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Details | Verse | |

Tough

A vignette of domestic violence and the weird rationale of love amidst such 
circumstances - adapted from how it was depicted to me by a female friend and 
taken from her own personal experience.

I was defined china and porcelain, 
Inlaid glass flowers and gently spoken;
Fragile in doe-eyed delicacy, 
Pleading and begging not to be broken.

I loved him with total forgiveness, 
Did not, could not, would not understand 
The dark chaos mood of lability, 
The spontaneous violence of his hand.

Blue and black bruises indecorously swelled 
Question marks about tear brimmed eyes;
And I wept and despaired in confusion, 
Smashed and grabbed by wherefores and whys.

How could he dream to hurt me so, 
The brutish malediction of his touch?  
How could he stand to hurt me so, 
When he knew I loved him so much?

And now the years have drained away 
Like sweeping veils of rain;
The agony of our breaking apart 
Ever haunts me with anguish and pain.

I still see him some times, 
Rarely, truly out of the blue, 
On the old territory of familiar streets 
When unconsciously passing through.

And always shook by the stalking truth,
A lancing bright-bladed knife,
And with dogmatic aching my heart lets me know
He was always the love of my life.

And I know there's no sense to be had
When I look to the heavens above,
Just the sad and lonely heart of the matter:
You never can choose whom to love.


Details | Elegy | |

ELEGY TO LOST CHILD

                                        Elegy to Child Lost


                                 Passion's love oft tempts despair
                                 Casts a prideful cosmic dare--
                                 Like Prizing Joy's most intimate caress
                                 Babe snug beneath a mother's breast

                                Senses at this time are keen
                                There's no secret kept between
                                Loving mother, wriggling babe--
                                Wanted , dreamed of, much delayed
                                But entwined twin was also loved--
                                Some say Nature's method proves
                                That one twin may give all to mate---
                                But this fatal sacrifice must decimate.

                                Only mother's eyes would feel babe's smiles--
                                or sense those legs that wandered miles
                                And daring feet that danced in tunes while
                                Arms swam in gentle Celtic croons.

                                When babe vanished--not  a sound.
                                Mother 's grief was not allowed.
                                Tempted so to trail behind
                                Escaping shattered troubled mind. 

                                Squelching sorrow's hungry arms
                                She Tried erase babe's fluttering charms
                                Never spoke of-- never mourned.
                                By her husband she was warned
                                Was best forget a child so early lost--
                                Funerals, gravestones--such a cost--

                                But the years have called babe near,
                                Mother's journal writ in tears:
                                'Please forgive my selfish heart.
                                Repressed from all --this tragic part
                                I felt your sacrificial act--
                                You left your cherished twin intact'.

                                There is no law of random acts
                                Doctors examine data facts
                                It may be --that in the womb
                                When both spring flowers cannot bloom
                                One bold twin refrains to eat
                                Compels the other to complete
                                Hardy growth that life requires---
                                Sparks survival's crucial hours.

                                Not an accident 'tis sure--
                                Boldest spirits blossom pure.


Victoria Anderson-Throop ©


Details | Ode | |

Love is a Sacrifice

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


Details | Free verse | |

An Erotic Poem

Do tell me!
When he is out on a 
night--
Dead doctor!
I will leave in twilight
And reach there
Your window
In late night.
We will hurried and 
scared kiss-- 
Deep and long kisses
In damp moonlight
Of the early spring.
Then as an ancient 
Arabian robber 
blackamoore
I will run holding 
hard to my chest
Your body of gold
Stumbling with the 
stones
Climbing the fences
Jumping over the 
thorns and shrubs
To the remote 
country 
By the dense forest.
And as an ape-man 
had picked a 
western woman 
visitor
In Gulmarg
And held her as his 
woman for some six 
months
We will sex whole 
days in the den
And in the nights 
Outside
In the bushy pasture.
I will pull your brown 
curly hair doggy
And slap your thick 
thighs
And, you will moan in 
gratification loud and 
aloud
As a witch in a wild 
place practicing craft
Or a whale in sea at 
mate time.


