door beaten with the hands of the damned, regardless it's still intact. As the number descends down to it's final member. I stand there understanding my sin, bound to surrender. Reaching out I grasp the golden handle, and turn it to the right. As I push forward on the door and out bursts a green neon light. My chance of escape has come to a halt, it's time for me to face the jury's end. I stand by my plea of weakness and insanity, as into the court I descend. A skeleton of the peril court rises with a verdict and answer. The jury has decided I was overtaken by a vicious cancer. The disease wasn't voluntary but they agree my cure wasn't correct. My punishment is to fade into the man that never was, with immediate effect.


Details | Free verse | |

STRESS

Stress is a fact of life: new beginnings, vanished resources, and unexpected endings. 
Despair debilitates; destroys one’s delight without warning, woeful worries gripping.
Ask…shall I mope around mulling over my ills or shall I let God’s light within me shine?
Pondering problems produces a peculiar predicament; the pendulum dangles dangerously.
Worrying makes a brain wrench and reel until merriment withers and hope shrinks.
Reality becomes woeful; revelation remote, dreams remember not precious pearls. 
Chasing one’s sorrows rejects today’s cheerfulness and drags the soul into the mire.
Mismanaged stress sulks in sorrow; muses on misfortune; invites malady.
Oh pearl of wisdom, choose thy thinking; invite God’s loving light to brighten.
Deliberately disconnect despairing deliberations from today’s diary; develop dreams.
One ounce of faith obligates God to obliterate darkness of self-odium and illuminate life.
Deliberately manage the direction of thy musing; delight thyself in thy choosing.
Joy thrives in God’s light when stress strikes the soul to suffocate.
So, let not your heart be hollow.  Hallow the Lord, thy God with wisdom’s choice.
Be lifted up out of dark despair by purposefully holding happy thoughts…
Joyful thinking, stress or laughter...the choice is yours.  So, choose wisely?

© May 8, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen


Details | Free verse | |

Butterflies pain

Life is but, a butterfly
given one day to live.

Love is but, the one you trust
and how much you can give.

Butterflys fly and die
and Love does much the same.

But your trust , may just be
the reason for your pain.


Details | Epic | |

Not The Only One

Why does everyone tuck their tails and hide..
Accepting all of the Corporate Lies?

We’re all eating Genetically Modified Foods,
Simply because it tastes so good.
Hormone-pricked animals; Tortured and Slain..
No Living Creature should endure such Pain.

The Fact is that We are so behind
In the True Consciousness of our Minds.
This Entire Life is one big Illusion;
Yet We are being taught of Lies and Delusion.
It’s now time to Think of All including Yourself,
Go beyond your wants and Desires; Humankind needs our Help.
Judge for yourself- I’m weird and depressed..
But I Understand Altrue Knowledge- Unlike the Rest.

-Emma Lea Mills
02/08/2012


Details | Rhyme | |

The Vile Drink

Storms glistening sporadically
Inspiration wavering dramatically
I can’t move like I should!
I am fighting against the reveling, reviling flood
Evidence of many spawning deaths cannot stop me
And the zombie maggots grow as they are left rotting
I can’t stop now—but I have no particular place to go
Mentally merrily on my slithering way
Into creepy caves of my intellect and hemorrhage
The saliva of its mouth and the cruelty of its teeth
Ensnares me into multitudinous quicksand of truth
Raining in this cave is the vile that will keep me working
I watch others drink it and it drives me to fury
Take of me what you may—but don’t take me all away!
I will remain in the inspirations of time!
I will remain like the grime on the succulent wine
Like gathered dust on the ivory keys
The music will always stick to me
Your words will plant a grave into my lines
As my madness entwines and bewitches their minds
Weathered in the snowing wrath of immortal sorrow
I cannot wish for a bloodier tomorrow
I will glisten like blue fires as long as it storms
And the rest will shred into dumped, plumped worms
Infecting everyone in the inspired malevolence 
Of pure, sick false innocence
Braid your way if you dare
Encircle me to your snare
But do not drink of me within a fathomed rig 
Or I will turn you into the stone of a pig


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Another Miserable Love Letter

Dear Victory Girl from the bay or [dock]

I knew you'd be beautiful

for the sake of the decline...let hedonism take its toll...
Just so I Can Forget

How do you smile like that?

I'm bleeding gallons thinking of your face.

My most sincere pains,shames,claims,and thought about pet names, lie with you

signed-

Unused,and abused


Details | Rhyme | |

A Vacuous Affair

Blissful ignorance

A vacuous affair

Mind numbing atrophy

Life without a care



Cloud dwelling dreams

Of a world less realized

The pyramid schemes

Of a world materialized



Land of the free

Home of the incarcerated

The money wheel keeps turning

Our debt exacerbated



Before it's too late

Do what you can

To save what's left

Of this common man



Details | ABC | |

Admission

Admission

If time heals all, then when will my alarm clock ring,
If tomorrow is a new day, why do the morning birds not sing,
I want to be awoken, from this dream fueled by disaster,
The hands keep ticking, i just will them, tick faster,
My reasoning is affluent, yet it bleeds through stigmata,
If to sacrifice, is solution, then my soul freely martyr, 
My burdens weighed down, adds fuel to their meaning,
My clear image tarnished, by the scour of being,
My foundations pressed, as i confess, to all without believing,
My heart bleeds less, as i digress, to all without deceiving ,
My eyes feel weak, as i lose track, of the path i once walked,
As resistance feels futile, your mind becomes, warped,
The path becomes darker, as my demise is brought fourth,
But the path is now brighter, than at ones first thought,
If its my time, then how will i, know that i must listen,
To the bells that chime, at once as i, am freed by my admission.


Details | Rhyme | |

TEARS ON THE WIND

     The stressors that exist are only an abyss.
As I walk through the ravine, I know staying is the penalty.
     Abys, I will not suffer for being a buffoon.

Tears on the wind and emotions are no more.

     The abuse that is writhed is not to be remembered.
The tears I have cried have soothed my soul.
     Once I voided the love, I became whole.

Tears in the wind and no sentiments to give just a spirit attained.

     Driving fast with my hair in the air, life flashes and a sigh is all that is given.
I am not to be gorged back into pain.
     I am to pedestal because I have attained freedom from an abusive man.

Tears on the wind, tears in the rain, pain is knowing that I cannot overcome 
     an abusive man.

Joy is my sunshine again.
     Thus, I am letting the world know I win!
___________________________________|
Penned on May 21, 2014!


Details | I do not know? | |

A Reply to a Response

This is a reply to "Response to A Fool's Love" from Nicholas Westernhausen, another
PoetrySoup member.

Perhaps by strife we'll find ourselves,
I pray that this is true.
All I can do is make the choice,
And hope that You are there.

But even as I write this now,
I realize something pure.
You've given us the choice to make
Because You know us well.

You know that deep within our hearts
We long for what is right.
For after all, man and woman
Were made in Your image.

If this is true, then we have hope!
What greater strength than this is there?
We have the light of God within
Our souls. Now death will have no sting!
The sins of flesh are naught but that,
And God has handed to us grace;

The grace that washes souls of sin,
The grace that gives us hope.


Details | Free verse | |

Nun But You

How do you know? 
Who tells you so? 
Is it premonition? 
Over-ambition? 
One who forever butts in with song;
With the voice gone entirely wrong. 

Do you reach for opinions of loved ones? 
Would they inform you the talent you suspect is none? 
Would you be mortified by truth.....? 
If truth was sincere? 
Or could you embrace the honesty you hear? 
Would you regroup; or give in? 
Would the fighter arrive telling you to win? 

Is it even worth trying to continue.....? 
Or is it only false hope that lies deep within you? 
Are you a no trick pony.....? 
With no chance, no passion, a phony?

But it does burn deep inside you. 
Most times, the only friend to guide you. 
It listens and makes you talk back. 
Filters your senses, pushing you back on track.
 
You need no affirmation. 
Only self adaptation. 
When the voice inside you fails to love and guide you, 
Release the headaches of self doubt. 
Let you figure you out. 
Because when those in which you’ve confided all depart, 
You are the one left with aspirations..... 
Of the calling you failed to start.

JS Lambert


Details | Free verse | |

Flowing Words

the ups and downs
the lefts and rights
the twisty trails
the ongoing fights
the lessons learned
the love thats grown
the feeling of family
the feeling of alone
the choatic noise
the silent air
your wild and crazy
in your secrective lair
The people you meet
the strangers you cross
the bonds that forge
and relationships lost
the feeling of alive
is nothing without  hurt
can't wash away nothing
unless you got  dirt
the way you respond
to lifes crazy fashion
is a quick little inside
to your deepest passions
Live on to the fullest
to the greatest extent
expect nothing elaborate
and just be content
push for what you want
dont ever feel destroyed
do it all yourself
and feel overjoyed


Details | Rhyme | |

Miserable Farewell

The day we will apart, and go too far, 
We will be forgotten where we are, 
Love emotions will never survive forever, 
Air absorb the smoke from burning bar, 

Beauty of love, purity of sincere ness, 
Will become ancient tale of fairness, 
Walking on footpath, sitting across road, 
Time turns these all into foggy memoir cheerless, 

Cold breeze turns to warm blow, 
where we will apart, soul wander to and fro, 
Tears of pain, fear of gone, 
Carry on, silent stream flow, 

Hurting of being alone, 
Is like a flower with single thorn, 
Miserable farewell made me alive dead, 
Might we never born, 

Panicked memories seems so teasing, 
But tiny flame of reminiscence will remain blazing, 
If the ray of hope is alive, 
We will never get too far, though amazing.

M. Shahid H. Chouhdry
Bahawalpur, Pakistan
All Rights Reserved.


Details | Free verse | |

Love Restores Peace

At 8:30 AM,
"Get up, LAURA! Charlie! Wake up...Robert...Wake up."
No reply...no reply...just ignore my wake up calls...yell at me all you want
You make me cry...cry...just shatter me like glass...you place me in the trash, but I still feel this discontent
Deep inside of me...
There's a sea of remorse swirling around me...
At 12:15 AM,
"Hey Laura!"
No reply...no reply...
"What are you doing?"
I just want to cry...a river...why?
She still ignores me...now I'm feeling the anxiety...
She still jokes around with me, but I feel so angry...and so empty...
She's texting her friends again...I must talk to her sometime
She still doesn't answer my calls...she doesn't care to wipe off my grime
Sponging inside of me...
I guess I'm left with my chores for today
My heart is swelling up in dismay...and my sky turns to gray
And I pray...for relief and I just want to say...
I love my sisters and brothers, but they truly don't care for me...or at least that's what I think till this very day
This lonesome feeling sufficates me...
Go ahead and ignore me, sister
You just added another blister
In my mouth, my hopelessness avalanches all over the ground
You make me frustrated...and now my head spins round and round
And I feel bound...
By stress and torment! 
Go ahead and neglect my voice
My heart is seeping out misery...pumping with fret...
while you text your friends and rejoice
In my head, my painstaking regrets torture me profoundly
You don't care to listen - live your life without me
My soul is left in the cold...
Oh! Go ahead! Let me mold...mold...
I worry about you, sister...
But you left me to dry like glue...you made me suffer
don't beg to differ...
Go ahead! Blow fire in my direction...
I warn you...you don't want to see an eruption
I don't want to be ensnared by my corruption... 
Please God...pick me off from the ground...
and show me some direction
Or I'll be broken down like the titanic...
And You don't wanna see me panic...
Panic...
At 1:00 AM,
I decide to pray to God for protection...
I pray...I pray...
I wait for His reply..........................
He helped me fight 
my depression wars
He unchained me from the cage...
and taught me how to fly
He cherished me...
He understood me 
and He still does till this day...
He healed my sores...
And He doesn't ignore my calls! 
He makes me feel content 
even in the midst of hardships - 
I pray...I wait...I cry...
For His comfort daily...
to nourish me 
when I feel ignored
Or when I'm stabbed in loathe...
I pray that Your peace be restored
In our family once more.
I wait
For peace
To fix the broken glass...to fix the emotions breaking us all
I pray
For the chaos to cease
To make the whole world rejoice...to encourage us to stand tall
Will love make us whole again?


Details | Free verse | |

Eden Return

Hysterical laughter in eternity
still crying out at the hypocrisy
of life lived under the thumbs
of the oppressing ones.
Freedom they said they would give us
If we asked the king to forgive us.
and if we agree to pay tribute
they would stop the rape and loot
we didn't even know
which ones were in control
at any point in time
the fully sublime
shiftings of power
by the day and the hour
locked in the ivory tower
and away from the peasant earth digger
they had much bigger
things to accomplish, than just a pleasant life.
And all the strife they laid upon us all
was part of the fall
from dignity.
It's a pity.
Then came the mines and the factories
warriors needed to keep the keys
to the city gates in the right hands
none of us really understands
the workings of the minds that need
so badly to succeed
that life has no meaning or worth.
Even less for planet earth.
And she's dying
and no one is trying
to revive her.
Now they want to survive her
and credit card shackles still hold the debtors prison
third world vision
is incomplete
no one can compete
in world markets controlled by the elite
we are the billion feet
of the crawling beast.
and at least
we could know why we chose it.
Just suppose it
could change.
Seems strange.
But if the feet stop running the treadmill of fear
and we all held dear
what was important, sacred, the sane
would we stop acid rain?
What if our lawns became gardens all
could we reverse Edens fall?
What if our children could eat and play
from natures sweet bounty every day?
Would cancer disappear if we stopped the spray?
and left no more poison where children play?
What if we made our own industries
in each of our communities?
What if we made windmills and power the sun
we may have just begun
a revolution
that holds a solution
for our planets peace.
I release my rage at the beastly machine
that holds destruction, Pull myself from in between
the cogs of the wheel of the corporate dream
and paint a new picture in the sky.
Of streets and towns and city planning true
ways and solutions that work for me and you
and the earth's evolution could take another turn
where we do not burn
in the hell of nuclear wastelands
It will take many hands
to undo the self fulfilling prophesies of armageddon
Get on board, this train is moving. get on
with it. We all fit in the grand plan,
the saving grace of man.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Ocean Of Death

Death just seems to surround us. They say it comes in threes. A close friend just had a 
death, and then another came along for another friend. Why is it the good die young? That 
newborns are born still, or die early. That they never get to feel the soft tickle of a breeze, 
hear the gentle lullaby of the ocean tide, or see the fiery blaze of a sunrise? Why are they 
deprived to hear the whisper of wind in trees, the song of crickets and the dance of fireflies? 
They say when it’s your time, it’s your time. They say you go when “He” calls you home. 
What if you aren’t ready? What if you have things you need to do? I guess we don’t have a 
choice. Death is inevitable I suppose, just as time never stops it’s silver flow. yet, is there 
not a greater purpose to life than to be born to die? The beauties of life must be taken in 
with gratitude. We must remember some never get to witness the freshness of spring, the 
warm embrace of a lover, or the wet bath you get when your dog greets you at the door. 
never take life for granted, for you never know how many days you have. Stop and smell 
the roses, because one day, you won’t smell thing. 

.


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Harmonies

She lives inside of me,
In the secret catacombs
Of my soul.
She's there, in every
Step I take
Calling me back home,
Where its warm
Where its safe..

She doesn't know
Where I am.
The birth of my dreams,
In her eyes and mine.
She smiles
Her perfect smile
To cataracted eyes
Now unappreciative..

Two parts of one
lost forevermore
I can't contain
This red super giant
My pain, pulsing
A painful reminder
Of how fated love
Became an abyss..

How did I refuse
Her celestial grace?
Her beauty,
A reason to believe
In His grand design.
How did I turn
My back
On sunlight..

I've never cared
to look for another.
My heart, I know,
Was truly lost
The day she left.
Slowly the eclipse
Crept towards my
My soul bereft..

I hope that she
Is always happy
No matter where
She may be.
I'm happy that for
A moment
The sun danced
Around me..


Details | Light Poetry | |

Loneliness Surrounds Comfort and Hope Abounds

Lonliness surrounds, hovering over like a thick black cloud
wondering whether it will go away,fearing it
is here to stay and will never leave or fade away
Loneliness is not  a sickness but can make you feel
ill,wondering if  there is anyone who cares, is there 
anyone to show they love me, a tender touch, or
a sincere smile a kind word from the heart
is all you really need as it is an aching hunger 
and an essential basic need, to culitvate and feed us
 with love and warm and touch our hearts
with the Beautiufl gift of friendship
given to us from above.

We were created with a desire to love and be loved and
we all need friends, someone to turn to in times of
distress, someone to understand what we are going through,
someone to show compassion with a sympathetic 
ear, is it too much to ask to find someone 
so dear to fulfill a simple task ,
someone to care, who promises to be there for you
no matter what happens they will stick
like glue and loyally stay by you,
comforting and fortifying you
helping to get you through these times
that are upon you.


Lonliness can make us feel worthless, having no real
meaning or purpose in our lives, our hearts 
sink down low as a sinking ship in the deepest
ocean we watch it go, how can we find a lifeboat to keep
us afloat, emotionally we are drowing with worry,
anxiety,fear and anguish, tears flow from our eyes
we are desperatly in need of 
a friend who can sympathize.

As mortal humans life is like a mist appearing then dissapearing
but we have a basic need that needs to be met in order
to feel good as we should, we need someone close who
will be there in the stormiest darkness they will be our
rainbow at the end of the storm and they will
help us to cope even though they might not be able
to change how we feel, sharing our pain with a dear
friend can give us something to focus on
and a hope that will strengthen us 
shining like a star so bright in the dark of night.

