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Details | Rhyme | |

What Only Angles Hear

Daddy never did understand.
That violence doesnt bring comfort.
A lost soul seeking acceptance from a unwelcome hand.

She was silent no one ever knew.
The secrets behind her bruised eyes.
A shocking victem none but all had a clue.

She cried to empty walls never speaking aloud from fear.
A confession of pain and shattred trust.
this is only what angles hear.

Scars selfinflicted  are better than that 
dirty feeling.
As she lays a broken shell gazing  at the celling.

She questions if others know what will they say.
Doing whatever it takes to stay numb.
Innocence lost a parent should never betray.

The guilt was placed apon the wrong head.
Void of all emotion.
No child should yern to be dead.

At times it gets to uncomfortable so in 
another direction we  steer.
For at times it's just to painful to stomach.
What only angles  hear.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

In The Chill Of An Open Door

 
Cleaning out my refrigerator, an ice cube slides to the floor
startling the cat, and interrupting a locomotive of thought
that often tracks me down in a beam of  light---
Today it streams through a  window, where everything seems marred,
by doubt, and dust, crusts of ice and sticky jello spilled on a glassy shelf.

Oh, not the first time, this revelation of light, 
I've had it before while kneeling on the floor as I do now,
and many times that I've knelt on a floor, 
to clean up my messes,...
praying for help, praying for light, praying for forgiveness...
and now on the floor to sponge up melting ice, water and tears

Raising a young family...a life so demanding...
Caring and nursing...two sides of the coin...
My father and children....my husband caught between...
It wasn't the impossible...but was never enough...
The time took a toll....why did it seem cold....as cold as the ice?
Could I have held out?.... Could I have been stronger?...
A little while longer....

I shiver with memory,... or is it guilt, and regret? Regret, perhaps shame?
Is it only the chill of the open fridge door?
       Or is it more?... So much more?

Hmm, interesting metaphor, "a open door"..........
          did I leave it open long enough,... wide enough?
Did I do all I could?  All I should ? Was I patient enough? Was I all I could be?
Was I tough enough to watch someone linger,
                lingering on, I ponder it now...

Difficult years......but a fraction of life, is how it appears,....
Now looking back.... black fades to gray..
but it comes back in spades, to haunt me today

A little while longer.....

                          I could have been stronger....





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Details | Free verse | |

Things That Seemed Poetic

Things that seemed poetic were always sad,
though I yearned for sparkle
and my dad's guffaw, which never came.
Familiar things were always drear --
repeated motions in the same old game.
There were only distant glimpses
of budding spring, fleeting views
of daffodils. The strongest
poems dealt me death and dying.
Yet I always hoped, never went under
to gray despair, always dreaming
of a garden of love that we could share.
But those forbidden delights faded
quickly away; the only reality
I understand is the ever-looming
and final one. Nothing's changed.
The strongest poems deal death and dying.


Details | Ballad | |

This Song is for my Mother

This song is for my mother
Let her hear me cry
I couldn’t bring myself to write it
‘Til this darkened day arrived
A song about old promises 
Made so long ago
Created and cremated
Ashes of the words I spoke

Long separated by the miles
Distanced from her golden smiles
Memory of a mother
Shared my dreams and really cared

Long separated by the miles
Distanced from her golden smiles
Mama…
I know I wasn’t there……

For you

Would have placed 
A magic carpet 
‘neath your weak and shaky legs

Would have raised
A strong west wind
Let you breathe with ease again

Would have bribed 
God’s venal angels
Come and soothe your endless pain

Would have vanquished
All the demons
And bring peace to you again

Be the child
I never knew
In a land
We won’t grow old

Be the light
I always loved
Warmed my dark 
And lonely soul

Be the girl
Playing games
In a world 
The sun won’t set

Be the laughter
Calms my heart
I never will forget
I won’t forget, won’t forget

This song is for my mother
Let her hear me cry
Couldn’t bring myself to write it
‘Til this darkened day arrived
Song about old promises 
Made so long ago
Created….cremated
Ashes of the words I spoke

I broke my promises, oh mama
Now you’ve gone away 
I’m broken
Drowning in the pain each day

I’m  drowning…drowning...drowning…drowning

This song is for my mother
Let her hear me…….



Details | Free verse | |

Near Death Experience

Lying silently on my bed, eyes open wide.
Watching as darkness moves in like a heavy fog.
My breathing seems to echo against the cold walls
And my heart beats rapidly as I’m plagued with thought.
Prayer like questions, if I should die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take, will he take me?
Instantly thoughts go to grandma, surely she’s there,
Surely her open arms will be there to greet me.
Harbouring such thoughts bring to me a peaceful smile.
I start counting all the loved ones I will soon see.
I count them as others count sheep in darkest night
They have become like soft comfort blankets to me
They make my nights less scary, should it be my time.
Soon my weary body gives way to pure darkness 
I slip into a place of total nothingness 
Time stands still and now I am neither here nor there
I am nowhere, floating helplessly forever
Then far off I see a light shining so brightly 
Now I feel once more as my aching body hurts
I moan and roll toward the window lit with sun
Realization sinks in, I’ve made it……one more night.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
11.01.2014
Anthony Slausen’s Contest:
Near Death Experience
5th


Details | Elegy | |

This Mountain Here

I remember the day I got the call.
My world fell apart.
I had lost it all.

I remember the day you were taken from me.
I knew your beautifull smile I would never again see.

They said it was a mugger and you put up a fight.
I should not have  let you go out that night.

It seems like just yesterday we fed eachother our wedding cake.
When I remember that memory my hands start to shake.

I sit in my cabin on this mountain with the sky so blue.
I won't leave. This's where I spent my honeymoon with you.

My family wants me to go back into that world, so cold.
I'm not leaving this mountain.
It's where I'll grow old.

They say your gone and will never again be.
Well, I hear what your saying. Yes, I know your talking to me.

You sit in the chair and drink my tea. 
My heart swells up when you smile at me.

They say I've gone insane and see things that aren't there.
If I'm on this mountain here why should they care?

I love you more then I did when we first found this place.
I remeber everything about you, your ellagince and grace.

Why am I not in that world full of anger and fear?
I want to be with you on this mountain here.


Details | Elegy | |

Abrading Volley

Rainfall washing
Light splashes on windowpane…

Leaving nothing behind
No pattern or trace…

If only those tears
Anguishly wept for you…

Upon your deathbed
Had washed away…

Cleansing the pain
That even now abrades my spirit…


Details | Narrative | |

The Rose

Once bloomed a rose so young and fair
With dark brown eyes and long black hair

Beside her be a tall dark tree
Whose branches stretch to smother thee

Too close beside the shadowy bark
That soon begins to leave its mark

She cries for help, but none shall hear
Her thorns too sharp, who’d dare go near?

To save this rose, who’d risk their life?
With naught to gain but pain and strife

Alone, afraid, she lays to rest
Her heart beats low inside her chest

And with the hour growing near
She sheds her final grieving tear

And so the rose soon falls asunder
Her final day, eternal slumber

She lies beside the old dark tree
The only one who mourns for thee


Details | Diamante | |

ORPHANED

                          Orphaned
                   Abandoned, Afraid
               Losing, Longing, Lacking
            Always Alone, Forever Home
              Lasting, Loving, Lavishing
                     Chosen, Secure
                          Adopted

       Contest: Regina's "Diamanté Poem"
                     Date: 11-12-14
                   


Details | Free verse | |

FOR RACHAEL

Oh sky look down on this earth of gray,
Something dreadful on the horizon looms.
There is no black and no white today,
Laws exist but justice is doomed.

Morality is labeled religion,
And must be separated from state,
Whose own religion is political correctness
And determining God's fate.

Oh heaven rain down on us,
Ae are tasting your tears.
Yes we've become that bad,
Confirming your fears,

That what has been done ,
Is being done again,
Those lessons taught,
Coming to naught.

Judges and laws make it legal,
To be rid of your innocent babes,
Under a symbol of the eagle, 
God's loving justice betrayed.

Racheal you cry the tears,
That now only heaven supplies,
Because ours have dried,
In the dust of our alibies.

Excuses and lies are linked,
As you and I know well,
The truth is all but extinct.
Truth is foreign to hell.

Oh heaven, look down on this world of gray.   
Something dreadful is watching and looms.
Is there nothing left but to watch and pray,
While Rachael wails by the dumpster tombs?


Details | Ballad | |

Lost Love

If only you could see the tears
In the world you left behind
You fill my days, my nights, my dreams
You’re all that’s on my mind
Your laugh I’ll never hear again
Your smile I’ll never see
Memories now are all I have
Since loneliness found me
Time was never on your side
Your short life had to end
Now I'm left in pain without
My love and my best friend
The sadness, the emptiness
The pain I have to face
Will never leave my life
For you’re a loss I can’t replace
Even though the rain will fall
And the sun will still shine on
My life will just exist
Because my whole world now is gone
You are an Angel high above now
Watching over me
But someday I know once again
Together we will be
For when my time on earth is done
You’ll come and take my hand
And guide us to eternal love
Together in God's land..


By Raina Hutchins


Details | Couplet | |

To All Of You

There are times we are left to cope
With situations that drain our hope

Leaving us full of despair
At how some people just don't care

About the evil that they do
To good people like all of you

We are left to somehow face
That in mankind there is disgrace

And those of us left alive
Must find away to survive

As you pick up the pieces of your life
Without your mother, father, husband or wife

And some of you God forbid
Without the love of your kids

We must band together with a brotherhood
Show that in this world there is some good

Because we are together in this deal
We try to help each other heal

We seek in each other good advice
And offer each other sacrifice

We hold each other in prayer and song
As we continue to re-build the wrong

Because what else in the world can we do
Except let the light of good shine through

The evil darkness and despair
Of a catastrophic lack of care

We want you to know you are not alone
Think of America as a giant cone

And all of us are funneling through
Our prayers and hopes to all of you


Posted for Nathan's 9-11 contest


Details | Free verse | |

The Day That Died Forever

When I am Colder,Older and then alone...
I will collect the sky on my own...
When the art has faded and the days then fade-
when everyone has gone away...

I may finally see what never was saw
.....ahhhhhhhhhhhhh............... the quiet sky

The unlit room which bares my end...shows the flashes of my pains my joys and sins.
This life has been a strange one since the curtains were drawn
These paper and plastic figures have clouded the dawn

I was once younger,foolish,and obsessed with truth
Now I am bitter,sour,dour faced with my heart under shoe

The children were all searching or lost in a crowd
All weeds in a garden...growing vile and foul

Though beauty was sold it never came true
Obsessions and vanity have traveled safe through

Materials and poison and everything lost
have been burned in the fires or lost in the frost

I stand face to mirror tearing my being apart
Winding thoughts of love,pain,god,and art

As the sun sets and the darkness grows
I too shall follow this pattern in tow

Death has a friendly hand and a pretty face
She has given me comfort as I leave this place

The wars have occurred,humanity's lost
Souls have been burnt in the fire or lost in the frost

Day was Life,Night is Death

And the latter has given counsel on my final steps


Details | Rhyme | |

Why the Rose Bled

Parents so proud Four sons they raised From the Highlands of Scotland In the pre-war days On their crofts they worked Morning till night Unknown to them then Of a future fight The Germans have invaded A country so free Poland was taken The world shaken visually Britain declares war As our men enlist To rid the enemy As the fighting shifts Europe's engulfed In a feverish war Many are dying To comprehend what for The four brothers Sign up to fight As a mother will pray Every night Campaigns they fight In these theatres of war Witnessing horrors Never seen before In their garden at home On the family crofts A bed of roses With petals so soft Then one day With a passing glance A pink rose dripping red In deathly stance Their mother turns To the gate she looks Telegram in hand From the postman she took With trembling hands She opens with care Upon reading the message In tear laden stare Their eldest son In Africa was lost As many many others Deaths global cost Every day As she passes the rose It's pink petals bloom Her tomorrow's fear grows .


Details | Rhyme | |

This Brick Wall

One by one through the years 
A wall was built with pain and fears
Brick by brick it was laid
On solid ground where it stayed
I tried to listen as you spoke to me 
Words of wisdom and prophecy
Yet, I could not hear through the wall 
Built with strength as not to fall
Then one day from the sky 
I thought I heard an angel cry
Weeping softly teardrops fell 
Gathered from life's wishing well
Two more angels joined her side 
And hand in hand all three cried
Thunder bellowed, rain did fall 
Tearing down my sturdy wall
Yet, through the fog I found my way 
So brick by brick I build today


Details | Rhyme | |

The thoughts of a bi-polar

Who am I and what am I to say?,
All I've got to do is play,
Along in a game I don't understand,
Make people come to my land,
A deal that you don't think about,
Something thats going to start out,
A trend that will last for years,
Making people come to tears,
Arguing points that don't get across,
Having to deal with a great loss,
This is my life and these are my words,
Circling around like I'm in herds,
Playing games with my head,
Maybe I would be better off dead.


Details | I do not know? | |

Mistake

I’m six feet below the ground; where I sleep
My body stopped moving and I can’t breathe
A little air, I think, is all I need
But I’m trapped underground and I can’t see
It’s so dark and what was that, did someone knock?
No, just someone walking over this place that I rot
I wish I could scream, I wish somebody would talk to me
Was it a mistake to take my life of disbelief?
I just wanted someone to take away the monotony
All the darkness in my life I thought everything was a lie
I tried to show someone how I felt inside
And then I ended it...well at least I tried
But even in death, I just wish I would die…


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

SATANIC VERSES

You feel your body falling in blackness.
You snatch your shoulder to the right.
The nausea stops.
The bottomless pit is hell.
Do not enter the midnight.

Up in the window, stands a coyote.
His teeth are bared in detestation.
He howls his satanic verses.
Abomination is his curse.
Do not confront this animal.

Life fades.
Humankind is mentally dead.
They have goaded the animals with the splicing of human brain.
A dog walks with the persona of man.
Do not speak to him.

In the hollow of a tree with leaves as a covering, lies a wolf.
Her teeth are gleaming as she slyly looks.
She stands and yowls her satanic verses.
Atrocity is her hatred.
Do not attack.

Run as fast as you can.
Satan is on a journey to win.
Shout for the Holy Spirit to enter.
Abhor venerating the regards of our creator.
Do this to be save.

Satanic verses you hear in the howls and yowls of the pacts.
They speak in tongue about your nicks and knacks.
Purloins humankind has become by affronting the world the omnipotent formed.
The great divided is no more.
Satanic verses are the faunas’ voices.
Beware the midnight!
_______________________________
Penned on May 27, 2014!|


Details | I do not know? | |

R.I.P

 Nobodys home so dont knock apon the
door.
No need to empty the trash  or sweep 
the floor.

To many bottles of booze mixed with
pills.
Notes left apon the wall.
Stained souls as the blood 
spills.

Pictures far from center.
Trophies from the road.
Bones collect were memories 
splinter.


A long term vacation guess there's no 
need to sign a lease.
May dust greet my bones.
Until I rest in peace.

The mask is but a facade.
Cracks in that perfect image.
All true art is flawed.

They know the person who is 
not me.
Time traps the mind.
As love brings only agony.

Failure cast's doubt as old truthes
give way to new lies.
As the sunset bids farewell.
With it the story dies.

A fraction of myself I have yet 
to release.
The pain is now transferred to 
another.
Reflection to late so may it rest in 
peace.   


Details | Marsiya | |

I'm my Daddy Made Over

Dedicated to my Dad Jerry W. Niday 3/20/1952 - 6/18/2013


I am who I am because of him
He’s the reason for my son’s name
He gave me my courage & my strength
To stand tall even when standing wasn’t easy
Stand for the ones who can’t
To think and fend for myself
I’m my Daddy made over

Taught me to fight back 
To never back down
How to pick myself back up
When I’ve been knocked down
Fight for what I believe
I’m my Daddy made over

He gave me my stubbornness 
Gave me my pride
Gave me my temper
Taught me not to take crap
To speak my mind no matter who
Work for what I want
I’m my Daddy made over

How to keep my emotions in check
How to handle large amounts of pain
When in trouble he always had my back
He knew how my mind worked better than anyone
I got it from him
I’m my Daddy made over

Even though he’s gone
I’ll stand and continue on 
I may stumble I may fall 
May even get hurt along the way
But I’ll pick myself back up
I’ll dust myself off and stand tall
I’m honored and proud to say
I’m my Daddy made over


Sabrina Niday Hansel



Details | Elegy | |

I Need Your Help Daddy

I’m tired
I’m Physically and Emotionally tired
I don’t want to be the strong one anymore
I can’t this time
I don’t know what to do Daddy
I need your help down here

I can’t get back in control of my emotions 
I’m having a hard time dealing with your absence
I’m having a hard time standing by myself
I need your help Daddy

I’m broken and lost without you Daddy
I need your will to want to carry on
I need your strength to over come this
I need your strength to stay standing
Your courage to fight back again
I need your help 

Please Daddy I’m at a loss
How am I suppose to do this
I need your guidance 
I need you to guide me back
To whom I was before
I need your help Daddy
I need your help







Details | Lyric | |

Pins and Needles

Another song written in middle school - edited of course. ;)
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[Verse 1] I'm trapped within these walls Never to leave at all I am the prisoner inside my own home My spirit is broken I do not believe I'm locked in this chamber which I cannot leave [Chorus] The needles that break the skin The anger that runs within I’m giving it all away Just to stay alive The needles that pierce my veins It will never be the same We’re on pins and needles now It’s how we survive [Verse 2] They say he’ll find me soon Got to get out of this room The blood will spill and he’ll take what he wants to I’ll never let him through GET OUT OF MY DREAM He whispers in darkness, “I’m not who I seem…” [Chorus] [Verse 3] The four walls around me They start to close in I know I’m too late now I know I can’t win So just tell me I’m crazy It’s all in my head You’re not the killer And I am not dead [Chorus] [Breakthrough] Don’t tell me it’s impossible To start it all over again Infection sinks through your pale skin You’ll curse the day that I’m dead [Chorus]


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Beautiful people

People make me smile the way 
their eyes shine when they talk 
about something they love 
when they feed me food. Or tell 
me how much they love me 
when I look into someone's 
eyes and see it I see that look 
in their eyes I see love in them 
When I see someone laugh and 
have fun in what they do 
The way they cry for there lost 
ones
When they give me a smile and 
tell me how beautiful I am 
People are beautiful well some 
are and I wish someday I can 
find someone who will look at 
me and say "you have that look 
in your eye"    what look?
"Happiness" 
I want to find someone so 
beautiful in the inside I can't 
stay away they amaze me with 
what they say an do how they 
will dance in the rain and know 
every detail about me
Will bring me Starbucks on a 
rainy day and just talk about 
the stars 
I want someone beautiful


Details | Narrative | |

Raven's Plight

Raven was Death. She dwelt in death. She lived on death. Ages past, she had worn 
the blue-black, purple, feathers of the raven and dined on royalty at Tower hill. A 
tumble from grace had lodged her here in this fragile form. No more would her maw 
drip ruby red, no more would her caw fill the mourning, or her soaring flight slice 
the air like a Frenchman’s sword. A Raven, with clipped wings, was she.

Centuries had passed since she, in her feathered form, had feasted on the King.
**Bran the Blessed, giant, King of Wales, had been her down fall. Cursed was she,
as she dined on his eyes, in the field of battle. Ah, what did a raven know 
of the curses of man.  But, she knew now. Bran's head was placed,
as a talisman, on the grounds of Tower Keep in Londontown. She, 
transformed, cursed, walks the night in this beautiful, weak, human vessel for
as long as, Bran's name is remembered.

Her satin-sandaled feet hold her earthbound. Just as superstition 
holds her clip-winged brethren in the Tower courtyard, Bran's Curse holds her here. 
No longer can she fly, but, she is free to roam. The churchyard calls her. Ashen skies no longer welcome her, but the gravestones, spade-shaped like the tails of carrion feeder, beckon. The evening corpse has arrived. Draped in mourning weeds of black, her death-like pall, luminescent in the moonlight, her lips a tell-tale crimson, she arms her self with a firebrand. The bluish steel glistens. Death with a gun, certainly, one could see the 
over kill? She laughs. Looking skyward, she calls. “Husband*, children…” 
she mimicks the caw of her unfettered kin. “Come to Ma Ma..dinner is served.”  

*Raven's mate for life...or death? ;)
**Bran is the Welsh word for Raven/ King Bran the Blessed

***A NIGHTMARE


Details | Rhyme | |

Buried

Buried
A.W. Nutter

Eyes wide open no light can I see
Darkness completely enveloping me
Movements constrained unable to rise
Is this a dream have I met my demise

My hands perform limited exploring
Tears flow freely as I begin screaming
My hope of escape begin to plummet
Realizing I’m locked inside a casket

Suddenly I hear a very familiar voice
Be quiet darling this was my only choice
 Leaving me alone when I loved you so much
I’d never let another woman feel your touch

Keeping you near under six feet of dirt
Is the only way I could ever find comfort
My life is over, the way I meet my death
Hearing her laughter as I take my last breath


Details | Haiku | |

Homeward

Her journey begins.
Moving through soft veils and mists,
Pilgrimage homeward.


Details | Double Dactyl | |

Beyond Your End

 BEYOND YOUR END
Look deep into yourself my friend,
if then, you need to look to me, 
and deep enough to see the end,
beyond your end is where I'll be.

Into the love someday you'll see,
becoming all the things you'll know,
before your very eyes, I'll be
already where you want to go.

I'll be your long and blinding light,
of which all life is awed,
the thread that reaches through the night
in search of what is God.

And in a while, if love is right,
and hope is not just more pretend,
though you have sought what e'er you might,
'tis me you'll find, beyond your end.

And I will love your death away,
removing from your mind
what'er your death might seem to be,
with love impossible to find.
Û  © RON WILSON aka vee bdosa


Details | Acrostic | |

Ghaza

 Grovel for blood, grovel for blood you bastards
 Hunger for bodies of innocent children and flee
 Amidst webs of mayhem you throw the world asunder
“Zionists we are, all so powerful, all so free!”
  And again the injustice of war compels me

                   To speak in anger and utterly be
                   I am sorry fellow poets if harshness comes with words
                   But the news gives me not any joy, not any glee
                   For the people of Palestine are now in torture
                   And all I can do is watch Ghaza fall to become debris 


Details | Bio | |

Last breath

Please forgive me
for i know not what i do


Details | Free verse | |

Raven's Flight

She walks silently through the mist.
The headstones reach out to grab her.
She searches for her grave.
No, it doesn't say Raven, not yet anyway, 
But it does hold her heart and her soul.
Her child, small and helpless without a mother.
Her husband, alone, unable to be comforted in her arms.
She runs now, afraid she will never find it.
Finally she sees the marble monument,
She sits down on the grave.
Her fingers tracing the words,
Names etched in the hard stone for all eternity.
She struggles again with her decision.
Will others think her a coward or a hero?
Does it matter at all what they think?
At last, she makes her decision, 
Tears stream down her face as she raises the pistol,
And sends it flying into the mist.

By Christi Kopp
For the Contest "Among the Dead"


Details | Narrative | |

The Bell My Mother Rang

The 18th of December was her last day;
she neither knew the date nor cared to.
Gathered at the hospital, keeping vigil,
we couldn't overcome her fright, or ours.
The pain, too great to be driven away,
was only "managed" with IV drips,
needles stuck in bruised appendages --
bony things -- arms and legs, hands and feet.
Above the medicines and washes, we sniffed
her scent, which, more than her yet familiar
face, to us identified our mother --
a smell we never would mistake
for any other. It went quickly
as her body cooled. The rouged and pickled
carcass they displayed was more a statue
than a person. We planned to bury her
with homely tokens, like an ancient mummy:
a family photo, a brooch she liked,
a pink hairbrush, and the brass bell she rang
to call her keeper during her last years.
But, when the time came, I could not bear
to see her leave so finally;
I took the bell from her metal box.
And, now, I ring it -- not to bring a keeper,
but to recall my mother on her birthday,
and on many dark days when I need her.


Details | Couplet | |

Missing You

I look across the bed… you’re not there… you’re dead.
I look across the bed and see…you’re no longer next to me.

I reach over and try to feel your skin,
and remember all the joy there had been…

but my hands come back empty…trying desperately to hold on,
barely clinging to life now that your gone.

And I let out a cry I’m quite sure heaven hears,
Or will it linger in limbo for all of my years.

How lonely this bed, where imprisoned I lay.
How long can I take this day after day?

They say that in spirit your right next to me.
But that is no comfort for it’s blackness I see.

They say that it’s time to move on with my life,
But they have no clue of my pain and my strife.

You were my best friend, my angel, my love,
You were hand picked for me from above.

You were the one who’s soul I adored
Whatever I did you were there to applaud.

You alone knew me inside and out,
And the love that we shared left no one to doubt.

For you were my angel sent from above,
To care for, to lean on, to cherish and love…..

So I’ll go back to bed where imprisoned I lay,
And hope for a joy that visits someday.


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Prolonged Exposure

I’ve covered the mirrors in our house
With colored sheets, while choking on grief
Black, blue, and green, to my bewildered spouse
Who has wondered what has become of me
And why suddenly I’ve begun mourning

He thinks that I’m a reflection of him
So he doesn’t notice the wounds within
The marring of my spirit’s complexion
Permanent, from his reoccurring sins
That have shaped me into his perfection

My face is clear so you would never guess
That person staring back isn’t me
Mirrors can’t show underlying distress
Only the lie he wants others to see
Not the despair slowly growing, steeping

Don’t look bewildered at my draping sheets
If you look, the nude is there, underneath
Reflecting the lie that it has become
Prolonged exposure to fisting complete
Now mourning the death of someone it loved


5/8-5/9/12
For "Your Birthday Suit" Contest


Details | Villanelle | |

Night Stalker

Within the forest’s dream of night’s true fright
shadows twist obsidian trees torment,
the cypress writhe in blood moon’s bright delight.

The hunter hides his nascent lust for might 
and so the doe flees by man’s bow unbent,  
within the forest’s dream of night’s true fright.
	
The cypress writhes in blood moon’s bright delight,
bedevil not the finer soul, repent,
the destined deed, must feed, man’s plight.

With deadly skill, fletched shaft sheers frosty night.
The horned hart does fall in wonderment, 		
within the forest’s dream of night’s true fright.

And torment flows in drops of crimson sight,
distorting right and light with man’s intent.
The cypress writhes in blood moon’s bright delight

Into the holy water blood rings light
for life is all and death is but dissent, 
within the forest’s dream of night’s true fright,
the cypress writhes in blood moon’s bright delight.




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The Angel Of Death

As I walk this earth 
Bare and broken
Blood soaked and driven
My soul in supernova
My mind, frenzied.

My body bruised
My sword well used
Nostalgic, 
Breathing in fresh paint 
From beaten bodies and torn souls 

Sudden movement
A quivering soul
A careless action
My attention
To hold. 

A smile drapes
Bearing into my soul
The world disappears
My deathly hunger
Implores.

Slow and pleasuring 
Each clink of steel 
Warms my heart 
Sweetly,
Mending my soul

First blood, 
A lonely bead 
Inviting my wrath
It trickles 
No warning sold.

Teasingly, it lays in waiting 
Pulling me closer
Lonesome 
Begging almost 
To bring more 
  
An abyss, 
It draws my victims in 
Craving, wanting, yearning 
To feel bloodied flesh 
Broken 
Against my skin
Irrevocable
A fear, I sense 
Another victim to claim

Pleasure streams 
Anticipating
Envisioning,
Blood oh glorious blood
My eyes feeling, each soul I’ve claimed

A vulture stalking its prey 
Bloodthirsty
Yet again
Imperative, a mission
Deep wanting, to quench

Valiance, a virtue, I dare not detest  
Submissive, he glares eye to eye
His being laid not to rest

Unsteady, yet giving.
My hands he guides to my sword
Thrilling me more 
A kiss so chaste
My heart explodes

Like a child 
I revel, 
Rapture so pure 
Beautifully he whispers 
“Be a sinner no more 

Take my soul
Gruesomely, I beg 
Treasure the blood
That my body 
So willingly sheds 

Your craving 
To sate 
I was born to the earth
Release your demon 
Release it form its depths 

Stay hidden no more
Bare, naked, run free
Believe it not a disease
But a gift 
As I see.

Unsheathe your sword
Glorious, shall it gleam
Purified, ready 
Through my heart 
Shall it go.” 

Ecstatic,
Pleasure shudders through me.
A kiss I lay 
Goodbye, my dearest 
Your debt has been paid.

By
Amanda Miller 
{This is to a new friend , a faceless being 
that brings out the person hiding in me }


Details | Lyric | |

Velvet Wings

Ignorant to passing time
Reality strikes its deafening chime
Unspoken words pass between
I and you, my darling queen

Lay your weary head to rest
With your arms across your chest
Now it's time to close your eyes
Whisper your final goodbyes

Let me go, we'll both be free
Cross the wasteland, past the sea
Find the path to heaven's light
Break away from endless night

Embracing tears of bitter pain
Falling lightly with the rain
Out of reach, I hear your song
Alone again, I sing along

Let me go, we'll both be free
Cross the wasteland, past the sea
Find the path to heaven's light
Break away from endless night

From the night. . .
I watched your velvet wings take flight
I never saw you so alive
So alive
I watched your velvet wings take flight
I'll never ever say goodbye
Never say goodbye

Life has ended, you have won
Death befriended, pain is gone
Fly away into the light
Crystal clear and shining bright
Close your eyes for final rest
Meeting among the blessed

Let me go, we'll both be free
Cross the wasteland, past the sea
Find the path to heaven's light
Break away from endless night

From the night. . .
I watched your velvet wings take flight
I never saw you so alive
So alive
I watched your velvet wings take flight
I'll never ever say goodbye
Never say goodbye

I let you go so you'll be free
Cross the path of darkened sea
I watched your velvet wings take flight
I can never say goodbye
Never say goodbye


Collaboration with Rebecca Larkin <3
A song, and lyrics


Details | Free verse | |

Emotional Turbulence

The voices grow louder, Intensifying with emotion, anger lining every aggressive word. My insides squeeze tighter as the vitriol poisons my mind, How does such hostility exist? As the sound of hatred deepens, The feelings strengthen their grip, like a vice, So tight, I can no longer breathe All the negative emotions I have ever felt, fill me, Threatening to overflow. So long have they been banished… Enough. No more! My mouth opens, An earsplitting scream of pain and suffering shatters the silence, Sobs of sorrow and grief wrack my body, Murderous shrieks of anger and hate, Wretched cries of self-pity and self-loathing, Poison the air. Now, free of these emotions. But the monster still exists Within the dark depths of my mind.


Details | Ballad | |

The Power Of Pride

As I surmise all that is me strewn and cluttered, 
My conscious lies casually shorn and shuttered, 
For here lie the spoils of stubborn iniquity, 
I shuffle and toil, floundering in frailty. 

Oh what great havoc, what conscious so lewd, 
Creates such traffic which now spoils the fruit, 
Of truly righteous deeds committed by a scurrilous man, 
Of whom I could no better know, no better understand, 

For this terribly lost and forever forlorn soul, 
Is none other than me shivering and sniveling so, 
And as helpless as I suddenly appear to be, 
I now understand the strength pride provides so easily, 

For there is purpose in pride, yet none in shame, 
As ambition carries us blind to who’s at blame, 
And just where is the woe when the devil may care, 
For we are soon found alone, our conscious left bare, 

And as I embark into this desolate place, 
My horrors so dark, my fears crimson in taste, 
Forward I race into the perilous pit, 
With none other to blame for this simple life I quit.


Details | Narrative | |

Pain in my Heart by Pamela Espinal 8th grade

Pain in my heart,
from the day you left.
Thinking that you would be next to me soon
but I guess it was too good to be true.
Why is it when I say it's going to be a good day,
I truly know it's not,
especially without you?

Pain in my heart,
feeling weak when I think of you.
Just wanting to break down and cry
but not wanting to make a show.
It's true what everyone says,
how a smile can hide pain
but this pain is too strong
for me to hide.

Pain in my heart,
waiting to hold you in my arms
but  never got the chance.
Hoping there was no harm
but there was,
for me.

I know you're in a better place,
that's all that counts
but I still wish I could see your face.

Pain in my heart,
but you're happy in heaven
while I'm not well.
Trying to snap out of this misery.
depression isn't me.
Life may have ended for you
but love will not!


Details | Imagism | |

Guilty Reflection

Looking dead at me in this smeared mirror...
a lost man
tormented
face red
brittle
and teared

stacking excuses 
the longer I stare
this stress abuses 
my conscience with a glare

a guilty reflection warns
my mind is the prison I fear
as I long to escape 
from the  hell I dwell in
right here

who have I become? 
what have I done right?
crossroads appear suddenly 
as fog fills the mirror tonight

darkness owning the room,
prefers I suffer slow
so I proceed with speed 
because it’s the only way I know

tasteless stories
flood my life’s hard bound chapters 
while this smeared mirror reflects tears
dripping from a face 
which was once filled with laughter. 


Details | Classicism | |

The Vultures

The vultures are waiting for the night.... Waiting for the sun to die...
They will find me in my darkest hour and pick my bones dry...
I rock in my painted corner, humming a little song...
I dwell on my disease, the one I've dwelled on for too long...
My castle has grown smaller as I lie awake in wait...
My dreams have become fewer, as ever closer comes my fate...
Now's the time for prayer, as the tears fall from my eyes...
They look at me and squawk, as they plummet from the skies... 






Details | Ballade | |

Everything goes round in circles

Everything goes round in circles.

Everything, it goes in circles
So why the worry all the time?
It seems to me all our impatience
It really is  a blessed crime
Always frightened death will touch us
Thinking there is but one life
Fear is such a foolish action
Gets us all in so much strife.

In nature there is not a straight line
Straight lines just exist in mind
The seasons sun and moon above us
Look at them and you will find
That all of them go round in circles
Everything goes round and round
I have looked, it seems forever
And this is all I’ve ever found.

And so my friends just drop your worries
Don’t be foolish, live your life
Without the fear, and the impatience
These they cause you too much strife
Life goes on, it does forever
Take a look so deep within
To worry, worry till forever
This is such a blessed sin.

17 May 2014 @ 0745hrs.












Details | Rhyme | |

67 Suicides

My eyes are open yet I see nothing
because there is nothing to see,

I go to my job and stare at the clock
there's nothing that I want to be,

I long to be conscious when I am
asleep
perhaps in my dreams I am free,

I seem alive but I'm really half-dead
and my path is strewn with debris.


Details | Free verse | |

First Thing You Should Know 2

First thing you should know, is this isn’t a poem, it’s not a story, it’s not a song.  These 
are just the mad ramblings of a genius with a headache. 
Watching the smoke curl between his fingertips, he wonders.  Is it his body that’s on 
fire or his soul?  Physically he feels fine yet he sees the flames, inside the pain is 
excruciating yet, not a scratch to be seen.  Isn’t that a thought though, not a scratch to 
be seen on his soul.  Why is it that the scratches and cuts that do the most damage are 
the ones you can never see?  How can that much pain not leave a visible mark?  How 
much pain can the soul take before it turns into the story of humpty dumpty, never to 
be put back together again?  Isn’t it funny how you can forget your dying, when you 
have died inside?
First thing you should know, is this isn’t a poem, it’s not a story, it’s not a song.  These 
are just the mad ramblings of a genius with a headache.


Details | Free verse | |

The Beauty In Futility

Futility
my heart breathes its last breath
Embraces its own death
Ready to be reborn 
and made anew

Can’t live a lie
Refuse to “do”
and I’ll DIE....
Focus now on why I’ll live 
And never touch the sky. 

I have to forget you
I have to reject you 
But I will never love anyone 
like I loved you.....

I heard you whisper 
and you never knew it
I wiped the tears from your eyes 
But you couldn’t feel it

You’re lost and you’ll never find you
And neither will I 
And I’m so sorry--
but I’m NOT. 

I'll attempt to reset
Try to forget
But you know, I never will. 

Be my dirty little secret 
My very worst-kept secret 
Sweet, smooth, beautiful poison 
My infernal and endless attraction 
towards complete and utter self-destruction 

I fell in love with the devil
And it will take one heck of an angel
To save me from the likes of you....

My addiction 
my confusion
my nightmare
my dream never to come true

Oh, I’ll never forget the times
we never shared
I’ll never forget 
how you were never there

Always me, the stars, and tears
And I ask you,
what kind of life is THAT?

I have to face the facts 
I don’t know what happens now
but it happens without you. 

The stains will always be there
the scars will never fade
But the memory of you----
it HAS to. 

I could carry the torch forever
But it would only consume me
I can’t cry another tear for you
Or I’ll dry up completely

It doesn’t affect you
and you never deserved me

You’ll go on with your life, too
All, all alone
Because you’ll only ever be in love
with you. 


Details | Rhyme | |

Plockton - Wester Ross

The greatest holiday gift I ever received  
Goes back so many, many years
Before my life became turmoiled
And before my tears for fears

I was a child like many out there
Torn, strewn and split of kin
Mother and father in differences
Confused at seven, wearing their same skin

For I was one of the lucky ones
To a Highland Estate I would go
It's on the west coast of Scotland
Where my holidays desired me so

Secretly I internally smiled
For a whisper of where I was heading
To live with a movie star hero
No longer my life was in dreading

We were picked up by a man so fine
His manners were an absolute joy
Regimental he was in his approach
To me, just a seven year old boy

We travelled through the village of Plockton
Crystal clear waters edged to it's shore
I knew from this very moment
Being here ebbed previous family sores

On entering his house I was in awe
Movie pictures came to my view
They were images of James Bond
At seven I was totally through

A voice called to me
Hey James! sit down and I'll tell you me
Still in circles in walking awe
This is what he told thee

My name is Patrick Dalzel Job
In the Second World War I served
But this recognition I bestow
Humbles me to it's deserve

This honour that's been given
Was blessed by a colleague in war
What desired Ian Fleming to be so striven
Possibly, what we were fighting for

We served on the same destroyer
Fighting to make the future free
His tribute, in his novels I became
James Bond, it's incredibly me





Not many seven year olds have stayed with James Bond.
This seven year old Scot's boy has, maybe I learnt?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Patrick_Dalzel-Job


Details | Rhyme | |

Panic Room


Here in this room again 
mind’s racing 
the fan on low…

and I’m not to be trusted 
can’t be left alone here
with shot gun temples 
and a soul full of fear

no worse place than now
I can’t yell it more clearly 
I beg for your attention  
but I can’t stand you near me

contradiction swimming
in the blood of my veins
I’d cut off my hands
to send toxins to drain

I’m gutless
yet I’m too gutsy for action
say that in public
imagine the reaction

I sit in whirl pools
but I’ve always hated heat
and claim to take a stand 
but I’m lazy at my seat

and I’m always on time
as I miss the bus again
I lie in your face 
with a devilish grin

I’m harmless 
and swear I didn’t mean it
I talk about my conscience 
still I’ve never seen it 

in a world of swirling confusions
I’m stuck on the spin cycle
madness,
creating contusions
 
my game’s not over
I need a fresh start
I’m begging for new blood 
cus’ I’ve got a good heart


Details | Ballad | |

Silently I Cry For You

I wander through this land 
Of broken promises and dreams
Clouded by the death of you
Wondering what life means

My colourless existence 
In a world of black and grey
Reflects the person I’ve become
And who I am today

Without you in my life 
I seem to have no life at all
No one here to guide me
Or to catch me when I fall

I almost hear you breathing
I almost feel you near
I almost feel your touch
Sometimes it’s almost like you’re here

This jigsaw puzzle of my life
Has pieces I can't find
For half of me went with you
Leaving half of me behind

I feel so cold and lonely
So battered and so bruised
I feel so insecure right now
Tortured and confused

My life is like an open book
Written but unread
Thoughts I never told you
Words I never said

The voice of hidden truth, I know
Will never now be spoken
Though time may heal my scars
I know my hearts forever broken

Silently I cry for you
Silently I pray
For silence is the loudest spoken word
I never say

I can’t escape the darkness 
I’ve come to know so well
While you are free in heaven
I still reside in hell

And here I will remain 
Until the day my life is through
Until the day God takes my hand
And leads me back to you..



By Raina Hutchins


Details | Lyric | |

Scream, Gone

Stomp, stomp, stomp, Scream, scream, scream, Before the stomp, stomp, stomps, He, she, they screamed screamed, And screamed, at I, Scream at I which the thoughts, Of comeback come near, near, and nearer, Stomp, stomp, stomp, I hear the stomps, they come closer, And closer and closer, Stomp, stomp, stomp My heart beating faster, faster, faster! The room, spinning, spinning, spinning! Times going, gone, gone! Stomps coming closer, faster! The screams getting louder, louder! Stomp, scream, stomp! Nothings more worse than when you see the, He, she, they behind the stomping of the stomps, The screaming, of the screams, The fire, hell, saddened in the eyes, Is what hurts most, rather than the, Stomp, stomp, stomp, Or the, Scream, scream, scream.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Frozen Ground

I bent down to pick up a penny from the frozen ground.
I could smell myself, the acrid stench of sweat and soot,
the taint of vapored vagrancy
that marked my movements, masking me from the reality that used to be.
I hate me and what I am, more than you could ever think to,
but more so becuase you do, with your  limp laughter and scared stares. 

I never knew my life never needed me to know it could all go away in a single day.

 I see it all through dirty windows draped in singed eyelashes and gutter grime,
 the pathetic gazes from afar as another afternoon of sale shopping and shoe sizing is ruined 
by my appalling appearance.

"How dare you be here!  What's wrong with you?"
"Go get a job you junkie,  you slob,  just jump a bus so you can't disgust us with your sewer 
shoes and hard luck blues. You deserve the dirt and a kick in the teeth from the steel-tipped 
toe of a jackboot too. No one wants to see a scummy sack of crap like you, bending down to 
pick our scraps off the frozen ground."

The helping hand of man slaps the taste of humanity from my mouth with each volatile volley 
of acid arrow analogies angrily slung and fired furiously  from the bows of bastard 
businessmen and bleach blonde bimbos.
My weary wounds fill with the sea-salt of sarcastic statements and unflattering finger 
gestures from frat boys as I bend down to pick up a penny I found on the frozen ground. 
"Head's up means luck," Abe smiled at me, and suddenly my thoughts began to run 
differently.

I took a long look at the lingering light of one of the sweetest sunsets I had ever seen, and 
the simplicity and majesty washed over me.
There was no use in listening to abuse and accusations and obtuse observations any more. 
I was being shown a door.
Wrapped in the warmth of the amber and amethyst glow, I finally smile for a little while and 
close my dirty windows against the icy winds of waning words.
Tomorrow, someone will bend down to pick me up from the frozen ground.


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Forgotten You

Forgotten you
As your mind collects the memories of yesterday
Forgotten You
Epiphanies tie into knotty strings of realization
That very moment. . . 
You merely exist

Back then. . .those smiles
Those. . .distant laughs
Some you remember by name
Gone now maybe
Like the exhalation of the wind
Others dispersed in the world of arbitrary happening
Like leaves from falling, man-made trees
There is no doubt that they have
Forgotten you

Activate the bomb
Ignite the fuse
And you’re on next year’s history book
Never forgotten
But drained of all remaining good

That smile you gave
That happiness
The warm embrace so long ago
Salt-coated with piles of rubbish
Over last remaining mental spurts of comfort
Evil, evil, evil, evil, EVIL. . .
Always absorbed and remembered
. . .though never forgiven. . .

All good and gracious sentiments
Packed up in a box set nonchalantly in Downstair’s storage
. . .that chair with the broken leg in the corner of the room
That mangled cobweb holding a dangling, lifeless spider
A drowned sailor’s hat drifting through the current of the ocean
The single tear from a soldier’s vigilant, memory-stricken eye
The frustrating thoughts of a mute
The unchanged. . .HATED deformations

Forgotten you. . .
One soul brings to light weary, unthought-of happenings
Wedged deep into what she can only imagine
With not even a hint of understanding
. . .of the pain. . . .of the bewildering distortions
Of the ugly. . .
One soul merely vomits sickly verse after verse

As humanity embraces its downfall
The poet hangs onto her unjustifiable, forgotten. . .
Words


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The Body and the Blood

Birthed in pain and blood, women
have bled since the dawn of time.
Before Eve,
before the Israelites, 
before and since the Vatican’s conclave 
where the contents of the New Testament were gleaned,
and where it was decided by male interpretation 
of male writings that ...
we, women were the source -
the source of sin, an anathema,
not the source of all knowledge, of life.

We are the source.
Blood is the source of life, 
within the sea of We
well before the Holy See.
Left behind as man progresses.
Left, as he searches for more fecund delta’s
first in Eden, and ever after…
Left behind to starve by those our bodies’ placentas
and breasts have fed till barren,
corseted by the precepts of phallic culture.
One jealous, womb-less, foodless, birth- less,
male oriented culture after another;
from Adam to Moses to Mohammad to Confucius,
to Luther, and Pope Benedict XVI.

Left behind as “society” peaks, 
remnants, objectified,
property born, chattel formed.
Left behind, the arch scroungers, at the empty tit of man.
behind the door, the desk, in the kitchen,
the bedroom 
or the veil.

Women starve so their children can eat,
holding each ember of life, full or lifeless.

Sigils of the dawn, we were 
born in blood,
bathed in injustice 
shunted to the hardest paths
Hungry, we feed you.
Cold we clothe you.
We are the eternal water 
in the well of your existence.
You bleed us to death, Mankind ...





Details | Rhyme | |

Where Has Dad Gone, Mama Dear

Where has dad gone, momma dear?
Hush, my little lamb.
Your dad's gone to the thicket dear 
And mad old Abraham

That man went early this grim morn, and took his sharpened knife
And with him took his own first born, to offer up his life
With servants and with firewood, both, they journeyed to Moriah
And on the hillside there they built an altar and a fire

And Isaac, when he heard the plan, went willingly, it's odd
That he should let that daft old man, so worship his cruel god.
Your father, he was passing by, and heard but could not see
And foolishly could not deny his curiosity

So closer did your father scramble peering through the thorns
Unaware of how the brambles tangled with his horns
Just to see a crazy man who planned to kill his kin
Your father did not understand the danger he was in

For then again that mad old man started hearing voices
His god was speaking to the loon and giving him new choices
And so his plan to slay the boy came about to falter
And Abraham, he took your pa and dragged him to the altar

But that was never fair, mama, can you tell me why
When Isaac he was all prepared and well prepared to die
And all had been decided on, so what cruel trick mama
Was played upon that grand old ram, who was my own papa?

Life is not fair, my little lamb, nor is it like to change
And fate plays tricks on all of us, both sinister and strange
So you take care, my little lamb, with this advice from me 
Do not visit places where you know you should not be

The moral of this story dear, is take heed of the odds
And stay away from two-leggies worshipping their gods


Details | Lyric | |

Normal To Me

This isn't just a poem This isn't just another emotion This is me, these are my thoughts The Imagery is my sight, And The Allegories are my Life I'm lonely, There is just me But there's so many people around but no one can hear my loudest screams Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me I'm torn, I'm Cut Part of my heart stabbed, and then taken from me The Search for my innocence, Is like a moa hunt Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me Laughing and Jokes all directed towards me Just to Hurt me Cover all of the Halls "Fag, Emo, Queer" Words I too often know Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me Curling her hair putting on her makeup "You're worthless and nothing to Me" Says the so-called all-loving-one As she screams: "Why am I not Pretty" Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me This is not just a poem not just some words my pen cries with each words But this is Just a Glimpse Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me


Details | Quatrain | |

Average Age 19

Once again, the powers that must
In rise again in what we trust
An overseas conflict, another war
Just what in the hell are we fighting for

Families are asking, Korea has just passed
Generations again reft, how long will it last
A country in need, to rebuild again
Flags at half mast, in wind and rain strain

Once again into war, sent by the Washington Post
To send back reports to hit home the most
Military observers were the first to be sent in
Another chapter of man entering existing sin

I'm witnessing our ariel power, Lam Son 719
US planners determine their incursion, saying all will be fine
Along the Mekong River, we'll carpet bomb their supply trail
Tons of munitions and napalm, this spread surely cannot fail

Many sorties are being flown, for the wounded and the dead
Whilst Nixon and his cronies, aren't thinking with their heads
The news of losses has reached me, nineteen have been killed
Eleven missing, fifty nine wounded, more American blood spilled

Seven fixed wing aircraft, more sons in action loss
Whilst back at home more protests, fading the dyeing's gloss
To to this job that I do, I was never prepared for this
To witness such bloody scenes, and ignore that life is bliss

How can I write about a soldier, whose name I'll never know
Killed at nineteen years old, his family he'll never see grow
Or even explain to his parents, when carried from the AH-1
His body bullet riddled and limp, when lifted it bloodily run

I never went back to the theatre, called the Vietnam War
Having witnessed the wanton killing, what were we fighting for
This colonial conflict that started, us on the side of France
So many came back as strangers, many to live in trance





James Fraser's entry into the contest " WORLD OF WAR: VIETNAM "



Details | Couplet | |

Breathes of Souls

The night grows heavy as the bells do toll,
And tears will fall, all will behold.

As deep in Gods earth is laid to rest half a soul
Once entwined and beautifully blessed.

Now those left behind will cry out with envy,
For the peace of ages the lost holds so clearly.

Those hearts left behind will cry out with the cold
As bittersweet memories circle of old.

Emblazoned images circle of walks once walked,
As the other half now goes with God to talk.

Hearts do tremble with sadness that once knew love,
As time stretches, a lonely run begun.

Time will carry forth until the other flies free
Dispatched by deaths angel to soar with the breeze.

Then those dispatched by deaths’ grim thoughts will unite
Together to find peace at last.

As the breathes of two souls will heal and hold fast,
And love will again hold them close, at last.


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WATCHING A SUMMER STORM IN DOYLESTOWN

    WATCHING A SUMMER STORM IN DOYLESTOWN
I was laid to rest, 
my death keeps getting better.
If you find me here, you know, I'm yours to keep.
I could try to say 
I love you in this letter,
or pretending you are here, sing you to sleep.

If the world was mine,
I find it quite amusing,
I would give it all away, to see your eyes,
I would save your life,
and everything you're losing,
all because you never see who's telling lies.

I am just as dead
as is your heart each morning.
If the wind has blown, you know I will be there.
I will touch your life,
without much of a warning,
never look for me, just know I'm everywhere.

I'm a summer storm,
my hope is crashing thunder.
I'm a lightning bolt, my love is five alarm.
if I rain all night,
it's just a spell I'm under,
you should know I'm dead, and won't do any harm.

I'm a little boy.
An old man getting younger.
All I have is how I know how things should be.
We still want the world
to live in death and hunger,
yet I love your eyes, when your eyes look at me.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Suffering Time

14 hours in a New York minute,
I ought to stop,
But I can't quit it...

No answer to my call...
Is it the end
Of it all?

The pain, it does spread,
Making the future
Something to dread...

Somehow, some way,
I got to get out of here,
Cause I'm swimming
In a sea of fear...

So I say goodbye to you
My sweet...
As I acknowledge
My defeat...


Something is flying about....


Details | Imagism | |

SLEEPING WITH THE DEVIL'S WIFE

   SLEEPING WITH THE DEVIL'S WIFE
Some night you'll wake before morning
Sweatin to the oldies she will sing.
She'll make you think you're in Heaven...
Long enough to tell you ANYTHING...

And you'll believe her.

Some night you'll wake up hearing voices
Sweatin to the oldies of here life.
She'll never say you're in Heaven.
Or tell you you've been sleeping with the Devil's Wife.

She'll never tell you, you've been sleeping with the Devil's wife.

But you will KNOW.
You will know.

That's when you'll need her.
That's when you'll love her the most.
That's when you will die.
Sleeping with the Devil's wife.

That's when you will die.
   
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa ---hear the song and First take Video on Youtube, search for vee bdosa then select SLEEPING WITH THE DEVILS WIFE. One of my personal favorites, more poetry than song.


Details | Chant Royal | |

Paying For Lies With Lives

"Sing to me, Muse, of the wrath of Achilles." - Iliad, Line 1

Western dreams were born in wrath,
Overmastering all the noble aims of reason.
The bloom of youth, cut from its proper path,
Fallen wasted in full season
Torn and silent upon fields of fire,
Betrayed by elder men's desire
To force their goals on one another,
Stolen from each grieving Mother
Against the tides of pain each strives
His misery to quench, his hate to smother
As they pay for lies with lives.

Home and hearth abandoned for ambition,
The promise of tomorrow dies on foreign shores
For shadows' sake they are cast to perdition,
To drown in the shifting seas of wars.
The Enemy as confused as they,
Affrighted and divided by the fray,
Consumed by fear in the battle's heat
The dead lie dead, come victory or defeat.
The living, stung by memories' knives,
Against which they in vain entreat,
Go on to pay for lies with lives.

The world turns on as the game is played,
Each dawn finds men so much the same.
The debts accrue, are bourne and paid
Each seeking honor for his name,
And a home secure in peace.
Yet men move other men, and will not cease
To bind them to some formless claim or cause,
To bid them die to right the flaws
Perceived in others of like kind; their wives
Bide in fear and live by tyrants'  laws
As they pay for lies with lives.

Noctambulate, the pawns of powers fight,
For cause of country weakly understood;
They move from day to death's eternal night
Directed by the wills of men of wood.
When all has ended, what has been acheived?
What meaning comforts myriads bereived?
The world will turn, and others rise
To fill the void, the numb surprise
Of lives unlived, of weeping eyes,
Of silence heavy with unanswered sighs
For those who paid for lies with lives.

Must so many lines of history
Be so far writ in blood,
So tainted with tragic mystery
Trammeled by iron stained with mud,
Its pages overrun with acts untamed,
Acts of slaughter by the vast unnamed?
So many deeds set down in red
Give cause to rest uneasy in our beds.
Though the past recedes, the present shall reprise
The accusatory march of the silent dead,
Parading those who paid for lies with lives.

Who dares leave our collective guilt unclaimed?
Were not our many wars for subtle reasons framed
By minds fit for much finer uses,
By hearts that might have scorned such abuses
Leading to this madness - who denies
Those self-delusions that should leave us shamed,
That make us pay for lies with lives?


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Final hour

Final Hour.

The sombre lady spoke to him
It was midnight in his room
He was lying hurting sadly there
Beneath the weight of doom
That Cancer eating at his body
Would all be over, soon.

“My child” she whispered “time is nigh
For you must come with me.
This time was chosen by the power
This be your destiny.
You’ll cross the river Styx, then home
That place where you be free’

He cried “My lady, take me not
For I have much to do
My wife, and children need me here
I cannot come with you
And lady I have so much fear
That’s eating at me too”.

“My child” the lady softly said
“Have you forgotten home?
Where the flowers bloom, and the music plays
T is a place you well have known.
You left it for this World my child
When you came here all alone”.

He smiled at her then breathed his last
And she held him to her breast.
Then they shimmered off to join the breeze
And felt loves tenderness
As the sombre lady ushered him
To the gates of happiness.


