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Details | Rhyme | |

What Only Angles Hear

Daddy never did understand.
That violence doesnt bring comfort.
A lost soul seeking acceptance from a unwelcome hand.

She was silent no one ever knew.
The secrets behind her bruised eyes.
A shocking victem none but all had a clue.

She cried to empty walls never speaking aloud from fear.
A confession of pain and shattred trust.
this is only what angles hear.

Scars selfinflicted  are better than that 
dirty feeling.
As she lays a broken shell gazing  at the celling.

She questions if others know what will they say.
Doing whatever it takes to stay numb.
Innocence lost a parent should never betray.

The guilt was placed apon the wrong head.
Void of all emotion.
No child should yern to be dead.

At times it gets to uncomfortable so in 
another direction we  steer.
For at times it's just to painful to stomach.
What only angles  hear.


Details | Free verse | |

On the outside, looking in

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

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

Its impact mimicked abused parallelograms
Unto emptiness’ solution

I witness sliced wrists shedding bohemian smiles.

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

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

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

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

Because nobody wants to see eye to eye…

…

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

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

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

Outside,
No longer looking in

How good it feels.

Yet, I still miss my friends.

©Drake J. Eszes 


Details | Rhyme | |

A LullabyTo The Lost

Life and cigarettes burn to fast.
We waste are time.
So within the moment you bask.

A pretty face has to age.
Every story meets  it's final page.
When life breaks you over its cost.
Then you'll sing a lullaby to the lost.

The lights in the street hide all but the truth my 
dear.
You can act.
But you can never mask your  fear.

In dark rooms you sell all but your soul.
A wicked moment a stolen encounter.
All things take there toll.

That sweet face has tuirned hard your so warm 
to be cold.
A secret that the bitter have already told.

Can you wash away there stench as from 
the past you are tossed.
In dark corners blood stained angles 
sing a lullaby  to the lost.

Is this hell or a nightmare  that knows no end.
A cell to most.
To others the only refuge inwhich they 
can depend.

she falls to the floor a lost look needle  
in arm.
Most will rememeber a doomed fool.
Others her wreckless charm.

She was  a junkie  and a easy lay.
More bones are broken.
Over words others say.

She sold flesh but payed the ultimate
cost.
In a dingy corner of th world.
Were the angles sing a lullaby to the lost.


Details | Rhyme | |

Dust From The Past

Looking back again, back into the past, 
it was written in sand, all those questions we asked
on those last days of summer, something was wrong
as the leaves started turning, and shadows grew long

There was dust on the tables, and the clutter remained
where never before, .... had it not been restrained
You were known for your grace, now your pride was at risk
Quickly swept, polished fine, brushed away with a whisk

This just wasn't you, having bricks without mortar
You were never unkempt ...now a life out of order?
You would never have allowed such things out of place
Something so small, would have been your disgrace

There was something to blame, something was strange
Even small tasks, we noticed, had changed
Another piece of a puzzle, fell into place
Your trace of bewilderment, when a name was erased

Your memory lost, and a world gone absurd ...
Then, once it was you....alone and disturbed 
Lost and afraid, but mostly confused
Forgetting the day, many things you would lose,
or someone you loved, so much undefined
shoved back to blind spaces, your words couldn't find

Dust motes collected where never before,
would settle, make home, in your mind evermore
Without any warning, without any sound
until you were gone, and the years fell around

Dreams that you had, were drawn in the sand
into the traces of dust of a far away land

_________________________________________________
Inspired by Isaiah Zerbst's Contest: "Pick a Title"
10/31/14


Details | Elegy | |

Angela's Right Hand

The function of a human hand?
Writing a message, making a bed,
Opening a jar, dialing a phone,
Putting on pantyhose,
Touching the face of a child,
Or a lover.

And in its absence?
Yawning space and phantom pain,
And an oddly-shaped bandage
At the end of Angie’s arm.

PFC Hernandez, home in El Paso,
Watches her family watching her,
Writing awkwardly with her left hand,
Brushing her black wavy hair,
Watching Dr. Phil
Wearing an old gray-green T-shirt
Bearing the faded words
“Proud to be a Marine.”

Gasping and choking,
She wakes from thick, dusty dreams
Of shimmering, endless sand,
Unfamiliar words
Echoing hollow with hatred,
And the feared but half expected
Roar of fiery amber heat,
Breaking the angry stillness,
Searing through the night
And Angela’s right hand.



Details | Ballad | |

Bobby

 This one is totally fictional.

Don't cry little guy just 'cause you're moving away
Your daddy's got a brand new job out in Santa Fe
He's trying to make a better life for your mom and you
So, how about holding back those tears
Yes, I'm crying too
So I said goodbye to Bobby like I knew I had to do
But Some things that I told him
Weren't exactly true
I wish I could have told him to stay
If that's where he'd really like to be
I wish I could have told him the truth
About his mom and me
So, I said goodbye
And tried not to cry
And told him to have fun
I wish I could have said to him
Bobby, you're my only son.


Details | I do not know? | |

Anger

There it is again
Bubbling up from within
Wretched wrath washing over me
Vile disgusting filth freely flowing
Angry demons seizing control
Forced attrition to evil urges

Screaming 
Yelling
Rants of rage

Watched from within
Helpless
Powerless

Unable to soothe the beast
Surrender to aggression
Until the bile is expelled
Vomited forth in fury
Leaving only the bitter tastes
Of regret and sorrow 


Details | Verse | |

The Dogs Of Warsaw

They slipped their chains and spread their brains
On walls of bricks and mortar,
Bared their teeth in their belief,
Prepared themselves for slaughter.

Howled aloud in the smoke and cloud
That prowled the streets and alleys,
The sounds they made in their parade
Echoed down the valleys.

They shed their blood in crimson flood,
It stained the roads and gutters,
And people hid and crossed themselves
Behind their doors and shutters.

The gunfire cracked and bodies stacked
As one fell on the other,
When it was done and lived there none,
Each sister mourned each brother.

The sun it rose, diseased and froze
Out on a wracked horizon,
The jackboot bastards drank their fill
And cried out: “What’s our poison!”

Black as soot on a winter night,
Thin with eyes red to the core,
The tourists armed with skulls and guns
Beheld the Dogs of Warsaw.

Torn like rags in a threshing mill,
Shapeless sprawl on a killing floor
Yet history will not forget
The butchered Dogs of Warsaw.


Details | Free verse | |

The Day That Died Forever

When I am Colder,Older and then alone...
I will collect the sky on my own...
When the art has faded and the days then fade-
when everyone has gone away...

I may finally see what never was saw
.....ahhhhhhhhhhhhh............... the quiet sky

The unlit room which bares my end...shows the flashes of my pains my joys and sins.
This life has been a strange one since the curtains were drawn
These paper and plastic figures have clouded the dawn

I was once younger,foolish,and obsessed with truth
Now I am bitter,sour,dour faced with my heart under shoe

The children were all searching or lost in a crowd
All weeds in a garden...growing vile and foul

Though beauty was sold it never came true
Obsessions and vanity have traveled safe through

Materials and poison and everything lost
have been burned in the fires or lost in the frost

I stand face to mirror tearing my being apart
Winding thoughts of love,pain,god,and art

As the sun sets and the darkness grows
I too shall follow this pattern in tow

Death has a friendly hand and a pretty face
She has given me comfort as I leave this place

The wars have occurred,humanity's lost
Souls have been burnt in the fire or lost in the frost

Day was Life,Night is Death

And the latter has given counsel on my final steps


Details | Rhyme | |

The thoughts of a bi-polar

Who am I and what am I to say?,
All I've got to do is play,
Along in a game I don't understand,
Make people come to my land,
A deal that you don't think about,
Something thats going to start out,
A trend that will last for years,
Making people come to tears,
Arguing points that don't get across,
Having to deal with a great loss,
This is my life and these are my words,
Circling around like I'm in herds,
Playing games with my head,
Maybe I would be better off dead.


Details | Verse | |

A Vessel Dreaming On

Misinformed as ever was,
  as sad as sad can be,
for no one cared or dared to love
  a creature such as she.
Time rolls past and in its’ dust
  she wonders where it’s gone,
left standing still with faded eyes,
  a vessel dreaming on.

As crazy-paved as garden paths,
  and blinder than a tree,
holding court with ghosts of kids
  who never lived to be.
Imagined loves she never met,
  no truth to rest upon,
just make-believe and pharmacy
  a vessel dreaming on.


Details | Free verse | |

THE OVERINDULGER

Upon testing the waters they spring to life,
Always over indulging,
Never being able to say no,
In complete denial about the situation.

With a captive audience they perform for all,
Extracting laughter,
Arousing amusement,
While some find their performance appauling.

But still they continue to entertain all,
With some "funny talk,"
And a "funny walk,"
Their vision is blurred, so they can't see.

That people are really laughing "at" them,
For lack of talent,
And not knowing it,
Honestly speaking, you feel bad for them.

When gently told to sit this one out,
They're livid, or
Blind to the fact,
That they're embarassing, themselves, and others.

On the other hand, When they're not drinking,
They're different,
More recognizeable,
They're people we all know and love,.

Feelings of guilt and embarassment surface,
The next morning,
I know,
For I've just given a vivid description of me...


Details | Blank verse | |

A Brief Childhood

In the back of my head, in the garden shed,
I see him as clearly as fresh white paint:
A little boy sat on the creosote floor, 
Dragged grazed knees hugged up to his chin, 
So familiar, so resonant and never faint. 
He shivers and weeps on the wooden ground, 
Alone, almost silent, with hardly a sound, 
In retreat from a world he cannot understand 
That Is ruled and defined by a callused hand.

It's his seventh birthday and a slowing flood 
Of mucus and blood flows from swollen lips, 
A tooth bares a nerve and a jagged chip, 
But the pain means no more than dandelion clocks 
Or cuckoo spit; the act alone the gestalt of it.

Some days he would walk for miles, 
To see beyond the next hill, around the bend, 
Kicking slowly along, his shadow twice his size, 
Dwarfing him, tracking him, a passive friend. 
Perhaps to find some haven, someone to 
Take him in, rescue his heart, and want him;
But strangers, though kindly, approached 
With the dusk and it always ended the same way:
"Where do you live?" they would say
And thoroughly drilled, he would quietly reply,
In emotion drained monotone,
His address and number of the telephone,
And they always took him back home.

Some days he would walk for miles,
To sit on the edge of the viaduct, 
Perched perilously with nothing to lose, 
Dangling feet in small scuffed shoes, 
Dropping pebbles and stones to the 
Rocks and undergrowth far, far below, 
Imagining if he may fall in their stead, 
What then would be left to know?

The fall down the stairs snapped his ankle
Like a spindly twig, fractured some ribs,
Dislocated his jaw.
The children's ward, antiseptic and bright,
Young nurses in uniform, starched and white
Were so kind to him, he almost cried, bringing concern
And orange squash and a paper straw.

Sometimes it’s like this when things go wrong, 
A scapegoat is needed to blame things on. 
People thought him shy, with head bowed low, 
Lost in comics and books, lost in himself, 
Denying the threat of another blow. 
He was not shy, just hiding and biding, 
Keeping his head down and trying not to show.

Life is a scoundrel, and time a cohort thief, 
Stealing a childhood with no reprieve, 
Leaving only the slow burning sense of relief, 
That an unpleasant childhood seemed mercifully brief.


Details | Free verse | |

I fell in like with you

Inspired by one of my favorite bands, Rise Against, and the song is called,
“Ever-changing” (Acoustic). Please listen to this song if you don’t know of it. It’s raw &
powerful.

“Have you ever been a part of something? That you thought would never end. But then, of
course, it did.” –Rise Against

“I fell in ‘Like’ with you”

With her smile
I melted unto oblivion’s redemption
Candy coated perceptions, windows’ gap
Seeping brilliance refreshment

Uncertainty resolution, polished
Absorbed into closeness sun
Yet these eyes still…see
Butterflies taking notice, missing you…as you stood in front of me

Strong, yet soft legs
Foundation of my face to rest upon
Scars…fading
A cremated sin 

Yet, elongated moments of silence
Created abruption’s new face

The face of change
When she turned to me and said
“I’m not sure, anymore”

Emotional lullaby, rocking me to sleep
New battles with spectral flashback
Trying to get under my skin, a drunken tick facing demise

Phoenix’s sunrise, rejuvenating my recycled defenses
Yet, today, these rays just aren’t bright enough to burn sadness away

And with these sounds of storm clouds & Fall on horizon’s breath
These grounds are so familiar, yet bittersweet
This heart doesn’t want to be enlightened by karma today

It wants to be held for how it shines now

Denied…distance wins again today
Slavery whipped punishments in miles and blocks
This must end

Because I try to keep lines open to get a call from you
Yet all I hear are booty calls with busy signals

And yet something has kept me here too long
But can they leave me, if I’m already gone?

Something has kept me here too long
Karma’s laughter

But, through it all, I will shine

…

How I wish my mere presence can bring joy’s tear to her eye

Sadly though, now, the lines are drawn
Yet I wonder if this feeling is gone
Have the best parts of this…come and gone?

…

Maybe I’ll never know the truth

Perhaps she was misguided by jealousy’s deprivation
Deteriorating heart’s splendor

While I fell in “like” with her

Perhaps “Better Man 2.0” appeared from Cloud 9’s fallacy

While I fell in “like” with her

Perhaps
She held onto the past

As I, drawn to waterfall’s edge
Allowed myself

To let go…and F
A
L
L

© Drake J. Eszes
“We adore those who hurt us. Yet, we hurt those who adore us.” -Anonymous


Details | Free verse | |

Dementia

He was always so happy
strong and bold.
He'd give you the shirt off of his back.
Tough.
Independent.
He had a rough life
growing up through the depression,
but like he always does,
he got through it.
He has two boys, of whom he is so proud.
Moved from Regina, to Victoria.
He had the best life anyone his age could have wanted.
But ever since his wife died, 
he has not been the same.
Sad
Lonely
Empty.
But like he has always done,
he got through it.
Mind slipping, 
just a little forgetful.
That's how it always starts out...
But like always, he powered through it, 
until now...
He is not the same person that I used to know.
He been sentenced to the prison in his own mind.
Possessed by the thoughts of his dogs ashes.
He likes to play the blame game,
but we know he doesn't remember that it was him.
He wakes up in the night
shaking with pain, 
tears streaming down his face.
There is nothing we can do,
Oh well...
Two more tylenol.
Hold on to hope
for as long as you can,
It's only a matter of time now.
He gets vocal, a very loud tone.
He'll block you in your room
and make false accusations
But we know that it's the pain induced monster in him.
Tick tock, tick tock...
You can't handle the stress anymore
you have to leave.
Just hope for the best, 
maybe it will get better.
Surprise, it doesn't.
Your denial is foolish, everyone knows 
what happens next.
Sedation
Medication
Anger
Hurt
All results of
dementia


Details | Free verse | |

Soul Stones

We swallow boulders:
(lead words, molasses covered prejudice, glass shards of promises long broken)

Mouths open wide and heads tipped back
like Hawaiian fire eaters.

Chipped teeth are bits of porcelain history,
sliding down our throats in rivers of neglect
and acid.

The stones settle,

BOOM...

      BOOM...

            BOOM...

Our stomachs are filled up, anvil weight
'till we can hardly sit, hardly stand, or walk.

We drag our feet in pain, as the quiet indicator that
we've had rocks for breakfast,
lunch, dinner,  for years,
in the hopes that someone will recognize
the broken concrete footprints behind us
and touch us gently on the forearm:

"Honey, are you alright?"

(and isn't it the first sweet trickle of kind words that crumble
the already cracking facade?)

There's no stopping the torrent then,
tsunami tears and a heaving, convulsing
to the point of cathartic vomit-

boulders of every shape and size
tumbling out of our mouths and filling the room;
broken teeth and granite eyes 
until we no longer see the floor, the walls...

And then serenity.

The hand has moved to the shoulder,
forming a universal hug.

"I'm here now... and you're ok."

We stand up, together, and leave that room,
a soundless void of yesterday,
to absorb the impermeability of stones,
carrying our gait buoyant, without gravity.

No weight at all now, and barely a second glance,

but to turn out the light - and lock the door behind us...




Details | Rhyme | |

My Favourite Coffee Cup

Another cup of coffee spilt,
Upon an egg-shell shirt of silk.
It didn’t really have a chance,
Caught up in all the circumstance.
It cracked against the tabletop,
A trembling hand from whence it dropped.
It didn’t mean to get in the way,
It just so happened, was, that day.
“On purpose”, it had set him off,
One gulp and he began to cough.
My fault, I know, he drank too soon -
And banged it down against the spoon.
Enraged, he throws the cup at me,
Still steaming like a cup of tea;
I caught the cup - it’s mould intact,
But couldn’t catch the water’s slap.
While standing there I caught his too,
And felt my cheek turn black and blue;
It slipped out of my hand and fell,
And smashed apart like oyster shell.
It’s my mess, I’ll mop it up ~
     I broke my favourite coffee cup.


Details | Lyric | |

My Singing Hairdresser Friend


I have a singing friend
he is my hairdresser
He lives a simple life
Wondering if tomorrow
will bring the sorrows and worries
A small place to stay, together
with his old and sick mother 
Food on the table to day
but what about tomorrow


I have a singing friend
he is my hairdresser
He think a lot and he
worries about the future
The sun is shining but he do
not know what tomorrow will bring


I have a singing friend
he is my hairdresser
He sing in a language
I do not understand
He sings about love,
passion and romance
Eyes smiling as he sings,
but the face is still not happy


I have a singing friend
he is my hairdresser
He is amazing with his
scissors and comb
He makes me feel so beautiful
Smiles at me in the mirror
and sing a little bit more
Happiness is now
but what will the future brings
my singing hairdresser friend







to - Diyarli Cuu
Written in Turkey
17.July.2012
A-L Andresen


Details | Narrative | |

Beyond the sign

Hello friend, Do you see that man on the corner by the street?
He is holding the cardboard saying "homeless and I need to eat." 
If you're not too busy, come with me on a journey back to 1969.
It will help you to look past his appearence and beyond his homemade sign.

This is the 1960's, where they thrived on the American Dream.
The women were real ladies, or at least in public thats what it seems.
Today is High School graduation, So much happiness is in the air,
But, These young men have recieved papers, and Uncle Sam expects them there.

Do you recognize the bone structure of this boy standing on our right?
He is the one from the future corner, he was Valedictorian tonight.
So well dressed, and raised up right, his sweetheart by his side.
He has no reason to be fearful of the draft, he is filled with American Pride.

Fast foward, Just a few weeks, to him and his young new wife,
Kissing so passionately, pressing pause on their future, and their life.
He is dropped down in the jungle, amist the sounds of live fire.
He sees injured men being lifted out, as the SGT's on the wire.

Just a young boy of 19, he is scared beyond his witts,
Yet, he completes every mission he is given, he never quits.
He holds the hands of friends, who was cut down in their prime.
Yes, this is the same man, the one you wouldn't give a dime.

He arrives back home, in the year of 1972.
His tour earned him a purple heart, he took bullets for you.
once at home, he is expecting affection from his lover,
but, he has been gone for so long she already found another.

So at 21 years old, this veteran is now a man,
He drinks his memories away, everynight if he can.
He gave an eye, and two of the best friends he has ever known.
He never was told "thank you", and he has nothing to call his own.

If you pay close attention to the newspapers of '72
you will see in the protest, they blamed the drafted soilders too.
so here is this man, young, and broken, yet, still not ashamed.
He proudly answered the call, when the draft listed his name.

Only a fellow Veteran, could even try to understand,
That there are no surviving Vets, a part of them died in Vietnam.
When they returned they expected welcome parties and smiles.
Instead they were placed in a new war, but, it was their uniform on trial.

If you still feel the same as you did before our walk.
Go on about your day, forget about our talk.
But, if you have decided, you can look beyond his sign.
Maybe understand his pain, and give our hero a dime.


Details | Free verse | |

Things Fall Apart

Adamant mindsets
In a modern setup,
Vibrant visions evaporates
To emptiness, nothingness and waywardness.
Leaving the people in stark darkness,
Leading to nowhere,
As penury is declared "king",
Hunger succeeds the throne
As blind leaders  hardened the 
Economy like bone.
Giving peanuts to the peasants
But gold for the wealthy,
Oh! what a chess game in the midst
Of blind spectators.....
Mothers swaying in tattered rags,
Struggling with drying breasts which 
Produces the hopeful milk of the skinny infants...
Children strolling with empty plates
Searching for who to wet their throats.
Fathers planting courage and assurance,
Hoping the land will be milky someday,
Yet the center is not holding
For heads are plenty but the brains are few...
Therefore turning weakening hearts
To marauding crooks,
Victimizing themselves,
Staining their whites,
Be litling their lives,
Insulting their hands
Making the land stink,
While Africa bears the smell,
To the detriment of her virtue. 
Our agricultural and peaceful 
"green white green", they've turned to 
A dark and bloody "red black red".
Now who leads who in this
Criminal war front, corrupt justice
And indecisive generation?
Things fall apart when truth step aside,
Evil takes the lead when black minds
Score the goal...
Things fall apart when the people can't merge.


Details | Free verse | |

We Are The Generation

We are The Generation,
Holding tomorrow in the palm of our hands
Ancestors deemed us responsible
Yet Today only reprimands

We are The Generation, the majority
Of futile yearnings, beguiled by what
Only brings more shame…Beguiled by what
Only brings more shame

Embellished with the nudity we call fashion
Seeking the colors of the world in manicure
Beauty is now only material…
Attire, what a fine cure!

We are The Generation, we want to explore
The tastes of the world, in nicotine, in alcohol
It’s something we call fun!
Gossip, magazines… invaluable lore

We are articulate, we just love to curse
Between every couple of words, five oaths!
Our eligible vocabulary is written in scraps
In the fine poetry, we like to call rap

Love to us is very divine
My boyfriend and I have been together
For two months…eternity! We match, we intertwine
Our engagement is next week

Religion is to us an identity, a name
I am this and I am that
But we all squander our time just the same
We are one unity, remember?

We are The Generation, we are The Glory,
You know that magazine?
We hold the future in safe hands
We are The Generation… and more is yet to come


Details | Lyric | |

Fools and Mules

A fool was crowned
And now we`re bound
To serve and please
On hands and knees,
To hate and smile
Each day and mile,
We feel defeat
And kiss his feet.

The foolish kings
Cut off our wings.
Their poisoned knife-
Our foolish life.
And faith`s refuse
Won`t save our muse,
When banned to fly,
She`ll fall and die.

Still time will flow-
Kings come and go.
But teams of mules,
That choose the fools
To be ahead
Alive and dead,
Won`t change a bit
The fate they meet.

They`ll choke on pride,
They`ll run and hide
And in their shells
Pity themselves,
That life was cruel
To have set the rule-
“Do as you`re told,
Silence is gold.”

We pay the price
To hide our vice:
The coward `s role-
To lie and crawl.
And hope someday
Things`ll come our way,
We`ll find the might
To rise and fight.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Glutton

This's the world of dreams  and 
reveries
Where I think ev'ry that reels,
After a thousands times,
would as same beliefs things 
besought me,
Is it a mere dream? 


Details | Free verse | |

Deaf and Gone

I am whatever you say I am...
but, let's get back to reality...

       Three short years ago, this room shined welcome mats across a screen of doldrums.
A place of unfamiliarity that screamed, 
"You don't belong!"
Yet, a voice of reason spoke and said,
"Expand yir' roots. Venture beyond the comfort zone. Academia resides inside that room, but know you won't be alone."
Repeatedly,brainwaves declined what my wife and editor had told me.
I'd say,
"no way, I'm givin' up my soul for free, they read, they pay, like it's always been, the way it's going to always be!"
Unbeknownst to me one day, and with a slight of hand, my "Open Sores" were put on display and surprisingly more than a handful of great ladies and nice guys began to give feedback on what I had devised. 
This interaction was something very new, helpful, and impressive. For a change, it was something real.
For years, those around me were quick to give praise with hidden reasons. Constructive criticism is amazing, and I welcomed being corrected or set straight.
Now there are those who choose to shut me down without explanation, and call me names.
DO NOT mistake me for sophomoric! These words bleeding from my guts have no style and need no approval. There is no thinking involved here, no plan. If you don't like it, fine...don't censor or bracket me in. So what if I am illiterate?  If you don't like "street poetry" or the pathetic stuff I write, don't read it. If I offend you, tell me.
We should welcome those who are different than us. 
Words of truth inspire movement, like fire.
I came to this room to expand my horizons, step outside the box, learn, help, grow. 
There will be no apologies dealt for being different, or for being labelled as something uncomfortable to you. 
This has been an ok room so far, but there is some clique trickanery going on.
If the dictionary must come into play, let me recommend looking up the term "Poetic License."
True, I may not be the writer you prefer, or aspire to be....but tread carefully my friend, for you have no idea of my profession. I've made a fine living, for a good long time, spewing words onto paper. I came from nothing, and may still be nothing to you...still, I do what I love, have no boss.
I am not an aspiring writer who dreams of a life, I live my dream. In conclusion, I must wish you luck in finding what you peddle poetry for. Until then, keep 


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The Park -- Part Two

(Please read The Park -- Part One first ...
This is a continuation from Part One, due to space limitations)

Yes, kids at play are bold and wise
with flashing smiles and knowing eyes.
Children bore easily with grown up prattle;
their thoughts turn to cake and to toys that rattle.
They know that Belles and Bills tell lies.
Time is but a birthday gift or new surprise;
more games to play; a windy day for a kite one flies;
coins that shine; toys that squeak;
a trip to the zoo at the end of each week.
But Belles and Bills persist in their story.
Some even mention forgotten glory.
Children go home to eat, to sleep.
Belles and Bills their vigils keep;
falling leaves and darkening sky
shows them their truth and the children's lie.
Nothing is forever; all things die.
Then, Belles and Bills go back to flats,
to wait -- to wait till morning comes.
They listen to the rustling rats
and slowly sip their gins or rums.
Eyes are glazed; minds are dazed.
The atmosphere grows dim and hazed.
They will await, once more, the sun's first ray --
the birth, in the park, of another day.
Before they leave, they look all around,
surveying the world to which they're bound;
then, they shuffle away, with airs of sadness
at being, always, on the verge of madness.
The echo of an unheard bark
reverberates throughout the park.
Fallen leaves and darkened sky
confirm the truth.  Children lie.


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Shade of Ulysses Butterfly

Her head tilted back towards the darkened clouds,

Mocha curls rests on shoulder blades,

Lids shut tight hiding emerald eyes shedding crystals,

Water rushed from the grey sky,

Shades of ulysses butterfly flooded over flesh,

The drops pierced her tender pores,

Seeping under her pale skin,

Merging with her spirit as one,

Then remained.


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The Day the Eagle Cried

We will never forget exactly where we were, 
	We will never forget exactly what we were doing, 
		We could never forget the loss we felt – 9/11/01.

We saw the birth of amazing heroes,
	We mourned with the grief of thousands,
		We marveled at the strength of the human spirit.

It was the day we held our children more closely,
	It was the day the American Family was reborn,
		And the day we became “One Nation, Under God.”

We heard those resounding words, “A plane hit the tower”,
	We watched in disbelief as the second tower fell to earth,
		And we heard the most heroic of words, “Let’s Roll!”

There were so many lessons that we learned,
	There are so many memories to be held dear,
		There was “Old Glory” – still standing to give us hope.

Firemen, Policemen, Clergy and Civilians-
	Were taken from us in a few fleeting moments,
		We saw a flight of angels, and an Eagle cry.

We became the strongest and most formidable of enemies,
	The most united in spirit and purpose in decades,
		We were filled with renewed honor and pride.

Yes, we lost the very innocence of our being,
	We lost the complacency of everyday routine,
		But yet we gained so much more.

For now we know the true meaning of so many, many words –
	“Indivisible”, “In God We Trust”, “United We Stand”
    		and the most important of all -
			“Greater Love Hath No Man Than This”…


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A Woman's Only Friend


Middle-aged woman puffs a cigarette right outside the grocery store entrance. Her dark eyes fall from mine while beads of sweat trench above furrowed brow. “Spare a few cents?” she asks under her breath. My muscles tense. Annoyed, I shake my head; no words are spoken. I toss a coin in her pail. Still smoking, She gestures with a nod. The hazy air hangs, weighted with her stench. As stone eyes glare, my son begins to cough nearly choking. Hard days have come to my family; life has knocked us down. Humiliated, I beg to survive, you see; even through strife, we had love but no home. So forgive my intrusion today as you hurry by. It’s a nasty habit. You don’t approve. My kids are gone; last week, the state removed them. Now, this smoke seems like my only friend. God took my spouse last year. I can’t pretend life’s good. Forgive me. I, too, disapprove. By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, July 27, 2012 for You Don't Understand Contest (Cyndi MacMillan)


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The Mask We Choose


Page unwritten  hand never to be 
played.
Outcasts sitting at center stage.
When you never showed love.
It's no need to question why no one ever stayed.

And you never wondred and new better
to ask.
Cause people grew tired of the game.
And you of the mask.

Deep emotin with which like
overgrown children we play.
Gone in a second.
Was it love or just another day.

Torn sails endless flow.
Blocks and miles.citys and backroads.
Like any flock we scatter.
Only to lose track the futher we go.

Dellusion speaks well amongnst friends.
You see it's the last farewell.
But with truth in are thoughts 
everyone pretends.

Are you okay everyone does ask.
You give a expected reply.
And slip into oblivian slowley
fading behind your mask.


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Of Birds and Lonely Men


Drab pigeons in flight, skimming over the streets
Swift, restless movement, but going nowhere
Cleaving curved wings in the hot and stagnant air
While no one takes notice of a gray day's defeat

They circle and settle, no rhyme or a plan
They perch, then depart, feathered gypsies who roam
Chasing the shadows, surveying the land
They scavenge the streets, for a place to call home

Summer that coils between cracks in the concrete
Liquefied smog brews far deep in the bone
Pigeons fly low, testing virtues of streets
Assemble in flocks, yet must forage alone

                         Searching at feet of the crowds who walk by
                         Waiting for nothing, just a crumb from the sky
  …..                                                            
                                                         
Drab men walking circles, slouched over with scars 
Their only companions are ghosts of defeat
With no place to go, except under the stars
They huddle in corners, as the bitter night peaks

People and traffic are pounding the beat
No one gives notice, while they travel not far
Down sidewalks, and litter, in the noise of the street
Like pigeons in circles, where home is the dark

Summer that coils between cracks in the concrete
Liquefied smog brewing deep in the bone
And gray absent eyes, testing virtues of streets
Just litter on sidewalk, where cruel winds have blown

                         Searching at feet of the crowds who walk by
                         Waiting for nothing, just a crumb from the sky


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Politicians

Politicians!!!!!

It always makes me really mad
That Politicians act so bad
They wear those smiles on their dials
Although they’re plotting all the while
To make the poorest folk more poor
To make them suffer more and more
They crawl like hell to reach the top.
And then fake promises they drop.

Every price has gone sky high
The assholes say, and make me cry
‘All of us must pull together’
They’re cunning, but they think they’re clever
As they live with all their luxury
Yet put up our electricity
And our gas, and water too
They‘re an evil bunch I‘m telling you.

Our old folk, they have no heat
The cold weather they each must greet
With a blanket round them, nothing more
While leaders rotten to the core
Get everything, yes every need
They’re are a rotten, greedy breed
How I despise them one and all
These leaders heartless, hard, and cruel.

19 may 2014 @ 1002hrs


Details | I do not know? | |

The Cutting Class


With every cut she makes.
She loses herself deeper within the pain.
Cutting taking pills to keep numb.

Hididng scars under long sleves.
Blending in praying never to stick out.
She wishes to be invisable within the halls.

Avioding eye contact with the popular crowd.
hiding in plain sight.
A worn composition book bares the agony
of her teenage years.

Every scar holds a untold story.
Past flings with false promises of hope.

Dark shirts and darker thoughts.
She lives in a prison yet has no dellusion of release.

Red stains the ivory skin.
She feels the pains warmth only to
feel it fade again.

Head down like a ghost she 
does vanish in the crowd. 
Slicing into the flesh to bring 
warmth to the cold empty shell.

Every page speaks of angst with a sweet
passion filled twist.
Misery of many held by few.

Scars of her time.
Marking every moment and year.
Cutting for a escape.

She's stuck in a sea of people.
Wishing to be anywhere but here.


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Guilty Reflection

Looking dead at me in this smeared mirror...
a lost man
tormented
face red
brittle
and teared

stacking excuses 
the longer I stare
this stress abuses 
my conscience with a glare

a guilty reflection warns
my mind is the prison I fear
as I long to escape 
from the  hell I dwell in
right here

who have I become? 
what have I done right?
crossroads appear suddenly 
as fog fills the mirror tonight

darkness owning the room,
prefers I suffer slow
so I proceed with speed 
because it’s the only way I know

tasteless stories
flood my life’s hard bound chapters 
while this smeared mirror reflects tears
dripping from a face 
which was once filled with laughter. 


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Patriotism

Have you ever thought about the Death of Christ?
Why did they crucify him?
If you read the story then you know
But what I ask is why didn't God stop them?
It's natural to protect our own
How could he let him be sacrificed?
For the good of all man I've been told
God sacrificed his only son for us
But what does he ask in return? What does he want?
Are we supposed to try and emulate him?
I wish to know
I don't understand his decision
To not help his only son, I couldn't do that
But I do know that is why we are not gods
Do people who give their lives for others emulate God?
When a solider dies for our country is he dying for us?
Or freedom? or both?
Are the parents godlike in their sacrifice of their children?
Like Christ when he sacrificed his only son
Or is it more than that?
Is patriotism just a mindset to get people to fight?
When one country is mad at another
It's the leaders who argue not the countries
Why can't the leaders fight and leave us alone?
Do leaders send their own children to fight and die?
Why should I send my children to fight and die for you?
Are you a God? Do you have my interests at heart? Or yours?
You say it is in the name of freedom, but whose freedom?
We have never been free
You send me to fight, kill, and die
And yet you say I am free, free to do what?
Free to murder those you want dead?
Free to send my children to their death for you?
Who are you again? Are you a God?
I fight for God not you
My children are not targets or murderers
And now you demand my children to be your shield
Who are you again? Never mind
I know who you are it's very plain to see
You are not a god you are a coward
You are evil and you are trying to destroy us
You are lying to all of us just as you always have
You speak of freedom
As you try to blind us with patriotism
And silence us with duty and honor, Meaningless!
From one who knows nothing of their meaning
I wonder what God would say to you
Knowing who and what you are
Would he forgive you?
Would he understand your deception? Would he?
I could not forgive you, this is why I am not a god
I can't forgive, I am vengeful, I would punish you
Without mercy
For allowing this deception of youth to continue
Maybe you believe your right but I can't believe that
You know what your doing is wrong yet you continue
One day you will pay, as we all will 
We are all guilty to some degree
But most of all we are guilty of sacrificing our children to you 
Who are you again? never mind
I just remembered, your the devil





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The Tranquillizers




                             THE HOSPITAL FAIRYLAND

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





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Saint Blackheart

Saint Blackheart walks the Autumn streets and smiles with diamond eyes;
   She's well-aware of what you think, but listens to your lies.
Confess your deepest fantasies or never look her way --
   She's free with random kindness, though she won't have much to say.

Saint Blackheart seeks the shadows for the secrets they impart.
   Her life's a patchwork puzzle made with jagged shards of art --
Impressionistic paintings on a canvas dipped in red;
   She dances like a demon for the angels in her head.

Saint Blackheart loves the twilight and the elemental rain;
   She'll stand and watch you suffer, yet she senses all your pain.
A soft, Franciscan echo making up a primal scream
   Can hurtle from her crimson lips and dart from dream to dream.

Saint Blackheart lives in solitude among the ancient trees --
   You'll find her there within the mist, but never on her knees.
Her hands will offer nothing which is not her own to give;
   And though you wish to die in peace, she may just let you live.

Saint Blackheart will not weep with you or wipe away your tears,
   Yet she may catch their crystal hue and treasure it for years.
She'll lay a little flower on a long-forgotten grave --
   A tribute to the tortured soul she never tried to save.


Details | I do not know? | |

Love hurts, my love

Love is something that I struggle with,
Trying to be loved by that right one,
But can't proceed because I'm ashamed,
Ashamed that I might not love right,
Ashamed that people may look and talk,
Ashamed of how my family would react,
Ashamed by the temptation of my life,
The temptation of my heart,
My mind is saying it's not right,
But my heart is saying yes,
Just be you.
I've tried pleasing people and giving people the world,
And I've been half pleasing back,
I know not to look for anything,
But I can't help it, when I haven't received much.
Love for me is a real struggle,
I'm being loved by someone,
Someone special to my heart,
Someone that shows me the world,
Who gives me encouraging words,
But I can't love back,
For some reason.
From now on I'm a try,
Try to love to the fullest,
I really want to love,
And be loved,
I want to feel love from my family,
Loved by the most beautiful, caring, funniest, serious at time, smart,and well talented person,
Love, love, love,
What a mystery WORD!!


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Secretly Obsessed

Obsessed with the thought of you
wondering if it's only me or
if you sometimes remember the sweet things you've said
and if you meant them how I took them
or if I'm just obsessed with what's in your head

Obsessed with your very sentences
Every response I take personal
I know it's selfishness
Have you not noticed my eyes?
They hold secrets that only you can unlock
if you'd just take time to fill the thick juices of my pride
It's just boiling with lust, passion, trust and distrust
and other things I obsess over so much

I find myself writing to free myself from this prison I've created
where only you and I reside
I become confused about what I'm really feeling inside and I 
try to rid the thoughts that are highly debated as false and I
begin to cry and
think of casting love spells so that the universe can deliver this affair
I know it's unfair
but I don't care

I'm obsessed with what hasn't happened between us
I'm obsessed with your heart and that the fact that 
I don't think you've even noticed my selfish innuendos 
and secret undertones that blatantly express my lust
Or maybe you have and you calmly remain in resistance of distrust 
If you could only read my mind by simply touching my fingertips,
I'm sure I'd catch you out the corner of my eye biting your bottom lip
I'm obsessed with the passion and thoughts I think you have
Obsessing over an experience that I may never have....






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In Her Fathers Arms

The evening star glowing in a dust choked sky. A girl stands by a window, with a tear in her eye. She stares at the scene, hardly visible through the grime. She whispers in the wind, “Bring my Dad home this time” She opens the window, and climbs outside, Having a flashlight, in her hand, as her guide. Its glow shows the sides of the street. She’s afraid for what the light will meet Bodies piled everywhere she turns, She wants to go home, and never return. What brought this fate upon her town? All her emotions are stripped and torn down. A frightening sound explodes in her ear. Shadows in the road now appear. She run and hides behind a broken wall Praying to god the rest doesn’t fall. Footsteps coming closer to her She can’t tell who because it’s all a blur She backs away further so not to be seen in light, Quieting her heart pounding from fright. Gun shots and screams fill the air, All these sounds, her ears couldn’t bear. A slight whimper slips from her lips, And over the broken stone she trips. The shadows run closer, showering her heart with fear, She wishes they would just disappear. They pass by her; she fills with delight, She just wants to see her dad tonight. She shines the light, to show her place, And to the shine comes a familiar face. She doesn’t understand who’s to blame Because on the tag shows her father’s name. She holds in her tears and refrains from crying. She falls to the ground where her dad was lying. She lifts his arm and buries her face in his chest. She closes her eyes wanting to forget the rest. The shadows emerge yet she doesn’t see, How close the end for her would be. They look down at her, aim, shoot, and fire. Being with her dad is her only desire. The night had ended causing a little girl harm But she took her last breath, in her father’s arms.


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Complete Isolation

Am I man or ghost?
Am I mortal or apparition?
Questions or choices
or entwined reality?
For a state of confusion
sleeps within my fiber, and
slowly rips asunder, the final
sliver of my contemporary humanity,

Sunrises and sunsets go unseen,
as I fully embrace my departure
from time, human contact, and connection,
with a creative conviction and devotion
to my only passion as an excuse, a deceitful
reason to shelter myself from the tender
moments that keep emotions empowered
and empathy evolved,

Yet truth is untied by introspection,
and as I analyze, I accept reality,
Seclusion has become to me, the 
fruit that protects the emotional
body but imprisons the loving mind,
and by this bittersweet conundrum,
I am bound and devoted to this ambivalence,
by the mere comfort and promise of
being content,

And by such a promise, I have
personified my fear of emotional
agony, yet tamed its risk with the 
fierce whip of isolation, thus the shame
and allure become as one, And as I
lose who I was, and tolerate who I am,
my disconnection from humanity
hurts those who care, yet keeps me
safe, with ink as my final outlet,

Still, as I sacrifice need for need,
I am not the one who still suffers,
Those with hearts that beat for me,
have become victims of my seclusion,
and I ache for them, but less and less
with each breath, For my isolation
continues to force its fee, and I notice
only after it is taken, and as I see their pain,

Only my thoughts are heard, my wishes
important, and my contentment decreed,
And despite visions of tears and sorrow
that were once my salvation, Now, I 
only look away, and remain a willing
prisoner in the sweet self shelter, of
the nothingness I show, and will one day
feel, without rue...


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Train, Alone

I wail lonely
in your distances
as endless trestles travel I

Know

I was here I was
present
on your horizons,
present in your town

Come, ride with me
Come, keep me 
from obsolescence, keep me
alive

Without you
Within me
I am meaningless,
blind

For how can I see, and, yes,
Who can I show,

If  not you... if not you... if not you 


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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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America, Why Did You Stray?

America, why did you stray from the old way.
A constitution put forth, the foundation of our land,
barely recognizable what was originally Jefferson's hand.
Tarnished and smudged by misinterpretation,
overindulgence and greed, to satisfy political,
judicial, and journalistic need.
Once majority rule, now bordering on ridicule,
the law of the land, ever changing, meeting demands,
of whoever takes a stand.

America, why did you stray, parents unable to discipline,
fear children undisciplined now rule, school in chaos,
students unruly, guaranteed to pass, unprepared for their future,
parents unsure, wish for the past, hope the next generation,
won't be like the last.

America, why did you stray, streets used to be a place to play,
neighbors knew one another, socialized every day,
doors left unlocked, nothing to fear, families stayed close,
helped one another, took care of mother.

Now drugs rule the day, hate and crime more common than play,
multiple locks symbolic of today, rarely talk to a stranger,
living in fear; life no longer precious, taken away,
day after day, the bloody count rises, a country in crisis,
victims pay, guilty appeal, courts give them the best deal.
Nobody protests for victims rights, put a murderer to death,
they scream all night.

America, why did you stray, hatred and bigotry alive 
and well today, nationalities split, long for the old way,
when an American, was just an American, now hyphenation,
the accepted way.

America, why did you stray, once an industrial giant
you gave it away, too high a standard for industry to pay,
moved out of country, the new American way, unemployment,
poverty, homelessness rapidly increasing, ruined lives,
while billions are spent on so called allies.

America, why did you stray, what's written today,
barely address the wrongs building every day,
religion is accepted, God is not,
country divided, politically split,
presidential bashing provides journalistic wit,
hatred and bigotry, live for it.

America why did you stray, new chapters every day,
really a damn shame.


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Human Being

I walk a mile to see the self in me that I believe to be, 
I knew the road I choose to lay my head to sleep is called my home,
times in need I could barely see that in myself I will set free, 
the act that held me down, something about me I could not see,
I lived a life when I decide that day I said that I don't care, 
so young, so bright, I dim my light, traumatized for me to share,
love me please regardless of what you heard and what you have seen, 
friends say that I'm only human, yes you're right, a human but who am I being?
My life will move in the direction I choose, 
this I know I have always been taught
that I choose to be a winner or lose, 
its entirely up to me its all in my thoughts.

Ken Fepulea'i


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Carbon Monoxide (CO) Week 2: Carbon Cabrona

Smokeless inhales hurt.
I cough tar on my shirt.
As my black lungs breathe,
Shrilling exhales wheeze.

Cabrona
Falls me
Down to
My knees.

The nicotine cracks
My will.
My composure
Spills.

I want 
This.
I must 
Have this.

I sink
Into
The brink
Of madness.


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Rehab

So much I wanted to say. So much I wanted to shout.
It was like being trapped behind bars without a way
to get out.
My mind going wild with all these questions of why.
The only way to escape was to fall asleep or to cry.
What did I do so bad that made me have to pay?
My friends, my dreams, and my life was swepped away.
I know I can do it! I try and I try.
Nothing seems to get better. I sometimes wish
I would Die.
Starved for attention. I wanna talk to the world.
I just miss being loved. Miss the warmth of a girl.
Snickers and stairs is what my life has become.
I'm treated like I'm a kid, like I'm sick, or I'm dumb.
One day to the next. Life becomes work just to be alive.
I thank god for my blessings. I thank god I survived.
I finally see some improvement. More hope tickles
my brain.
It was worth all the time, all the tears, all the pain.
I awake with a smile and new hope to move on.
I did it! I did it! All those hard times are gone!


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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.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Beast Within

Where does my conscious go, when demons raise their fiery eyes, 
They steal my very soul, killing all which is sanctified,
Engulfed by instant fears, no longer hearing loved ones cries, 
The beast within appears, telling me I am justified,

I have already lost, no reprieve from my mortal sin, 
All reason now is blocked, as I become the beast within,
No pity can I feel, as I make my grandiose stand, 
Yes the horror is real, as I destroy all that I can,

Where do my feelings go, when demons raise their snarling lips, 
Bringing an all new low, into my life now torn to bits,
Certain of being right, I flail and thrash as if in fits, 
I threaten and I strike, with great fury the demon spits,

Yet I still stand and shout, my ugly hate and derision, 
Accusing lies said out loud, revolting words - degradation,
Just look at what I’ve done, I scream my blatant confession, 
Ready to blame anyone, for my evil molestation,

Where does my true love go, when demons raise their gruesome head, 
Destroying all I know, without slightest hesitation,
There is no where to hide, hideous deeds - infinite dread, 
Shame crushes senseless pride, nothing left but devastation,

Recoiling in horror, reality enters the room, 
Now begins the torture, judgment of my now mortal soul,
The evil that is me, my conscious has become my tomb, 
I look and all I see, marks my spirit and takes its toll,

Where does salvation go, when demons raise their awful screech, 
Making damnation grow, as dark shadows envelope me,
How can I persevere, and escape from this demon’s reach, 
For he is always near, and may kill eventually,

Cold and chilling insight, I now realize what is at stake, 
And the one path which might, protect the ones I truly love,
But how can I just leave, this world I worked so hard to make, 
And cause even more grief, for family and God above. 

Where does my resolve go, when demons raise their deadly claws,
Tearing at all I know, stealing my conscious care and pride,
I can’t run anymore, all is destroyed everything lost,
Now beaten tired and sore, I’ve lost my path into the light,

Who can I reach out to, when all I love recoil in fear, 
Eyes beseech black and blue, where once was love - now only hate,
Yes I know - I’m the cause, the reason for each falling tear,
And while demons give pause, I must face my terrible fate.


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Normal To Me

This isn't just a poem This isn't just another emotion This is me, these are my thoughts The Imagery is my sight, And The Allegories are my Life I'm lonely, There is just me But there's so many people around but no one can hear my loudest screams Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me I'm torn, I'm Cut Part of my heart stabbed, and then taken from me The Search for my innocence, Is like a moa hunt Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me Laughing and Jokes all directed towards me Just to Hurt me Cover all of the Halls "Fag, Emo, Queer" Words I too often know Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me Curling her hair putting on her makeup "You're worthless and nothing to Me" Says the so-called all-loving-one As she screams: "Why am I not Pretty" Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me This is not just a poem not just some words my pen cries with each words But this is Just a Glimpse Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me


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His Legacy

Up into the sky 
he soared 
like an Angel

With us 
down here-- 
at Soupland, watching him as he soared 
like an Angel;

So gentle… 
and brave 
he was,
a strong love he had, sharing it till the end, yet

His breath
could not resist the resounding call 
of Heaven 
and he left, 

Leaving us his poetry, for 
when great storms come in, his laughter 
will dry our tears like rain.


--

for Tom Bell, a great poet who taught us all-- 
to laugh and to smile…to learn… and to give.    


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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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Hurt

I can't tell you what it is I can't even tell you what it feels like I can only tell you that it's the worst pain You'll ever feel in you life It'll feel like every bone in your body is breaking Like every breath you take will be your last Like every muscle in your body is failing to support you And thats only the least of it. There is so much more! You eyes will feel like they're bleeding from all the tears you'll shed. You tounge will swell with words that you can't say. Your ears will make you question everything coming into them. And your heart, Well thats the worst part of it! It will feel as though its stopped beating... And who knows, maybe it has.


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The Vietnam War

The pro-Hanoi Vietcong many years ago
In the 1950's Diem's government they'd overthrow
All opposition was crushed killed or jailed
These elected ones to their people they failed

This Buddhist country so religious in belief
Now politically torn apart, impending future grief
In the early 1960's with the CIA in place
Discussing with Vietnam's generals, Diem, assassinated in disgrace

With the Vietcong army, growing from strength to strength
Another communist foothold, going to any lengths
In 1965, with 3500 U.S. Marines in place
By December of that year, 200,000 in many a base

These U.S. Marines, in their defensive mode
Over the coming months, peace would soon erode
With the Tet Offensive upon us, and the "Battle of Hue"
The Americans were now involved, this bloody war now brews

One decision to end this conflict, came in 1969
Nixon sent 18 B-52s, bordering Soviet airspace line
He wanted to show he was capable, to end this bloody war
But as the months and years progressed, the body count would soar

The anti-war movement was gathering strength, also in 1969
But the "Green Beret Affair" started to undermine
A U.S. Army platoon raped and pillaged, the village of My Lai
Where civilians were massacred, and many left to die

In 1970-71, Cambodia incurred wars wrath
Where they and the country Laos, were in the U.S. bombing path
Also in 71, there was the cutting of the Ho Chi Minh trail
But arms and supplies got through, this mission to no avail

Later in the same year, the Anzac's withdrew their soldiers
The U.S. also reduced, many of theirs from Vietnam's borders
In 1973, Nixon declared the suspension of offensive action
The Paris Peace Accords took place, peace with this warring faction

Between the years 73 - 74 under Trà, the Vietcong grew in strength
There was no mass offensive, to lure the Americans to their trench
Gradually they marched to their target, to see their enemies eyes
To their city of Saigon, now over a million humans have died

The average age of the American to die in this bloody war
Was just nineteen years old, never knowing what they were fighting for
So many came home from this horror, leaving themselves behind
Because so many came home different, home with a different mind

Even to this day, many Americans look back and ask
Why their elected Congress, feed them to these tasks
The sad thing about Vietnam, it continues to this present day
Where governments make decisions, asking guns to hear their say




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Average Age 19

Once again, the powers that must
In rise again in what we trust
An overseas conflict, another war
Just what in the hell are we fighting for

Families are asking, Korea has just passed
Generations again reft, how long will it last
A country in need, to rebuild again
Flags at half mast, in wind and rain strain

Once again into war, sent by the Washington Post
To send back reports to hit home the most
Military observers were the first to be sent in
Another chapter of man entering existing sin

I'm witnessing our ariel power, Lam Son 719
US planners determine their incursion, saying all will be fine
Along the Mekong River, we'll carpet bomb their supply trail
Tons of munitions and napalm, this spread surely cannot fail

Many sorties are being flown, for the wounded and the dead
Whilst Nixon and his cronies, aren't thinking with their heads
The news of losses has reached me, nineteen have been killed
Eleven missing, fifty nine wounded, more American blood spilled

Seven fixed wing aircraft, more sons in action loss
Whilst back at home more protests, fading the dyeing's gloss
To to this job that I do, I was never prepared for this
To witness such bloody scenes, and ignore that life is bliss

How can I write about a soldier, whose name I'll never know
Killed at nineteen years old, his family he'll never see grow
Or even explain to his parents, when carried from the AH-1
His body bullet riddled and limp, when lifted it bloodily run

I never went back to the theatre, called the Vietnam War
Having witnessed the wanton killing, what were we fighting for
This colonial conflict that started, us on the side of France
So many came back as strangers, many to live in trance





James Fraser's entry into the contest " WORLD OF WAR: VIETNAM "



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Entwinement

Bleeding around me are empty faces
Sad, drooping spaces, crumpled places
Melancholy for the light of new places
Stuck in time, frozen in time
The pangs of lonesome fill their sagging hearts
Frowning forever, frowning forever
Let me stare blankly at the stained wall
Nothing at all…nothing at all

The mind is a scary place 
The mind is a distraction
From the reality ever binding
Curbing every reaction
The mind is overwhelming
The mind is oh so sad
When we turn to larvae and graves
It’s an never-ending...
Entwinement 

Found myself looking through the tiny hole in the wall
Watching you fall, watching you fall
Scared for the neck that would break us all
You shuddered my blood…shuddered my blood
I met the eyes of the souls of your feet
Twitching and swinging…unfeeling…unfeeling
Please allow me this sole ease:
Just be with me... lie with me

The mind is a scary place 
The mind is a distraction
From the reality ever binding
Curbing every reaction
The mind is overwhelming
The mind is oh so sad
When we turn to larvae and graves
It’s an everlasting...
Entwinement

-inspired by Mad World by Gary Jules-
-also inspired by the stop motion film: The Man in the Lower-Left hand Corner of the Photograph-


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AGE

I have worked with the elderly for many years,
Heard many happy stories and shed a few tears.
I keep in mind a story I was once told,
How it is like for the elderly to grow old.