Always remember that there is a friend waiting for you to get intouch
day or night, no matter how far the distance might be, 
finding a true friend is like finding a treasure
in the deepest sea, which is beautiful,precious
and rare, that is what you mean to me, 
So whenever you're feeling
 sad or lonely always remember
we may be apart but  I will always
 keep your name engraved  in my heart
something I will treasure and keep
close to my heart always and forever.




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Dave, he is a giving man

Dave, he is a giving man

Dave he is a giving man
He’ll always lend a hand
Right now he’s helping blind old Dan
Who thinks that Dave is grand.

Now he’s chopping wood for Jim
Dave, he is a giving man
When ones life looks tough and grim
He’ll always help out, if he can

He’s giving food to help poor Jan
She’s very short on money
Dave, he is a giving man
Most folk think he’s a honey.

He gives his love to every one
Including cranky Stan
So many good deeds he has done
Dave, he is a giving man

13 July 2014 @ 0730hrs.

Written for Debbie's contest 'Random acts of kindness'


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Are You a Believer

I’m drained from running my body insane
Is there anything to achieve? Is there enough room to 
Believe? I reflect…I think… and I’m only driving down that lane
I know I must keep my positivity rowing—I know it’s all true 

Every few moments of my life 
I don’t know how long I’ll live with this strife
I’d rather go hiking down that road of recovery
And wait until I find a discovery 

I once again feel hopeless…shaking off the dread
Hovering around my existence…persistently tearing me down
I could see others go through this hopeless…it hangs us by a thread
I observe my surroundings, trying not to wear a frown 

Believe…Believe…why don’t you believe? Am I the one that’s deceiving 
You from heading towards happiness—is there a way for you to step out of the abyss?
Grieve…grieve…grieve no more…why are you grieving?

Is there a way to take myself out of my grieving moments?
Can you crush those boulders that pound against me?


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Steadfast Love

Imprisoned heart yearning to be free..
Silent chambers echo the cries back to me..
Sheer idiocy haunts as an unwanted tenant..
Choices of yesteryear are engraved in the present..
Unfortunate trials play havoc with the mind..
Heart full of chaos, life is cruel and unkind..
Bowing before my savior, peace I've found at last..
The Author and Finisher of our faith, His love is steadfast.


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FOREVER FREE

        FOREVER FREE
I stand before you, judged, a sinner be
relinquishing all rights, I might have had,
but pray thee quick, to judge the soul of me
then lay to rest--the sins that drive me mad.

I seek forgiveness, that's all of my plea,
for all I've been in life, as having fun,
and all the hurt--that's been--because of me
I pray put in the past, as if there's none.

I ask your guidance, on my bended knee
protect my days ahead, if there are some
and never let mine eyes again to see
the lust of life from where all sin has come.

   And Jesus, give me wisdom, now to be
   your servant who's been saved--forever free!
© ron wilson


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Respect

Respect
Terry was a decent man
In his old fashioned way he was set.
He was polite to all he knew
And treated them with respect.

Terry shared a hostel house
After on hard times he fell
He discovered in the room next door
Was housed the neighbour from Hell.

Music blaring at 3am
Keeping Terry awake
Three months he covered his ears
Until no more he could take.

Knocking on his neighbour's door
He did not know what to expect
All he wanted was the music turned down
And to be shown some respect.

Before him stood a man
With drug crazed eyes.
Alcohol fueled breath hit Terry head on
As abuse spit out of the mouth.

Terry’s pleas for respect fell
Fell on deaf ears with a thud
A complaint to the house care worker
Was greeted with just a shrug.

Then Terry met his friend Mick
Who offered help with his plight.
He said he would resolve the problem
And would be around that night.

Sure enough the music came
Through the walls at the usual time.
Mick said he would have a word 
With the chap from next door.

Twenty stone of solid muscle
Built like a shit-house made of brick.
His face like it was battered by a train
Not to be crossed was our Mick.

He strode into the room
Picked up the stereo with one hand.
The neighbour stood open-mouthed
As through the window it went.

Onto the path two floors down
The Man’s pride and joy smashed
The fragments of the window which was shut
Followed close behind with a crash.

After Mick’s visit all was quiet
And Terry had his sleep.
His life has changed for the better.
His own flat and a neighbour that shows respect.

So if you live in a hostel
Take heed of this tale and reflect.
Think how your actions affect others
And always show some respect.


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Special Day

Sometimes when we lose our way
We're lost and we run astray
Beyond our hopes and myriad dreams
All is left are misty streams.

It's easier to doubt yourself
Blame our Lord and cry oneself
Yet we fail to raise our heads
Get these bodies out of beds.

Breathing is a simple art
All you need is lungs and heart
Why not breathe and breathe some more?
Your way to freedom is beyond the door.

We sit for hours thinking of the past
Without our memories, how long would we last?
Memories are for 80-year-olds
Those who've seen beyond our worlds.

Save your thoughts and all those stills
Keep them piled up like worn old bills
One day you can read their text
Weep and sob and get all vexed.

But not today or anytime soon
Not when you have genuine boon
Believe in yourself and who you are
You'll shine one day in the brightest stars.

One year, two year, three year, four
You should break this overdone lore
Get yourself a brand new life
It's not that hard but simple rife.

We must be ready to bury our sins
Focus on vigor and hard-earned wins
It's not our fault we doubt ourselves
Our hearts are where our fears do delve.

But if we have the will to try
The strength to fight and not to cry
We might just find our dreamt-of way
Make each day, a special day.


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In My Poet's Eye

IN MY POET'S EYE
I can't say, where you are tonight.
I can't say, our love would have turned out right.
I don't know, but I do know, 
you are still my love.

Every night I find I still reach for you.
Any time I pray, I still pray for you.
I don't know the reason, 
But I know you're still a part of me.

In my poet's eye, I still see you here.
In my poet's world, I still feel you near.
I don't know the reason, 
but I thought God meant this love to be.
I don't know the reason, 
but I thought God meant our love to be.

In my poet's mind, you are mine again.
In my poet's heart you are here again.
In my poet's eye, you'll always be my love.

In my poet's eye, you'll always be my love.
In my poet's eye, you are still my love.
.......© ron wilson
The video for this song on Youtube, search for "veebdosa"then select IN MY POETS EYE, either Vee Bdosa (aka Ron Wilson) singing or Emily Van Praag singing.


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"I Want....."

Screeching their high piercing voices 
Harmonically crying siblings huddle
Dominating 
Manipulating
Producing their focus unpleasantly
Yet artfully 
Dynamically
Their desires painful 
       …their new discovery for a toy
Conjured merciful knife-like screams 
This …..Our children’s greed 
Fueled by weakness within 
Penetrating a caretakers soul
Acutely perceptive they knowingly outwit 
Courage or no….caretakers want peace
Does spoiling children really matter 
                  …..when one yearns for

PEACE AND QUIET?


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Midnight-Tinged Calligraphy

Bottled up and masqueraded with a most intricate calligraphy,
She presses her fingers to the transparent glass
That is stained with liquid murmurings of devotion; 
They leak and trickle from her agonized, exhausted soul.
Droplets of the luminous condensation shudder, quiver
With each dull pulsation of her dusty heart;
Its pieces, finer than sugar, dissolve within the mercury of her dying affection.
She is abandoned, left to not-quite-suffocate until the shards may crystallize once more.

The sea of desolation tosses and tumbles her bottle tumultuously,
Dark haze twines—sheik and smoky, iridescent and remorseful—
Like the soft exhales of a candle’s breath around the paper-thin glass of her confines.
But the heavenly aura of the horizon peaks through shyly,
Offering a serene and shining reminder that this turmoil will someday conclude;
She will no longer require the armor of her delicate, yet fiercely protective bottle.
And so, although confounded by the paradox proportions of her situation,
The midnight-tinged script within her carries a message awaiting discovery.


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Just One Drink

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

Did she turn away or try to disagree

Did you think about her or how she would be?

No you were only thinking about me.

 

She stands there now, all alone

Facing her fears of the unknown

Turning her head on what she's once known

Realizing now, she's on her own

 

With no one around to help her choose

She stands her ground, not ready to lose

Her head held high while hearing the news

To accept her fate, she must refuse

 

She tries and tires with all her might

To win you back every night

She has no plans to give up the fight

Any hope is out of sight

 

Her heart is now filled with hatred 

Will all the love that you desecrated

With just that one sentence that you stated

Her entire life is now dated

 

Did you ever stop and try to think,

Just how far she would sink?

How close she was to the brink?

Or how it could all end with just one drink?

 

Just one drink to end all the pain

Just one little sip to break the chain

Just one to do the job, to her disdain

Just one and she will die in vain. 

 

You don't even care to attend her funeral

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

How could you be such a fool?

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

 

You come to my door and ring the bell

You send thousands of messages to my cell

Repeatedly the words "I LOVE YOU" you yell

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

 

I don't want you anymore you Silly boy

I am no longer your stupid little toy

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

Because you had your chance and my love you destroyed. 

 

I am my own person without you

I no longer rely on your every move

I am no longer clueless on what to do

I know now I can move on to someone new.

 

As for the girl that you threw aside

I hope you think of her every time you cry

You're the whole reason that she died

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

 

She would have loved you the way you love me

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

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

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

 

I hope you drown in your misery

Thank God that sad little girl is finally free

Thank God I knew it was time to flee 

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


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My Misery

Inspiration nowadays seems 
to have left or died
I feel lost and unsure, 
as misery eats me from inside.

Everything around me 
appears dull an uninviting
As if joy has departed 
to see to its own liking

My once strong faith in the future, 
now looks hazy from where I stand.
Feeling unabashed and uninspired 
it’s forcing me to hold your hand

Not knowing who to turn to, 
or where to search for the light.
Blindfolded by life running around 
in circles I’m falling deep into the night.

Shouting out in silence hoping 
someone will hear my plea
Drowning into inexistence 
Is like a slow death to me.

Finding it almost impossible
To fit in or pull through
I need an escape from reality
A place that I belong to

Feeling alone sometimes
And too different from the world
I need a happy medium
In which my potential can be twirled

Struggling to follow my heart and intuitions
That have been silenced by the rational mind
I fight to infiltrate this wall that grows
And buries you from behind

Suffering from the lack 
of care and attention I find myself astray.
Perhaps I need someone 
But not just anyone in whose arms I could stay


To help me paint the skies with words 
that linger in the heart no matter what
To fill the senses of the world with
The love that they forgot

To rise above the melancholy that’s
Been ripping up my heart
And fulfill my dreams and aspiration
That keep me going from the start

So it seems that you’re my only hope from 
Committing an inspirational theft
So please don’t forsake me 
For you are all that I’ve got left.


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Days and nights and the universe

Days and nights and the universe 
I
The musty monsoon 
insects with swelled bellies
soggy paper boats.
II
Curiosity 
a black feathered bird peeps in,
there is no return.
III
Close the eyes, its night.
A bat has taken a bite; 
the fruit rolls away. 
IV
The desolate rails.
Millions of butterflies, 
they reign the wild shrubs.
V
Crystallized water, 
this rock has witnessed years,
a fly has more eyes.

=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


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The Feast of Tabernacles - Now

10/7/12

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There is a multitude around the world preparing for God’s Kingdom And there is one dark enmity preparing as well Combatting this powerful being’s influence and persistence Is like going against a strong ocean current during a blistery storm Satan the devil has blinded the world How then can we help others see the light? God reveals through the Word something unsettling He reveals that there will be many readily embracing The very enemy himself Be aware of the darkness and its devices that destruct Many will fail to realize who is the hero Turning to the very one that will tear them apart There will be baggage in the millennium The multitude will have the authority to teach To take away the blinds from the clouded, deceived eyes Of billions We continue on now We take action now For the sake of all of those now and onwards *inspired by John Goodwin*


Details | I do not know? | |

A Hollow Shell

a hollow shell
of tangled synapses
sparked into gradual madness
which drowns out the truths of the day
as the mind reeks of the rotten sad moments
that swirl in the rancid soup of forgotten dreams
dreams that once traced a gentle path of innocence
dreams that reached for pure love’s tender touch
dreams now paralysed but once vivaciously alive
what became of those fresh dreams and hopes
as they lie mustily on dusty bookshelves
torn into shreds by time’s fine scimitar
devoid of the touch of raw passion
when all that remains of love is
a hollow shell


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This is Not goodbye

I have my wings,  now I can fly
But you must remember this is Not goodbye
I can still see you from where I am
You may feel a chill when I hold your hand
I will be here through your days and nights
together we have eternity, please do not fright
You are sad now this I know
Yet in this sadness our Love still grows
So while your exploring your world, I will explore mine
Believing nothing can separate us, Not space nor time
And there will come a time and you will see
Our love was destine to eternity
Please love me free and as you do
I will sprinkle God's Love and Blessing on all of you!


Details | Free verse | |

Point of Acceptance

when downcast eyes
slip clear
  drip down past
    drop sodium waste of gain
slip fast
  and tunnel vision
 like deathbed follows
     censors diffusing to wind
        reality diffuses to senses
  and amazingly
    even then
 the chest loosens   
  and warmth fills the shoulders
    a frown one eighties
  the embrace is over

'cause it all gets better eventually


Details | Free verse | |

The Vengeance of Hatred

up and down feelings
floor to the ceiling 
big and the small
or barely at all
jumble of thoughts
build up like a compost
all of the utmost
useless importance

String me along for days
like ever present
unaware essence
of the magical sun's 
scorching lashing out r
shooting through the vacant space
only one destination
like a certain pinpoint revelation

Stabbing back
we surprise attack
the only shock
comes to me as an afterthought...

I hold in the hatred 
until it becomes sacred
I inhale the passion
nothing more natural
than my outward reaction
addition through the simplest subtraction
the hate is so hard to replace
what is left to drive me 
the anger inside me

I am here because of my rage
brought me to the brink of breakage
just when the point is revealed naked
it disappears, retreating through the  hatred

Where is it hiding? 
I miss the surge
burning into my every word
the last I remember
I was misplaced, self centered
when the source was discovered
a curious love entered
and drove out the negative
edited and erased


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Free Range Fear

There is too much fear in the world these days,
Fear of the unknown, scared in soo many ways!
Phobias of spiders, mice, rats and bats,
Are you frightend of nothing?  Why are you scared of that?

Scared of oppression?  And the way they use aggression?
Are they messing with your head, using psychic suggestion?
Wrestling with your doubts will only lead to fear,
Always looking into shadows.. scared that something's always near.

You're winding yourself up!  There's no reason to be scared,
But it's never as it seems.. so you'd better be prepared.
Because if you're feeling fear, it could be.. you're not ready,
With your trembling legs, and butterflies in your belly.

It's not so strange, that lots of people fear pain,
Being boiled alive, with needles stuck into your brain,
You've got to be careful, I'm afraid to say,
Be quick to make your mind up, to fight or run away.

Would you fill your pants, with a gun to your head?
Now, that's REAL fear.. you could be dead, enougth said!
Some could find your nerves and make you scream for weeks,
They can teach you about pain and how it reaches new peaks.

But the ones like that..  are fearful too,
Of justice, revenge, and the human rights crew.
They should be scared!  I wanna see their faces white,
'Cause they even kidnap kids and slip away into the night!

Now I'll get swept away, as it floods from me,
See, some of these emotions, are as deep as the sea,
Some wanna get a gun, and hunt these sick suckers,
And get them on their knees and say PRAY MOTHERF%%%%%!

See this is the crux..  this is the bottom line,
If they catch you doing that, then it's you that's doing time,
It's never black & white, it's not easy to see..
There are so many fears, it's all part of being free.

Are you scared of the dark, because that's how it began?
Are you scared that it links you to the earliest man?
Who had to hunt to eat, had to kill to stay alive,
And did what they had to, so this race could all survive.

The things to be scared of are the things inside,
You can struggle and fight, but you can never run or hide,
So walk down the street with your head held high,
And face down fear.. because we're ALL gonna die!

But the opposite of fear though..  is to be brave,
Who knows how many lives you could save.
The futures unknown, and we all face change,
It is all just a part of being free-range.


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I Beg You

When I heard you were in the hospital
it all became so clear.
I better take advantage of the time 
while you are here.

We need to see eachother
and find a common ground.
It's taken over twenty years
for you to come around.

We've wasted our whole lifetime
There's so much we don't know.
I doubt you know my favorite song
or favorite t.v. show.

You say you've quit the smoking.
I fear it will not last.
If you don't take this seriously
You'll just repeat the past.

I'm begging you sincerely.
You say you'll be my mother.
To do this may take all you have.
Unlike you, I have no other.

You have two other daughters
To step into my place.
You are my only mother
and you cannot be replaced. 


Details | Light Poetry | |

What A Way To Be

The Ama, the Snow Leopard and the Jaguar
This is An Urgent Appeal as the effects of these
 endangered Species are Sad and Real.
                                          
Think of how it feels for the poor dears for
someone to steel their beautiful fur coats,  
to make a profit which is cruel it  just proves
that evil now rules.

These Three kinds ofLeopards have become endangererd
species, can you not see the desperate state these
poor animals are in, we need to rescue them before it is too
late. 

Please They Cannot wait before they loose another one of
their mates.  The Ama-leoapard only 35 left in the world to survive
please help keep their hopes alive.

Please Change the lives of these Beautiful intelligent creatures it is unfair
what is happenening to them by these cruel hunters who attack like Leeches.
It has gone too far, please take a moment  to spare a thought for these brave 
creatures of this world that we hope to save, it is our last hope to help them to live 
and cope without our help they will blindly grope and not survive. 
Please Help TO Revive them and keep them in this world! 



