The First Texian Macabre Arena Ballad (The extended free-fallen edition)
In another life, is where I first saw your face!
Summer, afternoon, lying wounded, next to the dead
Unopened gun powder, mass destruction in a land of disgrace
A blood thirsty battlefield, is where I first saw your face
The sound of war, hidden behind my hands that bled
Crawlers, rendering their lives upon the open space
Jaws of steel, broken, embracing the warm feeling
Summer rain, lungs of blood, their last dying post
Glorious by numbers, every blade was screaming
Gemstone losing touch, in touch with the Holy Ghost
Soldiers come in a little closer, as if they were only dreaming
Crawling, missing limbs, twisted nightmare with no ending
Macabre reminder, retracing the aroma of eternal life
Secrets buried like a treasure under the walls of sudden death
Revolutionary tears found on a rusted Bowie knife
Lanterns, crackling against every last dying breath,
Dirty piles of crashing wind pipes, and sudden death
Rummage like garbage, the dead Texian
A Falling Alamo Star, taking one last twinkle and dying breath
The Forgotten Patriots, I can't remember the names
Written on the wall, I can't remember the names
A folktale arena is where I first saw your face
The fairness of stuttered surrender slicing through iron brace
Crawling, with the hunger to live, a clean finish with grace
Exposing, scars needing mother's hands, and face
Across infested meadows, the aroma of burning skin.
Distant, before Texas and her annexation,
Gruesome, before I lived, Texas and her mortal sin
I pledge, my love, the honor, a legion, I'm a full blown Texian
To Every Forgotten Texian Patriot----- We Win!
shot dead- see fear
they'll hear-hush now
killers are near
Poet: Debbie Guzzi
Contest: Whispers of a Muse
The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier - Canada
We all know you now
You have fallen at our feet
You have guarded them all with life and limb
Noble and brave
Only to fall at a cowards last call
You have stirred the souls of the unknown heroes
Their appall shall seek the just dues of our defamers and saboteurs
Young lads who now welcome you in the hereafter
Shall haunt our enemies from near or afar
The drum rolls sound, as the rifles salute
The Unknown Soldier
You are unknown no more
Notes: In memory of Nathan Cirillo and Patrice Vincent both killed in cold blood on the week of Oct 26, 2014 by cowards in the name of Islam. Nathin Cirillo was standing guard at the tomb of the Unknown Soldier.
Also in memory to the 1000’s of unknown soldiers, young men, who fought so that we may be free.
America the Free ~ America the Brave ~
Freedom with price Capitalism attacked
the many taken hearts broken still
one World try to rebuild
sadness and tears fall hard with fears
guilt by association many accused still
souls evaporated shattered dreams
tears fall on innocence left with anger
The proud fearless knew the inevitable
policeman fireman many lives lost
grieving does not stop 12 years later
New York city once proud & shameless
refusing to let fears in protecting ours
left in shock still question's unanswered
nothing learned nothing gained
ready to attack many left behind
anger greets denial anger meets rage
unacceptable still refusing new love
wanting days to rewind let us go back in time
acceptance allowing the victims leave in peace
the brave taken young leaving us sadly old
haunting dreams lost spirits dwell
no answers to hate never forgetting that day
Evil entered suddenly unforgiving fate
entering our City we stand with the fallen
How to fix how do we Change
This can be read many different ways ~ This is a poem I am so proud to write ~
When Hell Froze Over
Trees shed their leaves,
the worms dig in deeper
Mothers cry and grieve
woman is the best weeper
Cold blasting each night,
birds froze on the ground
Sad hell was the fight
no hope was ever found
Winter ate their souls,
the keepers of evil hearts
Soldiers fought epic goals
the dead filled the carts
War or cold killed more,
dead is dead, hope gone
Wasted prayers to implore
heroes frozen all alone
Trail, path frozen dead,
winter sent home too soon
asleep but not in a bed
never to sing another tune
Retreat frenchmen knew well,
as their army frozen there
Now germans found this hell
in the frozen land of the bear!
Robert J.Lindley, 09-20-2014
Hitler's armies were frozen out just as were Napoleon's in the previous century. Russian winter was an enemy that killed mercilessly.The winter of 1941-42 was one of the worst in recorded history. Daily temperatures fell to 40 degrees below zero. German soldiers had not been issued with warm winter clothing as Hitler believed that the invasion would be over by the winter. Soldiers froze to death in their sleep,
diesel froze in fuel tanks and food was in very short supply. Russian soldiers had been issued with winter clothing and did not suffer as badly as their German enemies....
Enemies of the peace
Are not consecrating the life
Tampering with the nature
Crucifying the childhood
On the sidewalks
Burying the chastity
In the brothels
Killing the light
Before coming the dark
Enemies of the peace
Adoring the wars
Kissing the poverty
Dreaming with the famines
Clapping for catastrophes
Enemies of the peace
They want to uproot feelings
To extinguish the flaming longing
In the hearts
And burn the growing yearning
In depths of humans
Enemies of the peace
Robbing the dreams
Jailing the tears
Deforming the colors
Crushing the flowers
Turning off the hope
Enemies of the peace
Not knowing the love
Not appreciating the values
Not believing in the peace .....................
I fell in battle, sword in hand,
Invading someone else’s land.
Then I saw her, and she reached down,
To escort me from the battleground.
I’d let her take me anywhere,
With her winged helmet and braided hair.
She had me stand ‘neath Odin’s throne,
Where each warrior must stand alone.
One-eyed Odin judged me to be
Worthy to serve in his last army….
Daily killed and resurrected--
(Not quite the afterlife expected!)
Samurais taught me to sword-fight.
I learned spear and shield from a Hoplite.
Vikings taught me the battle axe,
And the Persians taught me sneak attacks.
We die each day and then come back,
Always practicing for Ragnorak.
She brings me mead, my Valkyrie,
And sometimes at night she favors me.
Since she’s nearby, it’s just as well--
This isn’t Heaven, but not quite Hell.
We’ll fight and sing to the war drums,
Waiting the day that Ragnorak comes.
Our days are spent in miseries,
But at night we have the Valkyries.
Riposte and lunge, thrust and parry;
That’s all we do in Odin’s army.
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…
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.
John F. Kennedy
The great 35th president of US
It wasn't really a success
He tried to stop the missile bases
There were lot of angry faces
When there was about to be a war
Peace was what he asked for
Texas was the place he was shot
Later, the criminal was caught
He didn't survive the pain
His people cried like the rain
The fireplace kindle in the moonlight.
I am along deciphering the mind’s eye.
God is here with me tonight.
The popping flame was a yellow reddish fire.
The wood burned and the smell was a delight.
My thoughts were ablaze to set the Devil afire.
Of course, I will let Lucifer exist.
He is confrontational to my holiness.
In that God is the omnipotent, Satan is the Devil defeated.
Insofar as the world is perilous, many; as I, must conquer their demons.
Rostrum our crusade as a battle won.
In India, primitive to the philosophy of religion, the reality is profound.
Deities are of one and of all.
There is such a thing as the Christian Satan.
They are enemies to Brahmans, god-giants.
Demons are devils, crackling vigor.
This campaign is of war not of battle.
The action plan is to deploy Christian powers.
Revelation statuses such.
The plague of our time is trinity.
Spheral by one Godhead, organizes the consecrated force.
The mercenaries are on the battlefield of and for the Lord.
With giants and demons how the monkey king detonates causing the wrath of God.
Demons are decapitated and bodies are slanged from here to yonder.
God bellowed, “We must behead the monkey king.
He is the demon of all entities.”
The lashes influence the giants lambastes.
The Monkey King’s demons had formed their attacks.
