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Details | Tanka | |

LOVE, ANGELS, and MUSIC

LOVE God is always love Forever seek the kingdom; Praise the creator Keep giving what you can give Please endure until the end ANGELS Beautiful Heavens Protecting the meek ones earth Watching over us Helping us to cope with life Comforted with hope and trust MUSIC When you find rhythm You find your hearts inner core Celebrate the times Make them better than before Reminisce and dance all night


Details | Rhyme | |

The man who speaks the truth

The man who tells the truth

There’s something about those fearful folk
There’s many of them too
They hate hassles of any kind
When another says what’s true
They cringe, and hide behind the door
Cause maybe he is right
And if there knowledge gets tested
It gives them no delight

If someone should question them
On beliefs and all that stuff
Even though the words are wise
The truth becomes too tough
They have to have their Teddy bears
To protect them from the night
And when somebody differs from them
It gives them quite a fright

Though the truth might lose him friends
He knows one thing for sure
He’s spoken from intelligence
He’s looked into the core
And because he never follows
{Self-reliance is his way}
He always will respect himself
In all he’ll do and say.

11 October 2014.


Details | Free verse | |

Reality's Angel

I am Reality’s angel resting on the broad shoulders of discovery the truth feeds darkness and engulfs its target ideas and concepts in turn become meaningless to you there is a creator of all things He is just and patient many still have fallen into the masses of shadow wrapped in their own filthy idols of philosophy I have seen grown men fall like rose petals and weaklings rise into unjust leaders forever the follower of furtive evil dominating only to remain inferior the most important answers lie in the unseen regions where no sense can fully give assurance the mind that so many unreasonably twist and turn grows weary because of the distance it must take and truth be told the distance is not what frustrates it is knowing we are seeking something far that could very possibly not exist, that our minds can twist into theoretical, idealistic nonsense it is knowing all we really think we know is meaningless and yes—even a lie all that has been written thus far rests under my wings under the warmth in which you refuse to feel can you believe in me— though I am completely unseen? how much more difficult would it be to see Him?


Details | Free verse | |

Restoration

Peace to all of the inhabitants within and without the universe
Respect to all existence both stagnant and dynamic
No desire to understand only to observe and appreciate

Those who’ve sought understanding have greatly misunderstood

They intend to change (upgrade) and will inevitably spike altercation
Disrupting and forever corrupting universal equilibrium

Effort to become God the creator and healer of all is the cause of disruption

Persevering disabling efforts to be God with the determination of correction is the cause of infinite corruption – the effect of cyclical disruption




“____ heals all wounds”




No human is able to fix
We are only able to use
An attempt to restore is abuse




“____ heals all wounds”




Rest  


Details | Classicism | |

Mistakes

Oh what a mistake I have made,
Traveled so far to end up this way.
  Not in a million years would I have guessed,
That this idea was truly not one of my best.
  Never had  known things had changed so much,
We for sure had fallen so far out of touch.
  So many different do's , don't , and bewares,
Actually has left me absolutely  scared.
  What a fool I was to ever believe,
That she would ever be in love with me.
  At my age you would think I know better,
You can trust this will be remembered forever.
  Oh what a terrible mistake I have made,
Wanting all these memories to just fade away.
Tac


Details | Free verse | |

Generic Minds

generic minds listen to generic music
have generic thoughts that are unknowingly abusive
watch generic things talk about generic things
gee this generic *****is spreading like a disease
better get your flu shot 
thats what they said to me
a suicidal vaccine 
a subliminal killing spree
its contagious and the outrageous
thing about it is that the people are blind in an eye
that they didn't even know they had
it's sickening to watch these clueless civilians 
inside the looking glass
with nightmares of being free
without a key to their mind
for it is trapped in the frequency
in the illusion of time
bathed in our universe
killing all that refuse to see
those that admit to hypocracy
or see the message in hip hop
how cant you see
the message in the lyrics that
bring adolescents to their knees
from bullet wounds conflicting their flesh
contradicting that they're the best
but the songs keep telling them that they dont need no rest
that they dont wanna go home
that they should ride alone
with the gat as their only companion
and so the only path they choose is the one that they're told
until they grow old and hope turns to a window pane
inside a window pane, until all they feel is pain
they realize that the music itself is ashamed
so whats to look up to
when you cant even speak when you cant even walk because you look so bleak
your eyes are sunken from the tv you're infested with the dee zees
now its too late to turn around and live for your conscious
so when youre screaming oh please
close your eyes and bring your mind to life
open your eyes for the first time
and never wonder why
since the answer this entire time
has been inside
and you better find it before you die
you dont want your soul to be in a pool with all the others
a buncha brothers missing their mothers
but only seeing strangers
only feeling the haters
wishing they would have used their minds when they had them
and now its too late,
now it's time for another new born fate to grab them


Details | Free verse | |

The Color Missing

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

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


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WISDOM STRING

Avoid stress Lies erode A soul clouds Open heart Secure nest Welcome smile Drink in sun Shadows fall Left behind Legends stunt Grow in love Forget past
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This Day

This is a day that I could have really done without,
Saying you love me and do this to me hurts no doubt.
   Day  after day I pray that you will please stop,
What pain you've caused me has taken all I've got .
   I love you and adore you but it seems not to matter,
Still you continue to hurt me leaving my heart shattered.
   You come to me with words I have only  dreamed ,
But what they were meant for was to hurt me it seems .
    Never  have I seen a woman with so much hate ,
Taking revenge on me by disrespecting me till it hurts.
    True I have  waivered with my troubles with trust,
The one thing thats important and this is a must.
     There are no more words or sayings that will ever work,
I have tried everything  I know giving it all that its worth .     
     To the day I die I will never understand why ,
The woman I love does everything to make me cry .
     So this my dream to be forever with you ,
Is only nightmares for me  and dying is all I can do.
     This a day I surely could do without.
TAC


Details | Acrostic | |

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 | Verse | |

Home of the Slaves

Land of the free
Home of the slaves
The blood, sweat and tears of my ancestors resonate
Amongst the soil where they were slain
I’m hearing their struggle
I’m feeling their pain
I can’t imagine being forced to part from my family
All for massa’s gain
So I pay homage to those who promoted change

People like every slave who tried to escape
Nat Turner, Ms Carlotta, Harriet Tubman
And the safe houses who were in accord
And peg leg Joe with his song
Follow the drinking gourd.