Details | Didactic | |

DO YOU WANT TO BE HEALED?

I once met a young lady who was in severe pain
I had no idea that her young life was overwhelmed with such strain
sexually abused at a young age from which there was no escape
as a result she gave birth to a baby who was a product of rape
In a state of utter hopelessness and total despair
to the point where of her child she was unable to take care
at the end of her rope in the land of the living she had lost her will
at which time I then asked her, "did she wanted to be healed?"

In order to be healed of the hurt which had penetrated one's heart
one needs to desire forgiveness and then seek the counsel of God
God can heal your heart and God can soothe your soul
If you allow His grace and mercy to be your ultimate goals
do you want to be healed from the brokenness and the shame?
or do you desire to hold on to the bitterness in life you have attained?

People have a tendency to hold on to their hurt
they then tend to wear it like a comfortable old shirt
It's time to take some responsibility for our own deeds and actions
it's time to own up to our decisions, choices and dissatisfaction
we need to let go of the painful past as the past can't be changed
for that was then and now it's time for our futures to be rearranged
do you want to be healed? do you want to be made whole?
are you willing to confront your issues in a way that is bold?

In order to be healed one needs to be totally aware
that you can't move forward if you possess the spirit of fear
no more complaining, no more disdaining put your restoration into play
so stop abstaining, stop refraining no more reason to delay
a man had been crippled for thirty years and more
when Jesus came upon him and to him He implored 
"do you want to be healed?" do you desire be made whole?
do you have a need for your life to be in control?
Jesus then told that man, "take your mat and walk" away
and that man was cured from that very day
to get rid of unresolved issues, guilt, bitterness and shame
you need to forgive and seek forgiveness in our Lord Jesus' name
so cast off your burdens and lay them at the altar of Christ
let the power of prayer unload that stuff which is disrupting your life
compelled and now connected to God on a spiritual plane
allowing the hand of God to take a hold of your pain
do you want to be healed? are you ready to be made whole?
are you willing to open up and let forgiveness in you unfold?


Details | I do not know? | |

To Say the Least

Take my heart and let it beat
Till it’s last try.
Take my smile and let it shine
Till it dies.

Till it’s last try,
The world will fight.
Till it dies,
The sun will bite.

The world will fight 
With all it has.
The sum will bite
Back the night.

With all it has 
This star has fought
Back the night
To win the war of life.

This star had fought
Till its death 
To win the war of life.
To say the least.

Till it’s death,
Take my smile and let it shine.
To say the least,
Take my heart and let it beat.
	


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Autumn's Conditions

The iciness of autumn’s conditions
Intrudes my soul
As another day shoves the night away…
The heaviness of my past decisions 
Bangs at my skull
As another day departed from light… 

The chilliness deep inside 
Bloated my mind 
As another sorrow comes to stay…

Another day is gone
And my soul yearns for a brighter day
Another night has arrived
The diseased weather came rolling in
As another nightfall escaped the light…

I waited for the daylight
But unfortunately…it was done bringing forth light
So… another upbeat day dies away

Could there just be a day
That I'll experience true ecstasy in my life?
Will I see it melt the autumn's conditions
Before it intrudes my soul again?


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My Free Style

I'm sitting, drinking a few beers and thinking,
Wondering why, my soul seems to be shrinking,
I'm trying to link this life, all together,
But I never seem to solve this most cryptic endeavor!

I've got so far!  Do I really have to wait?
It's late, and I really hate to be a burden mate,
But I get frustrated, is there nothing I can do,
To make time go faster.. honestly, I can help you!

What do we need?  Mankind must decide,
We need one vision.. to which we're all allied,
One side, one truth to what's right and wrong,
We know what's going on.. it's time for us to get along!

I know the truth, I'm not afriad to say!
Whilst I am still around, they will not win the day.
My mind is too quick, too slick, fast and thick,
When they lay it on the line, it will be soo tradgic!

So now I hold on, focus.. and stay strong,
Wondering why, it all, had to go wrong,
All I really want, is the best I can achieve,
Just please leave me to my thoughts..  finding out what I believe.


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Imperfection's Beauty

A world only meant for perfection
Sophie can Hardly Breathe
Have you ever thought about Imperfection's Beauty?
Don't Look to the east, stay here with me

We are The Sick
We Are The Chosen
Just to see--Just to be
Imperfection's beauty 


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Shoes

the day the world buys new shoes
I will run away
when everyone keeps freaking out
here it is
i always stay
make your decision wisely
as my free will is surrendered to mankind in a sense
to experience god
a simple word
a simple soul
can tell you its time to go
a simple hint my friend
their on my feet 
i will not freak
for you to stay where you are
but offer the world a better shoe
and see if it runs away with me


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Seem Not To Even Care

Its not like I asked for this
It’s something else besides
But knowing there is no way out
Just tears me up inside.
It’s like suffocation
Like drowning on dry land
Impossible, not really
On my knees for I cannot stand
You make promises and break them all
Crush them into dust
Moving on isn’t helping
To just leave things in the past
Burnt down to ashes, black and cold
Another day goes by
Another day in which I mean naught
Left on low, not on high
I do not beg for this torture
To be left out on my own
But you make it seem like that’s what I want
And again I’m left alone
One day you’ll pay the price for this
And regret it everyday
You deserved it for what you’ve done
And that’s all I have to say
You make is sound like it hurts you more
That you’re the victim here
Truth is you stand by and watch me cry
And seem not to even care
 


Details | I do not know? | |

Nothing Back, with prelude

Finally found the perfect prelude to this previous piece...

She never learns the lesson
Not to dance under the moon
With all the stars applauding
Her nakedness

Her thirst, her insane laughter
And getting drunk
On the flashes of lightning
At midnight

Nothing Back

A siren, you are my love,
You call men to their doom...
their destiny?

I blame you not...
for a mortal cannot rule the mythical.
I was almost held to your spell...
If I had not knotted myself to the mast.

You promise an' take everything,
But nothing in return do you offer.
The sweet songs you weave...
Call to me....
As if I were the only one. 

To see people for who they are...
Is the only way i can live....
and give.

Goodbye, my Siren,..... goodbye?


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www.poetrypoem.com/shadowfiend

years of writing and learning
working
guts spilled
heart ripped out
torn to holes
stabbing myself open
and spreading myself thin

learning this about that thing
this thing about that stuff
computer whizz i am not
but one comes along
and i am forever lost in the shuffle of the game 
playing with myself
solitaire with levels
puzzles with destinations to surf the web to give
my writing a new purpose

lead you here to find where else for you to go to find the next puzzle to ponder and 
meaning of it all
as if I'm some genius
unfinished puzzle
I've been shut down
and how do i explain this to my children
walking in my crutches
who cannot afford to be read one more time
as i whine in the midst of my goose chase
of level three leading you back to level one

and my space is just a place to look for something to do
top point at the famous players and how i got my foot in the door
and how they know me one day
and I'm not shy to get my attention whether I'm good or not
i have something to say
we are a community and I'm here for the life of fun and games
I'm here for the utopia
why does it have to be like a bully ruled school yard of conviction where no one 
knows who they think they are
and no one is worrying about who questions anybody
and laugh at estimations
of underestimating thew jobs we never apply for

fingers pointing over here and over there and nothing left to lose
so was it worth it
when now i cant sign in due to scandal
i cant fix any perfected mistakes due to friends who know pass codes that affect 
me still
tight lips are sinking my ship and the truth be told
the police wont get involved
just thought you should know I'm in the Center of nothing
spiraling out to place to find if i can be
where none will ever go

a journal of the one who was everything written of emotion from gods joke 
to inspiration to writers and communicating generation gaps
and now its all lost because of hate crimes we cant solve and peoples 
paranoias of technology and phishing scams
cant sell my work anymore or access my pay pal
years of work not backed up 
lumpy lessons served with lemon aid
 just go surf and see the game 
do the pieces fit
of the head strong ahead of his timer terrified false prophet goose chase
inter net hacked shut down?
something to think about for you!!


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Demon in my closet

There's a demon in my closest that will not go away.
He speaks to me quite often and says he's going to stay.
He questions all my thinking and makes me change my mind.
He turns my thoughts from positive to quite a different kind.

The demon in my closet I think has sprouted wings.
For even when I'm away from home he wants to do bad things.
The things he wants are devious and never for the good
He darkens moods and consciousness. He'd take over if he could.

The demon in my closet lives on from darker days
He used to have more power within my bitter drunken haze
His taunting of my effort to be a better man
Tries confusing all my thinking in every way he can.

I will always fight the demon. He will never conquer me
How the battle ends is still quite hard to see
But light wins over darkness I think that is always so
This demon in my closet one day I’ll force to go.



Charlie Milne


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Hope For A New Generation

The death of a saint, a martyr to some
The death of a hero, a husband to one

A soldier turned humanitarian, he cared for all
He attempted to hurdle that natural barrier, to climb that human wall

To give up his dreams and aspirations
To relinquish his will of self-preservation

To benefit all of human kind
To alter how we interact, to change our time

Such a task he set upon with stalwart dedication
He preached caring and forgiveness, not revenge or vindication

He loved all regardless of their color, religion, or creed
He served everyone, just as he had served his country

With a fire and passion not seen in lesser men
He truly understood what it meant to be human

Yet not everyone shared his vision of peace
More blood was spilled and the fighting did not cease

He carried on despite the pain of knowing so much
He often relied upon the love of his family for a crutch

But there is a point at which every man breaks
His feeling of failure overwhelmed his need to be great

However even in his darkest hour, his hope did not falter
His compassion was renewed with the help of a different altar

A belief built upon the hope that people can change 
He had experienced so much, developed such a broad emotional range

It seemed that he was ready to change us all
What a tragic thing it is when greatness does fall

Alone in the darkness of his room the killer did sit
The hero was shot and killed by a man who was painfully desperate

Seeking a greatness of his own
He wasn’t satisfied with the world he was shown

And so died the dream of the hero, this saint
The martyr departed and his fire burned faint

Yet hope never dies
It is in everything from the way we believe to a newborns cries

We would do well to remember that ordinary people have had extraordinary dreams
Amongst all this bloodshed there is more to life than it seems

We are all here together, for what purpose we do not know
However if we recognize those around us, we can always help each other grow

To always be working towards that next step, to be supporting that re-birth
For love is all around us and it is the most important thing on Earth


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Negative Space

When we're standing worlds apart our world apart, hear my heart when we're feeling worlds away in a world of gray, hear me pray when our thoughts are clear and quiet intervene and shake me violent it drives me crazy, aura goes hazy my love buzz encircles a putrid hatred in a rare moment I turn to face it Negative space turned much more of use consisting of years of self abuse maybe my looking glass has grown obtuse I often cry in a state of muse at the shame of my disarray the distance is closing yet your a world away Now I've grown so tired and weary I only hope that someone hears me if they hear me, will they understand how tough it is to walk hand in hand with love and hate, polar extremes they grow together, or so it seems they can both make for bitter screams and be the death of finer things leave the imagination for desire a beam of hope to be aspired I proudly wear my crown of thorns for each thorn bears a lesson learned each lesson comes with a sad story each would not exist, if not but for me I am not me, without my crown and the negative space all around that in total becomes the all seeing eye a positive outlook on the world that's mine


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THE UNLIKELY VERSE

Leaning towards you
    Over the shining shade
       Very quiet, very dim
          Ethereal men look for their gods
       Gods that take you nowhere  
    One by One they fade away
Defying their lives, glorifying their ghosts

Obliterate
    Revenge

          Divulge
             Illicit
                Exit


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Everyone's Gone

Everyone's gone...
There's no one to look up to...not one...
Not one will be kind enough
To look down and attempt to help me...

Everyone's gone...
I'm beneath the debris
There's no one there to save me...
I'm left to my own misery 

Everyone's gone...
I guess I'll find my way out of this maze
Without any clues
I'm waiting for relief to dawn upon me

Everyone's gone
I'm dealing with so much trauma 
I'm watching for any signs of support...
Hear my echoes of pain...
It drives me insane...
Catch me before I fall off the cliff...

Everyone's gone
I'm all skin and bones
I'm trapped like a hunted animal
The predator took a bite into me...
Don't just watch me suffer...
Deserted in this lonesome state

Everyone's gone
I'm kicked around like a soccer ball 
Hear me as I call...
Help me to stand tall

Help me... 
Reach up to the sky
To feel the coolness seep through me
Help me...
To be inspired to write more uplifting songs
Help me think more positively - help me wave g'bye
Help me...
Forgive me for all of my wrongs...

Everyone's gone
I'm a screwed-up building
I need you to be my backbone 
Straighten me up...help me to be stiff like a soldier
About to enter another horrifying war
Support me today...
And stick with me tomorrow!

I want to let go of the past memories...
Scaring away my happy moments and delights 
I want to smear away the blasphemies…
Obliterating my blissful days and nights

Everyone's gone...
There's no one to depend on...not one...
Not one will be brave enough
To look down and attempt to help me...

Everyone's gone...
I'm beneath the city
There's no one to show me the jolly sun...
I'm left to my own misery 

Everyone's gone...
Fine… I'll find a way to get out of this nightmare 
Without any clues
I'm waiting for relief to give me strength instead of fear 


Details | I do not know? | |

My Countless Wishes -Part 1-

I wish 
To be a pigeon soaring in the morning sky
I wish
I have all my issues fly out the windows
I wish
My whole body could simply wither away 
I wish
To start anew and be on a fresh start 
I wish
I had the ability to fly 
I wish
To have a talent of writing cheerful, exquisite poems 
I wish
I could be a wonderful guy 
I wish
I could have a future family and be the best father in the world
I wish
I could have a positive mindset 
I wish
I had the desire to talk things out and live a peaceful life


Details | Tanka | |

Drunkenness

a true addiction

forbidden by the Bible

many have consumed

many are being consumed

moderation of all things


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Caliber

It was once a matter of clairvoyance
a search beneath the skin
rewarded with the tranquility of knowledge
beyond sense
Grievances revered as models of understanding
and true compassion
But ebb and flow are not without consequence
and the appearance called time an undisciplined
foe
Man then left as beast to devices set in
prehistoric motion wondering in the places
taken for granted moons earlier
if not for perfect machinery misused
Crowded now by a guilt pondered in place
of the substance for which it was as a means conceived
Men so fallen and unable to rise but like
a baker's dough slowly as a life rebuilt
an end promised therefore as a dream in sight
But to reach such heights self-doubt
resists preferring rather the gleam and
nostalgia and the memory of soldiers bearing
higher ranks


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LOST down a Dark path

Years i felt it, there was know way out of the abiss, no point in giving a shout, who would hear it and who would care? so alone in the world just as if it was bare. 

My cries went un heard, no comfort i felt, alone to dwell with the cards i had been dealt, 
years of waiting with dark thoughts in my head, untill the same dark path led me to the light instead. 

The feeling of comfort knowing i was saved, my problem was someone elses i could be knowones slave, i thank GOD for saving me from that dark lonely time, knowone else could of reached me, not even myown mind. 

Now i walk in the light never to be alone an i seek to help others in the same way i was shown, so go in peace my brothers and sisters and hold your head high! 
. . never forget in times of hardship GODS right by your side.


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Sitting With the Tears

I’m crying and not sure why
 
sitting here listening to
 
Jimmy Buffett of all things
 
I guess it takes me back to a
 
simpler time
 
When my toughest decision was
 
how many used cd’s to buy
 
And not should I cut off
 
one of my breasts or
 
two
 
But at least I have the choice
 
and I have the chance
 
to fight
 
Which is more than a lot of
 
people can say
 
So, I will sit with
 
the tears
 
And thank God that
 
I’m alive
 
to be crying them


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Distressed Like the Weather

Dark, departing clouds waved their last goodbye
My smile transcends and then…descends
Brought down by unexpected departure

This weather stays with me for a while
But, with my trustworthy friends by my side, 
They’ll encourage me to move on—even if I’m sunk deep with regret 
At least I have some numbers to dial!

Anguish once again reigns upon my mind
With God always by my side, 
He’ll clear my pathway and renew my frame of mind

I could pray for a bright future to rely on…
While I wait till the weather’s completely gone 


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Mountains

Eruption,

This haunting
Terrorizing emotion
This cord
This ethereal torment
Claws scraping
Twisted biceps lurch my vessel forward
Tattered feet scraping hardened earth
An Emotional void
Refusing to bring this convulsing shell
This once dormant child
To his desire,

And this taught life line would draw on
Till one day
The scraping pain rose in protestation
Too short was the cord
Too mad was its lord
Fate and its twisted lover time
Rose did this merciless oppressor
Its rocky assault upon my person
This mountain of fortitude, firm stone resolve,

No
Its uneven surface whispers through my shredded fingertips
No
The blood trickling down these jagged scars would cry
But this smoldering volcano
Hears not the terror in the voices around
It hears only the vibration of the cord
Waves of craze
It hears through them a whisper, a cry, of yearning of longing
Through the mountain
And to the lush beyond:

A haven, obsession for greed
And anchored is the cord
In a maiden
Sleeping lazily under the shade of the mountain, caressed by my tormented breath
Her heavenly winds
This cord that urges at this volcano
This mountain that denies a cascade of burning will
This rocky cage that guards salvation
The things craved the most
Torment the most
For man shall live to conquer mountains, for maidens or for fame
For completion.

