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Goodbye, My Child

Where cradled canyons sing
Of ebony wood in the forest
There lies a gurgling spring
Where cockcrows sing their chorus
To the melody of singsong birds
There I’ve concealed my sensuous words
Filled with befitted signs
The saccharine whiff of my designs

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Where the fogs of night are fountains
Spills of glistened moon ignite
By distant silhouette mountains
We dance with passion of fight
Entwining ancient stance 
Mingling hand in hand we dance
Till the mountains smile on high
Near and far we spring
To pursue the realest of dreams
While the world cries at its seams
Anxious in trouble to cling

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

To where the ridges merry make 
From the beaks of wooden bright
In sparkly pools the ghouls awake
That scarce to stir our night
We watch for seekers down under
Muttering secrets in their soul
We bid them lucks of shivers
Dipping gently in
From reeds that hide a tear of a foal
Under the gentle rivers

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Far away she shall ever churn
The taciturn eyed
She’ll listen no more to turn
To the working mills beside
Or the scrubbing of the barn
May peace weave in her song
She shall wave in the yarn
To a haven known as Belong  

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

For she comes, the mortal youth
To the wild realm of her truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only her tears be found


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My Pen Collection

As the waves forever kiss the shore
One shot leaves you wanting more
My heart and soul, strong and true
With all the love they hold for you
Sometimes my life leaves me bored
Like a swordsman with no sword
These are the times that I write
Memories can be hard to fight
I write out my heart and soul
Controlling my mind is my goal
Each new word released by my pen
Is another spiritual battle I win
The war rages on day by day
Through the poem prayers I pray
It's a war that I will forever win
Long as there is ink up in my pen
In prison I had quite a collection
Each one held it's own reflection
I saved them after they ran dry
Baptized with the tears I cry
I just couldn't seem to let them go
Little memories of my heart and soul
Sometimes I like to take them out
Little memories of what I'm about
What I'm about angel on my shoulder
Making this world a little less colder


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Baby Brave

A boy lines up plastic soldiers 
In straight rows across his floor.
He knocks them down with callow ease
In a naive game of war.

Far across the deepest ocean,
In between rich, well-known places,
Little boys become those soldiers -
Grow hard lines upon their faces.

Guns weigh down their frail frames,
As they march in groups like drones;
Passing by jumbles of bodies -
Messy piles of flesh and bones.

One cries softly in the corner,
Another cannot bear the sound.
He takes the blunt side of his gun
And beats the other to the ground.

In the streets they pass right over
Mothers murdered, sisters raped,
Countless men whose limbs are broken,
But whose empty eyes still gape.

Narrow roads become red rivers,
Neighbourhoods go up in flames,
Backyards turn into cold graveyards -
Still they play this twisted game.

Far across the deepest ocean,
In the richest, well-known places,
Boys line up their plastic soldiers
With blind smiles upon their faces.


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Battle Scars

Don’t judge that kid with her arms all scarred
Don’t brand that kid as bad
You never would have survived 
If you had the life she had
So say a prayer and show you care
She’s paid more than her share of dues
Don’t put her down or say bad things
Until you’ve walked that mile in her shoes
Those who suffered in war earn respect
They are greeted like super stars
She came from a war you wouldn’t understand
On her arms, the battle scars
Her own home was the battle zone
The desperation, feeling all alone
A situation she felt no escape from
Then late at night the urges come
Innocence lost like a bad dream
No self respect, no self esteem
It is an ongoing battle to feel whole
You can see the beauty within her soul
Sometimes I pray for a Judgement day
You have no heart if you look away
Flashbacks come and the anger stirs
The guilt she carries isn’t hers
There is a need for justice long past due
A need for acceptance from me and you
With anger, despair and fear demanding
The child needs some understanding
In spite of all the tears she cried
There are still battle scars deep inside


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Be My Guarantee, Make Love to Me

Make love to me, baby
Cradle me
Soothe me
Pacify me
I have but you to chase them away
These demons I try to hold at bay
Tomorrow is not guaranteed
Nothing is real anyway
It's all a dream
Nothing will stay
It will all one day melt away
Why wait?
Let the melting begin
In this heat between you and me
…make me melt
In this fire
Make love to me

Nothing else but you in candle light
Nothing by your face above mine
Nothing but your hands all over me
Nothing but your scent clinging to me
Nothing but you
Now….HERE
Make love to me

Make love to me
Oh, make it last and last
Eternity past forgotten
Eternity future
May never come
Eternity present is here
In this moment
Don’t rush
To your body...crush
Hush
Every other noise
But the panting of my heart
whispered moans
Your name bursting 
From trembling lips
Don’t let anything else
Take your mind away from me
The world doesn’t exist
the universe?
It's only lies 
It’s here
My universe in your eyes
Blazing comets of desire
Combusting into me
All that was ever meant to be
Will be
Just..
Make love to me

Close your ears
To these sounds of war
In this shelter
Be safe
Close your ears
To the deafening blasts
They won't last
We will
Forget the ground shaking
The world being torn apart
Tear off my clothes
Shake me
Let me quake
In the blast of your passion
Fill your ears with the sounds of me
Thundering ecstasy
Deafening heartbeats
My voice telling you….breathlessly
You are who you’re meant to be
A lover not a fighter
A lover of me
Make love to me

We may not live another week
Baby…not another day
Nothing is guaranteed
Just this hour
This moment of melding into one
Coming undone
Flesh on flesh reality
I close my eyes
And let myself go free
Who cares what becomes of me
Right now, right here
Paradise is sinking into me…
As you make love
As you make that sweet love
To ME...

Eileen Manassian


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In Gratitude I Bow


_______________________________ In silence and in prayer................. _______________________________ For those who gave everything and never failed to protect for those who left loved ones and tried hard not to look back for those who made it home and for those who's spirits flew on... For you my hat is off in Gratitude I thank God for people like you.. I remember with thanksgiving in painful facets from within each man and women who fought for this country until the bitter end.. Come home my proud soldiers come home once again come home my mighty soldiers come home to mend... In Gratitude I bow... _______________________________ A Debbie Guzzi Contest


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An Epic Battle With A Simple Question

A beautiful heart pines from afar. To parallel freedom, we choose our master. In Love, the Dragon and Unicorn are! Celestial winged heart beats faster, Over mountain and ocean meet polar eyes. To parallel freedom, we choose our master. Embarking from sun brewed and moonshine skies Two alien races, in war, collide. Over mountain and ocean meet polar eyes. All brothers' swords raise, marching with pride. Sisters of heaven let feathers fly. Two alien races, in war, collide. The angered clouds rain blood from the sky. A new path finally found. Sisters of heaven let feathers fly. Brothers' swords low now to the ground. A beautiful heart pines from afar. A new path finally found. In Love, the Dragon and Unicorn are! In universe Out bound energy Where are we when we die?


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Shock and Awe, Coming Back Home

My friends come home draped in flags 
I pause at the edge of the airplane door
Facing a tunnel leading me to a muffled joy
Strangers tell me I am related to them...
I deny a woman with three kids... her kiss
My friends are slipping in trucks with flags
They are loaded and back doors explode shut...
..............................................................

I wake up in a trench of blood and clean pillows
The same woman from the airport next to me
 Peacefully breathing...and I thought she was dead...
I think I am finally home, fans are not propellers
Camouflage doesn't bear swing sets in backyards
My friends' helmets, guns and boots line up in my head
Patrolling with weapons made of aluminum foil
-------------------------------------------------

There is too much silence for a dead soldier walking...
I think I FEEL the kiss of the woman with three kids ...








Details | Choka | |

FREEDOM IN THE ARENA




hot is the noon sun melting flowers in the mud… arena cheers for raw blood I glare at my foe his dagger raking bruised knee …weight of life upon my shield fierce blow cracks his neck rudis pressed on stained chain mail… breath smelling of freedom’s prize audience casts flowers thumbs hunger for next combat more slaves to kill… but not me. © *rudis---when a gladiator is set free as a slave after a bout, he is given a wooden sword, named rudis. For Amy Green’s Choka for Chokehold By nette onclaud


Details | Elegy | |

My Return To Normandy

High on the Normandy cliffs
Looking out over Pointe du Hoc
As cold Atlantic winds whisper out
The names of the brothers I left behind
Now only fine marble monument shadows
Dot the trenches and empty emplacements 
As the final testimony of the fallen
Still ringing frightened with those desperate voices
Proclaiming both their lives and death
That they were ever here…

In the emerald hills of Collville Sur Mur
I can still hear the phantom naval shells screaming
Underneath the crying of men
Pulverized and dying in their comrades arms
All for the belief of the land from which they hail
While the roaring waves wash the still bloody sands
In and endless and rending cycle
That silent cacophony of brother and foe
Call out to me still for comfort and aid
Asking only to be remembered…


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The anomaly of irony.

Rolling through a bloody mess,
my master died alone no less.
His mercy was indeed a lie,
he said I lived but now will die.

His hand was swift with a mighty stroke,
within a thought my life was broke.
Oh how I lived, and he knew not,
but now I lay...my life to rot.

No foot, nor hand could move a limb,
Three days old and no sign of him.
And then he came at my wits end,
With strength alone I cant defend.

He lift me up and broke my jaw,
Just to laugh as I hit the floor.
He took a blade and made a fist,
stabbed his flesh, his vein, his wrist.

Now you're dead and now you're mine,
drink from me and you'll be fine.
I could not stand my masters site,
I killed him quick with my own bite.


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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


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Dead horizon

It was raining with pain from above
and dews of blood are seeping,
on the windows, houses and asphalt
putting out the fire of life feeling.

from the branches of the oaks from the hill
on a string dead cold bodies are hanging,
down are staying the trails of hope
and in the sky,the last sunset is shining.

and the burned out trees, full of ashes,
are waving in the cold wind alone,
they reopen the door for a moment
and let the soul to go home...

all that is left now is empty,
on the river,the willow is dying,
on the streets the life dead lost feeling
and on the grass the dews of blood crying.


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My mother, my earth.

Into the light I see,
with rays in clouds and warmth in me.
Brittle is the air around,
no voice is there, nor sweeter sound.

Within my scars and broken back,
there are my kin, there love I lack.
The oceans turn, therefore I weep,
Is it truly my tears to keep?

Now the mountains begin to fall,
like sand and dust to death they call.
I hear my children bleed and cry,
there bellies thirst and almost dry.

Some will seat and eat there fill,
"lets help them now, so now we will!
His mother would find pride within,
a pretty thing this life of sin.

Alas, my days are almost through,
my breath, my flesh and heart is too.
Let this be my final song,
for war alone is for the strong.

Into the night I see,
is there still love left for me?


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Peer Pressure of the Worst

Peer pressure of the worst no matter who they are
They can be a boy or girl that they believe to become martyr's

Strapped to these young souls, is something they just don't understand
Yet the cowards who persuade them to miss, becoming a woman or a man

What, where, why or when, does this quest justify it's means
For it arises in the warped depraved, in twisted confused dreams

For in this book that they all crave about, this they cannot do
It's against their religion to request the suicide of you

For all their Cleric's whom they are, they sit and witness so
Not one has ever spoken out, to stop this exploding blow

Why is this I ask myself, for they fear the bullet of a gun
Because it's easier to suppress their young, terrorism has again begun









http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-8.php


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WATCHING A SUMMER STORM IN DOYLESTOWN

    WATCHING A SUMMER STORM IN DOYLESTOWN
I was laid to rest, 
my death keeps getting better.
If you find me here, you know, I'm yours to keep.
I could try to say 
I love you in this letter,
or pretending you are here, sing you to sleep.

If the world was mine,
I find it quite amusing,
I would give it all away, to see your eyes,
I would save your life,
and everything you're losing,
all because you never see who's telling lies.

I am just as dead
as is your heart each morning.
If the wind has blown, you know I will be there.
I will touch your life,
without much of a warning,
never look for me, just know I'm everywhere.

I'm a summer storm,
my hope is crashing thunder.
I'm a lightning bolt, my love is five alarm.
if I rain all night,
it's just a spell I'm under,
you should know I'm dead, and won't do any harm.

I'm a little boy.
An old man getting younger.
All I have is how I know how things should be.
We still want the world
to live in death and hunger,
yet I love your eyes, when your eyes look at me.


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If You Ever Cross Me

I am never jealous, but theirs an evil in my eye
Step forward and cross me, and soon you'll wonder why
No matter where you are, it doesn't matter where you hide
For I'm the clever one, who'll find you and watch you slide

There are some things that you will never own, nor I, so read my words
For if I have to find a reason, my actions are seldom heard
These actions I speak about, are the watching of your life fade
And the squealing through your last breath, your body in dying cascade

I am never jealous, but theirs an evil in my eye
Step forward and dare to cross me, and soon you'll wonder why
The world is small enough, it takes nothing for me to try
I can only ever promise, take what is never yours, and you will rightly die









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


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War in the Street


War
in the street
faces 
marred by defeat
crying, fighting
kicking, biting

where is the truth they’re refusing?
can’t you see humanity is losing?

sapphires 
seeking retribution
victims 
of senseless persecution
amnesty 
road blocked by political futility
stubborn leaders
breeding this brutality

martyrs 
paving ways brave and proud
but signs say, ”NO PROTESTING ALLOWED!"
people 
risking their lives
to benefit future generations
placing themselves on shelves
for the sake of their children's salvation

for now, they fall
bludgeoned in defeat 
with hopes of a brighter tomorrow
for this bloodshed today in the street

~JSLambert

© 2011 JSLambert


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hell was other...

hell was other
people’s lives, 
wayward wit and 
witless pride, 
played upon 
the green of life, 
until the light
was left to right,

hell was other
people’s thoughts,
fraught with that, 
that we applaud, 
aimless aims and 
limbless lots, 
the truth in truth 
we soon forgot,

hell was other 
people…


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A Superior Being

A Superior Being 

Mankind, the superior being roaming the earth, 
for he alone is capable of intellectual thought, 
it is instill in his or her essence from birth, 
for it is but what each one of us are taught. 

If only the reality of substance could be told, 
discerning our crude aggressive way, 
powering and enabling us to be so bold, 
while instilling us conquerors by light of day. 

If you upset or confuse us then you will die, 
for we kill out of bewilderment and greed, 
never understanding or even asking why, 
incapable of grasping the depth of our deeds. 

Subspecies live in harmony and peace, 
surviving in an orderly fashion beyond belief, 
the insects and animals kingdom could teach, 
our anguish and suffering could find relief. 

Superior does not mean intellectually bright, 
defined as controlling and dominance, 
we repeat our mistakes not seeing the light, 
sacrificing all in the name of prominence. 

Samuel E. Stone 

Copyright ©2008 Samuel E. Stone 


Details | Terzanelle | |

Night Has Come

Night has come, the fog is slowly wreathing
Crying soft, a form is moving forward
Now she walks through mist, 'tween shadows seething

Past the ancient walls she pushes onward
Mid the shrouded stones she pours her sorrow
Crying soft, a form is moving forward

Now she weeps amid a ruined palace
*Starting when the distant forest trembles
Comfort is not nigh to ease her sorrow

In her hands she bears a broken chalice
She that once was rich is now the poorest
Starting when the distant forest trembles

Deep within the shadows of the forest
Wars were fought that changed her life forever
She that once was rich is now the poorest

How could men her castle cruelly sever?
Night has come, the fog is slowly wreathing
Wars were fought that changed her life forever
Now she walks through mist, 'tween shadows seething

Day is dawning
Light scatters shadows
What hope will morning bring?


- *Starting is a sudden motion or spasm caused by being alarmed. -
-  The part of this poem that is in Terzanelle form is also Trochaic Pentameter, meaning that it is ten syllables per line and alternating between a stressed and unstressed syllable the whole way through. -
- First place in contest, "Terzanelle Fantasy with a Questionku Chaser".


Details | Epitaph | |

Golden Locks

Golden Locks

within the minute of retreat your back is tuned to your enemy's chorus
harmonic to your freedom, measured by compassion, anxiously seeking their humanity
thought ascending from stars see's an ounce of mercy surrounded in darkness
a defeated purpose which drove them to the heavens
those who have reserved hope find some place to accept the truth
a test of how far our courage outlast the chaos from all life's passed
mystery's enlightened path never reached the end of suffering
to the likeness of a fumbled method
we could now follow like the atoms of Eve
disconcerted absence to our entrophic eyes
spreading legs like artificial soul
momentarily creators of their own excitement
movement supported by those who think your great
everybody who realizes the dream
shape your reflection and let the background find it's own feet
Apparent peace soon merged with equality
freedom's lark rests on the soles of a war monger's foot
peace showed up in a fresh pair of socks
the talking corps relates a message conspired by his earthy tones
sighting the great spoils and burnt offers of a desired sin
while designs of old are searched for something missing
past events re-invented an old tool of the government this ambiguous wireless chip
lets us say all of thing they can tax and the rest we make it our garden patch


Details | Free verse | |

Venturing The World Above

A continuation of The World Above Me, a special collaberation between myself and my good friend Justin Connor

8/17/12
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The shelter opens its door to the world above me
Never have I seen so much destruction

My eyes get used to the brightness,
An unwanted tear trickling down my cheek
But once they are accustomed to the light,
I want to close them again
I feel the urge to turn back
But they push me forward,
Whispering low, consoling words

I look around to see what humanity used to be
Before the devastation
And I marvel at what the old world used to be
But one question remains:
Why did people destroy their lives,
And end the world we used to know?

I walk my feet on the unknown terrain
Ruins. . .debris. . .the air placid and still
All around is rubbish
My mother whispers a prayer from behind
And then I wonder. . .
If God was ever here

As I look around I notice a book
Lying there, upon the ashy wreckage
I pick it up and read. . .
It details a nation’s fight for freedom

A large statue of a man is in the building I stand by
I stare at the brazen figure in awe
The features are crumbling but here it still stands
Watching over its obliterated land
I squeeze the book in my hand
His eyes show loyalty and courage
No sadness—not even a speck of fear

Looking more outwards I see a tall structure
And past that a building with a large dome
The architecture of the old world amazes me
What wonders men have done—could have done
If they hadn’t let each other come undone
In violence and death
Yet still I wonder how these incredible buildings 
Could possibly remain after all that has happened
Like the buildings, we have survived
And hopefully, through lessons learned,
We can thrive

My father tells everyone to clear away the ruins
People even use old machines with cranes
The old world is gone
But from the ashes we can start anew
We were in the shelter for the good of humanity
And now, because of us,
There is hope


Details | Free verse | |

The Evolution of Learning (Part One)

It amazes me how much man has evolved
Yet, How little he has learned
All around the globe
Millions die of disease and starvation
While the ever so intelligent creature known as man
Spends millions upon millions of dollars every single day
Killing each other
Instead of finding cures for the ill or feeding starving children
Oh sure, we dabble in those efforts
But we are committed to killing each other
Governments all around the globe
Spend most of their money
On their armies
Either to defend or attack
Their enemies
Supposedly, the most intelligent creature on earth
The intellectual creature known as man
If I may go so far
Mans commitment to war and killing
Goes far beyond any one mans term in office
It goes far beyond any one mans lifetime
It goes far beyond any century or any one era
From beginning to end, top to bottom
East to west, north to south
Red, yellow, brown, black or white 
Our commitment to killing each other
Is undeniable
How can a species that is smart enough to split atoms 
Creating weapons that will kill millions
Still be stupid enough to do it?
And now I see on the science channel
That man has now devised the Platonic beam
A beam of light that just disintegrates the target in an instant
At what price you ask?
Well I don’t know but I reckon if we diverted that money
To say solar energy projects
They could probably put a solar energy system
On every home in the world for free
Thus solving the energy crisis
Not to mention food in the icebox and medicine in the cabinet
Because of course when you create such an amazing new weapon
You need an entire new type of ship to deploy it from
Thus is born the next generation of war birds
They jettison into space 
Then go into super afterburner (A jet engine minus oxygen)
Which they said would reach like 20,000 miles an hour
So you could shoot halfway around the world
Disintegrate your enemy
And be home in time for supper
I believe when speaking of politics
It’s not a National Crisis
It’s a Global Epidemic


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Freedom Vs. War

Freedom: 
Tonight is the night I fill the sky
With pure scents of Jasmine and Anise 
Tonight people shall rest in peace
For no one shall be a worthless spy

War: 
Your dream shall never come true
You are nothing but a shadow on a wall
For you are always in the blue
Even lightning and thunder make you askew
You see, I am the energy people need
I am the one that waters the seed
Without me, the world is nothing
Without me, news will be boring

Freedom: 
Ha! Is that what you think?
People treasure me deep within
For I am their twin
I am there writing ink
Haven’t you heard in what you call “news?”
How many repeat the words of “Freedom of speech?”
Behold those who chanted my name 
Recording the pages of history
Celebrate not you treacherous monster!
For the people shall rejoice once more

War:
I shall never let you destroy what I have built!
Freedom shall never seep into my soldier’s heart!
For they have no wisdom to make them feel guilt
I shall always have smoke ready to start
Until I demolish the sky;
until I see it cry…
The world shall collapse, turning into dust!!
Damage, chaos, and WAR are a must!!!

Freedom:
Today, people might not see me
But, tomorrow everyone is going to be free
I shall plant unison in today’s children
I shall always whisper into their ears
Awaiting the day where I, Freedom, shall become your fear
The day where you shall turn into DUST!!!
A spell shall be cast to banish you away
Nightmares shall haunt you as you play

War: 
Mommy!! You scared me!!!
Look out, Freedom is coming after me!!
HA! What you say is nothing but Fantasies
Fantasies that shall crush you when…
Screams are heard instead of laughter…
Bombing is heard instead of parties…
Thus, I advise you to wipe away every Hope within you
Come, join me, and we shall rule the world…

Freedom:
Never!! Your schemes shall never work on me!!
Enjoy what remains
For it is not more than the ticking of the clock 
That shall wipe out your existence


Though War is one of the physical influences in our world,
People might be delightful mirrors from the outside
And an intruder with a gun deep inside
Never nod your head in agreement to one who seems kind
For in the end, the idea of a friend dies with the wind

Always stand up for yourself and do not Always agree on what it said


Details | Tanka | |

PEACE - (triple tanka)

I'd like to believe
Peace is a natural state
That war is foreign
But I see war after war
And brother slaying brother

Old sacrifice young
Our youth gone before their day
Then I want to cry
For thought that they gain nothing
Are lost through their innocence

What a wonder    youth
How pliable and pristine
They want but to shine
While all the burnt-out old men
Pull the strings from their armchairs


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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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Diversity

Distinct tones paint our skins,
eyes per chance not set the same.
Strange sounds oft gush forth
As we tongue another's name.

Differing tenets fill our heads,
Our origin is sundry places.
Yet in these times of crises,
Americans, having divergent faces.

I'm indebted to the heroes,
To God and country in which I live.
For those who grieve our fallen,
For still others, who unselfishly give?

Today as I survey old glory,
flying at half-mast a sky.
I observe black billowing smoke,
'Amongst a dampened eye

As I consider Cadavers yet unfound,
Neath terrorist strewn debris.
I know our world will not exist,
As previously seen by me.


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This is about you

When you have downfall on your mind chaos is all a mind can find, its time to change all the things you had held so deep inside, they cause rage, your trapped in while your caught up in the cage of life an easy life with out strife, no more pain or struggle inside a bubble and you want to make it burst, but first things first you know the times that come will be the worst, because its change you want, and you will taunt the ones who set the curse. They say if you want to change a little then its your choice, but if you want to change a lot they must first hear your voice, loud enough for all to hear, listen and all of the problems soon disappear, just know that the world can be a  bleak one and people dont always listen so you cannot only speak once, so when the end is near you can look back at the goodtimes throughout all the years think about all the times and cheer, and thank god you lived this long and your still here. Be remembered  only for  the words you spoke, for you do not want to be invisioned inside a cloud of smoke, watch as they listen when you start to feel the choke on the thoughts about your life,a bad life,  a black life, envoloped in fear you were hoping that the man would hear, and maybe take a listen, to diamonds in your mind as you watch them glisten. finally move to a position, and  open your ears and let your mind be clear, and hear the wisdom spoken from the person on the otherside of the mirror, society sobriety with out a clue just sit and ponder at the deepest thoughts that are revealed in you...


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Joy in the Morning (Seven-by-Seven)

Tempest of the raging storm
Bellowing clouds up ahead
Ocean waves jumping like rope
Shattering lighting striking
Thunder roaring like boulders
Peace unto the wind be still
Joy cometh in the morning

© Joseph, 8/20/2007
© All Rights Reserved

Comments:  Seven by Seven has seven syllables in each line, seven lines, and 
the title is in last line. David J Shrewsbury invented the form.  


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Martyr for the Unorthodox word

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


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My Battles As A Soldier

Streaking skyward the tracers rip
Into hanging soldiers
Falling about into mayhem
Pulsing through blood-filled ears
Hearing comrades scream
Understanding nothing
This is the war I found…

Hatred filled hardened hunter
Into smashed building
Homes pulverized rubble
Strewn about the decaying mass
The scorched metal burning
Bodies of the fallen men
The miasma of war I forever inhale…

Tigers rolling through billowed flame
Firing upon burnt battlefield blindly
Retreating in terror I leave the voices
Calling as I my boots tamp by arms
Reaching for safety I couldn’t render
Brothers abandoned in the Arnhem snow
These are the ghosts of war who haunt me….

Battle’s percussion on the horizon distant
I fade through the fields upon the Rhein
Farmhouses glow a midnight path
Walking to the beat of gun fire echoes
Off the walls of a shelter a little boy sits
Unafraid of the man feeding him chocolate
In the crater of a bomb…

This flash of hope my salvation from war.


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We Salute Our Veterans This Memorial Day


We salute every soldier who’s served this great nation. And offer a heart of thanks and appreciation! We salute each member of our armed forces. And are thankful for their efforts and resources! We salute the many who protect our borders too. We’d be in trouble… If not for people like YOU! We salute every son and daughter lost in a war. YOU are what serving this country is meant for! We salute the officers who’ve guided our women and men. Our prayers are with you! And our love from within! We salute our veterans! Wherever they may be! Those who served on land, air and sea! Offering prayer to the Lord is our belief… That he will guide our Commander-in-Chief! As we observe Memorial Day this year… Let’s offer our soldiers love, hope and cheer! May God bless them in all they endeavor And his peace be with them today and forever!! By Jim Pemberton


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The Injured soldier

He fell, fell to the ground
At the gunshot that created such a sound
Nobody took notice of the injured soldier
He was left there lying as the war grew thicker.

He screamed from the pain growing in his shoulder
Nobody realized the pain he would suffer
Trampling feet and screams grew monotonous
The injured soldier tried to ignore the pain that was so venomous.

He made a decision for himself
If he was to survive he'd have to help himself
Nobody was going to come to his aid
Not when each one was looking out for their own head.

He winced in pain as he got to his feet
He wouldn't give up now, not when he still had an army to beat
His shoulder cried out to him in vain
He had already chose to ignore the pain.

He took his rifle up
He adjusted his helmet and refused to give up
He kept fighting till the war was over
Each soldier fighting for their country, their home and their lover.

When the war was done and the battle was won
Every single soldier put down their gun
the injured soldier's shoulder still bleeding
now blinded him with pain and made him lose all feeling.

This time they gave him attention
This time he was treated to friendly affection
He wondered what would have happened if had given up that night
Would they have still won after all that fight?

But he was glad he hadn't for he would have been seen
As a pitiful injured soldier who wasn't keen.

It's the choices we make
And the chances we take
That set us apart
Only when, of course, the decision is made from the heart.


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Motherland

Motherland (Eclogue) 

In the country of my forefathers, 
Economy is friendless and upset, 
Politics are sleeping with labour, 
Justice is seducing foreign crime, 
Poetry is turned on, but it fears, 
Traditions keeps history hostage, 
Religions are attempting suicide, 
Nature is busy biting its tongues, 
Fruits are swearing at their trees, 
Education shows God axis finger, 
Seas gets shallow, graves deepen, 
Life confront its first nightmares, 
Death is satisfying its final desire, 
Future is stinking nothing but lies, 

June 13, 2003

By Mohlouoa Ntsasa


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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


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Struggle for Freedom

Hopeless tears reign marks of 
struggle
followed by endless pain
The stigma "nigga" forever 
implanted in my DNA
From black face and sambo to 
mammy and sapphire
some still view us just the same
After years of struggle and 
progress
Not a lot has changed 

They assume stupidity just by 
the tint of my face
and because it's brown, I'm 
uneducated
a fool, a mistake
I'm the angry black woman 
that'll
roll my neck and put my fingers 
in your face
Or he's the one with the bad 
attitude 
and a gun to shoot up the place
Or the welfare queen - all she 
do is get high
Oh and he's the one that fits 
the description of that black 
guy

Still...Forever struggling for 
respect with no ideas
about what it's really like not to 
be automatically tagged 
"nigger/a"
So I stopped expecting miracles 
of blacking out racism
and continue the fight for 
freedom

Freedom from labels and 
stereotypes
Freedom from dumb ass black 
people who keep those 
stereotypes alive
Freedom from holds like hate 
and negative teachings and
Freedom from ourselves 
because some of us have 
stopped reaching
Some of us have given up the 
fight to be taken seriously
We've disgustingly lost our 
pride and our unity
We've decided to become 
enchanted with the stigma 
"nigga/er" 
so it's embedded in our DNA
Attached to more than just my 
skin
It's my soul that aches

The struggle for freedom will 
never end
Racism will never end
Until the end of existence as we 
know it
Get ready 
because all of the signs that it's 
here
Is showing 


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Our Liberty Blazing Soldiers

"...when power narrows the areas of man’s concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of his existence...” --John F. Kennedy ~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~
Soldiers of our armed forces, Iraq, Afghan, Lebanon, many shores, Light the way like liberty blazing torches They fight heat, bugs, sand, tough faces, urban warfare, darkness, crashed doors, Soldiers of our armed forces Now Send home change of addresses, stories, photos, emails, strange places, Light the way like iron cut by torches Camouflage faces, wet bloody bruises, brows sweating, under helmet gushes, Soldiers of our armed forces Sleep in sandy humid desert trenches, thunder blast, bombs dropped, fire fights, Light the way like laser torches Loved ones wear yellow broaches, anxiety, praise, tears, vague smiles, Soldiers of our armed forces, Light the way like liberty blazing torches.


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Love is a Sacrifice

You have my soul, but you have your fate Whatever your words, I’m willing to take You have my word; I’ll give you my breath It’s like a chain that would never be break You are my love with all my heart, I’ll fight for you with all my might. And in the way, you admire your goals, You hold my hands, but not so close. As you go to your chosen path, I’ll accept the fact that we will be apart. In the dark side, I leave behind Within my faith, that you’ll arise Please don’t look back, coz I’m fighting still I’m hurting so much! Don’t want to have you near I accept my fate for what it does, I’m bleeding so much, do you know for whom it was? You reach your goals, as you want to have, Would you remind the man that gave what he had? As you reach the stars, and be the one Be a sun that shines its own. After the rain, the rainbow comes, Like dark in the moon, when the light flash A glimpse from you at least a short For then I knew my pain is worth.


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The Internet: Return

A void of Facebook
Creativity dies here...
Procrastination!


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I'm Going Home

,

Lord thank you for this life,
As I have lived a full life,
It was not always as I would have like,
But I lived it to the best of what I could,
I’m going home; Home to the place I want to be,
I’m going home to Jesus where He waits for me,
I have been a long weary believer, 
As I’ve been away to long,
I now know what I’ve been searching for, 
As He's been there in me all along,
I’m going home; Home is the place I want to be,
I’m going home to Jesus where He waits for me,
I have been and seen lots of places in life’s journey,
Now I yearn for familiar faces in familiar places,
I hear familiar voices calling me to come home, 
I see familiar faces looking at me,
I’m going home; Home is the place I want to be,
I’m going home to Jesus where He waits for me,
My time is near, the hour I know not,
I see Jesus' face across the Heaven’s,
I hear His soft sweet voice calling me home,
 I can’t wait for my real life to begin,
I’m going home; Home is the place I want to be,
I’m going home to Jesus where He waits for me.

By; Rev. Samuel and Esta Mack, OMS
Copyright 2011

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Agree to Disagree

                                               
                                               Mankind's greatest
                                                 accomplishment...
                                                       
                                                      

                                                      is death.


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- Blood - Tears - Death -


                                      I heard angels singing about peace
                                     Silence in this room only a dim light
                                   Is it just a dream of freedom and peace
                                   Breaking down the lie build up the truth
                                     I'm in doubt .... do I hear angel song
                                  Give me an answer, take away my doubt
                                  Feeling a little turbulence and bit scared
                             The song is mighty they are singing about peace
                                    Silence comes and the dim light is gone
                                 There is too much injustice, bombs and war
                                       I feel so tired, small and ashamed
                                       You are like me and I am like you
                                       I hear no angels singing any more
                                         Only Blood, Tears and Death






 * Boston bombing in April 2013

20.04.2013
A-L  Andresen :)


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Grandfather

Here lies the best Grandfather,
One who was very considerate.
Remembering him as a child,
I would sit on his lap.
He was a rare person indeed.
He was a colonel in the Army.
Also superlative of a gentelman.
Here lies the best grandfather,
May he rest in peace.


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This Memorial Day We Salute Our Veterans

We salute every soldier who’s
 served this great nation.
And offer a heart of thanks
 and appreciation!

We salute each member 
of our armed forces.
And are thankful for their
 efforts and resources!

We salute the many who 
protect our borders too.
We’d be in trouble…  
If not for people like YOU!

We salute every son and 
daughter lost in a war.
YOU are what serving this
 country is meant for!

We salute the officers who’ve 
guided our women and men.
Our prayers are with you!  
And our love from within!

We salute our veterans!  
Wherever they may be!
Those who served on
 land, air and sea!

Offering prayer to the
 Lord is our belief…
That he will guide our
 Commander-in-Chief!

As we observe 
Memorial Day this year…
Let’s offer our soldiers
 love, hope and cheer…

May God bless them in
 all they endeavor
And his peace be with them
 today and forever!!

By Jim Pemberton  
05/21/10


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War has come , War has come

War has come , war has come,
My home once a gem of beauty , to fires and rage it succumbed,
Powerless i watched , the desolation of man
How evil overwhelms and greed robs one of all sense
Day by Day loved ones fell,
Till our lives became nothing short of hell,
I prayed in silence fearing my inevitable doom,
For the grim reaper lays in wait ,
Thus i have resigned to my fate..

The morning sun arrived,
With the heavens granting me another day,
The screams have gone silent , with no presence of tyranny,
I run through the village searching for a sign of hope,
Till my legs grew weary and my vision grew dim,
I muster what strength i have,
Refusing to become a victim of fate,
Footsteps i hear , approaching fast,
Men with weapons with black souls drenched in hate,
As i look into the eyes of my executioner ,
with the certainty of death,
memories of my life flash , as i take my last breath,
War has come , War has come


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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.....


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leaving August

        Leaving the last days of August
          memories of the sea waves crashing 
        Tides that leave shells broken to find ~
        
        picnic memories ~
                      fireworks night 
                             Birthday cakes sparkle ~

    sunburns under a sage kissed dessert Moonlight 
         The Summer reminds us of happier days
             scents of coconut oil and lime 
        
            reminds us all of what is yet to come ~
              
              The rain comes down hard
          crying for all souls lost and left behind

             The birds fly in perfect form 
           reminding all of the September storm 
             
           begging for history not to repeat ~
 
                 ~   In war 
                        no wins 
                            only defeat ~
 
            two beams of light straight to the Heavens   
                stay through the whole month of September
                   they remind us to listen silently we stand still 
          
          For the city lives and breaths left with loss 
                    many questions unanswered remain ~
                  
               Leaving behind August
                    entering Septembers fears ~
               
                          
                             



 I love this poem because it reflects on the past and the coming month in remembrance of history that took place September 11th 2001. In a way it is a oxymoron . from passionate summer nights to the fear embraced in the month coming :)

                    



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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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THE BOMBING OF DRESDEN

      THE BOMBING OF DRESDEN     
        February 13, 1945
Pathfinders lit the night to show the way
for bombardiers too hungry for the word;
as Dresden's dark was made as light as day,
all hearts were stopped before the blasts were heard;

and as the din was heard by all their ears
the sound it made was not reality
but far removed from all the hopes and fears
and what they thought would never come to be.

They loved the Fuhrer--sin enough for all
to die the fiery death of sweet revenge
brought on by those who had enough of gall
to drop their loads in wartimes heated binge!

       And when the fire consumed all that it could
        the winter of their lives was understood.


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The Walking Man

The walking man walks with no place to go,
Head tucked down with his eyes lookin' low.
We gotta reach out 
We gotta hold his hand
We gotta reach out 
To the walking man


He's seen it all, lived the wars out there.
Now he's blowing around like a leaf in the air.
We gotta reach out 
We gotta hold his hand
We gotta reach out 
To the walking man


Walking man don't mean no harm he don't mean to lie.  
He's just one careless face from a way to die, a way to fly, to say goodbye…..


So it's you and me and the walking man makes three;
Such a better number to be.


He's tired and warn like a piece of coal,
But he could light the city with the light in his soul.
We gotta reach out 
We gotta hold his hand
We gotta reach out 
To the walking man


Walking man don't mean no harm he don't mean to lie.  
He's just one careless face from a way to die, a way to fly, to say goodbye…..


Because it's you an me and the walking man makes three;
Such a better number to be
©2013C.LBaker


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All Day Long

All. Day. Long.

I sit there, in my chair, All. Day. Long. 
Glaring at people I hate. 
The people who are but mere memories.
Mere dust in the wind.

All that I know has blown away, 
taken by my faulty actions.
The dull replay of Meteora fills my room with lyrical insanity, 
tempting me with beat and anger. 
But I’ve realised it’s not the music that’s dull.
It’s myself. I am dull. 
 Dull, empty, detached, dead. 
My actions have caused this, my mental instability.

My arms and wrists, they’re crisscrossed with faint pink patterns,
the product of my attempts at reattachment and relief.
Eternal smiles of violet beneath my eyes, wrinkles surround my lips. 
My skin, yellow from the drugs, reflects weakly the sunlight from outside.
I blame everyone but myself, my personality rotten to the core.
My lungs, as well, shredded by smoke that acted like needles.

I couldn’t help myself, I jest in my mind. 
I’ve been trying to shove the blame onto something but myself, 
only to find there is nothing to blame but myself.

My body has been wracked to this state, 
a state well beyond my mere 29 years. 
My mind, hanging from a cliff. 
Threatening to free fall at any moment. 

As I sit there, in my chair, 
memories of an age long gone from my life flash before my eyes.
 A girl I loved, laughing.
 Her and I lying in the grass, at a lake’s edge.
A cat akin to night, eyes green as mine, purring softly in my lap.
Flashes of guns, from a war forgotten by all but me. 

As I reminisce these memories, a spark of feeling—pain.
Upwelling in my gut.
 Through my chest.
 Stabbing into the side of my head.
The pain triggers a new wave of recollection. 

Again, the girl. My mind so foggy I can’t remember her name. 
Dancing slowly to a song no longer heard of. 
Snow. A blush of the cheeks. Hands in mine, warming and comfortable.
The pain in my head intensifies, blinding me. 
I fall from my chair, the first time I’ve moved all day. In 2 days.

Shaking my head, I pull myself up. Standing, I look around. 
Another flash of pain, followed by a sensation I’d all but forgotten.
Her lips. At dusk. The very first time.
I stumble away from an unseen being, crashing into the wall. 
Blinking my eyes furiously, I right myself. 
Waiting a moment, I sit back down. 
And let the dullness take over, the pain ebb away, 
and the memories to replay.
All. Day. Long.


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I Hate The Word - Hate





             HATE is a very strong word                            I like the soft words
                    HATE is awful                                  why not show consideration
               HATE leads to unrest                                     I like the peace
               HATE leads to hostility                                  friendship is a joy
                  HATE means war                                 why kill, when we can love
            The world is full of HATRED                  let`s share the world with happiness
                                      
                                                



                


*** NOT for the contest.
A-L Andresen
28.July 2012


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Remembrance

                                                          I
                                                   REMEMBER, JUST
                                              AS I’VE BEEN ASKED, I STOP
                                           AND TAKE A MINUTE, THINKING
                                          OF A WAR WHICH I WILL NEVER BE A
                                          PART OF, I WILL NEVER SEE FIRST HAND.
                                    A FEW FALLEN HEROES, WHO GAVE UP THEIR
                              LIVES FOR A GENERATION THEY WOULD NEVER SEE,
                           JUST SO THAT WE ALL                  WOULD NEVER HAVE 
                         TO GO THROUGH THE                        TERROR OF A LIFE, A
                         HELL, WITHOUT ANY                          CONCEPT OF PEACE, 
                          AND SO WE TAKE OUR                      QUIET MOMENT TO
                           STOP, AND CONSIDER                 THE SACRIFICE, TO
                             THINK UPON A FOREIGN FIELD, SOAKED IN 
                               THE BLOOD OF MEN, OF BOYS. WE CANNOT 
                                  AFFORD TO LET THEM STRAY FROM OUR
                                    MEMORY OR ELSE WE RISK REPEATING
                                        THE MISTAKES OF THE PAST. AND 
                                              SO I THANK ALL SOLDIERS
                                                    PAST AND PRESENT. 


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Life of the Party

Beirut.
You’ve always been the life of the party.

I’ve seen the sun smile at you,
on Saturday mornings.
As your women
hung over and wrecked
with Jesus crosses on their necks
waltz through streets
trying to find a ride back home.

Your green wooden window panes,
always left open.
Always left waiting.
A sign of hope.
As if something holy
or someone with a red cape on
would come
and save you.

I see it
I feel it
The pain
The terror
I see the bullets 
That have pierced through your walls
Left you with nothing

Your anarchists
Your extremists 
Your people
Your children
Are all fighting
Over a hit 
of the fix you gave them.
Oh Beirut,
what have they done?

I see the clouds of smoke rising
I see your people left bare
with secrets to strip off
and hang on the laundry ropes
that fill your skies

The writings on your walls say it all.
You’ve lost your soul
You’ve lost your spark

Corruption
Destruction
You made the rules 
and then asked us to break them.
I’m not sure who to blame.
Them,
Or you.

You left me high and dry-
Lost in the alleys of your dark streets

I didn’t know who to blame.
So I asked around, Beirut.

I asked the men on motorcycles
who snatch purses from old women.
I asked your nine year old
gypsy beggars.
I asked your officers 
and the teenagers in cellars,
who in another world could’ve been heroes or poets.
I asked your university students,
but they were too stoned to comprehend my questions.
High on a drug of complacency
High on a drug of nonchalance
High on a drug of compromise.
So 
Numb
Numb
Numb


I asked your gods.
Your middle-men.
The pictures on the walls
of your many leaders.

I asked your fathers
Your rapists
Your artists
Your lawyers 
Your educators

I even asked the old man pushing a cart of oranges in Hamra.

But nothing was to be found…

Not even a tad of sanity…
Not even a sense of security
You couldn’t give me that, could you?

Oh Beirut.
You’ve always been the life of the party. 
But I’ve seen them frown at you,
when dawn breaks and you walk out on them
hung over and wrecked 
with a cross around your neck
walking over shattered beer bottles…
trying to find a ride back home.


Details | Free verse | |

If Old Men Fought

An old man looking out his door,
gaze fixed on a distant shore,
reminiscing to a time, not of happiness,
or, the prospect of a bright future,
to when he was sick to his very core,
to when as a youth, he went to war

A time before infallibility had meaning,
patriotism and bravado the craze,
the future was still unknown,
vigor for life at its all time high,
a time for romance, partying, buying,
no thought of pain, deformity, dying

Too young to understand or question,
ship to foreign shore, medals abound,
will impress the girls next time in town,
sacrifice not temporary,
forever more,
a legacy etched into a wall, few will remember,
flesh shredded, burned, torn,
families mourn

A time, when he willingly went to war,
will happen no more,
all lost in youth, now unrelenting,
no blind obedience,
minimal risk,
long life, his number one ambition

As he turns back from the door,
he thinks of the youth,
here now, soon no more,
lessons never learned,
the call to war,
to common the roar,
complacency the mood,
another generation removed

The old man agonizes
over what was originally not known,
war is preventable,
life too precious to waste,
the solution simple,
his vision, maybe too late

Send old men to the front to fight,
arthritis, heart disease, poor eyesight,
let the youth enjoy their life,
his near over, its only right

Send old men, to the front, to fight
ask them to give up their life,
patriotism and bravado, still alive,
will and desire would not last the night,
old men do not rush to death in their twilight,
failure inevitable, the old man smiles,
knows he's right

Wars not possible,
if old men, are sent to fight


Details | Light Poetry | |

- Hearts Of Stone -



   You can not decide
   your  future
   You can never get back
   yesterday
   You can not wait until tomorrow
   today is the day
   What will you do today
   Today you can decide
   how it should be
   Are you happy and satisfied
   or sad and tired
   A world in war
   where everyone killing eachother
   Scream cuts in my ears
   horrible sound
   Faith - hope and love is your way
   Choose your path with sensitivity
   Because if everyone will
   we can surely get it





   28.09.2014
   A-L Andresen :)


Details | Rhyme | |

A Slavery Mentality

Believe in what I am told or what I see 
This war is bitter and I aspire to be free 
Free from these shackles and discrimination 
Free from selective elimination 
We call our children mistakes so we can free ourselves of responsibility 
And our babies are dying in the streets while we accept no liability 
Governed by aggression it’s said that only the strong survive 
But instead of showing strength we only know hostility 
Creating a place where these demons thrive 
A Child’s innocence is used for selfish gain 
So mommy can get high and feel no pain 
A child that knows no love has no true perception of reality 
And the system has no love our children are lost on technicality 
Now your babies will have babies searching for the love that they lack 
They should have had love unconditional 
But instead they turn to crack 
Because their family has made it traditional 
There is nothing like the cries of a neglected child 
Mommy is too high to provide 
Taught too young to hold it all inside 
Poison their minds with dirty little secrets they are forced to hide 
Teach them to look for nothing and that’s all you will find 
Because that is all that’s left inside 
Fill their minds with worldly possessions 
Take what you can get despite the moral transgression 
Take Godout of our schools because money is the new respect 
Craving only negative attention 
Because of the love they now reject 
First born to poverty and aware before their time 
Unable to provide life’s necessities 
They are pushed towards drug sales and crime 
Society will blame this transgression on lack of affection 
But really they are affected by lack of direction 
No money to feed the hungry and poor 
Our inspiration is music, TV, drugs, guns and war 
Poor because they have been dominated and oppressed 
Push us too regress 
Give to those who already have by taking from those who have less 
The only way to survive is to murder, hustle and deceive 
There is a better way of life 
But not a better way to make them believe 
A better way to teach us to accept this fate is what they crave 
A better way to give us the mentality of a slave 
Their methods of birth control created to control the minority 
We are now the majority 
They are scared to death we have become the priority 
Our people born of whips and chains and still left unbroken 
Fed our children’s sorrows from which we choke 
there are still too many truths left unspoken


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 | Epic | |

Trilogy


She splendid came before the light of dawn,
Emerged from Halls of deep memoir's efface;
'Let me express my love in eyes and ways,
before death turns me back to granite stone.'

Embraced were we while the winds raced moaning,
our strings of lives joined outside of mute grief;
there was a hope left when the arcane Nymph
fled East, towards the first light of morning.
..............

Unvirtuous sons of metamorphosis,
vociferous assault - lives to degrade,
with cymbals' wrothly thump, my land invade,
drums' beat enacts my apotheosis.

They cut me thrice and once as I slaughter,
grotesque barbarians, that fight entranced;
I prayed to dawns' refulgent light; enhanced
their monstrous growls fly with a twilit bird.

Accented their trilogy - immoral,
from deep wounds - inferior weep their cries,
euphoric Spring forces them to baptize
in anaphoric flowing red to flora.
..............

She splendid came before the light of dawn,
Emerged from Halls of deep memoir's efface;
'Let me express my love in eyes and ways,
before death turns me back to granite stone.'

© G.V. 10-04-2012, All Rights Reserved


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 | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The number the brand

When I met her , a very old lady she was , yet inside lay a frightened child .
I felt my heart cry , I felt as if I was touching history itself , as I made this older lady, child,  chai .

I remember the day , and so many tears I have cried
I have cried before she and I met 
As a child , so many tears, left confused inside .

Not understanding Why , and how could we stand by and live our lives as if this never happened ?

It happened , we are left in dismay of the movies seen the accounts taken of History 
My self ..I have caught stereotyping the very people whom did this to she , the rest of her Family erased .


The white candles we light , we try and forgive , or just simply block this pain out completely.

It occurs , over and over , as it has been said History will repeat .
When thinking of my children , when I think of that little girl losing ,  cold and scarred , feeling only defeat .

There is a lesson here and I pray , that all whom have been taken from life , have no pain and are gifted spirits throughout eternity . May they be warmed with love,  and reunited with the ones they lost .

The first time I met her , her old hand I took and warmed it with mine , I held it for a long time . 
You could not,  but notice ..the Evil imprinted on skin , the Evil only to remind.
This very old Soul , in her eyes you could see . 
The child that once lived , so innocently free, not aware yet,  of the Hostility .

I speak of a Little girl, I speak of a old woman , I speak of a Jewish,  chosen Religion.

There as I held her frail , old hand  , a brand , a number stamped in Evil a long time ago .   In 1945  , once in our distant, yet Frightening  past . 

We should never forget , never forget it happened , never forget all the names .
If we do , we have learned nothing , A World living in Shame .
                                " Etta Babooshka Kofman  "


Details | Free verse | |

The Old Salt

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



Details | Haiku | |

Hip-Hop

Rappers represent
Modern day correspondents
In the hip-hop age

Producers present
Orchestrated sound agents
Musical front page


Details | Lyric | |

Never Fight Alone

I got mad. Didn't know how to use my energy. So I made this song on the piano. I want to sing it with my brother when he's better. I hope he does get better soon. 
Dedicated to David. Just been so angry lately. And so sad. . .

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Verse I: (David) I was alone What can I say? I was lost Couldn't pray I was trapped In their games I regret it Everyday Verse II: (Laura) I was jaded By my sin Never sweated Anything Couldn't sleep Couldn't dream I was scared Of everything Chorus: (David) Within me lies a battle A war I just can't fight alone Can you hear me now? Will you hear me out? Before I lose the struggle I'm begging for some help right now We need to take a stand I need to be a man Laura: Your heart is in my hand Both: (You) I will not fight alone Verse IV: (David) I'm losing faith Can't find the way Can't erase The things I say I see the world Instant pain! If I'm anything I'm insane Verse V: (Laura) Don't talk that way! Just look at me! You are stronger Then I'll ever be! I pulled you in I pushed you free I was foolish Please come back to me Chorus: (David) Within me lies a battle A war I just can't fight alone Can you hear me now? Will you hear me out? Before I lose the struggle I'm begging for some help right now We need to take a stand I need to be a man Laura: Your heart is in my hand Both: (You) I will not fight alone Within me lies a battle A war I just can't fight alone Can you hear me now? Will you hear me out? Before I lose the struggle I'm begging for some help right now We need to take a stand I need to be a man Laura: Your heart is in my hand We'll never fight alone Never Fight Alone


Details | Villanelle | |

Righteous and Just

Righteous and just shall inherit the earth
The lord does chastise me so I see Him
Placed me in poverty pray I do right

Sinned throughout my life now I must think twice
Each and every hour this debt I owe
Righteous and just shall inherit the earth

Turn their backs they have people that I know
Failing in belief cause my will I give thee
Placed me in poverty pray I do right

A different path to walk to you I go
My destination is known you I fear
Righteous and just shall inherit the earth

Your punishment severe pain I endure
Forgiveness be time in you faith I trust
Placed me in poverty pray I do right

No longer without sight you freed my mind
The sanctuary I seek found in you
Righteous and just shall inherit the earth
Placed me in poverty pray I do right


Details | Verse | |

Reality s Obligation

I`m on a constant search to find freedom
Freedom in a world torned apart in a ruthless commotion
And to satisfy an endless quest for unnecessary goods and power

The unstable spiritual balance..flipped over by the lack of common sence
Destroyed by an overwhelming hunt to achive meaningless goods
Why and how did we loose grip of reality`s obligation..

Predators awaits..politicians and dictators with crocodile grins
Reveals their infected teeth after chewing up millions of victims
Born right into war and economic misery

What lurks around the corner for these hunted souls..
Another chemical attack pointed towards them and their children
The beast is awakened..and the devil himself creeps out into the bright daylight


"...God Be With You My Syrian Friends.."

A.Ertsland June 2013


Details | Than-Bauk | |

Dressed Blues

<                                                 he took the fall
                                                   dressed blues call now
                                                   hearts wall skips beat

 

Written by Katherine Stella 8/7/11



A Than-Bauk, conventionally a witty saying or epigram, is a three line "climbing rhyme" poem of Burmese origin. Each line has four syllables. 

The rhyme is on the fourth syllable of the first line, the third syllable of the second line, and the second syllable of the third line. 