Put on bottle cap glasses so you can’t see to well,
While I finish my story I must tell.
Place ear plugs in so that I must shout,
My words will be very hard to figure out. 

Now dear put some pebbles in your shoes,
So when you walk slow you have an excuse.
Some think that because I where diapers I'm a baby again,
And treat me like I can’t understand.

And when I'm sometimes blue,
Nurses patronize me saying I know what you’re going through.
Remember I once lived in a grand home,
And had a family of my own.

I took my youth for granted like we all do,
So you must understand why I sometimes get blue.
Nurses come into my room and don’t even knock,
Sometimes assuming I'm as deaf as a rock.

Sometimes they talk as if I'm not there,
Some just pretend that they care.
Some call me sweetie and dear,
Sometimes forgetting “ Yoo-hoo! I was born first here.”

So when I get snippy and snap at your heel,
You must understand how I must feel.
To once have control and lose my dignity,
Is not what I envisioned for me.

I am perpetually young at heart,
even if my face don't play the part
So next time you see me wheeling through,
To assume make an ass out of me and you


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Why

As I remain here where I lie,
I keep asking that I will quickly die.
 
I hate this stupid self-centered life,
where all people are filled with hate & strife.

As my mom feels so wonderful from popping pills, 
I'm stuck here with the worst gut-wrenching feeling that kills.

I'm sick of my life being filled with tears, cutting, & sadness.
Why can't we just end all the madness?

Why can't people have a life where no tears are seen, only laughs, smiles, & happiness.
And no one could intervene?


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The Illusion of Magic

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

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

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


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Alive

And we are left here Like maggots—dirty, parentless…devastated Always feeding on the gruel…the cruel Fattening our lives in the moneyless bilk Shocking like a bee sting, yet soft as silk We are the forgotten I am watching the others grow rotten But I am cleansed and raw with glee Because…though blinded with slime…I SEE… I rise to the sound of the agonizing screams Of rapes, murders, of violent fists…weeping minds My definition of true finds… I smile when any possible hope arrives Fate laughs, knowing I constantly scream inside I am amused of it all…I can’t stop laughing As bitter tears began to fall I HATE ALL OF YOU… I WANT TO KILL YOU ALL… But I love that I can take anything From the nothing we have all been labeled The sick, the low…the mentally unstable Watch me roll up in a ball A naughty tease to death’s lull I love your silence… I love your intense fall And we are more alive than any of you We are crazed by your belligerence Aching to be emotionless SHARE YOUR INDIFFERENCE SHARE IT… Give us something to be left with So the others can die As Fate veers its head looking in the mirror Listen to her laughter—do you hear her? She watches and waits To find her maggots have grown wings… Screw your selfish indifference...we fall to fly We are more alive than any of you Though quickly we die


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How Can We Hurt The Ones We Love

How Can We Hurt The Ones We Love?

How can we hurt the very ones that we love?
How can we easily neglect our God above?

It seems like I often heard about many victims
Many times, it’s from a loved one who’s been with them!

The hate and the anger that boils from deep within.
Often “boils over” toward our family and friends.

It’s the love of Christ that we need to find!
His love can totally cleanse our life and mind!

The hearts of many families are bruised and broken.
By the harshness of many of the words spoken.

If we would allow Jesus to rule and reign.
We’d have little reason to murmur or complain.

If we would yield our lives to the master’s will…
The emptiness and brokenness, he shall fulfill!

If we could allow ourselves to sit at Jesus’ feet…
He can make any family totally complete!

If we could just listen to what Christ has to say.
His words of life would brighten our day!

As a family…  Won’t you give HIM a chance?
And allow his love to change your circumstance!

Won’t you allow his spirit to bind you together?
You can experience his peace today and forever!

He can change your family throughout!
This is his will and what God is all about!

By Jim Pemberton


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Marble in Columns on Green

On a slope graced with green
White marble stands in proud salute

For beneath these engraved pillars of memory
Lie the resting places of heroes

A solitary green fir looks down
As if sheltering the lost and the taken

So many names, from all walks of life
A father, brother a girlfriend or wife

On a sunny day, they glow radiant like their lives
On a dull day, they stand out against the greys

For the living, life goes on 
Tomorrow is another day


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Caught In The Black Rain

She's caught in the black rain, emotions are swimming in darkness, as the
 acid rain impairs her vision; within the depth her soul she's unable to find goodness.

The falling black rain has her mind in a state of confusion, murder is no longer
 an ill illusion, actions has drawn it's fatal conclusion.

Upon her the black rain fell bringing misery with pain, living life in vain, constantly
 seeing loss with no gain, and her mental health is far from being sane.

Few have already seen the devastating effects of falling black rain, it's aftermath
 makes the sanest go insane, and those who survive the storm their lives will
  never go back to being simple nor plain.

Falling black rain is a storm formed from mental pain, financial strain, loss with
 no gain, and living life in vain.

Though, in my theory of goodness lies this conclusion," Things that we see as 
 being favorable unto living life is nothing more than our ill illusions," and there-
   fore it's causing us an in-depth state of confusion.


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What I Cry For

I cry for the children
     Who may never know the joy of laughter
     or the loving touch of a gentle hand
     who survive amongst violent chaos
     burdened by things they can't understand
I cry for the tortured souls
     whose mind is not their own
     who live within warped realities
     of twisted perceptions and misery
     tormented by things we cannot see
I cry for the veterans
     still waging war in their sleep
     their minds broken by hellish scenes from the deep
     who languish over promises they couldn't keep
     and who are lost, alone out on the streets

©  07-26-2012


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Have You Been Hurt By Religion

Have You Been Hurt By “Religion”?

Are you tired of “religious people”
 knocking at your door?
You wish they’d leave...  “You can’t take it anymore!”

Have you been hurt by “church people” sometime in the past?
Somehow they hurt you...  And the pain continues to last…

Have you been “wounded” by something
 somebody has said?
Perhaps you wonder if “they wish you were dead…”

Perhaps there’s someone that you 
may have “befriended…”
They have done something that
 has hurt you and “offended.”

There’s probably many people that you wish would “go away.”
Because of something they’ve 
done to “darken your day.”

I’ve been there many times…  Believe me I know.
How someone’s actions or words can hurt your soul.

Even those who go to church are 
often not very kind.
And they don’t hesitate to 
give you “a piece of their mind.”

Religion is not the answer.  Look to Jesus 
and the life he gives!
He alone has the power to love
 and completely forgive!

It’s only in his shed blood that you can find atonement.
He can change your life now!  This very moment!

He can heal your broken heart and wounded spirit.
An everlasting joy and love...  He freely gives it!

He can do what no “church” or “religion” could ever do
He can restore your life today.  
And make you BRAND NEW!!!

By Jim Pemberton


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Hypochristians

They say to worship to get back into church
That all I need do is fall to my knees and repent
Then all this personal pain he will prevent
To kneel and pray to “The Soveriegn God”
Well, my knees are bruised and scabbed 
Where is this God of yours I ask
Guess I’m not really a fan of his work
As I walk through this existence 
Sufferring is all I see
War in the desert neverending
Children dying so young
Little boys and girls raped by the clergy
Destruction Hate Crimes against humanity
Where is this God of yours I ask
They say Christianity is the way 
Well, bullsh!t! That’s what I say.


Details | I do not know? | |

Drunken Loneliness


   




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emo for no emotions? or for emotions?

The emotions that i feel inside
are like nothing that i've had when i'm alive
Most of the time i hide myself in darkness
and I feel as if i drown in coldness

The days surpass me like never before
with joy and happiness knocking at my door

I ignore them and go on 
i go on as if there's nothing wrong
I am in the dark with no sense of feeling
trying to not lie to those around me

They ask if they can help in any way
I say that i am fine
When actually i have millions of things inside my mind

They say emotions are just things people feel
when actully it can also be actions

Teens cut themselves and claim they are emos
when they really have more friends than foes
Can emo be for emotional for those who can't understand
what they hold dear to them everyday "hand-in-hand"?

Times can be rough
but that doesn't mean that you can act all tough

What does emo mean to you?
can you not see those who love you and me?
No emotions or emotions,
you can't pick both,
you see?

Don't try to be who yu want to be 
just be yourself
And that applies to you and me


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Beyond My Mind

Blue or green? The color of the sea, Going up and down the waves, To be my unexpected mood, Sweet or sour the feeling of me. The question of my mind hitting it through the divine, The passion of art inside a deep mind, With full of imaginations, Hitting me through left and right. Perspective comes along with me, Seeing it in my mind, Looking at the blank paper, My emotions run down the pages, Forgetting my visions along, Looking down on paper, Loosing my focus , Is getting hard to draw. Speaking with my wild heart wide open, Thinking of the world we live in today, Standing amongst the people not knowing what to say, Hearing the music flowing into my ears, Beating myself inside these walls of hate, Wanting my eyes to cry with full of tears, Hating to be on this earth, Seeing people fade away, Sinking through lies in my face, Stabbing me in the back when I need them the most, Seeing people with unwanted faith through their eyes, Anger comes my way, Looking down at the world with full of questions in my head, Going crazy with frustration and confusion of me questioning God, Deep inside my heart is burning with poison, Is breaking me apart like glass, At peace without a path in mind, Falling down somewhere here that I never belong, I'm not perfect yet, I like to lead not to follow others. Life is like a tree that grows inside me, Leafs on the tree come and go like people in my life, Taking the road of life, Things can change in a minute, When I look away, My goals would fade away, Going back letting noting stand on my way, Trying harder to focus on my goals, Looking around with a smile on, Reaching my goals slowly without a distraction.


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In This Dark Corner

In this dark corner
Of this dark room,
I sit in the shadows,
I sit in the doom.
I see a light,
A light right ove there,
I cannot reach it.
No longer its there.
In this large group,
Of people I love,
I feel so alone,
Like everyones above.
This isnt a choice,
Of choices its not.
To be sad and depressed
I just think a whole lot.
Through my mind runs some thoughts,
Thoughts of rough times,
The times times of great hurt,
The times of great crimes.
Crimes done unto me
Seems jail would be fitting.
"Oh stop being sad,
Your overreacting."
Though stopping I cant,
Its not my control.
I guess I can try.
Cause its getting old.
If your life is bad,
Well, heck, so is mine.
If yours is so bad 
Keep down, dont shine.
I'm scared for us all.
For the world that is.
We are all dead,
Only a few people live.
No one can change.
Not even me.
Cause lifes filled with misery,
hurt, death, not glee.
Listen up now,
I have something to say.
If this all is ending,
Its ending today.
In this dark corner,
Of this dark room,
I sit in the shadows,
I sit in the doom.


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Die alone and born again

The man with the plastic bug in his head
monopolized my dreams last night
in the place that the horsefly of my dignity
finally surrender to the impresario without a fight.

Seven days and 7 hours transplanted in my memorabilia
reminding the rustiness of the purple child
flatterers danced beneath the clouds of melancholy
and morality spreader the master plan inside my mind.

The disinheritance of my immortality the final day
discouraged my desire to see the forbidden love
restored my will to escape
manipulated the deep of the uncertainty above.

Released from the plastic bug in my head
try to cover my yellow child in the purple sky
laughing,singing,whispering,playing
seven days and seven hours before he dies.


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Moon Walk on Your Grave

Moon Walk on Your Grave

A life begun in stardom,
now, ending up in shame.
Relentless media, cruel world,
who then is there to blame.

A sadness inside,
no tears on your face.
The pain all but over,
mass confusion erase.

In wonder we watch,
can a life be explained?
Can't surface your agony,
under facade you remained.

Let's focus on the talent,
musical joy that you gave.
In peace now I pray,
moon walk on your grave.

© Rene' Brady 2009


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She Cried

       She cried, She died inside over and over again, She was trapped in herself 
and she had no way of escaping. Taking drugs to dull the mud that's been in her 
eyes 
for years. She's so far away from reality that it's like she is constantly 
sleeping. 
She has to remind herself what's fictional and what's fact because the 
hallucinations wouldn’t  let her breath, they’d lie to her every chance she gets. 
Turning her mom into a monster not butterflies suddenly this high becomes a 
nightmare. One she had been fighting for so long, 16 and still traveling the same 
rode as so many younger than her. She didn't listen to all the voices that tried to 
tell her what she was missing because truly reality is the thing that makes life 
worth living. To her reality was the guy who had raped her constantly when she was 
young, Why choose reality when you could live in a dream world where everything had 
excuses. Not only could she not recognize the girl who cried constantly in the 
mirror but she'd done so many things to herself that even her eyes were a different 
color. 
It hurt so bad not to remember so she continued to fade until soon it seemed 
better. 
In an idiotical world where there were always smiles, It wasn't until she got help 
that she realized the real world was never always pleasant. It was filled with hate 
and lies and pain but that's something real and something she needed to face. 
Something she needed to open her eyes to, life would never be cake and she couldn't 
have her victory without tasting poison at least once. So when the tears dried and 
the wounds healed she signed up for a special thing a thing called GED and she got 
it.


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The girl

See the girl living on the streets? does anyone know she is there,
Do you see that girl down in the dumps? and does anyone care.
We don't know the reason that she left her home and do any of us want to know?
She's out in all weathers without any covers in rain, hail and snow.
Does anyone wonder if she's ever lonely when we're all tucked up in our beds,
when she's wet and cold,  and we're warm and cosy does it ever enter our heads.
She might have been beaten when her home she left, she's sad and she's lonely and often bereft. 


Does anyone see me alone on the streets? trying to smile at all that I meet,
asking for pennies for a warm cup of tea, we're not all on drugs, at least not me.
I'm trying to avoid going down that road I try to remember the things I've been told.
Stories of people lying in the gutter, and people passing by all of a mutter.
Do they care, what they see there? I suppose they think it's everywhere !
But I would like to say to all of you . I don't take drugs, I'm one of the few.
So to all of you sat home by your fires, spare a thought for me,
when you pass me by tomorrow, I'd love a cup of tea.


Details | I do not know? | |

Wish I Was Your Addiction

Wish I was your addiction,
Upon a star non fiction,
never ending hole so deep,
Life would seem more complete

If you'd wake up, 
crack open my bedroom door,
To think you'd been dreaming about me,
God gave you everything you need and more,
What Id give to feel those arms hug me,
genuinely, honestly, no love withholding

If I was your vice,
I would be the answer to your stress,
Of all else you try,
I'd always bring out the best,
You'd spend time with me ,
defend me to the end,
You'd be incredibly loyal,
I'd consider you my best friend

No recovery program could treat,
the connection we'd share no one could defeat,
You'd need to see my all the time,
reminders of me everywhere, your life would be a shrine,

Wish I was your addiction,
Upon a star non fiction
never ending hole so deep,
Life would seem more complete


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Looks Like Rain

Looks like rain, the old girl said,
As the sky broke stars and bled,
And the clouds all turned black with the swell;
The dingy streets were dim and grey,
The shadow people drained away,
And it seemed as though the town was going to hell.

Looks like rain, the people cried,
As the shop fronts closed and died
And the best days ground abruptly to a halt;
The fairground rides fell still,
And the view from up the hill
Was of streetlights suffocating in a vault.

Looks like rain, I wryly thought,
Just before the first onslaught
Of machinery oiled and primed for tearing down;
With the clanking chains and drilling
Someone made a quick-fire killing
By ripping out the heart from this old town.

Looks like rain, you sweetest child,
I know I muttered as I smiled,
And the oil-paint textures watered in your eyes;
Our own history set to burning
As the wheels they kept on turning,
In the hallowed name of progress I surmise.


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Blood and Bullets

Inspired by the Connecticut tragedy and another minor shooting that happened in my home state
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Blood and Bullets

That night we cried ourselves to sleep
For each of the little children the blood did weep
Serve upon this misery and damage
No words will excuse the savage

The vultures swoop, spread the sugar coated lies
But still the frozen child dies
Yet they still wish to remove what little safety we have
But they fail to see that will not stop the slings and arrows they have

For the media projects the fame they crave
Like wild dingos they consume what we fail to save
Serve and protect is not the duty of just some but all as a whole
ALL AS A WHOLE

And we fail
And we fail

The cameras prance around like costumed horses in a dance
All the while the mud splattered reality burns and singes the lines of damned fantasies
We are to blame, shining glitter and fame on the damned souls that should be burned
We spit acidic words of hate all the while praising them in glittering spectral lights of fame 
They do not heed the angry words, but revel in the talk of them...them..
Them...

It's

All

About

THE KILLER

Blood and bullets pollute the spoiled ground but no one cares for the rotten
Sadness rings through for a week but soon the victims are forgotten
But no one forgets the criminal...Infamous
He is immortalized by the fame...fame...infamous

Blood and bullets
Blood and bullets
Blood and bullets
Blood and bullets

Blood stains
Bullets jump

dead forgotten
left rotten

Monster remembered

remembered

Blood and bullets

Blood

and bullets


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Today Is Terrible----

The cracked spine of
the book I dropped
at the call.
A chip in my
windshield left by a
pompous *?#@! in a
red sports car as I
drive to the
service.
Rain expectorating
from an ashen sky as
the dirt is turned.
Today is terrible.
Though this is less
terrible than the
crack in grandma’s
spine from her fall
down the stairs.
The chip in her
amazingly smart mind
after eighteen years
as a teacher.
Tears running,
dripping from my
Mothers ashen face
as she cries “My
mama’s dead.”
Today is terrible.
Though this is less
terrible than the
cracked family
emotions left raw
and empty.
The chip in Grandpas
numb mind at the
gathering… “Where is
Irene she should be
here?”
Faces gone ashen
with dread, do we
leave him numb or
remind him that his
wife is dead?
Today is terrible.
Though this is less
terrible than the
empty silences,
missing the jokes
Grandma used to
crack.
Grandma’s laugh and
her endless smile
which always exposed
that tooth with the
chip in it.
Without her the
world has become
empty, bleak, and
ashen.
Today is terrible.

                   
                   
                   
          Summer
Gratias


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L. I. F. E. (Living In Fear Everywhere)

L iving 
I n
F ear
E verywhere

Just as we live and just as we die 
We laugh, kill and crucify
We are no more our brothers than we are ourselves 
We are the players 
With the tools and talent of the efficient demise 
Of war, famine and greed 
We do rise
 
Of the ever constant ricochet of freedom in our ears
As we wrap our fallen dead in a shroud of rights, laws and bills 
And continue to improve the technology, the precision 
The assurance of absolute destruction 

Buying death is easy
Dealing is easier 
Survival 
The career choice of many 
A thriving business with prestige and power 
Taking, wanting, hungry for the rush 
So young, so fragile 
Blood is running in the streets 
A seemingly endless fountain of misguided youth 
Falling, one after the other 
So far from the truth 

S  hocked 
A  ngry
D  epressed 

What good has ever come from a gun ?
Why kill ?
Why are we arming our children ?
Our future ?
Are you blind to the fact ?
Do you not hear the sound ?
Do you not see ? 
Do you not care ?
We are killing ourselves 
Stealing each others dreams 
Each others families 
Why pro-create ?
To produce, raise, and nurture more disposable targets ?
Is there another use for guns ? 
1 + 1 = 0
One bullet + one individual = one less reason to care 
We are waging war upon our brothers for money, love and survival 

G  ive 
U  s
N  o
S  anity

All to easy....................
Living In Fear Everywhere 


Eric (and sometimes not)


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City of Shadows

A lonesome boat in the harbor rocks insanity.
Big waves of the black sea roll across the white sands
that fade into darkness for eternity.
Far from the life giving drops of rain are predators
in the city of shadows.
Feelings from the last solem breezes blow.
As the evening sun fades slowly into the night,
the pavement glistens like cracked glass
from the earlier evening rain.
A lack of silence remains.
In the city of shadows,
screaming voices creep in the corner of your mind.
Visions of the garden where the flowers died.
The dark alley reveals the emptiness of peace within your soul,
and death reveals the cold, cold truth way beneath the black crumbled earth.
Slapped with a strike of lightning,
disrupting the fall of silence where secrets crawl to hide,
in the foxholes of one's mind.
In the city of shadows, bewildered minds tick with the time of the clock.
Breath by breath falls perfectly out of place,
and darkness opens a new gate.
Tunes of the violin slowly fade away.
A new awakening to blindness,
in the city of shadows.


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Reality Fraud

Starting to question 
if reality is real
Society seated in a medicine cabinet
so nobody has to feel

The world has convinced the truth to lie
Manufactured tears produced
so no one has to cry
Everyone banking off yesterday's credit
so nobody has to go out and try

Walking plastic seems to be fine
Cowards choosing surgery
to put in a spine

I stay real and continue to live
You sold out  
and refused to give


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Whispers

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

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

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


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you dont know

People think they know you but truth is no one really knows the true you. People always say they know me but do they really? Know one knows the true real me only I know all my secrets and the things I hide and know when I am hiding my emotions. You look at some one and judge them just by the way they look or talk and dress, but do you really know what is going on? People judge me all the time for how I look, how I dress, how I talk, how I act towards people. You can’t just judge some one when you first meet or see them. Why is it that people judge each other? If you just judge people and not get to see the real them you might just miss out on a nice person. Yes I judge people but I at least give them a chance to prove my judgment wrong.


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holokauston Page 1 of 2

Around that table, picture the scene
Self appointed leaders if you know what I mean
What were the topics on the Agenda that day
The Jewish race is about to pay

Who gave the right for this decision that's made
Who has the right to cleanse and degrade
To decide who lived, to decide who dies
Another chapter, I still wonder why

They came in the day they came in the night
Women and children pulled out of sight
Herded aboard like cattle and sheep
Many a family awoke from their sleep

Dazed and confused as they are taken away
Where will they be at the end of the day
From their warm houses and their warm beds
What must be going through their heads

As they travel through days and through the night
Up ahead, they see lots of lights
They depart the trucks and board the train
Their faces scared under the strain

Asking questions from family and others
Generations, sisters and brothers
Why are we here, where are we going
Windowless carriages with no way of knowing

We come to a stop, soldiers aplenty
Towers and wire, topped with sentries
What can this place be they have taken us to
As we head to large gates as they shuffle us through

Families separated, herded in file
Women and children, not one did smile
Taken to rooms where our heads were shaved
Is this the way humans behaved

Clothes discarded, as we enter the shower
No signs of water no signs of power
Doors slammed as we are all crammed in
History will recall this evil of sins

As we stand in the dark, chanting Jewish faith
Can hear the voices can't see the face
Noises above, do the showers start
The event has begun that tells us Humans apart

Questions and sighs, as walled vents show daylight
Some thing is falling then their slammed tight
A strange aroma starts to fill the air
As all around are screams of despair

Twenty minutes have passed and the quietness is rife
Two thousand people, two thousand lives
Pellets called HCN, or Hydrogen Cyanide
Contribute to this Genocide


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-2.php


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death of a cat

the season I turned eleven
was the season that I died
there'd been blood betrayal and famine
and I thought I had survived

my neighbor killed my kitten
and for that I could not cry
my mother went to handle it
told me to stay inside

i sat poised in an armchair
trying to calm my mother down
while I could feel nothing
we knew she'd made him drown

the woman was a laundress
washed other people's clothes
didn't like the stink of pig sties
it offended her frail nose

the wash-board on the right side
where the pigs did have their homes
was the one she always gave me
like the left one was her own.

only when a pig was hanging
would she demand to trade
i'd wash next to a hog's corpse
a choice could not be made.

then one day I got angry
and I dared to move her clothes
i moved them to the right side
as the rage inside me rose

the woman tapped my window
and said your cat is dead
it was two days before Christmas
she roused me from my bed

there was display of feeling
tears could not be be shed

gray fades to black
hello sadness my old friend


                                                     12/11/06



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THESE LIPS ARE TO COLD TO KISS

Time, is combined, in my mind.
Tragedy trickles to nowhere,
And now this pain I bare.
Seeing you for your worth,
Hearing you are only earth.
Killing, and filling, this feeling.
Lame, losers look like you.
Now this heart you threw,
Up on, and left the mess.
So this is progress?
Torture, under, this blur.
Blindsided by big, bountiful, beams,
That left me in shattered dreams.
Never thought I could catch this,
Because these lips are to cold to kiss.


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TIME



If time heals all, what heals time?
For it cannot be changed, its burned into history, burned into the fabric of time like a scratch on a track.

Time can make us feel regret that we did not use it the best we could or it can make us rejoice remembering that good moment in time.

It is a fickle thing that most will not appreciate until it’s gone.

I myself have had more pain than good, but does that count as bad time as it made my character and is the reason I have this strength and insight on life. 

So I don’t believe in or good or bad moments in time, its all on how we look at it and use it going forward. 

The most important thing to remember and learn from the past is that we ALL make mistakes . .  but only a fool repeats them.

Yours Fraternally 

TIME


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THE LYRE WAS HIS DISGUISE

Nero was a cruel, unfair emperor playing 
the lyre as his disguise to conceal his consuming guilt;
and he caused destruction without feeling
an ounce of pity for those he governed with distrust.


Why did he want to destroy a city so mighty and glorious,
and replace it with a Golden Palace and magnificent gardens?
It seems inconceivable, but it was confirmed by many as the Great Fire
which ravaged Rome for six horrible days...who dared to call Nero a liar? 


On the rooftop, with the widest view of Rome burning underneath,
Nero played the lyre as his disguise...singing,"The destruction of Troy" with derision.  
And while looking so innocent and sad, he did nothing to control it;
wasn't his madness an evident sign of that contemplated act brought to completion?  


Finding the scapegoats was too easy for him, to cover up his evil deed...
he blamed the Christians and had them thrown to the beasts of the Colosseum,
but many more were crucified along the Via Appia and was Nero appeased?
No, he still continued to play the lyre as his disguise with increased delirium.


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They Think They Know

People say that they know,
Then she asks them is that so?
Do you know how I feel?
Do you measure every meal?
What it's like to take a shot,
At 7 o'clock on the dot?
You don't know a single thing,
Of the girl with a broken wing.
She's limited on her food,
Which puts her in a real foul mood.
When her blood sugar suddenly drops,
She all of a sudden flips and flops.
She can't even stand up strait, 
She thinks that she might actually faint.
You people think you understand, 
The most you can do is lend a hand.
Diabetes is no joke,
She can't even have a single coke.
She and her mom worry every day,
They wonder if she'll be okay.
Her bloodsugar can drop really low,
She can instantly become a real big foe.
It can even go really high,
She swears that it can reach the sky.
So for the people that say they know,
I ask them now, is that so?


Details | Lyric | |

Borderline's Wreckage

I'm Agonizing every Word that my mind Creates You've done this all to me release your wrath to Me You wonder How much a Human Heart can take I've reached the limit You've invaded me on every level none of this is Mine anymore I can't bleed enough for You We're through This, This Torture Homicidal With You Suicidal Without You Feel Free to abuse If it's you I won't lose The Winds push away The Vines pull forth I'm at a lose on what to do So very lost and Confused Don't say we're through Homicidal With You Suicidal Without You I Hate you ...Don't leave me I push you so far away But need you so close I'm on the edge you're all I really need I'll do anything Just don't Abandoned me leaving has it's toll Homicidal With You Suicidal Without You


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The Mayan Declared

The year is 2025 I have come back to my past To witness the Mayans Who said Earth would not last 2012 Was the year they declared That the planet we knew Could never be spared An Asteroid shower We could never comprehend Sends this heaven to hell In catastrophic spend The first to hit Was the daddy of them all Our axis twisted The human race in fall Just of Madagascar In the Indian Ocean It's where it all started That set our demise in motion Tsunami waves Like giant tower blocks Swamped Indonesia As Polynesia rocked The force of impact Reverberated west On the Canary Islands A dormant volcano so reft It's massive mountain side Into the Atlantic slipped To the eastern seaboard Of the United States it shipped A second Tsunami Half the world long Would submerge the east Taking the weak and the strong The second to hit Hit a place struck before Tunguska in Russia Receives another sore Daylight turns to night As earth meets our skies Fallout from the reactors In shattered demise Radiated clouds Eventually filter down Leaving bleeding lacerations As we humans death drown Smaller asteroids Some just a few hundred feet Around the world they were marvelled Until they meet their greet The place where I stand now Was Yosemite National Park Now dark ridges of black So bare and stark It's been many many years Since the sun shone through the screen When I close my eyes I remember When the earth was lush and green How many of us survived Will we ever know Was this in our destiny I think all around me, now shows


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God's Plan

All I can do is wonder. 
I'll never really know. 
OI'll never get to hug her, 
and she'll never see me grow.
When I wake up tommorrow, 
this nightmare won't be gone.
I'll never have what I took for granted, 
a chance to know my Mom. 

I know I shouldn't cry, 
because that won't bring her back.
It doesn't make up for the emptiness
or the love that I lack.
I'm almost grown up now.
I did it all by myself.
But I can't help but wish
I could be like everyone else.

I'm excluded from some "special bond"
and memories to be shared.
When all I ever asked for
was to have someone who cared.
The tearstains on my pillow
outnumber memories.
The only way I know her
is to see her in my dreams.

Daddy said she loved me,
but God called her home.
I don't know why he took her, 
the only Mom I'd ever known.
I guess he has a hidden plan, 
a reason I can't see.
I'm waiting for it to come together
and work out okay for me. 

I hope I'll understand some day
just what God has in mind. 
So no matter how much I miss my mother
I'll follow God's plan and be alright.


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Quit That Tapping

like the raven 
who taps taps upon 
your chamber door
do not fret my Virginia
for it's my shadow
moving across the floor
this is what I'm telling you my darlin
and nothing more

beneath lattice
I still call your name
come to me virginia
come hear the tap tap 
upon your chamber door
for only you my love 
I surrender and never more

wind howls in blanket snows
here I stand so all alone
broken hearted and misconstrued
my Virginia who lies under stars and moon
just a tap tap upon your chambers door
tis I and nothing more

tales of hidas truth
blackbird sings harps cords
just like the tap tap upon your chambers door
my sweet Virgina whom I adore
for there'll be love waiting and nothing more

as I lay right next to you in this tomb
I counted only seven who have even knew
the times of this raven who 
tapped tapped upon your chambers door
twas only I and will be never more


Tribute To Edgar Allen Poe
And His Young Bride Virginia
Also To His Poem The Raven


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Hurt by Thoughts

Abusive words
Thoughts read aloud
A shot to my heart

They said:
I'm the problem in this world
I'm the rock in their shoe
I'm breaking them apart
I'm their problem
Maybe it's true

Lost in depression
Sicker than death
It hurts like it, too.

They said:
I'm the problem in this world
I'm the rock in their shoe
I'm breaking them apart
I'm their problem
Maybe it's true

Depression sinking deeper
My sanity gone
Lost control of myself

They said:
I'm the problem in this world
I'm the rock in their shoe
I'm breaking them apart
I'm their problem
Maybe it's true

Lost everything in life
Struggled for acceptance
Instead a stab in my back

All because they said:
I'm the problem in this world
I'm the rock in their shoe
I'm breaking them apart
I'm their problem
Maybe it's true.


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DaddyTold Me Song on CD

In life to get by, I really do try, very hard to live by,
the old fashioned ways, of how my daddy lived his days,
He often told me not to lie, and when he caught me, it made me cry,
and I still remember him say, son you'll be ok, tomorrow's another day,

Then daddy told me about the war, the first time he wrecked a car,
and of how it made him cry, when some of his friends died,
Then we looked up in the sky, and the whole world felt like ours,
staring high up in  the sky, I just wished that we could fly,

Being young, I asked dad...why?...why do people have to die?
Then I heard him sigh....and say....my oh my oh my,
and he looked me in the eye,
as I yearned for his reply:

Son, people are dying without....and dying within,
with no way out.....hunger starves a friend...
Death is much about, bloody wars that never end...
The whole world, no doubt, suffers from serious sin,

Then we looked high up in the sky, suddenly a shooting star went by,
and the whole world felt like ours, as daddy told me about the stars,
Then I listened to him say, son...tomorrow and everyday...
let nothing stand in your way, and you'll succeed in life....OK.


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The Chasm Of Depression And Death

The Chasm Of Depression And Death

Screams heard in the far off distance
Tales of pain and horror
Echoing through the night
They call for a hope that is never to come
Their calls fall on deaf ears of those who went before
The light from the distant blood red moon is dim in lost chasm
Unable to show what the night has hidden
Depression and thoughts of death fill the air
Young people die by their own hands
One useless suicide after another
Their futures destroyed while their screams go unanswered
Hope hides on the edge of the valley
Just out of reach and so far out of their dreams
It waits for someone to find it
Wanting to reach down to help
It starves from the lack of attention
Young people dying in a chasm of depression and death
Never giving life or hope a chance
Never looking to the heavens
Never finding what they should have seen all along
If only someone, somewhere would have said something
Made them look harder at the edge of the chasm
Maybe it could have saved just one life
Then another and another until the chasm closed
And no other young person would fall into its depths


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Emotional Bruise

Emotionally pinched
bruises the mind
blinds the eye from seeing
internal scars still bleeding
denial of the worst kind
feelings left behind
alone and distraught
in shadows of black and gray
surrounded by emptiness
.
Heart in shreds
gloom and dread
torn apart thoughts
doors of communication closed
beyond reach in saving
numb in soul
crying inside for help
prisoner of pain and hurt
trapped in confinement
of misery.


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holokauston Page 2 of 2

After the quiet we all have to go
Dragged and carted by the Sonderkommando
To be dumped in pits covered by lime
A race to dispose by it's Human slime

Auschwitz, Buchenwald & Dachau slaughtered
Many a son, many a daughter
Experiments on children women and men
Some aged 90, many under 10

In 45, their end was near, how many alive would reappear
As Russians, British and US troops
Chased the Hun to their German roots
Each camp reached showed it's sordid past
Where millions of me, were massively gassed

In Auschwitz, to this present day
Birds don't fly, no animals play
The reminder is all for there to see
Those terrible days what happened to me

It's 1948, our Nation is born
From histories past, populations torn
To all who survived I wish you well
And our new born world, called Israel 


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-2.php


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VACANCY


I don't have filled spaces.
Nonexisting time lies to me,
making me feel as if I were not empty.
Space remains painfully unoccupied in me.
There is no prince
no poetry or sigh
that a sigh without cause is consequence of passion.
There is no romance or excitement.
Word or song.
Meaning or ignorance.
I don't have time, it's true,
for I am filled with the strange intensity of freedom and youth.
However, all the space of my soul I keep
like a ballroom with no ball.
. . . If someone shouted in me . . .
it would echo.

Patricia Evans


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I am Free to:

I am free to: Love, 
                  
                       Hope, 
                    
                          Endure, 
                    
                      Sing, 
                 
                        Dance,

                      Cry,

                         Laugh,

                     Grow,

                         Give up,

                     Never stop untill I achivemy goal's,

                                 Live life,
                      
                        Hate! 

               Have the will not to hate,

                 Never give up,

                            Go down the wrong path,

                  To choose the right one,

                        To worship you, Lord!



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The Truth Behind Hate

If Love is blind,
Hate is deaf.
Unable to hear optimism and open minds.
A barrier between reality and distortion.
Truth and Humbleness blocked by the brick wall of stupidity,
A world full of envy and strife,
Selective hearing,
Picking and pruning through the good,
Just to find the bad,
Pain = Hate.


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If he only knew

                       I still love you but I don't know why?
                      It just get's so hard for me to say goodbye
                     Iguess it's because when it comes to love I only 
                     loved that one guy,The same one that would lie
                    and lie and the one that made me cry and cry.
                                          We been threw thick and thin 
                   the only diffrence now he don't love me like he
                    did back then.I use to talk to him everyday and night
                  these feelings I have for him are so hard to fight, I just
                   want him to hold me again and say everything will be alright.
                                          He said the way he is now is because of you
                   and I know in my heart that is true now I'm left not knowing
                 what to do,He breaks my heart everyday were apart if he only
                really knew.


Details | I do not know? | |

~~Losing Me~~

The darkness of the pit
is swallowing you in.
I see you looking at me
with that evil, twisted grin.

You know just what you're doing.
You've done it all before.
It kills me when you look at me
while bleeding on the floor.

I've offered you my hand
time and time again.
I've tried to help you change your life.
I've tried to be your friend.

I'll watch you from a distance
but I'll never get too near.
You'd love to take me with you
but my strength you've learned to fear.

If I could help you truly
just to see what you could be.
I'd try ten thousand times again
but I won't risk losing me. 


Details | I do not know? | |

The Warrior

The Warrior

My pencil is my sword
My eraser is my shield
And when I go to war
My paper is my battlefield 
When life is to much
This is how I express the way I feel
And so I write such words
As murder, stab, kill
When people read these words
Misunderstanding they think I’m insane
But this is just how I vent
All my anger, frustration and pain
People that don’t know me
Think I look like a bad man
The people that say they do know me
Think I live the life of a madman
All of these things
Circling in my head
Sometimes I have to wonder
Would I be better off dead
I used to be a somebody
And my reputation would reflect
That I used to be a person
To look up to and respect
But now you can see
By the trembling in my hands
That all I am these days
Is a tired, broken man


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the rotting edge of hope & abandon pt. I

when the world falls,
will you be my figurehead queen?
dark regent, of my secret heart & broken-glass dreams
drip waterfall lies from full pink lips
& bleed out your truth(s) to me?
come silently in the night
over plush & supple fields of carpet
into the halls of my half-waking 
& reach for me through the illusions 
& shadows of my own doubt,
so strong, it wraps me up, 
myself all contained & tainted, 
tainting only myself.
be the beautiful & shining falsehood
that brings me back into a world of
the likewise
leaving the torn pieces of the true falsity, the true reality
hanging shreded in the doorway
rotting on the edge of
what was & what could be
be my perfected failure,
my self-less
& self-serving love
my heart is yours;
it never beats the same way twice


Details | I do not know? | |

If sadness ruled the world

I f sadness ruled,
The world would be bare,
And none would wear a happy face.
Crying would be everywhere.
Hateful faces,
eyes pleading to be saved from thier eternal damnation,
no Jovial places
And when somone was happy they died.
Love would not exist
This is because the people would be happy
and you know what,everyone would love oly themselves.
Death would bring the ruler joy
Birth would send in to a tirade
And lovers running off to happiness
Would be caught and worked to the bone.
Narcissitic people would be the richer and that would make them all the sadder,
Their children would got to school and learn about times of despair.
that would shove the happiness down their throats.
so if one is always sad and never glad 
they would be favored in king sadnesses eyes 
So why not go and live in this hate filled kingdom,
With none to love but your sadness and yourself.


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Just Reach

just reach your hand out to the sky
pull your loved ones back to your side

lets get to say one more goodbye
for we never wanted them to go away and die

as now the days and nights lay 
in such sweet disguise

so let us once again our lord
stare into their illumating eyes

as we reach out for them 
in your broad horizon sky

and get to hold and kiss them
even if their not by our sides

for if this is however feels when we die
then I'd like to be that angel in that sky

so I can just reach out right back
and wipe their tears too from their eyes



Tribute To Our Loved Ones
On The Other Side
May You All RIP


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Losing You

Liquid tears
fallen rain
down my face
emotional droplets
caressing skin
bittersweet hearts
cracked in half
drowning passions
in a sea of blue
floating away
stranded feelings
oceans streaming
soaking sand
dissolving dreams
crushing hope
into pieces
of losing you.


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Daddy the Alcoholic

Daddy the alcoholic,
 every single day,
full and countless glasses,
 guzzled down,
help him please, and bring my daddy back to me.


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The Black Sheep

Pushed aside, location of home obscured, limited by isolation:
drifting aimlessly - subscribing to a voluntary incarceration.

Outcast by an alternative perspective, a differing sense of direction,
through a desire to develop resolutions to numerable imperfections.

Others recede into bad habits - shirking from every challenge,
placing emphasis on ignoring responsibilities; yet expecting a life that’s lavish.

So it’s hardly surprising when their dreams fall by the wayside,
having taken the easy road too often, they’re fighting against a landslide
to recuperate what was lost, or rather thrown away by being lax and care-free,
they’ve imposed upon themselves a limit, as to what they can achieve.

Armed with the powerful weapon of fore-sight, I clawed myself out of the rut,
but it’s little consolation for having to watch my friends get stuck.
Trying to avoid a patronising tone, I conceal myself into anonymity -
uninspired by foolish games, approaching every overture with timidity.

Wanting to tell them to change, to realise their mistakes,
but sometimes things are hardest to see when they stare you in the face.
It’s their life to live, and do so how they wish -
I just pray they realise: there’s more to it then “getting pissed”.


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You Will Be Missed

If you died today, 
What would you think?
Where would you go?
Do you think, you would think?
I don’t know.

Look down upon, those you love. 
Look down, look down,
From high above.
You see them grieving,
Hurting so much,
They regret your leaving,
They miss your touch.

Why oh why did you have to leave?
Come back come back,
Wipe their tears with your sleeve.
Give them a hug,
Tell them it’s alright.
It’s time to unplug.
The light is so bright.

They feel you here,
They feel you going.
Was a wonderful life,
One worth knowing.
Closer and closer,
To the light you go.
Brighter and brighter,
They will miss you so.


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Just Call Me Abuse

My name is abuse that is all I need to say
But just for your sake I will go on anyway.
I take pride in putting people in financial bind.
My favorite thing to do is to work on your mind.
I will destroy all you can be and make you believe that you deserve me.
After awhile you have no self-esteem left all you can comprehend
Are only the thoughts of suicide and death?
There is another part of me the physical side.
This something I have to be very cleaver on for this is very hard to hide.
I will take you from drinking soda out of mugs.
To entertainment by sniffing and using all hard-core drugs
I will take a beautiful woman and turn her into a punching bag.
When I am finished she will look like an old washed up hag.
Yes I can do all of this and yes I do mean to brag
I will turn faces all black and blue.
Oh look out I am going to get you too.
Oh no I’m not finished yet.
I can destroy your emotions too do you want to make a bet
I will take a confident man and turn him into a child playing in the sand.
The most pleasure I get is to destroy relationships, they no longer were a 
wedding band.
When I am finished with you nothing will ever be the same.
You will always be keeping your guard up always being in shame.
I will take all your family love
Then turn it into hate to shove.
I love to destroy remember my name is abuse.
What form of pleasure do you want me to use?


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The King Of Pop

from his abc's
to that freaky billy jean

came a pop star 
for all to love and see

from the apollo's stage
wondered if you were ready for screaming rage

for you never had a childhood of bliss
only done what was on joseph's list

a studded white glove 
and white socks just because

a star on the hollywood walk of fame
for you sang and danced showing no shame

scandals of twisted truth
did not detour you from your missing youth

neverland was your own safari escape
who would figure your best friend would be a chimp of faith

michael may god cradle you in his arms
and basked in your king of pops worldly charm

will forever miss that porcelain smile
and always think of you on my radio dial

for now your at your heavens trial
may god forgive this lost and lonely child




In Loving Memory Of
Michael Joseph Jackson
Aug 29th 1958 - June 25th 2009

           RIP


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You Don't Know Me

I smile so no one can see my scars.
You think i'm happy.
But you don't know me.

You don't know the girl
who cries herself to sleep.
Who marred her skin
from all the stress.
Who hates herself 
for all she's done.
Who chokes back screams
when she sees you smile.

You think I handle all this well.
But you don't know 
the torture I put myself through.
I punish myself for all your lies,
but still can't hate you.

You think you can see
but you don't know me.


( 2004 )


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My Brother

Can you feel the pain of me knowing?
Can you see my pain is it showing?
With blood stained sky, Engraved with lies,
This horrible pain, Is it growing?
This unseen pain eats at my heart,
The day they killed you we were forced to part,
This pain inside so cold so deep,
How can I eat? How can I sleep?
All those horrible days, I swore they would pay,
When they said little brother , that you were dead,
That's when I lost my way,
All these tears of my broken heart,
All  these tears, they are all mine,
All that's left are my tears,
No smiles  left to shine.
They took you from me my brother,
Hiding behind their shields of gold,
Motionless you lay there my brother,
Never to grow old.
They swore to serve and protect you,
But those were all empty lies,
Now at the grave where I buried you,
That's where well say our final good byes.
I miss you so badly my brother,
Miss you that I do,
One day I will come join you,
Why did they do this to you?
I love you my dear brother David,
I cant see through all of this pain,
Ill have vengeance for you little brother,
Their souls is where your blood stained.


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Love

I keep hearing that you exist. 
People say they see you-
They touch you.
They say you help them when depressed, sad and lonely.
They say you keep people together- forever.
Some even say you do not work all the time;
You have a tendency to fade away-
Only for a short time, however,
For you can return to set things back to norm.
I'm curious- love.
Do you really return?-
Do you really fade away?-
Do you really keep people together- forever?-
Do you really console the depressed, sad and lonely?-
For I am sad, lonely and depressed.
Will not you help me?
Why ignore me?-
Or forget me?
Why listen to what others have to say about me?
I tried to reach for you too-
You just could not see.
For sadness, depression and loneliness kept you blind;
Blind from watching my hands reach out to you...
You fell-
Long gone-
Never came back.
Do not worry-
I keep hearing that you exist.
Tis' true?- 
Do you really- 
Exist?


Details | I do not know? | |

Was It Really Worth It

Sitting in a hotel on a cold winters night
My eye caught a vision of someone walking by
A guy who smiled and said “Hi.”
I said “Hi” back
But little did I know 
He would be the love of my life for almost a year

As time went by
You couldn’t separate my love and I
We spent days talking and singing
We spent nights laughing and dancing
We had our happy times 
We had our sad times
But together we got through

Then the night came
I got a phone call
My love said that it just wasn’t working
It was hard but I said “OK,” and went to bed
I cried myself to sleep
But felt better in the morning

Two weeks past, I got another phone call
It was my love that left me two weeks ago
He asked if we could give it another try
I said “yes,” because I still loved him

So we spent days talking and singing
Nights laughing and dancing
It was fun while it lasted
For three months or more
He held me tight and said “I love you”
It was better then the first time

Then June came, It was my birthday
He called to say he wasn’t coming to see me
He said that we were through
So I cried till my eyes were red and sore

I read the old love letters over a thousand times or more
I thought of all the times we were together
I recalled the times he said “I love you”
But through it all we stayed friends

Then one night he came to my door
Said that he wanted to talk, said he had troubles
“Ok,” I said in a small voice
Then after a while he turned wild
He grabbed me, he hurt me
I was bruised and sore
I was scared, terrified 
I was weak and tired
For what he did to me
Was it really worth it?


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The house eaters

1.
My grapefruit tanned
toothpicks
bow above
the five-day flattened
spot
in an olive shag carpet
tracing grandpa Leo's 
blueprint,
with one encapsulated
toe –
this is the femur, this is
the head,
this is the fist, the ring
finger, the soul.
I search for any blunt
white quivering slivers
of Caroline's purported
fly fetuses.

2.
Huddling behind the
corpse
of an old hospital bed,
a framed photo 
smoke browned and
wearing my toddler face,
watches
his children choke
hushed, broken
sentences

this will be yours, my
plate, separate the
holiday china…

an enigmatic language
that hovers in
smoke stretched rings
to wilt
upon the hallway
bulb.

3.
I am left
the ceramic cygnet,
and an ivory carved 
dromedary.

These artifacts
plucked
from his porcelain
menagerie
that I decipher 
through dust fingerprints
for
one small inheritance of
a memory.

4.
Tomorrow,
Aunt Rose
puts price
to his bibelots,
the olive shag carpet,
even cousin Amy's 
plastic horse,
who was accidentally
left to pasture on an 
afghan.

A silver plated glass cage
image of her past,

she says she will whittle
all of him,
from the
wooden
house 
bones.



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Seed

To lie is like a seed being planted into the soil,
and just waiting for it’s down roots.
Every time another lie is told this seed gets water,
as the watering continues, the seed begins to grow.
And up sprouts the plant, the plant in which you the individual has given life to, for 
this seed is not a flower, is not a tree, is not a fruit to give to thee, but a weed, a 
weed of such destruction that destroys all other life surrounding it. By taking it’s 
roots, the roots of pure loving flowers, pure loving fruit and pure loving small 
trees.
Destroys them.
Strangles them.
As this weed continues to get watered it shuns them, grows taller then them, 
allows them no sun light, allows them no room to grow or to breath, so in the 
end, they parish.
And all of the truth that was planted before this has died, and the only thing left in 
your garden,
Is your pathetic life.
And this weed,
That was once a SEED. 
 


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Turtle Talk

Hop right on my back
turtle slow and green skinned bark
A journey to tag every bit left of nature
it's something I know that you can't help but do...

We'll pass up the river here soon on the right
The fish live in bubbles and cry in the night
You'll catch them with words that you've wanted to say
I'll take you there now but can't show you the way
Then we'll pass Jaw Dropping Junction and Turn
where the fork in the forest continues to burn
You'll see every mother who's lost every child
Prepare yourself now, for the fires gone wild
We'll take a left there (Watch your eyes in the smoke)
to the plateau of kindness where someone once spoke
and commenced planting saplings, to bridge to the moon
We'll reach there by morning, or latest, by noon
We'll dine with the remnants of Frick and of Frack
(the tribe of white elephant twins and their pack)
They'll trumpet of oceans gone under the sea
They'll laugh when I tell them that they can be free
For they have been sentinels long since the fire
and they'll not give up, or saunter, or tire
They hold great conferences up in Malloo
where they talk about me and they talk about you
Perhaps every human, who sets out to trod
by the skin of his birth, with no notion to laud
the immeasurable gift of all animal kin
should consider these words, somewhere deep there within:
The animals know us - they know every name
and they'd never destroy us, though we'd do the same
But one day, we'll pay for each folly and crime
with an internal conscience, do plenty hard time
One look at an orphan, grasping for breath
One ocean in oil, polluted with death
will break us with feeling and kill us in kind
for think of this thought, somewhere deep in your mind:
We're breathing the air that the animals breathe.
We take and we take and they hardly receive.
The clocks winding down and we've something to do
and that something begins here with me and with you


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Innocence of a Child

Mister,
Why did you hit Mommy?

Mister,
You can't punish me,
You're not my daddy!

Mister, 
You say not to hit,
But your actions declare you a hypocrite.

Mister,
You push Mommy down,
But you say not to tell unless I say she fell.

Mister,
I try my darnedest to be good,
But you say I'm not action like I should.

Mister,
You hurt my feelings,
But you say you're just teaching me something with meaning.

Mister,
You come home with more than just Mommy,
But you say I saw nothing

Mister,
The night you came home drunk,
You know the night you shot Mommy with a shotgun . . . 
The night you left her beaten, bruised, scarred,
Bleeding on the ground. . . 
The night she went to sleep and never woke up

That night I was left alone,
Helpless,
Nowhere to go.

Mister,
Why did you do it
When you said you loved Mommy?

Mister, 
Why did you leave me stranded 
When you said you cared about me?

Mister,
Because of you
I am left here to die
Beside this dumpster where you told me to lye.

Mister,
I've been waiting here like you said,
For days,
Weeks,
Months,
But you r face I have not seen

You have let me down, Mister,
But that is nothing new.

You always told me to be a good child,
So I will.
With what's left of me, 
I will wait,
Calling your name . . . 

Mister . . . ?
Mister . . . ?