© Samir Georges
2009


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What If

what if there was no religion?
what if we spent Sunday mornings in a park, not in a church?
what if people gave out encyclopedias, not bibles?
what if instead of fighting over our beliefs, we celebrated our uncertainty?
what if instead of blind faith, we had insightful curiosity? 
what if instead of religious conviction, we had rational perception?
what if our morals were shaped from real life experience, not from a book? 
what if people were proactive with their concern, and did not pray? 
what if love was unconditional, not contingent?
what if you had freedom, not a plan?
what if people were good, because they are good, not because they are afraid to be bad?
what if people did crazy things because they are crazy, not because they are raised crazy?
what if earth is just lucky to be here, and is not made for you?
what if we lived our life, on our own terms?
would that be so bad?










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Paint the Town

I pause from painting a canvass of opinion, brush strokes colouring a solid red 
across the blank faces that warily observe. A compass points to the right (a dead
end) yet with no direction, escorting a stained brain in reverse: an unnatural place to start.

This taste is always freshest in the mouths of the hungry, which are forced to part
from an honest working voice to focus solely on the next meal. Who will stand
up to write THIS IS WRONG on Parliamentary walls to clear blinkered eyes? A hand

can paint and sculpture, but will also make a fist.  
A better world is open if we walk on through the mist.


Details | Choka | |

A Dove with a broken wing

Beautiful specter
Snow white gleaming feathers, weeps
Upon a timber.
Looking up the skies
Calling her kind, haunting cries
She tries over again
One wing up in flight
The other, limp, disabled
No one seems to hear
Tired from struggling she rests
And dreams to be free.
Keeping her wing close
All through the night, believing
And when the morning wakes
Greets the sun with a love song
For no fear roams her new heart
Then deploys her wings
Both, gleaming pure white, extend
With a cry of gladness
She flew to the sun.

By CarolineCecile
Copyright © 12.08.09


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LEFTovers

Left in my own thoughts Tarnished forever through nightmares Pierce me with your passions…tangle me in your knots You left me…I have no choice, but to cry… I’m breaking by the seams I drink in the sorrow… I spew up regret… I cannot drink any further I drink and drown myself – unable to hope for tomorrow I’m left in my own thoughts…I cannot walk any longer I recall my past decisions…I’m swallowed up by the echoes of fear I’m not your valuable merchandise! Don’t seek me – you wanted your dreams to come true and peace to draw near Don’t count on me – I’m not wise! I’m swallowed up by the churning sea… Leading me to my own demise I drink in the sorrow… I puke up resentment…I’m upset and cannot go on with life I douse myself in my misfortune – no one listens to me… No one catches me before I wallow… Pick me up from the murky waters Lift me up from the gutters Make me spotless and leave me the leftovers Dress me up and hand me some covers I’m trying to piece together my fragmented thoughts I can’t see a happy ending in this scene – Preserve my notions in Your thoughts and save them like leftovers… Oh, but my thoughts are thrown in the trash like rotten leftovers – left unseen Tarnished forever through nightmares My foul ideas don’t have a structure – they’re just… Tangled up knots


Details | I do not know? | |

"Living Rhyme"

A poet without a rhyme
A victim without a crime
Living life day to day
Too afraid to enter the fray
But I see a subtle hope
Amidst the chaos lies a rope
Waiting to pull me away
But to reach it I must enter the fray
And see my life past each day
Past each attack and crime
And live my life by the rhythm of the rhyme


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Silenced By Sorrow

For the first time in my life
I am silenced by sorrow.
Questions go unspoken.
Answers remain unknown.

Fearing the brutality
of the darkness
I hide.
If I refuse to look too closely
will this still be true tomorrow? 
Will you still have suffered
as you did? 

Could I plunge 
my hand of friendship
through the tar-like darkness
of your world
to bring you light? 

Can you see the way out
or must I light a thousand candles
to ignite that part of you
that believes life can be wonderful? 

With the first strike of the match....
I offer you a glimmer of hope.
I'll start lighting those candles now
and I won't stop until you see it.


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So-Called Good Christians

You have made a choice. 
You have chosen hatred. 
In our Heavenly Father, 
you have chosen not to rejoice. 
He is who spares the most awful dread. 
  
You have chosen to hate me. 
First it was the “N” word, 
the Afro comment, 
and my curly hair. 
Now you hate me 
for the religion 
that I have chosen to be. 
My faith gives me what is right and fair. 
  
I pity you for all your hate. 
But you made it clear my fate. 
A Mormon to this date, 
a Mormon forever. 
Your rage and hate 
prove my faith and 
choice of religion right. 
Your bigoted hatred
I have chosen to fight 
by giving it light. 
I want it 
in everyone's sight. 
  
Your rage and hatred is your only boast. 
But with it you are engrossed. 
Like you, your rage and hatred 
are nothing but compost. 
Heavenly Father, Jesus Christ, and the Holy Spirit 
gives me what I need the most. 
  
And for you, that is just 
too bad so sad. 
  


Details | I do not know? | |

Ebb and Flow

Our inner secrets
Remain hidden behind fog
We show facets of ourselves
Like diamond ice crystals
Trickling streams of our souls
Dripping from cracked dam walls
We walk through crowds
Burying the inner turmoil
Of our white water souls
Behind hollow smiles
Our emotions heavy like mist
On a black-water lake

Looking up for inspiration
On fluffy white clouds
The warm summer rain
Droplets become a prism
Forming rainbows
The colors sprayed
Throughout the sky
A projected picture of hope
Washing away the darkness

We hope that someone
Would find our
Message in a bottle
Or read between the lines
Of that ripple
The waves radiating out
Like barriers to our strife
Why do we lose ourselves
in this ocean called life?


Details | I do not know? | |

Stuck in Place, Free in Space

Descending war pile on my threadbare past or
I’m losing my grace, for the puzzle’s not solved or
My gallant blessing is never done working or
My ideas are like heaviness across blinding sky or
My oasis splashes upon the canvas of wall or
My sunny angels tangle out a single smile or
The disturbance prevails the numbness of my existence or
I’m screaming, trying to build the confidence and

I felt like blooming in pleasing joy
I felt confident again…
I felt as if I belonged for only a few hours of my life…
I felt I was being held and fed with love
I felt as if I had a chance, but not in this world
I felt I was a stranger handling faith
I felt like I’ve changed—in a good way
You feel stuck in place

You’re silent, tearing down the hesitation and
The serenity fails the sensation of your extinction and
Your rainy demons unravel in multiple frowns and
Your desert dries out the imageless liberty and
Your banalities are like weightlessness around visible earth and
Your cowardly curse is always resting and
Your gaining your disgrace, for the riddles are solved and
Ascending peace unload off your renewed future or

You feel like wilting in displeasing sadness
You feel unsure for once
You feel as if you are isolated always forever in death…
You feel you were dropped and starved with hate
You feel as if you had a chance, in this world
You feel like you’re a friend juggling doubt
You feel like your constant—in a bad way
I felt free in space

(a poem my sister and I created)


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My thoughts, On thoughts

My intentions are never to misguide you, nor to judge you.. My ambition is clearly to enlighten you, brighten you, hold the stars so close that it feels like they can ignite you...Spontaneous, never erroneous, like 4 leaf clover with a hint of some fairy dust....it surely must not be enough, because you stand as if empowerment was man? your eyes lack sincerity that can be scattered among the land, just so that it could be proven, but what is life breathing having anything to do with, your character, your inherited nature, your mind of a million thoughts untamed and ungrateful? bastards or his children, we all are forgiven. life is not a game there is a reason that its given. though you blind creatures can be easily deceived and tossed to the wolves where not a seed is less treated.. Equality is universal: not spiritual nor commercial, facts are like blood, once it leaves you it hurts you.. The soul is beyond minds read, we cannot fathom nor conceive. but our virtues are still, so for this time we shall believe.


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A Girl's Promise

Everyday when she wakes up
she Wishes for the time to stop
A lot of  changes happened recently,
she cries to herself silently.

What could be done?
A feeling of light but w/o the sun
She wanted to change what she has become
A sadness that can't be seen by none.

One day she saw herself in the mirror
She realized that she's created for something more.
What can she possibly do?
Maybe A promise, but to who?

A promise to herself maybe,
to change the lifeless girl that she see.
And so when she wakes up the next day,
she'll never see and feel the same way.


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A second chance

What it must be like inside your head,

To come to a decision that you are better off dead.

To think that there's nowhere life to turn,

A peaceful life is all that you yearn.

Convinced that talking to family and friends,

Will only make matters worse in the end.

They don't need to hear your problems,

You think they've got their own.

But if only you had known.

They are there with you through thick and thin

Family since your life did begin.

They have picked you up when you have fell,

So give them the chance now and your problems do tell.

There is much more to life than just this way,

So please convince your head that you want to live another day.
copyright(c) Susan Logan 2012.


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The ones with the ears

Melted to the floor, with tears she nearly drowned
She sank to the cold earth, without even a sound
Her soul burning with distress, with no one to hear
For the ones with ears, had no desire to endear
Facing a lie, misunderstanding the truth?
Facing a lie, no, Avoiding to sleuth 
The ones with the ears, she depended on
The ones with the ears, turned in the dawn
Dawn of which her anguish now began
Recalling the fire which burnt beneath 
Her eyes like ice, departing to the heat
Her heart was now scorched, but her mind now burst
The ones with the ears, will now perish the worst


Details | Narrative | |

Final Fantasy

Follow me and I will follow you only to sacrifice and pledge my soul.
Now known only as one!
Soaring in the winds with rapid inspirations exploding one by one,
It is your final fantasy to live again!
Victim of suicide revealed by fate and conquered by the depths of love,
Life of life has just begun!
The warmest touch begs respect for the quality found deep within.
It is your final fantasy to finally begin!
Encouraged by beliefs to uphold the strength of one’s destiny,
Yet, embraced with one final and endless thought!
A kiss of pleasure obscures the kiss goodbye,
Accompanied with its warmth to pleasure your need!
It is your final fantasy to bow down for these borrows and trade.
Subtle with perfection you are as pure as a white dove.
Your desire is to never ever get lost with what you’ve caught.
Insensitive delights begin to dwell from deep within,
You burn and ache for a place to finalize where it is that you belong.
It is your final fantasy to conquer these steps in which you alone have made.
Sacrifice those objectives captured and held in your time!
Acknowledge your very own self with the quality known only by the depths inside of you!
Fly away with me, but only for a moment.
Embrace only that which enlightens the moment seized!
It is your final fantasy to touch and feel everything that you never knew.
Life is our mystery, yet we uphold its true value with our righteous dignity.
Harvest your life moment by moment,
Make it your very own prey for the little ones who never knew.
Gather the sensations and absorb life as you breathe in your every breath of air.
It is your final fantasy to indulge with the intrigued and explore all of these parts inside of 
you!
Release yourself from the depths of love and find what it is that you truly seek.
Life of life has finally just begun!
Looking up and looking down but never looking all of the way around,
The loss of control is the loss that you will gain!
It is your final fantasy to whisper in the dark and to cry in plain sight.
Open minds with open hearts capture the true essence, for they completely belong!
Spirits fly and soar through life with so much energy powered with intensity’s strength.
They find the treasures you’ve always sought but have never found.
Your final fantasy is to escape your darkness and to find yourself inside of this beaming ray of 
light!
 
 


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Six Pack To Go

        SIX PACK TO GO     
Show me a boxcar with an open door,
give me a six pack to go.
I don't need the good life hangin round no more,
give me a six pack to go.

Show me a freight train that's about to leave
give me a six pack to go;
I don't need the good life, tuggin at my sleeve,
I just need a six pack to go.

I don't need no brand new, shiny Cadillac,
I don't need a girl unless she's layin on her back,
when my maker calls me, from this life I know,
I don't wanta leave 'less I got a six pack to go.


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Divine Destiny

all see white
I see black,

black clouds raining
acid rain
to the ongoing
parade

an invisible pinata
being swung at by all

the mold has cemented

cracks have been filled

"no way out"
says the frightening
clown

his voice echoing between
towers 
shunning all smiles


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Once

The hand that once caressed my cheek
Is now resting on her hip
The voice that once hypnotized me
No longer speaks my name
The eyes that I once gazed into
Are now peaking over at me
The feelings we had once
Are never to be resurrected
We once had this closeness
That will never be forgotton
For there was a time once
When we could have had it all
Let us never forget
Once........


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Never---------is the right time Exit------stage left

From tots barely walking unaware of life’s fears.
To the rich in spirit and full of years.
A bright torch, now extinguished……results in tears.

For blood, friends, and neighbors raw unchecked emotions surface……love, guilt, hate, anger…it’s a varied toss.

Realizing you will never contact, hear, or see your loved one again, only deepens the emotional loss.

Do what you gotta do, to make it through.

Forgive yourself….if need be seek professional help, beats wearing a strait jacket long sleeved.

To the living of dearly departed matriarchs, mothers, women rest assured; “A lady always knows when to leave”…..


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Driven Insane

I don’t know where to start
When I look around me, I see myself slipping and falling apart
I’m drifting… I’m falling away into the dark
I’m dealing with stress...and now I hear the dog bark…

My eyes open like corridors... my life is a curse 
When I try to ignore the chaos... the dilemma gets worse and worse 
I'm failing... I'm yearning for peace to rebuild my courage
I'm marinated in turmoil...and I'm close to my breakage

Driven insane… I'm wide awake… recollecting my thoughts
I’m backing away from any danger coming my way
You tossed me in the drain… I’m resting… trying to untangle the knots
Overpowering pain… but now I’m losing control… 
But I’ll stop writing today . . .. . .. . . 


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Frailty

How I wish to drink the wine of joy with you
feel the brush of fingertips upon my cheek
to spread a picnic feast within the wilderness
what lies within my heart to plainly speak
 
But raised was I upon a planets prison
and to will of others made was I a slave
with eyes cast to the floor and verbal beating
the road to fear of man did abuse pave
 
I want to run barefoot         on green grass carpets
and prowl                  the mountain ranges like a cat
wing my way                         upon the trails ridges
and know no violence will me to attack
 
Twelve times faced I death and yet I'm living
I've escaped intent        and accidents of chance
like those who consider all          unforeseen occurrence
that the unwary can be              caught by circumstance
 
I've made my way this far         only by reason
four reasons          gave the choice for me to live
I've had no time to consider                      my emotion
nor thought about a need         for love did give
 
I've given vent to mans neglect and violence
for no different do I find inself my own
when I look at the reflection in the mirror
no change to our past can we atone
 
All those who consider justice and affliction
the pathways of thought and all her tracks
many millennia's of history have we written
the investigation of the goodness mankind lacks
 
The ever present war              within our nature
affected by our fight          or flight of reason
the stake to posterity                 is high and costly
far to often we are weak     to logics treason
 
For all have fallen down       before true glory
not a single one hasn't failed               his own thought
for everyone has placed        for himself standards
and in his own failures                 is he caught
 
For in Justice , Love and Wisdom there is Power
in the cosmos is ordered laws           that we can see
but not one single human         who is existing
can keep the perfection    of Love flawlessly
 
So occasionally I will have to ask             for your forgiveness
and hope you love enough           to set me free
for even if I think           I might know better
I have found in all of us            this frailty
 
I want to tell you I am stronger               when you are near me
I have found in you something       that in myself I lack
I never knew that              getting any closer
would provide the desire            to return  back
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller


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Windblows

Turning over and over through the
Hours, my friend. My
Eyes see yours and I know you’re here.
 
When you say “will you still come to see me when
I’m alone and
Not how you remember me?”
Do I know you enough to know?
 
But, see…
Like when the trees bend,
Or when the rain falls…

What am I
Saying?
 
True love waits? What the
Hell is that? I was beginning to think the only thing I’d 
Roll 
Over for would be for a good Cheetos bag.
Upon that occasion, I’d be sure to look
Good for the cashier at the local store. 
Hallelujah!
 
True love waits? What the 
Hell is that? I don’t know
Everything, but I know something.
 
Trees bend.
Rain falls.
Everything dies,
Everyone dies,
Sooner or later.
 
And the only way out
Now is to
Die before something else can kill you.
 
Stop
Telling me about something 
Other than me. My concerns. My
Pathologies. And for God’s sake
Stop saying “true love waits!”
 
Don’t you have somewhere 
Else to be? No? 
Are you lonely? Ah, I see.
Damn you. Leave me be.
 
Sooner or later, all
Things die. But…
I’ve got to admit you’ve taught me something. I 
Learned that all things somewhere, someday also
Live.


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Tide black

Tide black
 
By the night they haul the black canisters, 
surreptitiously, stealthily they move
midst a moonless night with rabid dogs barking. 
They say take care. “Take care?” yes, the death is 
hot to handle, fragile; a leak may emit 
unstable danger.  “Take care?” yes, they will. 
With care they will throw the toxic wastes 
into the river flowing beside the place,
the factory, beside the barbwire fence.
Haul those poisons and dump them in the stream, 
caring not to spill on their own yard.

They cannot see 
the stream has changed 
the direction
it is coming towards
their home=

© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar


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Future Events Soon to Come

I could trace back in the past 
Since my disorganized mind can't handle all of the excitement 
I feel an urge to discover something new, but what's there to dig up?
I could explore a new terrain...but my mind can't keep up

I feel like traveling back in time
Perhaps I could have one more chance to change my past decisions
But it's just my imagination...soaked up in grubby grime 
The unbearable sense of impoverishment...ruins my ambitions


Details | Lyric | |

Dylan

A silver river down your face. You hang your heas in such disgrace. I've found you in this awful place. You've fallen from your spot of grace You've never cried in front of me, But now your weakness I do see. You cry and cry because of she, And all alone you want to be. I do refuse to leave your side. You are ashamned of how you've cried. You scream your wish that you had died, And here I come to be your guide. Never again will you walk alone. You now have love to call your own. You tried to cut rigt to the bone. You're caught tonight, tears on the phone. Let me hold you for this night. I will help you through this fight. Let us try with all our might. We'll sit here 'til you're alright. Now listen friend, and listen well. We'll walk together through this Hell. I promise you I'll never tell. Best friends forever, it ends well. Now you're in a happy place. I love that smile on your face. All of your pain we did erase. Live loving life, for it's no race.