Details | Narrative | |

Physically and Mentally Abuse

I was born in a world of poverty and soiled life of a third world country
The way I lived till I was five years of age was walls of boundary
These walls had towers of guards that had no heart or care
If a child would try to climb the wall they lose their life I swear

Father had drank and threatened my mother with a knife
My father lost his job and wife and that was the hardship of life
He stopped my mother from taking off with me in her arm
Hoping that my father would ignore and left me be with no harm

When my father went off to drink one night and came home with rage
My brothers stood by my crib and took a beating that set up the next stage
My father had woken up to three scared children half starved and in pain
His final words as he walk away from the orphanage gate live life do not go insane

I was still a baby in the orphanage; the caretakers did not really care about the babies
They stole items and materials those wicked men and maternal evil ladies
They starved all the babies because it cost a lot to keep them alive
As a child of that age I could feel the sins and greed that gave out bad vibes

I was ignorant about what I drank and ate, as I see white maggots move in my bottle
As I see them move I thought about how they were playing and some were hostel
They ate each other to keep each other alive in a manner that took me by surprise
In the back round I hear others throwing things with sounds of painful cries

I got very strong at a young age I was able to start pulling myself up over the cage
My feelings were to see my brothers with strong lungs that I cried out of rage
My two brothers came to see me and sneak food into my crib
The caretaker would find the food in my hands as they grabbed it and hit me on my ribs

As painful as it was I kept eating the food with blood in my mouth as it was instinct
I sometimes laid in my crib dazed and confused with smell of death so distinct
With all my might I kept myself strong and climb the small wall
I finally was old enough to get out of the building and I could hear my brothers call

With tears of joy with short legs that ran as fast as my heart
I ran to my brothers arms and held their hands to have a new start
I grew stronger everyday but more things came into my life in a manner of dismay
If my brothers stay by my side I could smile and everyday their would be okay



Details | Rhyme | |

Stones

Your words are like stones
Whether skipped or thrown
Destination unknown
They fly alone
Bruising and breaking deeper than bones

Yet pain from these stones will never be shown.

Whether near or far
She'll faithfully wait
Till the unknown date
When those stones are kind and lost of hate

You make mistakes 
Yes she can relate
But what if the pain becomes to great
Whe the kindness comes too late

Such small pieces of her heart
whats left to make
She gave to much
Now there's none to take

Just one everlasting ache 
That your stones did create

They say you can never retake
A women's heart once it breaks

So next time withhold the quake
Your stones with take
And keep this lesson
As a dear keepsake.

<3 Kalee Lynn




Details | Lyric | |

Her Black Eyes

A woman walked up to me asking, “Is there anything I could do for my black eye?”  I stood there for a moment, “Well…”  There wasn’t much that I could tell her to do besides letting it heal knowing that time is and forever will be against us and pain just slows the process.   
She stated,” It has me feeling…” I was puzzled looking into her eyes, I asked,” Feeling what?”  Noticing a black line under her left eye and the right slightly bruised.  
She continued, “I’ve chosen certain things in my life and I don’t understand why, crying doesn’t help my heart from hurting.  Unable to remove scars you know, from my heart. The pain to real sometimes and I’m blinded, look at my eyes.  Scared by tears and a hand that I once kissed. My protector, the man I thought that shown genuine love, turned on me and without second thoughts.  As he hit me…I played back the moments in which he said he loved me, kissing me daily telling me how much he misses me. Love made gave us a beautiful daughter in which I can’t explain to her when she asks, “Where daddy?”  I have no more fear because it’s passed that, I’m broken. Make up and shades does not cover how he made me feel with his hands around my neck, and I still can’t tell you what I’ve done wrong besides loving him. Was it enough?  Verbal aggression rose to another level because I took it for years, because you know what they say about love?”
She paused, shaking her head…” So my black eyes, bruised skin and broken heart, what can I do?”  
I stated,” Time…” As she walked away.


Details | Free verse | |

Human Nature

When chaos brings civilization to its knees 
From world wide pandemic critical disease
Or when a tsunami consumes everything beyond the shores
Swallowing the landscape and changing life as we know
Earthquakes shake the very foundation of this world
Or an astroid penetrates the cradle of birth
Bring us back to the primitive unleashing the truth
From the umbilical chord we are more ferocious than rabid wolves
And we will kill fellow man just to survive
Or just for the desire of taking ones life
What is compassion but a dead corpse on the road
Adrenalized by fear no time for sorrows
No need to worry about a world war zombie apocalypse 
We're already flesh eating monsters wearing dead skin
Most people panic when they lose internet or their lights
Autonomy is just a word most people can no longer define
And your money isnt worth *****so forget trying to buy
Your way out of cleansing while you run out of time
So learn to die well and hold your loved ones real tight
As you pray that your death will let you ascend to new heights
Beans, bullets, and bandaids are all that I'll need 
To keep population zero from taking over me
**** being hopeful could we really be so naive
To think that in these days we could some how find peace
When our mother earth gets restless and releases all of her worst
The only thing more destructive is our human nature


