I was once a little twig with dreams of being a mighty tree
So people would come from all around just to look at me
As the years started to come and go I fell in love with the wind
I would open myself big and wide swaying to the music of my friend
My rings became many and my bark was as red as red could be
Then the day finally came I was the tallest of the tallest trees
I stood tall and I stood proud and everyone knew my name
As my rings continued recording my destiny to fame
Then the fateful day it came my friend and I had a fight
Looking back I can't recall who was wrong or right
I said, "You are but the wind something people can't even see"
" And I'm the king of them all the tallest of the tallest trees"
That night the wind started to howl she really started to blow
And I the tallest of all the trees learned we reap what we sow
My roots struggled to hold on tight but without a soul around
She who had been my dearest friend knocked me to the ground
The loggers came and cut me up then shipped me away
To my soul that truly was a sad and lonely day
Torn from all I knew and loved wishing I didn't have to feel
I was cut into boards and post down at the local mill
Now I'm back here at home just a few feet away
From where my friend the wind and I used to dance and play
I'm the deck on which you stand I lay below your feet
There is a bench made of me would you care to have a seat
Sometimes in life our roles change just take a look at me
The trick is no matter who are what you are be all you can be
See I was once a little twig who became a mighty tree
And now I'm a redwood deck as proud as proud can be
And of my friend the wind she visits me everyday
So I can thank her once again for helping me find my way
Distinct in its' precinct
It lies low
And remains aloft
Full of power
It moves about
To and fro it goes
Until it finds its prey
Rich or Poor
Cowardly or Bold
Master or Servant
Weak or Mighty
In its physical form
It was defeated
In its abstract
It was unseen
Around its prey
Until the time is come
The die is cast
And the command is
The soul is taken
As the line is cut
Life to the body
A tear to many
A joy to others
A curse to some
A blessing in disguise
It is to you
What you choose it to
We touched for a moment
From across the room
As only eyes allow
Standing in yen
And somehow fearful
I turn away
If I held valiance
Crass and fiery
I would dare to you
Though not today
I am of frailty’s ire
Flames of forbidden desire
That is you
A rare beauty of youth
I am lost and aged tonight
Afraid to look in your eyes
Fearing the burn
Of desire fulfilled
Heavy heaves in my chest
In a sigh of defeat
Up the empty pathway
I move on
Men of substance
I implore you
Come gather around me
I have no ears with which to judge you
Allow your ideas to resonate
Vibrate within my core
Bounce from my surface
Come to life
I was formed for a Holy purpose
Placed in this room
Enclosed within these walls
A host for your imaginations
A silent witness to community
Men of substance
Think each others thoughts
Breathe spiritual breath
Allow me to be your Altar
Join your hands
Bow your heads
Blessed and courages
I am your silent witness
Made for this time
For this purpose
I welcome you
My honored guests
People travel me from far and wide
Cars, vans, trucks, people inside
Going places around the globe
I help them on my open road
Winding up and down the hills
Some stop to see ocean spills
Police surveying people’s speed
So, the traveler’s better take heed
I have ramps for people to exit their space
Of final destination or resting place
I am the highway that has some strife
Looking for my exit to start a new life
If I could find it, I could begin again
Just like these travelers when they come to their end.
©Holly P. Moore
Lord God, send us Your Divine and Moral Virtues to assist people
Faith, to deeply understand and produce evidence to the unseen
Impart Hope to be determined and persevere successfully
For persons to consider a little generosity to Charity
To present Prudence by being careful
For untruthfulness to bring into Justice
Give fortitude for lawmakers and government officials to be strong
Bring in Temperance to exercise Patience and Tolerance
We ask these in the name of Father Christ Jesus to send out the Virtues of the Holy Spirit
Sweet silence of a Sunday morn,
The world of weekday chaos shorn,
Not even the honking of a horn
As traffic idled,
Held back by the arms of the Law,
Impelled to wait, with tempers raw,
Stewing in the sun's hot maw,
And as I stood outside a shop,
Wondering why the world had stopped,
Out of the stillness came a "flop",
A sound so faint.
Repeated with a steady beat,
Approaching from the small side street,
Till into view, with flapping feet -
A sight so quaint -
Emerged a plodding mother duck,
Welded to her scrambling pack,
Never once e'en glancing back
To take a tally!
(Which baby duck would ever fail
To follow close on mother's tail
When upon the pilgrim trail,
Or dare to dally?)
A Moses on full purpose bent,
No glance to right or left she lent
As straight across the road she went,
To lead her brood
Down into the flowing stream,
Where ducks may swim and ducks may dream,
Safe from the ire and hissing steam
Of traffic queued.
And did she realize her luck
On reaching the promised land, Ma Duck?
That out of danger she'd been plucked,
By humans saved?
For some observant soul in sight
Had soon foreseen approaching plight
And brought the police upon the site
To part the waves!
*Wild Thang Monkey
All the things' you wanted to
Know about a monkey
But, was afraid to ask.....
1. Never touch one in the wrong place......
2. Never let a monkey see you naked!
3. Never let the monkey know that
you are about the same thang
4. Never let him see you pet or
disrespect astray monkey!
5. Never let a monkey go first!
6. Never ride a monkey out of anger!
7. Never let a monkey know all
of your business........
8. Never monkey around with another monkey!
9. Never let a monkey see you apologize.
10. Alway's remember that monkeys' are
naughturnal. Never let them see you
monkey around with another monkey....
Here is our Indian Hero,MS Dhoni,
an ideal role model to many.
Whenever Dhoni is batting at the crease,
viewers say,"Do not disturb me please"!
He regards Seven as his lucky number,
and he is as cool as a cucumber.
Everytime he comes onto the field,he prays to the Sun,
and later returns to the pavilion with an emphatic win.
He looks calm and composed in any kind of situation,
and turns the team into a mood of celebration.
He is a real hard-hitter of the cricket ball,
and the target set by the opposition seems to be small.
He is very sharp behind the stumps,
and extremely quick between the wickets.
He is a perfect modern day game changer,
and the opposition can sense that they are in danger!
He absolutely loves executing "The Helicopter Shot",
and no other player can match his talent,in short.
He tries to bring the best out of every player,
and always looks at things in a positive manner.
He has been listed among the top 100 by "The Times",
and hope he achieves many more in his future games.
I have never thought of death.
Well, that's not true. Everyone
does at a time. A peopled perishing
if you will. We constitute it
with sickles or in a carriage
or call him soft names. Man
versus death; man conquers
this nothing by attaching arms,
ears, heart so it may feel its indifference
resonating like fingernails on fiberglass.
The great human figure, now
cyclical of its mortal fragility.
Were our endeavors false,
these simulacra, these apparitions
beset gaily on their creator?
Like a cement plant, are we
indebted to the dust made
by our hands, and fills our lungs?
All I know is
it's an inconceivable sadness to think
I have never thought of death.
Sometimes I still use a cordless house phone.
When I call her I imagine her wrapping an invisible cord around her finger
as if she were only walking slowly the opposite direction as the cord stretched further.