Tribute To U.S Marine Corps
Hu RAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH


Details | Rhyme | |

The purple heart

There's a story id like to tell,
about a strong and brave marine,
a man to be called a true hero,
for all hes been through and seen.
You see this marine was far from home,
serving his country, and fighting with pride,
doing a job only a few can do,
with those very few by his side.
One day he set out,
on a mission that's better left untold,
this marine couldn't have seen it coming,
as a series of events unrolled.
This marine was severly wounded,
and now has to live with the scars of war,
but even though he has a long road ahead,
he'll always remember what he was fighting for.
In honor of this marine,
who did more than his part,
we salute, and thank you,
with the purple heart.


Details | Sonnet | |

Sunken Tears

                                   He stood bravely before me 
                           with a medal of honor in his right hand
                        and a bandage of agony around his left knee
                           It seemed like he had struggled to stand,
                             his crutches lay useless on the ground
                                 I found it hard to understand why,
                                 a soldier in pain didn't even frown
                                      With a voice firm but dry
                                 his words shook me like thunder
                                "You're now the man of this house"
                                 he uttered like a worn-out hunter
                            quivering up my legs like a terrified mouse
                                 Drowning my mind through cold ears
                        he passed his sincere respect and sunken tears


Details | Couplet | |

A soldier's friend

Slowly breathing with a steady beat
Boots are crunching you feel the heat

You inch on closer, looking around
Watching your friends make not a sound

You have been told to kill this man
A threat he is to freedoms plan

Hold up your rifle, take careful aim
Let go of the guilt your not to blame

Orders you follow a good soldier you are
Try not to think the size of the scar

That this order will bring deep in your soul
We raise the flag on top of this soldier's hole

I will give support, I will lend my hand
So you can brother, continue to stand

To fight for the freedoms of people everywhere 
Down your rifle I, with you, shall stare


Details | Rhyme | |

4 - Messenger from the Dead

Alas there is no more confusion,
finally found my last conclusion.
Expect me as if Jesus will return,
from a ghost to a realm of concern.

Your dreams are portals like doors,
welcoming spirits into hasten wars.
Leaving the thoughts without trust,
keeping your fears in much disgust.

And though you sought no consequence,
deeds that confirm a wicked malevolence.
Awaiting in your nightmare of screams,
enjoy what is left amongst your dreams.


Details | Free verse | |

Love is the Weapon

Fuse ignited by the half-lit cigarette
perched precariously on the corner of your mouth,
I'm a suicide bomber,
and you are all I have left to believe in.
Side by side, 
Our lungs screaming,
we torch the world around us,
destroying perfection to create beauty.
We rise again from the smoldering wreckage,
cleansed with the split blood of our broken hearts.
The embers drift in the sky like fireflies 
as we wipe the ash from our eyes.
Hands clasped,
we venture forth into this brave new world,
rebuilding reality brick by brick
and from each other,
learning to love again.


Details | I do not know? | |

WE ARE INDEPENDENCE!

We are Tausug Nation
Defending independence
Free from the enemies
Stood not to get oppressed

Our Nation ruled
Of the country’s independence
Never conquered from then
We shall develop our land

Our country, nation is known
Home of courageous person
Bound only in one faith
Never care of the death

Tumantangis, Dahu peaks of our land
To Bagsak, Sinumaan
And to all the mountains here
Only one God is aimed

Zamboanga, Basilan, North Borneo, Palawan
Centre is in Sulu land
Ruled by the Sultan
From the early point of time

Our nation is united
In the name of faith is complete
Only God is firm
Determined not to get conquered

Land of the pearl garden
Sulu Sea in the world is famous
From the South and North
And East and West

Blood of Martyrs flowed in the vein of the Sug Nation
Fought to defend
Flag rose like Vinta strip
Eternal pledge appeared


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

King Of The Fallen

King Of The Fallen



Look upon the king.See his proud stance,his gentle eyes,and his charming smile.Once the prince looked over by and loved by everyone,no one knowing his true self.
See his proud stance,he stands and look down on people.
His gentle eye show nothing more then lies.
Such a caring smiling he uses to massacre thousands.
Let him rule your mind but keep your heart
Let him judge over you but never about you
Let him rain cruelty over but may you remain pure
Look upon my king see his monarchy shatter before his eye's,as the evil he has done catch up to him.His children taken,his wife's broken,and his castle destroyed.
Look at the prince who was loved,look at the king who was feared,looks at the king who is now fallen into despair.
Look upon the king.See his proud stance,his gentle eye and charming smile.
See his proud stance as he looked on down on the weak.
See his gentle eye's,see the lies that spur in them.
See his charming smile,like a wicked prince ready to tangle you up and put your out of your mind..
He has fallen
He is broken
He was taken
He is now in despair
He has ruled your mind,now his heart is gone.
He has judged you,now is being judged for himself of himself.
He has rain cruelty over you,now he is impure and Ingenta.
Look he's kingdom has fell and now the deed's of his injustice has ensnared him.
Look his leg's broken.
Look his eye's have been gouged.
Look his smile has been cut.
Look at his wives they are broken.
Look at they children are taken without words of appease.
And his home is destroy in flames.
Look upon the the fallen king,no tears shall fall from his eye's only the blood from his mouth,and the words of death.
Fare thee well world,this game of cat and mouse,and of death and life.How I enjoyed it to the fullest,but now my home is in fired my children taken my wives broken and my body destroyed.This must be punishment for being the King of the Fallen.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Ourselves

Ourselves

The world is filled with temptation.
The heart is filled with desires.
The eye’s is filled with it own truth.
The mind is on the breaking point of sane and insanity.

We are only human.
We are only creatures, neither light nor dark.
We are only ourselves.

Some wear mask to defeat others.
Some wear mask to defeat themselves.
Some wear mask to hide who they really are.

Here is the point where we must decide in our life where we stand.
For trust and love and kinship of your blood will be tested.

First was the temptation.
Then it sets with desires.
Afterwards either the truth or lies are spun.
And to the last who shall stand brave or break under the weight.

We speak of truth when behind us is nothing but woven lies, and hearts full of deceit.
Can you not see the hypocrite side of us?
 Ha! It wounds me to known this, even more that I am one of those.

Take heed and resist or be forgotten with all others. 
For in this life there is only good or evil, light and darkness, the possible and impossible.

Such is us.
Such is you.
Such is me. 

Our world is filled with temptation.
Our hearts is filled with desires.
Our eye’s is filled with what we wish to see.
Our mind’s is filled with things that can make and break us.


Details | Burlesque | |

Suburban Spring

Suburban Spring	
(4.15.10)


	Springtime fills the air, 
			like laughing gas.
		(Or maybe more like whiskey.)
The suburbs are drunk on the nectar of it's dawn.
	Middle-class houses 
			are starting to dance.
		(Or maybe they're just wobbling.)
They vomit whole families onto their lawn.

			I watch them the same way dogs watch TV:
				Confused and intrigued, 
		with a slight urge to pee.

	The father cuts grass, 
			like a sleepwalker.
		(Or maybe more like a zombie -
Ravenous for cheap beer, instead of brains.)
	A six pack later, 
			he starts washing his car.
		(Or watering his driveway.)
He's spreading on wax so he's set when it rains.

	The mother kneels in dirt, 
			tending the garden.
		(More like digging in a sandbox.)
Her spade is rusty.  (Figuratively, at least.)
	A sunset later, 
			she cooks family dinner.
		(Or maybe orders some pizza.)
(If every mouth is fed, she can call it a feast.)

			I watch them the same way dogs watch TV.

	The son plays war games, 
			dying for fun.
		(Or maybe more for practice.)
He whines about fruit drinks, as well as the heat.
	A full pitcher later, 
			tweaking on sugar,
		(Or maybe just corn starch.)
the war escalates, 'til its time to go eat.

	The daughter makes a picnic, 
			inviting her toys.
		(Or maybe not.)
(Her plastic spread can only spread so thin!)
	After the tea time, 
			she's off picking flowers.
		(Or maybe weeds.)
(As long as they're pretty, there's a vase that they'll fit in.)

		They gather, as a family, at the table to say grace.
		They hold each others' hands and say, "Amen."  
			(And proceed to stuff their face.)

	The dog sits by the boy - 
			Loyal and true.
		(Or maybe just hungry.)
He drools as he stares from the corners of his eyes.
	After dinner, 
                     he offers to help with the dishes.
		(Or maybe he demands it.)
The boy sneaks him a bite.  The dog is not surprised.

	Bedtime comes soon after.  
			The kids are sent to brush their teeth.
		(Or maybe just to run the sink.)
They put on their jammies, and to bed, they go.
	After tucking them in, 
			the parents watch TV.
		(Or maybe they just dream they do, 
					sleeping in its glow.)

	The dog is changing channels, 
			looking for a better show.
				Confused and intrigued, 
		he pees on the carpet below.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

THE LIGHTING

Eagle-Sea -- Hope, the long Wave--
Slow -- to the Acorn --
From where Million goodbyes
As the best deflowered Drive --
Deep in and out -- 
It's impossible I meet!

I read your long letters --
Breathed --Organic glory --
Sublime ecstasies --they are all your flesh --
Chanted -- the perpetual
Revolution of that Dips!

Let me not to be ashamed
By saying, "They shake me sexually" --
I could not know
How departures I have --
All flocked me away!


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.


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The Undisputed

The Undisputed



 I usually prevail when mostly other have doubts,

 as my hostel rival friends taunt, boo and shout,

 when they know my mind is focus on that title bout.

 I took the stubborn champ to the limit with a reserve

 of deadly impact of fresh crushing blows therefore

 had the ruthless undefeated champ dazed, shocked,

 and lay resting looking at my dancing toes as

 I exit to go ending the big show.


 2/15/11 by Keith K. Relf


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These Colors Don't Run Limerick

<                                 once were twin towers on horizon
                                   bombarded by Al Qaeda what sin
                                   then came many heros
                                   lost too at ground zero
                                   America's flag still flew in wind




In Loving Memory To Those Lost
On 911 R.I.P. You Are Not Forgotten


Details | Couplet | |

Going To War

The phrase, "going to war", has always had ominous and forbidding qualities that can 
reverberate to the very core of the soul. Experiencing such an ordeal has its own legacy. It 
differs from person to person in varying degrees and the anticipation is usually far more 
negative than the actual arrival into the area of conflict. Though each war has its own 
realities with which to deal, it is not the war addressed by, "Going to War". The poem reveals 
the war within when the psyche literally battles with the 'unknown' in its struggle to accept 
the actuality of an event feared and imagined.

The eastern sky grew dark with night, The west held light of day. A lonesome plane in westward flight Was taking us away. When orders came for Viet Nam And all the names were read, They may as well have dropped a bomb, Or shot us there instead. Some few had been to fight before But most of us had not; Had never dealt with death or war, Or fears of being shot. Our words came scarce and laughter naught, Concern was quick to grow. The doubts and fears we all had brought Seemed primed and set to blow. A wave of silence dashed our youth Against the rocks of war, And in its wake, the naked truth; We're little boys no more. The time had come to set aside The games of yesterday, To give our step a longer stride, To learn another way. Now doubt looms dark and ominous, A vulture from the blue, That preys upon what peace remains, From all the things we knew. We pray to soothe our fears and dread, For rest to ease our mind, For guidance through the war ahead, And mourn the 'world', behind; And that one day we'll understand Why people have to die... Still, time grows near when we would land, The miles were flying by. The windows fog with quickened breath In our descent to land. We all are sure a brush with death Is very close at hand. We watch Siagon come into view And wait to feel a blast; Then hold our breath, as if on cue, When wheels touch down, at last. The war, for us, has just begun; Our fates seem so unsure, But we are warriors, every one, Resolved we will endure. ©1971 by Jim Fish


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GUN

                                                                      



                                                    A gun is a deadly weapon
                                           It can kill people with wasted reason

                                                     Authorized to have this
                                                 Only the army and the police

                                               Don’t use it to point to a person
                                           You will landed straight to the prison

                                      A gun is an instrument for an unending war
                                          Civilians traumatized for a painful scar

                            So please have some conscience not to use it barbarically
                                      Coz it will cause our life and so don’t be a folly 



                                                          January 29, 2013
                                               For Gwendolen "Gun" contest
                                                        1ST PLACE WINNER



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An Expression of Gratitude

Dear Jake, I know you have never met me
I life in your homeland across the sea
Our priest gave us a list of men at war
He asked us to write; I couldn’t ignore

I can but dream of the horrors you see
Applauding the way you fight so bravely
You put your life on the line every day
And my gratitude I want to convey

Your days are filled with incredible strife
Do you have children at home and a wife?
You know that your family prays for you
I want you to know that I’m praying too

If you write back, I’ll return each letter
But when you’re home safely, I’ll feel better




Written July 28, 2012
*Entry for Gail’s “Write a Heartfelt Poem to a Soldier” contest


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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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Stab, Choke, Torture, Shoot to Kill

The rage that screams against the sky A battle ground of angry hate Death's anger looms; threat reaches high The rage that screams against the sky A voice it struggles to deny The venom 'fore it spews too late The rage that screams against the sky A battle ground of angry hate. What made bit** think she could deceive A fam'ly grown so sick of hurt I'm one she thought that would believe What made bit** think she could deceive? Fed up with lies, we're so naive Her many victims her desserts What made bit** think she could deceive A fam'ly grown so sick of hurt. I want to choke her scrawny neck And make cruel vengeance mine to give To make her bleed, knife's wounds inflict I want to choke her scrawny neck And twist until I'm held in check But not 'fore I know she'll ne'er live I want to choke her scrawny neck And make cruel vengeance mine to give. I lay my head on Satan's bed The price was worth my deadly fate She's cold and lives with devil's dead I lay my head on Satan's bed No tear I shed, no more to dread It's over now, there's no more wait I lay my head on Satan's bed The price was worth my deadly fate.
Destroyer ~ Poet’s contest Name any poem with a strong title" (your poem title has to catch my eye) your most favorite outstanding title...


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Ana

She writes her songs and her poems,
not one person know 'em.
She listens to the sound of her music,
she's stuck to it like a tick.

If someone took the time to listen,
her true colors would glisten.
She's put on a mask,
and hid everything when someone asked.

She was the type of girl who would always laugh,
making you wish it would last.
She was the type of girl who would smile the day away,
too bad it is no longer that way.

She is now the girl who is depressed,
I bet you're impressed.
Since no one could tell
that she was going through hell.

Everyone thought she was happy, 
when really, she felt crappy.
Everyone thought she was having the time of her life,
who would have guess her best friend was a knife?

She spent her days alone,
she seemed to do everything on her own.
Never once wanted help.
Thought she could do everything herself.

Then the day came,
when she lost the game.
She fell apart,
and everyone saw her broken heart.

They saw the way she overreacted.
Oh, if only you saw the way she acted.
She bruised herself, scratched herself, and made herself bleed,
no one knew what it was that she needed.

They saw her tears,
and that was what she feared.
They found out she wasn't okay,
oh, she hated that day.

Everyone found out about her secret,
and she wish they'd just forget,
but she knew they couldn't,
and that they wouldn't.

She left that town and started over,
no one knew she went undercover.
She said she got better,
when really... something else occurred. 

She secretly hurt herself,
and walked away from help.
Everyone thought she recovered,
when really, she was undercover.

She secretly wanted to get worse,
no one knew of course.
No one cared to ask,
if she was wearing her mask.

Now it's too late,
she locked the gate.
Killed herself,
everyone had forgotten she needed help.

Goodbye cold world,
this was a story of a girl
who once loved everyone
then feared who it was who won.


Details | Free verse | |

United Nations Plaza

Temperature dip
urban leaves turned
Autumn, sniffing around
for a place to settle
no Farmer's Market
in San Francisco today.


Details | I do not know? | |

If your not the part of the solution your the part of the problem

I’m from the hood where the politicians don’t do squat for the poor/  
I represent the modern day Black man/ 
The Black educated politician and activist that care about only one Damn 
thing when the stuff hit the fan! 
“They Damn Self!” 
It’s like a wise man once said “Never let the left hand know what the right 
hand do” meaning keep all of the right hands right and all of the left hands 
left/ 
Ever since then the tradition has been eating off the next mans death/ 
It’s like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder whether I should go buy 
books or go buy a T.V,/Then again I wonder what’s wrong with these rap artists calling us
window 
shoppers like we nothing!  
Then them same rap artist turn around and beg us to go buy they C.D/ 
“Buy Black Owned!!” 
“Keep the Money in the Hood!” 
That’s all you hear/ 
We tried and it went/ 
Now at the same time I’m behind in my rent/ 
I hate the usage of the word Negroes! 
But when I look at these new condos being built all around Harlem/ 
I realize Negroes got a problem/ The rent not affordable/  
They go do what they wanna do/ just to get Negroes out of Harlem/ 
What happened to all the great MALCOLMS, MARTINS, and MARCUS/ 
Cause all we got now is a bunch of fake FARRAKHANS, SHARPTONS 
and BARRAKAS!/ nah just kidding!Hopefully not my last hope BARAK 
OBAMA! But I wonder when it’s all go stop!/ 
Cause when I look at my peoples now a days/ 
All I see is  
“I see DISASTER!! 
And realize “Yeah we still SLAVES”/ 
But the sad part is 
WE THE MASTER!!     (“let’s stop enslaving our selves”)  
By Lester Marrow


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Lucid Dream

Look upon city once known by name,
ruins that I called home, streets swallowed by flame,
in time alive shell not witness less of what should you understand,
reach on to hand of a stranger, scroll remain;
in signs that might be changing welcome,
different of a man.

When dawn awakes and there is no light,
upon dusk of man darkness will be spread by sight,
in time not different change will arise, life we thought you knew,
death would recognize.

Hearts will bound to King without a Crown,
why do mothers shed tears, echo rooted in the ground,
is there reason of a foolish wars, contracts written in blood,
new born babies died breathless, can't even appreciate the Sun,
don't deserve to live, not worth of the land,
existence will be scattered in ashes,
you will be remembered
by name.


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A Low Church


“All war is a deception”

The day was chilly and dark
Low clouds hung over the sun
A low church stood a silent witness
To the raging sea and surf
Past its bent arch, darkness reigned
A candle lit slowly by the priest.
One by one the faces come to light.
Amused bronze. Smiling stone. Unsurprised.
For a time the length of that candle
gesture after gesture revives and dies.
Stance after lost stance is found
and lost again.
Who was that, you ask.
The saviour, the son, the priest replies.
A sceptic candle coughs.
I count the angels on the wall
And mother Mary’s soft tears
As all around the war rages
You come out in the dark sun
And find the children playing the game of death

24/09/2011

By Tahera Mannan

For constance’s “The Church by the ocean” contest


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Bio in Short

It's been a good run
To the back side of sixty,
The short side of time.

First Hollywood kiss
Behind a pink crepe myrtle.
Thanks, Patsy Werner.

High school was okay.
Didn't help me to focus;
So, my mind wandered.

Surfed Bonzai Pipeline,
Big waves break into lava.
What made me do it?

Vietnam jungles.
I wondered why I was there.
America lost.

Smoking pot. Stereo.
Good fun in the seventies.
Psychedelics too.

And three wives later,
I finally found true love.
We're still together.

My destitute heart,
Saved by the sweetest angel.
I love you, Sandy.

Sooners are my team.
Most winning football program
In the Modern Era.

I am retired now.
But I have plenty to do.
Golf, primarily.

I've been writing more.
Perhaps I will write a book.
I have many tales.

I'd chase young girls; but,
Girls with a "grampa" fetish
Are so hard to find.

If I am lucky,
I will just drop dead one day.
With my peace of mind.

Yes, made a good run
To the back side of sixty,
The short side of time.


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The City Sleeps

Corridors, power, call it what you like When shadows fall, on this hot June night These walls, this place, I'm absorbed I wonder why They, the inflicted, their embers, we now throw them to the sky Sleeping giants of Auschwitz, in mass production die Good boy psycho killers, into their new world they tread To look for new horizons and leave behind their dread Behind half moon meadow, now decaying in ancestral creep Amidst discarded gates and ditches, this, the city sleeps Their corridors of Epiphany, whilst Christianity weeps <> Written using the track titles to the Touchstones album <> The City Sleeps


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It Just Ain't There

I whisper to the snails
Who’d sooner die much less fail
There’s nothing left inside those eyes
As tears drop into pails

The light is warm but I can’t touch it
Till I pay the rent
But the man is hollering back at me
With just too much demand

But as I look up to the sky
The helicopter’s still there
Constantly judging me
A supersonic glare
And I know that we can’t win
We’re fighting for a freedom
That we know just ain’t there

I whisper to the men 
Who’d sooner die much less fail
There’s nothing left inside your eyes
As tears drop into pails

The light is warm but you can’t touch it
Till you pay the rent
The man is hollering back at you
With just too much demand.


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Cactus Heart

You would assume I am thirsty in this dire heat,
Or that my needles would cause others to quickly retreat,
You would conclude that my flowers were only for show
Or that if someone didn’t water me I would never grow,
But what you don’t see in plain eye sight
Is that I am flourishing with waters of integrity and might,
Under these thorns you call choked up defenses
Breeds the strength to survive all forms and pretenses,
To you I require little maintenance… but I know better,
I know how to absorb all I need in good and bad weather,
For I was strategically placed in this atmosphere,
All I need dwells in my structure enabling me to stay clear
Of beasts that lurk when sandstorms arise,
When mirages start to mesmerize,
When signs and wonders appear in fallen skies,
And soldiers forget to break ancient soul ties,
I stand my post and flaunt my spikes,
A cactus heart survives all flights.

By: Sabina Nicole
Written: In a Very dry Place
Contest: Forgot


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SOLDIERS NIGHTMARE contest waking up from a nightmare

                         VIETNAM VET SOLDIER'S NIGHTMARE

Another dream –
I could not wake –
Escape from what would follow--
Grasping for a secret word, the letters stark and hollow--
I was trapped entangled there,
Just beyond the reach
Of men that could release me
Or a hill that could be breached

Gunfire was a backdrop 
Soft and pungent was its sound
Fell on me like raindrops--strangely harmless on the ground

Smoky gray encased me like a piece of sleeping net
Tunnel faces hidden —easy killing, no regret-- 
Felt terror and the aching for the friends around me cold
Standup guys with stalwart hearts--just did what they were told

Then my cell phone beeped a beep---
A message had come in ....
Now awake I saw your name---
My new day would begin.


Victoria Anderson-Throop
November 25, 2012
waking from a nightmare contest


Details | I do not know? | |

The Nameless - for South Africans of all colours who fought for freedom


The Nameless


Slipping through the sieve of history,

the nameless rest.

Not for the nameless are roads renamed, nor monuments built.

Not for the nameless are songs sung, nor ink spilled.

The nameless rest.

Their silent sacrifice,

quiet ordeal,

muted trauma,

remain interred,

amongst their remains.

The nameless rest.

Not for the nameless are doctorates conferred, nor eulogies recited.

Not for the nameless are honours bestowed, nor homages directed.

The nameless rest.

They rest within us,

they walk with us,

in every step that we tread.

They rest within us,

they walk with us,

for their spirit is not dead.


“Your name is unknown, your deed is immortal”
- inscription at The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier WWII in Moscow


Special thanks to my dearest elder sister Tasneem Nobandla Moolla, whose conversations with me about life as a non-white person growing up in pre and post-Apartheid South Africa prompted me to write this dedication to the countless, nameless South Africans of every colour, whose sacrifices and dedication in the struggle against Apartheid tyranny must never be forgotten.


My sister’s middle name ‘Nobandla’ which is an isiXhosa name and means “she who is of the people” was given by her godfather, Nelson Mandela, my father’s ‘best-man who could not be, as Nelson Mandela was unable to-make it to my parent’s wedding as he was in jail at the time in the old Johannesburg Fort. This was the 31st December 1961.


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Mans Dreams of Peace

Mans Dreams of Peace
     ~     ~    ~     ~
War hell no! It is not name of the game,
No bodies laying over the battlefields
There is no way I am today the same.
Women and children all dying in wet fields
All torn apart by war ugliness and warriors;
Must try hide in our nightmares to get sleep.
Helicopters seems to sounds like aviators,
Torn bodies of the war in it’s own attire 
Trying keep alive a dream that weeps.
Dreams of the dead must have ways to-conspire
Keep us from going back to peaceful sleep again.
Now we men dream of world peace within an dome,
Any major change in my sleep, is just spin,
For peace, not war! nor death! Just a home!
~
Steve L. Siegel
January 22, 2013


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War

*note* I can't exactly remember when I wrote this...sometime in elementary. But my teacher really liked it. I had no idea why he would be so excited about a depressing poem about war. Anyway, this is all from memory so I might have left some lines out here and there. 
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War is bad, there is nothing to give
Would you choose to die or would you choose to live?
Everything filled with dark violence,
People screaming - then silence
The kind of silence that makes happiness die
Death can be simple, is it worth a try?
Gazing through the backyard of your life,
Think of the suffering, think of the strife
Wounded soldiers that grasp your heart
Think of the victims in that grim death cart
Make the best for your family and you
Think of your life, and your future too


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I'm a Muslim I'm not a Terrorist

I am a Muslim, I’m not a “terrorist”.
How can I be a terrorist
when I’m against all kinds of injustice.

I’m against every act of sin and evil.
I hate all kinds of crime and even loathe
what Adolf did to the innocent Jewish people.

I hate what God hates; He (Allah) hates oppression.
I’m against stealing, against taking away
people’s loved ones and belongings for no reason.

I’m against suicide bombings,
against racism, against ignorance,
against self-harm and even derision.

What God hates I hate and God (Allah) hates
oppression. I hate it too when people fight
for foolish nationalistic reasons.

I’m a Muslim; I follow the true religion
of mercy from Allah the Most Merciful
Who simply wants us to answer His Call
to believe in Just One -Just One God of all.

So don’t call me a “terrorist” when I clearly
don’t have a ‘mass destruction’ weapon
and my goal in life is to
be with our God (Allah) in Heaven.


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STORM COMING African tribal violence

Storm coming, madam
Me-- I’m going up country-- 
Lay low and stay sweet*


*stay sweet--stay alive



Victoria Anderson-Throop
Nairobi, Kenya
November 26, 2012


Note: Political unrest near Nairobi, Kenya due to election strategies. Polish nun told me that she was warned by a local moonshine runner to hide. Too late. She was pistol whipped by local police who wanted more protection money. Didn’t get the money (it was a free clinic, so nurses had no money) Police beat the nurse/nuns and absconded with the very rare and precious AIDS meds to sell to the hospitals.Free AIDS clinic was forced to close.(Kenyan government does not have free health care for the poor)   Nuns are recovering then being transferred to other clinics. Three went back to Europe forced into early medical retirement due to permanent injuries sustained by police and/looters. The care program(education and/or placement) for the children whose parents were AIDS patients is gone. Children have taken to the streets in desperation.  Count your blessings.


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The Victory in Defeat

There’s always a victory, no matter the outcome
For the victory in defeat is where character’s from
Some, see it differently, but me I particularly, 
Would much rather be, the kind that takes lightly, the curves
Thrown by life, throughout the day and the nights
Whether its dark of its light, I keep my pride
My dignity, justified, but still inside, there’s a war raging
On the outside, things are moving feelings constantly changing
The choices we are facing, make us stronger by the minute
The decisions that we make are lead by the internal spirit
You feel it and believe it, no matter what if may say
Guiding our hearts through the hardships of each day
Forever there’s anger, but through the spirit, it slowly fades away
And makes happiness stay, unexpectedly, the joy strays
And again, the anger replays
Despite war and anger, the spirit is strong
The very thing that keeps us holding on
Holding tight, the character if unfolds
The pride defeat brings, loud and so bold


Details | Rhyme | |

The Tin Man

They said he had no heart at all.
They said he felt no pain.
The stone-faced man just gave the facts.
No feelings would he feign.

He talked of floods and accidents.
He spoke of deadly quakes.
There were reports of surgeries.
He spoke of bites from snakes.

But then one day a war broke out.
It was one of the worst.
The man that was most seasoned.
He would report it first.

And so the tin man was sent out.
Across the world he flew.
He would report of countries torn.
A place where hatred grew.

Day and night, the two sides fought.
The massacre was brutal.
Leaders said they saw no hope.
They said the talks were futile.

One night the man reported late.
The sun was going down.
The light was still enough to see.
The story done in town.

The bullets came from everywhere.
Small fires raged around.
The camera man had focused in.
It seemed there was no sound.

The little girl had stumbled out. 
She could have been his own.
Her face had blood, her skin was torn.
The building had been blown.

The girl appeared as in a daze.
But still their eyes did meet.
Amidst the terror all around.
She walked across the street.

She looked just like an angel.
Her dress was burnt and torn.
She held her hands out to the man.
Her face was so forlorn.

Not more than thirty feet away.
His eyes fixed on the girl’s.
A bullet flew and she went down.
The blood had drenched her curls.

The man just stood in silence.
Like time had stopped in space.
The tin man’s heart had melted.
And tears streamed down his face.

They said he never was the same.
The damage pierced his soul.
They said that you could almost see.
How the bullet made a hole.


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What People Were and What People Are

People were
Many things.
Strange or not

People were
Different and
Odd and fun.

People were
Monsters but…
That’s not all

People were
And still are
Strange and odd.

People are
People. For
life is life. 

Yet not.
Not is lies.
Truth seeps from

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

But somehow
Lies prevail.
Lies are life.

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

Lies are truth.
Yet somehow.
Truth prevails.

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

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

Lies will die.
Lies will cease.
Nevermore.

Truth will live.
Truth will be.
Forever.


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Leave me with my dreams

Leave me with my dreams.

Leave me with my dreams
Cause I’m a dreaming fellow
Leave me here a pondering
With mind all calm and mellow
Picturing a better world
Where evil is no more
Let me dream of the harmony
Of a world all free of war.

It might never happen
Sometimes it seems to me
That a tadpole has more chance
Of swimming in the deep blue sea
But let me dream about it
It makes my heart feel warm
Let me dream of a world at peace
And this it be the norm.

Leave me with my dreaming
Of peace and harmony
Where God will rest within each heart
And a perfect world will be
Where everywhere becomes a space
Of sweetest liberty.

Leave me with my dreams
Maybe they’ll seep into you
Then peace and harmony might reign
In everything you do
I guess that someone has to dream
For something to be born
So if more folk did get to dreaming
There might be a brand new dawn.


Details | Ballad | |

Deadman Wonderland

Now that you're becoming Undone It's time to have some fun In Deadman Wonderland Khoon Tu Kao Khoon Tu Kao Khoon Tu Kao The setting Red Sun of Kali Shows it's time for your life to Pay We are the Kind to be feared -your friends We look like anyone you see Thuggee--Death's Devotees Face our treachery Bhowanee we must please She needs more--we have found our mark, our mark Won't you be the one to save humanity? Can't you see this is Deadman Wonderland Khoon Tu Kao Khoon Tu Kao Khoon Tu Kao Sacrifice! For The Black-Skinned Queen Sacrifice! For Our Mother Kali Sacrifice! It's Not Enough Sacrifice! No Mercy! This is Deadman Wonderland Deadman Wonderland This is Deadman Wonderland Deadman Wonderland


Details | Free verse | |

Lake Bed Refractions

Others think my hair
      wild,            untamed, 
             needing a coif
when all about me the wind
       rustles 
              through the fallen leaves…
red on gold, 
               stamped brown, 
                                         ethereal...
substance once there, 
                                         gone
like soup 
                           cooked for hours
to fight the chill, 
                       tang of parsnip…
that’s the visible crop, 
                                   bushy froth
while beneath soil,               
                              fight
the war 
              for a strand or lock or two
of my being...
              heart untied from children
hands freed 
                   to tap or zizzle a bow
across strings
      what a jumble it all is
after the clean
                       prepped 
                                     pampered
soul is emptied
                    scraped down to metal
my hair  
                        unwound into myself 
              swelling 
                        as if a clogged pore 
and I’m wondering...
                   is there is any
                         who know 
how I look 
                                          undressed.


Details | Bio | |

Try Walking In My Shoes

You'll only collapse and fall and tear your knees open,
Shut your mouth, you cant even imagine what hell I've broken.
Blood leaking from my head everyday only makes me lose my mind,
You wouldn't even survive a minuet in my shoes if you were on my grind.

You say you know everything about me and how to live your own life, 
but face it tho, every night your left alone sitting with a knife.
I defeated that part in life where i have to do something for someone,
walking around with my "Ex Wife" as if it were my gun.

So please stop talking like you know what you got your self into,
cause if i were you i would open my eyes and pray that I'm not true. 
So here it is, if you want to walk a bit in these shoes of mine, go ahead, 
But I can promise you only one thing, in the end you'll end up Dead.


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Bloody Observance

We fight this war as enemies
Yet if we threw away are weapons
We could be the best of friends
We would never know

We fight on impulse
With a fear of slaughter and pain
We came face to face
We did not speak
Only our fears fought  

I now stand above you
Then kneel and close your eyes
I have killed you
I search your pockets and find a photograph
It’s of your mother, wife and children
It’s wet
I look closely and see tears 
Streaming from their eyes
I fall and weep in victory

We were only boys 
Who wanted to laugh and play
And stay alive
Only boys


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THE VETERAN

There have been times in our land
When our nation has had to take a stand.

It first began at Bunker's Hill
Where so many men were then killed.

All through that war with the British King
Men here in America were fighting and dying.

They were the first "Veterans" of the US,
When duty calls, there was always a surplus.

Always men of courage it takes it seems
Like those with Jackson at New Orleans.

There were "Veterans" who fought both South and North
When the country was split, her sons poured forth.

Healing those wounds would take some time
But in the end it came in line.

Of course no one remembers the row with Spain
Where America sent her men once again.

The "War to End All Wars" was more than a saying
As loved ones and sweethearts were left home praying.

Oh, Chateau Thierry, the Argonne, Belleau Wood and more
Are now in our history as battles of that war.

Then came the biggest war of all
When the world went crazy in '39's Fall.

Our "Veterans" were there too,
In Africa, Europe, and the Katmandu.

From Casablanca and Casserein on Africa's shore,
To Sicily, Anzio, Normandy, and the Bastogne's of that war.

The Pacific saw its share of death and hell
From the first bombs at Pearl Harbor to Gaudalcanal.

Many "Veterans" died at Iwo Jima, Saipan, Okinawa too,
They shed their blood for me and you.

After the end, we thought we might have some order,
Until the Communists in Korea crossed the border.

The Vietnam era was one of upheaval and race,
Some "Veterans" coming home even received a spit in the face.

For their part the "Veterans" were not to blame,
And for our country, it was a time of shame.

Dessert Storm and Dessert Shield put them in the MidEast
Where terror reigns with sate for a feast.

Yet, the soldier, sailor, or airman know,
If his country calls, he must go.

They follow the traditions of other "Veterans" you see,
They put their lives on the line for both you and me.

To the ones who have worn our country's uniform I say
"Thank You, Veteran", we should honor you with more than one day!


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A Battle Begins

With promise of death clad in amour of respect in proud strides I reach the dust in distant shadow through the stadium doorway my wife silently engulfed ______________________________ Amy's Choka Contest


Details | Free verse | |

New Age Chemical Warfare

Memory, oh sweet memory, 
Lost in dizziness, but found.
Excite my brain to joyfulness.
Pain is sometimes lethal.

Memory loss is just one warning sign of this war.
Add to that: headaches, depression, oh, the mental pain.
Numbness, insomnia, heart palpations, and more, begin slowly.
From whence comes your sweet deception?
My bones ache and I cannot breath in life's memory.
Lost in my own fantasy with dizziness.
Imagining a chemical warfare against the masses.
Common folks like you and me but subjugated peons.
Mushy brains found among the young and innocent thin.
Excite my brain with your pondering, my muse.
To you, I owe this mysterious inkling.
A powerful infiltration, a plan concocted by the enemy.
Chemical warfare on the home front, disguised as pleasure.
Marketed among the unsuspecting –

Aspertine is thy name oh great deceiver
In the name of sweetness, mental acuity dies.
Freely given to the soldiers in Desert Storm, diet soda! 
The Plan: Conquer a great nation from within.
Infiltrate every aspect of life in a well-laid plan.
Thus, food and drink may lead to a nation's folly.
Slowly slipping away our freedom to be US. 
Quietly.  Unobtrusively.  Ingeniously.  Irreversibly!
Joyfulness, visit me; remove this pain for it is great.

Chemical warfare kills.
Sometimes, we close our eyes.
But we must not.
Lest it becomes lethal to our free nation –

© March 17, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Et cetera Free Poetry 
Sponsor:  Debbie Guzzi

RELATED LINK: http://articles.mercola.com/sites/articles/archive/2011/11/06/aspartame-
most-dangerous-substance-added-to-food.aspx



Details | Free verse | |

Not My Battle to Fight

There is a battle,
one that I tried to fight within.
I told God I loved him,
listened to His word,
always tried to apply it to my world,
but I always tried had this inner battle,
my war to fight.

It tore me up inside,
the war ravaged my organs,
each day I felt the need to die,
the battle was too hard to continue on,
I fell down on my knees,
I was never strong enough
to keep fighting each day.

I surrendered to the enemy,
said I can't take it anymore.
The battle was lost,
I just wasn't able to stand any longer,
the war was making me go crazy within.
I became a wanted slave to the enemy.
I fell deeply into his ways.

I sat chained to the wall,
a prisoner of my inner war,
but the battle was no longer going on.
I accepted my fate,
I would be there many years,
the battle was lost by me won by them.
I gave into this lie.

Something new came in one day,
a light overtook the dark cell I sat in,
it was too bright for me to truly perceive.
The chains fell off of me.
I fought for a bit,
yelled that I couldn't survive the battle again,
and heard a fierce whisper...

the battle wasn't mine to win.

As I sit back today,
I know there is still a battle,
it surrounds me each day.
But I crouch down behind the tree,
He is fighting for me.
I see Him look back on me,
his eyes smiling at me.

I hear his voice deep in my heart,
this battle was never yours to be fought.
Trust and believe,
step back,
let me take control,
I am stronger than you,
This battle is won by me.


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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.



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The Alternate Story

With every word, with every phrase,
You breathe, you come alive,
A tale of truth, mapped with reality,
Or a dream unlived for which you thrive,
You live through what is written,
Or you choose to hold your pens,
It doesn’t matter how it ends,
Because it’s the end where it all begins,

Broken hour glasses of the War,
Acting as the mirror to see through the past,
The good is victorious, and is glorified,
And evil is evil, because in the battle they did not last,
With their blood, is inked the war diary,
So winner takes it all, and is called as ‘good’, hence,
As it doesn’t matter how the war ends,
Because it’s the end where it all begins

And then there is Romeo, falling in love
And Juliet waiting for him in the Balcony,
They kill Romeo, and justify the murder,
But love is charged for an unforgivable felony,
Died, the felons leave the stage,
But love lives irrespective of the skins
As it doesn’t matter how the life ends,
Because it’s the end where it all begins

You pose the king of you story,
Or in their game, you are just a pawn,
Your story is written in this moment,
Larger than life; this moment is never gone,
So when they bury you as a ‘Sinner’,
Be the phoenix to rise from your sins,
As it doesn’t matter how the Story ends,
Because it’s the end where it all begins


Details | Rhyme | |

Love is a Shotgun

Bang...Bang...
Not the gun
sounds of hearts
engaged in battle
not having fun

Shells litter the ground
love is a hidden treasure
packed with ammunition
better off not found

Love is war
relationship gunfight
loaded with fools
smoking barrels
blinded eyesight

Love is never done
Love bleeds loud
Love will run
Love will kill 
Love is a shotgun


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

"Friends Are The Best Enemy"

Don't justify my behaviors, point them as you always do, why do you keep on with this lie
if a paper stop you a year ago? Get along with us, is not like you gonna die, stop
pretending a life never had, i can make sure you die now, not hate either love, i just
play by the law of your anarchy, pathetic, don't lie anymore, you spit hate with flames, i
could feel that warm feeling on my face when you spited on me, insult? Not taken from you,
i know how much of a pig you can be, i see how much you do for money, i see your well
being become a parasite, a monster, remember when we were young and fought alongside me to
protect the child's on the city? How we held guns on war for the flag? Now look at this,
blood every were, we want to kill each other, why? After so many tears we shed together
when our comrade died in front of us, blood, after so many nights posted with blazing guns
on hands, blood, after the broken family we lived on we just fell apart like fool's, like
idiots we fight, for blood! Im sick of it, we were friends, we were thick and thin, we had
a life as partners, as comrades, as leaders, you made ashes, i did too, let you go inside
that room and kill them all, i should have killed you when i had the chance, when i had my
gun pointed at your head, but good old times stop my pull of the trigger, i could have
stop you, now we have this mess, you are a rogue man, i am the hunter, not for the flag,
but for my collection of heads, you run from me and keep on putting messages same way, you
won't stop, the collection of heads you and I build  together, now gone! Then i will kill
you! You deserve this hell after killing 34 children on their sleep, never opening eyes
again, this is why i want to kill you ex-friend.

Remember when you told me years ago... You were happy we ran from that war zone, you told
me we survive and we should spread the word, you said you wanted to change a piece of the
world, you said we were friends, now... After long 17 years, we fight each other, like we
fought back to back, so I put my gun on your fore head, hope you pull the trigger...

- POEM TO MOTIVATE POET'S TO WRITE THEIR HEARTS INTO THEIR STYLES -


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building my stolen empire out of loose ends: CRIME OF THE CENTURY

was this tortured victoms ground zero a lie?
were his 17 sites of an obsessive world peace nature proof in the pudding?
were the forgetfulintentions of poetrypoem helpful at all?
the life lesson of ressurecting three literary saviours and then slaughter them
how many witnesses
to this technicolor dream there to keep you living?

can you prove me wrong
that i just averted the holocaust?
was the confusion of this necisary?

from the homeless shelter starting over

the realisation of how many cities have already cried
not televised of their tears
the world sick with war

many affected in their own ways for their perceptions of a life they lived


Deadlocked
back stab society
deadlocked
crime of the century
deadlocked

the story of a stolen empire
whoever they were
were going to bomb my city
whoever they are
have been torturing people
whoever they were
are going to lie through their teeth

deadlocked with confusion
sucked in with terrorism
and spit out as a peace keeper
sucked in with good intentions to aid survivors of tragedy and war
spit out as person with a soul

deadlocked
the crime of the century
classic con or not
the mixing pot society
that almost died
the mystery unravelling of me your allie
and you working for me
to kill worldly enemies
to play the game to get me laid
called keeping miserable happy

all the way from youtube's imcallingjapan
to an x tube music video
all the way from the governments of facebook

the pancake sting of the satanic community
walking circles downtown clapping chanting pancakes
family and friends waiting acting like strangers
someone starts making fun of this person
he yells you hate sex
family and friends start clappping and chat sex sex sex
then give a stranger a high five
and walk away under cover again

deadlocked earth
i have taken over this planet
its a thing
like the way to kill warpigs if they take over the police
called rap
to color code an ambush
you cant coordinate
but i can

the crime of the century of saving your life
yeah thats my empire of loose ends
the ones that changed your life
the ones that fit in the manners of me taking over the world

those 80 families with million dollar paintings
with poems assisting futuristic intelligence on the back
deadlocked
back stab society

i just took over the planet
like the porn industries game of hug all over the mediapope of twitter


Details | Senryu | |

Dark Light

                    War is a dark light
                we fight for others to live
                     ignited by words


Details | Didactic | |

Misdirection

Here as I wander through this vast and sometimes unsympathetic world, with those who claim to be more civilized than they that walk with their backs to the sun…yet they fight amongst each other and reek havoc and rage war and shed each others blood over trivial matters like the color of each others skin or the way in which you should worship our God! They don’t even love each other as they should as the word of God so commanded them to do! They even rage war inside their own homes…sons against their fathers, they are each filled with hate and malice towards each other...for a status of dominations, which matters not in death but only to the here and now, which passes like the speed of light. They are vain and self absorbed inside of a world in which they have each created with delusions of grandeur and deceit. No true love for each other yet they claim to be supreme beings above all others? Animals don’t kill just for the thrill or just because they can, they do it only to survive and because sometimes they are in fear. But we do it out of self satisfaction or just because we can…take heed my brothers and sisters all is not good and what appears to be good is not, for it is far more important to love and submit to each and other than to stand as sole king or queen on hill were no one else lives or comes…somehow our good intent to become more better than the animals has turned into some type of misdirection on why we are really here? Love can't be misdirected, it can only be not given or received.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Petty Posh-WahZee - Liberation and Ostentation



The Petty Posh-Wahzee - Liberation & Ostentation


The Not-So Distant Past:

The fallen fighters for freedom, are unable to turn in their graves,
their battered, fragmented bones, mixed with a handful of torn rags,
are all that remain, a mute reminder of their selfless valiant sacrifice.

They endured brutal Apartheid harassment, detentions without trial,
torture in the cells, and mental anguish when loved ones disappeared,
they left their homeland, to continue the struggle against racial bigotry,
while countless others fought the scourge of white-minority rule at home.

Nelson Mandela and many, many others, spent their lives imprisoned,
on islands of stone, and on islands of the cruellest torture, yet they stood,
never bowing, never scraping, they stood, firm for ideals for which they were prepared to die,

and many, many comrades did die, at the hands of the callous oppressor,
and many, many comrades perished in distant lands, torn from their homes,
while the struggle continued, for decades, soaked in blood, in tears, in pain.


The Present:

19 years have passed, since freedom was secured at the highest of prices,
delivering unto us, this present, a gift of emancipation from servitude,

a freedom to walk this land, head held high, no longer second-class citizens,
in the land of our ancestors, whose voices we hear and need to heed today.

I do not care much for fashion, Lewis-Fit-On and Sleeves unSt.-Moron,
yet the ostentation that I witness baffles even my unsophisticated palate,

our ancestors' plaintive whispers are being dismissed, left unheeded, as
we browse the aisles for more and more, always for more and yet more.

Asphyxiated by the excess of the Petty Posh-Wahzee, we find ourselves,
perched precariously on the edge, of a dissolution of all that is humane,

babies go hungry, wives are battered, our elders left in hospitals for hours,
I cringe as I scribble these words, perhaps too sanctimonious and preachy,

yet I know, deep in the marrow of my brittle bones, I know, I know, I know,
this tree of freedom planted by the nameless daughters and sons of Africa,

needs to be shielded, nurtured, protected from our very own baser impulses,
so that the precious tree of freedom, may bear the fruit that may feed us all,

for if not, then we are doomed, to tip over, and into the yawning abyss, we shall fall.








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An Amulet of Peace

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
An AR16 rifle in my hands….
Seemed like such a paradox,
In the paddies and jungles of Vietnam.

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
A man’s life was in my hands….
That life was not only mine,
While trying to survive in Vietnam.

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
Hoping for guidance by God’s hand….
Ignore our sin, keep us alive and safe,
While fighting in Vietnam.

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
My duffel bag in my hand….
After 13 months, I was going home,
No more to fight in Vietnam.

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
An Honorable Discharge in my hand….
Only to be spat upon, called ‘baby killer’,
By ‘peaceniks’ against the war in Vietnam.

An amulet of peace no longer hung ‘round my neck,
The challenge of a new life was at hand….
Found love, happiness and some success,
And tried not to think of Vietnam.

Again, that same amulet of peace hangs ‘round my neck;
And I hope my friends all understand….
I want our courageous young men and women
Out of Iraq and Afghanistan.


Details | Verse | |

Through A Prison Glass

You came unexpectedly, and i was surprised,
you smiled and placed your hand on the glass and cried.
I leaned my head against the glass and told you i am sorry,
i whisper through the phone line, ill start a new story.

You knew i was innocent but you still didn't believe me,
the only person i thought that would stay by my side but you couldn't be. 
Mom standing by your side and not wanting to talk,
i got really upset that you came at all cause i didn't want to see you walk. 

I needed you, when i was in need,
i was there for you when ever you didn't want to bleed.
I loved you and i cherished you with all my heart,
but before you left your words hit me like a really sharp dart.

You said i failed you,
you cried to me and i knew it was true.
But i needed you to understand me,
but you went your way and upset me.

The glass is now empty and i cant find you even with the fact that I'm out,
i tell you i love you but all you do is shout. 
I've lost you for good this time, 
so i think i have to do one more crime. 


Details | Verse | |

A HERO FOR YOU

If there's a chance, 
Can we have this dance?

I will take a life's race, 
will you come with me to face?

Tears flowered to my eyes,
save my soul,
will you do?

Don't tremble or fumble, 
as I touch your lips
Yet express joy, 
as I joke and play on gyst

Hero, that I want to be for you
Crashing all your hurts and pains

Be by your side, forever be
Vowing to be only yours, 
Only yours...

But would you consider me?
Will you take me as well?

A lie 
Never ever will you tell
"Only us", that you will swear?


by
olive_eloi
1:38 pm
03/18/2014

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"Supernatural power we humans don't possess, yet with our own way we can be heroes even for a day.... "

by 
olive_eloi


Details | Verse | |

Armageddon Pt 1

It's bout to get worse
It was written in the verse
The truth hurts
ARMAGEDDON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED

When the time comes
No one's gonna hold up a sign
saying it's time to "get right"
It's gone come like a thief in the night!
Blowin' up and wreckin ish!
The war you want is the war you gone get
It was written before our time
We keep looking at the signs
manifest before our very eyes
constantly denying our right
to be one of the meek ones of our time
ARMAGEDDEON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED

We're at the end of what used to be existence
Every super power will answer to a higher power 
so pray repentence
The time is closer than any distance
From Washington to Obama
No one will escape the wrath!
Hope you choose the right path!
Narrow is the gate of the righteous tracks
that are imprented on the mind of the omnipotent one
Will you be spared life on earth with the meek ones
and accurately take in knowledge of his son?
OR will you perish in the dust
never to be awakened again?
No consciousness of sin
ARMAGEDDON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED!

It's in the verses
Read it, see it, live it, rehearse it
You see the times changing
You see the minds fading
You see the world and how messed up it is
You see that nigga satan and his curses!
I pray to have a chance to live a beautiful paradise on earth like it say in the verses!
ARMAGEDDON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED

YOU HAVE OFFICIALLY BEEN WARNED


Details | Sonnet | |

from slopes to brines


She waited on the skyline, bloom and thorn
accordment of their oaths and thoughts at night
annealed recited entity - vows sworn
- the brave ascended to the Halls of light.

War-bullet traveled through the frozen air
companion loved - his stare embraced the ferns
- the laurel and the sage ascribed his fair
the stalwart chose the path of moon and ernes.

Dim lantern's flame her thought - on peaks beseech
ornate the winds surpass the granite plate
denounced the corteges and oaths to breach,
her highness steps, adorned demise, third fate.

And in the mists when winds bemoan in pines
their solemn words will fly from slopes to brines.

© G.V. 06-05-2013


Details | Epic | |

Ocean Sky book in progress

Flying airships battling in the open sky,
 the sailors trying to save their own lives, 
and all the panoplies of war revealed in broad daylight
 unto the human psyche.

The cosmos composed wholly of oceans with no dry soil in sight
 contains many micro planetary islands that glide
 in the sky's atmosphere where men created their different ways of life. 
Herdsmen hunted on the island's green fields and forests.
Soldiers worked in their iron workshops.Crystalline lakes displayed nature's beauty. Many a gorgeous a creature of nature they captured in their nets.

Stratigos,a hunter, also loved to fish in the clear streams abundant with eels. His dear friends followed him throughout the biome, witnessing many wonderful sights
such as tigers,trees,eagles and pollinating bees, the lioness giving suckle to her young,and many a mythical creature that defies explanation."
Raised he was in a quaint village,in whose verdant plains he played with all his pals.His female friends gathered many rainbow-colored flowers by whose sight and smell were made ecstatic.

Upon a certain day,a flying chimera snatched his friend Mike with its aquiline talons that tear apart its prey.The lion-like chimera with an eagle head concealed him in his cavern hideout,unseen by human eyes.
He analyzed his body and psyche to see what was worthy to eat. In despair Mike's cries for help resounded through the cavern walls.He heard his own echo.

From afar his friends were dashing to his aid through the dense vegetation with thorns drawing upon their blood. Red it was, stained upon their drapery.
They complained not at their pain for their aim was to aid their endangered friend.

Stratigos exclaimed;
With Mike in danger,
surely we must not fail him,
For friendly fidelity
Faces us with the task
of his salvation.

Alina replied
Through the mud and sun that scorches our way
We must pick a path and dash as fast as trotting stallions
for our cause is noble and pure,
so Therefore let us not be wasteful with our pace.

And they arrived upon a green moss covered road that drove Them to a grotto surrounding the creature's cavern.