People like, the disregarded - those thrown overboard
And who was dismissed and defamed
The ones who were stripped of their soul, their pride, their names

The list could go on  
The full will never be told
So I pay homage to others who were bold
Like John Brown, The Freedom Riders, Sojourner Truth
Ida B Wells, Phyllis Wheatley, Maya Angelou, 
Langston Hughes and Charles Drew

George Washington Carver, Ruby Bridges
Booker T Washington and Mary McCleod Bethune
Charles Houston, Ralph Bunche, Fredrick Douglass
WEB Dubois, Paul Robeson, Ralph Abernathy
Benjamin Banneker, Marcus Garvey and Crispus Attucks
Who’s death by the way
Symbolized the American lie
You cant declare the rights of all men
While the people of African decent rights get denied
But still we rise

Thanks to Dr Martin Luther King, Malcolm X, 
The Black Panthers, the Buffalo Soldiers and Tuskegee Airmen
None who were showed any love
Yeah it’s an uphill battle, 
But obviously greatness can be done.

We can rise above this stigma 
That blacks are lazy and daunting
That our worth is null and void 
And in essence minus nothing
And of all the names mentioned 
And the greatness of their successes
No one has been able to erase the evil transgressions of a racist mind
And once you have experienced just a taste of it
It changes your perception of time
The oppression beats like the drum on the chariot
Of when it was finally time to escape to freedom
It's mine


Details | Free verse | |

Believe

When I was younger i was taught to believe in god
Now i wonder if i misunderstood, Whether it was all a mirage
Baptized in holy water so the father could give a trial by fire
Suicidal thoughts seek to conspire
As we forget the angels and our demons consume us
Earth encrusted shoulders, each day a little boulder
And I want to be a believer
But all i see is anger and shots of liquid amber
I heard the preacher tell me that god loves us
That we're like angels, simply wingless
And i want to believe
That there's someone out there
But every prayer brings another Sandy
Children in the school yard fall like confetti
Like a bloody ticker-tape parade
As his light simply tiger stripes the shade
Never erases, simply highlights the
Yosemite Sam sound effects that serenade
A generation where white boards double a body armor
And with every dead child i struggle to reconcile
This love-hate relationship
But i want to believe
That the love outweighs the hate
But we're screaming hello
While he whispers goodbye
Like we're that second page in another hopeless fairy tale
Sprinkling bodies like Hansel's breadcrumbs
As we search for that ginger bread house they told us was a church
But we find only the pieces of us we left behind
The parts that shattered on impact as we free fell
Leaving us looking a little less beautiful than before
And i want to believe
But im stuck in this mortuary closet
Filled with skeletons of my past life 
Sitting around trading war stories
And i want to believe
I look for god, but i never get pass the neon cathedral
Sacramental whiskey sips and bartender confessionals
Never used a chaser i was too afraid to chase the truth
Mostly cause i was to scared of myself
So i exchange fear for numbness as I use whiskey-scented band aid substitutes
Trying to drown my demons but my terrors taught them to swim
I just want to believe
But first i want to believe in me


Details | Lyric | |

Lacerated Wings

They are bound to the Earth like trees
Suffocating under the weight of an icy grave 
Reaching to be free, but only their limbs are seen
Hoping that one day someone will see:
They can't escape with lacerated wings

The ocean surrounds me, covering everything
Nothing will be clearly seen; confusion overwhelming
No-one can save you, you're on your own, left to die
Manipulating every bleeding heart you can find
I can't escape with lacerated wings.

Swarms of nets, waves of screams 
Entangle: your captive illusions and dreams
The mask has be seared - The truth now they see
The Liar - Vampiric Fiend; lowly thief
And now they know you can't escape with Lacerated Wings

There's reasons for your rejections:
Your Heavy heart's transferred oppression
The scars are too deep to pass the trials
But you can find peace in your cage of empty spirals
You Cannot Escape With Lacerated Wings


Details | Sonnet | |

Still Standing

Where were you when my world fell apart?
The Sun darkened and the Moon just fled.
All had been done and all had been said.
And ripped to shreds was my beating heart.

Even the Seas began to part.
And the Mountain tops spread.
I lay there completely dead.
Even the Stars I could not chart.

If only you knew,
If only you were there,
If only you had a clue!
If only life had been fair!

I’d turn the clocks back,
Still standing dead in my track!


Details | Limerick | |

Off Of His Game

Stoneheart Mickey McKade was his fit fighting name.
Bare Knuckle Boxing was his beloved chosen game.
Then Muley Will Dutton broke Stoneheart’s jutting jaw.
To the surprise of all present, Mickey started to bawl.
Now Slackjaw Mickey McKade is in the sport’s Hall Of Shame.


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: V

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


Details | Rhyme | |

A Simple Lesson

My younger days, I had naught.
At least, that was what I thought.
Fame and riches, the goals I sought.
Wanting only things that could be bought.
Day after day, for them I fought;
And in the game, I was caught
In the cold and ruthless life I’d wrought.
 
As life progressed, I began to see
That not all things had price or fee,
The most beautiful things are truly free,
Hope and joy, compassion and empathy,
Someone to love and to love me.
And in my quiet moments, I began to plea;
And so, my true happiness came to be.
 
Others could share in this lesson too.
You can believe my words are true;
But it seems a lesson valued by few.
Instead of a life and memories you rue,
Reappraise your life and what you do.
It’s never too late to renew
Your life and be…….. a happier you. 


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: III

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


Details | Narrative | |

Coming Clean

It's time to come clean, to own up and admit to my mistakes, misbehavior, and machinations. I joked about "plotting" and "ousting" people, and the joke went way too far because it was taken literally and seriously, as if I actually possessed the power to exile someone from the site. You know what? That was wrong, and in the process, I hurt a lot of people and I have been responsible and at the center of much of the drama that has plagued the site for the past week or so. My behavior helped to warp our haven, and I have been wrong on so many levels; I admit it. 