God’s giants’ impact condemns.
They beheaded the Monkey King.
Penned January 17, 2015!
The arrow pierced his armour
causing an open painful wound
he had thought there would be glamour
He lay waiting feeling amour
as he saw a woman gowned
The arrow pierced his armour
His wound she did kindly cover
to her spirit he's attuned
he had thought there would be glamour
she poured into it liquor
which stung making it burn and pound
the arrow pierced his armour
It was now letting out odour
she made sure it was tightly bound
He had thought there would be glamour
At his grave a single mourner
her tears were falling without sound
the arrow pierced his armour
No glory here just some clamour
dead he lay no longer earthbound
The arrow pierced his armour
he had thought there would be glamour
sadly many young men think war glamorous
until they face the battlefield soon to
learn there is none just pain, suffering
After so many countries, now in Syria,
Increasing is the western bacteria,
The bacteria of hypocrisy and lies,
Which is in a dangerous disguise,
Under the banner of help and peace,
They seems like a white fleece,
They do things very secretly,
Pursuing interests very actively,
What they want is just conflicts?
In the entire world's districts,
They like when people kill each other,
Its how indirectly they do smother,
Try to understand that what is a war?
Because it opens up the profits door,
For the imperialists and dictators,
And of course their very own creators,
When imperialists start a war,
They make sure that its paid for,
So they pose to help by selling arms,
As if they are selling them charms,
In return of arms they make money,
So much that its not even funny,
On the other hand people also die,
In the region where they don't comply,
They want the entire world to obey,
Their orders and want them to say okay!
As long as one stays this way,
A nice attitude they will display,
But for instance if one says "NO" to them,
At first they get angry and hem,
And then come bans and sanctions,
Penalties all kinds of aggressions,
And still if they are not successful,
They wage a war to make stressful,
So that's what they did in Syria,
It was their anger and hysteria,
Because they couldn't do anything,
And through a war they wanted to sting,
But they forgot that who they are facing,
And what kind of a enemy they are racing?
They already are, their army, replacing,
And because of defeats they are reducing,
The Takfiri terrorists they brought in,
Are ruthless and not even human,
They are ripping chests of people,
And eating their hearts like animal,
So west and its cruel tactics,
Has nothing to do with the ethics,
So once and for all everyone,
Let's finish savagery which has begun.
All rights are reserved. Syed Imon Rizvi
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.
It weren’t too many years ago
I worked on the building site
The work was hard, but pay was good
And it suited me just right
I knew this bloke who worked with me
Little George it was his name
He was short, built like a bull
And Lord that boy was game.
Now he was Maori, through and through
And he hated Islanders
So one day we were in the pub
And someone George did stir
They called him a ruddy Islander
And he wasn’t taking that
And boy, that man could really fight
Just like a jungle cat.
There was six of them and one of George
And folk thought him insane
To take on all those blokes at once
But I could not refrain
From betting on that Georgie boy
Because I knew him from old
It only took our boy five minutes
To knock four of them cold.
Then I saw the other two
They were running down the street
Regretting it with all their hearts
That Georgie they did meet
I guess those guys will shrink in future
From picking a Maori man
There’s not too many that can fight
Just like a Maori can.
5 August 2013 @ 1545hrs.
Let there be peace!
the door to co-existence
has not, so many keys
and creating minorities
is definitely conflict's niece.
Let there be peace!
Forgiveness and tolerance
makes all live at ease.
If discrimination is given a chance
hatred, it will lease.
Let there be peace!
why do we allow unnecessary negativities
put us under hot quiz
and unfortunate repercussions,
at us they laugh and tease?
Let there be peace!
If dwelling on differences does not cease
everyone will pay
the huge fees.
Let there be peace!
tasting the bitter fruit of war
even if it is a piece
takes away good conscience.
The plenty suffering it gives
our sense of humanity they seize.
Let there be peace!
Are we lower than the bees;
that we can't fly and create together?
Are we less matured than the geese;
that we cannot sing and dance
by the waters together?
No, we aren't!
Let's live in peace
and act higher up the Animal Kingdom
where we are,
to live void of wars, please......
“Goober Peas” is southern slang for peanuts.
“Goobers” is southern slang for stupid morons
whose brains are about the size of a peanut.
By definition this means that all of the members
of Al-Qaeda, Boko Haram, Hamas, Hezbollah,
ISIS, the Muslim Brotherhood and the Taliban
are indeed certified goobers – brain dead morons.
They train their sons to grow up and become kill crazy maniacs.
They treat women and girls as second or third class citizens.
They have sex with donkeys, sheep, goats and camels.
We should stop saying that they are from the Middle East
and start saying that they are from Gooberville.
Let all sane human beings support the Jewish people of Israel
in their continuing battle against the Goobers from Gooberville.
A river of blood.
The strong acrid stench of death.
Help me son, help me daughter, help this old beggar,
Give a coin, give some water, help this blind creature.
Help this aged, come to aid, help this downcast blind,
Draw your hands, off you pockets, mix your hands, combined.
Lacking sleep, bloody hunger! I'm pale and dying,
Ten rupees! quite some offer, at least start trying.
Lovely girls, my harmless kids, can't you see their plights,
They dream about shining prince, don't they have their rights.
Start giving at least something, shall we have some trust,
A coin, two or ten like him, something kind and just.
Hear me all, hear this cripple, hear this handicap,
Please be kind and please do mind, ah! coin on his lap.
I'm poor and deep in trouble, help this old cripple,
My legs were great, not again, I'm week and brittle.
Holding stick, without pleasure, I don't have a home,
Finding space, seeking treasure, kids are left to roam.
Share a coin or one or two, quench my thirsty lips,
Old ladies, beautiful girls, let me have some chips,
So let me beg, earn my right, give me something great,
Ten or more or what you have, something for my gait.
Who is there, is he begging, Is he robbing me?
Go and beg anywhere out, you can't beg near me.
Can't you see that I cant see, don't you be absurd,
I came first, so he should leave, he should speak no word.
This is train, so I can beg, I shall take what's mine,
You can't brawl and make me stop, now you stop your whine.
They are souls, some nice people, they won't make me leave,
You should stop, zip your lips or they will make you leave.
Blind and cripple, are they ill, what more should we see.
You are right they ain't so good, let them stop and flee.
Look, its great, to see them fight, beggars fighting each.
Hey! stop, what are you doing? don't you bark and preach,
You are ill and more than them, you should be more kind,
What they do, shall not matter, you should sit behind.
Conflicts in night
CNN reports of terror.
Lives being scrutinized
A blood bath
The colors are everywhere.
Scores of eyes look around scared.
The code is RED.
In desperation, stands a child.
His arm is bleeding.
He is begging for his life.
A blood bath lay before him.
His eyes are scared.
He hiccups and he was left there.
His colors of life are psychedelic.
He sees the code.
He freaks out.
He rolls around intoxicated.
He forgets for a moment himself.
A little girl hallucinates.
Her father and mother ran away.
They shouted to her, “Hide any place.
Your life with us is no longer safe.”
She seeks a hole under a shed.
The terrorist left her there.
The colors of life are a child’s demon.
In darkness, you can hear them scream.
Their parents give the code.
Once given, a child world becomes cold.
Infants are shot.
Her twin did not.
The terrorist left uninformed.
The clock ticked another baby's life - gone.
The colors of life are a child’s mourn.
They lives are forsaken by those grown.
In time of trouble, they must take care of home.
The colors of life are obligatory.
The code is BLOOD.
On every continent children are gleaned
for horrific deeds for few intervene;
terrified by brutality, often shunned,
the rabid rape of youth can't be undone.
