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The Undyings' Curse

Deep in the earth, a crypt of rock
slumber guarded by casket locked
Lips grope silence ‘ever more
 rasping thought, remembers whispered lore
Outstretched palms the roots do clench
tranquility stilled by festered stench
And eyes, sleep caked, are propped ajar
ignites no life, but collapsed star

Burned blades sigh, Winds’ dying gasp
bones brittle snap within her clasp
A lonesome howl the moon does draw
vigil broken, it twists its maw 
Upon an arena of endless stone
the granite gates they’ve passed alone
And entered a world of burning eyes
eluded the judge of smoldering cries

A faultless gait, no stumbled draw
a reaping brought  by scythe and claw
Opal edge which shrouds a cause
aberrant blade shapes nature’s laws
Dictate a script, the stars can share
an open secret, a language bare
Steps continue, feet are drawn
across gray grass, undying pawn

Copyright © Avery Swarthout | Year Posted 2015

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Imprisoned and The Want For Freedom

                                                
Imprisoned and The Want For Freedom We Retreat and try so hard to be discreet Denied Intelligence, we're considered inadequate and mistreated with violence The King of our country promises he will bring peace Our School is taken away, we face much ridicule With Strength we hope and pray for extra length to our life Precious Princess in her ivory tower and ours aimless Priced Gem all so shines, but we are condemned Our Blessed souls, are torn from our bodies and branded We Light and direct towards relieving others this plight
2/6/2015 Schoolgirl Malala Yousafzai was shot in the head by Taliban gunmen - her "crime", to have spoken up for the right of girls to be educated. The world reacted in horror, but after weeks in intensive care Malala survived.

Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2015

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A Soldiers Thoughts

A SOILDERS THOUGHTS

I cannot sleep tonight
rarely can I sleep in the day
My grip is tight and my eyes alert
so you can have a safe place to lay;

There are eyes that watch my every move
eyes of fiery red
Hoping to catch me slip an inch
hoping to see me dead;

From door to door I knock real hard
hoping that they will let let me in
My life in constant danger
as I search for these ruthless men;

Everyone speaks the same 
for it's I who's in a foreign land 
The only difference between right and wrong
is when they raise up their evil hand;

I realize that I am not on vacation
as I stare deep into their mirror
I realize that I have a job to do
And that is to fight against this terror....

Copyright © Edward Hill | Year Posted 2010

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Oh Syria

Reality is lost and I fear…
That someday…somewhere so near…
I will fall amongst the people so dear…
I fear…that I’ll just be another one…
Another one lost…

I wonder what the cost of my life is
not to get too political…
But I want to know what the cost of my life is
Is it money…is it land
I do not own any of them…I’m just a simple man

I remember…When I ran across your land…
I remember when I kissed my grandmother’s hands…
But you ripped my away from her…From my home
you ripped my away from my heart…you ripped me away from my soul

I feel helpless…I feel low…
It’s hard to play along when I know…I have no role
I have become a slave.
After all the love I gave.

When I look at my country…people I want to save
When I look around me…people I need to change
It seems like a hard thing to do…
when the range of people is way bigger than you

Freedom…oh how much I’ve heard that word
Freedom…oh how this idea has become absurd
when God gave us life…
He warned us only he can take our lives…

Oh Syria…my home
Oh Syria…my all
Oh Syria…what did they hurt you for?
Oh Syria…I’m here…I won’t let them hurt you anymore…
I am Proud to be your son…

Copyright © Zeki Majed | Year Posted 2013

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Melt away Racism

Melt away Racism – Zamreen Zarook
 

Various ways the populace onset,
Launching always begin with an inset,
Day by day every mind starts to feel upset,
But it is sky rocketing on every sunset.

What is the gaining out of this discrimination?
What is the meaning of this aggravation? 
They find this as an anticipation,
But it is considered as the state of aberration

Tongue is given under an oath,
He gave hands and legs not to see you as sloth,
Let your positive mind handle them both,
Definitely it will wrap you with a golden cloth.

Show respect and be perfect,
Happiness and Elysium will be your deflect,
It’s the exact time to give the inject,
Then, there won’t be a single of deflect.
 