I am taking responsibility for my actions. I've talked smack about people behind their back; a lot of us have; let's just admit it: it DOES go on. I am guilty of it. The feuding must stop for the sake of peace and harmony. We don't have to all hold hands and sing kumbaya, but we can stand united beside one another and put our differences aside. I'm airing out all my dirty laundry here. I am owning my fault and guilt and apologizing to the people I hurt; to make amends is the only thing I know, and one thing that AA has taught me.

It would make me happy if we all come clean, admit our mistakes and make amends. I am just as guilty as some others; I'm curious if they, too, will come clean.

I've been wrong on so many levels it's not funny, literally. I'm not a bad person, but I have made big mistakes and I am here to apologize, sincerely. No more fighting or bad-mouthing. Let's all concentrate on producing great poetry instead of feuding. All I want is peace and serenity.

Again, I take full responsibility for my wrongful actions. I ask for your forgiveness and for your patience. This is a most trying and taxing time in my life. I battle addiction and the symptoms of my mental illnesses, all day, everyday. I have Borderline Disorder; look it up. It's a terrible affliction. I'm not going to blame my errors and poor decisions on my illnesses or my father's kidney cancer. They were just catalysts that brought out the worst emotions in me and I took my fear and anger out on mostly undeserving people (some deserved to be verbally eviscerated, though, and I make no apologies for that). But I do apologize for all my mistakes and bad behavior.

Again, let's all just put our differences aside and focus on our artistry. The Soup is about poetry and fellowship, not feuding and fighting. Let's have peace and harmony, for the sake of all. Thanks for listening. ~ Chan


Details | I do not know? | |

Darkness

when you're fast asleep
and thoughts creep into your head
and flood your brain until it weeps
and your mind descends dark and deep
into a land of dead end worlds
where the only way out
is the way you came in
but the road is way too steep
and your feet are made of lead
and every smile is just pretend
and nothing is to be believed
and you're going off the deep end
bleeding rivers of hatred
into a pool of shallow deceit
where every thought is colored red
and every shade of black completes
every nightmare ever conceived
born of blood-stained dreams within dreams
where that person you used to be
is falling into skies of silent screams
and contemplating death
all the while wishing
to be alive again


Details | Lyric | |

To young to die

Too young to die


They take a boy, too young to shave
Who has never lived his life
While his mates are chasing girls
They fill his life with strife
They send him off to a brand new war
Over some damned fools Ideal
I don’t understand their wars
And I guess I never will


The folk who like to run the show
Or most of them at least
Have never even been to war
They’ve never felt the beast
As he rips right into one’ intestines
That hollow hole of fear!
Each leader should be sent to war
Then the picture might grow clear


Then when they send young boys to war
They’ll see the whole damned show
The weight of endless terror
 And then maybe they’ll know
What it’s like as a fine young man
To be sent out there to die
He might then know, how a mother feels
When she’s lost her little guy.

1 August 2013 @ 1443hrs.


Details | Lyric | |

Little do they know

Little do they know
this candle is a torch.
That this torch
a conflagration.

Little do they know
these rocks are a mountain.
That these mountains
are earth.

Little do they know
we still see in the dark.
That the darkness
births sunlight.

Little do they know
these trumpets will call.
That the call
will emancipate.

Raise your head
from its hunched state
knowing that they will one day see
A truest composition of you and me.


Details | Lyric | |

Envy

A day in the country

I went to the country
To see my Bro's Land
I saw he had worked hard
His land looked so grand
For a second this envy
It tapped on my soul
But then I looked deeper
Saw things as a whole!

I looked at his features
All the lines on his face
Not character lines
Those lines that add grace
Just sad saggy lines
From worry and stress
There was naught in his manner
That read happiness.

I’m a loser to his type
I have no ambition
I live for today
He lives for his mission
But I have a smile
And a generous heart
While he, how I see him
Is a grumpy old fart.

10 August 2013 @ 1700hrs


Details | Dodoitsu | |

Into The Sunset

Gladly into the sunset
I go not bothering to
look back at the wicked world
not fit to live in.


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: IV

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


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: VI

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


Details | Tanka | |

System Overload

Darkness consumes me
Corrupted thoughts take over
Soul becomes hollow
Self castigation occurs
Tears of blood destroys all hope


Details | Ballad | |

Last night I dreamt

Last night I dreamed

The dream I had was all in white
As pure as driven snow
And the whiteness of it all
Did bring me down quite low
There was something very scary there 
In the whiteness of it all
The sameness there in everything
Kind of drove me up the wall.

I looked into the neighbours yard
As the sun was shining bright
I heard an infant screaming loud
There bathed within the sunlight
Was parked a pram upon the lawn
Which glowed with mystery
My mother’s passion was aroused
I took a look to see

I peeped into that pure white pram 
A babe was lying there
All swaddled in a pure white shawl
Just white was everywhere
The whole wide world, Was beamed in light
It was a scary feel 
I found myself in corridors 
This place it seemed unreal.

Each corridor was long and winding
Like serpents, in my dream
And everywhere were locked, white rooms
This place to me it seemed
Like a hospital, insane asylum
Or something of this kind
I just ran round, and round, and round
With panic in my mind.

I could not find my room at all
And every one I asked
Just looked at me with blank expressions
It was a mammoth task
Trying to find where I was at
It almost drove me mad
And then I saw my. Daughter there
And boy! this made her glad.

She handed me the baby
And told me loudly “Take it”
And then I woke up from my sleep
It made me think a bit
As to what this dream was all about
It was the strangest dream
I’d love to get into my mind
And find out what it means.

28 July 2013 @ 1417hrs.


Serious.


Details | Sonnet | |

Beautiful Lies

December 18, 2012

Beautiful lies known as little white lies
yet one is no more deceptive than each
The truth is what makes it afraid of light
It's important we practice what we preach

Imagination built on lies destroy
Imagination built on truth create
Conquering evil we try to avoid
Tooth fairy, Halloween, Santa abate

Perceptions and images make it real
Origins of Pagan rituals true
We've wandered down this path for a bum deal
Now more lies are created all brand new

The mask behind a beautiful white lie
is the truth with a constant shield, but why?