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Entwinement

Bleeding around me are empty faces
Sad, drooping spaces, crumpled places
Melancholy for the light of new places
Stuck in time, frozen in time
The pangs of lonesome fill their sagging hearts
Frowning forever, frowning forever
Let me stare blankly at the stained wall
Nothing at all…nothing at all

The mind is a scary place 
The mind is a distraction
From the reality ever binding
Curbing every reaction
The mind is overwhelming
The mind is oh so sad
When we turn to larvae and graves
It’s an never-ending...
Entwinement 

Found myself looking through the tiny hole in the wall
Watching you fall, watching you fall
Scared for the neck that would break us all
You shuddered my blood…shuddered my blood
I met the eyes of the souls of your feet
Twitching and swinging…unfeeling…unfeeling
Please allow me this sole ease:
Just be with me... lie with me

The mind is a scary place 
The mind is a distraction
From the reality ever binding
Curbing every reaction
The mind is overwhelming
The mind is oh so sad
When we turn to larvae and graves
It’s an everlasting...
Entwinement

-inspired by Mad World by Gary Jules-
-also inspired by the stop motion film: The Man in the Lower-Left hand Corner of the Photograph-


Details | Rhyme | |

Does it really matter

Does it really matter?

Does it really matter?
What you’ve done, or what you’ve been
Or whether you be special
{What ever that word means}
Whether you see one hundred
Or live for an hour or so
One day the  ‘Reaper’ he will come
And off with him you’ll go.

Does it really matter?
Whether you be Prince, or king
Millionaire or poorest pauper
It doesn’t mean a thing
He’ll have no sympathy for you
That one in sombre black
One day it will be time for you
To make that final act

Does it really matter?
That each must turn to dust
This be the way it’s always been
So in it you must trust
Relax and let the river flow
Then what will be, will be
You’re born alone. You’ll die alone
This is the tale of thee.

5 November 2014


Details | Lyric | |

For All Eternity

As daylight dawns my eyes close
On another sleepless night
So cold and all alone without
Your arms to hold me tight
I look out through the glass
And watch the sunrise in the sky
And still I find no answers
As again I’m asking why
My nights they seem so endless
Then I face another day
So full of pain and loneliness
Since God took you away
People say that time will heal
That I’ll get over you
That one day I will laugh again
That I’ll find someone new
I only wish they’d understand
Why that will never be
I’ll never love another
For you were my destiny
And though I've tried to carry on
My fears I cannot hide
I just can’t face this world alone
Without you by my side
The tablet bottles empty now
And on our I lay
I put my hands together
Then I close my eyes and pray
Please God will you send back down
My Angel from above
Then he will gently take my hand
And lead me back to love
He’ll guide the way to Heaven
Where together we will be
Two Angel's who are blessed with love
For all eternity...



By Raina Hutchins


Details | Free verse | |

Alive

And we are left here Like maggots—dirty, parentless…devastated Always feeding on the gruel…the cruel Fattening our lives in the moneyless bilk Shocking like a bee sting, yet soft as silk We are the forgotten I am watching the others grow rotten But I am cleansed and raw with glee Because…though blinded with slime…I SEE… I rise to the sound of the agonizing screams Of rapes, murders, of violent fists…weeping minds My definition of true finds… I smile when any possible hope arrives Fate laughs, knowing I constantly scream inside I am amused of it all…I can’t stop laughing As bitter tears began to fall I HATE ALL OF YOU… I WANT TO KILL YOU ALL… But I love that I can take anything From the nothing we have all been labeled The sick, the low…the mentally unstable Watch me roll up in a ball A naughty tease to death’s lull I love your silence… I love your intense fall And we are more alive than any of you We are crazed by your belligerence Aching to be emotionless SHARE YOUR INDIFFERENCE SHARE IT… Give us something to be left with So the others can die As Fate veers its head looking in the mirror Listen to her laughter—do you hear her? She watches and waits To find her maggots have grown wings… Screw your selfish indifference...we fall to fly We are more alive than any of you Though quickly we die


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a fair day

It was a fair day for silence.

The sun had risen up courtly, almost mechanically,
Like a marionette on the strings of a puppeteer.
With the sun came Heat, wrathful to have been woken at such an hour.
As if avenging its early rise, 
Heat caused oppression, 
Discomfort and confusion 
Upon the innocent day.

It was a fair day for exclusion.

Only one was oblivious to the relentless heat,
He sat there motionless, lifeless and corpse-like.
They would glance at him nonchalantly.
He was just a piece of the scenery, 
Always had been there, 
Always would be there, 
Invisible.

It was a fair day for neglect.

Some say once he had been aware,
But life had hollowed him out, 
Left him a shell, 
Unmoving, 
Unblinking.
The day progressed, the light dimmed, 
It was as if fate and destiny had led him to this moment.
If anyone had cared to look, they may have noticed a glint in his eye.
He liked the sunset.

It was a fair day for an end.

The sun slowly made its way back home.
Heat gradually left, bored with the sun’s absence.
Silence was once more.
The sun closed its eyes. 
The moon began its regime over the obeying night sky.

It was a fair day for sweet nothing.

He still sat there, 
But no one knew.
So was he still alive, 
If no one saw him die?


Details | Blank verse | |

Anthem of a Hollow Man

I, the empty man,
The hollow man,
Exist here in the shadows
Of twilight.  My senses dead,
Burned out of me along with
The tattered, wasted rags 
That were the only remnant
Of my tortured soul.
Like hellfire, the flames
Roared through my Self,
Consuming all there was and
Leaving naught but the acrid
Stench of a being destroyed.
My eyes now stare out from an 
Empty shell that once held so
Much life and promise.
A vessel that once was filled with
Hopes and dreams of happiness.
Those are all gone now, replaced
With a fathomless nothingness.
Black is the void that dwells within
Now. It swallows all light and laughter
And echoes back a harsh mockery of 
Life.  Still the fires smolder, eating away
At the foundation, the supports, moving 
Itself toward total collapse.  When it does,
I will become the nothingness that I 
Contain.  Swallowed by the void, with 
Nothing left but my anguished screams, 
Echoing into oblivion.


Details | Free verse | |

War Mentality

They come from a different era
where patriotism is a just cause
they would fight for the true blue
never mind who was right or wrong

they stood staunch and egos proud
their chest out, backs straight and chins up
they come from an old style of thinking
I fight today as my father and grandfather did too.

fighting for an eye for an eye tooth for a tooth
I will die to serve my country even if its a lie
if you try to invade our land
we will come and conquer you

we are defenders of the truth
but the old timers forget
and the young ones have a narrow point of view
there was a time when the immigrants were Irish, Italians and jews

racism was rampant and that hasn't changed
Christians today still preach
'Jesus is savior they say repent your evil ways
pushing their rhetoric just like the roman empire did

amazingly America seems to be doing the same
history seems to repeat itself time and time again
war, religion, oil and what we perceive  as freedom
we invade again and again and call it defending democracy

yet the intelligence comes from spies and other governments
because they have shared interests in different types of policy
they all carefully choose their words
because one slip of the lip could trigger war as it has happened before

todays war on terrorism is a campaign designed  to instill pain 
and un-trust to drain our resources from us 
And our leader claimed up front this is not a religious war
yet he paraphrases from the bible we'll get those evil doers

you see bush fooled our religious leaders too.
he used their belief in Jesus he tricked 'em all just to get their vote
he claims he's a born again Christian and this Christians embraced him holly
but then one day bush spoke to Jesus and asked what to do with Iraq

Jesus responded Invade that country
Now dont get me wrong Jesus was not about war 
he taught of peace, love and compassion
however his message has been twisted and turned over time 

and history shows the hands of Christian religious leaders are always bloody
because they twist the truth to control dictatorship is always the goal
Bush had been plaining war before a judge handed him the seat
on his first day he signed a bill into law prevent any criminal charges against him



Details | I do not know? | |

Hypochristians

They say to worship to get back into church
That all I need do is fall to my knees and repent
Then all this personal pain he will prevent
To kneel and pray to “The Soveriegn God”
Well, my knees are bruised and scabbed 
Where is this God of yours I ask
Guess I’m not really a fan of his work
As I walk through this existence 
Sufferring is all I see
War in the desert neverending
Children dying so young
Little boys and girls raped by the clergy
Destruction Hate Crimes against humanity
Where is this God of yours I ask
They say Christianity is the way 
Well, bullsh!t! That’s what I say.


Details | Rhyme | |

MY TRUTHS & THOUGHTS

we're living in an era of ignorance 
we lost our innocense
at fourteen your too young to vote but old enough for death sentences

these politcians are hypocrits
for the atrocities that they commit we face imprisonment

durring this pro American sentiment
how could we forget the scores of poor ignored
while we finance a war 

that bombs then rebuilds them
feed their children

while the ones back home
have to fend for their own

life is wonderul and miserable depends on the time frame
the birth of Almasi(my son) the death of Dwayne(my cousin)

I went bezerk it hurt clutching his blood soaked shirt
while he lay on the Earth leaking blood on the dirt
I cried to the sky please guide me father
at times this world is so dark I need night vision goggles

i lost friends to ignorance
bullets and jail stints
drug habbits and various patterns of bull ish 
I've navigating through dangerous
streets trying to claim us
beast trying to tame  us
friends turned to strangers
I have ducked heat from flammers
by mennacing strangers
thinking I will survive like gloria gaylor

its a small world but I got big plans
but it gets hard like trying to jog through quicksand
but I found GOD on both knees with cluthced hands 
but kept getting invitations from the Devil to dance

so i went below the surface
became more observant

hand shakes are fake they dont mean a thing
a smile can be a predator preparing his fangs

I severed ties with friends who's minds were stagnated
had king pin dreams but never quite made it

friendships were torn
and habbits were formed

and the ones who escaped crack
heroin snatched

and I engaged in acts that were so unGodly
only he can judge me punish me or pardon me

watching this world makes me shed eye water 
our sons get slaughtered  and denegrated ours daughters
its the sign of the times cant you see that people
first it rained airplanes then the mail was lethal

ghetto youths indisputes they spray A.K s
suburban kids throw pipebombs in school hallways
after so many years of feeding violence to youths
I guess those chickens came home to roost


Details | I do not know? | |

Strike

Strike!
O strike thy wisdom
and thy freedom;
strike!

While picket signs aren't weapons,
they arouse violent hymns
and bayonet dreams;
o strike!

Where authoritarian presidents,
governors and dictators
all think alike,
strike;
and strike thee common good.


Strike,
O visionaries
with karma on their side,
where echoes fly like angels
and their halos shine so bright;
strike!

Where slavery's not an option
and poverty no life,
no liberty
or happiness;
strike!

Where no act of violence,
aimed at stifling true justice
ever won.

True justice
always voices it's complaints,
always finds some other means,
never ends with the moon
but starts with the sun,
strike!

Fore there's no future otherwise.


Details | Rhyme | |

I Cannot Look

I cannot look I will not look 
That’s not you inside

Jaws of life are roaring
Trying to cut you free
Crimson are the car seats
Tears are all I see 

I cannot look I will not look 
That’s not you inside

That body in the white bed
With tubes all hanging out
We all just stand in horror
While doctors run about

I cannot look, I will not look
That’s not you inside

I’ve already seen the bandage 
Wrapped around your head
I will not look inside the box
Now your eternal bed

I can’t look I will not look 
That’s not you inside

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
09.23.2014
Contest: The Poet III 
Gautami Phookan


Details | Rhyme | |

Take Me Away

I dream in darkness.
I sleep to die.
Erase my sorrow.
Erase my lies.
Our burning ashes,
Blacken the day.
A world of nothingness.
Take me away.


Details | Senryu | |

NO FATHER'S DAY

he died in the war
no Daddy and no present
the child.. never born

*I grieve for the children, their joy and smiles, who will never be..
Because their future Daddy died in the war!

Date: 6-15-14


Details | Free verse | |

I Wonder

Sometimes I wonder,
What ripped us asunder
I wonder...why friends fade away,
I wonder...why death is our destiny,
And as we experience our final day,
I wonder what will become of you and me

I wonder, with eyes dilated,
Why this day was to be so fated...
When all I saw was you walking away
Or your soul released from here...
I see the suffering of Rene'

Our lives are short,
I wonder what ought
To have been,
Is there some reasoning
For the the ultimate sadness
Towards which we spin?

I wonder if we'll ever understand
What it's all about
I wonder, and wonder,
What was God's plan grand?

I could have redone this life
And accomplished so much more
But now it's too late,
For death approaches my door.


Details | Free verse | |

Backfire

What’s the use of trying any longer?
Nothing comes out the way I want it to flow
Words perpetrate my every being
And I strain to get my temperament to slow
But my cognizance is reeling in a panic of waves
The voltage of emotion is overwhelming me
What is this journey impending to?
What is my purpose?
To obliterate or build?
I keep assurances only to splinter and shatter them
I melt into their regrets and apologies without looking back
Then I am slapped right back in the face
With my own waves of shame and qualm
I wish I was like you
I wish I could put a guise on and never show my face
I wish I could take a dagger and extinguish the sorrow
Destroy tomorrow
But it keeps coming back with twinges and pains!
I want to scream my way into your existence
I want to end all the overwrought thoughtlessness
I want to be lifted in your ease
To be beautiful and clever like you
The demon is me and I am foaming with misery
My horns are melting by your pertinacious confrontations
I can’t reply to the desolation of nothingness
I can’t make it all go away
I’m trapped! RELIEVE ME!
Cursed adrenaline rushes about me
My body is prickling and waterlogged in blackness
I swallow the poisons of my backwash
And back-fire every stab in the back


Details | Epitaph | |

Whispers Of An Angry Wind

With blaring voice,

You've stolen her life away.

I think,

My heart shall ne'er mend.

Caused you the trees to snap,

And sway.

Now the softness of your voice,

Scarcely causes the grass

to bend.


Details | Free verse | |

Final Days

Thoughts of a world without you
Make me cringe.
I felt you were invincible.
You were the constant,
The strength when I could carry the pain no more.
Always the courage when I was afraid.
My sole source for true love,
Love independent of my success or failure.
Never could I imagine this day would come.
Now, death grips your hand tighter than life.
I try to be strong.
I hope I am brave.
I pray every day I find your traits in me.
The hours seem to fly.
Tomorrow floats so far ahead.
Nothing is certain,
Each breath could be the last.
I weep, sad for the impending loss.
Yet joyous in the knowledge
Soon you will suffer no more.


Details | Lyric | |

Under the Eclipse: For Amanda Todd

October speaks of death, I hope now she can rest,
And lay the soaring bird on down.
Underneath her clothes, only herself she loathed.
We've seen this done before. 

Together they manifest their cause, ripping with their claws,
Tearing flesh and bone.
From the shame inside swelling at her sides,
She broke herself on stones. 

And the monsters say "There's on her to blame,
With many heads we only think the same".
When no words of solace leave our lips,
I can tell you the world will end like this,
Under the Eclipse. 

All around they slayed and left where she laid
To bleed out all her wrongs.
And now that she's gone, over with and done,
Her memories all they play. 

She can show you how people lose their sanity.
She can show you how the world has lost humanity.
Those who turned their eyes, this has only you to blame.
To console yourself you say "Oh what a shame".
I can tell you how the world will end like this,
Under the Eclipse,
Under the Eclipse.

Wool across my eyes,
Shields me from this life.
Every single thread
Coating what they said.

Every drop of rain
Lights a candle in
Memory of the one
Who burned for others fun. 

She can show you how people lose their sanity.
She can show you how the world has lost humanity.
Those who turned their eyes, this has only you to blame.
To console yourself you say "Oh what a shame".
I can tell you how the world will end like this,
Under the Eclipse,
Under the Eclipse.

Where is the sun?
Where is the sun?


Details | Blank verse | |

Blood and Bullets

Inspired by the Connecticut tragedy and another minor shooting that happened in my home state
-------------------------------------

Blood and Bullets

That night we cried ourselves to sleep
For each of the little children the blood did weep
Serve upon this misery and damage
No words will excuse the savage

The vultures swoop, spread the sugar coated lies
But still the frozen child dies
Yet they still wish to remove what little safety we have
But they fail to see that will not stop the slings and arrows they have

For the media projects the fame they crave
Like wild dingos they consume what we fail to save
Serve and protect is not the duty of just some but all as a whole
ALL AS A WHOLE

And we fail
And we fail

The cameras prance around like costumed horses in a dance
All the while the mud splattered reality burns and singes the lines of damned fantasies
We are to blame, shining glitter and fame on the damned souls that should be burned
We spit acidic words of hate all the while praising them in glittering spectral lights of fame 
They do not heed the angry words, but revel in the talk of them...them..
Them...

It's

All

About

THE KILLER

Blood and bullets pollute the spoiled ground but no one cares for the rotten
Sadness rings through for a week but soon the victims are forgotten
But no one forgets the criminal...Infamous
He is immortalized by the fame...fame...infamous

Blood and bullets
Blood and bullets
Blood and bullets
Blood and bullets

Blood stains
Bullets jump

dead forgotten
left rotten

Monster remembered

remembered

Blood and bullets

Blood

and bullets


Details | Pantoum | |

Red Wedged-Heel Shoe

On  top of the pile___shoes upon shoes
One lone wedged-heel red shoe that gives clue
That she knew what her fate would be soon
Aware her soul__spirit would take flight

One lone wedged-heel red shoe that gives clue
The owner was last one to die the death
Aware her soul__spirit would take flight
Memories filled her every thought

The owner was last one to die the death
Terror, horror with every breath
Memories filled her every thought
Of family, friends, life, love__children

Terror, horror, with every breath
Because she knew what fate would be soon
Same as family, friends, love__children
On top of the pile__shoes upon shoes


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Drowning

stop pretending you care, you never loved me
but your eyes filled with bliss my every day
i know i'm not her, i'm not trying to be
all my hopes of acceptance will fade away

polite words of love do me harm
stop saying things you dont believe
i could cover my corpse with your arm
but its worthless since you shall deceive


i dont want to admit who you are
the purpose itself is in vain
depressed angels could start war
seeing my dieing reflectons of pain

please tell my weak heart you cant
you are not, you shall never be tru
for,my love,deep dreams i shall haunt
everytime black leaves are drowning in dew


Details | Free verse | |

Afterlife

There is a her shaped hole in this world
A black void
If you look hard enough you can still see the sparkles of the departed
Black diamonds of the afterlife
The entrance left open 
In case he needs to follow 

It's not in the leaving she said
It's in the living once I'm dead

The cold cold bed Sat in our room
The silence in the telephone
This is what the worst will be
The carrying on without me

It isn't in the leaving she sighs
It's in the knowing I didn't survive

She asked him once to be brave
Carry on forget her name
Give some meaning to his life
Leave behind the cold dead wife

How can you love me she asked
When all I want is to depart
How am I faithfully yours she cried
He just looked at her and sighed

It isn't in the leaving she cried
It's in the living once I've died
Where I'm going has no name
The darkness consumes me again and again

I'll wait for you she said
She promised as in life and death

I warned you along the way she said
I tried to make you see
I never belonged to your world 
I was never truly me
I belong to the nether world
I was put here by mistake
I'm waiting for it to draw me back
To take again my place

This is what she's seeing there
He's too used up to even care
Watching his restless nights and days
Keeping the haunting mind at bay
The last vision in his head is his wife hanging above the bed


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Amid the Purple Phlox

I am losing you again

White, oh your skin, whiter than pearls…
I sit here, trying not to stare,
Serene you are, as you lie in your bed,
How awful could agony become?

I am losing you again

Chapped and faded your divinely drawn lips…
Opaque, the spark in your eyes, it no longer exists,
Uttering out the words, "you had my heart from the start,"
Lament, your words are, as your lips part,
Does God really need another angel by His side?

Exasperating, your paralysis, suffocates me…
Abashed I awake, from a nightmare,  
Throbbing, I almost submerged your sheets with gasoline,

Yelping,
Oh poor baby, you are so soggy from the chemo,
Undying, everlasting we are, hang on my love,
Rusting your skin, your sickness is so ruthless, to kill you,

Could I really break the wall my pride has built?
Angst haunted me as I listened to the mournful,
Notes of the saddest symphony existing…
Could I please place a red rose on your mahogany sepulcher?
Endless our love is, as a paroxysm of pain,
Rushed through my blood,

Amid the purple phlox, and the emerald elms,
Waves of distress, overwhelm,
As I realise how your anguish was so true,
Yesterday, I wished I had died instead of you…


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Yard Work

Yard Work

I worked with stern and determined face
attention on the end of the rake
the fresh grass and orange leaves.

Out of the corner of my eye
I saw a small bird huddled 
fixed against the drain pipe, 
its wings tight against its body. 
It didn't stir. 
I bent closer and
saw the milky film over its dark eyes.

A drape of sadness
was thrown callously over my morning.

I buried it quickly and carefully.
Time to take care to scrape away
the sharp rocks and hollow out a little place
deep enough to keep the dogs away and
with such care 
as I chose the final
home for this tiny thing.

It may have been taken away
to make room for another.
While I write this, several
months have passed and my throat
still tightens from the memory.

Sadness and loss is still with me
and with me for all the birds 
that fall
from their nests 
or the sky
every day 
from now until eternity.


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The Dharma Ends

  Your fate is sealed
   Once a year
or so the book 
   tells us
   Death is not 
a thing to worship 
  Life is!
 When some small creature 
        crawled forth from the primeval 
ooze
  We were left with
the responsibility of 
   continuing the cycle
  We walk on gilded splinters 
and just maybe we should let 
Father Time decide our fate
  But I feel we should 
  resist to the end
  Stop the killing 
  Let peace reign 
  on our small planet
  which circles a life-giving star
  We are the stewards of 
  our biosphere
  We owe our exsitence
to a miracle


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The Beauty Of Austria Shattered

I remember the dream of Austria
As the war for me was finally closing 
High in my turret upon the Sherman
I entered this mountain paradise at last
Until I reached the earthly gates of hell

Within those eyes I found despair
That spark of life long dead
Their hearts filled of solitudes poison
Muted voices no longer calling out
Thousands of souls starving for hope
Existing amongst corpses who had lost it
Now just shadows of the once proud
Crushed by tyranny simply because they “were”

Empty men drifting about lost in a miring haze
Praying for the peace only death grants
So very few seemed to hold onto humanity
They had nothing to fear because all was lost
As I stood at the hells gates called Mauthausen

In that moment I found the truest of evils
Under the threshold of Hades a toxoid of hatred
Not truly comprehending what my eyes spoke
Numbed in fears I never knew subsisted within me
Standing frozen I wanted nothing more than to run
As the shell of that crying man fell in my arms
I am haunted by his words…”godheid bedanken”
My faith transfused giving him a moments hope

Within those high peaks of the songs of paradise
I lost my soul at the gates of a concentration camp
Every night since I hear his voice thanking God
He called us the wrath and thunder of reckoning
But…I was just a boy with rifle searching for a respite


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Abrupt

Sleeping in sorrow
If I don't wake tomorrow
Then all will be well.


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Forever and a Day

I woke up this morning 
thinking of you 
reached for your warmth 
as I always would do. 
Your side of the bed 
was empty with fold
pillows in place 
untouched and cold. 
I did not smell coffee 
the news was not on 
things seem so different 
since you are gone. 
Your sweet smelling scent 
is fading away 
so I cling to your memory 
in every possible way. 
Motivating myself 
is a struggle to do 
hard to see sunshine 
when feeling so blue. 
They say it gets better 
as time goes by 
to look for the good 
at least give it a try. 
Something happened 
at work today 
I started to call you 
right away. 
Sadly remembering 
I hung up the phone 
you were not there 
God took you home. 
My heart is hurting 
my soul cries with pain
I've got nothing to lose 
got nothing to gain. 
Time is one asset 
I have plenty to spare 
holding on tight 
going nowhere. 
I'm looking for good 
as I have been told 
reaching for warmth
yet, shiver with cold. 
Darling, I miss you 
in every way 
and still loving you 
"Forever and a Day." 

 

 


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Gone

It's under my bed where the darkness lies...
Scattered dreams of wounded butterflies...
I half awaken to my daunting dawn;
to find my sanity is all but gone...
I stumble through my dream-like day;
trying to forget that you have gone away...
I struggle with my fear of God,
as the reaper gently turns and nods...
So now it's time for me to go...
To sleep on that hill where the tall oaks grow...
Despair slowly exits along with the pain...
And I fade into the day like the whispering rain.


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October Rain

I remember the tears
with yesterdays pain
that dreadful year
of October rain

Darkened skies
with clouds of grey
gloom which followed
everyday

Hidden in shadows
fate lurked at me
a game of life
which took three

With each breeze
of passing wind
fate just laughed
at me again

Cold wet rain
stained my face
salty tears
I could taste

As I looked
up to the sky
I could not help
but wonder why

My soul screamed
with terror and pain
that dreadful year
of October rain


 


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Palisades Park

A rodent in the road

Jammed into my  tires

As I screeched to a halt,

Then bolted past

Remembering a deer

In the headlights

A victim underneath me

Forever frozen in ice

And slow motioned into

Sleepwalking in my mind

An instant replay triggered

By any myriad of buttons

Pushed at random

An overheard conversation

At the dentist’s office

Sending x-ray recollections

Into forward play and 

Changing my breath and

My complexion as I relive

My murders,

Clawed forever into a brain

Those guilty priests cannot forgive

Even God has allowed me to allow the

Remnants to remain for now

Brushed against my heart

Like orange and purple sunsets

At Palisades Park.


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holokauston Page 1 of 2

Around that table, picture the scene
Self appointed leaders if you know what I mean
What were the topics on the Agenda that day
The Jewish race is about to pay

Who gave the right for this decision that's made
Who has the right to cleanse and degrade
To decide who lived, to decide who dies
Another chapter, I still wonder why

They came in the day they came in the night
Women and children pulled out of sight
Herded aboard like cattle and sheep
Many a family awoke from their sleep

Dazed and confused as they are taken away
Where will they be at the end of the day
From their warm houses and their warm beds
What must be going through their heads

As they travel through days and through the night
Up ahead, they see lots of lights
They depart the trucks and board the train
Their faces scared under the strain

Asking questions from family and others
Generations, sisters and brothers
Why are we here, where are we going
Windowless carriages with no way of knowing

We come to a stop, soldiers aplenty
Towers and wire, topped with sentries
What can this place be they have taken us to
As we head to large gates as they shuffle us through

Families separated, herded in file
Women and children, not one did smile
Taken to rooms where our heads were shaved
Is this the way humans behaved

Clothes discarded, as we enter the shower
No signs of water no signs of power
Doors slammed as we are all crammed in
History will recall this evil of sins

As we stand in the dark, chanting Jewish faith
Can hear the voices can't see the face
Noises above, do the showers start
The event has begun that tells us Humans apart

Questions and sighs, as walled vents show daylight
Some thing is falling then their slammed tight
A strange aroma starts to fill the air
As all around are screams of despair

Twenty minutes have passed and the quietness is rife
Two thousand people, two thousand lives
Pellets called HCN, or Hydrogen Cyanide
Contribute to this Genocide


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-2.php


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Just say GO

Just say GO An imaginary race, Running nowhere fast, Sweat pours down my face, Hoping time has passed. Pop a pill an hour, Distractions proving gold, Hop into a shower, Warm away the cold. Drink. Drink. Drink. Substitute the full. Sink. Sink. Sink. Deeper in the hole. Hold on tight, The pain will cease, Then again, It might increase. Watch the mirror, Let me know, Tell me truthfully Friend or foe? Touch me, Love me, Praise me, If only you knew how, The aching doesn’t phase me, I feel what I allow. Run, fall, stop, Sweat, sorrow, hurt, Water, faster, pop, Strong will, assert. Temptation everywhere, Peel away my skin, Please don’t ever stare, At what’s left within. Gorge, eat, fill, Shower, cry, sleep, All against my will, Guilty secrets keep. Awake again tomorrow, Vow a better day, Full of shame and sorrow, Starting over is ok…. Run harder, sweat more, Pill, water, hands shake, A casualty of food and war, Legs, arms, stomach, ache. Exhaustion engulfs, Weakness follows, Fade into sleep, Darkness swallows. Make it stop, Pill, run, sweat, eat, Spin my top, Lose, gain, win, defeat. Drop down, Shake, cry, Breathe slow, Smile, die.


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A Belfast Story

Come hold my hand and tell me lies
Infuse the hate and woe betide
Tooth for a tooth, pluck out their eyes
A soldiers duties exercised
Let's kill the child, from the inside
 
The spirits of the netherworld
Scream loudly to be freed
Within this world of politics
This cage of hate and greed
I'm right you're wrong
You're wrong I'm right
Whose turn is it to die tonight
A bloody ****ing massacres
The only end in sight
 
Not for the strong, to sit upon the fence
Let's take the hate and killing to their door
Self righteousness screams out in our defence
Christ knows it's hard to take this anymore
 
The spirits of the netherworld
Scream loudly to be freed
Within this world of politics
This cage of hate and greed
I'm right you're wrong
You're wrong I'm right
Whose turn is it to die tonight
A bloody ****ing massacres
The only end in sight


Details | I do not know? | |

Whispers

I once heard a saying,
that the happiest people are the saddest
Shining because they’ve seen the darkest
Like the lotus that grows out of mud
Or the rotting stump that bears a bud..

You never know what troubles the mind
So be careful with words unkind
The glowing person just beside you
Could be a crumbling ruin behind the hairdo
 Most people struggle everyday
Souls burdened with decay..

I guess it takes a lot of courage
To act normal with that damage
Hard to believe that under the surface
Lives a soul with no purpose
A cry for help won’t be any crisper
Listen to the their inner whisper..


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Love Song

Here’s what I’m thinking now 
at the end of the world: 

There are no atheists in foxholes— 
no theists in politics. 
If knowledge is power, 
and power corrupts, 
then why did I bother reading you, Cicero? 

Does it matter that I didn't’t love you? 
Would it have mattered if I did? 

There’s a poetry reading tonight 
whence I’I'll chide other poets 
who don’t sit alone. 
I won’t bring up death 
but I might have to breathe, 
even into a mike 
and mouth lines to get a snap or a boo 
maybe even a wince or two. 

Just maybe I’I'll talk about love 
and how following your heart is like following a dog— 
it only leads to vittles and (female dogs). 
But how many times have I used that line 
since the story I wrote about you, 
a witty and sexy and fictional you? 
Most likely I’I'll read something tonight about you. 

I won’t recite it from memory 
because I don’t think about you that much anymore, 
not even when I search for my socks in your drawer 
or when I put on the scratchy sweaters you give me, 
horizontally striped to bring out my eyes? 

I don’t remember your eyes 
except they are blue. 
And I don’t remember you, 
not even when I smell cucumber and apple, 
not even when I sleep on my side of the bed 
or when you walk through the door 
happy to see me; 
even then I don’t remember you. 
Does it matter that I don’t love you? 
Would it have mattered if I did? 

How about a few one-liners 
for the end of days?— 

Depression is self-awareness, 
which you’d know if you were; 
I need Ritalin to listen to you, 
Lithium to hug you, 
Viagra to feel you, 
and Valium to sleep. 

All you need 
is me standing there, waiting at home 
with turns of phrase and word plays 
telling you about why I hate Ayn Rand 
but want to buy as much as I can 
and how I love celebrity gossip 
and detest poetry slams 
and find rhyming trite 
except when I am. 

Hypocrites can still be right, 
which you do understand 
because you nod at my nonsense 
about fighting the man. 

But now, at the end of all things— 
I’m speechless and witless and pointlessly well-read, 
and you’re just sitting there, smiling 
asking me to pass the bread.


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The Red Empress

Snarling contempt hiding behind a warm smile
Your black heart throttles your deception
Words spoken are a poison
Shielding my mind
 
A current of blood trails your wake
Cracking the mantle
The foundation crumbles
Grey ash billows from the marble
 
In your summer dress
Now dark stained with the deceit
Decrepit and impotent
Quake at your presence
 
 Blinding pain
Necks whiplash in your scorn
All shall flee
All shall fail
 
My pain is your fuel
The pyre burning strong within me
Lash at me more
Push me away
 
Blood from the pores
Crying at the past
You built us up
We were to last
 
The more taken away
Beckons me to remain
The others matter not
It’s for you to say
 
Sit upon your throne, Empress
The skulls craft your chair
Black veins are your skin’s décor
Your snarl begs for more
 
Smoke and ash in my vision
The world is smoldering ruin
Cries of the damned excite you
Grip me by my neck
 
Flames lick our bodies intertwined
Brief flashes of your promise
Shall we burn forever in your reign?
 Or should you suffer too;
And writhe in our pain?


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Borderline's Wreckage

I'm Agonizing every Word that my mind Creates You've done this all to me release your wrath to Me You wonder How much a Human Heart can take I've reached the limit You've invaded me on every level none of this is Mine anymore I can't bleed enough for You We're through This, This Torture Homicidal With You Suicidal Without You Feel Free to abuse If it's you I won't lose The Winds push away The Vines pull forth I'm at a lose on what to do So very lost and Confused Don't say we're through Homicidal With You Suicidal Without You I Hate you ...Don't leave me I push you so far away But need you so close I'm on the edge you're all I really need I'll do anything Just don't Abandoned me leaving has it's toll Homicidal With You Suicidal Without You


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The Unknown Poet n' the Lover with an Immortal Heart (Part 5 Final)

This new born day I celebrate your souls release from guilt n’ captivity since that day you 
felt a carnal touch of sin within as your hands played poetically upon the curves of your dead 
lover’s silken skin…
I know now  you made your way to the top of the rocks to plant a tree to guard this sacred 
place where I fell from thee n’ you repeated the poetic chant of love’s abandoning to follow 
me into our karmic destiny…

On that fateful day your soul bled away at the top of this crest by a solitary juvenile tree, 
your body of words fell to the rocks at the base of this cliff, embroidered into the blood of 
me…
The one who would hold a feather to her face on this crest by the sea n’ remember finally 
the days gone by of you n’ me, our deaths from love’s abandoning when you my love were 
lost to this world n’ me for ten centuries…

I now await destiny as we will love forever more with immortal hearts…


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The Mayan Declared

The year is 2025 I have come back to my past To witness the Mayans Who said Earth would not last 2012 Was the year they declared That the planet we knew Could never be spared An Asteroid shower We could never comprehend Sends this heaven to hell In catastrophic spend The first to hit Was the daddy of them all Our axis twisted The human race in fall Just of Madagascar In the Indian Ocean It's where it all started That set our demise in motion Tsunami waves Like giant tower blocks Swamped Indonesia As Polynesia rocked The force of impact Reverberated west On the Canary Islands A dormant volcano so reft It's massive mountain side Into the Atlantic slipped To the eastern seaboard Of the United States it shipped A second Tsunami Half the world long Would submerge the east Taking the weak and the strong The second to hit Hit a place struck before Tunguska in Russia Receives another sore Daylight turns to night As earth meets our skies Fallout from the reactors In shattered demise Radiated clouds Eventually filter down Leaving bleeding lacerations As we humans death drown Smaller asteroids Some just a few hundred feet Around the world they were marvelled Until they meet their greet The place where I stand now Was Yosemite National Park Now dark ridges of black So bare and stark It's been many many years Since the sun shone through the screen When I close my eyes I remember When the earth was lush and green How many of us survived Will we ever know Was this in our destiny I think all around me, now shows


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Painless

Take my heart, blow my mind. 	
Throw me down, listen to me whine.	
Speed my pulse, flush my face.	
Reel me in and off my tracks.		
Watch my eyes fade to black.		
Tear me up and crush my soul.	
Eat my heart out for that is your goal.     
Darken the sky and chill my skin.	
Make me throb deep within.		
Shove my body against a wall.
Agressive, mean, and most dangerous of all.  
Get me going with your touch,		
Make my blood come out in a rush.	
Bruise my skin and slit my wrists.	
Make me clench my dirty fists.		
Run me over with your madness.	
Kill me easy, quick, and painless.


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Emotions

Emotions to fill the vastness of a lake.
       I think of you drowning in that lake.
       I offer you my hand, and
  lacking the courage 
 of your convictions
 you say no.
 And you wallow 
 in your sorrow,
   and the banks overflow.


Details | I do not know? | |

Wrath of the Flying Dutchman

  Among the cries of lonesome gull
  A crude cross-slash, grinning skull

  Below the tattered crimson sail
  Those that did weather the fiercest gale
  Noblemen fearfully bow
  Seamen kneel before its prow

  Quiver before the pirate`s might
  A vision of ivory, dark as night
  We slowly conquer waves of teal
  All eyes follow the steady keel

  The ebony ship, its purpose grim
  The treasure hoard hidden within
  Like a glittering blade, swift and sure
  Cursed to never dock at shore

  Remembered in forgotten lore
  Not even the bravest Mortal knave
  Shall escape the wrath of the grave
  So we sail forever-more


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The Chasm Of Depression And Death

The Chasm Of Depression And Death

Screams heard in the far off distance
Tales of pain and horror
Echoing through the night
They call for a hope that is never to come
Their calls fall on deaf ears of those who went before
The light from the distant blood red moon is dim in lost chasm
Unable to show what the night has hidden
Depression and thoughts of death fill the air
Young people die by their own hands
One useless suicide after another
Their futures destroyed while their screams go unanswered
Hope hides on the edge of the valley
Just out of reach and so far out of their dreams
It waits for someone to find it
Wanting to reach down to help
It starves from the lack of attention
Young people dying in a chasm of depression and death
Never giving life or hope a chance
Never looking to the heavens
Never finding what they should have seen all along
If only someone, somewhere would have said something
Made them look harder at the edge of the chasm
Maybe it could have saved just one life
Then another and another until the chasm closed
And no other young person would fall into its depths


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Why Must It Be

Can I let you go? Will you be okay? Where you're headed now...to a better place Listen to my words of forgiveness relieving this pain I'd give anything to have you back again To hold you once more in my arms, one more day of happiness you now dwell within my heart Your innocent smile is forever a distant memory, and the times that we share are precious treasures that I spend reliving The Shadow of Death Took you in just one breath Why must it be? I cry behind this closed door, searching desperately for an answer, yet all I feel is an emptiness inside... despair haunts me forevermore Why did you have to go? Why did you have to leave? Why does this have to hurt? Cancer robbed thy life from thee... Why must it be? Fly away Angel Child of Mine Trod thy broken paths, roam away, fly and be free... Why must it be?


Details | Ballad | |

Violet

In London, away in a terrace
Half-hidden with elm trees and grime,
Lived young Violet, in her parents' house,
Left alone for near all of the time,

As her mother had no patience to teach her
And her father was working all day,
Violet read to herself through her childhood
Forgetting her seclusion in play,

Any friends she made as a young woman
Would laugh at her stitches and cloth,
For they knew that Violet was quite useless
And so showed their neat needlework off,

Poor Violet kept trying her best, but
Each time everyone ran her down,
She retreated back into her mind's warmth
Far away from that cold-blooded town,

Then one night, as the raindrops were piercing
Through the rueful, restricting twilight,
Violet threw on her Sunday attire and
Did at once in the darkness delight,

So she ran through the alleys and gardens,
Dancing down the pitch-black London streets,
Her beautiful dress flew about her
As she skipped past the other deceits,

Violet's stories swam round in her memory
As she flew through the night and the stars,
And she bathed thoroughly and with relish
Until Violet was cleansed of her scars,

Now her heart was open and happy,
So she laughed and fluttered her tail,
Carelessly gliding free through the water
And onwards to the ocean did sail.

As the weary sun rose on the next day
Her friends could be seen on the pier,
Dabbing at their dry eyes with their hankies,
Voices straining trying to sound sincere,

"It has hurt us so indescribably,
That because of her poorly-sewn hems,
Violet felt she was inferior to us
And has drowned herself in the Thames."

Violet's parents had not yet noticed
The absence of their only daughter,
And they would understand even less
How she came to be dead underwater,

But Violet was now free to prosper,
To swim and to dance and to glide,
And with angels and mermaids to play with,
She would always in her dreams reside.


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THE PRICE OF OIL, PART I

The nurse ordered her to push, push, push
in her best proper voice 
and linen balled in red fists knotted
and sweat falls from red face knotted 
while Billy, head first, tugged and yanked by nurse's proper hands, 
emerges, gently laid upon the blood soaked sand 
motionless in the sulfur haze, almost well-behaved 
amongst the rifle clatter and bewildered screams - 
get down! get down! get down! 
while Billy breathes slowly, undisturbed, 
his eyes closed with new mom 
gently caressing matted, cark curls, 
her fingers, no longer knotted, extended,
Billy's tiny hands and infant fingers 
grip the plastic ribbing 
around the rifle barrel smeared in stickiness that flows out 
from below Billy and onto sand, puddling, his lips chapped and parted, 
suckling as new mom exhausted weeps 
in relief of two arms and two legs and everything okay 
as she holds him, hurting for him, 
everything that might happen, 
everything that will happen, 
and she drifts off to slumber, 
mother and child peacefully spent 
in soft pretty colors 
and the soft murmur of the television as the sedan 
with government plates at the curb 
and a Marine in dress blues (Oh, God) stands plastic in the doorway 
and uses his best proper voice (Oh God, not Billy, Oh God) 
to regretfully tell her, 
and uses surprised hands to catch her when her legs 
regretfully cannot hold her 
and she sobs on the floor like a mother who outlived her son, 
exhausted as the day Billy was born.
Screw this war.


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Anorexia Nervosa

A child
No more than 12 years old
Sees images of women
Thin
Beautiful
Rich
Wanted
She looks in the mirror
She doesn't see the image
Her body doesn't fit the mold
Movies, TV and magazines
Tell her she is not what they want
She is not thin
She is not beautiful
Everyday her eyes cry as she looks at who she is
The perfect her hidden within
The beautiful soul they will not let her see
She diets
She starves
Still she does not fit the mold
She feels unloved
Unwanted
Eating less than a cracker a day
Throwing up the scant food she eats
Her body changes
Wasting away
They make her up
She wears a beautiful white dress
They close the lid
Denied the perfect her
The person she should have been
She lies in eternal rest
But she is loved
She is wanted
She will be missed


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holokauston Page 2 of 2

After the quiet we all have to go
Dragged and carted by the Sonderkommando
To be dumped in pits covered by lime
A race to dispose by it's Human slime

Auschwitz, Buchenwald & Dachau slaughtered
Many a son, many a daughter
Experiments on children women and men
Some aged 90, many under 10

In 45, their end was near, how many alive would reappear
As Russians, British and US troops
Chased the Hun to their German roots
Each camp reached showed it's sordid past
Where millions of me, were massively gassed

In Auschwitz, to this present day
Birds don't fly, no animals play
The reminder is all for there to see
Those terrible days what happened to me

It's 1948, our Nation is born
From histories past, populations torn
To all who survived I wish you well
And our new born world, called Israel 


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-2.php


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Suicide Child

I can't remember if the sun was shining
Or if the clouds looked down on me as I stood 
A child of ten standing on a window sill 
Whispering to himself he should

It started shortly after I woke
Distant where the trigger was
I'm guessing just the overflow
of everything they did and said

Finally ground down by all around
And though I'd fought for years 
Death becomes a friend
When she's the only one there for you

Knowing I would soon be in the playground 
Where no nurse could make better the names they cruelled 
Knowing my mothers boyfriend was down stairs 
Waiting for his latest vile whim to unfold

My mind consumed by every name called
I was not the same they proved 
Alone in my crowded thoughts
T o death I looked for belonging

As I dressed my imagination dreamt
What could happen today? 
Exploding into the unknown 
My strength rapidly dissolved
I could see no directions 
that didn't lead to another painful day

As my journey to the end begun
All they told me loading the gun
All that made me different from
Pushing me closer and closer to the edge of no return

In front of the mirror I stood
Cut off my curly hair
No longer the golliwog
That their taunts would compare

I covered my skin in talcum powder
As I didn't want to be
That horrible thick coon
he always called me.

My hair a mess
My colour unmasked
Tired, Frightened, alone,
I decided enough, enough

Standing on the window sill
The last bastion for survival colliding inside 
As the exhausted wishes to hang on
Were overcome by the desperation to escape this hollow excuse for life

No single tear a cry for help
As id learnt they choose not to hear
I urge myself towards an end to the hurt
where the crying would clear

As I engulf my mind in my final moments
And call for death to take my hand 
From across the road a woman called 
To this day she probably doesn't know she saved my life

Tears unintentionally
Created rivers down talcum powdered cheeks
But my mother didn't laugh 
when she found me

I guess that's where you'd expect everything to be made right 
I guess that's where I learnt to no longer believe
Through every promising word in the wake of what could 
They didn't do what they should


Details | Rhyme | |

With Him goes a Rose

It was only a few days
On their barren soil
Through a doorway he went
So many lives now spoiled

An explosive device
Plastic in design
Could never be detected
Now a life resigns
 
The regimental medic
Rushes to his aid
To stem his internal bleeding
Through his eyes he fades

His lifeless soul lies lonely
As he is gently stretchered away
Where he will be flown back home
To where the angels play

In honoured ceremony
As he is carried to his carriage
On the tarmac awaits
His fiance, without marriage

In the chapel of rest
She stands in a tear laden pose
Her tribute to her lost one
With him goes a Rose

For tomorrow she will awake
A new day in her life
As she remembers her love
Who would have made her his wife




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss-2.php


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

I Need to Sleep

This searing pain within my chest
This urgent need to lay and rest
And rid me of my sheer distress
When did things become  a mess

These jarring thoughts going through my brain
They do not stop going round again
I live in fear of all I meet
I want to leave and to retreat

My anguish is not plain to see
It engulfs all parts of me
It stabs at me like sharp shards of glass
Nowhere to go, nowhere to pass

I feel no hope or motivation
No love or hate or devotion
I feel I’ve lost the will to live
I have nothing left to give

No one hears my rising cry
No one cares if I live or die
No one knows what it is I feel
No one knows what to me is real

I need to leave to find relief
I have no hope and no belief
So as I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord my soul to keep


Details | Free verse | |

Her only way out

Rejected
Defected
A hopeless case
Lost, drifting
Vanished without a trace
Sorrowing, woeful
Mired in despair
Anguished
Frustrated 
Tearing out fistfuls of her hair
Lonely, yearning
Trapped in solitude
Hoping for a pitying hand
To raise her up and help her stand
Desperate, on edge
Whirling this way and that
Frantic, caged
Like a hissing wild cat
Untamed, undisciplined
An unbroken horse
No kindness, no softness
Her spirit so unyielding and coarse
Is there any hope for her now?
To whom can she turn?
Who would want this rebel child...?
Who can lure her in from the wilds?
Perhaps there is nothing left for this witch
But the muzzle of a gun,
Pressed to her cheek,
The squeeze of a trigger
So obliging and meek
And the crack of the bullet
Splintering her skull
The closing eyes
The graceful fall
And then...
The bloody bittersweet end of it all



Details | Rhyme | |

Wars of Difference and Different Wars

Dream on man
War is constant
It has gone beyond
Catholic or Protestant

Religious wars
From our short lived past
Will never dilute
As long as we last

In this modern world
We fight for different reasons
What ever the excuse
And in any season

We fight over land
Imaginary WMD
Even over soccer
How the hell can that be

We now fight over oil
In a camouflaged war
Taking innocents with us
In public deplore

Guerrilla, assault
Bombing with precision 
We vote them in
As they twist their decisions

Dream on man
War has changed
Greed has taken over
From the pasts deranged




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-3.php


Details | I do not know? | |

What is left to say...

Huddled, hands entwined as one,
the thoughts, the dread
felt like a terrifying storm,
its destruction powerfully felt.

As the tear flowed freely
and anxieties grew,
they clung tighter, closer;
though they already knew.

The room though non-sterile
reeked an aura of death,
for in this solemn room;
their worst fears were met.

As the doctor walked in
eyes stoic, stature tall,
he uttered the words;
your baby is gone.

She fought with the spirit
of one wise beyond her years,
you may be with your baby;
her sweet soul is now free.

Huddled, hands entwined as one,
they wept together, what was left to say.
The drunk driver who killed their baby
in this karmic world;

would pay; would pay.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Anomalies

Red angry lines cut against
My white pale skin
A contrast to the perfect
A flaw in the flawless
So imperfectly perfect

Others- they don't understand
How beauty prevails in such a thing
They don't understand how amazing
The pain can be

It's a portal to another world
A world free of torment and trouble
One where freaks like us can survive
It's the escape

Escape is what we want
What we need
We crave it as a baby craves it's sleep 

We are the cattle in a slaughter house
The prisoners on death row

We are the freaks they hate upon

The imperfections that never fade

We are us

But us is never good enough

Not for them


Details | Free verse | |

The Jester

The Jester puts on her smile,
Plastered to her make-up smeared face.
Bright lights blind her empty eyes.
She can see no one in the crowd.

Inside her mind,
She screams for release.
Twisting the head off her doll,
Blood runs down her cheeks.

Her hands gripped tightly around the neck of the doll,
She pulls as hard as she can.
No one’s around for miles;
They left her to die.

Smiles and laughs surround her,
Taunting her every move.
They tease and mock her,
Pointing out flaws.

How her hair sticks out;
How her tooth has a chip in it.
Her eyes go dark as she wishes them death.
Under her breath she curses.
They will never lead happy lives.
They will know what it’s like being a puppet.

Just a toy in a closet,
Thrown around like nothing.
She wants to rip them all apart,
Limb by limb till there’s nothing left.

In her mind she makes up stories.
Stories where she’s no longer the jester,
No longer do they laugh at her.

With bloodshot eyes,
She cranes her neck to the sky.
Her screams echo through the stadium,
Reverberating off the walls, 
Bouncing back to her ears,
Killing everything in its path.

She falls to the ground in a puff of dirt.
When it clears,
The Jester is nowhere to be found.


Details | Rhyme | |

Necessary Evil

take this blade 
and cut your wrists
make escape holes for the devil

let him leave you
through the bleeding
make the world then somewhat level

it's a sacrifice 
most unholy
but for the good of all mankind

so take thy soul
unto the slaughter
and you'll find i'm right in time

sure i'm just 
your shoulder demon
and yes i've fallen from what's divine

but no lives
will get saved this evening
'less you're willing to cross the line


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Broken

Broken
So Broken
Like Shards of glass
I'm shattered
A million pieces scattered
 across the floor of my heart
Beating,
    Pulsing,
         Throbbing,
               for your love.
But I am not worthy
 for anyone's heart,
  much less yours.
For so long you were my heart
And now you are gone.
 I am dying
from the inside out
Like a knife carving its way out of my chest.
Blood trickles,
 as I leave this place.
Sweet release


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Sitting On the Dock With Rene

I left my home, it  wasn't  so gorgeous,
but I knew I could no longer stay
I had nothing to live for,
seemed like only sadness would come my way,
headed for any deep water bay,
sitten' on the edge of sadness,...
wasted by time.....time...

on the bay of grief and sadness
I sat and wondered aloud....
how can I feel so lonely....
even in the midst of a crowd?

sittin' on the dock of sadness bay
wearing my ......crow....crown.....

I was royal fodder for sorrow,
looked like just sh_t would be comin' to me
I wanted so much to hold him,
but somehow   fate would not let that be.....

so I'm sitten' on the fringe of cryin'....
every day.....ay, ay, ay, ay...

I'd whistle if I could...
and if it'd bring him to me
for just one more day...
but my throat is simply too.
clogged with tears
what can I say?

I sit on the riverbanks
of mighty river styx
the river I've longed to cross
so I could hold him once more...
but sadness has stranded me
here, on this lonely shore...

for Rene, my sister in sorrow,
among the millions of us in
the dark seas of grief....


Details | Acrostic | |

Battle Within

She's fighting a silent battle within.
No one notices, no one cares.
She wants it to end, but not knowing how.
The torment is so strong.
In her mind she wants to die. 
No matter how hard she tries.
She cant fight no longer,
Tears will flow but she will know,
it will get better with her gone.


Details | Ballad | |

Martyr for the Unorthodox word

If I had over 10,000 dreams You'd be the only thing my mind could see Judgment couldn't be real Succumbing to the fear of this cold life Find a way to break through The self-destruction of wordly delusions Don't tell me I've lived so long in a lovely illusion Break me down until we find a Nirvanic state Then bring me a savior from transgressions An atoning sacrifice Send down to me a messenger for me to submit to Bring me the truth to break through The delusion Bring me the messenger to explain it all And let me leave behind Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Without a will to fight But I have the Means to be free I'll try to go with the word I believe But so many stones to be thrown Stakes to burn, limbs to break Faces to hate, scorns to taste Will I have the will to die Despite all of the tears no one will cry Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Broke my will Safetefied my soul Martyr for the Unorthodox word Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Without a will to fight But I have the Means to be free I'll try to go with the word I believe But so many stones to be thrown Stakes to burn, limbs to break Faces to hate, scorns to taste Will I have the will to die Despite all of the tears no one will cry Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Broke my will Safetefied my soul Martyr for the Unorthodox word


Details | Free verse | |

The house eaters

1.
My grapefruit tanned
toothpicks
bow above
the five-day flattened
spot
in an olive shag carpet
tracing grandpa Leo's 
blueprint,
with one encapsulated
toe –
this is the femur, this is
the head,
this is the fist, the ring
finger, the soul.
I search for any blunt
white quivering slivers
of Caroline's purported
fly fetuses.

2.
Huddling behind the
corpse
of an old hospital bed,
a framed photo 
smoke browned and
wearing my toddler face,
watches
his children choke
hushed, broken
sentences

this will be yours, my
plate, separate the
holiday china…

an enigmatic language
that hovers in
smoke stretched rings
to wilt
upon the hallway
bulb.

3.
I am left
the ceramic cygnet,
and an ivory carved 
dromedary.

These artifacts
plucked
from his porcelain
menagerie
that I decipher 
through dust fingerprints
for
one small inheritance of
a memory.

4.
Tomorrow,
Aunt Rose
puts price
to his bibelots,
the olive shag carpet,
even cousin Amy's 
plastic horse,
who was accidentally
left to pasture on an 
afghan.

A silver plated glass cage
image of her past,

she says she will whittle
all of him,
from the
wooden
house 
bones.



Details | I do not know? | |

Whose Death?

By the snap crack clackings of my thumbs
Something wicked this way comes
In robes of finest silk did it dine
and found our flesh most divine

A creature who wore the cloth
In life did it spit upon the cross
To eat the flesh, and consume the blood
And many have drowned in it coming flood

Long, lean and sheik
It's gaze can make many a man meek
Teeth of bright white
Polished to hide the deeds of its night

Upon my house did it knock
Pray sanctuary with the blessed souls
Standing beneath our clock
Did it ask the toil for it's stroll

Clad in its finest Black cloth
Book in hand and cross over chest
Did it read the Lord's Prayer over our broth
Little did we know it was our last Prayer under our family Crest

It dined that night upon the flesh
It suped our blood while it was fresh
I watched my loved ones dies one by one
Wondering when it's deed would be done

Awashed in chilling foresight
That this will be the first night of many to come
It approaches me and picks me up as you would a doll
Then rests me on the table near it's bowl

Smiling down to me as if it was in delight
It shows it blood stained fang enhancing my fright
It pets my head tiding my hair
Speaking to me as if it offered me life, does it truly dare?

Good evening, young Hostest. 
One so full of life, should never be fearful of one such as myself
The table you set I must protest does not suit my palate so I took matters into hand
And as such I must offer more to you for going out of my way 
would you join me and my merry band?

Let me be a guide for your weakened heart
And show you the warm sweetness of your own blood
I shiver and shake, lost in the dark
Do I tread the mud filled waters of this demon who took all from this fool

Now in all the ends of days do I ask
Did I die that night,
Or is it you that died?


Details | Quatrain | |

Dad

I'm sure you think I'm crying.
You think it hurts so bad.
The only thing that truly hurt,
was when I lost my dad.

He really wanted me to know
the way life was meant to be.
He always tried to help me out.
He truly cared for me.

I pray one day I'll see him
laughing once again.
He was so much more than people knew.
He was part of a bigger plan.

Now he's gone to heaven
and I hope he's looking down.
I need him still to guide me
when I laugh and when I frown.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Will No One Save The Children?