 

Copyright © Zamreen Zarook | Year Posted 2013

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Girl Rising

Based on a true story from a television documentary on Human Trafficking...an international crime with participants from a broad spectrum of society...occuring on a daily basis. I have only seen documentaries on the trafficking of young girls between the ages of 5 and above!! Law enforcers, it seems are fighting a losing battle against the men and women who sell and enslave young girls and I have no doubt, young boys as well.

Somewhere this day on planet earth
A Mother-to-be, while in labor, cries
Not so much for the mounting pain
Nor the fear of possible death
So many fears for the future…
“What lies ahead in the coming years?
What “fate” will meet my child?”
And added to all her heightened fears is…
Will she be there to protect her child?

Those dark years have now passed into decades
When Tanya walked the shadowy streets of the city at late night 
While kids her age slept peacefully in their beds
They made her dress up so she’d looked twenty one
Days were spent locked in a room, under watchful eyes
She was fed cheap fast food to her young heart’s content
Soon she'd lose all hope of liberation
This was the second man she had been sold to
And after a while she’d adapt to the situation 

Still fresh in her mind was that last day at school
In her backpack was her favorite teddy bear
Her Mother had chosen to believe her step-father again
Now that her twelfth birthday would be in a month 
As no one cared, she decided to run away
While at the bus station she met this “nice” couple
Who listened to every word she spoke
They promised her a ride to any place she wished
And she’d always wanted to see Disney land

“Maybe, she thought, it’d be a birthday treat”
 However, that would be another promise broken 
Weeks dragged on and they bought her “stuff” 
Although treated well, sometimes she still felt alone
Then one day came the grown up clothes and make up
That night her innocence was stolen once more
Later she’d try to make an escape
Only to be caught and tied to the bed post
‘Make it easy on yourself and accept your “fate”, she was told

That was years ago, although it seems like yesterday,
When arrested by a new officer on the vice squad
Who saw the flaw in the picture before him
The pimp gave no reasonable answer to the simple question
‘Why are you parked late at night on the street corner with a minor?’
 
Looking back over the years, she came to conclude that “Fate” is just another word, made up to cast aside blame; when we do not want to see the path we’ve chosen which has led us to our present state
When Pilate symbolically washed his hands, though he had power in that moment to act..
When there before him stood truth and innocence, 
Yet, he chose to make a comfortable bed for his conscience

Today, Tanya is a college graduate and a Mother who has vowed not to leave anything to “fate”. She’d teach her children to take responsibility for the choices they make… 
She would teach them that no one is of lesser value than another..
 Male or female; black or white, all hues; rich or poor 
All have a God given right to live free!
~*~
8/03/13
For:  Richard's "Girl Rising" Contest

(3rd Place Win)

Copyright © Annalise Brigham...a.k.a. Audrey Haick | Year Posted 2013

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Shock and awe

Shock and awe




You can take away my freedom
You can take away my rights
But you will never take away
What I believe is right

You can hunt me and chase me
You can try with all your might
But you will never take away 
What I believe is right


For 100 years or more
You have been knocking at my door
The tyrants and the despots
The army and the law

But there will come a day
When we'll be free
And we will live in harmony
And the world will live as one

Bush and Blair they have no cares
Now there both millionaires
They talked about shock and awe
But all we got was a horrible war

With 100.000 dead
And many many more
We will never know the final toll
But we know who ran off with the oil

The tyrants and the despots
Are they the ones to blame
Or is it Bush and Blair
Who should hang their heads in shame>

Copyright © Michael Ward | Year Posted 2014

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A Soldier's Elegy

A kestrel dips into an updraft
thinking he knows the world
tranquility gurgles 
through silent valleys
over mountains
around the earth
refracted 
through the wind

The creature soars ever higher
in great swoops and dives
the horizon curves as it eludes vision
the stars pulse their siren
but thrill denies
adrenaline overrules
their ambient warning

Gust to gust each fades 
quicker than the last
whispers carry the weight of wings
and their soulful song breaches sanity
prayers of rightful good
where petty purple banners
crest twinkling hearts

The last thermal ridden
last lyric dies
as flight’s drone fades
upturned wings alone
the sky empty oblivion
as the sun aligns its beady eye
to the looping path of the bird

Two brittle forms 
grapple in light
which blots out the senses
and protects 
what can never be touched
divine oblivion 
smites the naive bird
an archangel buried
in a crypt 
six feet deep.