Details | Verse | |

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!”


Details | Imagism | |

Unlucky I ams

I am a 2 gig desktop computer in the 21st century,
A phone model that’s just been phased out,
How can I convince the youngsters that I also had my days?
I am a Tata Nano right in the midst of a formula one race
Dwarfed and outshined

I am that athlete who finishes fourth in a photo finish
Yes just outside the podium positions
A toilet tissue,
Doing the worst job there is out there
I can’t win can i?

I am that politician sitting in opposition for fifty years
I may never attain pole position
Feel for that frail and ageing prince,
For his mother, The Queen keeps going strong
He may never reach promisedland

I am that sad student,
Repeating a paper because of that elusive single mark
You know I’m that hurdler
The one who led a final only to stumble at the last obstacle
I tried basketball
But every shot I tookwas an air ball

I am that mother who can’t identify the father of my child
I am that teenage boy who’s just lost a fight to a little girl
I’m that fellow who forgets an umbrella on a rainy day
Think of that performer acting in an empty arena
The comedian whose jokes are dry

I’m a broken guitar
I’m a cracked mirror
I’m three legged chair
I’m but a leaking roof
Life is not at all fair 
Everything seems aloof

I was small league star
But I barely leave a mark in top flight
I was a big fish in a small pond
I’ve become small fish in a big sea
Out of my depth but I will not stop trying

Yes I missed many penalties in my life 
Hit the post when my team was down
Had my fair share of own goals
I cut myself when I shave
But that doesn’t stop me

I will hit the reset button
Reboot the system if necessary
I have a master plan
A wonder drug and it will work
Or will it?


Details | Verse | |

Philosophical Poetry Week: Transient Tuesday

I am a misprint,
Ink blot on love,
I remain a maybe
Longing for fact,
No speck of lint,
A hand in glove.
Thunder; a baby
Will only react

When you etch
Parallel clouds,
Whistling on cue
To a dead town.
Dream a sketch
Of silent crowds
Becoming you,
This boiling crown

Chews thought
Into flagellation.
Holes in the walls
To spy through,
Seeking a sort
Of bricked-up sun.
A heaven of halls,
All leaving you.


Details | Light Poetry | |

A night to forget

She thought that he’s charming
Her friends says he is so cute
But little did they know
It’s the furthest from the truth

Her mom buys her a new dress
Because he ask her to the prom
But during the fun and laughter
He spikes her punch with rum

She wakes up in his BMW
He,s smiling with a cigarette
A morning she will remember
A night to forget

She can’t stop crying
She lies on her bed
Feeling hurt and disgusted
Suicide thoughts comes to her head

Her mom notice the changes
But she don’t know what is wrong
She use to sing in the church choir
The preacher says she stops coming around

She hugs her mother last night
Then walks out the door alone
And its now early morning
She didn’t come back home

She jumps over the bridge
They pull her body soaking wet
She couldn’t live with the memory
Of the night she can’t forget

It’s sad that her young life was ruin
By the evil that lays hidden behind a smile
Her mother life is shattered
Never knowing what happen to her child

This is happening to innocent girls
All over the world
Taking away their dignity and pride
Sucking the life out of their very soul

Another girl sits under a tree
Reading a book of poem by kaz ishmael
He said “excuse me just got to say
That you have a beautiful smile

She brushes her long hair
Think her jeans didn’t fit to right
His BMW is waiting out side
They are going to movies tonight


Details | Verse | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Going Home

What is it to see the soil of home again?
A welcome, snow-struck and a return
To cold; sharp white contrasts sunburn.
We converse in broken tongues to men

We know, hooked on holiday language
Comprised of wandering hand signs.
Collect the car and pay parking fines,
Drive through towns and over a bridge

Until we reach the Western gateway.
Oh when will we arrive at our house?
No camels there, only field mouse
Which are eaten by our cat anyway.

The plane flies for an age, slyly yawning
Through the stretching, pealing sky,
A knife through air; what it is to fly.
Our travels over; a new day is dawning.


Details | Haiku | |

MUSIC - HAIKU

Play The Radio Get Up And Dance All Night Long Music Heals The Soul


Details | Ballad | |

Goats

Goats

They’re everywhere
These pretty little creatures
On the serpent road to Exmouth
They be some of the features
Along with Emus, Kangaroos
And handsome birds of prey
These little goats be bountiful
They’re all along the way.

They be domestic goats 
Who’ve gone back to the wilds
Where they have bred one million fold.
As one moves along the miles
These little goats be seen so much
In their many shades and hues
Don’t know where they got their water
It be tough country too.

The weather here be hot and dry
As the sun bakes everything
And mostly here no rain does fall
To drinking water bring.
And yet these goats look healthy as
Such nimble little beasts
You’d see some dead there in the road
As the crows do have their feast.

That be the price of progress
That poor beasts have to die
That be the curse of human beings
Sometimes it makes me cry
Yet still they be so plentiful
These handsome little guys
Another little part of nature
That make love in me rise.


Details | Free verse | |

Freedom in Love

Keeping my head up, treading water
Cut throat surviving, struggling
Going under, death visits
Will to live, tested!
Selfishness Vs Selflessness
A Greater Love, encompasses me
God demonstrating mercy, for his children
Learning about forgiveness, cultivating, inner faith
Melody of Love, one can experience
In the darkest, waking hours, of everyday living
Self survival, learning how to live
Peace of Mind, Peace of Heart
Peaceful Spirit, Freedom in Love


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.


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Flat Canvas

Flat canvas;

Bubbling brown ridges strike 
The confining dimensions in a hostile yawn: 
Upwards, Outwards.

Walk the world no longer, an ending beckons, 
A precipice builds moments where swallows wager wings 
On new seed: New breeds.
Falling buys the assurance of seconds
From a sinking well. 
Oh well.

Remember us when the globe begins to slip,
Bang drums for our pity:
Our crescendos mean less than meaningless.
And then, when spheres crack, continue 
On the whorl of a thumb, 
Stretching hope to nothing.
Run.