Have you seen
A child smile?
The answer is no
Not for a while.
Have you played
With a child today?
The answer is no
Not since their innocence was taken away.
Can you see
The children grow?
The answer is no
There are no children at home.
Can you feel
The children love?
The answer is no
They lie beneath small graves just dug.
Can you hear
The children cry?
The answer is no
For the children have died.


Details | Rhyme | |

October

Autumn winds sway the trees,
blowing, swirling dry brown leaves,
coats of dogs and cats get thick,
dusk is grey and comes too quick.

Early morning skies are pale,
fog becomes an earthly veil,
great piles of pumpkins crowd the stores,
Halloween candies by the door.

Iron colored is the sky,
jostling clouds hurtle by,
kitchens smell of pumpkin pies,
lightning crackles through the skies.

Meadows brown and fields lie fallow,
noon is bleak, the light seems shallow,
October is a month of death,
poppies draw their final breath.

Quick as death the summer's gone,
rain and tears are Autumn's song,
silent God who answers naught,
thirty years of answers sought.

Under bleak and barren trees,
voiceless sorrow no one sees,
weary souls detest their fate,
and search in vain for heaven's gate.

Yesterday was just a dream
of zippered lips and childhood screams.


Details | Free verse | |

The Picture

Photograph's can easily deceive.
       Seeing her pose next to this man is make-believe.
The smile on her face is a lie,
       and you can detect the misery in her eye.

This picture has so much sadness hidden from view.
       You can't necessarily see the distress she's going through.
Nor can you see the marks across her chest that are black and blue.
       She's fighting the same spousal abuse you watch on the six o'clock news.

In this picture you just can't see the physical pain.
       But with his arms around her, you can sense the disdain.
The picture does not show fists clenched at her side.
       It is the "fear" she is unable to hide.

In the picture you're unable to see emotional scars tormenting
       her mind.
There's bile in the back of her throat because the guy has his 
       hand on her behind.
She tries to muster the courage to escape the rapes but she's
       terrified.
Hard to believe this is not the once giggly bride that had her
       dream wedding by the riverside.

In this picture you can't see the many addictions,
       or in their house know his restrictions.
They are on the verge of eviction.
       Hospital or death is her family's prediction.
No court order can stop the bloodshed.
       Before this picture is developed this
once happy full-of-life girl will be dead!


Details | Verse | |

Not a Human

I have once pulled out my hair.
Eaten my tongue and sliced the skin.
Closed my throat and-hanging-flailed.
Cross the Styx in death's boat I've ridden.
Dying-slowly-with bones weak and frail
by darkness and despair as I see no light.
My heart weighs heavy for the test it failed:
too sick to be a human, quite.

I have danced to the tune of Pan,
and sang a song to the Man in the Moon.
Tossed off my clothes and naked I ran,
to my grave as I face my doom.
Dark closing in on the left and right,
as I close the doors to my tomb.
A human? Hah! Not a human quite.

I have felt the cold steel of chains.
My wrists internally raw.
Grit my teeth in all my pain-
in my face, 'tis the Horned One you saw.
I have abandoned this hopeless flight,
and been lost in a sea of flaws.
Too flawed to be a human, quite.

I have once been clear as air:
Invisible, yet you breathe.
As air, I am treated rarely ever fair.
You walk through me all the while I seethe.
I am nothing-you are immune to my plight,
for in me you will never believe.
For I will never be human, quite.


Details | ABC | |

Prophecy's Peril

Armageddon approaches as
Bombastic
Charismatic characters'
Daring-do
Enlarges evil's
Fissure
Grown too
Huge horror of
Islamic
Jewish and Christian
Knockout
Linking
Menacing multiple
Nukes
Onto an ancient
Prophecy as
Quieter heads
Reasonably
Seeking solutions are
Turned 
Upon by
Vituperate voices
Wailing war who wait
Xpectantly for
Young
Zealots to enflame the world.


Details | Free verse | |

Writer's Block Is More Like Death

Drained of words. 
The flow has ceased and the imagination is bled dry of originality. 
I'm left flipping through my past 
Scratched in ink across these pages. 

Thoughts long forgotten seemingly infantile, 
Paling in comparison to anything that's recently infested my mind. 
I sit in a cold room, locked away from the world 
Curled in the corner with a pen 
Stabbing into my skin hoping to grasp some idea of pain 
To cause a flood as I have times before. 

Theories I drew up in my rebellious youth circulate in my blood 
Causing a twisted sense of self-pride feeding my bitterness. 
My flesh is drained of color, painted with the whites and dusted yellows 
Of headlights passing through the blinds hanging limp over the window. 

I burn, burn away into the previous day 
Where I wasn't dependent on these words that keep me from jumping out of my 
skin. 
Sucking on the scents lingering in the air from nightmares to gain some 
inspiration 
I find myself dangling on the brink of insanity and mental collapse, 
Surrendering myself to the fear of another failure. 
Giving up to the truth that I'm living with the assurance 
That only cold soil and a glossy maple-wood box wait for me at the end, 
If I could afford even that.


Details | Free verse | |

OneThink

Death’s temporal non-living souls
steeped in ignorance inescapable,
marching lockstep brainwashed
in a wondrous stupefying age 
of the light bearer’s angst,
 
Cultivating choiceless awareness 
within mindless sentient spirits,
a new world order confounded, 
trampled under foot entranced 
in pursuit of thoughtlessness, 

Life’s oft-quoted recurrent tenet
of schizophrenic nescient beings,
induced by a rhapsodic paradigm,
partakers of Nirvana’s dire elixir 
of a malefic zeitgeist set free,

Humankind’s wretched odyssey
an incorporeal hysterical zeitgeist,
of pre-millennial enlightenment, 
decayed yet knowingly unlearned
in an post-apocalyptic world,

Man’s common present ubiquitous
reality check believed not to exist
an untruth born of ancient dormant
Aeolian intelligentsia on a journey
into forgotten forsaken places

Hell’s prophetical pre-existing toll
quibbling over doctrinal minutiae
a religilous Babylonian mystery
of exhumed re-animated flesh 
e’er cremated in Gehenna fire

Victims of one demonic otherkin’s
ubiquitous subliminal deception 
a masterful universal ‘Onethink’
culminating at Mount Meggiddo
destiny’s lifeless final chapter

© Eugene Harvey


Details | I do not know? | |

Suicide

I sit here all alone
It has been years since anyone cared
There has no one here to yell
No one to scream obscenities
Just me and a TV
Today even that forsakes me
Two hundred channels
There is not a damn thing on
Except a man of God
He talks of paradise
An afterlife of bliss
Never needing, never wanting
All I have to do is die
It would be so easy
The blade in the bathroom
A nice shiny edge looks so good
It feels so sharp
So good in my fingers
Who would know?
There would be no one to say stop
It would be over in a few minutes
I would just be there
Lifeless and worthless
Would it be worth it?
It is hard to think as I feel a pinch
Blood flows from my arm
Leaving a growing crimson puddle
I look down and watch
The last thing I see is that even in death
I will always be all alone


Details | Free verse | |

Words Hurt Worse

She lays there alone
Looking at the sky
She thinks of that saying,the one about sticks and stones
And says softly to herself "Thats a lie."
That day she had been called a pig,a *****, and a mutt
She had also been told she was fat,worthless,and scary
She wonders if she really is a slut
Soon she became ever so wary
Then she slowly sits up and draws out her knife
She thinks about that little trophy wife
Who muttered the 6 words "She should take her own life"
Slowly that girl puts her knife to her chest
As the words "Kill yourself" run through her mind
She stabs the knife into her chest just like the rest
If only one person had been kind...
Now she falls back into a lay
Wondering how long it will take for someone to find her
A year? A month? A day?
Everything fades into a blur 
She takes her last breath
Then finally she reaches her death


Details | Rhyme | |

Trapped

Feeling trapped within these walls
As I stumble with each fall
I try to hold my head up high
So, no one ever sees me cry
But in my mind I scream with fear
Painting pictures very clear
Please tell me this will go away
For it can't always be this way
I often wonder if it's me
It seems that no one else can see
Pain which dwells deep in my soul
Holding tight, not letting go
Yet, these scars which I wear
Tell a story I now bear
Scar I know can never heal
Reminding me this is real
Tomorrow is another day
As I stumble on my way
These voices screaming in my head
Are silent whispers now instead


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

Life Is Not A Song

It would be good to find a rhythm
But life is not a song.


Days passing with a sigh
Sketching bloodshot eyes for the 
Thousandth time
Both ears welcome in all your
Fears and my arms
Unwrap from myself and absorb the world

This is how I've saved your lives
And for all of the thanks, it can't justify me
Nobody there to pull me back when I try
To break through to the other side
Yet if all the dark was drowned out by the light
Who's to say there'd be anything left of me?

If I cry and collapse, is it me in command?
Or maybe the illness devouring me
Laughing caught in embrace with an intimate face
Could just be the meds overpowering me

Despite all my love and sympathy
I'm the one who my world revolves round
But the guilt even when I convert it to care
Melts in my mouth so I can't make a sound

So perhaps this is me, settled down into rhyme
Given up on my turn for a saviour
Trapped in distress in this mess for all time
Punishment for my selfish behaviour.


Details | Free verse | |

what would you do?

what would you do
If a person hurt you?
Would you tell a soul
about that horrid dreadful night
Or would you keep it to yourself
Letting the moments replay in your mind
day after day
night after night
feeling as if it was your fault
even though all you could do 
was lay there and struggle

what would you do 
if you held everything back
would you let it stay in
until one day it spills over
and your arms are lined with marks
from every blade you pressed
deep into your skin

what would you do 
if you lost your bestfreind
would you froget about what happened
or relive each second everytime you went to sleep
Listening to glass shatter
tires screeching
Blood splatter
children screaming
Death's laughter
would you wake up at night
tears streaming down your face 
wishing it had been you
wishing you could of done something
wishing that life wasn't so bad
wishing you could lay down
close your eyes
and just die


Details | Romanticism | |

Gun In the Closet

Gun in the closet,
One in the drawer,
One under the pillow,
Does he need any more?

Scotch on the bar,
Jealousy on the mind
Can take you too far...
Your fate can be signed...

A loud bang,
A jolt,
A puff of smoke,
Gone is Beauty
In one sad stroke...

The Devil helped
Pull the trigger,
Why?
Cause he loves
To make Good People die...

There is no way
I could live with this...
I'll hunt him down
If the law is remiss...

I won't need,
a gun or a knife
For me to take
this bastard's life

He's made us pay
The ultimate price
For you, your life,
To him, just a wife...

To me he killed
Both Love and Hope
And when I find him
Should he grope
For his gun
He will find
My hand has shoved
His nose 
Into his mind...

I'll break it first
for extra pain,
My vengeance will
Never be sated
For my prayer of hope
Is now in vain.




Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Ashes

Haunting memories break
the surface, struggling for
air to breathe and space to
occupy. Quiet dread fills
my heart, enslaved by
liquid lungs.

Panic at these bones that
I had buried. Stay down
in the peaceful dirt. But
some things will never lie still.
Truth breaks free, coloring
the gray.

I guess it's no more
than I deserve. The girl that
was once stuffed in closets, crammed
under beds. As this ancient relic
comes forth to stake a claim
on my life.

I remember being drunk
on sunshine, intoxicated by
lilacs, with the underlying hint
of rotten apples. So, go to sleep,
little angel. Fly away into the sun.
Leave me in peace with what I have done.

Turn away, little memory.
Remember however you choose but
I am far too good now to wallow
in deceit, filth and tar. I have
now a comfortable bed to lie in
and solitude.

I own all of my tragedies,
my flaws, my mistakes. I've
wrapped them all in bows and
packed them away with dust
for food. I am not that person
you knew.

You were aware that I
was no innocent. A gentle
waif that waited patiently
for you to be known. I
adore you for your understanding
and pretending.


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Honoring Sacrifice

For country, they chose to honor a call,
Now the piercing sound of a rifle's report.
An echoing trumpet, sadly says it all.
Let us hero our young as a last resort.

No image portrays our freedom's cost,
Like that of a flag draped casket.
A mental souvenir of war, un-tossed,
On display from memory's basket.

It serves to remind of a hero's place,
Should we treat it as a mere statistic.
For each had a home, name and face,
Harboring dreams that were realistic.

They abnegated those dreams for a chore,
Accepting that vitality might be tried.
Death isn't made a contrivance of war,
But a mental souvenir from those who died.


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Slow

Slow was the logo he had been wearing since he was born.
Born into a world of poverty and scorn. They look at you funny when your mom is 
destroying her fetus and it's not even born yet. 
9 months of pain in a bubble of insanity. Slowly fading. She didn't know how much you 
were going to be. 
So when the day came and she lied down on the table screaming and breathing. Cussing and 
fussing. Wondering why she didn't keep her silly legs closed.
But then you come around and your eyes were enough to tame her. No more stripping to make 
a dollar, no more crack pipes she wanted to be the perfect mother. She raised you right, 
though she made some mistakes she was really trying. 
Your first day of school she held your hand and cried because you were becoming such a 
little man.
She didn't yet know the hardships that were to come. The boat was solid now but the waves 
were sure to crash it.
The little boy strutted to school he wanted to make his mother proud but he didn't yet 
know he was going to be made a fool. 
First day of class and he could barely read. Teacher's crucified him because he didn't 
know his ABC's. 
From then on he was labeled slow. Got left back in the 3rd grade for him their seemed no 
hope. 
He went from being so determined to blaming his mother, the stress so enormous she 
started the pipe again.
The boy couldn't imagine how much he had hurt her. But he knew hurt as well and for now 
he felt he deserved to be selfish. 
Kids teased him every day, stole his lunch money, called him " slow" and a dummy. He had 
no friends and one day he turned to his mother. 
He said mom why is that every day I go to school and they tease me and I come home and I 
tease you. But you’re silent, you don't ever belittle me. Why is that mommy? He stared at 
her with intelligence in his eyes. The mother was silent for a second and then she looked 
into her baby's eyes and said " Because to me you are golden and even though they might 
not see it I surely know it".The boy looked at his mother and said but how can I be 
golden that's not what anyone says they all say that I’m slow. 
The mother looked at her son and reached out for his hand and slapped it. Didn’t I tell 
you never to listen to what other people say it only matters what you think? What do you 
think?  
The boy gazed into his mother's eyes and said " I think I’m really bright, if you can see 
it and I can see it than that's all I need to know. The mother smiled as he left her that 
day the future seemed bright.


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From Death's Embrace

life's efforts, in vain they shattered 
velvet cloaks of crimson tattered 
alone in darkness, they never mattered 
blades glisten, the sad eyes they flattered 

hand out-stretched, he stood alone 
fingers gleamed white of bone 
eerie whispers of prayers unknown 
no actions friends of God would condone 

leaning in with scythe in hand 
hollowed eyes of black depths command 
veins bled dry making stand 
against the embrace of Death's demand


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A Dark January

I

Boastfully, I regret no deeds,
my sins are minor, lame, and weak.
These children, though born dead, are strong,
like a necromancer, I make them dance.

Machineries, and wretched whores,
all linger midst my core's hollow depths.
So violent, I reproach their names,
like demons, they return the favour.

Silence now, no not a sound,
save for my gears, grinding gold.
A littany, these vicious lines,
meant to be enjoyed in Death.

So let me sleep, wake me not,
the Grave is my truest home.
Quietly, I shall decay,
and I will become my art.

II

Burn this body, this sinful cage,
bound to Earth's pleading ways.
My soul is chained within,
the keys just out of reach.

Pleasantries, I crave emotion,
intoxicated, I find them here.
Cells may rot, the better then,
so that the soul may roam.

Spread the ashes near and far,
somewhere left unseen.
Not valiant, not brave,
I am the Coward's King.

So still my heart of violence,
let the impurities flow.
Diminish all your foolish laws,
this soul belongs to me.


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Help

I tried to cry out,
I tried to say something,
I tried to speak up,
speak up and ask.
I tried to ask for help,
I tried so hard to be heard.
And no one heard.
I kept trying,
I kept calling and crying out.
Would no one hear me?
I tried to reach out,
out for help,
love,
security,
acceptance,
anything.
And no one heard.
Until it was too late.


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Take Me Away

Take me away from here,
From the noise and the pain.
Somewhere nowhere near;
Away from the stress and the strain.

Take me away from here,
From the shouts and the tears.
Somewhere nowhere near;
I've been hiding for years.

Take me away from here,
From the lonely days and nights.
Somewhere nowhere near;
Let's turn off the lights.

Take me away from here,
From these acts that can't be forgiven.
Somewhere nowhere near;
Some place much like Heaven.


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Hell Train

This train of pain stop’s at every
Train stop

Seeking all that want to step on
Board

You can buy a ticket or ride free

For he welcome one and he
Welcome all

Twisted faces cries out in a
Relentless cry

Welcome all and I want all

Screams of pain yell to the
Mountain tops

The pain clamps deeper with
With a eerie growl

He said let’s go for a ride

All Around the track and hence
Forth back again

Pain” O” pain run from me I
Swear I will be careful the 
Next go round

Give me peace and  make my
Body free

From this painful drunken state
Am in

For my eyes are blurry

My limbs is crackin”

So much pain for one to endure

The pain is cutting into my heart

It’s piercing through me like a
Sharp knife

Can’t you see my heart is losing
Blood

Drip, drip, drip my blood
Is Rushing and running on the
Floor

Please, Mr. Conductor stop this
Here train

All this blood is making me sick

Let off, “O” let me off

Know getting off you just enter
Into hell...


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Tomorrow Has Come And Gone

Years have passed since i dreamt that night
Noises in my head, waking up to that sight
Overnight my city in desperate plight
 
Tragedies followed as the population began to fade
The strong wallowed, as the weak frayed
Mankind shown to be true, as their actions displayed
 
I found i was not alone, as others had escaped the curse
Their actions that i witnessed, man doing his worst
Abusing, taking advantage in their normal daily thirst
 
The ones who lost their eyes, never seen their end come
Even the deafened ones, never heard the sound of a gun
The muted ones just gaped, as they all tried to run
 
The fortunate ones had prayed, on the inflicted souls in strife
Targeting the weak, playing with their lives
The killings and the maiming in typical murderous rife
 
Eventually the fortunate, wanted more and more
They fought amongst themselves just like they did before
Everyday i look all around me, forever will i abhor
 
I walk our cities and towns, thinking what they used to be
The hustle and bustle of life, in the world of you and me
One day i will go to sleep, when i awake what will i see



The follow up too " It Will Happen Tomorrow "



http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-6.php


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Suffer and Weary

I can see you through your hell.
Heaven doth mock you until you spill.
Just like old friends, 
Hand in hand, 
We bled.  

Tame the shrew, 
Untouched by filth
And rob her as she shrills.  
All the while, 
I’m spiraling 

A disease that makes everything unwell,
Smiling through the kinks, 
You undyingly dwell.  
What’s an angel to do
When no one can love you?  

Why does it have to be this way?  
Clouds pass thee hence, 
Dark neighboring expense;
Why are you this way?   
Master you will...

Pay me through your blood lead dense.  
Does it weigh you down today? 
You’ll find a perfect place to go
Where you can die. 
Ash torn ember will be your grave.   

Judgment hath remembered how far you’ve gone, 
A distance, 
Unwarily unsought,
Somberly carried; 
It’s with one last message I leave you….
Suffer and weary.  
 

.  


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Nothing More To Do With You

This ends right now.
Confided in me then threw it all away
There can be no love left within me
Angerfeardisappointmentdespair
But you've lost it all now - I've given up on you.

He's got you doing I don't know what
And the rumours are rumours but the rumours are true

And if I saw him I swear
I'd smash his face in.
Could do with another outlet after all
These stabbing shrieks inside my chest
Scraping at my flesh and bone
Won't let them penetrate me

See her; who is she?
Wonder if you know her
She's everything you pretended to be
Emotionless beneath that metal
Trusting no-one still being betrayed

Who are they in the frame with her?
These strangers who casually call themselves friends
You're so stupid
They couldn't care less
Watch you stagger and fuel the habits they helped you start

Mindless idiot.
She's going to die and she's taking you with her

Don'tpiercethatdon'tsmokethatdon'ttakethat
What more can I do when you block me out?
Sleep around black out come to me for comfort
Crazy little girl, could slash you and let all the bad rush out
But then of course we'd have nothing left
And it grieves me that it's come to this
Can't stand it anymore; you're on your own you've got a choice you'll make the 
wrong decision I can't be there to guide you

Confided in you then threw it all away
Can't keep these lame promises and I know
I said I'd always be there
But I was there for you and I'm talking to myself 'cause you're dead on the inside
And it's spreading fast.

Not one redeeming feature
Could rip you apart wouldn't harm you for the world
Save you from it all leave you there for them to get you
And they won't find my girl, person worth protecting
Her and you'll be there instead already gone already dead
You all shall scream
Won't turn my head

And I'll remember you today
For what you used to be
Days that seem too far away

You're ugly now in every way.


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Bloodline

  I know you tried to carve a line
across the wrists
of Father Time.




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Unless Otherwise Noted

Tempting it is to end it all
Overwhelming depression, Nothing but a normal day
Will I ever be able to put it down
The blade that has become my passage
To not a home nor place at all
But a moment trapped in time to relive
Clinging to life like a starved leech
It never seems to cut deep enough
I'll end mine to save hers
Once again I am selfless
Her wish was my command
Then I got trown into the sun
She was given everything
And asked for nothing
So in effort to alleviate her angst
I will condemn myself 
My needs never mattered to anybody
So I will rid the world of my disease
Unless otherwise noted


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Opening The Vein

Right now
     I have words 
flowing from my veins,
but what if it stops?
That can never happen
   all I have to do
   is slice another one open,
                     somewhere to dip my quill,
another way to release
       the torrent, 
            the flows,
                 the waves
of emotion that crash within me.
To eat away at the walls
that they use to keep the likes of me out,
but that can never happen
     I go where I want,
           the more unwelcome,
                 the more I'll be there,
 slowly pounding,
                     eroding,
                        wearing down
the barricades they set
to keep out the malcontents,
                           the undesirable,
         the vile,
              the evil.

Yes tis I 
the one no one would welcome
       howling in the back,
           scratching at the window,
               knocking at your door,
   pounding on your chest.

I have been here
                     forever....
      waiting....
           slinking....
              perched on your windowsill,
sitting just out of sight,
               'til the right moment.
That's how I do,
         that one second
                  can change your life,
and make mine last so much longer,
every little taste extends my being,
brings me closer to my next target.

As long as fear exists
        there will be me....


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Hello/Goodbye

When You See Me I Say Hello
When I Leave You Say Goodbye.
How Then Did I Not Know My Hello
Would Be My Last Goodbye.
When The Phone Rings I Hope To
Hear Your Voice And Its Soft Tone.
But When It Rings I Hear Someone
And Its Not You How Could This Be.
Your Sweet Hello's Come To Me Like
You Never Left My Tears Start To Flow
When I Hang Up The Phone.
Hello/Goodbye I Often Cry For Your
No Longer Here What To Do Where 
To Turn.
My Tears Start Falling And My Heart
Burns Because Your No Longer
Here To Guide Me.
Hello/Goodbye I Just Don't Want To 
Cry But I'm Hurting Still My Life Will
Never Be The Same.
How To Deal? How To Cope?
I Just Think Of You And The Tears
Just Start To Flow.
Hello/Goodbye God Why Oh Why 
Did She Have To Die.    





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From beyond the Grave

Your hands would just reach up 
And control my life 
Your eyes would open wide 
And rip open through my spine 
You would stir awake in your casket 
If only you could 
Your vengeance would never cease 
And you would rule the world 
From beyond the grave. 

Your will would just drive everyone away 
And I would be alone 
Your words would be heard by all 
And none would hear mine 
You would wake from the dead 
If only you could 
Your vengeance would never cease 
And you would rule the world 
From beyond the grave 

Your desires would stir the restless 
And they would do your bidding 
Your arms would open up wide 
And prepare to embrace the sky 
For you would rise to this occasion 
If only you would 
Your vengeance would never cease 
And you would rule the world 
From beyond the grave. 


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The Reapers Call

Loathing and choking in a smoke filled hall,
life passing by as I begin to fall,
fiery depths has taken its toll,
eternally falling as death takes its call,
meaningless choices in life,
as the reaper Say's hi,
I turn my cheek to say good bye,
hopeless to cry,
life is done and now its good bye!
as the light passes over I wander,
a endless journey in a new world before me,
Loathing in death and endless mourning,
tears of joy and hopeless tormenting,
I heath the call to end it all,
leaning forward to a endless fall,
Fields of joy,
Filld with light,
I walk through an endless night,
no exit or escape,
I run towards a hooded man in a cape,
eyes crimson with fury,
and a scythe at hand,
skin grey like stone,
in a soft voice he whispers to me,
the end is here and your to stay,
life is pointless if you throw it away!
peace and understanding to all,
by the moon and the stars,
we give freedom of worship,
to all,
freedom of the mind,
Heart, spirit and soul,
open your eyes to a new understanding,
of the world around you,
if you all took the time to breath,
you might see a better way,
Aces over kings,
empowerment is the key,
pure of hearts,
ritual of clubs,
spades of hell roam the hearts of sheep of Eden,
Truth comes in time and essence,
life goes on and so does Wicca for eternity!


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Crying, Sighing, Lying, Dying

Tired of crying
The same liquid anguish
The same  control pill
These tears are trying
These tears are winning
At mining out all optimism
At crashing all hopes

Tired of sighing
The wasted effort of pushing out air
An unheeded attempt
An unheeded despair
I've got nothing left
Had nothing in the first place
So why am I sighing?
If theres no memory to dream of

Tired of lying
This same old facade
My smiles are of a Noh mask
Interpret them as you may
A smile in irony
A smile in decay
I have a morbid sense of humor
But you can think I'm really happy
Your thoughts make no mark upon mine

Tired of dying
The same thing every day
My soul is broken into pieces
One dies a day
While the others just rot 
Waiting for their chance
Living like deer in headlights
Just terrified, blind, watching themselves die.


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Gospel Truth

I don't believe in the way things were.
I used to sit back and commend others for doing what I couldn't.
(it turns out, it was only what i wouldn't)

Every hand I extend in kindness is another step I long to take
And every note I sow, I swear it's because I know nothing else

Teach me shoulder-less love
Find me hope in the darkest hotels
Kill my distaste for
SOMETHING SO MUCH MORE!

I won't come back home
You don't need this throne
Fill my heart, I'm forlorn
Keep me out of this haze

Grace from remorse, let's turn this into a style
I'm alone in the next room
WAITING FOR THE NEXT GROOM
(the devil at the alter, the coffin in the courtyard)


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Home Is Where the Heart Is Stilled

Abandoned places,where
perhaps memories linger,
with wisps of wafting moments,
aware, somehow, even of  the now,
Though long forgotten by all others,
One wonders why, and surely how,
Such strong vibrations of the past,
Seem to time, to have taken a bow...

Gutted building, windows broken,
Creaking, leaking floor,
Last stepped on by the living,
So many, many years before...

Where lives were lived, and
deaths have come in their way,
To others, in a time gone by,
Who here saw their last sad day,
Tears were cried,hearts
were smashed,
Love withered, its flame 
reduced to ash...

Is this a mysterious black hole of time??
A singularity, of now and here...
Where time is not so limpid...
And death is always near,
And fear can swim in the unknown,
The fear of time's mysterious cloud...
As ticks, as tocks, somehow go forever by, 
so mysteriously, and seemingly, oh so loud...

What was the last calendar's  year hung?
The last phone call received,
And who had been the one rung??

Ghost House,
Ghost House,
Scary, time
abandoned place,
Secure in forgotten
nothingness,
And with time, 
you've lost the race.


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Wings of Lead

on wings of lead some shall fly
not to soar but to fall
weighed down by the burdens of life
they tumble out of control
unable to stop or slow down
the pain of life to much to bear
some don’t even care
they are lost and will not be found
their lives seem meaningless
doomed to an eternal wandering
there are those that soar
and those that fall
save yourself I’ll tell you 
while you still can 
for I am falling to
wishing I had done something so long ago
but now I’m falling and I cannot stop
nothing can stop me 
but hitting the bottom 
only death could stop me now
for I am falling and there is nothing to stop me
my life unlived and cut so tragically short
tragic to you maybe 
but freedom to me
no longer weighed down by the wings of lead
I am free of my pain 
pain so severe it made life unlivable
unable to soar with the rest
I fall as do so many
unable to keep up from the weight 
shackled to my misery and depression 
I pray for it to end quick
that I may be set free
free of what haunts me so gravely
the fear of life itself


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Sharpening the Knife

So what
Don't give me that look
It was just a cut
I am no crook

I feel better
To see my arm bleed
You yell, "Get Her"
But the cut is my feed

Why do you make me stop?
It doesn't hurt that bad
You are not some sort of cop
Cutting makes me glad

I don't feel anymore
But the sharp blade
I am no longer hurting in the core
All the feelings fade

I wear a jacket
To cover the scars
And I'll have to hack it
They are my permanent memoirs

So I'll just sit
And sharpen the knife
Don't throw a fit
This is my life

It's not like you know pain
I do, more then others
I live life in vain
And I won't get help from my mother

I don't want your help
Just leave me alone
So just hush your yelp
Don't give me that tone

This is my choice
Not yours to say
The cut is my voice
So just let me waste away...


This is for anyone, who has felt alone, you aren't, things can never be as bad as they seem, just keep 
moving and never give up.



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Redeath

Call
to me
   from stillborn silence
insistent intrusion
upon my sanctuary of
   absent black
sensory void
of
hateful
peace


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But Why Part of Mine

My lungs scream for air
But my throat is too tight for breath
Nobody is there to hear me cry
Nobody cares that I just want to die
No one understands the pain that is building up inside
It’s all a part of life
But why part of mine?
I try to move my hand
But my muscles are too tight for motion
Nobody is there to hear my try
Nobody cares that I’m trying to die
No one understands the emptiness inside
It’s all a part of life
But why part of mine?
I try to sit up
But my legs are too weak for standing
Nobody is there to hear me sigh
Nobody cares that I’m soon to die
No one understands what I’m feeling inside
It’s all a part of life
But why part of mine?
I try to wake up
But my eyes will not open
Nobody is there to hear me say ‘Bye’
Nobody cares that I know I will die
No one understands what it is going on inside 
It’s all a part of life
But why part of mine?


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Dark Land

the people are insane
and their all in chains
bonded to their fear or life
and I am one of them
the nights are long
and filled with pain
enclosing me in their arms of shame
theres no way out
no matter how hard I try
I can't find the key that will set me free
someone please help me
my freedom rots away
into an unknown feeling of decay
the end is near
I see it there
salvation is near
finally I can rest at last


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And Then

And Then…

My work finished
     I glanced back at the clock
Ah… The Witching Hour
     Hung heavy on the next tock
My thoughts raced back
     To childhood days
          To scary stories
               Round campfires haze
                    To daunting dares
                         In dark woods maze
               And then… It caught my eye

A phantom shape
     That just moments before
Had been shadows tossed
     Twixt the walls and floor
And I admit
     Twas’ dimly lit
          Random shapes
               In chances knit
                    Poorly viewed
                         From where I sit
               And then… I saw it move

Just then I thought
     Tis’ time to trust and pray
And steady my hearts resolve
     Should this be the reckoning day
And then I swear
     The room grew cold
          Events purpose
               Moved to unfold
                    My chest I clutched
                         My soul to hold
               And then… I heard it speak

“Time is at hand”
     And those words comforted it seemed
And my God in a timeless moment
     I became one with all I’d dreamed
Tis’ certain this
     Event of page
          Will visit all
               Upon life’s stage
                    Fully quenching
                         Life’s burning rage
               And then…


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We Lost More Than a Dad

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost half of how we came to be
We lost we four girls first love
We lost our Best Friend

We lost more than just a Dad that day
Our Mom lost her Soul Mate, Her other half 
Our children lost their Papaw
We lost our family’s foundation 
We lost the glue that held us together

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost the Strongest man we ever knew 
We lost the man we looked up too
We lost we four girls Teacher of many things

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We four girls lost our Hero
We lost some of our Light
We lost part of our Heart
We lost part of our Soul

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost some of our Courage
We lost some of our Strength
We lost some of our will to fight back
We lost some of our will to carry on
We four girls lost more than a Dad
We lost more than just a Dad that day


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Me, Myself, and I - (Part 1)

Hello Friends... I suffer from Severe Bi-Polar Disorder and this submission was inspired by 
actual events that occured during one of my especially critical manic episodes. Be sure and 
read Part 2 to complete the poem and leave your comments on the Part 2 submission. Thank 
you for allowing me to share my pain for pain shared is pain diminished 


Me, Myself, and I...


“There are things that concern us,”
		Consensed my “Selves” in earnest
““We” fear that “I” have succumbed to delusion”

“And after careful deliberation
		It is with much hesitation
That we choose to delineate upon this confusion”


“Fact is your intuition
		Is riddled with superstition
And your judgment leaves much to be desired”

“So you leave us no recourse
		Don’t push us to use force”
It is then that the “I” was summarily fired


I exclaimed “By whose authority?” Response, “Rule of majority”
“The “Myself” and the “Me,” (forthwith the “We”), are experts in our field”

“And with much technique and time
		And some forays into the sublime
The nature of your malady will be revealed”


“So to keep yourself from having a fit
		Step back and just calm down a bit”
“We,” they said, “certainly have this under control”

“We swear this won’t hurt at all”
		Then I felt my inhibitions fall
Still I said a prayer to God that He keep my soul


You know, fact is I do feel off axis
		As evidenced by such parapraxis
As this prose that I, (or is it “Us”), seek to pen

And with my mind feeling numb
		I finally chose to succumb
And allow the “Me” and the “Myself” to begin


And then came questions in a flurry
		Answer, answer and please do hurry
Not one moment of respite did they give

They pushed and they prodded
		With every “T” crossed and “I” dotted
My mind felt like it had gone through a sieve


And all this psycho-analysis
		Is causing my mind paralysis
The questions, can you stop with the questions please

“Yes, oh yes indeed
		I do believe we have what we need
To make an attempt to identify your unknown neuroses”


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I Hate You Cancer

Dedicated to my Dad who lost his short battle w/ Colon Cancer on June 18,2013

I hate you Cancer
Your vile evil and cruel
You don't care who you hurt
I'll never forget that day
I'll always hate you for it

Your heartless Cancer
You took someone important from me
Someone important from others too
Took people who didn't belong to you
I hate you for it

You disgust me Cancer
You had no right to take him from me
He mattered more than my very own life
I hate you for taking my Daddy
I hate you for taking others too

I hate you with a passion Cancer
You took part of my heart with him
You took part of my soul that day too
I hate you for it
I hate you I hate you I hate you

I hate you with every fiber of my being 
Go back to Hell where you belong
I hate you, others hate you
Your not welcome or wanted here Cancer

I hate you more than his doctor's
I hate you more than God
I hope I get to witness that day
Witness the day you fall
And you will fall Cancer

You're gonna lose the battle one day Cancer
I'm gonna laugh and dance around your grave
You'll finally get what you deserve 
And you'll never be able to take another soul


Sabrina Niday Hansel


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Details | Concrete | |

Squirrel

SquirrelDartingHereAndThere.
        m
   u         p
J               s!
Still.
On it s	    a      e
	c      tt       rs.
FULL of LIFE. 
ChasedAwayByThe neighborhood dog.
Still. 
Always listening.
Ears Perked.
ROAR!
      A
SP      T
      L
Gone.


|[Oli_12]|


Details | Free verse | |

The Loss of a Farmer of Man

The rivers of life are most dear to those with young.
These rivers supply life, ensuring the survival of what is most precious.
It is when the river runs dry; the last drops of liquid are tears...
Tears of all that is lost.

The fertile soil soon dries and becomes barren.
The efforts of man are unable to save the farm.
This farmer... a farmer for man... lost what is most dear.
His vision for the future has died.

The farm itself screams in pain as the river flows away.
Her life is leaving and she is unable to save what grows beneath.
What is most dear to the farm is dying.
Her life, everything she wanted... now stripped from her.

Such farms all have a gate that closes them to the rest of the world.
As the farmer stands staring at the sign above the farm... remembering that night.
He came from no where with no reason... stabbing his wife in her stomach and 
heart.
His memory, while staring at the sign..."Here lies both a loving wife and future 
mother."


Details | Couplet | |

Beyond The Gates

Behind these gates lay quite the scene
So very surreal, yet not a dream

Beautiful headstones, manicured lawns
My God the memories this place spawns 

The winding road, first turn to the right
Back to the beginning of my plight

Stopping next to the second trail
My heart and head pound like hell

On the left eleven headstones away
Like a movie my memory starts to play

People gathered from all around
My mother knew everyone in town

At the time I was still unable to speak
My shattered psyche was far too weak

I stood there broken and full of fear
Ashamed I could shed not a single tear

Ashamed I could speak not a single word
Inside my head so many voices heard

What did those voices have too say
That’s another story for another day

Those gates now hold so many I love
Everyone I once held above

Last time I entered them I was 32
Even though those gates hold all of you

Next month I’ll go back and explain why
Tell my mother the reason I couldn’t cry

Apologize to her for being broken
Leave flowers, a poem, and my N.A. token

That way she will know without any doubt
What her little boy ended up being all about

That her little boy is not broken anymore
Overcoming adversity is what adversity is for

And one day when I’ve completed my fate
I’ll be looking for her, “Beyond the Gate”


The Shafter, California cemetery holds my mother, Grandparents, my cousin James and many
close friends. The last time I visited them was approx. 18 years ago. It’s very strange
that I received, “Beyond the Gates” as my topic, because; I’ve been planning this trip for
months now. If not for that fact I would have most likely written this poem about prison
gates. I reckon all things happen for a reason. Thank you Constance writing this poem has
given me strength to help me do what I plan to do. Go make amends to the person who gave
me life and taught me the things, which stuck with me through it all. My Grandparents
never lost hope in me and always said, "One day Mikey will remember the things we taught
him and return to the Lord." I think they will be proud of the man who comes to visit them
next month.





Details | Munaajaat | |

Tell Me

I'm lost hurt and angry
Why did you take his life
I want, No I need to know
Tell me, Tell me why
I deserve to know

Haven't you done enough to him
What'd he ever do to you
He suffered his whole life
Suffered more than anyone deserved
Tell me, Tell me why you did it
I have a right to know

Why'd you let him born to them
Born to worthless parents
Parents who didn't care
They threw him away like garbage
Pawned him off on someone else
Tell me, Tell me why
Explain how you could do that

You gave him Polio
You let others treat him like disease
You took away the full use of his legs
You warped his hand and foot
Tell me, Explain to me why
I deserve to know

You let others think he was crazy
You let it go on for over year
You didn't stop it, Why
Tell me, Give me your reason
Answer me, Help me to understand

You go and make matters worse
You gave him Cancer
You didn't give him a chance to fight back
You just jerked him away from us
Tell me, Tell me how
How you could be so cruel

How can others not question you
When others do it, It's murder
But when it's by your hand
It's your will, Their fate
Tell me, What makes you so different
Your no better than the demons knocking at the door

You heard me beg and plead
You know I'm not afraid to die
I was willing to carry it all for him
I was willing to take my Daddy's place
You didn't even let me say Goodbye
Tell me, Tell me why I couldn't take his place
Answer me, you owe me that much



Sabrina Niday Hansel
~Niday40873~

(motif) Spiritual


Details | Lyric | |

Don't Cry

Please don't cry over my casket 
For I am not there 
Please don't cry at my grave 
My soul has been set free 
I know it's hard not to cry 
I've been down that road one to many times 

I have no more pain 
I have no more sickness 
And I would not change a thing 
As I walk threw the gates of Heaven 
Mom Dad our brothers and sisters 
Will welcome me with open arms 
Here I am free of that pain 

Don't blame yourself 
It was my time to go home 
This is where I'm supposed to be 
Don't dwell on things which you can not change 
I will always be in your heart 

I will always be watching over you 
When that day comes for you to come home
I will be there to welcome you 
With open arms
And walk you threw the gates of Heaven 
You will be greeted by our family & friends
Who came home before you 
Until that day I will be watching over you


Details | Couplet | |

A Prayer for my Wife

                           A Prayer for my Wife


Now I’ll tell you all the details if I can keep from sheddin’ a tear
Last night when it got late and really quiet around here 

I got down on my knees, crossed my heart and began to pray
And in the darkness between me and God, here’s what I had to say

I love her so much Lord and I just don’t know what I’d do
I’m afraid that she won’t make it, that’s why I’m coming to you

Here with my heart open, at your mercy down on my knees
I’m begging’ you with every heartbeat, Oh Lord hear my pleas

I don’t know what your plans are or what you have in store
And I know I don’t deserve her and that she deserves much more

And don’t misunderstand Lord, I don’t assume any obligation
For your bounty in our life has exceeded all our expectations

But please allow her to live and me to be a part of that life
And I swear I’ll make this beautiful woman proud to be my wife

And if it’s not in your plans Lord then I pray that you take me instead
Cause’ I can’t live without my love, I’d be better off dead

And no excuses for my past Lord, but I’ll do better than I’ve done
I ask you only this, my lord, in the name of your Son.

I wiped my tears as I said my amen’s and prepared myself to stand
Stepped up next to your bed and began to caress your pretty hand

I stared off into space as all the memories came flooding in
Reliving each and every moment, over and over again

And as the first rays of sunshine, streamed in past the curtain
I felt an overwhelming peace calm my mind and ease the hurtin’

I felt compelled to kiss you so I pressed my lips to your face
And it seemed the room was filled in the beauty of God’s living grace

And you slowly opened your eyes and smiled for me to see
And I knew the Lord my God had given my sweet wife back to me


Details | Lyric | |

The Sex Confessions

The Bed
Your Mouth
My Touch
Our Lips

It’s a fever
In the night
Forbidden

Forbidden

Desecrated and damned together
Desecrated and damned forever
One naked flesh, we’ll die together
One naked flesh, making love forever

The Flame
Your Cries
My Salt
Our Wounds

It’s a fever
In the night 
Forbidden

Forbidden

Desecrated and damned together
Desecrated and damned forever
One naked flesh, we’ll die together
One naked flesh, making love forever


The Earth
Your Rain
My Seed
Our Life

It’s a fever
In the night 
Forbidden

Forbidden. 

Desecrated and damned together
Desecrated and damned forever
One naked flesh, we’ll die together
One naked flesh, making love forever

Hell
Regrets
Confessions
Of Love

Your  Love
My Love
Our Love
Love

It’s a fever
In the night 
Forbidden

Forbidden. 

Desecrated and damned together
Desecrated and damned forever
One naked flesh, we’ll die together
One naked flesh, making love forever



Details | Narrative | |

Me, Myself, and I - (Part 2)

Hello Friends... I suffer from Severe Bi-Polar Disorder and this submission was inspired by 
actual events that occured during one of my especially critical manic episodes. Be sure and 
read Part 1 first so as to get the true gist of the poem and leave your comments here on the 
Part 2 submission. Thank you for allowing me to share my pain for pain shared is pain 
diminished.


Me, Myself, and I... (continued)


“Your, (Or “Our”), symptoms seem to intermit
		And the fact that “You’re,” (“We’re”), a hypocrite
Tis no wonder we’re having such problems with diagnosis”

Then “I” had an idea so grand
		To dispense with this at my own hand
A self-inflicted coup de grace would be my prognosis


So while the “Me” and the “Myself” squabbled
		With courage newly cobbled
“I” spotted the dresser drawer and made my run

With fingers fiercely fumbling
		Whilst they continued grumbling
“I” produced from the depths of the drawer a shiny gun


And now my life, though ill-fated
		Was soon to be vindicated
This would affect us all equally the same

Would be no myself or me
		No you, him, us, or we
But an inclusive all would be to blame


It took me a moment to figure
		Out the safety on the trigger
Then “I,” (or “Us”), prepared to do the dirty deed

Then the barrel found my temple
		And as it settled into the dimple
A still small voice did my “selves” choose to heed


Hence a moment of clarity 
		Harkened me to posterity
And I thought what a legacy to leave behind

“Can’t we all find a way
		To save this miserable day
And avoid a broken body for someone to find”


And then deep within my soul
		I felt and heard a simple drum roll
And the differing sides of me just subsided

And with my mind now as one
		I worked to get this all undone
The whole business of this stuff I derided


And tis now true of fact
		That I survived this ordeal intact
And lived to raise my face unto the sky
 
And here now as it ends
		I find I’ve made good friends
With the “Me”, the “Myself,” and the “I”


Thank you for taking the time to share in my poetry. Please feel free to leave your thoughts 
or comments here on this page. 

J. Scott Burns...


Details | Haiku | |

Passing...

  Screams above the din

A moment of grief and loss

    A loved one passes


Details | Free verse | |

Agree to Disagree

                                               
                                               Mankind's greatest
                                                 accomplishment...
                                                       
                                                      

                                                      is death.


Details | Quatrain | |

My Chagrin

Once again to my chagrin
     This nightmare perseveres
And through the glass it comes to pass
     To feed upon my fears

And it seems to slay my dreams
     And in their stead leave blind
Mine own two eyes to that one prize
     My soul doth seek to find

Still I pray that night gives way
     And cures this circumstance
That captive holds my weary soul
     Within it's darkened trance

And perhaps lay loose the straps
     That bind me to this cross
And free from 'round my neck now bound
     This curs'ed albatross


Details | Ballade | |

Our planet Earth

Our planet Earth

If one took the human form
And drained it thoroughly
Took all the minerals and Oils
Well what then would he, be?
He would be dead, I tell you this
And yet our planet Earth 
With each new day that comes along
They drain her of her worth.

But don’t they know, these human fools
Without these things she needs
She suffers through a million ills
She’s just like you and me
And too soon she’s going to die
And why will this be so
Because we’ve slowly strangled her
And taken all her glow.

How shortsighted is mankind
Why can’t he see at all
That everything is really one
And he is but a fool
Slowly committing suicide
Oh what a shame this be
If he slowed down a tiny bit
Earths beauty he would see.

25 July 2013 @ 1034hrs.



Details | Elegy | |

The Lament For an Angel

All in one faded-black day (but let None forget) In my arms, her body lay (my life was the price to pay) A tragedy, through the lack of humanly shame (do they know pain) My darkly colleen has to suffer no more (Robert nor do you) Let me die (please hear my haunted cries) If I can not see Sophie tonight (live on with my grey) I'm just a mess of despairing words And broken nerves Another mourning, afflicted sight (through decay, love can remain) Solace, sympathy are just more lies She is all I need Until you decide she is just another sadist's toy My Angel, why did you have to fly so far away My Angel, just let one feather stay My Angel has flown away My Angel, why did you have to fly so far away My Angel, just let one feather stay My Angel has flown away (My body is amortal, die I may, Together, our hearts will forever stay)


Details | Rhyme | |

Smoking From the ones left behind

(FROM THE ONES WHO ARE LEFT BEHIND)


To all you smokers out there.

I’m not going to say, give up, I wouldn’t dare,

If you want to smoke, it’s up to you,

But I don’t want to smoke your smoke too,

So many lives it takes away.

It really is a high price to pay,

Especially for the ones left behind,

The ones you love, so very kind.

They are the ones left with there hearts broken,

So many things left unspoken.

They are the ones, that have to nurse you night and day,

They are the ones, who sit and pray,

They are the ones left with the legacy of what you’ve done,

When you can’t breath, because of your lung,

They to would like a voice,

They to would like a choice.


Details | Rhyme | |

Guillotine

A.W. Nutter

“Off with his head!”
“Off with his head!”

What sin did I commit
To become your obsession
You forced me to submit
To your physical violations

A frightened little child
Bowing to his master
As the soul is defiled
The crowd grows louder

“Off with his head!”
“Off with his head!”

Pain, I learned to embrace
The torture haunts my dreams
Is this why I fell from grace
Depriving you of my screams

You lay me gently on my back
Viewing the guillotines blade
Blood sprays as it severs my neck
My vision lingering before it fades

Fully awake gasping for air
Emotions overtaken with dread
Believing it was another nightmare
Hearing the whispers beside my bed

“Off with his head!”
“Off with his head!”


Details | Sonnet | |

THE BOMBING OF DRESDEN

      THE BOMBING OF DRESDEN     
        February 13, 1945
Pathfinders lit the night to show the way
for bombardiers too hungry for the word;
as Dresden's dark was made as light as day,
all hearts were stopped before the blasts were heard;

and as the din was heard by all their ears
the sound it made was not reality
but far removed from all the hopes and fears
and what they thought would never come to be.

They loved the Fuhrer--sin enough for all
to die the fiery death of sweet revenge
brought on by those who had enough of gall
to drop their loads in wartimes heated binge!

       And when the fire consumed all that it could
        the winter of their lives was understood.


Details | Ballade | |

Life is what you make it

Life is how you make it

Birth is where it all begins
That’s when the fear does start
You leave sweet Eden’s beauty
From her sweetness you must part
As you’re forced into the Birth canal
A dangerous place to be
Then it’s the lights, and all the din
And all life misery.

Then you’re taught to be like those
Within society
They’ll separate you from yourself
And teach you how to be
Another brick within their wall
They rob you of yourself
And take away your nature
And all of your real wealth.

But that’s the human story
And you must see it through
And find the child of innocence
It hides somewhere in you
You don’t need any kind of drugs
Not dope, nor crystal meth
Find yourself before it comes
The shadow of your death.

18 March 2014 @ 1345hrs.

Written for Dave's contest



Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Memorial Day

It's not about barbeques,
Hamburgers and franks
It's a day set aside,
For offering our thanks,
For those who died,
Or were injured or maimed
To fight against evil,
Whatever it's named

Pity that God couldn't 
Give them this day,
To let them come back home,
To their families and stay

Just one day a year
To retaste their love,
And let their dear souls,
Know how we think of them
While they're above,

They sacrificed their greatest gift
To keep us safe 
Though in sadness we drift

No more Thanksgiving dinners,
Movies or pies,
Just a host of loved ones
Who can't dry their eyes

I salute you dear brothers in arms,
Men, women, children with innocent charms,
You've done your job,
So adequately well,
It's up to us now,
We live in hell.
Sorrow so heavy
we bend at the knees
No trick or substitution
Ever will please

We hang up your picture
But it doesn't talk back
The love we did share,
We now sorely do lack

Your family and friends,
And your whole country too
Does cry for your sacrifice,
And salute you.


Details | Ballade | |

We're all the same

We’re all the same

No discriminations
Has life, no none at all
In the end we’re all the same
Each one of us is equal
For each of us has fear, within
Though we may not admit it
President, popes, and politicians
They all do suffer with it.

You might think you’re special
As ambitions build your pride
You might put on a mighty show
But in you, fear does hide
And the root of fear is always this
Someday we’ll die for sure
And no one really knows at all
What death will have, in store.

So each might stick his head up high
And look down on the rest
Yet deep within each frightened mind
Each one he can attest
That deep within the fear of life
Just makes us all the same
Each one of us is held in fear
As we take part in life’s game.

22 March 2014 @ 1723hrs




Details | Narrative | |

Two Seconds To Say Goodbye

It buzzed.
She smiled.
He had replied.
Eagerly she dug
Her phone
From her pocket,
Her other hand
On the wheel.
Her gaze remained ahead
Into the darkness
Of the cold wintery night.
It buzzed again,
The screen illuminating
The shadows of the car.
Would he be there?
Would he come over
After his shift at work
Was done?
“What did he say?”
Another young voice replied.
“Give me the phone.”
She hesitated,
Not fully trusting
Her friend.
Besides,
She wanted to know.
She wanted to see the words.
She wanted feel
The exhilaration
Of reading his words
To HER.
She glanced down,
The screen now dark,
And fumbled
To press the keys.
“He’s coming,” she said
Trying to calm
The enthusiasm
In her voice.
Her heart beat harder.
How did she look?
What should she reply?
Gr8 C U L8T
In the same 2 seconds, she could have typed
Goodbye.


Details | Rhyme | |

A Kiss So Sweet

My life was gently moving on
Grief abating, resolve growing strong
Until his kiss, within a dream
Ripped away the seams
Holding back the pain deep in my core,
Tears fell once more.....


Details | Rhyme | |

The Axe Falls

A.W. Nutter

Silently creeping through the hall
Concealed in the darkness of night
From God’s grace I will surely fall
My hate bringing me such delight

The handle turns easily in my hand
As your door opens without a sound
Emotionally trapped in sinking sand
Realizing I’ve entered unholy ground

Induced pain and sinful transgressions
Flooding my mind, causing me to digress
Lowering the axe in fear and frustration
Screaming out to heaven in my distress

My demon awakens, grabbing an arm
Devil's child trapped in Satan's web
Beaten into submission, easily disarmed
Forced on a path, angels refuse to tread

A cold wet tongue slides across my back
Slowly destroying my childish innocence
A game of humiliation before the attack
Completely devouring my spiritual essence

Forced to my knees I see the axe
Mirrored blade reflecting a coward
As his leather belt caresses my back
The axe is swung with all my power

Dark red spray, stings my open sores
Blood soaking me like a pouring rain
As his twitching body falls to the floor
Demons turn, to scream out in pain

Walking back to my room in disbelief
Trying to comprehend what I had done
Curling up on my bed finally feeling safe
Patiently waiting for morning to come







Details | Prose | |

Goddess

They say the sun shines on the skin of a goddess her hair dark filled with flowers and her skin of silk,
When you see her don't let her go she will treat u like a god and run her silk hands against the ruffness of your skin she will show u the right way to enlightenment her eyes golden brown so deep you can get lost she can see right through you and know the depth of your soul she will speak words so smooth softer then the wind 
Skin so smooth the sun follows her every move.


Details | Free verse | |

Love, Death, and Rebirth

The signs started in December
When she started waking up in tears each night
She was a normal girl with dark brown hair and darker brown eyes
She had plenty of friends and a loving family with just one thing missing
Her father. 

Days passed by and turned into weeks but only felt like a few seconds
Her life just whizzed by faster and faster until it was just a whirr in front of her eyes
Darkness filtered into her heart and mind until she didn't know if she could go on
But she had to. She couldn't let her mother and her sister drown in this same pain
She wouldn't let them.

She pushed all the darkness into the depths of her own heart
In hopes to save the hearts of the two people she had left
Because what else was there to live for now?
The rest of her world had crashed and her mother and sister was all that was left 
She wouldn't let them drown in pain too. 

She watched as they started to heal in her loving arms
Their hearts started to lighten up once more
But hers was just as dark as it was before 
And growing darker day by day 
But she wouldn't let that stop her. 

Suddenly a year had passed... and then two 
It only seemed like seconds to her but everyone else started moving on
Her mother and sister no longer needed her nurturing care
But she needed someone to hold on to
Anyone...

With nothing left for her to take control of, the dark pushed past her boundries 
It found a way into her soul
Until all she could see was dark and no light 
But her mother and sister were healed now
They didn't understand

The tears came back and engulfed her soul
Bit by bit until she wasn't sure why she was still alive
The grief took over like knives 
Piercing her skin over and over and over
It hurt so much.

She started to wonder what it'd look like to be dead
She could see him again if she was
Wouldn't it be so much easier than having to endure this pain?
Wouldn't it be so much easier than having to live knowing she'd never see him again?
It would.