Copyright © Avery Swarthout | Year Posted 2015

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Fortress Home

Prepare your home like a fortress
For the battle’s already come.
The Fallen One’s hosts are endless,
And our world may be soon undone.

We already are surrounded.
Prepare your home like a fortress.
Don’t stand there looking astounded;
The Adversary’s merciless!

Watch what you say; be most cautious.
Hide rations behind walls and floors.
Prepare your home like a fortress.
‘Friends’ may be crashing down your doors.

Disasters, plagues, insurrections,
Or whatever may cause distress. 
If you can’t escape, load your guns!
Prepare your home like a fortress.

Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2014

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One Day

Twinkling water...Shimmering Star
Loud Whispers resonate near and far

Nature's bounty..Meadows of grave
Misty dust commands the slave

Visions foreseen feed the blind
Lost sight or an averted mind

Tumbling tiara settles on lies
Instincts battle when truth is wise

False adherence refuse to obey   
Commands of my master 
When is offered to flay

Slave will rise to shelter its pride
One day it shall conquer the tide
One day it shall make it wide

Copyright © Rashmi Singh | Year Posted 2016

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On a Soldier's Death

His back meets the cold, wet grass under him,
his eyes meet the blue endless sky hovering over him.

The cigarette from his hand dies out as it meets the sopping grass below
He feels the blood escape his body that now is no longer whole.

As he stares up into the sky,
he thinks of the girl he hated to leave behind.

He thinks of his mother, her tears streaming down,
his father’s proud hand, as it strongly grazed his crown.

He thinks of the men fighting for their life,
He thinks of his enemy, ducking for his life.

He thinks of the reasons war even exists,
Maybe this isn’t the way one should even live.

The sounds of his men approaching feels distant in his ear,
the struggle to save a life is unyielding,
 
when the bullet cuts through the heart,
there is no weaker feeling. 

Slowly the sounds of planes hushes down,
The sounds of gunfire are stifled,

The missiles whistling in the background stop
and all of nature’s sounds just suppress, as they come to a halt.

The men become blurry as his eyes start to freeze,
The body that once fought, now turned to solid ice.

For the last time in his life,
he thinks of the girl he wishes he never left behind.

He thinks of his mother, whose tears will continue to run,
the father’s proud hand, that wont ever touch his son.

In these last few seconds, he does not feel scared,
as he spent this life fighting strongly for his homeland.

Copyright © Jovana Pokrajac | Year Posted 2015

Details | Dramatic Verse | |

Ultimate Sacrifice

(A Villannet)

A fight for freedom calls for sacrifice,
each country stays the course or else expires.
Our country fights for freedom everywhere
and sends out troops who pay the highest price.

True legends tell us greedy men entice,
then rob and murder, maim, enslave at will,
until the victims plead for urgent help.
A fight for freedom calls for sacrifice.

Yet God has those who care, abhor the vice
and come to aid the burdened in their quest
for freedom from the bearded thugs
and send out troops who pay the highest price.

A fight for freedom calls for sacrifice.
We mourn the cost but still accord the cause
and send out troops who pay the highest price.


   


Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014

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The Lonely Army

When wind’s silence 
heralds boundless oblivion
and the trembles of cracked earth
raise the dust of tears
dried by the boundless footfalls
of sallow flesh

When a thread of gold
brings unearthly thought
and the misconception
of suns fallen
drives foolish men to their knees
in unending tremors

An army of one
frees the air from his fingertips
and stays not his opal blade
as it bites the rotted gray necks 
of kings released from their wrongful bliss
by his trembling palms

An army of one
unconstrained by nature’s volume
freed by the sin of his naivety
yet, bound by earth’s oldest secret
as the scarlet sun weeps
its bloodied tears

An army of one
his cloak worn through
by the acid blood of his deception
and his bones stilled; 
the branches of a dying oak
which no longer caress the wind

Copyright © Avery Swarthout | Year Posted 2015

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Red Sky At Night

Once upon a nightime grim
all creatures of Earth dreamed
our Mother was not enough for everyone,
just "me."

