She is, exactly what he wanted to see
His erotic fantasy
Every teenage boys playboy bunny dream
Look at how you come onto me
Lost, destroyed soul is all i will ever see
U disgust the innermost,
deepest feelings in me
She is the beauty queen
The one from your dreams
She doesn't even look like she bleeds
Imagine how she screams...
Perfect without a flaw
Take her on the wall
Have her spread all over the floor
Dont even close the door
Look at what you all came here for
Destroy her pride
Till shes got nowhere left to hide
Give her your might once more
Until she cannot take it anymore
Look into the eyes of all your lies
Realize every hurt you've given in your life
This is your whore
& now shes all bloody and sore
The same girl next door,
that u begged for more
You've burnt your soul to the core
A deed done
With blood on your hands
Listen, to your screaming fans
Shes just one of those,
that you used to love
You stole all her fairy dust
and turned it into lust.
I do not know?
Dear Sir,my innocence is gone now, no more fear ,
Do you love to **** me again, I am always here.
I wonder when you taught me how to use a pen,
I was so into you but my ****** was in pain !
I was crying, i was too immature to understand
I was turning only 13, I couldn't feel what happened.
but I promise I never forget what you taught me at the end.
I begged you to stop and I looked into your eyes,
there was a reflection of a cruel world,that what I deserved!
Don't be afraid, mommy never knows what you did,
Nobody knows that you made me bleed.
Dear sir,my innocence is gone with all my tears,
as I had no safe place to hide myself from fears.
Nobody saw anything as your world was blind!
having hidden hatred inside,a virgin died.
Dear sir, time cannot erase your memories,
time doesn't heal all wounds,that you marked,
yes,you took my innocence that will be always on my mind.
Why is my skin color different?
Did God make me this way?
When he made me, did he have
intentions on me being a slave?
And I thought we were all brothers,
including all the ones of different colors.
But why are they beating and hurting the others.
Someone save me, I didn't choose this life.
These scars, they've carved me with the sharpest
All I have is my faith.
Because if I'd held on to anything else
it'd be theres to take.
What is it that I ask for?
Equality, I preach.
Something small to you,
but makes a difference
Whipping, spitting, hitting on me.
Raping our women in your wife's sheets.
Taking our children and turning them into workers.
No sense of empathy, grief or composer.
For the brotha' on my left and my sista' on the right,
with the courage that I hold I will continue to fight.
You have taken away my freedom, and most of my life.
But what you have failed to obtain is my state of mind.
Go ahead work my body, and do all that you please.
This is just a shell anyway, it's not coming with me.
You spit, you laugh, thinking you gained the world.
You think you have power because you've raped a young girl.
Stand tall sir with all of that pride.
And go ahead and hold it until the day that you die.
But your day will come when you'll fall to your knees.
Feeling the burn on your body from the whips you've given me.
"The LORD is my shelter,"
I continue to say.
While my soul goes up as God takes me away.
I wish you peace with smile on my face,
knowing that God teaches the fullness of grace.
As you ended our video call,
You suited up,
Just another day in that god forsaken place,
As soon as you stepped off the plane it felt like being in an oven.
What did you expect.
The boys and you all load up into the Humvee and take off with the rest of the Caravan.
Just another day.
Just another day…
There wasn’t supposed to be an explosion.
There weren’t supposed to be screams.
There wasn’t supposed to be any blood shed.
It was supposed to be just another day.
But all of that did happen.
And you were taken away from me and Mom and Dad and our little sister,
In an instant.
You were supposed to come home.
We were supposed to celebrate your birthday together,
Our sister baked you a cake for when you came home.
But… now you can’t,
And you won’t,
Because you’re gone.
And you can’t ever come back.
But know that we love you,
Know that I love you,
Know that I loved you, My Brother.
Most Importantly know that we miss you,
every waking moment.
Because you’re gone,
And we’ll never see you again.
Did I tell you Mom and Dad still pay your phone bill?
So that we can hear your voice on your voicemail recording when we miss you.
An angel formed from
lake of purity,a gift to
darkest parts of hearts.
A chaste damsel,
untouched rose from the
garden of the elves.
Sent to earth,made an
abode in a gentleman's
cherished and loved.