Details | Free verse | |

Love: bound and unbound

Let love fly
=
With ethereal compassion, a soft glow in her eyes,
she picks up the baby eagle, tries to convey words
of eloquent reassurance, sincerely she tries.

Look, June is here this morning; and sun is shining hot; 
last night’s storm belongs to last night; it has left an eagle;
a homeless, hurt, upset baby; it feels forlorn, lost, caught.

She takes it home; makes enclosures; feeds it with love, care.
It still feels solo, alone within, fed by love, fed up.
The enclosure of good concern grows smaller with time’s each turn.
The bird’s soul belongs to the sky; in its eyes silent prayer 
flares up as it cries; shrill piercing call to its own kind.

Let it fly.
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


Details | Free verse | |

Built to Destroy

stomping to
nothing.
there is no end,
pounding to the
core.
branches, roots, arms
cut from the limbs.
to fall from the almighty
saw.

disposing mountains flat, 
an army to stampede 
on all.


the grass was too alive,
must spread blocks
of solid nothing.
so the feet can forcefully
collide.

a machine to destroy
any patch that is promised
a machine to do
as told
a machine to implode


all the seats are taken
but all still admire.
running on
 heavy minds

the saying extinct will 
no longer exist,

only a man can project such 
a word


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Quality

I do not know                     the ways of Life
from birth been shown      violence and strife
a mothers embrace      was I rarely shown
childhood affection      have I not known

At age of three      from family outcast
neglect and hazards      uncertainty my past
from even those      who attempted to care
I was prevented      from being their share

Been a difficult road      since I was a child
to comprehend nature      that's tender and mild
the one who with joy      greets you each day
who shows you life's wonders      in every way

Been a slave      to the mean and the cruel
where retaliation      is an everyday tool
looking for punishment      and never for peace
from your mistakes      are never released

What surprises most      in the places I've dwelt
those who use truth      like a leather belt
the book is addressed      to you and your brother
decisions for life      made by you not another

I place before you this day      life and death
unceasing wonders      or that which takes your breath
but you are the only      one who can choose
to love your brother      the ways of death lose

From men expect      duplications of past
where religions are formed      his desires unmask
if you use men as       your standard of measure
only one man      had its fullness of treasure

There is only one standard      only one true
the fullness of Love      you must learn to do
I am the you      addressed in the book
I am the one      for its meanings must look

I must apply      its sayings to me
set the example      in everyway be
those who needed his comfort      for whom he cared
demonstrated a love      no others had dared

Mankind as a book          one he only could read
see his intentions    and what was his need
knew how to lift them     water the seed
to develop his justice         eliminate greed

It's difficult for man      to learn how to wait
takes time to learn love       get rid of hate
even in this      my frustrations well known
I want it all instantly       the lessons unshown

I know it's me      you're trying to teach
I know it's me      you're trying to reach
I'm difficult stubborn         from men shut my ears
from cruel reverberations         one everyday hears

It  takes time to digest     where thoughts run deep
to assimilate its message      its directions keep
apply every learning      with consummate skill
where all of its quality      our hearts do fill

So again I do share     a small reflection
considerations of Life       to good its subjection
one hopes the aim      for the target to mark
can be no achievement      without standards to hark 

COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
Via Duboff Law Group LLC


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Sonnet 6

Now ... tell me the truth at 80 spaces .
Oh yes monthly at no extracted cost ,
trumpet swans announcing "All-New" "Chases"
... Gameshow w-/ only purpose " Just stay lost".
scratch that ... start at the count ... three Faces.
flicker on screen , once more , spider webbed frost.
Pulse of cheekbone ; paper Artic traces ...
Hailing to the Fanatic's RoseArm crossed.

	... Why just imagine , All times // All places ...
Daydream reality clearly embossed 
by Our pristine chords reading "All's Debased" ...
Job to do ... hands join ... Avert as off tossed 
I may stain ... lip gloss ... gulp of life wasted.

All Presents, Our Situation Hostage .


Details | Prose Poetry | |

YESTERDAY AND TOMORROW

I am not related to tomorrows,
Severed from them
I am  related  to my yesterdays
The suffered realites
Do not trust the future.
Passing through the endless period of grimness, 
I have owned them. Absence of miseries
Is not the culmination of the anguish.
Painful past, More known, more intimate is acceptable 
I am afraid of the future, 
The unknown tomorrow.













Details | I do not know? | |

ART

Art is art is Art,

and as such it will be confrontational to someone,

and will at some point in it’s existence, 

piss someone off every minute of the day



( CLiPiCs AKA Kriss Lee: 03-06-09)


Details | Free verse | |

I can help you

The Russian healer, 
who once kissed me in a New York restaurant bathroom,
 pulls me aside after  meditation class
and tells me I am broken,

My voice and words,
Lift and fall, halt and rush,
Peppered with question marks or blank doubt,

When I debated another student that 
Psychotherapy can help people as much as numerology

Apparently, I am driving down the road of life,
Without a map or GPS,
I am lost and tripping over myself,
Wandering in infinite circles,

But, HE CAN HELP ME,
By offering affirmations, meditations,
Hands-on healing where he channels Godly
Light and goodness that

can glue, sew, nail
My fractured soul, low self-esteem, inconstant faith
Back together

(for a fee of $125 per session).

Maybe he can,
I see the earnestness of his sky blue eyes
Illuminated by the street light overhead.

And, if I believe, truly surrender,
It could possibly work.

I nod and listen and question,
and then tell him I have to meet someone for dinner,
Walking away,
I ponder how my psyche can be so shattered
When I am starting to feel whole.


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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Thoughts from the Clouds

Endless White, billowed dreams of squatting men,
I stretch out to grasp an insubstantial floating sky,
A fluffy purgatory, a Grayscale cycle revolves again
Forever out of reach, I extend arms, choosing to fly.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

women with a forgiving heart

are you a woman with a forgiving heart?
do you follow and adhere to the word of God?
are you a one who can forgive and forget?
are you in tune with the Holy Spirit?

commit your ways to the Lord and trust in Him to do
and He will then make your righteousness coming shining through
be still before the Lord and patiently on Him just wait
it's not about walking by sight it's about walking by faith

so where do you begin? how do you start?
to become a woman with a forgiving heart?
start by letting go of the malice and bitterness that you've obtained
forgive all those who have caused you in life some strain
rise above the pettiness and unloose the grudge
lay it at God's altar as only He has the right to judge
commit to a relationship with God and in Him just trust
it's not an option but an absolute must

so how do you become a woman with a forgiving heart?
what is it that you must do on your part?
you need to get your house in order and to God submit 
to be healed and then cleansed by the power of the Holy Spirit
with a willingness to bear with others and put your grievances to the side
in the name of Jesus let His holiness in you now reside

the way to become a woman with a forgiving heart
is to be a committed and delightful disciple fulfilled with the love of God


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Heartless Fire

In my fervent heart,
You knew I treasured you
But you didn’t return those tender feelings
Just see the fumes arise from the consuming fire
Because my wicked desires wasted away into embers
I love you…I love you…These feelings are ever so new!
I LOVE YOU…I love you…These feelings are always true!
You knew I honestly adored you…oh yeah; I always did from the start
But you don’t consider those mild feelings—you wrecked those bits by bits
Ah! Now I’m crammed into the ascending fire, splintering me with the strokes of death
Because of my virtuous desires, I’m wasting away into the pit of corruption
I thought you were encompassed with my passionate kisses
But you wanted to chase after your callous blisses, now I’m faced with crises
I detest the thought of adoring you…but I have to admit—I love you!
I love you…I love you with all of my heart! Do you love me too?
I know the desires that I have constructed for you never occurred in your heart
I know in the bottom of my heart that you were only enticed by your sick pleasures
You’re dumping me into the raging fire and you’re a sneaky little liar
Because I ain’t lying like you do deceitfully to me—I’m in love and I can’t draw back my desire
You brought magnificence in my eyes, comforting angel
But I’m subsiding into the cavernous fire
Because I surrender to my legit desire
How could I free from the embrace that yanks on to me?
You brighten up my dreams and set me free from reality’s calamity
I love you…I love you…These feeling relieve me from the blue!
I LOVE YOU…I love you…I adore your every existence—do you get the clue?
You knew I kept this feeling inside for so long
Nevertheless, I feel that I belong
In your heart…In His heart…
In my heart…we’ll never depart!
You are my true endeavor
And I wanna win your heart forever!
You’ll always be loved because you’re above beautiful
But, you don’t believe this love will survive in this stranded palace
But I’ll attempt to win you with all of my might and I’ll defeat the malice
Our boundless love is like two fireflies floating in the midnight sky
But you disturbed our greetings and you didn’t even accept the feelings I felt for you
Why did you blow away our interweaved feelings of passion
And blew them away into the heartless fire?
My precious love, why did you diminish my eternal desire?
You knew I worshiped you
In my sensitive heart


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Swamp

Swamped in feelings, 
Thinking the true destiny is gone.
Fight through the feelings, rend and tear.
The swamp threatens to take me under.
The dark waters that hold so many secrets, 
Rise to make me a forgotten whisper.
Defeated, drawn in to the waters full of despair and loathing.
The water feels cool, thick and dark, masking the pain.
I embrace it, feel it course through my mind, taking over.
The swamp fills me with what I want, self loathing.
To try and feel sorry for the waters would be wrong, why have I been wronged.
The waters comfort me in the coolness of their touch.
The coolness, that I no longer want, 
Flames, fire, heat of lust and a way of hope.
I break the surface, no longer in the cold.
I see the hope, I see the pain.
Wash it away.
Along with the silt of despair.
I am above this, the swamp reaches for me.
I vaporize its reach with the flames of self worth.
The droplets hit my fiery skin; sizzle as a I burn with disdain.
This will no longer bring grief.
I am reborn.


Details | Rhyme | |

Let It Out

Sometimes you dance,
sometimes you sing.
Happiness
has a nice ring.

I know there's something,
something deep inside.
Let it all out;
there's no need to hide.

Sometimes you need to cry,
let it all out.
Give up the words,
and just shout!


Details | Free verse | |

Traffic

Amidst the rising smog,
the pulsing red lights,
and the sound of horns and swearing,
I collide with enlightenment.


Details | Sonnet | |

Beat Red

I’d like to write poems beat red.
Like the color of my face
when white spit foams the lips.
I’d like an utterly violent embrace.

No pretense, nothing dishonest
about this undoctored rage.
Hold nothing back, let it all go,
tear off clothes, and punch the walls.

I’d like my poems to be suicidal.
Willing to jump off the Golden Gate,
overdose on sleeping pills,
a Black and Decker drill to the skull.

At least then I will have killed
for complete love of the poem.


Details | Rhyme | |

Crimes Past

To whit to be caught between two brothers
and become the sport of many others
She kept her heart from loving true
but not from the damage passing through
 
Oh twice spent the beauties coin
did deliberate vengence to purloin
thought knowingly did enter door
in spite she cast them to the floor
 
Though twas for couple it's own collusion
the device and trap it's own illusion
the crimes waylaid doth carry to the grave
to curse ones soul as fearful and not brave
 
Twas the story carried in her mind
her face to others she wished were blind
and with ones sight to look upon her heart
to know in violence was her start
 
She thought those sins would ever last
or to shake the paths of her past
in her fears her heart down cast
she did not know to forgiveness ask
 
Unable to differentiate between love and need
or if womans desire was only greed
If man looks upon her with his smile
is he looking for love or just another trial
 
She asks those questions to this day
must there be violence to graveyard pay
for many men have forced their way
in their behavior did have no say
 
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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Morbid Luck

Bad luck could hit hard…
It’s difficult to catch a flash of glory… 
Unfortunately, we end up with the wrong side of the coin 
It’s tricky to snatch eternal glee…

I wish I could increase your motivation and prove your significance 
But I have none that I own – you made a big impact on me believe it or not
I want to grant you success…or I’ll let God work His magic
I have the passion to accomplish my jubilant goals – I just got to be energized…
Be strengthened and have self-reliance  
I prey upon confidence… 
I pray for your dreams to fall into place… 
I have no choice, but to find my way out of this labyrinth… 
OUT OF THIS MESS…
Suffocating me in harsh distress…
Dissatisfaction could shatter your hope

We are fading… we’re fragments
Escalating ferociously…  

It’s almost impossible to remain at ease during these hard times…
Fortunately, we have a chance to be on the right side of the coin

The most difficult part of living is… 
Dealing with the outrageous crimes  

Bad luck 
Is totally a morbid result in life’s situations…
I believe that you could endure
The catastrophe that burnt up your 
Last drop of courage…

What a tragedy you turned out to be… 
Your morbid luck drained out your bliss
And inflated you with squalid misery…
Your morbid luck dragged you 
Into the abyss……… 


Details | Lyric | |

Eyes

Dream of a world, Where there is peace. No girls, That admit to defeat. You can walk on water, Not worrying of drowning. You can open your locker, And look around see no one frowning. I walk up to you. I study your face. I can see if your blue, Or feel out of place. I look into your eyes. Somehow I'm suprised, You haven't seen in yet. You haven't seen the best, Of me. It's a dream, Or a nightmare, For which you don't wake. I feel like a vampire, Getting stabbed with a stake. Why can't you look into my eyes, And see I love you? Dream of a world, Filled with war. See a dead girl, And be dead poor. A million things, Happen at once. You have to see, The best of me. I walk up to you. I study your face. I can see if your blue, Or feel out of place. I look into your eyes. Somehow I'm suprised, You haven't seen in yet. You haven't seen the best, Of me. It's a dream, Or a nightmare, For which you don't wake. I feel like a vampire, Getting stabbed with a stake. Why can't you look into my eyes, And see I love you? Think about love. Think about death. You'll see a dove, On your last breath. Wake me with a kiss, So, I can see your eyes, With such bliss, Before I die. Listen to my fairytale, Before I leave, Before I go to Yale. I walk up to you. I study your face. I can see if your blue, Or feel out of place. I look into your eyes. Somehow I'm suprised, You haven't seen in yet. You haven't seen the best, Of me. It's a dream, Or a nightmare, For which you don't wake. I feel like a vampire, Getting stabbed with a stake. Why can't you look into my eyes, And see I love you? I can see, You don't love me, But can you stop, The Dreams, The Nightmares? There's something inside of me, I can't hide from. It's my fate, But I'm too late. Dream of the possibilities, Of you and me. Look into my eyes. Think twice. What do you think? About me? Now.


Details | Rhyme | |

A Madly Aunt Tail

 (For all those loved Alzheimer's victims.  For my dear Aunt Zela and my own 
incredible mother and for me.)

Two blind trailing stockings dear 
and mismatched earings in your ears
Fire up the blinchiki as we belong to purity
Never lose your necklace key or try to play on sympathy
But always wear your underwear
and never steal and never swear.
Dress me as a bumble bee
Cause I love you and you love me.
The rest of them can fall for free
as cherries from a cherry tree.
Will you won't you please remember
Don't wear shorts it is December
Don't put on two pairs of stockings
just to go out wandering walking
Don't wear one on one leg dangling
and leave the other sadly hanging
Don't you cry or suffer loudly
You've lost your mind but not your body.
Don't forget I love you so and no one here could ever know
Once you've broken in my heart
We're one and one-we never part.
So rest it easy now my dear and never cry and never fear.   
I love you and you love me and that's the way it'll always be


Details | Blank verse | |

Luciferia II-- The Damned

Run away Run Away No matter how Far You will never escape my dark hands of faith Wicked and Damned you are my Sin Darling Don't you Tremble when I embrace you The cold and Dark may fill every marrow But at least there were here For You Tell Me how they So Loved You Tell Me All of your fears When the world is done and all their trust will render Undone I will always be with you And Now We cease to Exist Luciferia I can see your Misery Just follow me and believe Me We are The Damned Outcasts of this Natural World We are The Damned Hold on I'll show you what you're waiting for We Are The Damned Join Our Dark Reality When you know the choice the Wind Will come right through And you will See what you're really meant to Be Draining into the Night Shivering With the Smallest of Frights I am the Ghost In Your Dreams I watch You Through the Window Yes that is your name Written In Blood Are You Scared? Are You Suffering? The Dark fate is what was Meant to Be This is what happens when you Brake Us with Words Destroy us with sights Twists are minds Set our will On Fire I can see your Misery Just follow me and believe Me We are The Damned Outcasts of this Natural World We are The Damned Hold on I'll show you what you're waiting for We Are The Damned Join Our Dark Reality When you know the choice the Wind Will come right through And you will See what you're really meant to Be I can see your Misery Just follow me and believe Me We are The Damned Outcasts of this Natural World We are The Damned Hold on I'll show you what you're waiting for We Are The Damned Join Our Dark Reality When you know the choice the Wind Will come right through And you will See what you're really meant to Be


Details | Free verse | |

Consider Our Requirements

Consider our education
Take us to school on time so that we'll not miss a fraction of a lesson
Could you take that as a responsibility?