Details | Lanterne | |

TURMOIL

My
heart breaks
within me-
deep inside I
weep-
peace
is so
elusive
my mind cannot
sleep-
is
love so
unreal,
is it out of
reach-
who
will be
true to me
and their promise
keep-
if
I say
a prayer,
will faith take a
leap-
do
you have
an answer,
to life...fathoms'
deep.


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Celebrity

As the car door opens, she steps out.
She is beautiful, beyond all doubt.
Her dress is as elegant as a ballerina’s dance.
All eyes on her, gazing in trance.
Her audience applauds her as she walks by.
She fakes a smile when she wants to cry.
She wants to escape this overwhelming life.
It saddens her that there is always strife.
She greets the others as she walks in.
They give her looks and also grin.
She wonders if they feel the same way.
Maybe on the inside, they are not ok.
Do they feel the pressure to always act out?
Drinking and partying, that’s not what life is about.
How can we be an influence when our morals are gone?
Even though we hurt, we continue to push on.
Sometimes she wishes she could go back to being just her.
The movies and spotlight is not what she deserves.
She feels the need to fulfill everyone’s desire.  
It takes control like a consuming fire.
She has grown weary with all the fame.
Life isn’t easy when there is no one else to blame.
The need for a normal life is there.
In the end, all she has is prayer.


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Outcasts

They watch from 
Their place in school.
No one notices.
No one cares.
They are alone
In the big world.
Watching life unfold.
Not experiencing for themselves.
Sad
Lonely
Misunderstood
They try to break through the glass
Separating them from 
The rest of the world.
But it is unbreakable.
So they stand and watch.
Miserable
They are the outcasts. 


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I believe in love a little less each day

Life can get pretty hard when relationships go astray.
I believe in love a little less each day.
Marriages used to last fifty years, now they last fifty weeks.
Couples keep breaking up even though true love is what everybody seeks.

I've gotten a lot of rejections because I don't have much money.
Everything gets dark when I begin to think it's sunny.
I have pain and anger because life goes this way.
I believe in love a little less each day.


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I Remember

I remember the day
I heard you died,
I remember just how hard 
that I cried.

My heart ached more
then I felt it could be,
Just by knowing you 
were not here with me.

Even though you have
gone away,
The memories of you 
are here to stay.

You were like a
sibling should be,
Now you are a guardian
angel to me.


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THE KIND-HEARTED MRS ADAMS

We drove by her run-down house
with faded green shingles
and boarded-up windows,
a sad feeling overwhelmed us;
many times we helped her
to cut down the thick grass 
and in return she gave us 
three yellow flowers 
as a token of her gratitude... 
no one else could have cared more!

"These flowers are for you,darlings,because
you helped me plant them in the soil,
and they've grown to be tall and beautiful
in a garden so tidy and nice!" 
she exclaimed in jubilation;
"Remember me by when
I'll reach my home...to dwell
in the presence of the Lord,
and I'll be looking down on you and
pray with all angels to keep you safe and well!'
she gladly said with resignation,
foreseeing what  she couldn't explain...

She told us about her sweetheart,
whom she loved indefinetly:
from the moment they met,
to the day he peacefully died:
a lovely and faithful wife
was all he wanted and dreamed;
and their marriage lasted 
longer than they expected to be...
to be taken with them,
not being afraid of death!

"This is the grand piano I sed to play
for my husband on his last birthday;
he laid his arms on my shoulders
and sang along with me for hours:
on those snowy nights without moon...
when romance was rekindled with kisses
and the sentimental tunes
took away our winter's blues!"
she murmured with deep regret,
until her light eyes became wet...

The decaying house was put up for sale,
and only these kids have a story to tell
about the nicest person on that block,
who once was the prettiest girl-scout...
who loved us as much as her own children;
but did she deserve to be forgotten and die alone?
And if you wonder what her name was,
she was the kind-hearted Mrs Adams!


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A Winters Fallen Angel

Her beautiful eyes closed forever
The angel sleeps no harm to weather

Frozen in time under glass
Her cold tears trapped in the past

The demon that brought her guards the door
Of the angels keep in the streets of the poor

Her blonde hair and wings are raised and flared
The expression on her face is calm not scared

The demon murderd her quick and painless
In his depression mad and aimless

She would have remained alive
All she had to say was hi

He adored here every movement
She ignored and made her judgement

He tried to speak and joke around
She rolled her eyes and shut him down

He grew angry and mad one night
He froze her body in a block of ice


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Believe in me

I saw your tears,
I knew something was wrong,
I knew with my mother,
My son didn't belong.
I saw the pain that you held 
deep inside.
I never wanted to leave you,
or ever have to say goodbye.
I chose for you to sleep safe in a bed,
instead of our car,
making sure you were fed,
was most important by far.
I wish I could take all the tears and
sadness away,
to correct all the wrongs and the mistakes that I made.
All you wanted was my approval, my affection and my love,
Yes, I know saying the words, just wasn't enough.
If I could go back in time          
I would have put up a bigger fight 
I would change it all today, 
to make your life a little more kind.
I would be to you all, what a mother should be,
I love you with all of my heart,
I just wish you could see,
All I ever wanted was for my children to believe in me.


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Mirror with a Gun

Cast attention on the dreams we have caught
They’re nothing of our own
Filtering our hearts right through the dark
Until we give in to the unknown

Casting lights upon the pointless death
In the wars that we’ve become
It’s so sad to see what will really die
The part we kill because we run

Cast attention on the lies we create
Manifesting every fear
Will these walls protect me from the pain?
Will the static drive the tears?

Casting lights upon the obvious truth
That we can’t remember love
Because every notion that we think is right
Was not handed from above

Cast our questions into timeless stone
It’s time to walk away
Step again into the lonely dark
It’s time to feed the pain

Casting spells that only weave an end
This is what we’ve become
Friendly faces that will kill again
We’re just a mirror with a gun


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I Found Out Today

I found out today you had never been true
You were with someone else when I was seeing you.
You took my love, my heart, my trust
And all it meant to you was lust.

I found out today that you gave her a ring
While talking with me about the same thing
And pledged your vows and made her your wife
And swore to stay with her the rest of your life.

Was it just a race?  Was it just a game?
Did either of us matter or were we just the same?
Did you really care which one of us said yes first?
Here I thought when you left me you had done your worst.

I found out today the ink was not yet dry
On the decree from your previous lie.
I was just one of many, a face in your crowd
Being duped by you does not make me proud.

I found out today I will get over you
I will hold my head high, I will get through
You have made me a skeptic, you have opened my eyes
I will not so easily fall for men's lies.

One day if I chance to see you on the street
If our paths should cross, if our eyes should meet
I'll forget the deceptions, the lies you would say
I'll remember the truth that I found out today.




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Hunger

Here, 
where the black white shadows 
pond and melt 
her dress 
flutters around the 
pronounced scimitar 
of her neck line. 

Eyes whisper 
fr-ig-id 
with a syllabically thick accent 
as if cold were a ham-fisted lug 
emerging from the 
yawning dark mouth 
of the cabin behind her 
pressing his hands 
with the grip 
of a dying man 
bracing his last breath 
with each 
light blue, 
half moon 
fingernail.


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Once broken, but not destroyed!

As I look back over my life, my heart was broken but I wasn’t destroyed,
Many people tried to take advantage of me like I was some kind of a toy.
When I was a child, I had this fixation that I knew what love is all about, 
I cried a lot because that was the only way for me to get things out.
As a teenager, I lost the dearest person to me, who was my mother,
I was angry with God because the pain that I felt was like no other.
My parents taught me how to be the best Christian all I can be,
When I finally got to know God for myself, I was definitely set free.
As I became older I carried around so much hurt and so much pain,
I know I wasn’t easy to deal with, but the family must have felt drained.
At times I had to express my anger by fighting and hurting myself,
The more I keep writing, one day I will see my book on the bookstore shelf
The most devastating thing I remember was the time I was raped,
At the time it was happening I didn’t have the strength to escape.
It also hurt when no one had faith enough to believe in me,
I tried to deal with the rape by becoming rebellious as I can be.
I thought by going to talk to a psychiatrist would have helped replace my anger,
Instead of making things better, he just helped himself on me and putting me in 
danger.
I didn’t want to live after all these things that happened in my life,
If I had killed myself, today I wouldn’t have become a wife.
A lot of people thought that I wouldn’t make something of myself,
They would look down on me like I was some kind of weird elf.
Through all of this, God showed me what TRUE love was all about.
I have to give him all the praise and honor with a loud shout.
I was a type of person that was definitely misunderstood,
I just wanted somebody to take the time out with me if they could.
Well, the devil thought that I was destroyed but I was yet broken,
I can truly say that I’m no longer his rebellious T-O-K-E-N


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Goodbye

The signs came early enough for us to know, 
that we didn't have much time before you would go.
You had to quit your job and move somewhere new,
leaving all those memories behind for us to review.
We knew the upcoming months would be tough,
trying to make the best of every moment, but still not enough.
The next few months for you were somewhat a blast,
going to Tennessee with your daughters, both hoping it would last.
When you got back, you became sicker and sicker,
the doctors said that  the cancer started getting thicker and thicker.
We all knew the end would come soon, how long it would be, no one knew.
Every moment we could, we spent with you, 
Now I sit and realize how the time just flew.
As the end came near we threw you a surprise,
I'll never forget the look in your eyes.
We threw a surprise party just for you, 
inviting all the people that you knew.
The end would soon come later that night, 
as you passed away and began your heavenly flight.
Mom and Dad said that you had a blast,
those last few moments, filling the night with plenty of laughs.
As you recalled old memories of yours from the past,
with everyone there hoping that time would last.
As I sat through the funeral, and I shed a single tear, 
I would never forget the times you and I shared here.
Now that I know you are gone, 
to live in heaven eternally long,
I have come to say that I will always love you Grandma,
and I will never forget you,
goodbye "Nanaw".



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Every rose has its thorn

For every time we take a breath
And every time we stop to rest,
To look around at all that grows
Embracing all the love that flows.

Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn

For every tear of sorrow we weep
The new day of thousands in forgotten sleep,
Unhinged the heart of one more soul
For King or Queen or eternal goal.

Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn

The last of the tommys lays his wreath
For next time he may lye beneath,
Reunited with friends separated long ago
To re-live the highest high and the lowest low.

Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn

For every rose
For every thorn
For every darkness
Unveils a new morn


Details | I do not know? | |

Untitled

You can drive your fancy cars
Living it up like movie stars
While small children have nothing to eat
No place to live no light no heat
Hopeless drunks living like dogs
Passing out sleeping like logs
While you sip your fancy wine
Pretending everything is fine
But I know that you feel the guilt
And as you watch your garden wilt
Remember the little starving child
Lost in a world neither meek nor mild
Or the drunk stinking and ill
For the bottle he will kill
You wonder if the child ate
If his parents show love or hate
Is the drunk a friend or foe?
He's not himself he's sunk so low
You're not better than us all
You're still human you'll still fall
Don't forget us while you're great
We don't need anymore hate


Details | I do not know? | |

~Unforgiving Soul~

Life can be beautiful and long. Or life could be short and depressing. Some people 
act happy when they are sad. Their anger will grow and only get mad.  Fear to live 
can be so strong. Some people will cut life short before they're time. They feel 
the only way out is suicide. For death is a gift that God gave us. But love is a 
choice that some don't follow. The hatred rejection breathes can turn you hallow. 
Your eyes tell the truth of an unforgiving soul. The darkness you seek is out of 
control. One day at a time it consumes you. Then at last your finally threw. You 
are bitter and heartless, angered, and cold. Sooner or later your evil will unfold. 
You have gone into hiding and left the light. Any chance you get you try to fight. 
The pain you buried so many years ago. The scars and fears of an unforgiving soul. 
Your day will come and you will forgive. The child you saved was abandoned and 
hide. Your life is peaceful and calm. Your little baby will grow up happy and 
strong. You saved a life and got yours back. You had so much pain and rage filled 
attacks. You can sleep without the dreams of a viscous man. Everything is Better 
now you can finally think. You stop and wonder why he took that last drink? Why he 
abused your young body? Where he was when he hid? Why he did the things he did? 


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OFF and On

OFF and On
Simply put some people are always ON and they are supercharged and have no 
lack of energy gastrulating vehemently as the victum less than gleefully reacts to 
them oh please my work is over in one hour eye am very sleepy now as soon as 
eye have eaten and made love then eye must sleep and get some rest somehow 
oh eye knoe that you are someone in the world of education oh you say you are a 
teacher and you expostulate the ramification of my emulation of a sheep at sleep 
and resting in the field of grass between the Sheppard dogs at last just let me do 
this last hour of my job and learn people do not have to bow to a higher learner 
when they earn.


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The Locked Gates

She walks to the door of the inn
Her hands in her pockets, frozen
Through the ice and snow she trudges
To the gates of her home
But only to find them locked and her feet are slowly freezing
Her hands are unmovable
And she refuses to move for she is scared of death
Crying in her sleep at night in the snow, the girl, she has no home


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REFLECTIONS

                           Reflections of a day gone by
                           Reflections in the mirror of tears in my eyes
                           Reflections in a window pane
                           Trying to erase all the pain
                           Reflections of your face near me
                           Reflections of what never would be
                                      You said you loved me
                                       You didn't stay
                            Reflections of a lie,that never goes away.


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The Streets

The words that follow are not so grand
Because of The Streets on our countries land
By day they are light, lived and free
As night fades they change you'll see
 
Community spirit grows and sprouts
As the evening draws, neighbourhoods ooze doubts
The person you seen hours before
Is not the person you will come to adore
 
Gangs pimps in a darkened craze
Can't stand the light in a living way
They need the shadows to hide their souls
To capture the innocent in their putrid folds
 
Prostituted girls, our sisters and nieces
Become use able pieces
Nephews and sons, given guns
Do a deed and become one
 
The slime that rule, cowards are they
Hire big boys to do their say
Taken in, by dollars and booze
Where once they were someone
What respect they lose
 
Why should the neighbourhood 
Not be able to roam
In daylight or night
After all it's their home
 
The scum all around
Should disperse and flee
Out of The Streets
Of our towns and cities
 
If it's ever a road you have to go down
We should have the right to clear our town
Vigilante or law, what ever to be
Its our right
For The Streets to be free


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Tasting Deception

No soul to split a writhing tart affair
was written there upon my sorrowed brow
until he blew deception in my hair

and blinded all I saw 'till even now
For he was one of all the pilot's kings
For he held up the moon and took a bow

For he was all the down's and in between's
For he became the reason for the why's
And now I'll bend the wind until it cleans 

my hair of all the pale affair of lies
and hopefully my brow will be repaired
and vision once again will know my eyes.


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Bittersweet Memories

Walks around the lake are bittersweet memories
that leave tears in my eyes
tears in my eyes
I remember the way your hand felt in mine
how the world seemed fine
yeah
the world was mine
I remember staring into your eyes
knowing that you would always be there
My mind is full of these bittersweet memories
leaving tears in my eyes
tears in my eyes
I remember when I could make you smile
yeah
when I could make it all worthwhile 
I remember when I was all you needed
yeah
when no one else would do
We used to waste nights away
talking about anything and everything
sometimes even nothing at all
I’m choking up with every thought of you
as these bittersweet memories are leaving tears in my eyes
tears in my eyes


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Behind The Smile

You see her smile, and she seems alright.
But what you don’t see is that she is crying inside
You think if she is sad, why doesn't she shed a tear? 
Maybe showing emotion is her biggest fear. 
She doesn't want people to see something is wrong. 
All she wants is for people to think her heart is strong. 
She doesn't want to know what others might say, 
If she just broke out in tears one day. 
Just remember what goes up must come down 
And a smile can easily cover up a frown. 
This girl, if you cannot see, 
Is no one other than me. 


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Lettie Died

Lettie died, the house is empty,
No one in the family left.
Flowered sheets once used as curtains
Faded now by brilliant sunlight
Rot and crumble to the floor.
Beer and Coke cans thrown at windows,
No one seems to care;
The lock is broken, all may enter
Look! the bed where Lettie died!
The front porch sags where Lettie sat
Passing all her summer days
Diabetic and overweight,
Withdrew from life when Mama died.
Noisy tots on tricycles
Pump their legs to get on by;
The house of ghosts, or so says Grandma,
Restless souls who cannot sleep.


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The Voices in my head

Have you thought of suicide?
Have you ever thought of murder?
Crazy as it may sound,
I've thought of both.
Is it okay for me to tell you I've felt this way?
I dont know why,
And sometimes I try to block out the thoughts.
But they keep coming back.
Telling me that they want more.
They want me to go through.
Do the things I feel that I should do.
Take a gun to my head.
Pull a knife on my husband in bed.
I know too much, I know that.
My husband cheats, and that is a fact.
I say things I shouldnt say when others arent around.
I curse out loud when my daughters are near.
I say things that the two year olds just shouldnt hear.
I cant help but think, what it would be like. 
What if I wasnt around, to feel these things inside.
Who am I punishing, them or me?
What do these things really mean?
Am I crazy, am I insane?
Are there really people running around in my head?
I hear what they say,
Telling me to stop being a baby,
To just die alone in my bed. 
I dont want to think these things.
I dont want to hear what they want to say.
Please make them all go away.
Do you understand what I write?
Of course you dont.
You dont know what its like.


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Eternal Solitude

There some who prefer loneliness
And there are some who just put up with it
There are some who say they aren't lonely
But in fact, there are many
However, I prefer to be by myself
For there are many things to be done
Only I can reflect on many ideas
And only I can discover myself
Now many would consider me very weird
But it is in fact I, who learns the most alone…

Being alone in solitude
Isn't wrong nor is it bad for you
We need to be alone
Because we don't know ourselves…
We deserve to live in solitude
Until we are reborn again
And when that day in fact comes
Then you'll see the world change for good…

Now there is a choice to be made
But it doesn't seem like it’s the right moment
Are we all ready to change our lives?
To tell the truth, I don't think so
Everyday it is the same exact thing
People harming and fighting each other
Now is humanity ready to be free?
To tell the truth, I don't think so
Now many would consider me very weird
But it is in fact I, who realizes the most alone…

We deserve eternal solitude
For we're all a danger to everything living
And we must stay this way
Until we all know the truth…
We deserve nothing but solitude
Until we realize that we're full of deceit and malice
And that goes for everyone
That is called a human being…

Now many would consider me very weird
But it is in fact I, who knows the most alone…

Being alone in solitude
Isn't wrong nor is it bad for you
We need to be alone
Because we don't know ourselves…
We deserve to live in solitude
Until we are reborn again
And when that day in fact comes
Then you'll see the world change for good…


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As I Sit With Darkness

	As I sit here, not knowing what I fear most, myself or life.

	As I sit here not knowing if I'll ever be a normal person.

	As I sit here knowing people love me, but wanting to love them, but I 
	can't, because I can't even love myself.

	As I sit here knowing my love ones are suffering, because I'm 
suffering.

	As I sit here wishing I could be strong enough to over power what I 
	know is wrong and do right.

	As I sit here knowing that my name will be just a memory to people 
that 	know me and always think about the bad things I've done.

	As I sit here seeing darkness in everything I see.

	As I sit here not knowing if I see the world for what it really is or just
another miss guided person written off.

	As I sit here not knowing if my mind is just sick or just knows the truth.

	As I sit here I know that I sacrifice the happiness of loved ones for my 
thoughts.

	As I sit here I know I'm strong in one aspect. I will sit in darkness till 
it's my day to know the answers.

	As I sit here I'm sorry for my thoughts.


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Last Grave On The Left

At peace, of life bereft
in the last grave on the left
where wilting weed and musty bloom
cloud the legend on the tomb.
Words in chiselled grey
bear false witness every day;
acid rain a solemn screen
when every night was Halloween.
Thunderous drums roll near,
lightning jagged, forked and clear;
marching men and daily bread
echo sacrosanct and dead.
In plywood boxes my friends sleep
out of mind and buried deep;
pray for me throughout the fall,
the one who never sleeps at all…


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NO WHERS CHILD

She doesn’t belong here and she doesn’t belong there.
She really doesn’t belong anywhere.
She has no dad but that’s neither bad nor sad.
He did not want a daughter and he really didn’t want to be a father.

People heard her cries up until his last good byes.
He caused a girl to die
And a young lady to try to make a place in this world,
But she wishes looking in the mirror at a child’s face
That she could disappear without a trace.

She has a cold heart with an untold sole tarring her apart.
She’s not a child nor woman,
But between worlds caged with an unforgotten rage of hiding in a closet from a fear so undoubtedly clear.

Every time she hears her brother’s cries she tries to understand the smack of his hand.
She wants to be a bird that would fly away
Or maybe if she’s good she will die and god will take her like she would always pray.

She goes astray to starve herself hoping the good lord will make his play instead of making her stay.
She has no fears because she was washed in god’s tears.
He hears her cry and holds out his hand so she can take a stand.
He is all she has to believe in when she grieves.
The pain follows him as he blesses the road she chose.

The children laugh and mock,
But it’s his word she will always talk.
She so desperately wants to belong
But every place seems so wrong.
She longs to be in heaven where she feels safe
And where god deals with all her tears he hears.

With what this entire world has pilled
No matter where she goes
She will always be a nowhere’s child.


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Poetic License

There is a force outside this walls
trying to penetrate the security.
Things kept crashing round us.
In love you were sheltered,                                                                                                
but now you color it hostility.
Your embracing the things
that take you away from us,
But you color them saviors.
We were encircled with words
Of loving-kindness as a support,
But you now color it bondage and chains.
With what vision do you
Contort the foundation,
Of our very make up?
We must see through different eyes.


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MANY JUST LIVE MEANINGLESS LIVES...

Many just live meaningless lives...
not caring a bit for others,
and devine goodness 
is not found in them; and when they''die:
nobody will remember them...mourn or cry!

While I'm living,I'll make sure:
I will love and be loved by others,
and my kindness will flow like a rich river...
until it finds the widest ocean!
I will resist to be tempted by iniquity,
and put a stronghold between me and lechery,
because it caused me much grief before...
and tried to destroy me along with my mission!

Many just live meaningless lives...
wasting them away, worrying about the world's cares;
retaining old habits...treading a path:
trampling, instead of walking upright!
Many just live meaningless lives,
living in fear...daunted by perils,
because they don't live by faith,
but by any means of contempt and unrighteousness!

If thoughts and greedy ways 
are meant to please others,
not giving you perfect choices, 
take them out of your actions...
look up and believe you can change everything
for the sake of salvation,which is free and fulfilling!
 
Many just live meaningless lives,
and wait for good luck to bring them riches;
what's missing in their worthless lives
can't be replaced by them,
but by a spiritual transformation... 
as shrewd as intuition!   


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I Will Die Alone

Everybody's dieing,
I can see the bodies falling around me,
crashing down like dead trees,
white faces and cold hands,
touching me lightly,
then landing on the cold hard ground.

This life's dark,
like a big dark room,
there is no life,
because all I see, feel, and hear is death,
striking down the world with his violent hands.

He kills them all,
untill I'm the only one left,
one by one he takes them,
leaving me on this dark earth alone.

Save me lord,
save me,
nevermind, you can't.

I'm going to die,
I will die alone.


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Fog of My Heart

I ran away from people just to be alone,
Simply because of the hate I'd been shown.

Trying so hard to hide my heart, my hurt, and my pain,
This only caused my heart to be surround by fog and rain.

I didn't care, I only wanted to hide my heart away,
From all the people who'd steal it, only for a day.

Until I realized it wasn't people who were this way,
It was me, and I found I really had nothing left to say.

Finally I let my heart out just for it take a brief jog,
And I told it to stop when you touched it through the fog.

So I asked you why feeling is bleeding,
Also why is it that bleeding is believing.

There you left me bleeding, believing, and crawling on the floor,
Wondering what every single person has to be so deceitful for.

And now I am bleeding, and broken, and torn all apart,
Because you went and shot me through the fog of my heart.


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Love, I Hate You

Love, I hate you, 
Not ‘cos you’re ugly.

Love, I hate you, 
Not ‘cos you don’t love me.

Love, I hate you,
‘Cos of your great love to me.

Love, I hate you, ‘cos of it; 
A listener, you don’t want to be.
.
You heeded not what I said, 
Even thou, I beg you, to “back off!”

“Now, Look!
You see… what we’ve done!?”

A soul is in grieve, 
‘Cos of us.

With your love, 
My soul cries, too.

Love, I hate you, 
For intoxicating me, with your potion.

Thou, you know…
I am a married man.



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SORRY

I try to give you everything and make you happy
Why cant things be the way they used to be
Like when we first met you were full of joy and laughter
I loved you so much apparently I'm not the one you were after
I'm sorry
I fell in love with a person who doesn't want me 
Why cant things be the way they used to be
I'm sorry
I stay away and visit once in awhile
When I'm there you tell me you miss me 
And you're happy happy to see me
I'm sorry
Then you leave me empty and full of agony
Left to suffer with so much pain
I wanted to slit my wrists  and let it fall like rain
 Draining all the hurt and pain away
I'm sorry
Instead I shut my feeling off and kept everything bottled up inside
Not daring to show people the things i hide
This is how i get treated for loving you 
Someday your time will come maybe it already has
And that's your excuse for not loving anyone 
I'm sorry
So you go through life not caring about anyone but yourself
Building your own personal prison going through hell
Open up and love someone
Everyone needs someone even if its not me
I'm sorry
You shut me out and your feelings go away
I'm left here with so much pain
You made me experience what you have been through
Tearing myself apart
Shutting people out not knowing what to do
It was killing me without a doubt 
Now i know what this is all about
I'm sorry
I was left so many years shattered
My heart was torn ripped and tattered  
Like a piece of china that was left unnoticed till it mattered
I'm sorry
 Well i will find some one who loves me back
She wil tare down my wall no turning back
I will love her and she will love me
I'm sorry
I'm happier than iv ever been she will make me whole
Loving you was not that bad of a toll
You made me shut people out
Waiting for what seemed like eternity 
Till i will finnd true happiness my destiny
I will ask her one day to marry me
I'm sorry
It still hurts me to see you living in the dark
Like a lost child wandering around lost in the park
Searching for your own happiness sorry it wasn't me
This is how it was meant to be
I'm sorry
One day i know you will find happiness
When you find it you will know what to do
Just don't abuse it hold on caress it and don't let go
If you have feelings for someone let it show
Don't hold it in and he wont let go
I'm sorry
I feel bad for not being able to do more for you
Because I have experienced what you are still going through
But one day it will  be OK stop being selfish and it will go away


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Sorrow Declining A Healing

Sponge socks, for walking on your eggshells quietly
whether they're robin's egg blue in the rain
speckled and peppered with bundles of pain
or whether they're white like innocence bleached
by the sun, on the beach in a driftwood dry nest

Poppy petals, for covering over your eyelids of tears
whether they're brimming for long lost romance
or promises pandered or fleeting of chance
sealing them up with a sensory stance
by the red, under velvet with sweet pollen dust

Creamed milk, for soaking your burning lips in
whether the sun dried their wishes in mist
caught up in the dew and dispersed in a kiss
or whether you burnt them by cease and desist
of the fire you riddled and rolled off your tongue.

Cupped hands, to cover your delicate ears in their hearing
whether you're straining and leaning for truth
or freezing your ear drums on bowls of dispute
or whether you hear only lies from your youth
by the gut of your slain self-esteem 

All of these things make you quite the high maintenance
whether it's eggshells and glue in the wind
or petals in nitrogen tears on the mend
or souring cream or my palm's condescend
while I tire and endlessly string back your hair
with a sorrow declining a healing.


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Teach Me How To Love

I was born beautiful
But…deformed by men
Lead me the way… 
To humanity


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Goodbye

Her breathing was so even and calm,

Sleeping in that bed,

Her face once distorted with so much pain,

Now seems so soft and painless,

Looking closer to her face,

I think she’s kind of smiling,

Maybe she’s dreaming of when she was well,

Or maybe she’s dreaming of me, I can’t tell.

 

I remember summer evenings; we’d sit in the grass,

She’d tell me stories that I had never heard,

About people and places from the past,

She even shared her dreams with me,

And swore me never to tell,

That one day she would fly away,

And get out of what she called hell.

 

She never liked the place that we called home,

Always saying there was so much more,

But where I never saw, and always failed to ask,

I think she thought she wouldn’t have been sick,

If she hadn’t lived there,

But I know she would still be, 

No matter where she did dwell.

 

Sometimes I would feel sad,

Because I know my time with her would end,

That one day she would be so sick,

She wouldn’t get back out of bed,

I feel this time has come,

 

She’s been in bed a long time now,

Her skin has lost its tan,

She’s so white and fragile now,

I’m afraid I’ll break her if I touch her,

I was told even though she sleeps, she can still hear me,

So I tell her lots of tales,

And all my darkest secrets,

I swore her never to tell,

That I wish that she were well,

 

Lately everyone around has been so sad,

So many tears- I don’t understand,

Is she finally going away?

From this place that she called hell?

Is she finally going to be free from pain,

And actually fly away?

 

I’ll guess she may have already,

Maybe that’s why she smiled,

Maybe in her dreams,

She’s flying high in the sky,

 

Sleep now,

And I will do the same,

I know that when I open my eyes,

Yours won’t because your time has finally came.

 

I’ll miss you forever.


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Again

How'd I let this happen again
How stupid can I be
I should of seen it coming
This always happens to me
I tried not to care about you
I had learned that much from the past
But this time I couldn't help it
My feelings were growing so fast
At first I kept my feelings in
Thinking they would just go away
But as hard as I tried to convince myself
I knew they weren't going away
I contemplated telling you or not
I thought about it for weeks
I finally decided to let you know
I shouldn't of been so weak
What was I thinking
Telling you all that
I guess hoping you'd feel the same
Now I wish I could take it all back
But what good would that do
It wouldn't change a thing
I'd still be in love with the perfect guy
Who only wanted a short fling
You were everything I ever wanted
You were beautiful inside and out
To think I was ready to give you my whole heart
I thought you were it, I had no doubt
But to my surprise 
You were just like the rest
You played me and used me 
And you didn't care less


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Rape

In my mind this horror remains in my remembrance.
That awful, dreadful day, that man took my innocence.
I was just barely 15 yrs. old.
Not the cocky type,and I never wore provocative clothes.
What was suppose to be a quick errand to the store.
Ended up being my worse nightmare and so much more.
In this dark place, the air was stale and cold.
Helpless, defenseless, is what I felt as my naked body was exposed.
Guilt, shame, and anger are the emotions that arose.
What seemed like eternity, left the pillow soaked with tears.
Crucifixion of scars were imprinted on my heart and soul for years.
I remember getting in the shower, trying to scrub away all  the pain I felt.
Hugging my pillow and praying, as I wept.
School, Family, and Friends, are the things I began to neglect.
My mother was clueless, she questioned what was making me so upset.
It was my secret, his secret, that I couldn't forget.
It was that one night, that one thing that had me trapped in regret.
After I drunk liquor repeatedly, and gave marijuana a try.
My hurt turned into depression, and I attempted suicide.
One day when skeletons in my closet were too many to hide.
Wanting to confess the dark secret I kept inside.
I had a conversation with God, and he helped me realize......
All over the world there are women just like me.
Bound by silence, and overtaken by life's tragedies.
The answer is to talk, so that others can overcome by our testamonies.
Everyday I pray that God allow all victims mind to escape.
The day they endured, I endured, physical, mental, emotional.....Rape

Copyright 2006 Tyettea Singletary


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Run & Hide

I won't leave a letter, no nothing at all,
I wont be around when you let out your call,
I can't believe how bad you've treated me so long,
So now I will run and hide to prove you were wrong.

What can you want from me that you didn't already take,
If I could have realized from the start that you were fake,
Perhaps there would be enough of me to consider myself whole,
So much you took, I'm running away and I can still feel the pull.

Yes I couldn't seem to recognize,
When I took a look into your eyes,
All the deceit that I could see,
Coldly staring right back at me.

So I guess it's going to have to hurt,
Yeah I guess I'm going to have to cry,
You know I can't possibly do this alone,
Yet you didn't care and had to say goodbye.

Looking back you gave it all away,
And somehow you can blame me today,
Some wounds time will never erase,
So I throw away what I can't replace.

Now I will run and hide until memories fade away,
I look eagerly forward to when we end this fray,
And I will leave behind a love that was so strong,
Lying and saying I never cared for you all along.


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Lost In Space

I wander alone and feel shame, 
The empty Broadway calls, 
In the dirty neon streets 
Desolation descends, befalls.

I ponder alone and her name 
Rabbit punches in my head, 
That she writhes in cuckold sheets 
With someone else instead.

Nothing is ever the same, 
Drink and think the worst, 
A temporal pulse it beats 
In rhythm and tempo cursed.

I wander lost and grow lame 
In spaces yawning wide, 
Memory loops and repeats 
Tormenting deep inside.

Still, I can manage to claim 
I mastered her abyss, 
Plucked victories out of defeats 
And know now what she is.

In winning he lost the game, 
For I took her easy as pie, 
He belongs to the queen of cheats 
Until he may wise-up and die.

Until then I will remain
Waiting for justice to own
The turning tide she meets
When she reaps everything she has sown.


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Make It Go Away

Can I kill the pain today?
Just make it all go away?
Can I breathe again today?
Just make it all seem so far away?
Yesterday is over
The past is dead
Why is it so hard to get that through my head?
All the sleepless nights spent thinking about you,
and how you made me smile
All the sleepless nights spent wishing
that you could have stayed for just awhile


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You've sealed your fate

Never to be trusted
Never to be loved
Never means never 
Enough is enough 

How many times where you warned before?
How many times did they threaten to lock the door?
Stereotypical black locked up in the system 
Lack of common sense and absolutely no wisdom

Caught up in the game and because of your pride 
You fail to see the hurt, pain and shame you see inside 
Your colour sees you as a typical disgrace 
What are you goanna to do?

Your future you can’t even begin to contemplate 
What’s done is done you sealed you fate 



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I Hate You Cancer

Dedicated to my Dad who lost his short battle w/ Colon Cancer on June 18,2013

I hate you Cancer
Your vile evil and cruel
You don't care who you hurt
I'll never forget that day
I'll always hate you for it

Your heartless Cancer
You took someone important from me
Someone important from others too
Took people who didn't belong to you
I hate you for it

You disgust me Cancer
You had no right to take him from me
He mattered more than my very own life
I hate you for taking my Daddy
I hate you for taking others too

I hate you with a passion Cancer
You took part of my heart with him
You took part of my soul that day too
I hate you for it
I hate you I hate you I hate you

I hate you with every fiber of my being 
Go back to Hell where you belong
I hate you, others hate you
Your not welcome or wanted here Cancer

I hate you more than his doctor's
I hate you more than God
I hope I get to witness that day
Witness the day you fall
And you will fall Cancer

You're gonna lose the battle one day Cancer
I'm gonna laugh and dance around your grave
You'll finally get what you deserve 
And you'll never be able to take another soul


Sabrina Niday Hansel


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The Hospital Fairyland

THE HOSPITAL FAIRYLAND

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


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Let Him Go

This poem I wrote. I call it " Let Him Go "

Sweetheart don't cry
Don't let him make you feel like your nothing
You do have family even though we are not close by
I know your heart is crushing
Don't harp on the past
Don't let him play with your head
You need to get over him fast
His feelings for you are dead
Over 2 years and you still don't have a ring
Your not the one he calls his wifey to be no more
Take a seat and listen up girl here is the thing
He's playing with your feelings and using you like a two dollar whore
I know you were smart once and can be again
He has you so brain washed it's not funny
I know hearing all this is a strain
Think of the example your setting for you little ones honey
Hold your head high and walk away from that loser mama's boy 
Show him that your the one that is too good for his sorry ass
Hell he's such a mama's boy you can find better pleasure in a toy
Your related to me so come on show your sass 
Let go of the past and look to a new future
Let go of the pain and the control freak
Say bye bye Looser
It will get easier one step at a time week by week......


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C H A O S

Could I not see such ugly drawn out choices.

Hollow I feel such nothing for people it is fear that feeds me.

Alone in this forsaken world with nothing to accept.

Order is such pain that it is nothing but chains.

Souls that bare nothing but lost cause to confusion is such utter mistakes.


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Shunned

Breaking down in the heart and mind.
With all regrets that are truly not kind.
Shocked at people are, so painful to see.
Abused with hated and ecstasy.
Violated and directed with torments
Lost of words or comments.
Hatred gushing out of life long experience.
Reminding yourself to become absence.
Coward and scared to even breathe.
Like the feeling of knives unsheathe.
Sharp but not enough to cut.
Enough to scare like a door that immediately shut.
The hand raised to help you is a lie.
It is a hand that slaps you so you can die.
Rough around the edges.
Crawling in your dreams in ledges.
Powered to stay alive.
You feel people want you to take a dive.
Just stop, and fall down.
Hoping to break your mental crown.
Hiding a feeling that never feels real.
Like shaking hands with demons for a deal.
Blocked out, out of your own story.
Thinking that people are stealing your glory.
Ashamed with fear.
With eyes that are full of tear.
Lost in such hidden romance.
Luck has it seems to be a dance.
Moving around in your head.
With scary thoughts and dread.
Feels like you never leave.
So you feel so many that grieve.
In your mind that is lost.
Full of drama that holds you down in cost.
Keeping in the shadow.
You watch people so shallow.
Gut instinct says that life with them is a muse.
When your just standing your accuse.
Society is just so lame.
Like all the people that are in it your to blame.
Soloing life is a brief.
Walking away is some what a relief.
I dreamed of many things.
With beautiful sorrows of wings.
Wavered in a direction that leads no where.
Escaping everything by a hair.
Pointing into the sky.
And asking yourself why.
The cage is so big.
Just enough to put on a huge rig.
Moving back and fourth.
It feels that your life does not have a worth.
Caned by laws of laughter to deceive.
Shackled up to be bent to your will to receive.
When you hope to hope.
A person can just show you the rope.
They have such friendly hands.
Like the deserts of sands.
Dangerous it is to just keep walking in it.
Lost cannot find your way even a little bit.
Just seem like your heart feels dry.
Then you give up and give a sigh.
That moment that you do is just all a dream.
You are really in a ward you will scream.
Thrust upon you because you could not protect.
So what cost you is this effect.
Warping in to your mind to leave this place.
You feel full of disgrace.
With nothing to drink.
Causing your true self to think.
Grief is such a pain with sorrow to gain.
Looking out in your own rain.




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The Internet: Return

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


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Goodbye Stranger

The person I see today
so different from yesterday
Its like it wasn't you
It's like it wasn't me
Its as if this is all new
what happened in the past
not a soul knew.

Life happened so quickly
life happened so fast
my heart was once attached

Now I see you
but its not you
Its like it was a dream
I woke up and you were not what you seemed.
Am I the only one that dreamed this dream?

Now when I see you
when I look in your eyes,
all I can see is lies.
All that I believed to be true
everything I saw in you.
Such lies you spewed to me
how selfish you could be.
The words you spoke to me,
the experiences we shared,
are moments in time,
now unreachable, lost in the past.

I see you as I walk by,
I don't understand how you ever made me cry.
I now realize our relationship was a lie.
But this one fact,  I can not deny,
I wanted to believe this lie.
I wanted you to be true.
I wanted to start anew.
I look back now,
I should not have chosen you.

I have nothing more to say.
Maybe the words you spoke to me
will haunt you with the memory of me.

Goodbye to the person I once knew..
Goodbye to all the thoughts of you.


Details | Free verse | |

Agree to Disagree

                                               
                                               Mankind's greatest
                                                 accomplishment...
                                                       
                                                      

                                                      is death.


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What Is This Church All About

What Is This Church All About?

Is this church meant for people like me?
Is this where God really wants me to be?

They claim to be filled with God’s spirit.
When it comes to HIS truth...  Can they give it?

I’m sure there’s many who come and attend
It’s more than “church on Sunday,” that we must spend!

We must reach out to the lost and the oppressed!
After all, Christ gave us his very best!

May we all preach the gospel and God’s holiness!
And strive to seek his awesome righteousness!

Living for Jesus must be a daily walk and experience!
Not simply based on our “ambitious self appearance.”

God isn’t interested in a denomination or a title…
He wants to know…  Do we really believe the Bible?

He’s not interested in the money put in the offering plate.
He wants to know; “Are you ready
 to enter heaven’s gate?”

May we strive to serve Jesus with a zeal and passion!
And be filled with his holiness and compassion!

May we serve Jesus from a heart of humbled confession!
And making our commitment to him,
 our #1 possession!

“Unless the Lord builds the house.”  
They labor in vain that build it!
Let’s seek the power of God! 
May his presence completely fill it!!

By Jim Pemberton    


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This Aint Real

Your face, 
Made a fake smile, (you said)
I love you,
I need you,
I want you just for a while,
You told me,
That I made you smile,
All the things you said to me,
Are just words now,
How can we love,
When you love me for yourself,
(This Aint Love)

Chorus: 2x
What are we doin,
If this love ain't real,
What is this feeling,
That I feel,

I'm broken in emotion,
I'm broken in love, (you said)
I need you,
I want you
You're the only one,
I'm thinkin of, (so tell me)
How can we love, 
When there's always someone else,
(This Aint Love)

Chorus 2x
Bridge:
How can we love,
When there's always someone else,
How can we make up,
When you only love me for yourself,

verse #3:
You got me imprisoned, 
Inside your heart,
When kissed
I felt, Like we,
Would never be apart,
chorus 2x

 


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To The PE Teacher

I'm over it
I'm giving up
I don't have to do it
Yet you force me to like I'm a chump
I avoid it like an illness
You let it go
But today is the day
You took it no more
You didn't yell
Yet you exchanged insults
You hurt my feelings
That was the result
You called me a girl
You called me a clown
And if this keeps up
You're going down
Can't you see
I don't like PE
I'm not being rebel
But you scare me into anxitey
Just leave me alone
You treat me like a drone
You're not getting forgiveness
But you can get off my blacklist
If you cease and desist


Details | Elegy | |

A Farewell To The Travelers

A Farewell To The Travelers (On The Bhoja Airlines Plane Crash)
 
With pace does darkness conquer light,
when mounts the sun the dying toll,
spied an aura grim my wistful sight,
for had poisoned all, a single bowl;
captive of death as it life betrayed,
the awakened --to the resting prayed,
"Oh! Farewell the mornings vanished pole".
 
Life comes with such a temporal mien,
has it plucked the wings of future how,
though pillows of respite --I had seen,
but these feathers do no sleep allow;
do fly swift! The binders of this cause,
your pause of age, is our ageless pause--
"So, farewell the birds of heavens now".
 
But, soul a machine that does not cease,
yet it fools us from our time of birth;
pass on, move towards the restful peace,
but, secluded stays its pensive worth;
Until the day, we shall meet again
at some wondrous unknown valley then.
"Ah! Farewell the travelers of this earth".
 
R.N.Khan, © 2012


Details | Haiku | |

The suicide note

In his suicide note
My poverty is to blame
No one else, he wrote


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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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Thoughts That Grow Louder

With a whispered thought comes a dream
To be above the shame and guilt
Of losing pride in what would seem,
To most, the whole of what we built.

With a quiet thought comes the fear,
And shadows close the doors of reason.
I see racing frames of pictures clear, 
Rendering unbearable deeds of treason.

With that clear thought, I stand corrected-
So much love has come and gone,
But I, alone, must stay connected 
To what I know and where I belong.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

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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Reflections: Midlife Crisis

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


Details | I do not know? | |

I'm Sorry For Being So Cold

My words may feel so cold,
Yet this feeling of falling and 
Then trying to be so loving
Eventually misleads me to 
Feeling like she or myself 
Is gradually shoving my feelings 
Through an invisible door.

It's all so not worth 
Letting this sorrow corner me in,
My mind is wondering if I'm truly fine with
Having no one special in my own current life.

My reasons for trying to 
Move onwards from there
Were nothing but idealized dreams
Turning into unpleasant realities. 

Who knew that a few days 
After those euphoric moments
I would be realizing that 
The strings of my heart were pulled
By desires so unnecessary for healing 
My own inner strife.

My words may have been so cold,
But it's only because this sorrow I go through
Will always continue beyond tomorrow.

You don't deserve being 
My eternal object of depression,
Yet you are also even taking it 
All too simply to be the object
Of my true love and affection.

My feelings from loving you 
Were absolutely true,
But I now see I was so wrong 
In believing in my own naïve thoughts.
So fleeting was the beautiful 
Rendering of my soul,
Except that no one knew then 
That it was only a game of pretend.

Wanting my first kiss returned, 
Yet again I guess first can mean the worst,
So I guess I'll find someone 
Who will become my second best.
After telling you I can't love you anymore, 
I now feel as if I can finally rest.

My words were only so cold,
Because something in the depths of my heart
Was calling out to be heard.

In the end though I have released myself
From the bittersweet feelings I gained from 
My voice and feelings that once were forsaken.
I'm sorry for being so cold.


Details | Didactic | |

Advice for a New Sex Slave

Every night is the same here
As the night before
They make us drink a couple beers
Then men come in the doors
And have their choice of whores

We’re supposed to flirt and smile
Encourage their attentions to us
But when you’ve done this a while
It’s hard to sell them lust
When all you feel is disgust

If you resist, they’ll drug you
And sell you anyway
You’ll wake up broken and bruised
And sore between your legs
(Or worse, if they have sick tastes)

So try to find the nicest perv
And take him to your bed
Don’t count on those pimping jerks
To help; help yourself instead 
And choose the best prospect  -

The answer is in their eyes
Soft or warm eyes are best
If they give you chills say bye
And move on to the next set
Before their appetite’s whet

If you can’t get away
Don’t let them see your dread
Above all, don’t grovel or pray
Or even play dead (think pummeled head) -
That’s how their power is fed

Just imagine they’re someone else
Like a lover from long ago
It’s easier to take the abuse and dwell
On happiness you used to know
And keep that horseshoe of hope

If you lose hope or die, they win
So don’t make it easy for them
Pick the best guy and give him a “grin” -
It’s the only control you’ll ever get 
In a rape contest


Revised 3/6/12


Details | Ballade | |

The fear of life

The fear of life.

For nine months in warm sweet world
I float there peacefully
Then cast into that birth canal
It kind of frightens me
I feel I’m suffocating
And I don’t know what it is
Too soon I enter crazy world
Far from the gardens bliss.

As light comes shining everywhere
The panic settles in
This world is filled with action
And so much awful din
I feel like I’m in trouble
Yet there’s naught that I can do
It seems this place is crazy
That I’ve been cast into.

Then as I grow from babyhood
And listen to the lies
That all these madmen tell me
Cause they’re not very wise
It seems that something’s wrong with me
My life it feels off key
So the only question on my mind
Is ‘What is wrong with me???’


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The Autumn Affect

There's something unspecific about the autumn nights
A certain shade of color that uplifts my inner child's eyes
Beside a cashmere moon Venus and Jupiter shine bright
Complimented by a sea of blinking infinite twilight
The scent of burning oak lingers in the air from home made fires
Reminiscent of a time when this man was just a child
Careless and so free to dream and any dream to live
Like feathers floating across a field carried by the wind
As a gentle breeze blows through the leaves shivering delightful gloom
Unlike flowers of springtime the disheveled autumn vibrance bloom
Leaves crackle beneath my feet along the skeleton tree path
Where I try to find my peace or a song to make me laugh
The air is so much crisper and also soothing when I breathe it in
Underneath a starry sky and brighter constellations of Heaven
Amidst the trail I pass a lovely couple holding hands
While their children run aside frolicking in a playful dance
An old man and his wife admire the view from a wooden bench 
With smiles on their face as if nostalgia is still their closest friend
Its these specific autumn affects that bring me sorrows and joy
Reminding me of all theses things Ive wanted as a man since I was a little boy 
Its times like these that I wish I wasn't always so alone
Because I would light an fire with my family and call it home


Details | Elegy | |

Where are you

You flourished and blurred
like a spark on wind

Gracefully and quickly like a frightened hind
in pursuit of light

You harvested through bushy meadows
taken by blight

In struggle with plight
had you lost your might

And gave out
although never you gave up.

Where are you?
For you must be still there.

For I still can feel you
somewhere in the air.


Details | Rhyme | |

We Miss You Uncle Herman


When we think of our friend Herman Weeks.
We think of a person very gracious and sweet!

He was always a pleasure to be around!
And brought laughter to his side of town!

From everyone that’s had a chance to meet him.
He was special!  We’ll never forget him!

He was very humble, gracious and kind!
People like him are special!  And hard to find!

We knew from the day that he met Snow.
She helped to make his empty life whole!

The creations and many things he made.
Were wonderful works of his hands displayed!

His service to the country and fellow man.
Is a beautiful gift that few understand!

Over the years, he’s brought joy to our hearts!
We’ve all loved him from the very start!

Thank you Lord! For blessing us from above.
For Herman and his heart filled with love.

We know now he’s in a better place.
Filled with God’s presence and his grace.

Our lives have been blessed to have him with us!
We’ll miss him!  He sure has blessed us!

To Herman we give our hearts filled with cheer!
We love you very much and wish you were here!

By Jim Pemberton
















Details | I do not know? | |

A Material Christmas

It's Christmas! Christmas!
That time of year
When people are filled...
With holiday cheer?

Yeah right. . .
I really do wish it were true
But people are people
Through and through

It's not about happiness anymore
Or in respect to what matters.
In reality it concerns what you get
And the food that is piled on the platters.

What has happened to the world of today?
Where is the 'loving and giving...'?
Now it is all just me, me, me.
Is this a nightmare? Or are we actually living.  

Yep we might have a lot of things
Hang on! Let's add some more
It isn't the family that I'm expecting
But the postman knocking at the door.

When the topic turns to Christmas cheer
Lets go stuff our faces...
Break out all that lovely beer!
Chuck away those graces!

But... Suddenly the month is over
There go all the gifts you gave
Your debt payments crawl closer and closer
And you become a material slave.






Details | Haiku | |

A Sister's Love

A sister should see
the atrocities
and help attain sanity


Details | Lyric | |

Holding on to yesterday with no hope for tomorrow

Yesterday some things happened that were not so pleasant to talk about. My 
dreams were 
shattered as if I had never dreamed, my children grew up so fast and the 
laughter became 
silent.

My loved ones died, I cried, and cried out without hope, friends used and 
deceived me 
one by one. struggling to pay rent barely making ends meet.

Never looking ahead wrapped up in my past, wondering how long this madness 
would last. 
stuck in a time zone feeling lost and all alone, Knowing somehow if I did'nt wake 
up I 
would soon be gone.

Not trying to make any changes, blaming everyone in sight, not moving ahead 
walking 
around feeling as though I were dead.

I was holding on to yesterday with no hope for tomorrow, bringing my own self 
down in 
the valley drowning in my own sorrows.

So now when I glance back at yesterday I will always remember, if I continue to 
hold on 
to yesterday, I will have no hope for tomorrow.


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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 | Ballad | |

ALL SHE WILL BE NEEDING

She smells of stale garbage and wine
Her boots all worn and tattered
Stern-faced and stony eyes
Dressed in a tired ol' mink
She shivers as she takes a rest
From pushing her metal cart
Squeaking and overflowing with
Items reflecting her life
She had been warned twice to move
The choice was not hers to make

Today, like all the others
She will walk ten blocks or so
In hope to find a warmer place
To lay down for the night
Just a corner to rest
Is all she will be needing
She knows this will be over soon
The pain gets worse each day
Yet, her hopes live on for one more day
Her deliverance is on its way!
~*~


*"HOMELESSNESS"


Details | Bio | |

Wizard --- A Blessed New Year

As I watch this old year slipping into the new year...
I pause to reflect.
I can not deny my feelings of being on the edge
emotionally.
But, I will not dwell on the hurt I felt as my voice 
was muffled for some time.
Their plans were foiled as they tried to remove me
from their world.
The new year finds me with my coverlet draped over 
me as my head rises from my pillow.
As I wake my eyes see a bright new year surrounded
by the love of family and friends.


Entry For: Andrea's "Word Wizard' Challenge
Judged By: Andrea Dietrich & Susan Burch
9th Place Winner 12/21/2011

As asked for these are the words I used for the challenge

draped/slipping/pause/edge/muffled/foiled/wake/deny/dwell/pillow


Details | Senryu | |

The Subtle Knife

Beg for sadness, end
Fighting, a castrated peace
Open cuts, betray

©Drake J. Eszes

"Fighting for peace is like screwing for virginity." -Carlin


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Things Change - Her Story

I went to the park anyway that day, knowing he would not come.

