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
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…
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!
For: Richard's "Girl Rising" Contest
(3rd Place Win)
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>
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.
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
A REVOLUTION IS MUCH DEEPER THAN WHAT THE EYE CAN SEE
AN OPPORTUNITY TO RID THE LAND OF DESPOTISM AND TYRANNY
WHEN ANY CITIZEN CAN EXPOSE THE ENEMIES OF THE STATE
PRESENT AND JUDGE VALID EVIDENCE TO ARRIVE AT A JUST FATE
BUT THAT DOESN’T HAPPEN EXCEPT IN THE RAREST OF THE TIME
CAUSE MOBS WANT VENGEANCE EVEN IF THERE IS NO CRIME
VINDICTIVE MOBS WILL LET NO ONE STAND IN THEIR WAY
THEY CAN ONLY BE QUIETED BY MAKING THE DEFEATED PAY
ONCE THE OLD REGIME HAS BEEN OUSTED AND OVERTHROWN
THE GENERAL POPULACE WANTS RETRIBUTION TO CALL ITS OWN
FRENZIED MOBS WANT ALLEGATIONS OF ANY ON WHICH TO REACT
EVERY ACCUSATION IS TAKEN AS AN INDISPUTABLE FACT
THOSE THAT ARE ACCUSED OF PRIOR REGIME COLLABORATION
WILL BE TRIED AND CONVICTED WITHOUT HESITATION
THE PENALTIES WILL VARY ACCORDING TO THE TYPE OF PEOPLES CRIME
SOME WILL BE EXECUTED, OTHERS SENT TO PRISON FOR A VERY LONG TIME
THOSE WITH NEIGHBORS OR OTHERS WITH DIFFERING OPINES
WILL ANONYMOUSLY BE ACCUSED OF TREASONABLE CRIMES
IF MAN HAS AN ATTRACTIVE WIFE , COVETED FOR PERSONAL ROLES
HE’D BE SINGLED OUT AS UNDERMINING THE REVOLUTIONS GOALS
CHILDREN WOULD BE ASKED TO REPORT ON THEIR PARENTS TALK
DO THEY PRAISE THE REVOLUTION OR DO THEY BALK
MEN DON’T GATHER IN THE STREET IN IDLE CONVERSATION ANY MORE
IN FEAR OF BEING ACCUSED OF PLOTTING A COUNTER REVOLUTIONARY WAR
INVESTIGATIONS OF WRONG DOING WILL INCREASE AS PLANNED
TIL EVERY ONE FEELS THREATENED THROUGH OUT THE LAND
FACTS AND ALLEGATIONS ARE ALL TREATED THE SAME
ANYONE ACCUSED IS CERTAIN TO SHOULDER THE BLAME
WHILE THE MOB APPLAUDS THE ACTION OF A KANGAROO COURT
NO ONE OBJECTS TO THE TACTICS TO WHICH THE INSURGENTS RESORT
THE RULING INSURGENTS TELL THE CITIZENS TO PREPARE FOR ACTION
AN IMPENDING ATTACK BY THE OUSTED IS A SIMPLE DISTRACTION
THE VICTORIOUS PARTIES PURGE DISSENTERS FROM THEIR RANKS
THE TRUE PATRIOTS AND HEROES THAT REALLY MERIT THANKS
THEY WILL BE ACCUSED OF PLOTTING TO SABOTAGE THE REVOLUTION
INCRIMINATING EVIDENCE WILL SURFACE TO PROVE THEIR COLLUSION
EVIDENCE AGAINST THEM MOUNTS PROVING A PLANNED CONSPIRACY
EVIDENCE IS AUTHENTICATED BUT ONLY THE ACCUSERS CAN TO SEE
THOSE TAINTED MEMBERS OF THE ORIGINAL REBELLIOUS GROUP
ARE SENTENCED TO LONG TERMS TAKING THEM OUT OF THE LOOP
MEMBERS POPULAR WITH THE MOBS WITH NO THREATS TO FACE
SUDDENLY AND MYSTERIOUSLY DISAPPEAR WITHOUT LEAVING A TRACE
STRUGGLE FOR POWER WILL CONTINUE WITHIN THE VICTORS TEAM
TIL THE MOST COLD-BLOODED ONE DOMINATES EVERY SCENE
REIGNING POWER IS NOW IN HANDS OF AN EGOCENTRIC MAN
ALL OPPOSITION HAS BEEN SILENCED THROUGH OUT THE LAND