Details | Senryu | |

Memorial Day

worn headstone place a flag in honor memorial day


Details | Couplet | |

This Place We Once Called Home

Barren, desolate, this place we once called home It's where so many wonders lived, and so many roamed But all it takes is some, to determine their madly thoughts Invitingly we enter their world, where us innocent are caught How brave of them they are, to think of who they've become Abusing man made creations, the continuation of their gun How ignorant they must be, surely they have family and friends But they buck the trend of life, purely driven round their bend What could have gone through their thoughts, once the button was pressed Were there flashbacks back to their past, were they even stressed Did they ever imagine, skin melting from skeletal shapes Where once stood a person, a dusting shadow the wind now takes Landmarks in their city of life, flattened in crumbled dust lie For once the button was pressed, you would barely hear a cry Rivers, lakes and streams, became steam filled released pressure cookers Yet the decision to press the button, in depths hidden were the lookers We are now barren and desolate, this place we once called home There is no point in looking, no one can be found, even with a fine toothed comb http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-20.php


Details | Free verse | |

Light To Dark

You think you’ve gone just far enough,

I could smile knowing you’ve gone far enough that you can’t go back again

You think you were careful but,

I’ve caught a glimpse of your true, wretched form

You think you can find a way into my good graces

I’ve seen what you are, monsters with a friendly costume

You can’t deceive me anymore and, I don’t consort with serpents

You think I’m a game to be played but, trust me, you could never win

Don’t underestimate me

You think I’m a joke but, trust me you won’t be laughing

You think I’m just talking myself up but, trust me, you’re the ones going down

My eyes took too long to adjust

Better late than never

It may take a monster to know one but, I promise my teeth are sharper than yours

My first reaction to the hideous revelation that was your form was to weep

Fall to my knees, maybe even wretch my heart from my chest and onto the carpet

Then I thought about the mess it would make

I decided the only blood that will spill, will be your own

I was not weak, but I had a weakness

A heart of soft gold stitched to my sleeve with care

No longer

Now my heart is a stone so heavy

I could kill at least two birds at once 

Being the nice guy is a thing of the past 

Thanks for freeing me of that softness

You thought I was all sunshine and delicate things

When really I had just been swallowing razor blades

Now that sun is setting and I hope you see it was you who were wrong

Can you feel my darkness coming, because it’s eager to hold you

If you thought I was the one who would just stand still or turn to run

Your gonna be the one with tired feet

I’m not sad anymore

Just sick with the plague of your lies

Contagious, and I’m looking for someone to kiss

Even angels can make themselves wicked

When we do, we take no prisoners

Still think I’m a game

This one is just beginning


Details | Acrostic | |

TALE

T he story of two brothers who fought for their country,

A ll wars did they fight with valour to victory,

L ife did give them honour and ranks,

E nd of the day life gave them only sorrows and regrets.

A~D


Details | Pantoum | |

The constant struggle, Living with the ribbon

 A fight between life and death;
 Each day could be the last in the fight against the disease.
 Carcinoma,Leukemia,Sarcoma; The three of Many classifications of the disease, and
 The signs don’t always appear soon enough.

  	Each day could be the last in the fight against the disease.
 The Three Cases: die in a blink of an eye, slowly die, or beat the disease;
 The signs don’t always appear soon enough.
 The feeling of slipping away each day even more than yesterday.

 	The Three Cases:  die in a blink of an eye, slowly die, or beat the disease.
The wish to beat the disease, and
The feeling of slipping away each day even more than yesterday.
The wait for the results; Is it gone or here to stay? Is this the last day?

	 The wish to beat the disease,
Carcinoma,Leukemia,Sarcoma; The three of Many classifications of the Disease.
The wait for the results; Is it gone or here to stay? Is this the last day?
A fight between life and death...


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Tonight, we have won

“You’re brave, you know
              …staying here with me in this brightly lit world
full of people with dark hearts.” 
 
"I don’t know if I’m brave." 
" but I’m not scared of dying either, 
because I never felt alive until I found you
                  …and the only reason this place is bright, is because of you.”
 
“The bombs flash, and light up my eyes, and you look into them deeper,
because we’re afraid. We’re clinging to life; using each other. Aren’t we?” 
"I am using you. I’m using your eyes as beacons, to find my way back to camp, your heart to calm the rhythm of my own; and find sleep in the chilling silence of my brother’s screams. He’s still out there, you know? His eyes were still open when we ran, I can’t believe I left him. I can’t believe he’s gone.." 
 
"You didn’t leave him, they took him. You would never leave anyone. You never left me, even when I told you to. Begged you not to follow me here…This wasn’t even your, nor your brother’s war." 
 
"Your war, is my war Angel…and my brother, he fell for the cause, or maybe he just wanted to protect me. I should have protected him!!" 
 
"Hush.."
 
"Listen to my heart Samuel, feel it. We’re alive. We’re together. Tonight, we have won." 
 
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.


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Genocide

Onto others, is hate, being given,
for no reason, with nothing, that they, have done.
Just because, they are, easily there, 
for blame, to be placed, on each, and everyone.

Then lives, soon after, are never spared,
from hearts, so cold; of love, they then deny.
Becoming unable, to see, the hearts, of all people,
as they, are ready, to cause, a people, to die.

Million bodies of death, lay upon, the ground,
while the rest, of them, go run and hide.
The world should defend, and try to then mend,
and not pretend, people yet, have not died.


Details | Couplet | |

Democrats vs Republicans

Democrats vs. Republicans
Where oh where to begin
If one takes a dive into their lives you would see how one side  always wins
For the red light is on, and times have certainly changed
We live in a world that is selfish and becoming more deranged
A house divided cannot stand
America is in fragmented pieces but they don’t understand
Words are cheap when actions lie
I vote for the man who’s in the sky
For he never changes and he really cares
Not these greedy politicians who point and stare
America is about the people who work hard in this life
Yet all our government seems to do is feed on weakness and strife
I am pro restoration,
And anti-abomination
I am pro family unity,
Not superficial comments spoken into our hurting community
A bitter game
It’s such a shame
It’s time for us to give America back its glorious fame
Speak with conviction
Hold up our youth
Burn all the lies and tell them the truth
There’s a generation that’s growing on welfare and government loans
Independence is being broken down by control that is clearly shown
A father fracture has intruded
Many hearts and minds are polluted
Do they care about restoring the family unit as a whole?
Or are they leeches sucking out all our young people’s souls
Purity has been banned
As they raise up sworn hands
I can see the coiling snakes
Oh dear America we have made a terrible mistake
What really matters has been perverse
Like a woman under a tragic curse
Vote for vitality
Not the pagan’s visions of immorality
Vote for untainted officials
Not for men who can’t control their own missiles
Restore the innocence to our children in our music and on TV
Someone be the voice stating that in bondage how can you call yourself free
Another chance,   might be our last
Look to the leaders of Americas past,
Discern their virtue and read their soul
Then you will know which way you should go
Take the blinders and finally see
That we are being held captive to a rise of insanity
While we still got power take a missive stand,
Our land was blessed because of the convictions of man.

By: Sabina Nicole
Written: For such a time as this


Details | Couplet | |

Ode To Billy

Young Billy was a soldier in the War Between the States; 
And scars of war made Billy feel a victim of the fates. 
He fought for Mr. Lincoln and the preservation creed 
Yet saw too many dying and he saw too many bleed. 

Now Billy knew the dreams of war so vivid every night, 
Were dreams of almost everyone who'd caught that bloody fight. 
The war he fought sought righteousness which he believed was true 
But never understood how North and South could split in two. 

His parents died of fever while he fought in Tennessee, 
A fact he didn't know until the North claimed victory. 
His papa, wise and sullen like the Irish Sea he knew, 
Had come to this America with dreams to start anew. 

Young Billy hoped his mama knew he'd made it through the war 
For she had shed no salted tears when he marched off before - 
But mothers bury very deep such pain within their soul 
So only God could touch her there and try to make her whole. 

Now both were gone along with wisdoms they could gently share 
To help him lift conflicted pain no man should have to bear. 
He prayed that Father Dave back home in Dublin had been right - 
A man can speak with loved ones in the starlight of the night. 

The things of life one covets can be lost to history, 
Including soldiers buried by the war's ferocity. 
He cried out loud in anger at the God he once adored: 
"Why did You leave me all alone my precious, precious Lord? 

What grave offense did I commence before Your loving eyes?" 
Though God was silent in repose great clouds then cleared the skies 
And Billy's father softly spoke and made the two as one 
With words of wisdom's calming balm to heal his broken son. 

"The wisdom of this world are pearls wrapped snug in crystal rain 
Proclaiming life will never end but just begin again." 


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I Have The Evil of You

I have the evil of you
Caught in my hands, entangled
Like the arabesques of Eden's vines
Just like paradise, but why should shame remain
Singeing like immolation of Peter's Inferno
These reddish-purple chains convolute myself
as the grapples shoot out from the clouds
both below, above me
The self-lovelust propelling 
You did this - these plagues
You drag me down - to your cage
Cadaver Vampire - I am your slave



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Blood Wars

(Chance Operations)

Twenty long contemptuous years;
A myriad of monarchies 
Bargained wickedly …
Bloody warriors ~
In crimson swells;
Soured proprietary wealth…




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Warrior's Soul

Her warrior’s soul has seen
A hundred wars
Lost in stalemate with no resolution.
A hundred lies
Shroud the truth and honour persecution.
.
Her warrior’s soul has heard
So many torments
Suffered by the weak, with hope extracted.
So many children
Cry in hunger while the world’s distracted,
 
Her warrior soul has fought
A thousand foes
Who fail to honour truth or pay the price.
A thousand causes
Raised to stem the flow of sacrifice
 
Her warrior’s soul has walked
Too many miles
She seeks the shadowed mist to pass the helm.
Too many lives
The spirits call her to the blessed realm.
 
Her warrior’s soul will hold
A single star
To guide her to the path that calls her fate.
A single wish
To see this world reborn and free of hate.


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Hates' Jungle

Running through flowers in the glen,
Curly hair and golden skin shining,
Beauty  in the sun, fleeing maiden.
Gunshot sounds in the distance blasting.

A new dawn dying to begin.
Her mother lost behind her ... found.
Black ... bound and beaten by madmen.
But Bea ran faster than the hound.

War Between the States had begun.
Her hope soaring like an eagle,
Freedom glaring in the bright sun.
Brightened her way through hates' jungle.


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The General's Speech

A young man watched open-mouthed, As he listened to the general's speech. Who spoke of pinnacles of bravery, That only a fearless man could reach. The young man was given a uniform, And a rifle placed into his hand. He proudly stood on the ship's deck, As it sailed to a foreign land. Lying in a trench covered in mud, He waited anxiously for the call. Thinking about going over the top, Where he would see the enemy fall. At last the captain gave the order, ‘Righto chaps do your best.’ The young man ran but 20 yards, Heedless of shells hitting his chest. His memories spilled onto the ground, Where his comrades were not far behind. They trampled his short life underfoot, Lost in the earth never to be found. The young man was laid beneath the grass, Where he used to run and play. On his old school's roll of honour board, Was added another young man’s name. A young man watched open-mouthed, As he listened to the general's speech.


Details | I do not know? | |

My Lai Masscre

I, mister, I'm 
Alive, alive.
...Alive.

Cut my limbs off
Let me bleed,
Bleed.. Bleed,
Bleed the pain.
Out.

My... My Lai Masscre,
Cut my limbs off,
Screw me senseless 
screw me dead.

My Lai Masscre.
I'm alive.
My..
Lai Masscre.

March 16th 1968
Vietnam.


Details | Kyrielle | |

Not in God's Name

Protestant, Catholic, Mormon, Jew – 

I understand your point of view.

If you can’t mine – well, that’s a shame.

No “holy” war is in God’s name.

 

Islam means “peace”.  We all want that.

Meet the Quakers.  Be friends and chat.

Buddhist, Hindu – we’re all the same.

No “holy” war is in God’s name.

 

Jehovah’s Witness to a Sikh:

Sisters and brothers, let us speak.

It’s not a case of placing blame.

No “holy” war is in God’s name.

 

“An ye harm none, do as ye will.”

The Wiccan Rede, we must fulfill.

Let peace on Earth become our aim.

No “holy” war is in God’s name. 


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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**


Details | I do not know? | |

For Bruce Springsteen

for bruce springsteen...


it was a rain-swept monsoon day

way back then, so many moons away

when i felt the music strumming in my veins

setting me free like a runaway horse without any reins

you sang of simple truths, 

your verse spoke to people just like me

in my lonely, wasted, and desolately quiet night

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

'bobby jean' spoke to me

of that girl down the street

glimpses of whom, we as innocents would furtively meet

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

led me down further roads of thunder

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

and never to surrender

to the hard-luck dreams that were born to run

while i danced in the dark 

with memories vivid and stark

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

and then a 'human touch' came along

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

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

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

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

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

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

working on a highway of scattered ideals

and absolving myself by sprinkling some coins in a waiting cup

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

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

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

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


Details | Cinquain | |

Girls-bees

Girls-bees
dancing "hora"
in honey heavens`dream ,
while many soldiers try to win, 
the rain. 


 


Details | I do not know? | |

teens life in Oakland

*A assignment was due in class. *

Every time a gun shoots
A tree looses its roots
Every time there is bloodshed
Along with it millions of tears are shed
Every time a heart is stabbed
Someone else’s life gets barren
As violence grows
Many more mothers moan
The sounds of destruction
Overpowers the voice of those
Who are innocent
Who suffer with no reason
Who beg for life
Who have heart full of innocence

Why do so much violence?
That the child’s cry cannot be heard
When his father is killed
Why do so much violence?
That a mother moans
Over her child’s dead remains
Why do so much violence
For winning any stupid battle
Which is taking lives
Of people who have wives
And mothers and children

When you can keep calm
Talk things out
Do whatever you can
To keep violence out
Because there is no sin as big as
VIOLENCE


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Never Look Away


                                                                                      Armistice day, 2012.
                               Never Look Away

Remember, remember,
11th November,
No more gunpowder,
Gas screaming rot.

Remember this day,
Never again,
And tomorrow those who fell we forgot.

Remember, remember, remember.


                              David Nickle Read   


Details | I do not know? | |

Hidden Tears

Hidden Tears...

I gave you my life
Set aside my pride
Gave you all I had
Crying tears inside
Knowing the wrong doing

Never knew,(were)
Never knew, (how)
All I could say,
Is why

I respected you
I admired you
I loved you

Why all the lies
Why did you break the glass
Spill water all over
Start bomb fires
Causing my tears

I was number one
As you say
You lost me
Tor me apart
Took my blood
Needle and thread melted
Can't put me in one

For tigers and bears
I have no fear
I cooked you a meal
Told you to stay still

Relax and enjoy your day
Even let you go your way
I showed my life
Wanting a kiss
Wanting a touch
Wanting love
I wanted it from you

You took it, somewhere else
Kissing her
Touching her
Made love to her

Then gave me her touch
Played your games
In so many years
Yet I forgave
Not once
Twice

I let you stay
I respected you
Loved you
Only you

My body yours
My mind yours
My love yours

You took your advantage and threw 
it away
Causing doctor and nurses to heal 
my bruises
For your lies and mistakes

Now listen to this
Stay far, far away
I don't want you to stay
Don't tell me sorry
Leave songs on my phone
Send flowers to my home
Understand your pride
But, don't come my way
I'm not here to stay
You wasted enough of my time

Good-bye

D.L.V


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Life

Life is living 
But then again it’s not
Because living goes on
Stop breathing
Life stop

Picture this if you may
To help you understand
How a person lives forever
After creating a man

Life is a path
That can go many ways
The roads are cloudy battle fields
With soldiers in a daze

Some are chosen
Some say {f_ck it} {bluff it}
While some give up
and cries tears by the bucket

Life is a tough road
But we can all get to the end 
And go on living;
Loved, Remembered, and as a great friend

So soldier march on
The further less dazed
The further the march
The greater the praise

So climb the mountain 
Swim the ocean,
Sometimes don’t look back
Because some soldiers
In the battlefield
Just don’t know how to act

But some should be saved
Because on this road you’ve bled
But only if he’s bleeding
Still crawling ahead

Then pass the sword
And forget your graze
Because the more soldiers to the end
Insure better days


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To Repeat a Dream

Alas, after waiting several years
The pain has stopped and so have the tears
Thanks to senators and other military sources
I can once again be in the U.S. Armed Forces

What started as a nightmare has finally changed
My life has suddenly been rearranged
It took so much patience and what little I had
Was used for a fight, which at first had gone bad

Some of us have tried to do our part
And many were discharged and it broke their heart
But after four years of fighting the “Never’s” and “No’s”
I will be back at sea, going where ever the wind blows

I tried three times to get in the Army
But the rejection I got was somewhat alarming
We are in the middle of a war, why not say, “Yes”?
Instead of shutting me down and my having my cries suppressed

Not only will I be a much higher rate
I will have more responsibility piled up on my plate
This path will put me on the bridge, not the deck
Where I can look from afar to make sure the ship is in ‘spec’

To serve this country is a man’s greatest honor
To follow the footsteps of my dad and grandfather
For I will never shun someone for going to war
Although it hurts those at home whose hearts will be sore

Make every attempt to make it better for us
It is your support and love that we truly can trust
Believe in the soldiers and sailors overseas
Your love and support will grant us all ease


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Vital

Replay
I see your face
The memories we share
Underneath that starlit sky 
When you were still here
Before we muttered goodbye
Replay
I feel those butterflies
That mixture of emotion pulsing through my veins
The feeling of suffocating
Just from saying your name
Recap my favorite images again and again
Your face so perfect 
Your brown eyes burning
The sweet way you were smirking
The way you blend 
Congruence between you and me 
The imminent euphoria
Found within “us” and “we”
Every fiber of my being longs to be with you
When you kissed my lips 
My necessity for you was recognized 
I choose suspension
If it takes a century
Never will I find
What you mean to me
Replay 
Driving away
Fighting the repressive
Dealing with my feelings for you
My panicked objective
Feeling the sting in my voice before I left
As I said goodbye and I will miss you with regret
Repeat
We have been distanced
And yet we are so close
Every second of the day is when I feel you the most
They can send you over seas 
They can make me afraid
That you won’t return
They can play with my pain
They can puncture my heart piece by piece
You see they are cutting a hole
But they will never possess the capability
 Of draining my Soul. 


Details | Epic | |

Bite

The garden of eden contains the fruits of nature and being one with all its residents. But as evolution triumphs, we move closer to self destruction.
By going forward we are essentially moving backwards.
Stop
I dont want live on this planet anymore
Jumping from the stratosphere
Down
Pluto
Cold
We cant run from time
and our time will come
Taking lives easier than appreciating 
The Fall of nature
Autmn
Winter
.....................
Apple


- Adam


Details | Senryu | |

' Lord Alfred Tennyson ...' (Classical-Tribute) 62nd Senryu

‘ Lord Alfred Tennyson … ’ (Classical-Tribute)  62nd  Senryu



       Tennyson Thundered
‘ The Charge Of The Light Brigade ’
      Salutes … Six-Hundred


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the truman theory

Beauty tells the story 
Of days we were younger
Come join the famine
Lose someone
Beneath the sands
At the Tip of your toes
A touch of the gods
Join the war
And lose someone 

Bridges
They mend
The things that god 
Cannot touch
Rivers
They separate
The stenches
That man 
cannot rid of

Join the war 
Lose someone
Among the worst
mercenary’s 
Those of us
Who were careless
of wanted whispers
Join the war
And lose someone

Come join the war
Won’t you lose someone
Morning breaks 
Come join the war
The warming phase
Alarming as days
Join the war 
Lose someone

“The important part is the suffering, 
death is just the part that eventually 
happens.”


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Ashes to Ashes

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

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

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

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

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


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Hurry Home

My dear,
As I'm lying on your pillow here

I pray for God to watch over you each night
And help guide you through your daily plights

I can hear sounds of wispiring winds
And see through window's pane a mighty stars spin

Just knowing your battling on foreign soil
Over someone else's turmoils

Makes me just love you that much more
But please hurry home hun to finish your own dam choirs

                                          Love 
                                                Kat
                                                Meowwwww LOL



Tribute To Our Troops And Loved Ones
Hurry Home
God Bless U.S.A.

Also Entry For Brian Strand's 
My Dear Contest


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Fear no more



                              
                                        When I see the eyes ...tear
                                    Of somebody I could never ...bear
                                        To forget about it and move on
                                      While others happy and ...cheered
                                           That principle in me is ...rare
                                     I have looked into the eyes of ...fear
                                      And made them tears...Who dare!!!
                                                 A good way to say:


                                                "An eye for an eye"


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All we want is to be famous, no matter what we are famous for, we will do it

Everyone seems happy
Everyone loves to entertain 
Everyone wants to be famous
But will you make it in this world

Pick Me Pick Me yea
im the best shot youve got
pick me pick me yea
Im nothing but a snob

A little entertainment on tv
Where you watch your kids die
The commercial reads 
Need more volunteers to get shot

Pick Me Pick Me yea
Im the best shot youve got
pick me pick me yea
please select me im hot

"It just goes to show 
that all we care about 
is getting famous
nomatter what we have to do 
we will do it
just to get noticed"

Pick Me Pick Me yea
Im the best shot youve got
pick me pick me yea
im being someone im not

Die die die die with me
because im famous now
Die die die die with me
because i want to be noticed

Pick Me Pick Me yea
Im the best shot youve got
pick me pick me yea
everyone is hollow

Pick me Pick me Yea 


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A Rational Explanation

What must I do to see this through-
Unlock the world I never knew? 
For all I've seen hath been untrue,
As all I've felt hath plagued me, too!
I am no more, past Deaths before 
I've reached the end of Living War-
(To see through eyes both blind and closed)
A life to touch, but never know...


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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


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A Resolution for This time

A Resolution for This Time
(Based on Eccl. 3:1-15)
©2011 C. Brent Cloyd

I long to see the beauty of my time
Hear music from eternal bells that chime
Enjoy earth, till this good life I sever
Look toward heaven that last forever

I’ll grasp my part in each life occasion 
Banish thoughts and deeds of ill persuasion
Accept God’s design for each life season
Submit that I need not know His reason

I will celebrate life so wondrous born
Understand that death is not always scorn
Propagate goodness and wholeness in life
And uproot that which causes pain and strife

I’ll concede it’s sometimes proper to kill
But until convinced I’ll promote goodwill
Useless things I will tear down and destroy
Then plan to build, and work efforts deploy

I will comfort the hearts of those forlorn
Together find God’s healing as we mourn
Dare to dream, love, have hope, and take a chance
Embrace the moment, laugh, and learn to dance

I’ll speak with passion, let pieces scatter
Gather the fragments, avoid the chatter
Engage opinions, proceed with a shrug
When acceptable, open arms and hug

For things of value I’ll search at great cost
When searching is exhausted count it lost
When usefulness has ended, throw away
But don’t allow important things to stray

Now is the time to tear some things apart
Then with care I’ll mend and make a new start
Learn the lesson that silence is golden
Of words fitly said men are beholden

I pledge to hate what is cruel and unjust
Teach that kindness and fairness are a must
In war, anger and malice find release
But I’ll use my voice to encourage peace

Yesteryear’s events once again will be
To measure their success we wait and see
God’s deeds are good, lasting and without flaw
Of Him and His works I will gaze in awe.


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Broken Heart Warfare

So full of hurt
Heart Stomped in the dirt
But I'll get up
I'll brush off my skirt

Paste a smile on my face
Get back in the race

My fake laugh I'll embrace
While so alone in this place
I'll fake my sweet grace
Tie my hair up in lace

Hope no one will care 
To see past my fake stare
Because I can not bare
To explain my despair 

No I don't need your prayer
Nor your disapproving glare

My sadness will wear
Life's just so unfair
Breaking dear hearts
Like illegal warfare

While my insides repair
I'll just brush this long hair
Fake smile blank stare

Should pull me through
This broken heart warfare.

<3 Kaleelynn


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Look Around You

Look around you
The world is already at an end
When the Mayans said that the world was going to end
They didn't mean a world destroyed by flare, quake, or salvation
But rather a world full of broken relation
That possibly, it wasn't a literal interpretation
But a figurative analysis of this falling nation
Are we not all the same people, the same human
But we'd rather live a life divided
A life divided by the color of our skin  
What is war but greed to keep the amount of money left for our kin
Life is no longer cherished
The earth used for our own experiments until its resources perished
Genocide, assassinations, and murder supported for a "better cause"
Who are we to judge the abominations of others when there is flaw in our own laws
We continue to redefine what is socially accepted
Making a gateway for divorce, abortion, and legal prostitution
Rather than fixing what has been so psychologically rooted into the minds of this generation
We look to cover up past mistakes with a newly corrupted translation  
Girls look for sex because of a lack of love from their fathers
Society tells boys to make use of this advantage 
Treat girls as objects rather than human beings with emotions
And we later ask ourselves
How did these boys and girls ever become such bad parents
Our government shouts democracy
But isn't that really just a cover up to keep us appeased
It's most convenient when the majority stays quiet 
Because only those in power can say that this earth's a heaven
To the majority, this earth is already a hell
The human race is so arrogant
Believing that they are the most superior in this world
That they can live without the mercy of God who should be in control
Look around you
The world is already at an end


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a problem a agenda issue

Antique and aging wonder, 
creating problems question to be solved  or answer

Passion of discussion and lowering standard to accept, 
 that which is becoming of issue, 
a final result or conclusion of a problem.

Why barring in stiff conflict we resure the true agenda, 
a list or problems of things to consider to get done.

so we sit down day to day in cities or block or zones, 
as we watch situation like time laps with in those zones. like circumstances trying to fit into a perfect square, how can we reword it, 
must be life or something similar?   

Stuff and ball like a chorus and chart like false obligation barring for the truth, 
the words of prejudice come to throne...

price of lights and switchs, , 
like a belly field of ants grown on the switch and enrudite to the enrich of the crops, 
and for what
 the right to vote.

disconnection & decoding nor felt the strain of the real struggle of after math but just complain and struggle.

This three words of: problem, issue, agenda could lead to all out war or all out solution of welfare

At the end the day i like to think of my self as socialist but coming from the dark side of the moon, 
 who could say what part of the barn are you from or is that fresh meat you wait on, 

so all i can say is have a nice day, 
as life go on
we sit around and waiting and debated
what is becoming a growing feud, 
whats going on my young brothers....


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Only One Man

One life at a time...
One struggle too long...
One decision gone wrong,
and whole countries takes the toll..
War people cry! and the riots go out..
To the thought that one man made,
and the rest follow suit in arms..
It's not political to shed blood over feuds of power..
It's not humane to cause pain to those already suffering the empty hearts of their leaders...
War has no reason, no point, no end...
Guns are a tool for violence, and peace cannot ever come from them...
To fight for freedom is human nature, and a country in the line of fire will fight for
theirs... 
The politician who calls war, is the war himself... 
They are the beginning of war.. The power seekers... The status mongerers... 
Politicians are the reason countries go to war... 
There is nothing else...
But one man against a country...
He is the reason.
... and he is only one man.


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Situations

It's a complicated situation that I'm facing.
Between broken dreams and death planning conversations.
Constantly asking myself why I feel out of Gods hands into the arms of satin.
Praying for life after death but deep down questioning continuation.
I weary from all the back stabbing and sins and it mostly generates from my
family and friends.
Please lord tell me will this pain every end.
Can I ever walk with you and make Amen’s?
Cause only you can ever know where my soul really been.
The devils getting closer and he is coming in the forms of many men.
I hate to say it but I opened up the doors and let them in.
They pass me the weed and beer to through off my concentration.
Go to job interviews the next day say words but don't know the pronunciation.
By DNA have a father but mentally there is no relation.
It's sad to say it's darker by the day.
It took two buildings to fall before the nation united and prayed.
After the fact Mr. Bush send eighteen year old to Iraq to be living in their last days.
These are my situations





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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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Hollow Shell

I am a ghost, drifting aimlessly from place to place.

All will power is sucked out of me, like a black hole in my soul.

My two cents are worth nothing in this world.

I am merely hidden behind a mask,

Dodging this never-ending path of fun house mirrors.


The mental battle is relentless,

Creating illusions that deep down I know aren’t true.

A sham, a mock of my former self.

He is the force clutching me tightly,

Ceasing me from all aspects of reality.

He is anorexia.


Compared to him, I am weak.

I am worth nothing.

I resist his force to no avail,

Only to stumble and crumble once again.
 

Pointing fingers does no good.

Trust me, I’ve tried.

But no one is to blame.

Not family, not society, not myself.


Yet each day is a new beginning.

An opportunity to change.

An opportunity to prosper.

Along with an opportunity to fail and give in.


He is charismatic, 

Telling me I am helpless without him.

I trusted him, but no longer.
 
No longer will I obey.

No longer will I be defeated.

No longer will I surrender to his selfish commands.


When he presses me to give up,

Ambition cries, “Keep fighting.”

I struggle to my feet,

Longing for closure.


I fall short again,

Knowing if I strive to achieve,

I will.

Knowing if I aim to succeed,

I will.

Knowing if I risk failure, it could happen.

Yet without attempt, there is no prosperity.


I will not give in.

I will not back down.

I will not lose.

I will escape this war triumphant,

No matter the cost.


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Captain John Francis Dailey, Jr

His sister said to Johnny
“You’re going to go to war
The draft board called your number
They’ll be knocking on your door”
Johnny said “I don’t like marching
And I’ve never loved the sea
That only leaves one option
It’s the Army Air Corps for me”
So he dropped out of his college
And joined the Army Air Corps
He learned to be a pilot
And then he went to war
He was not a fighter pilot
He didn’t fly a jet
He piloted the transports
The biggest you could get
He was flying in the South Seas
When he met an Army nurse
Then something clicked inside him
It was love right from the first
They had to wait the war out
Till the Army nurse went home
They married in her hometown
Then the Air Corps made them roam
In October then of forty-six
They had themselves a daughter
In the Panama Canal Zone
Then he’s flying off over water
Then they lived in Puerto Rico
Where they had themselves a son
September then of forty-eight
They were proud of what they’d done
When they moved to Massachusetts
Johnny’s hometown state
He transferred to the Reserves
Still flying that airfreight
They had another daughter
January – Nineteen-fifty
They were settled into a quiet life
Till Korea got too shifty
Johnny said “I am a pilot
And I was born to fly
I’m going back to full time service
I belong up in the sky”
So he’s back up in his transports
In missions he did live
He said “I’ll do what I must do
And I’ll give all I can give”
In July of nineteen-fifty-one
Another daughter’s born
Then Johnny’s off and flying
His heartstrings all but torn
Then October of that same year
On a quiet home bound flight
Out among the Azores
His plane dropped out of sight
No activity in the area
No SOS last call
He said “I see the Azores”
That was it – that’s all
Despite a massive air search
The biggest one to date
Not a piece of plane or personnel
Nothing known yet of their fate
They searched the sea for weeks and weeks
The airwaves – this and that
He left behind a loving wife
Four kids, a dog, a cat.


Captain John Francis Dailey, Jr. USAF (1918-1951)
It was 60 years ago this October that we lost our Dad.  We never really got to know him but miss him just the same.

Mdailey	10/15/11


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Memories Of A Hero

Imagine a rainbow with no colours
the sun looking grey instead of bright,
each day filled with memories of faces
and colours only show up at night.

You go to sleep surrounded by friends
but death is all you see when you awake,
frightened, tired, hungary and exhausted
you've had about as much as you can take.

Your orders are to stay alert and moving
forget the devastation that you saw,
keep your mind focused on the enemy
and try to stay alive through this war.

If you survive you will be a hero
but never forget those you lost,
you will keep reliving the memories of war
and all the human lives that it cost.


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We Came Upon A Clearing

We came upon a clearing as we all started to choke
Our eyes hurting, painful, us soldier serving blokes

Pieces of black floated, sporadic burning embers passed
Hazed buildings we could see through the trees, chimneys a fast

A stench captured our senses, nothing like this war has before
As we progressed through this something, my heart skips to sore

Beyond the barbed wire fences, deadening cries filter all around
And then I see skeletal beings, it's they who make those sounds

Emaciated to thin, I've killed men before my eyes
Women, men, and children so young, it's like watching the walking die

Through the gates we go, human carcasses piled so high
The hardened in us tremble, and many of us start to cry

The strong that we meet, hold our hands and welcome us so
Leading us into some buildings, we entered, they wouldn't go

On entering we now understand, their unwillingness to follow we
It beggars belief, mans inhumanity to man, that allows this kin to grieve

Furnaces still roaring, burning bodies consumed by their heat
Do I image they were alive or dead to meet this ghastly greet

We enter another building, witnessing piles of shoes and suitcases
I've seen many a sight in this war, but never a sight such as this

The strength of me now exhausted, in wretch I'm sickened to disgust
It's plain and clear, so evident that I've witnessed murdering lust

To the air I wanting go, for their memory I'll never forget
And for the rumours that these places existed, for some will they regret








http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-8.php


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when i close my eyes

When i close my eyes i see peace,in my mind,not war.
when i close my eyes  i see the hope and joy that could have been.
when i close my eyes.i see love and unity between people of different raceses.
when i close my eyes.i see myself flying above the mountains looking down,
through the eyes of an Eagle. and as i am flying i can see the sea and iam still
looking through the eyes of an Eagle.when i close my eyes.i see the stars above
when i close my eyes i see children happy Not sad.or scared.
i see them playing together not fighting one another.i see no war.
why cant we all close our eyes and see peace and love and hope and joy?not hate.


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A Brave Soldier

In a war torn land

Out in the desert sand

Lies a soldier in wait

Not knowing his fate

He thinks about his home

About this desert land he'd roam

About his life and the freedom he's had

This war and the fighting which makes him sad

It was a job he chose you see

A soldier is what he wanted to be

Until he got to this desert land

Now waiting for the enemy, the other man

Destruction and chaos all around

Gunshot and explosions do resound

He wondered what he got himself in

His nerves seem to be shedding thin

But who would fight if he did not

Who would be posted in this hot spot

His only dream is to survive

Until another brigade arrives

Out  in this barren land

Lying in the desert sand

Whether this war is right or wrong

Lying here, this soldier must stay strong


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Why the Rose Always Cries

Night after night, she sits down and contemplates
In her mind she knows her loss, but still she sits and waits

He, her husband, another statistic he has become
Killed in a far away land, another soldiers blood has run

Day after day she's taken back, to moments they had shared
Carving their names on a tree, showing teenagers cared

Through green fields of pastures new, season after season
At fourteen years old they clicked, love was a reason

Whilst she paces their family home, his steps gone forever
Killed in a far away land, another life now severed

In her time their kids will be told, daddy's never coming home
For the angels have asked him to stay, just to let him roam

Memories of their pasts resonate within her mind
For she knows she'll find no other, for he was one of a kind

Outside the window where she stares, under many seasons skies
She sits down and contemplates, why the Rose always cries









http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss-6.php


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Sweet Love O' Mine

I bought a burger yesterday
It was very dry like the seagull bay
I pilled a lot of ketchup on it
and still dry it remained
I was very dissappointed
as i look at the dry damned thing
I ran to the toilet
and let out a HUGE
BLEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHH
As chunks of the dry burger fell out of my pie hole
Landing into the toilet
Making dookie plop noizes
I'm done


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The Revolt of Romance and the Returned Remedy


We tore out this hell and sank this English ship
We rafted a life till the Americas ran us dry
A sandy engagement, laughter, our world to tip
Our beats, our waves to sounds ugliest cry
In plunged your thunder to our words your stip
To have us quiet, browbeat, safe and nigh 
Old masters married our merriment to desolation
Boys gauged, girls versed, and learned a false elation


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The American Soldier

We are all the colors a Patriot depicts,
the red’s the blues and whites a mix.
We honor the soldier’s creed till death,
protecting our nation with every breath.

Quitting is not an option you’ll see,
for a soldier’s pride and honor succeeds.
A soldier’s mission will always come first,
hungering for freedom with a thriving thirst.

The American Soldier, our warrior of choice,
will serve their people will a victorious voice.
They are comrades in arms, till the very end,
no one left behind, fellow man they’ll tend.

The American Soldier doesn’t accept defeat,
heroically they’ll fight, in the cold and the heat.
They are the guardians of freedom we forget,
the American Soldier does not identify regret.

Our way of life is because of their strength,
for decades they’ve served at every length.
The American Solder conveys honor and pride;
for fallen soldiers, many tears they have cried.

Honor our troops, for freedom is not free –
it’s the American Soldier whose provided liberty.
Take a moment to praise the dedication and pride,
of the American Soldier that never dies…….


Details | Sonnet | |

Only The Strong Will Survive

       ONLY THE STRONG WILL SURVIVE
God gives not peace, it's only dreamt by man,
in all the world ,brought from catastrophe,
all things are made, since time was first began
by things upheaved so new life comes to be.

The weak must fail, be eaten by the strong,
and losers die the death along the way,
so new life grows, even if it is wrong,
there is no time the poor will have to play.

The lion who will lay down with the lamb,
will have a feast before the day is done,
and all the world will never give a damn,
nor care about the giants and their fun.

        The hunter takes his aim and fells the dove
          the weak in life are only dreaming of.


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The Drone

 You use it every day.
 It is a basic part of life now.
 Maybe it’s the flicker of the radio
 Or the buzz of a computer.
 It is used every day to make our lives simpler and less stressful. 
 Is it really helping us though?
 It does make our life simpler
 But is this a downward spiral into emotionless and effortless life?
 A life where instead of real soldiers with real emotions
 are sent to fight,
 A drone controlled by someone at a computer is used to kill innocent civilians. 
 The drone is emotionless.
 No compassion for other beings and no feeling of guilt or regret.
 This is the future,
 an emotionless drone controlled by someone at a computer. 


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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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A Families Goodbye's

When the telegram came I entered another world So many questions with so few answers Why did you have to go on that last tour Thoughts without you, how do I tell our children The morning arrives when our family parts in presence But our love will remain in our hearts and souls We will stand proud amidst the sadness And say our goodbye's at the folding of the flag Heartfelt sympathies grace his memories as we absorb the warmth from family, friends and colleagues The long walk back to the car has me looking over my shoulder, hoping that I'll see you one more time Conversations abound in the periphery, whilst tears interject on this emotional day Through the voices I look one last time, silence I now meet Without you in our lives, we now reside in an empty apartment .


Details | I do not know? | |

For our Father, Nelson Madiba Mandela

For our Father, Nelson 'Madiba' Mandela

you are our eternal inspiration

our hopes
our dreams
our conscience

you gave everything of yourself
so that we may live and love and laugh and dream and breathe the air of freedom, dignity and liberty

you lead us through the darkest days with your unshakeable principles and your belief in us

you brought peace and freedom to us

and when at times we felt all was lost

you stayed with us as a father would

you lent us your wisdom
and you chastised us too

and we are here today because of you
you stayed with us, Nelson Rolihlala 'Madiba' Mandela, through all the crests and valleys of our turbulent times

you stayed with us, father
today, we hope and pray and wish
that you, our father Madiba
stay with us still
stay with us, Madiba
stay with us...


Details | Couplet | |

The Letter

A letter was received from a far-off land, please send us some aid if you possibly can. Our fields are barren, our cattle long gone, our farmers are now soldiers leaving wives at home. Some of our families are homeless, dwellings destroyed, by shells aimed at our villages, which we cannot avoid. Our children are starving; they have no clothes to wear. As for medical supplies, these are very scarce. So please send at once the things we desperately need, food, clothing, and medicine, this we beg and plead. We must thank you for all that you have done, and could you also send more ammo for our guns.


Details | I do not know? | |

Why Should We Live?

Why should we live if we have 
nothing to live for?
Why should we live if we have
nothing to die for?
Why should we live if 
no one cares?
Why should we live if you're
loved by no one?
Why should we live if no
one likes you?
Why should we live if 
no one loves you?

Each day is just a day
Each day is a day closer to death.
What's the point of living?
Some may say none,
Others may say why.
Why should we live?
Tell me and I will think about your answer.


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A Soldier's Heart

Oh sail this ship on holy water
Let storms be gone today
For the voice of life seeks a tender heart
Away from these fields of despair
A soldier needs God to recognise me

This letter of life, this beacon of hope
Pray land on mother’s doorstep
And give my family the hug
That I cannot bring
For this brings peace to me

The hands of the children
Reach out to fathers gone
I pray that they will remember me
For time has made a stranger
In my babies memory
I fear on my return
They will not know me

 And wife you will not see
The handsome man of marriage
For war has made me old
This withered face will tell no stories
So pray do not ask me

My youth has been lost 
In generals words and one more push
And my mind has accepted this slaughter
The man that closed the door of home
Cannot return
 Life will never be the same for me

My words belong to the soldier
Not to my lovers tears
For we compete with the dead
 Epitaphs are our confetti
Littering every street
These once happy bodies 
 Lay in no man’s land 
And they’re pain
Are companions to me?

Their faces call out
“Come join the ranks”
And we who know our fate
Scribble with trembling hand
Will this bombardment never cease?
For fear is all over me

 Concealed behind my pencilled words
 Except from all who share death with me
Lies a truth lost in the darkest night
The darkness that possesses this life
 For war is a father to me.

I am the guardian
Of this decomposing life
Only my corpse can give you the truth
So this letter will stay with me

I will send to you, my beloved wife
Thoughts that will protect your life
I cannot write fancy words
 I am fine and I miss you
Hope you and the kids are well
It’s not so bad here
And with gods will 
This war will return the man
That is me.

 Love Jack.
P S your love will always be with me
Should I die please remember me.
Let me sleep in English soil
For England is my home
Though England will be the death of me




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Life on a sword, death from a lance.

My gut begins to tremble with an angry growing storm,
the sun is blotted out by this,
like a demon taking form.
The rain descends on this my end when crowds begin to chant,
they see two mortals trapped in time,
simply fight they cant.

The blade in hand is struck by his and sends out chills so cold.
He knows his fate is just like mine,
We cling to life and hold,
The mud is thick and rain is too, the waters running deep.
Like lightning quick I land a blow that puts my foe to sleep.

So now the test has run its course, its time to mount my steed,
my legs find peace and rest with him,
alas my hands they bleed.
The wind takes hold of the crowds old song, it leaves me stunned and lone.
This metal case surrounding me 
is a tomb I feel alone.

If Hades were a simple man his life would surely end,
but now this man he wants me dead,
it's Hades son, it's not a friend.
I see his mask as he breaths out smoke, his armor is no tomb,
He wants this done as much as I,
but sends me back my doom.

So here I lay, no tears for me but that of earth and sky
the champion now dismounts his beast
and makes to where I lie.
Bravely fought he says to me, but now your life is mine.
It is a service I've done for you,
your pain and fear is gone from time.


Details | Limerick | |

Flesh vs. Spirit

hunger of the flesh , you must protest !!

Oh' this fleshly disaster , what a mess 

maybe just one more slice..

to much could bring a demise 

deny this flesh , wouldn't want to regress


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Orphan on the Inside

A moment of silence, a breath.
The biggest relief, possibly air.
It's swelling my denatured alleys,
It hardens my lively grains,
Like helium freezing the time
For a weak and abandoned child,
Who regrets and tried to get out of a cage,
That was built by roots
Which are way higher, breathing.


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My Last Plea

Though my eyes are open I cannot see,
I know my name but not who I be.
The sun it shines but I get no light,
Every second of the hour it seems you want to fight.
My love is a river with nowhere to go,
Like a puddle or pond with nowhere to flow.
Trapped and confided I can’t escape these thoughts,
Cursed and ridiculed; is this my fault.
I smile, I love, and I give my all,
But pain and bullsh_t is all I cause,
I’m surrounded...there’s no way out,
By lies and things I know nothing about.
Will you ever stop and present me the chance,
To have your love I worked for
and not be judged by your glance,
Not put down for someone else’s past,
Not acknowledge as the driver of someone else’s crash.
Not as the problem I seem to be,
An unneeded piece to a puzzle complete.
Is there a place that we can one day belong?
A place where this pain and the hurting is gone.
There is; but can we fix it before we get there,
Or do my eyes have to close forever...
before you see how much I care.


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Soldier

It hurts so deep,
And you make me cry,
That maybe back at the station,
That, that was our last goodbye. 

We both know that you're strong,
But we both know the chances,
That things go wrong.

I wait for you,
Wait for your call,
And never get a notice,
That battle,
Was your downfall.

Come back safely,
My Soldier Love,
My Captain,
Come home to safety.

March on home my Captain,
March on my solider love,
Keep you head up high,
And look to him above.


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Why Oh Why

" Why Oh Why "

Why mom and dad why?

Was I destined and born into this life to die
this terrorist war makes many american’s hurt and cry.

our awesome super power america may be going to war
and now I may cease to exist this life no more.

I grew up and finished school with a 3.5
I am so proud to be young and alive.

I am 18 now and so ready for life 
find someone special and make her my wife.

Our current job market and economy is really bad
all of this really makes me mad and so sad.

I joined the army for income stability
and now I must face this ugly reality.

Of fighting a war in a foreign country
and possibly become a statistical casualty.

You see mom, dad, I want to live
I have strong morals, education, lots to give.

I am too young to go to war and maybe die
why mom and dad, Why Oh Why...

Penned By MPK

NOTE: This Poem Won Top Prize In A Major Contest And Is My Gift To All Readers...


Details | Alliteration | |

How Long

How long, how tough 
This world, just war 
Endless war, endless world
Words and world, all about war.

Oh, what's war in this world?
The world's war, not yet in your world?
Wait till your words reveal the war.

I wonder, will this world end its wonders?
 What an irreversible order
It's not our order!
I wonder, when will the order become a past order?
Others wonder "how will a new order be ordered?"
Yes! How long will this order make orders and not our own orders?! 



Details | Light Poetry | |

My Big Brother Is Watching You Too

"My Big Brother" up and down the street
  He could be anyone you meet
  Spying on you from the street
  Looking in from every beat
"My Big Brother" isn't that sweet

"My Big Brother" and I don't know why
  Casting in from above the sky
"My Big Brother" the commie spy
  Listening in do or die
  Bringing his book in
  Taught within
My Big Brother, 1-800-LET-US IN
  Caught with paper and a pen 
All because, "My Big Brother" let himself in


Details | Light Poetry | |

Hurricane sandy

I remember the war in Iraq
Seeing bombs falling from the sky
And parents trying to comfort 
The children who were afraid to die

And I also remember some people
Who had happiness on their face?
As they watch on the news
And enjoy the war that was taking place

And then the long lines for gas
In Iraq that we see on Aljazeera
No one cares because they think
That could never happen in America

But who is in the kitchen 
Will be the ones to feel the heat
And some takes life for granted
That there will always be food to eat

Now I look at hurricane sandy
And the destructions that it has cause
And I’m sure many of those affected
Are those who was happy for the wars

Innocent lives are lost in sandy
And I feel the sorrow in my heart
Some lost everything they have
All I lost is gas for my truck to start

Is this god’s way of saying to all?
Super powers nations of the world
Change your evil ways today
Or more natural disasters will unfold

The people in war torn countries
Their lifes seems to have no meaning
They are being killed for just gathering
Or even if they are having a wedding

I wish i can make it stop now
But my voices are just one
And it hurt me to be so helpless
While all these atrocities go on

So sandy brings pain and emptiness
Like no one believe it could do
To people who think they were immune
From feeling pain and suffering to

Until the day Jesus returns to earth
There will be wars and hurricanes
Tsunamis, typhoons, earth wakes
So till then we humans will keep suffering


Details | Rhyme | |

Nation of death





The death nation
Made  for the fear a new sensation
No words, no talks , no negotiation
Well seeing is believing
Heaven  is our motivation
Yesterday it was asleep
Today nothing is gonna keep
The death nation
Rising above every situation
A nation who loves death , it's not any more a myth


Details | Rhyme | |

A Machine For

I feel no pain I know no fear.

I'm just a tool for war I can't shed no tears.

But is this the life that I'm suppose to live.

They said I can make it if I just believe.

I just want to know which destination is waiting for me.

Will God accept me at the pearly gates or will he rebut me.

Will I be saved or will I burn in hell for all eternity.

I can make it if I believe I'm just a machine trap in this world of slavery.

A machine that was made for war my life is full of misery.

I'm a high tech machine a tool for war my heart is cover with scars.

The pain is tearing me apart why am I part of this ghetto war.

I'm a machine with a soul but yet I have no heart.

The streets is apart of me so death is my art.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

the revolution will be televised

drive-by shootings, domestic violence plus total social anarchy
judges on the take, lawyers on the down-low and police brutality
where is the peace? where is the love? why can't we all get along?
they want to take God out of everything, why can't they see that's what's wrong?
the media is chocked full of atrocities, yet many people seem surprised
that in today's immoral society, the revolution will be televised

the state of the union, the state of the state, and the state of every city
we have global warming, urban sprawl and the mass cross-cutting of trees
nations are starving, the people are dying and genocide is on the up-rise
everyone has a camcorder or cell phone and the revolution can be televised

the rich just get richer, the poor get poorer and there's no longer a middle class
homes in foreclosure, rent is sky-high just how long will this madness last?
the devil is trying to take over everything, yet no one seems to realize
that we are playing right into his hands while the revolution is being televised


Details | Rhyme | |

Detrimental scene

The howling winds, 
The biting frost, 
The happiness here, seems quite lost,
The horrible thugs,
The putrid crime,
It's amazing how we seem too have a good time, 
The natural disasters,
The frightening wars,
How are people contempt when people aren't abiding laws.


Details | Free verse | |

JOURNEY OF JOY---TAILS


. . .... . . when broken memory drowned under chrome of new moon, revered rune fed her hungry joy… cheer nodded on porch door; oh, ounce of hope poured word of good omen… . . . groom gone, mocked by wounded run from enemy bomb, red hydrogen on deep ground: journey of gunpowder fog , ebony… mercy, mercy! he roughed on, he moved on bore robbed order… beyond doggone echo, honored cup of God reborn one more eve… now , bound for home. (a) peaceful tidings to all soldiers who were re-united with their families this holiday season . . . . .. Nikko’s HEADS OR TAILS Contest By nette onclaud


Details | Didactic | |

Silent Conversation Of Two Wounded Soldiers

Motherland
is ruined to ground and I’ve only an hour or less 
to spend my life. 

The enemy of my people, a bit stronger 
and seems happy to have more time 
to live his, stands before me.

I always thought that great Allah 
was with me; I’m a faithful Muslim. He is 
a devoted Christian. I saw him, ere we exchanged 
bullets of anger, intently calling to his 
Father (household name of his so called God)

Now, we’re slaving ourselves, thinking. 

With our guns pointing at each other, 
would he let me live, or would I let him go?  

Ah, what are we goin’ to do with our short 
remaining breath, continue killing each other 
or mend our wounds?

Or, should we still ask the god(s)
to solve these issues at hand?


Details | Rhyme | |

Her Child A Soldier

Her burdened soul, weeps dry tears. 
Longing for the heart of her child. 
A soldier.

Dark treacherous night. 
Hidden plights. 
Sad, saddened life.
Lost again.
Weeping men... Lost sins. 

Forge on, forgiven sights.
And heights.
Quiet stories, unfound glories. 
Oh, the heart of her child.
A soldier.

Dayless sleep, nightless dreams.
Only a man.
Desires arms of peace.
Peace... oh peace, how tragic does it weep.

Hopeful smiles come and pass. 
Again to ravage a life.
Changed.
An invisible cage - holds faith. 
Hope, … anger, … rage, … caged, … at bay.
Visible faces, and unseen places. 
Oh, the truth of her child.
 A soldier.

Her burdened soul, weeps dry tears. 
Longing for the heart of her child... a soldier.


Details | Rhyme | |

Hear These Words

I talk softly to not be heard,
Please God’s ears hear these words.

Be my guardian and watch my day,
Be with me at night and never stray.

The slightest hint of your presence gives me strength;
To hold my head up high to escape life’s stench,
I’m in a nightmare of the world…
I can’t be woken by a pinch.

Monsters are everywhere…some with Angel faces,
Trying hard to steer my tongue…
far away from my Graces.

I talk softly to not be heard,
Please God’s ears hear these words.

I’m like prey…there’s many wolves…they all want a piece,
Speaking loud would cause attention…
And have Evil notice me.
Alone I can’t survive…
I need your love to cover me.

I talk softly to not be heard,
Please God’s ears hear these words.

When you are with me…
I fear no tomorrow;
I can raise my voice to all Pain and Sorrow,
And give thanks to my Lord for the time let borrowed.

Now I feel you with me…I can feel the surge;
I feel the need…I must be heard,
Evil ears must hear these words.

I’m no longer the prey...I will not sit and hide;
I will stand my ground and pull deep from inside,
The power of God and see world's beautiful side.


Details | I do not know? | |

Usary

Usary

Usary on the poor Maybe leagle
but it aint right


Details | Free verse | |

The New God

You're a voyeur at best!
Your vampiric heart beats out of your chest
Ready to consume the final climax
I know who you are - when the lyrics fail to resemble
Letting your poison drip straight from your lips
Portraying, entertaining the image of sex's delusion
You know only rape - manifestation of hate
Lack of the fruit of the beauty of a human mind
Depths you'll never penetrate!