Details | Choka | |

SILENCE THE VIOLENCE

                   

When the silence of Violence is here; we know that God is  near. Everyone’s fear will disappear; When we find the love that God hold’s dear. He touched the world with his heart; Now it’s time for a new start. Let the Silence of violence stand so that we can protect our land. Thank God that we are finally here to share the love that God holds dear. Lets bring back the hope that God believes in the most. With Peace in the world we would all be priceless pearls. Lets love not fight; Lets show our children how God can make everything alright. Love thy neighbor and thy friend, we will all be blessed in thee end. Violence free is what I want the world to be. Violence free will start a New History. If we lead by example our children will be the perfect sample; Of what life could be if our world is Violence Free. So let’s Silence The Violence for a PEACEFUL ENVIROMENT and let’s Silence The Violence for God’s SPIRITUAL GUIDENCE. Bless our City for we need GOD not GUNS. God Bless our City for we have Won. VICTORY OVER VIOLENCE is what I see for a happy and SAFE COMMUNITY.

MUCH LOVE
SONYA ARRINGTON
      


Details | Narrative | |

Tonight, we have won

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Meet Me Halfway

As loving you no longer lingers,
Against my hand of broken fingers
Of which I've washed the Past away
(The second skin I've shed today!)
To block, to shield, to guard- protect!
But will it last the length to trek?
I'll run right and you leap left,
Our rendezvous to be discreet
Forward, backward we progress-
And in the middle we will meet

*based partly on a lover's spat and a Radiohead song ;)


Details | Lyric | |

Have and Have Not

Born into poverty
Instead of heraldry
Disappointment struck me glum
Square peg in a round hole
Ends up on the dole*
Got no money and I want some

My nights of abandon
Were strictly rationed
Contraception isn't cheap
Then into these drab nights
No warmth and no lights
Fed up of counting sheep

You came and you stained 
the sheets and the bed frame
Your self indulgence left me sore
You left me white
and a terrible sight
But still I craved for more

But if I had money
You'd stick with me honey
You wouldn't leave me in this mess
But I'm just a pauper
Can't support a daughter
(Finances) stretch to a budgie at best

Well she cut her hair
and dated a millionaire
Splashing cash has such allure
But, he beats her senseless
Then buys her a new dress
She's not happy, but she's 'secure'

He has and I have not
I want what he's got
The irony is - I had it once
He went to Cambridge and Eton
He's got me down and beaten
He's left me feeling such a dunce

The moral then sonny
Is those who have money
Will always get the best of both worlds
So if your not rich
Then life's a b***h
So go find yourself a rich girl



*old fashioned term for social security payments in the UK. 
[This is actually a song rather than a poem, which I wrote almost 30 years ago - when I was full of angst and acne! Can't find or remember the music I wrote for it though - shame]


Details | Rhyme | |

Out Of The Darkness

Out of the darkness

I step into light

Everything in my life turned Bright

 

The promise of light

Came in and took control

Now I am on a roll

 

The violence of the past

Is no longer there

No more pain do I bear

 

The dreams of the future

Are there and ready

Moving slow and steady

 

Out of the darkness

Comes the light

I am filled with delight

 

The promise of light

Fills me with joy

Like a child getting a christmas toy

 

The violence of the past

Died a death...painful and slow

I am ready come on let's go

 

The dreams of the future

Consume me

I can finally live and be free

 

Out of the darkness

I step into light

Everything in my life turned BRIGHT!


Details | Free verse | |

Nature Of History

In time, days, months to years

Is the failure of relationships
In January to July to December

And the shallow of rivers
In July, August to September

The destruction by earthquakes
In January, February to December

The reshuffle of accidents
In lakes, roads and in air

The manufacture of acids, guns, and robots
In laboratories, industries and employment areas

The color of rainbows
Blue, green, grey

The personality of people
Conceited, gloomy, temperamental

The training of soldiers, students, and also religions
In academy, schools and institutes

The birth of children
Over years and years all over the world

The truth of lies
In homes, schools up to work places


Details | Free verse | |

The other side of Freedom

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. 