So she started to hate herself
All that negative energy was starting to take toll
Everyone around her was breathing while she suffocated more and more by the second
She wished she'd just choke already instead of living in constant pain
If no one would put her out of her misery, she'd have to do it herself

She couldn't see any light anymore
So she grabbed the pill bottle off the shelf and just hoped it wouldn't take long to die
Deep down she still had a spark of light, but she just couldn't find it 
And now it was too late in her mind to change, to turn back and try to look deeper
She was done living.

That's when people started to notice that everything wasn't as peaceful as it seemed
They started to see how deeply depressed she had become
They wanted to help her see the light again before it was too late 
So they sent her away to see doctors and to take pills to make everything better
It was a start.

She didn't see a change at first but suddenly she could think clearly
Maybe what they were doing was actually going to help her see the light again
Yes, she still wanted to die, but maybe that wasn't the only option anymore
They cared,  and behind all their own problems they were trying to understand
They really were trying

Six months longer she would be treated and cared for
Until suddenly she was sent home from her treatment and care with a smile on her face
She had a new perspective
Someone had helped her ignite that spark in her heart until it was a glowing ember
She had been reborn

Sometimes you have to be able to experience the worst of it
To come back shining brighter than before
And if she had died that cold day in October, she wouldn't of ever seen the best of it
Or known that it would get better
and it did!

And she now sits at her laptop, with a smile on her face and warmth in her heart
It's never been an easy road and it won't ever be
But at least she knows she's lived through the worst
And it can only get better from here

So whenever she feels lonely or gets back into that dark spot again
She can look back on what she's learned and can read this poem
And remember that she survived the darkest depths of depression
And she will continue to survive it as long as she lives
Because she is stronger now than she ever was before ?


Details | Free verse | |

Losing pieces

Oh, how I miss the dead…

... the softness in their voices
That I cannot recreate,
the warmth of their silence
Where now only cold remains;

And I know, oh how I know
That they are long gone
And I have been long removed
From those fuller times
But still, when I feel around my heart
I find that it is missing things
Parts long lost and dearly missed,
And I sit here feeling fatally incomplete
And I know-  that I can never be whole again.

But I still miss the dead,
And I miss the times
When I never knew
That I would live on
Missing the days when I was whole…

-So I still miss the dead
And the times when I was not hollowed by loss
Living every day with a lighter heart
So far from the times
 	when I would never be whole again.

And now, so far removed
from fuller times,
These few missing holes
they let in a chill wind
And somehow, these missing holes
they leave my heart heavy
And I know that it will grow heavier yet,
But I dread
That when I am lost
I die not just incomplete
But empty-
	Empty of all I could yet lose.


Details | Elegy | |

Where are you

You flourished and blurred
like a spark on wind

Gracefully and quickly like a frightened hind
in pursuit of light

You harvested through bushy meadows
taken by blight

In struggle with plight
had you lost your might

And gave out
although never you gave up.

Where are you?
For you must be still there.

For I still can feel you
somewhere in the air.


Details | Lyric | |

The pen is mightier than the sword

The pen is mightier than the sword

What is it about some people?
Have they no minds of all
To me their puppets on a string
As they follow all the rules
Whether they make sense at all
That’s all beside the point
They believe all that their leaders say
When it comes to the simple joint!

Our leaders they have called the shots
On this and all that matters
They come to us on the TV set
And I hear their foolish chatter
Our premier with pigeon mind
Was heard to say one day
That cannabis is a killer drug
Or almost any way.

Now I have smoked for forty years
And not once have I ever
Suffered from this gentle weed
These leaders might be clever
Or think they are, through their position
But to me they’re simply fools
But they give me cause to laugh out loud
They’re so damned comical.

23 July 2013 @ 1133hrs.


Details | Epitaph | |

FOR THOSE WE'VE LOST

My love, My friend why did the time we had together have to end. 
The times we had the adventures we shared, I will treasure them always as if they were precious gems.

Such a short time we had when you were taken from me so suddnley a tragic misfortune not just for me but also for out families. But on my life I swear as long as I have breath in my body I will honor your memory. 

Yo will live on this I vow not just in my heart but in the hearts of all those lives you have touched in some special way.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Social Norm

Drink the drink, and take the pills, lay on the medication.
But your soul's forever lost to them without persistent dedication.
There's things we've learned, and things we will, to decide us right from wrong.
But your ears are only open, now, to a techno-logic song.
Social norms have bound you tight, then cut you awf'ly deep.
And still your soul beneath the surface begs of you, relief.
You waded in their welcome waters, thought it nice and cool
But now I'm sure you've figured out you're lost in sorrows pool
So take it from who knows you best
Someone who has passed this test:

Before you drift out in the sea And the shore's no longer in your view, I promise that I'll bring you back And if I can't, I'll follow you. Before your legs and arms grow weak And you've passed your final tier, I promise that I'll hold your hand; I promise you I'll still be here. Before your lungs are filled with water And our souls are parted once again, I promise you that you're forgiven; I promise you I'm still your friend. Before you close your sunken eyes Inviting night to kill the day Know your bright was never slight And soon you'll see your way.


Details | Rhyme | |

Black and White

You’ve maddened me to the core 
You singed me with your ferocious fire
We’re opposites… we’ll never integrate  
We can’t blend with each other…
Your love and I’m hate 
We’re contrary to each other…

So don’t even think about 
Getting us back together 
Because without a doubt, 
We don’t click with each other…

So let us go our own way…

Everything’s black and white
You love to torture me with your deceptive devices 
We’re playing this chess match – let’s fight!
Tonight, you’re going to pay the prices
You’re going to be deleted from my mind…

I’m not the one that should pay the price
You act as if you’re an angel from heaven
But, you’re a fiend…a devil from hell...who needs your advice?
Could someone unchain me from this prison?

So let us prepare for that day…

Fear and bewilderment build inside of our minds
Taking over us…we’re wasting valuable time
Terror and wrath injects into our veins…time starts to unwind 
I’m regaining my glory…this moment feels so sublime  

You think you’re innocent?
I can sense your guilt…bleeding through you
Do you live to feed me anguish? 
Don’t deny it…you crafty demon…no wonder I feel blue

Let’s get ready for battle…
I’ll watch you decay…
IT’S PAY BACK TIME . . .
Taste my fury and my agony 

Everything’s black and white
You love to torture me with your deceptive devices 
We’re playing this chess match – let’s fight!
Tonight, you’re going to pay the prices
You’re going to be defeated…

I scream before nightfall
I close my eyes to kiss my demise
I want to disappear 
Scratch away my desolation
Wipe away my tears…
Spewing out of my eyes…like a waterfall
Tonight, there will be dismay
There will be suffering 
After sundown…
Failure and glory will expose like stars in the midnight sky
Who will earn the crown? 
No one knows in silent wars – who can reveal the light in goodbye
  
Why are we black and white?
Are you too afraid to know the reason why? 

Everything’s black and white
You love to torture me with your deceptive devices 
We’re playing this chess match – let’s fight!
Tonight, you’re going to pay the prices
You’re going to suffer alone…


Details | Rhyme | |

Screaming In Silence

How can it be that you are dead
These thoughts keep racing inside my head
I can not believe it, it can not be true
How can I live in this world without you
My life will be empty, my heart broke in half
You're my reason for living, you make me laugh
How can I go on, how can this be
I'm falling to pieces, please can't you see
I'm crying, and dying, and empty inside
All of these feelings I can not hide
Where do I turn, what will I do
I just want to die and move on with you
They say that I can't, they say I must stay
I must keep on going to face the next day
I can not conceive it, I feel out of breath
I do not know how to deal with this death
Oh, God please help me, please reach out your hand
I need you to hold me and help me to stand
I turn to you now, my saving grace
Please take his soul to a higher place


Details | Limerick | |

Throwaway Child

Nikki was an illegitimate child.
She grew up fast, she grew up wild.
She ran away from home at age sixteen.
A pimp killed her when she turned eighteen.
This is a cautionary tale of a throwaway child.


Details | Cinquain | |

The Ugly Truth

Riches
Rampant beneath
The surface, a body
Dressed in curves, hard edges, and sea
Bounty.

Goodness
That is needed
By the masses, a gift,
Yet used for self gain carelessly 
A rift.

By those
Who pursue greed
Seeking gains and power
Without the checks and balance of
Nature.

We see
The ugly truth
Over the globe, high bill
Of disasters and waste so crude
Oil Spills.

By CarolineCécile
Copyright © 06.29.10

For the Team Poetry Soup contest.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

To a Dead Man

You Drive me into this Malice, into this Maze I can only see the last of days Your Creation Failed With Me Burn with malice as you bridge to the plains of ennui


Details | Rhyme | |

The Park -- Part One

Pigeons flutter in the park
eating refuse from the grass.
Noon comes; the hours pass.
Leaves fall; the sky grows dark.
Silence reigns throughout the park.
A crumpled headline, a forgotten toy,
lifeless, do not hear a far-off bark.
In the park, not a single little boy.
Midnight comes; the hours go --
soon, the sky begins to glow...
morning breaks, and with it, sound.
In the park begins the morning round.
White skeletons of benches -- slats --
in all the wintry parks of Age
fill up in morning. Deserted flats,
each with the aspect of a cage,
become an unused, waiting gauge
that measures dull and wasted years --
floods of loneliness -- rivers of fears...
The weak and battered, pallid crowd
which, daily, parks ingest
speak in muted tones; but loud
is the message all suggest.
The clangor of the beaten Belles,
trampled in the slime of years,
entreats the mind to plug its ears;
yet, if it will, it hears...
memories, perhaps, keep active still
the shriveled and the loosened flaps
that are the mouths of all the Bills --
reduced to gray and ugly gaps...
Down the graveled pathways come
children bent on carefree play.
Belles, though silent, are not dumb,
nor will the Bills forego their say.
But warnings fall on ears too deaf;
around are eyes too blind to see.
And so the tots, too young for Death,
play on and on till time for tea.
Day after day after day
children come and children play.
Pigeons flutter in the park;
Leaves fall; the sky grows dark.
Once more, deep silence claims the park.
Midnight hours come and go.
The sky again assumes a glow.
Wind stirs dead leaves to rustle.
Starts again the aimless bustle
of the battered, weak, and infirm-eyed:
those whom living failed -- who died
but still must play their signal role
of unloved, friendless, unhailed Old;
who gather daily in the park
to envy tots their vital spark --
the hope, the promise in their eyes --
before it fades, before it dies.
But tots at play -- the young, the bold --
must laugh and sing -- cannot be told
that youth's not long and Time is cold.
Time devours -- a ravenous beast --
and men are the courses at his feast.
Some he swallows in their prime,
 On some he waits too long a time:
 these rancid morsels, Time's midnight snack,
explore their memories. They hie them back
 to that old moment, deepest black, 
when they first dared to know -- and first said --
that Time's the master all men dread.
(Please read The Park -- Part Two, which is a continuation of
this poem...due to space limitations)


Details | Ballad | |

Rapture's Light

I’ve just had an experience unlike any other.
It was so great, cause now I’m with the Father.
I’ve just had an experience unlike any’ll know.
‘Cept for those who came with me in the flow.
Of Light! That is. The never-endin’ Light of the Lord.
The never-endin’ Light of the Lord!

I’ve been through hell all thro’out my life.
And I’ve had all kinds o’ different strife.
And I’ve been hard-press’d.
And I’ve been depressed.
And just when I thought I got the hang o’ things,
They change, and they rearrange.

I’ve done all sorts o’ things.
Stupid things. Crazy things.
But now times have changed.
And everything has rearranged.
And all that I e’er knew,
Has come back to bite you.

I’ve just had an experience unlike any other.
It was so great, cause now I’m with the Father.
I’ve just had an experience unlike any’ll know.
‘Cept for those who came with me in the flow.
Of Light! That is. The never-endin’ Light of the Lord.
The never-endin’ Light of the Lord!

So listen closely as I tell what’s happened to the world.
The world’s spun it’s last spin and has finally hurled.
The Hea’nly Host has brought us up.
All us Christians, that is, pup.
Anyone listening to this,
is more ‘an likely in any state but bliss.

If this is bein’ heard,
Then e’eryone is real disturbed.
You may’ve just witnessed all of us disappearing,
But there’ll still be another hearing.
Like it’s been for all of life, ‘cept for this one instance that is,
You may come to meet the Lord after you perish.

You’ll have an experience unlike any other.
It’ll be so great, cause you’ll be with the Father.
You’ll have an experience unlike any’ll know.
‘Cept for those who’ll come with you in the flow.
Of Light! That is. The never-endin’ Light of the Lord.
The never-endin’ Light of the Lord!

I shall end this now for I’m ent’rin the Pearly Gates o’ Heav’n.
It’s more beautiful than can be describ’d by any Reveren’.
If somehow this reaches you people on Earth,
Remember this one thing from the hearth.
There’ll always be hope, so stay strong!
Don’t worry, this torture won’t last long.

You’ll have an experience unlike any other.
It’ll be so great, cause you’ll be with the Father.
You’ll have an experience unlike any’ll know.
‘Cept for those who’ll come with you in the flow.
Of Light! That is. The never-endin’ Light of the Lord.
The never-endin’ Light of the Lord!


Details | Free verse | |

The Storm

And the storm calls to me in ways you'll never understand
A gentle call that urges my soul forth
The lighting guiding a path for my feet to walk
Between the stones and ash of all that once was
I stand in the echoing silence of the rain 
It drops down upon my skin like the blessing waters of heaven
Soothing me, lifting the weight from my body 
I feel at once as if I am home
Standing amid two dimensions 
Caught between two skies - here and there
The night wraping around me in warmth
The gentle wind lifting me off my feet
Drops from the clouded moon washing away my body
and I am left just a soul, an essence 
The storm calls me forth from beneath my roof
Beckoning me into its depth 
I stand among the reeds in the basin 
They dance and sway as if welcoming me
And I sway with them back 
Caught up in the power that charges the air
That threatens to sweep me away 
If the ground will just loosen its hold
The thunder rumbles a low welcoming growl
And I get pleasently lost within it
I am so small compared to its vastness
I close my eyes and succumb to the skies wishes
Rising higher until my feet no longer touch the ground 
My fingertips touch the liquid color of the stars
A sigh drifts from my lips
There is no need of thought to stay afloat
There is no demand to breathe in air
No crushing weight upon my chest
As my lungs struggle to survive
There are no struggles here
I make my bed on blackened clouds
And give in to the call
The storm has claimed me as its own 
It was such a struggle to stay upon the ground
When the storm would call me home


Details | Rhyme | |

The Pencil Sharpener

I, the sleeper and dreamer
Wish for your end
Is it wrong, blasphemer?
Should I break, should you bend?

I sharpen your demise on a pencil sharpener
Peeling you away….reaching your core of lead
Should I break or should you bend?
Or can’t I just wish for my end?

There’s knives protruding from your eyes
The eyes I know are dead
The blasphemer you are will reveal where your body lies
Beneath your core of lead

I found you among the disposables
Wishing for my end
I blasphemed you and you just gave back
My pencils burning with lead

I screamed as you pierced through me
I felt it in my soul!
But I’m to blame for this masterpiece
I sharpened you with gold!

The shavings fall upon the ground
And still this dream moves on
Pierced, I fall without a sound
Until the break of dawn

I, the sleeper and dreamer 
Am still pierced to this day
So I hand the pencil sharpener to you
And pray you’ll be with me 


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

SOMETHING FOR TODAY

     SOMETHING FOR TODAY
The morning lights and to another day
a pirate's chest you've found but will not stay
for longer than the blinking of your eye
from troubled sleep to wake wherein you die

through every ticking second where you are
as dense and far away as any star
you sit and let your life and time run out
and have become what others talk about

from time to time you'll always hear a clue
between each word that's meant for only you
coincidental to what you have seen
you take it in as what each word must mean

and this will guide you through the whole day long
as certain as the hearing of Our Song
just at the proper timing of your need
and then your thought will soar, it has been freed

you cling to it and make it what must be
the fabric of your life and prophesy
and it will carry you from here to there
into another day that goes no where.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa


Details | Rhyme | |

The Bully Part 1

The Bully

27 Years ago, you showed me the door,
Because I wouldn’t do what you wanted anymore.
That day was the worst of my life,
I wanted to die, to escape the strife.
All I needed was a simple letter,
To give me a chance to get better.
Now when I look back and see, you certainly did
 me a favour that day.
In 1986 Thursday the first of May.
From then on people listened to what I had to say,
Doctors and Nurses went out or their way,
I got the treatment I needed at last,
Bit by bit they went over the past.
One whole year is all it took,
A lot of hard work, a little luck.
To this very day I have never been back,
26 whole years and that’s a fact.
The last few years have been the best of my life,
Truly content being a Mother and Wife.
And Nanny as well,
Must not let my head swell,
A collection of poems all written by me..
My story in 7 magazines for the whole world to see.
A whole new extension to the house designed by me.
Also having to cope with the death of my mother,
Then four months later the death of my mother’s sister,
God not another.
Having my kitchen demolished completely,
did put me in a fix.
But being so well, even that couldn’t knock me for six.
So remember the next time someone begs you for a letter,
At least give THEM, the chance to get better.
For as long as I live I will never for get that terrible day,
Thursday 1986 the first of May,
The day that you showed me the door,
Just because I wouldn’t do what you wanted anymore.
They say that time heals all pain,

I’m lucky I’ve learnt to live again.







Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Park Bench Ghost

 
 
Why am I emerging from the dark 
Staring at a bench in City Park. 
Breathless air without a bird in song. 
So I sit, unknowing, yet belong.
 
Sudden waves of anguish flood my mind. 
Feral, vicious, senseless bursts of time. 
Then a calming whisper fills my ear
And my reason now, for being here.
 
Minutes of my final day proceed.
Mockingbirds and peanut squirrels to feed.  
Speckled sun through breezy treetops sway 
And two hidden figures inch my way. 

Choking arms, a weakness, loss of breath; 
Forced behind a thicket to my death. 
Off they bolted free without a trace. 
Now I'm vengeance. Patiently I wait.

I'm aware each footstep, as they move, 
But this peaceful park is where I choose. 
Soon they stalk again. I know the place. 
Little do they know the wrath they face.

Gene Bourne
11-29-13



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Details | Narrative | |

The Final Confessions II

These were my confessions
(A message to God)
The light begins to fade
(It’s time to go)
Back into the shadows
(That hard black fog)
Where darkness has its way
(God rest your soul)

Nothing left to tell you
(It’s all been said)
No more songs to write
(This silent Fall)
Nothing left to offer 
(The well’s been bled)
From a shadow’s waning life
(Who lost it all)

Take my words and hold them
(Don’t be afraid)
Place them near your heart
(And heal your pain)
Shadow words will kiss you
(And heal your pain)
When your world turns dark
(Don’t’ be afraid)

And I kiss you
Kiss you
I kiss you in the dark……..


Details | Lyric | |

Lacerated Wings

They are bound to the Earth like trees
Suffocating under the weight of an icy grave 
Reaching to be free, but only their limbs are seen
Hoping that one day someone will see:
They can't escape with lacerated wings

The ocean surrounds me, covering everything
Nothing will be clearly seen; confusion overwhelming
No-one can save you, you're on your own, left to die
Manipulating every bleeding heart you can find
I can't escape with lacerated wings.

Swarms of nets, waves of screams 
Entangle: your captive illusions and dreams
The mask has be seared - The truth now they see
The Liar - Vampiric Fiend; lowly thief
And now they know you can't escape with Lacerated Wings

There's reasons for your rejections:
Your Heavy heart's transferred oppression
The scars are too deep to pass the trials
But you can find peace in your cage of empty spirals
You Cannot Escape With Lacerated Wings


Details | Lyric | |

Forever Changed

June 18, 2013 our world was Forever Changed
We where over halfway home
When we got the call from our baby sister

Said we need to get back home
We need to come as fast as we can drive
Mom really needs us
Something’s wrong with Daddy
The whole way we drove 80
Hoping & Praying we’d make it in time

Our Family & Friends were weeping 
By the time we got to his side
We knew our Daddy had been taking
And our hearts they were breaking
We never got to say Goodbye
We each softly kissed that man
We four sisters climbed in his bed 
We laid down beside him 
And cried just like babies
For our world was Forever Changed 
 
 


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

To a Bride Without a Name

Oh Flora, Choral Beauty The Sun Rises With You Out of An Abyss of Chaos, Yet No Piece of Beauty Is Lost I Can't Grant You Nobility, But Our Love's Vitality Will Last Till The Gates of Hades's Halls They Will Push, They Will Pull, And Their Power Will Grow Just To Have A Piece of Our Love's Immortality For It They Cannot Wait Subdued By Desperation's Phantom But I Will Always Be One of Them So, My Dear, Please Understand I'm Just A Chevalier Drenched With My Sins The Hope Will Fade The Rose Will Turn Black The Promise Was Just I Lie, Though I Forbade I Will Just Be Another Empty Heart, Slain By Your Loosening Grip On My Sanity I Will Die, You Will Be Free Believe - It's The Way Things Must Be My Dear, Just Understand


Details | Rhyme | |

Demon of the Night

A. W. Nutter

In the darkness is where I love to dwell
Atrocities performed will send me to hell
A ladies perfume assaulting my senses
My mind visualizing the sensual caresses

She walks alone on a moonlit night
Unaware of the demon hidden out of sight
Grabbing her quickly, muffling her objections
Excitement builds as I gain her submission

No hero to save this damsel in distress
As the blade of my knife shreds her dress
Naked and vulnerable, I tie her to the stone
Many have died on this sacrificial throne

Pleading for mercy only fuels my desire
My passion building with an internal fire
Only one way to quench the erotic flame
To her body and soul, I must lay claim

Holding her tightly, I gaze into her eyes
The cold steel slowly piercing her side
Advancing toward the girls racing heart
Needing to be ready when her soul departs

Writhing in pain, my lady meets her death
My lips on hers catching the final breath
The soul acquired, sexual release attained
Falling from the stone, physically drained

Dawn shines a light on my transgression
For a lingering moment I ponder salvation
I feel the perversion rekindling the flame 
Powerless to stop this erotic game


Details | Free verse | |

I Wish I Could Explain

I know I left turmoil,
a world that doesn't understand.
I realize in this after life
there was more for me to give.
I wish I could explain
the choice that I made.
Life just seemed so dark,
an asylum I couldn't contain.
As the world tried to comfort me,
keep me sane,
I found myself still dying,
living in my pain.
My ways were incomparable,
no one could have kept me here.
Even when I was surrounded,
I felt alone in my skin.
People tried to save me,
encourage me to live,
but as the darkness overtook me,
I drowned in all my nightmares.
Sighing in my last moments,
I knew no one could comprehend
that in my most lonely times
I had to make it end.
I wish I could explain,
but no one could truly understand.

NOTE: (I know notes aren't supposed to be here, but I don't want people to freak out from 
the 
topic) This poem is NOT about me, or current thoughts that I have to harm myself. I have a 
coworker, as well as another friend, who had a close friend commit suicide. In the past I 
have struggled with depression, so I can empathize with how this person felt, and even 
though it is extremely dark, this poem has been going through my head for a few days now.


Details | Alliteration | |

That Passenger

Like the best part of a dubstep song
I feel the slip slip and drop then it's gone
Like when we got it on with a double magnum on my dong
But that was a virgin page
And with that tight cage unlocked the rat was free to rage
And you know theres no way to gauge magnitude of the ensuing sexplosion

But at the epicenter of all the mental corrosion
Is that hooded figure, that master of commotion
And as the gas ball sets across the ocean he rises
From cracks and gashes, from shadows and ashes
No target in mind
No friends or enemies
Just hell bent on injecting the entropy
And it is just painfully oh-so-clear to see the swiftness and efficiency at which he commits atrocities
Over the screams and pleas the question hangs;
What can sooth this beast? 


Details | Ballad | |

Im Gone

Life as a lonely lost poet bred from dark cracks 
Lost soul living plain and simple among the people black and white 
Drug along with alcoholic among us distracts 
Lost values and principles around one many continue to lack 
Everyday simple facts, its like breathing through plastic sacks 
Slowly suffercating until the brain goes wack 
Once death comes my way I must keep it part of my past 
Aint no way God going to bring my little brother back 
I guess its a curse upon all those of us living like outlaw of an outcast 
How the **** will I ever truly outlast until I heal and break out my cast 
God cant you see Im tired of wearing this permanent mask 
I know my poetry has hidden answers if I look and read closer so I shouldnt have to ask
 Staying lost is a choice in the open road with no gas 
So as a lost poet through hardships now and in the future I will outgrow it 
The devil trying to get my soul and behold it 
but I know only this one man controls it 
Its too priceless for even my own greed to have sold it 
So as a lost poet I will climber higher than high if not then right below it 
Found in a world of lies with few truths as but another lost poet


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

THE BETRAYAL

     THE BETRAYAL
 Absconded from the scene, but dying fast,
 to seek a vengeance in a candle flame,
 I whisper names as prayers, a spell is cast,
 and goes about its deed--this is no game.

 The power none believe is really there;
 (or speak of, tongue in cheek, at very best)
 too soon is born and takes me everywhere,
 to ride the devil's beast upon my quest,

 and have no mercy, it will drive you mad,
 as you have done to me within my past,
 and just as soon, you'll lose the mind you've had,
 to whimper in the dark. The spell is cast.

 Breathe slowly now, and know this is your end,
 where once was written, you were safe and sane; 
 that on the day when you betrayed this friend--
 --your life has come to be eternal pain.
          ©  ron wilson (aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet)


Details | Kyrielle | |

Raven's End

I know that taking my life is a sin,
But you don’t know how much pain I am in;
Death is better than this hell I’ve been through,
God Grant me mercy for what I must do;

My tortured soul robs me of breath,
All I seek is the release of death;
Requesting redemption in the gun I cling to,
God Grant me mercy for what I must do;

I’m considering briefly the life I must end,
Nothing is left but the chance to transcend;
And this decaying body that I pass through,
God Grant me mercy for what I must do;

Raven they named me, but now they are gone,
I’m all alone since they both passed on;
Soon I will see them, it’s long overdue,
God grant me mercy for what I must do;

I beg for forgiveness as I let myself go,
Tears trickle down as I feel my heart slow;
Hopefully now I’ll get to see you,
So God grant me mercy for what I must do.


Tirzah Conway
~For the contest "Among the Dead"~


Details | Ballade | |

To miss the point

To miss the point

 A tabula rasa you were born
A slate all pure and clean
Until the world gets hold of you
And paints on you its scene
Then caught within your many fears 
You try to run away
Never ever being here
Just living for the next day.

You look for love, you search for wealth
You try to reach for power
You never see what’s in your soul
You never see the flower
That well might bloom within your heart
If you turned and looked within
You’re caught within the energy
Of all life’s crazy din.

And so you live until you die
A source of misery
So caught within your many thoughts
You miss your mystery
And when that day does come along
That you pass to the other side
You’ll never know the joy at all
Of heart that’s opened wide.

29 April 2014 @ 1007hrs.


Details | Ballade | |

Fear of dying

Fear of dying

I have me no beliefs
To me they’re childish
And come through all the fear one has
To me they mean to wish
But I have faith that destiny
Will take me where it goes
Though what tomorrow well might bring
I really do not know.

I have no fear of dying
I’m not neurotic in this way
Though when the end does come to me
At the ending of my days
I may well panic, I don’t know
Whatever is will be
Yet while I’m here and filled with life
That’s good enough for me.

Belief is caused through fear
And when that fear is gone
Why is there need to worry
Whether life will still go on
Maybe once I never was
And I won’t be again
But I won’t let fear worry me
And drive my mind insane.

1 December 2013 @ 0715hrs.




Details | Free verse | |

GROUND ZERO

GROUND ZERO Today as I stand here, With your name engraved not just on stone But in the hearts of millions who thank you For not letting them cry, I feel proud that it was you… We wish you were here, There’s not a day we don’t think of you. There’s not a minute we don’t miss you. But we’re glad you ran into death So that a thousand others could walk into life. It was not your duty, You weren’t meant to be there, But you took it up, Did what you had to do As a citizen of the global world. The little ones will never know What a wonderful person you were. But they’ll always know that You were a hero… How you died for the greater good… Tears, grief, pride, longing - a blend of everything. Its been ten years, ten long years But the memory’s still fresh and cutting. It still hurts to know That you could be here had you stayed back. But you didn’t and that’s made you a hero. You ran straight into it While a thousand others were running away. Your death is history…. Millions died with you But you stand out ‘coz you made your choice. As I stand here, I know that a decade ago, today You were here somewhere, Running into a cloud of dust and ashes Searching for the smallest sign of movement To bring them back to life. Somewhere between the despair and hope You forgot to breathe… I pray every day that History would rewind itself Back to that fateful September morning, Not because I want to hold you back… But because I want to come with you… It would have made a difference. I know it would have… I know you’re with me In my dreams, in my daily life Laughing at my blunders, Guiding me through hardships. My guardian angel… On this September morning, Not exactly the same as before, Here I am telling the world That my twin brother died Saving the victims of 9/11.


Details | Ballad | |

The Miracle

Lift the wailing wood
Hammer the tortured nails
Place the ghostly steps
Below the battered rails

Invite those crazy strangers
Dressed in stranger clothes
Join the mighty miracle 
Ready to unfold

Building a stairway 
In the desert
Aimed toward the pure and honest sky
Building a stairway
In the desert
Going to rise for miles
And miles 

Leave this evil town
Where scorpions share your bed
Guilty snakes make a home
Deep inside your head

The bleeding sun
Burns your feet
Hangmen joke
Beggars weep

Buried bodies
Cry for help
Undertakers
Steal your wealth

Building a stairway 
In the desert
Aimed toward the pure and honest sky
Building a stairway
In the desert
Going to rise for miles
And miles 

We’re laughing and      					
We’re dancing				 	
In the desert				
Dancing in the desert			
Of our lives				

Can’t you see?
We’re dancing in the desert
Dancing in the desert 
Of our lives

Feel so free				
Dancing in the desert				
Dancing in the desert 			 		
Of our lives				

Free….so free
In the desert
Dancing in the desert
Of our lives

Lift the wailing wood
Hammer the tortured nails


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Dig

Broken,beaten,blind and lost
All but a spark of hope left to keep warm
But dig and claw on bruised muscles, on broken limbs
Until the light day fills your sight
Left blinded no more
Dig
Until the soft fresh air blows the spark to a flame and ignites your will
Dig
Until the ground beneath is solid enough to stand
Walk,until the pain is mastered and stumbling ceases.
And you can say:
This will not be my grave.


Details | Ballad | |

Destruction

Destruction.

The silent sound of a falling tree
The oil that chokes the dying sea.
They push our planet to its ruin.
These foolish powers, what are they doing?
A tree it falls, to a sorry end.
My mystic tree, my dearest friend.
Oh how I loathe the things they do
They’re taking life from me, and you.

As men get rich with worthless things
Through the damage that greed does bring.
They spill their slime each place they go
As in their wake destruction grows.
With seas a dying, choked of life
As grey green slime be causing strife.
Sea creatures cry and scream with fear
As the planet dies but greed won’t hear.

The ozone layer be growing sick
As populations grow so thick.
The green folk try to combat greed
But their advice those powers don’t heed.
This thing weighs heavy in the air.
The tower crumbles but they don’t care.
This Planet dies I love so well
As mankind paves, its way to hell.

18 May 2014 @ 1142hrs


Details | Villanelle | |

Funeral

His family pretended not to cry 
But both his sisters had no heart to spare; 
They said they loved him, yet it was a lie. 

The blazing sun one summer day drew nigh; 
Its orange radiance it could not share. 
His family pretended not to cry. 

There was a man in hell beneath that sky-- 
Discerning now that care, like warmth, was rare. 
They said they loved him, yet it was a lie. 

All that his soul could utter was a sigh; 
The shattered saints in Heaven said Lord's Prayer. 
His family pretended not to cry. 

Like sunlight, his disease bore down to dry 
Emotions spent without concern or care. 
They said they loved him, yet it was a lie. 

Upon the desert ground he lay to die-- 
Addiction was much more than he could bear. 
His family pretended not to cry; 
They said they loved him, yet it was a lie.


Details | Lyric | |

The War Confessions

There’s a fury on the waves
A madness taking place
Fueled by the blood
Of weary wage slaves

And they taught us how to hate
In a hi tech kind of way 
Made us meat puppets 
For the wars they wage

In a playground, running round
In a playground, being clowns
Weren’t we once kids
Just kicking a ball?
Laughing ‘bout everything
Nothing at all

In a playground, ‘neath the sun
In a playground, having fun
Weren’t we once kids
Thought war is a game?
Fall over dead
And jump up again

(Hey, hey, what do you want to say?}

Don’t want to lose my legs
In defense of larceny
The banksters stealing billions 
From the national Treasury

Don’t want to take a bullet 
Left coughing up blood
For your right to a lap dance
At some faraway club

Don’t want to suck my meals
Through a thin feeding tube
On behalf of profiteers 
Dealing addicts their crude

Don’t want to wheeze harshly
Hooked to a machine
In the service of ingrates 
And all that’s obscene

Don’t want to suffer flashbacks
Those nightmarish screams
While billionaires lullaby 
To private jet dreams

Nobody’s tool, nobody’s fool.
NO!!!!

In a world so long ago
In a world we used to know
Weren’t we once kids?
Who sang funny songs
No thoughts of torture 
Phosphorous bombs

In a world so long ago
In a world we used to know
Weren’t we once kids?
Who rode on our bikes
Vampires scared us
Not nuclear strikes

(Hey, hey, what do you want to say?)

There’s a fury on the waves
A madness taking place
Fueled by the blood
Of weary wage slaves

There’s a world of growing horror
Where a playground stood before
And it ‘s time to stop
This lunatic war

There’s a world of growing horror
Where a playground stood before
And it’s time to stop 
This murderous war

There’s a world of growing horror
Where a playground stood before
And It’s time to  stop
This sickening war

There’s a world of growing horror
Where a playground stood before
And it’s time to stop 
This bloody awful war

Let’s bring back our playground 
Stop this war
Let’s restore our playground 
Stop this war…

Yes, it’s time 
(yes it’s time)

Time to STOP THIS WAR!






Details | Rhyme | |

Call Into The Night

Sometimes death it calls to me, like a welcomed beckon in the night.
A way to end all the miserery, a way to escape this stress and freight.
But of this call I do not answer, I can not meet death at its door.
The pain it would bring to all those I love, this is a pain I can not give,
This is a promise that I swore!


Details | Ballade | |

Everything is you

Everything is you

There’s something I must tell you
Though you won’t like it much
Cause no one wants to hear the truth
It worries them a touch
Yet truth, it must be spoken
This be the only way
To live your life in harmony
And be here now, today

Each child will have a Teddy bear
To keep him company
Because he knows no better
His fears cause misery
When we grow up, it’s still the same
We have our Teddy bears
In beliefs, loves, and possessions
Our teddy bears are there.

But this is not the answer
It does no good at all
We all must learn to stand alone
It might seem kind of cruel
But we did enter world alone
And when we leave again
We also go all by ourselves
Nothing with us remains.

There’s only one real certainty
And that’s the fact of you
Just look within and you will see	
That this, it be so true
For in the end you’ll find this out
That you are everything
And oh such peace, and harmony
This truth to you will bring

22 March 2014 @ 1440hrs.


Details | Ballad | |

GOD'S GOING TO SET YOU FREE

Something I want to tell you
Something you should know
How much I really love you
Forever together, stay or go

Oh, I hate you are a prisoner 
To this serious physical malady
I know that God will heal you
Either here or in eternity
Want you to know.. God's going to set you free

My trash can is full of paper
So many things I want to say
A million thoughts I'm thinking
Trying to pen a few today

Been my closest confidant  
A part of you lives inside of me
No matter what the future holds
Together forever, we will be
Want you to know.. God's going to set you free

I might not say things well
Not sure what's right to do
I keep coming back to this 
Forever, I'll be loving you

Life is a difficult journey
I know who holds our hand
He'll walk us both to Heaven
Trusting in salvation's plan

So today I imagine tomorrow
In eternity friends we'll be
And here we'll still together
Always going to be you and me
Want you to know.. God's going to set you free

Contest: Elly's "Maybe The Last Letter"
Date: 9-20-14


Details | Concrete | |

Trip Twist

In the void, sipping the zoid,
with mental properties of tripping on the spiral.
Falling down the tail of lions, awkwardly spinning.
With upside down tunnel vision leaking through.

Solidifying all matter that matters,
melting into the walls of your brain.
It tickles all the raindrops dripping in your eyes,
satisfying your desire of a synchronized pattern.

Bleeding purple from the rainbow,
and turning into swirls of diamonds.
Slipping exuberantly beside you; driving you wild.
Where the shadows stop the spirited scream.

Devour yourself into the omniscient grip. 
Icy cold finger tips scratch the surface of your divinity,
bringing you closer to the God who whispered in your unborn ear,
situated in your flesh from birth to death.

It embeds itself in the pupil of your eye,
dancing with your spirit and licking your soul.
Black shapes of madness wrapped in chaos and euphoria.
Twinkling and blinking dust of a cloud. 

Haze filled skies and blood filled smoke raining from the clouds.
Envisions of clowns and demons laughing at our demise.
Chilling sensations of sickening mannerisms,
mechanisms and mechanics sought out to destroy the tiny creatures.

These creatures running crazy into acceptance of demise.
Deprived of life, scared of death but giving into it's taste.
Taste buds quiver as the taste grows sweeter.
Death, oh death, tell everyone who you really are...

Too long have you been hidden in the shadows you cast, 
too long have we rendered your pain.
The world grows sicker as the hairs in my head grey. 
I'll never surrender as demons always circle.

Today, begins a new day of our fight.
And I have a good feeling about this day. 
Onward, we have united our minds and gathered ourselves within. 
Always ready for we accept our fear. 

We accept our hate and everything in between.
Accept it all for what it really is. 
No amount of doubts will over throw us. 
Onward, to peace.


Details | Ballad | |

Antigone

I am the face of misery
My life, a dissonance of autumn and spring,
The years are written in the same
Lugubrious, nostalgic grey
How can it be the author to blame?
I cannot scream this all away…
Burn nor Bleed this all away…
To Death I am Ordained

Lacuna ever growing
With Velvet sheets of life flowing
Aeons apart of my "royalty"
Under the mask the cannot see...
Can you dispel this tragedy:
Antigone - Epiphany failing

If it must be…
Then just kill me,
(Antigone) sing me out of reality;
I wear this dissonant crown of shame
(Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain
I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane
(Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame
The sordid child of Thebes,
This is me,
Antigone

No words of hope
No words of hate
Do I have Lenore to send to me:
The sordid child of Thebes
Caught In the longest nightmare
life - the slowest way to die

I know this is my life 
But I'm not under control
under the mask the will see
Just Another Human

If it must be…
Then just kill me,
(Antigone) sing me out of reality;
I wear this dissonant crown of shame
(Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain
I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane
(Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame
The sordid child of Thebes,
This is me,
Antigone

If it must be…
Then just kill me,
(Antigone) sing me out of reality;
I wear this dissonant crown of shame
(Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain
I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane
(Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame
The sordid child of Thebes,
This is me,
Antigone

Can you dispel my life; this tragedy?
Can you control the storm in my mind?
I'm asking you: can you rid me
Of The Curse of Antigone?


Details | Free verse | |

The sweetness

There’s some honey, so you can take they said
There’s some sugar, you might enjoy they say
But then you might not enjoy it by the end.

Within the sweetness of the word,
 There’s the sweetness of the soul
But the bittersweet taste in this mouth isn’t a foul
Cause this taste they said I might enjoy then, I certainly don’t do now.

There’s the sweetness that rests upon this body,
The sweetness streaming by the currents,
Swirling and twisting in miraculous ways,
Just cascading into another future

But then while forming now the present to the future.
This transformation brings great changes with it,
And now changing the way the dandelion dances with the wind
Creates a mess, a honed mess
But now the dandelion is dying.

Who would take care of the dandelion?
The now sweet dandelion,
That has discovered that ain't it all be sweetness,
Now the dandelion dances with the wind, evades that much sweetness and delights in the sun.

Anna~


Details | Free verse | |

The final tune, of the tick tock clock

If I had just one day to live
24 hours to feel complete
Would I race across the castle of my dreams
Hunted by the echo of the tick tock clock
Dreading the moment that fateful tune came to a halt
Chasing down runaway thoughts
Frantically piecing together broken promises
All while fearing the silence, the end of the tick, tock;


Rather
I would gaze up at the steps of this sky high castle
This floating montage of my life
And lounge upon the first step,
Resigned to enjoy these fated moments
Without fear or regret,
Resigned to enjoy this melody with those I love
This farewell tune played to me by the tick tock clock.


Details | Couplet | |

Pro-Life vs Pro-Choice


Has this ever been a choice you had to make Considering life or death ~ deciding anothers fate Who has the right to judge if and when one procreates Should politicians or priests decide what’s at stake What about the child who’s raped ~ does she have a say Which choice is right ~ keep the child ~ give him away A mother carrying a child with an abnormality ~ what’s right To watch her child suffer ~ witness his fatality ~ what a sight Is it fair to say if you decide to abort ~ you don’t care I don’t claim to have an answer here ~ but say this I wouldn’t dare I wouldn’t dare ~ it’s not fair ~ I wouldn’t dare This choice is the most difficult for anyone to bare Lay


Details | Ballad | |

WHY

Why did God create a life
That wasn’t meant to be
Why did He give eyes
If they were never meant to see
Why did He put breath in you
Then take that breath away
Why give you to me
If you were never meant to stay
Why show someone happiness
And how it feels to smile
And fill their hearts with hope
If it can only last a while
Why did God create the sun
When all it does is rain
How am I supposed to laugh
When all I feel is pain
Why let people dream
Knowing their dreams will not come true
Why should I find someone else
When all I want is you
Why say there’s a Heaven
When it doesn’t help to pray
Why is there tomorrow
When I long for yesterday
What’s the point in searching
Knowing you’re not there to find
Why give someone life
If death is following behind
So why God when He took my love
Did He not take me too
For life is not worth living
If it means I don’t have you...


By Raina Hutchins, from the UK


Details | Rhyme | |

Is it to late

Can we stop it?

It’s a crazy, hazy world
All filled with crazy people
The danger we are in
Its sky high, like a steeple
It’s reaching a crescendo
It’s touching air and ground
Earthquakes, hurricanes and floods
These be so often found
Is it too late to stop now?
Can we really turn it back?
Or is there mass destruction
A short way up the track?


Details | Ballade | |

Playing with fire

Playing with fire

What is it with these morons?
What is this fierce desire?
What is it that makes them tick?
Why do they play with fire?
They wander round from place to place
With lighters in their hand
And start these fires haphazardly
I do not understand.

What gets into their foolish heads?
To make them do these things
They call these people arsonists
Such destruction these fools bring
Houses they go up in flames 
As the fires go raging by
And animals, and often people
Amidst these flames they die.

Have these folk no compassion?
Do they not care at all?
About the damage they create
Why are these folk so cruel?
It seems to me they be insane
What else could they be?
Lock them up is what I say
And throw away the key.

25 November 2013 @ 1609hrs.








Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

THE FALL OF BAGHDAD

     THE FALL OF BAGHDAD
What rite of passage, moves one to the light,
and through the healing of all earthly ail,
bestows this breath of life, to make it right,
Oh Babylon, tis time for life to fail.

Harm thee no thing, no spirit in the sky,
nor any beast nor fowl who's meant to flyl

In algebric expression, your unknown,
will show the spirit world we fail to see,
Your recognizing from your flowers grown
In Poppy fields, your highs not meant to be.

We've paid the price, for all to bear your sin
And left you with no peace you have to win.

Each algebric expression drives us mad,
now your unknown is where we have to hide,
it matters not your ending will be sad,
Scheherazade may dance, but she has lied.

The streets of Baghdad--Babylon's decay
Are made to waste, they will not have their day.

No Shamanistic eye can bear your weight,
nor transforms what you've been to other things,
and when you see the truth, it's all in hate
that brings the end, of which all life now sings.

Witch Doctors all have read bones all the same,
It is our end, and Babylon's to blame.
© ron wilson


Details | Ballad | |

Please Give Him Back To Me

I just don’t want to be alone
I don’t want to be free
I cannot be without you
But all that’s left is me
I lie here in the darkness
I scream, I shout, I cry
But no one seems to hear me
As I pray, I pray to die
There is no daylight in my world
No sun, no moon, no glow
No smiles or laughter; only tears
Just tears, sad tears that flow
I put my hands together 
I pray to God above
To take me from this lonely place 
And to the man I love
But in the deafening silence
I know I face defeat
I know I'm still alone, because
My broken heart still beats
He took you from my loving arms
And walked you through His door
You belong to Him now
You belong to me no more
I know I live on borrowed time
I know it won’t be long
Before I'm in your arms again
The place where I belong
And I will keep on praying
Until he hears my plea
To take me through the gates of Heaven 
And give you back to me...


Details | Limerick | |

The young man from Dover

There was a young man lived in Dover
And he was the son of a rover
He fell into the sea
Cause clumsy was he
A shark came and it was all over.


Details | Cinquain | |

Young Girls Pain

Love
Deceitful, wicked
Weeping, cringing, loathing
Things children shouldn’t feel
Hate
 
Intimacy
Repulsive, severe
Struggling, bleeding, collapsing
My pain continues unheard
Father
 
Hope
Abandoned, faulty
Hiding, listening, praying
Life is my suffering
Justice
 
Purpose
Forbidden, fruitless
Reeling, clutching, grinning
The agony has ended
Redemption

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Details | Couplet | |

Unknown

Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?

Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.

And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.

I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep. 

Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.

And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.


Details | Heroic Couplets | |

Pieces Of Me

I turn and look,
everywhere flesh on hooks,
skulls on mounted on the walls,
headless little dolls.

Oh, someone please help me,
I pull on my bonds but cant get free,
I hear footsteps coming closer,
Soon I will be face to face with this monster.

The door slowly swings wide,
and the shadow the darkness cant hide,
with the knife in his hand,
I know my time is at his demand.

With the first cut the agony is too much,
the knife was covered in salt and makes a sound like a crunch,
I scream which excites him then i pass out,
nothing more to to say or talk about.


I slip away into a dream,
with my final scream,
I am finally free,
Now all that is left is pieces of me.


Details | Free verse | |

Bleeding Rose

red streaks run along the
edges of the white petals
like the ones that run down her arms 
trickling slowly down the stem
and to the floor 
like the tears she sheds every
second of the day

the red stains upon the
leaves unwashed 
the red stains upon her fingers
untouched
red stained carpet and
red stained cloths

a jacket worn at all times
a black jacket covering the scars
red puddles left behind
and a bleeding rose


Details | Prose | |

Just Jump - Frankenstein's Grand Finale - End of the Dear Frankenstein Saga

What happens when your only way out is so final, yet so beautiful?
When the only one you've got is your captor, your abuser?
When your chance at a legitimate escape is too far away, when you’ve just got to get away now?

 

I’ll tell you what happens:
You get a little crazy, a little careless.
You can’t remember all of the people who care for you, the ones who would miss you.
You get selfish.

 

You can’t see what causes it, so you can’t fix it… this dysfunction.
You know you can’t just change it, because you’re not the only one involved.

 

So… You run.
The first chance you get, you run.
But there’s no where to go.
You know they’ll come.
You know they’ll find you.
So, you run.
Just until you find a beautiful space.
It’s so beautiful, it might already be heaven.
You’ll find out soon.

 

It’s a beautiful cliff.
Maybe they’ll think you fell.
It doesn't matter.
Don’t leave a note;
Let them think what they will.

 

Jump.
Now’s your chance.
Hear them coming?
They’re closing in.
Quick!
Before they catch you.

 

This is your last chance to escape.
Jump.
It won’t hurt once you've hit the bottom.
It can’t be any worse than everyday.

 

Do it now,
Before there’s anymore pain.
Don’t start thinking.
They’ll get over you.
Move on without you.

 

Jump.
Before it’s too late again.
Just jump.
Nothing will ever hurt again.

 

Quick!
Do it quick!
Jump.
… Just Jump.

 

*This is the end of a tortured life.*

 

Turns out…

The bad guys win.

 …………


Details | Rhyme | |

Flood

Waters rise, engulf the land and other ruses
we devise to block their flow, to stem the tides.
Anxious, we are left to ride the waves
on fragile barques bereft of sails.
Such flimsy arks (mere barrel staves
and baling wire) float up the sides
of great sea-risers, like defiant snails
awash in slime. In time, seabrine looses
collective holds on congealed excuses
and in salt solution we dissolve.
To silver fishes we soon devolve
while worlds and stars, giants and dwarfs,
fade from mind like boats from wharfs.
And when to darker depths we dive,
will fishes miss us? Shall we survive
apart from sky, from air, from dry?
When at last we gasp and die
will crabs cavort? Can fishes cry?


Details | Quatrain | |

A Mother's Son......For Dustin Cunningham

A smile that warms her heart.
 With bright, shining Angel eyes.
Soon his whole world would fall apart.
 When he sadly watched as his Mother dies.

No one to listen or believe what he saw.
 For years the truth lie in wait.
Each passing day, the pain made him raw.
 And for his step-dad rose a new level of hate.

A troubled youth is what he'd come to be.
 Violence, drugs and alcohol to deal with the pain.
When the truth came out it didn't set him free.
 Watching for Santa as his Mother was slain.

After years, Justice was served for his Mother's death.
 But her kids would have no justice at all.
They would never hold her again so they remained bereft.
 She'll never be there for them to hug, kiss or call.

She loved her kids, especially her eldest son.
 She was taken too soon by a drunk, selfish bully.
He didn't care who he hurt or what he did to anyone.
 Its not something her children could understand fully.

Her son now sits in his own personal Hell.
 Taken away from society to pay for his unrelated crimes.
So now he stays in that six by six prison cell.
 Hoping that he'll heal in a matter of time.

I'm here for him and I remain his friend.
 I wait for that shine to return to his now haunted eyes.
For that smile to brighten from his sad, dull grin.
 I'm someone who can love him and quiet his cries.


Details | Narrative | |

into the wedge

There are some things, we will never forget


....

the sound of a phone call, still rings in my ears
squeezing my chest.....squeezing my chest...

the sun was sinking low, into the west
along with my heart
cold, under a blood-red sky

as we drove into the wedge of dusk
on the edge of our seats
in a frozen state 
on that icy slope
I was holding my breath in the liquid silence
coping........not coping
engaging in warfare
of knowing, without really knowing
how to hope, ...or what to hope for

but deep down
already knowing, the war was over...

my torso was rocking
without my control......forward and backwards
a life of it's own
a balm for raw nerves, I couldn't calm down
something to do, something to do
knowing, but not knowing
be hopeful, or be resigned?
coping? not well
 ...knowing, but not knowing

yet, somehow fearing
the war was over....

-

on that night that would change all...

he clung to the wheel......I clung to the seat
we clung to our prayers, but what was done, will be done...
what is gone.....will be gone

as we drove into the wedge of night
watching the moon replace the sun without remorse
we stayed on course, without a word between us said
but a slither of light on the horizon
filling my head with visions of birds on the wing
flying into the clouds
like a sign
as a shroud
taking my eyes
taking my hope
taking the doubt
taking instead
my own resistance
to what I already knew
it all
meant

what was done....will be done
what is gone....will be gone
losing hope....is losing hope
the war was over...

what is left 
we must accept




_________________________________


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

TOMORROW'S EVENING NEWS

        TOMORROWS EVENING NEWS
I've wedded to this state of wealth I've known,
yet feel the seeds of youth that need be sown,
and through it all, my woman's made me pause,
reflecting on what's more than -- just because,
and drove my mind insane and not mine own.

The master's Raven's
    tapping at my door,
And warns I say goodbye 
      forevermore.

There's not one dastardly thing I'd not do,
nor any vile of life I'd not pursue,
in claiming her to be as I would say,
beholding to my chest, then caste away,
how love should never be, nor come unto!

Her breasts, those tits, 
       my lifelong loving whore,
So quoth the Raven, 
          Love them nevermore.

But what she bares to me, I shan't refuse.
Though evil is our way--God! What's the use?
no young of life has suckled with such glee,
well knowing death of her is death of me,
and knowing well, our end will make the news.

And as Poe's Raven 
       tap's here on our door.
I use her cutlery
         to do my chore.
© 2002 ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet


Details | Haiku | |

DUSK'S GIFT

Night consumed the day
dawn bring forth a tragedy
morning birth despair


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Questioning Life

Forget! Regret not, for it all has intention...
To attempt comprehension leads to double block wall.
In searching your question, much more loss is gotten, 
Confusion, dismay a deeper dug hole.
Infinitely seeking you strive for some meaning, 
the truth is quite simple you are not sole at all! 
Infusion connection the union eternal, 
Is easy to grasp when knowledge of whole,
is truly encountered from deep within query
The meaning the truth the love of it all...
Once trouble & strife and struggle are missing,
The clear light of being shows beauty once more.
Accept what is given agree to the treaty.
Fight not with your fears, and answer your call.
Find substance in living, step over delusions. 
Regardless of meaning, life’s radiance will soar.
So use this awareness these words and this practice,
Come forth tall and sturdy, head high and recall..
When sad and when empty in need of intention,
No doubts I plead! No need to explore!
Emotions you hold are sensed by your siblings,   
Your waves of sensation your truth and your soul... 
Are parts of us all, we are all together we are all but one!
In oneness we’re whole! 


Details | Ballade | |

If you saw the horror

If you saw the horror

If you in your life once saw
A man’s head filled with maggots
Intestines screaming out at you
And smelling such a lot
And seen the horror on his face
Though he be the enemy
Then you’d look at war my friends 
And feel the same as me.

I carried him within my arms
This enemy so fierce
He died before my eyes, you know!
Into my heart it pierced
[This horror that be war my friends
The ugliness of it!!!!]
Although he was the enemy
It hurt me quite a bit.

For he was just a human being
Leaving folk who loved him
To die in so much misery
I saw his eyes go dim
And my heart went out to him
For he too, I had killed
I did not fire the blessed missile
Yet guilty I was still!!!.


Details | Free verse | |

The Empty Kleenex Box

I reach for another Kleenex.
The box sits empty on the shelf.
Have I really cried that many tears?
Has my life turned into a sad tale?
Have all the tissues floated down a river of lonely tears?

The time for crying has ended.
I will lift myself.
Poke out my head.
Had not the sun continued to shine in my absence?
My friends cried with me for a while.
A few of the tissues where crumpled in their hands.
Still I was not to be consoled.
What choice did they have but to leave?
In fact I was so sad I barely knew they were there.

So now I rise.
Lift my eyes to the sky.
Let a gentle breeze dry my face.
Smile with thanks for a new day.
For in the end
a river of tears and tissues is enough.

The Empty Kleenex box contest 
Sponsored by Craig Cornish

Still some entry spots left, join in the fun/sadness.



Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Vampires, Part Two A Continuation

Useless as today’s pile up of spent money
Don’t do the way of indentured slaves
What we have always known is true for some                                                             
How would you like to meet your smiling face
Such a opportunity to connect, to be new
What a glorious gift, to start anew, be somebody else
Trashing around in this body, give it some thought
The courage of many is your gift, embrace it.
Your gift from all who have drunk from the well
Drunk with life, drunk from life, what's the difference?
Who can fly fire and not burn, not fall?
Who can understand why the waves swallow the sand?
Embrace it as you would embrace a lover,
Your innermost needs cry for release
The sweat masks your face, wringing wet
hopple hopping with all your unspecified needs,
a  laundry list of needs
Washed, tossed, flimsy flimsy hopple hopper                                                             
Do you know why you were born?                                                                               
Will you ever learn                                                                                                        
You have been instructed, shown the way                                                              
Thank you for your participation
for what had to be done


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

DEVIL GALE NOR'EASTER

       DEVIL GALE NOR'EASTER
Relinquishing my right to being sane,
tis none-the-less God given to my brain,
the very hope, while on this restless sea,
so into dark, and where a gale must be,
I'll stay my course, into the driving rain;

into the howling wind; into the night,
through white caps higher than my line of sight,
the bellowing less than two fathoms mark,
close to the bottoming to Neptune's dark,
but I must steer my ship, to what is right!