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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."


Details | Ballad | |

Election day

Election Day

Last week was our election
It’s been going on for weeks
From the space where I was standing
It all looked kind of bleak
The chance of labor leaders
Getting the ruling hand
There’d been some inside fighting
They weren’t looking too grand.

But when I thought about it
It didn’t really matter
All these fools, it seems to me
Are only noisy chatter
They promise this, they promise that
And then what do they do?
Nothing, absolutely naught
They say is ever true?

So anyway I was lucky
What by accident, I done
Was muck up on the valet sheet
I failed on every one
Of those boring little boxes
That were staring up at me
But I really did not want to vote
So it was meant to be.

11 September 2013@1720hrs.



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God Says Come All Who Are Thirsty

Come, all of you who are thirsty! Whose life has run dry! Come to God’s living waters. Your needs, he shall supply! Come, those without money! Come, buy and eat! Buy wine and milk without money! That you may be complete! Why spend money on what isn’t bread? And labor with no satisfaction? Behold the glory of the Lord! He offers his wonderful salvation! Listen to God! And eat that which taste so sweet! God brings everything to the table, so that you may be complete! Allow your soul to delight, in the riches of God, most fare! Allow his goodness and mercy to keep you in his care! Listen to the voice of God now! That your soul may live! Won’t you come and receive all, that God has to give? He’s the God of creation, and is waiting for YOU! Come all who are thirsty! That your life may be renewed! By Jim Pemberton 07/14/13 Read Psalm 55:1-3


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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. 


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Wounding Words

words that pierce like a sharpened edge
the pen has no regret
old pain incessant we must dredge
if not forgive, forget?

but the power of a simple verse
overlooked by the creator
has made the past in present worse
and lesser pain now greater


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Ignorance meets Insanity

Seriousness settles in, like an old friend
Seriousness spreads like a disease
Infecting us, accelerating, our aging process 
Our youthfulness, our playfulness, slowly slipping away
Our wonder in life, diminishing
Seriousness leading to rigidness, pathway to small mindedness!

Days and years, rolling into one
Colourless, lifeless, mundane, dull and boring
“What day is it?”
“Don’t smile or your face might crack!”
Judgemental, cantankerous!
Pompous attitudes, of modern day man

Stubbornness and ignorance, clinging to what’s familiar
Seriousness, up tightness, humourless, imagination vanished, pathway to madness!
The mind focused on its self created drama’s
Fears constantly being stimulated, from our outside world
Personal insecurities, constantly being triggered, inside
The past lives on, the present forgotten 
What was once important, now, left on the back burner
Hard headed, victim orientated
Righteous, self absorbed
Emptiness, hollowness, helplessness

Seriousness and ignorance, walk hand in hand
Becoming, our best friends
The vampire suckers of vitality
Sucking the life, out of our personal goals and childhood dreams
Lose of faith, gradually, losing our way
Lost, amongst the thick of it
Not knowing any different
Everything becoming an illusion
Seeing things as it should be
In our own little universe, no one else’s!

Entrapment of the mind
Our, personal intelligence, laying dormant
Body and mind, riddled with dis - ease
Heart beating hard, starving for a substance, we call love
Numb, to the outside
Numb, on the inside
Desensitized!
Going crazy!
Consumed with our own self created loneliness and separation
Ignorance meets insanity!


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Hold On To You

Why am I so selfish?
Why do I live for the wrong things?
I am dying inside
Because I refuse to see the light.
I need to say yes,
But I still haven't learned that yet.
I am a fool,
And I am hurting you.
If I would let go of myself,
I would hold on to you.


Details | Rhyme | |

Totality

Totality.

The fool he seeks perfection, the sage totality
The former holds one down with stress
And causes misery.
For perfection be a foolish dream
And can’t be realized.
For tell me  “where’s perfection?
Well what be worth that prize?

Perfection be a state of mind
A struggle, yes indeed
Which brings self-consciousness to light
And does the ego feed.
And tell me then, what is it ?
This damned elusive thing
Can it be ever realized?
This dream to which, folk cling.

And yet, you know totality
Be the way of all the wise
The future can’t come into it
The moment be the prize.
This moment be forever
With no future and no past
And when one’s part of all of this
Then potential it is vast.

11 November 2014


Details | Quatern | |

This Gentle Breeze

And so this gentle breeze does sigh
as it listens to all my words,
and away they now softly fly
given wings as if they were birds.

As now it drys away my tears,
and so this gentle breeze does sigh,
hearing all my doubts and fears
for to the air I did weep and cry.

Into my soul it seems to pry
as quietly my words were thrown.
And so, this gentle breeze does sigh
as to the wind my thoughts have flown.

And so a little more at ease,
soothed, my troubles, for now, float on by
carried away by small degrees
and so, this gentle breeze, does sigh.


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Hypocrite

I am a hypocrite and look what I just did:
I fell into my darkest pit; now, again, and again.
I thought that I was strong enough to live the truths I said;
Now I realized I'm much too weak; a fool too ashamed to raise his head.
God, please save me, please forgive me, and please give me strength. 
I love You.
I thank You.
I am forever changed.


Details | Pastoral | |

The Last Hour of the Christ

I wear the crown of hatred
misunderstanding and despair upon my hair
upon my back a wooden cross I bare
I know not why I’m hated so
all the people seemed to love me just a week ago

my skin is cut from head to toe
from whips of leather by men who wish to see me die
I spoke the truth for all the people to understand
my words of truth where words to set man free
from degradation hate and hell to live in harmony
for the rest of history

I cured the sick and healed the blind
with the touch of my own hand
I’ve walked on water and walked on sand
to preach and bring my truth through out the land 

people came from all around 
and would sit for hours upon the ground
I once had twelve good men who followed me around
now there’s only eleven one man let me down

my words have been mistaken
my God he has forsaken 
for that my life they’re taken
I believe that I have failed 
as my hands and feet are nailed upon this wooden cross
as they raise me in the air
all their sins I know I must bare

I want to scream not fair not fair
I’m just a young man I only wanted to teach
there are so many more people that I wanted to reach
my age is only thirty three
I pray my God
that they the people will remember me

written by Dennis H. Davis 
This poem was written from the human aspect of Jesus Christ. I wrote this poem with no effort what so ever it was as though it was being told to me. I watched my hand move across the page with a purpose a message I believe Jesus wanted this poem written.