Girls and boys stolen and sold as slaves
taken by force from our schools to graves,
fanatics with guns molest our girls for fun.
The rabid rape of youth can't be undone.
It has been so long since they've felt safe
small children behind high walls lose faith.
Sons and daughters martyred every one.
The rabid rape of youth can't be undone.
So parents protect your children from harm
run from the countries which incite alarm.
There's no wall built that can shield from a gun.
The rabid rape of youth can't be undone.
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
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.
of the megabyte cavalry
along private roads
on the plasma periphery
on official commands
Stewing a cauldron
a festering foment
from acid-soaked cans
say the oracles
so buying a check
but electing the cavalry
leaves the infantry wet
Now here is the story of a restless young man
Who dreamed of fighting in South Vietnam.
He’d learned about war in the comics he’d read
And he knew in his heart that for this he’d been bred.
As soon as it came up, the lads eighteenth year
He went off to enlist for an army career.
He saw some old major and he sat for some tests
Then the shrink and the doctor saw him with the rest
Of those gallant young fellows that wanted to fight
And give to their country the force of their might.
When all this was over it was late in the day
So feeling elated he for home made his way.
About two weeks later a letter arrived
And reading it’s message his spirits raised high.
For he’d been accepted a soldier he’d be
And the feel of the message did fill him with glee.
He had to front up in a couple of days
And then for Kapooka he’d be on his way.
Ten weeks in Kapooka it taught him a lot
He learned to make war and leave bodies to rot.
He was taugh how all commies just murdered and lied
And that he and his country had God on their side.
And that no sacrifice could be too great to make
And it’s an honour to die for a great country’s sake.
His training all over he joined a Platoon
He’d made Infanteer he’d be fighting soon.
It was off to corp training to learn even more
About all of the goodies that go with a war.
He kept seeing his image all tough, mean and strong
For he was a fighter and this was his song.
It was just eight months later that his posting came through
He was off to the jungles, his dream had come true.
Well his plane soon arrived at that sad Nui Dat
Where he first heard the guns as their missiles they spat.
He was fearful at first but he soon became calm
These guns were on his side they’d do him no harm
A month or two later he’s out on patrol
As tail end Charley He’s playing the role
They were deep in the scrub with peace all around
Then the air came alive with this terrible sound.
He felt himself falling “Lord is this a dream”
He asked as he heard he his God awful scream.
He lay there not hurting but sensing the worst
As he felt all around where his stomach had burst.
Where once it was firm gaped a warn sticky hole
It seemed that again war had taken it’s toll.
It seemed like a nightmare, a terrible dream
As the medic assured him that it weren’t like it seemed.
He sensed the black silence and quickened with fear
For man stands alone when his end it be clear.
Then something within him gave way to great peace
As his wisdom did whisper that all things must cease.
Then the great mother came, took him gently away
From that place of man’s anger where a body did lay.
A true story of a friend of mine who died in Vietnam written in 1975....Peter
The first damn bullet shot at me in anger
by some frigging commie with an itchy trigger finger.
I heard it zip by very close to my head.
I was glad I was still alive instead of dead.
All those months of training kicked in,
I hit the ground a shootin’ and a cussin’.
Then I was on my stomach and off my feet,
I was surprised that I could hear my own heart beat.
A few more scattered shots here and there,
a couple too close to my head and hair.
As quickly as it started it came to an end,
I was relieved I survived to fight again.
Fear is adrenaline gone wild.
In battle there is no meek or mild.
Russians and Ukrainians facing off.
What could possibly go wrong?
Bloodshed with many dead!
Recluse hills dark and foreboding,
Along sorrow river shores eroding
Echoes of grisly battles moan,
Immortalized legends splattered on stone.
Stories misconstrued retold through time,
Lost in glorification by said crime
Restless specters remember,
Imfamous moments of dismember.
A slice through with rusty bayonet,
Cut-down remnants naught to forget.
Curdled screams on chilled wind,
Damnation's triumph hymned.
Heraldry eloquently praised,
On bloodred fields, hell was raised
Humanity destroying another's pride,
Blemishes embedded where cultures collide.
Once peaceful meadow, engorged in gore,
Envisioned insults to even a score.
Skeletal trees in the distance, smoke,
Volumes screamed as it spoke.
Time can't erase the damage sought,
Glory embittered from which was fought.
History bards once solemnly said,
No one survived to mourn the dead.
The Zerg are vanquished;
The Protoss have been routed.
Death's Avatar wins!
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.
The aggress surrenders
But death lingers
Impeded by damned souls
Clutching to their final breath
The flailing limbs
Not by will, but war
A storm of clouded judgement
Summoned by the tyrannic gods of war
With cryptic intent
But greedily akin
Riddled beyond sin
A relentless hail of gore
An ocean for pawns to drown in
And the kings with battleships
To rule absolutely
Remorseless beyond doubt
Or second thoughts
Behold the mighty catharsis
Cleansing of the weak armed,
The weak willed,
The weak minded,
Blindly follow the call
In hopes of glory
Or in a mindless delusion of good will
Hopes and dreams gone amiss
A lingering kiss
From those who care
Does he dare
To kiss back?
Was he not already dead
The moment they lied to him?
What good is living free,
Without a life to lead?
Freedom from this cursed realm
Full of pain and grievance
Is that what they spoke of?
Freedom of a kind
But not near as welcome as the other
All but few, cease to live
Those who yearn to live
The man who cherish thy loved ones
And hold them close
Need not be sad nor morose
And they be not cowards
For the braver man fights his anger
And sees from other eyes
Unbeknownst to him
He listens to reason
Not accuse brothers of treason
Or cowardice for doing what is true
For a wise man once said
“No”, and lost his head
This expanse of land has seen things.
Things all of us can only see in dreams.
It's seen war, it's gotten it's fair share of scars.
Bombs bursting, bullets throwing sand into the air like it's a volleyball tournament.
The sand running red with blood silently mocking our arteries.
This magnificent stretch of land has seen heroes' tears fall; dropping to their knees while sadness envelopes their fallen brothers but also looking up to their beloved whilst carrying a ring in their hand.
It's seen bright days, the sun glimmering over wet sand, footprints of past loves being washed away as the sun smacks the horizon.
This expanse of land...has seen things we can only imagine.
The Ballad of Tich Tomas
A dog was howling in the night
Perhaps she knew the truth
That Tich would not be coming home
This dog needed no proof
That the man who she loved so
He’d come to her no more
Because Lance corporal Thomas was
A victim of the war.
Now Tich, he was a country boy
His farm it was his life
A boon to his community
He’d give in times of strife
He learned his trade in farming school
With honours he’d come through
Then settled down to work his farm
That’s what he planned to do.
But then, one day it came to him
The news he did not need
He’d been called up for army life
He went off without heed
To do his time in Puckapunyal
To get him set for war
He soon made it as Infanteer
So he joined a fighting corp
He worked real hard and gained a stripe
This showed he had potential
He earned his skills in jungle fighting
And then there came the call
For he to go to Vietnam
To five RAR he was sent
Charlie company was his unit
When off to war he went
It was in April sixty six
Our man went into battle
There in the Phuc Tuy provence
Those guns did roar and rattle
Our Tich he fought real gallantly
So brave was he, but then
The shrapnel done it’s evil job
He joined the fallen men.
They brought his body back to those
Who were waiting for him there
The whole town came to welcome him
And helped with grief and prayer
They buried him with all the honours
That came to fighting souls
Who died to keep their country free
Courageous in their roles.
More honour it was placed on him
By the country where he’d fought
They built a statue in his name
And his likeness it was caught
By the sculptor who did honour him
And carve him into stone
And now Tich Tomas guards the park
As he stands there all alone.
