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The Ballad of the Poet

*The Dead Poet*

Many blocks along the road, 
Kicking down walls of heavy stones, 
Yet no one could draw through the walls of her lonely bones.
A poet who could not write what's inside. 
Her pen had gone ink dry. 
Her beady eyes lost the feel of an angelic realm.
She tried! 
She tried until she could no longer cry!
A poet who stuttered with the mind and out came no words.
This poet hangs on a mound with a picture that tells a sad tale.
A poem that broke verses in a Carpe diem dream.
She ruffled her arms once more as if she could fly.
Still nothing, 
Everything felt dead inside. 

Trap in a mental state that clots the willing vein.
Isolating her form in a room with no door.
She stays this away from the feel of the marvel pen.
To never go back, and feel again.

In the most ominous way,
She lets out a cry, 
A cry, never heard before. 
Running from this evil, that stain her world. 
 
Words buried deep and behind a new exterior box, 
Her insides grasp all the air of airs once alive. 
A talon drop into the next,
This troublesome poet gave up on everything. 
Had nothing left, but the empty space within. 

Next!
She curls herself into a fetal world.
At last, she closes her eyes, to feel no more.
A poet who died the day, joy wiped the glee from her face.

by;PD


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The Flight of Tempest Reigned

Upon a glorious night
A burning fire lit upon my unrented spine
Deafened by fleeting sight
I flee the home that never was quite mine

Crushed in garish fight
Within the corridor I dare to flee
Blinded by his might
While all the sad spirits return to me

Oh Tempest, you blow in me hope
Of sorrow more true than any other light
Oh Tempest that guides my departed
To your soul so bright
Rejoining each of us—the broken-hearted 

Upon that vaporous eve
Enclosed in bond beyond mortal grief
Lost to the foggy reef
The fog that so lingers in these glistening eyes
That vapor drew me near
Bedazzling more than the moonlit mirror
To where I see him fly
Twas a heart-reaching place I always fear

Oh Tempest, you blow in me hope
Of sorrow more true than any other light
Oh Tempest that guides my departed
To your soul so bright
Rejoining each of us—the broken-hearted 

Between the beat of my breast
A heart that beats only for him
He slumbers in the clouds
The clouds that pour my poignant prose
Beyond the darkened seas
The wind does carry the scent of his bequest
Within the folding of the storm I cease to rest

Oh Tempest, you blow in me hope
Of sorrow more true than any other light
Oh Tempest that guides my departed
To your soul so bright
Rejoining each of us—the broken-hearted 

To him my sorrows lay 
And fall into the arms of strangers' trembling spine
As light and pain fall gray
Twas there they grayed and blended with the rain
Twas there they grayed and blended with the rain
Twas there they grayed and blended with the rain 


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Disturbed Child

That disturbed child
The teen girl with no friends, 
and is rejected by her loved ones
She feels broken inside,
like theres no other choice
She takes the iron razor, 
she puts it to her arm and hopes the pain will fade,
but in the end it only makes her feel worse
She does this to herself not because she is sad, 
but because she doesn't think any one cares
She thinks 
What if I put this razor to my throat,
and ended my life
Would they care then?
She feels like no one cares 
What she doesn't realize is, 
if she died a river of tears would come,
even faster then the blood would run from her
If she only knew life can be brighter 
If she would only see, 
that she is loved
That disturbed child, 
We miss her
and theres no getting her back
What could we have done
Was there any changing her mind
Only God knows


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Walking Alone

I used to wish I made a difference in his ife, 
I thought it possible, since I was labeled his wife. 

But it is sad to admit that I'm just being used, 
I'm constantly treated poorly and verbally abused. 

I have lost the joy of waking everyday, 
Now in my spare time I quietly pray. 

I ask for strength to be strong and make it stop,
But when comes home from work, my heart will drop.

Nervousness and feeling constant fear is all I know, 
He always hurts me emotionally,  it feels like a hard blow. 

At his feet I beg to have that life I deserve and need, 
But he tells me I'm selfish and full of greed. 

Why does he see me in such a bad light, 
I began to pray that my soul is taken during the night. 