Though I may know the brine is shallow here,
along the coast, and know the rocks are there,
to dare my vessel, have a pleasant trip!
up devil's shore, they hope to dash my ship
and sink me to the depths, to disappear.

Blow hard! Nor'easter! You'll not put me down!
My ship is fit, I've heard your dying sound!
Now I can see the rising of the sun,
in streaks of light, predicting you are done!
And I have sailed this night to solid ground!
© ron wilson aka Cap'n Vee Bdosa


Details | Rhyme | |

Sorry For Your Loss

“I’m sorry for your loss,” you say 
As if those words make it okay
Well it’s NOT okay, I’M NOT OKAY
Nothing will ever be the same!
I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, I can’t drink
All I can do is think think THINK
About how she’s gone and never coming back
But she can’t be gone; she’s my other half!
How could this happen on our wedding day?
She never had a chance to proclaim
“I do!”
A heart attack at 32
32!
Our life together, an unraveled spool
Gone, before it began – 
Why God, did this have to happen – to me, to us?
How could You take someone I LOVE so much?
Tell me WHY, what was the point -
Why her, why NOW? I’m going crazy 
Trying to figure it out!
She was my world, my life, my reason to live
And You took her, YOU TOOK HER
And left me like this –
With a HOLE 
Like the Grand Canyon 
Inside my soul
Why did You take her and leave me alone? 
Why won’t You answer? I deserve to know!
She was my home, my HOME, and You left me 
A L O N E 
You had to know this would rip me to bits - 
Thanks a lot, for the WORST WEDDING GIFT!!!!


6/27/12
for the "If I Had a Broken Heart" Contest


Details | Light Poetry | |

Weeping Widow

She dressed in black on that cloudy day
Her lover buried in soil of clay
She was weeping tears, her lover gone
Her heart was heavy, as was the knife

She longed for times long gone
When lovers entwined, sweet as wine
Time has passed, and love has faded
She could have been a lady

She choose instead, the bitter vine
The knife was deep, the blood divine
She danced all night, as the devil red bright
Even, she could have been a lady

Weeping widow don’t you cry
We know the tears fall from the sky
You dressed in black, to say goodbye
Your tears water past memories

Dead dreams fade from view
Weeping widow you are now free
From the torment of your crimes
Solitude will drink you whole

When the blood of lost passions
Dries
Truly a weeping widow you shall be
Alone among wild flowers and roaches


Details | Cinquain | |

When Hate Becomes You

Hate
Ignorant fears
Jealousy, envy, tension
Grows into something dangerous
Death


Details | Free verse | |

Draconian II

[The Puppeteer]
The storm I see you in
Caught in the race of Caïn
Held by the arms you cannot see--the conducter of Ennui 
-No stronger than the void you hold within-
It began with a hope, an obsession
Casted into, slavery of repugnant possessions 
Granted by, the Avaricious Lords, the ones we serve for
-They Told Us to pray, hope, away from despair, the despair caused by their immaculate Hands
Malice, envy, greed, was granted to me, The Feudal Dream, we want to be Them, just like him
-just how he solaces us, ambivalent hope, engendering knives to my throat 

[The Fall]
In this Valley of morning and weeping
Love lies bleeding, in desperate fear
With their talons, the hunt to rip out thy heart 
As each velvet petal falls apart
Her body chained in their bile and lies, covered with their red-spy
-sent just to check if our souls are in line, do not defy 
Her blood velvet and pure, drips away with innocence of the amber guardian 
The soil of plagues, beggars, and graves
Is know her home, the coven of solace
Though the seed has died--resurrection Is near passing through death's fear
One stronger than you--and thy funeral skies
She is alive--anew
But the vapors still remain
The Apocalypse is here, do we fear?
Just for the death of our sins
Elysia never Seemed so far away

[Our Damnation]
Solitary ruins, Fulfill their visions
We strayed far from the depths within 
We all lingered to his solace--lies
-you make the sign everyday, but lack toknow the name
We are just the toys, he pulls all of the strings
We are nothing in this burning world
of Decadence, and Failed Semblance

[Draconian] 
Draconian--Reach for the shadows within
Draconian--Break from the Fallen's son
Draconian--Their empirical lies, only die
Draconian--Reach the shadows within


Details | Lyric | |

Elysium Dream of Love

I close my weary eyes
Holding onto the hope
Of not having to cope
Not a mintue longer
Without you by my side
Not expierencing
The warm look in your eyes
The tingling rush of your finger tips
That would grip my hair tight
To stop you from slipping into the night
Biting  your bottom lip
As a pinch to yourself
To see if it was real
The dream of love we felt
And now that you are gone
I only wish to die
Your image fades from my mind
Sometimes I see it clear,
The sun is skillfully stroking it set in the sky
As my feet float down the road across the tuscan country side
I ever so gently sense the wildy grown wheat
Tickling these troubled lines engraved in the palm of my hand
I playfully pick one out of the land and pluck the grains
I look up and in the distance is where she waits
But there she remains peacefully strolling through the calming field
In a white cotton dress that tails off in the wind and
wearing a small confident smile that makes my yearning heart yield
Whispering in my ear that soon I will make it home
But my Life's journey must continue down this God paved road
I awake with the longing of her, But with so much to do
I need God's strength for one more day to get through


Details | Epic | |

Betch Please, Really

I simply love being me for I am so good at everything step into my city and they will tell you who is King one day when I am hungry I will swallow everything then and only then shall I inherit the stuff I dream even then I promise not to settle for satisfaction at any instant half a second I could spring into full action so go against me? please, you do not even measure up to half of the goodness that I hold tight like my treasure still spreading rumors about me to try and destroy my life can't believe I let myself get beat by a stripper and my self-intended knife try and say I'm gay even though we both know that isn't the truth just ask any woman I been with if they ever needed proof they'll say I was the cream of the crop as they took it all night knowing I just may never stop I own the status of a legend now what you got left to say when I bring it twenty-four seven?


Details | Lyric | |

In my corrupt stead

Draped from her body, they sparkle like gold. Tear soaked and smothered, in lies that she's told. She wears them ashamed, but she wears them with grace. To cover the pain, that is etched in her face. 
  It's her mark, it's her passion, her reason to breathe. As shallow and weak, as pathetic can be. 
  For the last time I saw her, was the last place she laid. Where I held her so close, deep down in her grave. No more to be seen, no more to betray. Damned and unheard, while she cried out in vain. 

Don't pity the evil, corrupt and forsaken. Who've strayed from the path, that they should have taken. It's all self inflicted, they live unrestricted. But on this their last day, they'll all be convicted. 

Etched in his body, the scars will remain. Blood soaked in madness, he's nearly insane. He wears them in anger, but he wears them with pride. To expose to the world, all his hate that's inside. 
  It's his mark, it's his passion, his reason to breathe. As shallow and weak, as cruel as can be. 
  But the last place I saw him, was the last time he raged. Where I beat him and broke him, deep down in his grave. No more to be seen, no more to be heard. Damned and destroyed, underneath all his dirt. 

Don't pity the evil, corrupt and forsaken. Who've strayed from the path, that they should have taken. It's all self inflicted, they live unrestricted. But on this their last day, they'll all be convicted.

Now sift through my ashes, gather up all my bones. Let him without sin, cast the first stone. Pile me up in a bucket, and leave me to stay. So I can face my creator, on my judgement day. 
 It's my life, it's my passion, it's what I believe. As misunderstood, as reckless can be. 
  For the last time you saw me, was the last time I prayed. Where I dug my own hole, and laid down in my grave. No more to be hated, no more to be feared. For in my corrupt stead, an angel appeared. 


Details | Triolet | |

Stab, Choke, Torture, Shoot to Kill

The rage that screams against the sky A battle ground of angry hate Death's anger looms; threat reaches high The rage that screams against the sky A voice it struggles to deny The venom 'fore it spews too late The rage that screams against the sky A battle ground of angry hate. What made bit** think she could deceive A fam'ly grown so sick of hurt I'm one she thought that would believe What made bit** think she could deceive? Fed up with lies, we're so naive Her many victims her desserts What made bit** think she could deceive A fam'ly grown so sick of hurt. I want to choke her scrawny neck And make cruel vengeance mine to give To make her bleed, knife's wounds inflict I want to choke her scrawny neck And twist until I'm held in check But not 'fore I know she'll ne'er live I want to choke her scrawny neck And make cruel vengeance mine to give. I lay my head on Satan's bed The price was worth my deadly fate She's cold and lives with devil's dead I lay my head on Satan's bed No tear I shed, no more to dread It's over now, there's no more wait I lay my head on Satan's bed The price was worth my deadly fate.
Destroyer ~ Poet’s contest Name any poem with a strong title" (your poem title has to catch my eye) your most favorite outstanding title...


Details | Ballade | |

Living in fear

Living in fear

Most of us, we live in fear
So much anxiety
Is hiding there within our psyche
And this will always be
Because we do not know what happens
When it comes to our dying day
We can say that we believe in God
But do we? All the way???

As death comes close, the fear will grow
Because we do not know
We have never looked within
And seen the inner glow
And other people’s words won’t do
They be not our own truth’s
Anyone can talk the talk
What we really need is proof.

But should we look into ourselves
And ask ourselves this thing
‘Who is this entity called me’?
Much peace these words might bring
Cause this is where the truth is hid
It takes away all fear
Then peace and harmony will come
And the answer will be clear.

19 February 2014 @ 0917hrs.






Details | Ghazal | |

Ghazal to Find a Reason

Force of mortal and faceless reason
A dark light finds no fate to reason.

Of cancerous nights, an uprooted slumber
Manic red luster of livid white reason.

No justice refined for the everyman's token
The cavalry's engine, the hum of blind reason.

For heavenly voices a desperate chorus
Numb as in prayer to beseech yet a reason.

One summer's bright flower reborn in a shadow
Calls off the late reaper, a wind of sage reason.


Details | Ballad | |

Be careful what you wish for

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


Details | Haiku | |

Last Promise

I left you with one
promise hanging on my tongue.
So tell me my love,

do the words still haunt
you? I can hear your heart call
my name across hell.


Details | Rhyme | |

Crossin the Picket Line in Heaven

There they stand
Swords in hand
The one has crossed their line
They wait so still
Lusting the kill
The one fears his own combine
Halos on the ground
Tossed with a frown
The one can feel the climb
His nation bleeds slow
His angels a glow
With death on their mind
He failed his armada
They stand like no other
Waiting for the one to come down
He slips on his robe
They feel shock in the globe
As he floats down the steps of his cloud
Cannibals roar with hate
They cant wait to debate
As the one prepares to cross the line
He delivered his words
With a shock in his verbs
And spelled out to his crew now sublime
He promises them
To follow through his amend
And fix all that broke from his hands
As he did prepare
A sword entered his bare
And sliced him open as they stand
"Know now you will die
From the hands of your spys
As we did all the work for you
Regret so do we
For too late so we be
And the damage was done from your move"
As the one passes on
The light turns to dark
His eyes shut as he sees himself true
For he greets himself kind
For he crossed the picked line
Of the Angels that he raised as his own
Now he lays dead
As they fight for the head
Of the one that gave them life from his clone
Be prepared to die slow
Befriend no one to make sure
That your head wont roll down life's bone


Details | Free verse | |

Gene, Gene, the Singing Machine

(in memoriam, Eugene Lawler, d. January 29, 2012, aged 83 years)

--- Note:  "The singing machine" is a not so tongue-in-cheek reference to Gene and his penchant for singing whenever and wherever he wished, as well as to his karaoke
equipment and his nickname at bars that featured karaoke nights. ---


You fancied yourself a singer,
and indeed you were.
What songs we heard from you
you had made your own,
and you gave them freely
to all who would listen
(though we were just a few
who were, at times, inattentive.)
Time and remembrance may color
the images you left behind,
and the sentimental songs
you sang (and scribed on silver disks 
for us to hear when, and if, we will)
may prod us to recall
your willful, dour demeanor
which could bloom into benevolence
or darken further in stormy sneers
at tardiness, or at perceived
maltreatment of any sort.
You were your own arbiter of behavior
who kept before you expectations
of what was appropriate, for yourself
and for us, the others of your kind.
We were few (still fewer now),
who flocked together on occasion
to celebrate, in quiet fashion,
whatever anniversary we chose --
perhaps your passing date
will become another to be marked.
And your voice, reproduced mechanically,
amplified, may remind us of our loss,
and of yours.  


Details | I do not know? | |

Brown m and m's in a brandy glass

Twice wronged by false ideas of a hero who doesn't save
A man who is synthetic for a poor fools mislead hope
How can you follow the convicted with a smile
To twice have the dreams snatched by his will
Tears like acid melting my heart away
How soon they are to forget past disasters
Like a wound in my soul its always going to stay

I need to sleep
But I only dream of unseen faces
Melancholy smiles
Mental plagues and internal trials
If your cross to bear is ignorance
Then this lack of life will become mine

Another diet of colourful pills and bleak skies
Slow burned before the feeling seeped inside
When I try to remember the life I left behind
I find the memories are dissolving while my emotions die
Head wounds and another book of excuses
So easy to identify the origin of another lie
I need a pill to suppress my urge to live in vain
I need a quick solution to destroy my ongoing pain

I need to sleep
But I only dream of unseen faces
Melancholy smiles
Mental plagues and internal trials
If your cross to bear is ignorance
Then this lack of life will become mine

In my arms there wont ever be a weight
Nothing to call my possession
Smiles with that which I call my own
Burdened by seeing others tears 
In the night of the cold moonlight
Laughter so quiet to revalidate my state of mind
I've been here before my memories so quick to remind me
But they've been gone too long to give an answer to get me by

I need to sleep
But all I see are unseen faces
Melancholy smiles
Mental plagues and internal trials
If your cross to bear is ignorance
Then this lack of life will become mine


Details | Free verse | |

Empty

And when I learned that you died
How can I describe
The empty
Empty
Empty

You were my boxer in the night
Sparred with you 
About every aspect of
Life

My secret tonic
Made everything
Feel alright
Got me through it all
All the frustrations
Disappointments of 
Life

And when I learned that you died
How can I describe
The empty
Empty
Empty

We called each other friend
Even when
Our bodies came together
That single
Lunatic
Moment

That single 
Lunatic
Time

And it felt so 
Full
You made me feel
Full
How can I describe 
The full
Full
Full

My life was full
When you laughed
It felt so full even
When you 
Cried

The times I was mean

And my body left
Your body
After 
That single
Lunatic 
Time

And so we pretended 
We were just
Friends
In the end
We pretended
Then

And now you’re 
Gone

And I can barely speak
Or write 
I can barely write
A 
Single
Meaningful
Poetic
Word

And there’s a quiet room
In my mind
Where your laughter
Once
Played
My innocent child
Woman
Gone 
Away

How can I describe
The Empty
Empty 
Empty

How can I describe
The empty
Empty
Empty

How can I describe
The
Way
I
Feel?


Details | Rhyme | |

A Senior's Day

Usually you're all alone
When there's ringing on your phone
An early call that makes you moan
Just wish it was a dial tone
You grab the phone
Press to your ear
Hello who's there?
You calm your fear
A neighbor's voice comes on the line
You know at once
Things are not fine
What will she say?
This voice today
What gives you dread?
Is someone sick?
Is someone dead?
The news you hear will make you sad
You know it will
It's always bad
And so you hear the tragic tale
Another friend
You start to pale
The call ends soon
Someone who once enjoyed her wealth
She seemed to have the best of health
One minute she was doing great
Then death became her sudden fate
No more to say
Another call
That changed your day
The phone's back now
Back on the wall
Who'll call next
Who's next to fall?


Details | Free verse | |

Demon In My Closet

There is a demon in my closet and it is safe to say
 I have kept him there safely, each and every day
 Asking about his words, I thought I heard him pray
 He laughed openly stateing he was always hearing me play
 I followed, I listened I leaned over to his ways
 
It turns out he's here over an angel and a wish of keeping me gay
 Saintan is forever listening to what becomes my fate
 The doors still closed as softly as that horrid divorced decay
 But he was not wearing my brand, a mark of forever may it stand
 He had choose to turn the other cheek, to find a higher point of understanding
 
Something more suitable than just a standard branding
 A mark of a book, a devils open handing
 A demon to help me through troubles and fears
 A someone there when all I have left is openly flowing tears
 He jesters, he peers, he jokes, he steers
 But I think my favorite time is where leers



Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

death row

I'm trying to write but my mind goes blank
I tried appeasing the people but i got no thanks
So instead of working I turned to robbing banks
I am not a bad guy so incase of confrontation my gun had blanks
I didnt want no body's mom or dad to die
But the Judge at the court decided i should fry

Living in a room barely big enough for a bed
Everyone around me waiting for the day they get dead
I'm trying to stay strong but this place messes with my head
Three meals a day the only sustenace is bread
I need an outlet for the world to hear what i said
But my life will end prematurely im gonna be dead

Three meals a day and there people outside who cant eat
I have wronged society yet its the poor ouside getting beat
No wonder that the world exists on hate and decieit
So a message to all you kids dont be packing no heat
Dont need no big humvess just a job to help you eat
iIwish i had more sence would have saved me from the street


Details | Rhyme | |

DRIFTING PT. 2 BY NIGHT'S END ALL SHALL COME TO PASS (the ending that couldn't fit on same page

I got nothing to lose!
I might as well.  What the hell!
Here I come now I can see.
Plain and vividly.
Right up the path on Willis Ave - Section 2 - Apt 3

I’m Breathing heavily! 
Anxiety has stricken me!
Everything is a blur to me!
I’m inside the building now!
But I don’t remember how!
I swear I don’t remember how!
Knock…Knock…
“Who is it”?
Knock… Knock.. Knock…
“Ok.. Wait a minute”!
Knock!!! Knock!!! Knock!!!  Knock!!!
“Fool you got me twisted.  It’s twelve o’clock at night
My kids are tucked in tight!  This better be important!
Now  who in the hell is this”!

And the door opens……

One scream was heard and it was finished….
By nights end…  All came to pass….


BY NO MEANS AM I PROMOTING VIOLENCE, OR  MALICIOUS BEHAVIOR IN THE 2 STORIES I 
HAVE DISPLAYED (DRIFTING: PTS. 1&2).  HOWEVER, THIS STORY ALIKE THE MAJORITY OF 
THE  REST OF MY POEMS ARE VERY MUCH REAL AND ARE BASED ON A SERIES OF 
DEMORALIZING, HAUNTING AND INEXPLICABLE EVENTS I SUFFERED.  IN ORDER FOR THE 
READER(S) TO GET A BETTER UNDERSTANDING IN WHOLE, YOU MUST READ THE EPILOGUE, 
WHICH I WILL POST ASAP.



Details | Sestina | |

Bastard Child

Like a penny, lost and worthless, woman
mother, and buried within the origin pit, dark
she brought me like a Jezebel into her life of mourning
mistress of the stage and child to horror
born, and off he ran, forced flight my father, loss
the hussy dies but on Edgar lives in awe.

Blood and death and pain feed Poe’s awe.
Why she had done, what soul had she, this woman
leaving him a found fledgling of loss?
“Why, why, bring me into this hellish dark?”
Coal black the pit and pendulum of this zealot father’s horror
the devil’s drink brought penitence and forced, mourning.

“Bastard child!” his stepfather screamed in mourning
as his new Mother looked on in awe.
And, his new brother watched on in horror,
the lash was not spared nor kindness brought by woman.
In the starkness of his mind there was only dark.
Abandoned child, Poe, and his rescuers brought only loss.

“Run, leave, you villains all!” He cried. “There is only loss!”
So on, he wrote into the dark and mourning.
The ink the Prussian blue released the anguish his dark.
Intuition, and superstitious fright will feed him awe.
Cousin, sister, wife, would be his woman
the banshees cry, her bloody death became his horror.

“Alone, alone…” The corbies’s caw brings horror,
but for the devil’s drink, he’s naught but loss........
“Lenore…..” He’ll wall his tainted heart away from woman
and make his blasted soul the start of mourning.
“To hell with you!” He screams at those in awe
of his blank and burned out hulk of dark.

Bricked in or deep within the ripest dark...
“God, so alone……….” He hides in horror,
forlorn, depraved and not at all in awe.
For there is no romance found in loss
no beauteous bounty in the dross of mourning,
no family, friend or wife not tainted, born from woman.

So, Poe lives and dies in awe of the dark. 
Where woman’s deepest depths bring only horror
and loss is all he knows in light of mourning.


Details | Concrete | |

Death's Game

   Bright. I remember it being bright and knowing that I wasn't at home. Where am I? Oh yea, nowhere... After Brandy I couldn't stay in that town. There were too many hurtful memories to be told. I had to leave, run rather. More like hell on earth than a little peaceful town. 
  She was coming over to see me, I had been deployed for 27 months. So much for coming home... Yea, I'll come home to more than family, death... He won't leave me alone. Driving me crazy, stalking, watching, waiting for the kill. He commands me to slowly, painfully walk to him but I struggle to even breathe. Those battle fields haunt my dreams, so does she...
  "Brandy!... Hold on! Please! Fight it, fight for your will to live! Please! Don't you leave me now! We have too many plans for you to leave like this! Please..." Why couldn't they have saved her? They could of if they tried. "It's to late..." He told me. "It's to late! You can save her! What  do you have to do to save her!? A heart?... You need a working heart? Why not mine? I'll give it to her! It needs to match? Match what? Her blood type?! But a heart is a heart... right?..."
   Apparently not, it needs to match her blood type. So much for saving her. Why did I bestowe this on myself? It was going to happen anyway I guess... But why here? Why now?... Why couldn't Death just wait...


Details | Rhyme | |

Mr Corvus

Through dense cocoons of swirling sleep
and drapes of silent night,
long winding dark brings shivers deep
neath skies bereft of light.
A haunting breeze begins to moan
as age-gnarled branches creak and groan,
a haunting breeze,
a haunting breeze,
exhales a breath as cold as stone.

Black feathers shroud a moonless sleep,
malignant auras swell,
dank undergrowth begins to creep
where dying leaves once fell.
A glint of eye from shadows bleak,
a hooded form, a corvine beak,
a glint of eye,
a glint of eye,
to prey upon the frail and weak.

Then plummet into wakeless sleep
amid satanic fire,
where life and hope will slowly seep
to hell’s eternal mire.
As midnight chimes and dreams turn sour,
observes the raven from his tower,
as midnight chimes,
as midnight chimes,
all souls await the witching hour.


Details | Ballade | |

When this shell is gone

When this shell is gone

Here in this little ditty
I’ll tell you how I feel
I like to put my feelings out
And guess I always will
There’s one thing that does worry me
What I really want to know
Is ‘when I leave this blessed shell’
Will my words then lose their glow?

Don’t need the whole wide world to see
Don’t want that kind of fame
I’d just like some little group
Where people feel the same
As me, to learn to love my words
And gain from them some joy
I’d like to think that when I die
My art, they’ll not destroy.

I really don’t know why this is
It’s just the way I feel
I won’t know much about it
This fact, I guess is real
But still I’d like the knowledge
That my stuff it will live on
Even when, this shell I ride
Has been a long time gone.

9 August 2013 @ 1737hrs.


Details | Haiku | |

This will be my FINAL poem on the Soup

no more Soup for me all of YOU have pissed me off April Fools Suckers
JSLambert ~ This is the fabulous "Prankster Haiku" Haiku from the Heart Contest ~This is not your average Haiku. But I am not yir' average Joseph, for my "Prankster Haiku" form is highly Ex-plosiPH! Ya' DiGG?


Details | Free verse | |

A Granddaughter's Pain

That horrible day she heard those words.
The cawing of those dreadful birds.
The pain in her chest found its way to her eyes.
Her breath came out in only short sighs.
Her sister there to hold her hand,
Trying to be strong for the both of them.
The day had come, they knew it would.
But faster than it probably should.
They made as much noise as they possibly could.
Anything to  keep away the silence of death,
And as the tears kept falling, 
they did their best,
To try and forget this disastrous mess.
But as hard as they denied it, 
they knew it was true.
He was gone from this world, 
wasn’t meant for it too.
The last words he spoke, 
were held to be true.
“ when all the feelings had been felt,
And all the tears shed.
Let the acceptance begin.”
They echoed again and again.


Details | I do not know? | |

Life Lessons Learned

Grief took me by the hand
Lead where I didn't want to go
Straight into the valley of tears
That began to constantly flow

Now that grief had acquainted me
With sorrow in the vale of tears
It seemed at eternal spring of weeping
Was where I would constantly live

Then grief brought me up the mount
Where loved ones went before
When escorted in this place 
The lessons to which exposed

Seems now working my way back
Changed forever from that meeting
Grief an aquaintance I had spurned
But now after the greeting

I will never be the same 
Though given another hundred years
Grief taught me more in a few short fears
Than joy with all her pleasings


Details | Senryu | |

Tombstone - Like The Four Horsemen

they walked along
weathered, carrying their guns;
like the four horsemen…

down to the O.K.
guns blazing, bullets flying;
smoke clears, the strong stand…


Details | Verse | |

Inevitable Bear

Oh lonely Inevitable Bear,
Padding claws, death in white
Sorrow in recurring nightmare
Instinct’s test; fight or flight?

Camouflage against the fence,
A challenge; my subconscious fear
Ominous slowly moving silence,
“Let me in, there’s a bear out here!”


Details | Lyric | |

Turn on your light

Turn On Your Light.

Turn on your light

Turn on your light
Light the velvet softness of your night
You might have felt that breath of sweetest power
In that silver moon
That paints the twilight hours
Have you ever felt that mystic pull
That takes you from the smallest flower 
To melt into the all.

I sometimes stand there staring at the sea
As each wave reaches out to destiny
To fade and then to come back
So another wave might form
To be destroyed
Then to be reborn….

Turn on your light
Pass no judgment, who’s to say what’s right?
 No need for this when light is shining bright
Have you felt such magic
Have you felt that pull
It’s something that must happen to each fool
He must learn how to melt into
The silence of the all.

The secrets they be wrote within your soul
Seek them out and let them make you whole
Each flower it must bloom then die
So know your precious I
Must be destroyed
To be reborn… 


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The Most Likely to Succeed

All the windows down.
Shades drawn.
Door locked.
Against the imitation mahogany, a little manila card:
"Check out time:  3 o'clock."

Click!
All dark now.
Hmmmmm.
The Wizard Deluxe 16" Oscillating Fan
makes a lot of noise.
Click.
It's too cool anyway.


Whew!  Those ugly flowers on the rug!
I can almost smell them.
And the bedsprings creak.

What am I doing here...
the Big Guy...
the Smart Alec with All the Ideas...
the Joe Who Was Going Places...
the Most Likely to Succeed...
Huh!  If they could only see me now.

Well, here goes nothing.
I guess I'd better, now...
if ever, now!


Details | Light Poetry | |

Awakening

The funeral of a friend
is a rude awakening
for a man contemplating suicide.


Details | Epitaph | |

No More Nanu Nanu

Robin Williams is dead.
He committed suicide.
He suffered from depression.
Behind every painted on
clown’s smile is a tortured soul.
The school classroom clown
is only a sad sack at home.
But Mork from Ork was the
class clown for the whole world
and yet he could find no inner peace.
There is no more Nanu Nanu.
I mourn his tragic death
and pray he finds the peace of mind
he could not find in this mortal world
while he is in the everloving embrace
of the Lord our God in Heaven.


Details | Limerick | |

Farm Boy Lost

Farm boy Judd McFadden joined the army and was sent to Afghanistan.
Three months later he was shot and killed by a sorry jihadist from Pakistan.
His buddies crossed the border,
Despite a direct order,
And chased down the lousy dirty stinking rat bastard devil worshipping Taliban.


Details | I do not know? | |

DRIFTING PT. 1 THE BEGINNING OF THE END (THE REST THAT COULDN'T FIT ON THE PRIOR ENTRY

	The one responsible, Needs to learn…  a valuable lesson
!

But…..
“But What?  You can’t deny it.  Your life is f_ _ _ed, and she’s the one behind it.  And there’s 
only one….  One way to make it right.
Either or you’ll be with me…  for all eternity come midnight”!!!!
“Damned I am,” quotes the Reaper!
No matter what I do, come midnight 
I’m an eternal sleeper!!!!
An ultimatum from Satan…  A real catch 22!  
	What can I do!
				What should I do!
					What would you do!
			                                         IF YOU WERE IN MY SHOES!!!!
My heart is pounding and pounding like never before!
Rapidly racing as I draw near the door!
I step outside and leave that darkest place
Where for six weeks…back and forth I paced.
And for six weeks…  By now you know the rest-
Hand on my chest, as I anticipated cardiac arrest,
Breathing my last…  As I’d succumb my soul to death!
And all the while -
Pleading with God… to show His mercy,
	Lift  this curse, and somehow resurrect me..
Lest I drift re-direct my path,
	But ultimately it’s too late,  cause I already have!
Into the night I go… One thing on my mind…
Beware oh sleeper.  Vengeance is mine!!!!!!

to be cont…..


Details | Rhyme | |

Death by Beauty

A smile moves across her lips
She gazes at her crime
A scar across her flesh and soul
To haunt her for all time
She’ll waste away for all she cares
Never stops to use her brain
Doesn’t care about the ones who are close
All she cares about is pain

She wants to be what the others expect of her
Doesn’t care about the self-respect for her
A rose can’t be a forget-me-not
Can’t she see what all she has got
Already?

Never to go back again
She feels the world is at an end
She will never show her grief
Although she’ll cry in empty streetS

She’d sooner live like a desolate mole
Living in fear in an empty hole
Screaming silent wails alone
Content to live in her mental home

A final tear falls from her eye
It hits the ground, it’s followed by
A beautiful body, mutated by hate
A kind word could have stopped it, but it is too late
One two many bricks in the wall in her mind
Molding her demise because her heart was blind
This self conscious being could never have won
For she was destroyed by the beautiful ones

She wouldn’t fight back, wouldn’t respect herself
In the end, she managed only to wreck herself
A rose can’t be a forget-me-not
Little did she know, she had all she had sought
Already


Details | Ballade | |

If I should die right now

If I should die right now

If I should die right now
I wouldn’t even stir
As death would take me by the hand
And make the mind a blur
All that is and ever was
Is in this moment ‘now’
Oh, what have I to grieve about
The force will live somehow.

When lost within this now
There’s nothing can be wrong
No matter what the circumstance
I’m me, And I belong
To everything and anything
There’s naught to fade away
Though I know not how to speak of this
I know not what to say.

If I should die right now
The mind would fill with fear
But somewhere there’s a truth in me
That makes it all so clear
Immortal is the core of me
I know it always will be
The one that cannot ever fade
I am this one 
I am me.


Details | Ballad | |

The poet

The Poet.

Once there lived a poet
In an up and coming town
Where there mostly lived the rich
Though the poor they too were found.
And our young poet was poor indeed
Though his poetry was rich,
But no one saw there any value
Nor it's power to bewitch.

He was starving in a land of plenty
In the springtime of his life.
He lived in a hovel, dark and dim
And his health did give him strife.
But he wrote his words of magic power
Though he knew that he was dying.
And no one stopped to think of him
No one, for he was crying.

So as the last breath left his lungs
He lay a man alone.
He yearned to look through the roof above
As he thought of the nights he'd known,
When stars shone in those clear dark skies
Like twinkling, winking gems.
Then the angel touched him on the lips
He was going home again.

Two hundred years on down the track
His monuments be countless.
And everywhere his poems be read
His name it has been blessed.
How cruel be mankind’s ignorance
When wisdom's cast aside.
As fools they yearn for the gold that glitters
And beauty be denied.

Feb 16 2004.


Details | Rhyme | |

Good Night Prayer

"Now I lay me down to sleep,"
was not my childhood prayer.
I prayed that they would leave me be,
the ghosts and spirits there.

Now that I am old and sick,
I ponder my mistakes,
and now my prayer's a simpler one:
I pray that I won't wake.



©Danielle White


Details | Free verse | |

Never So Gracious

A full moon night to my delight what is so wrong with doing what's right nothing is right after so long no use in complaining time to move on The Dream Water one day might take me away farther from the comfort of familiarity I float on my back then shut my eyes my body now sinking into ocean arms open wide Now swallow your son back to his nature when he is no longer needed to stay here the next generation are dooming themselves they need my experience to guide them through hell Why should I bother on my own, I strive through I turn my back on the thought of bothering to save you alone in this world my, is it spacious I'm finally smiling, never so gracious.


Details | Sonnet | |

Sea of Unrest

A weight bound tight inside of her prison, Does no man acquire the strength that's due? She sinks down deep as high tide has risen, As her figure's swallowed by darkest blue Resignating, do her lungs open so, Oh, how she opens the gate to her death; Crushed by the pressure, she rocks to and fro', Not even with closure of one last breath The waves crash above and smother below, It was the blackest of waters she'd known; Suddenly, pressure was letting her go, And the most loveliest light was then shown A pair of hands came for me, cold and wet; Eyes upon me, and but a lovers set.


Details | Light Poetry | |

A night to forget

She thought that he’s charming
Her friends says he is so cute
But little did they know
It’s the furthest from the truth

Her mom buys her a new dress
Because he ask her to the prom
But during the fun and laughter
He spikes her punch with rum

She wakes up in his BMW
He,s smiling with a cigarette
A morning she will remember
A night to forget

She can’t stop crying
She lies on her bed
Feeling hurt and disgusted
Suicide thoughts comes to her head

Her mom notice the changes
But she don’t know what is wrong
She use to sing in the church choir
The preacher says she stops coming around

She hugs her mother last night
Then walks out the door alone
And its now early morning
She didn’t come back home

She jumps over the bridge
They pull her body soaking wet
She couldn’t live with the memory
Of the night she can’t forget

It’s sad that her young life was ruin
By the evil that lays hidden behind a smile
Her mother life is shattered
Never knowing what happen to her child

This is happening to innocent girls
All over the world
Taking away their dignity and pride
Sucking the life out of their very soul

Another girl sits under a tree
Reading a book of poem by kaz ishmael
He said “excuse me just got to say
That you have a beautiful smile

She brushes her long hair
Think her jeans didn’t fit to right
His BMW is waiting out side
They are going to movies tonight


Details | Ballad | |

Deadman Wonderland

Now that you're becoming Undone It's time to have some fun In Deadman Wonderland Khoon Tu Kao Khoon Tu Kao Khoon Tu Kao The setting Red Sun of Kali Shows it's time for your life to Pay We are the Kind to be feared -your friends We look like anyone you see Thuggee--Death's Devotees Face our treachery Bhowanee we must please She needs more--we have found our mark, our mark Won't you be the one to save humanity? Can't you see this is Deadman Wonderland Khoon Tu Kao Khoon Tu Kao Khoon Tu Kao Sacrifice! For The Black-Skinned Queen Sacrifice! For Our Mother Kali Sacrifice! It's Not Enough Sacrifice! No Mercy! This is Deadman Wonderland Deadman Wonderland This is Deadman Wonderland Deadman Wonderland


Details | Haiku | |

What People Were and What People Are

People were
Many things.
Strange or not

People were
Different and
Odd and fun.

People were
Monsters but…
That’s not all

People were
And still are
Strange and odd.

People are
People. For
life is life. 

Yet not.
Not is lies.
Truth seeps from

Every mouth
Lies, lies, lies
Move, move, move

But somehow
Lies prevail.
Lies are life.

Lies are death.
Lies are homes.
Lies are pain.

Lies are truth.
Yet somehow.
Truth prevails.

Truth is life.
Truth is death.
Truth is home.

Truth is pain.
Truth is lie.
Truth is that.

Lies will die.
Lies will cease.
Nevermore.

Truth will live.
Truth will be.
Forever.


Details | Monorhyme | |

Jekyll and Hyde

With the death of my parents something changed inside, Its a secret very deep that I’ve tried so hard to hide, I keep busy working but admit I often have denied, There’s not a day go by that I don’t think of suicide. Then I look at my children and become filled with pride, To see my son graduate, my daughter become a bride, Would be part of life so important, it could not be denied. And spending these milestones without me to preside, Would make my family feel like a big part of them died. So I keep the sleeping pills hidden and the act untried, Averting the sad thoughts, putting a smile on the outside. Breathe easy, this secret is not a true story, that’s the upside. Written by Lee Ramage August 30, 2011 For Shani Fassbender’s Contest “Tell Me a Secret” Placement: First place
** According to the World Health Organization someone around the globe commits suicide every 40 seconds. Suicide is the 3rd leading cause of death in 15-24 year olds. WHO website 2009


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Suicide

Here I stand, upon a lonely cliff; 
Outcropped above glittering white-wash waves. 
The swash of the sea and the vivid smell 
Challenges my deepest inner demons.

Here I stand- at the end of the world; 
A single step between myself and peace, 
A surge of sweat, a splash of deep water, 
And no need to run from sadness no more.

Is it truly selfish to fall to peace?
To leap from pain and a constant heartache, 
Into vast waters of tranquility?
Are you not selfish to keep me here? 

I stand here upon this lonesome rock, 
And I gaze at the empty horizon; 
My life unfolds as I step to the edge,
And in a split and empty second; peace.

Though I did not leap, fly, nor fall forward.
For if you could feel as I can feel now;
See life as clear and smell as I can smell; 
You would find purpose in those white-wash waves.


Details | Acrostic | |

Ironic

Interesting to realize…
 Resolution of the matter of suicide
  Only requires a few pills,
   Nonchalantly handed out by
    Indiscriminate Doctors, treating me for depression
     Completely oblivious of my intentions

But I did tell them…


Details | Rhyme | |

She was not born a boy

She was not born a boy...

Afroze Ali


Born to live, alive and kicking
Yet, there was no rejoicing
The little bundle was not a joy
For she was not born a boy
Gagged and choked quickly done
They couldn’t handle another one
Muffled, muted, stifled forever
Silenced by the ones held most dear
She wailed and moaned for her life 
But no one heard the sound of her cry

(In some parts of India female infants are killed by their own family members particularly in the poor and rural areas as a girl child is considered to be a burden. This poem is for them and their cries which often go unheard.)


  For   Michael J. Falotico's
contest "Sounds Of a Cry"


Details | Ekphrasis (Ecphrasis) | |

Deception

On a silent night
In a kingdom by the sea

Bright moon and star
On dark mindnight sky

Shine silently above
Mermaid’s loud cry

Shallow tears lay
Into depths of hearts

Who seek paradise
In a kingdom by the sea

Where daylight doesn’t reach
Their eyes won’t see

You won’t find peace
There’s no heaven for thee

No sunrise would you witness
Nor sweet Annabel Lee

In a kingdom by the sea
Whoever you may be

No soul breaks free
From sweet Annabel Lee

Whatever drowns remains
In a kingdom by the sea


Details | Rhyme | |

An Era gone

An Era Gone.

An era gone, what's it about?
This life as folk move in and out
And Mum and dad now they're gone too
To be recharged then start anew
A funny dance this life it be
Dancing on eternally.

Yes life it be a complex tale
wrote on the screen of here and now
Brief images just dancing by
Their aim, to make one wonder why
For man can never be like beast
Who happy be, yet know the least.

So deep within my core I feel
A stream that flows and always will
There's spring, then summer, Autumn too
And then the winter. Start anew
So round and round and round it goes
Forever on the river flows.

So me, I see old mum and dad
Reunited, happy, glad.
within a garden filled with splendor
Together oh so loving, tender
As they wait once more to come on down
As the circle keeps on turning round.

2000 Socrares.


Details | Blank verse | |

Losing Sight

Why was I given these eyes that hide 
Behind this clumsy heart-
Hands and knees forever searching 
For an honest soul?
It feels as though we're wringing water
From a dusty rag.
It feels as though we're submerged in longing 
Ever drowning in our thirst.

Why was I given these eyes that grope
For another’s warmth,
When love is fired through a gun,
Or taken from a calloused hand;
Sight has cursed my heart to see
The naked spent to dust.

Blindness,
Kiss me with your tasteless lips and I will see no more.
I will not see their tears through mine,
I will not see their laughter;
I will not see their careless words,
Looking dumbly after.
I will not see their hateful glares that only’ve seen hateful eyes.
I will not see their broken ears that never hear my broken cries;
They’ll all be black to me.

Jacob Reinhardt							09/11/2013


Details | Rhyme | |

The Collection Plate is not a Payphone

The preachers say they have my God on speed dial  
A ladder to the heavens once again
Operator, put me through directly
This time I just don’t wanna go through them

I fear my calls may not have been delivered 
And maybe I don’t have the time to wait 
Now I am concerned that I’ll be buried 
And that the payphone in the church is just a plate 

I surely can’t contest the pulpit masters
Indeed I have transgressed a righteous law 
But if it is God’s laws that I have broken 
Why is it a man who flaps his jaw 

What man can say that he will end my quarrel 
With the One that I offended through and through 
Is there a mercy store with clerks who sell forgiveness?
Is there anything that God Himself will do? 

Never will they have to pass my message 
I will place my own confession in His hand 
At least if I'm beyond my rights to do it 
For that, I will not answer to a man

Kyle Ezra Kriticos


Details | Ballade | |

The God of love

The God of Love.

I watch the world, my heart cries out
"Oh Lord what be they doing?
They crush the rose with jackboot feet
As karma be accruing
As people fall like autumn leaves
As the old earth sucks them in
As they're blown to bits or slowly starved
Through all of wars grim din.

And no one sees the flowers grow
Or hears the sweet bird song
Or gazes at the clear blue sky
Or feels that they belong
as the whisper deep within them speaks
And tells of peace on Earth
No one seeks that golden flower
Or knows just what life's worth.

And does the God of love look down
Through all of powers noise?
As he watches all those people die
Is there any other choice?
And does he know this carnage
Be done in his good name?
Does it make him very, very sad
To watch our human games?

 2002


Details | Haiku | |

Rest in Peace, Dear Friend

Flowers wilt
Dead carcasses are buried
Loved ones mourn

Rest in peace,
Your life on earth is no more…
Farewell, friend


Details | Rhyme | |

The Dead Do Walk

On a dark gloomy street at the very end
across the river close to where the road takes a bend,
there's an old tattered mansion whose splendor was glorious in days of old.
It is said to have been a house of ill repute.
And in the foundation is much hidden gold.
Many a young girl entered that house never to be seen again.
And all the while the secret of the foundation challenged every man.
Year after year it was always said
that all who lived in that house were truly dead!
Some night when you feel a chill run up your spine.
Go to the end of that dark gloomy street 
and creep up that hill,
go on that spooky porch, open that creaky door
and see who you'll meet.
Look all around that darkened room
and find the casket that you're laying in.
Then let the foundation of this old haunted house win!!


By Marty Owens
For A Creepy, Scary Haunted House contest
By Constance -My Dear Heart-


Details | Concrete | |

It was always one-side


I never knew if you ever thought of me
So I kept my feeling to myself so for my own selfish
Reason I could keep you closer toward me.
But without warning you fell for another and easily
My heart was broken,yet and still I carried on with that
Fake smile.Never saying I love you,never telling you my
Growing feeling,before I knew it you left me alone in this
World,yes in this world which was so cold and heartless.
My skin grew cold when I never got to say what was always
On my twisting mind. When I smile I really cried,When I laughed
I really was frowning,When I would look at you looking in you eyes
And knew this was a feeling of disappointment since it been one-sided
Since the first time we meet but now you've gone and left me in a world
Which is so cold only you made it warm enough to go on.
If I only could have told you the truth would you had not been running away?
My heart aches my bones break my head numb,to think I feel in love
with a guy who knew only how to make me cry.Just exactly what I am I?
This was our farewell even if it was all one-sided just telling you now 

I honestly always will love you


This is for the man I loved who feel's for another....and he passed away 09/29/12 saturday....May you rest in peace Saul and come back to me soon


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Death Of A Believer

        DEATH OF A BELIEVER
The death of soul steals slowly through the years
the fog of mind that's never known to be;
brought on by laughter, love, and hate and tears
the fate of all that few can ever see.

It brings the withering of life, and all its leaves,
once green and shining in the morning sun,
now setting on it all, in evening grieves
for lack of interest in what life has done.

Compassion leaves the mind, once fired and prime
and old and tired now beats the heart we knew
life now mundaned by passing of all time,
there's nothing left the heart would like to do.

     Old man, you're numbered to your final breath
      and no one cares for all your sweat and tears,
    your rest is not until it's done in death,
      but keep the faith in what you've done for years.
            © ron wilson


Details | Haiku | |

The Last Seven Plagues

those who bore 'the mark'
screamed from painful ugly sores
First of the Last Plagues

the sea turned to blood
and everything in it died
Second of Last Plagues

the rivers and springs
became blood--no more water
Third of the Last Plagues

the sun had power
burning people with fire
Fourth of the Last Plagues

kingdom of 'the beast'
was plunged into vast darkness
Fifth of the Last Plagues

       STILL--people cursed God
       and they refused to--REPENT
       global armies formed

the great Euphrates'
water dried up--transit road
Sixth of the Last Plagues

       world economic
       devastation, suicides
       lootings and killings

       stench of dead bodies
       cities on fire--engulfed
       chaos, fear, riots

the sun became darkened
the moon gave no light--all dark
stars fell from the sky

huge exploding holes
in the darkness as they fell
hundreds all at once

       army of 'the beast'
       horizon to horizon
       Plain of Megiddo

clouds blanket the sky
painful peals of thunder roll
gold weaves through the clouds

hundred pound hailstones
fell on unrepentant man
cars, homes, land destroyed

most severe earthquake
islands diappeared--Earth FLAT
splits Jerusalem

then voice from Heaven
"It is done"--is heard by all
Last of the Last Plagues

       wait at Magiddo
       the Son of Man--Returns
       on white horse, in clouds

       blood runs two hundred
       feet wide/long and five feet deep
       bodies explode at

       the sound of The Word
       spoken from the King of Kings
       one-sided battle

anti-christ and false
prophet thrown in lake of fire
beast chained--thrown in pit...

thousand years in pit
(Jesus rules Kingdom on Earth)
then, loosed for a time

there is still HOPE
Know Jesus loves you and died
for your sins--REPENT...


6/13/2012
©
Gail's "End of the World Armageddon" contest




wait at Megiddo


Details | Narrative | |

A missive from the damned to whoever have a little time to spend with this nonsense - Page 1

And so, I have made up my mind, once more.
I have decided to depart, to bid this husk farewell.
In order to do that, I must save coins if I desire to save myself.
For with it, I will be able to buy my ticket out here to a more blessed realm or the eternal void. Either way, I will be winning.
I mustn't, any longer, feel the starvation of affection and no more I shall be fed by the crumbs of fleeting joy they toss at me.

Thoughts of finishing are always in my mind, flooding it, making hard to go day by day, making hard to sleep, to have hope.
I fail to see where the hope is, I like to think that it can be find inside of one's heart.
But even so, I think I am mistaken, and when I glance at myself in the mirror, I quickly lose any spark of what could-be hope.

With the aid of the metallic sling, I shall leave this husf behind, heavy with its sins and sorrows, to no more nourish hatred.
For it does only to hinder my advance towards elevation.
With my metallic sling, I shall pierce, first, my heart, where lies the sorrow, then, my mind, where resides the sins.
Whilst the life in me start to wane, regrets I will not have, when my consciousness fade, my spirit will be no longer be trapped inside this imperfect cage of flesh.
Being free, my spirit shall roam far and beyond to, before, unseen places by men, to  untouched places by men.

Another day,someone inquired me "Are you happy now?" and for that I just said "Yes". How else could I have responded if not with a lie?
How could I tell them that I yearn for a premature closure in order to stop thinking and feeling but I also yearn for love.
"I am not absolutely happy, as per say, but I do suffer less when I am asleep" I could never say that to anyone...


Details | Free verse | |

The Strand

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.

T.K


Details | Free verse | |

All In Due Sequence AIDS

All is not well 
In this kibbutz
Distant thunder 
Suffers, pardons

Armour crumbles 
In this temple
Does the keeper's 
Soul surrender?

Aren't the roots here 
In this dark soil
Drinking like some 
Suckers should?

And we will stay 
In this dim light
Dragging echoes 
Somewhere else

Aiming blame 
In others' corners
Dowsing these flames 
So we can breathe

And the wonder 
In our slumber
Dregs our blood 
So sick, so sick


Details | Lyric | |

To See Her Smile Again

It tears my heart to see my child
So lost, alone and sad
Shattered by her loss
And all the hopes and dreams they had
Knowing she pretends she’s strong
But deep inside she fears
Knowing when she’s all alone
She cries her silent tears
When I hear her laugh
I know it just a fake disguise
When I see her smile
I still see sadness in her eyes
She has no arms to hold her now 
No words of love to hear
No comfort from the love she lost
The man she held so dear
He made her life worth living
Two halves that made a whole
The only man she’ll ever love  
With all her heart and soul
There’s nothing that I wouldn't do  
To take away her pain
To see the girl she used to be
To see her smile again
If I could give him back to her
I’d take his place tomorrow
To see the light shine in her eyes
Instead of pain and sorrow
I know he watches over her
In hope one day he’ll see
The hurt, the pain, the tears she cries
Are just a memory...

For Bree 
xxxx


Details | Sonnet | |

STELLA DIES

   STELLA DIES
Dear Stella, up the path, into the park,
deep shadows hide the trees along the Seine,
the quiet of the night accents the dark
and you can feel your breathing now and then.

The peaceful gloom, enveloped by a mist,
all black and gray and shades of morbid white,
accentuates the place your eyes have missed,
where someone waits, who's watched you every night.

This place, where gendarmes warn to be aware,
tonight is more foreboding than you've known,
and so you pause; you look; is someone there?
it's then you realize, you are alone.

The snapping of your heels you hear increase,
as if the hurry puts your mind at peace.

Engulfed, the path leads up and from the Seine,
and then you'll be out of this narrow pit,
but suddenly you feel the eyes again,
much closer than a glove too small to fit.

You struggle with your thinking, in a word,
to flee or just pretend no one is there,
and so you hum a tune you've never heard,
and place your safety in your mother's prayer.

Oh, Stella, Stella, in the spring you'll wed,
your sweet Gaston. Believe he's at your side,
and you will laugh at all this gloom and dread...
though courage might have found you, it has lied.

The shadows all are moving; you can hear
the groaning of someone who's all too near.

The quiet; crickets sounding no alarm,
but now a drizzle rain cools at your heat,
and tingles flowing down onto your arm
remind you of the friends you'll never meet;

quite suddenly, he's grabbed you from behind,
and muffles any sound you might have found,
you cannot scream, to hurt is in your mind,
but he's too quick, he's pinned you to the ground.

Who is this thing, your lover or your friend,
you might have pained...why does he want you dead?
or is this just someone who brings the end,
you've never known, with killing in his head?

You feel no teardrops, feel no blood nor fright,
there's only blinding, blinding, blinding light....
© ron Wilson aka Veebdosa the Doylestown poet


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Grandad's Missing

There's a void, now
Where once a steadfast heart beat time
The soul in perfect harmony with life's uncertain pulse
With those who clambered eagerly in solace or in joy
To scale that mighty pinnacle
The Rock, within the bosom of the family

There's a void, now
But marvel at the structure, the firmness of the ground beneath
The strata richly layered with wisdom of generations past
A fault free seam constructing firm foundations
Binding those within the bosom of the family

There's a void, now
A hollow cavern 
echoing the anger and the pain
Trust time; it has no fear of finite elements
The source of unremitting pain
Within the bosom of the family

There's a void, now
So fill the emptiness and catalogue the memories
Harvesting the richness of their meaning
The fullness of the seed sown long ago
To bloom forever within the bosom of the family


Details | Acrostic | |

Everytime I Look Around The Corner

I live a life in a place where alcohol violence reigns supreme/ 
over a dying culture split in se7en groups of se7enty times se7en of rival teams/
 I hear my brothers hollers I hear my sisters screams/ 
I see people live among broken glass like that of many broken dreams/
 I sometimes wish I could not see what my two eyes sometimes see/ 
I cant act blind as if it were just a brush off my sleeve/
 The more I lose in life the more it seems the less I need/
 I try and overcome my own selfish greed/ 
I got a child on the way I now look at what kind of role model I'd be/ 
I was was incarcerated so I must not take for granted for the simple fact that Im free/
 But it hard with tattoos on my face in place where tattoos like mine seem a disgrace/
 Lord watch over me as I take last place in this life game race/ 
It not a matter of being first second or third Lord cuz all I need iz your grace/
 help me to better walk off this destructive road and slow my pace/ 
Just take me now if Im done with your purpose if thats the case/
Because I dont want to live like I got to look over my shoulder right around the corner....


Details | Free verse | |

Sister: A Lament

For Maxine


Sister, was there forgiveness for she who bore you?
For us, your siblings and sometime charges?
For all who would not help, but hastened your demise?
The marble coldness of your corpse,
to my touch, is like an electric shock.
The limbs, the torso, with sudden strangeness,
now bear you slight resemblance.
You feared all pain, but died without complaint.
Who can fathom what you felt?
Was there a last, sharp stab?
A welcome to oblivion?
Or even an awareness of your loss?
Or was death no more spectacular
than a tire deflating, slowly,
quietly, unrecognized?
And was that the shame of it?
That your life ended, so early,
so silently, and death
was no extravaganza?


Details | Limerick | |

Not the material guy

Not the material guy

I’m not the material guy
Ambitions were never for I
I’m always the one
That gets noting done
I’m a dreamer, I cannot deny.

My mind it is not very clever
My heart is as light as a feather
My manner is free
Like a bird in a tree
And I never will worry, not ever

Just like a river I’ll flow
And always my heart it will glow
I won’t push the river
So life does deliver
A feeling that each day does grow

Until the day that I die
I won’t let a day pass me by
Without looking at me
At within, what I be
As always I’ll ask ‘Who am I?’

18 September 2013 @1800hrs.






Details | Rhyme | |

Nothing More Or Less

Millions of lives and souls untold
And to account it all
Words, lines, films
Imagination trims
A sliver of soft, scarlet ribbon
Hollywood rounds
Quills deliver
Writers flare with passion so strong
Filling minds with fantasies, reveries, histories
Tragedies
We consume it all like freshly baked bread
We feed until we are engorged and fed
A viral, universal mess
Ideas and unmade memories
Nothing more or less

My eyes remain glued to the screen
Living it all out
Tears dare to flow—to doubt
I should have thought of that
Can I truly let myself believe,
Someone else lived that!
Pound away your directors, script-writers, fighters
For miles and miles of stories remain unread
While the unknown remain in the grounds of humble malnourishment
Dead
Careers for the mind with a twist of the fable
Left us savage for the meal and the crumbs under the table
I can never let the raw truth rest
Naked, bare and empty—soothed
Nothing more or less

I cringed for originality 
Observed the world through the unedited scripts
The very act, the poetry pact
The wild animal drooling in the back
I was slapped in the face by my boss who had cracked
As the reviews bloated less and less
They wanted something awful, something flaw-ful—something new
And this empty brain in agony—HISSED 
I have lived in no epic battle of account
Of the collateral sufferings of my brothers
The stories the red carpet smothers
And still I ache to create
Before the other ones discover
I returned with ‘‘oh me’s’ and ‘oh my’s’’
With a work of pure genius—a storybook of lies
Nothing more or less

Little have I lacked to dream
Of contortioned pulls and dramatic fire
Stories that rarely brittle or tire
I fiddled with precious glass on edge
Foully eager for self-damage
As if it would trigger some legitimate spark 
Searching for creatures and features in the dark
No one unlocked the passage that night
For the starving idea-parched malice of right
But all welcomed with open arms
A pale mannequin filled with jewels and charms
Consuming, fuming dooming
All ghosts hoping, screaming, looming
Hoping that one day they would find themselves on the big screen
Their legacy real as it can possibly get
Nothing more or less


Details | Rhyme | |

Dear Gran

I was just a child,
My heart did not know pain.
But I returned from school one day
My world never was the same

I learned that you had left us,
To join with the angels high above,
And the bitter tears fell down pale cheeks
In contrast with sweet love.