If you’re ever down in Nannup town
Go to the park that’s there
You’ll see the statue of young Tich
As his spirit everywhere
Will fill the souls of those who see
This fighting man, so brave
Who’s body lies so peacefully
In his own town, in a grave.
I'm not sure how youre going to lead your people to salvation
gang bangers holding the bag, perpetrating violence
i can't help what i think about that predicament
blackmailed, or all rap artists truly do like being the figure heads
of community terrorism
fighting for their rights throughout history
just to throw it all away
raised to believe they were the only ones whose legacy is a nightmare
but they make money rubbing their guns and drugs in our face
selling other people to blackmarkets for slavery
to make more chemicals
I truly hope you take this opportunity to lead your people in the right direction
to truly be able to find themselves
i'm only one person on the outside looking in
i just truly dont believe all those money making rap artists
truly desire to continue the cycle of violence
i myself believe some sick racist paid them to throw themselves away
Drugs and guns
\kids killing kids
something has to be done
and why your people are the ones representing this
I truly believe another black man can encourage his fellows of skin
to see the bright side, work on solving the problem from now on instead of making it worse
I can't handle much more of this
seeing people fight for their rights
and lose to themselves again
being part of the solution of the problems they are soo upset about
is more understandable than being paid to be the front lines of genocide
and continue the never ending cycle of hate and confusion
I'm not fooled by what has happened to them, and what is
but change is inevitable, solving their own problems they probably were entrapped with
War crimes on both sides
the black and white
minds cornered by previous experiences just want to end this nightmare
or maybe i'm wrong
maybe the racists over there are right
maybe they didnt see how someone made them think one thing
and used violence to enforce actions cornering the hate again
in the end war crimes on both sides
i just urge you to find a solution to this
i myself am tired of the psychological fight of a futile civil war
engulfing both sides of the unfortunate paradox
its harder than you realise to see through it
its harder not to get wrapped up in my own emotions of the past that was and the present
Manipulative people brainwashed the innocent
and then used violence against your people to prove that they are justified
its a sick game obama
its disgusting and the streets of your own society need a solution to a dirty trick
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
Always looking outward
There’s chaos all around
Fighting, fighting everywhere
No solace can be found
Gossip and stern judgements
And all those global wars
There be no way of stopping this
It goes on forever more.
Always looking inside
At the Chaos there within
This might forbear that trumpet
That says ‘Let peace begin’
To see the war within you
Is the way to wisdoms door
Might bring you to the harmony
That’s sought forever more.
There be no good in searching
Not nowhere but in you
Might find the song of harmony
Might find out what be true
It’s there within your deepest soul
It’s the way to make one whole.
The trees, they weep in sorrow
The soil sings songs so sad
The wars are raging everywhere
The future’s looking bad
Cause each of us looks outside
Not seeing what’s within
It’s time to make those changes
Let harmony begin.
3 November 2013 @ 0656hrs.
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!)
A legion of soldiers right by my side,
Ready for battle, we shall nor run nor hide;
Courage and honor our vows we keep,
Searching for triumph and not knowing defeat,
As the enemy approaches, we have no fear;
My sword yearns for battle, as the time's growing near,
I turn toward my men on this cold winter night,
Look upon these soldiers ready to fight,
" Tonight Men! You may sacrifice your life,
You may not go home to your children and wife,
We stand up for glory, no matter the cost,
We shall not go home with this battle lost,
We fight for our people and hold our flag high,
Showing true courage on this very night,
Our enemy shall buckle underneath our strength,
We will show them no mercy for we are not weak,
Gather your armor and follow me now,
Time that we make our country proud."
I feel the cold steel, of my, blade in my hand;
I shall conquer the enemy who tries to steal my land,
My horse rides swiftly, valiant, and true;
The time is now for what I have to do,
The sound of the cries, agony, and pain;
It's filling my ears and testing my brain,
Can not feel guilt of taking one's life,
The pain sheers my side, as I, feel the knife;
I feel my head spinning, as I, look around;
Bodies of men and their blood on the ground,
The realization begins sinking in,
What is the outcome? Who really wins?
Every man here is giving their life,
So who's really wrong or who's even right?
I fall to the ground and the darkness sets in,
Remembering my life, family, and friends;
The life of a soldier is not an easy one, you see?
We sacrifice ourselves for others to be free,
As my life leaves my body and my limbs grow cold,
I remember a story my grandfather told,
" Everyone says there is glory in dying,
The fact of the matter, maybe, we're lying;
I've seen many battles that tortured my soul,
Memories to haunt me, as I, grow old;
It's good to have courage and strength in your heart,
But that's why there's wars tearing us apart.
I don't regret my service or leading my men,
I just always wondered, when does it end?"
His words had no meaning, until, this very night;
My breathes grow shallow and there's clouds in my sight,
I may die a hero and go out in glory,
In the end, I only, remain a story;
We are all equal people with lives to live,
Why can't we find peace and put war to an end?
NATURE’S HUGH ANCIENT LANDSCAPE
OF GREAT GREEN FOREST GROWTHS,
MEANDERING MULTI PURPLE MOUNTAINS
AND COOL CLEAR WATERS
UNDER A BABY BLUE CADILLAC SKY
WITH KIDNEY SHAPED WHITE AND PINK
COTTON CLOUD FORMATIONS
AND HEAVENLY BODIES SPOTTED AFAR
WE CONTINUE TO TRY TO IMPROVE YOU
CUTTING AND PASTING
ON YOUR SURFACES
LIKE AN OUT OF CONTROL PHOTOSHOP COLLAGE
BUILDINGS, INDUSTRY AND MAN-MADE IMPROVEMENTS
CURVING BLACK ASPHALT ROADS
WITH WHITE STRIPES DOWN THEIR CENTERS
BILL BOARDS AND WARNING SIGNS
UNTIL YOU ARE ALL GONE
AND WE NEED TO MAKE MORE WAR
OR DO MORE SHOPPING ON THE INTERNET
FOR SOMETHING MORE TO DO
UNTIL WE ARE ALL GONE
AND NATURE’S HUGH ANCIENT LANDSCAPE
OF GREAT GREEN FOREST GROWTHS,
MEANDERING MULTI PURPLE MOUNTAINS
AND COOL CLEAR WATERS RETURN AGAIN
UNTIL THE NEXT BIG BANG
July Twenty Eight
The year, 1914
The War which we feared
It began, something we could not foresee
This date, still haunters me
To this very day
Those bewailing screams
And those traumatic scenes
Words to do not to justify
The violence I've seen
Those images cemented in my brain
I still have those vivid dreams
From what took place
That no matter how much gin
I drink it will not go away
I pray for forgiveness for my sins
For those i killed in the war
My families even more distraught
This carnage i couldn’t bare
A pray to him up here, make it back from the war
I shed blood sweat and tears for my brothers
Living in pure darkness for so many years
Barbaric injuries that cant be Unseen
Blind to the cold war's corruption
And the overwhelming destruction
The hellish scenes, the smell of death
The air breathed in and breathed out
Men bleeding out, guts open on show
From the broken torsos
I tried i to heal him
Whilst in the mist of the battlefields
I cant see him breathing
Tranquility masks over him
Hes close to leaving
Hes dying right next to me, I blamed me
We were meant to be a team
He went charging out ahead of me
He was only young, he was was like my son
The fight with death that was the battle
A brave soul but looking back at him
Was the darkness of gun barrel!
I failed him as his sergeant
And as his farther!
I couldn’t look at his broken carcass
And my pain bleeds
Eternal may he rest in peace
That day will be remembered with me
Taken to my grave
Trapped in hell my tombed sealed
But I'm still awake
My eyes still twitching, they flicker
I'm itching to put the gun
To my temple and pull the trigger
To ease the pain emotionally and physically
Get out of this hell hole instantly
We cant we have more love and peace!