She was only a doll - type of a lost father's adore
Impaled into a desperate whore
Shamefully out of broken safety's  choice 
She bore embryogenesis of morose
May your rusty blades caress as they please

So confront the masses with the halt of embryogenesis
Let the worship of machines be
Leg them construct us cell to cell
Nature's just in the way
Of our race of perfectly engineered machines!
The burden of conception
Surrenders to the will of
The New God
   


Details | Lay | |

Love from within

Once again i am caught in this cage, Just when i thought i'v opened a new page. I fall back right back into the hole i crawled out from, waiting for someone to help me, but no one would come. Laying back in my bunk and looking at the cold wall that is holding your pictures, which is the only thing that makes me smile here, i walk tall, no one messes with me, i have no fear, just dreaming of an ice cold beer. Looking at your eyes, even in the picture makes me weak, translating your face and stopping at your lips makes me wonder how exactly sexy and perfect they are, not like a freak. Molding your face within my mind, never happened, i'm liking this too much so i don't think ill put this to an end. To tell you the truth, if it weren't for you i don't know what i would turn into, but you keep me sane enough to keep myself like a go to. I no that i am very destructive, but its better than being a ghost, and when every one finds out that i am more than a beast, that's when ill boast. You put your trust in me so that i can smile, and now through my demonic teeth i smile and open a new file. You are the one that changed these demonic teeth into something real, it broke my heart out of this prison cage and made me feel. Now that i am out and free, i am deciding on what i want to be. I want to be able to look into your eyes everyday, so would you give me a chance? What do you say?
PS: This is also my prison work. I hope you all readers like it. Don't forget the feed back. Thank you


Details | Rhyme | |

MANIPULATION INTENTION

preying on the weak,
lingering on moments of threats.
malignant with conditions;
troubled impositions,
impossible corrections,
dire solutions.
hidden web of agendas,
more than a fast pace phase.
lying behind masks,
random rat race.
morbid and cruel;
with vague and serious intent,
never really content,
collaborating underhandedness,
with no elaborate weakness,
creeping shiftiness,
just to make a statement,
some sort of scandalous entertainment.
like a ploy of trained murder,
hot to the very extent of malice!


Details | Rhyme | |

Anger

Down beneath the surface, blood boils.
Slowly the gears of anger begin to toil.
The reservoir of hatred opens it's gates.
It will devour these entwined fates.
The cold dagger of jealousy cuts in.
As it rends partnerships, it sins.
Calm and collective fade away.
They are in store for another day.
This cycle it forever is in spin.
It's a deadly game, no one will ever win.


Details | Rhyme | |

Doubt

 Whats the matter love,
You seem to be real stund,
 You didnt think to picture this.
who thought I'd be the one.
 I loved it when you doubted me,
It made me turn so strong.
 What do you see when you look at me.
I see I am the one.
 The one who faught with every step,
to keep my head on straight.
 I pushed and pulled with all my might,
To follow what is right.
 I love when people doubt me.
I't makes me want to fight.
 My mental state is stronger now.
I'll take you on this flight.
 To see your face to see it now, 
Its hardly worth the wait.
 Come face me now you little twit,
I'll show you who is right.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Distant Warrior

I get this wondrous chill as night falls
in mountains or desert sand
and I find myself dreaming about
home, my fondest memory
from this far away land.

I miss the special lady who 
stole my heart, my thoughts
and all there is of me;
and I deeply cherish 
our final moments together.

I think about the children 
I left behind, how I miss them 
and pray they’re  fine -
and it’s hard Lord,
it’s so very hard.

It’s times like this that I wonder
why I volunteered and I
get this knot in my stomach -
then I cringe and find myself 
trying to hold back tears.

Soon the battle will begin
when I’ll hear my own heartbeat
through the creepy sounds 
amidst treacherous mountain sides or
drifting sands and whirling winds.

It’s  time spent in worry,
fear, and some regret
as I encounter my fate
in the war so near
and I must admit, I’m scared.

This stench of war, 
the sight of it all,
it’s that awful image
of how I imagined hell
after Lucifer’s fall.

I wonder to myself,
“Does it have to be
that generations of people 
can’t seem to agree 
to the simple concept of peace?”

Soldiers don’t start wars
but they surely fight them,
making all manner of sacrifice
and I doubt that even once
did a soldier ever like them.”

Then I think of  “Old Glory”
and I’m filled with pride.
It’s a warm patriotic feeling
which overcomes me
from deep down inside.

I’m confused, scared
and battle weary.
I worry about those I love
as I cling to my faith  
and pray to God above.

I’m a distant warrior,
an American fighting man;
not an aspiring hero,
but just a simple soldier 
trying to do the best that I can.


Details | Free verse | |

Everythings changing

you once made me happy
now you only make me cry
You usta listen
now you only scream
why are you doing this to me
We once were a dream
now were a nightmare
why cant I wake up
you use to look at me like I mattered
now you just look the other way
you usta make me feel beautiful
now you make me feel undesirable
why do I feel so ugly
you once turned me on 
but nows the attractions fading
I usta love the sex
but now I cant wait for it to be over
what happened to us
I once thought you loved me
but now im not so sure
why did you make me so insecure
I use to feel safe with you
now im scared to death
why did you lie, you said you'd never hurt me
I once thought you were good for me
but now I know thats not true
why did you change,
what happened to make your personality rearrange
when you would hug me I use to melt
but now it just feels hollow
when you would kiss me I use to feel it
But now I dont feel a thing
why is this happening
Everythings changing and were falling out of love
and I feel is pain and regret
do you feel anything
I wish I never got attached
cause then Ide just be numb
and I wish underneith, 
that I didnt still feel that your the one
everythings changing,
and damage has been done


Details | Free verse | |

Untitled #301 / Wasted time

Wasted time, wasted time
wasted wars and
selfish pride


Details | Quatrain | |

Reflections

Through the window of life I look
To tomorrow, a different day
Thoughts of my husband my love
Lost to wars theatre decay

When I awake every morning
And look at the faces of our kids
When do I tell them their daddy's gone
And lift our lives from this rid

What do I tell them
Every time they hear the door
When they think its their father 
Who won't be coming home anymore

What do I tell myself
When I retire every night
Touching the side where he once lay
The one who held me tight

What do I tell them
When I'm tear laden day to day
What do you tell twins of one year old
When they don't understand what I say

When do I tell myself
That tomorrows a different day
Reflections are left of what could have been
For war has left its say




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-6.php


Details | Ballad | |

State of the nation

This world is getting tougher to survive everyday.
The cost of living is more than my pay.
It's going to get worse that's what the old folks say.
The bad times are here and here to stay.
Just look at the shape of the U.S.A.
we're afraid to let our children go out and play.
Maybe we all need to get on uor knees and pray.

Jobs are getting harder and harder to find.
What I own ain't worth a dime.
Inflation is up and so is crime.
Alot of real good people are in a bind.
Can't even get care when your in your prime.
Most everyone you know have fallen on hard time.
I can't help them out when i'm worried about saving mine.

Career politicians keep sucking us dry.
They tax everything we own and anything we buy.
Most of us blue collars will work till the day we die.
While the rich skate through life and don't have to try.
We all have to stop living this goverment lie.
It's about time we let that eagle fly.
Remember who made this country, it was you and I.

We the people can bring her back, and put this nation back on track.
We made her strong and that's a fact, and
Noone will ever be able to take away that.


Details | Haiku | |

The End contest

Rebellion rises,
Nations shake their fists at God,
Man has turned away.

Wicked plots, destroy
Innocent blood, sacrificed
By earths inferno.

Sinister kingdoms
Produced people made machines,
Mercies cry’s denied.

By: Sabina Nicole
Contest:
Written: 6/11/12


Details | Lyric | |

Death Meets Love

I got trapped in the dark 
the cancer creeps closer towards my heart 
I cant stand the pain that starts

they put a needle in me 
my heart stops beating 
I cant hear my thoughts or what im feeling

everything seems cluttered 
I stand here in a daze 
but your face starts to fade

I start to loose my feeling 
my hands are numb and my toes wont budge
my brain stops working 
little flakes peel off my heart

my heart turns gray 
I cant wait to fly away
in the light I shall go 

somewhere else but my home
where pain meets pleasure and death meets love


Details | Rhyme | |

THE CALL TO DUTY: A SOLDIER'S POEM

I went straight from High school into the service,
I was feeling proud but extremely nervous.
My mother cried with tears of joy,
she said, “I will try to stop referring to you as my little boy.”

I arrived at Basic Training with a bus load of candidates,	
we were greeted quite loudly at the main entry gates. 
The Drill Sergeants called us everything they could think of,
we knew, at least from them, we would receive no love.

We were too young to drink and barely able to vote,
we were all different races, but we were in the same boat.
We had eight weeks to learn how to work as a team,
we started to believe that it was all a bad dream!

We went to bed late but were up before dawn,
we do more before nine is definitely right on!
Basic Training was tough but we all got through it,
things would get worst and we pretty much knew it.

We would be on the front lines as Infantry Soldiers,
there would be a lot of responsibility put on our shoulders.
The first orders we received took us to the Middle East,
our primary mission was to bring about peace.

For the first time in our lives we were in a foreign land,
the things we saw you could never understand.
The precision bombings caused so much destruction,
the whole place looks like it needs reconstruction.

We are under attack on a regular basis,
our so-called enemy is in more and more places.
Perhaps we are acquiring more and more enemies, 
the hate for us here is like an infectious disease.

We were instrumental in removing a terrible dictator,
but the level of danger here has gotten even greater.
Nobody wants to admit that we are in a civil war,
many of us are now on our second or third tour.

I have lost some of my comrades along the way,
we all know the risks and that is all I can say.
We will defend our country from all enemies, foreign and domestic,
we are a force to be reckoned with and we are not to be messed with!

We will win this so-called war on terror,
messing with the United States was their biggest error!
A successful completion of our mission would be a thing of beauty,
we are proud we answered “the call to duty.” 


Details | Verse | |

Judgement Day

Judgement Day

The misconception about this day
Is that it’s just one day
Well today
You’re gonna hear the truth 
Now you can take it or leave it
But this is what I was sent here to do

Following the war of Armageddon
The earth will morn
It will begin the thousand year process
Of being restorn
For those who survive Armageddon
Hope will be your first born

Now let’s not confuse this moment in time
A day is a thousand years in God’s eyes
And if the wages of sin is death
Then that means
He won’t judge you on what you did before you died

So when the scrolls open, 
It doesn’t read your past 
It’s a new requirement that you must obey
So the earth you can reap at last

So no, you won’t be standing in a line
He will judge you on what you choose to do
During that time
It’s like a chance at redemption
A chance to be a part of a perfect condition
You’ll see your dead loved one and 
The past!
You won’t even mention

The earth will be restoring from the years
Of evil and pain
Cleaning out it’s core
Regenerating – becoming exactly like before
And even when witnessing and seeing all this proof
People will still deny divine force
Yes. And the 144,000 will rule as kings
Don’t believe me its in the verses at Revelation 14.


He has delegated this work in progess
Organized in a way you’ve never seen
And if you don’t heed the word
You will be destroyed
And you wont inherit the earth like the meek

So I say this
Get your mind right and you can
Experience bliss
Cause once the blaze is kindled
And he asks you to keep your head bowed low
You better conform
And if not you gon’ miss the boat

Now this day will come
It’s a time you cant prevent
But I can guarantee that no one 
Will suffer eternal torment
Except the Devil, the one He throws in the abyss

There is hope to fill the silence
And there is another chance
That’s why he died for our sins in advance
You’ve been warned now
So make sure you got a solid plan


Details | Couplet | |

Guard down

Outside her home, proudly he stood -
gun in hand, just as any guard would.
Daily, he had to face a heartless war -
protecting the house at which society tore. 

He had built an indestructible barricade,
Outside which he stood for more than a decade. 
He sheltered her home from the many evils of humanity,
He kept her strong, she maintained her sanity. 

No one truly got to know the girl that he protected. 
But after a sleepless week, his duties were neglected. 
In a moment of weakness, the wall fell apart.
The guard shot down, the girl back to the start. 

Vulnerable, she realized the world won't like her with a frown: 
So never again, will she let her guard down.


Details | Free verse | |

The Lie

Lying under oath
With an American pin on their shirts
They wave the US strategy
Dance ‘n Killing and Smiling

They plunder our economy
Using the propaganda to show nothing is wrong
The fox is in their bed to fill the illusion
It’s hiding behind the bush to prevent the truth from showing

And the hounds are on the chase
Get out those guns he yells fight for democracy
With a Sieg Heil under their breath
They emulate what was long ago

Listen closely to their words and phrases
Homeland security is a neo-nazi face
It induces post World War 2 Hitler’s German race
Roves descendents created the cinders of Auschwitz’s

Eugencies are alive and well in hiring questionnaires
They want to know how you think
They want to know how you’d react
They twist your mind to test your reasoning

We need true bloods to defend our way of life
He rally’s the crowds enticing the young
You can come home soon when the job is done
I’m sorry, I don’t have a date 

Because the democrats wont give me the money
to hold Iraq into a prison state. To fund the war  
you see where not invaders were liberators
it just looks the same

I have asked for a simple resolution
An agreement without strings attached
Without an ending date to pull the troops out
Why cant the democrat’s compromise

Why is it they don’t understand?
That our solders are there to defend the American land
To trick and sway
Dictatorship! Through democracy is the only way.


Details | ABC | |

Life

 We are all chess pieces,
in this game we call life,
only trying to move forward,
through all the strife,
jumping on those,
who get in our way,
only pushing forward,
as we play,
be number #1,
we've always been told,
even as our hearts,
grow weary and cold.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Kindness is a Virtue

Who are and who is my friends or acquaintances, confusing everyday
but today I have found my self to walk a path that is not so rough
I became so blinded to have friends that it pains me anyway
They take a simple kindness and think that I am not tough
so by deliberately challenging me to act like nothing happens I grow bold
Wake up you! and all the rest, I have something to say
I don't like this feeling of regret or sorrow so please do not take me cold
as a friend you should know to not take advantage of my kindness in away
A storm is blowing inside my soul burning a hole in it so
lightning is striking in methods unknown for in the distance thunder you hear
Some of the greatest warriors fall with great weapons of bow
antics that slaughters such feebleness as cowardices use an unseen spear
To let one know that your feelings are clear do not hesitate
to do so shows fear and that is one thing that can determine your choice
With kindness in your corner you should easily win and that will be great!
In the end you can hold up a drink with friends and smile and rejoice


Details | I do not know? | |

Happy Mother's Not

Thank you mother,
you birthed me,
you nursed me,
you fed and clothed me.

You loved me,
when seems, the word had loathed me.
I'd not want that love in vain.

However this is not your day.

Thank you mother, 
for your support,
and your optimistic sheen,
it's inspiring
and always has shaped the person whom I am.

But this is not your day.

It belongs to the greeting card companies.

Who've robbed another holiday.

Robbed it of all meaning, 
all substance and heart.
Robbed it of it's very soul.

Deformed it,
corrupted it,
chewed it up and spat it,
till it's obscure meanings long forgot;
faded into history, a mother's not.


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Dedicated to my mother, whom I love. 
Also dedicated to Julia Ward Howe who invented a holiday meant to end war and poverty.  And to 
celebrate all families.  Who died before her dream could ever be realized.

And...to Anne Jarvis who forced through the holiday, hoping to continue Howe's work and end war 
and poverty and create a better world for all,  only to see that dream shattered as Greeting Card 
companies and greedy conglomerates perverted it's ideals to nothing more then lip service 
dedicated to selling cards and candy.

To celebrate some mother's publicly, while other's have their health care raised and their social 
security stolen.  While single mothers have to risk their health and their lives to barely feed their 
children.  

This holiday is an abomination.  It doesn't celebrate motherhood, it degrades it. Women don't need 
to be celebrated nearly as much as they need a good world in which they can better raise their 
children.  A world in which they can feed their children. This holiday is a Mother's Not and so is this 
world.


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!


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Hell To The Grave Part 2

A knife digs into my leg.
 I look down and see my leg turning the same colour as the other’s skin.
Rotting, putrid flesh, spreading its disease up my thigh.
Pain arcs across my chest, spilling into my neck. 
My hands, they’re becoming tentacles as well. 
I can feel my bones shattering, slicing through my skin.

A flash of pain, and I’m on my knees.
My head is splitting from the pain. I can’t even think.
What’s my name?
 Where am I?
 I hear a hoarse voice in the back of my mind.
Give in. Let go. Now.
Unfortunately I don’t have a choice. My mind, it feels crowded.
Something is in my mind. 
“GET IT OUT! GET IT OUT OF MY HEAD!” I scream, deafening myself.
A blood red is creeping across my vision, clouding my view.
More piercing pain, I can feel my back snapping. 
I topple over to my side. My body is convulsing uncontrollably.
Finally, the pain gets the best of me. I can’t take it any longer.
The pressure in my head, consuming my being. 
I attempt one last bravado. 
I cling to one memory. 
The memory of the girl. 
My daughter. 
But soon even she is corrupted. 
The voice, calling to me. Tempting me. Strangling my mind. 

Then, just before I black out, I hear her voice.
Come play with the me. Join us.
The sickly sweet, echoing charm of her morphs into a deep, throaty rumble.

Join me in the grave.
I am the Gravemind.


Details | Personification | |

War Stories

May Day, acid and the National Guard
You tell it so well, you tell it so hard
The dream, the trip and peace rallies you stress
We've heard them before selling war stories for less

Rinding in cars and running in the street
Locked behind bars, afraid of defeat
The dream , the trip and peace rallies you stress
We'ver heard them before selling war stories for less

You've fallen, get up and get out of here
Why risk being buried by the past many years
It's time for a change in you 'Little Boy,'
Pack up your bags, throw out your old toys

Why chance looking back when you're so far ahead
Go hang-up your hang-ups, awaken the dead
For the dream, the trip, and peace rallies you stress
All gone today and, people can care less

The Dream, the Trip and Peace Rallies you stress
Could have helped saved the world but 
our youth failed the test.


Details | I do not know? | |

What Did The Three Legged Dog Say To The Two Legged Cat

What Did The 3 Legged Dog Say To The 2 Legged Cat?

What an amazing thing to see by any eye. Two creatures on there way home, spoke as 
if they were from a war zone.

All though both were missing parts, they had tremendous heart. Cat, what do they call 
you? My friends call me 2 Blue.

Dog, what do they call you? My friends call me 3 paws.  It’s a pleasure to meet you. 
Same here 2Blue.

Are you curious? Everybody I meet seems to be.  Not really 2 Blue. What rights have I, 
to say whose whole?  Looks to me like you have plenty of soul.

Thank you 3 Paws; I would imagine you are quite a dog, with lots of heart and plenty of 
bark.

So, 2 Blue, what’s up? Seen any action lately? Not since the alley fight in 2002, when my 
back was against the wall, and I took a heavy fall.

What about you 3 Paw? What’s your story?  Well, it’s a lone one, but I like to keep it 
short. I was in the dark in 2007,  sniffing like I normally do, when guess who? Right! The 
Rockwilder Brothers jumped me.

While running, I slipped on some ice, and they weren’t nice with there bites

I agree, we all learned our lessons in life.  Something’s are good, and some aren’t so 
nice.

3 Paw, see you around.  2 Blue, I’ll be in town.

Dr. “G”


Details | Free verse | |

Victory

victory was a hope 
never again make war 
never massacre and invade 
never bombard 
always negotiate 
remain pure by peace 
be love forever


Details | Rhyme | |

Mystical Dreams

Hypnotic trances veiled with incomprehensible metaphors, 
epiphanies flooding like colossal waves swallowing the shores, 
drowning in visions of pestilence with bodies devoured by soars, 
decaying remains of humanity covering the floors, 
The DreamCatcher reflecting images of apocalyptic wars, 
projecting the inevitability that everybody just ignores, 
let me show you what it's truly like to open up spiritual doors.


Details | Free verse | |

Afraid to Change to World

I never thought I’d be so afraid
Of change,
and what I’d to to my life,

And others’.

I feel like a revolutionary,
Standing behind the curtains
Afraid to read the speech leading others into battle.

I know they won’t be ready
to hear the cries of pain,
to see the blood of Death itself,
to feel the suffering of hell,
for all the wrong that they have done.

Like the sinner man, 
Afraid to pray
Afraid to be forgiven
Afraid to make another mistake
To dirty his newly cleaned soul

Afraid to change the world
Afraid to make it dark and full of pain
Afraid to change it for the worse.


Collab Poem with Kiki Murdock. (:


Details | Sapphic stanza | |

SAPPHO'S SISTERS

SAPPHO'S SISTERS    Song of Ulysess

is this Sappho to whom i speak
the bride of lesbos with the low forbidden voice
who climbs the rocky mountains’ dangerous  peak?

call in the blue daughters of twilight to rejoice
in the bursting spring. 
war weary are my men--- far from familiar arms of home.

she , obliging, twirls her tantalizing songs and lyre--
lights my camping soldiers with the fire
of her bold call-- vibrates them with darkness of unknown desires
but she, unknown to me, orchestrates a horrid tune of tragedy unforeseen.
sirens of her sisters , assisting, yearn--
ablaze in fragrant beauty unmanly to resist--
the lyre of Sappho spins the tune that turns the doom of noble heads 
the most valiant heroes desert their posts-- slaves to lush open arms that hold them ‘til they burn.



Victoria Anderson Throop ©
(rewrite from 2012)




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the Emperor of Reflections

lost in the war 
searching for
flowers and pollen
across from hell
with a pen and a pad

i hope life is 
as sweet to you 
as your mirror is

playing piano after the war
a melody sewn with scars
in the mist of our journey
we became who we are

from stories of elders 
keys are like feathers
something to sooth your tears
when they become drops of leather

i hope life is 
as sweet to you 
as your mirror is

when time is awake 
how do you wait
my ballad of war 
for all those
who have wronged me

"i don't need your hell"


Details | I do not know? | |

End of war........Dawn of Devolopment

Killing and Bombs and cruelty and pain;

Fighting for a kingdom, but what did they gain?

Look at the terrorists they act insane

Blood was spilt in every nook and lane.

Three decades of blood and thousands of lives,

This war made many women husband-less wives

The kids lost their dads and moms lost their sons

Who were all shot by the enemies guns!

A country with pearls and beauty and all,

The useless war made the economy fall

Now that It's peaceful and all is calm

Let's get together and make Sri Lanka 

THE PEARL OF THE INDIAN OCEAN

Once again....!!!


Details | Lyric | |

A Masterpiece of Wrong

Wear the change, as though I know my mind
Be the same, conditional to time
All a game, only when I find
It’s a post-regretful flaw in my design

In my head, this urgency of truth
All is said, whenever I can prove
Silence fed the silence in my groove
But when I fall into this fall I’m moved

On the ground I place my little pawns
Bordered mounds, the battle rages on
What I found within this hateful song
Is a masterpiece that never could belong

But if war could turn to peace then I would fade
To fight for all I am is all I say
When war becomes the earth then I am strong
But if it fell to naught then I am gone

If I could change this earth then I’d be wrong
Though I’d be right to complicate the song
Without the cause, the cause could not evolve
And without night, the day could not absolve


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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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Peace in a Lifetime of War

Looking in the mirror and I don't like who I see anymore.
Bags under my eyes, a sorry shadow of the man before.
Wonder how I got to this point, when was the fuse lit?
At what point did I give up and finally quit?
And have my soul explode, shrepnel piercing my heart.
Wonder if it's too late to try and make a clean start.
Spent more than my fair share of time on these knees of mine.
Stumble to my feet, walking down a fine line,
Between life and death, stuggling to keep straight
My dreams from reality, legs are tumbling from the weight
Of this burden on my shoulders.
Like Sisyphus, eternally punished to push a boulder
Never to reach the summit, destined only to plummet.
Ironic that just like a king, I fell from grace into this hell.
Feel like it's time to bid this cruel world farewell.
Feel the sleightness in my hand, it all becomes clear.
The helplessness has fled, all that's felt is a single tear.
It didn't have to end this way, have to put an end to the gloom.
A flash of bright light followed by a loud boom.
The thud of a lifeless body tumbling to the floor.
Finally an end to the pain, peace in a lifetime of war.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

My perception of war as an ex soldier

The problem with war is not just confined to the front lines where the battle rages on. A 
single shot can be traced all the way back home. For instance a young man stood on the 
front line takes a single shot to his stomach, the patrol he is on is down one man, it takes two 
pilots and 2 medics to collect the injured solier and take him to a feild hospital, where a team 
fight to save his life. One of the medics, who work on him knows the injured soldier very 
well. He feels distraught working to save the life of his friend. The young soldier's life can not 
be saved and passes away. When the medic telephones home to his loving family he tells 
them of the sad news that his friend has died doing the job he loved.

The family of the deceased war hero get an unsuspected knock on the door which, breaks 
their hearts. One shot of a gun, one round, one family is destroyed, another family feels the 
loss knowing thier loved one fought but couldnt save the life of his friend, and a full company 
of heroes feeling overwhelmed with sadness for thier fallen comrade, and a growing fuel of 
hate for an unforgiving enemy.

This is an example of one hero falling, and what effect it has had on so many peoples lives. 
Imagine the domino effect when over one hundred soldiers have died in one conflict, and 
remember there is two war zones at present, Afghanistan, Iraq and dont forget the peace 
keeping missions.

How many have to die or get left severely injured or disabled before someone stands up and 
says no more?

War is not particular about religion, in most religions murder and hate is forbidden, but when 
a religious man fires his rifle at an enemy, does he say to himself forgive me God for i have 
sinned? War does not care for religion. For all of those who have been in a war, who have 
stood in the heart of a foreign land tight fisted without fear, i commend you for we all fought 
an ageless war against an unforgiving enemy.

Do we all know what we are fighting for, not the lies the politicians bring, i mean the cold 
hard truth about why our government want that far away land. Would you still go and fight? 
All i can say is a few hundred men and women have paid the ultimate sacrifice for what i can 
make is oil, is it really worth it? and how long have this got to go on?

 
   
 
 


Details | ABC | |

I Can't Believe It's Really Over This Time

I really hate this feeling, sometimes I wish I could stop breathing. I don't wanna try, just leave me here to die. You were the thing that made my life living for, but your no longer mine anymore. I feel so much pain, sometimes I believe I'm going insane. I'm missing what we had, although it was bad. I'm always walking down memory lane, why can't you see my pain? I know people change, &&' things get strange. I guess I gotta face it, she's my new replacment. I can't believe it's really over this time, I feel as if i have commited a crime. I live in a world of sorrow, so I don't ever worry about tomorrow. I didn't even have time to cry, because i had already said bye. I feel like I'm digging a deeper whole, so I'm hoping Jesus will take control. I'm sorry for my dumb mistake, but baby now I'm wide awake.


Details | Narrative | |

Breeding the Cull

"Hear me." that’s how it always starts. Some loud mouthed tyrant stepping on the backs of his followers, to throne the salted vigor of his speech.
 
"Hear me!" 
 
"Follow me into this place, unknown maybe, but full of gifts to those willing to take it from the mouth of destiny, I assure you. The FATE that you…Yes YOU have earned with your blood, your sweat, your SACRIFICE! For you have left the bed of your woman, to fight for your country, for your KING! Do you not deserve the respite of hunger, of shelter? Have WE not earned that?”
 
And the crowd’s hungry stomachs tremble beneath the throe of desperate and determined screams both invoked and festered by the name they call KING; who seeks only to grip a longer whip, to reach further than the crown before him. 
 
"Hear me!" "So I may show you the way, to freedom!”
 
The lash of a tongue, is sometimes much stronger than that of a whip..
for it is much more deceiving.
 -James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.


Details | Free verse | |

When Enough is NOT Enough

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

© Eugene Harvey


Details | Rhyme | |

Hey Mr Universe

Hey Mr. Universe

Hey Mr Universe, My Heart is so sad, Has everyone in this world gone mad!
So much destruction all over the nation, Whole countries suffering Death and Starvation.
What has happened to cause all this pain?That people kill for power and gain.

A human life was once a precious gift, But the world’s leaders are causing a rift,
Amongst their own people, amongst their own kin, When will they realise to kill is a sin.
Despair and hunger go hand in hand, What happened to tilling, and feeding by hand,
Not drilling for oil, Or killing for spoil.

Where can it lead? There are people to feed, 
but no! They want power, Don’t they know poor people cower,
Down to extremists, religion, dictators, Where’s all this damage going to take us?

Nature will fight back, she knows she is owed, Floods, earthquakes, tsunamis, Volcanoes ready to explode.
Each country has suffered, but people look away, Some try to help, but sometimes there’s no way.
We all once were brothers, not separate, not others.
Something terrible’s happened for life to be lessened.

Taken for granted, rich people play, Whilst poor people shrink into nothing each day.
What does the future hold for us all? If we ignore all the signals, we’ll all surely fall,
The balance is threatened, so called progression, We worry each day and talk of recession.
Whilst elsewhere it seems there is deliberate ferocity, Killing and maiming just two such atrocity’s.
Dignified people these nations once were, Now only murder and genocide occur,

What must they think of their fellow man, Letting their children die while they can,
Do something to help them, there must be a way, Help us, please help us do something today.
Before Mr. Universe looks down on us all, And tells us and shows us, we’re all going to fall,

The rich and the famous, the mighty, the poor, Will anyone be here after the mighty core,
Has exploded, imploded, and waged its own war, Upon mankind as a whole, the great Gaia takes its toll,
Ferocious anger will be released, no humans able to stop this mighty beast,
Save our people, before it’s too late, Help us to save them and all will abate!  



Details | Free verse | |

My Dream

Lo, I have laid my hopes on this rare Earth,
that all men will know nothing but love and compassion.
Never to know hate or prejudice,
but forever enveloped in the cloak of freedom and peace.
Never to tread on the life giving ground with boots of war,
but to walk barefoot on the sandy beaches and grassy valleys of the mountains. 
Where happiness springs forth from each person’s heart as pure water from a snowy brook,
and washes away any tears of regret.
To finally build that paradise that we have so longed for,
in our hearts, to be share with the world.
May your anger and hate become love,
your jealousy to happiness
and your fears to knowing.
Never to forget that we are all connected,
and we must work together to bring peace and harmony to our world.


Details | I do not know? | |

Sweet Venom

One joyful swig of your ice cold ecstasy
causes electric shivers of the most unique kind
as clear venom trickles blissfully downwards
once again reassuring me soon I’ll feel sublime

Slowly liquid fire burns thru every inch of me
And that sweet heat fills my dark emptiness
My senses are dulling and I’m totally numb
One more hit of ambrosia and I’ll care even less

Losing myself in your ephemeral liquid reprieve
I find temporary peace and solace of the soul
But too soon the bloom of the ambrosia fades
sad emptiness reappears to take its infinite toll

Live in brutal reality or lost in tranquil harmony
Christ, is there even really a choice to make
Just one more sip of fiery liquid amnesia
And the cycle continues with every sip that I take

To drink or not to drink is a daily struggle
The difference between numbness or enormous pain
Yeah, I guess there really is a choice to make
Choose wrong and there will be no me left to save


Details | Sonnet | |

Seasoned

We boomers, as our generation’s called,
have lived through two seasons, considered great,
during which our values were overhauled --
The Summer of Love and Autumn of Hate.
Both brought us together and gave us hope.
In the face of injustice, both were staged --
the first, a celebration with free dope,
the other a tragedy that enraged.
We were innocent in ‘Sixty-Seven;
we saw world violence and were appalled.
Our attitudes changed by Nine-Eleven;
we sought revenge, though we were shocked and galled.
While Winter of War passes, may we find
The Spring of Renewal and peace of mind.


Details | Free verse | |

The Tale of The Dark Night

Warm summers heat rises
 Winters long past and we feel the nights last
 Silver shadows fall on all that stand
 Around midnight you feel a cold cold hand
 
The night everyone dies
 Future generations feel deaths grasp
 Caught with-in deaths cast
 Nights of the dead in a mask
 
There will be nowhere left to hide
 Hand held steady warriors stack
 Tales taught to be turning
 All things left burning
 
Wishing out answers while your learning
 Opening up minds third eye your left yearning
 majestic heroes merging
 Caught by deaths serging
 



Details | I do not know? | |

Firie Gladiator's

Band of the courageous crew,
taming the raging beast within.

Firie gladiators, bestow,
Volunteering battalions,
to the frontlines of waring monsters.
The fire tamer’s rides,
upon their white chariots.

Dressed in golden amour,
to ward off dangerous claws.
Crowned with helmets of valour,
upon their heads.

Selfless acts of bravery,
putting their own lives,
on the line, for others.
Protecting what is not theirs,
before thinking of themselves.

Wielding their liquid swords,
the monster's forced to yield.
Strong brigades take a stand,
holding the monster at bay.

Their worth is more,
than they are paid!


Details | Free verse | |

I am the god of war the bringer of peace

Mastermined racism through religion
in order for world peace
humbled myself , the former god in heaven
to become your homeless king of earth
about to rule my lost empire

The blackmen typical special ops
to prevent genocide
East Indian peoples a form of intelligence
which has been granted for them on the front lines
of a war between two different types of white peoples
the natives a doomsaying soothesayer of realities and truths, the protectors of such 
things
The japanese waiting patiently undercover
while the chinese learn to abolish torture and blackmail
white people detectives at he scene of the crime

psychiatrists and doctoers and malpractice to those who pretend to be good people
volunteers at the homeless shelters crippling our society like an underground from 
somewhere else

I am a god in this way
preventing yopu from repeating heiroshima somewhere else
protect the world from their worldly enemies through mastermining religion
and your life lessons
the stanic will to survive on the quest for truth to protect he good left alive
like a black plague reminder of a sickness and truths twisted
lessons on language and the fall of babel to recommunicate with our inner healer

The city i live in today
one day the center focus of earth
to be a haven for the world's homeless
do not prioritise this for me as i have just begun to win the future war of the worlds
a sleight of reality, beliefs and, spiritua;ity keeping you deadlocked
the fact earth a center of heaven for that is what it once used to be

walking through life as your cheatsheet to your history exam
i remind many of mankind's legacy
yet you worship my worste nightmare
i havno choice but to smote my enemy
as you aid me in lioving through my dreams

the rescue mission of your homeless king
to rule over you 
as a sexual healing granted
my first dream to be along the way
to prove myself to me
i hope mankind allows this to be succesfull


Details | Free verse | |

For this Moment

Cloudy day in my head,
Haunted by the words you said
Winter storm inside my mind,
I find them very hard to bind,
Gardens destroyed by mere perception,
Lost the will during conception,
How can I just simply be? 
All that you expect from me,
How can I just clearly see?
The world of darkness inside of me,
Rainey times take over my soul
Stop the bleeding was my goal
But I can’t seem to pull together
Even if it’s us forever
How can I forget this mess?
Even if I know I’m blessed,
Icy moments in this cave,
Thaw me out before the grave,
Dreams of futures painted smiles,
I need you to clean these piles,
Dreams are spinning a silly web,
Eating every word you said,

For now,
So long.

I bend,
But I don’t brake.

Its truth,
That heals.

This pain,
I feel,

Farewell.

BY: SABINA NICOLE


Details | I do not know? | |

They Left so Abruptly

They Left so Abruptly

(for the countless South Africans, of all colours, who dedicated their lives for freedom and democracy)

the valiant ones
countless
many known
many more nameless

the truest sons and singers
husbands and poets
lovers and wives
daughters and farmers
workers and sisters
brothers and friends

they left so abruptly
with quiet pride
steely courage
gentle dignity

they left so abruptly
leaving us our tomorrows
brighter
hopeful
filled with promise

they left so abruptly
so that we may breathe
the breath of liberty
the air of freedom
the warmth of justice

they left so abruptly
leaving with us their parting gift

freedom
inkululeko
swatantrata
liberte
azadi
vhudilangi
libertad

they left so abruptly
yet we remember them all
today
in the days that slipped away
and in the many more that we await

they left so abruptly
yet they remain
hewed into our memories
etched in our consciences
engraved in our hearts
they left so abruptly
and yet they endure
with us
within us
now and forever more


Details | Free verse | |

Breakfast time and a bowl of cereals

Waking with a start,preparing to face the end
eating next to nothing,cracking the bottle of optimism.
Life looked away in revulsion as the villainies committed
and lost into the book of vanity.
With the naked eye i see the world every morning,revolutionized
but big words puff me up as thought i was you.
A jarring note,a shot of morphine and get out of the rut
a perjury of illusion,the only blemish on your face.
I was deceived into the belief of something invisible.
Swashbucklers,mock heroics,phony patriots and cells
that proliferate so rapidly.
Populous mash potatoes,the decomposition of the corpse,
i can't take much more.
Filth has no sense of delicacy,i never boasted that
and the inanity of convenience put a bullet through my head again
So i open the window of pessimism.

We live with the manners of a swine,
enough to keep body and soul together.


Details | Free verse | |

freedom

some ****ed in the mouth, put blades
He was not absurd
to give us words.
we have given ourselves
to appear more beautiful
to love otherwise
criminals 
to be perfect
we do not feel alone
+ need to explain
why and how, etc.. 
all are funny
and finally I do not understand 
Where is He in all of this!?

look
Can it and shout:
Oh, my God!
but I must take care
to pray
not be afraid
to forget all the words
me to stay away
because some of they make a love of this things
just for them.


Details | Free verse | |

Signed, JabroniVille USA

Signed, JabroniVille USA

Hammer the sidewalk to watch it crack
Fade the symbols and strike a chord
Watch an army of plumbers unite
To evict the evil worms digging holes
In the universe

But most importantly
Welcome to JabroniVille USA
A town where nobody works
A town where nobody thinks
A town where nobody votes
A town where nobody gives a hoot

Torch the buildings and watch them burn
While roasting marshmallows over the remains
Of the dead haunted by yesterday's wars
Bring back the drum beat and strike a chord
It's time for the guitar solo

But most importantly
Welcome to JabroniVille USA
A town where nobody works
A town where nobody thinks
A Town where nobody votes
A town where nobody gives a hoot

So pull up a chair as I set of nuclear bombs
The days from the past disappear
We're all just headless chickens running around
Not knowing left from right and up from down
It's time to drop the bass

Finally
Never come back to JabroniVille USA
A town where nobody worked
A town where nobody thought
A town where nobody voted
A town where nobody gave a hoot

So pull down the signs
Nothing is here for you to see
Everything was left destroyed
By thoughtless drones
And corrupt leaders

Signed, JabroniVille USA


Details | Cinquain | |

Attack

Attack
Vaguely warlike
Guiltless people suffer
Dreadful losses, heroes arise
Assail


Details | Rhyme | |

lets just walk away.....for now, that is... the war is still on buddy.

ok.... let me cool down. lets use some logic
lets not make this truly manic
i dont want to fight
no, not tonight. 
lets save it for next week
if a war is what you seek
you know me too well, too much
you know that i have such
a fiery persona
that i burn like the Corona*
that no matter what, 
i can take what you say and make that
sound like your one of those jerks
yea, thats one of my many perks
that you tried to slam
and you say your a man
you are the little boy
that lost his best toy
and does not even know it
that i wont take your sht
and that your new girl wont either
maybe i should tell her what you said to me, she wont like you either
i could find her on facebook. i saw her page
she looks kinda young, you sure she's your age?
i dont know, im just so tired of all your sht
i really cant stand it
i cant stand you 
i thought this would never occure, but what should i do?
should i just take your sht and say it makes you a jerk all the more
i was fine until you called me a whore
then i got pissed
that you would say that to the girl you kissed
that you loved and lied to
i didnt do that to you
i said i did, to make you hurt like i do
but i did not, i loved you through n' through. 
you make a fool of me
so now what and see
what i will do  to you
the next time i see you
i will truly slam you, face to face
in this place
with in this space
im not ms.Friendly, i can make you cry
and no, i did not feed you a lie
but i wont get into that
you selfish little arse of a slimey rat
no, i wont
my respect for myself told me "dont, 
he does not deserve your time, leave it be"
so that is what i will do, until you slam me
then the storm will come
and you wont know, unlike some
so prepare yourself
cause i will make you try to disembowl yourself and put your spine on a shelf
oh wait, you dont even have one, never mind. 
i will just leave you behind
im a new woman now
so right now
i will be the bigger person and leave


(Corona is latin for "the sun")
hope this is the poem you recieve
on your deaht bed, tight before you die, you will know what you did
who your hurt and what you said.
Good Bye Ryan Dimaio. 
Good bye.


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Hannibal

Good listener, please lend your ear
To share my history
Before I take the poison drink,
I’ll tell you my story.

They’re coming even now to take
The city that we love
And hope is often lost and so
My tale i’ll tell you of.
	
	When Carthage took upon itself
To find by light of day
A general? Well your in luck!
Great Hannibal did say.

He planned to cross the mountains great
Twas thought the only way,
But first to cross the river Rhone,
Great Hannibal did pray

The river Rhone rose up and warned
	Don’t cross my waters grey!
	No way to cross? Then all was lost
	Great Hannibal did say

	Then at once stood Hannibal
	We’ll cross by th’end of day!? 	Take down those trees to make a raft
	Great Hannibal did say 

	Over the water blue they went
	Lined up in an array
	And now to Rome and battle great!
	Good Hannibal did say.
	
Due north he found an obstacle
	That willed him to give way,
	The northern tribes with battle cries
	Great Hannibal did slay.

	The biggest problem now was here
	Across the mountains stray
	“Great danger now we face, my men,”
	Great Hannibal did say.

	Across the mountains none did think
	That they would last a day
	Just one more hill or mountain top,
	Great Hannibal would say

	The crew were weary lost and torn
	That made them curse the day
	“But we are almost there, you see?”
	Great Hannibal did say.	

	And soon enough the walls of Rome
	Rose up as if to say
	Who ventures here with war in mind?
	Come greet us at our gates!

	But in the Roman city there
	Scipio here to stay
	“No one can beat us, no one can,”
	Great Hannibal did say.

	At Rome’s great gates for 15 years
	He waited patiently
	We can’t stay here, for food is dear,
	Great Hannibal did say.

	So he turned back to Carthage’s gates
	But met along the way
	Scipio and his army great
	Hannibal could not slay

	When all was done his quest was lost,
	And Rome would live too great,
	A treaty signed so punishing
	That Carthage lost its gate.

	And Hannibal the general
	That lost the city too
	Was forced to go to lands beyond
	And help as best he could.


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kill not sweet child

kill not

sweet child

that blood

will sour

the soul




Details | I do not know? | |

I Want to Walk with You

I Want to Walk with You
 
I want to walk with you with our heads held high
Never cowering, never with heads bowed
With our feet on this blessed soil, and our dreams reaching for the sky
 
Dreams of simple joys and of peace and of mirth
For all our fellow travelers on this delightful earth
 
Dreams not of wealth or of positions of high standing or of mighty power
Simple dreams of a walk in the aftermath of a Johannesburg evening rain-shower
 
Dreams of bread and water and dignity and shelter and clothes for all
Dreams where all fellow travelers may together walk this earth proud and tall
 
I want to walk with you, my fellow traveler, with our heads held high
Never pandering to power, never silent in the face of its abuse
Always firm in our convictions that we can all make peace if we only try
 
If we try to stop and think and sometimes not to look the other way
If we practice what our different creeds really teach, we will surely see that day
 
When we all, fellow travelers may walk with our heads held high
Never cowering, never with our heads bowed
With our feet on this blessed soil, and our collective dreams reaching for the sky
 
Call me silly, call me naive, call me hopeless, and if you must, call me weak
But is this not the common good that our different creeds and cultures all seek?
 


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Lost

lost ideals
from a time
of love & freedom

capitalist gains
replace
communal sustanence

military power
political prowess
individual rights
lost to the war


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A Soldier's Memorial

It is built on pain and on sorrow
To always beware of what comes tomorrow
Although to some it burns from the past
Like the flames of hell rising fast

But yet be happy, there is some hope
Some happy things to help those cope
With problems that come, but memories gone
Into the ashes where only death belongs

A voice could say, “Beware what you seek.”
This voice wants all to be dreary and bleak
It calls for a unity of past damnation
It wants the world to have a remorseful sensation

Though, it cannot be stopped but can be fought
The memories from those that can be forgot
So live life well, allow no worry to fly
The days of sorrows and lies have gone by

Think of the days where it will be perfection
From the day of birth or the grave-sites reflection
It can never break what was built in a heart
Never worry, only love, for love is thou art


Details | I do not know? | |

Blasphemy

Blasphemy

The caustic tongues of the evangelists,
Across all creeds and faiths,
Seem as brittle as an old bone.

For they promise heaven and they spew forth threats of hell
While neglecting the words of that man who walked in Galilee

'let him who is without sin, cast the first stone'

the caustic tongues of the evangelists...

across all religions
new-age and the ones of old
baffle me even as I hear
a single simplistic sermon

for they really do, view us all
as blind imbeciles
scurrying around like faithless vermin


the caustic tongues of the evangelists...

wag on and dazzle us with visions of an eternal paradise
while here and now
their hypocrisy festers
within their earnest
well-meaning eyes...


'...dil mein hai khwaaish-e-hoor-o-jannat
aur zaahir mein shauk-e-ibaadat
bas hamen sheikh-ji aap jaise
allah-waalon se allah bachaaye...'


'...in your heart you desire the maidens of heaven
yet in the now you practice the rituals of piety
o' sheikh, may allah protect me
from the people of allah like yourself...'

is my tongue as caustic as the tongues I write about?
if so, then glad am I
for they shouldn't be the only ones
who preach and rant and continually shout

from their pulpits ever so high in the sky
from their hubris of comfort in possessing the 'truth'

from their 'knowing' that heaven or hell
awaits both the strong as well as the meek

while oblivious to the reeking foul smell
that encourages prejudice and hate
and visions not of peace
but of endless chants and prayers

which they, in their opium haze
rattle on and on
as they never seem to cease to speak

and though I’m sure that all this bile that I have spewed
will threaten
hurt
and offend

friend and
unfriend and
acquaintance alike

but...

take pity on me instead
for it'll surely be I
who'll burn eternally
impaled by a benevolent god
on a slightly warmer than normal day in hell

on a crude wooden spike.


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Wanderer

A dusty old town-so quiet
a man, a traveler
takes off his pack-so heavy
and reclines for a rest.

they dont know his name, they never do
they wont even bother to ask
he troubles them-his mysterious past
leads them to prejudiced views

but were one to ask, for if naught but a name
what would this traveler say- would he speak?
a word, no. a name, he would give them and pass
"Im Wanderer, the world is my street."

Wanderer-what a name
does it signify much of his life
or is it a code- a cypher?
an enigma to his past.



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Thirteenth Fable

 Thirteenth Fable 
Thirteenth Fable 
 
Superstition 
 
Fables of CharlaX 
 
There is far too many to make a short list there is superstitions eye remember 
when eye was just a kid. The many things my girlfriends had to tell me things 
they ruined life at such an early age there is the BROKEN MIRROR that brings 
the SEVEN YEARS bad luck? The black cat crossing my path. The ladder that 
was never under the beam do not step under that in a funk of disbelief eye did all 
them things and now eye am homeless could it be that eye am superstitious or 
just unlucky in my life but then eye have met my violet flower my only one and only 
new life partner she is such a wonderful person not a superstitious reason in her 
curtain eye am certain of that now? The cat was never black enough to scare me 
but there was that just one time? It ran of course because my petting would have 
kept it from the dinner the mouse tail sticking out of a very black and ebon mouth. 
No bad luck can come to me AH HA eye cried its nothing. Then eye ran a little up 
the hill to home. And almost strangeld self eye ran full tilt boogie into the wire 
clothes line nearly taking off my head and losing all the dread of dying for there it 
nearly was. That was back in 1961 the time is not important there was never any 
time for love. Some things eye can remember but choose not to keep at all. Do 
not mop the floor under my feet is one. 
Do not make such sweeps under my feet and yes we did we told the girls to put 
the feet up so we must seep there anyway do you want me to get fired from such 
an important job as this one? 
They screamed and left the diner sure that bad luck was to come upon them oh 
gentle reader ewe don't laugh Erline never sweeps behind the counter. 



Details | I do not know? | |

The Bullet

The Bullet

By Nathan Hannen

This torpedo of death smashed the heart
This precious gift of life is torn apart
It was this that allowed us to play our part

Spearing through lives and breaking peace
Never told and never asked just sleaze
I can't go on, I am not that strong, Appease

Congratulations you have just killed another
An old man, His sister, Or it might have been your brother
In a quiet place there is a girl and her lover
The power they have does not permit them cover

When piercing fragments attempt to write a thesis
No one man can be there to pick up the pieces
There may be losses and leakage of our species
But remember blood is life and there are leeches

There is a boy playing under a morning sky
A man pretending to feel sorry for his lie
The end is black and the stars say it is nigh
The lady cries in pity, A mirrored image in her eye

Tell me this and explain that in a second
Its something that we couldn't comprehend and only reckoned
The stars are not scattered, Just sectioned

A body grove in the soil with a stench of death
The putrid stain of blood on blood with no breath
The lord will lay these souls to rest

The End.


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Sanguinary Lord

A severe façade of loving tolerance Dipped in an argentine semblance The Consuls of The Cross Weaving a sweven of Welkin Where the checkered ones Are never allowed Their souls cast into the flames Of a greater decay The never ending pit Of eternal torment You turn the other cheek The one that wields the clandestine dagger The dreams of being free grow lighter and light The truth is shrouded by sister-Night Clinging onto existence Never eluding the resistance I will never adhere To your Sanguinary Lord Bestowing The Crusader’s reign Against the sand and the desert’s wane Barraging him over the frame In desperation to appease Screaming and shouting I will wash away your sins Decadence of the ones to throw the stones The ones to enforce the book Has left your lies dry and ready to die No more tears are left to cry No more screams are left to scream No More blood to be split No more graves to be dug


Details | Narrative | |

Road to Redemption

Introduction: Tribute to brothers in the fray and families for them pray...


Life in these rough times, We barely even feel the daytime Every second counts greatly, As there’s no going back in time Sometimes we lose to win, try not to fail again, But mostly we end up back to where we all began Every single day, we wake up in one piece, Where brothers in the fray, they hardly get to cease Our tears drop all over the floor, They keep on till their blood stains from their core Every second till the end, We pray for them to knock on our doors Sadly at times, things go the other way for the best cause, All we can do really, is not breakdown and pause Prayer’s the only strand through the last breath, When they depart with a peaceful end Emptiness and happiness, constantly flowing along, The memories, they always live right within our souls When days seem cloudy and life gets lonely Debts grow high and smiles fade into sigh At that instant, that very moment, Just pray, pray to get healed, Heal from this insanity, pray to be free, Free from this misery It all comes down to the crying in the end, The stillness stares up towards the sky As we do bid farewell to dear friends But at some point through all the pain and sour grin, recovery does begin The ones we love and care, Though some are not so near Scattered through this bittersweet world, Waiting for us to share; This life is like the weather, It changes altogether It may get bad and may get sad, But know it’s not forever, Better days will come eventually, The morning sun will shine brightly Through our endeavors and our prayers, we shall recover From things we’ve lost so dearly So just hold on to the light and believe in salvation, And the rays of truth shall lead the road to redemption…


Details | Free verse | |

the scars from the ancient war with no men

left on the face of the ones who had fought
are the scars  from the claws of sin,
as it begins  to sting from the memory,
they think back to their heavenly God.
faded deep scars all over their bodies
hidden by what shows on their face
standing there in the lines to battle
no one knows how they could get hurt,
all they know is they did get hurt
living in the shadow of the batallion,
are the ones who let it exist,
though they stand as one person
others see them as a single machine
the scars left on the face 
of the angels, is from 
the ancient war with no men
when that war is over,
count yourself lucky
they stood up and fought.


Details | Haiku | |

Life Is No Picnic

the fourth of july
is no kind of picnic for
our fallen soldiers




You Are Not Forgotten


Happy Fourth Of July To All


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Touch of the Soul

I alone stand vigil over the memories of my past;
I alone feel the weight of them,
feel what it is to be
the man that past has created.
 
I stand, alone, beneath the stars and the moon,
contemplating all, as I ever have done;
it is only now that I've accepted
that's who I am meant to be;
the writer, the poet –
I stand with the rest of the dreamers.
 
I sit, alone, among the instruments of music,
playing on and on throughout my life;
music flows into and through my soul,
and I am now and will always be,
the musician and the bard –
I sit with the rest of the drummers.
 
I travel, alone, with the remembrances of love,
searching always for that one true other;
it is only now that I've accepted that even
without one such, I can live;
the romantic, the sentimental –
I travel with the rest of the passionate.
 
I escape, alone, in the pages of a good story,
reading for ever and anon;
books speak to me, engage me,
entertain me, release me;
the storyteller and the listener –
I escape with the rest of the readers.
 
I will fight, never alone, next to my brothers
and sisters in arms;
it is with all of myself that I've accepted
my duty, and who I will always be;
the soldier, the guardian –
I will fight with the rest of the Marines.

I dance, run, walk, laugh, alone, in the rain,
let loose my being in the deluge;
the storm's fury and glory
somehow become my own;
the drenched, the soaked –
I do all of this with the rest of the rain lovers.
 
It is only now that I've accepted
that I have become
who I was meant to be;
who I want myself to be.
 
I alone know what it is to be
myself, Andrew James Sprouse,
scion of the sea and of the past,
of the word and the sword.
 
But I do not alone know what it is to feel alive;
to be exactly who you are,
who you're meant to be.
I do not alone know the truth of pain.
 
None of us stands truly and utterly alone.
Every single one of us walks, arm in arm,
with those who share your experiences,
your beliefs, your thoughts and your lives.
 
But you, alone, know what makes your heart free,
what makes your fire ignite and your essence true;
you alone know the visage and touch of your soul.


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My birthday pray peace no war

My Birthday
Beginning of what
Peace or war
Is that the beginning of my peace
Or the beginning of my war
Peace and war
As life
Peace and
War
Oh god I need
Peace
No war
In my birthday
As I wish
My pray
I pray for peace
I pray for No war
Peace no war
Peace no war
Peace no war


Details | Senryu | |

home sweet turmoil

troops are returning
to a country in turmoil
with its debt ceiling


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One Moment, Please

I am bored to my Core,
Centered-self, uncivil war
An open mind hath closed its doors-
Soul is sick with selfish sores
How I've tried to fill these holes-
Traipsing through the biting cold
Dead ends ahead, where Vice has lead-
Goddamn! I've put my life on hold...