But the morning comes and I deal with another day, 
Of sadness and listening to the harsh words that he'll say. 

I walk alone in this world of sadness and misery,
No one knows what I deal with because I'll never let them see.


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Battle

Is it quiet enough here in your head? The chaos of the mind has subsided to a dull roar. The battle with self has come to a stalemate. Both sides have withdrawn, not in retreat, but in an attempt to resupply.


The rancid smell of past thoughts permeate your senses. Memories are left strewn across the war-zone, their death stark upon your emotions. It is time to recruit new dreams to send into the fight, to become heroes; or be left for dead on the battlefield in your head.


That the battle could be won says nothing of the war in your soul. It is here that the conflict escalates to nuclear proportions. Even though you hold your fingers over the button, your resolve is smashed. You bring those trembling fingers to your face, wipe the tears, and know you have failed again.


Or is it failure when you live to fight another day? A simple foot soldier in the trenches of yesterday never believes they are the future General of tomorrow. Often you live in the present fight, with tunnel vision focused on the enemy surrounding you. It is hell when you realize that the enemy is only you. But your back is against the wall and you are not accustomed to losing.


And the battle rages on, dreams are shattered against the front lines of reality. The masses engulf the weak; will is broken. The once barren plains now run red with the blood of hope. The skies are clouded with the mists of loss and the scent on the air induces the desire to stop breathing forever.


The last sounds you hear are screams. You never realize that the screams are your own.


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DEAR MUSIC

Dear Music

Dear Music- would you marry drum?
for it will be beautiful when played under the setting sun
How would you love to be tomorrow’S heading
will you invite Guitar to your wedding?
From million miles your melodies be heard
As soothing as the morning hymn of a mocking bird
Since happiness can only befriend you
For you’re surely beautiful and true.

Music- queen of the ballroom
You Indeed are dominator of the mind In vexed volume
Could you stop the violence- happening a thousand mile
Sole Perceiver of peace - thence thou shalt smile
For you are one of the timbers of earth
As every soul knows you since birth
Only you can manipulate the choice-less
And can also speak for the voiceless.

Music- should you need a king,
Who will endear you with a diamond ring
You can think of Michael Jackson and Bob Marley,
From your talented basement to your lobby,
And even to you, Lucky Dube, and John Lennon were dear,
among the spot earners on the isle of the phenomena 
As they, the aforementioned had no limit of valence
Yet they lived and died under our pitiful surveillance.
 
Dear Music- I wish you could walk for the disabled
For they indeed are hopeless- and subtracted from the fabled
You mesmerized, thence emphasized the beautiful life
But don’t the laborer deserve a break from the hunger and strife
I admire your stance to point out the lies- that demised many dreams
However I’m disgusted by the ignorance of the poor’s screams
Music- you define immortality- yet omit the underlying reality
I wish a few will see beyond generalization one day- and preserve equality-


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The Anne Marie Gale

There she sits, ready to fly, to be free and take sail
A beautiful ship, the love of my life, The Anne Marie Gale
Ready to take on the harshest storms, the hurricanes
The darkness and the rain, typhoons, and all the pain
She sails off, leaving me behind, lost forever in vain
I watch you slip away, my beautiful Anne Marie Gale 
When you were once here, in the harbors of my heart 
Set off to sail, and to take the wind, as I watch you part 

You are a beauty, an angel, sails are your wings of the sea, 
where behind your veil, You look out ahead, and see 
all your flags are flying, your sails of pearls are furled
On your mast your colors, are waving you on to your destiny
Here you took my heart, and now you are taking the world
Leaving me a shallow old man, to cry alone and wail
Where have I gone? Lost in time, with The Anne Marie Gale
 
Will you return someday? And return to a place once home? 
Where I stand at the oceans’ edge in the waves, sand and foam 
I watch from the light houses, and islands, their tallest towers 
Waiting your return, counting each day, each second, each hour
I feel the wind and rain pour through my veins, ripping my soul
Taking my heart to the depths, into the end of times final hours 
where I cannot not escape, nor do I dare let go the ropes holding me
Binds me, keeping me tied forever a knot, only time unfolding me  