When she talks she says she likes to feel her voice as it runs away from me. She says that she wants me to believe distance is just a myth our minds created. When she held me I was a last box on a moving van. I was stretched out like piano wire waiting for a hammer to knock the breath back into me. Her hands forced me upward like keys pounding harmony.
She is the hottest day of summer telling me to wake up and find water and her bed is an oasis.
Our clothes scattered a mosaic across the paint spotted carpet.
We read to each other from the bookshelf on the corner.
The one that sagged in the middle until all its shelves were smiling, ready to laugh loose their stories.
The morning she left the half-closed shades left cords of sunlight stretching across her chest
and I traced them but there were highways, and she the smallest country.
When she calls me she traces her breath as it spirals like a hurricane to the wall and bounces between cities. Her voice is strangled with 350 miles of telephone lines.
The clothes we dressed our floors with for months have been stripped away.
The room is naked now and the bookshelf, half empty. When I think of that house
she is the only thing I can remember. Everything else fades, the room disappears entirely and I remember only having lived inside her. Home is where the heart is.
The first astronomers who looked up there had to have discovered sparkling new words about how far two things can be. We build telescopes to force everything closer.
I have built myself a telescope with bed posts and bathroom mirrors.
On warm nights I climb to the top of my room and look west where the world curves her away from me. I know now why the myth of a flat earth existed for so long.
It is not a story of people afraid of falling but of people terrified of growing apart,
reading that if you stare hard enough at the horizon, you’ll be able to find anyone who is left you. But “listen” she says. The blind man on my block had his cataracts removed.
He told me when he looked out his window for the first time he couldn’t understand why his hand was larger than the houses across the road.
He couldn’t grasp how things look smaller at a distance so close your eyes.
Stop looking for me in satellites fading below the skyline. Let us make this world flat again.
I am always right here.
This continent is just our kitchen table.
These highways piano strings.
The same note ringing resonating between us.
God keeps our sight stronger with eyes that we will never see by looking in a mirror.
The animals know better than us. The rain has never poured so loudly in a key so soft.
To the front, the sailing of city buses and mini vans cruising across in this weather makes the water underneath their tires sound like the street is crying out for 5 more minutes of sleep. Up above, the trees are protecting a nest of baby blue jays before they get washed away by the silence of their mother not being there. But with sky blue young spirits, and small empty stomachs, they keep hope alive in the fact that even children know storms and struggles don’t last forever.
Below the trees, nature has found a name to call it’s own. From the hole dug by the little boy next door, a family of three foxes have named human nature sanctuary, and burrowed their problems into the sediment to rest for a while.
To the side of the hole, a flock of ducks are swimming in the water with eyes open wide enough to where you can see their loyalty to love one another rushes wild.
To the right of the pond, caged up in a man made blanket, and lost in his own mind, is the boy. From what he remembers, last night was like a train accident; A head on collision of two people he could’ve sworn he saw holding hands just the other day. He hears the sound of plates shattering in C-minor, and the chorus of words that his parents screamed in F-sharp, so he imprisoned himself in his own bed sheets, accompanied by the courageous corduroy bear who he swears keeps hearing whisper “everything will be okay.”
It’s raining outside, and the crescendos of screams have been silenced by it’s peaceful security.
The boy, sleeps soundly now. The rain has protected his ears, and guarded his heart from being washed away by all of his nightmares.
He doesn’t care whether he wakes up. The baby blue jay, the resourceful fox and the brave little duck are all he wants to keep dreaming about.
Maybe he’ll run away into the rain? Or maybe into the arms if his mother?, whom he prays he can still recognize. To the left of his bed, he picked up the blank page of his coloring book and a crayon, and became a life long poet in that moment that morning. Taking a deep breath in, and giving a soft breath out, his first sentence was
“The animals know better than us.”
Do you find your-self
With-out a ladder and
Just don't know
What to do?
Try the "Law Of Reciprocity"
Fore only good thing's
Come back to you!
Be Prudent in all matter's
- And -
Always' do your part
And always' be care-full
In matters' of the Heart
I can go ahead and personify the ocean
As this pen has been granted the poetic license
To carve a soul from a still object-
And make the ocean take the form of man.
The soft sand shaking forth beneath our feet
The sweet salty smell of the ocean-
Caresses our nostril to the presence of nature
As we watch the image unfold-
Of such huge expanse of water with ships lacing its trails.
So the sun came right above the sky
Embracing us with his scorching arms
Sending waves of heat upon the earth-
As we scamper to find a shade to rest our legs.
So we watched the waves wash the sea up the sand
And watched as half naked men dive headlong into the sea
And there by the shore some set their dice to roll upon the sand.
Just you and me; we watched as the day sailed by
And beggars raised their hands for token-
And little unfortunate boys walked hungrily behind their mothers.
Together we heard it speak,
As it tells us of how beautiful life is,
And how tumultuous the world could be,
So we should expect it.
It speaks to us about the joy that abound
When two people confide in the other,
So we should embrace it.
It speaks to us of how marvelous God is;
So we should seek Him.
Let’s bury our worries in the sand of yesterday
As the ocean speaks to us-
Of men who have been lost in the wind of vain
And of people staggering effortlessly in chain.
Man is history; just a filament of a story.
We heard the ocean speak,
So beautiful and terrifying,
We heard it shriek.
She is bronze colored in complexion...
She is not too tall nor too small..
She is found along high rise buildings to sidewalks..
She dresses according to the 90's, to the latest moda...
She has her own unique style...
She has of brilliance undefined..
She has the hands soft to caress and rough to grip..
She has of eloquence: smile that soothes...
She is from the southeastern seas..
She belongs to islands of myriads history..
She comes from the land of the tropics..
She stands out among the crowd..
Empowered through high quality education..
Unbreakable by dozens of life experiences..
Molded flexible enough by Her culture
Zest enough to face the whole world..
Wether in the most sophisticated way..
To the simplest servant you can see at home...
What makes her so captivated...
Her full blown nationality of being a Filipina...
© O. E. Guillermo
Sponsor Poet Destroyer A
Contest Name a poem you have not entered in a past contest # 11
You might look at me
with your blushed pink face
Your hard pimpled complexion
But above it all I know
that your sharp edged
square attitude is all a bluff
we can all see that you really are
two faced so double the math still
just a slab
standing the test of time
waiting to be cracked through age
when your crevices may be filled
to tidy your appearance
and make seem renewed
a little younger cosmetically
by the touch of skilled hands
steady in their chosen profession
Yet at the end of the day
you are just going to get walked over
oh, mr. sunshine, how you do glow
on sunny days which your rays do sew
and oh, mr. sunshine, how i miss you so
on those gloomy days when you decide to go.
oh, mr. cloud, how you do impede
that mr. sunshine who is kind indeed
and block those shining rays we all need,
big, wet teardrops fall from your own guilty greed.
so cry, mr. cloud, cry your eyes out
cry me a river and wipe out this drought
for once you are done with this maddened bout
mr. sunshine, with golden rays, can again walk about.
oh, mr. sunshine, keep your head high
happiness is abundant when you are nigh
for even mr. cloud, who heaves a sorrow sigh
warms his fluffed limbs in your blue-crystalline sky.