THOSE HOLDING ON TO OPPOSING VIEWS ARE HUNTED DOWN
BLOCK TEAMS ARE ESTABLISHED IN EVERY CITY AND TOWN
BLOCK DIRECTORS HAVE SPYING DUTIES THE MAIN IS TO REPORT
ANY SUSPICIOUS MOVEMENTS OR ACTIVITIES TO THE CITIZENS COURT
EMPLOYMENT IS TERMINATED AND THE ACCUSED SENT OFF TO A FARM
WHERE POLITICAL VIEWPOINTS ARE ALTERED TO RENDER NO HARM
FEAR OF DEATH AND IMPRISONMENT IS SO DEEPLY INSTILLED
MOST MINDS ARE CONQUERED ONLY THE STRONGEST HAVE WILL
THIS IS THE REWARD FOR SEEKING FREEDOM OF EXPRESSION
A PSYCHOTIC IDEOLOGUE MADE THIS LAND HIS PERSONAL POSSESSION
WE SURRENDERED OUR WEAPONS BUT MOSTLY OUR IDEAS
WE’RE COMPLETELY DOMINATED AND RULED BY INSIDIOUS FEARS
LOOKING BACK IT NOW SEEMS THE REGIME WE OVERTHREW
WASN’T AS BAD AS WE THOUGHT, WE WERE ALWAYS ABLE TO MAKE DO
REVOLUTIONARIES THAT FOMENT CHANGE USING THE GUN
WILL STILL BE ARMED WHEN THE FIGHTING IS DONE
STUDENTS OF HISTORY ARE SMUG AND QUICK TO UNDERSTAND
HOW THIS BEAUTIFUL ISLAND WAS COMMANDEERED BY ONE MAN
SO MANY WERE MESMERIZED BY HIS UNENDING GLIB TONGUE
LIKE DEMONS CALLED STALIN, HITLER AND MAO TSE TUNG
THERE ARE MANY MEN LIKE THESE IN EACH GENERATION
PREYING ON THOSE FEELING OR PROMOTING FRUSTRATION
THESE VILLAINS ARE LAUDED TIL THEIR MOTIVES COME CLEAR
THEIR MAIN WEAPONS ARE TERROR AND BONE CHILLING FEAR
THE MASSES WILL DEMAND A PLEBISCITE AND NEW CONSTITUTION
NOT GOING TO HAPPEN WITHOUT A NEW REVOLUTION
THE LOSS OF FREEDOM DOESN’T HAPPEN OVERNIGHT
IT DISAPPEARS AFTER EACH UNCONTESTED LITTLE BITE
THIS IS A WARNING TO ALL THAT ARE FREE
DON’T THINK LITTLE BITES CAN’T HAPPEN TO THEE
ONE COULD EASILY CHANGE A FEW LINES AND ADD A FEW DETAILS
AND COME UP WITH RUSSIA, VENEZUELA ,CHINA ETC. A GLIB TONGUE
AND A TIRED PUBLIC ARE EASY PICKINGS FOR THE EGOMANIACS
IN THE WORLD. THIS IS ABOUT CUBA
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.
A kestrel dips into an updraft
thinking he knows the world
through silent valleys
around the earth
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
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
what can never be touched
smites the naive bird
an archangel buried
in a crypt
six feet deep.
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
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
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.
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?
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!"
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!
(dedicated to the victims of sex slavery and incest)
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.
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
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
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..
Once upon a nightime grim
all creatures of Earth dreamed
our Mother was not enough for everyone,
This collective nightmare thunderously rolled out
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!