My heart had broken, shattered,
pieces strewn across the floor.
I longed to hear your voice again
And to embrace you just once more.

How was it so possible,
For a love to slip away?
For you to be taken from us so cruelly,
To never see the light of day?

I write for you, my loved one,
I write straight from the heart.
Ad I hope that if you happen to look down,
You’re at least proud of me for that.

You are the inspiration
Behind this poem than I write
And my words can not revive you
But I can hope that one day,
Maybe, they just might.


Details | Rhyme | |

Victim of the war

Victim of the war

Once there lived a fine young man
A lad so brave and true
Restless, filled with energy
And somewhat foolish too
He went to join the army
Adventure filled his mind
He knew that for a soldier’s life
For this he was destined.

He done his training in a camp
In the state of New south Wales
They stole his feelings, taught him how
To walk those jungle trails
And taught him that the enemy
Were evil men, indeed
Then he went off to fight a war
And serve his country’s need.

And now the lad has left his shell
A victim of the war
That shrapnel was too much for him
And now he is no more

So now his folk, who loved him well
They cry a million tears
The telegram that came to them
Awakened all their fears
And now they’ll never see him grow
And raise a family
The chimes of war have taken toll
It don’t seem right to me





Details | Ballad | |

The sunyassin

As far as I know this is a true story about Alexandra the great...Peter



The Sannyasin.

Alexander said to Dandamis
"Old man you come with me
For I need me a sannyasin
To take across the seas.
Hey you be just a beggar man
I'll make you rich indeed
You'll live a life of luxury
With everything you need.

Dandamis standing naked there
With silence in his essence
He had no fear at all did he
In the mighty leaders presence.
He said "I'll give you nothing friend
And there's nothing that I need
So Alexandra drew his sword
Tried to make the beggar plead.

Dandamis laughed and said these words
With power in his voice
"You can put that sword right through my heart
My friend, that be your choice.
But I left this body long ago
I have no use for it
So pierce this heart my fine young friend
It won't harm me a bit.

Alexander he was beaten
By a fearless beggar man
Though he had won most of the world
Dandamis foiled his plans.
The beggar said "You say you're great
But that's not true at all
For any man that thinks he's great
He be merely a fool


Details | Ballade | |

Pondering on death

Pondering upon death


Sometimes I sit alone, and ponder
On the phenomenon of dying
Because this be a fact of life
It gets most people crying
Some say ‘It’s the fear of death’
Some say ‘the fear of life’
But each of us must face the fact
 Without no worry, or strife.

I don’t believe that childish stuff
About heaven and Hell
Neurotic fears don’t come to me
In fear I do not dwell
In fact I have a fascination
Which grows, as death draws near
There’s a kind of strange excitement too
Though why, is not quite clear.

My soul tells me that when I go
My essence will flow out
And join the breeze, the flowers, the trees
And all the joy about
In peace and harmony I’ll float
Until another story
Does take me to another place
Another road to glory.

15 March 2014 @ 1512hrs.


Details | Free verse | |

St. Vitus Dance

The staccato stammering of bass guitars
punctuated the flash of strobe lights.
Limitless vistas of black and gray;
smothering the crowd in ghoulish poses.
Framed, as if frozen, in a glow of acid white.
Some stagger, their movements mimicking,
the rigors of death or birth?
Others jerk puppet like
upon invisible, randomly clipped, strings.
And, as the music grinds to a halt,
driven by the apocalyptic pace of the Disc Jockey,
and the hard scratching sound of synthesizers;
the charmed, trance dancers disperse;
swallowed whole by the shadows.

*St. Vitus's dance was a social phenomenon
that occurred primarily in mainland Europe 
between the 14th and 18th centuries; 
it involved groups of people, sometimes thousands at a time,
who danced uncontrollably and bizarrely. 
Men, women, and children would dance 
through the streets of towns or cities, 
sometimes foaming at the mouth 
until they collapsed from fatigue....and the beat goes on....


Details | Sonnet | |

CRYSTAL BALL

      Crystal Ball
There look I from the very depths of me
to levels where no one can ever know
and in the dark where only death could be
a little light fortells where life will go.

'Tis just a sphere of glass, a crystal ball,
to show the way into eternity
a dome of light, a refuge from it all,
fortelling what is always meant to be.

Then as I gaze into the deep of it,
all time's been frozen to the light I see,
and, mesmerized, I drift through space a bit
so free of all below, referring me.

The beauty I have found within this sphere
makes death's event a thing I'll never fear.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet


Details | I do not know? | |

DRIFTING PT. 2 BY NIGHT'S END ALL SHALL COME TO PASS

My mind’s in a sub-conscious state.
Rage sparks the fire. All I can feel is hate.
Beads of sweat burst through the pores of my brow
From the smoke flowing through my veins 
Each breath I take feeds energy to the surging flames,
I exist no more.
All things contrary to darkness - Evaporated.
Every good thing within me - Sapped.
I find myself trapped - 
In my own flesh - incarcerated.
Not yet here nor there,
But soon to be cast into the abyss
Once the mission is complete and both fates
Evenly squared……

……Trembling with fear, yet driven by rage
I move swiftly into the night.  I’m on my way
Reluctant, yet it’s out of my hands now .
I have no say.
Rage has taken over.   And it can’t be stopped
Ten minutes and counting. The pressure is mounting!  
With each resounding….  TIC TOC… TIC TOC ..
As I draw closer and closer.  As I draw nearer and nearer 
The more potent  the aroma of bone chilling fear!
Death is in the air!
As….  
The night seems to prepare itself almost as if it knows.
Utter darkness now hovers
With the exception of the moons ghastly glow.
The wind gets aroused and is now - Fully awaken.
It picks up its speed , and in its wrath
Everything in site is vibrantly shaken.
And in a matter of seconds.
My ears -  nearly deafened  By the peels and rumbles of thunder 
Sounding off from the heavens.
But even more frightening were the flashes of lightening
Striking and  Striking in
Intervals of seconds I reckoned,  peering  dumbfounded 
 Frozen by fear, yet  amazed 
And somewhat astounded,

And I couldn’t help but wonder as I stood motionless - 
Curiously I pondered and begged not to differ
If something or someone up yonder
Had a plot to hinder, Or even stop me wholly 
Before I sleigh this unholy 
Backstabbing witch - by whom I was be-witched..
Long ago to the devil she sold me!!!
“ Hey!  It’s eleven fifty six.  Don’t you hear the tic -
Tocin of the clock.  I advise you, you fool to snap the f_ _k
Up out of it.

This sh_ ts irrelevant.  I’m more frightening than some lightening 
And thunder that made you wonder
If this petty storm was heaven sent.
Soon I’ll give you something to fear along with
Unbearable pain and there’s no escaping it.

Now go and slay this bi_ _h!
An eye for an eye…..  Ha Ha Ha Ha!!!
Now that’s heaven sent”………!

I can’t believe this sh__ !  I’m really losing it!
What did I ever do to end up standing in these shoes -
Size catch 22’s!!!       TBC on next page


Details | Quatrain | |

DEMON CALLED GOD

The same deadly story unfolds
Mumbai, Pune, Varanasi
Bombs rip apart our souls
When will stop this atrocity

They come in the form of Demons
Kill in the name of God
Nature created species and humans
Why Humans created God?

Bloated egos fill some minds
Hatred makes the world go blind
We are all born to die
This is not the way, we cry

Swear in the name of dead
To slay in the name of God
Dangerous game triggered by man
The same God will destroy man


Details | Chant Royal | |

Black

I am homeward bound
Lusty thoughts, for the love I miss
It’s a surprise, I am coming ‘round
I’m expected two days beyond this
Being away, day after day, left a hole
Being away, hollowed my soul
I rush towards your embrace
Already I envision smile, upon your face
Desire I now attack
My heart, with I, on highway race
Your gleam of eye twinkles, inside this nights black



Years of unity, love’s solid, sound
Closer, skittish, nervousness
The home stretch, I’ve now found
I accelerate, craving caress
Home in sight, on I roll
With thoughts of my angel, asleep sole
With her in bed, only emptiness occupies my space
I will fill that void and hold her grace
Never again will our love lack
My minds quarrel and love erase
I arrive home, it’s silent, black



I climb the stairs, feet create no sound
As you sleep, your lips, I will kiss
A greater beauty walks not, on these grounds
Creak open the master door, sudden distress
A stranger lies, my loves heart, stole
Pain takes my mind, to the gallows pole
Stunned by the disgrace
Instant horror, rage, I cannot replace
A mans breath crawls my baby’s back
My love and my girl I debase
My world fades to black



My breath vanishes, my pain makes no sound
I beg for a why? This has come of my happiness
Pain in my chest, built a mound
I will avenge this
My eyes, my mind, my heart, are now coal
Two lives for taking become my goal
Three counting me, these lives come waste
No control, rage in haste
This grief will not retract
This sinister situation, I will level at face
All good, has gone black


My emotions, stresses, compound
Creation of plan, slick aggressiveness
I muffle my screams, my conscience drowned
Satan shows face, he wouldn’t miss this
I, no longer in control
Heed order from the devil
Quickly, I spin about face
My entry steps, I then retrace
A fetch of gasoline before I turn back
Fire shall consume their sleeping space
Delighting evils’ mind of black


She sleeps at peace, under satin sheets, negligée of lace
But peace is ’bout to be replaced
A match stick comes alive, with a crack
Gasoline tossed, upon your lips, in sleep you taste
Match tossed, flames dance and light the black


Details | Lyric | |

Broken Glass

Do you hear the horn of the train? 
And the pitter patter of rain?
Listen close do you hear a sound?
Only silence, will she be found?

Who is fragile, who is of strength
How can one know another’s length?
Blind to the mask which hides her tears
Binding her to demons and fears
A fake light remains as she falls
Even while her broken heart stalls
Darkness commences in her soul
Blood loss spirals out of control
What an alluring crimson paint
Overworked artist starts to faint 

Do you hear the horn of the train? 
And the pitter patter of rain?
Listen close do you hear a sound?
Only silence, will she be found?

Why do some dance falsely with death? 
Unable to force their last breath
Her unspoken words of pureness
Soaked deeply in her loneliness
The jagged line of her escape
Leaves the unsuspecting agape
Drawn up on the median vein 
Just a few more moments of pain
Eyes flutter and seconds pass
Then gently falls the broken glass

Do you hear the horn of the train? 
And the pitter patter of rain?
Listen close do you hear a sound?
Only silence, will she be found?
Then gently falls the broken glass






Details | I do not know? | |

CHALLENGE

Day and night,
I think about the truth,
Behind those hidden curtains,
Trying hard to understand,
How He thinks and do things,
Why is that that our mind so small,
Its hard for us to think beyond? 
Why did He made everything complicated for us?

I sat down my dad called,
To make me face the reality,
My heart started beating fast,
And tears run down my cheeks,
As if there was hail,
I didn't know what to say,
He told me he might not last long,
How am I going to see him?
He is on the other-side of the world?
I am worried about him,
I wish I could die with the people who I love,
I am scared to loose them
And the hard part is I dont know my dad,
I miss him!

I feel like time is close by,
And I didn't live my life as if I wish to,
I can't because things are not the same,
When I see an apple on the tree,
It feels like blood dropping beside my eyes,
I feel strange in this world,
I don't think or see the things I used to,
I stand amongst people who are changed,
In a bad way and yet the worst hasn't begun!

I can't even write my poems the same,
I can't make it rhyme anymore,
I feel like I am all alone in this,
I feel like this is a big challenge,
And I am lost in middle of no where,
I feel like nobody understands,
When the words come out my mouth,
All they hear is bluh! bluh! bluh!
I am disparate to find someone who I can talk to,
Yet I am scared to trust anybody,
I been hurt so many times,

I dont even know how to end this poem if you called it,
I have so much anger that is in me,
That no matter what I say there is still more,
That will never end,
One thing I know is I hate to be here,
And live in a place full of strangers, selfish liars, and untrusted people!


Details | Free verse | |

Suicide or Murder

I see a lady walking down the street
Two children in tow, looking so sweet
Looking like the perfect family we know
But they have no place to go

Her lips are bruised, and she has marks on her pretty face
A face so battered, still trying to maintain grace
Walking away from her pain into the vast unknown
Away from the violence and humiliation she has known

Tears stream down her face, while she curses her fate
No one to help her in this land of hate
To feed her children she raises her hands to beg
All the while wishing that she was dead

The children look bewildered, trying to figure out their ordeal
Looking hopefully at their mother, little glances they steal
Trying to gain strength, to face a world full of deceit
But all they see in her eyes is defeat

There isn't a living soul to help you, oh! Mother
People don't care, about you they don't bother
All the world does is make you and your children cry
Even if they could help you, they'd never try

The world watches as you go by
Looking determined, with a glitter in your eyes
As though you have a solution which you will try
I pray that you fight to live, and not try to die

The loud noise of a passing train breaks the silence
I run towards a gathering crowd, and I am stunned by the vision
Three faces, six limbs, scattered guts and blood
Eyes staring into eternity, looking alive though dead

I see a small smile chiseled on your face, oh! Mother
Your children will never face any evil, ever
I have lost direction, my sanity, my health
Seeing you and your children, sleeping in the arms of death


Details | Lanterne | |

Forgotten Soul

The cost of blame and resentment


Lost
Under
The dead weight
Of abandon
Blamed
Her
Sadness
Upon those
Who broke her heart,
Closed.

Frost
Upon
The branches
Of the willow
Tranced
Sight
Of the
Mystiek moon
Revealing the
Gloom.

Rose
To look
For the way
To be free of
pain
Ghost
Lone soul
Forgotten
Had loved no one
Lost.

By CarolineCécile
Copyright © 07.02.10


Details | Free verse | |

Posthumously

Destiny
Sordid, shoddy succubus
Culled consciousness
Mottled, beguiled muse
Hungry for hope
An eruption of erudition 
To be showered with praise
Cleansed pride
Chloroformed strife 

Where dreams tease unkempt hair
And eulogize tear stained verse
Sacrificed on stripped oak altars
Trembling hostages of insatiable sermons 
Sterile sunrises
Mourned by cramped, fertile fingers
I pray to my paranoia of invasion

Voices
Viscid footsteps
Shadows of salvation 
Which pass without query
Again
Chortling echoes of obtuse obituaries
As I lie shackled to tomes of obscurity
Tortured
Starving
Undiscovered 
Dead


Details | Elegy | |

To Plant A Planet

O daddy! my daddy! your life is or' and I'm an orphan once more
The prize you sought is won but my grief overflows onto the floor
You were just to go for surgery then come back to me surely sore
Not dead_gone unbelief flows over me for love on me you pour

O daddy! my daddy! you adopted me, introduced me to God's love
Worked long hours to provide for my needs doing things for others
Studied God's word so that you could teach Biblical truths about Dove
Visited the sick, helped those down, expressed forgiveness of Brothers

O daddy! my daddy! you have won the great prize and at God's side
You are helping God with what needs to be done, as one of his sons
What you might be doing in your service up there with Jesus our Guide
He might have given you your own planet to plant, get ready for loveones


Details | Lyric | |

Here Is Gone

Ever thought of something so much
That when you wake up it just automatically
Crawls into your brain cells
Shoots them with laser beams
Until they explode 
And that’s the only thing you have left to think of
Because everything else is fried
Ever wish you could go back and change that night
Wish that you wouldn’t have left her side
That you would have just listened to your heart 
Instead of your gut
Instead of that little voice that echoes
In the back of your head
Ever wished that you wouldn’t be reading this poem
That everything could be like your dreams
Like a family who gets along
Like having a famous relative
Dreaming that you had a better life
More money to spend
More bass guitars to buy
Less drama
Then you find this special someone
Who you can really relate to
And you never want to let them go
But somehow they slip through your fingers
Then your life crumbles 
Falling down like the rain in a thunderstorm
Wishing you could change everything
But you just start over
And try to move on
And somehow end up at the beginning all over again



Details | Rhyme | |

SEE YOU SOMEWHERE

I set my happy sails to come to you
Calm water and glorious skies so blue
Gentle winds, a heart at sweet peace
From ties that bind I've been released

Unfathomed beauty, slowly breathe it in
Angelic tide makes me feel born again
Dolphin escort I'm in a speechless gaze
Purposed journey these are happy days

Distant storm I'm filled with sudden awe
Nature so incredible, untamed and raw
Moves in closer I feel the storm's mist
Wave rise high and my ship begins to list 

Deep waters, a night sky growing dark
Flooding out my boat sweet peace parts
No longer seeing tomorrow I must admit
For this black storm I was ill equipped

Set sail in innocence now I just might die
Rain's painful drops mix with tears I cry
If I don't make it.. leave you a kiss, I cared
I'll see you some day, I'll see you somewhere

Contest: Gautami "The Poet II"
Theme: Leave You A Kiss
Date: 9-7-14
Poet: Lyric Man


Details | Free verse | |

A Sad Day at the Veterinary Clinic

(To my Best Friend)

For you I dream of hope
always for tomorrow,
yet this day one hope’s never to end
although this life without a dream
a reality to pretend,
alas without a lifetime friend.

It’s almost tomorrow
a life sadly coming to an end,
something inside of me tells one
I’d been so wrong
when dreaming of our lives
in streams of tomorrow.

It’s almost tomorrow
this day one hope’s never to end,
tomorrow I know you’ll cease
to be my only friend
this life you live
to come to an end.

Goodbye! Oh no it’s almost tomorrow
this day which will wrench us apart,
“Please oh please
take the good out of goodbye,
there is nothing good,
about a final farewell”


Details | Quatrain | |

Eleanor Rigby

Rising out of bed as the sun peeks through the window
Eyelids are a fluttering as she looks towards her side
Another day to fear and what is she to make of it
She wishes it were night again, so easier to hide

Once when she was young she was playing with her dolls
Dreams of growing older with a family of her own
But the days went by and her reality became completely altered
To loneliness, despair, and no one there to phone

SEVEN BILLION PEOPLE and who is there to see
Visions of what could have been, her heart has turned to stone
No career, no wedding, no children, her world a tiny room
Gasping out her final breath, across her lips a moan

The hole is dug, the casket lowered, no one there to grieve
What life was this, what purpose here, as rain falls on the grave
Father McKenzie of the lonely, a tear rolls down his cheek
Eleanor Rigby, another soul his prayers have failed to save


Details | I do not know? | |

DRIFTING PT. 1 THE BEGINNING OF THE END

Man…  What’s wrong with me? I just don’t feel right.
I can’t stay still.  I’m up all night.
And my nerves….  Are completely shot.
And my head…  Please somebody make it stop!
I ‘wanna’ snap.  But I can’t.  My voice is mute -Thoughts are froze
Slowly I’m losing it….  Mind, body, and soul.
Man…  What’s wrong with me! I just don’t feel right!
Somebody help me…..make it through the night!
But all are sleep, so again I pace.  Back and forth I go, In that darkest place
Hand on my chest as I anticipate..  The last beat……of my dieing heart
Breathing my last …as my soul departs
From this world…  But to where?
Somebody help me!  Please oh no I can’t go there…..!
That place I see… when I close my eyes,
Where a multitude appear… to have already died. 
I hear their screams, from the torment and pain. 
They cried for help…  But no one came.   
 “Please help me God!  I swear I’ll change!
I’ll do what’s right, and in my life You’ll reign”!
Each day I prayed this, but still I drifted.
Non stop I pleaded that this curse be lifted!
But then it hit me - dawned on me swiftly.
I’m in no position to bring such a petition.
All of a sudden crying out to God,
When all the while…I had ample time to listen.
And that was my conviction Long ago… I should’ve listened.
But I didn’t -Despite all the dreams, visions and premonitions.
And not to mention - The advice… and warnings given
Time after time, at the table in my mothers kitchen.
But I didn’t,, And in my sinful ways, I persisted.
Now it’s too late, because now all is vain. No prayer’s valid once your insane.
So now I’m at….. a point of no return My clock is ‘tickin’ and soon I'll burn
So I return to that darkest place. where back and forth… Back and forth I paced.
Hand on my chest as I anticipated.. The last beat… of my dieing heart,
Breathing my last… as  my soul departs
From this world…  But to where? Lord please have mercy!  Don’t send me there!
My pace accelerates.  My  thoughts begin to race
What can I do... to elude this dreadful date with fate
You hear that  sound?  Man.. my clock is 'tickn'
I pray no more, ‘cause’ He ain’t ‘listenin’
All hope has left me… Now evil reigns
And it’s growing stronger, pumping through my veins
I’ts now official.  I’ve lost all control -
Of my mind, body and soul.
Something or someone now has possession!
Death any second becomes an obsession!
When and how are the only questions!
But before I go… I feel as though - TBC /ON THE NEXT ENTRY




Details | I do not know? | |

From Then To Now

Hand in hand we walked 
together into Reception
Nothing could stop us and 
together we were three
James and I LARP-ed Doctor 
Who for fun
We talked and laughed for 
hours
Because no stress was in our 
way
Anna and I smiled and laughed
And jumped on our bouncy 
castle
With nothing dividing us.

Side by side we walked 
together into Year 6
Some stranger stopped them to 
talk and broken we were alone
James and I talked about 
Doctor Who for fun
And we talked and kissed for 
hours
But misunderstanding broke us 
up
Anna and I still smiled and 
laughed
And joked about our bouncy 
castle
But secondary school was going 
to divide us.

With no one there I walked 
alone into Year 7
And a stranger became my 
friend and together we were 
two
Violet and I both loved Doctor 
Who
And James found Dominic
So James and I talked for mere 
minutes
And school started pulling us 
apart
Anna and I still laughed and 
smiled
Still promising to be friends 
Never letting it divide us

Suffocating and drowning I 
walked into Year 9
Hating how I was and feeling 
alone
Katie and Chloe were so pretty
And Violet so funny and all 
were better than me
James and I hardly talked or 
saw each other
But we still made the most of 
our friendship
As we were like family, stress 
couldn’t break us apart
Anna and I laughed but I did 
not smile genuinely
Because the bouncy castle was 
long gone
And our schools were beginning 
to divide us

Dead yet breathing I stand 
right now
And I hate who am I and every 
single detail
Fights broke us up and pulled 
us apart
So I can feel Katie, Violet and 
Chloe
Falling further out my reach
James moved house to a place 
unknown
And blamed me for never 
talking to him
But really it was because of my 
ex who was a girl
It was for something beyond 
my control
Anna and I were still friends; 
only by a thread
As she did not know about me
And how school broke me apart

So this is me now; I’m all alone
No longer the smiling young girl 
of reception
The only person talking to me 
is me
And the voice in side my head
You see; they all left me and 
always will
So now the only call I answer
Is that of my blades
And the darkness
That is constantly
Pulling me
Down


Details | Free verse | |

In my grave

A weak shout louder than a gun shot
Out of a mouth full of depressed misery and dead emotions
A walk to infinity
A search for the light in a place so bright, yet so dark
Between sun light and dawn
Where birds sing for roses

Away in distance
Where destiny lead my way

It's going to be okay
Last words my ears choose to hear
To relieve the pain in my heart
Darkness filled my eyes
Don't try to make it shine
I smell the end
I feel the tears of grief drowning me alive

I lay down in my coffin
Under the soil
In the freezing ground
Isolated from all around
No need to make a sound
Or wear the mask that hides what's beneath

Surrounded with woods
beneath the ground just as I was
Tossed as a stone
Like a leaf fallen from an autumn tree into a lake so deep
With my skinless skull and wrist bones where cuts of regret cant be seen

I lay In my cave
In my only home
With my only friend
My rival my enemy
I can't let go...

Thoughts rushing into my mind
Bursting in and out
Words I never thought I'd speak
Words my tongue never dares to say
Well...now I know how it feels
Now after I'm gone

My lips are fading
My soul is drowning
My body is decaying 

I reach the limit
Where heart beats doesn't matter
Where I can't breathe the air
Where my only road is to hell
I'll bathe in fire from this day and forever

Never made you proud
Forgive me and make it better

Two roses laid on my grave
Endless time passes as the sun goes by
Nothing stirs 
Pure melody in silence
A selfish wind blows taking with it one 
and there goes one in vain dropping it to far away
I gaze through emptiness
Waiting for my eternal time to end
For my angel to appear
And save my weeping spirit from my sins
Which have become my reality...


Details | Cowboy | |

Chew

I'll cut you into little pieces, 
push you down underground. 
I'll let maggots feast on you, 
just to see broken flesh. 

I'm glad you understand my twisted self, 
and you take part of my daily bread. 
I'm going to hang you from 
the highest star in the heavens, 
burning your laughter from your lungs.

I'd be joyful, emotionless, 
wreckage not even God Himself can undo. 
Underground the maggots chew and chew, 
hey girl there I see you.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Mort De La Mort, The Death Of Death

There is something intoxicating about the absolute stillness of night
I am most at home, at ease, the tell-tale heart of a vampire
Indeed, I have never been anything but, born into this life a demon
Spawned into this life by hate and resentment

I have fed upon everyone I have ever known, everyone I can ever remember
All that was human in those around me, seldom have I not destroyed

I have been merciless, I have been death

 

Tonight, the hunter becomes the hunted and who would have known it
Magnificent a creature, a natural born killer, meeting her bloody demise

What was a heart of stone has now started beating to the sound of human dreams

I can only thirst for one thing, with satisfaction impossible elsewhere

Him, my reaper donned in perfect flesh
A powerful being that has broken me so entirely, I have been forced into mortality
I am a mere shadow of the monster I used to be

 

The tragedy that is seeing life with the hearts eyes, I offer myself to him completely.

I will not move, I will not run and I will not hide

Tear me to pieces like I have torn all I have ever encountered, I yearn for it

Every cell in my body begs for our final dance, the Waltz to my own demise
Now, to look upon you would be worth a thousand deaths, and I invite them all
Find me, take me, end me.
I will rest in the memory of your flawless face for eternity, as hell welcomes me with
open arms.


Details | Senryu | |

A blow to the heart

She crys out in pain
No one there to comfort her
She suffers alone


By: Misty Leccese
© June 17, 2009


Details | I do not know? | |

A New Hope? (Not Star Wars)

Cleaner air

No more despair

Fighting stopped

Doves they do flock

Together we rock

United Nations mock

We live as one

God has no more song

New year start

Forget terrors heart

 

If you think this will happen

Think again you dreaming marder

As long as the earth spins

Evil has to embark her

This is not a Care Bear® story

We dont live in the clouds with clowns

Finding the lost unicorn is not our biggest worry

Stop smoking and come back down

Until the day comes where we must unite

To save the world from Klingons and fight

We will always argue over who came first

Science, religion, Jehovahs witness, or mothers giving birth

Thats just the way nature is, beautiful but full of hate

You dont see the Lion and the Buck high fiving

As they sip tea on the porch and talk about the hippos weight

They must survive and kill just like the humans trait

So tell John Lennon he made a great song about Let it Be

But also tell him hes more likely to see the DoDo on Discovery

Not that I dont agree.....

I would love to see the world in unity

Unfortunatly......

Earth has man, and man is what is killing me

Until man dies there will never be hope of loyalty

To my mother earth........


Details | Haiku | |

Deep Dark Double Grave

Stale waters go deep.
Sneaky double mountain peaks,
Death environment



Inspired by Raul's Morning Ambience contest


Details | Free verse | |

Life's Roulette

It could have been me
 whose brains got blown off today.

And it could have been you
 wasted in that high-rise inferno.

But neither one of us,
 at least not yet, vaporized as gas.
 
So let us be merry, drink!
 when it comes, smile, don't blink.


Details | Narrative | |

A Moments Reflection

I am empty as the page that sits befor the flustrated poet.
Pain trapped in heart without words to put to pen.
Shaking cold knowing full well my time has passed as swiftly
as train through a midnight so very clear.

The road behind me I can longer recall.
Faces and places shallow as a drying river bed.
Life has taught me to put up wall.

Stolen moments from a welcome barstool.
One of many jesters in this fools 
kingdom I do rule.

The clock of my life grows closer 
to closing time.

When I walk out that door it's left to others to recall.
reflect in the thoose smokey dark corners.
How many of you ever did know me at all.

Thinking of times never had.
Missing friendships that never were.
To fail means at least you did try.
The road never ends so why must I?


Details | Free verse | |

SUCH HASTE, SUCH WASTE


Brother, why the haste
why are you so quick to bail
how life has made you frail
why art thou so lean in faith


Desires of sodom, you chase
till you wear and rot to waste.
The truths of life you dare not face
you cower behind the shell of race
and bequeath to it,the fortune of your days


Oh Sister, why the haste
this phase you crave
is soiled with fray
this course you chart
is fraught with chains


Are you numb to the flames;
that chars the face with pains
that lays in wait, in ways
unseen to sight and gaze


You fill your pate with tales of hate
and lose your fate in pits of vale


The weight of your plate
is filled with kills of kin
why the haste, brother
why the waste, sister?


Details | Epigram | |

Sin Not

Evil thoughts equal sin
One must purge them within


Details | Rhyme | |

A Cry For Help

During the devestation of Hurricane Katrina in New Orleans, Louisiana. Haunting memories 
of a nightmare that will never be forgotten.



All through this great nation,
screaming voices of isolation,
echoing cries of the weak,
along the crossroads of smothering August heat.
No dignity as death unfolds,
wing whipped city, a sinking bowl.
Just for the record and made to be known,
slow to respond to my drowning soul,
with hope for life in a sinking bowl.
The last breath taken with misery,
and just for the record, history.


Details | I do not know? | |

That happy smile of this Girl I know

I want a reason to live
My heart wrenches in pain all too often
Tears stream down my cheeks 
Trembling lips
An urge to scream loudly

I hold it all in. 

There are way too many thoughts swirling in my head
Dizziness and a feeling of loneliness 
Creeping right under my skin
A mental breakdown is soon to show

I hold it all in.

Everyday I get closer to believe
Death might be a better place
For one who is nothing
but a hindrance to oneself 

I hold it all in.

Thoughts of doing harm again
It is getting tough not to do so
Letting everything spill on the floor
The water stealing every drop away

I hold it all in.

Weights fallen drastically 
Who notices, no one
Trying to be pretty
Who am I kidding?
I am nothing but bones
A shell yet full of too many emotions. 

La la la la.
 Mind not clear.
 Eyes clouded. 
Throat soar. 
Body numb.
 I want to leave.

Somewhere faaaaar away. 

I am afraid of the day 
I can not hold it all in
That day shall be
My Death
Wandering off to somewhere else
Fed with lies from all sides

I am Alone.


Details | Ballad | |

The Seagull

The seagull


In the winter light she limps through
Frozen snow on the frozen ground
In the deepest night the starlight
Guides her back to the colder town

Baby, baby bunting
Mummy’s gone a ****ing
Gone to fetch a wheelie bin
To bin her baby bunting in.

I don’t want my wife to find me talking to you as if I care
Can I take you somewhere warmer?
I know somewhere I’ll take you there

How the clouds hold the snow.
Up above our heads a seagull
Flies across the storm.
Snowflakes slit his skin like razors
Next to me that bastard’s warmer.

Out on the moor where the sheep are buried
By the barn door lay the babe I carried

And the icicles are forming
And the bicycles are frozen
Down the street there goes the chosen
Up his bum there goes the bosun

And the misery and torment 
Are the only things for what you’re meant
Can you pay me back what I lent
I don’t wanna get my head bent. 

The trawler trails the gulls
into the harbours arms again
The seamen spill into the alleys
Waiting for the great adventure.


Details | Free verse | |

Black Jungle Cat

Several women were in the breezeway
Going from the sanctuary to the Fellowship Hall.
On either side of the French doors,
They gazed out the large windows in fear.
As I walked up to them, one of them asked
In hopeless desperation, "Who will go outside
And get the supplies for us."  They looked at each other.
She said this because the enemy was on our shores,
Patrolling every city, great and small.  I saw the armies.
People were afraid to venture outside their houses.
There were no soldiers in the street at this time.
It was a clear day.  I said to them, "I will go."
I opened and closed one French door and felt it...
FEAR was thick.  It crouched like a black jungle cat,
Panther or jaquar, lurking in the brush for prey.
My eyes were wide open as I walked the distance
Of the Staff's parking area.  There was a chamber 
Underground set aside for certain supplies.  
The enemy's presence was strong as I looked around.
I think I had to unlock its door before I opened it.
I took what was needed and walked through Fear.
I never saw him, but the enemy's threat to pounce
Was felt with each step until I quickly reached the porch
And entered back inside the church in front of the office.


(This is a dream I had the year after 9/11.)


Details | Ballad | |

Starcrossed Tragedy

A Silent Night's Hunt for a Tigress so blunt, Left the Fiend dancing with my Thisbe's Cloack But where was She? Her Drenching blood is all I can see The Night of Sanguine, The Night of Rapture, Tonight was meant to be All Behold This Tragedy ran by Dark Energy, My Lost Lover's Plea A seed of what is to come, In this starcrossed Tragedy, For I can not live without you, My Pyramus, All I need, My reason to Breathe One sight of me bleeding away from reality, started this tragedy and with me It shall Grow The Pain wasn't enough for me, To Live on with me Love without consequence, The Damned Saint, The Angelic Demon The Darkness of the Sea, Carries away with me, In this Starcrossed Tragedy A Star traveling across the moonless Night Sky, In the mid-summer of Verona, Fell from her glorious light, I have lost my guide, My need for Life Every balcony I'll climb for you, Just to Caress you once more But now it is too Late, My Juilet Let the Poison Fill me My Body dyed In silence, Dipped in Paralysis, Forging the Will of God, Feigning the Clutches of Death, My Romeo I prithee to you, See past The Illusion, Caught in the Webs of Love's delusion A Dagger reached my heart once To see you martyr for our love A Dagger reached my heart twice The Pain wasn't enough for me, To Live on with me Love without consequence, The Damned Saint, The Angelic Demon The Darkness of the Sea, Carries away with me, In this Starcrossed Tragedy Once the Morning Retired from her weeping The sun shined into her eyes, then his Lifeless, their dream will live on Every Petal will be Avenged The Pain wasn't enough for me, To Live on with me Love without consequence, The Damned Saint, The Angelic Demon The Darkness of the Sea, Carries away with me, In this Starcrossed Tragedy


Details | Free verse | |

Six 'o' Clock News

Acrid thoughts flow from this observer’s savaged mind,
permutations monitored by the auditor
infestation serviced by worldly parasites,
chromatic skin quivers in the shimmering haze
nicotine stained dentine reflex the noon sunlight,
while recorded historic slaughter highlighted.
Redundant talons clasp at a life just stolen
the fallen, amongst the trodden eglantine lay,
proving yet again man the perfect eraser;
yet a deathly silence impales the aftermath
infected only by cries of fidelity,
ghostly images belying their earthly tack,
genetic torment dipped into another’s hate,
alas no chance to make amends for ancient ways!

©   
2013


Details | Ballad | |

I Miss You

I know how lost and lonely
Your  world was for a while
Your eyes so sad and empty
Your face without a smile

Your world so out of focus
Set you walking the wrong street
And always I’d be there
To wipe the tears of each defeat

But never did I give up hope
I always knew we’d win
I knew with me beside you
Once again your soul would sing

For you were still the son I loved
Who’d brought me so much joy
You were still a part of me
You were still my boy

And with your strength and dignity
You washed away the pain
Rebuilding all your hopes and dreams
You learned to smile again

And with that smile upon your face
And new found peace of mind
With fun and laughter in your heart
You left this world behind

I feel an endless ache inside
I feel so incomplete
For losing you it means
I've lost the biggest part of me

Forever I will miss the laughs
Our talks, your smiling face
Forever I will miss the son
I never can replace

It’s hard to let you go
Because we never said goodbye
Now you’re an Angel in God’s Heaven
High above the sky

But sometimes when I'm all alone
And feel all hope is gone
I seem to hear you whisper
"Mum just smile, and carry on"


By Raina Hutchins




Details | Free verse | |

Reflections: Intellectualism

To Dine, To Die;
Conversations spiral
While thunderous eyes
Grasp concepts to recycle.

Constant debt crisis
A political paradox
Grating social devices
Over the sorting of socks.

Pseudo-analysis
An endless groan
Argumental paralysis
The debate grants no throne.

Existentialism
Over a roast
Potatoes won't listen
To who talks the most.

"That point is so interesting"
The floor is open for chat
"What is real?" not a thing
"Meow" adds the cat.


Details | Lyric | |

One More Day

Daylight slips away
Another lonely night descends
The darkness that surrounds me
My one and only friend
At times I wonder who I am
Why I'm so alone
A world without the man I love
A world to me unknown
I thought I could survive the pain
I thought I could be strong
My fragile heart so broken
My fragile strength all gone
All my hopes are lost
My dreams are washed into the sea
There is no point to life 
Without the world of you and me
I put my hands together
Then on my knees I pray
"Please God give him back to me
Just for one more day
I need to hold him once again
Before I let him go
To say I love him one more time
I need for him to know"
I’d rather go through any pain  
Than what death puts you through
I’d rather sleep forever more 
Than wake up missing you..


Details | Quatern | |

Your Only Friend

     YOUR ONLY FRIEND       
Out of the night she's called for you
and raised you from a restless sleep
into the life you're going through,
into the life you can not keep.

She's known by all, her name is Death,
you see her, then you realize,
she is your very final breath
and you have seen it in her eyes.

You look again, to clear your head
but truth is truth, and now you know,
your book is finished, it is read,
and now it's time to go.

So long you wondered who she was
if she would ever be a friend,
but now you see the love she does,
and it is there beyond your end.

She whispers all the things you've done
and sings them in her song
each rising star, each setting sun,
it all played out, but played out wrong.

And there is nothing here for you,
so welcome her, she is your end,
and go to where you must go to
to know sweet Death, your only friend.
        ©  ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet


Details | Sonnet | |

To The Niece That Never Was

Sweet little girl who snuck upon her mom
without plans already in place to meet,
you’re a tiny hero, a bitter balm
for the wound that left an empty car seat.
A routine visit that ended in tears,
and an operation for the next week.
My sister’s truth was a mother’s worst fear,
never to hold her babe, to stroke her cheek.

After the grim appointment, her eyes glazed
her heart rate jumped high, and her fever raised.
Illness would have stolen her, but for fate.
You had asked a favor at heaven’s gate.
Thank you for saving my sister, sweet one.
I wish though, it didn’t mean your life was done.

11/3/12


Details | Ballad | |

Corpse Bride

The braeþ of lyf -- I've Learned to fear
Though, ta'en it was, so long sinsyne
I've wroot my song of skreighs
He tore the lyf out of me
In sooth did she speke this to me - Cassandra was she to me
Wistful - I am no bride to be
Wistful - is this soliloquy of skreighs

I cede to thee, deathly colleen 
Though remains - façades of humanity 
Angel kind - wicce of my welkin dreams
Casted by the lote of she
Ta'en the hollow Herefro way - ne'er!
Caught with twain
W'ie or swain

Angel dearest so fair - love does not share
Seemed a crux, when eath is lone
I rose for thee - cede all of thy love to me
Or was this not meant to be
Eros's deceit 
So wistful - corpse bride I remain to be


Details | Rhyme | |

Drenched in Silence

Unbearable thoughts barreling through my head
Decaying in this silent chamber...
Where I desperately cry for help

Words come out useless...I have no capability to yelp
They haven't collapsed in the hands of the unforgiving jail-keeper
This pain grows in my bones...making me weaker
No one bothers to consider me
Circulated by envious glory
That snicker at my carrion body as it drops in dripping failures
Dragged by the sickening thought of living with jailers
As if i had no outlook to life...

I'm still placed in this cold-heartened chamber
Because I'm drenched in silence...
haunted by the deafening atmosphere 
sensing a load of terrorized fear

Shame embraced me, never leaving my presence
Cautious of the hovering thoughts,
transforming itself into my dreadful, panicky past

This hopelessness doesn't seem to matter
In this chamber of deceitfulness

Someday...hopefully Someday...
This silent chamber will shatter 

For now,  I'll abide in this loathsome,
silent chamber 
Until God, My  Savior, will shatter this wretched place
Into smithereens 

                                                                                         
                            

	


Details | Ballad | |

Another Yesterday Gone

Blankets of mist surround the air
Birds start singing their song
A new dawn arises, a new day begins
Another yesterday gone

Remembering your sweet loving voice
Your body close to mine
Your tender words and kisses
I wish could be frozen in time

Although I feel you with me
In life I'm all alone
Lost and stumbling 
Down the only road I've ever known 

Nights I lay here thinking
In my sleepless solitude
Grasping, clinging to a past
That doesn't let me choose

My shattered heart still bleeding
The pain too much to bear
I know I can't be mended
I'm broken beyond repair

Please don't leave me here
For I'm so lost without your love
I'm ready to go with you now
Through the gates of Heaven above...
 


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Black Sea Of Hate

I have no desire to swim in your black sea of hate 
Nobody is born with a broken soul it happens along the way 
You push your way into this world free from sin 
You came with all your innocent traits 

I have no desire to sit at your table 
Where the linen is whiter than an untouched 
Blanket of snow on Monsanto Lake 
neither will I partake! 


Your Gleaming Gorham silver wares Clusters 
Like hanging mountain grapes shapes 
Yet, I have no desire to swim 
Or to sit at your table of hate 

When the children of the Black Sea are taught to hate the priests 
Kids up north blood stain the streets while
The Politicians laughed over $2000 plate’s dinners 
Who is guarding the gates of hell?

The World of Politic sure is wild! 

http://idyllmusement.freeforums.net/index.cgi?board=poetry&action=display&thread=6


Details | Lyric | |

UNFOLD

The pain of change as it unfolds
Is oft a tale that stays untold
What is seen is a whole creature
not deep holes in the feature
nor concrete soles that makes his feet hurt

It all begins with a soft kiss
He is walking with a false bliss
Only following in paw prints
But the nature of mom's lips
Is to rob him of all innocence

Trapped in warm spindles of fear
A wrapped life form kindles in here
Four years bound to shingles of moss
Time to leave this life of sloths
Break free like that of a moth
and Rise again like Christ on the cross


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Everything that Never Was

 
i can feel it dissipating from every clogged pore on my body never a timeframe more wasted has this dismal nothing taken all of what was left from these ashes i shall be rebuilt only to stare back at that reflection to see nothing more than what i feared my soulless vessel will be ceaseless there is nothing more grotesque more monotonous more beautiful than what you could never take what was never born shall never die. Joseph B. Garcia


Details | Rhyme | |

An Amulet of Peace

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
An AR16 rifle in my hands….
Seemed like such a paradox,
In the paddies and jungles of Vietnam.

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
A man’s life was in my hands….
That life was not only mine,
While trying to survive in Vietnam.

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
Hoping for guidance by God’s hand….
Ignore our sin, keep us alive and safe,
While fighting in Vietnam.

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
My duffel bag in my hand….
After 13 months, I was going home,
No more to fight in Vietnam.

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
An Honorable Discharge in my hand….
Only to be spat upon, called ‘baby killer’,
By ‘peaceniks’ against the war in Vietnam.

An amulet of peace no longer hung ‘round my neck,
The challenge of a new life was at hand….
Found love, happiness and some success,
And tried not to think of Vietnam.

Again, that same amulet of peace hangs ‘round my neck;
And I hope my friends all understand….
I want our courageous young men and women
Out of Iraq and Afghanistan.


Details | Narrative | |

The Death Of A Friend

There was no casket to be set into the earth.
Only memories were to be  burried washed clean 
by the bottles embrace.

Strangers  do we part a vist to a familar cold place 
by the oceans shore.
Words spoken never hurt when you  understand 
human nature.

The dark inwhich  I only know.
A dark river flowing unto the sea.
Its broken current flow's with no true direction.

As children we start fresh only to loose the spark.
Dancing under a shroud of tenderness  apon lifes 
harsh stage.

Bitter souls reflect  anger lost only tears of  regret.
Me i just cast demons down   in some  twisted hope
I just might forget.

Sometimes you gotta realize when you crash through that glass
celling  you only got to look forward to the floor.
The bottle now empty I cast into  the dark waters
eternal bed.
Along  with a memory  I'll pretend to erase.

Distanse is only a thought away.
The road echos  my lifes song.
Underground burried  so deadly the truth
just as sweet as the lie.

Barbwire and daydreams  plague my soul.
Like the bottle that sit's within the depths 
of a water cast tomb.

I know strangers  as friends.
Night as backdrop.
Farewell  seems  fitting as hello.
When the river has run dry    
To whom will go?

Read more: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/the-death-of-a-friend/#ixzz0suxHEd00


Details | Free verse | |

The Rebellious Teen

The rebellious Teen loved all his friends. 
The only ones he listened to… were them.
They wanted him to drink and smoke every night. 
They said experimenting with drugs was definitely all right.

The rebellious teen’s mom was beside herself… 
This was her child and this could finish his life.
But he continued to listen to the Devil himself.
What could she do in the end to save his life?

The devilish friends held him closely in the palm of his hand…
In the end she decided she had to move far away from them.
Somewhere… where only new friends he could find.
Those who loved life, sports, and learning: to draw him back in.

Then every so often she let him, for a visit, to go back…
Each time he went, fewer were left to contact, yes, some were even dead.
Some had over dosed… Some didn’t care who he was any more.
What he found was rot and that they lacked the drive to live.

The rebellious teen cried for what he saw they had become…
He had changed and now could see, what was happening to them…
These were no longer the friends that he remembered from before.
He tried to save them with words and his love… but they didn’t care.

He didn’t want to go back to that sadness, to live ever again… 
Now he looked to the future and that was a fact.
The moral I tell you, all of my friends…if he won’t listen to you… 
Then find him new friends.

For if he is your life and if you want him to live…
Find others to help steer him or else you can’t win…
Let his support group be new peers who enjoy life to the brim.
Yes, those who will help lead him to walk in the light again.

From a true experience…


Details | Rhyme | |

Murder of the Mannequin [repost Mannequin Series 1]

Mannequin, what do you see
through eyes that never close
as you stay trapped and imprisoned
the story you compose.
Of how easy you caught fire,
when he’d brought you to life
made you think you were real, little liar,
until he killed you with your knife.
Skin ripped open, heartstrings pulled;
falling, falling headfirst;
how easy plastic skin cooled
you satisfied his sadistic thirst.
Free from judgment he walks,
and no one knows what he did,
Can't hear it in the way he talks,
he keeps it so well hid.
Mannequin, mannequin what do you see
as you try to mend again
do you watch him walk free?
The Murderer of the Mannequin.


Details | Free verse | |

The Final letter

Dear Lover...

I struggle to gulp
the scorn you poured.
My mouth parched,
desperate for a sip of your love.
A taste of your lips.

Your engagement- an abomination.
Our relationship still floods
the plains of my memory.
Surges storming in my inner soul.
Questions bamboozle my mind.

So, your affection was a mere hoax.
I, the halloween freak?
Your tender touch, in fact a thump?
Our turgid, rose in bloom.
A flaccid, comatose weed?

I cherish our unending summertime. 
I crowned, knighted& sainted
your passion.
And you scorn me?
My Love, make no attempt to flee.
I will find you, her and your fragrant bliss.
A reeking carcass I will leave.

The pathetic yearning for the 
warmth of your suave flame,
Is dead.
And the need to draw blood,
Resides.

 ...with love, 
    
Your Real Bride.


For Dictionary fun...#1...Delilah`s words contest.


Details | Free verse | |

The Fear

The Aphotic rays reach higher
And shame, shade reigns over all
Lacuna, Apathy is all I feel as I fall into the ashed grave
I'm living, the slowest way to die
Elysia, rapture where are you now

What will I do when the flame is extinguished 
What will I do when I drown in ash
What will I do when they sing my name in funeral dirges 
How can this be all, one short organic vitality
Scares to die, but afraid of a new day

Scared to die, but so afraid of a new day
Will I Ressructe to Paradise, burn in Hell, or lay in Sheol
Is this a there is, one feather, to the dirge
My life so long - my suffering grows
Scared to die, but so afraid of a new day

In all of the ashes, a flame begins
Once again, here I am
Living, the slowest way to die


Details | Epitaph | |

Lee's Verse

Whenever a tunnel of darkness descends

Remember... there's always a light at the end

Face all your fears, and follow your dreams

For nothing is ever as bad as it seems

Things may go wrong, but don't be afraid

Lessons are learned from mistakes that are made

Life is not painless, but never despair

Just reach deep inside...and your strength will be there..



For Lee, my son-in-law, who was so very special to me.

Life will never be the same again... 
I will miss you for always xxxx


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Churchbell

Bones of rotting timbre mimic 
morgues of truth
Pleading memories of oaths to rigor 
mortised youth
Snide sacrosanct hides under 
shrouds of pride
placing careful snares under 
gleaming stares
These selective few
they ingratiate you...
Even the doubtful  few
These ephemeral ghosts clapping at 
unspoken jokes
Wheezing from their throats to 
laugh as they choke.



Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

ONE NIGHT OF LEGEIA

    ONE NIGHT OF LIGEIA
Half from anxiety, half terror born,
I see her rising breasts, from pages torn
Out from a dream played out so long ago,
I knew I'd not forget, or ever know,
a lock of hair fell to where lace is worn.

The beauty of her eyelids vagrant line
becoming much a part of Poe's, and mine,
as candle light from distant chandelier
reflected from her eagerness to tear,
and made each teardrop fall in sparkled shine.

The night progressing through what's meant to be,
discov'ry of a soul mate's constant plea,
as hair of raven black fell to my face,
and fancied every nerve, throughout our chase,
while love's sweet ending, touched the two of we.

"I love you!'s" Feigning death, add to the spell,
she weaved throughout the night, we loved too well!
And when the end began, our Fifth Alarm
gave cadence to our pace out of the norm,
and brought the ending only Poe could tell.

Sweet love! Sweet dream! We died into the flame
from lack of heart to play out love's sweet game,
and hope to keep the ending constantly,
Orgasm of the soul, for Poe and me,
as close as love may come to stay the same.
        © ron wilson (aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet)


Details | Rhyme | |

By Reason of Insanity

Harken now 
To this tale most foul
Don surgeon’s cloaks and help disembowel…

Demeanor so tainted, rationale denied
Mental state not withstanding, five children have died
By her dripping wet hands, motherly guile
“Just sit in the tub, baby; just for a while”
“Mommy will hold you, now don’t be afraid”
For there is no stopping the plan she has made

The youngest is helpless, clenching tiny pink fists
The oldest is wary and tries to resist
Undaunted and composed, she chases him down
Since he knows her intentions, he’ll be next to drown

Surveying her work, she surely must know…
But she doesn’t stop there; three more to go
Now that she’s finished she lays them out neat
Onto the bed and covered with sheets

Surely exhausted, but lucid enough to phone…
The police and her husband so she won’t be alone
Not now with the babies, for all is so still
Her clothes soaking wet and getting a chill,

She waits by the door for them to arrive
How fortunate for her, that she’s still alive
To face a jury and be given her trial
Let us sit back and watch the system churn for awhile

The verdict is in…finally those tiny voices will be heard
But what we hear instead are these very words:
She is “Not Guilty by Reason of Insanity”
Here we are now in our feeble humanity
Trying to fathom the innocent suffering
Not bearing to think of such a horrific ending

But alas, here our story must draw to a close
While we contemplate the sweet late children’s repose


Details | Ballad | |

Lying In The Darkness

Lying in the darkness
Nothing here to see
The shadow of my lonely self
Just staring back at me

Lying in the silence
Deafening to my ear
The beating of my lonely heart
The only sound I hear

Lying here remembering
The world of you and I 
A love beyond forever
We knew would never die

My tears are never ending
My vision always blurred 
No one listens to my prayers
My words still go unheard 

You showed me what it was to love 
You showed me how to feel
My love for you was endless
My life with you was real

I know I'm needed in this world 
Even though you’re gone
I know I must survive this pain
I know I must be strong

But always I’ll remember that
Again one day I’ll see
The only man I’ll ever love
The only man for me...


Details | Blank verse | |

Epitaph of an Addict

Stalking him,
Always now,
In the daylight, or down city street, no matter.
Sleek- a panther, its coat cast obsidian under a moon in anarchy.

Behind him, or in front,
Clutching deeply until each appendage of self falls victim;
The brain, the belly
And the heart unwittingly surrenders.
And the heart.

For although it assuages his fear
It absorbs the essence of the spirit.
It has given inexplicable sorrow a name.
And although the symptoms are in juxtaposition
Nonetheless it defines the nature of his disease;
In this he has found the substance for his epitaph.

And you,  who are behooved by deadly youth's penchant for morbidity,
Seize now, his eyes, glance for glance,
And answer this question which binds his life to a name.

Who can be so blind as to assume
That one is amongst the living because you see him walking?
B ecause his lungs expand and so much toxic air is absobed
And expelled?


Details | Quintain (English) | |

Battle Cry

We stand alone in the blackest night,
Awaiting the battle cry;
Lost and alone in this bloody fight
Never questioning or wondering why;
As I send a silent prayer to the sky...


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

No Parachutes,safety nets,souls,or hope

Love is whispered and not forgotten
If this be so
I deaf to soft lipped invitations seek no thought of hope
I of no past collection hold thought
To forget is gruesome and beautiful

My eyes, swift allies in my war of world tell no lies

Silent in the 4 walled chalkboard blue
Shakespearean mad men twist their tongues with words of bland hue

I believe the concept of Ugliness is more profound than that of beauty
Dreams of my bladed face fill up behind my eyes...scratching my mind

Nothing goes SURPRISE! anymore
To love and lose is not the exciting protagonist to never having lost love

the optimists run in circles
pretenders of despair hunt themselves

Every street is Desolation row and my window is covered with blood

Nothing comforts anything
No advice

....just surprises


Details | Didactic | |

Second Thoughts

Why we always look away
From what our eyes desire to see?

Then we think
‘I should have…’

We look back
And we can’t see

It walked away -
We let it be

Why it always walks away
When we want to give a try?

We look back every day
And we pray for one last stand

Then we think back in regret
‘Why i hadn’t…’
Each time we cry

One day we will forget-
The day when we die


Details | Rhyme | |

The Tale Of Snowman

“Oh Snowman!” sing the children-birds,
“For what reason are you astray?”
He’d put some care into his words.
Who cares what snowmen have to say?

He’d long been keeping up his trade
Of mangling words where truths apply.
But well he knows in this charade
That half the truth is not a lie.

He has no friends or next of kin,
His wisdom wasted on the trees.
His words are lost like nectar in
A world devoid of honeybees.

A bachelor to ardor’s flame
Forsaken by a tragic flaw.
The green-eyed youths know not his name,
And never gazed at snow with awe.