She's got a plan
just moved to Florida
one week in the hole
a forced proposal...
maybe if I get a job with insurance;
we'll get married...
then you'll have insurance too!"
the spider web is officially constructed
no...we'll name it
the Black Widow!
Of the Heart
When Fishing in the
Sea of Love
One simply must
Choose to use
SOME PEOPLE ARE HERE FOR A SEASON AND SOME STAY FOR ETERNITY.
THERE ARE SOME PEOPLE WE WANT TO FORGET ABOUT AND SOME PEOPLE THAT WE CAN NEVER FORGET ABOUT.
BUT ONE THING FOR SURE THIS LIFE IS FULL OF JOURNEYS,TRIALS,TRIBULATIONS AND MYSTERIES.
THERE ARE SOME PEOPLE WE CAN LIVE WITH AND SOME WE CAN LIVE WITHOUT
LIFE IS A JOURNEY EACH MILE IS A STEPPING STONE TO SOMETHING GREATER.
LIFE IS LIKE A BOOK EACH YEAR OF YOUR LIFE IS A NEW CHAPTER AND THE ENDING VARIES.
THE PEOPLE WHO ARE THERE FOR US WE IGNORE THEN THE ONES THAT IGNORE US WE BEG FOR THEIR ATTENTION WANT TO BE NEAR THEM AND WANT TO CHERISH THEM.
WE FIGHT FOR SOMETHING THAT IS NOT THERE THEN WHEN WE REALIZE THAT IT WAS ALL FOR NOTHING WE LOOK SAD AND ANGRY
THERE ARE SOME THINGS THAT ARE MEANT TO BE CHERISHED AND SOME THINGS THAT ARE MEANT TO PASS US BY.
NOW WE MUST MAKE THE DECISION ON WHAT WE SHOULD DO.
They visit me here though they think me dead
They all think me a long time gone
The mausoleum is quiet, with only a dark shadow
Creeping upon its ancient walls, and thats of my own
The heavy door seems to creek all of sudden I think
Outside I hear the sounds of what seems like footsteps
I open that very old secret door which leads to my rest
And with a heavy heart consumed by this fire, I prepare for the kill
But then, outside, there is no one, no one is there
No one out there now to steal from me this time in here
Outside now I catch only the furtive and dark shadows
As I hear the lonesome cry of a howling wolf or hurting bird
I dart quickly another look again to my ancestral and cold coffin
My fateful resting place is one more time again safe
No friend nor foe to release me to free me tonight from my woes
And from all of my black and torturous betraying thoughts
I, Barnabas Collins, I stand here in all this darkness alone
As I close my weary eyes for another moment and rolling time
Then again I hear the wind moaning and hear the wind weeping
The dogs are howling and my wounded heart abates in the wind
They're my only companions in my endless and perpectual sorrow.
Dorian Petersen Potter
July 22, 2010
is not the sound:
of a banging gavel,
as the result of a man's decision.
It is found in the laughter of orphans,
or in the quiet tears of a widow's distress.
Justice, does not announce its presence noisily,
nor does it appeal to mere reason or fleeting thought.
It is in the silence of a still moment that it rushes in.
A flood of rescue, a team of unsung heroes, without banners.
In the simple embrace of a father to the orphaned, or mother to the widow.
There it is found in the least likely of places, the free offering of smiles.
An undeserved torrent of kindness that drowns out history's pain,
giving a new and beautiful fragrance to the debris left by injustice.
Tears lose their sting, they become source of life watering souls,
satisfaction is no longer measured by simple shelters, or full
bellies, and clothed bodies; this is not true contentment.
Joy ignited by the embers of love, fueling life.
Purpose, not dependent on fiscal wealth,
a life becomes a raging wildfire,
made visibly tangible,
Peel back my skin & you will find bone.
Bone so white that it drarwfs the paper I scribble on now.
Just like your my bone.
Just like his bone.
Just like the bones of all of those who are black, yellow, red, purple & polka dotted,
my bones are nothing more than branches rooted deep in an idea.
An idea of a man filled with ideas.
Ideas which are seeds, seeds that when planted, grow when watered by heavenly droplets.
And when the rain falls, it will wash the dirt into the gutters & we will pretend that it was never even there.
Just like the innocent bloodshed of invisible African children.
Bloodshed in the name of love?
Bloodshed because men try too hard to be gods forgetting that when everyone at their feet are dead,
the only praises left will be of the voices left remaining inside of their own heads.
And yet we will do nothing about it, because far too many of us only believe life.
But in order to believe life
you must first live.
And living only exist on a dying man's bucket list.
So go ahead, jump out of airplanes in the name of your mother's fathers.
Look at your girlfriend guys.
Let her for once keep her clothes on.
Remember that she is somebody's daughter.
Tell that man or woman how you really feel.
Hold the door for someone you don't even know.
Tell somebody a secret that will let their heart grow;
Grow so large that it burst from them as a shout of joy!
And them let them catch fire and call it the spirit.
What spirit you ask? I know mine.
Not dad, but Father.
And my heart and mind when with You, even if your spirit aint mine, that alone I find is true love.
So go ahead. If you're a brother
be my brother. If you're a sister be my sister.
Cause what the world needs now is lots of smiling faces,
Very giving people
And every single one of us putting together the pieces of the puzzle called peace.
So peace my brothers.
Peace my sisters.
Tonight, let these rough cuts
make us into love wishers.
THERE ARE SO MANY PREACHERS TRYING TO BE TEACHERS BUT INSTEAD THEY ARE LEACHERS.
LYING,CHEATING AND CREEPING AROUND LIKE A SNAKE IN THE GRASS COVERING UP HIS SLYNESS WITH SOPHISTICATION AND CLASS.
THE DEACONS ARE CREEPING ON WHO THEY CAN PREY ON NEXT WHO THEY CAN DEVOUR WHO THEY CAN EAT UP.
PRETENDING TO SHOW SINCERITY WHILE ALL THE TIME THEY ARE LOOKING FOR WHO THEY CAN PULL INTO THEIR OWN CIRCLE.
THE LADIES LOOK DOWN ON THE OUTSIDERS FAILING TO REALIZING THAT THEY WERE ONCE IN THEIR SHOES.
THEIR NOSES RISE SO HIGH IF IT RAINED THEY WOULD DROWN SNIFFING THEIR FANCY PERFUMES INSTEAD OF BREATHING THE WORD OF GOD.
INSTEAD OF MINISTERING TO THOSE IN NEED THEY ARE AT EACH OTHER'S THROATS TRYING TO UPSTAGE EACH OTHER.
WITH OUTFITS,CARS AND OTHER MATERIAL THINGS IT IS SUCH A SHAME HOW THE PEOPLE IN THE HOUSE OF THE LORD BEHAVE.
WHAT IS THE PURPOSE OF GOING TO CHURCH IF YOU ARE GOING TO BE ANGRY.
WHAT IS THE POINT OF GOING TO CHURCH IF IT IS NOT FOR THE LORD.
WHAT IS THE POINT OF GOING TO CHURCH IF IT IS NOT FOR THE RIGHT REASONS.
PLEASE HELP ME TO UNDERSTAND THAT IF PEOPLE WOULD STOP AND LOOK AT THEMSELVES BEFORE THEY LOOK AT ANYONE ESLE THEY WOULD KNOW THAT!