Soon the winds of a gale will take me, and my strength will soon fail
As I wait out my life in wonder of the beautiful Anne Marie Gale
Do you ever remember me from your heart? See me through the veil?
Or are you set free by your sails forever with the winds and gales?
That take you into the adventures you seek, of The Anne Marie Gale
A beautiful clipper, built from the heart of my woods, and of golden rails
The storms of my heart, a gold jewel of the sea, the wind in your sail
Forever I will be a ghost aboard the pure heart of the Anne Marie Gale,


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The big cat roars


A big cat roared in the wilderness,
As the birds fled to the skies,
As the echo's of the thunderbirds
Be drowning out their cries.
As mad, mad man goes off to war,
And young men die 
Oh Lord what for?????

The dark green bird with the big propeller 
Be dropping off some fine young fellows,
To fight a mad, mad, war in tears
As anguished mothers face their fears.
As boys, some dying for leaders pride,
Be forced to thrust their souls aside.

The Romans march they off to war,
They're still with us, and that's for sure.
The Gulf, Iraq and Vietnam
Does anybody give a damn???
About boys dying in the night,
And who be wrong and who be right.?




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The Healer

She wanted to lock herself away
and question her world view,
she wanted to cry out the pain
and scream at the world too.

Like her tears the rain had come
coming from all around,
here she was, suffering,
and no one hears a sound.

She began to line herself with marks,
like her pain that would stay awhile.
All her joy had slipped away
with nothing left to make her smile.

She stashed away her healer
to save for another rainy day,
the clouds began to move again
and slowly faded away.


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Now with God

Tears for your Smile
Tears for your Heart
From this day on We are Apart
Now in Heaven 
Eyes Bright as Stars
Warm as the Sun
Genuinely Kind
Big as Bear
Loved by All
Now with God 
Sleep Well My Dear......xo


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Mercy

In the Quiet of the Breeze    My Spirit Must Look Back too.....  a Darkness that took place....    Unfathomable to Face....    What I didn't See....  Is such a Disgrace...  How could I not know....   How could I not see....  How could I not feel   How could it be.....   I have no one to Blame but Me!!   I am so Sorry!!    My Darling Daughter xo that ' THIS' has come to be!!   May God in his Mercy bring Peace to Your Soul an Set You Free..xo


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The ballad of Tich Thomas

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.

2007


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Isolation

How can I tell you?
I can't stay with you.

Neither I can give up on you.
Fear of losing you is losing me.
It feels like slow death every night.

But we are just stuck in our spaces!
Unable to connect from two feet distance.


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Praying For The Day

I pray for the day,
That my sweet child comes home,
To my loving arms,
So, I can love and hold them tightly,
Each and everyday of their lives,
To be there for them and guide them,
As they learn to grow,
Into a wonderful adult,
That I know they will become,
For they have such a wonderful heart,
And as people will see them grow each year,
Learning along their way,
Having their own imagination,
To shine and guide them,
To be a very unique person of their own,
But they are already very different,
In many different ways,
By their looks and their loving heart,
And of course being very smart,
Their beauty will shine,
In many different ways,
Both inside and out,
And I pray for the day,
They will come home,
To stop these painful, loving tears.


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A Dead Girl's Final Wish

Music is my home,
Written when I am alone.
Nobody is hear to save me as I slash
 my wrists and they turn scarlet.
 My mother and father walks through the door,
 my mother screams and ,
my father seems dazed,
The doctor say if it was not for the fact,
 That my heart was not strong i would have survived,
The boy and girl who pushed me to commit sucide,
 spits  and dance on my grave,
they defile it and call me names,
 even though i am dead i will still hear them,
talk and say mean things,
to my mother and father,
They spread rumors that are untrue,
A voice calls out and asks me what
I want to do?
 I cry out let me live give me a second chance,
I'll grant you this calls the voice,
The next thing I know I am in a hospital in the intensive care unit,
I try to speak my mother puts her finger to my lips she is crying,
i Had been on the way to the morgue when my eyes open and i started to breathe,
The same bestfriend who i have known all my life has finally shown her jealous side 
 and called me a witch, and a zombie, or even a creature from hell.
They Took her to the other side of the hospital and put her in the physchartric unit,
The boy went to jail for attempted murder and i knew i had a plan lined all out for me