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 justice peace remains buoyant, resilient,
cooperation's mutual winner revolution
away from red skies of mourning.
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!
I do not know?
How did this happen
What have we done?
Our freedom our lives
Sabotaged by this scum.
This isn’t religion
This isn’t a war,
Don’t look for excuses
Or help from the Law.
How did this happen
What had he done?
An innocent man
A father, a son.
It could have been you
It could have been me,
We fought for this land
And deserve to be free.
Why did this happen
I don’t understand
The hatred, the madness
The blood on his hands.
The pain and the tears
I cannot describe,
Despair and the horror
Are churning inside.
And where did this happen
It was out on the street
The place where we walk,
We meet and we greet.
I won’t live in fear
And I won’t hide away,
With us for ever
22nd of May.
finds ease in cutting corners
difficulty in shedding light in the dark
such a mortal’s combat is just
no evils lurk in capacity
from heights beyond notice
because capacity is the just
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
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
They said they loved me.
Then, the metal beasts came, soaring over me
Heaping dust and blood on our city streets,
As their lethal load hit like rain sheets.
I watched their love puncture the city walls
And sever the sinews off the boy and his ball
Leaving the mother crying for her son, then his dad
Till her tears meant nothing in the wailing myriad.
I saw the hate build with each blood drop
Drawn from the soldiers and innocent. Drop
For drop, survivors intend revenge upon this love shown:
This false love which spurs only hate till we’re all gone.
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
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 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
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 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 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.
And so do I fall, and so do I fail,
Falling so deeply into this destructive void,
Nothing but ash and specs of dust that were once my brittle bones and scarred flesh.
To not know what is ahead,
How maddening! How so distraught have I seemingly become,
Forgotten myself as time has smoothed over me.
Tricky, sly fiend indeed; master and slave a like to us all.
Do I dare move forward into the uncertainty that is humanity and of such society?
So gut wrenching, thoughts filled of bile at what is.
As we all are from and are the same, yet tear limb by limb the essence of ourselves by one another in an endless state of bigotry and violence; so brightly are we bathed in evil.
So easy is it to see.
Miracles; perhaps shall they see fit to carry me away from the void that is, and from such temptation, as to live the rest of days in blissful, stagnant dreams.
She just went out for a snack.
With those giat black wings upon her back.
Her victums screams
while she sings.
Her song of refuge and pride, to bad they couldnt listen to all of the song.
It's also to bad they died.
The mighty beast
devouers her feast.
And so it goes the life story,
Of the mighty crow who put on a silent show surely written with glory.
We had a life together i went to sleep beside you every night and as i would lay there with you beside me i would think and dream to myself you as my man would one day make me your wife they say its funny how things can change with one strike from night to daylight or better yet how there's a thin line between love and hate but never in my mind would i ever dreamed of changing my mind but only time can tell fate cause now in present days all i can feel for you is hate which god forgive my soul its so great but over time i may heal and forgiveness may be possible but for now i don't forget or forgive all the horrible things you did like grab me up in front of my kids or pull my hair until the scalp balls or what about all the 911 calls or what about the times you almost choked me out whatever occasions you choice forever always i refuse to be abused by you or any dudes are you confused cause my head is on straight being with you was a god honest mistake living with you was like Jesus on a stake sacrificing my all for a fool like you how dare you put your hands on a woman who would do anything for you its too late to stop and wonder love for you is so deep down under rain has fallen lightning has flashed so has the sounds of thunder clashed i mean do you pay attention i do believe i mention i would leave you where you stand if you ever raise your hand i mean i do understand that this was no plan but DAT does not take away the fact that i had to fight back from your physical and mental abuse and all the anguish of being misused but in the end we cant mend together what i thought would be forever there could never be a we i let the abuse go so i can be free...
I do not know?