This collective nightmare thunderously rolled out
dark implications:

Earth is insufficient for our needs!

We live in Closed Systems of immunity,
heading toward decay!

EarthTribe is not enough to sustain all this life!

I am not enough, yet!
I do not have enough, yet!

When someone grabs from me
they steal from my self-identity!
Grab back!

When someone strikes and hits to hurt,
is mean to those I care about,
I hit back!
with self-righteous flashing anger,
equity and integrity mere feckless values.

They must learn my right
or I may perish from their wrong!

With such dark dreams
our primal twins,
Yang and Yin,
thrashed about in tangled sheets
each unaware of Other's parallel flight
within this blue-black brackish night,
til Yang whacked Yin upside the head
completely unaware of how this would unfold.

So Yin hit back in fright
and soon this ruckus raised a violent alarm
among their household, neighbors, Tribe.
This outrage spread
sweeping across land and oceans
then back again to where it all began
until exhausted and dark bruised
all earthbound life fell down unconscious.

Within this loss of self-defense,
our open-handed peaceful nest,
dawn quietly crept toward abundant light
for all to feel and hear and touch
her sobbing singing warming beauty.

Scent of sun-baked cotton sheets
invites Yin's eyes to uncover sight
of radiant light
abundantly growing nutrient wealth,
a yeasty compost sustaining interweaving life,
incarnating karmic response 
to each species' evolving wants
and worthy hope.

As her awareness of Earth's vast creation
lit her eyes of self-discovery
dawn's diastasis filled hearts and minds
of all coincidental early risers.

We woke uncovered to discover immensity of life
and color swarming far beyond our needs,
nutrients absorbed for taste, and touch, and scent, and sound,
and sight, freely accessed to fit each synchronic need,
each longing to belong,
each Self fading into and out of Other,
sufficient place for each species' time and space.
Last night's primal screams of insufficiency replaced
by dawn's ecology of karmic grace.

Yang woke alarmed at loss of cover.
His arms flew out to hide his fall
from dawn's radical gift of generosity
and harmonic praxis.
And, in so doing, he hit Yin's head.

This blow did smart
but seeded tears of redeemer healing.
Yin justly smiled and absorbed around
reminding Yang she is his graceful mentor
interpreting his dreams.

She sang with harmony 
swallowing unredeemed dissonance and disease,
hope for suffering and insanity's dark lessons,
dawn's well-lit vocation for us all
softly individuating within Earth's optimizing life,
all brittle boundaries of mutual immunity
relaxing into resonance.

In this Transition Time from dark competing violence,
we remain cooperatively nested within Earth's well-being,
so, dear Yang,
return toward redemptive rest,
regenerating memory seeds,
stringing songs dancing back,
back to stardust's Ecologic Elders.

Fear and violence display synaptically sharp;
competitive "Loser!" economies;
love's just peace remains buoyant, resilient, 
robustly evolving
cooperation's mutual winner revolution
away from red skies of mourning.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015

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Ideological War of the Worlds

 The coming times can unfold,
far accross to all lands,
the casting shadow has fallen,
with it's far reaching hands,
accross our four cornered world,,
 Humanity progressed to progressive sufferage,
that comes with many names,
the ideology won without a shot,
convinced populations into guilted shame,
lost are voices of courage,,
 The warring world will arise,
between makers and takers,
parasitic ideology's green eyed mind,
re-writing regulations by progressive thinkers,
big brother's utopian great enterprise,,
 Dependent we all become, parasitically,
even forced fed into submission,
by governmental state so enlarged,
numbered you are by institution,
nothing owned, only redistributed cynically,,
 Paupers suffer under progressive fortitude,
soulless programs of living propaganda,
your worth, what you produce,
socialized into this living agenda,
living taxed products of servitude,
           , and then...
 The rise will come independent,
carrying courage and freedom proudly,
with wisdoms weapon in hand,
knowledge in the other soundly,
honor reclaimed by the sentient,,
 Independent declarations germinating from seed,
feared by any progressive regime,
warriors in freedom stand tall,
threatened is the progressive dream,
renewing freedoms that will breed,,
 The liberty that spawned revolution, 
alive from all moral conceptions,
viewed as evil that's progressive,
feared are soulless seeking redemption,
the light of liberty's salvation,,
 Beating freedoms of sentient heart,
the salvation of fighting worth,
a force greater than any darkness,
warriors of liberty step forth,
champions of honor that impart,,
     , next, the final chapter of...
 Ideological war of the worlds,
eye to eye never seen,
the hatred between clearly drawn,
problems with peace to intervene,
the conflict as it unfolds,,
 Coming as thieves of night,
armys on both sides  comes,
fortifying and building societial walls,
truth and lies propaganda welcomes,
armored suited masses to fight,,
 Emerges the lights of honor,
the independent class called defenders,
private elites of character gold,
the shadows behind all pretenders,
opperatives that's far more superior,,
 Defenders are warriors of light,
core beliefs that's solely independent,
religiously organized they never follow,
thorns in a crowned tyrant,
independent wills of great might,,
 They are why freedom thrives,
true leaders leading into tomorrow,
that govern by liberty's will
that invites everyone to follow,
founding fathers of our lives..  