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COLOURS OF DESPAIR

Images; pitiful black images
suckling frantically from dry, empty breasts.
Black eyes; wide open, fearful, but
mercifully blind to destiny's most unforgiving hand.

Victims:tormented by the incessant heat of the sun's bejewelled rays,
mercy is fleeting; uncompromising
shades of hopelessness cocoon innocent souls;
But Fate will cast its untimely shadow
Black is the colour of despair.


Details | Narrative | |

Balance Within

Introduction: Even if you're tied to barely holding on, your control over will power shall pull you up towards the truth and success. But only if you believe up to all, that it's stronger than what you could be - that's when you balance the fall...




You may get old
Your memories may drown,
But your soul won't get cold
And beliefs won't breakdown.

Just don't you let go
As you never know,
Things you seek for all your years
They could be in your back yard.

Find the truth within the lies,
Fight your pride to end this cry,
Trust your soul; open the door
Balance yourself and roll the stones.

The one's you heart will always stay
So don't throw life out your doorway,
Life's too short and it's too real
Sometimes it's hard to see and feel

That's how you live a life,
The risk that breaks you down to bits
Saves and brings you back alive,
That's what we call the gift of life.

No matter how rough things might get
We get rewards for the risks we take,
No matter how hard or sad
Learn and value what you have.

Though, too much pride will leave you dried
Don't let 'hopeless', be your life's stride,
None of this will you take to grave,
Your deeds will lay, only your pave.

As you breathe in and do breathe out,
Make each one profound
And stand your ground,
As lies are just the fantasy,
The truth - is your ecstasy
And this will forever be plain to see... 


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Cycles and patterns

Rain drops look like heartbeats
Broken in two, melting away candle
Wax into the blue
My teeth chatter because of the cold
The ancient age of old
Has made me stand upon two feet
In one accord, singing to this beat,
One last breath shall be the very first
Kiss that put in his this hearse,
When she felt sweet sorrows stale
And made the prison of my heart bail.
I thought about these gifts and promises
That she made on a piece of paper with no list
And it died earlier on this way and that
The skinny takes away the bone and its fat
It was a deception of faces in the rain
A smile through deep pain
Inside was intercession
To beat this tiger’s aggression
It made me learn something new everyday
To learn this lesson,
That fact that she wouldn’t stay,
I thought about what came next,
Then what happened was what 
Came from beneath the ocean waves that had me sore vexed
Running over in my cup, was the heart, out of all the blood.
It started raining from above the ceiling
Cracks of my heart peeling,
Putting away furniture and dress’s
Speaking to a room of noise and mess’s
Voices disguised my male and female 
Dish’s, draining away life
That would make harmony come into one flesh.




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Hell's Grace

At first, it's all smiles and laughs,
Until memories come rolling back,
All the memories I hide,
In the back of my thoughts, on the top rack,
Then more fights break out,
And the memories unstack.

Once Hell is back in the cage,
All regrets fill my mind,
And I wish I could just unwind,
But then Jesus takes over,
And Grace fills my mind.

I thought those were regrets,
But it was really gratefulness,
The rack is cleared,
And now it is time for Hell to be reared.

It's now God's turn to take over,
And find me a good luck clover,
Because Jesus is in,
Hell is out,
So say 'Hello' to a new me!


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The war that can be won

The mind commands the body immediately obeys, the mind order itself and it meets arrogance and lets that mean genie out of the bottle.

In your addictions the line between life and death is very thin a war that has only one win if you keep using and letting that evil genie in; death is slow and sure. These are the guideline that you have set; stop and think, do you like being satan pet? keep this thought on your mind, the setting of guidelines belong to God not man!

Logic is blinded and you forget about the past, the future is an unknown; why just to get high? Every endeavor is a challenge is it not, just for a high that just don't last.

Fear not all is not lost! Addiction is a war that can be won, that is if you keep certain things in your mind, fighting it with all your heart, and all of your mind. Lean not on your own understanding, but finding faith in God of your own understanding;. Place your trust in Him; He not demanding.

Addiction and recovery encompass neatly identical tactics, they are both learned behavior and they are both controlling factors. Neither one accept anything less than total victory. the first one will bring about your destruction and second one brings about a chance to live a life free from bondage.

Open your eyes don't let illogical thinking be your guide, living life with satan by your side, just for the brief moment of that high. This life type of living is shaded and it is unkind; demons controlling your mind.
 Word to the wise, wisdom and strength comes from the One that is Setting most high; let the Lord edify. Life in the Word will become excitedly gratifying ; in this your will find strength without any boundaries and all that you need is faith and belief that Jesus can set you free; Pick up His words and read John 3:16.  
Nothing beat a failure but a try; so I pray for you and so please stop getting high.


Details | Rhyme | |

Tottenham to Toxteth

Let loose the whip
and tighten the lip
with its reasons for humble cause.

And I'm alight in darkened entries
shrugging my shoulders to warm
my picked pockets with another's
shoes.

Burning down the towered clouds
for the gas chamber streets,
why burn the bills
whilst flesh is still flamable?

And the crier rang out silently.
Could only make out the action,
of something she was trying desperately
the reasons of the destraction.

"You're too blind to make out colours
which have mixed to make brown.
Just a human illusion
of light under cover of sound."

The cobbles are disrupted
and yet its just another cup of tea
to watch on with, pathetically.


Details | Rhyme | |

Lost Youth

Long ago I lost a friend
Much too young to die
His death was hard to comprehend
We were kids with so much life

We played our music on summer days
Without a care in the world
Drove around town with nowhere to go
And talked about pretty girls

Just being boys and about to be men
So much to learn about life
A war being fought in a far away place
Didn’t give it much thought at the time

On veterans day I visit his grave
Say hello and offer a prayer
And remember all the happy days
When life was a forever affair

Terry died in a war torn jungle
So very far from home
I remember the day I got the news
I knew my childhood days were gone

I’ve made mistakes had good times and bad
I’ve watched my family grow
I know the joy grandchildren can bring
And lived long with the woman I love

I would like to think Terry gave that to me
The gift of life with time to grow old
I hope he knows by his friends he is missed
See you again Terry when it’s my time to go



Dedicated to my friend and fellow United States Marine,
Private First Class Terrance Melvin Johnson
Semper Fi, Terry and God Bless


Details | Free verse | |

THE GOOD THINGS ABOUT THE REPUBLICANS

I watched the Debate
between Obama and Romney;
I am kind of liberal and fair:
and I listened to both sides.


The Republicans favor broad tax cuts,
the Democrats are opposed. 
As far as prayer in school is concerned,
I favor the Republican Party...
giving some regard to the existence of God....
we can't become a nation of Atheists!


The Democrat Party demands
a specific deadline for the withdrawing of troops from Iraq
and Afghanistan...and isn't that great news for every soldier 
to be coming back home soon?

 
One last comment on abortion:
Republicans are pro-life,
but Democrats are pro-choice...
and for this reason I should vote Republican!


Details | Free verse | |

Ha HA ha super soldiers

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Lyric | |

Of the Flesh

Overt flaccid appendage between
Oft daily covered thus rarely seen
Impure thoughts corrupt ere begin
My soul hearkens evermore to sin

Loathful orchis of life-giving seed
Oft discharged ere without need
Rigid organ of displeasure’s creed
In obdurate selfish gratifying greed

Without hope deceived by lurid lies
Oft priapic salutes not easily denied
Elicit visions ere my eyes confound
Soliciting lustful fantasies profound

Gesticulate orgasmic vessels of life
Oft nightly purveyor of carnal strife
Phallus erectus manipulative spawn
Coitus interruptus ere inerrant scorn

E’er inane lustful wayward flesh 
Oft petty wasteful juvenile request
Thy soul will through faith’s behest
Sin’s power shall this lost waif test

Intemperate desire innately revived
Oft gratuitous dreams ere contrived
Erotica’s promiscuity haply reborn
Insipid respite ephemeral mourned

Temptation’s casual incessant call
Oft disingenuous will not forestall
Evil’s intent to stealthily dissuade
Willful uprightness ne’er forbade

Inferred double-mindedness lives
Oft hidden only wearily forgives
Once enraptured freedom wanes
This broken spirit averse refrains

Death’s worrying promise abated
Oft victory seemingly invigorated
Yet hope ne'er assured is debated
As life is shamelessly eviscerated  

Till temperance’s finality revealed
Oft delinquent wound is repealed
Thine unseen spirit becomes one
My soul’s resistance is overcome

© Eugene Harvey


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Our politicians

Our Politicians
They speak like politicians
And hold a great ambition.
They think they are right
And same speech they recite.
They always gather for a bite
Deciding who should start the fight.
All have their own stations
To be the victims of cremation.
They gather their own crowd
Who cheer and clap to any sound.
They think they are right
Only here for a bite.
They speak like Aristo
And act like Montecristo!
They smoke big cigars
And all drive tinted cars.
They dress in glitter
And all have Twitter.
They act so polite
But hardly can write.
Always in action
Only during the election.
To make a collection
Or a connection.
O What a time you feel like 
Committing a crime.

For a brief background about this poem, pls, read the poem (Beirut).


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LOVE ON DEATH LINE

I have not eaten today,
But my heart is filled
Not hungry of affection.
I had a fill of you last night
A fill of you for a life time

All around us are walking corpses
Corpses of political disregard
Humans of no nations
Even when they are bona-fide citizens
Your blood and mine flows in them

The government abhors the poor
Feeds them with empty promises
Shoves them through the door
They pay the bills
For social amenities they can’t find
Pay taxes for their castles 
Government built in the air
But we know their ancestors
Filthy dogs eating from the king’s crumbs
No; Lets not unknot the knot
Soon a messiah might heed us

In heaven’s book of life,
I heard the poor names are there
In here’s book of life
It is deleted.
Thus, in your head,
Lays your kingdom and glory 
Get rich or die trying
Or; be their poor and keep sulking.

Well, like them I saw… 
I have not eaten
Flesh gone weak to skeleton
Nevertheless, 
The solitude of love within
Keeps me living; I am breathing
But I am moving,
Towards your direction
I see your beam

I feel new
When I see you
From my heart 
Seeps through the rays of the sun
Its fun; this love on death line
We survived the genocide
We survived the war
We survived love
We survived us
I love you too.

This poem is dedicated to the abused tribes of Rwanda and Nigeria during their respective civil wars resulting in near human annihilation. Though time has passed, we still feel your pains chilling our bones. The survivors.


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Wanting Peace

Everyday the world you live in is a war zone.  Everyone you love is fighting over their place in this world.  Making you always having to choose a side. But what happens when either side you choose is wrong. 
 
No one sees how much it effects your feelings.  It makes you think that there's no love in this world and you will always live in world war 3.  Where's the love and peace you seek?  When you know that you can't fix everything wrong.  when love has distroyed everything.  And you can't stand the sound of yelling and screaming anymore. 
 
Everynight you pray for peace and just to be happy and safe.  Wanting a normal life in a world full of angry people is so hard to find.  You start searching for any means of escape.  Only to find that the options you have for escape only distores You from the inside out.  leaving you a casualty of war that will never end.


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As we Await the Next

Another night of shelling another night in hell
To lie in stench filled trenches watching bodies swell
Seeing the grimace of death engraved on ones so young
From Utopia they were born, now I'm in among

I can't think how ludicrous it is to await the next
Seeing futures disappear, oh! how it leaves me vexed
Trenches, bolt holes and craters, filling with rotting flesh
Barbed wire like human snares, now a crimsoned mesh

My eyes in tears now close as I hear the dying cry
Whilst a solitary shot sounds out, invisible through the sky
This silent assassin awaits their unsuspecting foe
For through a lapse in theatre, another life will slow

The evening I dreaded is upon us, this is no fireworks display
It's another sign of man, and their self destruction play
Many hours ahead now await in this shell shattered surround
How many of us will still be standing, or swallowed by the ground

The above is all I can remember from those days from a war torn past
I'm so fortunate to recall so little, whilst many colleagues cast
I've lived a life of years, so many more than them
What or who decided to chose from these heroic fighting men 








http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-8.php


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I am Man


When those words are spoken, written, to be a man or not,
Buzz says the bee, to discover what is he?
When the vortex of brains come calling all to reveal plots,
On dripping lips with open mouths that are caves of echoes, opened with skeleton 
keys,
The makeup of a man with gray and white matter speaking to him,
Seats of consciousness much more grandeur than the largest auditorium,
Fleshy pods of minds, bodies, and souls, that are glass snakes with broken penis 
limbs,
Regeneration of anger, hate, sorrow, despair, and love trapped in the hearts 
sunless atrium,
Driving on streets with war bonnets making exchanges with Julius Cesear in the 
passenger seat,
Boxing wrongs reminding us that we are men, and men we are,
Love letters from Sappho, slapping vulnerability, and veneered with eroticized heat,
Ermine men with life lessons spitting out the memories of nightmares,
Graveyards of bones with worm infested skulls, and dreams at rest,
 To be a man in life, to be a man in death, here, and there, he must live or die the 
noblest. 


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Ten Years Later

Once I wore cowboy boots on an oil rig And before that I was a Deputy, also known as a ‘Pig’ Prior to that time I was a normal guy, living life on the wild side But before I did that, I signed a line; a line to instead of your life, give mine. I was proud to put on a uniform that in turn was an automatic target But attacks on New York, D.C. and Pennsylvania, were the events that would start it Never again would my life be the same, no more thinking freedom was a game Alas, yet again in 2011, we shall continue to send those terrorists, to their ‘terrorist heaven’


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Portraits Young and Lovely Fair

I turned away the light of truth,
though bright it shines eternally;
as I now search the dark of youth
for life devoid of history.

Born filled with primal fear inbred
(a wingless mountain butterfly)
who waited trapped by wretched dread,
within mad vision graves, to die.

A body bent by rhythmic birth
sucked marrow out of bone and brine
as wounds leaked blood back into earth
for earth gives refuge to Divine.

The fragile cuts were foul and spent
but no stitch thrown seemed obvious;
its fabric labored, torn and rent
by images grown spurious.

And this we carry to our graves
in extant bliss of ignorance.
No worry worth the time it saves
before the black of permanence.

A life once sewn with threads of smoke,
(translucent trend in lunacy)
is but illusion's buried yoke
of veiled and failed transparency

--


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Thank You


I don't know you, yet In my heart I know you well You are the American who puts his country first You've left your home and loved ones on this soil And are fighting for the freedoms for which we thirst I don't know you, but I love you just the same You are my father, brother , and the boy next door The lover, grocer, and the immigrant who believes As in wars of yesterday, the richest and the poor When you're frightened, I'll hold your hand And whisper my thanks in a melody of tears Know you are thought of in these dark days You sacrifice remembered through the years


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This Demon

My inner demon tells me that I'm nothing
A waste of a person, a male not worth loving
This Demon influences me, infiltrates my thoughts
Bringing up memories of what i have lost

This Demon is a repeating voice in my head
A constant reminder that turns my heart into lead
He's a heavy burden, that i must carry with me everywhere
Changing happy emotions into a stoic despair

I watch peoples reactions to me, and he makes me think its disgust
This Demon drives me to tears, a man with no guts
He's in my quiet moments, when I'm alone by myself
And intense emotions are realized and felt

When i fight him, it results in an intense rage
Anger at myself, and any other factors in my life's stage
I'm a man, these sad emotions are beneath me
Who are you demon, to try and control me

I become angry at my fall downs, anger at my failures
Angry at my crush and my failure to tell her
This Demon makes me see red, thinking of the many rejections!
The looks of disgust whenever i try and show affection!

My head yells insults, including the crushes that i thought i once loved
Including myself, for being affected by love
I can't beat This Demon, he's just to strong
But i'll never stop trying, striving for what i long


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Lost Where They do not Belong <> End Line Poem

Parents and spouses to their photo's they look,  Another
           hero was killed fighting for our freedom.   Lost  
                       so far from his home and family,   Today
       we continue to send our sons and daughters,   But
                                there will come a day when,   They
                                      will live as free as we do.   Will
                         we ever learn from these theatres,    Never
                       again should we out live our children.    Be
  cause' another was lost today, but they will never be,    Forgotten



" I hope i have done this form devised by Dane Ann and HG proud "




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-6.php


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Much Like the Sun.

 You look up to the sky.
 It is a normal summer day like any other.
 Sparse clouds line the sky and the sun beats down on you.
 Except this is no ordinary summer day.
 This is the day you ship out.
 You have said your good byes and cried with your lovers.
 The weight of your country rests upon your shoulders.
 It beats down on you much like the sun. 
 It burns you if you are not properly prepared,
 much like the sun.
 Much like the sun you are depended on by all that you known.
 Depended on by your country.
 Much like the sun,
 you fade away into the night appearing in a different country


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Fallen Angel

Stephen Lewis RIP. Murdered 24-01-2009

FALLEN ANGEL 

Fallen angel, free to roam, 
Your soul hath gone to play.   
God took you in his loving arms, 
To heavens gates that day. 

Fallen angel, shining star, 
A brother, son and friend. 
Harshly taken from this world, 
Tho' you're with us to the end. 

Fallen angel spread your wings,   
In our hearts, your love, we keep. 
Your memory will shine on through,   
As we lay you down to sleep.   

Stephen Lewis RIP 

  A victim of the London culture of knife crime.  24-01-2009


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Depression Kills

I don't know how long it has been since i heard your voice, 
I don't know why i left without a word, but it was not my choice.
You wished me away, so i left without a word,
you told me to lose you, that's all i ever heard. 

Tears ran down my face with every thought of you,
not being able to see your smile, it would punch me though.
My chest has a whole, that you put there,
it hurts some times, but its not like i care.

I been hurt to many times before to feel anything at the moment,
I thought we had some thing special, but at the end you broke it.
So now again i am all alone and I have no shoulder,
my life is empty now i am beginning to feel allot colder. 

You showed me what people can be like, some thing like you,
people that hurt others and than walk away like they had nothing to do.
But they don't know that they just ripped some ones heart out,
and your left alone, once again, bleeding on the ground.


Details | ABC | |

Dance

Take your hand and put it out forward,
Than swing out out to the side, c'mon don't be a coward. 
This is fun, now swing your hips from side to side,
Remember all the times you couldnt express yourself and you cried.

But now your can swing your legs and feet any way you want,
Look for that new move that you looked for your whole life like a hunt. 
Grab someone by the hand and let them join you in that awesome moment,
I promise you, you will love this feeling you are about to feel.

Turn up the music and dance your heart out,
Move to the beat and go wild and feel like your out of sight. 
This is your moment, don't let anyone take that away for you,
This is not happening too slow and i tell you that that's the truth.

Put some head phones on and go to your own world of greatness,
Bust a move like you never did before, I promise it's harmless.
Make your heart feel what I am feling right now and take my hand,
I promise that I will make you smile and scream with joy and stand.


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To Kill The World

It can take mileniums, it can take an hour.
All that matters is that there will be not a single flower.
Everything will perish on the final war
The war that was so incalled for.

Can't the Evil and the Godly just find love?
It is likely not, for there is no Peaceful Dove.
It would take a simple, easy, angry, worthless war.
But to Kill the World, would be a too expensive thing to pay for.


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HOW DO YOU LOVE A BUTTERFLY

       HOW CAN YOU LOVE A BUTTERFLY?
Tis Satans call to claim the mind
of anyone who cares to find
the way to death and so eternity
the wages for lifes greatest tragedy
and questioning of lies that be.

What evil waits--you never know
until your hearts have made it so
brought on by greed of those who just don't care
who'd never do the same, not on a dare!
Tis not a sin to lead you there.

They'll tell you any sort of lie
for their own cause, don't ask them why
lest you be branded racist through and through
and blinded to what ever they might do
accused, you only close your eye!

The childrens minds are where they seed
to change young hearts to what they need,
but something's gone wrong in their direst plot
for truth is still a thing that's always sought
when history's written from a greed.

How does a person feel a lie?
How can you love a butterfly?
How do you know deep in your heart and soul
that all the things you're told aren't always so?
And Swastikas may fade, but never die.


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The Temple

Awash in darkness and disguise
Mistaken for light in my denial
The truth a fiction in my eyes
Refracting dispassion as I lie

The thousand eyes that gaze into
This broken mess I took from youth
I claim a shell crafted by you
The thousand hands that ran me through

Now twisted, poisoned and possessed
I’m half a demon, half obsessed
With overcoming all regrets
I want to climb beyond myself

In my convoluted disrepair
I am between love and despair
I only wish to one day share
The self that vanished when I got scared

Now host to darkness and the light
At constant battle through these nights
My dreams will grant these creatures sight
But in duality I realise

Without the light I would not see
That without darkness I’d not breathe
And through this war I will conceive
The strongest self through clarity

These tools of war are now my own
A balanced self has finally grown
The Angel vigilant and known
The Demon, tamed, now guards this home


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 ! ! !


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CRIES UNHEARD

When did we stop
Learning from the pains
Of holy men,
Of scholars’
       Thorny throats 
              With pulsating words of wisdom
Ripped from their tantalizing tongues
And fed to greed

When did we stop
Listening to the screams
        Of lovers bearing heartbreak
        Or the mothers bearing babes

   The babes grown into warriors       
   Puking guts and glory
Whose moans 
     in battle or 
     in bottle’s buzzing memory


When did we forget the valiant Warriors
  who fought for protection of their beloved home-- not for lust.

Memory of loving voices just an
Ache 
an echo of their first faint milky cry 
       (Gangs or armies—bullets taste the same)


When do we pause
Listen to the screams

The screams of a mother baring soul to lover
             Bearing child,
              Bearing flowers to the graves forgotten
                  Thru the starry skies of Ursa Major
                        Thru shadowy forbearance she meets the honey dawn

Bears another day without…
   Matters not her loved one dies for glory or for shame.

But she cannot bear
        to break
        to bend
        to relinquish
               her wordless 
Screaming voice 
     to join the
Deep-Down
    Skulking
         Bloody 
         Anguish
She-bears
Anger toward her G_d.


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Shakesperean Tragedy me part 3

the path of least resistance
are we comfortable yet
are we busy making friends?
are we hiding in the shadows of doom and gloom 
trying to get away
and stay out of the reaches of destiny the heart can never mend?
are you coounting the days as they pass you by
wondering whose on what side and why
why your soo important and who is really the love of your life
who is going to be the one to hold the knife
because in eternity no one wants to be the joke
but you forever king unfit
you forever we smote

haunted dreams
nights of tears 
paranoid thoughts
are you the ressurrected king unfit
the one here to carry out the prophecy
to twist the words of every religion
oh how its begun
he was not meant to be
path of least resistance

look at cupid hes got it right
arrow straight for the heart boys
no need to fight
love is our weapon now
and thats what this war is all about
using love as a weapon to kill
would you 
could you 
will you 
do you
pretend to be more than just friends to murder your husband or wife
is there a path of least resistance in your eyes dear conman
care to teach the hitman a few pointers while accepting this bribe

oh me
the shakespearean tragedy
if love ever finds me im doomed
but who does that make happy
for if they dont already know anbd have tricks up their sleeves
i must find a way to speak the truth without a word being spoken
or forever i will relive this nightmre
as if it were my favorite dream


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Street Soldier

My baseball cap is my helmet and my Nike's are my boots, 
My country is my hood and my colors on my flag are niether red white or blue, 
My weapon of choice is my two hands, 
sometimes it can be whatever when I am threatened with a great fall from my stand,
 I have no general or soldiers but I have family and above all I got heart. 
My battlegrounds remain in my own home and sometimes even in the local Wal-Mart.
 Every inch of my hood is up for friendly fire, 
Violence remains apart of life around here searching for peace is far from desire,
 Everyday remains but another day someone will die, 
but more importantly is that another mother, brother, sister or father will cry.
 But I am a street soldier so I am prepared for anothers or worse yet my own demise,
 And as a street soldier I must keep the battle in check, no not with what I see with my two eyes, but what war is really going on inside the mind,
 My battles dont come from without but from within......I am a street soldier fighting through time.....


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Test of nuclear weapon

No need to use curare in today's fight
Magton or nuclear weapon is enough to take lives away from world's sight
For them, it is only a test of bombs or nuclear weapon
But innocent lives taste the taste of death

Their culmination of exploitation is for wealth or popularity
By all these they do not feel culpable, but they have stupidity
They debar themselves away from the effects of nuclear test
Nuclear explosion of test makes the environment worst
Only test is disturbing so much ecosystem and human life
So just imagine what would be the future with nuclear drive
God knows how much budget is spent in nuclear research
While many are dying with starvation and poor health care for life search

Radioactive materials are used in bombs and nuclear weapon production
Radiation is emitted in the process of production
God knows what would be the consequences of these calamities
Are these loyal to common life or infidelities?
It is said that weapons are made for human safety
but what is the use of such safety which makes the world gusty




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The Fight for Every day Baghdad

 
A disturbed place of no peace,
where people still reside, despite running away.
Whom still want to live the way of life,
the way they've been doing, each and every day.

The cowards that hides amongst them,
hinders the continuance, of their life, to go on.
Forcing their agenda, upon these folks,
so their way of life, can truly be gone.

Afraid are they not, of existing,
in being surrounded, of this trapping of fear.
Holding on, to what is precious to them,
even thou the danger, for all, is still near. 

Realizing for the sake of their children,
for them, the fight for everyday, must proceed.
Or else their children, will never see,
the life once lived, not being able, to ever succeed.

So with the help from many countries,
in retrieving, the life of dwelling, in constant peace.
These people are tired, and taking stand,
to live every day, without, this terrorizing beast.


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 | Narrative | |

Untitled #300 / Thermopylae and King Leonidas

Thermopylae, Thermopylae
King Leonidas at
Thermopylae


Details | Rhyme | |

I Just Can't Win

Will I ever get it right
You shove it all in my face
All day and all night
My mistakes I can't erase

Up is down
Black is white
I'm not allowed to frown
I'm not allowed to fight

I slip 
I fall
I trip
I crawl

I try so hard
Only to fall flat
My body is scarred 
From when the blood spat

We've had this chat
I have to begin again
I feel like a rat
I just can't win

*Written on May 7, 2012 by Lily Mayfield*


Details | Rhyme | |

The Fallen

A thousand faces gazing from
The daily paper's print,
Each one a fallen soldier,
Who will not complete his stint.

I looked at every single one
And read his town and age;
The life that each one left behind
Just jumped up off the page.

The solemn ones, in uniform,
Were serious and proud;
Perhaps photographers announced
A smile was not allowed.

But others mugged and looked amused,
So filled with life and fun.
It's hard to reconcile those deaths,
When life had just begun.

I wonder how their loved ones feel
When staring at that square
Containing someone's face they know - 
It's more than I could bear.

When soldiers go to war, they all
Expect to make it back;
Yet every day of war, some don't
Survive the next attack.

We stare at all their faces
As we sympathize and grieve.
To me, no war is worth such loss,
But maybe I'm naive.




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Suicide Soldier

They sent him to serve without regarding his life
Voting for redemption instead of his kid and wife
He treads within mazes and shadows of a lost city
Those willing to die to save their family dignity
Fighting back against hateful ignorances believed
What anyone will gain is only how it is perceived


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Reality: Shadows Surrounding Humanity

I have stopped dreaming about the dilapidating person,
And began to open the vital eyes of the forlorn reality,
Yet, if you observe the time’s dimension in milliseconds
Then you would realise the existence of dark shadows,
Lurking to fish ancient chaste villages for Today’s Special*,
Headlines switching from the wasteland to the desert,
As if a show screening for the mindless masses of meat**,
No sense of life!
And copious shadows still hunt puppets out of souls.

I have stopped dreaming about the pristine person
As I observed the wilderness in the city of Deer AlZoor,
Smiles did flourish in the small villages along the river,
Until the putrid puppets placed their powerful*** hands
On the soon-to-disappear persons of joy and glory,
The puppet’s contaminated minds removing all hope,
A move towards ethnic cleansing was just the start,
No sense of life!
And the shadows plan on barricading the city of Dar’a.


Sunday, 28th of September 2014

* metaphor for trying to find new ways to kill people
** consonance alliteration 'm' and meat is a metaphor for persons
*** consonance alliteration 'p'

and there are many more :P


Details | Epic | |

ronin 100

I am nearing the endless night and my body
reminds me of it’s torture in a daily vigil
toward reprimand 
My adoration of you my love has passed
from heated loins on pillows
to passionate words on parchment
My son the weapons of war
are now wielded in words
I am old yes a gift that I did not deserve
but a treasure I shall take with me
to the next horizon
upon this pebbled road


Details | Free verse | |

Faces In the Mirror

           I look in the mirror | and see my father's face,
                                           
                                              that accusing eye
               now judging self:

                     "how did it get to be this way"...
                       
                        The moon's reflective ray,
                       unveils truth in the mirror-
               and it's grandpa | in our early years
                    stained with alcohol stained
                                 with tears,
                    the blood of sons as red as
                               Russia | Stalin's disgrace, broken
                  faces, sullen, confined in the mirror
            each reflecting self |true communism 
                        in whole puddles of blood
                  and roses twisted, in barbed wire
                             now hold images 
                              of mom | and I 
                            see her face too
                              like an angel's,
                       an innocence fallen with 
                        the first touch of abuse
                            to a a life of hell,
                    and refuse to accept that 
                       these faces are all mine
               and I could go back a hundred years
                         and see them all,
               freefalling through layers of pain,
                         but I wipe my tears,
                    and seek to see through it all
                   my self, my image, my soul
                                    again.


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THE WAY WAR VETERANS SUFFER FOR OURS HARD WORK

I look and saw how much war veterans like me suffer when we come back from war,We don't have anyone to comfort us,the power is on the side of those that beat us down,I look and saw how much war veterans like me suffer with tears in ours and sadness on ours faces,We don't have anyone to comfort us,the power is on the side of those that beat us down,I look and saw how much war veterans like me suffer,where we should be treated right,we are treated wrong,we have no one to comfort us,the power is on the side of those that beat us down,I look and saw how much war veterans like me suffer,where we should be treated fairly we are treated unfairly,the power is on the side of those that beat us down,We don't have anyone to comfort us,I look and saw how much war veterans like me suffer,where we should be treated kind,we are treated unkind,the power is on the side of those that beat us down,We don't have anyone to comfort us,I still can see the tears of war veterans like me suffing from coming back from war,We don't have anyone to comfort us,the power is on the side of those that beat us down,I look and saw war veterans like me suffer,where we should be treated good we are treated badly,I still can see the tears of war veterans like me suffing who are still on this earth while ours conrades have paid the price and die for this country,We still don't have anyone to comfort us, the power is on the side of those that beat us down,I look and saw the country on 9/11 when the enemy came and bomb the USA,We was there to comfort the country and the people that lost love ones,the power was on the side of the military of the USA,We beat them down,so I ask this question????? Who are going to comfort us now,we are no longer soldiers but war veterans all mess up we was not born this way but got this way for fighting for ours country////// SSG Jack Thomas Kirt


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The Unknown Soldier (acrostic)

Tales of heroes beyond, the normal despair of war’s plight,
Hearing of these stories, make us all quiver, in the night.
Each of them that go to fight, any battle, with all their might,

Universally, they are unknown soldiers, until names are released.
None knows the others, until their soul’s battle, against the beast.
Kings and political heads, never battle, for what they believe.
Never placed in harms way, they send soldiers; Mothers grieve
Only the loyal subjects take on the heat, from what they weave.
We honor, the Unknown Soldier, without any name, to perceive.
Nearer to God, these soldiers are known, here only deceased.

Secure, they have left us all, until the next battle to be fought.
Onward, we keep sending those to die, for what, a thought.
Listen, to all the stories, we hear of bravery, by them all.
Dear sweet Jesus, take them to your father, standing so tall.
I never fought any battle; I fight my battles with expressions.
Each of us must remember, soldiers, in their professions.
Remembering, who they could have been, not just impressions.


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Victory

 I laughed out loud the other day,
When in my head, I heard a voice,
 My right brain carried out its threat,
And I shot my left brain dead.


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Never Again

My dearest friend, you always had my back
Even after the day you were sent to Iraq
Navy jokes to me while you were still here
The laughter it made and brought us to tears 

The doubts we had about the enemies at war
How Russia seemed like they wanted more
It is funny the way loss can change lives so quick
Bring minds to depression and make stomachs sick

I hope one day our souls will pass
On golden streets or in heavenly grass
The last thoughts of a soldier are seldom known
It is a dangerous world outside the Green Zone

There are tears in my eyes as the words are thought
What trouble in here, what optimism is sought?
I will try to go on, and finish the mission
You did your best in the terrorist inquisition

I have had sleepless nights and a cramping chest
He was supposed to come home, just like the rest
Two days before my leave he was to return to his friend
A sailor with his Army brother by his side, never again


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RELIGION AGAINST MAN

He hated his brother
Because he practiced another
Men of same wombs
On each other, inflict wounds
The free thinker; their observer
And he saw; eye sores
Men beheaded… burned
Women disemboweled
Bombed
Drug traffickers and the mafia
Show more angels heart
Men obsessed with religion
No place free of them
Hold this illusion
Four virgins and a mansion
For just one man in heaven
So die a martyr
And make it even
In the beginning, was this so?
When men die, do they go?
PLEASE: give me no fairy answer
Except self proven ponder

On the other side
I heard Christ died
Men turned it merchandise
One name, many voices
As the voices, so the vices
Repent. Be baptized
Or die ostracized
Yet in sex, their leaders
Abuse youths and feeders
Adultery in the upper chambers
Sucked the poor dry
So the rich benefits and not die
Name not names
Lest you give them more fame
The free thinker; their observer
And he saw…eye sores
Grieve not alone in chest
It’s same in north; south; east; west

I heard God has his own powers
And he for himself mighty might
So why do for him men fight?
I heard also, the goat can bite
When pushed to the wall
Be that so,
Then there is:
The goat-
The applied force-
And the wall.
Who is the Goat? Man
Who is the force applied?
Circumstances against man
And who is the wall?
Religions against man


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Dear My Sweetheart,

Sweet as your gentle kisses were I cannot recall, 
For now my sweet, keep naught white but my pall, 
Listen not to my ghost who haunts men’s eyes, 
But whisper to me now, whisper your goodbyes.

I have nothing more to give but my holder, 
Do not keep our flame alight, please let it smoulder, 
We can be no longer, just you and only you, 
It is fair and denying that, would be untrue.

Never wonder, never dream of being bound again, 
My mind has gone, for I am bane, 
I wish it were different but my sweet, 
I dare say never once more shall we meet.

I hold to you my candle, it's flame is weak, 
Let it keep alight, let naught drop nor leak, 
Understand my wishes, and put your heart at rest, 
I love deeply, let me end my quest. 


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An air raid

Even an invader's air raid
can be, as we're told, for aid.

Volodymyr Knyr
2014


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That Night in Caen " June 1944 "

In the centre of Caen
On this war torn night
Spandau's strafing
All the Canadian soldiers in sight
 
Sergeant Baker
Is hit in the thigh
A flesh wound its not
He's in bleeding die
 
As he cries out in pain
The bullets rain down
Zipping and pinging
In this beautiful French town
 
His head down
As he awaits his fate
His collar is grabbed
Now in dragging state
 
His colleague and friend
Has risked his life
To save another
From mans war torn strife
 
As they scramble away
Upon them comes
A Tiger tank
Over the wall she runs
 
To a shell hole they dive
As a rocket strikes
Through it's armoured steel
In precision bite
 
Internal explosion
Screams of death
Tank crew gone
In battle reft
 
The town now liberated
In population applause
As we sit in the square
Wondering of wars just cause
 
 
" Dedicated to all the Canadian and British soldiers
    who liberated Caen from June to August 1944 " 




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For in a Doorway Lies

On an Iraqi street
Its all quiet and calm
The way it should be
Without the tyrants palm

Kids are playing
American marines patrol
They don't want to be there
But peace is their goal

A sudden silence
Greets the street
Then all hell breaks loose
Every one falls to their feet

An explosion so powerful
In neighbourhood shake
An all mighty blast
Delivered by mans earthquake

Shrapnel zips
And pings through the air
Voices in scream
Faces in blood run stare

The dust and debris
Drifts all around
As the marines rise
One hears, a crying sound

He follows the cries
For in a doorway lies
A boy of two
In bloodied apply

His small frame
Sodden of red
Lacerations aplenty
On the road to dead

The blanket he clutched
In crimson soak
This soldier, marine
In tear filled choke

He gently lifts
This fragile child
Another innocent casualty
As another war smiles

Sadly, there will be others
Through the months and years
When war will still smile
And ignore all the tears




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Silent Train

In the middle of nowhere
Barren terrain
Silent scatter of suitcases
Surround an empty train
 
Passengers gone
Quietness aplenty
Signs of life none
No visible sentries
 
Carriage after carriage
As far as the eye can see
For the thousands of occupants
Where can they be
 
As we approach the engine
Buildings appear
Smoking chimneys
Figures become clear
 
Stripe suited and shaved
Emaciated to thin
What world have we walked into
Walking skeletal skin
 
The sweet smell
Of the acrid smoke
Stinging our eyes
Catching our throats
 
As we enter the buildings
That are emitting this smoke
The stench and the sight
We're in sickly choke
 
Bodies charred and broken
Naked unjust
In this war that we have lived
Inhuman disgust
 
Night turns to day
As we witness it clear
To do this to humans
What did the Germans fear
 
Later that day
As we hear on the news
We have not witnessed the first
For there has been further abuse
 
We reach Berlin
My platoon and I
Five years of fighting
We still wonder why



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war , he said

Broremann’s war
 
Spring, 1945, German troops in his town were walking about not
carrying arms, they spoke to the locals in a friendly manner.
Looking back it was peace before the peace. Near Broremann's home
there was a tall house occupied by old non- commissioned officers,
middle-aged men in their thirties with children, gave the kids
chocolate and sweets (after the war the building was taken over by
Mormons). 


British troops arrived, put a canteen in a disused fish factory,
the German troops had surrendered. Broremann got white bread
with spam from the British. The Germans left by train; many
of the town´s people came to wave goodbye, there was no
dislike against the common soldiers, wrath was directed at the
local Gestapo who had betrayed their country by being crueler
than the enemy and by sporting rimless Himmler glasses.


Years later Broremann met a docker in Hamburg who had spent
five war years in his town. They drank together and declared
 it had been a peaceful war.


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Remember Us as Smoke

It’s a highway nightmare, or it should be,
but no one’s afraid (too much)
and the road just thunders and hummmms
on and on and on and on
under that greedy summer sun.

All of their guns are cocked and loaded
but we’re still wondering:
	Water or bullets?
	Joke or truth?
	Which is which?
I’m starting to like that you can never be sure
if that’s water or mortality dripping
from their barrels,
from their thumb-tacked smiles.

Then there’s us.
We live in the realm of
nonsense and secrets and
pure dangerlust.
I think it’s the hint
of the war zone in you
that keeps me in this.

You see,
I was born on a battlefield,
in the gunsmoke and sulfur
and dirt and lead;
I was raised in a war zone,
where I scrabbled for a wisp of meaning
among scores of hardened soldiers
(but mostly,
among the ones who had
no choice, 	no love, no fight).

I was forged in violence.

I belong in your
dark,whirling,unforgettable,deep
madness.
You’re a manifestation of trenches and dust,
of rubble and the cold thrill of martyrdom,
and I fit as a toy soldier
(too much truth there)
on the board of a child’s game.

Maybe real people
don’t fit together quite like we do,
but I’d rather be the
blistered pig iron ideal of a vagabond
than some shadow still hopelessly searching
for something that’s not there.

At the end is a firefight of old Hollywood proportions,
but I’m combat-ready and you’re battle-eager,
so let’s stop pretending that we don’t love this anymore.
(because I do I do I love it more than you)
We’ll keep writhing in the dark
until our time is up, but let’s see if
before we fizzle out, maybe we can
take a few of them down with us.

Fight me and love me,
don’t you ever settle
for an armistice, a cowardly end;
not if you want to go out as binary stars
or conjoined twins,
held together not by gravity or skin
but by the struggle to be
the triumphant,
the blood-soaked and victory-stained
godskingsheroesgenerals
of this whole affair.

So I won’t listen when they
say that this is all just something we’ve created
in our heads.
(If war is the opposite of creation,
how could we create one?
When matter and anti-matter
collide,
the only output is mutual annihilation.
Does that make us
n o t h i n g?)

We’re pushing 120 in this
high-octane pipe-dream set on the stage
of the bitterly hopeful Midwest. I’ll play
Bonnie if you’ll be Clyde,
but really, 
I think we’re a second Genesis
that’s been penned as a high-speed chase. 

We will never be hit.
We will never be caught.
We will only win. 
win. 
win.


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When Anger Takes Over

There will be a time when anger takes over.
And all other emotions fade.
Where madness turns to power,
To which diesies are made.

Where the people who think that they own the world,
Who have hatread swelling around them in curls,
Allow the poor to cry out in hunger,
And the rich to eat till they hurl.

Then the monsters that don't like others,
And think that they all should die,
Lock them up in lice ridden cells, 
While they laugh, and say it gives them a good high.

How life above, up in the sky,
Will even fall to its torcher.
They'll start wars, create plagues,
Until one cannot even trust they're mother.

But for those who were lost somewhere in the middle,
Were given a gental gift.
The man who came upon the day,
And hoped to kill anger will a holy riddle.

The children had come upon the streets,
And sat on the man's soft knee.
They learned of love and caring,
Which filled the streets with glee.

Then one day, while the new year raged on, 
The people came with harsh accusations.
He had told of love
He had defied the nations.

The man had tried to end anger,
But failed.
Anger had won, it finished its deed.
They made fun of him as his life was taken through hatread that was nailed.

Into the earth.
Life.
Everything.
With a horrid, angry force of sheer strife.

No more emotions on the rise.
Only broken hearts,
And starless skies,
And people throw angry darts.

There will come a time when anger will take over.
And all other emotions fade.
Where Hitlers, and Satans run the world.
And the earth's death bed is made.






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Memorial Day

You fought over the smallest of sand

For my country in a foreign land

Advance all the time and never retreat

USA is number one and can never be beat

The military taught you how to survive

I hope you can make it home alive

 

 

When everything is all said and done

You fought with your life for my freedom

Thank you for fighting for me

Now I know freedom doesn’t come free

What you did for America makes me feel over come

Thank you for fighting for my freedom

 

 

Remember them for the blood the gave

To make America home of the brave

Army Navy Air force Marine

Toughest old boys you’ve ever seen

Hopefully they’ll get back to those crying mothers

They will be alright with they’re band of brothers

 

 

When everything is all said and done

You fought with your life for my freedom

Thank you for fighting for me

Now I know freedom doesn’t come free

What you did for America makes me feel over come

Thank you for fighting for my freedom

 

They sent them to the school of hard knox

Now they’re coming home in a pine box

Zipped up in a in a bag

They gave they’re family a flag and a dog tag

Remember them when you pray

Stand tall for them and remember them on Memorial Day


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Brainwashism

Desensitized
from the world'd murky underbelly
self mutilate your soul
free your mind
serve the masses to the wolves
controlled by greedy mercenaries
hungry for power
society corrupted by corporate logos
brainwashed to purchase the goods
materialism to the very core
money equals power
equals corruption
billions spent on warfare
kill to make that green
evil has no borders


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My Son

These words I write with tear filled eyes, 
As a new dawn comes to light. 
Another day without you Son, 
Nor' a star filled winters night. 

Your Mother sends her love dear boy, 
As our hearts are torn in two. 
A Major came to see us Son, 
He brought us news of you. 

He told us of your courage, 
Of the fight that lay ahead. 
The soldier that we knew you were, 
Then he told us, " you were dead". 

You left for a tour of duty, 
With the army in your heart. 
We are proud to have had you in our lives, 
We won't always be apart. 

You fought for Queen and country, 
Now your duty sure is done. 
A man, a friend, a soldier, 
And my ever loving Son.....


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Around the corner

I wont tell you the stories he has told me,
or the reason why for weeks and months
he couldn’t sleep.
About the walk around the corner,
he kept walking round that corner,
walking round that corner
for days and months and weeks.
That isn’t my story to tell you, only his;
but I can tell you that he walks around
that corner through his days
and through his weeks.
I can tell you that he marched them home
leading from the front,
right down through the Guildhall
to the sound of thudding drum.
I can tell you that he marched all those
young boys home.
All of them, but one.


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See Me

See me rest in peace with 'the sickest' on my tomb stone. See me running up to the enemy while you've gone prone. You've got to be strong in the mind as well as the soul. No other enemy's will know what you know. See me defending you. As of right now our best option is to stay true.

See me by you're side when the sky went black. I'll be here right when the devil chooses to attack. Take what you want there will be no going back. Now what you need to focus on is survival. You need to gain strength if you're going to survive along side you're rival's. They'll try to push you down. I have faith that you wield a force strong enough to take the almighty crown. Now let's try and be real. I don't know how to say this. But i have messed up our deal.

I was supposed to give you Happiness and The Human Breed. Instead i gave you Untrue peace and Eternal greed. Remember these tactics they will help you fight the battle. When the enemy is upon do not shake make a noise or rattle. Me and You can help fight the world's problem's. Even if it hurt's when we see the outcome. But I love you son and i will always be with you. I hope to see you're staying Good Proud And True.


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Deployment of a Female Soldier

She writes with pain,
tears in her words,
and a salty whimper in her sigh.

She walks without feeling,
hiding her fears,
sheltering her sadness.

She only cries alone,
for no one to hear,
so no one can see.

She is true and real,
strong and fair,
prepared to accept her failure;
prepared to accept her demise.


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Greed

The Mother of Prostitutes,
How well she would dress,
Kept all her wealth, just to impress,
Others were starving, many in need,
That didn’t stop her from feeding her greed,
Now dressed in her new attire, 
she waits with no plea,
Only in the morning can she go out to sea,
Sail through Revelations, 
where her end seems to come,
All for her need for an instant lump sum.


By: Sabina Nicole


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Soldier

MY FIRST PATRIOTIC


SOLDIER


Thoughts drift towards another world
Mind starts thinking in different fold

Lets you down with no hope for
When loved ones leave alone for war

Moments spent were really happier
Day they left eyes were full of tears

Dark night waiting to sight 
Joining the group in the loop
They were traveling with the troop

Fighting hard with the foes 
They showed courage, brought them to toes

Land was full of blood as seen 
To be martyrs, they were so keen

Victory is what for which they die
Furling the TRICOLOR in the SKY.


------YASHU


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Shakespearean tragedy me

path of least resistance
the souls do choose
and thus we have a soul mate
what better way for a god
or demi god to rid themselves of one not to be
me the shakespearean tragedy
living in a world
far from fair
my gut tells me i shouldnt be here
and love needs to be spared
plan to fail
plan to fail
sorry love
i must turn you away
away in disgust
become everything i truly dislike about myself
and hold it to the extreme

the one left loving me
the one left there by my side
the one who stands tall with me as i plan to fall
is my murderer to be
my soul mate
the one the gods have cursed
alas they have cursed me

the path of least resistance
is it in your life?
when the tough gets going do you get tough?
or do you do what you can while you can
in the name of beauty and love
and show the gods what they shoulda woulda could of

a war in the name of using love as a weapon


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Abuse

Trapped. No where to hide.You scream at me through the door.Though your words still 
sting me.
I sit on the ground alone.Blood drips down like tears. tears run down like rain.The room's 
spinning.  My heart bursts out of my clothes.We got into a fight.  Why is unclear.
I tried to leave.  You hit me. I fell.I started to cry.  You kicked me.A sharp pain burst out of 
my chest.  I could not breath. I have little energy,I kicked you.  You fell. I ran to our 
bedroom.
I am trapped.  No where to hide.I'm weak. I stumble to your Night stand.I see a gun.You 
break down the door.  I grab the gun.You start to choke me, squeezing my throat like you 
were trying to get some sort of juice out of me.
I pull the trigger.
BANG!Trapped.  No where to hide.Your grip feels looser.   Your face in pain.
You fall down. i fall into darkness.Free.  No need to hide.


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tides are risen from tears of love

when oceans rise beyond
the beaches, and 
it seems like the 
sky is leaking
water that fills 
the sea
above its very limits
and when those
tears stop falling
from the sky
where they fell 
the only place
that is the waters
edge is the mountain
that you land on.


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All we do is fight

You  scream

I scream

I walk away

You stay away

You beg

You plead

I cry and wither

I lay in bed

and think- why does this keep happening

I soak my pillow

You appear

I shoo you away

You stomp and cause my heart to stop

You simply walk away

I cry some more

I fall asleep

I wake

I remember

I go to you

I climb in bed

I curl close

and kiss your lips

I never want to let go, or be let go of

All is well

All is good, till we fight again


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The Wind Will Never Forget

The tears of life now sleep with them
the guns have found their silence.
These fields of war are now in peace,
only the poppies remain 

These red petals that cover this land
with remembrance of yesterday,
of the suffering and pain,
for our lads have passed this way.

These brave boys
Who bore their innocence 
to this thing we call war
who renounced their gift of life for us

Strangers to you and me
yet more dearer to our souls than family
for here lies the cross of Jesus
the pain of everyman

That sacrifice that only youth can give
their epitaph is our peace 
The rose of England bows its head
in reverence and humbled grace
and may god bless all of them

For our boys were the roses
that flowered in every village
the Jack’s and Jimmie’s
the Tom’s and the Bert’s
No more footsteps for mother to hear
their laughter stolen by the wind
all quiet now in village square

But on a wall in a foreign land
their names are lovingly remembered.
Grandchildren shout their names with pride
for they are the seeds of England
 this immortal rose cannot die
for they were beautiful 

And we who are alive
you who take the time to stop
who bow your heads in silence
will feel their pain
 
Feel the pain of Nations grief
as the petals fall from above
and we will remember life
for life is what they gave to us
 
The poppies that grow in Flanders field
are reminders of those who have no grave
and our tears will remember them too.
We who live in freedom,
because of them, because of them.


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MY SQUALID JOURNEY TO A CERTAIN PARADISE

So morose and so lonely my sordid path is
lost in all this colossal wreck
a beauty spot in all this, that which mar the facet of earth

so destitute the walks of my path, with footsteps traced back
by the lingering stench of ancient fossils and putrid flesh,
the essence of life spelt from wars fought for the affairs of the heart
for love and hate

yet still the sound of tramping dost my life compose
for since this world I first eyed with wariness and upon my knees
i preyed upon my foes, crawling and stalking the shadows
away from this world that saw the babe's innocents
as something to impugn

stalked away from the eyes of the whole tumult
for no such rancorous ways ever beget acquiescence
nor do I seek merit in the eyes of scorn let alone
A life in the wombs of demise.


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Ode To Napoleon

Restlessness in spirit...
he became 'The Corsican,'
over-bearance of a mother
he was forced to take a stand!
And he became...
Anxious!

Counter-veiling parent ways,
a struggle for his life.
A paradox, he was attached
to Josephine, his wife.
And he became...
Lonely!

From his father he derived,
magnetic forces... not contrived.
From his mother, discipline...
as an influence he would win!
And he became...
Aggressive!

All his moods authenticated,
and his habits demonstrated!
One reserved... he was alone...
when provoked and on his own,
he became...
Ruthless!

As a 'poor boy' he embittered,
cynicism as he whithered.
Feelings all about his mother...
made him wary of another.
And he was...
Suspicious!

Pessimism without rest,
as he tried to be the best!
Perfectionism with disdain,
Napoleon, he would remain...
Impatient!

A Romantic fantasy...
as he struggled to be free!
Contradiction... he persisted...
obstacles which he resisted,
and he became...
Neurotic!

Self-destruction played a part,
'Raison d etat' became his art!
His adventures they'd explain...
a defiance for his gain.
And he became...
Impulsive!

Betrayal was a theme in life,
his possession for a wife.
Hail Josephine in all her flare...
but she became a snare!
And he was...
Depressed!

Money, it was his obsession,
predominant in his depression!
Napoleon was...
Reckless!

Sexuality for his desire,
when a woman was on fire...
Napoleon was so naive
for any woman to receive,
and he became...
Secretive!

A pragmatist or so it seems,
a fantacist with his own dreams...
Two sides of great Napoleon,
but he would win!
And he became...
Lucky!

Napoleon, he was a charmer...
indecisive in his armor.
Napoleon, he had his way...
all his men that he would sway,
and he became...
Intollerant!

An intellect with awesome range,
prodigious memory without change.
A lucid mind that he offset...
those qualities which he'd regret.
Napoleon became...
Romantic!

An intellectual was at war,
satisfaction to get more!
All for his imagination
he became...
Obsessed!

Napoleon, he searched for light,
in the sky for his delight.
He claimed he saw his star...
and he went far!
And he became...
A Hero!

and crowned himself...
Emperor!


Robert's Book of Poetry
from Napoeloen...A Biography
by Frank McLynn


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The Truth


The mind set 
That it is too late,
To heal a land devastated by national decay,
Cracked foundations,
Distorted views,
Spiritually anorexic souls floating in the wind,
Wrecked youth, products of the former generation,
Corrupt politicians growing colder, bolder, fallen soldiers,
The mind set
That we are too far gone,
To stand for what’s right and restore a well-balanced appetite,
Numbing entertainment,
Distracting technology,
All leading us down down down
Who will arise?
Who will say enough?
History has proven that all it takes is one.