7 million civilians deceased
Bodies piled up in a heap
My gun wound though my leg
Reminds me of my narrow escape of death
As i stick my fingers in pulling out the bullet
Through sheer will power and adrenaline i manged to do it
As the blood oozes I'm losing too much
When we it stop
It ensues blood
My life flashes I'm doomed
Must I stop thinking I'm a useless solider
I still have both my arms
In my holster,
Bomb blast off just over my platoon
My brothers fatal wounds
From there firearms
Bleeding out hes dying in my arms!
And theirs nothing i can do!
Go for cover dragging my brothers limbless body out fast
From the depths of despair
Muddy helmet and bloody chest
My impulse to pull my trigger to revenge my brothers death
I clench my gun and come out screaming out of my trench
I wake screaming
My nightmare isn’t real
Gulp the vodka, numb the pain
The same nightmare again!
Night after night day after day!
I can still smell the scent of rotten-ting flesh
The only thing the war promised was death!
A minute silence for all those
Who died 4 years ago wont
Bring those broken souls home
But with restore some hope
This war has finally fished today the date
11th of November Nineteen Eighteen
A date that we be forever remembered
But even more traumatic than fortitude
Was returning home too
Loved ones and breaking the there bad news!
She asks you how did he die?
You say peacefully, you lied
We both know its not true
R.I.P Private Mathew Blue.
REJOICE NEW JERUSALEM
Grasped with prideful love-- your fiercely ardent hand--
Entwined my sturdy promise with your potent forward gaze--
Rusty skeletons-- bullet-blazed autos mark bloodshed of old battles--
Resilient land reverent heartbeats savor the fragility of Holiness--
Behold Believers of Joy-- The Sacred bloody gates of golden Jerusalem.
V. Anderson-Throop 2013
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
blame, put the blame in perspective
turn the tables a bit
switch seats for a minute
feel the heat on your chest
bullets are flying,
who pulled the trigger??
was race an issue?
what lies are we all buying into...
the media only focuses on "what makes a good story"
there's always a victim,
the truth is never really clear
and usually its a one sided story.. its only one side that we hear
People take to the streets,
and sadly crap hits the fan before they get the facts
who's to blame... who should be held responsible??
death.. destruction.. hatred overflows
As I sit here and watch the news
I pray for humanity all over the world...
I pray for peace..
not just in my home...
I pray for yours
We should not accuse all black people
We should not accuse all white people
We should not accuse all those in between the two colors
Of/for all big problems of black or white or those in between
Same perspective to/for countries, states, and governments
Same perspective to/for Buddhist, Christians, Hindus, Muslims or others
We should not generalize and spread the lies
We should not overestimate nor underestimate
We writers and speakers should specify the doer/s
Or keep our lips closed, not to add more to it
We had enough!
We should see the whole picture
Thrust a sword into my gut;
Save me from this mindless rut!
Armor, shield- an open field
(To guide my hands with luck)
One by one 'til all are killed;
Beaten, Bashed, Bested- Struck!
*Play on "Gladiator"
War is the work of evil
War is instructed by the devil
War is caused by greed
War is between different breed
War is between the same creeds
War is silencing voices
War is robbing places
War is invasion and persecution
War is mutilations and amputations
War is not for God the creator
War is for Gold, Oil and Drugs
War is about political ideology
War is always about religions
War is always led by politicians
“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!!"
"Listen to my heart Samuel, feel it. We’re alive. We’re together. Tonight, we have won."
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.
David slings a rock
Cop holsters a glock, Lizzie Borden packs an axe
Mac he packs the knife, Billy battles with a club, Tommy’s gun is a sub
Kelly’s got one too, Bazooka Joe Is Gum, Peter Gunn isn't,Colt45not malt
Nor is it a horse, horseshoes & handgrenades, canons have big balls, Doc
Holiday had TB Rock Hudson had HIV, James Dean crashes his car,Hank Williams crashes a bar, Natalie Wood don’t float, Cain killed his brother, Juliette drank poison for her lover, Rev. Jim Jones killed with cool-aid, Whitey Bulger he got paid,dead man walking gets to eat Rodney King
got beat, Cupid’s arrow as Clyde Barrow, Mama Cass choked on ham
57,000 gone in Nam, Four dead in Ohio, Kamikazes fall 1941, again
they fall 2001Iraqi leader with a rope, John Belushi too much dope,
Charles Manson is alive MichaelJackson isn’t,Saturday night special
is very ordinary, Fast and furious is the crime, Dick Clark just his
time Pirate victims walk the plank, THINK,
Next I’ll come rolling in a tank
Hear the whistle of my missile
Dirty Harry had the biggest
The Derringer is small
Smokey Bear forest fire
Greek funeral is a pyre
Too many +’s or -’s
Is electric surges
Woman and child
sing the dirges
Fat man and
With my men holding our flag high,
we storm a school and hold the children
captive, handling them like enemy soldiers
they are not, as they cry and scream, some
probably living with trauma for the rest of their lives
“I am a hero of war!’’ Is that what my countrymen think of me?
As smoke of explosions and burning cities fills the air,
we indiscriminately shoot on whoever is coming close
to us, in the end realizing that we have shot mostly
innocent civilians who have nothing to do with the war,
after the smoke has partially cleared out in the air
As I cautiously walk ahead to ensure that all the enemy soldiers are dead, my boots feel a bump; a hand of a woman holding a white flag for peace, as white as snow, with her clothes drenched in blood
“I am a hero of war!” Is that what my countrymen think of me?
Before the sun sets, my men and I sit around
a bonfire and plan our next move and next
attack on the enemy, without realizing that
the enemy is war, brought about by hatred
by people who we call leaders
“I am a hero of war!” Is that what my countrymen think
Name: Teddy Kimathi
Contest Name: The Poet III
They are born and grow
in a violent time
with little to eat
nowhere to sleep
men come with the guns
and take Them away
They have nothing to say
just only obey
A men throws for Them
some crumbs to eat
some old rusty bread
and a spoiled meat
at least They have roof
over their head
one old dirty blanket
one old dirty bed
They know They will have to
do what They were told
if not, for a piece of gold
for sure They are will be sold
They are very young
and They are all alone
no mother or father
because They are all gone
They have no choice
to only obey
and do exactly
what the man say
the man with the guns
and power abuse
They have no say
and They can’t refuse
it is such a shame
for others to know
and turn their heads away
and just let Them grow
with violence and crime
against Their own
no piece no love
just the violence
only They know
there is no escape
only pain and sore
this are the Children
Children of the war
Working on editing this one...
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.
I do not know?
*A assignment was due in class. *
Every time a gun shoots
A tree looses its roots
Every time there is bloodshed
Along with it millions of tears are shed
Every time a heart is stabbed
Someone else’s life gets barren
As violence grows
Many more mothers moan
The sounds of destruction
Overpowers the voice of those
Who are innocent
Who suffer with no reason
Who beg for life
Who have heart full of innocence
Why do so much violence?
That the child’s cry cannot be heard
When his father is killed
Why do so much violence?
That a mother moans
Over her child’s dead remains
Why do so much violence
For winning any stupid battle
Which is taking lives
Of people who have wives
And mothers and children
When you can keep calm
Talk things out
Do whatever you can
To keep violence out
Because there is no sin as big as
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!