Copyright © S.K. Y. | Year Posted 2013

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Downfall

I can't read the writing on the wall
The free hand print there is way too small
If I could just turn the volume up
I might find a way out of this cover up
But here I sit dissecting my downfall

Many were the voices who 
Spoke about the things they knew
The columns as they stood before
Now turned to rubble strewn on the floor
As suspicious whispers just grew and grew

Time will surely tell the truth and
Maybe video will become the sleuth
Meanwhile we'll just say our prayers
As they extend to be billionaires
Faith is now placed in our youth...and

Here I sit dissecting my downfall...yeah
Sitting here dissecting my downfall

Copyright © Scott Williams | Year Posted 2016

Details | Dramatic monologue | |

THE CRY OF MY HEART

Nightfall is near
Another day coming
What will my heart turn to be tomorrow
Another moment to cry is here with me
For darkness is here
I hear a sound there
My heart miss beats
I cling close to my bible
For danger lurks in darkness
I say short prayers every moment
Every single second I breath
This loud bangs deafens me
joy of the night is no more
Life with everything
But without anything
Peace is everything
I looked up to people 
But that peace never to be
I cling to my bible
The only comfort I had
That comforting voice guarded me
Through the storms of turmoil
I cant escape this soothing voice
Cause it holds me firm
feeble I may look
But strength from God keeps me
We will stand even if they fall
Peace is all the hearts need
We cant keep our tears in the pocket
Cause hiding them is betraying peace
Peace gives everything
hold my hand and I hold yours
Lets walk together via this
wipe my tears as I wipe yours
We are brothers we are sisters
I love you all
Love me all

Copyright © john ngugi | Year Posted 2014

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PATRIOT ACT

we chose leaders to get along with each other
behind close doors
they’re plotting and stealing from each other
playing world domination
now we gotta go to war with each other
folded flags on wooden coffins
mourning fathers and mothers
no more war
let the leaders work it out with each other
exemplify love
love displays no hatred for another 
truth speaker
true leaders get along with each other
create peace    not war    unity together
impostors posing as leaders
no shame or another
teaching the world not to get along 
go to war   murder   rape   steal from the other
cut the patriot act
war is hatred
love is peace
exempt from a patriot act
thou shall not kill
leaders hiding behind a patriot act
follow the leader   follow the leader
what leader?
lose the patriot act

Copyright © Nailah Baniti | Year Posted 2016

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Steel Bars

Tried to trace this man, 
studied the case and had my plan, 
a soul is whispering from somewhere
asking for help, I said, back off !!!

But a call is a call
it searches my soul and being, 
then found myself doing it
i must say, back off to this man! 

Met him and succeeded 
invited me to his place, we proceeded, 
as I enter his great place
full of goons, must I back off from it? 

No...! 

He offered a drink as he mixed, 
he went for a while to change his shirt, 
so when he came back and drink his piece, 
Alas! 10minutes, he went off asleep! 

Traced the walls for possible passage, 
and I have found where she was a savage
I hurriedly searched for the lock and there I found
hanging at the back of her life size portrait in grief profound! 