BY: Sabina Nicole
Written:11-22-11


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a conflict of words

i miss the affect and effect
my father's experiences
of mindless mass destruction
and madness
that had me pinned to every word
as moonlight on each
shone down on their dugout

'johnny, got a light'

dad lit his zippo

turned

and eric was gone

he didn't hear a thing
no bullet whirr
not even the 'tink' of his helmet

and i think how good it is
to smell life
to sniff an ambush of the heart
under heavy fire as he
forced to headlong a ditch
landed tete-a-tete
on the bloated green remains
of the enemy
and promptly puked over its putrid face
and shat himself
terrified
he'd not hear the next 'tink'

six hour he laid there
six ****ing hours
****less

and i '****' and carp
as my oh-so convenient
worldwide walkie-talkie bill
dollops the coconut footwipe
and curse the dog crapped patio

can you imagine

i can feel the ****

the blink last glance in the mirror

reflecting how lucky i am
to breathe this chink of words
for your pleasure
tear or revulsion
your notions of a small constellation

and how good it is to eye
those chinks in the dark
that effeminate uncle john
may have faced
but for happenstance

his brother donald being short-fused
had stuck his cornea with scissors
which saw him stage
his most memorable performance
tending the testosterone of gold braid
for the duration
down the salt-watered south

others committed harakiri
for such failing the flag
for humility's sake

or the drip drip drip 
of a tortuous rising sun

or the footrot thunder of a flemish field
or sodden wood where
on a sudden an adolescent fritz
no more summers than fifteen
crossed hairs in his eye

and dad sighted
his mutter at home
worried for the safe return of her joy
and her heart broken
by the black edged letter
as he triggered his brain
to a million specks of red

and wept uncontrollably
for an age
the futility and long awaited remembrance
of all those poor bastards whose heroics
led them insane
and blindfolded by their own waste

but it's dog eat dog

someone has to helm the hounds
be the master of bloodshed
suicide dead or alive
when demons rise

and i think of the insomnia
souls nightmared by hazard
horror lost hope
and the monsters that hatched
and slithered rope tricks
to mangoes pineapples
and hog plums

yet how good
to bite the sinful fruit
to feel the thunder of a storm

the cosiness of chintzy-chintzy
chinwags and muffled naughtiness
secreted beneath blankets
underground
amid the cramped inconveniences
of smells and belly rumbles

and the weather speaks gales
blowing from the north

as on the day he reached
a small homestead
somewhere in belgium
a one room
one door where a woman hung
from a knife through the throat
her mammaries and genitalia
ripped from her red
and her daughter
of a few million breaths
swung in the chilled air
from a meathook in a beam
while a sepia'd loved one
stood by and smiled

and i think of the propaganda
the espionage and intrigue
the red herrings meticulously cast
for the irony of a pretend war
enduring the stark misery

but lies can be a bonus
in extreme circumstances
to assuage the inevitable hurricane
of atrocities
infidelities
in the apple of its eye
and how good it is
to feel the skin and wetness
of love
of gooseflesh giggling

to laugh a moment's relief
as father's platoon
in a lull from fear and sunshine
as they smoked and dusted their boots
through the ardenne forest
five abreast
hundreds of them 
when a whistle shellshocked the blood
pumping from the neck of
'jockey whips'
a glaswegian from peckham
who loved his potatoes greasy
and collapsed
after several headless footfalls

they never found his looks

and dad hungered how good
another chance of roast pork
and a handshake would be

and i think of the logistics
that beggars belief
and how much better equipped
to manage death than life
we are
with all the fields that have harvested
bones of memories
blood rusted metal
medals hung from heroes
and arseholes alike

and i think of the what ifs

had little maria schicklgruber
drowned in a viennese lake

had hitler a bullet with his name
in world war one

the lives that would have had
their due iceblink of this gift
this diamond moment
to experience sunups
moonlight serenades
of love as i've been blessed
because an austrian megalomaniac 
choreographed my parents footsteps 
to me
affecting and effecting your life
with my words


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September 11th

Today’s the day
When it all went down.
The pain and sorrow,
And the worlds big frown.
It shouldn’t have happened,
All those innocent people,
Who had to be there,
Now have God as their keeper.
It wasn’t their time to go.
I feel horrible for their families.
I just want to ask you,
 To pray for them please.
The terrorists that did this
Will get what they deserve.
They’ll get Satan’s kiss!
They must be heartless
To even think of this!
There are people to thank
Like the firemen and cops,
And a lot of people gave blood.
Even if it was just drops.
When the towers got hit,
The world thought it was an accident.
No one would’ve guessed
That it was really terrorists.
So don’t forget this day.
Its part of our painful history.
It’ll be in the books.
But why it happened,
Will always be a mystery.


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who titles these

lust intoned
with death.
and people, friends,
speak of ends
of where we go..
They know, within an atrophy
they goad.

they claim then with arrogance that all is lust,
and that lovers lie to truth.
But i would find,
with my eyes,
that they still must goad...
And it means that they soon shall find their seams
unwind.


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Human Rights to Humans Right

On this subject of fair play, as War has had, its deathly day
Where once it had meaning, and came from the heart
Families moved on with a different start.

In Fairness and War
These rules were laid down
Where ever they fell
In cities and towns.

To tend the injured, or sick on land
To tend the injured, or sick at sea
To treat the prisoners of war as well
To treat us civilians in war yippee!!

Its civilian life that bears modern brunt
Families of taken that have to request their rights
Many a murder out of the theatres of War
What do these placed people take us for.

A store teller shot in the evening one night
The shooters the COWARDs, take hurried flight
They need not to run, if they were not there before
Intent of rob, what ever the score.

Once they are caught, cocky bastards they be
Honestly officer, it was'nt me
I was out of State, out of the Country
Before you pin it, what evidence have ye?

On many an occassion, the guilty are caught
Some schooled, some never taught
No reasons are given, as you ask them to say
What were their motives, on that given day.

The cocky will speak, as the solemn ones are quiet
The cocky ones open, where the quiet self riot
As they both look back, at the actions of they
Changes many lives i have to say.

It goes to court, in this Corporate world
Barristers, Lawyers playing human twirl
Dollars and Sterling to get these guys off
They are guilty as sin, as they silently scoff.

In many cases, in our SOCO scenes
The evidence is clear as it means
Yet many a killer, from many a scene
Lives for ever, if you know what i mean.

The fairness of a life for a life
A festered equation in this human strife
A family has lost a father and friend
His killers not on their journeys end
Instead they live for years to come
An incredible sentence for this deadly scum.


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Jack and Jill took the hill

Jack and Jill
took the hill
and innocence
and innocents 
came tumbling 
down


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After the Knock

Two young children play outside the house,
Inside a mother watches through windows folding a blouse.

With the kids in the back she heads to the chair,
When through the front window come soldiers, a pair.

One is dressed like her husband the other more like a priest,
Then came the knock, sounding like a relentless beast.

Her mind said just leave them outside at the door standing,
Her hand opened the door, on her knees she felt herself landing.

The soldiers told of her husbands fate,
Wanting them to just leave her tears could not wait.

The two young children came in the backdoor,
Seeing two soldiers and their mommy on the floor.

The oldest asked mommy what is the matter,
Come here my blessings, hugging, I will explain it later.

Her world had flipped, turned upside down,
He returned to her in a casket with a flag draped all around.

They had to drive from the airport to their small country plot,
She couldn’t count the people lined along the road, but it was a lot.

Each one waved a flag, some cried as if they knew her girls’ dad,
She’d never seen most of them, but seeing them now made her glad.

She saw signs that read “Welcome home Hero” and she filled with pride,
Even that couldn’t stop the tears, at the gravesite she just cried.

She stayed there saying goodbye, her family had to pull her away,
She’s glad they did for she wouldn’t have left his side that day.

She is exhausted, overwhelmed, she must sit down,
Then she sees the photo of him in a Tux and her in a wedding gown.

How could this be real, she’s too young to be a widowed wife,
He was her partner, best friend, the love of her life.

Now the hours have past his vessel is in the ground,
All the parties are leaving she’s alone in their home, not a sound.

She weeps in her chair alone in the dark no sound but the clock,
God help her find strength, a way to move forward, after the knock.


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A Shameful Few

Chip away at the surroundings,
To get to the spoils inside.
Mindless of devastation,
Or the pain as a nation cries.

Off in a new direction,
The agenda must be upheld.
Global unification?
A very grim fairy tale!

Greed on their back as they pillage,
Warmongers with hue and cry!
Fodder sent home in a wooden box,
As more and more people still die!

Freedom and liberty long gone,
As we are snared in the tellers net.
Peasants and squires of near future.
In the worst game of risk ever yet!

Stolen and lost are our rights
As the parasites hold their heads high!
Choking on lies as they spew their untruths
As to why the next country must die!

Nothing it seems will stop them,
Hell bent on their mission it seems.
The ruination of the world...
As they crush its inhabitants dreams!

Turning on their own people
People they should try and protect.
When that trust is gone it’s all over,
Because what do the people have left?

Civilized nations turned monster
By the leaders consumed with greed
No happily ever after....
Just the planting of evil’s seed!

Chip away at the surroundings,
To get to the spoils inside.
Mindless of devastation,
Or the pain as a nation cries!


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Warning Sign

Surly you have put   
                your word to pen
the winds have carried them
have dispersed them               upon the globe
the game pieces          are in place
and the populace   lives    under
               dense clouds of darkness
though not awake                   aware of determinations
                        a war machine
funded with flesh              and gold
                        as oxen under yoke
who have no say           in what their masters plow
 
They HAVE been             forewarned
surly your WORD       has come         full circle
you have called out                 the future
and given knowledge       of fortresses
                        battlements and shields
 
The 1st WAR             your minds
The 2nd WAR            your hearts
The 3rd WAR             your flesh
 
             the full destruction of corruptions
 
Surly your intentions have 
                          been fully shown for any knowing
the instructions of the King
but they have been led astray
                           and loved to have it that way
 
You keep sending           your servants
the watchmen who view            into distances
to tell what was far off                  has come close
 
 
The Temple and the Bride
               are nearly completed
the invitations to all            the guests 
not one single soul       is exempt
                of participation
freewill will have a whole              new meaning
you can choose the          royal law           of Life
 
or be driven        off the cliffs
by unruly                          angels
because the            ideology            of WAR
            and fear        driven        by rulers
whose behavior is                   so corrupt 
         that we liken      them   to being    demonic
 
Come now where is your              reason
that you           should choose            WAR
             over the avenues of peace
everywhere        you turn          is a sign
            and it says         beware
wake up           wake up             wake up
                before you sleepwalk 
                    into death
 
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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Man's Plague

It’s so amazing just how naïve we are when we’re born,
Pure innocence in the flesh that only last but a while through the morn.
Cause life comes along to taint and stain the canvas violently,
With such ugly brush strokes that scar the flesh thoroughly.


Imagine how a babe grows up to go beyond hatred and kill his fellow brother,
Or how a pretty baby girl barely makes it to womanhood before she is eaten like lunch by her own father.
Where and when did I miss the day when God wrote in stone that it's a disgrace to be anything but white?
How comes these “superior” white humans can’t bleed liquid gold, cry diamonds, and escape every earthly plight?


How dreadfully ironic that the Justice System sees no need for justice against a heartless murderer,
Who’s a self-proclaimed hero claiming that he was purging a community of an “armed and dangerous nigger”.
But it’s a wonder how dangerous this boy really was considering his armor and weaponry,
A hoodie for a shield and his choice of ammunition… a packet of Skittels and a bottle of ice tea.


When did the Almighty die and pass on the throne to a man to give him the super power and authority,
To enchant a woman in the name of “love”only to abuse her…condemn her very nature and ravage her relentlessly!
Why is it that a woman feels so empty that she fills herself with every Tom, Dick and Harry,
And not one would rather help her lost soul, instead of passing her on to their friend named Jerry.


Is it really the malicious heart of life that seems to take pleasure in plaguing the earth,
Or is man really just a wolf in sheep clothing from birth?
Whatever and wherever the answer to this phenomenon hides one thing is true,
No number of political elections, warfare or Sabbath sermons will get us through.
Cause man is wicked, and will rob his own soul of peace like a heartless bandit,
Yet this same man yearns to be loved, although he will die before he himself shows it.


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during and after

The cannon sounds everyone around is terrified; they see lost lives


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I WANT WAR


Why we have missiles?
To get them rusted in some iron containers,
And to do nothing when we continue to loose our men,
children in ghastly act done by coward soldiers of terrorists.


Why we have army, air-force & navy when we don’t have courage,
To fight that bastard who is responsible for every tear of my eye.
I hate dying like this again & again after every ridicules shot of those
Terrorists, if they want to kill me, kill me before me but not after me.


My life has changed because of that hidden enemy, I get checked
Every time I go to my metro or library as if I am not a human being
But an object, I am tired of this life; you may not see the chains I am in,
But let me tell you, I am not free.


They kill me in bus, train, market, plane; they kill me in hotel, road, beach and
Lane. They kill me anywhere they want and I get killed easily and always.
If it’s only me who has to get killed every time and everywhere then why not
In a bigger occasion like a war then to find a bomb in my own car.


Enough is enough ……….. I want WAR.


This time I am not going to blame any minister, politician, officer,
Policeman or even my enemies.
If it’s my fate to live like this, I am going to accept it and fight against it,
To either win my life or loose it, bravely.


When my GOD send me to this earth, he didn’t told me that I have to
Live in such a great fear and uncertainty.
That means he wanted me to enjoy life free & fearless and going by his
Choice, I will not leave myself on the mercy of some ill-minded men.


I miss the song of sparrow in this noise of guns; I miss the smell of air which is
choked by the smoke of burning layers, I miss all the things I used to do freely
when I was small and I wish my earth would not have had to face these
days but I know life will never be the same again as it was.


This is not that kind of world; I would like to leave behind me for my children,
And to the people who will come on this land after me.
Its time to act, to do what is needed and to kill the killers before we get killed.
My patience has crossed the bar.


We cannot afford this ‘peace’ …………….I want WAR.


[Throughout the poem I- stands for INDIAN not for the poet]
………………………………………………………………………….by every INDIAN not only VG!!


Epilogue

After the Mumbai attack on 26-29 November 2008 the poet was shattered, he was crying, he was angry, frustrated and wanted to launch a war on terrorists.


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unbalenced light and dark

the balence of light and dark
has merged with 
its own balenced 
perfection, was light
is what was dark,
what it is ,
is what it was,
for it will never be
its own perfection,
and darkness
still never
understands 
the light.


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Stasis

It’s quiet in here
Almost completely silent
All I can hear is the dying mechanical hum 
of whatever’s barely keeping me alive

I’m suspended in something
Much like liquid 
but far more restricting

My eyes are burning 
So I keep them closed
And it’s that much less pain I feel

It takes all I have
To reach out and touch the glass
And wonder what’s out there
Wonder what I’m missing

If I’ve got to stay here my entire life
Then what’s the point of....living?


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Extinctions

Extinctions (A Quatern, 1 May 2014)

The waves receded from the shore.
A creature strived to breathe the gas.
It lived beneath the waves no more;
First of it's kind to walk the grass.

Came reptiles and amphibians.
The waves receded from the shore.
A meteor's oblivion
Ended the reign of dinosaur.

Those that survived came to the fore,
And peaked with the larger mammals.
The waves receded from the shore.
Man reigned over the animals.

Man's greatest enemy: HIMSELF.
Not respecting what came before,
He killed everything, thus himself.
The waves receded from the shore.


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Reflections of a Mortal Light

Peaceful are the water lilies in flower
The ripples of contentment belong to the fish
and quiet is the grass that has healed this scene.
Lone tree crater is a ghost from the past
and it is here where God and Devil,
did put their differences aside.
To shed tears for man’s insanity.

The year is 1917
 and life and death is measured
 in corpses left behind on land now forgotten.

This crater born one of 19,
 its first cry ordained in 445 tons of explosives.
A mythical being stamping each footstep
across the Messines Ridge, 
silencing life in its wake.

A roar of death that can be seen by all,
troops are but wild animals caught in the headlight of its gaze,
helpless and forsaken with nowhere to run.

10,000 Germans with no grave,
their bodies vaporised.
Delivered by blue clay tunnel
Under the lines by British miners brave.
Though German pride would disagree.

Up above the mortars creep a relentless path
and down the ridge the British are advancing.
But they are mortal men
 and their bodies are but eggs thrown against steel.
Death is all around this day.

But in this war death is every day,
survival feeds on primal being.
Kill and kill again, he who falls short will die.
Reward lies in darkened sky under the stars
and a billet lined with mud

But death will not let the soldiers rest
and medals of tin will not protect.
Be glad of cigarette to calm the nerves,
be glad of letters from home,
for these are the memories of life.

And sanity dictates that all men are born to die,
this death that is inevitable,
 allows these soldiers a few precious seconds
to realise a truth.
It is the Earth that owns the man.
The will of man cannot steal this.

And as the soldier falls their allegiance grows dark
another lover’s heart is broke
Mother’s womb will cry alone
while children’s hands hold on to father’s gift
for he cannot hug them anymore.

Messines Ridge twelve hours of bloody Glory and 50,000 dead
This smell of decay is a reminder to the living
Less they forget their duty to life.

And what of the 10,000 
Who left their bones on their last step of mortality?
To wander this earth without a grave.
The bones of the elephant will always be loved
Can we say the same by them?

History has left us these waves of white marble,
proudly keeping the ranks of the dead in line.
Their ghosts are ready to march again 
and in the rear the new recruits volunteer,
for war will always be with us.



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Battle of Manila

My great, great, Uncle who fought in the
 Spanish-American War, although this was 
long before my time I was proud, my hero…

As told to me, he was in the Battle
 of Manila, he lost his life on March 30, 1899
 in this Battle…

Sending all the bodies of the heroes who 
fell on the Manila battlefield were brought
 to their respective homes…

The boy who gave his life for his 
country in the Spanish and Philippine
 Wars, arrived in Osceola Monday 
at 10:45 a.m. for burial near his
 family home…

War is a terrible thing, but freedom
 Is not free and it is a must!

By Sandra Lea Hoban
©2012


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Freedom

We are sullenly mourning
For security from the demoralizing night
I am despairingly probing
For mercy to carry us back to our divine flight

We are all wishing for infinite freedom
We are all seeking for an abundant kingdom

If we are living in pure happiness, why are we so emotional inside and out?
Why are we painstakingly tracking down a getaway away from this mystifying dilemma? What is all this venturing about?
If we are swaying in the rhythm of faultless jolliness, why are we vexing about the departure of our best friend?
It isn’t in our control…so get a grip or we'll fall!
If we build up our friendship, we'll have wounds to mend
So stop your blaming and cursing or we'll be in appall 

If we are all leaders, why are we panicking?

We are all leaders…we aren’t senseless pleaders!
So face your phobias and get out of the deserted state!
We are all leaders…we will not give in, vile deceivers!
Saunter out of sight, so we won’t meet our unsettling fate!

You meddled with our cries
So don't point fingers, you insidious devil
And forced us to believe your jaded lies
SHUT YOUR MOUTH! I don't want to consider your excuses, for our truth stands still

If we are living in pure happiness, why are we not meant to be?
If we are living in pure happiness, why are we battered and bent?
If I am living in pure happiness, why am I not free?
Could we ever discard this horrifying dilemma that pounds on us like cement?


We must act like a leader—tough and vigilant
Striving to survive!
We must mimic like a leader—buff and independent
Struggling to stay alive!

Disregard the mourning state;
Drive out the defiant enemies and make them face their damnations
So we can joyfully integrate and negotiate
You’d do me a favor to cease your supplications!  


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When they love their children as much as they hate us the war will be over

When they love their children as much as they hate us the war will be over

Its doesn't matter which side your on
Whether your a viva viva palestina
Or an am yisrael chai
You know which side is evil, committed all
Wrongs, sometimes you meet people who 
Extol the virtues of this treacherous, 
Terrible oppressor /terrorist
With their shock and awe tactics and 
Disregard for freedom or the right to life And the pursuit of happiness
And sometimes for a minute, particularly 
When you talk to someone you think is 
Intelligent it becomes harder to maintain the 
View on this malignant party you tried hard 
To campaign for and against and although 
Peace (of mind) is all you want
All you could dream of
With this entity at the negotiating table 
Independence is swapped for catastrophe And war
If you give them what they want you will
Have nothing except the need to a right of 
Return to a better time


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Prayer To My Self

Walking away might be the most hardest things for a man to do, you cant even imagine what that feeling can do to you. Falling flat on your face would be better than to look shameful, even walking around naked around the streets would be cool. But like any story in life goes, there is always that one person that will help you get back on your feet and walk again. No matter how much you fall, no matter how much you stumble upon a struggle, that person will be there with you till the end. Give love and thanks to this person who never leaves your side and helps you put a smile on your face everyday. When the day comes to an end and you know that the person has to go, all you can wish is for your special person to stay. Mine has walked away on me, I was so blind that i couldn't see. She wanted everything for her self, for me to change and be what she wanted me to be, but i had to let her go and never see this person again, cause it would only be worse in the end. Writing this is more painful than getting your body tattooed, writing this is more painful than getting over screwed. Writing this is more painful than words, writing this is more painful than razor sharp swords. No matter how much you try to let it out it just wouldn't come out, the pain is way to deep and its almost like its tattooed on your bodies gout. haven't i been hurt enough in this world, i just don't understand why i am being treated like this, is it cause i am better than you and have nothing to look forward too but my blue and black handkerchief? The cut was way to deep my dear, you just cant imagine, i have been cut and bruised for the last time, i can promise you that. No one will ever touch this body or hurt this soul ever again, if you wish to try so, go ahead and check it, but before that go ahead and get yourself a casket.


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The Color Red

At the beginning it was all so great,
but now i am walking away from this state.
I loved ever moment that we spent together,
I thought we would go on like that forever. 

But i am sorry to say that you have torn my heart apart,
I was praying on my hands and knees from the start.
Praying so that this would not happen,
but it happened and it ain't stopping. 

I beet my self in the chest now for letting this go so far,
I wish i could just forget this all to remove this scar.
The scar that you left on my soul is way too deep,
everything poring out of it is nasty and smells so creep. 

I know that people say to "Forgive and Forget",
but i can do only one thing, and its pore it out without a fit.
So i am done with this hell people call life,
i am on the edge of this earth waiting to survive. 


Dedicated to the one that broke my heart. 
No names will be spoken.


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The Crushed Skulls

The Crushed Skulls

the crushed skulls

and the 

torn-off legs

and the 

single shots piercing countless heads


women, men, children
young, old, everyone just a human being

when will we tire of the senseless killing which we keep on impotently seeing


the gaping wounds soaked in blood

dismembered corpses piled high in some humid make-shift shit-stenched mortuary

who will remain to someday write, war's final obituary


for the killing goes on in the name of tribe
faith
race
religion
caste
sect

and the vested interests above all

but who really hears the whimpering sobs of a 4 year olds call

for her mother, father, brother, sister

as she lies dying, bleeding out like a gutted animal, on the stinging gravel

while we deliberate and engage and while to Geneva we always travel

to sign some scraps of paper that merely postpone the killing for a while

while the putrefying carcasses of human beings lie side by side, mile after bloody mile


war is ugly, they tell us

but necessary too

and we go to war for peace 

while the generals and the money-men and the politicians drink and dance and screw


war is ugly

it is indeed

but so are we

if we fail to see the humanity stripped away 

and peeled off the skin of that 4 year old girl

and if her cries for help we do not heed


war and guns and bombs and the very latest smart nuke

sickens me as it should us all
making us retch and puke

but who gives a **** about the bombs falling far away

we've got chores to do, margarine to buy, and take the family out for the day


war is ugly

so they tell us

while loading the magazines without much of a fuss

war is ugly

and cold and brutal and evil as the hounds of some distant hell

but who gives a **** for we have sneakers to buy and stocks to sell

war is ugly

but so are you and I

for we remain silent

as the bombs fall incessantly on

out of the open sky

shame on me and shame on us all, that much I believe is true

for our silence in the face of misery is tacit acceptance

and try as we might to inure ourselves 

I am as complicit in it all

as are you...


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Who are these People Pt 1

who are these people?
where do they come from?
they are older than time can measure, sadly
hopeless and a hazard to others and themselves
unable to move their vessel body, physically handicapped
through years of wear and tear and genetic mutation,
......and their mind
seems to be corroded and rustic
likes plates of steel left out in a thousand thunder storms
i wonder
how these people got here
being so retarded, challenged, in-capacitated, unable
asking questions that a dumb blind drunken monkey could answer
just by looking at them I can feel the presence of cancer
they are dying
as flowers would do with only a moon
i talk with them, as the babble, and drool
and struggle to stand for more than 2 minutes
and struggle to walk across the room
to show me their new exercise to improve the demented motion they call a golf swing
i take a breath and listen, nod my head,
wishing that i gave a fluff, but i dont.....instead
id rather continue watching a documentary on the paleo-indians who survived through 
the ice age
that eventually became the native peoples of Canada.
2 more incoherent zombies walk through the door,
with looks on their face of confusion, and death
they step up on the treadmill huffing and panting
and ask me to set them up 
level one, for 3 minutes, 
im thinking in my head...you cant be serious.


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Temporary Release

Temporary release,
Lover’s weary empire,
Anything to make the void subside for one more second,
Temporary relief,
Smiles turn to dust,
Anything to escape the past for one more minute,
Temporary freedom,
Light, covered by thick smoke,
Anything to prolong the mess,
All the anything’s get less and less,
Temporary life,
We are all just passing through,
Anythings lead to nothings,
if your something is not the TRUTH.

By: Sabina Nicole


Details | Light Poetry | |

The evils of war

Was not every one a child?
Joy to their mother and father
And growing up as a kid
With wonder and laughter

Then they go to school 
Playing games having fun
And become a voice for others
When they don’t have one

Then some give hope to the people
Giving speeches from their tower
Then commits inhumane atrocities
When they get the taste of power

Today the worlds are full of hate
An evil that has no end
While many starves to death
For war money are spend

Men like Adolph Hitler, Robert Mugabe
George bush Jr, tony Blair, ayatollah Khomeini
Kim jong ll, idi amin, Benjamin Netanyahu
Just to name a few criminals of humanity

Pol pot murders millions in Cambodia
And the world close their eyes
The unspeakable crimes in Rwanda
Where over 500.000 people dies

I guess if the country had oil
They would have been alive today
But if you are poor nation
The United Nations looks the other way

Some kill in the name of religion
Some kills to steal your land
Some are kill by drones for just
Attending a wedding function

Hundreds of innocent are killed
By drones that they can’t see
But they are just collateral damage
But not those at Benghazi

North Korea says we have
weapons of destruction's right here
But they went to search in Iraq
Kill millions but find it nowhere

The evils of war will continue
Many more bad days still to past
More war criminals to be born
And be children playing on the grass

Many choose to cover their eyes
If it doesn't affect them, they don’t care
So while sit here writing this poem 
I can’t help it but shed a tear


Details | I do not know? | |

Finally

Finally I can let you go,
Why keep u?
You don't deserve me,
You never did.
Always using me,
Used me for what you want,
Which was anything.
You wasn't fair,
but hey life isn't fair right?
You was there for me in the beginning,
but u grew from me,
I was there for you,
Through every problem we had,
I comforted you,
Gave you encouraging words,
Everything I did was out of love,
It was my duty as a spouse to you,
But u hurted me,
Forgetting about my pain, 
You always wanted things your way,
Going through for three years,
You wouldn't imagine the stress,
The pain,
The deceit i went through,
Trying to forget my past,
I was loving you,
But u said It wasn't enough,
And you sure didn't care to help,
You always thought about your needs,
Your life that included me as a comforter,
Not a lover,
So think about you now,
Go with whoever,
Forget our engagement,
Forget we ever met,
Because I am going places,
Places that you would imagine.
Woooooo! 
Finally I am free!!!


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In Life We Roam

We find ourselves cowering from their RPG's
Grown fighting men being brought to their knees

Kandahar is where we are so many miles from our homes
Trying to keep focused but inside we steadily roam

Incessantly we hear the zipping of bulleted lead
Invisible to the eye, for they can bring us near to dead

A silence suddenly falls amidst clouds of ashen grey
As we suffer a direct hit, modern man finally plays

In my peripheral I hear a scream, that I've never heard before
Then I hear a pleading by weaponry in maiming score

Upon the dust lifting, I view a blood stained earth
Limbless my colleague is, is what we're fighting worth

He's nineteen years old, so many miles from his home
His body torn and burnt, where does his mind now roam

"Medics, medics" now deafen the surrounding screams
Shell shocked we are, grown fighting men beside crimson streams

Our tour of duty is now over, us fortunate return to our kin
As we remember he, our fallen, and their roaming in us within









http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-8.php


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If I died tonight (A poem to our soldiers)

My life is mine but not mine alone.
I fly a supply ship to help my fellow comrades.
I risk my life for my country and my family.
It I died today - I know I did good in this world.
If my life is taken by twelve midnight tonight, all I regret is not seeing my little
girl's face.
As I fly towards my goal, my engine is shot down.
I haven't failed yet, but soon I will leave Earth with my head held high and knowing I did
good.


written on 11/11/10


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Admonishment

Oh Israel I called you forth to listen
there can only be one master to the house
I redeemed you all to belong as brothers
as your service to me you have espoused 
 
Why do you seek control over the others
by example my purchase set you free
my will I am able to make known
when you are punished know it will come from me
 
I will be the one who gives directions
to the one who is my servant call
my will I am able to make known
it is to me that he will stand or fall
 
You raise yourselves like lions in the forest
tear into my servants like your prey
shortly I will settle the accounts here
pray your coins I will not take away
 
By example I set myself as servant
it was you who I washed and fed
I set a table just like a house slave
upon it was my own wine and bread
 
You were purchased from the wicked
were set as freemen in my tent
everything you use is my possession
you will account for how it has been spent
 
If you are unable to submit to my direction
know this you can be easily replaced
I will not allow you to destroy my building
I can from stone make flesh and you erased
 
Every servant is dependent on his master
and a master example I have set
there is only one path to true glory
the obeisance of love you do forget
 
I will use anyone I choose to
their service to me I'll not forget
I will raise or lower those deserving
if you refuse a decision you'll regret
 
Accept my admonishments directions
the gentle voice I have sent to you
you have publicly shamed my reputation
It is my example you must learn to do
 
My father appointed me the master
as a son in his own house I serve
I have sent my messengers before me
My arrival will dispense what you deserve
 
 
 
when I get hauled out of bed for this
I have to wonder to whom our Lord
has to have listen , those to whom this
is addressed you know the scriptures
 
Amen , come Lord Jesus
 
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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The Powers That Be

So many of our children are destined to die
to insure that our automobiles continue to ride
while the powers that be in the oil industry
take our money and continue to thrive.
Many factions of the oil industry's powers that be
also have business interests in weapons manufacturing for the military.
It's a win/win situation for the powers that be,
but it's a tragedy for all of the surviving, grieving families
whose sons and daughters were marched off, then slaughtered like sheep.
All of us could save so many thousands of lives
if we just parked our cars and refused to drive.


Details | I do not know? | |

It's Not My Fault

"Its not my fault!
I didn't do it!
Its not my fault! 
I didn't go through it"

The crowd is yelling
And pushing and grabbing
Some one just hit
What for? What for!

"I didn't do it
Its not my fault
I didn't do it
Why are you all so cross?" 

"Its all your fault,
You lying thief!
Its all your fault
Bring her to me!"

The man commanded 
and they all reached for me
"I didn't do it 
It wasn't me!
Its not my fault
Please BELIEVE ME!!!"

I pushed and shoved
Away from hand
That kept on reaching
Grabbing me

And then exploded a gunfire
And all went quite and still
The voice that spoke
Shook the earth

"She didn't do it. 
She wasn't there
The one you seek
Is me who speaks

I hid away 
To hide my shame
But after your cruelty 
I knew it was wrong

She didn't do it
She wasn't there
The one you seek
Is I who speaks"

They stared in amusement
Their mouths open wide
"Will will not hurt her
And you neither.

You showed us our Wrong ways
You saved a life
We're sorry if we hurt you
King of our lives."

They turned around 
and hurried away
I smiled at the king
Who smiled at me

"Speak"


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THE INNER VOICE OF MARK BIRROS II (Excerpt)

 

THE INNER VOICE OF MARK BIRROS  II



From world war two in the Atlantic
I hear the drowning cries of men,
climbing out as in spirit from waters
that lap the steps of the harbour wall ;
time erodes as the sea -
washing up these thoughts that linger
here and on many beaches,
thoughts that stick and have the stench
of  used oil around them,
the name on a memorial
does not reflect the horror ;
the surf rejects such cogitation ;
for a moment, ' try again ' 
the gulls seemed to say,
' let go ' said the movement of the ocean,
but I cannot, I simply cannot
for what transcends these waves
and breathes out the universe
is love, the love of a father....   ...   ...
 

The old clock ticks away the day
that haemorrhages the evening,
and like a night- nurse at the bed                                         
as growing lesions slowly spread,
the crescent moon would nothing say
to see the patient pass away ;
the stars call out but they are late -
what metaphysics spring from that
while in my soul eternity
is smiling like the Cheshire cat !...
A presence haunts me as that touch -
that hugs the heels in failing light,
with eyes  that peer through space and time
and follow me into the night....   ...


The pine wood has its secrets -
I am one of them now,
like the columns of an ancient temple,
straight and upright
where no priest intercedes -
I trust it with my life,
I am theirs and they are mine,
growing inside me, sturdily and strong,
transcending their roots with my secrets
to their archetypal heaven...   ...   ...


As if a change of consciousness was meant,
against the pull of ego, the body
inwardly swept up in spiral ascent,
spirited away from me
from all the world below,
from all that I would ever be
that anyone might know ;
raised  the cloaked arm
of my archetype
to draw the void across my eyes,
and I did rise to heights of bliss
to see  the world from this -
dancing in vortices, tiptoeing on pools 
as through a mesh, devoid of flesh ;
our world is an illusion -
a carousel to light,
as in the midst of heaven
we ghost on through the night...   ...


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soldier's heart

it'll break yours - to see an old man cry
lips shaking at the memories
legion hats and baseball caps
with buttons and pins and medals stuck

the soldier talks and tells a tale
those past events - didn't turn out so well
haunts he's carried most all his life
more than the slain, he's burdened with strife

and there's some who can't go back before
they fought and slew, as soldiers of war
so doctors and counselors diagnose and surmise
PTSD, shell shock, combat fatigue, or soldier's heart

killing is killing no matter the cause
and living hearts bleed, as those that died
whether enemies, allies, or innocents are killed
is still a good reason, to break down and cry

mankind - such an interesting notion,
that our civilization's men are really kind
hand-to-hand or remotely terminating a life
it's hard to comprehend we're really that blind

bomb-bay doors, M-16s, foxholes, phosphorus fires
the children, platoons, felled in murderous quagmire
General Sherman said it better than I, "War is hell,
good that it be so, least humanity love it too well"

© Goode Guy 2012-11-12

http://storycorps.org/?s=Harvey+Hilbert&post_type=post
http://www.soldiersheart.net/
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soldier's_heart


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YOU

In my head, a place within, There’s something hiding beneath my skin. Screaming, Yelling, Silently guiding…. My thoughts not my own, Crawling inside, Another Voice whispers you’re all alone This trains running off the Rails. EMPTY, BROKEN, LOST, Look around you nothing but lies Everything Ends ~ here tonight. Scream louder They never hear Everything you ever feared Comes crawling From the darkness tonight Listen when they speak Can you hear the lies? You're empty, Useless; Weak I see it in your eyes. You tell yourself ~ I'm not real TRY To run, But everywhere you turn You hear my voice Scream louder They’ll never hear Cry, Scream, Try in vain Nothing Will stop this pain, Lie to yourself One more time It might come true. Or Face the truth Deep inside, You know I'm you.


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The Darkness in You

How long can I take this?
What you say,
it hurts my heart 
in so many ways.
How I wish 
I could show you the truth. 
Open your eyes,
help you see the light.
But you thrive in the dark,
thrive in the evil ways,
and my heart aches
when this pagan passion 
is displayed.

I knew  from the first day
there was a darkness that thrives,
deep in your soul.
I should have known
that there were still secrets to hide.
Now that I stand on the outside,
and put my rose colored glasses aside,
I am seeing everything different,
and truly realize
there are unintentional lies,
half truths that I never perceived,
and my hope will never be conceived.

You'll never truly understand,
the pain I feel inside.
You may not ever know the truth,
the way my feelings have changed.
I still care for you,
making my heart break more too.
I couldn't see
through my rose colored glasses on,
I didn't see there was 
a darkness too deep to cut through.
I truly want to believe there is brightness that hides,
but I am seeing a darkness,
that will keep consuming your life.

I truly believe,
there is greatness in you.
And after you confided in me,
I realized a battle has been fought for you too.
A part of me thought it was still going,
a war was still for your heart.
I am now realizing the truth,
the war has been won,
blood has been shed,
and very little can be done.
The light will never give up,
but your darkness overwhelms,
and hides you from the truth.

You are not as free as you say,
not a God,
but an unknowing slave.
and this truth will never come through.
The lies are too deep,
for you too believe,
that you could be anything less,
than your own king.
Kings all become fallen,
their lives are all lost.
Even they will have to stand up,
to a higher God,
their pride is their highest cost.

I'll sit here on my knees,
and I'll pray and pray.
I've told you once and believe,
I will never push on you my ways.
But I will continue to cry,
maybe the tears will help the light thrive.
I'll sit here in the background,
battling for your life.
Though I feel like the battle is lost,
and you will never know
that the battle won over you,
didn't make you a king, a God,
but made you a slave.


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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.
	


Details | I do not know? | |

Who are These People Pt 3

who are these people?
where did they come from?
they seem so primitive.
so, incapable.
primitive humans without a foundation of language I feel were smarter and more able 
then these people.
these years of technological advancement, and inventions, have made the mass 
population stupid, and incompetent.
washing machines, dishwashers, the T.V, microwaves, plus....
hollywood magazines, fashion, consumerism and advertisements, whats in, whos out, 
materials, greed, toxic governments and polluted political powers, 
the building of nations through controlled influences and exposure
music, media, movies and more
the conditioning of the human population,  to be drones, to be mindless chickens who 
flock together only because they are afraid, 
to be zombies who fall in line without question, to be puppets, to be individually stripped of 
all human rights
to create and condition organic emotional humans into dull mechanical robotical children
that do what they're told, programmed to be obedient
like computer software was surgically inserted into the brains of infants at birth, to be
tracked, geographically speaking
and to be numbered for identification purposes within the system 
the system that collects our information, our bank statements, our internet passwords, 
our logins, our logouts
our emails, our instant messages, our cell phone conversations, our work hours, our credit 
rating, our mortgage.
its already happening. microchips being implanted under the skin of babys
its no wonder this world has gone crazy, mad, insane, ludacris.


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Once was great

Smokey Babylon,
Cheap, seductive place
All that’s left is an after taste.
Artists polluted,
Real talent has died,
She sits on the water with her hands tied.
Remember her greatness 
as she starts to sink,
Jot it all down,
this time with ink.
For nations were jealous
Right before she faded,
Now they rise up 
extremely elated.



By: Sabina Nicole


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Gamblin' man

Every battle has been fought
Each and everyone was lost
Looking back across the years
Count the scars and count the cost

There’s no winner in this war
Yet, the loser lives to tell
Of the good times and the bad
Tales of heaven, tales of hell

For this story’s never ending
And the passion and the laughter
They can wilt like precious flowers
Or the pledge of ever after

So I'll take me to the river
Where the water’s cold as ice
As the church bell tolls forlornly
I will roll the final dice


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Immortally yours, The Night Time Day Dreamer

I want to go lower, so I can survive the lifeless crazy if only I could scream so all the stars can hear me shadow dancing on the river Styx the river flows that way, while I swim this and I never ever, let her in again for she could do damage, beyond repairing for she could explode in me, like a great atom bomb and then I'm left dancing, beyond the beyond Will I ever, never come home? we shall know sometime, in the near unknown I've almost gone dead again living in the only constant lying in a bed of defeat bouncing right back, like a song on repeat I heal so fast, what was that which hit me? I've already forgotten, you were ever against me Undefeated, invincible this world couldn't kill me, in principle I'm the rising unholy, now know me, immortal three is the number, that makes my perfect circle I'm inside the night, all walled up tight I still haven't faded, that made it all right I've taken a turn, and learned to be better after wearing your skin, like an old sin filled sweater you couldn't get me, it tempts me to fail then maybe you would have, just once chance, in hell.


Details | Free verse | |

an ocean in the meadow

an ocean lay in the meadow
in the amber waves of grain,
no one sees what we see
no one sees the scars they've upheld
love the life you've been given
live the world you exist in
laugh at what lies they tell
who is the one behind it all
who is the one who lies to us
no one heard what we heard
no one heard what they still hear
no fear is as bad
as bad as the fear they suppress
to fight for us
to live for us
to die for us
we all exist for they are in the back
hidden in the ocean in the meadow


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HELL ABOVE GROUND

This is where Hell begins...
The sun darkening
The smell of rot.

The wall of life flaming up
The burning Center,
Of all things ignored.

This is where Hell opens:

Air and water poisoned
Human freedom is buried under shattered skulls
Keep death away from ourselves?
Men, women and children, bleeding from the core
Lying still like crumpled shadows.
Will we live to see the light of day?
When a gun is hung over our heads,
Tears, like drops of wax, flow from our eyes
Running....Screaming....Crying
The night was gone.
Who will save us?

This is where the excuses stop.
The wall of life will not
-pause- 
To weep for us.




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Soldier Lover

I long to see you, to hear your voice, to feel your touch, to taste your lips.
You left me in tears and tragedy, not a single word again, not even a whisper. I can not be selfish, I just know I cant. Your memory will live on in me, your love will blossom in my heart. I will never see you again, your eyes and your soul. But I have to be proud, though it is so hard. Just to have been loved by a warrior, it tears me apart.


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Love all and all of me

I want true love
that knows all of me.
That brings total freedom
allowing to all,
and all to see.
A Love that is truth
and not some idealist's scene.
Our Hope given flight
in clear blue skies enthroned,
honoured, 
seen.

For there is not one among us who has not said:
"I have a dream".
I know it is His to make all whole,
to have all gleam.
Perhaps a time now
for the meek to tread loud,
and the boastful silently.
For hands taken
from labour unending;
of bending the worldly.
When He reaches out,
a rousing shout:
some in love; many angrily.
The dream: 
Collective will given over to spirit
not rule.
Cruel 
the past measure.
Just be.
The only true desire
is for a true love
to love all, 
and all of me.


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Seed of Birth

Moments to Reflect
Seed of Birth
After a summer shower I watch the wonders unfold Gods truth is being shown. His love for all shall be known to all who have eyes that can see. The miracle of life that is a delight to behold can be seen in a drop of rain on the end of a leaf. Sparkling like a diamond in the light, more precious than gold, a secret is told. The water of life, without it we cannot go on the earth would be has dry has a bone. A desert: a waste land as hot as Hades and not fit to be called home. The water of life He is known. 
The air so sweet and clean the breath of life He has been called. A blessing from the father it is a Gift given to us all. When the air can been seen it is unclean and in this state I call it satans breathe, oh so foul and within it only death can be found. 
Flower and trees, grass that is so green that there is not any artist in the world that could paint a more beautiful scene. Concrete streets and black top parking lots; progress is what it is called…maybe not. An eyesore, mans’ master piece his legacy, beauty it’s not. 
Like a spring rain or after a summer shower; new life does salvation brings. Like the morning dew shining like tiny jewels, in the sunshine they do glow.  Flowers blooming and life a renewing, with Jesus this is how salvation goes.
Rain can be seen as the world being baptized and cleansed, purifying it of mankind sins. This is a fresh beginning but it not at its end it only truth starts when you ask Jesus to come in.  
After a gentle rain shower our God reminds humanity of His power and His promise: rainbow in the sky a wonderful, magical miracle, truly a delightful sight. His signature written in the sky, proof that He tells no lies; never again with water will He end the world that has bought to Him so much pain. His tears of sadness, never again will the world end with rain. 
The evil one try his best with his temptation and his tests to cause us to die and never to rise; humanity he do hate want to take all with him into that fiery lake. These are the tools of his trade war and strife adding in a touch of worldly lust doing his best to kill our trust in the Lord who has given us so much. The spiritual war is what we are in do not fall for satan schemes. Heaven or hell which one will it be? Like the sun gives life to flower, the Son gives life to all who follows. He who is free is free in deed.
Christ the savior God did send, it shows us that satan cannot win. Like a summer day after a spring rain new life will begin. He will pardon us of all our sins but you must ask him to come in His forgiveness know no end. Open your heart and let Him in then and only then can you win. In Him salvation is guarantee and a new life can begin; so you must choose Heaven or hell where will you spend eternity in? 
God our Father gave His Son to the world so that we would have a path to the truth a light to shine in the darkest of time. Allow His attributes to shine forth you do not would to lose your soul. Before time ever begin He love us, will you not trust in Him sight unseen, the One who gives all life meaning?
All it takes is faith to bypass that fiery lake, because tomorrow is not promise and another sunshine you may not see. Time is on no one side, so do not go chasing rainbows you cannot fly. Keep what real in your mind the reality is sin must die. God give His Son to pay a price that He did not owe, the cost was high, but gift that is given for those who believe; is to be by His side, salvation is free are you ready to receive?
Summer shower and gentle breeze,
Golden flower and dew drops of leaves.
Soft green grass beneath your feet.
                    The only thing sweeter is than life is living with Jesus for all eternity.


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Well I Declare - If It Aint The Bounty Man

          Well I Declare – If It Aint The Bounty Man

Well I declare!   When I was young and free
I slung 2 guns from about my waste and charged a fee
And shot anything in sight that moved
As long as I got paid of course
I would shoot calories if there was a dollar in it
And lose weight in the process upon my horse
Now I’m 84 and there aint no shootin anymore 
But when I was young if you heard me say
“Well I declare” the word “war” was sure to follow in that statement
“Well I declare war on everyone in this here nation!”
And yell, “What in tar nation!” at the cowpokes in the saloon 
Yes sir.  They’d all run and hide like rabbits and baboons
Well I declare.  I can’t remember anything anymore
Who am I kidding?
I was never young.  I was born 84 and ready for a war


Created on 9/02/14 for- Well I Declare- Poetry contest


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Spell B o u n d

Spelled Out

Spellbound, he captured me

But it was only a dream.

Craftily my mind carved

A space where we danced

And he drank honey

From my pomegranate navel.

Gently we caressed

Butterfly kisses extended

Unto flight of heart.

Spellbound, he captured me

But he was only a dream

His rugged jacket and 

Camouflages marched

Like ghosts in a desert

An aching in the hollows of my belly

Called out to him

Our wedding day approached

As I searched for wedding dresses

Pressed into 

Bridal magazines forever

A flower of international deceit

Instant bravery served like

Coffee wasted unto a table of

Unfinished jigsaw puzzles.

Spellbound he captured me

But I was only a dream

Jacked up into a tiny space

I did not even scream 

When my very being splintered

At my second birth

Blood and dust compressed

Clanging in the ears

Of innocent passersby

I dissolved like ice

Buttered popcorn thrown into

A crowded theatre

Surprising everyone yet

Recognizable as marches

For freedom

That will always and never

Be attainable.

He pushed me into a corner

Of my own life and I looked

Out screaming until

I broke the spell.

I captured the dream

Sat it at a distance

Breathing life into it

A dragon blast of oxygen

A parade of hope

Like on January 16

Every year dreaming

Of peace and rightness

Spell broken I captured me

Forcing air into my

Lungs as I expanded

Breath after breath

Thought after thought

Step after step

Lifting my hands 

Unto the plow

Reclaiming my raisin

From the explosion

Digging the ditches

Of reconnection

Forming a mound of

Clay into a habitation

Praying arrogantly that all

Spellbound captivity

Will end.


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Young in Love Again--- SONG 2

Every time I breath,
	I feel your arms around me;
     Holdin’ on so tight, that it makes it almost impossible to see.
The stars are dancing their own little dance, as we hear the drums
		Pounding in our ears.


I remember we were running through the trees,
Trying to reach the top,
Giggling and screaming at the top of our little lungs,
I wish we could go back and be
Young in Love Again.


I flash back to us growing up,
Catching each other in long silent glances,
With the same little question bugging me and you.
But then there was your girl; 
And she adored you, then I was always blue.


I remember sitting alone writing in my book,
Watching you stand there cuddling her,
With me longingly looking, dreaming I could be her and 
I kept wishing that we could go back to being
Young in Love Again.


Then there was the day,
	That long awaited day.
You had left her for me,
   And in sweet ecstasy, you kissed me.


I remember everything falling into place,
Walking down the aisle to you,
Standing there in black and blue;
Our dreams were finally coming true 
And we were no longer wishing to go back ‘cause
We were Young in Love.

But then things changed. . .
	One little change, we didn’t expect it to come.
        It was the letter sent for you to go.
		And in my head,
	Was all the bad, wondering if our precious little one would survive,
			From all my pain
				From this one good-bye. . .

And I remember going back to all the good,
Breathing out the bad,
Trying to forget the truth, that you had to go;
And we were praying together, 
That we could go back to being
Young in Love Again.


And I remember. . .
	And you remember. . .
        So we remember. . .
		And we pray. . .
				That if we meet again in another place. . .
		
We will be
	Young in Love Again.


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A Long Lonely Year

Afghanistan. far away from those I love.

Leaving was tough this time, the kids tears tore at my heart.
Only as I turned to watch them drive away, did I see my wife crying
Never has she cried, always pretending to be strong
Going away for the fourth time must have been too much for her to bear.

Letting myself believe, I will make it through this fourth combat tour.
One year seems like a lifetime, the minutes ticking slowly by.
Never letting tears of sadness get the better of me.
Everyday, I think about my wife and our four kids. Are they ok?
Lost is how I feel.  Something is missing, I can barely breathe.
Yet this is what must be done, I took an oath. I made a promise.

Yearning every second, for my wife's kisses, and my childrens hugs.
Every hour of the day I pull out their picture, to see their smiles. 
Always in my dreams, my family is there for me. Never losing faith.
Reunited we shall be, after a long lonely year.


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Fear

Wide eyes
Panic
lips hovering right below a scream
hair pulled into a fist
mouth covered
panicked eyes
wide
heart rattling
fear


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Give Peace a Chance

im tired of waiting
we cant do it alone
no not on our own
their thrills
so violent
they're killing 
burning 
everything in sight
you sit and wait
do you think its alright?
its bringing the world to its knees
but what can we do
if were not doing anything?
violence doesn't wait
peace can do great
great things
just give it a chance
if it doesn't work 
then you can go back to...
hurt





Details | I do not know? | |

Erase What's Been Done

You have nightmares 
of the war
how it shakes your core
wake up every night
feeling death at your door
to wish to change history
to see a new path
but you know these things
are all in the past
now alive in your memory
you wish you could erase 
the children hiding from the guns and grenades
the mud smeared on your face
looking around and seeing your brothers
left to die there 
just another number
what the government has made you do
a license to kill
but now you see
that children aren't the enemies
the mothers still have love
and the fathers still care
just because your in a different country 
does not mean there is no love there
a different color skin
and different religions
but all our hearts are the same
how does mankind have any love left
when we look around and see
hate
suicide
and drugs
nothing is really free
war changed everything 
how can one serve his country 
and not the human race
why is it just in borders
does our love have a face
and even then 
we leave men with no home
and families out in the rain
people to die alone

You deserve so much more
some help with your internal war
deserve to see the love that is left 
although it is cold
and heavy on your chest
there are some people who have warmth inside
some people out there who are willing to die 
for the sake of true love
to save at least one
to take a friends hand 
and try to erase what's been done


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Military Mind

 Military Mind 
Military Mind 
 
 
Sexless uniformed surfaces not needing a life inside. Worthless devils fighting 
all the time and hurting all others against the flag or under orders or authorized 
this is the military mind just recently there was news a man held off his mind with 
love the conscientious objector was recognized. 
When eye was alive it was harder inside a man could have chosen the medical 
core or just died in the combat. The colors on those flimsy operating room suits 
were all wrong eye wore khaki may GOD please forgive me eye thought it was 
better to die than to live with my military mind. Nixon stopped the troops 
movements to the then Viet Nam. Nixon signed my discharge under the peace 
movement then. My foot was swollen from a drinking binge could have been gout 
my foot swollen up the doctor told me to toughen up when everyone else was at 
bayonet practice eye walked on the sidelines not worthy to fight just trying to get 
my foot to work to move my military mind. Since then as a civilian again eye have 
almost ruined that foot again its lame on one side. 
Now that eye older and lame became a fight would be welcome again to my 
military mind. God please give me your strength to then die. To lose a life taken 
is to gain it in Heaven eye object to my military mind. 


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Silence this

“Hence when did thy breasts hate to feed me?
Hence then haven’t they heaved to need me?
Oh Mother! Why art thou so silent?

Those bombs and those ammos from the machine guns, they bother me no more.
They sound like a lullaby to me.
Wasn’t it you who reassured me that ‘this is life’ even before I was born?
Now why do you still lie?