We had only met a few days ago but the connection was fast and strong.  We had dinner together the past three nights and talked late into the next morning.  Holding hands; sharing a kiss; and telling our life story to one another.

Today, we would take the next step.  I knew it.  He knew it.

The plans were that he would take the afternoon off – and the remainder of the week.  We were to share a picnic lunch in Central Park and then drive up to Kennebunkport for the next few days.  We had reserved only one room at the Bed and Breakfast we found in a regional traveling book.

It was a beautiful late summer morning.  The sun was already bright.  The skies were blue and clear.

I was so anxious to make the picnic lunch perfect that I started shopping for the ingredients as soon as the markets opened that morning.

I rode the subway to my favorite wine store with a smile pasted on my face.  I walked to the deli from there with a dance in my step.  I was so happy that I felt like I could fly.

Yes, I thought … I could fly.  Fly like the birds.  Fly across the big, beautiful, blue sky.  Fly.  Just like that low flying plane that passed over my head … minutes before my world; his world; our world – changed forever.

I knew he worked on the 104th floor.  That was a part of his life’s story he had shared with me two nights ago.

The city was both full of chaos and commotion and yet, ominously quiet and solemn.  

Motion everywhere.  People walking; running; standing still in shock.  People crying; gasping; talking to themselves; and, stunned into silence.  Cars all going in one direction – away from Downtown.

Although I didn’t know – I knew.

I went to the park anyway that day, knowing he would not come.

I laid out the blanket.  Spread out the food.  Opened the bottle of wine.

People hurried past me, looking at me look I was a fool.  Some asked me if I didn’t know what was happening.  I knew.  I knew.

I still have not been to Kennebunkport.  


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A Lesson Learned

You all asked for my help I did everything in my power for you Now you have turned your back on me Used for your gain now you rid yourself of me I will not judge you, I leave that to the higher power


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Be The Man

So much yelling all around me. How much more can I take?
I can act like nothing's wrong, but then my actions are fake.

I always try to be the man and just look the other way.
Their's no one to turn to, so I kneel down and pray.

Thank the lord for the good things and the strength for the bad.
Thank the lord for my blessings and all the good times I've had.

All my worries then stop. Long enough just to see...
Stop worrying about other lives, and start thinking about me.

So, I lift up my head. Wipe the tears from my eyes.
Hope to forget all the screams and try to look past the lies.

Dress up my best. It's time to show em, I can.
No more drama. No more games. This time I'll be the man.


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Pro Choice Without a voice

My seed, I must admit I never even once wanted
Sitting unreallisticaly, at a doctors office
Waiting for my name to be called and to terminate this


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My Hidden Fear

People are my weakness and hidden fear
I just feel that some words they say set me in tear
For example I gave a person a smile one day and they gave me a glare
I did not know that smiling in the world today cause people to stare
These types of stare gave me chills down my spine a feeling that made me blind
Why? why is my weakness the people who are very unkind
Hiding is all I can do when people give me a unkind view
I get to a point that my fear seems to wonder and stew
People are who they are and what should I even do
I don't understand that they are evil and some times nice too
My hidden fear are people just because they are always around
That is no argument and my feeling are perfectly sound
The hate builds up in my mind, but does not bother, how my heart feel
I learned to undergo a change that my feelings become like steel
Hard as it should be in situations needed I forget how to use it
So it becomes my weapon and it is to some people heartless just a bit
My hidden fear is what I see in people today
They harm others and they think it is okay
That is why I fear my feelings for others at times because it is so confusing
My hidden fear is some what bad and some what a blessing


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A Soul Awakened

The warm light calls me
And all the people who cries for thee
I raise my hand in this abyss
Only to make one wish
To float among the others
With all my sisters and brothers
I call out for forgiveness with passion
I take their pain into myself for this occasion
The moment that I see the sky
I will not look back and cry
My body is laying still
People standing by it with a chill
The air gets dense with sadness
I would not think of it less
Some people look up and down
To see the light hit the ground
Some can vision the uplifting feeling they see
One soul that has been and always be
It is special to notice such aberration 
And that might be how souls are awaken


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Living A Lifestyle That the Bible Forbids

Living A Lifestyle That the Bible Forbids…

I know of someone living a lifestyle that the Bible forbids.
He told me; “how dare anyone tell me how I should live!”

He added; “what I do is no one else’s business but my own.”
“No one can ever tell me what I do in my home!”

When given scripture that clearly forbids what he’s doing…
It’s the backward kind of life… That he’s choosing!

He claims Jesus is his lord, in spite of his moral depravity.
It’s like he has, in his body, an “infected cavity.”

God gave to us his word, with his holy instructions!
If we don’t obey, it’ll lead to our spiritual destruction!

It doesn’t matter if 10,000 churches say that it’s o.k. to do!
God requires a righteous and holy way of living, for me and YOU!

There are choices we all have, that are to be made!
Are you going to be victorious in Christ?  Or sin’s slave???

Have you thought about living for Jesus?  And what it cost?
If we’re not sacrificing our lives for him, we’re forever lost!

If you’re one who’s caught up into a life filled with perversion…
May I introduce you to the blood of Jesus?  And a righteous conversion?

God gave to each of us, HIS rules and commandments to live by!
It’s either God’s rules, or man’s, that you’ll either live or die by!

Won’t you choose a life that God has chosen to give you?
He created mankind!  It’s no secret how much he loves you!

The opportunity is here!  It may never come again!
Won’t you let the power of Jesus break the bondage of sin?

Jesus can set you free!   Won’t you let him help you?
He’s patiently waiting…   Just because he wants to!

By Jim Pemberton   10/07/13


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Solitude: To Yoda, An Ode

Green bark a prism creates,
Feel the pull of earth, you must.

Rotates, a slime of endless hates,
Can hold me not, this world’s crust.

Friendship’s ties, isolation Deflates,
Succumbs, my spaceship, to bitter rust.

Mist, my soul forever permeates,
Lift-off, booms the rocket’s thrust.

My spirit when light returns, elates,
Swamps swell, swallowed hope’s swirling dust.

Trapped, I am, until student from fate
Arrives to learn; Cloud City or bust.


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GROUND ZERO

GROUND ZERO Today as I stand here, With your name engraved not just on stone But in the hearts of millions who thank you For not letting them cry, I feel proud that it was you… We wish you were here, There’s not a day we don’t think of you. There’s not a minute we don’t miss you. But we’re glad you ran into death So that a thousand others could walk into life. It was not your duty, You weren’t meant to be there, But you took it up, Did what you had to do As a citizen of the global world. The little ones will never know What a wonderful person you were. But they’ll always know that You were a hero… How you died for the greater good… Tears, grief, pride, longing - a blend of everything. Its been ten years, ten long years But the memory’s still fresh and cutting. It still hurts to know That you could be here had you stayed back. But you didn’t and that’s made you a hero. You ran straight into it While a thousand others were running away. Your death is history…. Millions died with you But you stand out ‘coz you made your choice. As I stand here, I know that a decade ago, today You were here somewhere, Running into a cloud of dust and ashes Searching for the smallest sign of movement To bring them back to life. Somewhere between the despair and hope You forgot to breathe… I pray every day that History would rewind itself Back to that fateful September morning, Not because I want to hold you back… But because I want to come with you… It would have made a difference. I know it would have… I know you’re with me In my dreams, in my daily life Laughing at my blunders, Guiding me through hardships. My guardian angel… On this September morning, Not exactly the same as before, Here I am telling the world That my twin brother died Saving the victims of 9/11.


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over and over agin

sometimes i talk to myself, 
my mind is racing,
i dont know what to do...
so hard to explain.
depression isn't a stage
or a faze some kids go through
it shatters you...
i saw it all. 
she cried silent in her bed,
blood stains covered her favorite jeans,
her every shirt,
long sleeve ofcourse...
she suffered through it all with few people to call friend
and more to call enemy
even more to say where quite dissappointed....
FAT
her first name in school,
not started by a bully
or a mean rival,
but by her sister, 
and it echoed through her soul,
repeating in her mind... over and over again,
like the ripples of still water
when a pebble is dropped
flash frozen in time
repeating,
over and over again...
It was the first name they gave her,
millions where created over the years,
some unique
some repeating again, just as the first had..
gothic they called her,
emo, fat, ugly....worse things.
but in her mind, things where worse.
everything was repeating,
over and over again,
finally she believed it. 
she asked for help, from everyone
tried to explain to parents she wasnt well,
got called a psycho for asking to see a theripist,
not from a teacher,
not from a class mate,
but from her own father, who wouldn't, couldn't,
believe there could possibly be a thing wrong....
finally, crying, she confessed her bloody secret to a teacher.
rather then giving her time,
she is sent back to class crying her eyes out, as if she wherent going through enough...
she is sent to the principals office a few minutes later, after breaking down in class...
the princlipal says she needs help,
sends her and her dad for a risk evaluation,
her dads crying as she shows him her cuts...
they walk into a hospital room, 
it smells of chemicals and hand sanitizer,
the lady at the desk gives her a smile.
then she goes into a room with a lady,
her cheeks are sunken in and shes wearing way too much makeup,
the girl is gaging on her perfume,
and she looks really intimidating....
her dark brown hair looks dead and flat
even though its a bit wavy, 
and she wears somewhat of a mocking frown.
asks her all these questions,
is mommy beating her?
no
is daddy raping her?
no
is she doing drugs?
not alot
is anyone beating her?
pass...
did anyone molest her? 
pass....
oxcarbezapine, trazadone, citalipran, clinazapam, colonipan,
valium, lithium, more.......
and thats what they gave her,
more... 
some numbed the pain
some brought it out
tearing through her organs,
she became an addict by the time she was fourteen....
over dose after over dose
some for pleasure
some for pain,
gashes on her legs getting deeper,
this time she didnt tell a soul,
not even those she had come to call friends....
wakeup she screamed in her head over and over again
as she dropped weight like it was nothing....
you cant controll it she argued as things became worse. 
at age fourteen she attempted suicide,
she didnt quite succeed.
the medication took away her aappitite....
she liked it
she hated her body
hated herself
felt out of controll
found a new way to cope
as she shoved tooth brush after toothbrush down her throat
to keep her body from nuitrients...
as she whent weeks and weeks spitting food into napkins and making excuses 
I ate at my friends house....
spoken as a whisper
heard like a sentance
echoing in her mind over and over again,
along with that word, all the words,
FAT!!!!!!
ugy, anoying, stupid, fake, worthless, nothing...
one bite she would say
rocking back and forth
craving nothing but food
her body racked with hunger pain
one bite and there she was again
FAT!
over and over and over again
back to a toothbrush
this time she sees blood
she saw her ribs
she saw her bones,
it wasnt good enough,
she almost died, again....
choking on this deep dissappointment in herself,
gaging on everything they where pushing down her throat, 
their words, and their insults, their criticism.... their drugs
all shoved down her throat like candy
and just as she was was trained to do she swallowed despite the bad taste
or the hurt
or the fact that at the rate she was going she would be dead soon...
and you know why? 
because daddy yelled 
and couldnt accept what was happening
not because he wanted to hurt her
but because it hurt him,
and she let him believe,
because she could take the hurt if it meant he didnt have too.
because mommy didnt want to sit in her room all day
smoking weed
doing nothing,
practically having us raise ourselves,
she didnt mean to take anger, or frustration or hurt out on her daughter
she suffered everyday in her solitary confinement,
and from a young age she accepted her bedroom was the cage
 her mother had created for herself.
because sister didnt want to effect her the way she did
she was just frustrated
fed up with the way things where
scared, she needed someone to take her cruelty
and to help heal her pain...
because people in school
who where so cruel
had to have learned from somewhere
and she wasnt going to play into their games,
and they knew she was an easy target
because she would never attack someone so weak
and she accepted her suffering was a sacrafice
to help all these people....
to help her dad,
her mom,
her sister,
every person who was beaten abused or hurt
 and felt so weak at home they wanted to feel strong in the one safe place they had.
because depite the fact she had died inside,
and almost passed away on the out,
it was a saccrafice she was willing to make
so that no one else would have to feel that kind of pain,
and they all inflicted it and broke her down'untill there was nothing left but a shell
of somthing that could have been
and never had the chance
and why? 
because she would take it and wouldnt strike back,
because sometimes "just taking it"
isnt so much about the weakness not to do anything
but about the strangth not to hurt others the way they hurt you...


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Green Grass Of Home

the green grass of home
other pastures desirable
commandments broken


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The Women



The Women



(for the countless women, names unknown, who bore the brunt of Apartheid, and who fought the racist system at great cost to themselves and their families, and for my mother, Zubeida Moolla)



Pregnant, your husband on the run,
your daughter, a child, a few years old,

they hauled you in, these brutish men,
into the bowels of Apartheid's racist hell.



They wanted information, you gave them nothing,
these savage men, who skin happened to be lighter,

and white was right in South Africa back then,

but, you did not cower, you stood resolute,

you, my mother, faced them down, their power,
their 'racial superiority', their taunts, their threats.



You, my mother, would not, could not break,

You stood firm, you stood tall.

You, like the countless mothers did not break, did not fall.



You told me many things, of the pains, the struggles,

the scraping for scraps, the desolation of separation
from your beloved Tasneem and your beloved Azad,

my elder sister and brother, whom I could not grow
up with, your beloved children separated by time, by place,

by monstrous Apartheid, by brutish men,
whose skin just happened to be lighter.



You told me many things, as I grew older,
of the years in exile, of the winters that grew ever colder.

You were a fighter, for a just cause,
like countless other South African women,

you sacrificed much, you suffered the pangs,
of memories that cut into your bone, your marrow,

you resisted a system, an ideology, brutal and callous and narrow.



Yes, you lived to see freedom arrive, yet you suffered still,
a family torn apart, and struggling to rebuild a life,

all the while, nursing a void, that nothing could ever fill.



I salute you, mother, as I salute the nameless mothers,

the countless sisters, daughters, women of this land,
who fought, sacrificing it all for taking a moral stand.



I salute you, my mother, and though you have passed,
your body interred in your beloved South African soil,

you shall remain, within me, an ever-present reminder,

of the cost of freedom, the struggles, the hunger, the toil.


I salute you!



(for the brave women of South Africa, of all colours,
who fought against racial discrimination and Apartheid)






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May God Comfort You During Your Loss

May God Comfort You...


I'm sorry to hear about your loved one passing away.
I know that in heaven, you shall
be with him someday.

Life's adversities are at times hard to explain.
Sometimes, very quickly, 
circumstances can change.

I pray that through your loss, sorrow and pain.
You'll find comfort and joy in Jesus' name.

May his arms of tender
mercy and grace,
bring love to your heart and
a smile on your face.

May God's presence bring an
assurance to your soul,
knowing that God is with you no 
matter where you go.

Through all that's happened,  I pray you will find.
God's wonderful joy, his comfort
and a peace of mind.

On the stormy seas of life, 
with God, you shall prevail.
His promises and love for
you will never, never fail.

By Jim Pemberton 


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THEY HURT ME YOU HURT ME I HURT ME

THEY hurt me when they told me to give up on you
YOU hurt me when the way you acted made it seen as though it were true
I hurt me when I did not believe you would hurt me
I was hurt three times "BUT" it was not the same
Even if I try to turn it around I get.......

           I                           HURT           ME!

                         YOU      HURT          ME!

               THEY              HURT        ME! 


WHETHER I SAY THEY YOU OR I 

I STILL GET 
                                HURT


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Why Do We Preach Tolerance and Love


Tolerance and love is preached…  But,  at what price?
Too often we forget about Jesus’ sacrifice!

His death was because our sin counted against us.
He died on the cross because he truly loves us!

How dare we “cheapen” his work on the cross!
In today’s “political correctness..”  We have lost!

In the love and acceptance, we call it “inclusion.”
This has led many into a serious “confusion.”

Many want the loving side of God.  I can’t blame them!
But those who seek his holiness…  
Can you name them?

God is a God of love.  But he requires holy living too!
This is not a request but a command 
me and you!

If it’s tolerance and love you want…  Look no more!
You’ll be able to find it washed up on sin’s shore!

The people of Israel wanted “free love.” 
 Look what it got them!
Being slaves and captives, is what
 it taught them!

God is a loving God but is also as a consuming fire!
Living a righteous life is what he really desires!

“Without holiness…  No man shall see him.”
That’s why he sent Jesus, to the world beneath him!

Won’t you allow your sins to be totally forgiven?
Only Jesus can change the way
 you’ve been livin’!

He gives eternal life to those who
 diligently seek him!
The choice is yours to repent and receive him!

By Jim Pemberton    


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I Hate Aunt Floe

NOTE: This poem is a humoruos stab at PMS from a mans point of view

I can see your blood boiling
through  the blades I once called eyes,
they were once beautiful  like jewels
now they hurt my deep insides.
cutting at my guts
and like a noose on my  lungs;
your words seek like bullets 
your mouth like sniper guns.
I’m hit with each inaccuracy…
Being killed by words untrue;
and you even got the nerve
to tell me what you think I do.
But let me get mad
and try to plead my case;
then suddenly the world
is a f--ked up place.
You got tears running down…
What the Hell did I do?
We were just sitting and laughing
I could swear that we were cool.
Oh God…
Oh no…;
I should have seen it… 
It’s Aunt Floe…,
This battle can’t be won or reasoned
I think its best I go.
Cause I hate Aunt Floe 
and she hate me too;
she sit and talk sh-t
about the gum I chew. 
The color of my shirt…,
She say my look is a stair;
She say my best has no worth
And she doesn’t stop there.
I didn’t change
I’ve been the same 
these 28 days,
 but now I’m f_ckin A__hole 
Aunt Floe gave me that name.  
She said get out my face 
This aint your home no more,
But I’m more puzzled by 
What was said before.
I love you 
With her glossy eyes 
I knew it was true, 
But horribly sly
You see these words
make me the fool.
The one that’s cruel
That a__hole dude,
That sparked the fuel
To this f__kin feud.
But I swear to God
I didn’t start this sh_t,
Why would I give up my love 
To live my life like in a pit.
 This is horrible sh_t 
Wasted days spent,
On nothing but the worst
I could be bathed in your sent. 
You could be laughing 
While I’m smiling
But Aunt Floe Won’t let this be,
And the only way to make this right
Is hold my tongue  a week.
And that ain’t gone happen 
I’m a person too,
Not soft
But I got feelins
and don’t know what  to do.
Now its been six days
Unbelievable  rage,
She locked herself 
In the room
I call it her cage.
I smell a sent in the air
It wasn’t there before,
Now lookin down the hall
I see an open door.
Is this a trap 
I’ll guess I’ll see,
If I fall for another
 You know that’s dumb ass me.
Curled in the bed 
I think I know that girl,
But where’s the hells Aunt Floe
The one that f__ked my world.
She packed up and gone
Didn’t even say good bye,
Just came wit gang of bullsh_t
And vanished in the sky.
Is that you my dear
Can you please come here,
Listen close and crystal clear…
I hate Aunt Floe
 Next time she here
Make sure I’m stocked
with weed and beer.
I love you punk.  ?


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Conspiracy: Who Killed The Easter Bunny

A crowded table, all suspended in shock 
The sound of the shot dimming to a ‘knock’
Only silence, except for the marching clock
The weapon still smoking; an anonymous glock
WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY?

Loud cries arise from the elongated table,
Jack Frost is shocked, the Tooth Fairy unable
To speak whilst Santa is checking the stable
For clues on the erstwhile maidservant Mable
WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY?

They searched for hours, called in C.S.I,
Panic set in, would the children all cry?
Sandman confirmed the bunny had died
Batman suspected somebody had lied
WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY?

Guests were quizzed, interrogations began
The mystery unfolded when Santa Claus ran,
Grabbing the pies, he tried escaping in a van
But was stopped in his tracks by superman
SANTA KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY!


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Scorn

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THESE ARE THE WORDS THAT HAD TO BE IN THE POEM 

Abomination scorn Affection Passion Yearning
Struggle Attempt Cherish Relationship Flame
Taste Tender Inner soul Bloom Bamboozle

HERE IS MY ON THE SPOT CREATION!..enjoy :)
I was a woman scorn 
Unknowingly  cherished a relationship
where the flame was no longer existent;
where time flew by in the distance and I missed
everything in my life I intended 
because I was accepting a me that depended
on him
I made an attempt to bamboozle the truth
and convince myself that he wasn’t screwing Kim
Ultimately I faked passion and lustfully feigned for affection
since I’d been betrayed
So, I got down on my knees and  I prayed 
I began yearning for knowledge of my Inner soul
I began to taste freedom and feel whole
The healing began and my consciousness rose - fresh bloom
It was no longer a struggle to end an abomination that would 
prove to be a path of doom


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Shantytown

Rising sun out of the east,
Falls on the early morning on Riverside,
A shantytown just yonder of Laiser Hill,
A posh estate under Ngong Hills, 
And there on shanty Riverside,
They wake up like they always do,
It is another day that may brim with trouble,
Still it is another day nonetheless,
And so they hurry along like they always do,
They might earn a dollar or less today,
And just barely feed the little mouths tonight,
But at high noon high the little mouths will wait,
Maybe the noon high will go down easy today,
Let their hungry tongues patiently wait,
Till Mummy, maybe Daddy comes home,
With that dollar or less for tonight, 
If not it will be just like like last night, 
Little tummies grumbling in the night,
Little limbs trembling in the cold,
That is life in shantytown.


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Black widow murderer

Unwittingly sucked in
entangled within lifes cobwebs
poisoned wrapped and saved for later

Until satisfaction for hunger is needed
preyed upon with slow satisfaction and pride
despite the deceit and trickery of enticement

Faced with soulful persecution of honesty
reality and truth to be lost forever
whilst deceitful one is admired

Displayed devouring of specimen
No trial nor retribution, let others fall fate
alas before finished – destiny will strike

Poor black widow will choke
own untimely death from own grip of life
suffocating truths stifled now smothering


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AH,THIS ECONOMIC STRESS...

All kinds of bills are piling up,
collectors keep on calling me...
making their threatening phone calls;
I would like to unplug the telephone wire
and have some peace at night...
but borrowing money is not one of the remedies!


My car insurance is due by the end of the month,
this paycheck only covers some necessities, 
trendy attire and expensive dinners with friends must wait;
God forbid, I do oversleep and I am late...
portion of my earnings is a tremendous loss,
and in deeper waters I'll swim, never reaching shore!


My cell phone is overused and is too invaluable,
it could spare me some headaches on some stranded highway;
I'm thinking of switching to a prepaid one to save me a bundle!
Even my haircut must wait, once a month, not twice;
ah, this economic stress...is really testing my sanity!
What should I do from preventing those embarrassing law suits?


Finally, I called on some friends, whose situation isn't that bad,
they said they'd help me...since I helped them when they needed a hand;
interest free and a long-term loan, and would like to know beforehand:
what I am going to tell those greedy and inconsiderate bastards from my bank?
" Keep your money in the vault, I refuse to borrow it and make you rich;
I have found a better way to improve my financial situation by making you itch! "



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Walking In My Shoes

My name has spread round the neighborhood anytime I slip and commit the slightest miscue. The best news caption to all ears is when the topic centers on my issue. Their deadly words causing much pain as they eat up every tissue. Refusing me all opportunity to redeem myself as all I end up doing is argue. Catching Rebecca red handed, Oh my best friend, even you! knowing how she stabs me at the back despite being attached to her like a glue condemns me beyond redemption and leaves me totally in black and blue. These stories are far from being true and their effects on me make me dysfunctional like a statue When considering the root of this problem I blame myself for giving them the avenue. Already knowing in and out of me, they coin their versions and heavily miscontrue. But this has got to stop! Swallowing this mess, is long overdue. The satisfaction and amusement, they enjoy and accrue is what I must face and ensure they discontinue. No one can be my saviour only but I, can come to my own rescue. I now leave my shell, facing squarely, those who are dedicated to my pursue. Goodness me! The result seems quite easy as they all hide to my subdue. Then I realize, I still have some virtue. Therefore, no one should dare treat me in disvalue until you start walking in my shoe


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....666...."Hello!?"

High wire acts, of the acrobats....

Born into the family, of what has always been

Welcome to the nighttime, in the days of sin!?

Creased and folded handkerchiefs, to keep the dust at bay

Hands reaching as they turn, from within their open graves....

And now watching from afar, those ones who knew?!

Carved into their shadows, this black and blue

Waiting upon the platforms, with their bleak made eyes

Dulled by the flavours, of such crashing skies....

High wire acts, of these acrobats

Tumbling and falling; spinning, into what has always been!?

Calling wrong numbers, in this world, of sin....666....

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Hello?!"



 




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A Very Inviting Temptation

A Very Inviting Temptation! I remember of a particular situation. I was offered a very "inviting" temptation. The situation I was in... I didn't belong! And lost any sense of "right and wrong." At first... I felt no guilt or shame. And brought embarrassment to my family's name. I tried to explain this to my wife and kids. I heard; "Dad... please... no more fibs!" The Godly principles were "tossed to the side," As the sin inside caused arrogance and pride. Soon, all in my life that truly mattered... Was gone! My life was empty and shattered! I was sorry for all of the problems I caused! This time... I took a moment to pause. I cried to God to rescue me from my sin. I confessed! Would God help me once again? I read in the Bible of Jesus’ grace and love! This time the help I needed had to come from above! I asked him for a fresh and brand new start. He removed the stain from a broken heart. He restored to me the joy I once had. I'm so blessed! Jesus has made me glad! Jesus is the reason I'm here today! I LOVE HIM more than words can say! By Jim Pemberton


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Silly Girl

Seething sounds of laughter,
escape her soft, gentle lips –
Teasing trickery thereafter,
as her beauty abruptly slips.

Vainly seeking redemption,
now lost within a cruel night – 
insecurely pursuing an answer,
deeply  buried within delight.

Exposing uncertain secrets,
once submerged within a tide – 
projecting strength and purity,
her weakness she tries to hide.

Vanity consumes her visions,
devouring her foolish dreams – 
succumbing to the realization,
life is not all what it seems.

What a silly, naïve child she is,
believing there’s good in all you see….
What an embarrassment to her vanity,
that silly, naïve child inside of me.


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Witnesses To Sinners



I can't hear the words as they come from my mouth
I can't hear the screams as they work their way out
As I write all is seen is a blur and blank moment and
Once recovered sensed the words were written,not 
Even a look to see what was written only to know it
Was there.Sleepless night,taunt  filled faces horde my
Dreams.Have this made me fall so low no longer am I
Am I able to stand on my own to feet.How many times 
Will you make me cry before claiming only to being a 
Witness in a crime,your crime. Putting on that face
Working the crowds with amazing easily,how I hate you
Yes all the thing I think about revolve around you.
How many times have I witness myself wound my self
With your blade? As though under a spell doing as order
Without a cry to the world what made me so diligent ?
But no longer can you be a witness,No longer can I be 
A witness to these crimes that been committed.Be us both
Sinners be us both lovers be that we both be cursed 
We shall witness our sins become whole and the love in
Which we share spread further and further like the flames 
Of hades. May there be peace for sinners in the next world.
We are both witnesses and at the same time 
We are both sinners one day to become consumed by our
Own darkness how far will we fall until that moment comes?
May we be good may we be bad may we fall may we live may 
May we die or carry on we are the Witnesses We are the Sinners
To this world and the next.


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THE LAST BATTLE

THE LAST BATTLE

In a huddled lump, old soldier on Front Street,
But the hurrying winter crowds never even see  him
As they stop for hot dogs in the snow on a child’s whim. 
An army of people pass but no one wants to meet
The  salute in his eyes; and he greets only feet       
As he pulls his old medal tunic around his one limb 
In a huddled lump.

Long months since his last time to eat meat   
Or fill his battered metal cup to the rim.
Clutching his sheet as his battle memories dim,
He finally falls in defeat fom the hail of sleet  -
In a huddled  lump.  

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 
Written by Sydney Peck   on  21  July  2012

Entered in  Nette Onclaud's  Contest   RONDINE  -   THE TRAFFIC OF LIFE


Details | I do not know? | |

Twisted

They had his life story twisted as he plotted his death in advance
outsmarting his enemies evading cops and *****es
People hated him they wanted him dead
They said that he was good for nothing
Humiliated him showed him as a negative image in the public trying to
take him down
Telling the viewers he is nothing but a thug and a negative role model to
the children
But that’s what racist people do they care less about a nigga that trying to
make a change and get out the gang life
He was a poet, a rapper and a political leader in many of his fans' eyes
Always encouraging them to hold on and stay strong things will get better
and tomorrow will be a better day
He was a motivator speaker always helping the poor and the hood
He wasn’t afraid to claim where he came from
He wasn’t afraid to speak his mind when things weren’t right
A lyrical genius that had his enemies spook and fans confuse
A lot of rap stars were envy of him because they weren’t as real and
talented as him
So they started riots and destroyed his sense of humor tried to drive his
fans away from him
They wanted him to fall
And his life couldn’t get any worser when he was shot five times in
Manhattan by two armed men
On his way to the studio not knowing he was going to get shot
He was set up by a snake that acted like he was his homie
I guess his rapping buddy didn’t know what hit him
Because he had to take the blame while the true phony set in the
background and orchestra the hit
  
And the one who did it is still living repping bad boy records signing
people and then sacrificing them just to rank higher and get up to the
highest club
It’s a shame how can you still hold your guilt for so long for almost killing
your own kind
You’re still being controlled by a white man you didn’t even shed a tear
when your homie die instead you celebrated
Because you knew on the business side you were going to blow up
You’re a cold hearted person and the only thing you care about is money
and fame
Selling your soul and going through gay rituals just for money man you
gotta be mess up
And my guy was marked for death because he wouldn’t **** Quincy Jones
in the ass
So what is the music industry all about?
Do you really have to sell your soul and do gay things or sex orgy in order
to get what you want which is money and fame
Man ya got it all twisted because I thought that you rise to the top
because of your talent
Not doing insane things like changing your religious and worshipping the
devil or sending many of your fans souls to hell doing blood sacrifices or
voodoo killing people
Man this game is dirty all the real people are either dead or gone
somewhere far hiding from the secret societies that’s trying to kill them
And now we’re stuck with these phony ungodly rappers on TV That sold
their soul and did crazy things to get where they are at
Now what type of example are these so call rappers to the children in my
community
They are nothing but puppets slaves that has to take orders from their boss
in order to sell records
What a shame but nobody will never be the greatest like Makaveli retire
from the rap game and still making millions
While people are selling their souls trying to make a million


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Dialogue of Souls


Best of friends, for countless years,
we had the best of times.
Now as my eyes are filled with tears,
your soul to Heaven climbs.
The path we take, not always clear,
I feel so lost without you here.
Your last words, prophetic now,
“I’ll be home soon”- you knew somehow.
You left me here, I’m so alone,
but I dreamed Heaven had a phone.
We talked all night, you fell asleep,
I held the line to hear you breathe…  

 

   Copyright © 2013


Details | Haiku | |

haiku

flies trapped
inside rice jar
I ask him to leave


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


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The Rain and Wind

The wind blew events all over the place.
Intense emotions and it gave chase.
Lightning lighting to show us the sky.
People try to sleep and not cry.
Wisping by the wind keeps us awake.
The time trying to sleep the storms take.
Chills in everyone gives all shiver.
The clouds surrounded by moonlight is silver.
Heavenly prayers that the rain will stop.
The flood stopped a car the person in it was a cop.
People have seen such devastation.
The road that people made was week in creation.
Rivers near by was over flowing.
Trees that were there was not showing.
By the hour it claimed many.
My father woke up and did not see any.
Floating by was a boat.
Keeping people above water and a float.
My father kept a canoe.  
That some day we would use it, that he knew.
Time to paddle up and down the street.
The rain water kept getting on our seat.
It was so dark after the moon was behind the cloud.
Still the noise of thunder still covered the ears loud.
The smell of moist water never seem to go away.
My brothers seem to still sleep anyway.
My head was bobbing up and down.
I was so tired that I could not hear a sound.
The wind blew back and fourth.
It seems that my mom and dad paddle their worth.
Till all the people we saw with grace.
Help us out with embrace.
The time was so late at night.
Everyone was so sleepy and losing sight.
The fight with the weather was so hectic.
The feelings of energy was electric.
Losing to such natural disaster is hard to understand.
When people working hard to block the river with bags of sand.
With hard workers like my mom and dad.
They make things happen that is not bad.
Rough with weather they experience more than ever.
Leaders they are they are very clever.
From the night light of street lights to the morning glow.
The wind did not stop so.
Bringing in more clouds that ill.
The people who were still tired still had will.
The rush of water and waves blasting push the wall side.
Pushing and the force brought water inside.
The battle of our hour was getting long.
Backup people came to aid us was strong.
Rested they were to keep everyone with hope.
The people stopped the water with the strength of rope.
Heavy rain and loss of homes bring people together.
It is kind of sad that this was the only time to gather.
Chaos comes happiness how true.
This is why we are human that gives us a clue.
It is our nature to keep rain falling.
To know when it is time for our calling.
The winds bring such pain and sorrow.
That is why rain sometimes fallow.








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There's A Web of Temptation And Sin

There’s a Web of Temptation and Sin!

There’s a web of temptation and a lot of sin…
That brings slavery and a strong bondage within!

Throughout this land, there’s an evil surge!
While many lives, seem to be getting “submerged!”

Being submerged, into a life, that many believe in.
They become perverted, but want all to receive them!

The “love and acceptance,”
 that many desire.
Puts them on a tightrope!  A very thin wire!

As the web of temptation and sin begin to grow.
It brings a bondage that damages the soul!

They may want to have “love and acceptance.”
But in their hearts, needs to be a godly repentance!

May the holiness of a righteous God be stirred!
That all will come back, to the truth of his word!

His son Jesus, came to the cross! He bled and died!
That through him, our lives can be totally sanctified!

Only the power of God, can bring a needed restoration!
He gives to one and all… 
 A heavenly invitation!

Whosoever will… Come now!  And accept him!
Won’t you take the time, to really know him?

Don’t allow the web of life to destroy 
and overcome you!
Come to Jesus now!  He really does
 LOVE YOU!

By Jim Pemberton


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Reminiscence

Prologue:
For whoever think story telling is that easy,
Would properly from this hilarious incident,
scene or whatever you might call it, would know is not.

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

Just some couple of months ago, I was invited
by a friend who knows me too well, back then in 
school as a funny guy and story teller and so he taught this
night, that his grand pa (who is a famous story teller 
of his village) had fall sick, I would be in a better position
to cover up for his father's so called responsibility
to his people. "For he (my friend's father, Williams) is a good story teller.
But what about me who has never faced 
the ample crowd with my 'cripple' tale unless sharing it with friends?" I mumbled.

In the middle of this enigma, my friend, John called me to the hot seat
to tell my tale to the unbearable crowd of adolescence. 

"God why am I here this day... But it shouldn't have been this day" I retorted.
The barbarian noise from the seats infront of me showed that truly I was 
in the middle of something and not lost...

"Uncle tell us a story!... Brother tell us a story!" the crowd shouted.

This day, I needed a free moment but they couldn't let me be.
"Once upon a time" they heard me said and they all resited.
" I am sorry, I am sorry let me restart it all over again".

Now in old man's voice, I told my tale before them:

"Once upon a time,
In our mothers' womb, when she
Ate, we ate. Goodnight!"

They all cannot but burst to laughter while I stood and walked to the room with my 
shame.
                                   
                                *****************

Anything after good night means nothing more till the next day.
Maybe I escaped the night by dissatisfying the emotions of those children,
in that scene, what about my friend? 
"Have I not brought shame to John's family? Did I do the 
right thing that full moon night?". My heart beats!

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

Epilogue:
Not even do the audience remember or care to ask me: (In kid's voice)
"What if my mother do not eat while in my pregnancy, what will happen to her?" or 
probably care to tell me: (Back to old man's voice) "What lesson they have derived from 
the tale before their departure... Oh! No sorry, my bashful departure from their sight." 

Note: The tale: "Once upon....Goodnight!" is a Haiku form of poetry.  
 














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Lady of the night!

Your body men desire
It fills them full of fire
They want so much
To feel the touch
The gifts you have for hire.

You walk the streets so dark
Your future bleak and stark
You work for bugs
To buy the drugs
That really hit the mark.

Your pimp is a drug dealer
A professional money stealer
You feel the pain
Hooked on cocaine
He is your true fate-sealer.

You passing nobody to mourn
Thirty years since you were born
You only know your punter
Who really was your hunter
But it’s you the people scorn!



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I'm Going Nuts

<                                          insane
                                            constrain
                                            domain
                                            remain


                        asylum housing      -    insane   constrain
                        longing for rescue  -    domain   remain


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Love Hurts - a shanzi

hairy white hands
clenching into fists

jaw tightening quick
I step backwards

his eyes throwing 
sparks my breaK-ing 
nose, my broken heart


7/16/12
For the "Shanzi" contest


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Chicken Head

       Chicken Head

       Your a bird, with no wings!
    Your soul is lost and lives in the streets.
     Why sell your body the way you do?
        you least can get your son some new shoes.
     If you going to sell your body,get what you can get.
         You have kids, you need to get a grip.
          Do you really want your daughter to grow up like you?
         To flag down cars for every man that comes threw!
           Why are you selling your last food stamps?
          To pay a cell phone bill that has laped.
      This is no debate, your son lips is cracked from being dehydarted.
     Why do you make them suffer for the things you do?
      Look into their eyes. thats the hatred for you!
         Your baby is crying tears, for you can hear.
               Crying to be loved by you,
            You can really fix the things you do!
   Each child is a gift from God, A bright shining star.
                 Look inside your heart,
    and ask your self is this is what you want to be.
          A chicken head that stay in the streets.
      Ask God for help, when you lay down to sleep.
            Pray the lord your soul to keep.
          If you should die before you wake,
       ask him to help take your kids pain away!
             Some one should decapitate you,
       for all the pain you put your kids threw.
      So stop having kids just for someone eles to raise them.
    I guess it's for the best, because you really don't deserve them!
           They cry for help, they beg of you!
     Your a lost soul, and only God can judge you!
    


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Bao - Yu

<                                         Bao - Yu
                                        precious jade
                                    your angelic font 
                                  cast mirrored images
                                      off stilled pond


                                  orchids in woven hair
                                  garments of satin and lace
                                  you lying in fetal position
                                  upon granite's stone
                                  tell me heavenly Goddess


                                  Why Do You Look So Sad  ?




Written By Katherine Stella

For Rambling Poet's
Reflection Contest 

G.L. ALL

Name Of This Poem 
Is Entitled
Bao -Yu


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Dysfunctional Dreamtime

                                                             1.

A red helium balloon
                                   I float above myself,
Watch the ritual unfold:

                                   Gather the sharps
                                   Lay them out
                                   Roll up the sleeves
                                   Enfold the world in silence.

Then, with infinite concentration,
The Not-Me begins:

                                    Draw the lines
                                    Open the flesh
                                    Let out the hot red
                                    Pain and Poison;
                                    Inscribe another testament
                                    To survival.

Then the balloon drifts down
Sleeves roll down
The Not-Me steps into the balloon
                                    And floats away,
And I become myself again,
Purged and Whole

Until the next time.

                                                               2.

A wraith,
I live on air
Insubstantial as the Winter's mists.

I am colorless
And blank as perfect ice, as cloudless sky
Yet I command all appetites,
Control my ghostly shape
Against all outside assault.

My Will is wind,
Invisible and Absolute.

A reed,
I bend but never break.

I may be fading, fading...

But the steel rod within the mist
Shines true and will not yield.

                                                               3.

Peel back the flesh
The flowing flesh,
And see the Void within.

I am large but I am empty,
Hollow as a gourd, a husk.
Tear me and the taut surface
Will collapse upon itself.

I hunger, ever hunger
For the things that fill others up 
And keep them satisfied.

                                                     And so I eat.

                                                     I eat Love, Acceptance, Self-Confidence.
                                                     I eat Hate, Loneliness, Rejection.

And ultimately,
I consume myself.

                                                     After all, 
                                                     Who else could stomach
                                                     The taste of me?


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Retirement Time

“a little time to give... a little time to live, time always means so much” Before I knew it, I could retire, everyone said it would be so great, Having nursed for 37 years I got full pension so I took the bait. The first few weeks I slept in and did things I never had time to do, Then I found those things got boring, the time no longer flew. First I did the self-help thing, got into exercise and joined a Gym, Started a new diet, lost 65 pounds, boy I actually looked slim. Got a new hair cut and colour, went out and bought new clothes, Thought I’d become a better human being, but then who knows. Signed up for a watercolour class to improve how I painted, This transformation somehow made me feel somewhat tainted. I expanded my horizon with broadway shows and art displays, Yet my retired life felt empty, I seemed to be wasting my days. So I sat down and thought about what it is that I truly love, What fulfills my soul - I had to give my brain a little shove. Returning to basics, at the bedside is where I want to be, I decided to volunteer at a hospice, palliative care is for me. Supporting dying people and their family, to be caring is all I want, Listening to their struggles and life’s stories always continues to haunt. Working at Day Hospice we provide support for the respite stay, In addition I visit patients at home, so the caregiver can get away. The touch of a hand, the warmth of a hug is so very little to give, These people have limited time, only a few days or hours to live. Often unsettled before the person dies, they need to tie up loose ends, So I do whatever is required, for the person who wants to make amends. If I can make a person’s last moments, ones that are filled with peace, Comforting the family, sitting quietly as the person’s last breaths cease. My life will not be wasted and I no longer have the urge to read MacBeth, My retirement and work at hospice allows me to love my patients to death. Written by Lee Ramage August 30, 2011 For A Rambling Poet’s contest “A Poem- Please” Placement- 4th


Details | I do not know? | |

Let's Get Lost

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


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


Details | Blank verse | |

That is Humanity 1

I laughed aloud
To look at the strange
Action of a mad man
Who was standing
At the edge of the road
His expressions 
Were changing rapidly 
But suddenly
My laugh had a brake
And my heart became grave
Curiously, surprisingly
I saw his face
And on it 
An illegible trace
I felt something 
In my heart
Laughing at me
It was none but humanity


Details | Rhyme | |

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.


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DISTANCE

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.


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The Never Ending Battle

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

JS Lambert



Details | Lyric | |

It's My Birthday, It is Your Birthday

It’s My Birthday

It’s my birthday…  I look out the window there is no one for me owe so, owe so lonely poor me . 

It’s my  birthday…  you surprise me, with a Barber-Q grill  with a cooler that chills with a grin we show white grills.

Happy Birthday… it’s my Birthday I am still waiting,  it   is almost the end of my the day, just waiting on you to wish me a happy birthday which, well make my day. 

It’s my birthday…you do not remember that day, can we go out for we can remember that day?

It’s my birthday… I can share it or alone, some share it with a twin, or with a friend and the ones who stay to the ends like a good friend.

It my birthday…  its looks like another day to me I just need someone or something to comfort with me a room full of women and with hand full men, a juice in cup, juice in glass, with a sweet lady and grill on cut grass that may make every day feel like my birthday, with a touch of class. 
 
It’s your birthday… it’s your birthday you should all-ways win on your birthday, if do not have a mate you sneak and go on second party date form those who may player hate.  
  
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday!  it comes and go, I see you come through, looking out my window with a hand full company that is what a party really should need, yes it’s sweet, sweet with music and sweet with treats or  it must be the money, or food, or brinks, or just me.


Poetry 7/7/12 by author Keith K. Relf


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 | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: III

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


Details | Free verse | |

A Costly Mistake

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


Details | Narrative | |

Dedication to Everyone

I feel that I have found a home in this cyberspace
with full of hearts and ideas in a special place
I wonder of all the people in the world to make me smile
with antics that help me grow in every mile
I do want to say to all of the people with respect
because of all of you my mind is not in a wreck
I would lie if I did not get ideas from all of you
without you my poems would not come true
I bless everyone with care 
with kindness and without dis-pare
I hold my hands high and put them together
with this I bless you with good weather
I do read some of the poems that people put out
sometimes I feel with out a doubt
I feel the pain in the poems that some has revealed
with hopes that they can read with their mind not sealed
I smile a bunch with every word
it is like a music in my head making a cord
I do want you all to know that you have made my day
to be a better day in every different array
I cherish my time with all the people in my heart
the words flow in my mind is just but a start
I'm happy with everyone in PoetrySoup.com 
with hardship that came this cyberspace makes me calm
I cannot choose five cause if I do I don't think it's right
just to tell you that is just my own insight
I thank all for helping me grow with all the poems that are shown
with faith and humor, with views of kindness this site has grown

If I had to say or dedicate my poems to who 
would be the first five who reads my poems with a point of view


Details | Rhyme | |

God is great

God is great. God is strong, watching over us with love keeping us safe in the shadow of his wings where we belong, the Lord gives and the Lord takes away, but no matter how sad things are i will thank the Lord every single day, some people come into our life and some people go, but God never leaves us this I do know, so no matter how much 
llife tries to make you give in, stay close to Jesus... for with him the battle he always will win. Amen he goes before us to guide our way, he stands behind us to catch us if we fall and stand beside us in everything that we do, nothing can ever seperate us from the Love of God, we grow in his love every day and we sing his praises regardless of how much life hurts us, just keep singing and praying and standing with God, first in our hearts king forevr. price of peace Amen 

For I know the plans I have for you,” says the Lord. “They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope. In those days when you pray, I will listen. If you look for me wholeheartedly, you will find me. I will be found by you,” says the Lord. “I will end your captivity and restore your fortunes. 
The Lord says, “I will guide you along the best pathway for your life.
I will advise you and watch over you. Amen


 i recenty tried to help a  friend who  I  prayed for  some time ago for too i tried to do something nice and inspirational and now they are not talking to me at all, I dont get it, the kinder you are the more people just wana hurt you for no reason, I dont even know what i did wrong how sad is that but God still stands strong Amen


Details | I do not know? | |

'Give me drink, rest, and solitude'

Give me drink, rest, and solitude--
these are all the things I long for.
Give me as well your finest food
and I'll ask of you, lass, no more!

My bonnie lass, what's the matter--
why are you all sorry and alone?
Don't be sad because you're fatter
than most, lass, for love loves its own.

Sweet lass, I'll tell you a secret.
If I were a young lad again,
I'd pursue you without regret!
But as I am three-score and ten

years old, indeed, I can never
be the youthful lad you most need.
But your pain won't be for ever:
for your heart will refuse to bleed.




Details | Ballade | |

The stress thats in the air

The stress that’s in the air

I saw two people quarrelling
Two neighbours these two were
They were screaming, cursing, yelling
It did the whole street stir
Such anger I had never seen
Not ever in my life
Some people’s minds to me, it seems 
Are filled with so much strife.

I remember times when I was young
I lived in south east London
And where I was, was a real rough place
Where many came undone
But still the neighbours stuck together
And they’d treat each other right
But now it seems all trust has gone
And folk just want to fight.

It seems that everyone’s uptight
And no one seems to care
About those ones outside their lot
There’s distrust everywhere
But can they really help themselves?
The stress comes with the breeze
And floats around from soul to soul
As it robs the  each of ease.

10 September 2013 @ 1925hrs.


Details | Imagism | |

Crushing Blow

The deterioration in his face it was like
 a withered rose in winter 

What she said to him felt like a shard
of metal go through his heart 

The harsh words of thee 
could tare down any soul
but they're people out there
who do not understand the 
crushing words the put 
into hand 

How could people be so mean
and the hurt this poor wonderer 
constantly feels 

he try's not to show the 
unmerciful hurt But I can 
see right through it because 
 I am the hurt


Details | Ballad | |

Forgiving The Unforgivable

Forgiving The Unforgivable.
 
I held my peace and sung a song,
that echoed through the righteous hall,
my right, my truth, all put to wrong!
As judgment fine had met the pall.
 
How can there be a better way,  
to tell the world of foul play,
than those, your words, that captivate,
and that, my looks, you separate; 
your lies, your tricks, my punishment!
In years to come a sure lament;
but life shall only last its days,
until the sun these men does gaze;
then deeds shall bind our spirits such,
would implore it the heaven's touch,
so again shall meet face to face,
when shattered is the time and space,
there I shall pardon and forgive,
as not in this dimension live,
and from this burden be relieved,
that had a trusting friend deceived,
and yes, I have just this to say,
that friends and foes alike decay,
but on that day, you I shall see, 
as an error of mortality.
 
I hold my peace and sing this song,  
That echoes through the righteous hall,
My right, my truth, all put to wrong!
as judgment fine has met the pall.
 
R.N.Khan, © 2012


Details | Rhyme | |

The Sleeping Giant

<                 the sleeping giant once again has been awoke
                   to the sounds of great thunder and billows of smoke
                   what has happened his imperial's majesty's sleep
                   out from the depts of hell a great wavetrain has creeped


                   tainting soil where once land had been so enriched
                   brandishing homes businesses left them in a ditch
                   twisted metals dancing in swirls of stenching air
                   recovered bodies of beloved this is so unfair


                   across it's great mountain range somber is now heard
                   unity becomes one and not forgotten word
                   rebuild rebuild the sleeping giant request
                   let our people of japan return to their nest


                  for there will always's be another tomorrow
                  where earthquakes and tsunami's will bring such sorrow
                  for an sleeping giant all nestled in his bed
                  and his people dressed in five elements of thread





Tribute To Japan


Details | Verse | |

Spirituals and Drums

My ancestors walking in the night
using oil lights and moonlight for guides
while being instructed to Wade in the Water
to camouflage their scents like disguise

The Sweet Chariot awaited 
so they could ride away
Harriet was a soldier
and it wasn't an option to be caught during the day
That's the same mentality Nat Turner had when he sang
Steal Away

They would follow the drinking gourd
so all were in accord to go north
The Gospel Train was coming
and at the end of the journey
was a fine reward
Freedom was coming
and it was a long time coming and
they walked until they heard freedom bells ringing
and I still hear their tired footsteps running

Thinking of My Darling Nelly Gray
Stolen from my arms a random September day
and eliminated our chances to run away together
No family ties, no love, no strength says the oppressor

Then I hear the drums beat in the darkness
giving me the hope of finally being free
Maybe I'll follow them this time on faith
on bended knee
There must be a place for me among the light
of this darkness
Among oppression, thieves, evil-doers
no thought on their conscience

Thank goodness for the safe houses that
supported our traveled distances
and for the conductors who bore witnesses
and may God have mercy on the souls who
were against this
and on those who chose to forget this sh@!

I still hear crying in quilts of safety 
because I know that the burden was heavy
to be at the mercy of nature and patrol men
catching run-away slaves for money
Some did it bare feet with freedom ahead of this
loved induced journey and they made it
So all that bull about how your life is hard
just stuff it in an envelope and save it



Details | Verse | |

Inevitable Bear

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

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


Details | Romanticism | |

She Can't Even Write, Forever GoOdbye

I'm asking myself this question all the time
Why do people even fall in love?

Do they need it or just want to try?
Why do some people start pretending they're in love?

Why do some people fall for some one who's far away?
Some one who doesn't even care

She starts bleeding love
But that guy doesn't even see a single bleeding tear on the ground

But she still wants him with all of her heart
She screams his name at nights

Even though she knows the truth
That he's NOT listening, Just like every time

But, She's lost her heart
Given up all she had for a guy

She would do ANYTHING to have him by her side
While he doesn't even WANT her by HIS side

Is it LOVE ?!
'Cause she'll die

And he won't even know how hard she tried
To make destiny, make him love her by his heart

So she wants to write "Forever GoOdbye"
On her heart

But suddenly she sees and realizes 
That there's NO HEART


Details | Rhyme | |

When We Can't

Who are you that allows you to predict What gives you this credence to continually persist When will scientists learn now we're the only ones here Where there was likely to be life, nothing is now near Why would anyone come, when we can't undo our undone


Details | Couplet | |

Indigenous I Am, from the Stolen Generations

This is a journey, a trip call it what you will It follows the footsteps of my ancestors, and allows my thoughts too spill Firstly let me take you back, to tell you so little of my past Indigenous I am, from the "Stolen Generations" I did not last This is why I must make this journey, to allow me to find the real me To retrace the few steps I made, to rediscover what my young eyes seen How ironic that the person I'll ride with, is the son of the then official Whose deliberation to round up us children, the scene, locale It's now the morn of our travel, where I look I find hard to see The peripheral of the distant horizon, is all that really captures me The town where I grew up so young, barely to the age of five Perth, now bustles like a termites nest, zig zagging in busily strive Into the bush we go, to a place where us youngsters so enjoyed Moore River Native Settlement, which soon became children void As I walk my arid lands, patterned in the heat of this day I recall with every step, where us Indigenous children played We could survive on the smallest of fruit, water we could easily find Even the son of the then official, said that we are a superior kind He marvelled when I spotted tracks, traces of where animals crossed Remembering back to when I was five years old, our lands always talked We opened up as we led our horses, introduced all those centuries ago They opened up my lands, rivers we walked, now the white man flows This is a journey I had to make, it's called, it's in my will No more "Stolen Generations" no more will my culture spill


Details | Rhyme | |

Death by Beauty

A smile moves across her lips
She gazes at her crime
A scar across her flesh and soul
To haunt her for all time
She’ll waste away for all she cares
Never stops to use her brain
Doesn’t care about the ones who are close
All she cares about is pain

She wants to be what the others expect of her
Doesn’t care about the self-respect for her
A rose can’t be a forget-me-not
Can’t she see what all she has got
Already?