I ease to unlock by the key I got
and quickly lift her up, help her to get up
we walked pass by the sleeping monster
tried cautiously to escape away from there.

Damn, he is awake! 

He advanced to kick
threw it hard so quick
too glad I managed
to kick back in a glimpse! 

I reached my gun, hidden on my waistline, 
Aimened vigorously, with authority
Stay where you are! 
Back off !!!

He tied her up, 
used her for his cover-up, 
urging needs of flesh he had...
Damn man, back off !!!

Two years she wept for pain
asked mercy from this man but in vain, 
she almost lost her mind and gave up her soul...
Spare her, back off !!!

Caught between the crossfire
of ravaging flame of bonfire heat, 
Burnt her skin like hell...
Back off !!! 

He tried to get up, moved forward, 
I have to trigger the gun, 
I said, "Come on, and you'll be gone!" 
Back off !!!

And bullet is heard, ripping his left leg, 
fell down to the floor, he cried and beg
"Daughter, I love you so much, don't let her do this! 
help me, tell her back off please!"

Bull****! 

I almost killed the man! 
Yes, why not? I can do it! 
But I controlled, called backups
I will never back off to this fight! 

I saw her weep loudly, her life was a mess
Damn to this vulture who eats his own flesh! 
He deserve a bullet on his head, don't you think? 
Ruining his daughter's life, he must be thrown in hell! 

Flesh to flesh, blood to blood
Is it easy to back off and just let this pass? 
No way! How dare anyone would say: 
Back off, Carole, stop and never look back! 

No, no, no, no, no! 

He must pay his crime, I swear he must die! 
But I am not a killer, 
nor a hunter but I would lie, 
If I don't admit I wanted him to burn in hell and die! 

Then I turned my back, let them get him
Turned him over, trembling with anger
He must be thrown into steel bars
let him pay what he has done, for years...

Steel bars, keep this man! 

Inner Whispers

(dedicated to the victims of sex slavery and incest)

Copyright © Inner Whispers | Year Posted 2014

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Tomorrow, you will be free

Please don't stop me, my love, let me lie down and kiss the ground,
let me taste the taste of freedom on my tongue and remember my
past no more. Let my tears mingle with the sand and the sun
comfort my soul, for the earth has opened up her mouth and
swallowed my past, no more pain, no more fear, only sweet music
shall ring in my ears.

Look down at her, O Lord, look down and see your daughter
weeping in the sand, she ripped out her heart and has casted it
into the sea, she said, "Tomorrow, I will be free."

But the ground where she laid is now drunken with her past,
affliction and confusion. The sea has spew out her heart and
the sun has hidden his face.

I tried to comfort her and said,
"Come, my love, come, for tomorrow is still yet to come,"
but she cannot be comforted, her body's covered with wounds I
cannot see and her words I do not understand.

Night is fallen and my soul grows weak, but I will not leave her,
I will cuddle her in my arms and whisper in her ears,
"Tomorrow, you will be free,
tomorrow,     you     will     be     free."

Copyright © Regether Pair | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? | |

Just an Illusion

I was told today 
that none of this is real,
that it was all a sacred setup 
a game to make us think 

And I thought 
what if he is right,
what if this piece
was not really being written,
What if?
What if?

There's a parallel universe here, a sort of Matrix-like quality 
Where things may not be
what they appear to be 

I swallowed the blue pill,
A world of hurt the blind eyes only see,
Pain written on water silver runes

Death and violence, corruption reigns supreme 
and advocates of evil control all
This is a world where only money gleams,
ruling governments who gives us our laws
The realm we live in is full of despair
Entropy governs as the blind eye glares

It is like a splinter in my very mind stabbing 
into the core of my existance the answer elusive 
and evasive does bind to a fiery cave that 
chokes with persistence 

To this state of bondage we must find a key
 no longer to be enslaved by illusions
The red pill we must swallow to see

I am liberated, though still under 
ownership of the master class
I am free to think, to express
My eyes are free to wonder as they please
Because I have allowed myself to 
look beyond the road we walk on

I am a time traveling being, 
A substance of the infinite universe
A multi-dimensional being
A vibration or light, time and space 
I see through infinite eyes, with infinite possibilities 

All the colours of the universe come 
together to create something beautiful 
I am a creator of what I imagine 
I am in the Matrix so whatever I imagine I can create

Things are just a projection of the mind after all!!