As time travelled,another
fella whom she trusted
lured her to un-saintly act
Her pride laid on altar of
dishonor and infidelity.
Her life she almost
snuffed,she feared the
love of her true love
would be lost. Alas! bond
of love is indivisible.
Shattered,with a broken
spirit she tries to mend
the pieces....on the
shoulder of her lover she
leans,hoping to soothe
her bruised heart.
A true story,a close
pretty lady friend of mine
was raped by her family
called her and told her
his mum was very sick.
She called me and
confided in me .
Don't know whether to
encourage her to call the
I saw a man once on TV
He was hunting grizzly bear
Then bear, he got the upper hand
And blood was everywhere
That man was in an awful state
But I lacked in sympathy
You live by sword, you die by sword
That’s just the way it be.
I knew a man, a fisherman
He hunted for big fish
But when his boat did over turn
He never got his wish
Cause big shark came and took his life
And Karma, it was done
It seems that this time hunter lost
And mother nature won.
It seems some folk are low on soul
And only live to kill
I have no sympathy for these
And nor I ever will
When the game gets turned around
They’ve only they to blame
Because they gained their pleasure from
This heartless killing game.
Can we stop it?
It’s a crazy, hazy world
All filled with crazy people
The danger we are in
Its sky high, like a steeple
It’s reaching a crescendo
It’s touching air and ground
Earthquakes, hurricanes and floods
These be so often found
Is it too late to stop now?
Can we really turn it back?
Or is there mass destruction
A short way up the track?
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
Try me, fool, and the semi gon' bang
I'm a big dog, I gotta' let my nuts hang
If I go to jail, best believe I'm bonding out
I always handle beef, that's what I'm all about
I'm not a punk, somebody lied--
I'm bustin' shots, let's get that fixed
Sleep on me, see me in ya' worst nightmares
I'm Hell-raiser, dead fresh in some Nike-Airs
Or in a monkey suit, totin' something with a banana clip
Leave you wet, like dry lips after applying Chap-stick
Ain't talking 'bout a blunt, but I rolled-up
I'm gon' wet these fools, hope they don't mold-up
When it go down, I go ape-shit, bananas
put coward to sleep, without the pajamas
Keep bustin' shots, like pimples on a maturing teen
I do my dirt, but leave the crime scene clean
Stay fresh, but they always call me grimy
They say I'm too gangsta', so they won't sign me
I put in work, man, I'm clockin' in overtime
Haters faces looking sour, like they suckin' on lime
You got beef, well guess what, that's all I eat
I stand my ground, you just sit in your seat
Can't let fools run me over, I'm not a roadkill
Leave you in the streets leakin', looking like an oil spill
You got a problem, I know how'tta' get that solved
Apply pressure, let's not get ya' family involved
Was it said before? Sure.
Was it said this way? I doubt it.
Perspective is in no way obscure,
And his works are nothing without it.
His motivation’s observed in daily life,
Misery, not just some vague inspiration.
He begs for reason, some way to lessen strife;
His words reflect a resounding desperation.
There seems a need at times to clarify,
But that’s allowed in his terms only;
So many thoughts seem somewhat ‘rarefied’,
Fed his fire, but made him lonely.
No ‘underachiever’, not just another fool,
But still seeking solace by the glass;
Tempering his stagger and his drool
With just a bit of ‘kiss my ass.’
But, usually, genius ‘sots’ come to ground,
Lucid moments - on the square;
Their driving ‘bolts’ of genius, word or sound,
Only written because they dare.
Yes, you can feel the written “heart”,
But few of us can realize that sort of pain;
No isolated misery… of many lives a part,
Each begs an answer... “Who’ll stop the rain?”
Yes, he’s lived it, seen it, and told it well;
But Timing is the Master of one’s Fate.
Is the timing right? Funny…only time will tell…
Will you will be a whining sot or dare to be great?
One success can be lucky, we’ve seen that before.
One book, one song, then quietly fade away.
But six novels later, we should know the score;
He must have had something to say.
So, at the perfect time, someone heard.
Someone who was “someone” took someone under wing.
And to those with interest and empathy, they sold his words;
Saying they “are genius” and with “ugly truth” they ring.
But did he create any redeeming changes or impacts?