Never to go back again
She feels the world is at an end
She will never show her grief
Although she’ll cry in empty streetS

She’d sooner live like a desolate mole
Living in fear in an empty hole
Screaming silent wails alone
Content to live in her mental home

A final tear falls from her eye
It hits the ground, it’s followed by
A beautiful body, mutated by hate
A kind word could have stopped it, but it is too late
One two many bricks in the wall in her mind
Molding her demise because her heart was blind
This self conscious being could never have won
For she was destroyed by the beautiful ones

She wouldn’t fight back, wouldn’t respect herself
In the end, she managed only to wreck herself
A rose can’t be a forget-me-not
Little did she know, she had all she had sought
Already


Details | Rhyme | |

I Think About How Ths Country Has Changed



Over the years, I think about how this country has changed.
It’s like “right vs. wrong” has been “rearranged.”

We’re told that a separation from man and God exists.
Yet the handiwork of God is in our very midst!

Rather than seeking to obey God’s word and rules.
Our courts have turned this country into “fools.”

The whole idea of marriage is often very confusing.
Many don’t think about the wrong path they’re choosing!

Government often passes laws that provide a “moral instability.”
We’ve often lost our respect for a Godly type of morality.

As people’s lives get filled with lusts of various kinds.
Many are wandering around with very confused minds!

“One nation under God” is too often under attack.
As this country is quickly “getting off track!”

If “change” is what you want, or what you’re looking for.
Think about the purpose of life you’re meant for!

The direction you need to travel,
 is to the Lord in prayer.
Wherever you are...  
He will meet you there!

Christ alone removes any “God or state” separation.
By his shed blood and his gift of salvation!

There’s no Supreme Court near heaven’s gates!
There’s a God who loves who, and anxiously waits!

He longs for you to receive his life eternal.
So he can put your name in heaven’s journal!

Won’t you allow his love to cleanse you within?
And experience the atonement for every sin!

May the Lord bring to us all a healing and restoration!
He is the only true hope for our great nation!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Than-Bauk | |

Oh My God That's So Sad

<       Hands and feet nailed
         face so pale now
         tears hale down cheeks


Details | Rhyme | |

Oh! Humanity,

Oh! Humanity,
How you’ve completely lost your sanity.
 
Did you forget how to grow?
Every one of you was planted row by row.
Did your heavenly Father not nurture you with love?
Did He not make the rains fall from up above?
Oh where is your heart?
Who gave you your first start?
 
Oh! Humanity,
What vanity!
 
Oh! Humanity,
What profanity!
 
Daylight hours just wash ashore,
With simple lives from once before!
Have you forgotten your heavenly Mother?
And what about your heavenly Brother?
Where is your Godforsaken mind?
What happened to being loving and kind?
 
Oh! Humanity,
How you’ve provoked such a calamity!
 
 
® Registered: Ann Rich   2006
 
 


Details | Elegy | |

On The Road To Heaven { Mom's Elegy }

<                    We are gathered here today to celebrate Bernadine Goerlich's life
                      Though taken from us to soon she has now risen to be with the Lord
                      Do not fret for greif and sorrow shall pass too
                      Let us bow our heads and pray 
                      In thy name of the Father Son And Holy Spirit  {Amen }

                      At the tender age of 70 she lived her life to the fullest
                      Raising a family of 10 she always had an xtra room
                      For she loved her God family friends and her beloved pets
                      And even heard of her always baking cakes cookies pies and italian foods
                      She really must of had her hands full with 5 boys and 5 girls

                      For Lord please cradle her in your everlasting arms
                      Wash away her sins and lift her spirit to you
                      For she has earned her wings of golden tone
                      And  now can rejoiced with her own Father and Mother
                      In God's jubliee Kingdom  Let us pray {Amen]


Entry For
Dr. Ram's
Elegy Contest
G.L. All



In Loving Memory Of Mom
{1934 - 2005 }


Details | Free verse | |

HEART BEAT

When I pull away, you push

I’m silent, like a single finger to my blush lips

motioning “shush”

I feel like a caged tiger

craving freedom and lovers flesh

a prisoner of your personal horror

I must digress

I loose myself, into my mystical, magical, mind

to keep this empty agony, from burning into

each minute, of my lifetime

my body, feels frozen to your touch

your kisses, cannot melt my hatred

toward your soulless lust

I am strong from within, I cannot,

will not

let him win,

A real live porcelain doll I have

turned in

Two

lines forming a cross, hold my inner eye 

for the Lords love catches my tears as I cry

when your fists, strike my body

a bloody mess, you leave my lie

punishing me for your insecurities

and false lies

a chance to escape you, this dream

has me hypnotized

each day of mine, ends in silent sorrow

and begins, with prayer filled sighs

For love, does not beat you behind backs

and then smile in your eyes

using such smiles to disguise

to the outside, false facial expressions

keep things trill

I pray, for the strength one day,

to fight my prisoner back

perhaps kill


Details | Monoku | |

Unseen Beginnings

Death is not the end, but a start of new life


Details | Acrostic | |

Live, Laugh, Love



Little babies are born
Into a world that has a
Vicious, 'Dog eat dog!'
Environment.

Long days pass
Amid the chaos of war.
Ugly scars mar beauty, while
Gaiety is almost non-existent.
How can life be so cruel?

Listen to the call for peace, to
Overcome ruthlessness.
Visualize a better life, where
Everyone lives, laughs, and loves.


             ~~~~~


Details | Rhyme | |

A Homeless Soul

              He lives on the street
              With nothing to eat
              He'll work for any
              Which won't be spendy
              He holds a sign
              And the people drive by
              It's almost Christmas
              Which he won't have any wishes
              It's very cold
              That he witholds
              It made me feel bad
              And even sad
              I pray for him
              And hope his life will begin
              This world should be better
              No matter the weather


Details | Concrete | |

Observer

A serpent underneath blue sky,
in shade of man, in twinkle of an eye,
above brick wall, in the structure, at the floor,
venom of white dove; contaminated food, undrinkable water,
misguided youth, pregnant daughter, unfaithful father and hateful son,
mothers do pray while we walk through Babylon;
on teli and in the press, on top shells,
price none the less, in bedroom and at your door..
dawn of a new day seemed to be dark,
after all.


Details | Lyric | |

Welcome to the Planet

Welcome to the planet
Wake me when it’s over
The dreamer’s always tempted
To come around and show her

And I just keep wastin my time
On girls that won’t love, me, like their wine
And it’s just too easy to blame
The rock and the system for causing my pain
And I just want you to know that I’m through
With being alone, when I’m with you 
And when you mask the truth with your lies
It just won’t get any better for the rest of your guys

And when you fall asleep
The night covers your tears
And the darkness sees you weeping
Cause your conscious can’t be cleared
This year you’re feeling colder
Your heart’s a little older
You haven’t found your soul mate
And now you think you’re too late

But one look inside of my eyes
Gives you the hope that there’s a guy
Who can make you feel happy and sad
And it’ll be worth it to feel that again


Details | Didactic | |

A Poem (Hebrews 13:5)

Anger consumed within me,

Rage passed continually by.

A mixture of blue and red,

Blinding the dim light inside me.

 

Once the light was like a flaming torch,

Such a torch that can be compared to the sun.

But even the sun rests, the flames can be vanquished

Only the night was witnessed until the morning dawned.

 

I was created to love you.

This was the only purpose,

But I chose to reject you.

How foolish of me to compose.

 

Given many chances to accept,

Welcome the love higher than my mother,

I was in an asylum locked by my choice.

"No more!" I uttered. 

 

A glowing door suddenly appeared,

"Who could it be?" I questioned.

It opened; a figure so bright glanced at the corner,

"My child, fear not," the figure mentioned.

 

I took his offering hand.

Richness of everlasting springs of water,

The right hand of infinite life.

We departed blissfully as He catered

 

"Do not sow any longer, for you are here with your Father,"    

I began to weep as a baby weeps for his mother.

"My child, for you were once lost but now have been found."

A final tear inching below, the Devil will no longer bother.


Details | Senryu | |

But A Dream

A surprise to me
Your heart full of love and joy
Magnificent dream


Details | Free verse | |

Talking Frank

she hid 
like a little mouse 
with windows barred 
to block the light 
and peering eyes 

she grew 
in that sunless 
cage 
from adolescent dreams 
to a women's longing 

fought with insecurity 
penning her 
hopes 
on humanity
that had drifted away 

she wrote 
with anticipation 
filled with yearning 
to understand 
such cruelty 

with no answers 
she searched 
why 
what had they done 
would they ever know 

in the night they came 
with weapons fixed 
swinging slurs 
to wound 
her soul 

they gave her a star 
and a ticket 
to take a train 
new adventures 
from which she'd never 
return 

the star soon replaced 
by numbers 
carved into 
tender skin 
and she cried 
for her father 

she was the child 
of her mother 
and of her mother's mother
she was the remains 
of sanity 

she stared at the camp 
not a children's thing 
with ponies and playgrounds 
but with gas chambers 
and crematoriums
and she cried 

for herself 
for her family 
and for the world 
as they led her inside 
she penned last words 

still trying 
to understand 
through her tears 
but there was to be 
no understanding

and in the end 
they laid her bones 
uncerimoniously in pits 
filled to the brim 
with lost dreams 
lost lives 
and failed hope...




Details | I do not know? | |

She Fell To Hell

What if the wound is just to deep?
The blood just continues to seep.
Yet the one in pain never whispers a peep.
This secret she must keep.

This weight on her shoulder..
Her body grows colder,
Secret crushing her like a boulder.

All everyone sees is the smile she shows.
What's hidden below nobody knows.
While inside it grows and grows.

She just continues to move ahead.
While the fire deep inside is fed.
All the colors she see's turning 2 blood red.

Looking at her you'd never see how hard she fell.
The whispers say pick your poison well.
As for the secret you must never tell.

She watches a tear hit the ground.
Thankful yet again nobody is around.
For to this secret she is forever bound.

She screams out in pain hoping it's a nightmare.
Yet to answer her call no one is there.
To the pain she grows more aware.
Tell this secret.. Does she dare?

She needs to get it off her chest,
or she'll be dead at best.

She starts running looking for someone to tell.
For with every second she falls closer to hell.
Sadly she knows this all to well.

There's no one around when she cries out.
Her soul filling evermore with doubt.
You may ask what's this secret about? 

Well, I can not tell, for she never got to say.
She fell to hell before she could give it away.
It remains a secret to this day.
So, still want to complain how things don't go your way?


Details | Rhyme | |

A LOST MEMORY

You became my best friend, someone I would never ignore.
I know I was selfish, but I wanted more.
She became the one I wanted, and the one I got.
She definitely became the one who showed me love,
And taught me the past should be forgot.
To me she is a memory,
I do sometimes wonder if she remembers’ me.
Constantly she said you loved me I knew she lied,
I could see the fear in her eyes.
I’m letting the pain out,
With out any doubts.
I have to hurry up and let it go,
Before this pain consumes me and I lose control.
When she is around I have to wait a while,
See she doesn’t know but I have to force a smile.
I’ve moved on, so did you.
It’s scary to know you love me too.
Sure I could find someone else so I did not always feel so alone.
But they could never be you I would never feel like I am home.


This poem is for those people who can’t move on…..


Details | Rhyme | |

WORDS WILL FOREVER HURT ME

I’m tired of self inflicted misery,
That would be the real travesty
In my life I made so many mistakes
Only God can judge me and know my fate
Only pain, loneliness, and sorrow make a home here,
But I do have a heart that cares
And it is constantly warring and tearing me apart.
Do you feel like everything bad in your life is your fault
I’m unable to complete an apologetic sentence
But it is all in the name of repentance
All these words don’t take away the pain
It feels like a down pour of cold rain
I never point the finger because I’m the one to blame
But I have learned to never live with shame
Even if it is four letter words
It stings inside so badly when they are heard
There is no place for them to go put stay and hide
They tend to crush the spirit agonize pride
To me words hurt more than a hit
The real truth is I do not want any part of it
It does not matter if it is in person or on the telephone
Stick and stones may break my bones
I know misery loves company
But words will forever hurt me



Details | Quatrain | |

First

Haunted by your memory,
You're in my thoughts and dreams,
They say you never forget your first,
There's truth to that it seems


Details | Free verse | |

Star Of David

he stood 
among the swasticka's 


a star 
in the center of chaos


and still
he couldn't comprehend


with ticket in hand 
for a train 
that was heavily laden 
with lost hope 


he was bound and gagged 
by religion 
that was neither practiced 
or received 

yet he was convicted 
by birth 
advocating his death


tears would not save him 


German words would convict 
spoken with accents 
of David 
yet there would be no 

slaying of Goliath 


and so he went 
without a word in yiddish


to ovens readily heated 
and skin was but butter for 
German bread 


he walked among the gentile's 
and was slain 
for he was too gentle 


like a lamb to the slaughter

they dined on mutton 

of Jewish mute 

 

evil knows no boundaries 

for it exerts power and control 

 

and those that are complacent 

will pay the price with life 

 

Star of David 

shone 

but was covered 

by German eclipse

 

blocking the glow

 

extinguishing the flame 

 

 

 





Details | Lyric | |

Second worst Mistake

2 AM you sneak out the window
I want to choke you but it won’t show

Went skinny dipping, with your best friend’s boyfriend
Now the laughs on you in the end

Are you drowning?
Am I laughing?
Is this really…
Actually happening?

Are you choking?
In the water…
I hear you sputter
Glad you’re not my daughter

If I could I’d
Take a snap shot
Of this moment
Couldn’t imagine if I forgot

You look lovely
Better than I’ve ever seen you
As you sink down
I just want to…

If you think I need you think again
I always knew you weren’t a true friend

You lie and steal and cheat
Then you rinse and repeat

If you think I need you think again

You take all that you need
Then you walk away and leave

Not caring who you hurt
Who you shove into the dirt

If you think I need you think again

I watched as you used each and every one of us
You depended and took and we were so stupid to trust

We all took care of you and
Helped bring you through

Through the addiction and tears, 
Helping you get master over your fears

If you think I need you think again

Then the joke was on us, 
We all got busted

You’re a sell out and a lie
Wouldn’t shed a single tear if I had to watch you die

You just walked away free
And went on pretending to be

The victim as you always did, 
And we all believed it

A jealous vicious creature, that's all you really were
Aggressive and abusive, how you tortured her

You taught me to hate, but I taught myself to fight it
You taught me to steal, I taught myself to outride it

You taught me not to love
But instead I grew up

To be the better person, the one you couldn’t be
The one that you hated, the one inside of me

You showed me how to lie and do bad things
I tried to give you love and flight to your wings

You couldn’t handle honesty, so you left us here alone
But after everything I’m glad that you are gone

It’s taken a while to pick up the pieces of everything I once knew
I had to adjust to understand that I could go on living without you

Now I think back to yesterday, 
And I feel glad it ended this way

Because even though you hurt us all, 
Even though we had to fall

I learned how to not become like you, 
And learned how to be a good friend too

I learned how to be cautious but also to trust, 
I learned that not everyone is just…

A box filled with lies and drugs and hate, 
That some people need to be set straight

Some people are sincere, they need a true friend
Some people don’t want to only use you they don’t just pretend

So I’m glad I met you, my second worst mistake
It’s taken a while to see what’s all at stake

Never met a mistake like you, I’m glad it’s over
If I ever see you again, I’d look past your shoulder

Wouldn’t say a word, wouldn’t meet your eyes
I’d just keep on going, Then I’d smile

Because… in the end, right wins over wrong
And I didn’t know that, Until the end of this song


Details | Nonet | |

The Leaving Bride


I watched her as she walked down the isle
Divine in a dress purely white
To meet with the man she loved
And to pledge him her heart.
I will miss her smile
Her kindly ways
Forever
I am
Lost


Details | Sonnet | |

River Deep, Mountain High

How do we ever know whom we've come to know
All we see is their periphery, externally on show
But what resides from within, can be River Deep, Mountain High
With levels we can't seem to count, internally they cry

Internally they cry, into a world we can't comprehend
It's no wonder they appear like this, if me, I'd be round the bend
One minute their world seems so right, suddenly a darkness descends
All it took was explainable, but a different signal they send

A different signal they send, yet it's receiver appears to know
What was there originally no longer appears to show
Just like a pendulum swinging, to the left and to the right
No middle happy medium, for when it stops out goes their light

When it stops out goes their light, and a darkness descends
Maybe it's what they had become, driven round the bend







http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-16.php


Details | Blank verse | |

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


Details | I do not know? | |

Cautious Love

A newly found passion, a newly found love
In there eyes the other was sent from above
An engagement after only four days
Does God work in mysterious ways?
No. I say its the foolishness of the young
Like unprepared lyrics badly sung
Don't they understand the commitment they've made?
Because responsibility and obligation have now been laid
"Do I think they'll make it?" Honestly, no
But that doesn't mean for them to pack up and go
Loves are funny and tricky things
Whoever knows what's on the other side when the doorbell rings
Caution is important and in great need
Love can be a really good or extremely bad deed
So this is what I say to my special friends
Don't be surprised if it isn't those perfect ends


Details | Rhyme | |

STRIVE 1

Life is hard, tough, rough, like a brilo-pad
Growing up, street smart was all I had
I had no choice but to turn to the hood
It's difficult trying to change for the good
What do you do when there's nowhere to turn?
Before you decide, look back, what did you learn?

Try to survive, I'm gon' do the same

Stuck in this world, heart full of pain

Money cover evil, trying to stay sane

Cash keeps flowing, like blood to the brain

Rappin' ain't like hustling, it's a whole different game

came through a struggle, my ankle got a sprain

Haters don't care, nobody gon' look out

Everybody's grillin', but this ain't a cookout

Bullets keep flyin', that's what the scare's about

Life's rough, like the stuff between tile, grout

The hood's full of hate, what happened to love

Too many little misfits, like a tiny glove

Put haters in dirt, that's what I call gardenin'

My heart's colder than water, when it starts hardenin'

Call me care-free, I ain't got no worries

Life don't always end well, like fairy-tale stories
 


Details | Monorhyme | |

Racism

Daily a victim of racism dies
While our government accuses them wrongly with lies
The air is punctuated by their screams and their cries
In response to their pleas we choose not to reply
They beg us for mercy, they beg us to try
But we simply say you're just another guy
They take it with courage but tears wet their eyes
For the world sits in silence and cares not for their lives


Details | Limerick | |

Life on the corner

There once was this girl who was pretty
Who resided in New York City
Got mugged Friday night
Weak attempt at a fight
Life as a harlot is such a pity


Details | Senryu | |

a lonely walk

a lonely walk while
shoulders brush on crowded streets
get out of my way


Details | I do not know? | |

I'm Tired Of It All

I'm tired of the lies,
I'm tired of the deceit,
I'm tired of the rumors,
I'm tired of it all.

I'm tired of the pain,
I'm tired of all the heartaches,
I'm tired of the break-ups,
I'm tired of it all.

I'm tired of the hatred,
I'm tired of the sadness,
I'm tired of the anger,
I'm tired of it all.

I wish everything was perfect.
I wish everyone could get along.
I wish all the negative things in the world could be tossed away.
I wish, I wish, I wish...but this is reality, and here...NOTHING is perfect.


Details | Rhyme | |

Get out of my Heart

I lay, dripping, soaked within a dark sweat,
seeing and hearing your soft voice abet.
I want to run, to leave this merciless realm,
but you pull me closer, without a choice at helm.
Get out of my dreams.

I miss you, but I hate you, every last memory.
You taunt my every being, you’re all that I see.
I see you in the crowds, or when I’m all alone.
You’re here and there, on your heartless throne.
Why couldn’t you stay?
Get out of my life.

I hear your laughter and see your beautiful smile.
Once so beautiful, now helping others with guile.
You’re now decayed, withering into shallow dust.
I loved you so much, and never again will I trust.
Get out of my head.

Tears I weep, when others aren’t around to see –
I remember the days, the months and years I bleed.
I try to forget, and to hate you and your choices.
But all I can hear are these damn forgiving voices.
Maybe I am what you proclaim me to be.
Was I really that monster, that demon you see?
I hate what I love and love what I hate.
I try to erase our past, and to claim it our fate.
But I can’t let go, you’re all that I hear and see.
I wished you could have loved, that loathsome “me”.
Get out of my heart.


Details | I do not know? | |

CHALLENGE

Day and night,
I think about the truth,
Behind those hidden curtains,
Trying hard to understand,
How He thinks and do things,
Why is that that our mind so small,
Its hard for us to think beyond? 
Why did He made everything complicated for us?

I sat down my dad called,
To make me face the reality,
My heart started beating fast,
And tears run down my cheeks,
As if there was hail,
I didn't know what to say,
He told me he might not last long,
How am I going to see him?
He is on the other-side of the world?
I am worried about him,
I wish I could die with the people who I love,
I am scared to loose them
And the hard part is I dont know my dad,
I miss him!

I feel like time is close by,
And I didn't live my life as if I wish to,
I can't because things are not the same,
When I see an apple on the tree,
It feels like blood dropping beside my eyes,
I feel strange in this world,
I don't think or see the things I used to,
I stand amongst people who are changed,
In a bad way and yet the worst hasn't begun!

I can't even write my poems the same,
I can't make it rhyme anymore,
I feel like I am all alone in this,
I feel like this is a big challenge,
And I am lost in middle of no where,
I feel like nobody understands,
When the words come out my mouth,
All they hear is bluh! bluh! bluh!
I am disparate to find someone who I can talk to,
Yet I am scared to trust anybody,
I been hurt so many times,

I dont even know how to end this poem if you called it,
I have so much anger that is in me,
That no matter what I say there is still more,
That will never end,
One thing I know is I hate to be here,
And live in a place full of strangers, selfish liars, and untrusted people!


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Two seeds

Unimaginable product of two seeds of life.
An incredible fruit of destined sweethearts.
So blessed by the Creator to come to life.
Truly! I am a masterpiece of nature's art.

Fortunate I am to have the chance of a lifetime
to ever walk above the land of the living,
to have a room to behold the sky and the earth
after conceived for awhile in the womb 'till birth.

On the other hand...

Unfortunate for those young defenseless innocents
for they wasn't given a chance by their merciless parents.
These unborn we're unjustly deprived of life in the womb.
Limbo - could be their waiting cradle,straight into the tomb.

You shall not kill. A commandment that was violated.
Conscience, no escape, be prepared to be haunted.
Murder is a crime subjected to punishment.
Every man, think of the last end to face judgment.

Indeed, loss of the sense of sin is the sin of the century.
Prevailing not what ought to be, but 'twas immorality.
What happened to God-given man's rationality?
Seems polluted by worldly toxins, agree?


Details | Free verse | |

Color of a Man's Character

The Color of a Man’s Character
We all bleed
And cleave to 
Those we leave

We all smile when we are greeted
And cry when we are mistreated

Why do we choose to abuse others 
For the color of their skin?

Why do we think that only 
Our own color should win?

We’re all the same underneath 
We all deserve peace 
When we lay down to sleep

Love one another while you can
Show your son how to be gracious
The color of a man’s character 
Is how he treats his fellow Man.


Details | Rhyme | |

Buried love

He is sleeping in my bed unsuspecting,
As I sneak out the back door again.
I stalk across the dimly lit garden,
Stricken with guilt, remorse, heart-piercing pain.
 
Even during blissful moments in his arms,
Your face flickers in the reflection in his eyes.
I close mine only to see your face again,
In the blackness, dark as night skies.
 
How can I be happy with someone else,
When thoughts of you haunt me, asleep or awake?
How can I smile up at him,
When its your features I'm trying to remake?
 
Even though he makes me happy,
Its nothing compared to the joy you brought me.
I start the car and stare at the lucky charm,
Remembering when you said, my happiness it will guarantee.
 
I guess it never did work,
Because now I'm sitting in this empty car,
Wondering how things could have gone this wrong,
When we had promised stay together upon a solitary star.
 
I'm driving down the familiar road,
Wishing an accident would take away this pain.
Better a quick unfortunate incident,
Than a slow death, plagued by guilt, going a little insane.
 
Walking through the wrought iron gates,
I cant help remembering the many times I've sneaked out.
Each time I reach the graveled path,
If you're worth the trouble, I doubt.
 
But I cant help stalking out the house,
You've become my obsession, my pilgrimage.
Praying silently he never finds about you,
For I'm sure he'll have me put in a cage.
 
I feel the steady calm rising as I near you,
Your voice is in the wind, the rustle of the leaves.
I can hear my heart beat in my ears,
I move to your headstone among the other graves.
 
As usual I trace the engraved heart,
Let a few tears slip and lie down on your cover.
Wishing the block of marble between would disappear and so,
For the last time I could see my sunshine, my one true lover.
 
- Miliya Parveen


Details | Couplet | |

Dirty Dan

<                             Driving along in my automobile
                               Seen homeless man holding sign will work for his meals

                               Should I stop or should I just Go !
                               Should I give Or Should I just say hell No !

                              But what if that was me
                              Crying out with such pitty

                              Not knowing where to get next meal
                              Three kids crying at worn out heels

                             Cardboard boxes to call our home
                             Dumpster diving for pieces of foam

                             Think I'll give him a piece of my pot
                             Opened wallet and gave him alot

                             A nice twenty came on out
                             Wiped out was his sadden pout

                              
                             Drove by an hour later
                             Homeless camp wiped off roadmarks slatter

                             
                             Wonder where dirty Dan had now roamed
                              Just hope he finds a better suitable home


Details | I do not know? | |

poems

poems of love 
poems of hate 
closing doors
 and clicking gates 

Gates of white 
Gates of blue
 all beg for something new
 
something new
  something old
 something saying lets be bold 

i  know you
 and i know something you 
would like to do 

 so take my hand 
and lets leave behind the seas
 and the sand
 
 fly to a new beginning 
leave all these people we watch 
sinning
 


Details | Quatrain | |

Fallen Victim

I have fallen victim so many times
To nobody's fault except only mine.
I will ask for forgiveness and have faith,
Even though I feel like I am not saved.


Details | Free verse | |

The Day my Daughters Grow Up

Yesterday
I could see their births as if it was just
Yesterday
A time when all I knew was love 
Yesterday
I’d no thought for tomorrow, just the day
Yesterday
How they changed the world in every way
Yesterday

Little smiles
How they melted this man, their father’s heart
Little girls
How they instantly became a needed part
Little hands
That held tightly to the palm of mine
Little babies
How they’ll always be this man’s sunshine
Little girls

But when they grow up
 I’ll be so sad…
My world will then lose 
the babies I had…
I’ll have just the memories 
of their touch…
The day my daughters… 
grow up…

Maybe
They’ll never fall in love with any boy
Maybe
But, then they’ll never learn of all that joy
Maybe 
They’ll wait until they reach old forty two
Maybe
But, that’s a dream that won’t come true
Maybe

But when they grow up
 I’ll be so sad…
My world will then lose 
the babies we had…
I’ll have just the memories 
of their touch…
The day my daughters… 
grow up…

One day I will walk them down the aisle
They’ll look at me with that little girl smile
I’ll do everything to hold back the tears
Forced by the memories of all their years

The day my daughters… 
grow up…

One day
When I am old and they come to visit me
One day
I’ll still see them as kids, though with families
One day
Despite age, they’ll always be my little girls
One day
Is every day that I’m alive in this world
One day

The day my daughters… 
grow up…
Is the day, 
I’ll grow up…too


Details | I do not know? | |

New York Rodeo

No 8 second ride for these cowboys tonight
As they start in the morning, losing daylight
Their hats are now ties, tethering true
Not breathing in clean air as faces turn blue

Their motive, the green, but not of a pasture
Not men of free will, but now slaves to a master
When the bell rings, it’s chaos, not for a meal
It’s a dog eat dog city, with true faces concealed

They’re just…

Cardboard cowboys in a concrete canyon
Riding steel horses, reigning in their abandon
Letting loose bridles, for no horses they ride
Spending their days, cooped up, deep inside

It’s a sad way
And a sad day
For New York cowboys

Their fishing hole yonder’s now polluted with clutter
As their southern boy drawl’s replaced with a stutter
No chaps and no stirrups, no boots and no jeans
Their lives are now over, at the end of their means

The bull that they ride are the very stories they tell
From wall to wall bouncing, not sitting a spell
They are always in a hurry, no time for the rose
Not much of a cowboy or anything, I s’pose


They’re just…

Cardboard cowboys in a concrete canyon
Riding steel horses, reigning in their abandon
Letting loose bridles, for no horses they ride
Spending their days, cooped up, deep inside

It’s a sad way
And a sad day
For New York cowboys


Details | I do not know? | |

I am...

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







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


Details | Light Poetry | |

An Uncaring World

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

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

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

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

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



Details | Haiku | |

Carnations

Rows of carnations
children grab, defying rule
time withers with them.


© ~JSLambert  2011


Details | Alliteration | |

One Among Many part 1

Chapter 1 
As but only one young lost man in a great land I sometimes don’t want to see what I see in life but death causes me to look. I don’t want to hear the things I hear but have to admit the things here that I’ve heard. I don’t want to be guilty today it’s why I continue to strive past my past for innocence in the near future. I don’t want to feel what I feel but after another day in this dark place has gone by I can’t hide what I have painfully felt. As but one young man I wonder why I question others motives and still can’t see the answers to my own as if I know all the answers to life when I don’t even know the true cause of my own. I wonder why I am happier at times but more often than not why I continue to be sad. I look for ones in groups of twos and get lost in groups of threes, but don’t get even me started on the groups of fours. On the outside world I am lost yet inside myself I know I am found, I holler silently at night while I quietly pray during the day. As but only one young man I can only do what is best for self-first if I want to start making a difference for two. 
Sometimes life for one can be fun, but on the reservation more often than not it is boring and dull. On the reservation I found serenity and solitude in the hills but I also found old savages and young Satan’s in the towns. I see beauty and peace in Mother Nature but I also found violence and ugliness among my very own in the neighborhood. I see not what I see and I think not what I think for I feel what I see which leads me to think. I choose rather to just be rather than not be what other people want me to be. I see what I see because I haven’t really got a choice in what I will see, I’d rather choose to just say that I saw. Outside people can’t make one see what I already choose not to see for I see what I see rather if they want me to see things their way or not. I can’t feel what they feel unless they feel what I feel and live where I live and be where I am to know where I truly am from to understand the thoughts and feelings of not only a young native of struggle, but as a person worldwide no matter the skin color.


Details | Rhyme | |

Seeking accompany

Seeking accompany- Zamreen Zarook
 
I kick to wonder what made me to cry,
Am really writing as a fry,
Myself launch to be dry,
This ink will be a victim for my cry.
 
What really went wrong with me all these day,
What made e to forget my last day,
I realized I jumped out of my track yesterday,
So I regret for that, what is called as present today.
 
Happiness have started to wave hands for this sinner,
Sadness have started to move inner,
The faults that I considered as miner,
So far changed as a miner of a winner.
 
My face was a comparison to sunlight,
Where as my routine changed it to moon light,
I wish to get that twilight,
As a sinner I started to search for that enlight.
 
I started to enjoy what is right,
I remade my faults as a kite,
I wished it would fly apart from my  sight,
My system said, you are free from your rubbish weight.
 
It proved that I always should depend on god,
In whatever the variation of my mood,
He is there to clear my victorious road,
So, I started to live according to His code.


Details | Rhyme | |

STRIVE 2

Life is hard, tough, rough, like a brilo-pad
Growing up, street smart was all I had
I had no choice but to turn to the hood
It's difficult trying to change for the good
What do you do when there's nowhere to turn?
Before you decide, look back, what did you learn?

Out-of-control, like an untamed beast

If I should fall, I'm gon' rise like yeast

Got the game in submission, fools better tap-out

On the road to success, ya'll on a different route

I'm shootin' up haters, more than a heroin addict

Ain't talking 'bout electricity, but it helps prevent static

Like a ship's anchor, I'm gon' hold it down

No matter the outcome, I'ma' stand my ground

I tried turning right, but end up going left

Already living in hell, so what's worst after death

Fast life, gotta' slow down, like I'm in a school zone

Made amends with people I ripped off, like clothes being sown

Searching life's meaning, can't find it in the dictionary

Gotta' change, or end up caged like a canary

Got a pocket full of green, like a bowl filled with lettuce

Satisfied, 'bout to end my run, so roll-the-credits


Details | Free verse | |

Under Construction

I am in this world
But, I am not of this world
I walk beside you
But I am not your friend
You greet me warmly
But, you never let me belong
I am just a creature
In the oasis of fairytales

I am as disenchanted with you
As you are with me
But, you need me
And I need you
It’s a destructive cycle
I am a creature
In this oasis of fairytales

I hear the thunder
Within my soul
But, I cannot dance
There’s one you see
Who holds the key
And she’ll never let me out
I am a creature
In this oasis of fairytales



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Details | Rhyme | |

Three Times Betrayal

Hopes and dreams been ripped away, Along with friends who weren't so true. Some kinds of love just cannot stay In hearts whose vision's over-due. I've said, "Really, you don't treat me well and you've truly hurt my heart." Asking, simply, for a sorry, Before our friendship's torn apart. I hope I musn't step aside, And disregard our lovely past. . But it seems as if their choice is pride, And they'd rather that our love not last. What shallow 'motion in their souls, And hardened cold sincerity. A friendship once had burned with fire, Now nothing but some crackling coals It now has shown so clear to me.


Details | I do not know? | |

You're my what....?!

           This is not my WORLD.

           You're my WORLD.

           You're my EVERYTHING.

           You're the FLOWERS, the GRASS, 

           You're my THOUGHTS,

           You're my EVERYTHING.
            
           This is not my WORLD.
           You're my WORLD.
                     
          So now.....
                be part of my.....
                                    LOVE.



                  *please comment if you don't mind, i'd really like to know your thoughts 
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                                                            -Angel4eva23


Details | Rhyme | |

A Cry For Help

During the devestation of Hurricane Katrina in New Orleans, Louisiana. Haunting memories 
of a nightmare that will never be forgotten.



All through this great nation,
screaming voices of isolation,
echoing cries of the weak,
along the crossroads of smothering August heat.
No dignity as death unfolds,
wing whipped city, a sinking bowl.
Just for the record and made to be known,
slow to respond to my drowning soul,
with hope for life in a sinking bowl.
The last breath taken with misery,
and just for the record, history.


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Remains Of A Driveway

Through you I seek to know:
What happened once below?

You ferns of resistance, I see you
Mixing it upward with 
A firm stance. 
(Such steely green weeds
Do smirk indeed
Above the empty path of horizon’s eye,
Blackened to nowhere).

What, though, do I see in you?

(A path lies vacant and wanting,
A land once named upon a dream;
A barren place now daunting,
Neglected and unseen).

Where is your truth?

(Does it rest within your clumsy bud’s dance
With a tertiary sky,
Or a raucous from your stem’s windward need 
To lead)?

Oh No.

I do believe:
It is your roots of defiance!

To know Home in no shame;
To forge through scarred soil with no blame!

Such courage you have:
To reap the shifting tar of fickle men, 
And safely hasten away 
From the notion of never again!

(Thirty some years have stood and fell
Yet…
Your quiet presence lives to tell
This hell,
Once known,
As Love’s canal).  

Oh eager green,
 I wish you well.


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Chicken Karma

Written in 04 when there was a chicken flue scare...Peter

Chicken Karma.

Chickens fighting back with Karma
Coming down with chicken flue.
People watching all those years now
{people being me and you}
Watching all those cruel fellows
I'm the same I watched it too.

Creatures kept in little cages
Beaks cut off to make them meek.
Never seeing sunny weather
No room to move, of this I speak!!
And now us folk be getting worried
That chicken flue our deaths will seek.

Well I be saying "ain't my fault"
But me, I've ate that chicken too.
And I knew what folk were doing
I'd seen the cruel things they do
And now that karma's getting closer
Will the world go down with chicken flu?.

Dec 30 2004.


Details | I do not know? | |

For Men Everywhere One Billion Rising

1 Billion Rising.

For Men Everywhere.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

Stop!

Stop the abuse!

Of grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Listen!

Listen to the voices!

Of grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Think!

Think of how you treat,

grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Act!

Act now to change yourself!

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when you stop,

the violence,
the abuse,
the rape.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

is perpetrated by,

grand-fathers,
colleagues,
boyfriends,
husbands,
nephews,
brothers,
partners,
fathers,
uncles,

men,

all men.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when us men stop,

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

today, now.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!


Details | Elegy | |

My Kashmir Burns (Part 1)

I picture Kashmir through lightened KL. News of another massacre darkens my eyes
Winds are thirsty there. They continue to taste the young blood.
I groom myself with exquisite things,
Sipping ice tea in ac room, I comfort myself
And Kashmir burns. Kashmir set ablaze

I can smell the warm blood of beaten corpse
Where from winds bought this smell. Somewhere Karbala reborn.
Mosques are being slammed
There windows stoned. And the black boots leave their footprints on Mimber
Even God judges on evidence
There is one Imaam left now; he hides her daughters in his shadow
A blunt knife in his hands; soon he will sacrifice them to keep their innocence
Kashmir is burning. Kashmir is bleeding
And I write.

Army jeep chases the tracks. To find the associated bodies
They are alive now. Soon they will be dead
From Patan to Sopor, And in narrow passages of nostalgic downtown
Ghosts of curfew
Haunt the houses for young souls.

From the Kupwara cantonments, search lights chase emptiness
Nothing is left now. Search lights can’t see inside the graves
A boy there went missing for two days. His father starts digging his grave.
I put my earphones on and I close my eyes. I sleep
While my Kashmir is ablaze
“It’s me poor farmer’s son. Kupwara’s charm, I feel no pain”.
I see him so alive in my dreams.
He chants songs of Mahjoor from his burnt lips. My hands shiver. He has no finger nails.
I see his smoke tanned skin. Same as that of Khayam’s barbeques
He stands at a distance from me. I can still smell kerosene
“Tell my mother to let her heart become cold. Her heart will not bear my state.
Tell my mother to let her eyes become blind. Her eyes will not withstand my sight.”
I follow him towards his tortured body. He tells me to follow the spilled blood.
His blood has made its own Jhelum. I row on it. Until it gets lost in black boots
The story will turn into legend. I find his body no more.

On the streets silence prevails. Nobody has permission to wail.
Sisters are beatifying coffins while brothers look for stones.
For bullets there will be stones
Kashmir is ablaze. She is wailing in grotesque tones.
In Lal Ded hospital a new born cries: Father register me at cantonment then take me out
Death is recruiting in dozens at a time.
Tomorrow is curfew. Death has no curfew pass.
How they want to identity you. Becomes your identity
People burn up all you identity cards.


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The Ugliness Of Divorce


My parents taught me the Christian ways.
I was taught to obey what the Bible says.

I was proud of my parents!  I really was!
And loved them so much…  Just because!

They meant everything to me!  I was proud!
Until one day...  There appeared “a dark cloud.”

It was like a “darkness” hovered above.
Leaving their marriage empty of needed love!

Though they were together many years.
There were many cracks that soon appeared.

I say a once happy home soon destroyed.
Being with one another….  They no longer enjoyed!

How could this happen! I had wondered…
To see a happy marriage “totally plundered

As sin crept in...  And allowed to prevail.
Very soon this marriage simply failed.

May this be a warning for me and you…
That our commitment remains faithful and true!

If your marriage is heading toward separation…
Please seek God for a healing and restoration!

If your planning to have a divorce..
Jesus’ love can put it on the right course!

He can replace the brokenness and hurt within..
And can put your lives back together AGAIN!

By Jim Pemberton


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Starcrossed Tragedy

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


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A SCARY DREAM OF DANTE'S INFERNO

I have had many frightening visions
of demons pulling me down into the infernal abyss:
to burn and torment my bound and shivering body...
as Dante envisioned it in his Divine Comedy.


Ah, Popes, Presidents, Kings, enemies and friends made no apologies...
they were glad to see me join them in their cell!
I accursed them even in that place called," Hell ."
And that gave me an opportunity to write many appropriate analogies.


" My flesh will burn, not my spirit! " I desperately hollered.
" This is not a place where I should pay for my earthly sins!"
" Eternal fire and condemnation are wrong!" I protested.
" God loves everyone, and He only demands repentance!"


Finally, that dreadful vision ended at the coming of the sunrise,
I found myself on Earth witnessing the wonders of Paradise!


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Eclipse Of The Soul

Eclipse Of The Soul
By: Noel N. Villarosa


Plants harmonize to the sun to bring life aglow
And to rest at the night’s luminary
The sea is waiting for the wind to blow
And serve as cradle for fish hatchery

And mankind, on the hustle and bustle of each day
Gyrate on a merry-go-round, so tedious
Withal, a wishy-washy self
And a thrall of his own fear
Thither that place called ‘hades’
And in his dream the edelweiss and wisteria
Go down to ecocide
The fierce billow has taken many billet doux
Into a forlorn land
Pensive for a homing pigeon to carry his thought to God
That once awaken, a harmonica is playing
And a new paradise for dwelling
Many at threescore are not contented
And praying for a longer life
But many committed blasphemy so umpteen
And now yelling for the forgiveness of sin
And the fracas he brought to nature

Now mankind is waiting for the great covenant
For the realization of life, truth, and love as above all
And the destruction of sin, sickness, and death
Before he sees the complete eclipse of his soul


Written and posted in voicesnet.com poetry site: 28 October 2009 


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When Death Calls

When death calls, all is forgotten.
Chores are left undone.
Paintings are left unpainted.
Poems are left unwritten.
Suicidal ideation fantasizes.
The illusion of escapes rules.
Then, I go to the garden
Planting from dawn to dusk,
Escaping self-destructions.
One more time, I painfully wait 
So God can call me to eternity.
Tomorrow, flowers will bloom.
Photographs will be taken.
Life will be made full
Until the ideation returns
...to suck out my joy.


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From Heaven: A Letter From Your Angel

I probably shouldn't be thinking this, but there is so much I regret...
so much I won't get to say, so much I left unsaid -
I wanna tell you that I love you. I wanna tell you that I need you.
I wanna lay in your arms and whisper,"Don't Let Go."
Though this place is wonderful in all it's glory, it's not what you'd expect.
It's as beautiful as people claim and the sights can take your breath away.
The colors are so much brighter and the stars are just outside.
The ground is soft as feathers and twice as light,
but amazing though these wonders are without you here heaven's not quite right.
I probably shouldn't be writing this, but there is so much I regret...
so much I won't get to say, so much I've left unsaid...
And communicating just gets so much harder when you're an angel and your dead -
I wanna tell you that I love you. I wanna tell you that I need you.
I wanna lay in your arms, be as close as we can get, and whisper,"Don't Ever Let Go."
Beacuse even with all its glory this place isn't as great as people said it would be...
And as amazing as it is to sit upon the clouds
I'd rather be on the ground standing right there next to you
because heaven's not heaven if  its a heaven without you.
But it's too late...I'm already gone. I'm just an angel in heaven really missing you...
And I can't tell you that I love you. I can't tell you that I need you.
I can't lay in your arms forever and whisper,"Don't Let Go."
All I can do is leave this letter on you door step and hope it gets to you.
And when someone asks if  you're doing okay
Remember to look up into the sky, smile at me, and tell them"Your doing all right.
Because the little angel that left you behind is watching over you
and doing her best to keep those tears from falling and that smile from ever dying."
When you get home tonight and read the letter that says"  From Heaven"
I hope you don't cry a single tear and realize that 
I dropped this letter on your doorstep to remind you how much I still really love you.


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Jesus My Life Is One HUGE Embarrassment


For many years... My life has been an embarrassment! Filled with hopelessness and discouragement! Many things I thought I had enjoyed... Have left in me... A large and empty void! Many nights, I would cry myself to sleep. Knowing the hole my life was in, was very, very deep. Then one day, I called out to God! I wasn’t sure if he’d listen! My family, my old church, I was now missin'. My family prayed for me for so many years. I often brought them embarrassment and tears. God... I tried everything else... I want to come back to you! I need you now Jesus! I really do! Please come into my heart, and cleanse me within! Set me free from all addictions and sin! I know that you will never let go of my hand. My whole life, on your word, I shall now stand. Only you can satisfy the emptiness in my soul! I am now complete, satisfied, and made whole! By Jim Pemberton


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What Is The Reason

What is the point
When dark is dark
And light is day

What is the reason
To sit down to write
With little to say

When you were here
Thoughts had all hope
With little to pay

All that was good
Had left me and should
A middle tone gray

But black is black
And now I can see
I'm headed that way


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I aked God, and He answered

As I knelt in prayer the other night, I asked God….
“Why is there so much suffering in the world?”
I believe He answered me and said…

Free will is a fact of life. It can bring you joy or sometimes strife. It’s up to you to make the choice, But if you pray, you’ll hear my voice. I can’t explain, my dear, He said, as I knelt beside my bed. Our lives are NOT a matter of fate. You may CHOOSE hell or the pearly gates. Now my dear, rest your head, And tuck yourself inside your bed. Have no worries, have no fear. Just simply know that I am here! Michelle D. ©6/15/06


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45th- BLANK

there are 2 blank cards
in the angel card deck so
today I'm "depressed"

for this to be the 
best country in the whole world
today it looks sad

just happy that I 
was a member of the age
of Aquarius

our best hour was 
revolution of 60's
created big change

now elephants rule
just capitalistic pigs
love hear themselves squeal



Details | I do not know? | |

Forever Angel

FOREVER ANGEL.

Right?

There is always an angel there by your side at all times. 

Even if you don't see or hear the angel, its always there.
 
Their there for you when things get tough. Right there by your side with an arm around your 
sholder.

                           (God didn't promise that life would be easy.
       But he did promise that he will be by your side every step of the way.)

 If you just think about this when you're alone, you'll relize that you not alone.
                
 
*please comment if you like or just have a thought. (or fav poem if you like*                       

                                   -Angel4eva23


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Blinded

Branded, like a cigarette
crushing flesh to the bone
paralysed by fear
though you struggle on your own
your ego 's got you wary
while your mind's in control
shut empty and on edge
Oh Down you go

No formal introduction
to a girl without a face
arms stretched out wide
consoles me with her grace
she says, she's got the answer
to any kind of pain
medicated love
pyrotechnics for the flame

Guess i am
your muse my friend
oh Yes I am
she says ... 


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

A Hertfelt Cry

He raises his  voice louder and louder it goes

I beg him stop, stop ,please stop

He grabs me, he pushes me

The more I beg him to stop, the angrier he becomes

I slap him thinking it will stop him

Oh so wrong I am, his anger deepens

He hits me again and again

The pain  oh so strong I tell only one, his sister

Soon too be mine if  this, this pain  I can endure

I cry often for I love him so

I cry often for I can't  take his pain away

Oh Lord place your heeling hands on the one I love so

 Ease  his pain, give him strength to let go of his past 

Show him your love so he can truly love again





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Child Abused

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


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Last Night This Canalbank Was Home

Last night, this canal bank was home
I see the tossed newspapers blow
And a solitary brown blanket lie
Where not all that long ago
Someone slept... but they were not camping
This was home last night
And, as I approach the bridge
I see him sitting there... on my right...

Hes old and weezened, lights a cigarette
Or at least his best to do so he does try...
And I ever the Christian full of compassion
Keep my distance and hurry by.


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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


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The Moment of Atonement

My Dear World,
I owe you an apology;

Forgive me
for I have distorted thee:
lying passionately,
I failed to accept you
by chimera deceptional
I wanted to surmount you
believing myself
to be exceptional.

Forgive me My World
my bitterness,
narcissism
and selfishness;
for a fool I was
since the truth 
was consciously unknown to me
thus calamitious the discovery would be.

Please forgive me
all the souls my ambition eradicated,
all the feelings my sharp tongue destroyed,
all the emotions my cold heart repudiated,
for how much all those deeds I enjoyed.

I was then infected;
the infection seemed incurable
as I wanted it to be -
or wasn't I aware how diseased I was?

My Dear World,
I owe you an apology;

Forgive me
my blindness
to the beauty of life;

With myself in centre
I would not look around
for distorted was my perception
by a deceitful projection
of perfect me in faulty universe.



My Dear World,

Thank you
for
instant recovery of my senses,
the wisdom you blessed me with,
the pain myself was redefined through.

Yester year
I reached the deepest depth
slowly losing my pride -
my psyche was nearing death
in plight I could hardly abide -
I understood a mere human I am.

Now I laugh
enjoying my life
every day forsooth
heartily 
and with ruth.



Thank you
My Dear World
Please, forgive me.


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No Parachutes,safety nets,souls,or hope

Love is whispered and not forgotten
If this be so
I deaf to soft lipped invitations seek no thought of hope
I of no past collection hold thought
To forget is gruesome and beautiful

My eyes, swift allies in my war of world tell no lies

Silent in the 4 walled chalkboard blue
Shakespearean mad men twist their tongues with words of bland hue

I believe the concept of Ugliness is more profound than that of beauty
Dreams of my bladed face fill up behind my eyes...scratching my mind

Nothing goes SURPRISE! anymore
To love and lose is not the exciting protagonist to never having lost love

the optimists run in circles
pretenders of despair hunt themselves

Every street is Desolation row and my window is covered with blood

Nothing comforts anything
No advice

....just surprises


Details | Monorhyme | |

As I Lay At The Streets...

I closed my eyes and slipped into the world.
Where the valley was green and the sun rays gold.
As I walked the grass my feet felt cold;
My heart felt a warmth unseen, untold.

I walked to the stream and wondered why,
The real world was uglier, as i watched the birds fly.
Why a murderer would kill, why a lover betray?
Why a soldier joined battles, but his family would stay?

Why a man could discriminate black and white?
Why the world could never overcome the selfish-tide?
Why could I find pleasure in only my dream place?
Why contentment touched, only the ocean's surface?

I turned exhausted and began to gasp for air,
I could feel the darkness come, which was never there.
I knew from within that this world would be gone;
When I am back awake, my clothes will still be torn...


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Onomatopoeia, Oddly Enough

When the moonlight's right, 
and the earthy smell of lavender 
lifts to meet a deep, evening breeze, 
and memories under long ago leaves, 
begin to fill the empty present 
with sensations of our first kiss, 
I have trouble moving an inch 
into my future. I miss its echoes. 


Details | Didactic | |

Second Thoughts

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

Then we think
‘I should have…’

We look back
And we can’t see

It walked away -
We let it be

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

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

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

One day we will forget-
The day when we die


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Life From A New Perspective

The outfits we wear only tare down who we are
our faces are glued to the mask we made in the dark
we hide our passion, to blend in the crowd
And suffocate the soul that trying to get out
So we walk our way through this world of depression
Victims in a maze of deception
Up becomes left and right becomes wrong
When life hands us lemons, we write a sad song
We hate our chances, but remember our falls
Cut short of glory, to scared to stand tall
Poor attempts to escape the nightmares
That Laso and ranggled us into damsels of fear
With our imaginations gone wild
We conjure up the life that could of been now


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War

War today is all around
The four winds carry its awful sound
And people fight people so more men die
My only question is just why?

They have a war on terror and a war on drugs
A war on peace and even on love
And mans obsession with killing his fellow man
Is out of control all over this land

As we point our guns at our neighbour's land
Are we really so different or just like lines in the sand
Lines that shift and disappear over time
were not lines were people thats why i write this rhyme


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They

They pronounce to me there is but no ordinary
Then how is it that being dissimilar achievable?
They notify me everyone is diverse
Then is it that being diverse to be ordinary?