I heard Papa’s plea to let you go before they shot that merciless bullet into his head.
I saw it Ma, I saw it all...
ripped, stripped and writhing in pain,
I heard your final beg to let me go.
I cried then Ma, I cried aloud, I cried my best with all I could; 
thought that hearing me cry they would let you go.
They never stopped and choked I lay.

My eyes still won’t open full and I only see darkness around.
Tears mixed with trickling blood have dried 
and my voice too fragile to rise above the noise outside me.
Oh Mom! Why don’t you shout for me now?
Was it wrong that I was born to thee?!

Why have they taken it all even before I can understand 
in a life time or more what war and hatred is all for?
Tell me Mom, tell me now from up above
Why won’t a bullet silence me too?”

Note: This is a poem that I wrote disturbed by what I saw while visiting a war zone 
in an island nation...


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Kindness

Kindness
	Sister of Love suffocation in are harts of stone
A fish tossed from the sea to rot alone on the beach
Don’t you see it; panicking on shore?
NO.
No I don’t suppose you see much past the vale of hate
So consumed of War this sea swells and rages
Tossing emotions, like loves sister to the shores of death
The key to killing the human race

War Spreads
	With War comes great sacrifice
Yet they sacrifices all the wrong things
The last strands of our humanity
Leaving us to quarrel like beast

Shared Bread
	Their all starving; bickering and killing for food
The War has cleaned them out; filled them with only hate
Child sits alone, eating bread
He is not too young to know anything other than war
A hungry stomach is next to him
He does not fight, but tares off a piece and shares

I think kindness is a dyeing emotion; it’s the last strand of our humanity
 Without it we just have war. 


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Babies of Beslan

Babies of Beslan............



The darkest day in history, 
Brought tears to my eyes. 
Many Russians murdered, 
In a mass of horrid cries. 

Hundreds of innocent people, 
Seen fleeing through the streets. 
Bodies thrown onto the verge, 
In a sea of blood-stained sheets. 

So many kept within a school, 
Being held against their will. 
Suicide bombers with booby traps, 
That care not who they kill. 

An act by Chechen rebels, 
Seeking freedom for their kin. 
With scenes of utter carnage, 
From those terrorists within. 

Semi-naked children, 
Seen running through the street. 
The Chechen rebels in the school, 
Shooting at their feet. 

Bombs and bullets filled the air, 
As the smoke engulfed the skies. 
People running from the school, 
With terror stricken eyes. 

Such barbaric bloody actions, 
Brought death and undue pain. 
The heart of the Beslan community, 
Won't see their like again. 

May the Lord our God watch over you, 
May he guide you by his light. 
May he hold you in his arms again, 
And keep you safe tonight........... 


In memory of the children and teachers of the Beslan school massacre.


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Harpies

With their Talons they Rip And from your Blood they sip With their poison Lip In Pain you must Dip They already know your Life's length Rate invoking every Hate This is what lies beyond the Glimmering Gate This is your Sanguinary Fate


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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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This Memorial Day

We salute every soldier who’s
 served this great nation.
And offer a heart of thanks
 and appreciation!

We salute each member 
of our armed forces.
And are thankful for their
 efforts and resources!

We salute the many who 
protect our borders too.
We’d be in trouble…  
If not for people like YOU!

We salute every son and 
daughter lost in a war.
YOU are what serving this
 country is meant for!

We salute the officers who’ve 
guided our women and men.
Our prayers are with you!  
And our love from within!

We salute our veterans!  
Wherever they may be!
Those who served on
 land, air and sea!

Offering prayer to the
 Lord is our belief…
That he will guide our
 Commander-in-Chief!

As we observe Memorial Day this year…
Let’s offer our soldiers
 love, hope and cheer…

May God bless them in
 all they endeavor
And his peace be with them
 today and forever!!

By Jim Pemberton  05/21/10


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The Murder In The Study-PTSD

I sit there watching, 
watching as he struggles through the pain. 
Scared to touch him, 
as my hand hovers above his sweat soaked skin. 
Where's the antidote? 
My eyes scream for an answer, 
my lips cry from the sight. 
He's lost in his mind, 
trapped in the memories, 
the fears have taken him from here. 

I say his name tentatively, he doesn't hear me. 
Eyes black, empty souled, 
where's he gone, God where does he go? 
Bombs exploding in his ears, 
guns firing rapidly, 
hands clenching his only hope of survival. 
I bite my lip and brush a lock of hair from his eyes. 
Empty eyes, his strength is crushing my wrist, 
His hand clutching my throat. 
I plead his name, beg for him to wake up 
from this nightmare of a dream. 
Beneath my breast, within my chest 
I feel my heart throbbing. 
How long will it be until it breaks. 

I'm clawing at him, my nails tearing open his shirt. 
I've become an animal, an invisible threat to his blind eyes. 
As my nails rake across his face, 
my back slams into a book case, 
I look up, His empty eyes, a world away 
in a world of war, his hand shaking 
with the cold metallic gleam of his gun. 
He aims, without seeing, and the bullet hits his mark. 
Instinct has my hands on the hole in my chest. 
curiosity draws them away 
and with the sticky red I paint. 
Maybe when he awakes he'll see this, 
this one thing, it might save his sanity. 

I scrawl 'I love you', my tears wont wash it away. 
I lay as I go blind, 
the black fading from his eyes, 
and into mine. 
God, take away his pain. 
Let me steal his dreams, 
as you stole his sanity.


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War Against Evil

The aweful thoughts of evil are within thee
They are like a pantheon
The door is locked and I chamber the key
Weapons of mass destruction upon

Come and take this anger from me
It'll change the road I'm on
School kids on a killing spree
We need the war against evil won

Evil is temptation you see
Its begining and end, foregone
Take the good road of esprit
And the war against evil withdrawn

~War is evil
~The only one who can defeat evil, is the one looking in the mirror

~Leonard Napierskie


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My Pen Writes Only Words of Love

MY PEN WRITES ONLY WORDS OF LOVE My pen writes only Words of Love. You say prove Manly Valor. You say by Dodging Death true literary heroes Win a War. I comply Shred my paper Change my ink Days and bloody Nights of War skies war shatter grounds war tremble I dream rations of War. Repeat thrice repeat again until music sounds mad battle music music lost in ragged shouts with the syllables made weary weary of simplicity of sheer repeating until repeating multiplied in muffled sighs loses numbers in the Fray I write only Red. But to my shame (and with a secret, lingering delight) Whatever pen in hand spattering whatever color in pen flirting with the windy wayward paper I dodge only Love Rockets my Pen adept now to sequencing of blood days-- death’s playmate needs a sassy voice-- grim hilarity hides terror Valiant and Red Crimson reflects only a familiar, inscrutable kissing shade --- the aching inner lips of you
Note: a medieval musician was threatened with death if he couldn't sing epics. He answered he could only sing love songs. That incident was the inspiration of this poem.


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Spiderwebs

I'm sick of being entagled in your spiderwebs.
you inject me with poison over and over again.
But not anymore.

Now, 
I have my own kingdom,
My own spiderweb. 
Now I'm no longer just a fly.

Now I'll spin my spiderwebs around you.

Because now,

I stand for myself.


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The Perfect Gift

Nine months is not very long...although
it seems forever, since you've been gone.

I still remember that knock at the door, two
strangers, I recognized, by the uniforms they wore.

Disbelief in the words, I heard them say...killed in
action, on Christmas Day.

When you left me, for a land far away...I ask Jesus
to keep you safe.

I have been so alone, with just my memories of you,
but today your Christmas Present arrived, and he is
so cute.

He came into this world, giving me back my life,
someone I can hold , all through the night.

Merry Christmas, my sweet soldier...the words 
I never got to say, you gave me a gift so perfect,
in every way.

Even though you are not here, to hold your son,
I promise, he will always know his father, and the 
good you have done.

We will decorate our tree in Red- White- and Blue...
"This year, and always, in remembrance of you."

Merry Christmas from us both, your wife, and baby son,
we will all be together one day....when our work is done.


"Please, pray for our soldiers."




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As Strong as Death

Like love latches on,
Death takes hold when life escapes
And will not let go.


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A Soldier Departs

A soldier dies for the sake of his country
He lived in a land where we’re all meant to be free

Bleeding from his wounds he speaks before his life is done
“Not every soldier goes to heaven and I fear that I am one”

“I fought to save the innocent from suffering”
“I fought so hard but I couldn’t save them from dying”

He gasps as he chokes on his tears
His mind is but a fleeting memory thinking of long forgotten years

“My parents said to grow up and live strong”
“If they could see me now, would they hold me before I’m gone?”

“Or have I crossed the line between man and beast?”
“Oh Lord I beg of you, let this pain cease”

“Or has God forsaken man?”
“Does it matter? I’ve already fought and died for this land”

Hovering between life and death
He speaks with his last breath

“Is God watching now, have I done well?”
“If not heaven, where else can I go? For I’ve already seen hell”


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Rulership

God has set before you Jesus the son of man
given him his power the only one who can
Jesus walked on water and legions overthrew
healed every illness did as was sent to do
 
Few have little comprehension of his gifts to men
how they are empowered when Jesus lives within
to be the Sons of God have his Light shine through
understand his Words and it's energy imbue
 
God has given treasures the inheritance of Son
that they become like master God's Beloved One
they are under tutors until they understand
the meaning of his rulership and in it's service stand
 
The Sovereigns of the nations do their leadership abuse
are corrupt in practice and righteous judgment do refuse
the takers of bribes and justice do pervert
on the path to the top care not who they hurt
 
Solomon gave his heart to know folly and wisdom
every Son of God will into this knowledge come
for God will in his kingdom have only those who serve
as only those who walk in Love treat others as deserve
 
The working of the Secret since garden was foretold
that a government by God determined in days of old
God has chosen the weak and those the world despised
that they should bare his image to Jesus rank will rise
 
All governments and nations in adversary's hand do stand
to our Lord did offer them for act of worship did demand
Jesus refused the offer , devotion to his Father True
prophetic Word of God this world already overthrew
 
Arise oh sleepers do open eyes and rise
throw down the World and sever all your ties
understand what is written the King is drawing near
war is coming to the World collect he will whats dear
 
Jesus has built his Father's temple with many gem and stone
descend it will from heaven within his throne will home
God is collecting from man his priests and Kings
they will govern from his temple dispense his holy things
 
The nations to the temple for instruction will come
with the adversary gone Light can shine on everyone
you must choose your side before God's war ensues
for your Father wants you happy and never Love refuse
 
sources 1Chron. 28:6-10 Jeremiah 31:3-14 Matt 20:25-28
1Cor 3:9-17 13:12 2Cor 6:14-18 1John 3:1-6
2Tim 3:1-5 Apocalypse 21
 
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller


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THE GENERAL

The General stands at attention, West Point tall and straight
Gazing upon row after row of white headstones
On his shoulders lay the finality of their weight
Sons, daughters, mothers, fathers, gone too soon
Leaving families and friends staring at idle vacant rooms
The General remembers John Carroll, dad to Ian and Cheryl
Tucker Brown, Nicol Hood, David Yee, Linda Farrell
And Bill Markham son of school teachers Bill and Carol
Names and faces boomerang relentlessly inside his head
As he wonders when if ever the list will ever end
The General’s anguish as always is hidden from sight and sound
Years of discipline and training keep his feelings internally bound
He’ll issue exact and calculated battle orders knowing full well
The inevitable consequences of his actions will take him into hell
The General raises his arm in a perfect salute
As he strains to keep his visage calm and resolute
Hoping his appearance and poise reflect his affection and respect
For his military family lost in battle to his sorrow and regret
(And to whom he and America owe an unfathomable debt)
Rifles fire, “Taps” resounds, each soldiers’ earthly debts unbound 
Brave soldiers now eternally asleep in hallowed ground
Grieving, the General curses the consequences in what all wars abound
He speaks to comrades denied life yet reborn in innocence absent sin
 “Listen up, Soldiers, as I affirm your value to country, kith and kin
You were the best of our Nation’s assets, special and unique,
We will mourn your absence with our every heartbeat
For the brevity of your lives that war made incomplete
I was Country proud to serve with you
And Military proud to command you, too,
I’m a better man and soldier having served in your behalf
In God's Hands He’ll make sure you rest in peace at last”.


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Manic

Breath stolen breeds sharpness
Borne backward into infantile shrieks
The spinstress of sinew waits bated
For abhorrent heat
Of combustive, collapsive
Crossfire from echoing throat
Or burnt-bridge lungs
A visceral nymph thoughtlessly thieves
On Benedict tongue
Thrashing in maddened pace
Too shrill a manifesto
Skeletal soldiers charge
A red hill
Unsteady, uneven, not ready
Frenzy, not frolic
I am not a goddess
There is something to fear
I am something, I fear


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Stand up and fight

We are all soldiers.
We fight hidden enemies that come from the future.
The problems stay there at the end of the bed
to say good morning every day.
Every new problem is the next enemy
that needs different weapons to fight.
And when the day finishes, most times the glory belongs to us.
We have survived and we are alive.
"If something doesn't kill you, it will make you stronger"
You get the weapons to exterminate it the next time that it comes.
The life makes soldiers, everyone separate, fighting a different enemy.
The ally that we have is our past.
Our history always teaches us how to fight
and to the end of our life the experiences make us veterans.
We have collected many weapons to give to the next generations.
We are all soldiers of life.
We have all the same purpose.
To survive.
And we fight, all of us, our biggest enemy…time.

Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved


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Ready New Soldier


Deserted soldier,
In A foreign land,
With the Sword of the Spirit, 
And blood on both hands.

Desolate Island,
Learning how to survive,
With the breastplate of righteousness,
He now can abide.

Wilderness warrior,
Greatness abounds,
With the helmet of salvation,
He destroys without making a sound.

Isolated general,
Now takes a stand,
With his belt of truth,
He comprehends his commands.

Eternity trooper,
Fights off the old fire,
With the shield of faith,
He gains his desires.


Secluded Sargent,
Ready for war,
With the sandals of peace,
He now conquers His beasts.

By: Sabina Nicole
written: 1-30-12


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A Heart Felt Scream of Child's Broken Dream

 	 I never thought I could scream,
yet I never thought I would dream.

In my life I've been struggling,
always fighting always hurting.

I solemnly swore I won't let them see me get hurt,
But with my heart on fire I always got burnt.

I had a vision I used to believe,
now all I am left with is tears and shattered dreams.

Then something was taken from me,
It was the ability to simply be me.

Threatened, with a gun held to my face,
Fearful as my family is gone with out a trace.
I ask myself, O' where thy promised grace.

In that vision I used to believe.
Then I realize it's all gone I can't help but to grieve,

What have you done loudly I say,
All I wanted was peace and a place to pray.

And now all I do is screaming
Cause I even lost the right of dreaming…

A little Tribute to all the suffering children out there..
God Bless and guide those who are in war may they find peace once again.


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Empires of War

Empires rise,
Legions fall.
Men and women live through it all.
Empires fall,
Legions cross the sea.
Families with men they never again will see.
Empires no more,
Legions disappear.
War is done and people no longer live in fear.


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what about me

everybody wants their dreams to come true
everybody wants to be able to break through
wanting life always raining roses and candy canes
but what about me...

this place used to be very beautiful
trees and children playing around 
i saw smiles of people passing by
but what about now...

they said we needed help
they said war is the answer to gain peace
now my house is thorned to pieces
what about this...

i used to make promises with my friends
we shared our dreams about the future
but why they don't care about us
we have right to our life and they've taken it away
what about that...

without faith, insanity will strike
without faith, future can't be reached
without hope, children won't dare to live in this land of war
God hears us pray

one day we will smile again
heroes will rise coming from the entire world
with love as their armor fight all the injustice
so we can live together as one

I will wait that day
when we can come out to play
no need to worry for bombs to come
cause this place is a peaceful one


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Bite

The garden of eden contains the fruits of nature and being one with all its residents. But as evolution triumphs, we move closer to self destruction.
By going forward we are essentially moving backwards.
Stop
I dont want live on this planet anymore
Jumping from the stratosphere
Down
Pluto
Cold
We cant run from time
and our time will come
Taking lives easier than appreciating 
The Fall of nature
Autmn
Winter
.....................
Apple


- Adam


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The Wall

The men all lay around, down, down, down.

It’s a circle, six feet round.

Again comes the artillery 

Down, down, down.

And all the men remaining gather round.

And in comes the call, to charge the wall,

before the artillery is again to fall. 

That damn Wall...

And its time, the men are watching,

Its time, to lead them out, to lead them down, to take them across

And I look to my men, beaten down, skin and bones thin. 

But what is there left to do...

I stand

I whisper

"Men, it is not for life that we have lived,

Life is not our stop, it is a means to an end.

I am going now, to take the plunge, to take the wall, to take the fall.

Come, and let us finish what we all started."

And out, over the burm, into the field,

to the wall. And all fades to brightest white, all falls to darkest night.

The wall, I have taken, I have won.


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The pain

Can you feel the pain.
That still remains.
I'm really plauged.
Like doctors revealing aids.
neal and wait.
while the government steels your fate.
look at your freedom get peeled away.
i feel for the children that havent had a meal n days.
kill the rage.
that builds the hate.
Like when your spiritual shield inflates; the ego.
now we know.
the founding fathers gave the natives mezels. 
and its hard for a rich kid to reach close.
to the poor kid who can't concieve hope.
our integrity becomes the unwieved rope.
holding together the east coast...
while you eat toast.
your needs grow.
making us more evil.
like people controled by the eagle.
I'm leathal like upheavals that beat you.
I read through the bleak truth.
Feed to the oblique youth...


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What would happen

What would happen if we knew the world would end tommorrow?
 Would people laugh, cry, party,sigh or go crazy with sorrow?
 
I don't know what I'd do. I just hope my goals are completed!
 I hope I know my place on this earth was something that was needed!
 
Could you imagine the unorganized panic if people were to know-
 What would happen if we couldnt beat this one clever foe?
 
I know for sure if everyone died, I would'nt want to live.
 I need my family & friends and all the love they have to give!
 
So. I can now say that if the world should end tommorrow, i don;t want to know.
 For now, I'll live my life as long and as far as it can possibly go.
 

Iran Crisis
 Written on 12/19/1980


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Engagement

Our glory is in the favor of the God of Hosts
and into his anointed King do make our boasts
by his Love descends the latter rain
evidence that soon be he among us again

As the tares mature in the fields of wheat
we know that soon the harvest will complete
and thrust he will the sickle into the fields
collect the ripened fruit with her yields

For his servants do speak the proclamations
that Jesus will descend and rule the nations
and those he knows will collect to himself
for in their hearts treasured only Gods wealth

Tis but a remnant left upon your earth
who trust your Word of the Kingdoms birth
Gods woman has been faithful and true
because she knows her place is with you

She carries out her husbands Word
teaches the household of God things she's heard
understanding and wisdom of heart has gained
turned not left or right but on path remained

These Words are faithful and true
for Father by his Son does by Love renew
mankind searches the earth looking for treasure
but only the Love from God can bring true pleasure

The contractions of birth have begun
the Kingdom produced will be her Son
only those who have the Father known
will be permitted to enter before the Fathers throne

For in submission have given their life
the engagement of virgins who become his wife
cultivate the fields that God does plant
her work is manifest and Word extant

There can only one True Church be
who have trimmed their lamps for eternity
like living stones her foundations built
Jesus has cleansed his bride removed her guilt

With tenderness has shown her his Love
to guide her footsteps before Father above
with purity of heart and without guile
her robes are cleansed from things that defile

She has not hidden her husbands light
and with his guidance teaches wrong from right
her Love of God shines brightly through night
to keep his Trust Faith and Hope does fight

Amen says the Bride and Spirit come quickly My Lord
for the Words of God and Truth have we adored
into your sanctuary and church have fled
away from the World whose living is dead

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller


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Hector

Not for glory, even honors sake
He fights for his family, wife and son at the gate
Greeks attack, they push us back
Hector must now lead the counter-attack

Hector!
Tamer of horses
Holding fast
Prince of troy

Ajax the great, slayer of nine
Duel “the Trojan’s head shall be mine”
To a stand still, day and night
Matched in skill, courage and might

a truce is called
Waves and spray clean our fallen
Zeus weighs our fates
the great sits, staring at the gift
the horse prince’s sword
Why?

Smashing gates, scaling the wall
Apollo on my side, standing tall
Killing patrolus, a child in man’s armor
Dying words, Hectors fate none the better

Hector 
Tamer of horses
Holding fast
Princes of troy

He knows he is doomed, gods have spoken
there stands Achilles, at the gates still of motion
Warrior to the end, challenging the gods
Draw weapons, defying the odds


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im a war by sean kingston and lil wayne

Lil Wayne
Yung moola baby
J.R
I'm at War 

Chorus
I'm at war
Fighting for the one that I love and the one that I truly need
I'm at war
Shawty I take a bullet for you girl
cause you mean the world to me
I'm at war

Sean Kingston
Me love you girl, you loving me
So don't fight together cause it was meant to be
Me feel like, I'm in the army
Cause to be with you, that's where my heart wanna be

It's like I'm about to die just to get with you
Feel like you're putting me through World War II
Got my soldier suit and my Timberland boots
Girl I'm down for whatever cause my love is true
So I tell her I'm at war with the love of my life
Sweat from my brows running down to my eyes
Everything you are's what I need in my life my life my life

Chorus
I'm at war
Fighting for the one that I love and the one that I truly need
I'm at war
Shawty I take a bullet for you girl
cause you mean the world to me
I'm at war

At war, at war, at war, at war, at war.
I'm at war
(repeat)

Lil Wayne
Salute to all the veterans
And girl your love's like a nuclear weapon
I'm a five star purple hearter purple sparker camouflage
Follow my every command and order
You can just call me Captain Carter
So let the missiles rain on your parade
Cause my love is a soldier
and my heart is a grenade, kabloom
I'll bomb any platoon, just call me World War II

Chorus
I'm at war
Fighting for the one that I love and the one that I truly need
I'm at war
Shawty I take a bullet for you girl
Cause you mean the world to me
I'm at war

Sean Kingston
Your mother said, don't talk to me
But it went through those ears girl, as I can see
So make me know whats your fantasies

Cause baby girl I think that stands to me
I'm on the front line and Im risking my life
I'll make a sacrifice just to have you by my side
You're the one I love, you're the one I trust
I'll hurt someone that come between us

So I tell her I'm at war with the love of my life
Sweat from my brows running down to my eyes
Everything you are is what I need in my life my life my life

Chorus
I'm at war
Fighting for the one that I love and the one that I truly need
I'm at war
Shawty I take a bullet for you girl
cause you mean the world to me
I'm at war


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After the War

Warfare is a malicious psychological game,
Once it is over, you’re never quite the same,

Warfare is extraordinarily dense,
Once it has been overcome, it rarely makes any sense,

Some become drifters, images dancing in forbidden space,
With echoes of a once young, familiar face,

You can’t buy back the time or obscure place,
All that’s left is a bitter aftertaste,

And you may win but somehow you still loose,
For the deserts leave you with not much of a choice from which to choose,

Warfare is the rotten apple,
But at least you have food inside your starving chapel,

Warfare with its deliberate sinking song,
Blasting bombs that shatter all who were once strong,

Blasting bombs that haven’t gone off in so long.

BY: Sabina Nicole


Details | Sonnet | |

HORSEMEN ON THE JORDAN

          HORSEMEN ON THE JORDAN
Deep in the dark, hid from all prying eyes
the horsemen rein their steeds to steady gait
waiting for time, they know how time it flies,
from peace to war, from times in love to hate.

Sure feet tread on, and in a steady trot,
no fear of night--their eyes can always see
as swift as eagles, giving all they've got
they'll fall upon the world most certainly.

Do gooders cry the foul, but they have failed
for man grows weary singing loves old song,
and Jesus was the man whom doubt has nailed
not caring if the truth is right or wrong.

       Down by the Jordan they know what's in store
        and beat their plowshears to all things of war.
© ron wilson akaveebdosa the doylestown poet


Details | Quatern | |

The Devil

One deadly power play against human struggle
Against sin
Death
Is the devil

Jesus call the devil “murderer”
The father of lies
Saint Peter warns his followers
Be sober, be watchful

The devil stalks around
Like a roaring lion
Seeking someone to fall
The devil has the power of death

Fear of death, the root of other fears
Struggles against ordinary fear we face in life
Fear of pain, of being forgotten, not having enough
Not accomplishing enough

Getting old
Being faded in some way
All find their power source
In the fear of death

We will try not to answer to devil’s strategy
We will do all we can 
To avoid these fears
Have you ever lied?

Have you ever put others down?
Have you ever sought revenge? 
What do all examples have in common?
Engaging simple behavior, to avoid something we fear

Devil leads the human race to a habit pattern of sinning
Through sin, ever-deeper forms of bondage
Manipulating our fear of death
His ultimate goal is to make us his slaves, to lead us to eternal death


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Battle Arises

Battlefield of golden revenge
Smear the midnight sky
Confrontation is growing like weeds!

the fear 
the gears
of the fallen warriors
Drags them to ruin

the tear
the fears
of the grief-stricken warrior
Take a hold of him

Battle arises
As the fighters get ensnared by their demises
Battle constructs itself
As the frightened warrior prays for peace...

and stabs himself...

Battle ceases
And his heart is no longer in pieces
Battle spoils 
And his heart is free from anguish...

and toil 

He survived
In my heart 
It's your time to
Just let him 
Rest 
in
PEACE 







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Destitution of humanity

My children! Oh my children! Peace to you is a foreign name.
Your land is torn apart every minute … every second.
They have made you orphans without any shame.
Justifying their crime … by fatalistic reason.

Your everyday life made out of misery.
One can not understand without living it.
Access to water, bread or electricity
Became a struggle … the world ignoring it.

They have bombed you to pieces, not even washing your stains.
Along with your lands … your means of living
Building their settlements … covering up your remains.
The world over watching … and not  reacting.

In your land you have lost all your rights.
Even to bring life in dignity
Mothers in labor, forbidden to get a pass
Losing their own lives … along with the baby.

And the list can go on…
More than often falling in deaf ears
The thought in my mind for so long
The outbreak of my helplessness … and tears.


Details | Couplet | |

Please dont fall Asleep

Wake up America, 
Arise from your slumber
Media has desensitized your minds
We live in a new world of technology that has made you colorblind
Meaningless, with deeper meaning
Music lyrics have been subconsciously stealing
While you think it’s the beat you are feeling
Listen to the words and then tell me if it’s still appealing
Even Movies have brainwashed your judgment of what’s ok
Too many people are sitting back, watching our ethics slip away.
The Government has helped us all too simply learn to accept
While gradually breaking down the family structure, many have just slept.
No longer can we allow these planted seeds of lies to continue to grow
This is real reality, not some entertainment show
Our children are not aware
That their future is in for a scare
Our youth are looking for role models and leaders
They have become susceptible to idolize bottom feeders
Wake up America,
We need a real change
Bring back integrity, morals and stop being estrange
They keep us busy in televised drama 
Currently immune, with no proper armor
While people are starving and walking around half alive
They are plotting our nation’s permanent demise
Sex trafficking is at a an all-time high
Wealthy men are raping young girls in America and when they are done with them they watch them die!
Poverty and greed is causing drug dealers to lead
A generation of angry lost young man
Creating baby’s that start the cycle again
The more eyes that now see
The more we can be
Brought back to truth and sanity
The rich are getting richer and the working class have grown tired
Democracy is being set on fire
You may question what you can do
If everyday each person changed just one view
We would be able to recover what has been lost and start bran new
The people need to take a stand and vote like they really care
We must join together, use our voice, and remind them we are still there.


BY: Sabina Nicole
Written: 1-1-12


Details | Senryu | |

Ottawa Treaty

Infestation of Anti-personnel land mines Rwanda declared free On 2 December 2009, Rwanda became the first country to be declared free of landmines. http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-3.php


Details | I do not know? | |

Outcome of War

Look at the hands of the boy
He held's a gun not a toy 
Look where he played
Full of bullets and granades
Tell whats his games 
Find a victim and then aim
Look what he just did
Pulled the trigger and killed a kid
Some stood up and stared 
Like none ever cared
Its normal they say
In this cruel war today


Details | Rhyme | |

1 Asterisk*

An officer in his car patrolling the streets
Protecting the city while it sleeps
But be advised, there is one
Whose deviant acts are never done

Do not think they cannot see
The treasures that belong to the loved ones of thee
They wait for the most unexpected time
To carry out their egotistical crime

Then comes a loud bang that brings you sheer fright
You are asleep at home, in the middle of the night!
You are scared and you wonder ‘What is there to do?’
Call that lone officer, he will come to you

When the officer arrives, the criminal is concealed
But this is the specialty in the officer’s field
He makes sure that the citizen is safe and secure
And to make sure no injury or trauma was endured

The officer calls for backup, but none is en route
For a moment this causes confusion and doubt
He begins a clean sweep of the building alone
With no radio, partner or a cellular phone

Suddenly a shadow in front of him appears
He draws his weapon and draws the criminal to tears
After arresting the criminal and doing a frisk
The officer realizes there truly is, ‘One asterisk’


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My Beautiful Murder

i finaly have killed you,
i feast upon your bones
ive torn your flesh apart from limb
and ive stolen your throne

days ago occured
your screaming crys for help
grasping onto anything 
i love to hear you yelp

i cause your slow harsh death,
i cause the pain you have.
this is what you get for taking everything i had.

I tear apart your ligaments,
with my own bare hands
laughing I shall watch you scream,
dying though in health.

I love to see you suffer,
I love to see your pain.
I love to see your trembling tears 
dragging down your face.

But now that it is over,
that all is said and done.
I realized that on this earth 
you were the only one.


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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...


Details | Rhyme | |

I Love You

I love you is more than just my words,

 

It is this deep down driving force of a silent sound.

Love is a magnet igniting sparks to try higher light.

Love connects beaming light twinkling at midnight.

Unmistakably, I’m assured audibly to get this heard.

 

I love you is more than me,

 

Love is pending in the depths of me I touch.

This is more than what I can realistically feel.            

It is a bargainer’s deal for the sweetest steal.

Evidently, I run wild because I set it all free!

 

I love you is less than you,

 

It is an uncut gashing wound,

With lifetimes of a scored scar,

It is a typhoon of who you are,

Apparently, it is difficult to do!

 

I love you is less than them,

 

It is always lost,

It is never found,

It binds to a cost,

Hearts are bound.

 

I love just like you,

And you love just like me!

 

I swear to my God Almighty from up above my heart is pure and true!

I really do embellish everything my love is suppose to do just for you!

 

Forever and ever, the whole world shall open their eyes daily to see!

In lieu of this unconditional love, it is here I will always want to be!

 


Details | Rhyme | |

Fire In The Sky

Blood shed of the poor,
The massacre of innocents,
What is war really good for;
They keep pressing for more,
They put bullet holes in families door's.
It seems they love destroying dreams,
They enjoy the innocents screams,
They empty rivers and fill it with blood,
So it streams;
War has no means,
To us, it's a tyrannical scheme.
They get pleasure when the gun's blast,
They're very clever when the dirty fun last,
War will never be a thing of the past.
It's in man nature to exploit a world of terror;
A fire in the sky,
The bombs bursting in the air,
Spreads a horrible fear,
It's so severe,
The innocents shed thousands of tears,
Countless for years...
I pray for the decease,
Let us pray for the fire in the sky to cease,
We hope for peace.


Details | ABC | |

HEAVEN'S HEROES

Winning souls tend to change everything,
Including who and what we are.
When our darkness within transforms to light
And our eyes have the luster of a star.

We must always pray for the lost among us
Who eagerly race toward the wrong direction.
So they may know their own repentance 
Blessed by God’s, grace, love and protection.

All of heaven’s heroes  have suffered remorse
From hate, fear, lust, loneliness and war.
They do what they do with deliverance of heart
Defeating the dark side of life and more.

Noah found safety within the beams of his ark
To endure heaven’s cleansing of earth.
Moses the deliverer, climbed a mountain
Descending with God’s guidelines of worth.

David the shepherd, a boy among men
Slew evil’s giant with a flying stone.
Samson the strong man, broke from his chains
Toppling the temple with God’s help alone.

Jonah was swallowed by a monster fish
To be cast up on shore with a prophecy to tell.
Jesus of Nazareth was nailed to the cross
And without his forgiveness we’re doomed to fail.

Lord I’ll feel blessed to greet all your heroes
When it is my time to escape my woes.
I’ll clutch their hands and kiss their face
As we celebrate the journey we chose.


Details | Free verse | |

Scammed

We    have been cheated
         of watching     the mist   on the mountains
of the        every day joys
        living by waterfalls       and mountain fountains
of nature in all of her 
        majesty        in daily display
Civilization      has     broken
        a      pristine earth      in play
to live        in the system
        built of tar     and cement
the struggle for its money
        upon things     it is spent
My joy is where lakes
                        and their water lilies bloom
where the prickly       cactus   grows
              and changing seasons     in each room
when the clouds        are  blown
              like feathers           about           in the wind
where our              considerations think
               left to men           it will end
Will you             miss the blue parrot
              neon yellow        chickadee 
gone      the toad           golden
              likely    too soon            will the bee
the dance          of        courtships
              where        flocks       move to mate
as         the corporations          poisons
              their death             is its fate
So  many         dead zones
              now exist           in our seas
left to those     who now        govern
              the worlds     bounties       now seize
If you           expose          them
             you could           disappear
passed            executive           orders 
             now     make       this law       clear
 
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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Nihilist Eyes

After the heavy rain of bloodiest war
Broken directions are in front where to go
Nihilist eyes of visionary screen of boo
Neither life nor death of the rest of war

Victims are overbear to entomb the past
How it is ignored had the war of last
Victors insist to laugh and to cast
Crimes against humanity will not blast

Without minority called it is motherland
Without symbolic father called it is fatherland
Way of rhythm seems to be a grave land
War of victory celebrates in barren land

The capital runs trampling over the bodies of poor 
Profit and commission are poured to the power
A Day today life of fate runs necessarily in low gear
Post war condition that is timeless, this my dear

Udaya R. Tennakoon



 




Details | Free verse | |

Live Free Or Die

When the day turns into night
And the night into day
We will ignite 
With a vow to never obey

Stripping our rights
And still calling us free
Our future you will rewrite 
And you call it liberty

We have a voice 
Which must be heard
You have made your choice
And it must be answered

We will not cower
We will not falter 
Not even from all your power
Not even when faced with your soldier


Details | Light Poetry | |

Sons daughters and parents

Sons, daughters and parents


She’s making lunch the kitchen
Get the kids ready for school
She goes to the grocery
Comes home and clean the pool

She does all the laundry
Fold and pack in the draw
She makes dinner in the oven
Got Soccer practice at four

He gets home at six
Turns on the TV and grabs a beer
Get angry when he sees s
 That She is not there

Since he came back from Iraq
He was never the same
They send him in the fire
 But only she feels the flame

And when she gets home 
He wants to starts a fight
She put the kids to bed
And kiss them goodnight

Then he hits her so hard
 When she comes down stairs
She fell down the to floor 
Her eyes fill with tears

And she cries in silence
As her mouth bled
She thinks of the children 
Sound asleep in bed

Then he attacks her
She’s afraid for her life
They struggle in the kitchen
And he fell on a knife

And now she is behind bars
Until the case is done
While in the white house
New war plans has began

The children are with her parents
A happy family life taken away
As the evils of war continues
To call our sons and daughters today

Let’s make our voices have an effect
Calling for all wars to end 
And lets this be a world where no one
 Lost a son, daughter or parents again


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Running shoeless

Black cherries
Platonic hearts
Remembering moments from the past
Climbing railings
Watching cars pass
Red, white, green and blue
A picture of a world I once knew.
Loss of breath
Running shoeless
Suffocating smoke filling the air
Angered cries
Too many lives
taken in like a fishing net.
We are only people in the end.


Details | Free verse | |

The Light At The End Of The Tunnel Is Fading

Looking into the future
the future is now
what have we accomplished?
still a primitive society
still fighting
still killing 
still starving
science fiction now science fact
we toy with mother nature
ability now to clone
the first step towards cyborgs
programmed to hunt
to kill
destroy
destruction of the human race
war on humanity continues


Details | I do not know? | |

Who are These People Pt 2

who are these people?
where did they come from?
of all the aromas in existence, the foul smell from the mouth of an 87 year old man
who has had gingivitis for 32 years
and has had rheumatoid arthritis in his wrist for the past 23
making it difficult, almost impossible to brush his teeth
is unquestionably the most repulsive characteristic of my job.
the bumpy, but crater filled skin that covers majority of guests
shows the degeneration caused by poor nutritional choices
an overall lack of physical exercise, 
and a lifestyle filled and toxified with consumerism and media injected promotional poison, 
they buy, and buy then buy some more
actually believing that the need the items they purchase
knick knacks, glass coasters, another Friday night dress
more liquor, more cigarettes, more disease, 
another pair of shoes, a DVD, 
consume, consume, consume
till their souls are consumed with materialistic so called needs
a new belt, more beer, more stress another year
buying things to bring gratification , trying to remove the fear
hats, drugs, amusement parks, comedians
sex shops, fancy cars, impulsive desires, 
new computer, new thrill, another method of destruction
years of being killed now can’t even carry on a discussion.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Prose Mine Prys

‘At play with words’

Cork thine eyes 
Cloaking lucent verbose halls 
Surely binding shutting tight 

Cork thine eyes 
Clutching goblet sipping falls 
Drunk seduction bending sight 

Prose mine prys 
Gather up my scrolling drawls 
Paging through the spite 

Prose mine prys 
Splitting metaphors with mauls 
Swindle word codle the blight 

This poem explained

Shut your eyes 
Shade your bright and wordy thoughts 
Absolutely shut off your mind 

Shut your eyes 
Drink from the fountain of lies of the rich 
Allow yourself to be seduced and become blind 

My ordinary words chip away 
Read what I have written 
They are memorable moments of contempt 

My ordinary words chip away 
I chop up what I write with metaphors 
The negative meanings of what I write deceives with tenderness

T.R.Sevrens


Details | Rhyme | |

BEFORE THE BATTLE

                         BEFORE THE BATTLE

My dreams bold dragons fight
Men in grim faces follow me by night.
My dreams across strange lonely roads will cross
  Shuddering cries of pain before me toss.  

I wake --and weeping roars from hanging trees
Across the angry rivers my fear is seized.

I am weary and feel so alone.
Where are the heroes –where have they gone?
Where is the honor-- valiants grabbed from distant lands?
Where are the sharpened spears  
                                  eased by mighty hands?
Where are the whispering stalwart
                Gentle hearts
                  Yet stinging bees
                            On the faces of my ancient enemies?

Find the armies       
         of my friends.

Send them to me
Before my battle ends.

Morning light will find me yonder by that willow

But Tonight my head
Lies uneasy on your pillow.



Victoria Anderson-Throop 2013


Details | ABC | |

who am i

How can one who lost himself find himself
Every night i have a repeating dream  of an empty field
With a sword in one hand and a mask in the other
As i raise the mask to wear the field is no longer empty
Hundreds stand front of me with same two item a sword and a mask
As i pan the area one thing is different the mask 
With the sword in my other hand i clutch it and raised it as did they
With no nonresistant i  charge towards the mass as they did to me 
I slash, stab, slain, and killed all them
Not once did I wonder who they were as i resume killing
Until one remain the field but  this was different the clothes and mask were red
As i lunge into an endless bout  i grew more exhausted and tired
But the one in red never slowed
Until i stop and look down and notice the sword through my heart
As i fell to my knees i remove my mask looking on the field the men i been fighting 
Were Me
I look up to the one in red and who are he lower his mask it ME
The true me and he said
"The one you slain today are you these were you emotion rage, hate, fear happiness, sadness"
and i ask "which one are you"
He respond "I am love for can never know or fell love until you accept who you are for that reason you will never know love"
As my eyes darken 
I began to wake and notice a blank mask on my bed and wonder
Which one am I


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Hail King Aurthur

  Now King Aurthur hail, hail
 All  the knights armors mail
 Defending castles keep
 Patronages we reap
 
  In his kingdom enemies beat
 From his armies fleet
 By sword, bow and flail
 Even thunder grows very deep
 
  Fighting along this iron rail
 Under siege fighting bale
 Vikings on a ship setting sail
 Viking ships now beat
 Remember all hail
 Good King Aurthur's seat

          Saga


Details | I do not know? | |

Heaven or Hell or Earth

Heaven,
The home of god and all good,
Every one thinks its THE best place to be,
Some might think it's the worst place to be.

Hell,
The home of the devil and all bad,
Every one thinks hell is THE worst place to be,
Some might think it's the greatest place to be.

Earth,
The home of war, love, and nature.
War is killing violence and blood.
Love if you lucky is great and beautiful,
or could be the killer of most people today.
Nature with storms, hunting, and dyeing.





Details | I do not know? | |

SOS, I Have Anthrax

Anthrax, my long unawaited nemesis
you have find me once again 
shying and crying to be heard 

knowing you alone will be, my only witness 
to a death done by
the hands of  the, ones who by law 
can't not be named 

 but, what should i fear? 
for death has found me  
and it make me swell and sneeze
and fills my sons with disease

grave (pray) for me
and fill it with dirt 
seek no answered song of lyrics 
for it will not tell the whole 
but fill your eyes with skin 
and fill you ears with raving chants   
of multi-dreams  of unreal visions


Details | Rhyme | |

brothers

Brothers oh brothers,  every colour on this land,
Its time to come together,  to join in hand in hand,
All of this destruction,  and all of this pain,
We need to live a good life,   not war and war again,
Put down your arms and put down your gun,
Try and live for some-thing,   try and have some fun,
Its just not right to want to kill each other,
Come on man you are suppose to be my brother,
We all got blood and we all got skin,
Some of use are big and some of us are slim,
Lets all stop this bloody  bloody fight,
Lets live life the life we know is right.


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Foreordination

Your Word Oh God is our bread
by your prophecy are we led
your Truth Oh Lord shall be our wine
for by these two do our lives define

Though your sins be as scarlet you be made white as snow
when you accept Jesus and his Father come to know
no earthly treasure that exists on earth below
can compare to the riches to his Sons do show

You do with Holy Spirit lead
your servants to those who True Love need
to give understanding to hearts who hear
and knowledge that your King draws near

Your servants on earth do know your will
the veracity of Truth you in them instill
the prophetic Word by life do fulfill
exposed the lie that by death does kill

We are but clay molded by your power
the life we live tis but an hour
you must guide and teach your ways
to live by your Word is endless days

From ages to ages you are our God
with the Truth of Kingdom our feet are shod
like forefathers and prophets your name do laud
We have accepted your will and given our nod

Through the pen of Truth do prophets speak
whose origins humble and nature meek
you chose the weak of the world to confound the wise
to spread the Truth and uncover the lies

You nurture those who seek your face
who know this system you will replace
the gifts of God been given a taste
who know their lives they must not waste

Jesus the firstborn of a new creation
with him the Sons of God rule the nations
the wise virgins have trimmed their lamp
with his seal of approval received his stamp

In the latter rain do Sons and Daughters prophesy
uncover the Truth and reveal the Lie
within your dreams and visions do see
from the past and future what is to be

Joel 2:28-32 1Cor. 1:21-31 2Cor 5:17 
Galatians 5:14-16 Ephesians 1:1-23 
James 5:7-8 1John

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller


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For Our Freedom

Of gods and despots
making us walk the line
strait into oblivion we go.

The meat grinders blade we feel
and for their benefit there they feed
on the our flesh as if it were their own.

Salted and tenderized
they beat us into submission
and they pick us off like old crusty scabs.

We march in formation
strait in to their gun sites
for our freedom we go.


Details | Free verse | |

Afraid to Change the World

I never thought I’d be so afraid
Of change,
and what I’d to to my life,

And others’.

I feel like a revolutionary,
Standing behind the curtains
Afraid to read the speech leading others into battle.

I know they won’t be ready
to hear the cries of pain,
to see the blood of Death itself,
to feel the suffering of hell,
for all the wrong that they have done.

Like the sinner man, 
Afraid to pray
Afraid to be forgiven
Afraid to make another mistake
To dirty his newly cleaned soul

Afraid to change the world
Afraid to make it dark and full of pain
Afraid to change it for the worse.







A Collaboration with Sofia Shteyngolts










Details | Free verse | |

The American Legend

Soaring high, as the American's eagle pride higher now than ever before once more, elevated nearly every last peak how to mistreat the meek, weak unguided son why can't you offer unrequited love to everyone? oh, lord save me I cannot escape the agents that take hold of me, they surround me... So I levitate up and unbounded seems I've once again found it an escape, from an uneasy paradise This burst explosion A never ending love-peace energy welling up inside me like an underwater atom bomb forever and ever I shall go on accordingly unknown An art recession? let me make a correction this boy's a legend from birth on up banging hard breaking his way through the wall life can sometimes often throw up come crashing hard on the ground I wake knowing the feeling to lose everything except from what I learned from well known legends who made the wings I fly high on


Details | Blank verse | |

Head Man

They scrubbed the heavy, white tiles on the counters and
the acre of white, linoleum floor.
They wiped down the long, steel tables with strong-smelling chemicals, and polished them
until the hard, overhead lights glared back at them.

They made ready for the boys and girls that would soon lie still and stiff in the room.
Far away, the head man took his hands from his hips,
hooked his thumbs in his belt
and pulled his pants up tight.

Moving his head slowly, 
looking over his  shoulder at his face in the antique mirror – which reflected the faces
of  other presidents - he chuckled, adjusted a few strands of  hair on his forehead, 
the neat knot of his bright red tie, and reflected on the brief call 
that sent the effusive , gray bombers off to do their duty.


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

======================
Look for the song-----coming soon!

www.sorrylittlesharky.com 


Details | Rhyme | |

One World

One World?

That world that I never knew
That world I want to know
Whether truth be real
When a presentation of life isn’t to show

Some life have we have had
Rather a no life to have had shared
Have we not the united world to have fled
Have we a united world to have had?

Kind when needed to
Share... no one will
Have we the rule?
Haven’t laws fail?

Imagine a world beyond laws
Chaos to be led to believe
Is there not wars already beyond cause?
And... well... who achieve?

The world I know
Everyone is trying to start something
Only to your world will you show
Today’s living... everything is nothing


Details | Prose Poetry | |

testudo anima

I flew over a vastness of sand,
ancient ocean withdrawn,
dessicated desert,
neither eternal nor pathetic,
snow dusted, the foot of the Hindu Kush,
even now,
as we humans,
such knotted desperate pieces of work,
loving disorder,
our root cause of violence,
livid hatred for truth,
stare balefully at each other,
as the g-force of a turn,
presses me into red webbing,
chop chop of thick air,
shadow light patterned flitting, 
across cargo and armor,
all the knowns and unknowns,
our desperate finite time,
meaning all and yet nothing, 
when the thwap of a wheel touches down,
sharp whistl'd adrenaline,
quick glance at smudged shadows,
dwelling in the corners of our eyes,
like dark chaperones,
always at life's dance,
waiting for the music to stop...
and briefly I think on
the strangeness of it all,
a vague sadness soon fills me,
with what could be but is not,
all of us flawed sinners, 
wannabe saints,
too much nightsoil under fingernails,
as ringing and shouts,
snapping rounds like hail on tin roofs,
with a head ringing weirdly with quotes, 
from braver souls than I,
who think those fortuitous,
who endure life with courage,
while I just shiver behind,
duty and gun oil,
and wonder how someone,
can know another to their core,
and still love them, truly...
and the dust tastes of copper and time.


Details | Haiku | |

Child With a Sword

Immaculate Son
Sent for division, not peace
Giving His sentence,

He is not guilty.
But as blood drips from his blade,
He cries out for life.


Details | I do not know? | |

Just A Soldier

A civilian on the battlefield, 
A soldier among his people,
He is even a child of two parents.

He is still but a soldier,
nothing more, nothing less.

A warrior in life,
A citizen on the frontlines.

We are all soldiers for our countries,
nothing more, nothing less.

Humans are all fighting for the sake of returning home,
To be a soldier, not for war, but for peace.

For each person is but a soldier,
Nothing more, nothing less.









Details | I do not know? | |

LLIB

you can try
keep on trying
none of your gastopo
is gonna intimidate me

because i can see right through you
youre afraid, afraid of what i will do
and have planned for you
and all who appose the rejects such as i 

that look of intimidation
screams fear
ssays slowly
i submit

because you are too stupid to see
that what you have against me
wont bring me down
and in your trials i only grow stronger

i might not seem the part
but my tattered wings blot out the sun
and you have no idea 
of the war you have begun long ago

i will not lay down and die 
but i will sacrafice and die with my sword
knowing in peace you are gone
long before i sleep beneith the earth

so you may try
right or wrong
i will know
no defeat


Details | Free verse | |

Generation

(There is a curse word, just saying.)
We see people dying everyday,
And let the kids watch all this hate,
So when they grow up they can be the same as us,
You really think they will grow up to be different?

Why cant people understand,
We need to stop killing and start helping,
So when our the next generation comes,
They wont **** up as bad as us?

We might as well just watch ourselves burn down the earth,
Because without peace,
What hope is there for the next generation?
You expect them not to grow up to burn a flag?

Our race is stumbling through the dark,
And fighting wars without thinking,
How the future will be affected,
I assure that this message will not die.

But rest in the shadows with a mouthful of ashes.
You would let millions of people die for nothing?
I would plea to the nation to let this war be done.


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War

Dreaming of tomorrow
a world filled with no sorrow
sun shine and butterfly
stars in lovers eyes

Waking to find it all astray
your still gone today
wishing you was back in my arms 
away from the worlds harm

Over in a place so sad
just because of things to be had
will the fighting ever stop
or will we fight till all hope is lost

Why cant this war end
have we not lost enough loved ones and friends
closing in on another dark day
wishing the war would just go away


Details | Lyric | |

Turning

The lamp and the light,

So out of sight.

How can you hang in the gallows,

When you cast your life in the shadows?

For eternity we've lived in the dark.

Deny us of the truth.

Tell us who we are.

For nothing you say is true.

The angels call my name.

For the love of God.

These ancient wars never cease to shame.

The hourglass is broken.

The horsemen are riding.

The buildings are burning.

Our children are crying.

I am Turning,

But darling priestess I still see you.

The warmth of the sun,

Actions so far undone.

How can we search for the fire,

When love is a vampire?

Love is time,

Living out our lives.

Drinking blood out of our life.

Eternal life is a choice that was not mine.

The angels call my name.

For the love of God.

These ancient wars never cease to shame.

Death has spoken.

The soldiers are fighting.

Day and night is slowly turning.

Our people are dying.

I am Turning,

But darling priestess I still see you.

My soul and my heart.

Through my chest, pain of a poisonous dart.

How can your heart keep beating,

When all your life your wrist have been bleeding.

Seduce me into a painful process.

Behind the angel's face, a demon.

A dead life to discuss.

Forever kiss the sun goodbye.

The angels call my name.

For the love of God.

These ancient wars never cease to shame.

In the flaming wishing well, a silver token.

Along with my wishes, stars evershining.

Pain we are learning.

Fight through it, I'm trying.

I am Turning,

But darling priestess I still see you.

The cross and the wooden stake.

Your hearts about to break.

How can you fear the Reaper?

After all he is your leader.

How can you ignore desire,

When your turned into a vampire?


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Nation Hear Me

The dawn of a new age
Tune in your ears as I set the stage
For it is a holy war for peace
And this is a war we must wage
Whether on the front lines,standing in the streets
Or in the church singing to the Lord , while standing on our feet
Even some fight the battle inside their own selves,spilling over into their sleep
No matter how we fight the battle wages on
To keep from getting ran over we must push into the new dawn
Only love is the way to peace
In to every mind let this seep
Nation hear me
Nation hear me

                                           Written by author Joseph Adam Burchett   2/12/12 


Details | Epic | |

Bite

The garden of eden contains the fruits of nature and being one with all its residents. But as evolution triumphs, we move closer to self destruction.
By going forward we are essentially moving backwards.
Stop
I dont want live on this planet anymore
Jumping from the stratosphere
Down
Pluto
Cold
We cant run from time
and our time will come
Taking lives easier than appreciating 
The Fall of nature
Autmn
Winter
.....................
Apple


- Adam


Details | Free verse | |

The Greatest Battle

I fight a war
Not for nation 
Or of people

No blood is spilt
No deaths are tallied
Yet I fight on

No spoil do I gain
A battle that none can win
Yet filled with the greatest pain

Millions will die for me
Many more shall bear the sorrow
Yet all will see the emptiness in me

Yes I fight a battle 
That all have joined in
The greatest battle of all 

No weapons are used
Yet you shall lose
The war against time


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Honor

       When you learn
              To live
          With Honor
    You have learned
       The definition
      Of many words
            Such as
            Bravery
           Sacrifice
           Defense
           Freedom
              Truth
             Loyalty
            Respect
               Pride
               Love
     And compassion
 For once a brave man
    Through sacrifice
  Went out in defense
          Of freedom
Out of loyalty and respect
     When he returned
 With a newfound pride
    He offered his love
  All of his compassion
         Making him
        An example
        Of the word
            Honor

  Written in Honor of
         Our friend
    Joseph Spence
        May my son
   Come home to be
            A man
     As honorable
     





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Could I fulfill my dream

Could I fulfill my dream
I would become a sword,
Whose purpose is to kill
Without  single word.