(c) Nyonglema


Details | I do not know? | |

standing There

 Yesterday I saw you standing there at the curb  

With her , The woman you chose to invade our world 

Breaking every single promise you vowed to me in pride 

Every word I held close within my heart all your lies

 

The vital lies you used to confuse were used to woo 

 drawing  me closer to you you scensed my uncertainty 

got me to drop my guards for you  giving no resistance 

Only you have taken me to vulnerability that every inch of my 

body always feared 

 

And as I watch the two of you holding hands on the curb 

You showing her the love that I alone should have endured

Let her steal my love without a care in the world all out in  public 

I almost vomit in  my mouth Unable to swallow im lovesick

 

I am truly disgusted at you sharing what i valued more than myself

With this scantily clad I dont know what std's she may have had 

trashier worthless trampier version of what I look like on my worst day 

How  could you trade my unconditional love for a 2$ Whore you've picked

a golddigger that looks so thirstay

 

I daydream thoughts of her looking that happy with her lip busted 

Her Holding her fattened lip while you stand in horror as her blood gushes 

Will you still stand by her side with that smirk? Or cure your amnesia ? 

Realize the horrible mistake and fix us ? Im the one that can please ya  

 

If you were apologetic I would take you back , Promising to earn back the broken trust 

Helping to mend Back my broken heart , Together we can superglue the pieces 

 together again , after you have jumped back inside as i smooth out the final creases 

Catering to every want and need you have. Your Cook , your maid , your seamstress

 

*Beep*Beep* The horn of the Cars behind me  Shocks me back into Reality 

Back into Hurt Back to Pain and My Sorrow , Back to agony the Jealousy ,

 then Rage of fantasies Seasing  And being stuck back in the Present ,

I thought we finally had the second chance we need for reconnection 

 

As I drive past I leave alongside My shattered heart on the curb

To stay close to you and miss thang just in case the lust fades 

if you ever need a place to stay it will be your shelter in the rain 

I  drive now  no heart ,im  empty within ,now merely a void 

promise to myself The curb again i must  always avoid 


Details | Free verse | |

The Forging of a Blade

When forging a blade,
A swordsmith would
Place a rod of metal
Into the fire until
It had softened, then
Fold it in on itself,
Over and over,
Each time making
It stronger-
This is how metal
Becomes a sword...
Becomes something
Able to kill.

When I fell in love...
I thought he must be
Breaking my heart, 
Over and over-
Until I realized he
Was forging it,
Like a sword;
He folded my love
In on itself,
Each time making
Me stronger-
This is how I
Became his...
Became someone
Able to love him.

Thus by fire, and by love,
We fashion our tools of violence.


Details | Free verse | |

The Power Of Love

Love is one of life's greatest mysteries
It is the driving force
which shapes man's destiny
It is the very foundation 
upon which life itself is built

Love leads 
life follows
Love is a way of life
One cannot detach oneself from Love
to make a decision
for Love is life itself

Throughout the ages
the power of Love 
has gripped the hearts of men
- mighty men who feared nothing
and made them powerless
to resist its spell

Kingdoms rose and fell
Armies laid others waste
and were laid waste by others
Men died in agony at the command
of a Love-infected leader 
Paris and Helen of Troy
in the Trojan war
Samson and Delilah
in the battle with the Philistines
Anthony and Cleopatra
in the Roman Civil War

Love is a potent force 
that sometimes makes fools
of Earth's mighty men of valour
And yet this same Love 
has been an instrument of good
with which nothing can compare

There are many kinds of love -
a man for his God
a man for his woman
a friend for his friend
a person for his kin
a man for his dog
- these and many more

Though the particular cases differ
the effect of Love is the same
- that feeling which inspires and drives men
to achieve things 
they once believed impossible

Many a knight fought great odds
and won for his lady
Many a man leaves his comfortable niche 
in society
and goes out to endure 
the hardship and pain
of the less fortunate
as he gives of himself unselfishly
to improve their state
because of his love for
his God, duty and ideals

History is filled with leaders
who tried to build 
and maintain an empire
with the might of brute force
and failed -
Charlemagne
Alexander The Great
Julius Caesar
Napoleon Bonaparte
Adolph Hitler

And yet
a humble carpenter of Nazareth
who shunned brute force
and violence
built an empire on Love
two thousand years ago 
and today it covers
the face of the earth