They advise to me there is no flawlessness 
But is perfection attainable?
They inform me it is once you do everything acceptably 
So what happens when everything is accepted inaccurately?

They tell me an assortment of things
They inquire about my thoughts
But I have learned time after time to declare to ‘them’:
I want to be the me I once sought


Details | I do not know? | |

Crazy in love

Another day, another beginning,
I begin the morning chanting,
Hoping that repeating my wish,
It would come true.
 
I sit at the sun-bathed breakfast table,
Remembering the times you sat across with a grumble.
The other times when you would put yours arms around me,
As I set the morning spread.
 
I walk into our memories-filled bedroom,
I remember as I put on your favourite perfume,
The first time you carried me across the threshold,
We were so in love, the newly-wed couple.
 
But I also remember the shadowed memories,
When you would hit me disregarding my pleas.
The times you would turn away in bed,
Refusing to speak to me, pretending to be a statue.
 
I dress in your favourite colours,
And take in a bit of one of your liqueurs.
Hoping it will give me the strength I need,
To face you, my husband, my weakness, the love of my life.
 
I walk out, closing the door behind me,
Wondering in what mood will you be,
I think of the times you'd say you're sorry,
The times you'd say you love me.
 
Times when you'd reach out and touch my cheek,
You'd say you miss me, that you're growing weak.
You want to come back home,
You'd say you're ready that you're okay.
 
I feel my eyes tear up as I think of the worse,
Times when you'd scream yourself hoarse,
When you'd pull my hair and tell me to get out,
Ending up in me running out crying.
 
Yet I come back every day,
For the better days I pray.
Sometimes we would sit staring into each others eyes,
Other times you would act like you don't know me.
 
But I cant help coming back to you,
Returning to the pain no matter what you do.
Sometimes I'm sure this is true love,
Other times i hate you for what you've done to me.
 
On some bad days I swear I'm never coming back,
The days when you hit me blue and black.
On good days I swear I'll never leave you,
The days you whisper sweet things and hold me tight.
 
Nevertheless i come every day,
Hoping everything will soon be okay.
The nurses stare in wonder, they don't understand,
This mad love in the psychiatric ward.
 
- Miliya Parveen


Details | I do not know? | |

What people might think

People may say that i am a spoiled little brat.
    Only becuase they see what they wan't to see.
   We all have been through things in our life time that we just want to forget, but we just can't  seem to forget.

My mom has put me through many things "but lets not say" in the past.  And i have learned from some of those things.  It made me a stronger person inside and outside. 

  I don't know my father at all. I wasn't even born when my mom was around him.
 But i have a loving family.

I would never change my past even if i had the chance.  Becuase if i did then i wouldn't be 
where i am now.

 People who are out there that are judging people based on how they act or look, are stupid. Wise up and grow up... 
Those people you judge have a GOOD reason for the way they look or act.
 And maybe they need some one there to talk to. To get things off their 
back.

                        Just like the saying. "Don't judge a book by it's cover"



*just something  that i had to say* :)comment if you have a thought (or fav poem if you like it)*
  
                                        


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Our Paths Have Crossed

Our paths have crossed,
When we each had our own sets of rules,
You holding to yours, 
And me thinking I must see my thru,
You had played the game longer, 
And knew better than to lose,
I played the part, 
Of only the blinded fool.

Me, thinking I was smart and not knowing how to gain,
Let you beat me,
Oh such a clever game.

The days of our speaking,
And remaining as friends,
Ended as quickly as it all began.
But with you on your side,
And me on mine,
We knew our paths would cross again,
Somewhere in time.

Now older in years and after bearing the strain,
I'm prepare to do battle again,
But this time with equal gain.

Clever you are and this much I have learned,
Don' t walk on your toes,
Or somewhere I'll get burned.

We'll help each other in our business affairs,
And make it worth our time,
But take caution when you make that first move,
To walk on mine.

Plan your moves with care,
And I'll be doing the same,
Don't expect my friendship,
Or my trust,
For this much, you'll never regain.

Through others our paths will soon cross again,
But this time I won't be in search,
Of a partner, lover nor friend.


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A Chance Encounter

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


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If We Were Back

Where once we laughed, bent over our middles,
pounding the table, or just smirking with a rueful
“Oh, my God”, sort of way, could I forget the silent beach?

Rustles of sand at my window as you walk off
hands in your pockets after our gazes met one last time
as you checked I remained alive and you had no duty

to fill any more. How could the sand slither so
beneath our feet, like an upturned timer wiping clean
wiping, wiping away our faces, our moisture,

until only the rollers were brave enough to face
me and the sand and the laughter and the quiet
and what had passed away never to return again.

Never the same river or ocean or hands awaiting
the clock of our unmaking until your rueful smile 
no longer smirks at the me that was never there
in your dreaming, and I am made who I am again. Real.

Sheri Fresonke Harper


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Loss of innocence

Houses lost, friends go away…
Then others I’ve never known…
Some areas worse, some less…
But all have seen the scar…

Empty homes with vacant eyes…
The bank will own the loan…
Won’t let lose their precious prize…
Until they’ve made a score…

A few will pass thru many hands…
Most will wait with time…
In the end we all lose…
With tears in our eyes…

The only winner any where…
Is the bank that still holds on…
There was really no doubt on this…
As the monster gobbles more…

As still so much is lost by all...


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That Place

A birth ends, another begins.

All is remembered, all is forgotten.


From struggle to splendour, from feeble to forever.

All is remembered, all is forgotten.


Will we learn today

From all whom have, the path, lay.

Will we turn the clocks of yesterday

And have it another way.


To learn to forget,

To learn to remember.

To strive only for That Place,

Where all is remembered, all is forgotten.



(In memory of R. R., 1986-2009)


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Someone Stole My Shoes

I needed to go to school that Friday Afternoon, but Someone Stole My Shoes. He Rocked my 
shoes at school thinking he was cool but everyone looked at him like he was just A fool A 
warned out used tool. He was popular always spectacular but started to be treated regular. Had so many friends but then that soon came to an end, and his friends started to become the walls  and the floors and the sky way up high. For no one would listen to his cries at night, when he had turned of his light in the middle of the night when nothing would come right. He didn't know what was happening to his life? He walked to school lifting his head up with A smile making every moment worth while, but under that smile he was mad and sad everyone at home treated him bad, even his own Mum and Dad. Sat and ate lunch in the toilets with the door locked so the jocks wouldn't knock and know that he was like A rock or A stone sitting all alone, wishing that he could go home. He cried and watched the time go by just praying that this moment of life would fly up and disappear into the beautiful blue sky. He cried and cried, contemplating on suicide. Had no more friends and bled inside his heart, no one cared to hear his part. He looked down to the ground and saw the shoes that he stole, he cried in shame and said "Im too blame". He returned the shoes to my door and left A note and he wrote, "No one Knows you Wiko, We shouldn't judge someone until we've walked in their shoes, taken A look at their view, feel the feeling of getting abused and used and being bruised and rejected feeling like your worlds be injected and infected with A disease. And Then We have every right to Judge ones life".
 
Im so sorry I Stole Your Shoes.

- Wiko Te Maru


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What If You LOST EVERYTHING



"What If... You Lost Everything?" What if your "luck has all run out?" "No one listens" no matter how loud you shout. What if your life has come to "a dead end road." You've lost everything... Even your car's been towed. What if all you have "suddenly disappeared." As the storms of life have “appeared." What if you got on your knees in prayer. Knowing there's a God who really does care. What if you gave Jesus complete control. Giving him your life, heart and eternal soul. What if Jesus gently wiped away your tears. And his peace calmed all anxiety and fears. What if you realized at this moment in time. Jesus is worth more than a large gold mine. What if he restored that you've lost & all that's been tekan. With him on board... You're never forsaken! An abundant life is that he promised to give. And he will enrich your life each day that you live! By JIm Pemberton


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Chance

Chance

By BJ Welsh

With life and living we take our chance
Nodding in agreement to a furtive glance
Waking up each day is a chance we take
That life will deliver us for Heaven’s sake
We awake each sunrise with a hope reborn
Chance seeing an other suffer and torn

It’s one other’s life you see at a glance
Hoping for approval, it’s but a chance
The life you witness as others pass
The pain inside may subside, alas
Hoping to see one as you
The chance you take to find two

Running out of time the clock is ticking
Chance there are others whose lives aren’t clicking
Great as that may be, the chance you’re all alone rises
Furtive glances from beneath disguises
Chance that hiding the pain and hurt won’t last
The agony you feel will not be fast

Chance you soon become discovered
In your waking hours its’ uncovered
You’ve lived a life of hurt and pain
 The chance you’ve taken may have been in vain 




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The reality that hurts

How many things you should give up
So they will see?
How many nights to cry, so
They will notice you?

Living with the indifference of others,
Forgetting the necessity of warmth,
Then what is this life for?
We do create by ourselves
The reality that hurts.


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They said her time had come- Death by insurance

They said her time had come
No place to run
No place to hide
No time for fun
Just an empty vessel inside
Going through the motions
Numb.
Overwhelming emotions
They said her time had come

They said her time had come
Evil coats
She wants to run
She desires to have fun
Not understanding why she can not play
It is now the month of May
Another denial letter
Another denial to get better
They said her time had come

They said her time had come
Why such looks of sorrow?
She doesn’t understand
For there is always tomorrow
Evil coats
She takes a breath
Smelling all of the flowers
No place to hide
Now literally an empty vessel inside
They said her time had come

Her time had come
Her bald head 
Just four years old
She looks to comfort from her mom and dad
Why do they look so sad?
Evil coats drag them away 
She never got that chance to go out and play
Beep. Beep. Beeep.. Bleeeeep….. 
The room floods with long white coats
Now to heaven this little girl floats
Her time had come

They said her time had come
She was just a name
No money, undeserving of fame
Easy for her to be denied
If only the suits had looked her in the eyes
Who is to blame? 
Sent to the free clinic
Now dead at four
No insurance
Ooops! What a shame…
She could have been saved
Now two parents at her grave
Once a happy family, now destroyed
Because THEY said her time had come


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Binge and Purge

Musta lost five pounds today
hunger hurts
but I suffer anyway
stomach shrinks 
along with guilt
hope this improves 
the way I'm built


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What About Us?


My father worked the plant as
his father befor.
We worked until are hands bleed and
are backs were sore.

History we made and many fine men spent there lives 
in this very place.
Founded the union.
we are the backbone not a copperate 
face.

Didnt bat a eye just said goodbye
catching the first outta town bus.
They saved there over payed asses 
but what about us.

The working class people who gave there 
sweat and tears.
A town inwhich the factory was built.
Old and young share bitter reflections over
stories passed down through the years.

More than jobs left with the closing 
of the factorys doors.
Pain echos from broken souls.
it comes into are very essense seeps into the floors.

Years of memories gone without a 
fuss.
They crunch numbers but were people.
You saved a billion but a whole town
ask's what about us?


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I Pray You're in Heaven

I never really told you how much I love you In fact, I waited way too long Time was an enemy; you were up there in years And naturally, you had to move on When I was a child, I thought you a monster I often times wished you away When voices got loud and that darkness set in In that moment, I’d cry and I’d pray I prayed you to Hell; didn’t know better Hoped God was listening that day But, I had grown up and witnessed your change Which prompted me too late to say I pray you’re in Heaven Instead of in Hell God loves you as He loves me, too I was a young child So scared of you, then If you hear me, please know this as true Hell is the place Where I would remain If angels had you under wing I’d suffer the fires Being happy there, too To know that God let you in I’m sorry I waited and now with regrets I hope you can hear me this day May you be looking and down from the clouds From up there in Heaven, I pray Your sin was your struggle, the bottle had won And I, I just couldn’t see That despite all the yelling and fear that I had You were still the best mother to me I pray you’re in Heaven Instead of in Hell God loves you as He loves me, too I was a young child So scared of you, then If you hear me, please know I love you


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Who

Ring! Ring! The ambiguous sound always stays true
My last year implacable acquaintance is renamed as “who” 
Perfidy to the fidelity is what who do

Ring! Ring! Driving to the next didactic coterie
I pass the car I will transcend, unlike poetry
Where the topic to be… who I see

Which didactic coterie is who in, unfortunately it’s mine
Since my car got a new engine and placed in a faster line
Ring! Ring! Who keyed my trunk and felt it was fine

Ring! Ring! Who I loathe to sit near
Simultaneously, those Medusa eyes should be fear
We used to drive together… as so I hear

Ring! Ring! Time to go home
The inhibition of hate is so close gone
Perfidy to the fidelity, who said it wasn’t wrong

Who wants to re-acquaint because my car has speed
Who was never a friend in need
So why should who be a friend indeed 


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Christmas 2009

Recession made Christmas harder than ever before
Family’s splitting – money the core
Dad’s leaving to live on the street
So that young hungry mouths are able to eat
That some extra cash might be in the house
and children might learn what Christmas is about?
But without Dad gone, roof would be lost
for the bills are much higher – we can’t meet the cost
No longer can the average family budget
2009, jobs lost, even working struggle to afford it
Commercialism needs to stop building hopes and dreams
Childern don’t understand you are busting at the seams
Disappointment reigns as kids outside taunt and tease
No longer we fit in we’re all on our knees
Sinking. Even love has fallen apart
We don’t want this Christmas just haven’t the heart!
Expectation lower, depressions set in
Politicians not helping the hole we’re all in
Instead raising taxes they’ll crucify more
and this miserable life could be at your door
Will someone tell them that family should be together
sharing love, life, hopes dreams whatever they weather


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Vietnam Vet

Here I now sit with my hand outstretched Hoping for a dollar but usually getting less People pass me by and pretend that I'm not here The ones that do notice me just give me some kind of sneer My minds been messed up from the chaos I have seen Every morning I wake up screaming from another bad dream I fought for our country did the best that I could do Only to come home to people asking,"who the hell are you?" So here I now sit in dirty clothes ripped and tatered In a broken down body with a brain thats been shatterd If you could spare some change but a dollar would really be best For a soldier all alone this homeless vietnam vet
Dan Kearley: 9-1-11


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life now

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


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Falling Into the Darkness

Falling in love is one thing

Falling in the darkness is another

Falling in the darkness is where time becomes to a stop

Falling in despair

The sorrows of the past comes rushing in

The faces of people around are just a blur

All you hear is the silence

The gripping silence

Where your breath becomes hasty

Everything becomes meaningless

You close your eyes and hope its a dream

But its not

Its the same old play

The same characters acting their part

Same curtain drawing in, marking the end of the play

But the play is never ending

Beging pulled into reality is just another second of escape, but 

You simply don't forget the play


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Homeless

Please help me today!!
I have walked for so long my body aches.
I travel these roads with my big back pack.
I wish that I had my old life back.
Life dealt it's cards in one short day.
I lost it all but I will be okay.
I carry this cross along the way.
I'm tired of this journey but I have hope.
I clutch my bible, a way to cope.
My cardboard box shields my head from the rain.
I have nothing to lose and nothing to gain.
I walk through the seasons of hot and cold,
with no promises to keep and no one to hold.
I'm lonely and tired and I feel so weak.
Days go by with nothing to eat.
Teardrops fall and I wipe them away.
I have no one to call and nothing to say.
I close my eyes and begin to sleep.
No dreams tonight on this hot city street.



It is very real. Is this really America? For those who don't notice are those who don't care. 
America has a real heartbreaking problem that needs to be fixed.


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The Library Sub

The librarian was granted leave
And so the sub walked in
I find it hard to trust teachers
But this sub was one of a kind
Friendly, nice, Like subs are
she recognized my talents
Opposed to the regular librarian
Mean and Strict

From the day that sub walked in
My time at the library changed
I bonded with this sub
I was ready to consider her a friend
But It had to happen sooner than later
Without saying goodbye
She left the School and gave us back our librarian
Our Cold, Bitter librarian

Shes gone now
Back to normal
I miss her
So do my friends
But she's not coming back
The librarian knows I miss her
Not that she cares
And there's a lot I would do
Just to tell her whats on my mind



:'(


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Christmas Everywhere

Is it Christmas everywhere?
Christmas parties and stuffed teddy bears.
Songs of merry Christmas delight.
Snow covered rooftops glowing at night.
Gifts of sparkling diamond rings.
Christmas memories and special things.
Holiday feasts and decorated doors.
Chocolate covered cherries, Oh! Give me more.
Trips to the mall to buy gifts galore.
Paying with plastic I depleted my stash.
Let us make a loan I need more cash.
Is it Christmas everywhere?
Are you sure without a doubt?
Because some poor child this Christmas will be without.
Give hope and love.
Give prayers and faith.
For those lonesome people on this Christmas day.
Is it Christmas eerywhere?
With war overseas?
People dying and starving,
and no shoes to cover their feet.
Is it Christmas everywhere, with so much poverty?
Families who go hungry, with nothing much to eat.
What about the homeless and natural disaster stricken lands?
It would make this Christmas merry for the wealthy to lend a hand.
With death and crying, and cold and mourning,
an unfortunate road to a path with no glory.
Oh! What a very sad Christmas story.
My home is my castle that shelters me,
but don't forget the homeless that beg on the street.
So, make this Christmas merry if you're able to give.
Share your heart with someone and allow them to live.
The best Christmas will be without a doubt,
God will bless you for giving to those who are without.


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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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Love beyond earth

Can you believe I seen love at the corner, trembling cold, naked. 
Begging the people for quilt. For warmth .
Kneeling beneath the star lite sky ,eating it self.
With no other food to be eaten. 
Its feet tar black, it seemed to have walked a far distance, 
but still walking towards people begging with persistence. 
Its left arm amputated, but still gives a lady a warm embrace,
 in return for a measly coin.Its eyes held the innocence of a baby.
Its face  bloody, with scares of a trojan warrior. 
Its heart peaking out of its chess,
 blown  by winds of foul hatred , but still enveloped with shards of loving light. 
I first helped him tuck his heart in.
 Then I asked how do you survive in this world of hatred and deadly flying arrows? love replied:i survive on shreds of love ,
for I have endured generations of wholesome  hatred .
A day turned in to weeks,weeks to months. Times of the hour glass had past and
this love in flesh i never seen again.

Until I had a dream I was on a corner,reading a tombstone.
Etched on it was, the hours of love has past,
now in the earth he lays, r.i.p love.

Love has ascended beyond( earth & hour),to dwell in eternity.


Sponsor: Nikko Palmario
Contest: Beyond Earth and Hour Writing Challenge
Hint for saving the earth:throw your garbage in a trash bin,for the( love of earth). 


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His Gentleness

He gently creeps into her room
to rest tenderly near her side
 while thoughts of melancholy zoom
 in  of his once vibrant bride
she's been there for him
so many, many years
he sniffles~and tries to hide 
the sorrow and the tears
she has been injured and hurt
but has lost the fight
she will not make it through the night
she will be in paradise by tomorrow's day
he reaches to sniff her best skirt
holds it tight~ it smells of her perfume
he drags over to the vanity to spray
her familiar scent around the room
he cradles her head within his arm
then musters an adoring smile as he whispers in her ear, 
"Time travels fast, and I will see you in a while, my dear"
He provides her warmth by stroking her hair
he wants to capture this image of her there
he wants this moment painted on the wall
so that he can always,always recall
how peaceful she seemed while adrift somewhere.

Copyright McCuen 2009


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You call yourself a father

Growing up was hard for me,
I think i grew up to soon,
I had to take charge in the big brother role,
But also i had to take hold to the father role somehow.

My mom was the only one who was there for her children,
We knew that she loved us,
She was in love with my father but he wasn't faithful,
So she found someone else who showed her true love.

My siblings never truly understood it,
I tried my best to encourage them to behave,
Which they listened but to a certain point,
Finally my mom married her true love and the caos began.

My father tried to step back in the picture,
My siblings began to side with my father not knowing the seriousness,
I decided to talk to them one-on-one but neither of them listened,
They wanted for my mom and father to be together.

One day my mother sat them down,
Telling them the hurt and pain she experienced with my father,
She explain to them the whole nine yards,
They understood then and began looking at my father differently.

Getting to the stage of middle school,
We began to see less of our father,
It was his choice...not ours,
He wouldn't call for our birthdays or holidays,

So we leaned mostly on our step-father,
They wouldn't accept him as father,
He would do all he could for us,
But instead the only one(s) who really let him be a father figure was me and the 
youngest brother.

My step-father loves my mom and has been there for her going on Fifteen years.
He is a firm talk like he's a policeman or something,
But he is a nice person.
My mom loves him and so do we.

So this is a message for all of the children out there who has a no good father....if 
your mom has a man or husband, please treat him right because he is there to 
protect your mom and you all. Thanks for listening!!


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Was it just all a DREAM?

You feel like your lost in love?
  Me. Many times.

     like when you hear his/her's voice your heart just *skips*
Or when you see them walking towards you....you can't breath.
 When you had your first kiss.  But not their's. but they still thinks it's cute.
Ya'll talk 24/7. Non stop. 
When he/she just stare's into your eyes you feel butterflies EVERYWHERE through your body.

But... when they stop talking to you, you get worried, scared.
 Or when they don't act the same way that they did when ya'll first were together.
  You don't know if its over or not. but you get confused and you can't work up the courge to 
talk to him/her.

                       Was it just all a DREAM? you'll soon find out when you talk to him/her.


*comment if you please. just want to hear your thoughts (or fav poem)* :)

                                                                              -Angel4eva23


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hello I'm here

Hello I'm here 
less than 10 miles away
Your supposed too be my family 
but yet you won't give me the time of day
You pass by my house on the way to get gas or to the store 
but yet you won't take 5 minutes too come up and knock on my door

Hello I'm alive
You can pick up the phone and call 
I wait day and night but not one ring at all
Everyone changes their numbers but no one gives it to me
I'm guessing that is because it's how you all want it to be

Oh hi there I see all of everyones online post. 
I see one uncle now a grandfather of twins also, congrats about that
one cousin bragging about track, another being a sisterly brat
a aunt who is having troubles of her own and scraping just to get by
Everyone pushes me aside, black sheep I've always been not sure as of why

Hello family I thought I was supposed to have
You have all forgotten about me but I have not you
I have nothing to offer nor food hardly in my house 
but I will pray for each and every one of you and hope that you dreams come true


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Visit My Grave

When I die,
 I know 
You will not show up in my funeral.
 But
 Whenever you miss me, 
Please take out my written journal.

 When I die,
 Perhaps 
You experience some grief.
 That is why I will leave you 
My poems,
 Perhaps 
They will give you some relieve.

 After me,
 Please keep your smile,
 Please be the same.
 If you ever forget my love,
 Please remember my name.

 I know 
You will not be in my funeral,
 Perhaps 
You will say "who cares."
 But
 In a corner of your room,
 Perhaps 
Quietly
 You will shed some tears.

 Don't feel guilty,
 For the times You hurt me,
 I have already forgave you.
 Please do the same for me,
 For the times 
I have bothered you. 

Whenever you feel down, 
Thinking the life is so tough.
 Don't forget,
 For you,
 My dead heart is still full of love.

 When I die,
 Please 
Don't cry, please be brave.
 I know you will not come to my funeral,
 But, please visit my grave. 


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Jose

Jose, the kid on the corner --
El Macho -- who knows no English
and who sells himself to eat
(being still not quite dry)
slept last night in an alley
shielded from wind and eyes
by the bulk of two dumpsters
positioned at angles to each other.
This morning, his smile's
as brilliant as sunshine.
And if he's not exactly squeaky clean,
he's only a little the worse for wear --
probably more immaculate than we,
potential buyers at whom he flaunts his wares.


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Icy Thoughts

A bitter look chills ones face,
Lines of anguish leaves its trace,

Icy thoughts take hold,
Forgiving hearts soothe the cold.

Discontentment, depression present,
Friends shun negatives and the unpleasant.

Icy thoughts take hold,
Playful minds soothe the cold.

Scorn and jealousy cover ones shell,
Positive influence remedies,makes well.

Icy thoughts take hold,
Passionate spirits soothe the cold.

Heated thoughts melt frigid away,
Bonded friendships build a new today.

Burning words choke in fire,
Loving souls conquer.

Icy thoughts retreat,
exhaust,
retire.




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AN IDLE NEIGHBORHOOD

Dilapidated houses line these streets.
Lawn furniture that holds memories,best kept discreet.
Neighborhood air redden of cooking.
Seniors who've weathered the years of onlooking.
A tumultuous life for those who have lived here.
With nothing but boredom,and occasional fear.
Hollow eyed children,blank with thought.
Raised with the beliefs,of what their parents sought.
A neighborhood best adored from afar.
For living here would just add to the scar.


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Eyes On Me???

Eyes on me,
People watching,
In my direction?
Can't they look somewhere else?

Feeling uneasy,
Discomfart rises, too.
Afraid to mess up,
Afraid to fail.

Eyes are on me.
I feel pale.
I freeze.

I don't want
The attention.


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Ex-Best Friends

Two people have broken their friendship ties because of either a disagreement or he or she has found out that his/her boyfriend/girlfriend had an affair with his or her best friend of one too many years. This type of betrayal has taken its toll on all people since day one. It seems that this friendship wasn't enough for him or her, especially when this guy chose this girl over her best friend and this girl has chosen this guy over his best friend. Why these people aren't best of friends anymore is because for one, his girlfriend or her boyfriend cheated on him or her with his or her best friend and for two, they've gotten themselves in a lot of compromised situations. It breaks the hearts of every human being just thinking about it. He or she, of all people, should know that they've been the best of friends since kindergarten and/or elementary school. So now that these people are no longer friends, thereby being "ex-best friends," I guess he or she has no choice but to move on with their lives. These people have broken ties from each other, eventually trying to rebuild them. But even if he or she has betrayed his or her best friend, one should be seriously forgiven for all the misdeeds he or she's done: trying to take his or her girlfriend or boyfriend, leaving him or her hanging, everything. These two people are best friends and they're all they've got. But the sad thing about two people being ex-best friends is that not only are they not talking to each other anymore, they've humiliated each other publicly and personally. So, if that's the way these two people want it and they want to cut off communication with each other, well, then two ex-best friends (guys and girls) have no choice but to wish them the best of luck and hoping that they'd forgive each other in the near future.


Details | Rhyme | |

I Knew Someone Who Wanted to End It All

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


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Ex-Boyfriends and Ex-Girlfriends

Since the men and the women are no longer dating, I guess the relationship is over. All types of break-ups have affected the lives of all would-be ex-lovers since ever. It seems that when the guys and the girls decide to break up, their hearts will have been broken into pieces. And after this bad break up, these people are really depressed, which means that they can’t eat, they can’t sleep, they lose interest in life, and stuff. And what is so sad about the men and the women being ex-boyfriends and ex-girlfriends is that they’re making fun of each other for no apparent reason or whatever. Why, this is starting to look like the battle of the sexes and World War 2 or 3. I’m told that all serious relationships will have ended in multiple break-ups, especially when a man and/or a woman will have found out that his/her boyfriend/girlfriend has cheated on him/her with another suitor or his/her own family members (male or female cousin, e.g.). On top of all that, it makes everybody sick just thinking about it. Not only have these people (the guys and the gals) have broken each others’ hearts, they’ve humiliated and embarrassed each other publicly and personally. And if these people knew that they we’re going to cheat on each other, then they shouldn’t have been together at all. Looks like the guys and the girls are better off without each other and alone anyway. So now I know why I’m not in a relationship with someone right now. And I have no time to think about getting into a serious relationship with one female. And if all types of break-ups continue to affect the lives of all men and women, there’s no stopping it. Something must be done this instant.


Details | Verse | |

To the liers

To the liers who were
Great artists, manipulators,
Perfect friends and honest lovers...

To the liers who were
Talkative and silent,
Kind and sweet,
Walking out many miles
Pretending they carried
Love and trust...

To the liers I speak.

You are there still believing
In your goodness, and you are proud
Of yourselves.
But how sweet and true do you
Look before the God's eyes?
Have you ever thought about?


Details | Ballad | |

The joy of the pheasant shoot

The joy of the pheasant shoot.

Getting set for the big event
The good folk do their stuff
They beat the earth with sticks, do they?
With their little dogs so tough 
They flush those pheasants from the scrub
So all can have some fun
Killing them with smiling faces
As they fire beloved guns.

Then as the pheasants in a panic
They bolt into the sky
Our hero’s with their guns in hand
Make sure that hundreds die
As the air is filled with the cracking sounds
As birds fall all around
Just so these fools can get there jollies
These corpses cover ground.

I wonder sometimes if these hero’s
Have any souls at all
That they could get such satisfaction
Doing these acts so cruel
Sometimes it leaves me speechless
At the way folk get their pleasure
Killing beauty just for fun
Is an ugly kind of leisure.

10 September 2013 @ 1340hrs




Details | Quatrain | |

Aging Heart

Time runs fast when we are young,
As fast as human eyes can blink.
Turn away and there it goes,
What youth we have will slowly sink.

It runs with legs that won’t tire
So that your aging heart may sleep.
Close your eyes and let it fall,
The fruits you’ve reaped are yours to keep.

Does the river dry when you
Have passed the rapids of this ride?
Open your eyes so you may see
The world you’re bound to on this tide.


Details | I do not know? | |

Gold Star

Sometimes I sit and ponder
what it may be like
to have parents, not always 
looking for a petty fight
the love you feel, always
being there for you
day o' night

I wake up fighting a
constant battle,
I feel like I am in a circus
having to jump through hoops
my parents hold
to earn their admiration and 
approval

Earning their gold star
for the day
I was a rebel since day one
not trying to conform
dancing to the beat of a 
different drummer

Wishing to be accepted 
for who I want to be
and how I seek to spend my hours
nothing I ever do, seems to be good
enough

They talk about "emotional deposits"
i.e. spending time with them
but they spend too much time
picking and proving
reacting wrong, saying ignorant assumptions
they push me away, each day
'further and further I go
as soon as I make enough money
I'm gone

They act as if my artistic mind 
couldn't make money
like my dreams are distant relatives
of which I will never meet
but I strive to prove them wrong

Its bad enough being
one person versus the world
but when the army you fight
is led by your family, your blood
it's twice as hard to get up
in the morning, when the suns
rays dance on my closed
eyelids 

I try my best to be the kind
of person I want to be
despite their efforts to kill off
my individualistic soul
I have given up trying
to belong to which I 
was born unto
I'm simply playing the game

Hoping to win, one day
the chance to be myself
as I feel emulates me,
and regardless
have a proud
Mommy and Daddy
I do pray, I shall be
 free to be 
Heather Rose Marie


Details | Light Poetry | |

Shots Fired, The Aftermath(Footles)

Gun Shots
Call Cops

Few More
Hit Floor

Lights Off
Dry Cough

Dark Fears
Soft Tears

Phone Fails
Bite Nails

Some thing
Drove Me

Open
Curtain

Soft Cries
Inside

Broke Down
On Ground

Draw Near
Over Here

Father Please
Help Me

Late Night
Such Fright

Can't Sleep
Anxiety







Details | Rhyme | |

Hunger

There was a child that his mother couldn't feed
In his innocent eyes, there were tears of greed

There was a hunger in his tiny small face
Waiting for a sympathy that kindness could replace

The mother couldn't feed him because she got other ten kids
The mother can't do anything just ask God for a moment of bliss

The kids are hungry, they are dying one by one
Momy can't do anything but say her goodbyes , looking up at the sun

For us, Childhood is the greatest moments of life that we want to repeat
For them, They are  just looking for a bread under their feet

For us, Everyday We are too busy thinking about what to wear
For them, everyday They are too busy wishing that what is happening just a night mare

Hunger is there, Hunger is real, Hunger is eating the people alive
Children are the victoms, but who would care?everybody wants to servive


Details | Free verse | |

Most of the beautiful girls of Bangladesh

In Bangladesh most of the beautiful girls
Are raped by their fathers
The victims shed tears 
In the darkness of night
Most of times they cannot protest 
Their mouths are gagged 
By their horrid shamefulness and unknown fears

These fathers are lascivious like animals and insects
They cannot control wild desires
Their daughters are like flowers
Beautiful, sweet-smelling, innocent and helpless
Many of them later become loose characters 
Some of them become sex-workers
And others face unhappy married life ultimately

These girls think it would be better
If they were dead long before they were raped
Or their fathers buried them alive like the dark ages
When they were newborn 

I have heard hundreds of such cases
And it makes me wonder how bad this society is
And how can we metamorphose 
These human animals into real humans


Details | Rhyme | |

Bingo Ode to a Nursing Home

I thought I'd seen it all before
What else could life now have in store
She called the game at half past three
The patients stared
Some stared at me
Cards were laid out nice and neat
All waited for the late day treat
The caller let the numbers flow
Her pace, of course, was very slow
Finally a hand went up
A quarter in the winner's cup


Details | Rhyme | |

Ashen Decay

We arose from the bunker
To a scene never seen
What was once green and vibrant
Ashen, no gleam

Below the church we stand
In staring appall
No sense we make of it
This deathly thrall

They did it, they went and did it
The buttons, they pressed
Mindless, crazy idiots
In their war mongering zest

Choking, spluttering we are
In confused look around
Shadows of where they were
Graffiti surround

Black shadows fly
Amidst the ashen decay
Carrion cravers they be
In flesh stripping array

Emaciated to thin
In skeletal walk, we
To where, we're not sure
In this land, we be

Radiated and stressed
As we peer to our sun
Decades in the dark, we'll be
Man's new era has begun








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


Details | Haiku | |

Rock Bottom

                                           ...i hit the rock bottom...

                                         .. last emotion unleashed ..

                                            ...gates open ..fate ?...




for raul moreno's contest 


Details | Free verse | |

Pain

Your mind hurts, stung by worry needles,
Your trembling hands grab your bursting temples,
Your forehead is a flaming grill where thoughts entwine, 
Your lips are swelled and dry, they crack from every vine,
Your legs can't move because your feet are light as led,
Your hair roots feel as knives thrust in your head.
Your heart is pumping sand with rocks instead of blood,
Your memory encounters only  sad events singed with mud.
Your whole existence feels pitiful and grim,
Your body's a sombrero, pain dances on the brim.


Details | Personification | |

Barnabas Collins




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 aka ladydp2000 copyright@2010 July 22, 2010


Details | Free verse | |

death

Time fell fast 
Things became hard
Worries were vast
Lives begain scared

Hopes endlessly hidden
All things seemed forbidden
Days filled with darkness
Lives consumed and left sparkless

Awaiting the doom
Sitting only in gloom
Heaven wept
No souls were kept


Details | Free verse | |

The World We Live In

My heart aches for a world filled with peace, so much sadness and destruction,
I cannot take any more.
I get up in the morning and put a smile on my face,
I watch things on the news and I feel disgrace.
How can I smile when the grimness of life for others hurts me so much?
How can I eat my food and not feel guilty for the starving millions?
How can I waste water having a bath or a shower when others have no
clean water even to drink?
Dying of malnourishment and dying because of contaminated water,
All over the world this is happening to real human beings and what do I do?
Carry on as normal and put a smile on my face.
The children are crying, their parents are dying,
The Parents are crying, their children are dying,
But the world carries on as normal,
And I get up every morning and put a smile on my face.
Wars are raging everywhere, haunted faces staring “Why doesn't anyone care?”
Fear and terror is their living nightmare “Why doesn't anyone care?”
We care, but we choose to look away, “we're not affected” people say,
So we get up every morning, put a smile on our faces and get on with our day.


Details | Monoku | |

The kid

Busy city’s heart – A kid is lost in the crowd!


Details | Couplet | |

Rammed Into The Weedbed

Rammed into the weedbed she found her way to shore.
Her thoughts invaded by her crew who shifted on her boards.
Back across the water; her visions through a door.
One that shut repeatedly when shipmates pulled her chords.
Resting now as though a chore
that sailors leave like lords.
Down the boardwalk from the floor
relieving her in hoards.
Maiden ship from head to core
who's damage comes in torrids
Without these journeys and your lore
these men would have no swords.


Details | I do not know? | |

He's Our Joy

“He’s Our Joy”
He talks funny
But his disposition is sunny
Even though his tongue is too long
He’s not a loss
Just because his eyes are crossed
He’s never going to earn a degree
To his parents he’ll always cleave
He may have Downs
But he’s a joy to have around
The public might shame him
But they don’t see what makes us love him
He’s our precious joy
Our very own Mongoloid.


Details | Rhyme | |

Self Made Demise

Is it really hard to understand 
I am just looking for a man
One that sees the world like me
Offers his heart humblely
I will cherish and protect 
Give back to him what I get
Hoping its not just me
Drifting in this lonely sea
Been floating out here for years and years
Fighting not to drown in my own tears
This ocean I find myself drifting in 
Was created from unintentional sin
My eyes cried this reflecting pool
Due to all the times I played the fool
Will I ever feel the ground again 
Or does a boat come pull me in
Save me from my self made demise
See the sun through cloudy skies
May the warmth come cure my pain 
Stop these eyes that pour like rain


Details | Light Poetry | |

Die on the inside

Your in my gears
Cover me in tears
From head to toes stained in your blood
Just act like it's not there
An embellishment amongst a prayer
Feeling of left alone covered in disppear
Dying to cry or crying to die
What your doing to me is killing me inside


Details | I do not know? | |

Mankinds "Friendship"

The dagger of mankind enters my chest

I feel the burn as the flesh is torn open

My insides churn and reveal themselves

As if I am giving birth and mankind is the father

The holy ghost will laugh as this is happening

The spirit of evil embraces tears of his own

These tears are true tears only he feels my pain

He feels the same pain I feel, as he was cast away

Mankind and the ever loving Lord of Light turned their back on him

Evil was shunned and left to die, just as I was

The great villian of time, Mr.Einstein was shunned 

This rage fueled him to disrupt the time continuim

As he did to "Old Science", I do to mankind

All I did was speak the truth

The one crying for me now is my only true friend

We have gone to war together without knowing it

Columbus was alone when he wanted to disrupt philosphy

He was alone when he fell off this flat earth

Disrupting the peonic views of "mankind" and paving ways for today

Just as the sun rotated around these same idiots that judge me

Mankind is not ready for the truth that I speak

Only few have heard my words and sought after the truth

Now the sun no longer rotates around the bigotry of man

It rotates around me.......

So enter that dagger into my chest

And thrust it as hard as you can

Join hands with one another to make sure you drive it in

For this is only time that you come together to accomplish

As I await my only tearing friend to take me away from you

My tears I shed are for him....but they are of joy and need

I need his friendship, for it is truth, unlike mankinds........

Forget Ugly Causes Kreating My Anemosity Nor Killing In Near Demons


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

GREATNESS

Why do we presume to be so great
When we hasten so to tempt our fate
Are our souls so in need of danger
Starting thus while in the manger
Bullet proof and over ten feet tall
Flying way before we can crawl
Drawn always to a brilliant light
Oblivious to our perilous plight
We run and rage on every page
Never heeding the advice of sage
Charging headlong into the wind
Pausing briefly only to append
If this thing I could understand
Maybe my life I could amend
This longing for freedom perchance
Could this cause such a dance
Maybe we can truly be this great
If we can only redirect out fate.


Details | I do not know? | |

I Saved You

I worry about you,
Especially when you talk that certain way.
You have that sadness in your voice,
And claim you want to throw your life away.

I'll tell you this:
Life is a raging fire,
Something that is constant and dangerous
Not a calm horizon bliss.

For all the things that are now,
Is what makes up who you are.

Not the lies and deceit from others in your past,
Not the torture of living with whomever your living with,
Not the pain that you heart has been through,
Not the sadness of thinking you're an outcast.

What is here and now,
In this moment of this day,
From the time you wake up,
Til the time you rest and lay.

Forget yesterday,
Think about now.
Know that people love you and care,
Even if THEY don't show how.

But I saved you,
I saved you from making a mistake.
I'm glad you're here and alive,
For to lose you, would be like losing a part of my life.


Details | I do not know? | |

FEAR!!!!!

I RUN from FEAR.

I HUNT for FEAR.

I HIDE in FEAR.

I FIGHT cause of FEAR.

I'm FAR from you.

I'm SCARED cause of you.

You're the FEAR that I HUNT.

You're the FEAR that I FIGHT.

You're the FEAR that SCARED me for LIFE.

*Comment if you have any thought and if you like it. oh and some of the poems i write arn't 
always my feelings. their some times just to get through other people so they can have 
something to read that just fit's them.*

                                              -Angel4eva23


Details | Lyric | |

Tonight

     Tonight,
  People are going out to be with friends
people are going out to be alone

     Tonight,
  Someone is going on their first date
someone is going on their last

    Tonight,
  Someone is going to have a baby
someone is going to make one

     Tonight,
  Someone will take their first drink
someone will take their last breath

     Tonight,
  One era will end
a new era will begin

     Tonight,
  I will go to sleep in one year
and wake up in a new one

Happy New Year!
December 31st, 2011


Details | Rhyme | |

OLD BOOZED WILLY

Old boozed Willy was hostile and not ready to lose; 
a dirty face, a glowing nose...
only a firefighter's water hose
could have put out the heat he had gotten from the booze!


All the boys of Tumbleweed scampered like chased mice
as they saw his bulgy belly hanging from his trousers... 
ah, his bad breath had the stench of a piggy; 
they yelled angrily, " Go to another town, fatty! "


What was on his hot, red tongue?
The smell of Johnny Walker's whiskey?
They always saw him leaping like a frog...
when he finally got up, he looked so scary!   


Who crossed Willy...driving him to drink that poison?
He cussed everyone getting a bit closer to his whiskey,
never did he mess with a chubby, bickering mommy,
who came running,...brandishing a long, black baton! 


One noon there was a large rally by his door
to evict him from his bungalow...what was the reaction of Willy?
He brought out a case of expensive whiskey,
and offered them lots of drinks...they drank and felt mellow! 


So they kept on drinking the hard liquor...
until it hurt their full, burping beer-bellies,
but one of them quite sober hollered with a stuttering voice,
" Get Willy, he stole all the whiskey from the Happy Hour Bar!


Old boozed Willy was hostile and not ready to lose;
a dirty face, a glowing nose...
only a firefighter's water hose
could have put out the heat he had gotten from the booze!


My comment:

It wasn't fair to chase after Old Willy after 
they drank his whiskey, even 'though they found out
it was stolen. They weren't a bit thankful or compassionate,
but drinking it without asking him how he got it,
made them his partners in crime!


Details | Free verse | |

The Hardest Thing

Last night we had a quarrel
We went to bed so mad
Each had to get up early
The morning was quite sad
I never meant to say that
I know you didn’t, too
With hopes to reconcile
Just know that I love you

Yeah darling…
It couldn’t be more true

That’s why 
Leaving you
Is the hardest thing to do

Each morning when we go to work
A piece of me, it goes with you
I cannot wait to get back home
To do those things we do

That’s why 
Leaving you
Is the hardest thing to do

I hope tonight we’re civil
We listen and we learn
Together, we’ll get past this
Each others trust, we’ll earn
So, then we can retire
To the bedroom that we share
Lie within each others arms
And show how much we care

Yeah darling…
It couldn’t be more true

That’s why 
Leaving you
Is the hardest thing to do

Each morning when we go to work
A piece of me, it goes with you
I cannot wait to get back home
To do those things we do

That’s why 
Leaving you
Is the hardest thing to do

And when my work’s over
I will come back to you


Details | Ballade | |

In defense of the chook



The chook defense

Now I’m no vegetarian
Though I’d like that this could be
At seventy I’ll never change
So I’m just stuck with me
And I really love’s me chook
In every kind of way
But now I’m in the mood I’m in
I just have this to say…..

If we’re going to eat these chooks
Don’t we owe them some respect
We treat them like commodities
But what I might reflect
Is, if we treat these creatures thus
That God placed on this earth
Then we neglect our very souls
And too our own self worth.

Those birds are treated so damn mean
How can one understand
This cruelty, are we then humane?
It don’t look too damn grand
And where’s the goodness in a food
That’s never seen the sun
So when we treat these birds like this
What damage have we done?

That chicken flue was scary, once
But who knows much at all
About the karma that can come
From things, unnatural.
It’s time for changes in this world
When dosh is not the ‘all’
And then humane might be a word
That’s truly wonderful

10 July 2013 @ 1301hrs.



Details | Ballad | |

Election day

Election Day

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

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

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

11 September 2013@1720hrs.



Details | Rhyme | |

What Do We Expect As We Seek to Remove God

What Do We Expect, As We Seek to Remove God? As so many people are seeking God’s removal… It’s like anything from him, we’ve given a refusal! Many have tried to ban just the reading of his word! There’s so much truth, just waiting to be heard! Many anti-God societies have quickly formed! Even the ten commandments, are often scorned! We’ve built large cities, many schools, and homes! But when it comes to God, we’ve often left him alone! One can try their best to push God back in the corner! But if you do, things in your life will get “warmer!” The pleasures and truth you seek, will come to an end! And then eternity without God, will just begin! You’ll wish you chose to live for God, that eventful day! You’ll wish that you took the time to study and pray! It’s the word of God that you need to study and read! God knows all about you! And knows your needs! He deserves all of your praise and full attention! We need to seek him, for much needed direction! Please come dear Lord, and cleanse us within! May we humbly confess our faults and sins! We need YOU much more, than words can say! Please be the God we serve! May we start TODAY! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Narrative | |

All About Her

I dont know much about her
but I heard she wasnt that talkative
She didnt like being alive
She was numb to all the pain she had to go through

I heard she didnt like anything that was green
She ate roman noodles everynight for supper
She always wore flannels and bellbottoms
Sometimes i seen her wear dresses and fancy tops
But lately shes been wearing band shirts

She wears converse shoes and uses an army bag for school
I know that she dosent like to communicate through talking... only through her peoms
or sometimes even her songs.

I see her drawing and painting all the time
She draws famous people
She would like to be famous and not so unknown
When she tries to speak to anyone they always walk away and leave her alone

When she gets home she goes upstairs to play her bass guitar
She hates chocolate cake but loves chocolate
Her family left her behind because she cant forget her past

Sometimes when shes alone she contemplates the meaning behind her life
Her favorite color is gray because her life is black and white
Everything she says is false according to the world

She is not so innocent
I understand that she dreams about the perfect life
When she opens her eyes they are pitch black

She is someone that is fake
She acts nothing like she should
She is very grungy and unclean

She knows of no safety
and of no time
Her life is smashed into pieces by the giant sun

She will always be a ghost
She knows of no god
She crawls around in the world of death
She remains forgotten


Details | Blank verse | |

Portrait of a Sad Man

A lame wolf, weathered by neglect and time
Howling questions, pelted like throwing stones
Melting away like mountain snow
Abandoned by people wearing laughter on their skin
Monstrous faces masked with smiles false
Wondering at his mistakes, a life lost
He drip drop drips deep into the ground




For my father, who can at times be a sad man.

Chynna Bear
A Short Poem, Please


Details | Cinquain | |

INDIGENCE

Many
see poverty 
as curse or calamity,
and rather embrace indigence
than change!


Details | I do not know? | |

I Walk Alone

I walk alone along the street
Faces blur, I just see feet
As I push my way out through the crowd
I’m not here, I’m falling down 
Breathing out, breathing in
Dark and black through my head spin.

I walk alone full of despair
Some people turn, some people stare
No-one can help me, some have tried
To ease the pain the tears inside
The tightness grips my heart, the pain
Will never leave, my life’s in vain.

I walk alone my love has died
A cruel and twisted turn in life
My lips are numb, my feet are lead
Please someone help me clear my head
Despair and rage I stumble down
Some helps me off the on the ground.

I walk alone this busy street
Some heads turn, some others greet
My mouth is dry I cannot speak
The dreadful words I must repeat
He’s dead, he’s died my child has gone
War has taken my brave son.

I walk alone, freedom is won
In this land where I belong
But others do not have the choice
Freewill to act or sound their voice
We tried to help, protect, survive
But is their hope worth all our lives?


Details | Rhyme | |

If I die before I wake

As I die he will be with me,
I fell in love he had the key,
And always knelt on one knee.

My last thoughts are of him, 
As the lights go dim,
Life circling on a rim.

All at once we are apart,
The taste is so tart,
It all hits me in the heart.

You are left to live,
My heart your captive,
There is nothing to forgive.

My cheeks blush so shy,
With a tear in my eye,
As I start to die.

Fear not for I am well,
As many up here can tell,
It is not quite hell.

As I look from above,
kissing the forehead of my love,
I wonder what he dreams of.

I look at him so fondly,
his lips curve so grandly,
as he sleeps so soundly.

I'm like a hummingbird fluttering over his bed,
I wish to be with him but I am dead,
My life over and has fled.

I fear for my love for he is kind,
Strong handsome and well lined,
But now I leave him way behind.

Finding love is like a quiz,
Never knowing what it is,
He needs love from a heart as strong as his.


Details | Free verse | |

Today Time Stood Still

Today time stood still, I could see existence in its clearest form. A vibe of coldness and silence, yet peaceful and reassuring, you could almost imagine it to be the same feeling of initial death. 

The curse of knowledge and intelligence is you know too much. Sometimes that ignorant bliss seems attractive, but even if given the choice I would not go back, as the more I learned the more i seeked. 

I pray for humanity and the will of the people, the story draws close to the end and with hope I watch . . . in the end good will always prevail, Amen


Details | Naat | |

The Way Towards Great Hope

Prayer gift of the Spirit
Makes us men and women of hope
Prayer keeps the world
Open to Eternal God

To pray alone is good
Even more beautiful
Fruitful
To pray together

Many ways to become acquainted to Him
There are experiences, groups
Encounters, Courses
To pray

Take part of parish liturgies
Be abundantly nourished by the word of Eternal God
With active participation
In the Sacraments


The baptized
Confirmed by the Eternal Holy Spirit
The Holy Eucharist, communion
So as to live as authentic friends and witnesses of Father Christ


4202013


Details | Rhyme | |

Holding Empathy's Hand

I spent an hour walking in your footsteps,
two days inside your tender heart,
a week beside you failing
and still I could not lift, impart:

You truly were forgiven.
Your guilt had traveled long ago
to parts unnamed and conquered
by the boy you were, and don't you know...
You ran a million miles.
You empathized with every man
and brought to mind discovery
of foreign seas and sights and land.

I spent an hour in the mirror,
two days inside my thoughts of you,
a week beside myself with grief,
for what else could I truly do?


Details | Verse | |

I blame me

I blame me for all my mistakes
I blame me for all the rejection and heartache
I blame me for all the times I stayed silent 
and should have started and earthquake
with my words
I should have spoken up when I had the chance
now all those thoughts are wasted
unspoken, unheard

I blame me when my husband touches me 
and I feel the hands of a predators pounce
And I blame me when the pressure it on
because all I had to do was shout out and renounce His name
Lord, help me to get rid of the shame

I blame me for my loneliness
I blame me for my feelings of lust
I blame me when I look at myself and see absolute disgust
I blame me when I shut down - unsure of who to trust
At times not even sure if I really know how to love

I blame me when my kids are crying out sick
because when I brought them here
I knew that this world was unfit
Yet overpowered by my love for them 
I became more and more protective
So I blame myself in advance for their sadness
when they finally see that the world is not objective

I blame me for those nights I can't rest
Wondering if my consciousness has finally realized
that I have done my best
to stay positive and have good intentions
So I blame myself when I give in to temptations and my human inhibitions
and begin to feel ashamed of myself
I begin to feel like I don't have enough strength to love myself
because
good things don't happen for me
So I blame me for my thinking and feelings of worthlessness

It's a big world and my lonely soul has no more confidence
I have nothing
I have given up 
and so I blame me for my incompetence and my soul's rut


Details | I do not know? | |

The Inner World

Can’t feel anything
Even the biggest pain

Blood oozing gently
From fresh wounds
Doesn’t help either
Just coloring hands

Skin cut in stripes
Showing the flesh
Scars will remind
This moment of past

Looking for help
No one has time
Trying to beg
They turn their back

What can I do?
Just sit and wait
Maybe some day
You’ll come and help...