Yes, what singular influence did all his artful whining bring?
None... just a relentless, repetitive diatribe of sad facts.
Oh, yes…..and a little “ching ching”.
Entered in the "Idiot or Genius" contest 27 March 2014
not so genius
i wittnessed a war just yesterday,
being the reason for much dismay,
i'm sorry for all the death and blood,
and all the soldiers in the mud,
i wish i could stop it just can't be done,
i'll need everybody including a nun,
i'll need jesus to forgive our sins,
that knock us down like bowling pins,
i'll need everybody to read this poem,
in hopes that all the soldiers get back home.
Always swimming against the current, traveling a path that wasn't clean
A Pandora's Box of past experiences...This Is The Life These Eyes Have Seen
I remember when in grade school/sad at home/and fewer friends
In the throes of a shattered childhood...into the abyss this youth descends
Reading, Writing, and some Arithmetic, it was The Three R'S which kept me sane
Yet, in my psyche a storm was raging; nimbostratus and soaking rain...
By junior high much more than wretched/abuse endured would set the tone
Dark Midtown blocks, a hustler's playground...those streets of pain I walked alone
Things were done, it's called survival, deeds mostly wrong but, sometimes right
Only God above could Love me, a desperate child who sought The Light
I knew boys who sold their "manhood", a tragic fate, they sold their soul
Forty Second the eighties quicksand, and many kids were swallowed whole
Ingest these words of tribulation/I freebased when just sixteen
By nineteen on crack and fiending...This Is The Life These Eyes Have Seen
Chasing the cloud, yes, on a mission, losing sleep to find the drugs
Looking for hits, but, finding nothing/a thousand specks on darkened rugs
Then came prison/another nightmare/just twenty six/a second bid
Introspection/ineffable loneliness to pay for all the things I did
Striving hard to avoid all conflict, encountering things that made men fear
I went so deep within my spirit; no one could ever hurt me there
Adult years of daily suffering/teenage times that weren't serene
Still, several Blessings amongst the hardships....This Is The Life These Eyes Have Seen
More things can happen or could have happened,
From a cold metal,
Sharpened in fine fettle,
Making skin nettled,
Damaging the mettles,
To keep minds unsettled,
Provoking to ask, if this is or if this was real or mental?
Blade on arms,
Skin might be harmed;
Skin was gashed,
Blade grinding and gnashed,
Red colors coming in a flash...
Blade on gut,
Feeling a sudden jut,
Provoked as a rut,
But, this was a guff...
Blade on neck,
Thinking about a sudden sweep,
Discord trying to overcome conviction and peace,
Even though, the blade failed again,
Failing to provoke the red gushes and streams...
Blade on heart,
Might be the last battle so far,
Trying to not give in, being so hard,
Though in the past, there could have been to many cuts,
And more deadly slashes,
Creating red splashes and plashes,
As I slowly might have fought, winning or losing,
Against the sleeping and life flashing feeling,
As I bleeded out..
Your words are like stones
Whether skipped or thrown
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
Try me, fool, and the semi gon' bang
I'm a big dog, I gotta' let my nuts hang
If I go to jail, best believe I'm bonding out
I always handle beef, that's what I'm all about
I'm not a punk, somebody lied--
I'm bustin' shots, let's get that fixed
I keep it 100, like whole-numbers, no fraction
You're a toy, all looks but no action
So much beef, I can open up a diner
Catch me underground, call me a miner
I keep it real, you haters is processed
To the streets I'm a god, bow down, get blessed
I got rank, like a zebra, I got stripes
Diggin' in ya' chest, you know pressure bust pipes
Got heat, I'm like an Arab with no turban
Shots burn your chest, like drinking Burbon
I cock my tool as they approach, get ready
Make sure you're on point, and hold it steady
When they get near, that trigger get a pull
Give straight head shots, it's an unspoken rule
Shots rang out, like the bells of Notre-Dame
I was long gone, before the law even came
Life is hard, tough, rough, like a brilo-pad
Growing up, street smart was all I had
I had no choice but to turn to the hood
It's difficult trying to change for the good
What do you do when there's nowhere to turn?
Before you decide, look back, what did you learn?