I'm drowning under your ridicule
Sick and tired of listening to your rules
Fed up of being beaten black and blue
It's gone too far and now I'm leaving you
You got no right
to beat me up
This relationship's over
Now face the dust
No more a puppet
Dancing to your tunes
No more words hurting
Or cutting me through
You've crushed who I was
Took the soul out of me
I'm a phoenix in the ashes
And I'm setting me free
I'll spread my wings
And fly on the breeze
One day a Mr Wonderful
Will capture me
I can build me back up
Whilst you're on the ground
Learn to smile once again
With less pressure around
I am that war
that period of armed conflict between
I am that reason for the establishment of the
league of nations.
I am the first world war,
the sixth diedliest war in the world.
I ended in November
and I'm a war to remember.
I am one of the largest war in history
oh! yes am a mystery.
I began with assasination,
and ended with series of revolutions.
Within weeks after the death of Ferdinand,
the major powers were at war
via their colonies, the conflict
soon spread around the world.
I saw the first use of aircraft carries in
poisoned gas became one of the most feared
and best remembered horrors of my time
test of power and casualties was a prime
(Random stories Shared with me influenced this write)
Endless reaching I pick up the pieces
My Life lost in scattered seeds
One by one I pick them up
To rebuild another tree
I am the tree, my soul the seeds
I dropped them in places randomly
Throughout my unfortunate life
Where others stole a piece of me
I dropped a few when I was young
When my dad’s drinking had begun
He beaten and tortured beyond repair
Taking things I choose not to share
I dropped a few when I was a teenager
Living among people I considered a stranger
I looked for those who I recognized
But what I seen my eyes despised
I dropped a few when I was older
When my husband left and turned his shoulder
My life became harder with children involved
I witnessed their cries that seem to evolve
I dropped a few when I realized
That I can't live with secrets and lies
And faced my own demons and forgave
All who took a part of my life away
With endless reaching I pick up the pieces
My soul is scattered seeds
One by one I pick them up
Rebuilding another tree
One day my roots will be planted
Where I stand so sturdy and tall
I will not allow to be shaken
My seeds will never fall
These days I can't sit still
My fingers are always tapping, scratching, rubbing--now typing
My back is constantly arching, twisting, and--alas--cracking
My lips move up and down to let words slip out or to allow my teeth to chew on them
My arms strain so that the bones connecting at the elbow can extend and--alas--crack
My hands--they react to my body's strongest impulse, slamming my neck to the side so that it cracks
My feet consistently stomp to a beat, even as I drift off to sleep
My ankles flex inwardly just so they can crack
My eyebrows--they don't crack, but they react to every thought floating in this frazzled brain of mine
These actions are so...natural
And I think how detrimental it would be to society if someone were to restrict our liberty to act naturally
And then I slap myself in the face.
where im from
the streets are paved with gold
everyone smiles when you walk by
there is a million choices
dreams are sold cheap
your pockets get fat, so does your belly
no one worries
no one fears
if you don't like whats going on
you can disappear
land of the clusterf*ck
lineage of the ancient right
the cancer blights
the antler fights
slave owner on a buck
kick him right when
they were down on their luck
f*ck it rough then
lay pounds of wishes crushed
people of the up and up
hoarders of the suckerpunch
pumpkin or a butternut
sequel where the hungry hunch
We couldn't with stand it, her death between us
She held us together by a thread and now we're hit by that same old bus
We were gone anyway, she wanted us together
I did it for her, because in any weather
I would do whatever
because I loved her forever
I have not one regret
I don't even get upset
I still don't want you and never will now
I have too much resentment and no matter how
you treat me it doesn't matter
I just get madder
You took away my sexuality for years and years
because you were playing God and made me fear
you and I was so brain washed that
when you hit her dog in the face with your fist, you rat
that should have told me to run
this wouldn't ever be fun
for her, my precious angel with wings
so important and deserved better things
in her life now and I tried to protect her from
her abusive father that I couldn't run
because of the fear
it was so near
So I don't want you anymore
I'm ecstatic that we're divorced
because you don't know how
you really hurt us
we knew we couldn't fuss
So bye now, we're calling it "quits" now!