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Losing Grip

Future held such initial promise
But shallow dreams disintegrated
Coalescing into shallower reality

Despite my youth, pain cripples me to geriatric apathy
General interest long gone, death has become the single concern
A welcome embrace, a welcome friend
Tardiness is expected, as well as encouraged

Release me from these eternally shrinking walls
Allow the peons to continue their superficial pursuits
Never meshing well into the fold, I yearn simply for permanent isolation
There is not enough joy to justify the agony that life forever guarantees me

Nihilism and anger, desires for maniacal retribution, the only feelings I've ever known
Clouded over now by perpetual physical torment, my formerly hollow shell continues to exist without capacity for optimism
Yet without hate, there seems nothing left
Shall I forever be adrift?


Details | Ballade | |

Big panic

Big panic

It’s just one of those days today
All the power here is gone
Oh what a catastrophy
The list goes on and on
Of all the things that we can’t do
There’s no more drinking tea
And sitting down to my computer
What a ruddy curse this be.

We never seem to realize
How lost we seem to be
Without that electricity
Can’t even watch TV
No radios or computer games
No vacuuming the floors 
Can’t even use the ruddy treadmill
And still there’s so much more.

What spoilt creatures then, are we
Until it lets us down
Then we walk around the house
Wearing a great big frown
But me I’m thinking ‘can’t be helped
That’s just the way things are
Nd so I light me up a smoke
And play my old guitar.

24 July 2013 @ 1020hrs.


Details | Quatrain | |

Daily Despair

another day seeps down the drain,
I cannot find the leak.
what am I if not insane?
my thoughts too dark to speak.

the daily flogging of my spirit
is more than most could bear.
my fate reveals that I should fear it,
yet it's jaws cannot ensnare

my mind and will are still my own,
despite the efforts of big brother.
the path less traveled I'll take alone
only to find there are always others

who dare traverse the same dark trail
and challenge the righteous rank
whose morality is a living hell
for those who choose to think.


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Hey Bartender

Written 2010


Flashing lights and sounds roll by
Hear the sound of muffled sighs
Sullen words cannot express
Just confess, and lift it off your chest
Told the priest would hear your cries
If you don't feed him blatent lies

Oh he's your only friend 
But he don't want to hear your sins
He's off doing his own thing
But it's far from priestly things
Oh he wont look in your direction
Let alone show you affection
Even when he hears your plea,
"Hey bartender please!"
Gone are all your hopes and dreams
All you ever sought to be
Heard from all across the room
Are many empty pleas,
"Oh won't you pity me?"

You can close your eyes and count to 10
Again and again
But he wont come back to help his fellow men
He was your only friend, but he left you all alone
To wallow in your sin
He failed to listen to your prayer
Now your lost in dark dispair

You can hide behind your cries
But he'll see into your eyes
Until the time you leave his bar
And wobble to your car


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play, pause


i’m splitting at the seams.

torn,

one arm gently pulls, the other yanks-

violently.

never a moment of silent bliss,

i bite my lip until crimson liquid seeps out the corners of my mouth

and drips

staining my peplum top.

distant memories creep into my mind to warn of the shame i’ll find

in this game of hide-and-seek

if i let them see that my smile isn’t real

and my blood prefers to stay in my veins.

So I don’t stop.

I move my lips into position

and wipe the blood from my chin.

And press ‘play’ on the cassette tape that reads:

"of course I’m happy",

because I can’t form those words myself.


Details | Quatrain | |

Nocturnal Hell

Darkness falls like acid rain
upon my sleepless eyes.
A deeply burning visceral pain,
the torment that denies

my soul of rest that cannot be,
too much stirs deep within.
And what's plain to all I cannot see,
despite such papyraceous skin.

The body screams for sweet relief,
but the mind just has to purge
dark thoughts and verse beyond belief.
From cryptic neurons they emerge.

So slumber waits another day
that quickly fades to night.
There's no amount I wouldn't pay
to be awakened by morning's light.


Details | Haiku | |

Poetry

Baring of your soul
Dancing naked for the world
Deep tension is eased



Just a note of thanks to all who are encouraging my work and reading my poetry.
I so appreciate all of you.  Poetry Soup has become a bright spot in my life. :)  

May a butterfly land on your shoulder (a poem that has yet to be created)
Willow


Details | Rhyme | |

Tap Dance Ode to the Writer's Pitch

You better be a little rich,
If you choose to make a pitch.
By bus or car you make the trip,
You've trained yourself just not to slip.
The agents sit; a motley crew,
A few may even look at you.
To them it's just the same old hat,
To find some meat stuck in the fat.
The writer wonders what they think,
Is he good or does he stink?
Most go home with little done,
Was this pitch just done for fun?


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Gossipers

Gossipers 
Alas! my ears
All these years
Have been made to hear
Words of  those from afar and near
Making many to shed tears

Those from afar and near
Said of those close to me and dear
Things that I never wanted to hear

I heard them say...
“ He has blundered!”
“His blunder is plunder...
Let us tear him assunder”
Secretly they plotted
They whispered, “this mischieve of his never keep it under”

Discreetly concorted they slander
Diligently they sowed the seeds
Forgetting their own misdeeds!

Like wild fire
Scorching nature’s  natural attire
Their  paloured slander
Relentlessly Spread 
‘til every ear heard
And every tongue said
“Uuh! What a shame to his name”

The victim of their  game
Restless  became
In the avalanche of the same
Slander he could not stem
He regreted...” I was careless...
Look now, I am in a terrible mess”


Details | Haiku | |

Railroaded


Railroaded, we were

Becoming everything we

Hated about life


We had traded our

Dream catchers and dirty feet

For certificates


We didn’t even

Want, for friends we don’t like

And heels we can’t walk in.


Details | Rhyme | |

Satan Wants Me to Be Destroyed And Defeated

Satan Wants Me to Be Destroyed And Defeated!