Out-of-control, like an untamed beast
If I should fall, I'm gon' rise like yeast
Got the game in submission, fools better tap-out
On the road to success, ya'll on a different route
I'm shootin' up haters, more than a heroin addict
Ain't talking 'bout electricity, but it helps prevent static
Like a ship's anchor, I'm gon' hold it down
No matter the outcome, I'ma' stand my ground
I tried turning right, but end up going left
Already living in hell, so what's worst after death
Fast life, gotta' slow down, like I'm in a school zone
Made amends with people I ripped off, like clothes being sown
Searching life's meaning, can't find it in the dictionary
Gotta' change, or end up caged like a canary
Got a pocket full of green, like a bowl filled with lettuce
Satisfied, 'bout to end my run, so roll-the-credits
How long I've ached; how deep the sore!
My albino Soul- suffers blisters...
For with myself, I am at War
Run for your lives- Poetic Sisters!
Dodge the bullets; avoid the mines-
Watch the sky for falling bombs!
Oh, worry not, for all is fine-
It's just a little Napalm :)
Hydrogen, he's just a friend-
But atomic at his center
Radiation, Tunguska station-
Do not fear (it's safe to enter...)
The fray; the fight
Fought day and night
Unending battle- forever addled
(And no end in sight!)
MY POEMS PACIFY ME
It’s welcome pouring my feelings here
The wind that blows off my feeling here has no landing
With a strong hand that blows me to the edge
It makes me numb when I want to speak
Trying hard to listen with ear that have gone deaf
The bats see clearly than me because my eye is blind
Trying to understand but my mind on stray can’t focus
At that moment my whole body ceases to function
I became a living dead person in a dead living place
This is what happens when anger takes control of me.
It’s awkward but more unwelcome when my body over-reacts
The wind blowing off my feeling starts searching for a destination
It’s worse when that strong wind blows me off the top of reasoning
That is when my mouth will want to speak as well as shout
My ears will hear all that’s to hear even words never spoken of
My eyes will see more clearly than an eagle even sees things unseen
I absolutely understand everything even when there is nothing there to understand
At that moment; blood surges through my veins in a rush like a rushing storm
My body over functions that I hear, see, feel, say and act out of control
That’s what happens when am frustrated and upset.
This is the part of my life I carefully always want to avoid
It’s unfortunate as well as impossible; I can’t avoid a final destination
Sometimes I succeed in avoiding the part of me I don’t want me to know exists
Sometimes I fail in avoiding it because the same me makes it happen again and …
It’s scary to know I want to kill myself so as not to see the next second and still….
Its worse I want to kill someone when am angry so as to pacify myself
When I can’t do all these, I settle to destroying things & breaking glasses to classes
I don’t want to fight if it’s a he; the aftermath will be fatter than fatal
It’s worse if it’s a she; I don’t know where to start; stopping will be grave junction
That moment; all I do is go somewhere quite & complain to my poems that listen
That’s the only place I pour my feelings without regret…
My poems pacify me…
…D’ Poetic Beast…
My heart lies out in the cold
Where cold wind blows and
The dark birds of winter sing their song of death.
Seven days I waited for salvation
Slowly, my ever cell froze
Each becoming a crystal of ivory china.
My thoughts, as still as my bones,
Waver as if I was stuck in a wall of glass.
In death I found beauty
Of an everlasting stillness.
Though my body beaten, my face stained,
With tears and blood
and my thighs and hips covered in their own filthy secretion
My face remains a youthful, beautiful woman of desire.
The insides spill out, but the body from which they came,
Will be forever frozen in an illustrious lure.
Forever desired by men of filth, and men of wealth alike.
This is the cold.
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 chook defense
Now I’m no vegetarian
Though I’d like that this could be
At seventy I’ll never change
So I’m just stuck with me
And I really love’s me chook
In every kind of way
But now I’m in the mood I’m in
I just have this to say…..
If we’re going to eat these chooks
Don’t we owe them some respect
We treat them like commodities
But what I might reflect
Is, if we treat these creatures thus
That God placed on this earth
Then we neglect our very souls
And too our own self worth.
Those birds are treated so damn mean
How can one understand
This cruelty, are we then humane?
It don’t look too damn grand
And where’s the goodness in a food
That’s never seen the sun
So when we treat these birds like this
What damage have we done?