Details | Tanka | |

Claire's Love in Hell

Claire's hellish romance
Blissful with glittering scars,
Her quaint lover mugged
Her docility, bridling
Her marriage with sweet sorrows


Details | Rhyme | |

Destroying The Path Of Hate Before It's Too Late

Wouldn't it be really great
Turning everybody's hate
Into something good and fair
In our hearts to show we care
If all the power was reversed
Into good vibes from the worst
Then the world would turn into
A kinder place for me and you
Why hatred and prejudice
Live in people who exist
On this earth is quite a wonder
It just makes us all go under
 A big cloud of hurt and pain
I just feel so ashamed
How nothing has changed in years
To get past all of the fears
Some folks live with everyday
We all need to find a way
To stop this wrong right in its tracks
Moving forward, never back
So all people can be free
As were making history
Allowing peace in every spot
Of this land, it is a start
To stomp out the bitterness
Receive good will and gentle bliss
Learning to be compassionate
It would be a gracious fit
Easing the hearts of those wronged
If badness left, love came along


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Insecurity Blanket

I need a fix; euphoric mix
To chase away my thoughts
I fear my Heart is made of Bricks
While my Mind just sits and rots
Have my fits and slit my wrists-
Beat myself with fearsome fists!
Tip the scales, the balance shifts,
Then I wonder, "Does Love exist?"


Details | Free verse | |

Crossroads

At the crossroads where the devil lurks behind the old, dying tree,
near the cotton plantations that mold green and grey with age
turn to relics of the brutal Southern past.

Hear the southern bell sing her sweet song
to her Negro runner, as she watches him turn and blow her a kiss goodnight,
a Romeo and Juliet love affair,
that stops at the crossroads of black and white.

Near those run-down shacks is where she hid him,
till the night came overhead,
and that dirt road is were they left together,
on a big, white stead to the North,
till a shotgun blast silenced the night,
and ended the love that flew sweaty in the air,
like the death of a mockingbird.

The Devil himself took a soul back down to hell,
and the crossroads painted red with hatred and pain.
Dead young lovers hand and hand,
a picture painted in southern heat
on a Monday morning in a black and white newspaper,
written in black and white,
that's all it was, two colors that go good together.

.2.2.2014.


Details | Imagism | |

The Unseen Saw

The thief of Acrona, I lied,
Robbing tourists and escaping plight...
The inevitable magic in my eyes,
Was spotted in the princess' eyes,
The land beneath her legs moved,
The time instantly passed and on the royal bed, we droft...
Kissing her perfect bosom,
I laughed, in the gloom,
Then I had got her lip caught,
And the voices of love,
The ears of consierge caught!
He then broke the wooden door and came in,
Looked my face angrily and held my chin...
Dragged naked to the gallows by the king's command,
Hands and legs tied, pulled by the heel with the face kissing the sand...
Legs mine, half stretched, tied by the log,
I looked at her and heard her sob...
And when the execution begun,
My face covered with a thick lenin, hidden...
Some pins of random order touched between my nude thighs,
I could not look at the ground nor the skies...
Four leather legs I could smell,
Covered with mire and the saw begun to dwell...
I felt the saw cutting me for the following hours,
Then my soul kicked itself out my body,
Where the crowd look at my parted body and whispered ''gross''.


Details | Rhyme | |

Toy Soldiers

Four Toy soldiers

Four tiny men who did survive
Held onto one another staying alive

At night the door would open and the big shadow appeared
Night beatings were something all four came to fear

Their mother was passed out... drunk in her bed
She had visited her friend Jack Daniel's instead 

She was the Toy soldiers mother a alcoholic one
Who slept with the abusive lover for entertainment and fun.

He made the Toy soldiers fear for their life
Under their pillows for protection one had hidden a knife
 
Night after night sometimes for weeks
They stood at attention and deprived of sleep

The plan was to attack the big shadow each one agreed
But when the shadow appeared there was a stampede 

They hid undercover..some hid under their beds
The others pulled blankets up over their heads

Enough is enough one of them said
We're tired of hiding under our beds

Toy soldiers should be playing like other kids do
Why should we have to listen to you

No protection for the troops from a stone drunk mother
Who kept control of the soldiers with her Sadistic lover

When weeks turned to months it became quite clear
What had happened to the mother few loved so dear

As the Toy soldiers grew older into young men
They found out their mother had reached a dead end

When it was told to them that she had died
Only one of the Toy soldiers began to cry

These Toy Soldiers are not as close as they used to be
One soldier was laid to rest unfortunately

This is a childhood story no one wants to hear or see
One of those Toy soldiers just happened to be me.