Dear Soap Bubble,
in an air-light reflection
of the ephemeral beauty
of this world
rumbling inside the anima
of a tiny simple
I shall enjoy thy sight
Shall I live in fear
for you not to burst
Shall I be the wind
to blow tenderly
directing thy path
Thy shelter shall I be
I surrender myself to thee
Weak and alone,
As I follow each task.
Too much time,
Looking through the tears of an hour glass.
Looking for purpose,
In a world so humble.
My Heart, It Breaks,
My Walls, They Crumble.
Mountain to mountain,
Going up and down.
Along with the riches,
Whose being selfishly crowned.
Who is he to feed,
The hungry and the poor?
Who is she to bleed,
When a million other people come left and right,
Just to find out what they're put here for.
We're moving up one,
Then taking two steps back.
There will be many more times,
Where our lives gets all off track.
Waiting and watching,
As our world makes it's spouts.
Cursing and sobbing,
Not living any moment like it counts.
Watching people die,
From the inside, out,
As our world breaks down in heavy shakes.
The people start to scream and shout,
"I Pray The Lord My Soul To Take!!"
LIKE NO OTHER.
People says loving you is a crime,
My eyes cried listening to this brutal rhyme,
because u r dearest to me every time,
And I died 1000 times listening sour words like lime.
Watching your eyes is like watching a heart touching accident,
because your single tear makes me restless 100 percent,
But these people doesn’t understood what I meant,
& I am sure one day they will definitely repent.
I can’t even think of leaving you,
Already cried so many times and tears r still due,
I told them love doesn’t see cast barrier & it’s a clue,
But they beat you because of our love and its true.
U came back again for me and my heart again cried,
Watching your scars u don’t know haw many times I died,
just to be with u several times I lied,
so now how to live with u someone has to guide.
Is it my fault that you are a monkey,
Cant I love a creature even if it is a donkey,
I just love u cause you are more pranky.
When u dance from one branch to another,
I open my arms as a player open for a ball to gather,
Cant we enjoy the life being together,
But these people say please don’t be with monkey forever.
In the end They say you might jump & disappear soon,
How will they climb trees because its like reaching the moon,
They said better love a donkey because he can be found in noon,
At one more thought they said better love a famous cartoon.
You chew your papaya like you chew her head.
Callous and savagely,
You take out each seed, like you did of hers.
Each seed she sowed in you, you spit out from your soul.
You think you can slice away from her life, give her a piece and let her go.
Aah but what do you know?
She has already killed the biggest seed sown by you.
In her womb lies the remains that you spewed!
The remains of the Papaya tree you grew...
I am looking for dream interpreters.
My name is Goodluck
Don’t swear yet please, don’t “****”
I am no president or “less”
Neither am I clueless
Parents christened me Goodluck
So if there be name sake as me
Well, that is bad luck
Like I said,
I am looking for dream interpreters.
I had a dream last night
I saw ancestors.
Breathing fire like dynamite
Asked me if I am insensitive
Or just clueless
Out of respect for ancestors, I asked them
‘Insensitive to or in what?’
“Insensitive to or in what???”
Was their angered response
“Even in this, you are still clueless”?
Their lead speaker asked
“Okay, fine! Mr. clueless” he continued
Under your watchful eyes
The plane you are saddled with,
Cries out for a pilot
For the auto-pilot can’t land it
And you are a clueless pilot
The ship you are saddled with
Cries out for a captain
For you have broken the compass
And an inevitable sink might come to pass”.
“Mr. clueless” he continued again
The streets of Jos,
Blood has become a river.
Have you seen the butchered women…
Have you seen the opened bowels…
Religious insurgencies on the instant
United Nations office and police headquarters
All crashed landed with a bang…bomb
Churches are smashed, even mosques
The blood rivers of Jos has flowed beyond us
Now, it’s a national flood above us
Yet your greed is on the oil well
You have weakness for debt accumulation
Your greatest height of insensitivity
What happened to profits of yester years?
Same old promise of good roads,
Good education, a better tomorrow
Yet, forty billion, a former house of reps
Single handedly stole it.
Are you leeches never ever tired of loots?
Or fear of insurgence of the deprived youths?
The people raped by empty promises of bandits
If you are in all these things clueless
Then our dreams for the country is hopeless
All leaders before you
Have creatively out done you
Hate has come to the surface
And you have lost your grace”.
Then from the dream, I woke up!
I need dream interpreters.
THIS POEM IS FOR THE NIGERIA PRESIDENT WHO CAN’T FEEL THE NEED OF THE NIGERIA PEOPLE
Some people say
That he is just no good
He is alway's creeping
Around the neighbor hood
Some people say
That he is sleek
And some people say
That he is slack
But, as the reaper of Soul's
He is out of wack
Most think that he
Yet, he commit's evil
Like no-body should
Some people say that
He has got flavor
Yet, he has never done
A decent day's labor
He is always' out all night
He never sleeps' in.
Instead he hang's around
He is always' in the graveyard
Looking for Minions'
Looking for slaves'
Who make bad decisions'
And has no opinion's
I don't care what
People might say
Buy, he will see you
Come judgement day
Putting it mildly
Speak in Tongue....
And some speak out
Of the side of their neck'
Some do it to supplement
Their own sadistic
Strait out of the Arm's
But, when it comes' to Sin
Their is no such thing as
I'm crying out with these emotions that i'm can't explain
I'm crying out with two emotions in my heart,my sadness,and my pain
My tears flow out like a river fall into an endless ocean
My mind feels like its at war with my emotions.
Can you see my tears as they flow out
Can you see the pain in my eyes
Can you understand the pain I'm suffering from
Can you hear me asking why
I'm crying because of the world's ever escalating malice
I'm crying because of the news always showing victims of murderers and rapists
I'm crying because seeing so many deaths.
I'm crying because of seeing innocents breathing their last breaths
I'm crying because of people dying on the street corners
I'm crying along with the other mourners
These tears are for those who've died in wars,barrios,and ghettos
Even though we it was their time to go
I'm crying because the the pain will never go away
The tears will never disappear
All i can do now is pray
And that people can see this black youth's tears
Tornado alley is a place to visit if you must
go there with conscious caution
look out for nails of rust
The alley's fraught with winds that fiercly circle with no warning
Look left and right. Look out, that's right!