Details | Couplet | |

Forbearance

They say “God has forsaken us just look around”
Wars and storms are destroying our hometowns,
They say “if there is a God why are so many in need?”
People are steeling and lying with hearts overwhelmed with greed
They say “It’s all Gods fault”… man takes no blame,
We curse God, push him out of our lives, and then accuse him when we are put to shame,
Oh blinded world filled with an abundance of vanity
You speak evil of him with mouths filled with profanity
Disobeying all he has commanded us to do
His rules were made to keep us safe, to avoid the chaos in which we now suffer through
They say “God is far and he doesn’t care”
When it is our hearts that have turned from him, grown cold, brittle and bare
All we have to do is repent and change our wicked ways
Then in the blink of an eye he will restore us to our golden days
But human pride thinks it can beat him and reason thinks it will win
Read the bible, rebelliousness is how destruction all begins
Society gets darker and more corrupt each and every year
Many are growing hopeless and becoming overwhelmed by fear
God never left us… we as a country left him
God cannot bless a nation who is worshiping sin
In his infinite mercy he has allowed judgment to shake up his lost sheep
Those raindrops you see are his tears…yes our God does weep
Wake up great nation remember why we have been incredibly blessed
It’s not because we’re so brilliant it’s because our forefathers made vows to God that we would give him our best
Generations are born and then they die
It is our obligation to leave a legacy about our creator who is more than just a mystery hidden in the sky
His eyes watch over every human, animal, insect and tree
His love holds this entire world unconditionally
So take some time to consider how fragile are lives really are
Man can’t stop natural disasters or shootings by a mad man in a car
Live each day in love, forgiveness and submission
Put away idolatry, lust and religious tradition
Make a decision to have a “personal” relationship with God alone
And watch how life will change for you whether you’re young or already grown.

By: Sabina Nicole
Written: 11/6/12


Details | Light Poetry | |

Cough Drops And Applesauce

Cough Drops and applesauce 
Is what the doctor gave to me 
I don't mean to complain 
But in my side 
I feel a great big pain 
And doctors orders I'll oblige
 It is bad enough 
Every day is getting tough 
And now I am just out of luck 
Stuck with nothing but a cough 

It's been driving me insane 
Living here in all this pain 
It has made my life a very hard thing 
I really don't want to complain 
But I've been left out in the pouring rain 
And tomorrow is another day 
Same to come, same old way  


Details | I do not know? | |

Beautiful In Every Way You Are

Beautiful in every way you are
Though the you is presently her
And the aforementioned me
Has not been mentioned of late,
Though understandably so
Oh, how the waves change so 
Quickly, Casually, Cruelly


Details | Limerick | |

Pregnant with Deceit

Their flashy words so rhetorical
Nothing new, just all historical
Words pregnant with deceit
Costumes mailed, in receipt
Unmasked, see... most are identical

For Carolyn's "Election Humor Contest"


Details | Senryu | |

Smile and Frown contest

Melodies
Of strangers
Passing by.

Distortions
From the known
Passing through.

By: Sabina Nicole
Contest: smile and frown
Written: 8/22/12


Details | I do not know? | |

Can You?

i have many thoughts and worries that i can comprehend. 

there are things in life that we cant comprehend.

i have things going on right now that i cant comprehend (parents fighting)

                  ill say more later just wait....


*comment if you please*

                                             -Angel4eva23


Details | Rhyme | |

Children are precious

A volley of thrashes, the starved boy recalls,
his shrieks of terror, that didn’t pass the walls,
with no means for meals, tireless on his heels.
He should be freed, from the clutches of greed.

Each painful reminder, like a crawling spider,
with intentions malign, his touch too familiar,
but she couldn’t decline, with nothing to feed.
She should be freed, from men of that breed.

In the wake of their cries, pleading for a hand, 
as promises broken, they seem to understand,
let us sound this call, before worse does befall.
They should be freed, today let’s sow this  seed.

One bouquet of roses, each clinging to its stem,
to watch their smiling faces, each a precious gem,  
their faces sweet as honey, worth more than money,
They should be freed, to this truth may this lead.

Under strong powers of protection,
may they enjoy the resurrection,
to give them hope and determination,
lead them in the right direction.




Details | Free verse | |

One Man's Personal Party....Prose

The squeaky wheel of a shopping cart
caught me before the morning dew
a tattered figure pushing the limits of both
collecting his pot of gold called aluminum

Gene Pitney blared from a radio
its battery hanging out, broken antenna
had to be an am station
for one could hear the cb'ers

he was a vietnam vet
a war fought long ago
yet daily within his mind
backfiring cars bringing sweat and fear
shell shocked by the same aluminum he collects

"good morning sir"
may I have the cans in your trash
thoughts of the antique roadshow flash
who am I to "trash" the hopes of others

I grant him permission
like a king hath pity upon humble servants
greedy eyes brighten toward the mother lode of pittance
recycled life is so ironic

using empty cans 
to purchase full ones
we all find a way to cope
within our own personal party......


Details | Free verse | |

''The Devils' Own''

Who are you?-Shared curse.
Marked in malice as vengence burns.
Lost eyes creep the stare of stone.
Breathe fire to speak words that shatter glass.
Let forbidden truth emerge.
Your wicked silence tells the tale of a hollow soul.
You are a product of sickened disgrace.
I need only forget your face.
Bring ease to this wrench I hold.


Details | Rhyme | |

Breaking Point

I should have stopped him the first time he hit me,
But I was new to love, and thought love didn’t leave.
Several years later, love became my excuse,
I was little-larry-lies-a-lot, denying abuse.

Life wasn’t the dream of our love letters.
I was a victim of hope, that he’d change for the better.
I couldn’t admit that I’d made a mistake,
So I let him kick me, till I felt my leg break.

After that, I had to admit the truth, 
Stop lying to myself, and find a new roof –
I’d always had the support of my friends,
But it took me crutches to stand up to him.


9/4/11


Details | Haiku | |

Charity

Cracked and broken lives
Don't take our precious money
Homeless dreams are naught


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

SEND US

(Hell is here)
Send us bombs
and open the wounds
the sores
that have not even healed
Spread out our pieces
over the fields
(if there are fields)
cover them with black plastic
(if there is any)
and light no candle
for it is better to be in the dark
Blow up bodies
sending souls to hell in pairs
so they may procreate
the race may still exist
the hunger may grow
misery may not cease
Give hearts to the dogs
and dogs to the rats in the sewers
which are inundated
(more than one can think of)
Send us fury and excuses
and may 'tooth for a tooth' not
prevent you from eating 
your own remains 
for anything else remains 
when sleep is gone.'

Patricia Evans


Details | Free verse | |

Done For Good

Her look that day,
Should have told me everything she could not say.
Unprepared, I stared.
She walked away.
As she tossed our ring,
I felt the sting.

If I’d known then
How I feel today,
I'd heal the abscess and my heart’s decay,
Before her affection left me there that day.

JS Lambert


Details | I do not know? | |

Love Right!?

People think they have to say "i love you" in relationships..
 
but no not really...

some times it makes me feel like i HAVE to say i love you if some one says it to me.

" i love you is a very very special word"

people have to understand that they have to be wise with the word "i love you" 

because if  you say it to anyone... then when you really mean it.. it wont feel ture....




*comment on what you think*
            
                                 -Angel4eva23


Details | Narrative | |

Tears upon fear

My head is heavy
And your know where near
Our lives are slowly crumbling
And we're not there to hear

Sand bag to wall
We're there when each other fall
Release your load
Only so much you can take
Give it to me
I'll hold your world on my shoulders

Sandbag to wall
I'll do my best not to fall
In turn
I know we'll soon switch
My shoulders are in a slouch
And life's becoming too big of a bit©h

Your silent words spoken
Things said but not heard
A hoax in communication
A bridge thats now been burnt
Each lie and blameful word
Melted in a smoldering pot
Craters into your life
Strips you left with only a soul to show

The meteoroid was left standing there
Some what in tacked
But left a tear
Like a dagger in the heart
You refuse to take out
Time over time
The meteoroid has dissapeared
but still you imagine its there
Stuck in the past 
Your stubborn as a ass
When will you move on

We cleaned up the debris
Everyday we came by
Between each heart fulled hi and goodbye
We'd fill our baby up
Trying to help him get by
But no matter how hard we tried
He was just a hole

I look back to dusk
And see my blooming flower
So many bees all around
They were bound to sting
Ignore all signs and look at you now
After they all fly high
And leave you under the great blue sky

Everyday Ill come
And lay there with a rope
Waiting to pull you back
And carry you into a world of hope
Because I'm afraid  of your other ways to cope


 


Details | I do not know? | |

Where did we go wrong

Where did we go wrong

what happen to the love we had 
why must it be this way fussing and fighting 
Where did we go wrong
was our love so perfect that it had to be tainted
Where did we go wrong
did it need flaws to be perfect
Where did we go wrong
i was good to you what happen 
where did we go wrong 
i found love in you and you found love me 
Where did we go wrong
was my love so loud that i could not here you cry 
Where did we go wrong
when you cry your hart becomes weak for that 
person move in. 
Where did we go wrong
people ask me why do you love her 
she made me fill good about my self she lift my sprits 
she made me fill like a man.
Where did we go wrong
maybe my love was so blinding i could not see what was going on
Where did we go wrong
Where did i go wrong
Where did we go wrong
Where did i go wrong
did i not love you enough 
Where did i go wrong
did i not be there for you
Where did i go wrong
did i not care for you 
Where did i go wrong
twenty years gone by
Where did i go wrong
i never cheated 
Where did i go wrong
i always been faithful 
Where did i go wrong

            Where did we go wrong?



                                         By reginald conyers 
    My frist poem

Fin.


Details | Free verse | |

Shoved to shake me

So stellar you stood nearing immortality 
Shoved me away today, I'm only a calamity 

Strengthen the brain before and again
Take the comfort level down to a chagrin

Dwindle my emotions on love today
To be stoned away from you is my pay

Where you are is mine only to wonder
Would you even mind if I were to ponder

I'm so bent up, straighten me out now
It hurts to be only this for you now

Take it all away in all your ways
I'll be here apparently for a few more days

I can give you anguished attention
This you will ignore during our loving detention

So stellar you stood nearing immortality
Shoved me away today, I'm only a calamity  


Details | I do not know? | |

Good Morning, Apocalypse Now : A Tribute to a Vietnam Veteran

Untitled 5
(My Uncle: Good Morning, Apocalypse Now)

My uncle doesn't speak much
about Vietnam or the stuff
he witnessed when he 
was just a boy. See,
he likes to drive the back roads fast 
and honk at random cars that pass.
His friendly gestures always lead to how
he grew up compared to kids now. 

Jumping and racing trains on the tracks
became dodging bullets and carrying his buddy on his back.
The marshes and dirt valleys here
became the forests and trenches of the military frontier. 

Last year, my sister donned his jacket
a fatigued fatigue that hung in his closet. 
In color and memory darkened,
kept out of sight for fear it would harken
the PTSD he's stuggled to avoid. 

He saw his brothers, young like him
to Vietnam succumb
while on American soil
and he promised he would never speak,
for fear his stomach would coil, 
when remembering rice - a dish he no longer enjoys.
And there's no orange on his clothes to remind him of the agent that destroyed.

When he speaks a calm 
"Good morning", I wonder if he's thinking of Vietnam
or if he knows
that I admire his strength and 
bravery and how 
he continually fights against 
the "Apocalypse Now".


Details | Rhyme | |

Ocean of Emotion

There’s an ocean of emotion, floating though my mind, and I’m drawing on the last things said. The more I think about it, the more I want to cry, and the past four days I’ve remained in my bed. My brain is ignoring my conscious state. Life around me seems of Twisted fate. The hour is that of getting late, which Seems as though it’s working against me. It’s been days since I last ate. My stomach contorted and aches. I keep popping these aspirin like there candy, my hair so dirty it’s sandy. Next I’ll be asking if you got a liver handy. I’m in need of my best mate If nothing else to clear my mind scape That’s seems great, but I haven’t talked to him as of late, and I’m not sure that it’s healthy, using him as an emotional escape My reality, a myopic view Thoughts so deep, this is where my image machine stews Pointing out all the things I’ve done wrong O dear god How long must I go on


Details | Rhyme | |

The Conversationalist

Palms full of pamplemouse
bitter refrain
Catching a cold in the 
still pouring rain
Vitamin C on the tip
of my tongue
but I'm not as healthy
as when I was young
You lost me there somewhere
back on my old street
where we would tell stories
and nightly would meet
Please search out to find me
I'm suffering in pain
You'll find me still standing
in still pouring rain.


Details | Lyric | |

who's future is it anyway

i see a future of darkening days
where children are treated as vermin to slay
adults possessions are held paramount
where only talk of money spill's from their mouth's.
i feel a destiny of communities broke
suspicion's are cast at the few kind words spoke
people of power prefer things this way
technology rises as intelligence fades.
those few left willing to speak for the weak
are told that their futures are futile and bleak.
the only thing worse than this future i say
is the fact that this future is really today.

i hear the rumbling's of a gathering storm
as the lightning strikes fear of a terrible new dawn
stars in the sky are dull in their light
for they feel the shame of watching earth's plight
as we all watch it come furious and fast
not one of us learning the lessons of past
so shelter yourself in money and gold
and hope that your god's will rekindle your souls
the devil is stirring in each of our hands
as we are the labour that works to his plans
and the worst thing of all that causes dismay
is the future i write of is really today

but fear not my friends for all are not foe's
suffering will fade as redemption comes close
the devils and demons that laugh loud and sneer
will turn on their heels and finally face fear
children of suffrage will rise with the sun
and learn nothing of pain for it shall finally be gone
the dawn of free love will exude once again
crash into the present like a white knighted ghost train
and if anyone tell's you to live life how they say
ask them who's future it is anyway


Details | Free verse | |

My Worst

Hey dad,
please talk to me.
There's something I need to say.
I've realized something.
Just hear me out and you'll know I'm right.
I'll never be good enough for you.
I'll never meet your expectations.
And we're growing apart so fast
that I can barely tell what you want anymore.
All the things that you've said
hurt worse than you'll ever know.
And now we can't go back.
I'm sorry I can't be perfect.
But I'm always at my worst when I'm with you.
My mood so dark that I can't see.
You'll never understand how hard it is
and how bad it hurts to be me near you.


Details | Free verse | |

TO BE GENEROUS WITHOUT GREED

" To be generous without greed,"
is the commitment I make ,
because my satisfaction
comes from making one happy;
I was conceived by a gentle mother
who helped me succeed
in my quest for truth,
not as much seeking riches
or venture everything in madness,
always caring for those stricken by poverty...

In all my envisioned glory,
all I wished for...was serenity;
not a tumultuous and fast life
with a strew of wealthy friends,
who rarely feel a pinch of sadness
and consider better alternatives!
The physical world is controlled 
by forces beyond our conception;
the material world is indisputably 
the contagious wealth we lust after, 
a vain wealth that's being crushed 
by  the specter of death and its demons;
it  continues to attract and deceive us
until we can no longer sustain it in our grip...

" To be generous without greed, "
seem unrealistic and equivocal words
in our selfish and ungrateful world,
which presumes on goodness and generosity;
if honest people work hard and prosper,then why   
others try to obtain it with other means?
Honesty is measured in deeds,
but  unselfishness consists of fairness and humanity...


Details | Epigram | |

A STRANGE BEDFELLOW

Woman Is Insulted,
By Challenging His Manhood;
Getting His Buddies To Rape,
Was His Way Of Reinforcing.

He, Not a Man,
Force Himself On a Feminist.
Give a Valid Reason While Rape.
Feminist Tempt Masculine

By Their Proactive Dressing.
Insubordination To Human Nature.
Could It Be That
Masculine Is Weak?

By The Sight Of Bear Breast?
Victims Feel Ashamed And Unclean.
FEMA Seventeen Events Took Place.
Recurring In Nightmare First Man Exploded Inside Her.

It Was Her First Encounter.
Screaming She Was,
Thought Masculine Was Urinating On Her.
Bath I Must Have Said For Years.

Dirty She Felt And Wasn’t Enough Water To Cleanse Her Body.
Rapist Defilement And Innocence Body.
Fellow, Who Should Be Ashamed?
And Feel Unclean And Unfit For Civilized Society?


Details | Rhyme | |

Death's Door

Death is a time where people will never breathe
We can’t talk or walk and even squawk about our lives that we lead 

What do you suppose is behind deaths door?
I’m just wondering, because eventually is going to come to us all
Should we be scare? Or fight for it, not to happen? Or just let it be?
Has anyone thought about Death, like me?
 
Death has come for two people I had a chance to know on, 02/02/12; 
however, this was a week ago. 
Do you think they knew?

Some people may not know, when it’s time for them to go,
therefore; we should ask JESUS CHIRST to come into our lives
and be prepared for that day 

So, when death wants to knock on our door 
We can open it up and say I’m ready, let’s go, 
and see that place called Heaven’s Tour


Details | Free verse | |

Protect and Serve?

Unprovoked attacks
Death screams from the hearts of the innocent
A child's last breath
Lies in your arms
Raise your weapon
For the sickness f****ing your mind
Protect and serve?
F*** that, let's massacre them all
Let's burn and pillage 
This family's home and make them watch
Piss in this man's hands
And spit at his feet
Let bullets rain on his chest
So his children see
Protect and serve?
Intimidate and rape
They fear your "help"
And comply with tears in their eyes
And a gun to their temple
Dirt on their knees, in a pool of their father's blood
Protect and serve?
I think not.


*About a news report I recently saw, about U.S. soldiers killing innocent civilians for
sport. (This has been going on since there has ever been wars, it's not a new issue.) They
blamed it on being in a drug-induced state of mind, and on seeing disturbing images of
warfare. We debated in my class whether or not this type of murder can be justified. I
argued strongly and loudly that NO traumatization or drugged mind is a just reason to
murder and torture innocent people. The U.S. military is here to PROTECT and SERVE all
people. Does this sound like protection to you?


Details | Free verse | |

Softly

I think I’m starting to realize 
How much I took for granted 
As time goes by, and heartache 
I hear your voice softly… 

I didn’t know how to love you 
All I know is that I wanted to 
Now that we’re apart 
The clock ticks on, softly… 

I wish getting over you 
Was easier than this 
Perhaps it’s because you 
Touched my heart softly… 

Parting is such sweet sorrow, 
When the pain comes too soon 
Loving smiles turn into something else 
As time passes none too softly… 

When the skies turn 
like gray, dust inside my mind 
and then the rain comes, 
dripping to the ground, softly… 

Now whenever I see a rose 
Or think of springtime breezes 
I see your eyes in my mind 
The tears fall softly… 


Details | Diminished Hexaverse | |

Our Fate Awaits

The days stretch so long,
sky hot and burning.
Unbearable heat
shall dry up this earth,
split the ground apart.

We have lost sight,
not in control
of destiny
or of our world.

Wait to die,
fate awaits
to take us.

Look back,
too late!

Gone!


12th July, 2012 (c)


Details | Ode | |

My promise to you JCO

There are moments I still wonder why. 
Question everything I gave, and every action
I blamed myself for you not wanting to try
But came to realize you never gave a fraction.

I bled my heart out for you
Cut even when the scar would heal
The wound in love was cruel
Hope in selfishness you chose to steal

You found me in a thousand bits
Picking them up one at time 
Instead of glue it was a temporary fix 
To make the shattering affect more define

Now that the tears have all fallen
I promise you only of this
Your face I will have forgotten
But mine will haunt your every first kiss


Details | Narrative | |

A Place Above the Crowd

Killed in Action....
   Now his absence will be grieved
   This is how they will perceive him
~

He was the boy, we didn't really notice
He always had a smile
A little shy, smaller than the rest
Although he tried, he was never the best

But he always had a smile

Never the best at hitting the ball
or winning a race, or having a face
that the rest of the gang would notice at all

But he always had a smile

He was the guy, that people forgot
It's not that they meant to do any harm 
It is just that they thought he lacked the charm

Rejected by some, neglected by most
Too quiet they said....to stand above the crowd

Even though he always had a smile

Yet...now that heads are bowed....they notice him

Only the war had use for him...long enough to lose him

Killed in action....

Funny about that.....now that he is gone....they are even writing songs of him

But he was a hero....long before they noticed


...................................................................
For David's Contest: Heros or Heroines 6/7/12


Details | Rhyme | |

This Could Happen To You

I got so many bills I just want to cry.
Because on Social Security I have to rely.
On the side of the road you may see me as you pass.
I'm unable to drive and can't pay anyone gas.
One side of me won't function. Not many jobs I can do.
I struggle with buttons. Can't even tie my own shoes.
Where are we going? I ask you once more.
I can't remember your name, or even what you came for.
I Can't follow along. Every thing's a distraction.
I'm scared to speak up. Afraid to see your reaction.
They point and they giggle as I limp to my spot.
Some act disgusted, like I'm a disease to be caught.
Don't take things for granted. I know this to be true.
One day things could change. This could happen to you.


Details | Free verse | |

Reason To Live

Sliced and bleeding,
my heartr stay's open.
Cut by the hands of fate.
But no matter how deep,
it stays open to all.
From the richest bastard,
to the poorest hobo.
My heart hear's their story,
and the slice deepens.
For the comfort of the others, their happiness and joy.
I allow myself to bleed.
For with no joy in the world,
we have no reason to live.


Details | I do not know? | |

"Clairvoyant Keeps Me Safe"

No nights has fallen so cold, no wind has soffocatted me so strong, no words has so much
weight, my lungs collapse for this, all i do is picture good old times and creat the one i
want to share my life, like talking to the dead, i look in the mirror and my mind is so
stretched by loneliness that i see them behind me smiling with pride and proudness,
forgiven by something not real, i feel safe only on my own, simply because i feel an army
by my side, they tell me how to make things easier, everything is gonna be al right, away
i have rested, i can hear them call me inside the house like if they were really there,
almost  like if i was part of them, alone in disgrace i drown my pain, on arms of my mind
i feel supported by powerless snakes, but everything is starting to change, i am confusing
my world with the hell outside the house, people are starting to see me the way they are
not, thinking i am posses by nothing positive, feeling i am welcome to the fall of
psychosis, my life twisted with my mind, not a clever move but supportive, people calls me
cold and selfish, i refuse to listen to their petitions, essence left my this house long
on yesterday, my twisted road is hard to walk, i don't know were to go or to hide if i
only could, believing in in something not real much harder than accepting reality, dust is
blinding my toughs, the air is hollowed by devils, now i am trapped in my own creation, i
have come so far to die here, please help me out, i never listen to the world outside, now
i am just standing alone with these devils who do not let me go, i cant stop listening to
them, they have died in vane like i will do too, they refuse and now they hold me tight, i
cant struggle, the more desperation my body builts the stronger they get, my pride has
fallen, my honor to my world has died, my house is falling on me, stuck in these state of
questioning, empty inside, my chest has become a burial of dead dreams, don't force the
dead to save you, i have been absent to this night for far too long, i wish i could hold
hands with my parents and friends again, but i have let go of the chance now, no turning
back, clairvoyant world has become strong, numbered hours passing by, living trough the
life saved, uncovered toughs drowning the back of my mind, i cannot turn back now, altered
by fate, i see you and i know is wrong, i have died long nights before this one, the only
moments i get strength is when the world remembers me, i just wish there was a savior that
helps me out.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

I Signed My Rights Over

I know  it’s the RIGHT THING to do,
When I look into  MY BABY’S big brown eyes.

I’m giving HIM up, handing him over,
Telling them, I’M an  INCAPABLE mother.

I thought I could be his MOMMY AGAIN,
But his WHIMPER proves me wrong.

I’m giving him up, handing him OVER,
Telling THEM, I’m an incapable MOTHER!

And today I’m signing my RIGHTS OVER.
I had a SECOND CHANCE, but I gave my baby back,
I DECIDED he was the one that DESERVED a second chance!   

So, I gave him up, HANDED him over,
And TOLD them I was an incapable mother.  




This is not about me. It came to me so I wrote it.


Details | Narrative | |

What's on the Cover

What's on the Cover
        by Amy Swanson


"Fat, fat, the water rat,"
the other children said - 
and she could never after
get that phrase out of her head.

Little girl would anxiously
await the time for play,
praying silently that they
would not tease her today.

Every recess was the same
and each day she would cry,
at times she felt so hideous
she wanted to just die.

She had to work three times as hard
to lose a little weight
while others could eat anything
that sat upon their plate.

She grew into her teen years
all too quickly she found out
that if her food did not stay down
no longer she'd be stout.

She knew that this was not the way,
a miserable eating plan;
but it made the teasing stop,
she even met a man.

She kept her secret very well
continued it for years
while going through life's motions,
hid behind her silent tears.

Folks would say "You're beautiful,"
but if they only knew
just what it took to stay that way
they'd have a different view.

Life goes on, and time went by
no matter how she tried
she never felt like she belonged
sometimes she sat and cried.

Society cares far too much
for lust of lovely things,
And those that don't like what they see
will quickly clip the wings

of someone else who won't conform
to this world's shape and image.
It matters not, their brains or heart,
it's more about the visage.

She raised her head and looked into
the mirror, with wet eyes
she shook her head and suddenly
she came to realize

she was as good as anyone
with so much love to give -
she'd died inside, a slave to scales
she now wanted to live.

She splashed cool water on her face
and made a solemn vow
today would be a fresh new start
beginning here and now.

This is not just one girl's story
many share her tale;
warnings of bulimia
oft met with no avail.

If only we could look beyond
the flesh of one another;
True value based on what's inside,
not what's on the cover.


Details | Rhyme | |

I Know of A Brother Who's Lost And Confused


I know of a brother, who’s lost and confused… Many of his relationships, he’s already “abused.” He’s not really sure, which direction he’s going… There’s a lot of wise advice, that he’s ignoring! He’s choosing to ignore the God who loves him. And refuses to acknowledge how much he needs him! He decided to leave his family behind him… Perhaps, one day, they’ll be able to “find him!” I pray for this dear brother! He needs prayer! I know that wherever he goes… God is always there! Please, dear Jesus, touch him with your kindness! Without YOU dear lord… He’s walking in blindness! No matter where he goes… Which path is taken! God will always love him! He’s never forsaken! The words of God, must somehow get his attention! To give him a clear path, and a godly direction! May the love of Christ, get a hold of his heart! Coming to Jesus, is a good place to start! Whatever this brother does, or where he goes… Only the righteousness of God, can make him whole! Dear Lord… Be with my brother! That he may know you! During the journey of life, may he learn to trust you! The path of God’s footsteps, gives one a true meaning! May this brother acknowledge God! And start believing! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Being Treated Like Trash

Every day, some people have always been treated like trash, especially by their tormentors. It's always been like that since the day they met or whatever. And come to think that he or she is way better that the other makes every individual sick to their stomachs. The fact that day in and day out, he and/or she is still treating each other like garbage, especially because of either a disability, a religious background, or any of that stuff. The only reason why the victims will have put up with those bullies is because of their parents and/or his or her so-called "friends." One person being verbally abusive to another is one bad thing, but treating him or her like a piece of trash is as troubling and hurtful as being abusive to one another physically, mentally, or verbally. It makes these people sick just thinking about it, even their parents. And no matter what those hard-working people do, no matter how hard they try, they're still being treated like trash by these so-called "big shots" who are way better than them. It seems to the ones who are way better than the others are so ungrateful, especially when these people have known them for years to come. On top of all that, people like his so-called "girlfriend," people like her so-called "boyfriend," and people like his or her so-called "friends" will have the audacity to disrespect each other. And no matter that day in and day out, these people don't even have the guts to stand up to their tormentors, including the ones who are way bigger and better than other. No one should be treated like trash and quite frankly, these people are sick and tired of it. Why can't some people start treating the others right instead of treating them like dirt and who are those bullies to pass judgment on them? Right now, I wish that these bad people were to stop being self-centered, stop treating these people like trash and to stop being arrogant. And if those tormentors continue to treat them like pieces of useless garbage, that's going to be a problem. Something must be done right now.


Details | Free verse | |

Bullets rain tears

Young and innocent they went to school
 Expecting to learn and play
 Never in anyones wildest of dreams
 Did we expect that day
 For a rain of tears to shell them
 From one lost deep to sin
 But heavenly hosts came down for them
 Releasing them from him
 The devil he did have his day
 But God in end dost win
 For noubt will be lost but these young lives
 Will not be gone in vain
 The laws of the land will change in ways
 For it must not happen again
 
Those who reign must stand on this
 Take stance and make a difference
 No one should be able to take a life
 With intent nor mindless innocence
 For even when with madmans mind
 You cannot be left to mingle
 How can you be able to walk in shop
 Purchase guns and not be liable
 Actions speak far louder than words
 And if we let just one slip through
 Without accounting for their sin
 It might well be me or you
 
For on anyone these bullets
 Might be named to fall upon
 So make a difference – make a change
 Add your name – petition
 The whole wide world mourns in shame
 An Amnesty is long past needed
 Write your letters – use your vote
 Act now while it is fresh
 And pray for the souls of all those lost
 That each by the Lord be blessed
 Also for those who’ve lived through this
 That they might find a way
 To find the strength and courage
 To step out further each day


Details | Free verse | |

The mask we wear

It is that of a man’s heart to which he follows.
But that of the lord our God that guides our steps.
It is the beauty we find in one another.
As I have found this in you.
It is there we seek our true lives as we strive.
That of our soul to which cries out for love.
It is life’s trials to which make us stronger.
But our hearts we defy as we suffer.
It’s there we die inside from the rejections.
Not just love but the life we have to live.
It’s that of the people we try to impress.
Only to find out we are far different in life.
But it is there we lose ourselves to.
As each one put themselves higher then others.
We are all equal in the sight of God.
Why can we not be equal on the face of the earth?
Why does each man think they have to be vain?
Especially when we all bleed the color red from our veins.
It is in this life we only live once.
Why can I not be me instead of someone dictating for me?
It’s because each person wants to control us and what we do.
Instead of worrying about themselves and what they do.
It is there I fight for freedom and rights I have in this life.
As I stand as a rebel, alone in this life.
But it is there I am strong and without blemish you see.
Because I have the greatest gift of all.
And that is God is here with me.


Details | McWhirtle | |

Yiorgos the Philanthropist

I stand in great awe of
Yiorgos the Philanthropist
who in public shared cheerfully 
his wealth for the needy.

Oh, what a hypocrisy
It’s unbelievingly hard for him 
to give the wages of his good maid
in return, of her long service.


Details | Free verse | |

O FRAGILE LIFE OF THE HUMAN RACE...

Ever thought of the fragile life
of the Human Race?  Think again,
and it comes with that poignant question,
" Why do we live less than a forest tree? "
Even a turtle lives longer than us...
it must know the secret to longevity!

These perfect bodies will lose their beauty, and once
those first ugly wrinkles appear on our faces;
and the unradiant skin begins to sag,
finding it impossible to lie about its true age!
And we search for that miraculous cream to erase
them...hiding the embarrassment of growing old!

If mirrors show our true selves,
why are we afraid of a real image
and try to add more time
to the fragile life of the Human Race:
by looking to the stars...
instead of trusting in God! 
But some of us refuse to confront
the unchangeable, hard truth
and rather believe the greatest lie,
thus, making us so miserable...enough to die!

Gracefully embrace your old age,
and take advantage of its wisdom...
laugh hard at those fools or so-called idiots;
they may be still young and unaware of their actions...
and like you, they will reach that stage
when they'll come face to face with doom!

O fragile life of the Human Race,
weren't you given a beautiful promise
and a freedom without boundary...... 
when obedience was shown daily,
and thoughts of avarice and envy
didn't keep them from a Creator
who blessed them with grace...
to extend His kindness and favor? 


Details | I do not know? | |

Is Some One There To LISTEN?

Angel's are for you and only you. i think you can have many angels. i don't know. 

 But anyways....
if you don't like to go home beacuase of the drama going on between your parents? just go 
to your room and just...talk!  talk to your angel....

If your in a bad situation, and your scared with no one to comfort you?  There IS someone 
to comfort you right now... with an arm around your shoulder saying everything is gona be 
all right in you ear.....
 

 THERE IS ALWAYS SOME ONE WHO WILL LISTEN AND COMFORT YOU WHEN NO ONE ELSE CAN!!!!!!




                   *comment if you have a thought or fav poem)*

                                     -Angel4eva23


Details | Quatrain | |

Stowaway

Lack of perspective 
on a burdensome life
leaves us in pieces
near a sharpened, slick knife.

Smashing heads yet again,
to the wall I beat mine,
trying to break through
to our friendship in time.

My appearance lacks 
motivation and heart,
locked away in my mind,
I am falling apart.

I don't treat such a treasure
like one should be loved,
stopped giving time of day to 
my friend from above.

Care too much 
and stow it all away,
making it look like I don't care
whether you leave me or stay.

A painful gut feeling may 
nibble at my gray heart,
but I just fear the truth
and I don't know where to start.


Details | I do not know? | |

You and I



You and I.


You.

Your heart blazed,
with a warmth of spirit,

soothing,

alluring,

soaked in truth.



Your smile burned,
branding me permanently,

gentle,

tender,

enveloping my being.



Your love was complete,
from the depths of your soul,

unsaid,

yet fierce,

bathed in silent knowing.



Your dreams were poetic,
fluttering in the afternoon breeze,
infused with the distilled essence of rhyme.


I.

I squandered your generosity of spirit.

I vainly discarded your priceless poems.


Now I stand,

alone,

empty,

desolate,

wasting away,

rotting inside, day by day.




Details | Lyric | |

My Dad Another 24th


Days go past us, as do winds of season,
But never the days and years
That get stuck in some ear and age,
That engulf us like mirages in a desert.

One such mirage in my life is of my Dad,
Always before me, waiting for me;
Yet I never reach in time to be near;
So near to me, yet so far away.

Never did he forsake me, in life,
Never for moment, never for a day;
Always beside me in my hours of need —
A dear friend, a true companion, a great dad.

He suggested the best books to me,
But never pushed them into my hands;
A mere suggestion about the inputs —
The next thing I know, I have my hands full.

He sang tunes soothing, melodious,
But never forced me to listen to any songs;
A mere suggestion about the notes —
My passion for music was born!

His acquaintances, colleagues, all friends;
Value of friends in life is priceless;
A friend is a cool morning breeze,
Surround life with friends, my list’s endless.

Never fear life’s rollercoaster ride;
No problem is without a solution:
Life is too short to fret and fear;
And so, I tried, yet fear engulfed me.

He came back into my life in many forms,
Beating death; guided me with many a face:
As friends, notes of music, verses from books —
He never left me and my life, my Dad.


Details | Rhyme | |

Love's Ache

As I walk I watch from the corner of my eye hoping to see you running after me,
Hoping that you will scream out to me saying that you can't let me leave.
I visualize you grabbing me by the arm and then holding me tightly forbidding my escape,
But no matter how far I walked there wasn't even a hint of a shadow belonging to your shape.

Why...why must people consist on standing between happiness that isn't dramatizing no one,
And what is wrong when two people become so fond to each other that they naturally form a
connection that's bigger than the sun?
My heart hurts...not because of us...but because they won't leave us alone,
My soul aches because it knows there is no longer an "us" that use to brighten my tone.

I tried to fix the problem like a man and admit to my misunderstanding of what was said,
Though no one believes black men no more because the majority only thinks with their head.
(think about it)
I fought for what this...love I have let find me so I can hold on to it eternally,
It was this love that transformed my violent thinking to something more gracefully.

All I want is the angel God blessed me with back to my side so I can smile again,
Return my rib to me so I can live the life I came to cherish so we can make amends.
I will always love you...that's what she said to me before I had to break away,
I will always love you even after the end of time...that's what she heard me say.

It's done...you have to do what you must to rebuild your family,
That I respect and would rather happen instead of us being selfish quite frankly.
Seeing those tears brought tears that I thought no longer existed,
At that moment of time the light that was hidden away in my heart revisited.

I pray one day all the drama...confusion...and everything else will pass so we can be
together once more,
Because I can't remember a time when I've meet a woman that I truly adored.


Details | I do not know? | |

cHeckmATE

Three months is date 
Six months our hearts pulsate 
Ninth month is here
If there isn't hate
Then soon will be a year  
We're really to believe it to be fate? 

Smothering ourselves in this theory 
A concept based solely upon the idealistic "soulmate" 
By this, we incorrigibly infatuate 
Neglecting what's real 
Ignorantly becoming our own hostages 
Essentially an internal inmate 

Prisoners who fear 
Distrust 
And self mutilate 
We're sitting patiently as we wait
And wait
Just to wait

Playing these games we're burdened to tolerate
Causing confusion 
Creating heartache

But in the end I'm betting all that I've got
Betting on the most evident of facts 
As I'll always be the first to call... 







Checkmate


Details | Prose Poetry | |

letters to Mary

I pull my shirt off to check for the bulls eye Today it’s there so I’ll run and hide but to no avail I’m the pawn in your diabolical tale premeditated and calculated guess I missed the cookie crumb trail no clues are friendship was going stale you stabbed me in the back knowing I'm emotionally frail You blind sided me and so likely is the story that it’s just my luck Now I’m always your excuse when your talking about why you can’t drink it up I hope you chock on those lies you poser You’ll never help people your an emotional bulldozer Maybe one day you’ll suffer from real emotional ills Believe when I tell you It Kills Everyday I take a handful of pills even then their is no guarantee There's are days when negativity and overwhelming pressures consume my very being and the crazy thing is the seeing because it’s believing witnessing me in a blank stare I’m conscious, but no one’s there Just - My - Stare Inside I’m busy with my clipper ship I’ve floated upon your hurricane and every little happy moment we ever had has crying stinging pellets of mad


Details | Quatern | |

What are dreams made up of

Dreams, my only escapisms
No more realisms or academisms
Only altruisms and fairyisms
There, where my love lies in mysticisms!

Dreams, made of your essence
I become there not a butterfly
But a moth craving for luminescence
Wild and free, as pig in a pigsty!


Dreams, the only place where I can let go
And speak of all that has never been said
All that pain in my veins which made me an albino
All gets drained away, as it had been soothsaid!

Dreams, my own escapisms
To run away from reality
A harsh and cruel monstrosity
Made up of your aching absenteisms!



Details | Senryu | |

The Kids of Divorce

Mom and Dad divorce; the kids are damaged for life; but some are relieved.


Details | Dizain | |

SANITARIUM'S SPRITE

                            


                                                             “A sex symbol is a heavy load to carry 
                                                              when one is tired, hurt and bewildered.”
						          ~ Clara Bow ~

Clara Bow was one fine-looking “colleen”, Though her judgment of men was “dubious”, “Quintessential” star, silent movie queen, Her life made some overtly envious, Smokey eyes, behavior promiscuous, Caused whispers with each new “affaire du couer”, Her fresh meat of the week, le goût du jour *, Lovers so many, lovers so “randy”, “Blokes” boasting of bedroom tours were just knaves who kept affection handy. Her Parties became quite legendary, She “titillated” with jokes rather dirty, Flaunted in front of her adversaries, Curved ‘round men, delivered lines flirty, Ended her reign before she hit thirty. Battling booze and numbers on the scale, Rattling her cage, a wild spirit so frail, A heart and mind that could not "acquiesce", Sanitarium’s sprite, a wraith so pale soon learned that black and white are colorless. Oh, how sad and tragic was her childhood, Hungry and unclothed, a tot destitute, And daddy did things that no daddy should, Mommy was a lady of ill repute who heard inner voices she could not mute. This unloved flapper loved to get “fuzzled” Often spoke out, until she was muzzled, Searching “hither and yon” for all she’d missed, A little girl remained lost and puzzled, First robbed by madness then by madness kissed.
For Debbie Guzzi's Language contest. 10 of her cool words used. * le goût du jour means “taste of the day” ** coeur has one syllable. About this poem Clara Bow’s beginnings are beyond horrific. Her mother was a prostitute and schizophrenic and the future starlet grew up in complete poverty. Her mother attempted to kill Clara by slitting her throat, and she was sexually abused by her father. A notorious partier who would tell all the juicy details of her liaisons with directors and famous leading men (including Gary Cooper), she ended up spending a great deal of time in institutions. Her story is a sad one, and testifies to how damaging child abuse can be. She was loved by directors for her ability to cry real tears on demand. She said all she had to do was think about being a girl again and tears would flow..


Details | Lyric | |

away with the sun

Its getting late
but you already came 
and while you were here
things never change 
you lay with me
and tell me your words
then you leave 
and I feel hurt.
Its not you that hurts me 
but the sound of the door
closing behind you 
I know for sure 
you'd like to stay 
but you never do
I'm left alone 
missing you. 
These days its more frequent 
you leave so much
that you're gone more hours 
than the day brings sun
and I have begun 
to feel so numb
when the door closes 
another night I run
far away from the thoughts I have 
because its killing me to look
at my empty hands
I remember when we were on the sand 
you told me you loved me
but you weren't my man 
and so I walked, feeling okay
but too many months 
now I want you to stay
Am I selfish?
asking too much?
You only visit me an hour
after dusk
and I must go on
but should I stay?
when you see me sometimes
but its always too late.


Details | Elegy | |

My Kashmir Burns (Part 2)

Another son is dead, until five he lived.
For his long life at Shah-Hamdan he had threads tied
“Shehij ninder yee nai. Gahas Kormakh Khudayas Hawale”, his mother cries.
No news can penetrate across the mountains. Satellites work here no more
My Kashmir burns. And no one knows.
An old woman with torn scarf sits besides fire. While feeding her neighbor’s child
She sighs. Is my son dead or alive? She silently cries.
In Madrasa I hear children reciting Quran. A girl’s come out dragging her feet.
I remember her from somewhere. I remember her seeing naked. 
Oh! God she is the one who was raped.

Nights have turned pitch black. My eyes are losing the habit of sight
Midnight soldier’s set another house ablaze. At least there is some sort of light.
Many letters have been written to God. Postcards posted of those raped girl’s 
But its curfew again. No post office deliver’s the message again.
Death comes from everywhere. Close your windows mother
For bullet respects no womb. It turned Gulistans into tombs.
From the plains the visitors come to visit their God’s
They are our only witnesses but hypocrites at heart.
They say paradise is kaasmir. While my Kashmir is ablaze
They testify against us. Is anybody witnessing this? No one at all
Be witness to at least this. Open up your eyes my Lord!

When paradise is painted with colors of hell, certainly divinity loses its grace
In the news the reporter is beaten. Bamboo sticks are hungry for human blood.
Let Kashmir go to hell. A new promise in their portfolio.
Threads have given up at Dastegeer’s place. Even they are horrified at our fate.
In Maisuma boys are dragged by police. They close their dreams, end their screams
In a police gypsy.
Men shape into monsters when they are given right to anarchy.
The gypsy drives them into the dark cantonments. They will remember this day
Interrogation officer comes. After celebrating his son’s birthday.
The winds from the cantonments bring their news
Burned tires around their necks. Burning stoves near their heads.
The knife tearing up their flesh.
And the boys cry, “We haven’t batted yet. Cricket. We know nothing”.

Death wants children to be headlines
Hunger has affected the heavens as well.
Graves are full. No more space left.
We need land of the plains. For our graves.
In the ac car the bureaucrat goes. The mother’s with search full eyes
Ask about their sons they lost. They drink their tears
And he sips champagne.


Details | Lyric | |

Let me release a sigh

I don't know how it began-
what matters is it's there
like a famished bee on on a daisy
Let me release a sigh-


It was one point in time
and began wherever it did
I did not notice
by the time...



All i saw was
    large dark pouty bats
        I used to shepherd
           on the mountains where
	      sorrow was sipped for water


Facts were without polish, but
        were trampled carelessly
there was no north, south nor west nor east

There did not exist any peace
                        to be seized.

I used to see, but nothin'
they were used to a vast blank screen
seeing was nothing, stop whining-in other words.

all flowers were born faded
all the time was it,
that kids used to cry, which nobody hated

rain was not rain
    food was not food
        cloud was not cloud
            day was night, night was nightmare


Now,
    I remember it well,
            when you turned up as lost
                in my town, torn and ghost

Now, it was talking
with all joy and glee
I came across you sudden but free

It turned out

life was not squeezed between white and black,
                                                     not even grey

let my eyes drink green, blue, orange and honey

You were there, right across my trembling knees
        with all the brightness,
I was stunned by
        your amazing albescent brilliance


Ey, the world! hear me out,
I don't get covered with blank, vague darkness any more
let not my heart cease throbbing, it's insane!
I already got used to the glamor, it's not in vain!
Hold, hold on please, let me release a sigh-


Details | Rhyme | |

STILL WALKING AND BREATHING

It's sad to reminisce the memory of those
who have long left our world without a chance for goodbyes....
I was left behind for an unexplainable reason
to fulfill a task with a true purpose;
and still walking and breathing I go on,
gathering tiny fragments of stories never told by writers.



Sometimes I tell myself," Why was I continuously spared?"
" Why do I have to be the last one to leave?" 
Those answers will be given to me when I'll grieve,
and close to death : I will hear them through the voice of the Lord. 
And instead of receiving comfort, I will generously give it...
even to the enemy who once despised my honesty; 
and coexisting with everyone, I will uphold my ethical code and go forth,
not cogitating the mystery of my unblemished identity.



Many before me have achieved this by resisting change,
not adapting to the new moralities dictated by society,
but the result was too tragic and gruesome for all to accept reality;
and as lepers with open wounds, they still indulged in pleasure,
hiding their disease with canning lies and eloquent flair....
I would cut off my own hands, rather than share the unclean thing!  



And still walking and breathing, my arduous mission must be complete:
neither ridicule nor contemptible looks will make me put my rod away!
I'll stick to my convictions and move on to delight in another blessed day,
and as bewildered as they may be, I refuse to be compassionate...
they must understand the purpose of my birth,
identify those works and deeds that give me worth,
then the outcome wouldn't be short of a miracle;
and ebullient as they appear, I suspect they will tremble!



Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Schizophrenia's Curse

My faith is a source of comfort
In the turbulent storm that has become my life
After all, God has graced me with special powers
But when it comes to my personal anguish, his ways are unknowable
I have managed to estrange almost everyone

Personal relationships collapse around me
But there is a man who loves me, somewhere across the world
Even though he claims he's never been interested
The poems he writes under a woman's name
Tell me all I need to tell myself is true

And I resent that he pretends I am an intrusion
While whispering the words of his true soul, elsewhere
If only his friends that call me crazy knew!
They would be humbled, to say I should be the one ashamed
And realize that they are the stalkers, not me

It cannot possibly be that those poems are actually written by the woman
It hurts, when people call me mentally ill
God cured my sickness, years ago
And has retained my prophetic abilities
Despite my repeated lies

No, I still have my gift
Which means that God has forgiven
He saw it as a tool for survival
In the rift of challenges from people who feign disinterest
But who carry me on in their heart

I will be your salvation
Please don't see my promises of eternal love as a threat
As a matter of fact, I'm growing impatient with you
Why do you keep lying about who you are and your feelings for me?
Why are you embarrassing me like this?

I contacted your work to tell them you were a liar
I put your address out, with threats to tell your wife
I knew it would draw you nearer to me
Because I am helping you get over your illness
You can pray it away, like I did.

That "friend" of yours is the devil in disguise
She will eat away at your soul
I cannot believe you let her say these horrible things to me!
It's so obvious that she wants to be with you
Even though she keeps telling me you are happily married

Wow, you are really starting to enrage me
With your insistence that you are not in love with me
And lying to fool a few people that you do not share my faith
You don't respond properly to threats of hell
But that is where you will end up, if you keep this company

I refuse to accept you for what you say you are
It's okay - I know the truth
And I love the real you unconditionally
People sickly claim that I cannot understand love
Now stop ignoring me, you monster!

Why are men so hard to understand
How can someone of faith be so blasphemous
I am your angel of light, your lamp
And you shut the door in my face
I will haunt you, for the rest of your life


Details | Free verse | |

Up to up

Fed up
fixed up
dressed up
turned up
stood up
gave up
p.......up
fed up.

Peter Dome. copyright.2012.


Details | Free verse | |

Woman from Congo

I am woman … 
WOMAN
Of Congo, 
Chewed, 
Spat out,
And bestowed with straw basket
To fetch water. 
You set upon us 
Wild dogs, 
Stretching our legs wide,
Ripping out our genitals and dignity
To nurse your children’s 
Craving.

‘fore you design gods;
Ones who create dolts, 
Small-minded folks, 
And feast on minerals – 
Congo was a lady
And I … I am
WOMAN, 
Strong black woman.

I bought some views 
On black market; 
They are rare commodities,
Sat down with glass of nsamba
on the rocks
And seriously contemplate …

It is hard to buy
Black market stuff;
We are set up
To think
East is inferior to west,
Barring them Europeans
Who broke their necks
To dwell in Canaan.

One thing is for sure,
They alleged a better name
And substitute 
The ones we were given;
Those with implications.
Oh, what things we see
When we start looking
From our own eyes.

I am WOMAN …
Woman alone
And taken against my desire,
Ravished by the corporations;
The gods who create your children
I am WOMAN, 
Woman from Congo.


Details | Rhyme | |

No More. .

As time flews,
Worries exist for wasting the past.
No matter what happened last,
Its never goanna play a part vast.

Known mistakes committed,
If remembered, leaves heart punctured.
Mind keeps on compromises,
Spirit always confronts.

Smiles for no reasons, bent into
Inner cries in impending spring seasons.
Sorry if I made you cry hence
At least you could understand how I wailed once.

Learnt till extreme to block my tears
Since GOD accounts its every drops.
Thank u.. for your departure taught what World is!!!
And I became skilled of judging persons

I forgave whole heartedly
Please forget how I abandoned you  too.
All most a year over spent time in yelling
It’s the point to turn an expeditious back. . . 

No more scratched mind,
No more sensitive possessiveness.
No more affectionate tricks.
No more I Love the fake you. .

Time heals the shattered thoughts
Bringing bandages for uncut wounds,
Its my Life I need to take care,
Keep going with all obstacles there.

I remember no longer your voice, your smell,
Your touch. . No more and no more. .
I know you cant survive my Attitude – so
Make your way before your girl friend bid away.

					~Hannah


Details | Free verse | |

Changed It All

Looking back on all the untimely deaths
Of all the celebrities we grew to love
I guess all I am saying is:
If there was a way I would have changed it all

I could have prevented Ronnie Van Zant and his band
From boarding that beat up old airplane
That not only killed himself and injuring his friends
But leaving behind so many good things that were ahead of him and his career

I would have tried to make Chris Farley
Check into a rehab center
So he wouldn’t have died
From taking all those drugs and alcohol

I would have tried to convince Selena
That Yolanda was a dangerous woman
So she wouldn’t have gotten shot
And had to leave this world at such a young age

Phil Hartman, John Lennon, Steve Irwin,
Heath Ledger, John Belushi, Michael Jackson
It seems the names just go on and on
Even though we can never bring them back

We could have made an attempt
To try and have changed it all


Details | Terza Rima | |

SATAN IS THE HATER OF GOODNESS

Satan is the hater of goodness and Holy Books;
He roams our earth to snatch souls with deceit...
can you recognize Him behind beautiful looks?  


Many have lost their life to lust,
greed, vengeance, murder and envy:
will you be the next one in tumult? 

Creators of offensive lyrics and demonic music
have made Him their obsolete Master...
are you worshiping Him and turned frantic?


He will not influence my thoughts and words,
because His ways are the ways of distraught...
I'm freed from deception and false lords.


Satan is the hater of goodness...
look around, His influence is seen everywhere:
in the Visual Arts, posters and ads.


Will we be His devoted followers...becoming His puppets?
He wouldn't be happy to lose that fierce battle
against God and the believers He can't manage on strings.  


Details | Free verse | |

Paper Heroes

There are no more heroes in the world
Nobody to look up to anymore 
No integrity displayed by anyone 
No honor 
No loyalty 
No honesty 

Now it’s all just flash 
Lights and glitz 
And the latest reality blitz 
Nothing of any real substance 

Gone are the days of a child’s hero 
Long live the reign 
Of the digital zero 

Media’s royalty 
Is the new elite
With piles of cash 
And the latest tweet

Rappers and thugs 
With bling and bang 
Rhyming their way
With the latest slang

What a sad display 
From a once great creature
The trading of humanity 
For the next glitzy feature

I am sick at the thought
Of the future of my race
Who sold out their souls  
For more advertising space

It’s all too funny 
To even get mad 
I just sit and observe 
The next latest fad 

Perhaps being of limited existence isn’t so bad 
It spares one the continuing freak show of the mad 


Eric (and sometimes not) 


Details | Free verse | |

Diamond In The Rough

The Diamond in the rough has been lost in the masses of panicked flesh
He looks through the eyes of the unnoticed,
He thinks with the questioning of his being,
He only looks to escape the day

The Diamond in the rough only leaves in the night
bereft of joy he entraps his plight
He makes music alone waiting for pain to escape
he looks in the mirror and cries at his face

the Diamond in the rough he's escaped far away
He's tired of the masses he sticks to like clay
He walks the silk plains and travels alone,he's severed all contact with his past and his home

His potential may be realized and maybe it won't
He writes in his soul what his eyes have absorbed
They hear it and like it but they always want more

His soul's been exchanged by demons in suits
For MTV slots, platinum plaques,drugs,sex, and a bust in a room

The Diamond in the rough,no longer there lies
but he's had enough he's decided to fly

The fame and the fortune has darkened his day
It's tragic, but masses proclaim him cliche'

He knew they would view him as weak,and then scared
Nothing else mattered he was always prepared

He couldn't fear fear any longer inside
Alone in a tower a diamond he died


Details | I do not know? | |

The Dance Of Poverty

The Dance Of PovertyThe dance of poverty woe,
(Oh the cold);
the dance that sorrow knows
and throws
...at each and every one us.