That chicken flue was scary, once
But who knows much at all
About the karma that can come
From things, unnatural.
It’s time for changes in this world
When dosh is not the ‘all’
And then humane might be a word
That’s truly wonderful
10 July 2013 @ 1301hrs.
I want to drown my urge to die
I want to kill my pulse inside
I can't breathe, I'm paranoid
Everything in life I avoid
Don't speak to me, I'll look away
Inside my eyes is just decay
I'm already dead, but have yet to die
Why do I keep my body alive
My soul is dead, eyes are lies
So is the smile I hide behind
Pull the plug, I'm a fake
In a nightmare and I cannot wake
Drown me! I'm flooded in pain
Please help me regain
Some peace, some rest
I want to die to live again
Set me free
Slitting my wrists isn't working
The more stares I get
The more I become numb
I just need to be gone
Eliminate my pain,
I'm already out of breath
Suffocating on my hopelessness
Every day I am alive
But I'm craving to die inside
Curved smile because your so naive
You think I'm happy
Yet I'm being crushed
My head is overflowing
With these thoughts that are too much
One word, suicide
Sparks a light inside of my eyes
I don't want to pretend to live
Let me go, flood me in sin
There is where I want to swim
Six feet under the ground
Don't be selfish
And keep me in pain
To tourture my lifeless body again
Let my body float soundly
Rushing water, ocean salt
I promise I won't feel it at all.
End it, hold me under
Then bury me so I can slumber
Goodbye lifeless eyes
As I'm dying I'll be coming alive
Deleted from my mind
As I leave this world behind
Floods my lungs
Leans in for a kiss
Together we sink into insanity
And drown in infinitys abyss.
I do not know?
Fear is what they clothe them in.
Fear of losing their life because of one mistake.
Fear of losing their life because an officer is having
a bad day.
Some say it's not racism;
"It's police brutality."
Whatever you call it, I can't
help but ask "where is humanity?"
Mothers weeping because they're losing their sons.
Teaching them to fight back with silence
but that is no weapon compared to a gun.
Six feet under, leaving families to fight for justice
over their lives.
Societies getting tired of it all-
starting riots and constructing strikes.
How many more time will history repeat itself?
Or are we still writing [his]tory , using coverups
All lives matter despite of their race.
All lives matter despite their mistakes.
In times such as these justice will demand to be served.
No matter how chaotic, crazy, or obscured.
Life is a gift, one that we should all treasure.
Because all lives matter and we need to protect them;
no matter the measure.
Drifting towards it.
Curiosity pulling me closer.
Silence, crackling fire.
Then something pierces the air,
Screams, loud and shrill.
Trapped in the circle of fire.
Heat, fire closing in on us,
Burning everything in sight.
Fire climbs onto us,
Pain, searing pain.
More burning flesh.
Then, after so long, silence,
Never ending darkness.
Nothing left, all of it gone,
Everything has ended.
Sadness roars through my blood
rushing with this unjust
an eye for an eye
regrettably a must
on and on it goes
a winding circular track
hurting to avenge again
til there's no turning back
praying for this justice
soul screams for release
beast howls at your deception
traps that shall not cease
revenge is sweet but for a moment
eventually all involved must pay
sins passed down to sons and daughters
innocent harmed along the way
Does this make you feel good
are you satisfied
shall we continue this horror
until someone accidentally dies
is your revenge worth all that much
you have always had control
your words have a power
may this stain forever taint your soul
words they are so powerful
from your fragile throat
did you issue a peep
thought you were stronger
proof now exists
forevermore ye shall be weak
Wonder as you sit there
thinking poor pitiful me...