Who know's what'll be left in the morning
This place is quite forboding
Mother nature does her scorning
It's quite clear to me; staying clear is the key to surviving when it is pouring!
the memorys youll eventually forget,
the people you knew,
gone in a cloud of shattered dreams,
past loves turn into hatred,
these are things that are a result of our so called,
in the dark clouds of our minds a solum strand of light,
blooms forth changing your perspective,
evan for just a moment
the birth of children,
things you may life without,
but you have always wished to have,
created in them,
for with all darkness there must be light and in all joy,
there must be sadness.
when people of good faith come together to achieve
and activated the love in a large choir
of a non-existent sky's throne
framed rolling Mon become endowed with the word,
and deed into several puzzles a prison of bitterness there, the price framed as a
real mingling with the thousands of beads
you wear you are guardian of peace to
the desperate people know your punishment like a private waxing image embedded
in the ground of the soil of happiness you can yourself see in the mirror of the
calipers on the run of shells in the sea
be vigilant about your only rainbow
hair stand right on my frosted awareness
If these walls could talk they would have said 'No!',
No!,to growth of green algae and mosses on their skin,
perforated with holes which allow water to flow,
Their colors fading and their beauties cannot be seen,
Their very foundation shaken with great intense,
The land they defend is no longer fertile,
Ideas and sovereignty they protect have become past-tense,
All their works become insignificant and futile,
Clay,sand and loamy quarrel;to divide the land they seek,
while soil flora and fauna fight with a bad motive,
Animals collide with these walls making them weak,
Cyclone,storms and floods ram unto them like locomotive,
With all these commotions,they would have cried not talked,
These walls regret for being together,they could have walked.
*These walls--past Heroes and Nationalists that fought for the independence of my country.
Now there are internal wrangling or fighting,commotion,dissatisfaction,tribalism,religious bigotry,killings and terrorism.The unity of the country is shaking...
*clay,sand and loamy soils--three major tribes in my country.
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My computer glared with social hate
I buried my head down
It beeped a message
Telling me; we should really spend less time together,
I just think your making everything about me
I can't be friendly to your friends anymore
I can't keep wishing electronic happy B-days, when I don't know who the hell they are!
Tell me you hear me..... also this facebook wench! Jesus does she have to know
Everything you and me do in private
Can't we even go out on an on-line date,
Without checking for the latest youtube sensation
I mean, since when do you even listen to OK Go?
Not only that, but you use me to steal others copyrighted material
I could go to jail and so could you,
Do you want the FBI to confiscate me from you?
I thougt so, I just came to the conclusion that
You and me? we need to take a cyberbreak
You should try your cellphone sometimes..., I know he definately feels left out
Except when your using him to check on me!
This is done
I can't keep living life knowing that your using me to become sociably popular
I'm not your free ride to reality T-V fame
Get it? Got it? Good!
And if I catch you trying to tweet me in my sleep....
Well..... you don't even want to know!
Before you came into my life, the sun shined, the breeze blew, the birds flew, and
people mingled. Day after day, I witnessed life's splendor through my window. I had
an urge one day to venture outside my captor. The sun still shined, the breeze still
blew, the birds still flew, people still mingled, and I was life's spectator. Suddenly,
then came you, you entered my life like the sunlight that interrupts the dark, like the
music that fills the silence, like the supernova that brightens the sky. Our hearts
spoke an inaudible language that only two lonely souls know; thus, faith has
become our liberator. Now, we are inseparable. As we frequently strolled through
the ravine, the sunlight paraded her beauty laminating our path, birds gracefully
glided through the air as if they were been choreograph, the summer breeze burst
with fragrance caressing our souls, and consequently we became a part of the
cosmos. like a well-deserved gift that is torn from one's arms, so is my heart, faith
has torn us apart. Instead now, we are kindred spirits separated by distance, so, I
retreat to the familiar to witness life's splendor. The sun shines, the breeze blows,
the birds fly,and people mingle.
***********What is a disconnect?********
- When -
More Money defending
Than We do feeding
Your chances' for success
Are very Slim.....
That is the disconnect
What do you expect!
Life is an everyday struggle, a struggle that never ends where people die and children cry
and you learn to just pretend. Pretend that you are happy. Pretend that everything is ok.
Pretend that this crap is normal, when you know its not suppose to be this way. They said
God only gives you what you can handle, well I wish he dint trust me so much. Cause eve
been strong for way too long and at this point rim about to bust. Over 10 years i was held
captive in that belly of the beast but that has no comparison to the pain eve endured on
those streets. My precious family dying off 1 by 1, so tragic, so painful i just want to run. I
cant run to my mom God took her to heaven too, since she has been gone i just dolt know
what to do. A piece of me died with her, rim no longer whole...i loved my mom with all my
heart and soul. She wasn't the perfect mother but shes all i knew, mommy if you can hear
me, I love you.Tell Aunt Lisa i love her and im sorry she left this world in so much pain since
shes been gone no one is the same. She didn't deserve to be taken out in that horrific way
but dont worry they are all gonna pay. Life doesn't get any easier, its an everyday struggle,
it never ends...Where people die and children cry and you learn to just pretend.
A special world for you and me
A special bond one cannot see
It wraps us up in its cocoon
And holds us fiercely in its womb.
Its fingers spread like fine spun gold
Gently nestling us to the fold
Like silken thread it holds us fast
Bonds like this are meant to last.
And though at times a thread may break
A new one forms in its wake
To bind us closer and keep us strong
In a special world, where we belong.
-Neither Can Live While The Other Survives-.........
I didn't think I was two people in one single body
My brain holds many rooms like a huge hotel lobby
I'm struggling to just be a single entity with only one side
When things get out of hand far beyond my control, behind my alter-ego is where I hide
Everyone loves Richard, yes, but everybody hates Chris...lol
This ain't T.V. its real, something must be done about this
Richard is who my girl fell in love with, caring, laid-back, docile
Chris is the beast who's been tearing at my insides for a while
He wants me out of the way so he can desroy what I worked so hard to build
My reputation, relationship, my life, are on the line, my heart acts as my only shield
I look in the mirror every morning tears falling free from my eyes
Then I see Chris, with that leering, taut, sneer that I despise
Get rid of him, fight him, you can still win, take control
But would it be right, because in my life he's played a good role
People asking me so who are you today: Richard or Chris?
Chris is that a-hole isn't he, Richard is who I miss
So what am I supposed to care what people think about the Other Me?
Forget them! The choice is mine, I do what I want, this is my destiny
My mind is made up, I'll get rid of this parasitic, demonic, disguise
I'm gonna get rid of him because: Neither Can LIve While The Other Survives....
Where do I go from here Jehovah. I have tried and I have not succeed. I did what
you have adviced and failed. I have followed your exampled, and instead I was
ostracized. You have seen my affliction, and you heard my out cried. I am wobbling
in a pit of excrement, and where is my rope. I have done nothing wrong again,and I
am being slaughtered. You have seen the two side on the coin, and why sweet
Jehovah you have not save me. Why per long this saga when every story has an
ending. Why make bad people look righteous, and good people look wicked. I have
beseeched you on matters and I have groped for your advice, and I have follow
them. Then where is my victory, you are "Jehovah God of Army" ,and I have lost the
is it a waking dream?
is it a waking nightmare?
it be the thoughts of the deserted,
those who have nothing left to lose,
the ones who can go mute without a second thought,
the ones whose dreams overflow with the blood of others,
for they are the ones who see the sinister truth,
the end isn't near its always been there,
for you see the end is not when the world ends,
it is the last day you feel complete,
it is the day you feel worthless,
the day you see only the dark side of things,
the moment you imagine slaying the beast of which caused your pain,
for that is the day the innocence known as your "inner child" is finally slaughtered,
and when your become...,
THE DAY LAID ITS FOUNDATION ON THE EARTH AS THE CLOUDS GREW DARKER AND DARKER.