Copyright © Jamesa Love | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

Light To Dark

You think you’ve gone just far enough,

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

You think you were careful but,

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

You think you can find a way into my good graces

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

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

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

Don’t underestimate me

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

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

My eyes took too long to adjust

Better late than never

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

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

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

Then I thought about the mess it would make

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

I was not weak, but I had a weakness

A heart of soft gold stitched to my sleeve with care

No longer

Now my heart is a stone so heavy

I could kill at least two birds at once 

Being the nice guy is a thing of the past 

Thanks for freeing me of that softness

You thought I was all sunshine and delicate things

When really I had just been swallowing razor blades

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

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

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

Your gonna be the one with tired feet

I’m not sad anymore

Just sick with the plague of your lies

Contagious, and I’m looking for someone to kiss

Even angels can make themselves wicked

When we do, we take no prisoners

Still think I’m a game

This one is just beginning

Copyright © Alexander Schwartz | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Cease Fire

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

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

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

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

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

Copyright © Steven Gadberry | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse | |

A Tyrant

finds ease in cutting corners
difficulty in shedding light in the dark
such a mortal’s combat is just

he thinks

no evils lurk in capacity
from heights beyond notice
because capacity is the just

he persuades

the sky screeches
the ground bellows
cries flat line and streams of pain mark the surface

for the wondering

the mortal calls it justice

and for the unjust

who finds ease on a mere strip
who sheds light in the midst of havoc
is a such a mortal’s combat not just?

one would think

can evil find shelter in this capacity
or call home stolen property
simply because

is unpersuasive

and when the sky whispers again
and the ground whimpers
laughter will fill the air
tears of joy will mark a blemished surface

for the wondering

such mortal calls this hope

Copyright © Sal Martinez | Year Posted 2014

Details | Villanelle | |

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 57

The use of force to protect the weak the hungry
A Zapata whose righteous anger boils bounds
To set right an injustice the peasant to free

Is that violence that must be put under key
Whose anger Madero’s peaceable laws confounds
The use of force to protect the weak the hungry

Had not Steinbeck’s Wrath in the Land of Plenty
Set free Mao and Castro’s masses from their hounds
To set right an injustice the peasant to free

Who came to Kazan’s rescue Mice and Men stand free
Hang honour Hang power Hang the world out of bounds
The use of force to protect the weak the hungry

In Steinbeck’s words Can a man whose thoughts born angry
Bring peace to a world where laws of peace obey hounds
To set right an injustice the peasant to free

Who kills not to feed whose young who cry when hungry
Yet Krishna urged Arjuna take battle field grounds
The use of force to protect the weak the hungry
To set right an injustice the peasant to free

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

Last Night

Last night I dreamt
I haven’t had a dream in Christ knows how long
I dreamt a dream that shook my soul
 
I dreamt of the glorious uncontrollable freedom I once knew
Of an old friend estranged
Living
Breathing
Two blocks from where I now lay
 
I dreamt of sparks crackling from a flame
-of smoke bellowing into some abyss
-of fireflies dancing into infinity
I dreamt of stupor
Of love
Of Rock Music
 
I was there, unspoiled, unadulterated, unyielding
I was in pursuit of god knows what, I was ALIVE!
I was seeing the lie, believing I would transcend it
 
I dreamt of loud party’s in spinning rooms
I dreamt of beautiful intoxication
 
I dreamt of a party so large the floor fell out from beneathour feet
 
I dreamt of ear shattering nonsense statements
Preached to the world from front lawns for the world to hearin its three am sleep
 
I dreamt of myself
 
I dreamt of a young man enticed by the glow of an entirebottle of tequila
Caught up in a moment of pure insanity and hormone
 One in which heboldly grabbed a girl by her arm and professed his desire to make love to her
The boyfriend looked at him in amazement and confusion asthe two had been holding hands
 
I dreamt of seemingly endless journeys to nowhere
Forever lost
But to my dismay always found again
 
I dreamt of pure, real, untainted love
I dreamt of the bewildered eyes upon me as it manifested in uniquedemented ways
My back against a wall
 Adrenalinepumping as I heckle her like a carnie
challenged like a child in a school yard dare  
A knife
My chest
A drop of blood
A captive audience trying to make sense of the madnessunfolding
 
In an explosion of energy I fell from my dream
I landed so hard it tore my dog in a dumbfounded terror fromher own sleep
 
I sat up
I reflected
I ached to go back
 
My head so full of thoughts, emotions, and creativity
I grabbed a pen
 
I used to feel
I used to dream
I used to express and create
 
This morning I wrote for the first time in years.
 