I would become a sword,
A warrior’s best friend,
Who won’t betray his Lord
For money and for land.

I’d like to be a sword,
Who can accuse and prove,
Whose only wish and thought
Is to protect the Truth.


Details | Pastoral | |

god vs viergro

Dnt even try to get in my way,wht i am to do there is no 
going back,
I have tried the nice way but no its come down to this, taken 
my wife,my daughter,my son,my people. 
'God those it for a reason' humans tell me 
'Didn't u knw ? Viergro also those it for  a reason'
Angels n demons, gods n princess kneel to me.
For the only way for me to win is to lose, n if I win the gods 
lose,if they still win they still lose


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Battles Eve

Battles eve
Before the siege we dance
Drink to those who have been lost
Victory is to come at any cost
Nothing will be left to chance
Sharpening my axe for war
Firelight warms these old bones
The sea wind howls and moans
New enemies on a new shore
The dead lay scattered around
Our ships waiting behind the moon
Glorious battle leaves us swoon
Odin our guide we are bound
Twilight has come my brothers
Into the wood silent we run
Axe and sword it has begun
While berserker rage smothers
Quick and bloody battle won
The slumbering city now stolen
Those who remain crestfallen
Odin’s victory in the rising sun
Drakavai2013


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Stranger at Halloween

On this Halloween night
A stranger came to my home
My parents invited him in
From his cold nightly roam
 
I hear them talking
As he comes every year
My father distraught
My mother in tears
 
He stays for a while
As they chat away
Sometimes they laugh
But, mostly it's grey
 
Its hours later
As i hear the front door
This stranger has gone
Just like the years before
 
I'm older now
And as curious as can be
As i follow the stranger
Down a dark local alley
 
In the distance i see him
To the cemetery he heads
This night of all nights
To the place of the dead
 
Brave as i am
To follow him there
Its as far as i go
From a distance I'll stare
 
He disappears
Into the mist
As i head off home
My question is wished
 
Mum and dad
Who was that man
He comes every year
For a chat and a dram
 
Son, the man who left
Died so long ago
During World War II
At Scapa Flow
 
He can never rest
For his soul is forsaken
The loss of his colleagues
In the war were taken
 
On October 14
1939
The crew of his ship
In torpedo assign
 
A German U-Boat 
The U47
Delivered it's load
And sent them to heaven
 
He's a lost lonely soul
Who stayed in this house
For he always returns
To his loving young spouse
 
That's the story
On this Halloween eve
Of this tragic young man
And his roaming grieve




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-5.php


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On the Defensive

I made it through yet again
I walked away, again unharmed 
One small battle, one small win 
In which this beast was charmed.

Next time I might not get so blessed 
to be able to walk away 
This is becoming too much stress!
But I made it, if just for today.

There will come a time I am sure, 
when I will succumb, fall and die 
And for that there is no cure.
Please just leave me where I lie. 

But that day is not here yet.
Please believe, trust me I know, 
when I say I am in debt, 
my life is full of sorrow and woe.

Maybe I’ll ask myself then, 
which one of my character flaws
caused me to allow this in.
Then sit back take note and pause.

But today I find glory in this small win  
tomorrow is the day I will sit back 
let my mind wander back once again,
Ask myself just what it is I lack.
And prepare myself,
for a defensive attack.




Details | Epic | |

Bite

The garden of eden contains the fruits of nature and being one with all its residents. But as evolution triumphs, we move closer to self destruction.
By going forward we are essentially moving backwards.
Stop
I dont want live on this planet anymore
Jumping from the stratosphere
Down
Pluto
Cold
We cant run from time
and our time will come
Taking lives easier than appreciating 
The Fall of nature
Autmn
Winter
.....................
Apple


- Adam


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War and Peace

He comes to shake         the foundations of the earth
the work of every hand                   of man to prove
to punish the unjust            and expose sin
and those who hate righteousness           he will remove
 
He has sent the call           into all existing lands
that men should seek peace            and it pursue
to separate            the wheat and tare
and expose the hidden things         men do
 
To close every mouth          that speaks a lie
uncover every            thought of hatred done
he has freely offered           you a life of truth
but will not spare            to scourge when they come
 
For the stories told in time      are now fixed
and what is written in its scroll          now firmly set
he will open them       for his kings to judge
and those who have found mercy              their sins forget
 
Those appointed to be Kings         will take their station
they will rule with Christ                     for a thousand years
subject to the rule of God         is every nation
no war will there exist           or the inclement of fears
 
For though the promise           seems long in coming
all the signs are             made visable by light
raise your eyes oh Israel                   your God comes judging
and will reward those                who have walked in right
 
Be reconciled in heart           to seek the truth
that who you are              you come to understand
You are called to love truth             and your brother
until the peace of God           lives in the land
 
The trumpets blast            call the armies to their war
the winged ones ride               the winds of wrath to charge
and poured out is the fury              of his chalice
the cup of violence        is deep and large
 
For all governments of man     are chains to slavery
their aim to lift themselves            and you to rule
but Christ's intent           is to lift you from this knavery
that you might not          become the fires fuel    
 
So make your peace         and seek his mercy now
for when this time arrives         will be too late
though undeserved the offer         of forgiveness
the price will be too high             if delay you wait
 
sources: all the prophets of Israel great and small

 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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God of war

the holy war about to take place
the exorcise the fear of life itself out of the meaning of life
jesus did this for me

When the queen Knights me
the clergy of all faiths goes to the river to pray

When the pope baptises me
the clergy shows the queen every act of kindness
to demonstrate their will to do good

When the homeless demonstrates how they have mastermined peace
my armor will be removed

With just a dollar to make my dreams come true
i will purchase myself a good day from mankind
and together with one foot in front of the other to lead myself to my destiny
to overcome my fate of being loved as a weapon of mass destruction
your one man army god of war transformed into one of god's success stories

Mankind is the hero in this
if in god we trust


Details | Rhyme | |

Under a Full Moon Sky

She sits on the jetty
Under a full moon sky
Wondering why
Just wondering why

Her lover, her man
Has been lost at war
Why was he there
What was he fighting for

In a distant place
So far from their home
He was taken from her
In her mind she combs

Can she face tonight
Will she bear tomorrow
Her heart's been wrenched
In heartfelt sorrow

As she sits on the jetty
Under a full moon sky
To all the others who have lost
Will they ever wonder why?

 

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


Details | Verse | |

Precious Stones

Their worth made them greedy and mad;
they all died without possessing them.


Details | I do not know? | |

For the Freedom-Loving people of Syria

Massacre at Houla.

She was no more than 10 years of age.
He could have been a grandfather.

Young, old, women, girls, men, boys.

108 lives.

Now they are buried,
in hurriedly dug graves,
on the plains of Houla.

Killed by knives,
shot at point-blank range,
slaughtered, mowed-down.

108 lives.

Snuffed-out. Decimated. Taken-out.

108 lives.

As Damascus lies blatantly,
spewing forth untruth,
108 warm, dead bodies,
remain buried,
in hurriedly dug graves,
on the plains of Houla.

108 lives.


Details | Lyric | |

Feelings To Kill

Some days I watched
Sometimes I cried
Most days I dreamed
It felt unreal

It felt too far
To leave a scar
Too hard to stare
No one would dare

Intense
The howl within
A broken violin
Plays my chagrin

Nothing lasts 
Go back, go back
A sounding blast
In the shark’s playground

Some days I watched
Sometimes I cried
Most days I dreamed
Of synthetic happiness


Details | Free verse | |

Cold War

The war it's cold with no signs of any ending, it's like adding another twenty years to a life sentence, even in the heat of the moment lies a cold kitchen, with lukewarm souls, in a dark prism, what's a prison to a free spirit, probably on the scale that some of us think we're worthy of Gods merits, here in the west we know nothing of true devastation, Christians over here see persecution as being verbally abused, the war is cold and that's what they claim their hearts are, but I know real saints who died for the cause real martyr's, and that's a real thug not the lames that holla thug life cuz they gotta brick and a sawed off, I wonder would you still die for ya block if they made you watch ya kids get their ligaments sawed off, the war is cold and everybody claim they gotta heart to match it, but wouldn't dare die for their comrades no full metal jacket, this cold war is heating up is enough ever enough, spiritual warfare is live and well enough bodies to fill up countless dump trucks, only the strong survive and by survive I mean live on in eternity, going threw hell on earth stepping outta that firery furnace with no wounds where the Messiah rains so fervently


Details | Free verse | |

Ready for Red

The handsome flower devil
dances with red roses
as the withering petals
decease, and go unnoticed
just as all the pretty people
toss their flowing hair
while laughing at the losers
because they simply cannot care

Those same flower devils
once made fun of me
but I could see their shortcomings
disguised so flawlessly
if you penetrate them
they know not how to act
before I ever knew it would be
a knife was in my back

Lead my life to ruin
dancer of the flora
I can see the peace inside
a slightly violet aura
hiding deep within
you leave it under skin
as if life itself irritates you
and the rash is violence
so why do the butterflies
drink from my withering willows?
in a garden of ugliness
full of the newborn heros
hiding unstrung war bows
for a day of reckon
with a fist full of arrows
a single finger beckons
ready for red


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Just Fishing

Way off the coast of Maine he is fishing
while soldiers he sent to war are dying;
and out in the desert blood is flowing
as he is busily catching some marlin.


Details | I do not know? | |

D.O.C. Soldiers

We are D.O.C. soldiers down for the cause.
Missouri's convicts and solid outlaws.
The rule that we live by are written in stone.
We are powerful and fearless we are bad to the bone.
We come from these towns all across the way.
Doing our time taking it day by day.
We are solid most blasted with ink.
We don't give a lick what other people think.
All this in time makes us mean ruthless and hard.
It's all a small price to pay to survive on the yard.


Details | Bio | |

Deepest Thought

deep thoughts travel through my mind 
all i remember is a bunch of neverminds
if love is in and out of her body 
ill wait until i find that special somebody
some say sex is complex if so
love me nevertheless
love is war and war backwards 
is raw you should only love when you're 
(R)ead(A)nd(W)illing 
if love is only cover deep
well read it and weep
lust is just a quick bust
real love is never rushed


Details | I do not know? | |

nightmares

the taste of air, dry on your tongue,
the sounds of nothing, of songs unsung.
the feeling of ghost bumps, prickling your neck,
the smell of blood, bodies are wrecked.
the view of darkness, the sky and stars
these are what nightmares are.

the smile of a friend, as they realize their fate.
the tears on your face, 'cause you know its to late.
the laugh of a murderer, cocking his gun,
the scream of a kid, as he has his fun.
street lights, abandoned cars,
these are what nightmares are.

the voices plotting inside your head,
the monsters screaming under your bed.
he feeling os someones eyes or your neck,
the scrape of a blade as it puts you to death.
your arms, the regretful scars
these are what nightmares are.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

A Youthful Girl In Cold War Part 2

I shouldn't have to feel like this
Why I'm treated as property
I'm crying inside but I'm filled with pride
Jealousy, I'm never scared
I''m still focused, only ready to win
My critics will always doubt me In the end

I'm just a youthful girl in cold war
they won't bring me down
I know my value, I'm God's precious jewel
I refuse to let someone overrule
I'm just a youthful girl in cold war

Why is everyone trying to catch me
When I tell them about my problems
Trust me, I won't fall
Besides me and you, there's people in need

Too much rank, too much going wrong
The U.S. is a big party, don't anyone seem to care
I plan to share, but there is only suffering
The world is at misery
Father's and children at war
All a mother could do is cry

I'm just a youthful girl in cold war
they won't bring me down
I know my value, I'm God's precious jewel
I refuse to let someone overrule
I'm just a youthful girl in cold war

Why is it only little on people's mind
We only up for our own kind
Still war on poverty east and west
Take the time out to pray for our people in New Orleans
I don't bother to look at the news
Its just confusion, we'll never know what goes on behind closed doors

I'm just a youthful girl in cold war
they won't bring me down
I know my value, I'm God's precious jewel
I refuse to let someone overrule
I'm just a youthful girl in cold war


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Moonless Sky

If I lose my path 
and cannot remember the way that I came
If I forget the sound of your laugh 
or the way you speak my name
and if all of nature's mysteries 
allude me throughout my life
will the blood on my breath 
and the slowing of my heart
bring us closer together 
or only tear us apart?
why is the world so cold? So cold?
drapped in silence, dressed in allure
the best and the brightest
that sing from outside my front door
walking on razor sharp wire
stretched far too thin upon a moonless shore
drumbeats echo flesh and bone
to trick the eye with slight of hand
Here I stand at the tide alone
A mockery of their reprimand

 

there is truth in tragedy 
while silence holds still
the world keeps turning 
the sun keeps burning
despite my fears I still am learning
hear my war song battle cry
these battle scars begin to heal
beneath the tears that never stop flowing
long enough for my face to dry
and at the end of a day 
that stretches on and on
I remain a hapless pawn
locked cold in terror
stark with remorse
see this is not a system error
it's far too late to change my course
Fires bright enough to dry an ocean
only after cities drown
greed that set this havok in motion
straight lipped liars become faceless clowns

 

As I watch the night devour the daylight
basking in the pain I feel
embracing the tragedy of the moment
to forget the promise, deny the deal
but truth is a whisper so hard to ignore
I can't pretend, I won't deny
the fading shadows keeping score
beneath an empty, moonless sky
Chronicles of wasted time
shadows eat the silhouettes
thoughtless birth in careful ryhme
for despite my apathy my faults are not but one
that I seek to harnass moonlight 
but let the lovers own the sun


Details | Blank verse | |

Its Gangsters and VIolence Part 1

As i spit, the fire blazes off of my tongue, burns this love of anger inside of me
the sunny warmth of this heart seeks out what bestows me
and i continue to depict life in a red hue
so as i walk down the streets, red chucks on my feet and a red jansport backpack, i see
these kids on smack
and im thinking, damn, all high on the mainstream of life that such bitterness has
constrained them.  That's not where i want to be
but as i continue to walk along this side of the sidewalk, the redness in these curtains
bleed and convey me, control me, compel me, intimidate me
And now I am lost.  Absorbed into the brightest of red.
I represent RED.
So as I enter the doorsteps of this home, 
the blue skies fade away, 
and turn this dullness into gray.  
As I take the first step through the door, 
broken dishes scatter alongside every broken tint 
of blue that rushes out of the tub, 
palms raise and screams ring throughout my eardrums.
Such fate of tears I cannot unwind.  
I leave.  
Take the shelter on this side of the sidewalk underneath the ocean sky
along with my family built by society.  
We must hold strong together, 
we must defend each other when in need and through struggles.  
Bring forth the blue of the day.
I represent BLUE.
They walk along the lines.  
I must walk in the middle.  
They are bright with emotions.   
I must dim myself out of respect.  
In the royal purple chambers of loyalty 
i sit in the middle of the road 
not to disclaim their obstruction, 
but to prevent it for change.  
To seek out greater intelligence 
and proclaim that life does not end
 just because of society.  
The consistence of this eager swells


Details | Free verse | |

Guilt or Fear

He sat alone in a dark self-made cell
Only a crack of light revealed him there
His face a shadow of a good life once
Now a torture show to the uncivilized
Ghostlike features masked his lean face
You could hear his teeth chatter in a toast to his non-existent life
Armor black soiled clothes he wore in discontent
Filth and sweat of a war he chose himself
The blackness of his life rose from the graves of lost innocence
Night and day the earth pushed him up
He stumbled and fell unable to stand up straight
No one there to count how many times
His performance was naught, for he'd played this play too much
His family threw him out like trash away
He thieved and stole their love was gone
His mouth was parched from a son-less life
Filth and sweat were the war he chose
Soot and ash, his life a shamble-down shack
Greasy black strings, hung down from his skull
Sweat beads swam in an endless race
Eyes once bright shut down in shame
He sat in the corner for a moment in time
Jumped to pace back and forth as a caged animal
Heroin nightmares hung round his neck
So many holes flesh rotted soul
Descending from a height he could no longer hold
Sobs wracked his body, he screamed out in pain
Sharp metal bracelets cut into his wrists
Iron ankle chains cut through his bones
Blood tears dripped from his sunken ship eyes
He cupped his arms around his knees
Rocked back and forth, not able to stop
Starvation and dehydration tore his heart
The peace he had searched for
Found in the death of his life.


Details | Epic | |

Bite

The garden of eden contains the fruits of nature and being one with all its residents. But as evolution triumphs, we move closer to self destruction.
By going forward we are essentially moving backwards.
Stop
I dont want live on this planet anymore
Jumping from the stratosphere
Down
Pluto
Cold
We cant run from time
and our time will come
Taking lives easier than appreciating 
The Fall of nature
Autmn
Winter
.....................
Apple


- Adam


Details | Epic | |

Bite

The garden of eden contains the fruits of nature and being one with all its residents. But as evolution triumphs, we move closer to self destruction.
By going forward we are essentially moving backwards.
Stop
I dont want live on this planet anymore
Jumping from the stratosphere
Down
Pluto
Cold
We cant run from time
and our time will come
Taking lives easier than appreciating 
The Fall of nature
Autmn
Winter
.....................
Apple


- Adam


Details | Couplet | |

Death Awaits

Death awaits the young marine
The touch of a woman, true love, never seen

Bullets tear through him
He drops to the ground, with blood soaked skin

His companions push forward for victory
He’s left to die, nobody listens to him scream

Angels come to save his soul
Demons laugh for the life they stole

As the soldier cry’s from the pain
He thinks “If I’m to die, who’s to gain?”

A victim of reality, thoughts through his head
Choking on his tears, knowing he is dead

A flag upon his body, his comrades stand and mourn
His parents watch on, staring at the flag, as youths they burned

A memorial was held and heads were hung low
But war must be continued and soon it’s time to go


Details | Heroic Couplets | |

Perfect Love

Perfect Love is what makes a powerful nation
What makes hurt and depression
Fade bleakly away
Perfect Love is what makes jealousy rooth-up
What makes countries' hate
Unfold

They thought a crash - a destruction or two
Of buildings we seemed to need
They thought the killing of our citizen's
Would make us fear them
But they know not our country's Perfect Love
The Love that God has shown
For the opposite of Love isn't Hate, but Fear
And Perfect Love casteth out ALL Fear

Through our Perfect Love - We Stand Tall
And Lift our heads Up
We Rebuild our land and Fight Back
But How?

America chose war
To kill and own the Terrorists' land
To devour the skin that we so shame-
Seems to be the answer and way we so claim

But in the process - We Die
We Kill Ourselves
Slowly, this war turns from Dieing For Heart
To Dieing For Pleasure
Has America lost sight of its own Perfect Love?

You may agree, or disagree, to my opinion
But war shows the weakness of a man's conscience
War shows Fear that the attacker will corrupt
And devour their prey
IF it hadn't, the what would be the point of it
Wasting thousands to millions, maybe even billions, or dollars killing
Killing People we shouldn't, and the waste of Natural Resources of our people?
War means to show that you ain't a punk,
Or ain't as 'weak' or as 'subordinate' to other people as they think
But doesn't Perfect Love show the heart of its people?

What should we do...
I don't know
But the question should be opposed to Perfect Love
The Perfect Love we So claim.


Details | Rhyme | |

Tha Last Battle The Battle Of Armaggedon

Armageddon...

This world and all
 of it's confusion.
Shall one day reach a
 dramatic conclusion.

All of the wars and battles shall end.
That day our Messiah returns
 to earth again.

So much has clearly been said and written.
Concerning the final battle 
called Armageddon.

Have you been paying attention
 to the latest news.
Concerning the country of 
Israel and the Jews?

Israel will be alone that dreadful day.
All of the Jews will bow 
their heads to pray.

All at once... They'll look
 up into the sky!
Behold!  Their messiah 
returns from on high!

On a white horse...  Jesus and his 
army shall prevail.
All of man's weapons will be 
destroyed and fail.

He shall reveal himself, along 
with his pierced hands.
And will reign triumphant
 throughout the lands.

He shall rule and reign for 1000 years.
There'll be peace and ;joy. 
 No more tears.

Will you be with him when he returns?
Or here on earth... as this world burns?

Heaven or hell.  Which will be
 your home?
The choice is yours.  And yours alone...

By JIm Pemberton  03/10/09


Details | Free verse | |

Knock It Down

down down down, knock it down to the basement 
blowing stuff up for a book never made sense 
the books were made, we've been screwed since
religion should be talked about in past tense
hence, the age of ignorance is over 
ill put the burdens of the weak on my shoulders
its a heavy weight to carry 
but death is a women i would gladly marry 
if it means i could stop the torment and destruction 
of our youth, they don't deserve to be corrupted
the mind is pure, void of superstition 
don't transmit unto your loved one your condition 
let them grow up, and make their own decision 
because i know if you did they would never choose the same path 
they would figure out the simple math  
they would never be so arrogant
to believe this world was heaven sent 
and was made with them in mind
they would reject any mention of a being divine 
only wealth and religion can cause a man to be so vain 
eternity, what is there to gain 
is this life and this world not enough for you 
you need another, and another, and another too
it is sad to see you wasting the only life you have 
don't let your children fall victim to the same fad


Details | I do not know? | |

American Soldiers Wife

Do you know what it is like to live the life,
Of an American Soldier's Wife?
Always having to stand strong,
Forever pretending nothing's wrong.
All the tears we shed at night,
Cause our love ain't there to hold us tight.
All the time's we sit in silence and pray,
That God will bring him home safely to stay.
Or when our hearts feel as heavy as stone's,
Cause we are apart and all alone.
And out of all the things in this world we miss,
The thing we miss most is his kiss.
We think of him with every breath,
We know without him, our life is death.
Or when he misses seeing the birth of his son or daughter,
Knowing his sorrow, you hold on to them a little tighter.
Watching your children grow and looking them in the eye,
Telling them daddy's going to be all right and hoping it's not a lie.
All the special events and holiday's he'll miss,
All the missed hugs and kisses from the kids.
All the tears you cry into his pillow,
Dreading another missed tomorrow.
And hearing everyone call him a Hero, your heart swells with pride,
You say, Thank You, and smile to hide the void you feel inside.
He doesn't choose to be away from his family and friends,
But, without our Soldiers this war would never end.
So, do you believe you could live the life,
Of the American Soldiers Wife?


Details | Free verse | |

Is The Pen Mightier Than The Sword

Paranoid delusions of an evil world government enslaving the people
murder for profit
the vast majority of mankind unaware
something is wrong with the world that we live in
how can we stop it
is the pen mightier than the sword


Details | Rhyme | |

Why War, Why Not Peace?

Why are we in war?
Is there anything it is good for?
If there is please tell me, 
because in war life is the fee.
We need to stop, this is my plea. 

Is oil worth a war?
Because that’s what we’re fighting for.
A life of war and fear,
is upsetting, that is clear.
In this world every mother’s face with a tear

This war was a bad decision.
We had no clear mission,
Pointless fighting in the Middle East.
Why war, why not peace,
is an important question to say the least.


Details | Tanka | |

Contemporary Haiku - Catie Lindsey - My Rewrite -Tanka

Caties Poem 

Children play and scream
in a world at war
school bell rings



MY POEM:  Tanka

Children play war games(5)
we laugh as they run guns raised(7)
Prized birthday gift toy (5)
church bells, war heroes  at rest (7)
Mothers sad good-byes, guns kill!(7)



Catie Lindsey's contest


Details | ABC | |

AMERICAN POLICEMEN

AMERICAN POLICEMEN



Misdeeds were put here as a test for mankind
And to many race down the wrong path.
Greed, hate, lust and perversion are satin’s tools
In his workshops of corruption and wrath.

Rape, robbery, murder, and assault
Are committed by the dishonest night and day.
Thank God for those who line up to protect
The principles of justice, honor and fair play.

Where would we be without valiant policemen
Who patrol our neighborhoods and streets?
Risking their life and limb on the line
Arresting thieves, killers, drug dealers, perverts and cheats.

To many officers become victims of divorce
Products of occupational danger and strain.
Never knowing when they say good by
 If it’s their day to be crippled or slain.

It takes a brave soul to become a good cop
Risking everything for little praise and pay.
It’s true that some may abuse their badge
But for the majority we gratefully pray.



By Tom Zart
Most Published Poet
On Tjhe Web


Details | Free verse | |

The War

The roam the Earth,
Killing one by other.
They are demons,
They show no Love and Mercy.

And Faith herself could never save us.
For Hatered, Violence and Anger have become too strong.
The war that God is fighting,

The war that I ignore,
Is ended upon the final battle,
The final cold war,

It will soon be over.

And it will kill the world.


Details | Didactic | |

War: How I Must Live Or Die


I wish…
that war happening around us
would end soon. I feel 

awful when I think 
of people dying 
or, when I see  innocent souls 
have been shot. I feel 

awful when someone
chooses you, to wear a bomb
as I was. Our world,
 
so small and not 
perfect, yet still, we can make 
a difference that I chose to live 
my life. I own it 

and no one has the right 
to rule how I must live or die; no one 
can take my life, except my Creator.

 


Details | I do not know? | |

soldier

what its like to be that soldier?

risking your life and sacrificing alot

but not every one can call themselves that

think of what you do during the day while they dont sleep

that chance to not come back home, their families that weap

scary?? hearing and seeing bullets fly

rounds striking skin battle buddies that die

feeling of mortar rounds striking the ground beneath your feet

IED's exploding under one of your battles HUMMWV

the sound of a 50 cal going off nite and day

bodies falling around them now what do you have to say?

you think your story is hard

try being a soldier for once and you tell me

try living their life and seeing what they see

days in and days out with no relief

and you say you think your scared??

im scared for their families grief

being a soldier is not what you think, its what you are

being strung up in a gang killing dont make you that star

that real soldier is defending this country and whats right

firing rounds down range not giving up with out a fight

seeing your buddies shot and die with their blood on your hands

are you really that soldier or do you stand back in the stands?

waking up and breathing each day hoping its not the last you make

the fear is what keeps them alive but thats a give or take

soldiers losing everything that they once adored

spouses leaving them cuz they cant wait or get bored

its not easy being that soldier even from the good you do

its not a get up one day, kill and walk away thinking you're through

when you're a soldier thats what you are each morning you wake

you live it and you breathe it in with out a rest or break

 

by Taneia J. Nelson


Details | Rhyme | |

The Powers To Be

The hate you gave,
Made me brave,
The games you play,
Made my day.
The lies you tell me,
Makes me trust nobody.
The problems you bring,
Makes the devil sing,
But it cannot break an angel's wings.
The evil in your heart,
Made me strong from the start.
The powers to be is so wicked;
The sins you inflicted made society addicted.
The pain you cause,
Makes the people break laws;
You talk about changes,
But the war doesn't pause.
Free the minds you are controlling,
Free the souls you have stolen,
And put back the pieces of hearts you have broken;
The truth will be spoken,
The true freedom is coming.


Details | Senryu | |

The Descent (Senryu)

descend from the clouds
while blasting enemy lines
Ahhh!—paratroopers


© Joseph, 1/20/08
© All Rights Reserved


Comments: I wanted to be an air force fighter pilot when I inquired into joining 
ROTC in college.  I didn't have 20/20 vision at the time so I could not.  So guess 
what?  I became a hard-charging paratrooper!  Since they would not let me fly, I 
made the decision to jump from a perfectly good airplane while in flight.  
LOL!!! “Airborne—All The Way.”   “Then Some!” Ahhh!!!


Details | Rhyme | |

His Loss

Never mind the soldiers dying.
This war cannot be fought that way.
Dissatisfied, he won't stop trying.
Attack before he'll watch her stray.

The road he's built extends through time
Each checkpoint holding the remains
of battles lost against her crime.
Leaves him glutted with disdain.

Since she chose to trust herself,
the threat was high that he could lose.
Bleeding just to keep himself where
she couldn't circumvent his views.

He opposes her vicissitudes
and disparages her worth.
She takes the blows she's being given
and pursues spiritual rebirth.

She's searching for a way to end this
as her arsenal starts to lose supply.
He lets her hide while weak and remiss.
Peace time's over, Red fills the sky.

Years go by amid this strife. 
Both are wounded, both have cried.
The war continues inside a mind
that knows its right, enough to die.

Slowly, death will creep upon him
as she starts to walk away.
The road he built, 
left desolate.
This war has ended.
She won't obey.


Details | Rhyme | |

Master of Babylon

Prince you are and master who traffics merchandise
your ships o're seas do travel market paradise
trade you do in human souls commodity and ware
buy and sell your targets exchange material for our care
 
You have numbered mankind like slaughter for the sheep
branded their mind and hands your ideology they keep
hazy is the outline your doctrine of their need
veiled by the costume concealment of greed
 
How many become lost in the glitter of your store
never satisfied with plenty but always wanting more
like idols you make them cannot see nor hear nor speak
boldly feed their vanity corrupt the very weak
 
Your stock and trade the trap you've laid
you do counterfeit what's True
with commerce shade a new religion made
skilled entrapments pervade the view
 
Just like the old religions their lusts do you restore
with craftiness you perpetuate avocation of the Whore
Costly is her clothing embroidered veil upon her head
outside painted beautiful but inside is dead
 
You've sold them an ideal and into they've bought
so many think they're nothing unless they have alot
the emptiness interior with diversion seek to fill
subtle its inception nearly painless way to kill
 
sources Ezekiel chapters 27-28
Apocalypse chapters 13 and 18
 
COPYRIGHT © 2010  C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | Prose Poetry | |

If Wishes Were Horses

I say goodbye a lot—not in an “I’ll see you later” or “until next time” sort of way—but in a “goodbye for good” and “never speak to you again” sort of way. I’ve always been all right with it, accepted it, and embraced it, even. You know, people come and go; they serve their purpose and even though sometimes it’s worth it, they go away. I’m guilty of it myself. Just leave. Get out. Go. Don’t stay. I’ve said goodbye so many times to so many people in so many ways, but you posed a problem that my brain, mind, soul, body can’t escape. I just want to be back inside your arms, your bed, your life, your heart, you. Instead, I ran off, 9 thousand miles away to wake up as you go to bed, to play in a giant sandbox. I do not want to stay here; June cannot come quickly enough. March, April, May—three more months of this living in your tomorrow, you in my yesterday. I miss you. I fear you. I long for you with intensity as deep, as overwhelming, as powerful and dominating as the sky’s infinity. I love you. I want you. I yearn for you in every single way; the tears I’ve bled for you are insurmountable. I wish for Home; I wish for the West. Even greater than my desperation for friends, family, familiar faces, familiar places, is my ache to have you near; if wishes were horses, and if horses had wings, I’d have one to take me there.


Details | ABC | |

THE DISTORTION OF MAN



We’re sought  by Satan of that I’m sure
As he plots to derail our soul.
Greed, hate, lust, anger and fear
Are deeds which facilitate his coal.

He smiles at lies, cheating and theft
He laughs at never-ending war.
He drools to conquer the hearts of man
Shadowing every window and door.

Tempting all with unclean pleasures
His success is weakness and desire.
We triumph only through the power of faith
Avoiding eternal torment and fire.

Goodness and evil illustrate life
Like the two sides of  every coin.
Most can’t help but experience both
As we learn who to trust, follow and join.

Praise our Lord for morals and ethics
The laws of  heavenly command.
Without God’s armor and his grace
We become the distortion of man.


By Tom Zart






Details | I do not know? | |

I apoligize did I offend you

As I begin drinking

comes the stuttered thinking

passions made known

hidden emotions now shown

others views are heard

told by your ignorant words

yes, I sometimes come off as a fool

yet you, you seem to be just a tool

in a media controlled world

bombs dropped, family's lost

death becomes entertainment

money, for forgotten lives

yet you, self centered

offended  by words

spoiled little baby,

get over it.


Details | Free verse | |

ABOUT FREEDOM

IRONIC IS THIS TALE 
ABOUT FREEDOM

ANALIZE THE TERM "FREEDOM"
AND ONE CAN CONCLUDE
THAT FREEDOM IS BORN OUT OF PAIN
AS ONE COMES PAINFULLY FROM THE CONFINES OF THE WOMB

WARS ARE FOUGHT FOR FREEDOM
WARS ARE PAINFUL WHILE WARS ARE WAGED

ALL FREEDOM IS BORN FROM PAIN
I THEREFORE ACCEPT THE PAIN AND THE FREEDOM
     (C)...CATHERINE BUCHNER 2012


Details | Quatern | |

Quatern of a millenia

4/29/2014

from sticks and stones that break my bones
to nukes that want to hurt me
why do we all make weapons
cant we set this world free

we were most peaceful as cavemen
that's the way, that it seems to me
back when we went ooga booga
was when we were truly most free

so why have we disconnected?
money and power as it seems
and yet still so many of us
ride upon many lighted beams

still yet I can see the future
mixed within the dark and light
and believe me when I tell you
I see our future can be bright


Details | Rhyme | |

In the Eyes of a Soldier

There I was,
Standing in the field,
Cocking and firing
With no warning to yield

I hear the drumming of drums
The stomping of feet
The yelling of people
With a particular beat

I want to go home
But I just can’t leave
So I keep on moving 
Continuing to grieve

I think of my family 
And my friends at my home
I wonder what they are doing 
While I stare at my chrome

Patches of blood
Down on my shirt
But it doesn’t bother me 
My soldiers are hurt

So I take my turn 
To stand and be proud
I cock my gun
In this vicious war cloud

I aim and then shoot 
Hitting my mark
But in the sky
I saw a bright spark

I thought it was over
But again and again
The bombs keep on coming
Killing our men

But we will not surrender
We will keep moving forward
Marching and shooting 
While continuing onward


Details | Rhyme | |

Teardrops of War and Pain

Teardrops dropping,
My heart nearly stopping,
When you left me standing here,
You said "Goodbye, my sweet dear."

I asked for you to stay,
If not for another year, then perhaps one more day.
You looked me in the eyes,
And said "This may be our last goodbyes."

You kissed me with tenderness,
As if this may be our last, final kiss.
Ours lips parting,
The situation hardening.

As I said "I love you so,
I don't want you to go",
Pulled up a sandy, monstrous truck,
Alerted to shoot, but not at a duck.

I saw such pain in your eyes,
When we told one another of our love, and then goodbye's.

I'll never forget what happened that day;
I can't sleep at night, so I walk to the bay.
The bay is so full of our love,
The one thing that accompanies me is a dove.

I cry teardrops of war and pain,
To only know of what I lost, but will never again gain.
I hope for you to come back home,
Until I find out that I have to find a silent, cement dome.

Everyday and every night,
The pain is too much to bear to eat even a bite,
As I sit here at the eating table,
I'll admit, I don't think, anytime soon, I'll be stable.

The pain is too much to take,
I'm dying of this terrible heart ache.

I cry so many teardrops of war and pain,
That I think I'll never, again be sane.


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My song

Fell into this rabbit hole
I went down down down,
Into another Country
I Hit the ground ground ground,
Fell in love with danger
Until it bit like a snake,
I Realized I was surrounded by the 
Fake fake fakes,
Now climbing up these walls
I see the welcoming light,
Cold November can’t replace this fixed fight,
I saw Stolen authority 
wherein an unoriginal plate,
In a losing army where they all meet their fate,
Taking all the money and staging all the fame
I awoke one morning to this vicious game
While the world keeps on dreaming,
I am rekindling youth from out of this rabbit hole,
They may have tried to take my pride
But they can never take my soul.

BY: Sabina Nicole


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Community Service

Our commander in chief
will soon leave office what a relief
for he has occasion and a reason 
to engulf a gulf into war
from the Persian gulf to Capsian sea
our leader to his guilt will cop a plea
for the crime he has committed 
and the perfect punishment should be fitted
for all the flack
he should pick up trash in Iraq
for all his lies
from a horse's butt he should swat flies
for his cabinet in question
he should not have access to the button
for the threat of nukes in the sky
he should eat humble pie
for the hour is at hand 
where as a country we should tae a stand
and put in command
someone we demand
no more recounts
and questionable elections
for these transactions are but reflections
our time in now
bring home or sons and daughter and leave not one P.O.W 


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A DIVIDED HEART

A DIVIDED HEART

We are all born with a heart that is corrupt and wicked within
We are all born dead to the things of God in our trespasses and sin
We all need the new birth to see the kingdom Jesus spoke about
We all need to be born again to enter the kingdom and not be left out.

When we put our trust in Jesus the Holy Spirit comes to live inside
His purpose is to subdue the sin nature that just refuses to be denied
Yielding to His purposes brings about a change of heart and mind
This transformation of life and character only in Him can you find.

The Divine nature implanted in us is to set us free from the curse we are under
Only by obeying God’s word can we experience His life transforming power
Submitting to God is the only way; grace is given to the humble contrite heart
Living under the control of the Spirit is how we show new life has had a start

We are always being pulled in two different directions at the same time
We are experiencing this division constantly in our hearts and in our minds
This inner conflict is always ongoing it is fighting for the control of our life
Yielding to the Spirit is what brings about victory and inner peace from strife.

In our hearts there is a war the Spirit and the flesh are constantly in a fight
We wrestle in our minds between doing what is wrong and what is right
We often do what we don’t want to do that is evidence of the allure of sin
Only by the power of the Spirit can we overcome and win the battle within.

One day our inner war will cease we will see the fullness of our redemption
On that day our flesh will be no more for we will have put on incorruption
We will bow before Jesus seated on His throne and see Him in all His glory
Testimonies of His redeeming grace our lives are a part of His eternal story.


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Fouad Abbas

He was steering us somewhere
This Fouad Abbas
Having given up the world as unreachable
Now took hold the yellow disc
and wrested what was left
into some sort of plan.


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black dove

black dove wont bring messages of peace
but leaves nightmares for you to keep
flits her wings, begins to fly
watches as the others die

black dove brings messages of death
count to ten and hold your breath
brings sorrow into worldly lives
and watches as the others die

steel beak and black wings
knows only of one thing to bring
doesnt know the word survive
while she watches as the others die

comes tragically, yet makes no sound
stills the wind and breaks the ground
forgotten what it means to cry
as she leaves the others while they die




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The Reign of Pain

We studied history and what we found
millennias in which war oppression tyranny abound
wars of religions politics and conquering men
violence destruction to Lord over their kin
 
Murder was rampant by all priests and kings
formidable weapons firearms tormenting things
those who designed torture for bodies called church
the lair of demons where the ravenous perch
 
Greed and abuse and fornication prevail
the assault on the senses this mindless assail
so few in the books found worthy of praise
even Socrates wisdom found shortened days
 
The depravity of Sodom again sees it's raise
for modern times man hasn't escaped these ways
you may not view a child in burnt offerings fire
but your neighbor will destroy just to reach higher
 
Technology and convenience can never change man
no law or potentate ever proved can
historians of the past were dictated by ruler
deleted the info that proved they were crueler
 
The distraction of materialism and it's convention
cannot change hearts or criminal prevention
men cloak their thoughts with lies and disguise
the women of today have become equally unwise
 
To the writing of books there is no end
that knowledge alone cannot hearts mend
to change our way God his Son did send
for Life in us seeks he to defend
 
Conspiracy theory cannot be denied
Lucifer to the first woman he lied
the mind needs food and absorbed that thought
and ever since then lies have been taught
 
God has set a theocracy for kingdom to rule
144,000 kings and priests will be his tool
to Serve mankind and those of resurrection
until they reach the state of original perfection
 
For God will gather all things in his Son
who died so that our freedom be won
Love by Way of Truth an Life prevail
and nothing will this kingdom assail
 
 
sources Matt 20_25-28 21:12-16
Matt chptr 23 Apocalypse 4:18-22
chptr 7 Ephesians 1:1-23
 
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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Commoners Amidst Bedlam

Ignorance they say
Is bliss
The bombs they hurl
Over the sky
Bringing down cities
In seconds
The blood they shed
Too expensive
To be bought back
Wasted
For a selfish purpose
Somebody else’s
Sense of right
Picking sides
Where both sides
Shoulder no surety
For their lives

Here we are
Sitting behind our screens
Modern human beings
Watching this macabre tragedy
Something we hear of only in history
Someone’s home
Someone’s life
What difference does it make
To us who have the comfort
We watch shaking our heads
But worrying about the next bill
Or the next day
They might not have a choice
To choose tomorrow over completion

We don’t understand uncertainty
Joking about our misery
We needn’t hide, fight to survive
Our misery still precedes all
That’s a fact and will always be
There’s no shame in admitting
Ignorance is bliss…..

……Reality
Though ours
Is not what we need
When tired
When weary of hard work
Helpless 
We sit on the other side of the world
Listening to the word
Hands tied behind our back
Pushed to the edge of the plank
We don’t feel their pain
We can’t dry their tears
A situation so gory
Not our story
So we sit with only empathy
Sympathy and fear
Some decisions we can’t make
So we’ll only voice the emotions
We keep bottled to prevent judgement.

We pretend 
Even though we aren’t
Ignorant 
Ignorance is bliss
Because that’s what we see ourselves as
It’s who we are
Commoners amidst bedlam.


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Palestine

amongst the very many she had a heart of gold
until she was shot lay flat on the floor 
blood like puddles, oozing in to streams 
just a little girl never to be seen
because of the destruct she lays in a grave 
doves flying over sending her grace
poppies, daffodils and tulips around her as gods merciful angels suround her

could it be that identity caused this terror 
palestininians are dying and its strictly not by error
whether by bombs, bullets, guns and blood the game of war has just begun 

there will be more if we step down now
palestine will forever be known as  masscred grounds
the destruct and endless memory will surely remain

the fibbing name of a land of gold
the remaining pain in millions of innocent souls
the cry for freedom not being heard 
the trenching and suffering of people who toss and turn 
the resting of others who lived to die 
i am palestinian i block the fear in my eyes

i love my country and what its become 
but yet im in shock of wut my land has become 
awakening i realize reality, sanity and the country that's mine
the land that  vanished in front of my eyes
the hills i used to play on 
the trees i used run through
the freedom i used to feel in my heart
and now it's gone

palestinian i am 
palestinian am i  

the bombs flying, guns shooting as common as a butterfly flying in lines 
no fear, no tears not a thoght of worry 
as long as their far from near 
so how long do we suffer,put our lives to sake
shed our tears 
when will peace make it's way
we've felt and dealt with so much  pain
but to me the game of war is a stupid game 

and when this life is over
we'll meet in a place of peace where war has no chance
we'll all be free gleaming with content
because of what i've suffered in my life i'll gain it in the end


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Humiliation of Society

Hearts beat in shallow chests as brains tick in empty heads
Unseen eyes glitter as to small hands pull to big triggers
Money wouldn’t let go as it dragged the world behind it 
If bombs fall killing everyone do they make a sound?
Lies come from microphone equipped stages as the masses keep a clapping
I watched millions die for greed of the liquid black gold genre 
After he lost faith the son of god sold out and did Nissan car commercials
Truth is swept under the rug by the politician janitors 
In the jails of hate of race only people stood
Only language of government, propaganda  
Nations bleed white vomit as they all turn into one 

Open your mind to your own thought not just what your taught
Flags of freedom flew high creating shadows of corruption

Someone asked quietly did he find his nuclear weapons?
Our violence took control as we laughed at history 
Calling voices from the gutters to an unhearing feeling
Indicating that this is a mistake and it may be too late to start to cooperate
Even religion took its place behind the rolling tanks of destruction	
Thought is the only thing left to save 
Kneel to our new god, fear


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Twins

So gracefully grazing the sky,
Higher than blue birds fly

Above the cauliflower clouds,
Below the starry crowds

Such a commanding machine of man,
Speedily sweeping the land;


Now carefully descending down,
Their gaze cast to the ground

A frightful fearsome eye,
A baby child's cry

Ensnared in a teething trap
The towers did collapse.


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I apoligize did I offend you

As I begin drinking

comes the stuttered thinking

passions made known

hidden emotions now shown

others views are heard

told by your ignorant words

yes, I sometimes come off as a fool

yet you, you seem to be just a tool

in a media controlled world

bombs dropped, family's lost

death becomes entertainment

money, for forgotten lives

yet you, self centered

offended  by words

spoiled little baby,

get over it.


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White man came, took everything

They sailed from ports
From Europe's past
To Ancient Civilisations
How long would they last
 
Genoa, Santander
To name just two
Galleons, traders
Who helped who
 
Distant lands 
So far from their home
Indigenous tribes
Whose kings they'd dethrone
 
Aztec and Inca
Civilisations iconic
Along came the white man
Chronic
 
Pillaged for riches
To send back home
To fat bellied monarchs
Whose throne's groaned
 
Indigenous culture
Stripped from their land
Preached new culture
Forced to understand
 
Great civilisations
Of this planets past
With wanton greed
Would never last
 
Civilisations modern
Whose next on the list
New Guinea tribes
White mans twist
 
To look back 
At the carnage thrust
White mans greed
Was their only must
 
For all the lands
Who felt their sting
White man came, took everything

" Inspired by Midnight Oil "


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Rotating Door--Past Lives contest

Rotating Door 
(M J Halliday 20140623)

I stepped through the rotating door,
To be born in a nameless land.
Recycled again, like before...
A soul as ageless as the sand.

No one escapes mortality.
I stepped through the rotating door.
Spent the next life in a city
Among the disenfranchised poor.

The next few lives were marred by war;
Civilizations rose and fell.
I stepped through the rotating door.
A General said "War is Hell".

This time around, I can recall
Glimpses of what happened before.
In broad contexts, this life seems small.
I stepped through the rotating door.


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Ronin 21

There is a price in taking another man’s life and
it strikes during the repose of presumed peace
waking screams to the half moon sky jaunted movement startling
calm water reflections deepening self hatred scowling back
in the shining metal reflection of someone I no longer know
A moment to take a man’s life feel his weight fall upon your weapon
His mouth silently open asking the question his eyes have already answered
I alone among thousands with rain washing the sickness and desecration
And pooling deep into my pores the fresh blood that fuels this new ghost
to forever bond to me his untimely ender his teacher
that has not and never will have and answer
for his blue fading eyes


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Control The Skies

heat of the battle dog fighters command the sky top gunning air force © Joseph, 1/22/08 © All Rights Reserved Comments: I wanted to be an air force fighter pilot when I inquired into joining ROTC in college. They informed me that I didn't have 20/20 vision at the time and was not selected. As a result, I switched to Army ROTC and had a wonderful time with twenty-one years of meritorious service.


Details | I do not know? | |

savior

I'm caught between my heart and my feelings the insanes logic slowly revealing the battlefield drenched with mistakes made not nearly enough the price to be paid a calming word, transformed a harming world endured a storm is drifting and quick on my tail a confrontation of hot and cold gales a twister shows my irresolution love my blindfold a cloudy illusion a future forbode locked with lies consumed by those who claim to see through shut eyes a war is lifting and my allies run thin the ignorants blood we can't ever win the devil lays hot coals to refine us the flames catch the weak who will confine us so you protect your pain and love your hate they dig our hole and we'll never escape we slowly grow darker and flames hotter the link missing between father, son, daughter hush the gales for your pain is what i crave mind and body only focused to save rest now for the stars smile, shine, and cry gravity seen reality defined trust me to catch your suilloete aginst untamed skies only in deep pools of blood will i die i'm caught between my heart and my feelings realities plight slowly revealing hear the solom sunkin words of the stars who dare to be up and a away so far they lay sane and untouched by the hard time and i pray for you to follow in line a storm is drifting and quick on my tail a war is, lifting soldiers raised from hell give me your pain relenquish dependance so i can weild it and close the distance savior


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At war with my mind

I am at war At war in my mind I Wonder what I will find Inside.... A mind full of pride supressed by humility Trying to be confident in the face of insecurity My mind.... Trying to release thoughts of progression held as prisoners by repression My mind... needs to be freed Im uprooting every weed and sowing in pure seeds I try No lie... I do try The epicenter of my being stops me from seeing truth. but connect it to my spirit and the lord will vist.


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The Battle of Armageddon

This world and all
 of it's confusion.
Shall one day reach a
 dramatic conclusion.

All of the wars and battles shall end.
That day our Messiah returns
 to earth again.

So much has clearly been 
said and written.
Concerning the final battle 
called Armageddon.

Have you been paying attention
 to the latest news.
Concerning the country of 
Israel and the Jews?

Israel will be alone that dreadful day.
All of the Jews will bow 
their heads to pray.

All at once... They'll look
 up into the sky!
Behold!  Their messiah 
returns from on high!

On a white horse...  Jesus and his 
army shall prevail.
All of man's weapons will be 
destroyed and fail.

He shall reveal himself, along 
with his pierced hands.
And will reign triumphant
 throughout the lands.

He shall rule and reign for 1000 years.
There'll be peace and ;joy. 
 No more tears.

Will you be with him when he returns?
Or here on earth... as this world burns?

Heaven or hell.  Which will be
 your home?
The choice is yours.  
And yours alone...

By JIm Pemberton  
03/10/09


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A Trojan course

Winter comes to steal all the color                                                                                   There is a plan yet to discover                   						                   As The cold begins to raid the night                                                                         The sun withdraws its warming light                                                                           The fruit more colorful, so also the turning leaves                                                    As the frost attacks these, Color hides in root and seed                                              Winter seems to have the upper hand                                                                        As leaves and fruit take a last stand                                                                          They fall to the ground withered and brown                                                           The treasure of color buried in the cold ground                                                        As winter celebrates the death of life, It is a small sacrifice                                      For the army of color is now hidden and ready to fight


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The Stolen Generations

The tripping lights,the spinning sound,
At long last,the switch was found.

Complicated situations, feeling the vibrations,
Of the numbing sensation of the mind in control
Of this bodyless soul.

Being prodded and poked while being provoked,
My walls came tumbling down,
And I couldn't even make a sound.

This price i'm paying it doesn't seem right.
Is my weight worth gold for whats really being sold?
It's too late she cries, tossing and turning,
Hating her own demise.

Would she have been more wise
If she could have seen,
The hurt in these blue eyes,
The chances that could have been.

I never had a chance to tell my side of the story.
The moments that could have been,
Our crowning moment of glory.

My dreams are shattered, I feel battered and bruised.
I once felt welcomed, now I feel used.

With one last gasp of air, my soul slipped away,
My mummy had her abortion, on my 1st birthday.


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Perfected Insanity

I hear voices
I see people that are not there
I worship the devil
I believe war is the answer that solves all of our problems
taking drugs is a good idea
and if you see me i stand out in society more than you
I am different
and you all know nothing
for you give people like me power
you follow people like me
I will not tell the truth
for lies and liars and deception earns me money
I am your example to look at and condemn
to become a satanic martyr
and one day a saint for the church of christ
and on this cross of this grudge i am nailed and hailed as this narcissistic i am
for it all revolves around me
I am perfect
perfectly insane
and anyone like me should be on pills too
anyone that is violent and mongering after violence with lies and deception
no matter the scale
should be considered insane like me
I am perfect
too perfect for you
here to get my foo tin the door
stirring the pot
the things i find funny are not
the things i think are good ideas are wrong
the label i am is a false reality for you to believe
I am perfectly insane
a saint of treason and treacherously living on the edge as an example of do as 
isay not as i do
for you to learn what anmd how to believe as a society
before you giove peoiple like me more power and attention
and the right way to diffuse the powers you have given the crazies like me

so get your guns
lets smoke some drugs and off to war we will go
and all those countries at disputes with another praising higher powers 
hippoctically i believe you have it all right
and i thump my bibnle and follow blindly
for i am sane i believe and everyone else is right and i am wrong with no insight


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The War

It was cold outside and we were all dressed up
we danced in the streets cause 
we were madly in love

he took my hand and held me tight
kissed me and hugged me and
came to my house every night

one summer i had to go away
 from this town that i have always called home
it killed me to say my goodbye
but he wrote me a letter everyday that went by

Finally i returned and it was a surprise
he held me and didn't let me out of his sight
he always loved me and he always will
he let me know everyday that our love was for real

War broke out and he had to go
because of those German and there Uboats
he said to me that he would come back 
for he couldn't leave this world without me in his arms
and then we went and i feared he would never return

he wrote me everyday that he was gone
he told me that the fighting was real strong 
but our love he felt even miles away
he knew he would be back
to see my smiling face

The Last letter i got from him was full of memories
for he knew his own fate on that morning in the trenches at three
he reminded me of all those good times at the lake
and picnics in the woods
and how we would stay out real late 

but at the end of the letter i started to cry
for the letter got sloppy and then i knew why
 he wrote that he wont make it through the night
but he will wait for me in the heaven's sky
The War has now taken my love's life


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Bronze Glazed Trophy

The attack of virtues destroyed
Ancient thoughts seek new beginnings
Missile traced land cultivated by might
Beyond the distance beholds new light.
   And the books foretold these days to come
Flaming birds to ignite the sky
The earth to quake as mountains crumble
Within the depths hides the eyes of man
In the words of their God Amen.
   A steed stands in triumph
A site within it’s fiery glare
Bronze glazed trophy of God’s hand
Looking forth to the rainbow cleared sky
Bold in the Heavens eye.
   Together we take upon this desolate wasteland
Where life strives no more
Heat scorched bodies molded in their flesh burnt scent
Lie scattered about
Struck down by the hand of government.
   Still I ride this valiant steed
Images in a waking dream
Chasing the distant rainbow of promise
For man to regain life within a new light
We shall ride on through the night.
   Unto the ancients as they rescind from the sky
Seeking new ways for mankind
Forgiveness of their hatred sins
For life is love without the bomb
Or else mankind was wrong.


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