HOW CAN I ALLOW THIS NOT TO RUIN MY SPIRIT SO MANY PEOPLE I HAVE LET OUT OF MY LIFE.
WITH ALL THE BICKERING AND ALL THE FIGHTING I MUST BE ABLE TO MAKE GOOD.
I HAD SOME VERY SPECIAL FRIENDS BUT I PUSHED THEM AWAY OVER AND OVER AGAIN.
FEELING AS IF I WAS I HAD TO KEEP MY WALLS UP AND NOT LET ANYONE IN.
THE HEARTACHE ERUPTS AND I DO NOT KNOW WHERE TO BEGIN.
AFRAID OF BEING A FOOL AND AFRAID OF BEING ALONE HOW CAN I NOT LET THIS HAPPEN.
A NO-WIN SITUATION IS WHAT I AM IN THE PEOPLE I CRAWL AFTER HAVE NO INTEREST IN ME.
THE PEOPLE WHO ARE IN MY PRESENCE WHO WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR ME I MISTREAT I MISUSE.
BUT I HIT ROCK BOTTOM AND SEE WHERE I MADE MY ERRORS IN THIS LIFETIME BUT I COULD NEVER MAKE UP WHAT I DONE TO THOSE WHO HURT ME.
NOW ALL I HAVE TO DO IS SEE WHAT I CAN DO TO MAKE IT RIGHT.
UNSPOKKEN WORDS ARE MEMORIES LOST,
...COUNTLESS TIMES THE UNSPOKEN WORDS,
THAT HAVE CLOUDED MY HEART.
SCREAM OR SHOUT ANYTHING BUT SILENCE!
CALL OUT MY NAME AS I CALL OUT FOR YOURS,
MY SOUL LONGING FOR YOUR ACCEOTANCE AND LOVE.
LOOK INTO MY EYES AND YOU WILL FIND MY SOUL.
TOMORROW WILL COME AND MANY DAYS AFTER,
YET TODAY WE SHALL NEVER SEE AGAIN.
SHALL WE LOSE TODAY AS WE DID BEFORE?
IS TODAY THE DAY WE BEGIN TI HEAL?
UNSPOKEN WORDS HOLD DARKNESS TO THEM,
THEY THRIVE ON SHADOWS,
THAT WE HOLD WITHIN,
HIDING FROM OUR CONSCIOUSNESS.
HOLD CLOSE TO YOU THE PRAYERS,
I'VE PRAYED FOR YOU,
I LONG TO HOLD YOU CLOSE
TO MY HEART IN A CHILDS WAY.
I once told myself that your thoughts is what tells you lies.
following my dreams.
im done washing my eyes.
growing up i felt so ugly with low self-esteem.
im beautiful because i made my dream.
walking by people back than that you see dont even notice you.
it's because you changed with the pretty in you.
yes i was stuck with lots of wonders of how would i ever show me.
i have man telling me now i see real and thats the woman we want to see.
i smile now because not only outside now theres so much beauty.
inside theres i gift.
a gift to let people listen to not only my words but dreams.
a good change is what i mean.
BENEVOLENT HIS CHARMS
PROMISING NO HARM
SEARCHING FOR HIS LAMB
DEATH IN HIS GRIPPING KISS
SLANDERER OF SOULS
SCYTHE AT HIS SIDE
REAPING WHAT IS YET TO BE SOWN
DRAGGING IT DOWN INTO ABYSS
BEATTY EYES LIKE BLACK POOLS
HIS SMILE ENSNARES
THE OMEN OF EVIL
HUNTING HIS PREY
LURED INTO THE GRAVE
A BECKONING CONCLAVE
MURDEROUS IN ARDOR
The fallen leaves looking at the heavenly sky
and at my own doorstep they, in silence, sigh;
they often criticize my feet as I pass them by.
Day and night, they hang around, relentlessly
and never know that they, actually, bother me
from entering and leaving my place. My kitty
cat does not like them too, ‘cos they do crackle
as she tiptoes out, eagerly, to touch the sparkle
of the afternoon sun. Ah, today I have to tackle
the task of teaching them and myself. Luckily,
these delicate hands of yesterday are totally free
from the arid office, serving my boss with a tea
that I gathered them and place them in a shelter
of green, letting their last smile not just to loiter,
but for them to use it, for Earth to have a better
feel. Now, I see them not, yet they promised me
that they’ll be back once they’ve seen the beauty,
curved from their skin, of a blossoming cherry tree.
What a precious thing to love another
It’s a privilege to be loved by someone
Two people interlinking as one
His presence strengthens her heart
Her appearance gives him the power to go on
It’s so easy to display intimacy doing good times
Through opposition communication is a must
It’s not all about you
It’s about the miracle called us
It’s about love
It’s about the miracle called us
A sweet embrace is what you longed for
Now that you have it you didn’t realize
what was in store
Somehow we fell to understand we must work
to make a stand
It’s not all about you
It’s about us
It’s about Love
It’s about the miracle called us
Two people interlinking as one
It’s a privilege to be loved by someone
Through opposition communication is a must
It’s so easy to display intimacy doing good times
It’s not all about you
It’s about us
It’s about Love
It’s about the miracle called us
Have you ever noticed how people smile at newborn babies?
Why? There is a beauty about them which stands up and demands attention.
There also is an extraordinary beauty in you. We spend most of our days mean- mugging
(looking mean), fake smiling and laughing at communication that is really not funny.
What about looking in the mirror and smiling at you every now and then? Those radiating
lips, gorgeous multi- skin colors and unique backgrounds.
The drive you possess which makes you more than one woman.
A Wife, Girlfriend, Mother, Diva and Business Woman.
If the lady of the house is unhappy the whole house is unhappy.
The strength to give birth and mental stability to raise a child in the way he or she should go.
You pray for everybody else but what about praying for you?
You care for everybody else but what about caring for you?
People say you are crazy if you talk to yourself and answer.
Well, I have discovered for myself most of the time I receive the best solutions.
Anything that is destined to better you will be talked about and challenged.
I have also discovered you are worthy to smile with and at yourself.
If Idon't get to say good bye for one and final time,
then know i've alway's loved you more than anyone could.
And though you are ill and the diseases you have are painful and kill,know God will comfort
you and you'll rest in his arms.
You are my mother who I dearly love,you are my friend and alway's have been.
We've had our cries,we've had our laughs,
we've shared pain,and were both a little insane.
How can I say exactly say how i feel,
when so far away i cannot show you.
I wish i could give you all you deserve,
the moon the stars, and all you dreams,
take away all the pain,the nightmares,and screams.
This reality is all to real,
I want to wake up,call an apeal.
god is who we must call upon,
in times of right,in times of wwrong,in times of joy,and times of pain.
He is the one who can save us all!
Your soul he will rest,now i'm depressed.
Just in case i dont't get to say goodbye.
I wish i could hold you and hug you again soon.
But when i give you this letter it'll be to late,
you will probably be gone.
I sometimes curse life and it's whores,.
You my mother,please know i love you,
i love youi because you've alway's loved me,
in all i have been andand always a friend.
An ear to listen,an eye to see,a hug and a home ,
A mother in all.
times were rough in our growing up,
we didn't have much ,and sometimes very por,
you gave up alot,even the men that raped us.