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The Turn of The Screw

There was a time I swear it’s true
When all the roads that led to you
Were leafy lanes and sunlit avenues

And every bird in every tree
Announced this joy triumphantly
The world had a perfect symmetry

It ends just like it begins
I feel the ground under me spin
Until I’m on the outside looking in

As the penny drops into a slot
It turns a key that fits a lock
And opens up a door right under me

And suddenly

I’m falling

And as all colours lose their hue
As all lines fall out of true
The only sound I can hear
Is the slow, slow turn of the screw
Is the slow, slow turn of the screw


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Bride She Is But Not My Bride

All these days, I wait the day,
Now that day has come,
Pour delicious healthy words,
Till I say, 'had some,'
Bride she is and bride she was,
And her heart was mine,
The girl I loved, still I love,
Hurt me more than fine,
still I love and still I love,
All her thoughts were mine,
Music plays the singers sing,
filling evils dine.

Hands on him and eyes on me,
All her hearts were mine,
Call me not and shake me not,
Till she show some sign,
Walking splendor, words tender
men will hail you high,
Silent thoughts of days that passed,
Now my heart will cry,
Fill with words and wipe my tear,
Pour me some more wine,
Music plays the singers sing,
filling evils dine.

Friends and kins, gone far away,
call them all to me,
comfort me, give me a hug
raise me up, off knee
guard my shoulders, please elders
let me cry out loud
blistering cold, climb my veins
walk me off this crowd,
O my girl in wedding gown,
ain't she just too fine
Music plays the singers sing,
filling evils dine.

Give a rope, tied with a knot,
I will hang my self,
mad enough, imagining,
I will kill my self,
beautiful bride, darling bride,
she was all I had,
smile to me, lie by my side,
begging you my love,
quit marrying, please resign,
come with me, my shine
Music plays the singers sing,
filling evils dine.

All these days I wait the day,
Now this day has come,
Pour delicious healthy words,
Till I say, 'had some'.
©Anees Rahman


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The Ballad of Raphael

 by: Acquah Vicki

Raphael:( A BALLAD )

The name rolled off of his tongue so gaily, 
He seemed to be fulfilled by just saying 
" RAH PHA EL". Matthew's 
wheels were spinning 
this was the one who 
would save him,from 
the wild and crazy life on 
South Beach as a waiter.
Blond Blue eyed slim statues 
man from New york-
Found the dark and tan 
gorgeous Greek 
a fantasy and a treasure 
that had now become his reality.
Every thought of Raphael would 
delight his eyes with pleasure.

He walked on his tip toes almost as 
a ballerina when he spoke of Raphael. 
Raphael, rich- Handsome and happy. 
Matt waited each day,joyfully 
to jump into Raphael's
sports car and parade in front 
of Coconuts and Mangoes.

As Raphael zoomed up,Matt
was with wings, He took off and 
was about to hoover, when the signal 
was, "do not come any closer ".
Raphael waved him off.

He soon saw why and 
much to Matt's surprise
watched the undercover
unload the Porsche' with
what they had discovered.

I, as Matt's surrogate mother-- 
witnessed Matt's moon-lit eyes wane- 
I shared in his pain. Thinking.... 
" New yorker's should know better "

Still, I held him as he cried.
He survived to tell the tale.
Off into the distance Matt did stare 
as one last time he spoke 
the name,"Raphael"


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William part 1

I ask all to be open minded as I tell the story of my friend,  William .
There are so many prejudice in this World , from color to sex 

To me it has always been the soul , the person inside 
For one that is shallow will not experience life in true blessing 

William my friend was African American , he was fun and personality full of 'I am here "
William was Gay , William disowned , William called "A queer "

Well this is a lesson for all to know
God does not care what color , but the heart , what color it shows .