We starve, we pain, we weep
we reify the woes we keep.

Within our chest, which beats-
lies a forgotten heart that bleeds,
to the rhythm of the broken drum
of abandonment.

Beat the drum, kick it, tell it "it is worthless"
and forget it. 
The drum will lie there in the streets regardless;
abandoned for the world to see.

It is the tragic tale of system abuse 
and abandonment.

It is a dance eternal;

It is a forbidden ritual;

It is a tale of life and death;

It is poverty...

now forget it.


Details | Lyric | |

Dream Liberty -- Butterfly Effect

Butterflies quietly fluttering In my soul Transforming my life Morphing into something so unreal So Different, silently beautiful So hidden and lost A fire dances on my pale iced face Lively prancing as each sheds more light The embers glow in your singed shadow Was this eternity meant to last forever? I couldn't believe that a simple flap of butterfly wings could cause such a storm, a storm in my mind The simplest things causing the greatest of pains Why cant I be one of them Forever and free I'll be with my dream of liberty Punishing the dead Can you never let anything go Is it all to hard to see That your bias takes you on a blinded delusion Where all they plunder is hate Terror is a virtue When becoming a king So cut off the strings of my life With your power And you will see the strength of the dream of Liberty I couldn't believe that a simple flap of butterfly wings could cause such a storm, a storm in my mind The simplest things causing the greatest of pains Why cant I be one of them Forever and free I'll be with my dream of liberty I couldn't believe that a simple flap of butterfly wings could cause such a storm, a storm in my mind The simplest things causing the greatest of pains Why cant I be one of them Forever and free I'll be with my dream of liberty


Details | Clerihew | |

Trump Up

In the polls, Donald Trump
took an astonishing jump ,
but the most surprising thing for me
is I’d vote for him over Huckabee.


Details | Haiku | |

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


Details | I do not know? | |

Always Hurt

No matter what happens to you or to everyone else,
I'm the one that always gets hurt.
I should be used to it,
But sometimes I'm not.

I brush off the pain,
Like it's dust on a shelf.
Hiding behind this mask, is my true feelings.
But a part of me doesn't know as if I should take it off.

They say I trust too easily,
They say I love too much,
They say thats how I always get hurt,
And that my heart's fragile to the touch.

They lie to me from the start,
That's their fault.
They should know better,
Unless their hamster wheel came to a hault.

They ask for help sometimes,
So I say okay.
I don't have to though.
Their problems, obviously, are not mine.

Yes, there were a couple of guys that hurt me,
Emotionally, not physically.
They're the ones I loved the most,
That's why it also hurt the most.

I was crushed,
I'm always falling for the ones that seem like they care,
But in the end, I'm hurt and they're gone.
They have already moved on.

Always hurt,
Sad to say.
It's true,
Especially when they say "I love you".


Details | Sijo | |

Your Safe Now

<                         Safe Haven where others come when things go bump in the night
                              Abuse Homeless Protection Ordered   Greeted open arms
                                 Replacements of broken smiles caused by anothers demeanor act


Details | I do not know? | |

Condescension

Do words hurt?
To be belittled,
talked down to,
dehumanized,
rejected of your very life.

To be objectified,
demeaned,
robbed of your mind
and spirit,
robbed of your individuality;
your very heart itself.

Do words hurt?
Or are they illusions?

Is equality a dream?
Do you notice it at all?
Walking day to day,
from place to place,
seeing the masses.

Do you feel their struggle?
Do you take the time to care?
To wonder if their lives are really equal,
like yours?

Do you dream in apathy?
Or are you awake in denial?

Do words hurt?
When used to steal.

Do words hurt?
When attacking,
when targeting,
when ostracizing,
humiliating;
or criticizing?

Do you have feelings too?

How would you feel?
If I talked down to you;
...in condescension?


Details | Free verse | |

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. 


Details | Rhyme | |

With my convalescent mind

Remember all that time we spent on the back deck At your parents house. So very comfortable in that serene kind a way. On that beautiful day Late one may Ill never forget that sense of togetherness I felt. My heart melted. I knew I always wanted to stay, right here with you. A comfort altogether new Just as beautiful at It’s inside point of view. They seen us and knew! We where, the best of friends. Partners in a way that complements with such grace. Beatific, such as this spring breeze, We cheer the coming of the warm months. With a bottle of wine or two. Those conversations I hold so dear. Crazy Intellectuals, all together classy. I still benefit from the knowledge past to me. It’s been really hard Being torn away from this Knowing it was at the hand of my own demise. I still love them, With my convalescent mind.


Details | Free verse | |

Shoo-fly pie

they till the soil
with a simple plow
pulled by a horse
they've weaned

no electric
nor vast education
only hard work 
religious dedication

a simple people
of limited skill
yet a divine community
of love thy neighbor

you see them
on horse and buggy
a painful sight
for speedy drivers
who live life too fast
to notice a smiling beard

we buy their products
because they produce quality
quilts, baked goods, furniture
made with hours of personal touch

such a wonderful community
once distant from the world
now tragedy has found them
the price paid for trying to belong......

Bob Shank-Oct. 4th, 2006
yesterday a nut went into an amish school and killed 5 little girls, while wounding 
others. Every year I go to Lancaster, Pa. to get 10 shoo-fly pies from a barn 
(store) near dutch wonderland. I love the pies, but the people even more so, such 
a quality of life they lead, and yet they are slowly buying into society's material 
ways and they don't realize the price is far to heavy to pay. Somethings are better 
off left alone, like the molasses used in the shoo-fly pie, change it to syrup and 
the taste is bitter.........


Details | I do not know? | |

Holding Back my Grudge

I know I shouldn't say this
I keep my mouth shut
But don't worry this time I promise not to cut
For both of our sake 
I ruin it all with a snap
But don't test me because you just caused a crack

I do this every time
It’s the after party of hate
I don't appreciate
And I’m done with the negotiate 

It’s the rate that I’m falling
Let me take my time
Trust me I'm not stalling
Your weight’s causing me to drown
Why does it hurt?
I should be like you
Happy as a Jew

It’s a monster that’s trying to escape
And it’s something I sure can’t duct tape
Don’t rub it in the face
Keep it low key
Walk away with some pride
Don’t mention you’re so happy without me


Details | Rhyme | |

The Golden Rule according to Gee Dubya

Do unto others before they can do unto you
Call it preemption and lie through your teeth when you do.
Make up connections to terror, folks don’t have a clue.
Be sure you’re firmly entrenched when they find out what’s true.

Scare the bejeezus right out of them, it’ll be fun
Don’t let them find secret prisons, hide that smoking gun
Unpatriotic to speak up for truth and peace, son.
World domination’s the game here, forget the long run.

Propagate myths through our compromised media herd
Broadcast them loudly repeating each threatening word
It’s well established – beliefs form on frequency heard
After while “mushroom cloud” won’t sound so grossly absurd.

Strategy’s worked for four years now, don’t want to get iced
Hard work required to keep justice from spoiling our heist
Must keep the populace panicked and properly biased
Maybe pronounce that Chavez is the new anti-Christ?


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Emotional Hole

I did not find myself to be so important
So I ask my friends do I seem distant?
When I ask the question I had received an answer, Yes
So I think that made it clear that I had been not the best
I am a friend of a friend that talks so many things
That friend talks to much it is insane and insanity it brings
I do care, about my friends they are all good people
They tend to stand on their high steeple 
Today I find myself not so aware
Disbanding my fear of regret and care
Walking many different paths I see that I have found holes
It is the path that people choose to use to fuel their rage with coals
Coals are partially burnt wood or fossils a piece of fuel
It is the source of burden and fire a rage of emotions that stands cruel
It can be warm and caring, but it also can be baring
I just start to feel so low, below the ground I keep on staring
I reach for my friends so many times I feel so ignorant at times
Just once I feel I should not rely on them when feeling I can not find 
I dig my hole deeper and I can not climb out
For some reason I am just full of doubt
I care about so many things and what I have is confusion
One person should be all I should think about to get out of that illusion
My battle in my heart and mind is not at all so pleasant
I feel so alone in an island that is shaped like a crescent
My emotions is like coinciding with a diameter of the semicircle
Not a full emotion that is complete like a circle
My feelings is circular full of incomplete thoughts, so much deeper
I feel it will wake up my evil half a evil soul that is a sleeper
What question should I ask myself? to believe that I am not so alone
As I feel like a person who is deteriorating to the bone
I ask my friends the same question once again
I figure I should do it, to know what kind of feelings I should end
So many thoughts that come out of my feeling
I feel like my friends take, an emotional trauma of stealing
They ask me questions and I answer theirs
But when I need mine answered I feel burning inside like a flare
Are they even friends when they do not take me serious in anyway
Just put me in my hole cause I feel nothing in their will be getting in my way
It's just so simple to answer someones problem
I answer friends with beauty of a rose, but when they answer mine I get the stem
I know the stem is very important in life, with out it how can a rose be a rose
With a hole to put the root and stem in how can it grow
The words we speak I guess is like all natural things we reap and sow


Details | Lyric | |

Save Me From Desperation

It's been so long since I could Feel you, Hold You I'm wondering if it was Just an Illusion For love For me could Not be real Nobody could Love over The Borderline, not even I So if you ask you'll know why I silently began to cry I need you here, to hold me I'm so scared without You I just want to Sleep forever Never stray away far Save me From Desperation Never Say It wasn't meant to be I can't take this lie You Kill me With this So much I hurt so much inside these words burn as I cry This life is destroyed without you The joy that comes is the Joy of the Empty The despair I'm prone to maynever wilt I way You could have been there You could have saved me but no you left I was here to stay In the Dark When the razor called me back You could have been my light throughout the eternal black My Soul Has yearned for but where are you Please come back to me I desire just a one word of comfort just from you, only from you Tell me this is just a Lie Just a Hallucination from my Mind I'm suffering I'm Dying I Need you I'm begging just for one word please save me from Desperation I'm the Petal You're the Wind Without You I can never go Far You're not here I'm now stranded alone In the plagued island of my mind only if you were here only If you here You could have Saved Me From Desperation


Details | Free verse | |

The soldier, the war, and I

The soldier, the war, and I


Today I am home and thinking to my self..
What would I be doing if I had a soldier coming home to me and my family?
What would I be doing if I was the soldier looking to going home to my family?
And then, I look back at all the years passed since this last war..

Many children have grown to become men, Others have grown to become soldiers
Where would I be if I had gone to the war and fought for my country?
Where would I be if I had gone and came back safely?
Where would I be if I had not gone at all because I was not qualified to go?
Would I be with my family or in a hospital injured?
Would I be standing proud, and laughing with my friends and family?
Or would I be dead, as I never got to come back?

Today I am home and thinking to myself..
Thinking of all of those brave soldiers, children still
Who are out there, suffering.. And some ill

Today I am home and thinking to myself..
How many woman are crying because of their gone loved ones
How many men are crying for their loved and missed ones
How many children are fatherless or motherless, or both!

And at the end I stop. I think no more..
I am grateful for the things I have, 
I am grateful for the people who surround me...
And I am sure grateful to never have gone to a war; yet, 
I sure appreciate the thoughts, courage, life, and suffering
Of all of those who have been touched by it.


Details | Rhyme | |

7-7 London terror

7/7 London terror attack 2005

7/7 London terror 

On the local bus and heading west, 
Going into London town. 
There's something happened ahead, 
Coz' the police are all around. 

There are sirens in the distance, 
There is panic in the air. 
I am early for my interview, 
So I do not need to care. 

Then a phone call from my brother, 
And I asked, "what's all the fuss?" 
His words to me were frightening, 
"Get off that bloody bus". 

He spoke then of the carnage, 
Of the scenes of disbelief. 
The blood, the smoke, the murder, 
The unrequited grief. 

I could not travel further, 
As the news it quickly spread. 
Reports of bombs and suicides, 
And of countless people dead. 

I walked into a betting shop, 
Saw the broadcasts of the news. 
Then I saw those scenes of carnage, 
And those sad uncensored views. 

I saw the blood, the tears, 
The shock, the sobbing cries. 
I asked God, "what is happening?", 
As the tears filled up my eyes. 

To the bastards who have killed today, 
It is you we do not fear. 
For every person you have killed, 
There are ten more coming here. 

You can bomb us in the tube trains, 
On the buses, in the street. 
You can hi-jack cars and aeroplanes, 
For its us you won't defeat. 

You can bomb us in our villages, 
You can bomb Old London town. 
You can bomb us in the countryside, 
For you'll never bring us down................ 

In memory of the victims of the London bombing of 2005


Details | Rhyme | |

Yet, I Still Thrive

Does my face retrace the anger,
of a once distant love affair?
Do my curves exhaust a notion,
that at one time we kindly cared?
Yet, I still thrive.

Does my smile rile your insides,
and shadow a subtle act?
Do my hips which sway in elegance,
bestow this monstrous attack?
Yet, I still thrive.

Does my laughter force the cringe,
grimaced upon your face?
Do my fingers not gently guide you,
to a once happy, exotic place?
Yet, I still thrive.

Does my spirit not depict beauty,
of a once stunning shore?
Do my lengthy legs not confine you,
in perfect synchronization anymore?
Yet, I still thrive.

Does my sensuality no longer appease,
the thirst once quenched within?
Do my eyes announce the sadness,
of forever living in sin?
Yet, I still thrive.

Does my lonely heart sob uncontrollably,
noting a broken bond of hate?
Do my tears not convey the purpose,
of two lost souls with opposite fates?
Yet, I still thrive.



Details | Blank verse | |

Wilted Rose

It was something beautiful,
 like a quickly budding rose.
 We found it among the thorns,
 struggling to reach the sunlight.
 We gave the flower so much care
 with soil and shade and gentleness.
 We watered the flower, so happily,
 almost too happily, too enthusiastic.
 We were a whirlwind, destructive
 despite all our best intentions.
 I think that the flower drowned.
 We just used too much water,
 and the flower quickly faded.
 We killed it.
 We, together, now have no purpose.


Details | I do not know? | |

looking back on the bad

i sit here on the tracks 
everything has changed 
i try to sort out these new facts

i was his number two 
I didn't know
 But now i do
and its time to look for 
someone new

today my old teddy provided no 
comfort
so im here instead 
  one of the few times im truly 
hurt

im looking back on the bad 
he was my number one
And now I'm  so sad

i run my fingers through the 
gravel
tears rolling down my cheeks
my world is slowly starting to 
unravel
 
im looking back on the bad 
but all i see is him
i think of what i thought i had 
 
I remember his sweet kisses
Tender moments I hope he 
Forever  misses 

I guess I never truly showed 
how I felt
How each time he warped me 
in his arms I would start to 
melt

I'm looking back in the bad 
And I'm ready to die
Ive wasted my trust
And I'm wondering why


Details | Ballad | |

O MYSTERIOUS SEA...

O mysterious sea...as light
as the eyes of my faithful sweet-heart,
inspire the distant soul
of this poet in distraught...
whose poem is still unfinished;
give him the rhythm and flow
to embellish his heart-felt verse
with sentiment and thoughtfulness!

Beyond the rolling waves,
ships carry secret lovers
who deride and defy their fate 
and set their souls on fire...
without feeling a need in dire,
or admitting an awful mistake!

O mysterious sea...
take their ship away
to a shore where nobody will see,
and let their fornication be 
as crude as the awakening
of everyone who's not afraid of indulging;   
I will take no part or joy
in their pleasure so openly and willingly! 

Could I forget that she ever existed, or
ever loved me with trust and sweetness?
Wouldn't it be unforgivable and wrong...
to waste what was blessed by holiness?
In this era of unfaithfulness,
many choose to do harm to someone else...
thinking only of self-gratification,
breaking the vows of dedication!

O mysterious sea as deep as the love
of my changeless woman,
who contemplates every sunset and dawn
with the purity of a dove:
let no beautiful eyes deceive me,
and sadly erase the innocence of her memory!



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Thin Line

Thin Line 


You hate me when i am around you 
you hate me when i am away
if hating thrives you everyday
i am your energy and 
your medicine at your need
when you gossip for your play.

Poetry 5/18/12 by  Keith K. Relf


Details | Rhyme | |

Falling down

Plotting my new existences
living off hope and sheer willpower.
God,
who knew, their would be this resistance.
I tell the loved ones in my life,
this will take persistence.
Pray my kids wont end up as misfits,
and living this life doesn’t put us at a distance.

Falling down now is not an option.
Groveling at the feet of others is,
but to proud to admit.
Quick to bring it up in my face,
here I come in defense.
Putting you in your place,
I'll leave you with the proverbial kiss of death.

Please busy yourself
with someone else and there business.
I don’t think you know what nice is.
Maybe next time you’ll find this,
but in the meantime
find joy in someone else and there crisis’s.

Falling down,
well that’s what got us into this.
Not your fault,
I’m your best wittiness.
Don’t you think I will live the rest of my life
forever in debt to this.
Spend my time regretfully ashamed by the actions
that lead this consequence.
Like the loss of my one true love.
Talk about shame,
this story will give you chills.
Believe me when I say,
it will leave you with emotional ills.

How about the missing moments
I will never get back.
Six birthdays, Three Christmases,
Two for new years,
Or the loss of the life,
that made breath late that night.
For a moment all of her thoughts were on me
Waiting on me to breathe.
I wonder what she’s thinking of me.
Surely disappointed in everything.


Details | Couplet | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Darts

Drops of sweat slip from my furrowed brow
Eyes squint, select a number and let fly now

Miss again, a millimetre is a mile once more
Aimed for triple twenty, only got double four

The walk of shame, my oh so familiar friend
Silence broken, on alcohol I forever depend

The steel point of eyes bore into my neck
My opponent leaves me a juddering wreck

I lose the match; the wife won’t give me a kiss 
I wish I could have been anything else than this... 


Details | Ballad | |

All Alone, 11-19-09

Mommy, I know I left you here.

Ring ring went the phone,

Little did we know never again would I answer

Ring ring went the phone.

 

I was eating breakfast when

Open slammed the door,

That morning how strongly I would have denied

I would end up on the floor.

 

I tried to scream, Mom, I really did.

But he had me. . .

He used my garden tools to beat me.

He had me.

 

Those tools used to bring me so much joy,

But his purpose was to aid him.

I had loved greeting visitors with garden so green

It's not the tools' fault though, I don't blame them.

 

I shielded my face with my hand,

But soon that was broken. . .

The simple trowel was my doom,

All too soon, my face shattered and broken. . .

 

There was blood everywhere;

Mom I was so scared.

To stop fighting though,

I never dare.

 

The sleek black laptop I had

Been given for Christmas

Which held all of my

Favorite pictures of us,

 

With it and my purse,

He ran away,

Not knowing I wouldn't

Be here today.

 

The white-washed walls

Of the hospital room

Only all too well reminded

Me of Amontillado's tomb.

 

I left you in the hospital

Though.  All alone. . .

They caught him, have comfort,

Even if you're alone.

 

I'm sorry Mommy,

I didn't want to go. . .

But who ever gets a choice?

I had to go.

 

How little did we know, that

One day, ring ring,

Never again would I answer

That phone, ring ring.


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.


Details | I do not know? | |

In The Darkness

"Sing!"
The word tore through
The silence.

A silence as thick
As the darkness
That wrapped around us.

A darkness
Inhabited by people
Equally as dark.

"Sing and raise us
From these shackles,
From our misery,
From our fears,
From our reality!"

This command 
Was not for me,
But the woman
Who sat in a distant corner.

Her voice rose 
Like the sun,
Steady and slow
Warming our souls.

The clarity of her voice
Was like a dew drop
Magnifying the lines on a leaf
Upon which it sat.

Her voice was as beautiful
As an orchid,
And like an orchid
It was a parasite,
But instead of a tree or plant,
It got it's sustenance
From her soul.

And still
It was not enough.

"Stop, stop,
STOP!!!"

"I do not want to hear
A song as sweet as
A ripe mango or
A freshly chopped sugar cane."

"I want to hear a song
That is rich in pain
As well as triumph.
A song drenched 
In the tears of brave men
And steeped in the sorrow
Of their women folk."

"I want our song."

The silence stretched
Like a sunset
Under a cloud heavy sky.

Then the song began,
A song we all knew.
A song that had brought
Tears to the eyes of kings.
A song that grew courage
In the hearts of cowards.

The song was infectious,
Leaping from man to woman
And woman to man
Like a great sickness
Found deep in the jungle.

Before long,
Voices rose into the darkness,
Vibrations bouncing off of
Unseen walls crashed against
Or bodies.

In this moment,
We were one.
One voice.
One people.
Bound for one place
And from that moment
We shall remain
One people.

One people 
In the darkness.


Details | Couplet | |

when people say

Every day,
You would think people pray,
They scream Jesus mighty name,
But constantly use it in utter vain,
No one ever says Buda when they get upset,
They just say the name who freed us all with no remorse or regret.


By: Sabina Nicole
Contest: Word I Hate When people Say
Written: 7/23/12


Details | Rhyme | |

The Potter and The Clay

The Potter, drenched in his noon-day sweat,
Sat hunched, cursing his fate;
The Clay which he fiddled with now
And the wheel he made to rotate,
Found him saddedned by a thought--
Saddened by his inward urge:
Should he make two separate 
figures?
Or should they be merged?

Straining softly his fingers, first
He carved out a beautiful girl:
She thought how worthy she was made--
On her toes she did twirl..
With another piece of that clay,
The Potter's hands so swift,
Carved-out a man--a handsome Prince,
To be her Worthy gift...

The Sun drenched already the life of him,
And fused it in the clay--
The God-like Potter who played some more,
Thought of it this way.

Now both of them, kept in the Sun--
She'd dance and he'd play...
Soon love came-in at first sight,
But these pieces of clay,
Fell into a trap of envy and
Began the struggle to live--
Both knew of what is their's to take--
None ever learns to give....

Meanwhile the Maker, seeing them crack,
Frowned in great dismay,
Quickly picked up, merged them both
To a single ball of clay:
He thought again, what went wrong
And spun the wheel anew
'Should I make a single figure
Or should I remake the two?'

The Clay, still spinning in itself,
Knew It wanted none;
'Let life of Strife be not mine,
Pray let me stay as one....'


Details | Terza Rima | |

SO FAR...ONE WORLD, ONE DESTINY

So far...one world, one destiny
and despite how men have ruled and rule,
courageous women still seek equality.


Who ever said, without comparing, that a female is weaker than a male?
Open the pages of human history...how many heroines have we loved and admired?
Shouldn't they take, at least, partial control without demoting their mate's iron will?


So far...one world, one destiny, but peace is the fartest dream in reality;
and we imagine the existence of other races more advanced and intelligent than ours,
and without any proof, we fear that they will reach Earth and will dominate us indefinitely. 



Shouldn't we learn how to get along with one another...
before attempting to settle in other planets, where there's no life?
We'll be wasting resources on discovery instead of helping each other. 



So far...one world, one destiny without the gift of intuition;
everyone's eyes stare at each other and simply see their differences...
what if they could be useful in improving our mutual admiration?


We are set apart by national pride and color,
and like beasts we attack, harm and hurt to survive;
but all these thoughts and actions drive us further and further.


Details | Narrative | |

My Grievance

I did nothing to you
I did my job
I worked hard
You didn’t help me
You had me 
At work until 7pm
Nightly for the first
Semester
As time rolled on
I started getting better
And you kept pouring
Showers of stormy weather
Giving me letters 
Stating false information
Doing everything
You can to wreck 
Celebrations
Tried to fail me
In observations
Boy did you
Dish a lot on my plate
I could never
Believe that one
Individual
Could relay
So much hate
Maybe I made
A mistake 
In wanting to succeed
The whole time
I stayed on my knees
You will be charged
For malfeasance
This is only
A fraction
Of my grievance.



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Unexpected Company

Unexpected company
Brings unexpected sorrow
Leaving me emotionally drained
For the beauty of tomorrow
I try and put on a happy face
And pretend that I am glad
But every time I look at you
I’m nothing else but sad

I glance at you, you glance at me
Nothing to be said
And when there happens to be a talk
It shrivels black and dead
The wrenching in my stomach
Will never go away
My soul demands to forget you
But my mind will not obey

You don’t deserve the thought
You don’t deserve my care
You don’t deserve the happiness
That you will always share
Oh lost! Oh love! 
Can you hear my pain-filled cries?
Have you gone away forever
In your farewells and goodbyes?

We’ll meet again I think
You! The only one that matters
And there will be unexpected company
As my hope and spirits shatter
The world will spin on and on
The cycle will proceed
As you dine in cheerfulness
And I the darkness feed

I should have seen it coming
I should have seen you going
I guess the hardest part
Is accepting I am knowing
I hope one day he’ll find me
In my sickly state
To cast away my only company—
Emptiness and Hate


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The Breakdown

Kill me now,
no one needs to know how.
They don't care anyways,
let me waste away.

I'm so alone,
I'm always on my own.
I was happy one minute,
now I want to cut.

I'm trying to stay strong,
but it's been too long.
I'm giving up,
since no one is helping me up.

I'm falling down,
and there's no one around 
to keep me sane,
so all I want is pain.


Details | Ballad | |

Ballad

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away— I met the person whom I shall love. It was summer season—in the month of May, when I found my dearest dove— my life; my beloved; my prized; my cherished with no name. In that land far, far away, surrounded by the seas, by the name of Puerto Prinsesa, we tasted the sweet scent of its breeze— I and my cherished with no name— as little seraphs of heaven sang in bliss. Stealing glances, that’s all we had in that land far, far away; and also in stealing glances, our tale has ended, as we witnessed ourselves falling away. The sun never rises without bringing me trances of my cherished with no name; the wind always whistles but I never had the chance to hear the voice of my cherished with no name; and so, my heart desires of revisiting our land far, far away— to bring me back to the scenes, to bring me back to my once upon a time that my yearning heart once has seen.
Author's Note: Inspired by Edgar Allan Poe's Annabel Lee


Details | Free verse | |

While you say good night

You live the night,
While I live the day,
You sing the birds to sleep,
While I awake them from there deep sleep…

You say good evening,
While I say good day,
You make a wish on shooting star,
While I only wish that your dream will go far…

I say good morning,
While you say good night…
I live in the light,
While you say good night…


Details | Lyric | |

A man called Bob

A man called Bob

I met a man some years ago
A man with so much soul
He was a Maori warrior
And he seemed so very whole
We used to play Guitar together
And we’d talk of mystic things
Whenever I think of my friend Bob
Such sadness does this bring.

Bob he was a ‘one off’ man
He stood there all alone
Most folk they just worshipped him
For never was he known
To hurt someone in anyway
With mouth or foolish act
He was a total ‘gentle man’
With courage, style and tact.

Old Bob, he taught me how to live
Though I’m not there quite yet
He died of cancer of the brain
And I will not forget
How I watched his essence leave his shell
On that day so long ago
Now in, my deepest vastest depths
A part of him does glow.

27 July 2013@0440hrs.



Details | Rhyme | |

Are We Trying to Remove God From Everything


 UNSUPPORTED CODE We often hear this topic across our nation.
Another person crying; “discrimination.”

In our many attempts to not discriminate.
It seems like it’s God that we seek to eliminate.

It seems like we’ve come up with our own “rules.”
And somehow have turned into a bunch of “fools.”

We accept many perversions of various kinds…
But God himself?  We seem to close our minds!

In many of our lives,  we’ve “kicked “ him out.
And refuse what he really is about!

The words, “In God we trust...”  Our money bears it!
Anything of God?  We’re afraid to share it!

It seems like the courts almost say he doesn’t exist!
And have brought much confusion into our midst!

As many say it’s “offensive” to display a cross…
Many godly values have already been lost!

It’s time to wake up America!  And begin to see!
The kind of country we’re beginning to be!

A country that’s foundation is getting off course.
Being driven by a wicked and ungodly force!

Out only hope is in God!  And him alone!
We must invite him back into our homes!

To God and his word we must hold secure and fast!
He is our only hope that our country will last!


By Jim Pemberton


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 | Rhyme | |

We Are Marshall

Southern Airways Flight 932
November 14, the night they flew
McDonnell Douglas DC-9
Like all flights, they should be fine
 
On the return home
They clipped some tree's
The final run
From Greenville,NC
 
37 players
In all, 75
From this tragedy
None survived
 
This Thundering Herd
Taken in their prime
Coaches and others
Before their time
 
But We Are Marshall
Would rise again
To take away
This terrible pain
 
From a point of closure
They reunite
To carry the lost
In their football right
 
Jack Lengyel
Appointed coach
With Red Dawson
Through Dedmans approach
 
Young Thundering Herd
First game lost 
29 - 6
Experience cost
 
First post win
Against Xavier
15 - 13
Calms despair
 
In 1974
Jack Lengyel leaves
But, We Are Marshall
We quietly grieve

" Dedicated to the Thundering Herd Football Team from Marshall University-West Virginia
                               and Mr Arthur D. Schwarz, a fervent football fan "


Details | Free verse | |

The Spark

It was overwhelming, it was lovely
It was my definition of forever, it was empowering
I spread it into the sea
Into space, time, and everything in between or beyond
I spread it into their souls
I spread it throughout the forgotten dimensions

Betrayal, a curve ball
Unexpectedly knocking me from this universe
I floated, away from everything i had seen
I was spread, beyond the city
I was spread, further from the seas

Closer to the bottom
The light became dim
The light became an illusion
The truth had been unfolded beneath
Like a trench, eager to sub duct innocence of loyalty
For I had traveled so far...

The spark, what is now a burden
What now burns
For once, it lit the way
It guided the way that the mind created
The illusion we were eager to find

Now all that is left
And of course,
Only the foolish search for the spark


Details | Couplet | |

Gone

They took him away, I don’t understand
He was wrongly accused, I’m taking the stand
They said he was bad, was that all they could say?
He was actually good; isn’t that a shame
He suffered badly;  can’t believe he didn’t won
Ten years in prison, now this is wrong
He payed the price, can you live with that?
Keep questioning yourself, did he take that shot?
They said life is too short, I’m disagreeing with that
I think life is unfair and that’s a fact.


Details | I do not know? | |

Unwanted

I feel like feces in a toilet
unwanted and flushed away
like a rotten egg; scorned
cracked and then thrown away
maybe even like spoiled milk
one taste and i make you sick;
then i'm thrown away
i'm like a bugger in your nose
you just got to get rid of me
like pigeon poop
you wouldn't want me to touch you
it's funny
because to me, you're
like a million bucks
i'll want you all the days of my life
but to you;
i'm just a tissue
that you use
and then,
throw
away


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 | 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 | I do not know? | |

Friday

Enjoy every moment in your life
You’ll never know how long it lasts

Show your commitment to others, your concern
It may be too late if you wait one more day

Let people feel happy one more time
Tomorrow may bring sorrow’n’pain

You cannot lock anyone in the box
Even birds do not survive when closed

You need to  give freedom and space
No matter if it brings life or death

People turn into dust and disappear
To be forgotten is their only fear

The ancient secret of immortality 
Is to live forever in people’s memory


Details | Free verse | |

Am I Still Forgiven

I did it again; I need forgiven.
Will He still forgive me even though I've fallen before?
I've fallen into these same sins countless times before;
I still haven't learned my lesson.
I am an ignorant hypocrite.
Am I still forgiven?


Details | I do not know? | |

I Stand, Alone



I stand, alone.

Scratching for my truths,
peeling away the veneer,

I stand, alone, before this
impregnable cliff so sheer.

Cocooned in my solitary shell,
wrenching a smile from a tear,

I stand, alone, a little odd,
and definitely quite queer.

I stand, alone.


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 | Couplet | |

The Deadly Dart

Wherever I go through out my whole life,
I end up struggling with lots of strife.
Thinking that my life is a total waste,
Wanting it to be over in a haste.

I can feel the pain inside my own heart,
Like someone through at my a deadly dart.
The wound is easing deeper and deeper,
Will the pain ever stop getting bigger?

Feeling emo is never a good thing,
Cutting your arm makes a really bad sting.
Blood is dripping from my arms and my heart,
Failing to dodge the largest deadly dart.

Drowning in all the lies and self pity,
I live each day but always feel sh*tty.
I have lots of thoughts about suicide,
But then I think about those who have died.

Those who have died not just from suicide,
But also those who are really nice guys.
...
...
...
...This "poem" was actually suppose to be a couplet (on any thing you want) for my english 
class but i made this kind bcuz i was feeling emo that day...and also after i was done i read it 
over and it almost sound like a rap song which, i guess, is kinda funny and cool.........


Details | Verse | |

HEAVY RAIN

I feel as though i have embarked on a new journey in life, happiness is not permanent, a  
dead end craft rest deeply inside of me. Failure prospers as though i harvest it with a  
vengenance. I am a citizen of pure life, engaging in my own salvation, no longer a  
priveleged fool with a slave mentality. I lust for forgiveness therapy, will i ever be able to  
right my wrongs, making melody in my heart is a steady process but i hear no joyful  
noise.My instruments of love only seem to perform thunderous deceit, suffering is my  
foundation, wounded time is on my side.


Details | Couplet | |

Detox me from this World

Obsessions and vanities 
False lovers, calamities

Misfortune and shame
Our world’s sinister game

The more you have the more you need,
Fixing your eyes on possessions and greed.

Stab your neighbor through their eye
So they are blinded by your lie.

Keep all busy and far from home
So children are left to roam alone,

Murdered by the age of eighteen
What do you expect when your world is creating machines?

Assembly lines are still in effect,
Just this time it’s your soul they require you to check,

Loyalty fades through each generation,
Yet we wonder why so many are filled with manipulation.

Take a pill, for Everything
As long as you perform, conform and bring 

Take no time to share or care
Just as long as at 7am you are there.

Smiles are perceived as suspicion,
Our mouths are ammunition.

While each group gets worse
We embrace societies curse.

For intellect now rules
Yet, technology has created fools

Dependent on everything else
Except God and ourselves

Detox me
From deep within
For this war is something I will win
The shallowness of daily faces
Leads my spirit into dry places,

Detox me
From former foes,
For their webs were spun and I didn’t know,
Their empty hearts that cannot understand me,
Leads my soul to cry out to thee.

Detox me!

Detox me!

from this world.

By: Sabina Nicole
Written:4/5/12


Details | Lyric | |

Where Melancholy Mingles

I suppose
there’s always good reason
to cry
sadness never has a tough time making friends
ominously,
this dark acquaintance often approaches 
lending water for eyes
to cry

I suppose
there's never better time than now 
to moan
grunting and moaning are long lost relatives
miserably, 
feeding off each other 
dragging stragglers along for the ride
to moan 


I suppose
anxiety needs a moment in the sun 
to worry
flipping, tossing, in a cerebral ceremony
fidgety
anxiously twitching 
as everyone quickly moves
to worry

I suppose 
there's no harm in a little dishonesty
to lie
while thieves join the party
deceptively
a terrible tandem 
of dirty deeds and tendencies
to lie

I suppose
everyone has the ability  
to struggle 
with adversity, where melancholy mingles
blatantly
crying, grunting, and moaning
anxiety moves in permanently
to struggle

 
and I suppose,
there's a heavy dose of negativity 
to digest 
mixed with stress
continually
it may lead to one hell of a 
nasty mess
to ingest
 
©  2011  ~JSLambert Esquire


Details | Free verse | |

Ode to H.W. Longfellow

  
		
In his chest, his heart to bare.
All the pain and sorrow there.
   
Fire! Fire!  Everywhere!
Screaming! Crying! In despair.
   
Vailiantly dashing the flames he chased.
The fire melting his loves life, cotton and lace.
            
Scars to hide, upon his face. 
Still Henrys quill went on to trace
.            
"The Cross of Snow", a sweet sweet lay.
Of the wife he lost on that sad day. 
            
His thoughts of Fanny would harken him.
And is now at rest, with his mighty pen.......
 
 
 
 
 
 


Details | Haiku | |

Drug abuse

Many of my friends
Has passed away in their youth
Due to drug abuse


Details | Rhyme | |

Everytime I See Him...

Everytime I see him, my heart aches and breaks.
Everytime I see him, my knees and hands shake.
Living with the pain,
I am in vain.
Thinking that I'm hated,
It's not appreciated.

Everytime I see him,my world turns.
Everytime I see him,my stomach churns.
Everytime I see him,the world goes around and around.
Everytime I see him,it's like my heart's falling to the ground.

Just hearing his voice, all rough yet smooth,
Just waiting for that one perfect move.
At the same time, his scent is sweet & bitter.
It makes my body feel as if it's gonna shiver.

Everytime I see him, a flood of memories come into my head.
Everytime I see him, it's like the burning in my heart is being fed.
This pain hurts so much that it's so unbearable.
To me, this situation is not understandable.
Can't he understand that I love him so?
Well, I guess not...


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Sandy Hook

Today, it just doesn't seem fair
That we are still able to breathe.
They have given us their air-
Our duty to lead the life they leave.


Details | I do not know? | |

Their Greed

A resolution, 
An abomination,
To much to bare,
Our inflation.

The unfortunate ones.
Struggling by.
Happy they are,
Makes you want to cry.

We do for the rich. 
They would have nothing without us.
Yet their greed is unbearable.
Lets put THEM on a bus.


Details | Free verse | |

The Ivory-BIlled Woodpeckers Sing,

"If only, if only," the woodpeckers sigh,
"The stars in the heavens would light up the sky.

"If I could just bring
the mountains down low,
Those landforms up high,
Where my trees would grow.

"The drums, cease to roll,
The armor, to rust!
Their hatred to flowers,
Their swords into dust.

"If only, if only," the woodpeckers cry,
"Our homes had a place way up in the sky.

"But now that we've gone,
We're extinct, put away,
We all rest in peace,
And now you must pay."


Details | Free verse | |

This is Who I Am

I am me; and I know there are going to be people who do not like me

But I can not change the way the feel about me and I'm okay with that

Why change them, when I wouldn't want them to change me?

They are who they are, and I am who I am

This is who I am: I am Emily, a person that tries very hard not to judge people

This is who I am: I am Emily, I will be anyones friend; It does not matter what they did

It matters that you take them in your arms and hold them and tell them your here for them

Even if they walk away, it matterd that you showed them you cared


Details | ABC | |

THE WILDWEED

I was many in the field But had to know what's beyond the hill. Didn't know the cost was my roots.


Details | Free verse | |

The Bullet, It Flashed Before My Eyes

The bullet,
it flashed before my eyes and I knew I hadn't long.
But mom and dad, don't be sad for I went as was singing a song.

The bullet,
it flashed before my eyes, and I then saw my life.
I know twas short, but no regrets for I knew your smile and needn't much more.

The bullet,
it flashed before my eyes, and I think I glimpsed the light.
But now that it's dark, I'm looking back to see if your alright.

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

In honor of Trayvon Martin. Will the hatred ever stop?


Details | Prose Poetry | |

TRUE MR RIGHT OR MR WRONG

No one really knows 
The True Mr. Right or the true Mr. Wrong
They all come singing, the same sad song
Her dad once told her Mr. Right
Will choose the right path to God
Mr. Wrong would lie, cheat
Make your head go round and round
Mr. Right would have dignity and pride
Mr. Wrong, false promises then hide
Ever hear Trini Mr. right or a Trini Mr. Wrong?
Full ah ma-ma-guy, fake smile...man be gone
Remember, be careful choosing Mr. Right
Be fearful of Mr. Wrong
And analyze all, their sad songs...

©Copyright November 1, 2011 by Brian Pierre-Alexander 
© All Rights Reserved


Details | Rhyme | |

Just A Dream

The rain began to fall like the tears rolling down her face.
Each day she opens her eyes, reality sets in place.
She puts on a smile and pretends to be brave
But inside are hugs of comfort she constantly craves.

Her head starts pounding, her body feels sore.
She hates this feeling, she felt this way before.
She wants to pull out her hair n scream out aloud.
Her skies are turned grey n covered with dark clouds 

Nobody seems to understand the way she really feels
Different emotions everyday, she’s finds it hard to conceal. 
Happy people around her, yet she cant seem to find her smile. 
She’s tired of pretending and starts to feel hostile.

She feels disused by her family n friends
Her reality is like a constant nightmare that never ends. 
Deep into thought she lays curled up on her bed.
The feeling of loneliness is one she mostly dreads

At this point in time, she realizes she’s on her own.
Even though surrounded by people she would still feel alone.
She was racking her mind tryna figure out what life’s about
She could feel no purpose, but only self doubt...

Her friends have changed, yet she remains the same
Even when around them, she feels so small an inane. 
Everyday seems similar and she wishes her life would end.
As she gets older she notices there are less people on which she can depend.

Something’s lost inside her; she’s losing her strength each day
The only thought in her head is escaping to a place far away. 
Somewhere where she will be happy and start to smile again
Starting her life afresh and forgetting all this pain. 

As she gently closes her eyes and starts to fall asleep
She dreams of this place where she will no more weep.
For her dreams are the only place she feels vibrant and free.
Her only way of escaping Life, this harsh reality… 


Details | Lyric | |

Lies Become Life

These are my scars
And I know they haven't gotten me far
But it's complicated
And this is who I am to be

They say everything happens for a reason
Well I have two cents worth a dime
To say nothing good about that line

This isn't really fair
I didn't ask for you to take it this way
I can't just walk away anymore
Keeping my head from that door
Your tricks don't keep it away anymore

This is how I choose it to be
It's the closest I am drowning to be free
And just leave me and let me see

Theres only one way to get it all away
I will stop at nothing and think it all off
Just play that beat and watch me hit the wall

This isn't really fair
I didn't ask for you to take it this way
I can't just walk away anymore
Keeping my head from that door
Your tricks don't keep it away anymore

I won't let you down
And hit the floor
There's apart of me thinking,
I can't do this anymore

I'm truly convinced
That telling you this lie
Will make it the truth in my life

I wont let us down
I'll keep my guard around
And watch my head hit the door
Am bound to fall down
My tears hit the floor
As I lay down
I know I ain't coming back for more

This isn't really fair
I didn't ask for you to take it this way
I can't just walk away anymore
Keeping my head from that door
Your tricks don't keep it away anymore


Details | Rhyme | |

Hold On To You

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


Details | Rhyme | |

If We Lose Everything There's Jesus

If We Lose Everything… There’s Jesus! We have seen the destruction of various storms! They come swiftly and in many forms! So many people have lost everything they had. I see their look on t.v. And it’s very sad! I wish I had the money to buy them a home. So many look lonely and feel all alone! I wish I could “wave a wand” and make it go away. I wish to encourage them, with what I have to say In spite of all of our nation’s goals and ambitions. It can’t make up for life’s adversities and afflictions. Calamity and heartache can quickly appear! And much of what we have. can soon disappear! If I can encourage the many who’ve lost so much… I pray you’ll be strengthened by God’s loving touch! Won’t you let him help pick up the “broken pieces?” He can bring hope and total completeness! He’ can build and restore that which has been loss! He does it willingly! And already paid the cost! It may seem like you have just lost everything… You have no idea, what kind of comfort, Christ can bring! Won’t you allow him to restore your life today??? He’s more than able to do it, in a gentle and loving way! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Haiku | |

Sad Eyes

Sad eyes are dreaming
Lost in visions of new things.
Strive to spark the soul


Details | Rhyme | |

Wake Up

It has to be about you,
Always your problems, nothing new.
You take it out on those around,
They just listen, not making a sound.
Did you ever wonder, how they feel?
They are people, their feelings are real.
It looks like you don't, you cut them down,
You never even notice, you make them frown.
One by one, you will lose your friends.
You won't notice, not until the end.
You will be alone, no one will care,
All you will say, "This isn't fair."


Details | Rhyme | |

Lonely People

Lonely people in a crowd, lonely people all around
People chatting everywhere, sounds of laughter fill the air
Laughter loud throughout the room, loud pulsating empty sound
Inconsequential chatter, idle gossip all can share
Lonely people in a crowd, lonely people all around
Laughter ringing in the air, laughter hiding their despair

Chatter, chatter everywhere, the intellectuals and the snobs
Doctors, lawyers, accountants, sad drunks and gay movie stars
Young girls flirting, men staring, overweight people eating like slobs
Part time hookers , some divorcees and the men with large cars
And yet together their patter it means nothing at all
Their laughter so empty as it drifts down the hall

Desperate lonely people, wandering in and out of bars
Unhappy people grabbing at air, their lives filled with lies
People who won’t comprehend money won’t buy you the stars
People with no real meaning to their dull and hollow lives
People without knowing, giving out sad empty vibes
Lonely people in a crowd, soundless sobs and soundless cries

Chatter, chatter everywhere, as shrill laughter fills the air
I don’t want to be part of that empty shallow sound
Laughter ringing in the air, laughter hiding their despair
I want to be needed with caring people around
I don’t want to hear my empty laughter in the hall 
I can’t bear to think that life has no meaning at all.   


Details | I do not know? | |

Play Your Cards Rights

Changing my ways
Looking for hope
Wishing for peace
Releasing moap

Crying for help
No one hears
Trapped in someone's body
Retrieving all fears

Nobody understands you
You cant open up
You lie to yourself
Though you're hopeless enough

Capturing the attention
Of all that stare
You cant defy the hate
Your heart still makes you care

You think thoughts of anger
Combobulating for love
Dreaming big dreams
Flying away with the doves

You dont take life seriously 
Although you try hard
Life is a game
So be careful how you play your cards.




Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

'HEALING'

The beauty I see in things 
makes me so sad....
For when I find something beautiful,
It may never be quite that way again.

A summer day
an autumn breeze
a color in a sunset....
your warm hand held in mine.

Why do i still hear your name....
in my head....
Faint,
tired....
so tired.....
almost dead.

My soul still whispers to God for you 
without me even thinking....
So thoughtless,
hopeless,
longing,
sadly dreaming. 

Unbearable.......
That sweet old dream of being in your arms 
my frame stood secure in yours
You were thin and warm and sturdy.....
soft coat of yours so cozy.................
Your face emanating ‘happy’....

Too soon, you began to fade away......
In tears I closed my eyes 
and held on tight.....
Oh, I couldn’t bear to watch you disappear again
But I felt it, all right.....

Your memory....
I’ll stuff in the dark of my mind 
in an ebony box
And keep it so tightly shut....
Tied with a long, dripping ribbon of blood

And thus my healing has begun.....
But I’ll still be on the run.........

No love deserves to live so long...
then die alone, so painfully.
Never again will this soul feel so trapped---
so helpless----
and so...........free......................


sorrylittlesharky.com


Details | Personification | |

Tears of a Black Youth

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


Details | Free verse | |

Moment To Moment

Moment to moment… and from breath to breath…
I decide which bills to pay from this second to the next.
This one today… that one comes next…
All waiting my next payday.... never to come…
Things aren’t the same… never will be again…
I sold the last of my jewelry to pay the last bill...
A garage sale gave nothing worthy again, still…

The days travel insistently around the clock
They are quick and fleeting and leave me behind.
My options diminish more daily
Tomorrow will bring more of the same.
No one is hiring unless you already have a job.
Two Thousand arrived for one janitor to hire.

Where is my white knight to scoop me upon his horse?
Where are the promises made to a child?
Where went my home with a white picket fence?
Where is my future I hoped to retire upon?
Where went my gifts for laughter and fun?
Where went the next Christmas for my son?
They are gone and moment-to-moment is all I can see…

Is there any one out there… who isn’t like me?
In honor of every man and woman... feeling lost, forgotten, and alone.
Moment to moment I'll remember to sing our song.
We won't go unheard... while I am around...


Details | Rhyme | |

When Your Heart Turns Cold


When everything gets old, And things begin 2 take their toll, Bitterness sprouts and slowly grows. Like lava - through your veins it flows. In its wrath it destroys everything in its path- Then it turns 2 stone. When your heart turns cold- Don’t wait until its 2 late because once it’s froze- The damage is irreversible.


Details | Rhyme | |

Friends For Life

I never am so filled with hate
As when my best friends congregate,

It's true I think they're cruel and dull,
And I know the feeling's mutual,

But we've stayed together since we met
'Cause we're the best we're going to get,

Since then we've never been apart,
So still I'm waiting for my life to start.


Details | Free verse | |

Valentine's Day

A Valentine's Day dedication for those who have lost a loved one.



I know you're watching from far away.
So I'll find the strength to kneel and pray,
and send you our love this Valentine's Day.
God gives me the power to understand,
that we can no longer hold your hand.
The sands of time pass graciously,
until we meet for eternity.
My unconditional emotion has no end.
Like the flowers in the spring and your spirit in the wind.
My hands are empty without you to hold.
My soul cries out alone in the cold.
My tears still fall and I wipe them away.
God gave me the strength to kneel and pray,
and send you our love this Valentine's Day.


Details | Ballade | |

Coronation blues

Coronation Blues

Now I was just a little boy
In nineteen fifty two
{I think that was the year it was
It’s close, I’m telling you}
King George had died a while ago
And the good Princess was set
To wear the blessed crown of England
This day, I’ll not forget.

It was a damp, cold dismal day
In that grey old London town
I recall that there was drizzle too
And Lord, it really got me down.
I’m sitting there on my dads shoulders
I’m just on nine years old
And I didn’t care about no British Queen
For I felt much too cold.

So when I think of royalty
It don’t give me no glee.
It takes me back to London town
And all that misery.
Waiting for this foolishness
{Well, it bored me close to tears}
And still, that pomp, and old tradition
To me be not too dear.

23 July 2004


Details | Rhyme | |

Confessions of a Young Man

If you believe I was born to fall in love with other men
Then, you’re not familiar with this life
No one is ever born into this filthy sin
If it’s so, there’s was no need for the one called “Jesus Christ”

Make no bones about it, we deny Him, when we chose to chose this choice
As it is, to hide our guilty conscience and pretend to make peace with it
We begin by convincing ourselves that the wrong is merely right
And you joined in…with the conspiracy, thinking you were being such a good friend but, instead you helped in making iniquity normal in the end

I begged! I pleaded for months with my accomplices! “Please, please repent”!
I wanted to embrace what’s light and out all these lies! The propagandas of homosexuality!
But, then ones who yelled out acceptance loudest were the ones who then, threatened …
To shorten my life’s and its own expectancies 

“No, the truth can’t get out” they said. Oh! The evil of this society
But, now we have to emulate the lie by teaching it to our very little kids
Why must we take away their innocence? Why must also start putting confusion into teens?
Guess what? If you’re not born with it, you can now choose a gender in an elementary classroom quiz

God, I am only twenty four years old…
Why couldn’t I understand what I was doing before it grew too late?
I know you love me but, before I loved you, I so much more loved the world
In my end, I am glad to have found a true friend and I’m sure he’ll miss me as he relates my confession, of a young man who died from aids.


This piece is a confession related to me, from a young man named “John” whom I spoke with for several months on Sundays after church.  “The whole lifestyle is akin to a brainwashing by peers and one’s self” said John.       ©copyright 1996


Details | Terza Rima | |

THE INCURABLE SOCIETY'S ILLS

Two scales must always be within an approximate range
for an accurate weight, and the close relationship
between the Humankind and God must withstand any change.


Solutions must be found before catastrophe approaches,
and if we were caught by surprise, we would regret the outcome;
less trees should be cut down to make room for buildings.


Thieves, murderers and rapists should be held in contempt
and thrown into dungeons...instead of giving them cosy cells,
the Law admits that's just to punish, but inhumane to torment.


Nightly streets have been taken over by muggers, drug dealers
and prostitutes, now called escorts, haven't changed their lewd attitude;
even madams of the brothels open doors for the well-dressed sirs.


Society has gone mad, and it has condoned both sexes of equal desires;
never was Sodom and Gomorrah