We our family,barely alive,barely escaped.
Nobody knows of the horror we've endured or seen,
what we've lived,how cruel,how mean.
But we were strong,we made it through it all,
we have survived one and for all.
now your time is coming to rest,
So follow God,He offers his best,
A kingdom full of no pain or hate,
but of much love and joy.
something you so rarely had,
you will soon have.
So take it and be glad,
rejoice and be glad,
You will be in Heaven!
I love you mom!
Jesus know our greatest needs
He has planted an incredible seed
That whosoever may believe
Be tuned in and aware
there are people out there who will use you
I'm not trying to give you a scare
I just don't want people to abuse you
Listen to all the words theysay, then...
fly like a bird or stray
Or stay if you dare, whatever you care
please be cautious
don't get nauseas when I say
An almost insane smile
Like an incomplete piece of mould
His handshake is stiff
It's as if his hand were dead to his whole body
He likes to play king
All bow around him
Like leaves being rustled by the wind
Him, the wind that changes destiny
In the boardroom
But my bark is worn out
To bend is to break it
And the branches are not fully grown
It hasn't even began to flower yet
So where shall my leaves fall from
But he is not yet done
He will continue to fight
Even when he is alone on the battlefield
Because it has been predetermined
That he shall be the warlord of the era
Battle or no battle
He shall continue to fight
Will he survive this time?
Today I’m free from slavery
Yet hatred still revolves in my life rev MLK had a dream
it was for darkness of hatred to be freed by the light
Dr king died doing his best so that people like me would have a better place to
A different world than the one he lived in everyday he wanted a change but It
seemed the more change was made the more most things stayed the same
Slavery ended and segregation and oppression began
The only difference was now we were not bonded but our rights as humans still
were. We were free to go wherever we pleased
But not free from disgust and hateful remarks
Signs that banned the colored from certain privileges
If people put as much energy in to love as that did with hatred
The world would be lovely
But it seems as thought that dream is a fantasy and
It seems as though history repeats itself
I’M SUPPOSE TO BE FREE!
With my 40 acres and a mule
Yet I’m held captive by hatred of people who think they can rule me,
Just because my skin was dark brown
It’s not going to happen because we have rights now
Hatred of people like me who think because one generation put chains on our
feet and lashes on our backs called us words that started with the letter n
referring to “blacks”
Listen to me, one bad apple don’t spoil the whole bunch
Black and white are two shades of beauty to me
Two five-letter words that mean my skin in darker than yours is light
Don’t try to stereotype me as a person who hates you because of the past
I look in to the future on to my freedom path
I can not be in despair about mistakes and bad judgment
I have to get over my feelings toward things that happened long ago
I can forgive, I just won’t forget or I will make the same mistake as other people
In winter I nestle
under your quilt warming me
till snow melts.
In spring I bloom
from your quilt to bear fruits
of everlasting joy.
In summer I watch
hordes of backpackers, under my shades
as heat wave makes them bored.
In fall I remember
you, my sanctuary, full of uplifting smiles
as I, slowly, turn into gray.
Before your eyes I became
the silent poet, longing for your warm
embrace when winter, again, comes.
i'am thankful for this day for it was a gift given to me
i hope to use it wisely and give a smile to all i meet.
i have seen trouble and went through trials galore,
but i keep my faith in jesus hes allways help me
befor .he has open doors i could not see, and bless
me with food to eat, he has cloth me from head to toe.
and gave me friends who understand and accept
me as i'am. i know it has not been easy to struggle
and strive each day but if i had not known jesus i know
i would have fell long ago. he knows just how to lift you
and handle you with care especially when it seems that no one
seems to care. he is a friend indeed you should try him
and see life can get no better then a friend like jesus
to walk with me
Verily, verily I say onto you.
Watch me pass right through.
That which is of dust and sand,
Knew not of my helping hand!
That which is of stone and clay,
Knew not of my night and day!
Shew thyself away from the dust!
Put on clean garments of the just!
Shew thyself away from the stone!
Put on armor protecting thy bone!
That which has been made of a particular brand,
Henceforth, are made from commanded demands!
A million minds
All thinking for themselves
Dreaming of the things they want
The minds that never stop
Listening to the heart is false
They are just words from old
It is our safety net from wanting more
You think of what you want too
I'll do the same
We will never meet
There is no end
So we just pretend to agree
When the doors are closed
You are free to go along your train of thought
Circle through your desires
Young or old
Wishing or remembering...
You can't have them with me?
...I know, of course not
Stressing always to get the point across
I cannot read minds
That I am grateful for
Our minds is what makes us free
Yet the can hurt others without realizing
What's the point?
One person gives their heart
Regrets it once given
Wants to pass it along but realizes it too late
Left with desires
What are you thinking about?
Nothing don't worry...
A million minds
But ask one
The closest One
Expect a lie
It's all false
I am something you hold when you miss,
And I am forgotten all but a gentle kiss!
I am the cold draft when you’re all alone.
And I am the smile that generates your happy home.
I am something for nothing but I’m more than most.
And I am your summer breeze, I am your host.
I am the tear that falls from your eyes,
And I am the light that outshines your lies.
I am the flutter in your beating heart,
And I am the breath that gives you a fresh start.
I am the lump in your throat when lost for words,
And I am the silence you have always heard.
I am the warmth traveling in your blood,
And I am the memory you instantly flood.
I am the dream you’ve always had,
And I am the one with you happy or sad.
I am the one that always told you so,
And I am the only person you positively know.
I am taken and given because I just am,
And I am exactly what I am,
And not even by you will I be jammed!
© Copyright Ann Rich 2006
the flag that flies above our head
was put there by the people who are dead
you know, the veterans of the usa
the ones YOU seem to forget about everyday
they went to war for years at a time
and they barely even got a dime
come on people, you are here because of them
this is not pretend
your lives are free
even since you were three
these men were brave
and it was freedom that they crave
as the men and women enter the battlefield
with the guns they weild
all they could think about was their life
their hearts beat as they grip their knife
all they heard were bullets fly
would this be their last goodbye?
will i never see them again?
the love, family and friends
could this be the end?
as the brave soldiers marched along
they sang this song....
"left,left, left right left....left...left left right left....we fight for freedom, lets defend this
flag that flies above our heads....red, white, and blue...these colors are
TRUE!!!!..... lord grip our
hearts and give us strength to win this fight for freedom and save this wonderful
the sounds of 100,000 men and women
with different thoughts within
medics stand by
waiting for the next to die
and we sit at home
some as still as a gnome
people listen to the news
and some people sit and play depressing blues
another man dies
another bullet flies
bombs left and right
oh please STOP this might!!!
loved ones falling on the feild
with a picture of their loved ones in their hand they weild
another one digs a grave
for the ones who were brave
The Trainer is skilled and knowledge is way too real.
Precision is marked and the course plainly lain out.
The trainer is everything and has no room for doubt.
Our lessons are here in which we share what we feel.
We’re certified by gold appeal to His right thumb seal.
Our perfection with His direction is a challenge we must all meet.
Teaching or lectures the trainer’s word sits upon a cozy high seat.