Satan wants me destroyed and defeated…
So God’s will in my life, won’t be completed

He wants to see me “up against a wall.”
And wants to be there, when I “stumble and fall.”

He wants for my life to “crash to the ground.”
And he doesn’t want any help to be around!

He wants my life to come to a “screeching halt.”
And then try to tell me, it’s all of my fault!

He wants to see every good thing to be destroyed.
He doesn’t want God’s truth to ever be employed!

He’ll twist the truth into any way that he can!
Anything of God…  He doesn’t want me to understand!

He wants to corrupt what I’ll do and say!
And wants to take everything wholesome away!

I need to listen and trust Christ to overcome!
I can do it, through the blood of God’s son!

With him as my Lord, Satan will have to flee!
I seek the blood of Jesus to daily protect me!

A invite you Jesus to complete your will in my life!
And ask for your blessings upon my family and wife!

I seek Jesus!  Behold his awesomeness and power!
Jesus is the victor!  Satan is defeated this very hour!

Thank you Jesus! For redeeming my soul!
Because of your shed blood…  
Satan has to go!!!

By Jim Pemberton


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The Runaway

It's too much to deal with
With too many thoughts with too many people with too many hearts
Tired of the emotions
Tired of the knots
Of stress in my back and tired of the shots
Dealing with others and other peoples plots
Family and friends and lovers forgot
It's so easy to replace the stress and the plots
The scenery, the people, and the old is forgot
I love to runaway
For change in a better way but then sometimes I miss my old days
I find myself wishing and praying in a gaze that this new path is really a better way


Details | Free verse | |

Peace in the night

When will the rain fall warm
on cold feet;
that have tracked muddy trails 
to places I've only dreamed.
 
When will the wind blow softer
notes; remind me that peace
isn't a lonely cough
                            ...but a calming melody.
 
When will the sun rise,
and not burn tired eyes? 
 
I reach into a shattering sky,
and pull down what I can not see.
 
The last memory,
of what could be. 
 
I find hope when the sky turns,
afraid to give it my back;
always looking up
                                ...toward the only brilliance I still know.
 
Glistening mystery;
how fondly I wonder
 
                   about all that space,
                            quiet and eternal. 
 
Somewhere,
                   there is peace.
 
Somewhere this dust
can settle,
                and be at rest in the sight of something new.
 
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.


Details | Free verse | |

Love's Lies






Like a warm knife through the butter of the soul, 
The insect that scratches the ear drums as we watch love's lies lay eggs of waste
Till they're in the mouth of your mirror's reflection of fear
least someone should lie themselves into a care of this placebo of lust.
 Till eyes turn against nature to the arid desert of exhaust
the emotional orgy to the mental climax of the unreal.
Descriptions of the void so vivid stirs a chuckle refusing to be hydrated with tears
Cynical text mid composition stirs the stomachs dragons....sighs
O how love's lies have caught us.


Details | I do not know? | |

Motor Head Boi

Intact I am math, 
But in a blast I run fast

...Somewhere above the tree line-
I am seen as fine, 
But inside I am tried...

Weather doesn't help locate a song

So I hop on a motorcycle to get gone...

I soon crash it into a nearby tree, 
and lay on the ground for weeks…

The sooner I come home
The lesser I learn how to lead

And its never anything but my last breathe of shine that I felt my teeth grind-
****ing the enemy
...the way of the blind

Organic and prime, 

My weaknesses don't show
So I am fine...

And while feeling fine, 
In an interesting wine, 
I smell the pine, 
It aches within me, 
-Rakes at my earliest pillory

So I walk on pleased, 
Get paid, 
And then go spend all my pees

...With this withering game of time, 
I feel hexed to grow some of mine

But I soon stop, 
Eager to drop, 
1,2,3, and then four…

Four strips, One token, 
And two years unspoken

Where I turn and spin in the door

A splended welcome to adore! 

What shores have washed away from these pores! 

What course I have taken to learn how to adore!

But there is a land I lived in alive
but it just wasn't my find, 
I was there, 
but it wasn't my mind...

I wish I could scream! 
Feel mean! 
Go away unnoticed! 
Then re-arrive climbing in trees! 

Birds eat the bees
Lizards the breeze

But character never breeds 
Its gotta be seen-
understood, spoken and then dreamed
before you wake to it
-just like she made ya do it
-and you jerked yourself through it

Started ta loosin' it
And got loaded
and became a rude influence


Details | Senryu | |

I Don't Know Whether To Laugh Or Cry

Laughter... 

The manic depressives greatest tool 

Are you kidding me?


Details | Free verse | |

Rained Filled Clouds

Rain filled clouds are what follow me now ,
No sunshine for me these days and smiles are not aloud.
My sight is blurry now and can't listen to what you say,
It was you who has caused this and why I am feeling this way.
Hold on tightly now It has been the ride of my life ,
But somehow it slipped away like a thief in the night .
How did I not see it so plainly writen on the wall,
Never in a million years did I expect to lose it all.
But here I am standing with my back  turned away,
For I can not face the sadness you brought me this day.
Why has this happened to me and just what will I do,
Shell of a man in a life that was suppose to be spent with you.
It's over now and it's all becuase of you 
I just cant see  theres anything you can do .
 Blinded by the love  for you never a  reason to doubt,
So quickly I learned howI will be going without.
 The warmth of a love you brought to me ,
 Now I will live without what was meant to be .
You were always a a part of the world I've grown to know,
Now that your gone the sadnees in my face will forever show.
These cloudy days bring me nothing but pain,
My life forever will be only me standing in the rain.
TAC


Details | Rhyme | |

Unfinis---

I imagine my mind as a factory,
With hundreds of people inside of me
Who work at their desks with pencils and ink,
To write out my thoughts and the things that I think.