Written February 26, 2013
Its all this new slang
Got them banging their heads
Against their bicycle beds
And the foolhardy pledge
To ride tricycles instead
We are the kings and queens
Of the wonderful yard
Of the street corner dancers
And panhandling bards
A generation will rise
So duck and cover your eyes
We're building up through the night
No need to put up a fight
Godspeed to those approaching death
They won't get to see
What we've got coming next
You'll faint from holding your breath
This cold case is closed
No need to stay in repose
To dwell on precious regrets
That are laced with vellocet
No one has
One single good
Excuse for war today
X marks the spot for
Unless people are just plain
Eventually the human species will
Forbid the acceptance of violence
Or curse itself forever
Revealing the fact that
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.
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..
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.
The roaring gun that knew no owners
The ghost incarnated in a metal
groaning in the Pearl of Africa
Terminating the blood f cattle keepers
Hurtling the flesh of land tillers
Tormenting landless hunters
Scaring away lions of Mburo
And leaving Mbarara homeless
The gun of a dictator
The gun that killed Ugandans
The gun that liberated Ugandans
The gun that we know better
As close friend and closest enemy
The gun we still carry
I do not know?
Whether you’re Asian or African.
Even if you’re Middle Eastern or
Western. Our action since dawn
has been a disgrace. Still No one
deserves to die since we’re all God
children. Our lives are equally worthy
and home to all is planet earth. Let’s
all unite as human beings to keep humanity
in one piece. No more bombs and tanks as it
makes mankind extinct. No more terror as it
causes bodies to decease. Let’s cease all national
wars for the whole world deserves peace.
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
The class clown
Made society Frown
Should put his *** down
I know barely anything on politics
And this fake satire
Isn't the proper attire
For whats up
Don't take a sip from my cup
And open your mind really
stop being silly
I make kids laugh
As If I'm a sexy giraffe
I'm really the plague
Hitting the young youth
Just grow up
and Drink your own cup
show a thousand loses
row upon row of wars destruction
each one a voice of reproach and accusation
felt in the tears of a families devastation
heard in each graves silence
a humankind offense
For the contest "TROIS PAR HUIT A BRIDGE"
By Linda Rutherford
and Vestigial Conscience
The sun overshadowing my morality
my self- righteousness eclipsed
Where early mans' dawn is,
Our sun over my left *should* threaten to tinge me if
I pontificate platitudes that fail to connect us to
full stomachs for our children, solid comfort during our elders’ aging and respite needs
That McChrystal was sacrificed at the altar
the way Abraham (*pause) to show faith
O yea, my ancient ancestors from Ireland
Maybe they had roots in Celtic lore
Heralding Beowulf’s heroics
And maybe they had someone in some way connected to
various seafaring warring factions!
Tyranny and takeover spark hatred
blinding rage, like
action- oriented swarming killer bees~
Vestigial, then, is it - our
Weeping flows, but flash floods cannot compare,
and the burn of fury that hot lava
NO! of liquid molten, from the deepest depths of Earth's core -
even that cannot compare
to the condemnation
my foe must assume.
With this pen I secure my conduit to the divine,
My unpretentious foothold here from my pedestal,
My spears are fueled
Ghosts of pharaohs
Branded timeless in stone
Condemning the vilified,
as it is published by
The Royal Geographical Society:
Syria as the Gateway between East and West
The Geographical Journal
Vol. 107, No. 5/6 (May - Jun., 1946), pp. 179-190)
And why shouldn’t this be so?
Beowulf, an earliest epic
Of Old English
How proud and agile to be able
To confer your legacy in written format
Onto your generations and incursions ~
Daughters of the American Revolution,
weren't you early colonists settling in Maryland?
Wasn't The Crown's high noon tea wrought with hypocrisy?
I was wrong when I supposed
McCongress ordered striking the King's son
off the Dollar Menu, To Go,
when they showed up at the
Morocco & France have tensions
today that sprouted around this very topic, you know.
Everyone has to pay attention to who the special children are,
from the special castes - it is written and taught in
children's international fairytales
written by nations collectively-
cultures present their insides
in their telling of morals embellished
inside gripping tales
to their children,
use of cultural symbols and
delectable terms, the signs all
lead directly to the diaper room.
But for this poet, it was the Irish potato famine
forbidding entry into libertine culture.
"Hear me." that’s how it always starts. Some loud mouthed tyrant stepping on the backs of his followers, to throne the salted vigor of his speech.
"Follow me into this place, unknown maybe, but full of gifts to those willing to take it from the mouth of destiny, I assure you. The FATE that you…Yes YOU have earned with your blood, your sweat, your SACRIFICE! For you have left the bed of your woman, to fight for your country, for your KING! Do you not deserve the respite of hunger, of shelter? Have WE not earned that?”
And the crowd’s hungry stomachs tremble beneath the throe of desperate and determined screams both invoked and festered by the name they call KING; who seeks only to grip a longer whip, to reach further than the crown before him.
"Hear me!" "So I may show you the way, to freedom!”
The lash of a tongue, is sometimes much stronger than that of a whip..
for it is much more deceiving.
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.
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
I do not know?
When your turn to fear us
Oh, how it descends
Just another day
To save these scars
How can I remedy
What’s way too far
It’s just a melody
So keep it strong
I just don’t know
Why everything has to go away
How do I stay
If there’s nothing more I can do
A rain ago
Too late to go
Dreary are the boats I sail
Lonely is the boat I am
Knocking, slamming into me
How can I worry, how can I be
Take a drive
They come fiercer in the night
Always knowing with running might
We can’t escape the flames now cast
We’re running from mistakes of past
Keep it simple
Can you win the war
If you chase your own tail
Try not to overthink it
That’s the secret
don't you hear?
But they are silent,
They hold only my must
I'm just getting started,
Now dying by a sickness,
They can no long
My heart becomes cold,
And I no longer want
Another day of heart ache and
Days seem to pass,
Yet still stuck in da,
Moments that never last.
I blame it on the devil's past,
An evil plans to kill me dis fast.
Hidden secrets Beneath pure darkness
If I could correct it i would....
Yet you can't take back the
Things you've done... only fix who
You can become.
It's up too you...
You said to pick one color but I had to do three
they represent one thing that we Americans call free
but the sound it makes, sounds like death to me
the red, white, and blue can you see
I hear an air strike
bombs light up the night
so many screams
how can they say its right
they've gotten a nuke
it just makes me puke
so many screams
caused by our fluke
a deserted land
covered in sand
so many screams
caused by our hands
secretary of defense
went on the offense
so many screams
when are we going to pay penance
when I was three
was taught we were free
so many screams
right here in our country
BOSNA RIVER - Sarajevo 1995
I love you death, and welcome all you're not;
no love, no hate, no failing and no gain,
no fighting for the things we haven't got
nor wondering about our latest pain.
Your mercy is a thing I surely bless
anticipating you, my only friend,
who brings conclusion to life's wretchedness
the only one who knows us in the end.
So come you now as I help you along
the Bosna's tried to drown me in my past,
but now I know your timing is not wrong
and so I live and breath for you at last.
Your nothingness is what I hunger for
and in your end, I pray there's nothing more.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
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
show off. He liked to stay under
everyone's radar. Only a few members of
Crime Syndicate knew where Malik lived.
Mecca was one of them. So seeing
slumped over on his doorsteps was some
what a surprise. Looking at the figure
tell that it was a woman. "Who could this
be?" thought Malik as he got out of his
Malik's brain was racing a hundred miles
per hour. Reaching out his hand to touch
that's when he noticed bloody money
stuffed into the woman's mouth. "What
Malik's jaw dropped. Looking into the
dead woman's face recognizing who she
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
what he was reading. "It's in the best
interest of The Black Crime Syndicate to
of the escort business. The Green Nation
don't like The Black Crime Syndicate
planting flowers in our flower bed. The
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
The Hydralisks are assembling just out of range,
Supported by Roaches, Infestors, Banelings,…
The Mutalisks are hovering beyond our turrets,
Brutalisks are moving—it’s looking quite desperate.