Lpickard


Details | Narrative | |

GREEN Chapter Five

Taking their leave the Black Crime 
Syndicate top raking members wanted to
know what Malik and Jade was talking 
about.  "Just stay in y'all lane and let
me and Jade handle things" getting into 
his car Malik pulled off.  Malik lived alone
in a one bedroom apartment and drove a 
1996 Impala.  Malik wasn't a big spender 
or 
show off.  He liked to stay under 
everyone's radar.  Only a few members of 
The Black
Crime Syndicate knew where Malik lived.  
Mecca was one of them.  So seeing 
someone
slumped over on his doorsteps was some 
what a surprise.  Looking at the figure 
Malik could
tell that it was a woman.  "Who could this 
be?"  thought Malik as he got out of his 
car.  
Malik's brain was racing a hundred miles 
per hour.  Reaching out his hand to touch 
the woman
that's when he noticed bloody money 
stuffed into the woman's mouth.  "What 
the ****?" 
Malik's jaw dropped.  Looking into the 
dead woman's face recognizing who she 
was.  "Damn
Violet who did this to you?" taking step 
back he saw folded paper in Violet's right 
hand.  Taking the paper out of Violet's 
hand and reading it.  Malik couldn't 
believe
what he was reading.  "It's in the best 
interest of The Black Crime Syndicate to 
stay out
of the escort business.  The Green Nation 
don't like The Black Crime Syndicate 
planting flowers in our flower bed.  The 
city of
Green Haven is our flower bed.
We had to uproot Violet to show The Black 
Crime Syndicate how serious The Green 
Nation is.  Thank you
and have a nice day".  
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The 
Green Poet aka Red Seven aka The Brown 
Philosopher


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Crimes Past

To whit to be caught between two brothers
and become the sport of many others
She kept her heart from loving true
but not from the damage passing through
 
Oh twice spent the beauties coin
did deliberate vengence to purloin
thought knowingly did enter door
in spite she cast them to the floor
 
Though twas for couple it's own collusion
the device and trap it's own illusion
the crimes waylaid doth carry to the grave
to curse ones soul as fearful and not brave
 
Twas the story carried in her mind
her face to others she wished were blind
and with ones sight to look upon her heart
to know in violence was her start
 
She thought those sins would ever last
or to shake the paths of her past
in her fears her heart down cast
she did not know to forgiveness ask
 
Unable to differentiate between love and need
or if womans desire was only greed
If man looks upon her with his smile
is he looking for love or just another trial
 
She asks those questions to this day
must there be violence to graveyard pay
for many men have forced their way
in their behavior did have no say
 
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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Waltz Dragon

I have no want to help in technical progression. 
With 6 billion and counting. Let someone else do it. 
I have no stride to conquer the universe.
This world is our home. 
With endless areas to know on your own.
Without their help. 

Three lives open this door.
And no matter what. 
Only one of those three will truly close it.
And I do not even curtsy the thought 
of seeing anyone of you there.

When I get to tomorrow.

A priceless restitution. 
For a fingerprint journey of, actually, desolution. 
Its not mad, prince.
Or sad, princess.
Fate is a fable.
Your life is not a story.

Billions of invisible hands. Like any farmers field.
Holding on to a bar with weird engravings
Etched into it.
All of the answers are in the palm of your hands.
If only our eyes could read them. Plucked.
Oh if only we hadn't been fixed.

The garden is very much here.
But when the mother passes out.
And you are separated in concerns for your health. 
You are secretly given the deserts map.
Of only left turns forever a turn is coming ahead. 

There is not nature living with us here.
In the place that we are in.
That is not comfort that you are feeling within.
Its the god of mirage. Leaving us staring blank-less. 
Into a corner of black. Not darkness.

Well! My gums play a gymnast.
My teeth reverse the up and down!
Why not eat your own flesh, indulge in yourself. 

Just on the very edge of the desert bashes 
a soundproof completed tsunami ocean.
Salt-less.
Where men have always succumbed. 
Too terrified to go on with exploration.
There is more than this
Your soul is a great dance.
Not a history lesson.


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OPEN

Open your heart and let all your love pour out to the world.

The world needs love for it is falling apart.



Open up your eyes and see all the violence that is happening all around you.

The world needs peace for violence is killing innocent people.