His history’s a fable now.
Much like the ones he’d once unveil.
But never will it die, I vow;
For I have heard his tragic tale.


Details | Free verse | |

This guilt will never leave my heart

I watched you burn 
in the blazing fire
I heard your screams
I saw your tears
I knew I should've done somthing
But maybe I didn't want to
I know I shouldn't think like this
But you had it coming
And
I enjoyed your face that was full of horrer
I acted as if I was heartbroken when the police came
They said it wasn't my fault
But how wrong they were
You see
I started the fire
I was the one who watched my parents die
With absolute pleasure
Yeah
I'm in a orphanage
But who cares
Those bastards are out of my life
For good
And I made sure of that
Every night
I try to sleep
I try to forget them
But I am a child after all
They were my parents
And I...and I killed them
I'm cold blooded murderer
I try to do something
Except tell anyone
I may be a child but I'm not stupid
It's been years now
I still can't forget their faces
Their agonizing faces
I sometimes cry to myself
Thinking about it
No matter how many times I want to stop
I just can't
This guilt that I have brought apon myself
Will never leave
Even if I'm dead
It wont stop
Ever


Details | Rhyme | |

Dark Side Of Love

He used to be so fun and happy
Now he seems so sad and angry
He never seems to smile anymore
I’ve never seen him this way before
I just want my old friend back
The one who could always make me laugh

It only got worse as time went on
It was then I knew my old friend was gone
He started to get far and distant
I tried, but I couldn’t make sense of it
I started to wonder what went wrong
Was it something that could be undone?

I can see the evil gleam in his eyes
It’s all part of his journey to the dark side
Looking back I can’t help but feel it’s all my fault
Even thought it was his own choice to join the cult
I know there’s no one to blame
And in the end he couldn’t be tamed


Details | Rhyme | |

Apology Accepted

Fill me with lies 
No goodbyes
Kill me with sorrow
No tomorrow
Break me with words
This is absurd
Drown me with hate
Is it too late?
To apologize...to apologize
Look me in the eyes...
And apologize...
You will never understand me
And you’re never going to find me
You took a part of me 
That didn't belong to you 
Well, live with what you got
I have nothing more to lose
Leave me here to rot
I have nothing more to lose
And if i do...
The only thing I'm losing is you...
So fill me with lies
Say your goodbyes
Shoot me with sorrow
There's always tomorrow
Your words can't break me
Your hate can't drown me
Look me in the eyes
You absurd man
It's never too late
To apologize...


Details | Rubaiyat | |

A New Voice

a rubaiyat

Near Damascus, Saul's hatred met its end;
he soon discovered darkness is no friend.
God deemed young Ananias the best guy
to tell Saul of the plan He'd recommend. 

"Saul will kill me," was this believer's cry.
"There is no way I'll open up Saul's eyes?"
And He's right, unless God is thus inclined;
but fear weighs heavy, makes it hard to try.

Saul was a zealot in tradition's bind.
It's hard to see when customs leave you blind;
Saul was a Pharisee of great renown,
determined but with vengeance on his mind.

Both Saul and Ananias came unbound,
their lives took on focus as Light they found.
Now, Ananias can his trust defend;
and Saul gained fervor switching battleground.



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Details | Dizain | |

When The Torch Came In June

When The Torch Came In June--In Memory of my husband: 
            Robert A. (Bobby) Burch--Died 6/22/1996

O' June...June...I can't believe how fast time
Has gone. It seems like only yesterday
I held him close...kissed...his lips on mine.
It's been sixteen years since he went away...
That HOT, JUNE, DAY--the Olympic Torch came
Through town. Everone there--needing him too...
He sat down beside me--his face--I knew
When he said, "I don't feel well"--that glazed stare.
Everyone always asked him what to do!
Twice...he came back to assist his own care...

EMS, Doctors, nurses--all were there!
But, still, it was not enough to save him.
Two minutes from the ER--WASN'T FAIR!
'Prayed in the ER as they worked on him...
The people: loved ones, community, friends,
Were everywhere--pacing...standing...crying...
But I kept praying--"Don't let him be dying!"
Finally, they 'called it'...then let me go in...
I kissed him-- goodbye-- but felt they were lying--
Then told our son...he'd not see, DAD--again.

O' June...June...your mem'ry serves quite well...
Wish it'd been me...and he, this story tell.

deborah burch©
5/26/2012

Dizain
Entry for contest: "If I Had A Broken Heart"...


Details | Free verse | |

Deaths Epiphany

The man who raised me, his hair has become so very gray.
The hands that once held me, their skin is now so paper-thin.
I know, the time is coming close where he shouldn’t live alone.
What can I say, that he doesn’t already know?

He wants his independence, but I hear a waiver in that thought.
So now I begin to worry and want to call him every night.
I cried when my mother died, but with him I will cry so much more.
As long as he’s alive… I still feel tethered in their love.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Shadows Of Pain

Hollowed eyes and tortured soul 
Spitting words that didn't flow 
Forcing smiles that always faded 
His memories fond, distorted and jaded
Ups and downs, half smiles and frowns
His mind was spinning round and round 
A heart bigger than a sunrise sky 
So numbed he left and didn't say goodbye 
The darkness seized him, held him tight
Squeezed so hard life became a fight 
A fight to eat, a fight to breathe 
Hatred flowed and emotions seethed 
He never forgot and never forgave 
The angst inside him dug his early grave
Handsome groom, number one dad 
The best friend I truly ever had 
Woke up one day not feeling well
Couldn't take this life in hell 
Began his journey to what comes after
Mom comes home, finds him hanging from a rafter 
Terror sets in and shock takes over 
In a blink of an eye their marriage was over 
Two nightmarish calls, one to each daughter 
Cries and screams like lambs at the slaughter 
And so we march on, soldiers in a state of shock 
Thinking it's him, every phone call and knock 
Now, I hope, his tortured soul's at peace 
But we, the survivors, are haunted with memories and grief 
Does the cycle continue - depression and shame? 
Will I follow my father through the shadows of pain?


Details | Free verse | |

The Sowing

Upon the wind feasted hillside
The jagged edges of used rocks swell
With the fatless skin of babes and wenches 
Below a field of blood, no less a Flanders Field

A continuous swell of rape roll like waves
In the pallid squalor of leaking huts wooden tales tell
The scars ironed in the backs and inner thighs
The voices crying with no listening ear
Blood shines bright in moon's glow sons birth upon the fields

For eons it seems men stack rape like barley and wheat
Small ones soft ones and inexperienced virgins too
Daughters bled away dignity men their respect
Born work and ravished in the fields
Where is their medal of bravery

Today the summer sun washes over the fields
Each rays eclipses the dark memories of sin
As the sons and daughters rise

This poem was written for Joann Grisetti's Copycat contest through inspiration of Debbie Guzzi's The Sowing, one of the Greatest writers here on the Soup


Details | Free verse | |

Sorrow's Drink

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


Details | I do not know? | |

Too Late to Say

I can smell the pies a baking
Upon the warmest summer day
Even with windows wide open
It’s a scent not gone away

She was there before the changing
Making food just like before
But once the afternoon had come
It was the bottle, wanted more

Now there were many of us still under
Yeah, under the roof she called her own
But, to this child who knew no better
This was my mom and too my home

Despite the angry, angry bottle
That turned her feelings dark and gray
I knew my mother forever loved me 
Though I wished my mom away

How sad I am today
That the bottle
Made me wish my mom away

Many years were cast upon us
I had grown into a family man
A hard working, white collar worker
Trying to do the very best I can

With my wife standing beside me
I have strength to look back and see
My misinterpreted emotions
And all my mother meant to me

She was here to see my children
She tried to make up for all she did
But all she had ever wanted, really
Was to be happy and to live

For she had so many children
I was the youngest of her ten
Yeah, I was my mother’s baby
But I never knew what it really meant

Until now that I’m a father
And sometimes things, they get so tough
It’s so easy to dive into a bottle
But, it’s love that makes one stop

She did that for my children
But, I never really saw her change
And never had the chance to tell her
All my feelings, cause it got too late

My mother left this world not long ago
She met my dad on Heaven’s floor
My only sadness is I never told her
That I couldn’t have loved her more

That I was thankful for all her loving
All the gifts she had given me
For her teachings of life in general
And my family’s history

I was grateful for her changing
But not the woman that she was
She was perfect in that way


Details | ABC | |

The Man Died

He lies a mangled heap of naked shame
dead to nagging worries, thoughts and sorrow
a worn dusty dress clings to his lean marrows
silent he lies in a noisy street with no name

All his lofty dreams and achievements
lie quietly with him in his exposed grave
all his prayers and high hopes none can save
mute the too heap a colossal embarrassment

The joy of an only male child is still
the cheer of giddy success is silent
tears from sobbing hearts are absent
only a crowd of sober vultures at his heels

Curious feet walk briskly away from him
who once lived, loved and sinned like many
who now heedlessly lies without a penny
facing a shy sky who turns away dim

He remains a terrible sight of cold shame
putrid morning, a cynosure of attention
crowds salute hand over nostrils in petition
to our commanding John Doe with no name

A corpse of our national soul lies
dead in the center of our patriotic eyes


Details | Pantoum | |

How I wish I Could Go Back

Oh how I wish I could go back,
To heal the pain inside my heart;
To say goodbye before it was too late,
To see you smile at me once more;

To heal the pain inside my heart,
To hear your laughter fill the air,
To see you smile at me once more;
What I wouldn’t give to just go back,

To hear your laughter fill the air,
To say goodbye before it was too late,
What I wouldn’t give to just go back;
Oh how I wish I could go back.

~For Paula's Back to Bacl Contest~


Details | Prose Poetry | |

I'm Angry

I have the fury of hell trapped inside. I’m so angry that words can’t express how I 
feel. Nothing in life could have ever told me that these emotions existed. I’m mad at 
you, at everything you ever stood for. At the very fact that you were so charming 
and happy in life only to die and leave me alone like you did. Angry at the fact that 
your death could have been prevented, Drinking and Driving - were you just stupid; 
careless. Did you think that you would never die? That you were immortal and could 
defy even God. Well you weren’t, I guess you know that now. I still can’t believe 
that your life could be wasted because you were too arrogant to wait till you got 
home. You should've waited...


Details | Couplet | |

Fury of Fire

The S.E.A.T. planes look like Vultures as they circle over head,
Dropping tanks of slurry over glowing trees of red;

An orange blaze crests the mountain top, then swallows the valley below;
As the smoldering ash floats back to Earth, it almost looks like snow;

The roar of the fire is deafening as it engulfs the forests decay,
And the black smoke is so thick in the air, it takes our breath away;

The heat blisters paint on the dozers, trying to cut a break,
It burns with an unknown fury, til nothing is left in it's wake;

The fire has a mind of it's own, carrying a heart full of wrath,
Taking life after life, incinerating all in its path.


Details | Epic | |

Young Cronus

YOUNG CRONUS	(5.7.09)

My father decided he wanted his children		
buried, and left for dead.
But my mother, Gaea, both fair and true,
spared her children instead.
So I met with my selfish father,
where, by Gaea, we both were led,
and, holding the sickle she gave me,
this is what I said:

"Hello, dearest father.
I'm glad that you came. After years without you, 		
I know how you feel about us.				
I just hope you know:  We feel the same about you."

"But we are not here to argue.
I came here to say good bye."
He knew farewells were in order,
but he did not yet, know why.
I explained our situation,
as my siblings stood idly by,
saying, "If you don't want to have children,
you cannot be swayed, so I won't even try.
But its too late to go back now.
You cannot erase my family and I.
So that leaves us only one option,
and that's why I'm saying goodbye."

"Goodbye, worthless father.
I'm glad that you came.  Now pay what is due. 			
We know how you feel about us,
and now you know how we feel about you."

He regretted the seeds he had sewn,
so, in charity, I reaped his remorse.
I swung my sickle pure and precise,
with such fervent and furious force;
His blood was late to react to the wound,
and that which was lost by means of divorce,
found it's new home in the deep, dark, blue ocean-
unable to ever return to it's source.

	Together with most of my brothers and sisters,
	there seemed to be no better fit
	than to send him away, as he would have sent us;
	to the bottomless Tartarus pit.

"Goodbye, worthless father.
I'm glad that you came, and you paid what was due.
We knew how you felt about all of us,
so we showed you just how we all feel about you." 	

"Farewell forever, father.
I'm glad that you're gone, and I'll never atone.		
Know that your fear was what you created,
as I take my seat in what once was your throne."


Details | Free verse | |

Loss of innocence

Houses lost, friends go away…
Then others I’ve never known…
Some areas worse, some less…
But all have seen the scar…

Empty homes with vacant eyes…
The bank will own the loan…
Won’t let lose their precious prize…
Until they’ve made a score…

A few will pass thru many hands…
Most will wait with time…
In the end we all lose…
With tears in our eyes…

The only winner any where…
Is the bank that still holds on…
There was really no doubt on this…
As the monster gobbles more…

As still so much is lost by all...


Details | I do not know? | |

For Bree, Paulie, Brooke, George & Sydnie...With Love

I know I don't have millions
To leave you in my will
But what I have for each of you
Is something greater still

I have a few possessions
For each of you to keep
Photographs and memories
I know will make you weep

All my sad sad poems
Written through my tears
All the journals of my life
I wrote throughout the years

My jewellery and diamonds
For Sydnie, Brooke and Bree
And every time you wear them
I know you’ll think of me

Jewellery and diamonds 
For George and Paulie too
To give them to your little girls
With love from me and you

I know you that you will treasure
All of the above
But something far more greater
I leave you... is my love

It brought you all into this world 
And helped you all to grow
With each and every step
I’ve loved you more than you will know

Each of you is different
You all have your own ways
From when you all were babies
And through your childhood days

Naughty things you said and did
The secrets you would hide
But even through your teenage years
I watched you grow with pride

The closeness that you share
Between a sister and a brother
The love I know is there
Has made me proud to be your mother

Now you’re all grown up 
And having children of your own
And you will share with them
The love and laughter you have known

Keep with you your memories
Your thoughts, your special song
No one else can take 
To only you, they do belong

Don't feel lost or lonely
Or afraid of what to do
Just follow your heart..knowing
I'm always there with you

Keep with you the knowledge
That even from above
Nothing in this world
Is greater than a mothers love

Never change for no one
Just be always who you are
And I’ll be right beside you 
Your forever guiding star...


By Raina Hutchins


Details | Narrative | |

The Trilogy Ends

The brutalized girl breathed her last in faraway Singapore
She met her fate returning home, a couple of weeks ago
To shift the focus of the masses on an issue so emotive
And moved to a hospital in a distant land with a purely political motive
Reputed for organ transplants in which their hospital specialized 
What good did it do to a grievously hurt girl whose condition had not stabilized
The six hour flight to the distant shore was surely a misadventure
The government was uneasy with restive crowds near their hallowed seat of power

The government paid lip service to the girl who is no more
Making promises to a nation, both aggrieved and sore
But in the interim, another girl in a neighbouring state
Ended her life, harassed and denied for weeks from recording her rape
The administration’s handling of such incidents
Are not far and few and have many precedents
A woman parliamentarian and doctor to boot
Said something very strange in a television interview
Referred to a victim from the past
And on her character, aspersions she cast
Pronouncing to media that it was not rape at all
But a call-girl’s transaction gone wrong; what gall!
Another MP, this time the President’s son
Sought to have fun with his knowledge of the English lexicon
And portrayed the women demonstrators of civil society as ‘painted & dented’
The backlash was so vicious, on national television he recanted  
With red lights marking them as their sirens wail through the streets
Breaking traffic rules and followed by a bureaucratic fleet 
Politicians think that from their ivory towers they have seen it all
As elected office bearers they never cease to appall
In times of crisis you can sense the disconnect 
But democracy is about people’s choices, who do we elect?

And to men, I must ask why bestiality has become our way
Together we can surely change the world for a better day
Please resist if opportunity demands when you see a girl harassed
Or at the least seek help fast, you have to save the lass! 


Details | Free verse | |

The death and re-birth of Robin Williams

Waiting for you is like waiting for death
I called and asked if you would nurse me
When I fell down and injured by back

Waiting for you is like waiting for my father
I sit by the door with hope in my heart 
In my mind you call and say I need you
But the call is never answered

Waiting for you is like waiting for a cure
I treat myself and take my medicine like a good boy
But my arms and hands are too short

Waiting for you is like waiting for god
I listened as some else was abused and abandon 
I say that we have a lot in common
But she said let me put my arms around you
Because god has not forgotten about you


Details | Lyric | |

On Dying

On Dying.

I was strolling in the sunshine
It was half past afternoon
And I even heard that new born baby cry.
As I carried on, I heard birdsong
That I’d missed my whole life long
Me mind had told me I was bound to die.

But the whisper in my heart said “cool
Look at the positives, you fool”
As he tried so hard to make me understand
That One must open up ones heart  
And see the whole, not just the parts?
It could be ones demise be kind of grand.

For positives have negatives
And negatives have positives
And life may choose to dance with you
With Death in fact enhancing you.

And then those trees did sparkle now
They seemed to glow and gleam somehow
And life seemed like a candy covered dream.
And now I know that every man
Is here to learn to understand
As still I wonder just what all this means.    


Details | Ballad | |

Angel's Wings

The days, the weeks, the months have passed
It’s now almost two years
I thought that time was meant to heal my pain
And dry my tears
Instead my days are twice as long
My nights still hard to bear
My life is just a passing phase
My world without a care
I cannot still the voice inside me
Calling out for you
For all I ever wanted  
For all I ever knew
The winds of change keep blowing
Trying to set me free
But they don't understand
With you is where I need to be
I close my eyes, and there you stand
I watch you for a while
Your handsome face, your winning ways
Your famous carefree smile
You were the breath I breathe
You were the blood that runs my vein
Without you I will die
For you’re the medicine for my pain
So how do I move on 
When I still can't find my way
How do I forget 
And say goodbye to yesterday  
I need to know you’re with me 
In everything I do
Everywhere I go 
I need to know that you’re there too
So stay with me so I can face
Whatever tomorrow brings
Until it’s time for me to fly to you
With Angels wings..


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

They said her time had come- Death by insurance

They said her time had come
No place to run
No place to hide
No time for fun
Just an empty vessel inside
Going through the motions
Numb.
Overwhelming emotions
They said her time had come

They said her time had come
Evil coats
She wants to run
She desires to have fun
Not understanding why she can not play
It is now the month of May
Another denial letter
Another denial to get better
They said her time had come

They said her time had come
Why such looks of sorrow?
She doesn’t understand
For there is always tomorrow
Evil coats
She takes a breath
Smelling all of the flowers
No place to hide
Now literally an empty vessel inside
They said her time had come

Her time had come
Her bald head 
Just four years old
She looks to comfort from her mom and dad
Why do they look so sad?
Evil coats drag them away 
She never got that chance to go out and play
Beep. Beep. Beeep.. Bleeeeep….. 
The room floods with long white coats
Now to heaven this little girl floats
Her time had come

They said her time had come
She was just a name
No money, undeserving of fame
Easy for her to be denied
If only the suits had looked her in the eyes
Who is to blame? 
Sent to the free clinic
Now dead at four
No insurance
Ooops! What a shame…
She could have been saved
Now two parents at her grave
Once a happy family, now destroyed
Because THEY said her time had come


Details | Narrative | |

He'd Just Discovered Suspenders

No job 
No prospects
No optimism 
It took all his energy
Just to fake a smile 
Health eroding 
At the speed of light 
His world grew smaller by the 
second 
Former small pleasures 
Transformed into ambivalence 
Blank and numb 
He walked blindly 
There were no solutions 
To any of his problems 
And then one day 
Out of the clear blue sky 
He smiled without effort 
I even caught a glimmer 
Of a spark in his eye 
Life became a little more 
pleasant 
We all cheered him on silently 
Me his number one fan.

As his confidence had 
diminished 
His gut had grown larger 
He wore his belt below it 
But his pants always slid down 
Far enough to annoy him 
Another problem 
With no solution 
One day, after months 
With the spark in his eye 
He chose to die 
It was a shock because 
He'd just discovered 
suspenders.


Details | Narrative | |

A missive from the damned to whoever have a little time to spend with this nonsense - Page 2

But now, I wonder "Will I have the bravery to follow?"
Demise shall follow if I am to attain redemption and cleanness of my sins that tarnish my soul.
Sometimes, I cling to yes, sometimes I cling to no.
When the dark clouds blur my sight, I ask myself "What is worth living for?", some believe in god, some in money or in even a more mundane wish.
I lack this one thing, I lack the purpose that would impulse me forward. But then, I speculate "For me, must be love", but what is love? I do not know, I am an strange to it, perhaps this wasn't reserved for everyone.

Well, one thing is right, my passing will not be mourned nor missed. It will go like the wind, now here then gone and noone noticed a thing.
Many leaves were shaken, many tears soiled the ground, yet, none of this was spotted by anyone.

To the people I did wrong "I am sorry, please, do forgive me".
To the people that hates me, hate me more, be genuine with it and be the fuel of this endeavor. Hurt me more, make me bleed, cut open my flesh, as he once did when I was an infant, paint the wall with my crimson tint...
Make me regret to have been born, actually, this will require little effort, since I already regret that.
My mind is set, termination is the way to go if I desire to do something good, at least once, in this life.
No hope can be spied nor a glimmering light to lead this one to safety.

In a colorless world, only with shades of black and gray, thoughts of demise haunts me day after day.
I see the people around me, at work, on the the streets, everywhere and I cannot help but to feel disgusted and out of place and helpless.
I am tired of pretending, behind my mask, I weep, behind their masks, they laugh at me.
I am tired of being fed by deceiving tales and to feed other with my lies.
The lies... It is everywhere, one must tread lightly between them, or else will fall their prey.


Details | Couplet | |

Living contrasts

two people telling their stories
one fighting, one worries
warm breath shifts into white clouds
cancer’s death a freezing shroud
I listened to the both of them
their trust a private  gem 
I felt their huge and intimate fears
while walking on both saw my tears

©Ellie Daphne van Stralen 2012

GiMmI.. WhAt I wAnT.. wHaT I rEaLlY rEaLlY WaNt..... <3 
Contest Judged:  12/17/2012 12:00:00 AM	 
Sponsored by: Tracie- Indigo Dreamweaver


5	Living contrasts        Ellie Daphne van Stralen




Details | Senryu | |

OBL

Years of tyranny
Shot down in a solid blast
Freedom reigns again


Details | Verse | |

His Gentleness

He gently creeps into her room
to rest tenderly near her side
 while thoughts of melancholy zoom
 in  of his once vibrant bride
she's been there for him
so many, many years
he sniffles~and tries to hide 
the sorrow and the tears
she has been injured and hurt
but has lost the fight
she will not make it through the night
she will be in paradise by tomorrow's day
he reaches to sniff her best skirt
holds it tight~ it smells of her perfume
he drags over to the vanity to spray
her familiar scent around the room
he cradles her head within his arm
then musters an adoring smile as he whispers in her ear, 
"Time travels fast, and I will see you in a while, my dear"
He provides her warmth by stroking her hair
he wants to capture this image of her there
he wants this moment painted on the wall
so that he can always,always recall
how peaceful she seemed while adrift somewhere.

Copyright McCuen 2009


Details | Rhyme | |

Guilt Overflows

Guilt overflows
with a spark of revilement
its decay spreads like fire, 

blinding...conniving...

binding up in its sticky debris
still surviving
tangled whispers bleeding through me
reminders of a depthless past...
listen to the sobs beneath me, 
the hardness of your ears meet my lips at last
deep inside a heap of lies, 
refusing my cries
you can never see how binded I am...
how blinded I am.
you too cannot see...you cannot see
though your eyes meet me, 
still, you cannot see.
the least you can do is listen
listen carefully,
sight is mere illusion, 
follow the voice intently,
it cries softly, oh so softly...
before it dies away unnoticed 
It whispers steadily, 

Remember me, 

Remember me...


Details | Free verse | |

life now

the life that you have now 
is the one you will cry over when you are removed from it 
it happens that many lives are taken 
away from the now and when we lived 
the can’t grow fast enough is bicycle hard to catch up to 
crispy in leaves, and, bare under the bark


Details | Free verse | |

Poetic Predators

She wolf of the poetic world who run
and struggle to maintain her dignity 

Our words, our dreams are falling to pieces 
By, the predators of this time period 
We are the prey for  the fearful ones 
Who scrolls and display rude comments? 

Deep within as you lament over our poems 
 we rise up stronger than ever
Composing rhyme, lyric and prose 
Unlike your hatred about likes and dislikes 
Narrative poems portrays the truth 
We shine, we meddled, and somehow, we win 
We are stronger; death with dignity is a poet emblems 

Pieces of our past anthology anguish you 
Your Savage behavior bites you each time; 
We compose; you pursue 
We are the death of your souls 

Mr. Sleepless White Nights 
Your predators, you editors
Are you addicted to your inner critic
 
We have our rights 
You confounded wretch night stalkers. 



Details | Free verse | |

November 22, 1963

A common-born child
was changed by the death
of a man one day.
Back in the 60's,
(I remember.)
when barefoot kids
were called in,
from carefree play.
A rowdy, raucous group,
(Tag, you're 'it' No! Tag,
I got you back.)
tumbling into the backdoor,
in answer to Momma's call.
I, being first inside,
pulled up short,
knowing something
just wasn't right.
The deep voice of a man
was blaring from the radio.
(No country songs playing
quietly while she worked.)
She hushed us sharply.
Then, I saw her face, palled
and drawn, having saucer eyes,
as when hot clouded coffee
is poured out to cool. 
(I had never met her fear before.)
The words of the announcer echoed
across a hollow room,
“President John F Kennedy,
the thirty-fifth president
of the United States
died today...”
Even I the youngest, could catch
the significance of what we heard,
that somber day the country reeled.
(The punch in the gut struck me as well.)
On Friday, November 22, 1963
my innocence of childhood left,
and while standing barefoot
in a poor man's house,
I felt kinship with the world.


Details | Haiku | |

DEATH WISH HAIKU A Musical History of Cigarettes

 DEATH WISH HAIKU (AS Musical History of Cigarettes)
L.S.M.F.T.
Snooky Lanson sang it clear
smoke in every ear.

From your Hit Parade,
Frank Sinatra blew the words one time
Didn't Fence Him In.

Dorothy Collin's voice
America there's only one to smoke
Lucky Strike's the one.

Drifting up her nose
pulling smoke into her lung
biting on her tongue

what is she doing?
coffins closing in with nails
death as slow as snails.

Do you want a Lucky?
More satisfaction pleasure
undertakers measure.

Camel smoke was nil
More Doctors smoked  Lucky Strikes
Than Mike Hammer smoked.

Nicotine all day
tie hers up in Christmas bows
blow it out her nose.

Free on Navy ships
Sailors never saw the light
Though the match was free.


Details | Acrostic | |

Of Pink And Grey

Before I
        Confess the crime you
Could
        Turn a blind eye to,
Tell her
        Not to judge
How much
        You based on
"I loved"
        Truth
To be
        Told,
A part of
        The lying claims
Her life
        Meant nothing, so
I lost
        The argument hence
My
        Remaining 
Voice
        Killed --
 


Details | Free verse | |

Dreaming of my Fate

I once had a dream
or was it a premonition

In it i saw two beings
one good
one evil

in the eyes of the evil one
I saw my fate
A horrible cruel existence
Beyond rust like black gates

A river of fire 
within it many souls
their screams never cease
So continue their mournful woes

I saw myself burning
screaming,bleeding,crying
Such suffering no words can describe
Torment never ending

In the eyes of the good one
i saw my fate
A joyful conclusion
Beyond this paradise's gates

A palace of clouds
within it many people
Their laughter is like music
In this world exist no evil

I saw myself laughing
My soul at peace
Such joy i can't put into words
Happiness does not cease

What is my fate
I saw the two sides
Which one do i get
When the flesh dies

I'll know someday
When my time arrives


Details | I do not know? | |

The Knock of Improbability (Part 2)

I will try one more time to fall asleep I must try
For I am alone, so I thought, must be the birds thats why
I convince myself its so, and I close my eyes slow
But that knock comes even louder as it did before

Again noone in sight not even the birds
I look around and I am now truly alone with my words
It must be a demon coming to claim what is hers
That my soul is her prize taking me back to disperse

I will not go without a fight I promise you that
I will not give up my soul for your relentless tact
If I must I will cut my own throat before I fall
To your spell I wont dwell I will no longer be appalled

The knocking grows so loud it defeans me yet
She is coming, the soul of lifeless demeaner is spent
I made up my mind I will not let her take me alive
I will do what is best and decease my own life

As I take my humble blade, and cut into skin
I feel my soul escape low and laugh out loud with no grin
I am free no more knock, for I know she is here
To take my soul from my desperate loving care

That is it I did the deed, but where did she go?
I have not seen her come let alone stare into my vacant bodys tear
Why does she not take a look before she dissapears?
But I still hear that knock of effortless jeer

As I fly around my ship trying to locate the ghost
I hear the knock coming up loud as I seem to approach
There it is I can hear it clear she must be inside
As I open the door my spirit turns white without pride

There it stood, a clock that was given to me 
By my daughter to fear off the spirits of evil deed
It lay on its side with the hands moving constantly
Against the table of my choice it was "knocking" at me


Details | I do not know? | |

From Lee...From Heaven

Chosen by the Angels 
To be their brightest star
Looking down from Heaven 
I watch you from afar
Sitting at my window
High up in the sky
Wishing I could ease your pain
And dry the tears you cry
To let you know I'm happy
With the Angels up above
To tell you I am now at peace 
Surrounded by God's love
To let you know that Heaven
Is not a lonely place
And while I'm watching over you
A smile is on my face
But always to remember
When you feel all hope is gone
I'm never far away
For in my son..
I still live on..


xxxx


Details | Free verse | |

New Generation of Freaks

an invalid
an invital
cast a clearing on
could not only part a sea, 
but more likely the trees
big bad mountain splitter
clear a path for me please

hid away in slums of heaven
formed a gang of impressionable heads
fools didn't know that they were dead
but cried to the pain of phantom wings

sunset diver
karmic debt collect
hunting me down for
great crimes than might exist punishments for
though no one ever said
that gods weren't creative

an invalid 
an inculpable
voodoo dolls

voodoo dolls
with voodoo minds
and time after time
are oh so willing
to prick themselves with any old needle and pin
drawing in...


Details | Epic | |

im sick of it

im sick of it
sitting and waiting while people are hating
im invinsable 
i wanna change things 
be a woman that insnt a cleche 
im original 
i wanna be writen 
in books in history 
saying she did some thing 
im dissapointed in humanity
just walking around in complete insanity
so blissfully unaware 
of anothers humanity
how SAD 
you walk into me 
us humans 
are surrounded in stupidity
WAKE UP
STAND UP 
BE AWARE 
just CARE!!

if not Im flying to SATURN !! TAKE CARE !!


Details | Rhyme | |

From a Heather Laden Hill

From a heather laden hill
A Scots king looks down
The march of his armies
In their blood, his enemy drown

His tartan clad warriors
The joining of the clans
MacDonald's, Fraser's and Stuarts
To every single man

With their claymores at the ready
Across the fields they charge
Five thousand Braveheart clansman
Patriotic hearts so large

They will never take our freedom
They will never take our lands
While a Scotsman breathes
We will fight with our bare hands
 
They charge into their enemy
Bloodied fallen, strewn
As blood rains everywhere
Wars red monsoon

Many hours later
The sounds of dying men
Boys among the still
Thought their time was then

On his heather laden hill
Our Scots king looks down
The march of his armies
Have cut our enemy down

We have driven them from our lands
They will never darken our shores
For if they ever return
They will fear the Bravehearts roar




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/scotland.php


Details | Ballade | |

yelling loud

you say you love me 
you say  you care but when it comes down to it
youre not therre
youre just in the corner 
yelling real loud 
saying 
youre not worth *****without me 
u have any doubt

i fill my mind with silence i calm the storms
i close my ears 
but youre there 
screaming more
making my mind split into 2 
youre not the man i wanted 
i wanted someone that could do
what youll never do
look after youre daughter and me 
thought that made us 3 but its not u and me
youve decieced 
after the woumb youve been in
we r devided


Details | Free verse | |

Dear Dad

Dear Dad 				
Why don’t you love me? 
The small brown eyed girl asked her father as he beat her at night,
 then with a smile in the morning he’d scoop her up in his arms to play.
Why don’t you love me? 
The bigger brown eyed girl asked her father as he walked out and
never came back.
Why don’t you love me? 
The young brown eyed girl asked her boyfriend of two years,
As he walked out the same door her father did eight years before.
Never to return.
Why didn’t you love me?
The older brown eyed girl asked her father at his funeral.
As she leaned over the edge of his casket and kissed him gently on the forehead,
Tears running down her cheeks.
Why couldn’t you love me? 
The oldest brown eyed girl asked as she lays Jasmine’s and roses
On her father’s grave.
Only a row down from her old boyfriend’s,
With love that never dies.
And her question is answered in the wind, 
As the answer is whispered in her heart.
How could you love me?
If you couldn’t love yourself?


Details | Narrative | |

Sequel to A Girl was raped in a bus that night

It is time to grieve a cop has died
Son to a mother, darling father to a child
Leaving kin behind and many more
Claimed by the force to have been beaten to pulp by a mob seeking gore
An honest cop fell of which there are a few
But it wasn't the cop that the movement slew
The lie is contested by those present, who saw
The ugly face stands exposed of the upholders of law
They tried to twist facts to make a point
In our country even post mortem reports can be purloined
Claims made by the force are inconsistent so far
The cop wasn't battered but it was the chief’s attempt to tar
Civil society and a spontaneous movement by far

He succumbed to cardiac arrest and possibly the atrocities he witnessed that day
Taken care of by civil society who sought assistance for his medical care
Humanity grieves whenever a life is lost 
Foolish decisions by foolish men and look who’s paid the cost
There will be an inquiry, a routine government demand
But in this age of vendetta politics, the state will likely seek an innocent's remand
So vitiated is the administration’s vision today 	
For a cop’s death a political adversary will have to pay 
But in that ill fated time there was only one villain in the fray
The rest were civil society gathered near Raisina Hill that day  
Policemen on duty who had donned their uniform
Forgot the law and the oath they had sworn
Striking citizens in chilly December with water cannons and batons
They have to learn policing anew from more civilized nations
The collateral damage the chief spoke of like some Bollywood goon
Has exposed him for what he is – our national buffoon
Listen governments past and present
It is time the Augean stables were cleansed
If the freedom guaranteed by our founding fathers is not assured today
If the birthright of security that a woman needs is trivialized and frittered away
Lest ye forget the girl’s condition hasn't improved and remains critical
Time to introspect and delve into a mindset, still medieval 
A handy tool to cover misdemeanours and serving well your political ends
Who turn on their masters and subvert truths for your petty gains 
You in Government remember we are a billion or more 
Our votes count – come 2014 and election day, you’ll be shown the door


Details | Heroic Couplets | |

Showtime

          SHOWTIME
Come life and death of it you blessed rhapsody
you've played for long enough and now it's time to go
there's not a better time than now to let it be
insanities its own and best reward you know

deep in the night while there's no certain thing
but passion for the grief that lingers on and on
as damp and cold as fog as hot as summers sting
come life and death of it before this act is gone

there must be question to the ends uncertainty
that's led us guessing, why was this thing said
and is the act onstage or what the actors see
beyond the blinding light among the walking dead

who come to be amused right through our greatest fear
of no aplause; or laughter where there should be none
and we must speak each word for everyone to hear
exactly as they plan so that the show goes on.

and yes they knew the end before the curtain call
but made production's costs a thing to bear
and every star that's in the sky could surely fall
from how it shines tonnight unless the fire is there

they cannot see the moving of the props around
sometimes in pandemonium, at best in haste
nor setting of the stage--this is our holy ground
the tinting of each face the tightening of waist

there no one dares to tread except for those who see
the detail of it all must blend into the play
as carefully as we make this, our tragedy,
the making up must be complete in every way

we must not let the ending go beyond the end
or all is lost and all we'll hear is mumbelings 
and lack of press where there has never been a friend
so life and death of it come down though pain it brings

let not the curtain to ascend the play is done
and weary are the actors they've performed quite well
as real as life so now the show must not go on
past curtain fall there's nothing more we have to tell.
                   ©  ron wilson


Details | ABC | |

Dreamless Alphabets

DREAMLESS ALPHABETS


Aphelion my long time residence
Banished into a dreamless existence
Cannibals surround the escape routes
Diligently feeding my doubts
Eagerly anticipating my demise
Ferociously preparing for my conclusion
Gathering hippocampus, for seasoning
Hors d’oeuvres, bloody temporal lobes
Impulsive, angry, throwing away all reasoning
Jaded, crawling towards the scavengers
Knees embedded with gravel
Lesions seeping into my rib cage
Maggots, waiting at the next stage
Nightmares finally come true
Ominous my exile has been
Paralyzing everything, except fright
Quickly, carnivores begin to dance in delight
Rehearsing for the end of my rancid reality
Screaming, submitting myself as a sacrifice
Talons swoop down, and transport me
Uric acid pouring down, singeing my curls
Valedictions will just delay my final eviction
Wearily, watching, awaiting my crucifixion
Xenon, pestilent  odors rise from my body
Yelping orange, yellow flames, the last seen
Zooming out of this world, to be forever free


Details | Ballade | |

shelly

hey fairly girl
why you looking so sad 
i wish ,what you had, i had 
the friends. the art. the life 
why are you so sad 

i looked at you like you were on a pedistal
then i found out that you were troubled 
i tried to help 
when u were well and u were bruised and broked 
but i tried through it all
till u lost youre way
there was nothing left to say

except . im sorry 
from the bottom of my heart 
i wish i had saved you
my fairy cousin , my sister , my friend 
i will allways love you till i see you again
i know youre here 
i know you hear 
my special friend 
shell youre missed to no end 


Details | Ballad | |

Lady Arcane

[Daughters of Lamia] Today we walk from our graves You can't wish, pray it away The Inflamed Coven's emerged You Will receive what you deserve Retribution of the flaming shade Your Malice will be paid, In Harm's way [Aharhel] Her Convoluted face burning with fear Of the fall of the gate seering their minds with the deft of the legion The Army of the plague Scourges your land Scourges your Children Scourges your hope [Lady Arcane] I, The White Madonna - The Poison Mistress Hold The Rose to Salvation - Hold The Fruit to Arcane Closer, Come, Child you are mine [Daughter's of Lamia] Lady Arcane wants your fear Lady Arcane wants you near Lady Arcan is here Lurking In your tears clinging to your spilled blood the east has always been near The Left hand reaches to the right side in disguise In Malice's Disguise Therionacy break you down to thy knees To Thy Knees!


Details | Free verse | |

Darkness

night’s realm lays in great forests dark and deep
strong tall trees stand in brooding stolid indifference
barren twisted limbs reach deeply into clear black sky
grasping fruitlessly full moon’s piercing cold white beams 
casting grey sinister shadows upon hard frozen ground
abandoned to gambol in impulsive provocative dance
incited by wickedly fierce courses of rasping winter wind 
playing gloomy melodies arranged on creeper and grass
sirens of maddening woe and bleak foreboding wax ghostly
coaxing him gently toward endless abysmal melancholy
forming narrow furrows of age and grief upon his face
staring soulless brooding eyes’ in empty earthward focus 
study insignificant gleaming steel grey stone monuments 
chiseled upon with names of father mother sister passed
wasting his life imprisoned in unending anguish and sorrow
questions an omnipotent power’s righteous grand design
answered by luminescent cloud cloaked spokes of moonlight 
waning lunar light beams dim to impenetrable gloom
beckoning harsh winter chill nearer heart and soul
callused extinct of warm compassion joy understanding
contradicted by falling swollen flakes of soft snow
piling noticeably in great white frigid heaps 
ending as forgotten footprints belie an eastward trek


Details | I do not know? | |

My Struggles 2

Thursday, March 10th 2011 

It’s 12:09 a.m.  Here I am.  Once again, here I am. 
Alone as always amidst a storm within of which I see no end.

Yet I strive to stay alive - scratching, clawing, biting, gnawing -
To keep my head above the uncharted waters. 
I am as a sheep not yet ready to be slaughtered.

So I tread on.  If I snooze I lose. Yet I thirst and hunger. 
I cannot help but wonder exactly how much longer -

I can continue scratching, clawing, biting, gnawing - 
Before I grow faint and begin to descend below - under
The uncharted waters in a downward spiral

Descending slowly  in to the great abyss.
The land of the lowly - even the dark pits.

Day and night I fight.  No rest for me
With no end in sight to this plight my eyes can see

Yet I tread on till no longer I can breathe 
Scratching, clawing, biting, gnawing.

Less I perish at sea in this seemingly eternal monotony.
What will become of me?
T.B.C.


Details | Ballad | |

The joy of the pheasant shoot

The joy of the pheasant shoot.

Getting set for the big event
The good folk do their stuff
They beat the earth with sticks, do they?
With their little dogs so tough 
They flush those pheasants from the scrub
So all can have some fun
Killing them with smiling faces
As they fire beloved guns.

Then as the pheasants in a panic
They bolt into the sky
Our hero’s with their guns in hand
Make sure that hundreds die
As the air is filled with the cracking sounds
As birds fall all around
Just so these fools can get there jollies
These corpses cover ground.

I wonder sometimes if these hero’s
Have any souls at all
That they could get such satisfaction
Doing these acts so cruel
Sometimes it leaves me speechless
At the way folk get their pleasure
Killing beauty just for fun
Is an ugly kind of leisure.

10 September 2013 @ 1340hrs




Details | Quatrain | |

Buried Beneath Tulips

Sherry was a junkyard pup.
She loved to run and play.
A gift to me, lifted up.
A blessing came that day.

Down the play yard slide she slid.
She loved to roll in dirt.
Obedient. Never hid.
Played rough, but never hurt.

“Go find a stick.” my command.
We had fun at the park.
First I’d chase her, then she, me.
Her eyes had that spark.

My first dog at age nineteen.
Oh furry little ball.
Learned to count from one to ten.
She, a sad girl's cure-all -

My purebred German shepherd
Had purebred little pups.
Afterward we had her spayed.
She died, life's bitter cups.

© July 9, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member contest: Pick a Pet
Sponsored by: Francine Roberts


Details | Verse | |

Tear a Heart, Shred a Soul

She sat alone
Against jagged stones
Carving her misery into them
Watching the blood, red and worn
Retell her sorry tale

The ocean waves crashed at her feet
As if trying to warn her
As if trying to tell her something
"He isn't there anymore"

But she won't heed the angry voices
Nor will she try to move
Because the ocean reminds her too much of him
His blue eyes, and cold heart
And a midnight summer charm

She waits until it fades to black
and the ocean looks like a black abyss
Then she hopes it will swallow her
leading her to him

Maybe the ocean will take pity
And lead her straight to hell
And into her long lost love open arms
Where he's waiting for her

But the ocean refuses to open
And refuses to let her drown
They try to tell her that he isn't there anymore
She has no reason to cry

Tear a Heart, Shred a Soul
No difference will it make
Unless you head the silent whispers
That he is waiting on the sand
Beneath the moon
Watching and Waiting for her return

His tale too is a sad one
For she will never come back
Her ripped up mind
Her beaten body
Lay in the ocean, buried deep
Waiting for him

(i have the same poem up on a different site...username XxUnforgivenxX)


Details | Free verse | |

Missing You

Missing You
     by Amy Swanson


Sunny day...
     reminds me of the warmth
           in your smile

Today I saw
    a mom and daughter
          walking arm in arm

                        talking
                           laughing
                               shopping...

how I wished it could be us.

It seems so many little things...
         and some days, it is everything...
                              or even, just anything.....

reminds me of you.

I remember 
   your laugh...
        the sparkle of your dark brown eyes
             a merry mischief twinkled
                  from their depths

I remember
    how we talked
           of everything
                and nothing
                    at the same time;

no one else has ever understood me like you did.


All my bad...
    my faults and habits...
          rebellious teenage years...
                 you loved me still

like any good mother does.

       *and you were*

     Such a good mother.


Oh, how I wish that I could tell you
              one more time
   how much you've meant to me
                how much
                I love you.

My little girl was sick the other night...
         and as I bathed her with wet towels
              bringing down her fever,
                   checking on her through the night
                        medicines around the clock
                               constant hugs and gentle words -

I thought of you.

All the times
             you did the same for me...

All the times
             I never got to say

"thank you," Mom
       *so much*
              for helping me be   
                     who I am today.

And so I write
       thinking of you
           picturing so clearly in my mind

                                                              beautiful thoughts             
                                                              precious memories
                                                                          of
                                                                         you-

                                                        and hope somehow you know

                                         how very much

                                               you'll always mean to me;


                                          how very much

                                                                  I'm

                                                                            missing you.


Details | I do not know? | |

TIME

Time
is all I've got
and even though others wish
for more
I can not stand 
another minute

Time
Seem like I´m going backwards
and even though I wish
for a return
I am not likely
to find my way there

Time
trapped in a paralyzed body
and even though my family wish
for me to live
I can not find one
single reason to do so

Time 
captured in total emptiness
and even though you wish
to understand
I am not likely
to explain anyway

Time
hurts when one is waiting to die
and even though life may wish
to go on 
I can not see any
dignity in it


Details | Ballad | |

Without You

If I was granted just one wish
A wish that might come true
I’d wish with all my heart and soul
For yesterday and you
If only I could turn back time
I’d go back to the start
If only you could hold me 
While I slowly fall apart
Questions left unanswered
So many words unsaid
Letters that I wrote will now 
Forever go unread
Why you went I’ll never know...or 
Why you had to die...or
Why you had to leave me
Why you never said goodbye
Looking to my future
All I see is pain and sorrow
Without you I’m shattered
Without you there’s no tomorrow
Without you I’m so alone
I don’t know where I’m bound
Without you I’m lost…
Without you I can’t be found
However dark the nights
I’m told the sun will rise again…but
How can I see sunshine
When my world’s so full of pain
Please don’t leave me here alone
Please kiss away my fears
Lee, I need you with me
Please come home and dry my tears
Hold me hun, just one more time
The way I used to know
I need to feel you here
I’m just not ready to let go
I miss your face..your smile..your touch
I miss your many charms
Days are long ..my nights are cold
Not being in your arms
But ...what I miss the most is when
I look at you and see
The love I know you're feeling
When you’re looking back at me
I know I must be strong now
For this mountain I must climb
But how do I survive without
The love of my life time
You wasn’t just my husband
But my friend and lover too
And no one in this world 
Will ever take the place of you..


For Lee...the love of my life..
I will miss you forever

Your wife...Bree x












Details | Free verse | |

At Cliff's Edge

It is a sin to steel a sin.
Overlooking blackberry clouds
while the voices of a nameless
storm echo bright in the whirlwind,
the Temptress needles her
way into your stomach.
She dares you to resist.
She begs you to struggle.

At cliff's edge, you tumble, trading
one sin for another, and fall.


Details | Lyric | |

For the Dying Orphan

I let you die for my name As you reached for my hands Out of waters of drowning What a hypocrite this writer is The Hatred of Solitude Letting an orphan dream Then destroy him with knowledge Of what you have done He opened up to you In new ways But in nostalgic guises The springwinds whisper blithe yore But the winterwinds, much stronger Caress you with the dreams of your funeral sky “It was you… it was your fault… Letting the one who was so open to you Be the laugh… the piece in the game…”


Details | Epitaph | |

We Grieve

You left behind a sadness
That will never go away
So many hearts are broken
Their pain is here to stay
The sun will go on shining
The sky will still be blue
The world will go on living
But still we grieve for you
You touched so many hearts
You were so many peoples friend
Now all we have are memories
Since your life came to its end
In you was something special
Your personality shone through
You’ll never be forgotten
As still we grieve for you
Time stands still for no one
But how do we move on
How do we survive in life
Still loving what is gone
Although through life some friendships fade
And others start anew
Yours will be remembered
Because we’ll always grieve for you...


For Darren, my friend...


By Raina Hutchins



Details | List | |

Bedlam Unto Death

Woe unto you, Oh! mortal man
For from amongst your brethren soon shall you depart
Depart and be made whole with the death clan
For death only awaits, when with your brethren you part

Woe unto you, Oh! mortal man
For from before you crept past and fast, life
You,like in an abbatoir, a vegan
Dilly-dallied vainly and in strife

Woe unto you, Oh! mortal man
For you countable days were tempestuous
Uneasy like a swinging fan
And the tales of your life,vicious
For from your bossom erupted volcanoes 
Sprouting forth evermore
Great upthrow and more like  bellows
And you knew peace nevermore


Details | Free verse | |

Betwixt Bars

Can you feel?

Can you feel the tremor?
That rocks your world
That shakes the cage
Like a beast trapped outside
A beast raging against the bars
It lifts, it throws, it rages
Can you feel it?

And in the aftermath,
You can hear the cooing, cajoling
Of puppeteers laying strings before your bars
And they croon and cluck like fretting hens
Petting your bars and calling for you
to reach out and take these strings
Tie them where they cannot reach
Deep within, where no one else goes
And let these good people in,
They preen and you shake your head
Seeing the gleam in their eyes
Oh so like the ape’s
Cooing, cajoling... cawing
And oh, how you can feel it...

But I’m here so hold on
I’ll sit by your bars,
I’ll sit by the door
right beneath that lock that turns from within
And I won’t rage, or set the siren’s call upon you
I’ll sit by your bars, and keep you company
My friend;

But Cold bars let through a breeze friend...
Your sharp breath is not secreted away
And with every breath you take
Your lungs are profaned
And you cannot hide
Behind bars

You cannot hide

From My voice, or my presence, or my eyes
My eyes that see too clear
And you cannot hide from what I see
What you can feel
Pressing in, from us all
So just let us in
My friend,
Let us in, for we will not be kept out
Life does not surrender, life does not hold back
Life seeps through
Every crack,
And be sure, there are cracks everywhere
Where there are breaths to be shared, there are bars to let them through,
And you feel it don’t you?
That which you see deep in my eyes
You feel it
That feeling so clearly reflected
When I look into your soul
That fear alive in my eyes
That rages within you,

But don’t fear a battle you have lost
Do not fear the day you must face the world
The world, friend, has never
Turned its face from you
And the rest of us:
Well we are not so brave
We are not iron bars moulded to flesh
That fear you see is real
And it is ours all
But we cannot hide
From what burns within
And I will not die
Hiding from life
And I will not cower when I tremble inside
I will not rest in a cage when I am tired
And I, friend, I am so tired
Of living between bars.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Numb

Please accept my apology,
 my life, 
has been more like,
 mythology...
 
Accept that, I do not understand;
 Accept, that I can no longer,
 play this hand...
 
Punish me, 
though, 
do not condemn me..
 
Allow me the light,
 Another chance;
 Different sight...
 
This myth that is I;
 This vision,
 I cannot hide..
 
Accept me as I come,
 Recycle me,;
 Take away,
 The Numb...


Details | Free verse | |

Beyond The Sun

Of 2000 years ago Beyond The Sun
There once was a Prophetic Son
With a Mother of Wisdom
The Matriach of Sublime
She shows the way in time
 
There's a locked cage in my heart
And it's tearing me apart
Sophia you hold The Key
Why don't you open if for me
 
Beyond The Sun
A Dove, a Flame (Beyond The Sun)
Regina Sapientia is Here (Beyond The Sun)
 
Beyond The Sun
A Dove, a Flame (Beyond The Sun)
Regina Sapientia is Here (Beyond The Sun)
 
There's a locked cage in my heart
And it's tearing me apart
Sophia you hold The Key
Why don't you open if for me
 
Beyond The Sun
A Dove, a Flame (Beyond The Sun)
Regina Sapientia is Here (Beyond The Sun)
 
Beyond The Sun
A Dove, a Flame (Beyond The Sun)
Regina Sapientia is Here (Beyond The Sun)


Details | Free verse | |

The Land of Sophia

Escape the tort of our avarice world Defy the ones who shift the blame Deter the decadence forgetting shame Freedom is on the top of the bare eyes Beyond the consciousness of The Human Kind Search harder and then you'll find The Land of Sophia Dwelling past are needs Swirling around our bare minds Our wants polluting out sight the Land of Sophia is lost at night Are the Lies held worth it in time Only embracing The Veil of Logic The Truth is cast into shade where all vices are soon to be made For all of our dreams and dramaticies The Destruction Star poisons seas Far from This Galaxy among the stars I can see myself, And The One I've became Escape the tort of our avarice world Defy the ones who shift the blame Deter the decadence forgetting shame Freedom is on the top of the bare eyes Beyond the consciousness of The Human Kind Search harder and then you'll find The Land of Sophia Dwelling past are needs Swirling around our bare minds Our wants polluting out sight the Land of Sophia is lost at night Caught in our lust, of forgetting trust I wonder can we break free of bound forever in the clutches of Lilith's Love Eden's Heart Who's desperate For Love Who's desperate For Light yet wallows in Blight and chooses to wait--forevermore The wait in Summer--An Eternity Lilith's Love Eden's Heart Escape the tort of our avarice world Defy the ones who shift the blame Deter the decadence forgetting shame Freedom is on the top of the bare eyes Beyond the consciousness of The Human Kind Search harder and then you'll find The Land of Sophia Dwelling past are needs Swirling around our bare minds Our wants polluting out sight the Land of Sophia is lost at night We don't chose what's right I can't believe we are able to see this far Crawling in Shadows Never will breath find it's light Escape the tort of our avarice world Defy the ones who shift the blame Deter the decadence forgetting shame Freedom is on the top of the bare eyes Beyond the consciousness of The Human Kind Search harder and then you'll find The Land of Sophia Dwelling past are needs Swirling around our bare minds Our wants polluting out sight the Land of Sophia is lost at night
**Mark Jansen, Guitarist, Male Vocals, and main songwriter of Epica**


Details | Narrative | |

Up Late

-Inspired by my temporary English instructor, Mr. Phinizy <3
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Evening had diminished to night; how very quickly did She fly It is funny how quickly time passes, as if our brains tweak the clocks of life The night was of moderate warmth, and my house suffered terribly still And with the stifling heat inside, many hot questions filtered through my mind I asked myself, Where did the summer go? Why must our suns die? Why is it sweltering in September? Why has sudden anger blown her aside? I really need some sleep, thought I, looking at my face through the murky glass Tracing dark circles under my eyes, I was reminded of sagging Death longing to ensnare me Yes, Death followed me that night, dwelling upon me, boiling away the autumn breeze As I looked into my sleep-deprived eyes, I knew Death waited for my ultimate slumber, When all commemoration of time, that flew so rapidly before, suddenly just…stops. With many a sigh, I turned on the faucet, soaking my hands in the cool, flowing water I needed some relief from the heat…I needed a refreshing new idea, I needed cleansing Anything to clear my mind of the negativity daring to break me every day of my life For such depressing thoughts spewed forth like a wild river, the rapids racking my brain But these waters were not living; they were dead and hot like blue blazes of hell I turned off the faucet, for there was no Balm on this earth to sooth this soul There was no clock on this earth tweaked enough to return me to earth The warm breezes, the sickly pale cast of many thoughts had driven Her away And though the everlasting sleep of Death sounded soothing, the Balm does not assuage me… It only burns forever, in obstinate constancy; angered to the core, That night stuck in this fractured rhyme of time, I was up late…too late


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SOUL MATE

              SOUL MATE
I came in the name of He who gave you breath.
As certain as the emptiness of time,
as hopeful as your life, and meaningless as death,
I came to stay.