if someone would have died
would you think
the end is coming now dear
do you feel the dragons flames
hissing with exacting justice
from playing this silly game
Reap what you have sown
in your self-righteous act
Play innocent sweet coward
Retribution we shall extract
Still wish you well after
for sadness fills my soul
for you see revenge is not sweet
it has an expensive toll
Cabbage Patch Kids Of North Korea
Most N. Koreans go to camp, Camp 22
365 days a year they stay
Eat 1 head of cabbage every day forever
They don’t need sun or play they say
Work occupies them
Children turn in their parents for some bread
Watch them tortured
When they die the children cry with joy
Wish they had more parents to sacrifice
To glorify the state for food
Cabbage is delicious with government approval
All children born in Camp 22 are killed at once
I guess you could say that is not very nice or much fun
But cabbage patch kids who do survive
Are permitted to eat a kernel of corn
From cow manure and work inside till they die
No less no more
It is a game of attrition not nutrition
But who are we to criticize
Camp 22 will survive
The sun was out this morning
But soon the R.A.I.N came and erased any ray of hope I had left
It committed theft
Of my virginity
Flooded and damaged my fertility
R.A.I.N. drops were falling on my head
My secret garden became a water bed
And growing within it
Was the clitoral swelling
That became a dwelling
For constant pain
And while Gene Kelly is singing in it
I’m crying from all the R.A.I.N.
I can’t stand these April showers
How can it bring May flowers?
But deflower me?
What have I done to deserve
Falling victim to the second nature
Of a worthless soul
I guess not realizing the devil could be so bold
When it was all said and done
All I could see was the RED blood between my thighs
That I unwillingly sacrificed
For the R.A.I.N. to stop
The ORANGE that represented my strength was slowly fading
The YELLOW became a brick road that I couldn’t ease on down
Because it was now blocked
I didn’t know how to get back to my sanity
I couldn’t see the GREEN in me that once represented my dreams
And like the BLUE in the oceans, skies and the heavens
I became distant
The INDIGO made me suddenly aware that
I could no longer trust anyone.
All my shame and sorrow
Was clad in VIOLET
Bright enough for the world to see
Feelings of hopelessness and insecurities
Were trapped inside the rainbow
The R.A.I.N. left behind
No lucky charms or pots of gold
I beg for the R.A.I.N. to stay away
But no matter how much I pray
It continues to pour on unsuspecting souls
They say forgive
but do not forget
not sure that I agree
step back learning from situations
forgiving and forgetting
brings me peace
not saying forget the good
or never to remember
its your choice
but if memories are
on your mind too much
it gives those people a “voice”
if the memory is one which angers you
or saddens you beyond repair
forgive and forget the memories
to your own self be fair
maybe later in the future
on a good day
when you feel strong
you can pull that memory out
trying to figure out
what went wrong
for now in your mind store it away
letting mind body and soul heal
concentrate on other things
but this is just how I feel
push them from your mind for now
giving them no power over your fears
they are not worth your time or thoughts
they are not worth your rage or tears
The boots moved slowly,
Crunching sun-baked clay.
A hazy wind down alleyways,
It moves with moans
Then whistles softly,
A child stands in a doorway
Pulling something from his robe.
He keys in certain numbers,
Only doing as he's told.
He waits, then hears a bomb
As it explodes.
A helmet lands and bounces
Near his feet.
He shrugs. then merges with a
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
This is how metal
Becomes a sword...
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
This is how I
Able to love him.
Thus by fire, and by love,
We fashion our tools of violence.
A beast with dark red eyes,
to give out fire burning lies,
a beast with such a hunting nose,
terrible stench where ever it goes.
A beast with teeth like jagged knives,
its mouth of saws taking lives,
a beast with horns like powerful steel,
when there is pain, it will not feel.
A beast with sharp and bloody claws,
its body of scales against all laws,
a beast with a swinging tail of spikes,
to stab through anything it likes.
A beast with wings to slice through air,
to fly and kill without a care,
a beast with death in its mind and heart,
from somewhere far and worlds apart.