Open up your mind and think about what you have in life and what some believe don't.

For the world needs people to help them prosper.



Finally open up your mouth and let your teeth be shown.

For you are alive and not dead.

The world needs happiness so it can slowly open its box.

A box of peace.


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I Don't Like Knives for Carole

based on a dream

I Don't Like Knives (for Carole, eternal love. This is all fiction except Carole)
I was jogging down by the canal when I saw it happen. There was a slim pretty brunette lady. The madman leapt out of the bushes. His evil carving knife plunged deep into the girl. She fell to the ground. Again and again he stabbed her. 
I shouted, "Hey!" 
Upon seeing me the cruel killer fled. Good. I didn't want to be stabbed and I was unarmed. I rushed to the girl. She was an awful mess. Bloodied, crying, hurt. I mustn't freeze. 
I took off my t-shirt to stop her bleeding and held it on her wounds. Blood flow thrust my hands back. I increased pressure. The girl moaned, trembled and became white. 
Stay with me, I said. I kept saying it. Don't close your eyes. What's your name? 
Carole, she whispered.
I'm Nick. Stay with me. 
I want to sleep. Her hands shook, held my arm. A death grip.
No! Listen to me... I told her crazy things. Was I mad, going out of my mind? Her blood was everywhere. Fucking awful. 
Carole, I love you. I love you Carole. Those lovely brown almond shaped eyes opened and connected with mine. I was falling. 
What did you say? So faint. 
I love you Carole. Stay with me. Stay with me, you hear? A smile. My love for you will save you. I love you. Stay with me. Stay with me. I never said the death word. 
The sound of sirens. I never called the medics. Who did? The murderer? There's only us here. Carole and Nick. If he comes back to finish Carole and me off, he's going into the fucking canal. I see the medics and armed police. I keep pressure on Carole's wounds. 
Stay with me. I love you Carole. A faint smile. Don't close your eyes. Stay with me...
Carole did stay with me. Not as a bad memory or flash backs but as my wife. Five years, three months, one week and two days and counting. Her injuries should of killed three times over. But didn't. She's in a wheel chair with a severed spine. I won't ever leave her side. Not ever.
They got their man. After shooting him twice. It was he who called the medics. Why? Did he feel guilty of his act or was he playing a sick game? Or trying to make amends? Whatever his reason, he brought Carole and me together. For that we are grateful.


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A World of Shame and Neglect

 
The little child was born into a home of violence and abuse.
      Sadness was the closest thing to love and that was no excuse.
A little child screaming as his mother gets slapped and tossed all around,
     While his worthless father struts thinking he is something he is quite profound.
The little children with ragged clothes and snotty noses just stood there in tears,
      What an impression this father has made for them through the years.
We live in a monkey see monkey do get messed up society,
     Most of the children grew up watching their parents fighting never knowing 
sobriety.
 Alcohol or drugs, seemed to dominate most of the poor.
     The thing they didn’t realize this was only a temporary escape door.
The pain that was eased only led to more grief.
      Till violence took over in the name of relief.
 The daddy was loaded up paying the bills, food, utilities and rent,
      While momma stayed home pregnant and got fussed at for the money she 
spent.
They had sunk so low they were ashamed to attend any church,
      Afraid that the pastor might point them out as he stood on his perch.
What is the answer if any to this little tale of mine,
       How can we make it stop, can we ever draw a line.
 I do know that hate begets hate so could love be the key?
       Has anyone ever tried it long enough to truly find the answer of this I  would 
love to see.
All of my life I have heard do unto others as you would have them do unto you,
        Such a simple answer could this be all we need to do?
Think About It!!!


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Crimes Past

To whit to be caught between two brothers
and become the sport of many others
She kept her heart from loving true
but not from the damage passing through

Oh twice spent the beauties coin
did deliberate vengence to purloin
thought knowingly did enter door
in spite she cast them to the floor

Though twas for couple it's own collusion
the device and trap it's own illusion
the crimes waylaid doth carry to the grave
to curse ones soul as fearful and not brave

Twas the story carried in her mind
her face to others she wished were blind
and with ones sight to look upon her heart
to know in violence was her start

She thought those sins would ever last
or to shake the paths of her past
in her fears her heart down cast
she did not know to forgiveness ask

Unable to differentiate between love and need
or if womans desire was only greed
If man looks upon her with his smile
is he looking for love or just another trial

She asks those questions to this day
must there be violence to graveyard pay
for many men have forced their way
in their behavior did have no say

 
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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THE CURSE

“Sixteen years! Yer’ sixteen years!” My night was quickly marred,  
Where I stood upon the ballast over at the railway yard.
“Yer’ really ‘jist’ a baby an’ yer’ should be with a nurse,
An’ ‘ere I am out findin’ yer’, addicted to the curse.”