I had left my 1st Husband , with 2 children I had to support .
I was depressed , felt alone in the civilian World of a sort 

For when I got to Monterey bay , I was on a Military base 
Very shy and recluse , not leaving the perimeter of the land 
I opened such a big door when I left that abusive Man 

I had the tiniest apartment with 2 little rooms , probably 550 sq. feet I presume .
I will never for get the night He came to my door , William ," Girl, lets go dancing 
Let's go explore ! He called me 'The platinum Blonde "

We went out together and danced , he was amazing ! William energized any room . He Lit it Up ! 
For he had something inside his beautiful soul , no money could buy, nor silver or gold.

Well years went by in Monterey bay , I had fallen in love with a man , Lost so much time .

Time went by , after the man broke my heart ,I remember "where is William "
I missed something that lies  deep in my heart . The true Love and friendship of he I craved .

Now this story is long so go to  "William part 2  "be patient , be brave .


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Dislocations

 A tooth from a mouth 
 An eye from a socket 
 Plucked in a drought 
 Rot in a pocket 

 An empty space
 Where a throat might have been
 The caul of a face 
 The trace of a chin 

 A clasp and a brace 
 Fold like a grin
 Clot like a cake 
 Grate like a whim

 As ago meets afar 
 In the here and now
 In the crease of a scar
 And the pleats of a brow

 Written by © Raven Drake


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Night's cry



What I have done?
When the distance of the lusty killing 
	Or the thing he has touched, the hours that brazen
On the peak of this wind's falls, the beauty
	Thought which I was still sleeping 
With pain I could feel, you're still walking 
	The wounds upon the strangled memory I hold,
All become so unhealthy, implored, and hard to swallow.


What I have done?
For many who have dreamed or were just drifting
	The treasure of living up into the exhaustless dawn, 
The brave word I loved or it never was.
	How could I fail if I am the same bloody
Soul you have made me to believe on you?

	Tell me, dear morning, or you dying evening,
For what I fell by giving you all my love, 
	I've failed to feel you after you have disappeared!
Shall I say these is love, fondled declaration,
	Or just the denial of man's things.

	What a good for it when at every dream I have been
Or the waves I watched through the window of the night
	And now, the holy light of this day blinded me
And surpassing me what I felt all have already gone!
		Tell me, please, what I have done?
 


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Broken

Broken- Reprint Luther's I who have nothing!

I who is broken
I who have spoken too soon
As I now have noone
It's now a year in June
I have been lost deserted
A drift in a sea of my own emotions
I'm intermittently frenzied to frozen
Numb to the reality of my shattered heart
This was a clean break,No soft tissue fracture
Who will help me pick up the pieces
That is going to be the hardest part

I who've been knowing
I who can't tell if he's coming or going
They look at you with sorrow in their eyes
More like that poor poor man
They can see the sadness inside
They can read as my pen just cries
I couldn't pretend anymore 
No amount of sedative can conceal these lies
Now that the world knows, and can have a good laugh at me
I lay broken on this tiny apartment floor, disgusted at what I see

I without a home
I have a roomate but he lives alone
I'm conspicuous to the eyes as her absence is my alibi
I who have regretfully
I who contextually- have replayed our final hours in the
Can't go back time machine that haunts me in my mind
This kind of torture is what blurries the line
Between the living and the dead
This is too much pain and suffering for mankind 

I who if I saw you tomorrow
Would have so much to say
I who wondered what I could have done 
to make you stay
I who on my knees do pray
for your successful recovery
Run from all your demons and if any of them are me
Or your ability to love completely
Heal your mind free your body
I hope this time away gives you the perspective 
Peace and serenity.
I have nothing more but my deepest apology
I lay broken in my own apathy.


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Her Face

Her Face was perfection, Still see it everywhere
The beauty in her eyes, Please forgive my stare
Though to confess my love, 
Oh no, I wouldn't dare...
So I'll just keep thinking of her, But it's just not fair

Her Face won't go away, So engrained in my mind
This girl was different, Unlike any other I'll ever find
Oh how the two of us, 
How our lives could've aligned...
So now, to everyone else, My heart is blind

But she'll never know,
Just what I would've done to be with her!
That I'd gladly travel through time and space
Just to appreciate her beauty,
And wake next to Her Face

Her Face comforts me, Holds me tight and dear
Takes me to another world, A new frontier
I'm dreaming where she loves me so much, 
That part is clear...
But as I awake, Just shed another tear