There’s a silver lining for each “end of the world”:
My shift’s almost done and my Siege Tank’s been rebuilt.
I could spend my last hours paralyzed in fright;
But no, got a date with that cute medic tonight.
I took several stim-packs off a dead Marine,
And I’ll take a few jolts if she gives me the green.
So all those Zerg monsters better stay out of sight…
Better not mess with me and my Medic tonight.
We’re all out of minerals, we’re out of Vespene.
We’ve made our last Marauders and our last Viking.
But if Ghosts and Banshees can hit the Zerg just right,
I might still be around for my Medic tonight.
Chorus) Got a date with that blue-eyed young medic tonight.
You know, the one that I’ve had for months in my sights.
If my Siege Tank’s a rockin’, don’t come a knockin’.
Got a date with that pretty sweet medic tonight.
on a dank cloudy day
in the cockpit of my plane
in the clouds I wait
for the command
to drop more bombs
give our enemy their fate
hours roll by
the radio is quite
not even static
something is amiss
the gauges have stopped
the sound is not right
in fact there is no sound
not at all
no sound from the engine
no explosions to be heard
I take a close look
the scenery is the same
it hasn't changed
but it's all wrong
it’s sitting still like it’s been paused
in the air they hang
like a photograph
along with the plane
if we won't end the war
than something else apparently will
moments become years
in the air I hang
something stopped this war
but gave it to us
Valor Never Diminished
A few old men do still live to tell
the brave deeds their brothers did
Noting the battle where they finally fell
shedding tears for their lives and kids
Holy ground were in laid to eternal rest
a path many fear to ever tread
Our nation ever gives its very best
to the beast that forever eats its dead
Should you ever chance to read
tales of valor fantastic and true
Remember it in your time of need
pray God gives such courage to you.......Tyr 04-08-2014
Knight after knight,
Swords against swords,
Blood flows on the soil for the vengeance of souls.
Knight after knight,
Swords against swords,
Hear the woes of men seeking for home.
Knight after knight,
Swords against swords,
Revenge calls no end for it resurrects the horned.
Silent hearts will boil,
Men will fight on thorns
Until He descends; there will be no more knights with swords.
Forced down onto the thick mud
the stench of this rotten blood
Determined for this to be surreal
My fate would change if it were real
My life begins anew In my head
From the time mother put me to bed
Father took me to my first Yankee’s game
Where I was inspired by their fame
To keep the kids soundly in bed
My blood, I fear, I must shed
Not knowing whether I would live or die
the anguish is consuming my thigh
The pain is slowly dying out
my destiny is nothing but a doubt
Laying on the red infested loam
Guadalcanal, you are my last home.
A bird flying in the Sky
Can be evidence
May be blind
While the justice disappears
Over the point of view
Down to as a whole
It may not downward
To sit with them
Sticks on the sky
Flying without aim
Looking back and at
The theories of peace
Word to word
Weapon to weapon
Blood to blood
Hand to hand
To fight and to celebrate
For a happiness of the end
Epic turns pages
Freeze Rivers of universe
Melt and flow
Pouring human blood
Turning into “Red Sea”
Uniting the sea of whole
Glory and power
Will of desire
Bi- tri – polar
Toast for over
Encages to piece
Die and cry
Carry on why
Heave a sigh
Bird you and I are misguided
Media as a medium
Is as a message
Hegemony of the God
Of several hands
Udaya R. Tennakoon
Rana's Legion Defends
Barbarians had won the city and slain all there
burned it down after stripping it completely bare
From the Holy city of Rome orders quickly flew
destroy these invaders now, your legion and you
Ten days hard march with never a long or great rest
no complaints for Rana's legion were always the best
Two weeks out chasing the savage barbarian horde
led by its barbaric , tall and savage murdering Lord
Time was very near because the trail was so very hot
Rana knew the enemy would pick their very best spot
Five more days racing forward at steady, deadly paces
soon legionnaires would see their enemy's wicked faces
Following day the huge enemy camp was found
across vast plains at base of a rocky mound
Rana rested his legionnaires just before the big fight
weapons ready , his brave men without any fright
Sun burst forth with a wicked gleam in it's light
legion ever so ready and looking so very bright
Rana checked each and every eager fighting man
reminding all of his clever winning battle plan
Spearmen six deep center of the advancing van
splitting right and left upon his first command
Archers firing quick volleys from fifty yards behind
raining down destruction upon enemy's failing line
Sounding horn sending in central reserves eager to slay
enemy routed by the power legion sent into the deadly fray
As Rana commanded his swordsmen to hack the enemy apart
find the tall leader and cut out his wickedly, black heart
Savage brutes tossed away their weapons and began to run
legionnaires raced forward cutting them down having fun
Rana came upon the savage Lord fighting upon the mound
rushed upon him so very quickly without making a sound
A cut to his left leg just below his unprotected knee
a jab into his chest as the brute turned to flee
Off with his hairy head as blood so freely flowed
victory won, the pride of the legion so fairly glowed
Rana's legion finished off the barbaric wounded where they lay
stripping all the bodies of weapons and spoils the very next day
Marching back to the garrison proudly to be richly rewarded there
each and every man to receive the bloody war booty, his fair share!
(Outside the doorsteps of wilderness).
Riding in the back of the car
Smell of gas leaking, gone too far
Engine filled, should remain empty
Down this #1 Highway to oblivion
The road signs get his attention.
Now he knows it's time to go
Wandering through the fields they shall go
Back to the bad seed they have sown
Land ripped up and root of good fruit exposed
Bad seed scattered around by the human hand.
Seeds scattered across the land;
Underneath frozen fields like tundra
Where the land begs him to wander
Land of burning fields, scented of ash
Mixed with the blossoming wild rose.
Land of volcanoes by the sea
Land of endless space into eternity.
Haunted by its flush fields left fallow.
For future yields with many more
Harvests through the coming years.
Burden of development, dreams in tow
This bag of seeds across a ship on the sea
Eyes through the firelight into descent.
Upon shadows beneath aurora.
Hollow aphorism except for life.
All visions a trick of the mind
Eyes blinded by not the heart
Made with valour through years of strife
Fields of mourning for soldiers
Died upon fields of flowing blood.
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
I am fire cooked in the belly of a barrel
An inferno like a messenger of death from hell
Somersaulting like a ninja assassin wilding his sword unsheathed
With double edged precision and ill intent unleashed
In my clear trajectory I target any would be shot stopper
I spit fatality and finality, I am the showstopper
There lies power in the pull of a trigger
An on/off switch of life at the tip of a finger
I entre the air with a loud Bang!
I express death like a bulletin
Collide and split air molecules with gun powder
15 calibre to penetrate fragile body armour
I shoot off my mouth like a machine gun
Two syllables, death by numbers, one by one
I recoil on my words like a liar, then silence
Steal lives and leave behind bullet clips
I laugh at your gun laws
I am the Lord of all wars
A soldier lain in pools of blood,
A soldier of no name,
A dying soul face down in mud,
His mercy is to blame.
Now booming blows are deep below
The Emerald River
In visceral form and bellows
Travelling in shivers
Across the vibrating granite.
Your heart will stop, dear friend,
And you shall see no holy light,
Just darkness with no end.
Now sleep, poor soldier, sleep softly again,
For I shall weep for you and the sins of Man.
I pulled up my car,
rolled down the window,
Pointed at the demon's face,
I pull the trigger rapidly,
Spraying bullets of salvation,
As his face is mutilated and disgraced,
Upon his master Satan.