A thousand myriad voices scattered on the wind
decry the human suffering questions will it end
tents in desert dustbowls waiting upon the rain
lives molded in emptiness how long can they sustain
Pandemic the diseases a viral biology
man himself constructed in tubes technology
outpouring chemicals no plant life can escape
pillaging our resources our planets incumbent rape
The corporations interest aim profits in their greed
a force it must maintain your pocket book exceed
desires that are mercenary have plans to you expunge
trash outstrips the landfills the poor in countries plunge
The maintenance of property with empty homes in rot
homeless children hungry sleep in a parking lot
media insinuates you need be owning more
earning of the dollar the dream you're living for
I have seen starvation exists a different kind
a famine of affection to others needs be blind
hedonistic pleasures force decisions to ignore
repercussions down the road contaminates hardcore
The disappearing species on land and in the sea
ones we've not discovered may know them never be
chem. caused deformities in humans also plants
cancer causing agents saturating our advance
Facilities explosions toxic substances are spread
how much can nature take before our planets dead
we all have mankind's mind we know where this will end
to destruct this machine on man we can't depend
Aspartame and PCB's nitrites not a few
pollution of the food supply detriments not new
the really scary thing as this accumulates
greater will its impact be if prevention waits
As mans wars continue a plan for our demise
we barely see the surface that our governments disguise
there's a conspiracy our morality to drown
if you hold to virtue their aim to take you down
In streaming videos what's immoral implant
willingly absorb them its profession is extant
the onslaught overwhelming the pressure to conform
if you don't run with them you aren't considered norm
The barrage of information to absorb your time
new gaming now is free to keep your mind online
even I use this tool to reach inside your thought
every truth you hear is seeking to be caught
here little there little every piece in place
to clean up our planet must destructive thought replace
errors inclination mans programming like a map
where is the intervention to spring us from this trap
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
Via Duboff Law Group LLC
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.
I'm begging you, please don't hit me again.
I'm not able to defend myself, I'm only ten.
Please don't hit me again, it hurts both physically and emotionally.
I don't deserve to be hit and if you were in my shoes, you'd agree.
My emotional scars can never be removed because of what you've done.
You've been a terrible father but I haven't been a terrible son.
Please don't hit me again, your blows bruise my body and make me bleed.
Being taken out of this house and put in a foster home is exactly what I need.
(Even though this is a fictional poem, many children are victims of child abuse. If you see a child being abused, please do what you can to stop it.)
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''.
I'm in a land where everyone is dying
Sweet child please awake
I look up at the sky screaming, crying
God, why do you take!
What's the reason for living in this world without my baby?
I'm in a store where everyone is buying
I've got a headache
My child is loud, and is quite defying
Tom for heaven's sake!
Just get the damn toy he wants so he will shut up, just maybe?
My parents are dead, not here anymore
I sell my bare flesh
They've labeled me sinner, scarlet, a whore
Malice thoughts, a thresh!
My face is bruised and bloody from the stones of licentious men
My parents are stupid, I slam my door
We just do not mesh
I hear the knocks, but I choose to ignore
The night air feels fresh!
I'll show them, I'm running away from home; what will they think then
Today is my birthday and I turned eight
It's time to be tough
I get my gun and go fight for my state
It's scary and rough
It hurts to breath in, It's so cold and dark; I want my mommy
Today is my birthday and I'm out late
I've not drank enough
Bartender another drink I feel great
Wow, I am hot stuff
I stumble to their table, I vomit like a tsunami
I do not know?
People sleep at night
I’m awake with fright
The voices tell me to do it
I don’t see them with a candle lit
I hear the voices in my head
you won’t believe what they said
they want me too hurt things
especially when i hear the dings
When i hear the things they are mad
they took all the memories i had
the happy ones anyway
no matter what i do they stay
They torcher me in so many ways
I never get a say
They tell me too hurt
Then i have to wear a long-sleeve shirt
When they tell me too cut
they tell me not too keep the door shut
they want me to get in trouble
but they won’t under all the ruble
they told me too hurt other things
if i don't i hear the dings
They got really mad
They made me really sad
When i get sad i have too hurt
but the voices always tend to lurk
The Dawn Broke every bone
While fighting the Darkness;
Still struggling to Rise,
She clawed her way
Over the Skyline,
Tearing herself on
Skyscrapers until the
Was stained Red;
Eyes were averted-
It was Too Soon.
I do not know?
My dear sweet lover oh how I love the coldness of your soul and your wicked twisted heart.
You are a murderous outlaw with no goodness to speak of, but I love you.
Take my heart and burn it until only the ashes remain.
Set fire to me you mad man and kill my soul within.
Evil, yes you are so evil this is why I love you so.
Chain my hands and feet and throw me in the sea.
Please drown me with your love.
Call the sharks to come get me.
My greatest wish is to be eaten alive.
You wicked wicked man do tell me sweet lies, for no one can tell them like you do.
Say them softly in my ear my dear.
Lie to me and tell me that you love me too.