They are staticians and doctors and men who suggest
Answers to questions when I take a test.
They are playwrights and editors who take to the screen
Movies and dramas whenever I dream.
They are psychologists and soldiers and comedians too,
Mho write out the scripts for the things that I do.
But in spite of these people, I have yet to find
What place I hold in this factory-mind.
What do I produce when I work at my desk?
Is there something that only I can do best?
Am I unneeded? A personality diminished?
Perhaps I'm a half-thought, simply unfinis---


Details | I do not know? | |

Anger

Anger why do you take over my body so? Why do you rush my veins and take all sense with it? Why do you make me scream out in frustration?! I am so sick of you! I need to change! Cause I can't change what's making me feel this way...


Details | Free verse | |

The Quarry

Self mutilation comes in many forms,
when I write, I like to dissect myself,
carve out bits of infection and toss 
them into a quarry made for self-
delusion. Maybe there they’ll find
what they need to heal, and grow strong
even if it is under a crazed,
and utterly false pretense. 
Sometimes a little ignorance is 
just the right push, right? 
I’ve seen it so many times,
proud imbeciles making gold 
out of skewed direction. 
Blessed be thou who will break
the bounds of real world 
"common" sense, and rely on
something as blind as luck 
to call their glory home. 
And with a bragging heart,
they smile at the altar of 
hard work and pray that 
others follow in their half 
stepping fantasy…
These sightless animals
follow the sound of lazy 
back patting over the ledge
that was built for the strong
to learn to fly. 
But no one unable to willingly
brave the fall, deserves to soar. 
So, they tumble into the quarry where
I throw my brokenness, and wait
for another free ride. 
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.


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Nervosa

-Dedicated to all those suffering with an eating disorder. Beauty, true beauty, belies a gentrified, pretty exterior. You are not alone-


Benighted whispers and spurning dreams
Forthwith in blisters and burning streams

Shameful saunters in billowing blight
Hereto haunters with pillowing plight

Weep and wither betwixt a bawling bloom
Seep shall deliver amidst a falling fume

Expel and deliver for the morning's bright
Swell and shiver for the swarming's night

-


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Boiled Brains

So finally
Age's shadow throws its cast
Time for some to live the past
And yet I have this silly quirk
I'd feel much better back at work
So rather than stay home and snooze
I'm back at work
No time to lose
And with a staged real happy face
I join once more the working race
Ignoring others ripe with cash
Doing little with their stash
Their burned out wives no longer stay
With boring mates to waste their day
So maybe my new life's not bad
Better busy
Then just sad.
Use your brain
It must be fed
Just move ahead
Get out of bed
New challenges will keep you strong
Don't waste these days
That's just plain wrong


Details | Free verse | |

we've been here before

inside here, it spins and zigzags
outside there, normal is my favorite flavor
either way, a straightjacket insanitarium awaits me
when i stay, i pay
when i go, it is like i don't know
confusion is a boa constrictor squeezing until the color of life fades to nothing
what was once fun is now a heartache playing darts with my Sanity's cerebellum
it all leads me to follow fragile
where it all takes me i have no idea
what i do know is that sometimes in life you have to throw away the running shoes
survival is a cash reward incomparable to nothing except God's Love....
now that i think about it, all around, over, under, and on all sides of us, that is where our focal points need to be....


Details | Verse | |

Dreams of Anger

The dreams of anger
Wake me in frustration
Though it was not real
I feel it was revelation

Based on a true story
Situations that I’ve seen
A familiar undertone
That really bothers me

My eyelids flipped open
As I awoke from the dream
Ready to unleash my anger
I had to calm down and breathe

Breathe easy relax
It’s not real it didn’t happen
But it feels real to me 
Because to me it happens


Details | Light Poetry | |

Stumbling, Bumbling Me


My shoes are too tight
My glasses too thick
My smile too straight
My stomach too sick.

I’m huffy and puffy
Apart at the seams
Lost in a shutter
Need some new dreams.


Details | Free verse | |

Abusive Love

Cold case lover, how I loved you so!
You always mattered
But, you never believed me!
You were my every desire
You were everything to me!
Looking through your eyes
Jaded with jealousy and envy
You laid your hands upon me
Acting out your emotional
And bitter pain
“Why were you so mean spirited?"
“Who messed with your mind?"
How can you kneel before me, now
Pleading me to forgive you
As, you bawl your eyes out

Your relentless begging
Over and over
You keep playing mind games, with me!
Begging me, for mercy
To come back,
One, last, time...

With my swollen eyes
Broken bones
Twisted up, insides
My heart is torn!
“Are you a dead man walking?"
“Do you not ‘feel’ no more”?
Will I get to see tomorrow’s sunrise
If, I stay another day with you...

Playing Russian roulette with my life
I am terrified, I am petrified!
My eyes are blind
My heart too forgiving!
But, I am not leaving.

“Will I become a cold case murder, one day?"
I wonder...
At the hands, of my own stupidity!
“What will you do on that day, dear lover?"
“Will you lie and be deceitful?"
“Will you hide things?"
Just like, you did from me!

Will, you ‘vow’ devotedly
You did it all in the name of ‘Love?'
Will you brag about
Your ‘bitter, sweet victory?
Open wounds
Bleeding soul
Release me free
From this man’s betrayal!


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FIGHT

I work with the dogs in the dirt .Sun up, sun down and man do I hurt due to 
working with the dogs in the dirt. Will  there ever be a break for me?I'm not talking 
about the fantasy of hitting the New York State Lottery.

Working to pay the rent for this little tent is just insane. I know there's a better 
place to rest to digest this thing called life.

Living for the day that both of my ends meet.Then I can be a blessing to the less 
without any mess from the stress of those you know.

Working with the dogs in the dirt has causes me many hurts that fertilized the 
growth potential, making me a powerful woman, you see. Working through the 
mess has really caused me to be bless. Yes there  will be stress that will cause 
you to think you're not bless by the best.But after the stresse there's plenty of 
rest,so  you can pass the next test.

So work with the dogs in the dirt,because afer the pain ,there's so much gain in 
so many ways you see; and not in material things and money.It may seem kind 
of funny. I like being apart of God's wonderful army

So work with the dogs in the dirt.So what, you got hurt .There's a healing that will 
cause a spiritual building in the inner  man; it's all a part of God's strategy plan to 
defeat the enemy.

Come on and be a part of God's wonderful army. So work with the dogs in the 
dirt.