Execute all demons,
Hang them by the throat,
With the spiritual rope,
Cut their arms, legs and head,
And throw them back into the abyss,
Decapitated violently, upon useless shrieks.
In the name of YAHUSHUA ha MASHICH.
Demon Slayers shall arise forth,
From all parts of the earth.
Hunting demons for a living,
And collecting their heads as they speak forth.
These words of bullets I have said,
Accomplished the Drive By,
And now I try to escape.
Doing Drive By's on demons,
Is my life, and if I back down now,
I will never escape.
They were boys going over the top to die in their tens of thousands in the mud of the Somme. Nazi youth best in the world bar none, proved wrong over wide steppes of Mother Russia. Hurricane pilots fighting Japan over Ceylon, Burma, Imphal, lost pilots barely 21, made men in lonely cockpits. Red Chinese boys laid bare bone bloody against Yankee lines, human wave failure. In the jungles of Nam stoned Americans kill more yellow men and women, want their youth back more time to do drugs without time taken up by killing. Falklands calling, Malvinas battle boys to men 8,000 miles from home, for Britain left many behind last colonial war. Desert combat, boys to men now highly skilled killers for oil and the engine. Today, where will it be next? War calling more boys to be men, to quietly die in combat or call for their mothers. Fate will tell – now we wonder. Boys finish school, part of the lottery of death crying for more soldiers and innocents to die in death.
Oh country, oh country for you I sing
Land of the free, home of the brave
Where we hung our people because they said it was okay
All hail the venomous sting
Oh country, oh country hell has risen in our generation
Beyond any control we have lost it
We’ve dug too many graves, we’re exhausted
All hail the venomous temptation
Oh country, oh country are you really for me
I see my women raped and forgotten
My women, of the earth, turned rotten
All hail the venomous Eve
Oh country, oh country it’s time for change
No more war, no more society secrets
Take heed to the promises broken with deepest regret
All hail the venomous reign
I do not know?
With foul words these kings have spoken
battered helmets and shields broken
unions of bronze blades
muddy corpses in bloody glades
Strong arms block blows that felled giants
in place of these dueling tyrants
pushing ever forward into the fray
cut down friend or foe if cross thy way
spears held high for one last charge
one more battle cry before they barge
into the great wolf’s den descend
all’s well, here at the world’s end
Bullet between the eyes, graveyard of dreams, demise.
Running bloodily through the fields
As the poppies to opium, they do give yield
Out on the fields with the mujahideens
Praying to an empty sky, drinking out of latrines
Loyalty to excess, their seventh heaven machines
Out of a book misused, misquoted, for such
Up the Silk Road fast as he can
Out to raid the gold-loaded caravans
Enemy in his territory
Headed out to Afghanistan
Going to buy himself some powder
With this prizes of fine jewellery
Ore from the ground, black gold, opal
Measure against the dollar, coal and coffee
He made a bet he could bring them all down
Before they crossed into Tibet.
The darkness amidst innocents in the danger
Zone of despair, nobody cares for a stranger.
There is intimacy in conversation
That causes me a little hesitation
The cautious investigation in the eyes
All angels are just manipulators in disguise.
Holier-than-thou is a convenient act for now
Soon, the promises broken behind backs
After the wine and the taking of a vow
Dig in heels into the sand, and get in the bed now.
If the railroad’s end comes down to her
As a destination, I will jump the rails
And run just to get away from her
The kind of friend she is, an enemy
Stalking in the night while talking familiarly
All the time, in secret, laughing at me.
Armageddon, the prophets wrote
about it and Christ spoke of it. These
events must take place.
As the darkness unleashes, the beast
will come to do what he pleases and
ruthless wars will arise. Nations will betray
one another like Judas. Evil will have domination
over all nations of the earth. The ground will rumble
and every building will crumble. Volcanoes will erupt,
earthquake and hurricanes will tear the world apart.
Armageddon will come and the world will end
I remember not so long ago
a slogan that said,
“What if they held a war, and we refused to go?”
Seems like rhetoric and sly nudges to the heart,
but let us take this construct apart.
What is war, let us delineate...
It is a gathering of hate,
and some men with power to
order people what to do.
War is me, war is you - simple plan
to add borders to our own span.
Young folks die and come home in boxes.
falling like rain, spreading like poxes...
And in the end, what do we prove?
That we are in an endless groove,
killing more - planning the next war.
“What is insanity?” a man did ask -
it is doing the very same task
over and over again -
without a gain, a change or a win.
If I said no to each violent act,
and you said no...this is a fact:
there would be no one left to fight
for either what is wrong or right.
We would have to resort to different ammo...
words and discussions, not bullets and guns.
Then we would save our precious sons
and the daughters who stand up for us.
What if the world was a fuss not fight...
battlefields fell to a terrible blight
of peace that would last forever.
Arm deals and more arm deals, that's all I see.
Calibres change, the type of artillery
Changes, the game players grey and go and
Are replaced by darker capillary
With greater thirst for bleeding enemy
And with more dangerous artillery.
Deadly toys in the hands of eager youth,
Intended for warding off intruders:
Scaring them with heaps of artillery
So that they would harder prepare soldiers
If the should covet and desire to loot.
In their minds they have peace in their brooders.
But to brood over unused firepower
While only playing with blanks on dummies
Kindles unquiet thirst only blood can quench
Kills empathy for sonless war mummies,
And in blasts of gun smoke the youth's flower
Drowns its thirst in the thud of fall'n bodies.
Coasting on thermals where birds touch the sky
standing below them and watch do I
banking with grace above they ascend
fleeting to views I want never to end
Through the tall grasses do brown bunnies run
enjoying open spaces under the sun
paw prints of raccoons cover my deck
when night arrives their presence I’ll check
In night my roses will disappear
as a sweet dinner for forest deer
the stars will arrive and night will cloak
moon beamed ponds where frogs do croak
Things of great beauty formed by Mans hand
but beneath his gaze will none of it stand
the gold and the silver that so many amassed
to the hills and mountains upon earth will be cast
artifice and toil will disappear in the wind
this system of things will soon meet it’s end
Life’s burning oil so many have wasted
the pursuit of the truth have little tasted
Man has not cared for the gems that reside
the qualities existing in the well inside
understanding and wisdom thought not to seek
strengthening the hands of those who are weak
Exhaustive is the sources of thought
and for vanity is friendship bought
each seeks his own self exultation
casting down others in defamation
God will destroy the lier and sinner
birds will feast as if in dinner
disease and pestilence will follow after
unthinking men have given God laughter
Man’s ingenuity has not been his crown
his own self praise has cast him down
before God’s justice mankind is not humble
compared to his works our own do stumble
Humans seem not to delight in instruction
the foolish among us will suffer destruction
the law and the prophets and Truth are known
among all mankind the news has flown
Sweet in the mouth is the taste of the Truth
but bitter is knowledge that does not sooth
In birth pangs and travail the new system arrives
and with it the loss of so many lives
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Via Duboff Law Group LLC
sources Isaiah Jeremiah Ezekiel Revelation
On The Beach
Imagine walking on a beach after you finish school. Enjoying time alone. Happy that your studies are going well. In your own little world. Then they come for you. Snatch you off the beach. Take you to their boat and kidnap you. You've never been so scared. Not knowing what's happening or why. Little do you know, you won't see Japan again. Enemy soldiers came for someone. They found you. They need Japanese citizens to teach spies the language. But you don't want to do this. You go crazy. Not in anger but mentally. Your 'life' there doesn't work out. Your fate is bad. 'Suicide' by drug overdose. Your body thrown into a pit with others. A terrible fate. North Korea did this to you. And to many more who are missing.