The Trainer is the one, teaching us why we have all come to care.
Articulate in balancing those massive scales,
He is making us ready for His truth or dare.
Slowly but surely He removes all of our veils.
Testing and provoking the thoughts that we all must greatly compare,
The Trainer is detained and responsible to the reality we all shall bare.
So listen here and listen there, eventually fame is no more good or fun.
The Trainer teaches us that it is our principles to be all by being one.
The Trainer is well thought out even if the job comes undone.
The Trainer is my heir I bare for global defeat fair and square!
I am compact and have a grayish-white skin
I have neither beliefs, nor a great sentiment
Whatever I am asked I do it instantaneously
Just as one wish, unmarked by hate or love
I am not lazy, or a busy body, only obedient
I am a physical sign of sadness,
A glistening show of emotion.
I express feelings of anger, happiness, sadness,
And even fear, laughter, love, or relief.
I am the release of thoughts held back,
Things not said, and bottled emotions.
My purpose is to relieve you
Of your strongest feelings.
I help people work through long held issues,
And relieve them of stress.
Many people are ashamed of me,
But you can’t control what’s inside.
Most of the time I am cried because
Someone I trust has hurt me.
I try to act strong, but I have to let go
Of the tied up emotions held back too long.
I shine and reflect
As I flow uncontrollably
From your clouded eyes.
Burning your cheek
As I fall carelessly down your face.
What is hate?
Hate is dislike very strong be very unwilling
People be hated on clothes and alot of things
Do you know people talk about you and you know they are hated on you
Those days people to stop starting stop you know something is going to
Just walk away
If you have to fight
Thats what hate is.
the flower blooms
with innocent hue
waltzes in fantasy
then, a messy rain
catches a glimpse
of its softness, ‘til
it blushes away…
and withers alone
in a pang of guilt
I am not ashamed, if, I am that black and small
I have the patience of the saints and time for all
And, whenever I am called I answer right away
Just as from anybody, whether a friend or enemy
I take greetings, news, gossips, and all messages
I keep it just as it is, and I never throw it in a bin
Oh! I am not really talkative, only a good listener
I'm here, but you can't see me.
I'm always in your presence,
I only come out when I sense the need.
I'm in the midst of the stillness of the night,
Especially when all is asleep and in bed.
I'm only heard and never seen,
Being jostled away is a dread.
I rest gently on a baby's lips,
As he sucks on his bottle.
I'm deferred and set aside when my brother arrives,
He breaks all consciousness
As peace and calmness slowly become obsolete.
I try so hard to stay around
After disappointment, my smile is averted to a frown.
Why should I stay here?
I'm no longer needed,
I guess I'll just wander off until my brother's task is completed.
You're probably curious of who i just might be,
For I am SILENCE,
The one whom you cannot see...
Bravely it roams around the details of life independently.
Slowly it seems to emulate memories of those foretold.
Boldly it displays the richness, its knowledge profoundly.
Never disappearing, escaping the season of cold.
Though it may anticipate the darkness of one case,
Jealousy never affects any partition that remains seen.
Tears will never flow as known by a human face.
Though the shrouds of tears are still crystal clean,
Smiles briskly displayed in its aperture, sensed deeply.
Frowns as well glisten bright depicted upon the mind.
Sadness not categorized within its realm, even meekly.
Happiness integrated forever from the orbit we find.
Dependent for life we have worshiped and adored true.
Capturing intensity, we endure its survival, without a clue.
Caramel,Vanilla, and Chocolate,
As sweet as sugar,
Melting when the sun touches it,
Smooth and warm,
More than a mouthful.
Glistening in the sun like a beautiful horizon,
Looking like drops of sugar when it melts,
I enjoy kissing and touching it,
Some even love to squeeze it,
I love my Caramel, Vanilla, and Chocolate skin.
Far behind the trees of glory
Behind a land so huge and mighty
Lies a factor planted in many
But some know how to apply
The true meaning it beholds
It cares so much about others
And engulfs them with warm hugs of a sister
It dances inside our souls
Pervading cheer and joy into every hole
Found deep within
It heals every scar with its soft touch
As it comforts the body it adores so much
It always takes the hand of its child
Making him feel safe and sound
Sometimes, it plants a kiss on cheeks
Resembling how much the person it seeks
It's so important to have around all the time
As it prepares a cup of lime
It is something so precious
Where some people treasure
But, sometimes it is shattered into pieces
Resembling the mosaic, then ceases
It's something two people share
It is something a mother always wears
And never forgets it anywhere
It rises everyday with a person
Just like every season
It's not a stranger to any of us
For it is LOVE we trust
Love is so tender and flexible
That dresses so beautifully
To put a smile on our face
Whenever we see someone we adore in the distance
Awaiting a hug he could brace
We worship you and never turn away from you we believe that on your eve dull sin
will wash away what hope begin, we walk in your kingdom where truth was never
allowed in on bended knee you gave us the key to unlock what was dead and
gave us you instead. Blood of our blood drum of our drum in you twisted lord
what of us has your word become temptation is real vanity can heal with in your
church of degradation is the seed of our new nation. My messiah i pray for you to
always remain so we can rejoice your name unclean messiah will forever reign.
Cole Hodson (c)
Oh, morning rose,
So full of prose;
Greet the early sun with your pinkish cheeks;
As I see you glisten thru the day,
Happy and proud I am;
And, when times come for you to write
Your own cause, remember me,
Your oldie prose, always, I’ll be.
Twisted thoughts, carefully secluded in webs
Anticipated plot, not an evolution, just being you
Planned subjects in an unhealthy immobile mind
You’re form of infinite justice, well developed in the form of
Extroverted passivity, a purposeful and comprehended essence
Can’t look in the mirror now, brainstorming anew
Embracing this way of life, a perceived powerhouse
A structure of themes and deviant standards in
An attempt to discredit, the line already drawn
Interrupted consistency, peculiar crafty imagination
A distinctual pattern of self deception, fooling who
Acute contributions from those unaware of you’re
Sinister comprehension, overt radiating classification
Abnormal psychological trends apparent to some
Proximate and embrace the priceless gift of truth
A healthy journey through you’re perceived hierarchy of
Eyes glued firmly open, awake, I
Watched the time slipping quickly by
Frightened,fear touched me, softly from a distance
Was not long now, until our goodbye
Couldnt close my eyes. Couldnt fall asleep
For tomorrow would come as fast as a bomb
My body tried to prepare to be shattered into poeces
To be cold, empty and alone once again.
Morning exploded into my senses. I could not
Use any. Numb, everywhere inside and then
Evil hands forced us to seperate
Snatched away, uncapable of anything.
Pain. Emptiness.Loneliness. Felt it all.
I was not properly prepared for the fall.
Crying inside, noone to hear but you
My heart bled continously; teared into two.
My heart will always be with you. Only you
Could make everything OK.We just had to remember
And were happy for the moments we shared.
Sweet Sweet memories let me dream
Now i need you more than ever, Wearing
You close to me, smelling, feeling your presence here
But i'll continue to exist without you here
Clinging on to your heart you left with me.
I wrote this for my wonderful Demetris,when we were in our long distance