Her Face and her love, I won't ever forget
Lust for her will remain, Lips will get wet
I'll be reminded of her, 
At each days sunset...
And I'll remember everything, From the first day we met

But she'll never know,
Just what I would've done to be with her!
That I'd gladly travel through time and space
Just to appreciate her beauty,
And wake next to Her Face

Her Face is the sunshine, A universal light
With it's soul and it's passion, It was quite a sight
Oh how just to see her, 
Brought me such delight...
But here I am all alone now, Another late night

Her Face will surely lift someone up, With unconditional love
So what will come of me, Can I rise above?
Without Her Face, 
I'm unsure thereof...
Because see, out of my mind, to her, I'll never shove

And she'll never know,
Just what I would've done to be with her!
That I'd gladly travel through time and space
Just to appreciate her beauty,
And wake next to Her Face

Her Face, I see it every night, In my dreams
Where everything will all align, Oh how it seems
We're walking together... 
Hands together, Along the forests blue streams

Her Face ignited feelings, Things I've never before felt
Just got to play the hand, The cruel hand I was dealt
I will always have my writing, 
To continue to dwell...
On a lost love to whom one day, I would've knelt


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Sing Me A Song

Sing me a song of time gone by,
to remember friends long gone.

Sing me a song of love,
to remember the love we share together.

Sing me a song of youth and beauty,
to remember your face.

Sing me a song of joy,
so I can die with a smile on my face.

Sing me a song of life,
so I can die with a melody in my heart. 


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SATURDAY OR NOT

Saturday Or Not

Shadows on walls falling from the setting sun; Leaving behind dreams, in which I was the star. Who's gonna finish this dream: Who can complete this dream, this dream that captured my soul, when you left, I waited, I waited ....but you never returned.

Who's going to continue to love me? Who will tell them, those lies were untrue? who will kiss me in the morning, now that I Don't have you?

Shadows on walls talk to me , when the sun is rising, whispering... ever so gently that soon It will be alright.

I am exhausted from forced smiling. I stand alone devoid of pain , And pain would feel so right, we never even had a chance, to have a lovers fight.

YOUR dream was never to be dreamt again, that's the dream I am in. Who will finish holding me; Who will say goodnight.? What happens to the love we shared when love has been forgot... one more day until Sunday, "Saturday or not"!

The dream has ended abruptly: The dramas now unfolding. My Lovers gone...and only the shadow knows the secrets he was holding. I stand alone devoid of pain, and pain would feel so right...

Seven days we were married before they tore my love away. Tomorrow, for me now means nothing, even though it would have been Sunday, I want no more tomorrows. I don't even want Today ! I only wanted finish dreams. And to feed you from my loving pot To live our dream accordingly .. "Saturday or not"...!
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In my last life

InMy last life

I was a man of untold rage 
My hatred reached into old age
Someone was I, with so much power
Whose life had made him dark and sour
I was so hated and despised
And never cared for those who died
For I was he who sent them there
I tortured them into despair.

Everywhere I went was fear
I was a monster, this was clear
And everyone who crossed my path
They’d never smile, they’d never laugh
Oh, they just froze at the sight of me
Under my rule no one was free
I was the ruler of a land
A hated man, though big and grand.

Then on my death-bed I did see
The truth of the evil that was me
I feared that hell would be my lot
Where I would burn, my soul would rot
And vowed that in my life to come
I would recognize the sum
Of everything that’s beautiful
And I would be no longer cruel.

22 June 2014 @ 0740hrs.
 
Written for Carolyn’s contest ‘Past life’ it is fiction, and I wrote it because I was so angry in my younger days. That maybe this is how I was in a previous life….Peter



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left heartless

Heartless is what happens when a person has a loving heart that just ripped out and stomped on by the scammer who thinks their real.  When in reality they feel no love inside.  Only the love of themselves.  While making broken promises of love and trust to just watch another heart slowly shattered into pieces.  While the innocent victim makes a fool out of themselves.   Thinking here’s my chance at love and happiness. 