We need someone to drive us to school
It's not the same to ride in the car without you
You say you don't have time to consider our requirements
It's not the same to ride in the van without you
We need someone to bring us to school

Consider our requirements
Drive us to school on time so that we'll avoid tardy sweeps
Take that as your upcoming responsibility!


Details | Free verse | |

Taking my life back

Your merciful punches from which there is no escape,
Your horrid jibes I just have to sit and take.
Your constant bullying into things I don't want to do,
Your relentless harrasment,
I don't want to ever be like you!
Your evil games, I don't want to play,
Your promise of torture if I ever dared to say.
Shallow and selfish, tortured and unloved.
I'm just your little plaything, something you have control off.
But no more will I take the punches or soak up all your words.
No more will I put up with your harrasment or your secrets keep.
I am no longer your plaything!
I am now taking my life back!


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Poetry loves Porn

I hate the words
when I can not touch them
I love life more than I can say
This is the reason why
I tried to seduce Poetry

But she was a whore
Dressed like a slut
Eating like a horse
And talking like... me

I saw Her walking in the streets
She never noticed me
I eat Her just like I use to eat my brain
She never noticed me
She was in love with another Man

She never knew what love was
Because she never had a soul

Poetry loves in a porn way
She gives everything
Because she do not have to give
Anything


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Watered Down

What clears the thoughts of grief? 
Will it ever release me out if this confounded chamber of no relief?

With a sour taste of pride,
Your castle has been watered down
Will I ever find myself a thrilling bride?
My smile has been watered down to a frown

Release the tainted spirit
Gliding hoarsely in my bones 
I rudely throw a fit 
What could get rid of chanting gnomes?

Unfold these watered down regrets
Fiddling with my migraines 
Hang on to the fishing pole...let go of the nets 
Plant me in a jungle full of dreams and and treasure me like gold, once hidden in the dark some cave
Bring all your worries with you and put it in the grave
Don't you guys have any brains? 
Am I the only one going insane in the rain?
Shame...

Negativity swarms in muddied roads 
You watered down my sprouting growth
Your eruption croaking as frightening toads
Let your guilt be your oath

Let your suffering be sevenfold 

Roaming from grassland to awful city,
I find you rather rude...
Your aggressiveness leaving me pinned
On this wondrous amount of gratitude 

Let my suffering take its penalty 

What clears the thoughts of grief? 
I ponder upon this question as I sit alone in this confounded chamber, sending no relief

Check out the fields of crops
Once in a while, take a chance to water it down
Unroll your generosity
Thrive to gather your duty together

Take a sip of the wine,
A lingering taste of ripened grapes and aged   
Eloquent and bitter in its effects and removes your senseless grief
Don't return to your old ways, 
Rolling down on the ground as a drunken swine

There is hope that this garden will be fulfilled, edible and nutritious 
Your responsibility is to keep the field tended and watered down 
gently
Craving for its bogus effects, keeping yourself ambitious 
Feeling high above the vineyard, reaching itself as a tree, 
Wailing for its dandy sun to shine down on its hungry figure 

I worry this obsession is ominous
Could you find another way to feel satisfied by bountiful glory?
The chill-boned feeling could be wondrous
Than it attacks as an ill-tempered viper, 
rage-stricken and snappy

Once in a while, take a chance to water it down the crops
Unroll your generosity towards their needs

It only takes a few drops
Of wine to isolate yourself from doubt

Thrive to gather your duty together
So that you'll chase your destiny on its feet, multiplying the beads 
tied with stable string 

Soon enough, your hope for future cash will be dragging its weight 
down to your chimney top


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What's In Style

How can I sleep, with this warfare?
All left to weep, in this bomb scare.
All hell, is breaking loose.
Angels fell, so ready the noose.
In this country, we're all to fail.
So much animosity, right on our tail.
Should we try anarchy, that'll do the trick.
It's you and me, we'll make 'em sick.
Kick in their heads, rebel to no control.
The snake skin sheds, so they'll pay the toll.
We'll take on the Fed's, we'll sell our soul.
They'll die in their beds, hearts black as coal.
What's in style, should we be communists?
We'll stand on trial, and read off the list.
They'll be in denial, as we chain their wrists.
We tried it with peace, but that didn't work.
Gunfire will never cease, for Death'll always lurk.


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His Child

I’m a child in heart 
I’m sensitive,
So don’t misuse it

I’m God’s special child
I need to respect 
My zealous Father

I need to honor Him
With my young heart,
I pray for freedom

How awesome are Your deeds? 

Relieve my heart’s ache
Help me escape 
From the darkened pit

I can be active
And beat that race 
I’m on God’s good side 
God’s mercy 
Aids me in times of trouble 

I appreciate His consideration 
He fulfills me with elation


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JUDGED

A man is judged not by his fall, but how he rises up. 
Examples come not from the heights, but from adversity's cup.

The strength we gain while fallen down is what our child perceives. 
The transparent heart acquired from pain reveals what we believe.

A common man will fold his hand. His honor, in pity, dies. 
But men of strength will rise again, through faith in God on High.

Burdens found, in fires walked through, to God is very clear;
Trust Him to stand in midst of trials for strength to persevere.

Tho eyes will see and ears will hear, our failures worn on sleeves, 
The test is how we demonstrate that which we believe.

The test of faith cannot be won while we are walking tall; 
But only as our life is crushed and on our face and small.

Wisdom's truth will not be found, nor can it be discerned, 
Except with trials and failures lived, unveiling what we learn.

Beware the tests that follow trials, from which you stand or run. 
How you rise above the fire... is who your child becomes.


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Deleting...

Deleting 
-
With his finger’s tip pressing the right key
the photograph deletes, with ease, instantly;
no mercy, without hesitating deletes.

The face, the reflection, the smile, the moment; 
the photo which has been a poisonous leaf
burning him; the sensation of destruction
bursting through his eyes, - the pair of eyes
bereft of sleep, benumbed with hatred so dark;
becomes erased with a single command.

Then he fights with his self, draws thin lines of blood 
more than a digital photograph could have…
The scratches write the word ‘no’ with some crude tongue. 

Ah! Forgetting is a lost labor inside 
of a churning stream. 
Is he supposed to make the pain 
of seeing her, his love, now a deleted photograph 
vanish in a dumb trick of evanescence?

Can a simple button delete days and nights 
or shared wares of life
or one day being replaced 
with another mortal,
someone else?
No! No! No! He says and tries to refrain 
the claws of own hatred of himself. 

In a recycle bin a face still remains 
freeze in a shared moment.
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


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Crumbs of Deception

...A poem dedicated to a character named Koreen Mae Garson (a lady, not a man)... 

Your love smokes me like a worn-out cigarette Your love blemishes me with bite marks You brush aside the crumbs…now I’m stomped on all over again Your hugs are constricting like a serpent Your hugs loses its passion…my fury vigorously sparks You abandon me cold-bloodedly, now I choke in harsh punishment Your treachery strangles me…you don't consider my screams of importance You snatch away my humility and leave me with the crumbs of shame Your arrogance plants a grave in me…you don't notice that I desire your radiance You ditch me with senseless remarks and you make me feel game You ruin my modesty You stole away my heart’s virtue You bruise my sustaining dynasty You complete me with rue Your conceitedness intoxicates me… Your arrogance underwhelm thee… You unscramble my remains and insert me with the liquid of corruption Your self-confidence leads me to never-ending fate…you disregard my joy You handle me with maltreatment/enchantment and smudge me with your provoking expression You crushed me with your cunning plans, now you made me hunt after my prized boy Your hatred penetrates me with lush, crooked trace You swap me onto the floor, now I’m smashed into smithereens Your smiles lose its splendor...your enlightenment gains disgrace You disown me carelessly…now I spilled your moldering beans You’re imprisoned by the chains of infuriating heat, Feeding off the crumbs of deception


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If only she could see

She's constantly a dreamer,
Fantasy is where she lives,
Reality is non existant to her,
If only she could see.
She only cares about superficial things,
Popularity is her sport,
Boyfriends are the cheerleaders,
If only she could see.
Her mind is put to waste,
A head as empty as a flower pot,
Education is lost on her,
If only she could see.
She makes fun of the "weirdos",
She cannot stand the "geeks",
But those "geeks" are worth knowing,
If only she could see.
The world is 3-D,
It has depth underneath,
There is beauty under the surface,
If only she could see.
Beauty is not just skin deep, 
It runss all the way through,
It's not just looks that matter,
It's how you think and see.


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Speak my Season

I feel in this moment
every tremble of the Earth.
Every consequence of it’s freedom,
the quakes disaster for moving,
the waves erosion of life,
the devastation of windy captivity-
the scars of light.
I am born,
and I must again die
to be what I am supposed to be.
This carriage is not right,
I fall inside
fold into breaking froths.
I don’t want to be normal,
I want you to be me.
I want to be what’s right,
and for you all to see the pain you cause,
just by being the way
you
are. The ghost is not natural,
death is the reasonable.
Let me live
intended.
Let me let me go.
I just want to be myself.
Let my words breathe your sight,
don't you know the hurt of hiding?

I want to collapse in hail,
swim down mountains
and forget everything I ever knew!
I want to find the one
who will go when it's time,
and come back without reason.
because I am alive
I am not man
made.
I am oxide continuum
and I don't want anything more
than the transitions!


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In Between

There’s a moment when, crossing between two streetlamps, a double shadow appears,
arching from your fears, a body projected through years onto cracked concrete. 
So, stopping, you watch it split in separate directions, no fixed perfections, 
all later corrections point from now dividing as forces pull one into two, 
coloured red or blue at different ends of the spectrum, matter is best left some space,
life isn’t a race in the traditional sense, but against the perception of yourself.
Worrying is bad for your health, because as much as television may scream in your ear, 
grinding each individual gear, you need not wealth, 
but a hand to pick you up and dust you off when you fall,
no problem at all, giving pats on the back, setting the wheels back on the track,
in motion again you walk on from staring at your shadow, standing won’t help you grow.
And I know it says not to walk towards the light, but this time it’s alright, 
because looking back won’t help either. As a fighter, neither Rocky nor Rambo, 
you face the night ahead, spit to clear your mouth of lead, and strut on son, 
because you are only born once, and you only die once, 
but it’s what you do between the two that makes you awesome.


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Alone








Ascending on my own
Lamenting positively while no one's around
Orbiting and subsiding
Negotiating with my imaginary ghosts
Eager to reach my goals


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AfterLife

Bleeding so painfully...I escape the light
 I try to forget the hardships...brewing in life
 But, it's too hard to live this life...this life
 
Breathing so heavily...I fade away into the night
 I try to forget my past...it slits me like a knife
 But, it's too hard to live this life...this life
 
Fight away the monster in my heart
 Throw away my sorrow...Take away my wretchedness
 Burn away the hideous rage...tearing me apart
 Take away the anger...renew my joyfulness
 
Oh God...please forgive me...
 I long for Your cheerfulness... to set me free!
 
Bleeding so dreadfully...I pray for delight
 I try to pray for mercy...for this pain is too much to bear
 But it's too hard to live this life...this life...
 
Fighting back tears...I discover His light
 I try to pray for comfort...and I know He is there
 I pray for His wisdom...to scare away the strife
 And escape from the darkness
 
I look forward to the afterlife
 When there's no sorrow or pain...
      When there's no manipulation...no evilness...
   no violence...no craftiness... 
Replayed...replayed...
 
Someday...someday 
That time will come!


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Comfort

How we ever change
And then suddenly—revert to the old way
Without thought of the previous inspiration!
Without the drive we once possessed—the revelation!
Back into the rut of Comfort’s firm grasp
Loving the feeling of actually being trapped!
But soon the drive returns again
And the rut is never easily ignored

How we painstakingly change!
Yet so quickly return to our old way
For a moment utterly forgetting all effort
And remembering again the soft sway of Comfort


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Light in Your Eyes

There’s a light in your eyes… (3)
There’s a shimmering light 
I’m gazing dreamily at your sparkling eyes
I can taste a smile creeping in…it’s such a surprise
I’m staring longingly at your glistening eyes
I can feel a grin flaring up…you’re my exquisite prize

There’s a light in your eyes… (3)
You absorbed me with your highs… (2)
And the wind whirls and sighs 
There’s a night shunning out your eyes… (2)
You disobeyed me with your lies…
And my spirit drifts away and dies   

You fought my battles for me relentlessly…I’m overflowing with jollity
You lead me to your heart’s desire and it made me cheery and teary
You shot the predator chasing after me; you are my heroic hero
You nurtured me with your affection and wiped away the sorrow

There’s an angel in your eyes… (3)
You gather up your joy…floating away gleefully
There’s a DEMON in your eyes… (2)
You wave your farewells as your innocence dies dreadfully     
 
I’m peeking at your heart…Will I find our love pulsating with gratitude and vigor?
I can sense a warm feeling digging in; you grant me your tranquil, hopeful favor
I’m memorizing your voice…Will I ever experience your boldness and victory?
I can smell a soothing aroma seeping out; you are hovering like angels elevating with glory

There’s a light in your eyes
Your happiness glides
I can feel it when you signal your goodbyes
Your shadiness subsides
There’s an eccentric beam bursting in your eyes
Your ruefulness hides
I can sense it when you vomit your lies
Your betrayal shredding your insides

There’s a storm stroking your eyes
There’s a storm obliterating your eyes! 
But, I still sense your light dancing in your eyes 

There’s a light abolishing your joy that I yearn in my heart
There’s a night blotching the luminous light exploding in your eyes
There’s a delight bestowing joy that has torn me apart
There’s a plight that interrupted our time together…we shall depart


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Do we stay or do we go

With spiritual eyes much can be seen
that physical eyes cannot

As with most of us though...
we do not always see with our spiritual eyes

For us, we see not far beyond what is ...
yet, there is the dream, the dream of more far off

The question still lingers in my head...
do we stay or do we go?

For where we are right now
seems like we are stuck in a hole

With no possibilities of improvement here
displaying angst and no contentment or value 

So the question arises over and over again
do we stay or do we go?

Guide us Lord, to where You would have us be
and prepare the way before us

For without the assurance that You are leading
not one step shall be taken on our own

Our hearts are disappointed, yet not in despair
for we know your timing is not as ours

Though we say, we wait on the Lord...
with great struggles it is, at times

We trust in confidence that You know best
and will lead us to what You have for us

So in our waiting, as we stumble along, we whimper softly
do we stay or do we go?


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Stand Tall

"Stand tall" is what mom said,
But They all know Im hanging from a thin thread.
"I want to do this", I tell my friends,
But they all think Im doing this to become one of the trends.
I want to stand there and give all Ive got,
But Im afraid what they'll say,the hole lot.

Im shaking and terrified,
I dont want this to go on the downside.
I want to be told Im good and Great,
Cuz I wanna be the schools new update.

I might get a few laughing and telling me Im done,
but I want to make sure I furfill my mission.
I want to show off and thats no lie,
I want someone to make me cry.

Make me cry cuz I was so good,
I want mummy and daddy to know that the room was no deadhood.
I want to make everyone cry,
So everyday People would ask me to sing high.

Im afraid and that is true,
but This is what I have to do.  


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A Serious Case Of The Sillies

Lovely plummage....
This parrot is dead!!!
What's up inside my head?
I think my brain has bled,
Or of simple sense, not fed

How can I defend myself...
If my brain is on a shelf,
Unused, untasked, unread,
That brain is little more than dead,

So you prevail yet once more, again
From your lofty mental den,
As I do crawl away,
Hoping sometime will come my day.


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SPRING AND THE DEVIL'S ARM

      SPRING AND THE DEVIL'S ARM
Abbreviated by an early autumn night
the summer, once tormented by a torrid sun,
relented to September, as if dying might
give reason to all things the heat and time has done;

The stalks of corn, if touched, explode into a dust,
and water tables sink down to a new found low,
but love always goes on, as love, it always must,
through drought and flood, and shortages that come and go.

There in the field, an old man points his maple cane
as if a prophesy, and something we should know,
always, always, always, there will be too much rain,
or not enough, and only love can ever grow.

There is a blizzard brewing, it's part of the plan,
up in the wastelands north, with tons and tons of snow;
and on a winters' morn, snow will be deeper than
the fences seperating everything we know;

and how the wind will howl, and everything will freeze,
there's little we can do, but hope for early spring,
always, always, always, we fall down to our knees
in love and prayer that times like this always will bring.

Next spring the rains will always fall, perhaps too much,
for some the devil's arm will reach down from the sky,
and twisting life about, there is no gentle touch,
excepting love, and that is all that gets us by.

Always, always, always, love has to always be,
though borrowed from the wind, though sought in pain,
though snatched out of the grip of some cotastrophe,
if not for love, there'd be no welcome summer rain.


Details | I do not know? | |

Solving for x and y:

Two lines are carried up the hill
Your Father tells you it’s his will
to struggle with the wooden “x”
Spit, rocks, and taunts are filled with hex.

The prophets’ words are now fulfilled
Two lines are carried up the hill
Nails forced into your feet and hands
Your home is not on sea or land

In clouds you sit and will await
the day you come to cast the fate
two lines are carried up the hill
the books are old, but followed still

We know “why” you have summoned us
to live with hearts of faith and trust
Love pure like water that’s distilled
Two lines are carried up the hill


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Casting Stones?

You're not apart from others my friend
Nor have you been, by God, forsaken.
For in each past lay memories that rend
Leaving us depressed with psyche shaken.

God alone knows our past, no other man,
Though many may know some tiniest part.
In attempting to judge us because they can
They look past the goodness in our heart.

They fail to see that inner part not showing
The many things that God has always known.
Perhaps the price we pay is in our knowing
The disbursement for mistakes we've sown.