You are a fool with no feelings at all, but I want to be with you.
I know you need me, I just know that you do.
So look me in the eyes and tell me just how much you hate me.
Walk on me my beloved one with your steel toed leather boots and dig the spurs into my skin.
Oh how I love the pain...
These are not tears my dear for what reason do I have to cry?
Lower then dirt you are, but I am happy with you.
You would stab me in the back if you could, but you are the only one I can trust.
I would never leave you.
Brake my spirit like you would a wild horse.
Tie my feet together and drag me through the hot desert sand.
Tame me I want to be worthy of your love.
I am not afaid of the whip use it if you must.
Ugly and scarred is your face, but I think you are more handsome then any man.
Scar my face up as well so that I can look the way you do.
Mark me as your own.
Kill me in my sleep you might, but I will keep one eye open just in case.
You are my protector yet you are the predator.
Shall I run away or to you my love?
What a heartless man you are.
Hurt me and never let me go.
Oh how I love the coldness of your soul and your wicked twisted heart.
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...
Landscape of Hiroshima about eight-thirty a.m. After the death angel Enola Gay turns away she gave birth to the little boy as fiery rolling smoke starts clearing Etched upon a wall a boy and girl playing with a ball Those there could not see it for their eyes were melted A city meshed with death blood iron and rock A three year old boy partially dripping skin cry’s for mom But a twelve year old girl looks unharmed but within days Poisoned by death’s light she withers away As you pull back from this horrific seen It only magnifies for a hundred thousand plus Stench smoldering flesh mingled with everything The land of sun lays beneath a blanket of death A city leveled by little boys fierce foul breath And then aftermath for years later Countless children die or are born defective
She needed to feel something.
She needed... to be touched,
Needed to be cared about-
But the only friend she trusted
Enough to see her so vulnerable
Was small and cold and silver...
Still, it was all she had,
So she treated it like a lover-
At least a blade is something
She can hold onto tightly as it
Kisses her skin with something
Almost like gentleness
Before dipping into her like a
Cold, silver tongue... albeit one
That parts her wrist
Instead of her lips...
It bites her, and that hurts,
But the burning is worth
The sensation of feeling
Anything, right now...
Torturer and Prisoner
After undergoing all kinds of known tortures
a prisoner closed his eyes with a heart-lending cry.
The torturer who witnesses the dying prisoner
was so frustrated because he couldn’t induce
any wanted information from the prisoner.
He kicked the dead man by the side with anger and mumbled,
“This persistent SOB, died so agonizingly, didn’t leave
a piece of information I was looking for!”
Then, the corpse opened his eyes,
staring at the torturer, wearing a sardonic smile and said scornfully,
“Don’t you know? A dead man won’t feel pain!”
The torturer shocked, couldn’t speak for a moment,
then gathered himself and said,
“I hope you didn’t forget that you have
a wife and children.”
The corpse closed his eyes sad and painfully.
There a drop of tear clearer than the early morning dew
welled up and stood in his eye became red as ruby
mixed with blood stain.
As he walked,
The root of all evil was indeed marinating deep within him,
A natural seasoning,
A cue for treason,
Short side of critical reasoning,
His attire was outfitted for any season,
His shoes covered many miles,
He supressed plenty smiles,
The eradication of the same breath he enjoys
dazzles his need to cause
pain and suffering.
He likes to be the Big Bad Wolf,
Follows his prey and performs a Houdini act,
Dangerous is an understatement,
Violence and cruelty is the aftermath,
He doesn’t know any better,
Desensitization at its finest,
He takes pride in adding the minus,
He takes pride in fulfilling his addiction to adding the minus.
I never really understood what people meant
when they said it hurt when
they ran their fingers across places on their bodies
that once were bruised,
or in pain-
until i finished that sad book,
and remembered all the things i tried to suppress,
and ran my fingers across the place on my head
where a goose egg once was
that night you got mad and slammed my head against your metal bed frame;
and when i went to cradle myself
and flinched when I remembered the bruise you left on my left arm;
and when I squeezed my eyes shut,
to try and make the pain from where my black eye once was go away.
I never really understood the pain I was in
until I was in pain from things that weren't physically there anymore,
but will still haunt me nonetheless.