Addicted to the curse he said! I’m just having normal fun.
A generation bred to follow, just what my father’s done.
But he weren't having none of that, his voice was rather terse
“Git ‘ome yer’ pack o’ larrikins, an ‘ere…give me the curse.”

So I handed ‘cross me bottles and he shoved ‘em in his van.
“Don’t let me catch ya’ drinkin’ ‘boyo’s’…drinkin’s fer’ a man,
An’ yer’ bunch o’ whipper-snappers are about t’ cop it worse
When I git t’ tell yer’ ol’ mans’ ‘bout, yer’ tanglin’ with the curse.” 

All that did was make me ‘cagey’ and more careful while I drank.
When I saw his headlights coming, over to the riverbank.
There he’d step out and find me, without a reason for adverse, 
Sitting ‘round the campfire, and with nothing there to curse.

So he left us ‘cagey’ lot to party by the riverbank,
Where love and violence mingled with the quantity I drank.
And where the love grew strongest, the violence soon got worse…
Forgiven in the morning with the blaming of the curse.

Ah yes…that curse is handy, when there is a need for blame;
But then I feel I’m needing more to wipe away me shame.
By ten o’clock I’m on me way to open up me purse, 
For I’m waking in the morning with the trembles from the curse.

So ‘round and ‘round the turning wheel is spinning by me hand.
Back to fight and argue when no one can understand
The need! The need! The awful need, with no way to reverse.
So I keep feeling better but much sicker with the curse.

A curse! A curse! There is no curse the devils talk about,
Who keep fighting with the angels that are prepared to shout
And take away the nagging pain, with no thought to reimburse
This lonely ‘sober hater’ who can’t live without the curse.

What have I got? What have I lost? I’m no longer in between.
My possession is the gutter, for the pleasure I have seen.
Though my predicament was flattered, by a lad I called perverse, 
Who must have been just fourteen years, when handing me the curse. 


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The Man

A man acquainted with sorrows and grief
be it then was bruised for our relief
the ones  ruling over them kept them in pain
but struck was he so we might Life regain
 
All like sheep have wandered astray
but he announced to the crowds Gods new day
no violence could be found in his actions done
he spoke of peace in the kingdom to come
 
He fed the hungry and gave to the poor
tender of heart and kind to his core
oppressed was he and sore afflicted
falsely accused by traditionalists indicted
 
A quiet man who spoke of verity
taught of loving kindness and mercies charity
the man he was did the broken draw
in every point did he fulfill Gods Law
 
The works of his hands righteous and clean
his judgment was pure and never mean
a candle whose light has dispelled the dark
his praise for his Father did all his works mark
 
Jehovah pronounced this the Son he approved
to him was beloved and the World reproved
no harm could be found in his heart or hand
those who follow him will the same stance stand
 
He sought not mens praise or their vainglory
yet acquired Gods love but by man treated poorly
unlike the kings who Lord over their kin
washed the feet of disciples those lower than him
 
Did demonstrate he how to walk Truths Way
by example showed traits his disciples display
with accurate judgment in all that he did
to become like him to his disciples he bid
 
We are not worthy of God to approve
if we do not from our lives violence remove
those who hate and practice manslaughter 
cannot become his Son or his daughter
 
To become like him the Truth you must drink
it must cleanse from you what the world think
upon his teaching consume as your bread
without his life in you , you are still dead..
 
 
sources Ps 18 , Is 53  and the gospels
 
COPYRIGHT © 2010 C Michael Miller


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LOVE AND LUST

   Love and Lust
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Love is something devine
falls from the heaven to earth
It expects nothing for it  but
It renders everything to others including itself
Love never ends in lust but
it grows as affection and respect
Lust expects to exploit others 
to satisfy it's needs
Matured love becomes grace
lust may not be so
Lust spoils the character and life
when it develops as aggressive
Love never feeds the violence but
Lust grows in violence and feeds violence
To my Younger generation!
have alove to smash the lust
Pave the way to peace  and
take this world to that end

SAKTHIRAVICHADNRAN