But in our hearts we must learn to forgive
Others, for the wrongs directed our way.
Then ourselves, for we've but one life to live
And aren't privy to life's moment or our day.

By God's design, the only perfect person,
died on the cross-

Written for a special friend, Shirlene









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Who we become

I'm a poet of life, so read if you 
dare. But let me forewarn you, 
you're in for a scare. 
   For I don't see life, for the 
light it portrays. I see life in the 
dark, and the lives it betrays. 
   In the shadows lurk demons, 
and creatures so cold. Their 
deeds have been hidden, their 
stories untold. 
   They work with great force, 
tearing out heart and soul. 
Once they've torn you apart, 
you become a dark hole. 
   Choking the world, deep 
down in your chamber. Pulling 
lives in, to drown in your anger. 
   I'll show you the depths, of 
your hurt and your sorrow. And 
drown out all hopes, for a 
better tomorrow. 
   Cause this world isn't 
rainbows, sunshine and 
butterflies. It's cruelty and 
beasts, darkness and lies. 
   So continue the path, that 
you're so blindly walking. For 
ignorance is bliss, and there's 
no use in gawking. 
   But once at the end, of your 
sick twisted trail. You'll find 
you've grown weak, corrupted 
and frail. 
   And then in that moment, 
you're mine for the taking. As 
fear settles in, your bones 
begin shaking. 
   I'll show you no mercy, for 
my heart's cold and gritty. 
Though caring and kind, I'm 
void of all pity. 
   I've grown harsh and 
abrasive, in the years that have 
past. And do all that I can, to 
ensure I laugh last. 
   I won't let this world, bring 
me down to its level. I'll never 
succumb, or give in to the 
Devil. 
   Corruption surrounds me, I 
walk a thin line. Between 
righteous and evil, but I'm 
doing just fine. 
   I hold strong to my faith, as I 
punish the wicked. I unleash all 
my anger, on the damned and 
convicted. 
   In these dark times it is hard, 
to define what is right. But my 
only intention, is to fight the 
good fight. 
   It's not that I want, to send 
others to hell. I just want to 
ensure, that our future sits 
well. 
   So my hands stained with 
blood, drag me through each 
cold day. And my boots caked 
with mud, stomp them down, 
where they lay. 
   While they gaze up upon me, 
as their heart slowly dies. I sit 
patiently waiting, 'til the light 
leaves their eyes. 
   Then I assure them, that 
they'll soon find their place. If 
God grants them mercy, they'll 
be saved by grace. 
   For this life my dear friends, 
is a gauntlet we run. And we're 
all lost and roaming, beneath 
the great sun. 
   But remember that God, 
cares not what you've done. So 
long as good deeds, shape who 
you become...


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The Tithe, and The wills, And the lists

Guilty party Alcohol companies
and those responsible for that product being targeted 
to the youth
put my name
in your will

I don't care if you make it a metaphor for a prayer
in the amounts that you leave me
and the message you leave me
with the way you care to swallow your footsteps
you've left behind

Cigarette companies
and those who advertise for them
put my name in your will
find it for a way
make it an amends
to the past present and future
I will find a way with your amounts given to me
to swallow you down
to choke you out
from beyond the grave

Porn companies
porn stars
all those who think 
I don't have a black file
and i'm just some ghetto wizard
and maybe a gullible god
put my name in your will 
pay off your debt
how you have tarnished
tainted mankind's image

All those building weapons of mass destruction
welcome to Gabrielles dance
joining those greedy people going to hell
And this is also for those with the power to send people to war
wether you crawled for me or not
put my name in your will
find a message for me to carry out
with your money
to choke you out
to tear you out of reality
with your money 
you will leave me a better way

This is the list
This is my tithe, pay it well
don't think i don't have a list
and be ready to buy yourself a few more cycles under the stars
Light in the darkness
may hunt you down
poisoning the well
you don't see the righteous wolf in sheep's clothing
nailing martyrs to the past
i have the list
you pay the tithe
and we'll see your historical wills!

Let's not leave out
those making drug abuse seem good
put my name 
in your will
and a metaphor for a prayer
to tear your shadow into holes
all you thugs and druglords
who think theyve escaped the lists
thats my biggest trick
put my name in your will
pay my tithe
swallow this omen
to set the future right
put my name in your will

I might claim some of your hard earned dreams
you've stolen from the innocent
of radiostations and entertainment
I might claim a method to the madness
of counterintelligence
I just might one day be the name used
when someone is stalking you

You whisper my name
you say my name
put my name in your will
make your amends in your death
you threw everything
and everybody away in your life
one way or another
someone gets the last laugh

wether your soul gets revenge
or you question mine
You are a name a number
a disguise configured 
found and discovered on satelite
and I'm ready to pull the rug under your feet
I'm about to pull the wool off the wolf


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No Name

Puffy faced she looked at me
The face she had pulled for many a year
She faced the future through half slit eye which couldn’t see the truth
Ouch it hurt it all made so little sense
What was next she dreaded to think
After everything she didn’t know what life had in store
The pain just continued and it never seemed to end
She had had enough and didn’t know where she should turn
The whole cycle was continuing and she didn’t know how to make it stop 
It was getting beyond a joke the longing for something stronger
More powerful a connection she knew her place
Was the spiritual dwelling and yet to get there was like a second birth
And getting there was the pain in the bones which left the long standing ache
She wasn’t sure where to turn so unsteady the roots on which she was sown
The ground shook with uncertainty of an infinite truth and the blessings were
Longed to be found
The space that kept her apart from him
Seemed to never end


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Hide and seek with life

Two realities.
=
“You can never give someone something 
without losing it, feeling its loss.”
He tells me, his dreamy eyes fixed on 
the currencies quivering in
the evening breeze coming down.
Time is purring from the bushes, shrubs.
The monies disappear soon, like 
those clever parrots, always alert.
He is now my appointed guide; 
together we enter the verdant
density of the immense unknown.
From behind, my hotel’s verandah 
tries to keep looking at us through green
trees and leaves; at last utterly fails.
We come to the ancient cedar 
with two owls, presently sleeping.
A rodent comes out to try to salvage 
the foods, it has left hearing steps.
Soon the owls will rise. Then it will be 
same ‘hide and seek’ before the rodent 
is eaten. We are there. Waiting 
for a predator as entertainment.  

=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


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The Journey so Far


 

Sunlight Cascading Into Flamboyant Shades,

Lives emerge and unite in Cacophony.

An Eerie silence, a glare and a Ripped feeling,

Is this what I Embody and Signify to you??

 

 

The Jealousy to Possess the Moments with you,

A Vehement resentment on being amalgamated in Crowd.

How do you Create Things So Negative Yet So Lovely,

That I feel ashamed and snivel at to Share.

 

 

Never In Life, Have I been so Alienated,

A feeling to Reserve all My Thoughts for You.

A Thousand Letters, A hug and a Bosom Full of Emotions,

Unshared yet Uncluttered.

 

 

That's How Distances and Time Whisper,

Never let these Moments of Boundless Love Trail Away,

A Trail that Sketches my Memory.

 

 

Without that Known Silhouette, Silences Ache up,

Winks turn into cold Stares, Flaring upon a Soul's being.

 

 

A Sudden Shriveled Drop retaliates,

Hide the Sorrow, Hide The Moment..

A stare at the Perfect Mirror Rim,

Into Those Eyes as I Realize,

 

 
“I WILL NEVER BE THE SAME AGAIN"!!!


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Tiny Fragments

I look down deep into my mind beyond
 the shelters from the storm

I dive down deeper, down past conventions, 
far away from the norm

I see in the distance a tiny spark, 
a light to which I lead

The light flickers brightly, changing me,
 planting a very little seed

I take my new found power, my precious 
gift, my holiest of belief

And develop it, mold it, change it, 
much to my relief

Within this tiny fragment; with 
the power of the sun

I now know forever, that it is me and 
I am not the only one


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Because she still clung to his promises

The girl was legend

All empty eyes & purple painted smiles. Every sweet white inch of her. And everyone knew 
her name

She danced in satin skirts that only moved when she took them off. She was everything 
delicate, everything demure. She was beautiful even when she wasnt

She watched the world with terror filled saucer eyes & the world looked right back with eyes 
that were unmistakably green

It was clear glass, they envied her & she wondered why

She knew they hung up her picture, plastered her to walls&books&frames that made her 
their prisoner. They stared at her when they were alone & forged a kind of intimacy she 
could thrive on

But it was temporary & in the morning she was left to sing her own self to sleep since no one 
cared enough to do it for her

The people that loved her, that glimpsed the real her when she uncovered it, all those people 
left her at the end & she saw what they'd done

They'd led her down the wrong track but they peppered it with glitter & held her just right so 
she was blind to every bit of it

She was the diamond dying in the night, she was the candied rose melting in the morning 
dew. They lured her with promises of love & took her innocence before she even knew it was 
there

She hated them but started to love them almost obsessively. The love hate became another 
prison & she thought she was free because she always got nine seconds of pleasure before 
the sun rose

Back bars catered to her kind & she walked in just to stand there & let their hands go places 
she'd never gone herself. It felt like the past & she convinced herself it was right

One night she walked in, skirt past the legal limit & eyes bright like they used to be. It was a 
shock-making moment, she hadnt looked so sweet in oh so many years & they were afraid 
to touch her

She'd been their girl forever, passed around & used like an old movie that cant be rewound. 
They knew every mark on her body, every scar where they signed her, a kind of "I was 
here" of the human body. They couldnt recognize her. It was the first time she walked out 
alone. Faintly she hoped to be pressed against a wall & killed but it didnt happen

She kept turning around haunted by phantom-feels & ghost-touches. Her body just wanted to 
suffer. It was instinct & who was she to fight it?

Every step was agony. She walked so carefully as though she was afraid of falling in a river 
of her own dark thoughts

But it was hopeless, darkness followed her wherever she went


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The Star

She stands facing the ocean, majestic in awe
Her tears flooding freely for all that is gone

It is the not knowing why, she whispers aloud
An emptiness inside she cannot understand

She did her best, to be his lover, his friend
The crying won't stop, will this ever end

She wipes away a tear, a light catches her eye
She looks up, it disappears; figures she says

She brushes the sand off her trembling body
The light reappears and it is a solitude star

It is tiny and far, though brilliantly lit
She stands up tall and faces the star
She asks for guidance, the how and the why

The star flashes once, then dimly fades away
She pauses and stares, what does this mean

This tiny star will guide her to hope
She feels this light will carry her far
To a place as calm; as the brightly lit star.


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Photographs in my Mind

I work through the photographs in my mind
Thinking of how we got here today, what steps did we take
All the choices that were offered, then balked, ones taken just by chance
This is how we ended up here, in our current time and place, alone within 
ourselves


Looking beyond the here and now to another place set deeper
I tend to dwell on choices past upon that may have held more promise
These thoughts I know are but a waste of time because what was, has been
And living in a world of missed opportunities, might drive one insane


So now I focus my thoughts to the road ahead, to see what the future holds
My vision is blurry for I am not very good at this; I haven’t done it in sometime
The most important thing of all is that I have a future now, something I was 
without
And with that new found future, I will continue on my path, whatever that may be


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If

If God were to smile upon me as in the days of old
If he gentled my step and blessed me
with soft spoken reassurances of love—

If He were to rise on my behalf
with righteous indignation,
and only a portion of my enemy’s curses
smote me and tore at my hard-won peace—

If His hedge of protection
set boundaries on the evil which walks by day
and never sleeps by night—

If once more I heard the sweet strains of serenading love
calling me forth from my hiding place,
and no amount of head lowering
could shake this hound of heaven’s ardent pursuit:

oh! how my heart would stir within,
bringing me to my knees
in soul submission.

I would rise and bestir myself
seeking Him whom my soul desires above all others;
I would shake the dust of this earth from my feet
and making haste
would run to meet Him:

my soul
my darling
my lover, once more.


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The Natural Man

Tomorrow I'll awake and slip into my threads
the epiphanies of tonight I'll probably lose
that train of thought a garden of delight
but the problems of tomorrow life will choose
 
I'll have made my decisions life to change
like those who swear off a habits lent
but when I awake the flesh will rule
and for its desire time will be spent
 
I can tie my shoes not even thinking
the customs of my fathers not forget
every path of life is set before us 
but living without reasoning I'll regret
 
If I do not reflect upon all history
or upon the strand of life I live
I'm doomed to failure of its mystery
if attention to its standards I not give
 
But so embedded in my body its demands
that wars with my minds intelligence
though I know of carnalities commands
my will power will make light of its pretense
 
So only of my own needs will I seek
I'll not consider your life or your duress
for I only look upon the man in mirror
and of all its lies I'll not confess
 
My focus will be only what I can see
its mind not be shaped by what I do
for the spirit belonging to the carnal man
will never seek or rely upon what's true
 
I will flatter myself and you with praise
I'll not recognize how insipid its emptiness
unfortunately I'll prattle on its savor
or to fill what is empty I'll not address
 
With assertions of the common beliefs invoke
for upon my peers I lavish jest
what's intricate has likely suffered broke
for this is why you'll never see my best
 
I plan to fill my life with pleasures song
for the universe cares not about my grave
there is no such thing as right or wrong
so with merriment I choose my road to pave
 
Alas my self centered mind I'll not dispense
the struggle of its strife too hard to fight
I have no shield for all my lacks defense
in all of this I've failed my own insight
 
I will speak to you as though I really care
but you know in truth not a dime I'll spend
because of course all know life's not fair
like all actors only my role will I defend
 
So there you have it a nutshell
If I do any good at all I'll want its praise
for I have set to establish my own glory
and to be written on your memory my days
 
source 1Cor 2:14  , but read the whole chapter
Romans 10:3
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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Just a hunch

I have a feeling

Deep, deep inside

Something slowly growing

Crossing the divide

I have a feeling

That something’s gonna change

It’s a matter of knowing

And it feels kinda strange

I have a feeling

I didn’t really have a clue

I just keep searching

It was something, something I just knew

I have a feeling and I know it is really strong

It’s only a matter of time

I only hope that I’m not wrong


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Women Walking

While enjoying my walk in nature today,
Dark thoughts came to me...from far away
From our sisters in Africa and the Middle East
Who can not even walk this earth in peace

In Darfur little Jill went down the hill
To fetch a bucket of water
Her body was found, she'd been raped, she'd been drowned
But there was nobody left to mourn her

In Iraq little Jane walked down the lane
Hand in hand with her mother
When the car bomb exploded a building imploded
Leaving them both there to smother

In Israel today children at play
Ran joyously out in the sun
Until a rocket screamed down, impacting the ground
Killing every last one.

How can it be, we can't simply agree
That none of us are being fulfilled
When all over the world, women and girls
Are being brutalized while their families are killed.

Needless to say, we can't turn away,
This is a holocaust we just can't ignore
Enough with religions and politics and greed
Let's end the nightmares in the Middle East and Darfur!


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Oyster days

Oyster days 
=
Can she remember her days 
inside an oyster, cocooned
and alike a ‘thirst’, waiting?
Now it is a great city 
where her painted dwelling 
overlooks the marine-drive,
now resembles a pearls’ string 
with all those inviting lights.

She has friends for parties, chats, 
for cheers and for gossips; 
now that she has opened up. 
A small town is there 
in her deepest memories.
Can she remember her days 
inside an oyster, cocooned
and alike a ‘thirst’, waiting?

Does she remember her days 
inside an oyster, cocooned
and alike a ‘thirst’, waiting;
when calamities come
like swift toed stranger wearing
a galling grin and knowing,
she has no protective shell
of zinc, iron, calcium?

The needle marks and habits 
are washed at the rehab.
Doctor prescribes this or that, 
for stress, for mind and for health.
She almost laughs at a pill. 
It is boasting to be made 
out of oyster elements.

All is coming back to her. 

=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


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Diagnosis:Blindness

I went through more than One should at 14
But you went through more than anyone i've met
Big words, IVs,  horrible sounds
Spirochetes & Spinal taps
Diagnosis: Blindness
When I read it on paper
It doesnt seem real
And I hope that you're near

I want to save you
Take the burden onto myself
But i can't

I'll always Love you
For the moments we shared
You taught me how to give
and to be selfless
I love you
But i wish it was all a dream
And not your reality
Every day


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Waiting

Oh when shall You come, 
To take away the strife, 
Of everyday life, 
Which causes great despair, 
We are awaiting for You to come, 
But it has been so long! 
How long shall we wait! 
Our enemies forsake us! 
We are moaning in sorrow! 
We need our Savior to come back! 
For without Him, 
ALL is lost, 
For without Him, 
there is great despair. 
- Inspired by Psalm 6 

Psalm 6  NIV 
O Lord, do not rebuke me in your anger, 
or discipline me in your wrath. 
Be merciful to me, Lord, for I am faint. 
O Lord, heal me, for my bones are in agony. 
My soul is in anguish. 
How long, O Lord, how long?  
Turn, O Lord, and deliver me; 
save me because of your unfailing love. 
No on can remember you when he is dead. 
Who praises you in the grave?
I am worn out from groaning; 
All night long I flood my bed with weeping and drench my couch with tears. 
My eyes grow weak with sorrow; 
they fail because of all my foes. 
Away from me, all you who do evil, 
for the Lord has heard my weeping. 
The Lord has heard my cry for mercy; 
the Lord accepts my prayer. 
All my enemies will be ashamed and dismayed; 
they will turn back in sudden disgrace.