Only to be felt feeling betrayed and used in the end.  Always wondering what happened to cause the betrayal and lies.  Blaming themselves for giving their honest love and denotation to a fake.  Knowing that every smile and every touch meant nothing.  Wanting to run away and hide from the world around them.  

Being ashamed because of the curse of love that was placed upon them.  Needing to find a way to escape the nightmare they are facing alone.  While the world outside will never know what happened to cause all the hate that remains inside where a loving caring heart is supposed to be.  

Wondering why there was no apologies for causing the pain.  Only denying the affair ever happened. But the pictures were the evidence that could not be denied.  Now the whole world knows what a real scam is.  Because your time was up and the game is over.  


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Hateful

don’t think i don’t understand you
everything you say i get it truly i do
the feeling never goes away. everyone
hates me. nothing is for sure anymore
it seems like death’s tapping on the door.
the blood is dripping from my pen
the walls are covered with our sins
sometimes i feel i don’t belong
theres something bad always going on
why do i always feel like i’m in the wrong?
                                                                                                                                                              
what makes you hate me so bad
what did i do to you to make you want to turn
away and never look back? what made you leave
was i really that bad? all the arguments the anger
and the pain keeps coming right back.
                                                                                                                                                                   
i hate you for the agony, the ever present
reckoning, the seconds of insecurity, the lies
that fly from out your teeth. the words you fail
to some how speak, the way you make me feel
so weak. the irony is killing me. i need you but i need
to leave.  the end of me was always you. we are worlds apart
i thought i knew. into the night is what we hoped was true
but nothings left of me and you.
what makes you hate me so bad
what did i do to you to make you want to turn
away and never look back? what made you leave
was i really that bad? all the arguments the anger
and the pain keeps coming right back.


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Poppies of Remembrance

Time, to buy our poppies
To remember once again
remember those who died for us
And those who were just maimed
We must also remember
Those, who lost their loved ones
Mothers, sister’s, daughters
Fathers, brothers, son's
What a lot of us can't imagine
What torment that must be
But they all gave their lives for us
To make our country free
In one hundred years
Two wars some endured
lost fathers in the 1st, sons in the last
This fighting is absurd
And still we send our menfolk
To fight the wars abroad
 Please end this madness
I beg thee dear lord...

We think we're in recession
But do we  really know
The hardships that our grandparents
Suffered against the foe
Bombed out of house and home
Nowhere else to go
Then all neighbours rallied round
To help they were not slow
Rationing came about
For food, for clothes, for fuel
From just scrag ends of meat
Made appetizing gruel
Women took over men’s jobs
In factories, farms and such
Blackouts, sirens, shelters
Hardship there was much 
Army, air force and navy
Were not the only ones
But fire-fighters, nurses, doctors
Air raid wardens, everyone
They all played some part
In winning against the foe
Many lost their lives
A dreadful way to go
Some might say its better
To die instantly my friends
For many, many suffered
In agony till the end
We can’t possibly imagine
What it's like there at the front
Many months of fighting
With no end in sight
In trenches, 
Your comrades all about you lying
Water logged and stinking,
Lying, crying, dying.
So please stand in silence
Remember, remember them 
They fought for our freedom
Our women and our men


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Large Hands

At six foot four, and an eighth of a ton, A gentle giant of a man, he was; Father to three, and himself a fine son, Devoted husband to Jean, without pause. Phone man, painter, in ocean liners he cruised, Accompanied by family and friends; Sweet song in his heart, but never the blues, Wisdom and patience, in life his clear lens. He loved a recipe, and showing concern, With actions, like always asking about you; His life well balanced, his legacy earned, Sharing his Jesus—the Gospel's Good News! Taking time for grandkids, he humbly shared, Both time and his money, an open book; Bouncing upon knees, for great grands he cared, Teaching scriptures, over breakfast he’d cooked. Eighty-two years was his Lord’s master plan, Fifty-eight to a soulmate, solemnly wed; What mattered most, to this giver of men, Was baking and breaking, life’s finest bread. A Soldier whose honor, served us all well, Humbly he loved, these United States; His strong Christian faith, now clear as a bell, His given name, you ask? Twas—Walter Yates! (Rest in Peace Dear Friend. We miss you, sir!)