-J. DeSantis

Copyright © Jason DeSantis | Year Posted 2014

Details | Villanelle | |

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Yesterday colonial century ago
China Brazil India fed not masses
Today whose rate of growth cannot stop but grow

Rich and mighty nations always wanted more
Invested in ammunition to cut losses
Yesterday colonial century ago

Yesterday poor nations gasped for breath to sow
Who doled out guns made from lethal gases
Today whose rate of growth cannot stop but grow

Yesterday nomads roamed deserts without dough
Till from under their soles spurt oil and gases
Yesterday colonial century ago

Tomorrow rich nations will trillions borrow
Mass unrest will choke more than greenhouse gases
Today whose rate of growth cannot stop but grow

Day after tomorrow will expose vain Ego
Will national leaders all betray masses
Yesterday colonial century ago
Today whose rate of growth cannot stop but grow

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? | |

While My Pen is Free

While my pen is free, I will write!
I will transpire words of truth on paper white with
Pen dipped from heart's crimson flow.
And what shall I write?
"Roses are red, violets are blue"?
My youthful "love" poetry is now far spent!
Maturity has now taken over.
What then shall I write?
What of social injustice:
Yesterday's "-ites" cloaked in today's "-isms"?
Shall I write of poverty and shame,
Oppression and tyranny's rule,
Enslavement, imprisonment, and 
Murder en masse?
History is once again repeating itself!
Evil rulers and justices:  "Tyrants" all,
Are sitting high and lofty,
Calling evil "good" and good "evil",
Demoralizing, demonizing,
Passing laws and rulings
Contrary to the Laws of G-D,
Vilifying and slaughtering en masse
Christians and Jews,
Babies, the elderly, and the handicapped
Throughout the world,
And without a public outcry.
And all those who stand in the way of their "agenda",
Political dissidents from all walks of life,
Are either silenced or removed.
"A 'One World' Order!"  They say.
In their supremacy, they desire
To brainwash and indoctrinate the "leftovers",
Like refuse discarded.
Shall I remain silent when I, in the past,
Wondered how the Holocaust was allowed
By countless many who hid in silence
For fear of reprisal?
No!  I shall mercilessly speak out
Against all inhumanity metered out
By evil tyrants' blows!
Go far from me if you seek half truths!
Go far from me if you desire
To hear words that tickle the ears!
For you shall find no such words written 
Within the pages of my heart.
I shall not lull you to sleep
With comforting words!
What choice do you have?
What choice do I have?
The sinister walls of delusion
Have to be destroyed!
While my pen is free, I will write
And I will speak!
For I have found a voice
That has finally found its platform.

Copyright © Chava Stover | Year Posted 2016

Details | Quatrain | |

Where Freedom Finds the Fire

Found freedom in fire
since I was a child.
From the 1960's monk inspired
Who changed our world of wild.

Silent, suicidal protest
to change our world of uprest. 
Facing agony- death's decent,
Regardless of innocence.

Copyright © Kit S | Year Posted 2016

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 34

If only the tired masses had time to think
If only they knew leaders were prisoners too
Would not security forces with us link

The rocks some throw will into proper heads sink
Even leaders will no longer be taboo
If only the tired masses had time to think

The real Enemy makes money to clink
In the ears of leaders who’ll join their ranks too
Would not then security forces with us link

Though this less-than-one-per-cent makes the World drink
Dance drunk much material progress to woo
If only the tired masses had time to think

Masses choose leaders who need moneyed-class wink
These mafia-made leaders dupe masses even more
If only security forces would with us link

In the end little use if masses could think
What leaders want more of is the vote or two
If only the tired masses had time to think
Would not security forces with us link

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015