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echo

once was a time i thought you were mine
soulfull outlook had it we could bind
our two worlds together and never worry again
except you did just then sever the last string i had to my heart
you may call this poetry expression to me its my art
a forum in which i release all my emotion when normaly i cant start
time will pass on i have a headfull
now im just glad your voice is noting more than an echo


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The Poet

Living in the fragment
Shards keep me stagnant
I’m both plaintiff and defendant
Daily tried in my own lament
Choices within myself I resent
Down on my knees I repent
No answers leave me discontent
Or are angels ever sent
Pulled by the devil so evident
Mired in midlife not my intent
My poems where I vent
Giving and taking advice lent
Days slowly pass and there’s no dent
Lost souls are my life’s precedent
Sickened by my own ailment
Painted with emotions so transparent
Love adds to my abandonment
Pain penetrates like an insurgent
There’s no way to circumvent
To trust again I’m ambivalent
The pleasure of pain coexistent 
Looked upon as an embarrassment
Dreams realized are only a figment
My story no one could invent
These words written are blood sent
Of a life forever being spent
Seeking a valid endorsement
Blood , sweat, and tears are a requirement
For we have to be diligent
So all can understand what we meant
The life lived unknown as the  poet…









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I couldn't let me die, yesterday

I couldn’t let me die
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The edge of the cornice is a call I cannot avoid;
the torrents of sounds, vague and uncommunicating,
are encircling myself; the edge of the cornice calls me.

A whisper of nothings, which can only be the dark rants 
of one who loves flogging, permeates in my ear and buzz.
I am the one you look at and sigh with disappointment.

And the one down on earth, who is cajoling and pep talking, 
telling me about life, mothering me and appeasing,
is me, seemingly calm, though biting his nails in tension.

He does not want me dead.  
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


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Hypnotized

Is slavery dead? Honestly it isn’t
Those of us who conform are stuck within a prison
We follow celebrities and we wear their clothes
As if they are Gods and we are mere mortals

As if they are shepherds and we are merely sheep
As if they are they are the strong and we are the weak
We quote their words and become their clones
And if we break their trend, we are left alone

And as they pass, we shower them with gifts
Money, so they can go and get their face lifts
Fame, so they can go out and conquer more slaves
Power, so they can destroy those who call them fake

They’ve brainwashed us so much we’ve gone completely numb
We openly cheer when the hero pulls out his gun
We don’t understand that we’re all completely mindless
We’re overjoyed only if the screen shows senseless violence

Nearby a police officer fights for his life
As a drug dealer tries to stab him with a butterfly knife
We’d call for help, but we’re busy with our own stuff
Discussing how the movie was good, but the killing wasn’t realistic enough

Our emotions are gone, we are all just droids
We don’t cry when we hear about a little boy
Who was killed in a shooting by a merciless gang
Because his father was part of the Ku Klux Klan

Instead we just shrug and respond “That’s the world today.”
“His father was an idiot,” is all that most people can say
“Things happen for a reason. That’s the Lord’s way.”
But that night, for that boy, everyone forgets to pray

We watch a few minutes of the news, not because we want to know
Coming up next is the new hit reality show
We’d rather watch girls dancing and grinding on each other
Instead of observing a woman work two jobs and be a good mother

And if disaster strikes, we observe the destruction and pain
The details of the damaged are extensively explained
But money only comes to charities with writing on the bag
The money must be packaged with a rich man’s name tag

So when the people see, they will remember what his mask looks like
He only cares if he’s quoted saying, “They will be all right.”
And with that, his money, fame, and power grows
And in the next election, it could even win him more votes

Learn to break the chains, learn to set yourself free
Your eyes are open, but you must learn to see
Don’t drink their potion. Don’t let them inside
Don’t stare at the pendulum too long or you’ll be hypnotized


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Chuckles and Gryphon

Tragedy has stricken and lives are shaken,
Loss and damage, precious life is taken.
Yet through positive energy, sweat and tears,
These two lovers overcome their fears.

Chuckles and Gryphon have conquered the foul,
Soaring high like the graceful hawk owl.
Though their lives were torn asunder,
They persevered the trials, never going under!

Together they stand, strong and devoted,
As friends look on, their trials noted.
Strength has been given, and strength received,
Through it all, they always believed.

To them we sing praises and look upon,
Their elegance and beauty as the prettiest of swans’.
Their energy is what we shall all aspire,
For in their anguish they still Inspire!


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SSRI's and I

SSRI's and I ...


... the sounds of thoughts clattering, my neurones sparking,
like Dylan said, my morning recedes jingling and a-jangling,

worn down by this leaden knot, tearing my insides out,
the cacophony drowned in a whisper, lost in a silent shout,

dreams and screams scratching the back of my dry throat,
caged in, liberation hovering like a mirage beyond the moat.


I claw my way, slowly, through a thicket of solitude,
feeling my emotions peeling, stung by unseen nettles,

crawling to an open field, to rest, beneath a sky ablaze with stars,
as my mind glides, brushing the soft grass as it peacefully settles ...







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Help, Ache, Scream, Mirror Me, I Am Only Human

Help.
Wish for it all you want, its not coming, you are all alone.
Ache.
The feeling inside your heart you can do nothing about with the fear you've shown.
Scream.
Is what you feel like doing but no noise comes out, 'cause the pain is too much, isn't it?
Helpless.
You've made yourself this way. Painfully anxious about what is ahead of me. . . I am this.
Myself.
Is who I have to blame for everything I have done.
Mirror Me.
It is my own refection I look to when searching for whose at fault when everything goes wrong.
I.
Do not hate myself but I am close to who I'd hate to be.
Human.
Someone who isn't me and will never be the same as me.
A break.
Give me one, I make mistakes, I'm just one person in a world of hate and I'd rather just be happy.


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Why Cant You See

My sweet dark angle  why can you not see my face.
I stand befor you my words unmask  me yet you  question who am I?
Madness  can eat away at that which appears same.

In the arms of another you choose to confide.
Was he that which you thought I could not be?
Blind you are blind for I stand in plain sight yet still you cannot see.

I knew of him befor you ever said.
A taken man cant ever truley share his heart only
his bed.


Cruel are the ways of lovers bitter turn  the ways of passion.
For the fires flame can so quickly consume.
Playing with a fools heart tossing like a childs toy
across the room.

You are the dagger within my side.
I the willing victim  for it was within 
your darkness i did confide.

With every kiss I taste blood apon my lip.
Your eyes refflect innocence .
 But  the illusion of love is broken with the 
pain brought like the lash of a whip.

There is much agony in love.
Hates resides in passion.
My mask no longer exists.
Is it outta of ignorance or fear that causes 
you not to see?


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Glimpse of Light

Glimpse of Light

When sorrow and pain set in,
And storms came all of a sudden
Surely a glimpse of light rays
Because Jesus is on our way!


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blake

to think he finally found his answer to 
releif,
would only leave pain and greif.
to end his own suffering and 
pain.
what would friends and family have to gain?
his life felt pointless thanks to past pain,abuse, and lifes trials and tribulations.
suicide was not tha answer,
if he only knew he shoulda been thankful.
what he went through was horrible 
yes
but staying possitive was tha 
test.
everything happens for a reason,
to find strength in god to breathe another season.
this was not destiny nor 
fate.
he had a whole life ahead of him now its to
late.
now near a casket they sit at his wake.
maybe it coulda been prevented if he knew he wasnt alone
instead of taking a life in his own home..
Reach out your not alone
god has a purpose for all us.....


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Home Sweet Home

Home Sweet Home
My childhood home
Is cherished 

Memories filled with
Silver and gold
And sometimes pure cold.

No one told me
It would go with me
Where ever I go 

When I roam from
Town to town
I carry it with me

I open the door
Each night when
I go to sleep
And dream.

I can’t shake
What I learned
And what I didn’t 
Learn inside 
My honeycomb

I can’t stop
Moaning 
About that
Home.


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Whispering

He fought and fought,
Died and she began to cry.
Everynight, she would see him in her dreams,
As a ghost, along a beautiful coast...
Saying "It always seems like you're here..."
"But you've disappeared."
In the nightlight,
He shined bright with all his might,
Just to give her one last kiss goodnight,
"Good-bye, my love...",
Flying high into the clouds...
And whispering through the dark skies.


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Disillusion!

What are the measures of success?
What makes one stand on high?
Is it money in excess
With the power that money can buy?

Is it the social standing
Of being known by one and all?
Is it your power of commanding?
Or lording it over one and all?

Is it getting a promotion?
Or having the means to promote?
Or oratorically create a commotion?
Or having time to spirituality to devote?

Is it freedom to indulge in frank-speak
And ne'er be cowed down by others?
Is it the time when you stop to seek
And become a keeper of thy brother?

None of the above is a reality
It’s all a great big sham!
Peace unto oneself speaks of quality,
A realization of I am what I am!


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No Words, No Peace, No Sanity

My feelings block my mind,
Words are too hard to find.
My thoughts can't be expressed,
My head is beyond stressed.

Adrenalin has rushed,
My screams cannot be hushed.
But  words cannot come out,
Words replaced with a shout.

The pounding in my head,
There's no tears left to shed.
The burning in my eyes,
These feelings I despise.

I cannot take this pain,
It's driving me insane.
I try hard to cool down,
Sanity not yet found.

Wash my face with water,
Cool the need to slaughter.
Now everything's all right,
Take out my pen and write.

I am trapped no longer,
Now I'm growing stronger.
The pieces are now whole,
Now I am in control.

By writing, words increase,
I feel a sort of peace.
Insanity maintained,
My sanity is gained.


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I Will Survive

I know I can and will survive the rest of 
my life, altho had some difficult
situations to face that caused much
pain and frustration.

I have learnt to deal with them and cope
and it has made me a stronger person
than I ever have been or so it
seems.

Sometimes I think of all the things I've
had to deal with and it often seems
unreal now like it was all a dream.

I keep my chin up and smile to all I meet
I am a happy person and upbeat
that is the way I am and love to be
as this is who I am this is me.

It makes life more barable to be positive and
joyful and definatley helps to keep it
from be miserable & dull despite
lifes problems I can still have a bright outlook 
and be happy
with a giggly smile that makes
my life all the more worth while 
especially when I can spend it with 

my most trusted friends 
I love them to
the end as on each of them I can depend
when my heart needed to mend their love they
always send and there to lend a helping
hand when I was falling into a deep
hole of quick sand figuritvely speaking
my friends are my treasure that I will
cherish for all time and forever!


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Left For Dead

They thought she was a loser
and they laughed at all her pain.
They chose to just ignore her
when she started to complain.

They took her so deep under
that she wondered if she'd live.
Then she heard a voice inside her
say she had so much to give.

They did just what they wanted.
They could hurt her everyday.
They could say she'll never make it
but she knew she'd break away.

They left her how they liked her
as she curled up in a ball.
Of course she couldn't stand up, 
she was so very small.

The one thing that they gave her
was her faith she had in prayer.
That's all she ever needed
to begin her life out there.

They didn't know the favor
they had done for her instead.
They made her a survivor
when they left her there for dead.


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The Tracks of life

I was once a little train, sitting by the track, Listening to the freight yard’s roar and all the rushing clack When one day came steaming by an engine large and brave My heart did a quiver leap, my wheels a twitter gave Every day when passing by, the more our friendship grew With each fleeting whistle blast, and more each time it blew Then one day in passing, upon his track I went Joyfully to meet him, from wither he was sent Blasting from the distance, an airy cloud of steam I rushed forth to meet him, the engine of my dream Then with shock and wonder, my joy was gone alack! For though we both were meeting, he wasn’t on my track Off into the distance, he chugged and puffed away Sweeping with him pieces of my broken heart that day Often now I wonder, will he come anon? Or was this a chance meeting, and now again he’s gone? The tracks of life are tangled, in the freight yard of our race We meet other engines that hold both heart and place How to live? I wonder, when through our lives there sail Many other engines, that aren’t upon our rail Will we grow quite bitter, when those meetings on the tracks Seem to mock the aching heart for all the love it lacks? May each little engine take heed to what I bade This life below is scattered, with meetings on the grade Take each passing whistle not as one of gloom Pushing back the others, and making itself room I will always cherish, that engine bold and brave Remembering now with fondness, the joy to me he gave But now into the distance, I hear upon the breeze That fleeting cry of freedom, upon which my heart did seize Once every while, I gaze sadly down his track But in my little engine heart, he’s never coming back And so I hold those memories close, and never do I fail For God had a reason for our meeting on the rail


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Tranquility -Part 2-

Pour fourth your tranquility 
Show us Your endless glee 
You're just like a key...
Unlocking me free
From captivity...closing in on me

Shred me like paper... my emotions rip me apart...
As...if...
I had no point of existing... 
I'd love to socialize here...
But I feel so tarnished 
Tattered deep inside
My emotions 
Swallow me alive 
Like a dark, mystical tide
Pour me into His delightful cup,
Oh GOD! Give me
The strength to lift up my fist 
Shred me like paper... my life doesn't matter
You make me cry tears of remorse...
Hear it spitter-spatter 
Upon your rooftops...I wish I could mend your sores
The emotions cling on to me...
Always by my side
I wish it would...just...
Subside. . . 
For they always beg for me 
To go on a bumpy ride...

Sorry...I'd rather hide
And seek God's tranquility... 
I'll remain by His side
Hopefully...I'm not denied

My future ride
Has arrived
 



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Recognition

It came down the wire, it came down the line

Rattled my body, settled in my spine

The power was sudden, came like a flash

Burned me all over, invisible rash

My mind wandered to heaven, it went

What was this force, from a god was it sent

Many months after, I woke from my rest

Pains in my body, my bones, in my chest

I thought long about the matter of fact

A certain time and place to be exact

Am I the one to have this put upon

Now that all of my family have gone

Will I take charge and find a brave new way

So I may live at the end of the day


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Depth

The vision of you is like            the sun on the horizon
which light        does set upon the brow of thought
the midsummer's buds                bring forth the harvest
the treasure of            mine heart within are caught
 
Such a love         descends upon a mortal breast
to be exercised         in span of shorted life
where hope does soar           like a bird aflight
such sails      hold the winds of bonded wife
 
Entwined upon our souls       does hold its rope  
The chords of Love the spirits     promise that you gave  
for therein it is        braids like upon us hope
to care for each other        like humbled slave
 
It declares your love       to those your favors chose
whose intercourse of cares      upon all alight
the final numbers of all          the called to wed
the seal of your love               by a messengers invite
 
Cast upon us are all       the reasons for this course
to trod its path    is the faithful map to true
to all our sins and failings          which we divorce
and its purity of heart           is joined to you
 
All of its secrets to your beloved     you revealed
and saved us by             the knowledge of its depth
that it be patterned        to the nature unconcealed 
gives eternity                 to true loves life and breath
 
I will enter the temple with rejoicing 
among your judges       we will find our place
what we have suffered         like an irritation
that we might give you          our obeisance and grace
 
You have looked upon         the oppressed and lowly
who have shown           the justice of your King
with patience       have faced all their afflictions
and know your peace           upon the earth will ring
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | I do not know? | |

Lost

Sitting still and watching as world flows by in a buzzing light
Am I noticed?
Engines and sirens wiz by with noise that pierces and echoes, drunks crawl streets in a
haze of smoke,
Am I noticed?
My childhood lost and adulthood yet to be gained
Am I noticed?
I wake and I sleep, I eat and I do, I love and I care but never do I cry,
Am I noticed?
For in this world the devil reins free, ripping the souls of the innocent and feeding them
to the weak
Am I noticed?
For in this life we all lead paths, to laugh to learn to inspire
What inspiration do I offer; I hold their hands and feed them full
I mop, I work and oh so I ache
Am I noticed?
Still sitting and watching in a world of self hate, unfulfilled and unaccomplished
Am I noticed?
I see the child across the street, being dragged behind the demon that is bellowing in his
ear, his face contorted with fear and pain, but concealed for only the pain ridden to see.
She slaps his face with aggression and hate, his small body flies grazed by the ground but
he does not cry,
He is my inspiration, the strong, the powerful, the overcoming of the battle and then I
stop overpowered as I put my hand towards the devil encrusted figure and scream
Is he noticed?


Details | Lyric | |

The Act

"The smile then melts off her face
in a frantic heat of boiling, screaming rage
and trickles down into a pool
of boundless sorrow...."


React like you think they think you should
Whether or not you really feel good 

The act will pass on
and so will they 
soon enough

Don’t you show your pain
Keep pretending you’re still sane

This life 
is a dream 
and it’s not long now
‘till we all wake up

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Look for the song-----coming soon!

www.sorrylittlesharky.com 


Details | Free verse | |

Enchanted Midnight

A lot of stars and Astros in the night light, 
plenty of astronaut and space ships in flight.
Too much of God's creation on an Enchanted Midnight,
not enough explanation into misty, dotted insight.
Forty billion decades of worlds upon ,
music in unison in my ears for such a grassy garden .
Signing off for now but stick around,
Because I'm here for a long time to come and I'm standing my ground


Details | Free verse | |

Grief, the Sneaky Thief

he's hiding in a dream
and in a waking thought
he smiles at each new pain
that to you he has  cheerfully wrought

sly, conniving, stealthy,
on your sobs he grows more wealthy
his smile your inverted grimace,
he's got , oh so many tricks...
yes, sadistic tricks he has aplenty

he'll wrap visions of your loss
right before your very eyes
you think you're looking here and now,
but find to your surprise...
everything you see or touch
a remembrance attached to it
he makes a miserable existence
a life of pure, pure,...sh_t,

but somehow YOU feel guilty,
though you know i