No holy water, no exorcist's demand,
can quench your thirst; your need for all I am.
I fill your head with things not meant to understand,
I came to stay.

I breath your name, tormented you may seem,
and sleepless is your night, I fill your time.
I am the joy of life beyond your dying scream,
I came to stay.

I came in the name of He who gives you death.
I am the calm and blinding of the light.
Forever part of you, I am your very breath.
I came to stay.
...........© Ron Wilson


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Times Were Tough

I come from down in the valley, there, my father's house shines hard and bright in the darkness on the edge of town, like my memories calling so cold and alone troubled times had come to my hometown times were tough, love was not enough to feed us and keep us warm the greedy thieves that came around brought death to my hometown my father once told me, with every wish there comes a curse now, I understand what he meant you choose the chance you take still, at the end of every hard day, people find some reason to believe My hometown lays waiting for rebirth maybe everything that dies someday comes back By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, March 5, 2012 for Sing a Song a Poem contest (Tracie~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver) Eighth Place *Bruce Springsteen lyrics I come from down in the valley - The River My father's house shines hard and bright - My Father's House In the darkness on the edge of town - In the Darkness on the Edge of Town Calling and calling so cold and alone - My Father's House Troubled times had come to my hometown - My Hometown Times were tough, love was not enough - When You're Alone The greedy thieves that came around brought death to my hometown - Death to My Hometown With every wish there comes a curse - With Every Wish You choose the chance you take - The Price You Pay Still at the end of every hard day, people find some reason to believe - Reason To Believe Maybe everything that dies someday comes back - Atlantic City


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Her Final Words

"No." She whispered before drowning into her sorrows.
Her life had been a simple happy one. 
There were no pains and no troubles.
Life was life and people were people.
Life was simple.
and life was all about tomorrows.
Life didn't know about sorrows.
Her sorrows.
Those same sorrows that she drowned in never existed. 
They were never there, but where?
First to be sad in the naive town of joy.
Sorrow became contagious and what was known as happiness no longer was there.
It was non-exististent. 
A meager thought 
and a blessed memory.
She tried and tried.
She failed and failed.
Life was no longer hers.
For Pain was her only possession.
Her curse.
She lived and she died.
Yet, her legacy was passed on.
Never was it gone.
"No." She whispered before drowning in her sorrows, 
"Save them."


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It's Time

It's time.

The two times before
Were tests
To see if she could
Identify the moment
When she should leave.

It's time.

The words
Buzzed in her head
Over and over
As she tucked the last items
In the bag she had prepard.
A bag similar to the one
An expectant mother would have ready,
But she would never
Need that particular bag,
He made sure of that.

It's time.

It was 10am,
He had been gone
The better part of three hours.
The longest three hours of her life.
She waited patiently,
Just in case he came home
For some forgotten tool or document.

It's time.

She slipped out the back door
And scaled two neighbours' fences
Before entering the street.
With her hat pulled down low
She made her way to the bus station.
It was time to leave town.

It's time.

She bought a ticket to California,
Los Angeles to be specific.
She would become a lost angel
In the city of angels.

It's time.

As she waited for the bus,
She heard a car shrieking
To a stop outside.
She shrank into her seat,
But it was for nought,
As cruel hands
Pulled her from her seat.

It's time.

First came a slap,
Then another,
And by the time the ticket agent
Came out to pull him away from her
He was punching her.

It's time.

He shrugged off the agent
And ran to her,
But by that time 
She had pulled out
Her grandpappy's Smith & Wesson,
And with shaking hands
She lodged a bullet
In his heart.

It's time.

The gun was a present 
From her momma,
And from the day she got it
She practiced on old toys
Behind the abandoned toy factory.
She practice until it was time.
Today, the time came
And it tuly was time.

It's time
For her abusive husband to die.


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I pray to die

(This is a fictional poem)

I pray to God and beg him to let me die.
Life gets harder as each day goes by.
I fed a man some crab and he started getting ill.
He desperately needed to take some pills.
But he didn't have his pills on him and he died before the ambulance arrived.
It's my fault that he's no longer alive.
I didn't know that he was allergic to shellfish.
I keep begging for death but will God grant my wish?
I wish I would've told him it was crab before he ate it.
I'm responsible for his death and I hate it.
He was so young, he had just turned twenty-one.
I can't live with myself after what I've done.
People remind me that it was an accident and they say I shouldn't punish myself 
in this way.
But I will still beg to die when I pray.
Just two years earlier his wife gave birth to twins.
Because of me, they'll never see him again.
There hasn't been a day gone by that I haven't cried.
If God won't end my life, should I consider suicide?


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In the army now

Scents imminent
Sense immense
Of razor slashes self induced
Tying
Trying to turn the tides
Slip knots in ropes become the noose
The nuisance
The new sense of truth
While crying
Drying eyes profuse
As blood and sweat hide underlying
Dying
Flying on wings to roots
Of camps and boots in pastures muddy
Stained
Trained to follow trails
Of paper money
And to pray for each offence
That leaves the plains
Bloody
With revenge
On fallen buddies
As the sentiments
And the means of friends
Slain
Ties the senseless ends
With pain


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BLOOD OF GERONIMO

    BLOOD OF GERONIMO
Great Spirit here come I in humble prayer
child of your Bedonkohe blood and line.
I raise my hands to recognize you there
and plea you recognize this heart of mine.

I know you welcome all into your light
And let my way, as through this death I go, 
Be swift and sure, if bad or good or right
As certain as blood of Geronimo.

Look! Is my line not tied to what's his past?
And does this not bring us our only choice
To bide amongst the tribe from out our past?
To gather in your light, and raise one voice

Of this, our song, our voices unified
And handed down through time, where we have cried.
...............© Ron Wilson
Another very special Sonnet that just wrote itself through me...where do they come from? And how?


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A Messanger From Hell

I am sitting in my light brown leather reclining chair
after a strenuous day at my office glad to be home
no more stress no wife just my dog Bandit at my side
I'm holding in my right hand  my favorite relaxing drink
a single malt scotch on cracked ice with a twist of lemon

as I was about  to close my eyes just a little past seven
counting the blessings in my life from heaven
then out of the unexpected blue everything changed
never I mean never to be the same again
or maybe I was just going insane

out of the corner of my right eye
what I saw oh God what I saw was something that really 
scared the hell out of me 
as the hairs on the back of my neck stood straight up
and my flesh turned cold

a man dressed all in black and red
with a haunting evil look in his coal black eyes 
I believed he was from the dead
stepped right through a solid wall made of brick an stone
and stood there looking around the room

then looked right through me as though I wasn't there
my dog bandit backed up in fright and hid behind the chair
making noises like I never heard him make before
as my goose bumbled flesh turned cold as ice
I sat paralyzed could not move from my light brown leather reclining chair

then he smiled a shark like pointed toothy grin 
as he placed his gaze my way
and pointed a long gray boney finger right at me
the only sound that I could hear was the beating of my own heart
as though it was going to tare my chest apart

then he spoke in a low evil raspy voice and said
I'll be awaiting you on the other side

then he turned to leave the room
the way he entered by stepping right through a solid wall
made of brick an stone
now I sit here all alone wondering and shaking 
what the hell just happend to me

is there something in my life that I must change 
my life do I have to rearrange 
I do not want to meet that messenger from hell on the other side

this is not a tale I tell
for you may think I'm crazy as hell
but I believe in what I saw
I was visited by a messenger from hell

if there is a lesson to be learned from my story
look into your life and change what will make it right
to travel into the light 
to heaven not hell
when your time ends upon this earth


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Death in Syria

              
                    Slaughter in Syria by the pound
                  The rebels take their place under ground
                  Shell shocked children in a school of fire
                 Assad revels in his twisted desire.
                  The armies of the Bear unleash their goods
              Assad  taking his anger to the neighborhoods.
                 A world in sorrow a place of death
                   the people of Syria take their last breath.
                 The world is a stage in a tyrannical flood
                  the smell of death the rivers of blood.
                The flight from horror is a fanciful dream
                 for the people of Syria nights filled with screams.
                 The leaders of tomorrow should now take heed
                 for the rebel in the streets are a different breed.
                 They die for their country they die for what's right
                  they cry out for their freedom to the Heavenly light.
                 What will be the outcome in a future so bleak ?
                   for peace and love is all they seek .

                                                By Larry Hays  
                                                                                                 copyright  ©
                 
                 
                 
               
                  
                  
                
                


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The General's Speech

A young man watched open-mouthed, As he listened to the general's speech. Who spoke of pinnacles of bravery, That only a fearless man could reach. The young man was given a uniform, And a rifle placed into his hand. He proudly stood on the ship's deck, As it sailed to a foreign land. Lying in a trench covered in mud, He waited anxiously for the call. Thinking about going over the top, Where he would see the enemy fall. At last the captain gave the order, ‘Righto chaps do your best.’ The young man ran but 20 yards, Heedless of shells hitting his chest. His memories spilled onto the ground, Where his comrades were not far behind. They trampled his short life underfoot, Lost in the earth never to be found. The young man was laid beneath the grass, Where he used to run and play. On his old school's roll of honour board, Was added another young man’s name. A young man watched open-mouthed, As he listened to the general's speech.


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The Ibis episode

The Ibis Episode

Today I walked into my garden
To give our dog attention
{Now he’s a dog so big and strong
I guess this I should mention}
And then my eyes, rested upon
This bird, a sacred Ibis
Which made me worry quite a bit
Cause my pond was filled with fish.

This big birds strutted round the place
He could not seem to fly
But I knew that if my Boy caught him
The poor bird well might die
So I was in a quandary
As to what I well might do
So I put the dog into the house
So I could think thing s through

I walked up to the mulberry tree
{He was perched upon a limb}
And I really got quite close to him
And softly spoke to him
He didn’t seem to mind at all
But then, he flew away
It seems he wasn’t hurt at all
Which really made my day.











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Do Not Delay

Remember that day
Your memory set to replay
Remember that day
When your life was astray

Tattered curtains in the wind
A path you soon rescind
Echoes of silence in the halls
Shadows dance upon the walls
Her door off its frame
Search, call her name
Terror brings you to your knees
Your gut twisting with unease

Remember that day
Your memory set to replay
Remember that day
When your life was astray

Screams burn outside
The attack worldwide
Determined to find her
Afraid of what may occur
Heart breaks at the thought
When nearby a gun is shot
Running wild in the night
Praying it’ll be alright

Remember that day
Your memory set to replay
Remember that day
When your life was astray

Words still engraved
Your soul enslaved
Memories on your mind
Apocalypse of mankind
Her love you dearly miss
The unforgettable last kiss
Feeling her last breath
As she welcomed death

Remember that day
Your memory set to replay
Remember that day
When your life was astray
Remember that day 
When she faded away
When you were unable to say
What your heart wish to convey


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The Memory For Which You Cannot Forget


And from the battlefield so does he emerge.
Beaten blood stains his memories.
Such beathy in destruction apon the devils backbone
such powers converge.

Bodies gather tossed into a heap.
he's silent even in his thoughts.
For the madness to one's self is better to keep.

Dying moments at a time.
the field may change death is the same.
Where humans are numbers with a toll
up the ladder he does climb.

The honest view over shadows the 
ignorant few.
Tortured are the memories trapped inside.
Cold steel to which tonight he does confide.

Blood stainded bages how they do gleam.
After years of the twisted vision.
No side has to be right it does seem.

The blood is embedded in his very soul.
No matter the side.
The the memorie alone takes it's toll.    
 
Often we recall alone we regret.
nightmares creep into are waking hours.
So is the victem of the memory forwhich you cannot forget.


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Giant Coffin

Trapped in the stairway
Heavy smoke filling my lungs
Screams piercing my ears
       The tower is collapsing!
       No time to say good-bye, no...


9/13/11

Received 6th place in "Remembering 9/11" contest


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Love Never Ends

As nighttime penetrates the boundaries of light fallen upon the eyes
Darkness overcomes, no, overshadows thoughts of the day
But we remember, yes, deep within the confines, we remember

The morning brought your smile, fluttering upon
The gentle stretching of the sun’s awake
You are highlighted by the sun, you are the sun
I see through the covering of humanity
To your essence of divinity
And I smile at the beauty that is you

Darkness, look not down and think you’ve overcome entirely
For I still see, I still feel, I still am within the embrace of my love
And she is daylight, that which never ends, perpetual life and light


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telex-visual vogue

tourist toned telephones 
in telex-visual vogue,
forged ahead with chorus lines 
upon the glass housed road, 
eagles eyed the farrowed glen 
that reason disinclined,
signed unto, yet not beyond, 
the elbow let aside, 
parachutes and paratroops 
stood silent up the mouth, 
guys and dolls to half head halls, 
struck match led tens in truth, 
smoke screened years had passed in tears, 
or days that spoke in tongues, 
courteous to those involved, 
yet subservient to none…  


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Deirdre

 
Don’t you know Deirdre’s gone? Don’t you know Deirdre’s gone? I can sence her embrace that feels like Tragedy A heart to have, slipped beneath the waves The dark pulse now beckons us closer How many days will this passion bleed away? We will be the ones left to blame Beware we’ve become their prey They say you’re addicted to your pain A lifeless cold barren soul left to die in the rain A whisper too close to the edge A call from the dark Brings out a saving spark An Exodus from her Pain Her Life Spent breathing in Shame A Shadow Call breaks the Silence Am I the one to blame? Don't you know Deirdre's gone? Don't you know Deirdre never said wrong? Don't you know Deirdre's gone? “My Decadence was just for you Though you’d never care what I’ve been through Enter the world were empathy is clandestine A world created by you, just for me What’s Lying in my heart is why You want to through the stone” I call your name towards nightfall’s reign But they take you so far away A dark angel so divine Cursed by Eden’s heart I will avenge every tear An Exodus from her Pain Her Life Spent breathing in Shame A Shadow Call breaks the Silence Am I the one to blame? Don't you know Deirdre's gone? Don't you know Deirdre never said wrong? Don't you know Deirdre's gone? Don’t you know Deirdre’s gone? Don’t you know Deirdre’s gone?


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UNFORTUNATE LOVE

UNFORTUNATE LOVE
Once more it's morning and I greet the dawn,
waking to feelings I've known,
breathing the fragrance that's lingering on
throughout a lifetime alone;

splinters of sunshine are drifting through blinds,
revealing dust I breathe in,
dancing through flashes, and somehow reminds
of things that never have been;

I hear a song and it's what I've dreamed of,
outside my window they mourn,
I'd face the morning, but I need a shove,
for this poor heart badly torn;

unfortunate dove, why is it you sing,
outside my window each day?
It's a reminder of what life won't bring,
mourning dove, don't fly away;

once more it's morning and I hear the dove
all of my life is a sin,
it's just the way of unfortunate love,
but I still dream now and then.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa


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The Indian Ocean Tsunami

My heart cries for thousands and thousands of people
those who perished in the earthquake-spawned waves;
known as tsunami, the worst natural disaster
that caused tons and tons of deaths across Asian countries.

It’s a great tragedy, a giant blow to humanity,
with its repercussions to all spheres of life –
a wake-up call, an immediate response
that needs to be attended to and done forthwith.

Global mourning takes its course in every nation,
particularly in these countries of Asia where –
Indonesia, Thailand, Sri Lanka are faced with difficulties;
in coping with destructions, tragedies, and other commotions
indeed, an urgent call that needs an international attention.

In four decades this catastrophe has ceased its wrath,
but after that starts another episode, so terrifying
that people who are caught up in that mere situation
can solemnly declare and profess their fears.

Oh, Mother Nature! at times we don’t know
your reactions that cause pandemonium,
tragedy, destruction, sorrow, and pain to all
like this one, a very strong and powerful disaster.

However, across the world, people show their compassion
with their unwavering generosity that floods in all levels
it’s an illustration that we’re humans with caring behaviors
to all those who’re afflicted and severely hit by this phenomenon.

I can’t imagine how the world mobilizes and responds
showing their love and concern to these people in pain
loss of lives, heart brokenness, and other misfortunes;
these generate an answer to be mindful of them in many ways.

I see the unprecedented generosity that rolls in every land,
institutions and other organizations make a collaboration
in what is conceived and put into action: fund raising,
charity, and pledges of thousands of donors.

Horrific media images shown in television channels,
are remarkable pointers for reflection and yet an invitation;
for someone who needs conversion and a return to church call,
that life can be as quick as those giant waves that killed many people.

It’s a theological reflection which embraces human sufferings,
Like a pathway to profound invocation, faith and trust in Him;
Oh God, our source of strength and goal to fulfill this portion
Where we unite ourselves to all those who’re in afflictions.


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Never Remember

(Author's note: It has come to my attention that the U.K. has decided to eliminate Holocaust 
education from its curricula, on the grounds it may "offend" some groups)

And so, for fear it may offend,
The truth is to be turned without the door
And beggared for its embarrassments,
By force forgotten, evermore.

The ghostly pasts to which we choose to blind ourselves
Will not, for that, pass on and disappear.
Each unremembered victim bides and waits
For fresh companions year to year.

     A death denied is no less true.
     The twice-wronged dead are owed their due.

So are we now, for comfort's sake
Never to remember the strange hot snow
That once was people, blown wide below
Poland's leaden skies,
The murder born of casual lies -
And steal from the dead all final dignity
Because we lack the will or strength to see
The open catalogue of Man's mad mistakes?

     The road away from truth is dark and long,
     And wrong forgot breeds greater wrong.

One hundred times one hundred centuries
Should bear the memory of our darkest deeds.
Denial sweeps the slate as we forget
And plants tomorrow's evil seeds.

     I read the lies upon the page
     And inwardly I rage, and rage.

Never remember - and yet again the cycle starts:
Sand Creek, Sarajevo, Nanking, Rwanda all repeat
With all their gathering ghosts replete
With all the sly excuses as to cause;
Humanity subsumed within the legal clause.
Never remember - and arm the State that separates
The "Us" from "Them", that sanctions hate.
We close our minds, we seal our hearts.

     I sit and rage and move my pen, but shall I yet pretend
     My wearied words will take effect? After all, they may offend.


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The sealed mountain

The grass like words in a poem, grew up on the hill,
With the pulsing season birds` bitter and honey thrill;
So green and yellow written in the sad memory:
Words on painted crosses of wood and ivory;
Blessed words on lips and clouds passing far away;
Grass grew around the shinning words of yesterday;
Grass and fluorescent flowers of our good night ,
And long echo of Narcissus calling the first light
From whose tender drops the world caught life,
And temptation of good got dim shadowy strife.
Words like moon reflected on the time`s waters
Brought the stratified Yorick`s smiles of our brothers;
It seems a wet moon with  broken troubled waters.
We sag and summon back the past Job`s heirs`hearth
To find the sealed mountain whose true faith is enough . 
 


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End It

End It
By: IzaDonna

My demons crouch real low
Seeping out of me real slow
The pain protectively covered
Darkening memories like no other
But I hide behind a smile
This life not seeming worth while
The blade I have is ready to go
Life already being at an all time low
So bring on the darkness
i no longer have a purpose

Chorus
I push you away to protect you
My sickness n pain being nothing new
So save yourself from my sorrow
Cause I won't live to see tomorrow
You deserve someone better
So let me be and go find her

Loneliness is my own choice
Feeling so lost with no voice
So I let each day slip by
Everyday just wanting to die
What have I become
Where did all this pain come from
Being left alone is my desire
The spark going out in my fire
My days I feel are at an end
Too far gone to possibly mend

Chorus

So bring on the darkness
I've lost my purpose


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In honour of a Little Boy who became an Angel just before Christmas

The lights are down this Christmas

The stars refuse to shine

The angels seem to have flown away

As the bells they sadly chime

 

You give and you take

But our hearts, it just breaks

Waiting for that chirpy little voice

For those tiny feet to make the pitter-patter noise

 

The tears don’t stop flowing this Christmas

As the toys are put away

No Santa can change this Christmas

Who can rewind that Goodbye Day?

 

Will You hold our hands this Christmas

We can’t bear to face the week

With the light snuffed out this Christmas

What good can the New year be?

 

Are we at the Burning Bush?

Makes us fear to draw near…

Yet our only hope, to see our little angel again

Is to hold to You and the Hope You give, through the pain…

 

Draw near O Lord, this Christmas

To our tired, worn and battered hearts

Pray a glimpse of Heaven You give

Where our Little Angel now plays

As he daily sees Your face

Be to us here below

Emmanuel… God with us…


Details | I do not know? | |

A Beautiful Mind

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Hate the day time, and the boredom,
And the hours left to kill,
And the pain you feel inside,
Scoops a hole for him to fill,

Whisper secrets over sunsets,
Promise you will never tell,
Pretty lies, dainty deceptions,
You never felt so well,

A beautiful mind,
But he’s sick in the head,
You imagine his touch,
He imagines you dead,
In his eyes there’s something wrong,
Sense the danger, crave the thrill,
Cut the cord, you’re too far gone,
Just slowly losing will,

Dazzles you with words,
Leaves you lost in a daze,
Cos you always were a sucker,
For a witty turn of phrase,

Gives you poppies in the evening,
Loves them best because they bring,
The things you both are craving,
Sleep for you and blood for him,

Sink into it easy,
The opiate of his hold,
Like a knife through butter or skin,
You know he prefers them cold,

A beautiful mind,
But he’s sick in the head,
You imagine his touch,
He imagines you dead,
In his eyes there’s something wrong,
Sense the danger, crave the thrill,
Cut the cord, you’re too far gone,
Just slowly losing will,

Knows your weakness, knows your movements,
A master of the maze,
Watch you dreaming in the darkness,
He’s been lying there for days,

You can taste it on his lips,
See it hidden in his smile,
Know the truth, yet still embrace it,
That boy will bleed you dry,

Sunrise brings him closer,
Runs his fingers through your hair,
Breathes so softly “it’s your time now”,
And you haven’t got a prayer.


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North Star

Let your fate take root
On hard rock, tangle and bury
Before the coming storm.

and before the coming of the storm
amidst a garden of your crafting
Beliefs and memories planted
and like seeds watered
Take root amidst your cherished greens
Take hand in hand your
memoir 
and brace with rooted tangled feat
-mangled,
The coming storm
Come to wash away
come to whisk away;

This is a magical storm
something fantastical
	like myth was born
from your hands, as you shake them left to right
and wrestle from them
 seeds
trample on your well-trodden soil
and in waves bead your sweaty water
shelter little sprouting
take shelter in his shadow,

Did you nurture your garden?
like I have nurtured mine
	mine, lush with little ideas
lush with my graceful evasion
of duties unwatered
moments hoarded
lush with little trees, that in my shadow
do not grow,
and their little fruits, so sour born
Yours, that garden, a gnarled tree
posies tangled on mangled fields
bounties of fruit, in your mangroves
	children of our labor
all alike stand before the storm,
	
	Dark clouds gather, broil forth like no afterthought
an army summoned to war, the tax collector come for dues
and bubbling forth
Comes lightning and thunder like sickle and torch
Come to reap the song and sun:

and it is in this shadow they finally grow
and gnarled hand takes my own
	-I will not rot away on my own
I stand before my fated choices
and together
our bonds new, old and gnarled
stand firm these moment’s beliefs and
	creations
children and parent, arms locked, heads on shoulders both
eyes cast out and tears exhumed
before the coming storm

Our legs take root in our
garden soil
and we cling to what
we know
we hold to what knows
us
but the storm is just
so grand
and our roots are just
so shallow.




Details | I do not know? | |

Fallen

Broken, i lie on the ground,
wings stretched to full extent,
to the land i am now bound,
afraid my life may be spent,

as the blood starts to leak,
my body grows cold,
hearing death start to speak,
my last breath i grasp to hold,

"Come my daughter,for it is time,
for you have fallen, and your soul
now mine,
Fallen from grace, to this desolate place,
No hope for you now, i will take you under,
to the land of darkness, just take my hand,
i will lead you, i command you, so follow my
voice into the night, bask in no more light,
be filled with fright, of the dead as you are led,
to the underworld, just take my hand."

scared or frighten, which is worse,
when you are staring death in it's face.
try to laugh and he will put you in your place.


Details | Blank verse | |

Killer Clown

Tear that have  fallen down my face
Gather in a pool around my feet.
My fears are coming true. 
You don't love me anymore.
I can see the hate fill your eyes.

You say that I'm just a useless
Screw Up.
I can't do anything right anymore
If you won't love me anymore then
I will hate you with such passion.

Don't you see what you've done to me?
I can't breathe anymore.
My heart's stopped beating
My soul's been devoured,
I am evil.

My friend stares at me from across the room
Waiting for me to lose my cool
To use him on my wrist.
Will I?
You caused this mess now finish it.

Don't stop hating,
Don't stop killing me slowly
Lock me up
Throw away my key,
Just keep him away from me.

It's all too late.
You can't stop him anymore
No more will I listen to you,
Instead of my wrist,
Should it be my neck?

So you wish that you had never met me?
Wish that all the damage I had caused vanished?
Like a cloud of smoke in the wind?
If I end both of our misery,
Would they understand?

Would they understand if 
My life ends today?
Would they laugh at me?
Spit on my grave?
Does this make sense to you?

Does the fact that I refuse to
Cower before you cause anger?
Do I cause the insanity to flare?
Am I the reason why you yell?
Did I kill you too?

Am I just crying for nothing?
Was there anything between us?
Am I just a fool?
Tricked by love,
That emotion that causes pain.

It started out okay.
Why couldn't I see that
You weren't feeling
The same that I was?
(He's calling out to me).

I'm scared, I can't see 
The light at the end of my tunnel.
Is it true that I'm the Devil's daughter,
Damned to Hell
From the day I was born?

Is this the way my light's supposed to go out?
Am i going to be the one who
Makes everyone laugh?
Am I just 
The Killer Clown?


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The Duel

Twenty steps,
Turn and shoot,
Nerves steeled,
With many a toot,

Pistol loaded,
As am I
Why do I seem,
So eager to die?

That fiend I face,
I must prevail,
So back to the bar,
To enjoy more ale

On step nineteen,
I start to turn,
Is anyone counting?
Then I learn...

One step ahead,
Was my prey,
For he had turned
On step eighteen,
The distance between us
He had seen

To outcheat a cheater,
And his aim was true,
His bullet ripped
Through my flesh,
As it was designed to do

With my last breath I saw
Under swirling sky
This was the day,
I was to die.


Details | Quatrain | |

Why

Twenty brand new angels
arrived just yesterday.
Frightened and confused
they only wished to stay

with parents now left empty,
and shattered beyond belief.
Their babies’ precious little lives
stolen by a spineless thief

with evil in his heart,
and killing on his mind.
Dear God where are you now?
It’s getting hard to find

a reason for the carnage,
and the acts of the insane.
Can we still find eternal love
surrounded by such pain?

Now twenty brand new angels
who only yesterday did die,
and with them, too, the innocence.
Why, dear God, why?

for the Sandy Hook children.  RIP.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Girl Who Could Never Understand

There was a girl so free and young;
untouched by the darkness she was yet to become.
Not yet grown up but wishing she would.
She didn’t realise it would make her numb

There was a girl who dreamed of the future,
who wished of being smart, pretty and free.
She told herself it take years to understand,
When it actually only took three.

There was a girl who became obsessed
with things such as looks and grades.
Every time she ‘messed up’ her confidence slipped:
until someone told her about a blade

There was a girl who was once so innocent,
never before heard of self-harm,
but suddenly she knew how to cope!
All she had to do was cut her arm.

There was a girl who was dead inside-
Not understanding the darkness she had become.
She grew up too fast just like she wished:
Now she’s dead because she felt too numb.


Details | I do not know? | |

I Cried Today

I Cried Today

I am thirteen today
You would think I would be happy
Yet it is hard to even crack a smile
With everyone wishing me a Happy Birthday
To me it’s not that happy
As today strange voices carrying on inside me
They say I don’t deserve to live 
They say I should die
I am thirteen and 

I Cried Today

My sweet sixteen isn’t so sweet
I just want to hide
Go back to sleep 
Or simply disappear
What is a girl to do? 
When she feels so sad, lonely and depressed
I don’t even have anyone to turn to
I am sixteen and 

I Cried Today

Today I am nineteen 
It is my graduation day
And while I am smiling on the outside 
I feel like I am crumbling on the inside
Those voices don’t give 
Never a break 
No rest for the wicked they say
I am nineteen and 

Today I Cried

I am twenty-one 
No drinking for me 
I am in a hospital as my first sip was almost my last
Who knew I could be so allergic
I am twenty-one
In a hospital and 

I Cried Today

I am twenty-five 
I thought I was in love 
Until I walked in on my fiancé 
In bed with my best friend
My heart feels so cold
I am so alone 
As my world has just turned upside down 
I am twenty-five and 

I Cried Today

I am thirty
I am working hard
To get back my life 
Take control of my future 
And actually see the possibilities of a tomorrow
It is a lot of work 
With a hard road ahead
I am Thirty 

I Never Cried Today

I am thirty-four
In a few short months I will be thirty-five 
I am not alone 
I realize I never was
Surrounded by people I love
People who love me
Married to the love of my life
My dreams are coming true
I feel so happy 
I am almost thirty-five and 

I Smiled Today

By: Jean Shular


Details | Free verse | |

Snow White

She smiled at me
With a somewhat semblance of beauty
And with a glare in her eyes
She knows more, she knows my next moves

Snow white wants you near
Snow white wants your hear
Snow white loves your fears
Snow white comes for you

L-let me taste your poison L-let me taste your poison

Snow white wants you near
Snow white wants your hear
Snow white loves your fears
Snow white comes for you

L-let me taste your poison L-let me taste your poison

Bathe in the blood of virgins
I'm calling for you
Name your despair
I'm sure I'll give you worse 

Snow white wants you near
Snow white wants your hear
Snow white loves your fears
Snow white comes for you

L-let me taste your poison
 L-let me taste your poison

Snow white wants you near
Snow white wants your hear
Snow white loves your fears
Snow white comes for you

L-let me taste your poison
 L-let me taste your poison


Details | Rhyme | |

I waited

I never told you how I felt,
When I had the chance;
I hid my welled up feelings,
Never gave a second glance;

I stowed away my longing thoughts,
You weren't right for me;
But all I ever wanted,
Was to let you see;

I let slip through my fingers,
My one and lingering shot;
And allow that one brief moment,
Slither away, I cannot;

I waited too long to show you,
How much you meant to me;
And now you’re gone forever,
As gone as you can be.


Details | Free verse | |

Not Even Death Could Swoon Him

Living to love?
Stab me swiftly
In the heart. Where
He watches as its
Red empties
Itself.

The meat tastes like pity.
So he smiles at me with pity,
Holds my hand with pity.
I am his,
In pity.

Enough.

A past perpetuating pity
Has no future for a love.
Remove His scythe.
And the fool, one day, will restore
Until I hurt for his love, once more.


Details | Rhyme | |

An Occult Fairytale-- The Deathly Trinity

It was the first of may Gloomier than any other day My eyes have seen before I can feel doom in my pulse As The Cross fell Today I walk to My Grave As I walk further into this cementary A whimsy waif beckons me near I was caught by the Pale Enchatress's Lear She said "Satan's hand drags you deeper down Into the left Welcome to my blessing of doom Regina Sophia can not rescue you I am your Enya, your only flame" And then all at once I forgot all of my shame I go deeper Here is the Rosalinean crypt Majlis al Jinn But what is this beast Of which all rabid animals feast "I am Decay--carrion prey Let's string each other to the tree Come and hang with me" As a ran I felt something queer Someone is near A Pentagram appears On my chest Began to say the rest Of This Deathly Trinity "Lilith’s dance seducing your inner core Nehema’s whispers throwing yourself off the shore, You hope this is only folklore, But you must not fear the dark The Nightmare of the Lost Ark Silents winds whisper Untold truths of revelation to Give you new Trust In Adoration Asphyxiate with Fear As Angelique's eyes Lear Silently you’ll the feel the spirits Of The Howling growing near The Draconian Aeon is here All foul humans beware Samael will always be Near"


Details | Verse | |

Darkness

Darkness is like my mirror Shattered like blackened glass Reflecting broken bits of me As hours, days and years go past Darkness is like a fiery mess Endless, cold and without mercy Coals and ashes, shriveled up Tomorrow remains unseen Light seems to burn my world From the dullest of all dull candles Like touching a golden ember Its splendour you cannot handle Darkness is a force of life The only one I’ve ever known I’m scared of what I do not know And what I do not understand Darkness is like an old friend Lingering, forever remembered The darkest of all my days were bright From you my light emerged I cannot think of a time well spent That didn’t include you in it A world so unforgiving One in which we did not fit Darkness is a battle Not to be won but only to lose You fight for everything you love And get defeated at the time they choose Darkness is a house Standing alone and desolate No one wants to live there Doing so fills them with hate Blackness is a colour A shade of the darkest emotion The feeling you get when you feel empty Just going through the motions Black is endless and cold And all I’ve ever known But I cannot tear myself away For fond of it I’ve grown


Details | Free verse | |

Street Rat Confessions

A.T. Throw down quick a beat
so hot it melts ya lips so ya can't speak
teach em to pray 
Make em hope it'll rain
cool off the flames burstin' from my name
Every day they're talking shit
Swearin they know how to spit
Pop pop bang bang
Glocks checking off another name
Tick tock run run from the cops
Killing brothers in the heat
close their eyes they'll never speak
Heavenly message must I repeat
Close your ears pretend you don't hear
The phone ringing off the hook
While you're thinking of another brother 
layin' dead in the street
Leave a message at the beep

--------- Hello, this is God
You'll now suffer suffer suffer
For etern-ity-tee-tee

Hold the Ace press the gun to your face
Wake up --- scream 
Just a nightmare just a dream
His empty eyes whisper your name 
You wonder why you cant escape the shame
Wish you would take his place
Drink another beer -- now forget to steer 
Its time for confession 
No more repression 
Or must we take you to your childhood
A classic case of regression 
Loveless pressing the question


Details | Rhyme | |

A Veiled Black Lace Hat

Clare's hands were clasped upon her lap,
upon her crown, a veiled black lace hat.
A shattered calm she wore;
that took on strength
self-steadied after several drinks

If one dared look closer, to penetrate -
then one would see through the black veil's lace,
and reveal a woman, blank of face,
that long ago had left this place.

Clasped hands 
on which shine a
diamond ring
lustre lost, 
as do those things
that shine, then dull.
A lover's token 
which she pushed and pulled.

Parades of people floated past
condolences said and sent
as people slowly came and went.

Clare remained
with hands still clasped upon her lap
diamond dully staring back.

All had gone, as had he,
as Clare fell to her knees
face pale and pasty white
searching for that brilliant light
that never came. 

Clare stumbled out into the night
guided by vodka and
lace veiled sight

alone again; Clare cried insane
until a large sum of money came
as did twice before
when on her finger
shone a diamond ring -
lustre lost - as do those things
that shine, then dull
that push, then pull

In her closet, near the back
waits a favorite
veiled black lace hat


Details | Monorhyme | |

The World Underneath

A ghost apparition under glowing wreath
scattered sounds from a falling leaf
see spirits wander under rainy sheath
this real haunting from the world underneath
nothing remains but bone and teeth
all that is left of them to bequeath
dried up to dust and the thirsting heath
what lies beyond in the world underneath.

www.insiderealhauntings.com


Details | Couplet | |

Judgment Day

I stand here alone, in a room all in black,
Patiently waiting for the gavel to clack;

I don’t get to speak, here at the end,
Persecuted by all, enemy and friend;

They speak of the deeds now tied to my name,
And all I can do is shudder in shame;

I’m here at the trial at the end of my life,
And each testimony cuts like a knife;

I can’t even explain, my deeds say it all,
I await my judgment and try to stand tall;

I was petty, held grudges, and committed mass crime,
And didn’t do productive things with my time;

Six feet below my body is entombed,
And I know deep down my fate is now doomed,

And all I can do I is silently pray,
That God grants me mercy on this solemn day;

The jury is in, they hold my life in their hands,
All I can do is hope He understands;

“Cleared of all charges” the verdict now reads,
My soul once damned is now to be freed;

He granted forgiveness for all of my sins,
Allowing my soul to begin again.


Details | Free verse | |

Dad

This is the second Father's Day 
Without my rock, my superman
The one man in this world who was 
Supposed to be
Guaranteed not to hurt me
Guess what:
That's a lie
It hurt like hell when my parents fought
It hurt like hell when he got sick
It hurt like hell when he died 
Now, it doesn't hurt
But that doesn't mean I'm OK
Just that, that part of me has gone numb
They say time heals all wounds
But I think they're wrong
Because, losing someone you thought
Was immortal 
Hurts almost more than I can bear
But, I have to bear it
My mom is too caught up 
With her new boyfriend
My boyfriend is too caught up
With his family
My best friend is out of town
And she wouldn't understand anyway
So, here I am, alone,
Trying to bear
The feeling of 
Pain, hot, fiery, numbing pain
Seeping in through the giant
Crack 
In my armor
And filling 
The gigantic hole in my heart
Where my dad used to be


Details | I do not know? | |

Weep and a Moan

Watching the sequence of sound coming out of your mouth...
But the screaming is too loud.
I can speak,
But my brain doesn't want to.

I closed the door.
Silence called for me.
Should I cry or should I run after her?

What have I done to you?
but love you uncontrollably.

Shes then left speechless.
It looks like shes out of breath,
but really I broke her.

She was fragile.
So innocent.

Run, Just run.
A gun raised..
up to her mouth.
And a taint on her heart.


Details | Ballad | |

My Angel

All my tomorrows will come and go
And pass just like a storm
But all this pain I feel inside my heart 
Still lingers on
I would have loved you always
Held you for a million years
Instead my arms are empty
And my world is full of tears
Since you’ve gone I’m just a shadow
Of someone I used to be
There’s nothing I wouldn’t do in this world
To bring you back to me
Sometimes I wake up crying at night
Sometimes I scream out your name
What right did He have to take you from me
God, why did you take him away
I'm on a road to nowhere
And I just can't find my way
I feel so lost without you
Scared to face each waking day
Nights I lay awake just staring
Through my bloodshot eyes
Surrounded by these walls that tell
The stories of our lives
The sound of your sweet loving voice
The feel of you so close
The love I felt inside your heart
Is what I miss the most
I know someday I'll see you again
At the gates of Heaven above
And there I will find you waiting for me
My Angel, my heart, my love.

By Raina Hutchins


Details | Senryu | |

Sudden Death

Too much suffering
Time for him to go away
Never quite prepared


“I don’t understand,
Well just last night she was like…”
Always comes too soon


Details | Free verse | |

My cobain smile

I want to drown my urge to die
I want to kill my pulse inside
I can't breathe, I'm paranoid
Everything in life I avoid

Don't speak to me, I'll look away
Inside my eyes is just decay
 I'm already dead, but have yet to die
Why do I keep my body alive

My soul is dead, eyes are lies
So is the smile I hide behind
Pull the plug, I'm a fake
In a nightmare and I cannot wake

Drown me! I'm flooded in pain
Please help me regain
Some peace, some rest 
I want to die to live again

Set me free 
Slitting my wrists isn't working
The more stares I get
The more I become numb
I just need to be gone
Eliminate my pain, 
I'm already out of breath 
Suffocating on my hopelessness

Every day I am alive 
But I'm craving to die inside
Curved smile because your so naive
You think I'm happy 
Yet I'm being crushed
My head is overflowing 
With these thoughts that are too much

One word, suicide
Sparks a light inside of my eyes

I don't want to pretend to live
Let me go, flood me in sin
There is where I want to swim
Six feet under the ground

Don't be selfish 
And keep me in pain
To tourture my lifeless body again
Let my body float soundly
Rushing water, ocean salt
I promise I won't feel it at all.

End it, hold me under 
Then bury me so I can slumber
Goodbye lifeless eyes
As I'm dying I'll be coming alive
Haunting images 
Deleted from my mind
Laughing 
As I leave this world behind

Water 
Floods my lungs 
Death 
Leans in for a kiss

Together we sink into insanity
And drown in infinitys abyss. 


Details | Free verse | |

The Other

A seismic change has come over me these last few days, 
Ever since I fell in love with a pure and generous heart 
And ever since I pledged myself to become worthy, 
Not only of his love – but God’s 
I have found myself turning my back on the past, 
Averting my gaze from the sins I used to commit, 
From the poisons and indecent beauties that tempt
Nowadays I seek to push aside the bottle of wine 
I turn my head away when a handsome man walks by 
Or at most sneak a fleeting glimpse…
Because for me now there is only one man 
My future husband 
Or so I would like to have myself believe – 
But at odd moments, I find that I tend to lapse 
And my thoughts stray across the desert sands to you 
Reclining in your murky den of iniquity, 
All entrancing liquid eyes and serrated sensibilities 
And sometimes, despite the stab of guilt, 
I find myself wishing I was there with you…
In your arms for one last night 
One last fling with the old devils of drink and death metal 
But then, thank goodness, I always manage to catch myself
To jerk at the reins, at the self imposed bit in my mouth, 
Until my jaws are flecked with bloody foam – 
And I turn my back on your face of demonic beauty 
And raise my eyes to the heavens, to distract myself, 
Perhaps, from the tempting darkness of your soul – 
A darkness that is mirrored in my own
And that I do my best to ignore…
For the sake of my future husband and for God, 
Who try their divine best not to blame me – 
Though heaven knows I still find sin much easier than virtue
And my heart still bears a black veneer
And throbs to the beat of a death metal drum


Details | Couplet | |

Death in the Family

Curious lights flash through the door, 
Strange beckonings leave you wanting more.
Drawn to the lights you step outside,
Into the night where danger may hide.

Striding boldly you search for the source,
Stepping lively you determine your course.
Every step brings you nearer,
While your surroundings grow ever stranger.

Dazzling lights flash in the darkness,
Showing garish flashes of horrid harshness.
Steps grow timid, but much faster,
To avoid unknown disaster.

The devil dances just out of sight,
Cackling at his fortune this ghastly night.
The darkness fades with the sunrise,
Revealing the morbid cast of Death and Demise.

Then time passes and small things change,
But the cries of sirens you never heard still cry,
Never silenced within your brain,
Ever crying out the day that you began to die.


Details | Free verse | |

Protect and Serve?

Unprovoked attacks
Death screams from the hearts of the innocent
A child's last breath
Lies in your arms
Raise your weapon
For the sickness f****ing your mind
Protect and serve?
F*** that, let's massacre them all
Let's burn and pillage 
This family's home and make them watch
Piss in this man's hands
And spit at his feet
Let bullets rain on his chest
So his children see
Protect and serve?
Intimidate and rape
They fear your "help"
And comply with tears in their eyes
And a gun to their temple
Dirt on their knees, in a pool of their father's blood
Protect and serve?
I think not.


*About a news report I recently saw, about U.S. soldiers killing innocent civilians for
sport. (This has been going on since there has ever been wars, it's not a new issue.) They
blamed it on being in a drug-induced state of mind, and on seeing disturbing images of
warfare. We debated in my class whether or not this type of murder can be justified. I
argued strongly and loudly that NO traumatization or drugged mind is a just reason to
murder and torture innocent people. The U.S. military is here to PROTECT and SERVE all
people. Does this sound like protection to you?


Details | Rhyme | |

I dont want to think about that

So what if i smoke, who does it hurt?
Why do you care what plant i choose to grow from the dirt?
I just want to laugh again,
I i just want to smile again,
Smile for something other then a family photo.
This is my crutch, this is how i cope..
This is how i tell my self that there is still hope, It could be my only hope.
My obi-wan-kanobi, the only one who knows me.
I don't know if your my savior but do believe your close,
you keep me laughing, you keep me off a rope.
mother why can't you see! 
This is so much more then dope!
It leaves a sour taste now because I know you don't approve,
there is so much worse things that i could use and abuse,
Don't you remember my friend Dillon? Don't you remember the news?
I knew he was getting into bad Sh*t but i just ignored the clues..
but f*ck, i don't want to think about that....
F*CK! I DON'T WANT TO THINK ABOUT THAT!
Maybe if i smoke this it will somehow bring him back..


Details | Free verse | |

The Desert City

There is no greater darkness now than the desert sun, 
…no sorer sight for her mournful eyes than this, 
An apocalyptic jumble of craters and rippling dunes, 
The corpses of skyscrapers, the fetuses of malls, 
All of them half-buried by the shifting sands…
It speaks to her of Hell, this yellow-ochre world, 
Of demons and death and slow decay
It whispers in her ear, a death rattle, a death knell, 
Until she shudders and retreats into her earphones, 
Into those two slender cords that are her only escape…
Obedient the music rises, drums in her ears, 
Rumbling like the thunder of the distant sea she misses, 
It is a grateful reprieve…
And yet nothing can drown out the visions she sees,
No matter how much she wishes her eyes sewn shut, no matter 
How she squints and peers, searching for beauty, a scrap of it, 
A morsel of loveliness for her starving soul amidst this abyss, 
These devouring dunes of ugly marching doom dominate, 
Oppress, they loom over her like titans, ready to collapse in a wave 
Of golden fire and swallow her whole, until she can see the sky no more…


Details | Rhyme | |

The Right to Die

The train comes through each night here
Six and eight and nine o' clock
With a horn so loud we're accustomed now 
To pausing when we talk

A stroke of horrid luck
Has turned these tracks dark red before
And the conductors' hands still tremble 
And in their heads the breaks still roar

And every single dismembered figure
Made the first responders cry
But they were not all an accident 
Some went to the tracks to die

Like the weary man with lung cancer 
Who didn't want to drown
Like the aids patient who found the strength 
To lay his wasted body down

Like the girl who fought leukemia
And was losing all too slowly 
She left her wheel-chair at the park
And prayed to God the train was rolling

It's from the morphine legislation
With only rights to pull the plug 
When hope is gone the pain goes on
Regardless of the drugs 

It's true we have the right to live 
And we can fight to stay alive 
But it's not over till it's over
Cause we don't have the right to die 

By 
Kyle Ezra Kriticos


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Dead Boy's Poem

As my tears turn red, my cuts are deep sorrow and anguish fill my soul. My essence, my life's blood drains away as my wrists, cry for you. 

No longer do I feel pain as my life drains away, this withered husk, shrivels up and blows away no longer do I feel pain.

Tears of red night into day, as my life's blood drains aways now on the path to decay thought of you wither and die today. As my tears turn red  I welcome this day  my cuts are deep, the pain is ending on the path to decay.


Details | Free verse | |

A Hospital Stay Part IV

                                                                  4.

                                                        The Slippage

All through the night of the day when the madness began
Fever comes to visit me.
In bed immobile,
Sheets dampen beneath my filthy hair
Shivering/Burning     Shivering/Burning
The night creeps on towards dawn
And no sleep preceeds it.

When at last it comes,
It marks the point at which
     Breathing becomes my sole occupation
     Tests define my days
     I and the medical machines
     Begin to merge.
New lines are attached daily;
Monitors, nutrients, fluids, blood.
In all directions they flow from me
Until my metal caretakers and I are so interconnected
That spongebathing becomes choreography.

     Meanwhile, outside
     Invisible killers roam at will,
     Dealing death and wounds
     Then moving on, like clouds across the sun.
     A seige mentality settles over the entire area
     The shadow of sudden, random death passes over all.

My personal shadow lies upon my lungs,
Quietly, steadily, pressing away my breath.

     The tests go on and on and on
     Blood is drawn 'til veins begin collapsing
     I feel like a prisoner of the Inquisition,
     Sustained solely by the spirit of those
     Good fortune makes my own:
     Wife, Children, Parents, Friends
     - All the best reasons, in short, to live -
     Never fail to help bear me up,
     Feeding me the honor of their concern.

     They fan me when I burn,
     Warm me as I shake with cold,
     Remind me of all the good
     Awaiting my return.

Then at last there fell the evil day
When they moved me back to the higher ward,
The place from which one usually does not return,
Chills washing me like Arctic waters,
Shaking like an epileptic
Fighting the mounting panic
As I gasp shallow breaths
Like a fish hauled aground.

Since that time I've seen it claimed
That suffocation brings the kindest death.

Whoever wrote that 
Had a strange view of kindness.

There followed a hard night of fear and confusion
That passed into a dawn I never saw nor felt.

At some undefined hour they wheel me back to Intensive,
As Gulliver's god slides off the wall ....
And everything comes to full stop.


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Confession

The fox gnaws flaking muscle
From speechless rabbit, cold
In mind and body. Men shiver
As bodies dry, spat from river.

Rings of globes circle hands
Of the thoughtless, so beaten
From paths to be told of Him, 
Waiting until eyes grow dim.

Walking among us is plague,
Standing above us is but love,
These winds will claw our youth
While faith entraps this truth.

Winter comes but we survive,
Breath and bones, colonies thrive.


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im restricted

im restricted with youre choices
it makes me wanna cry
im surrounded by voices 
that say, girl , why
youre amaizing and u know it
i dont have to say 
i think youve forgotten but somehow it got away
he seems to control u 
no matter what u do
its coming up sooooooo often but some how it gets to u
and baby dont defend cause i swear ill leave u in the end


Details | Heroic Couplets | |

God Hates Me

In a past life I must have killed a priest, 
 or could it be that on flesh i did feast?
Maybe I brutally raped a God ordained nun.
 Because in this life I am being shunned.

My kittens have died, one every other day.
 Three total and one other will not get that pardon or stay.
Feline leukemia, so all my cats will surely die.
 The only humane thing is to euthanize, and so I cry.

Lois, then Jasper, next Quagmire, now Emmett too, 
 The mama cat, and their older brother will die, how can we get through?
Hopefully the three orphans weren't exposed enough, 
 Four weeks until we'll know, why does life have to be so tough?

The mama, Maxine, was named after my grandma who died, 
 the kids and Illyanna got her for me, because all I did was cry.
A year and a half of joy and love she brought to me.
 Why does she and all the kittens have to die, is what I plea.

What have I done to have a life where I struggle every day?
 I'm not a bad person, I'm kind and loving, how much more must we pay?
A mother, who didn't want me for a while, many men who used and abused me.
 At times like this, it makes me want to give up on life, to turn and flee.

They say God doesn't give you more than you can handle at one time, 
 I feel like its a lie, I feel unjustly convicted of a horrible crime.
Today I have to choose, let my animals suffer or give them the mercy of death.
 To bury six members of my family in seven days, will leave me bereft.

How much torture and pain must one person or family have to go through?
 This isn't some fiction story, every word I write is nothing but true.
Every passing minute, more of my heart breaks piece by piece.
 I don't smoke, or drink, or do drugs, or have sex, so I have no release.

Let me wake, and it be nothing more than a horrible dream, 
 I can't take much more of this crappy bad luck, its too extreme.
God, if you're there, why are you doing this to all of us?
 I've always been told You are someone we can trust!

Please God, please don't take anything else away.
 My heart and soul whither as the ends start to fray.
Tell me what you want me to do and I will gladly obey.
 Just please, Dear God, I can't handle the agonizing dismay.


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greatest loss

Greatest Loss
For me my pain is quite simple
I lost a loved one before my first pimple
We argued about her potential pregnancy
Hours later, she took her life in front of me
Every morning I awaken, I see the blood
I scream, I cry, I feel like mud
I cannot help but hate myself
But I need to put my blame on a shelf
I need to get on with my life, this I know
For if I don’t, I surely will never grow
Though my heart aches every morning and night
Her smile will always be in my mind and my hearts sight


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YOUR MORNING TOAST AND CHEERIOS

      YOUR MORNING TOAST AND CHEERIOS              
I'll be the wind that blows your hair
all of your days I will be there
in summer breezes, winter's freeze
I'll be the wind through all your trees.

I'll be the raindrops on your face
each drop that falls a warm embrace
I'll be each sunset there will be
and every star will shine of me.

I'll be your time that comes and goes
your morning toast and cheerios
I'll be in all your candle flames
and I'll be there at football games.

I'll be the wind that blows your hair
both here and there and everywhere
if I must leave to be with you
then leave I must and leave I do.


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The Bird that is Loved and Loathed

It burns and it stings.
It hurts.
More than drowning beneath 
the ice.
More than remaining in a 
kindled flame
She hits and I no longer cry.
Why mother, why? 

It burned and it stung.
The markings remained, 
returned, and were relived
Looking, loving, and little 
known loathing were the known 
ways of living.
Never was their pity for the 
child that cried
Never was their relief for the 
child that tried

You were that lovely bird that 
understood the complications of 
felicity 
Nothing looked the same in 
those dewy browns of yours.
My everbeating would cry tears 
of joy.
The others-they were yet to 
appear.
Caring Mother, o' so fair
 You were that beautiful bird 
filled with care.

The others came and were not 
alone. Their two suitors sat on 
the throne.
Rampage and rage why did you 
come?
I began to wither and wither 
slumping along. So very soon I-
the child of fines- became a 
human raceme. 
The droops of the Lily of the 
Valley became the slumping of 
my heart.
My lovely bird the enemy had 
taken you and the person you 
were is far from near.
For that divine nature left its 
intricate self and you became 
irretrievable my big bird.
All of your fairness died.
With that went my pride.
 
Mother, Mother what moved 
you so? 
Your intense spirt vanished only 
to supplement a monster. 
Mother, Monster and your tar 
filled lungs. 
How did I kill that liver that was 
so, so strong?
The lesson of pain was one you 
came to learn.
My darling bird why did you 
turn?
 
My lovely bird and your big 
brown eyes
I'll tell you once, but never 
twice.
Pain is only a flower for it 
blooms and dies
And a mistake can be killed as 
quickly as lice.
 You dear bird hurt me well. 
Though, haven't you heard?
Weakness is a souls greatest 
strength.
You brought me up, then you 
brought me down.
You haved helped, hurt, and 
hindered my blazing spirit.
A hero in my heart-I left you 
down in your deep black 
slumber. 
Escaping those terrible nights
To go for the town of delights. 


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Tied for shortest story ever

Broken promises
Makes noose
feels regret


Details | I do not know? | |

COME FLY WITH US

    COME FLY WITH US
We need you to get on them airplanes
and fly.
Come fly with us
come fly lets fly today.
Fly to Dizzyland.
Fly to New Yolk and spend money.,
You are safe
we have US Sky Marshalls
in our airplanes
and the Stewardass's know karati, kung fu, jui jitsui
and artificial percperation.
If nothing else works,
our generals have permission to
shoot airplanes down.
Come fly today. 
And if the fighter pilot
misses his shot,
we gots a few
drones.
We gots big drones n itty bitty drones
high flyin drones and hop skotchin drones
We gots heat seekin drones
and winndow peekin drones.
Andy of our drones
can blow anything
out'n the sky.
See y'all is safe.
Come fly with us today.
Come fly today.
© Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

THE DEVIL'S THIEF

     THE DEVIL'S THIEF
Arranged in paradise, by suffering's fate,
to have no end, to be alone and wait,
it was her love, acceptance came so fast
she had no time to think it might not last,
as he, the sailor left, she loved too late;

He'd waited on the dock so long he grew
to be inspired by something she won't do,
'twas just a recognizing love is there
the reaching out for what is everywhere,
but love for her was something all so new;

the chart well planned, and ties that bound the ship
were heaved away, and thus began the trip,
upon the sea, past U-Boats ev'ry one,
yet feared he not, his ship was let to run.
their course away from where the moon would dip.

She on the shore, he on the watch at three,
both dreaming dreams not ever let to be
but absence makes the heart more fonder yet,
and out of sight means not they will forget;
the ship sailed on, and peaceful was the sea;

the gale that came and sank him to the reef,
took from the shore the lady in her grief,
and they were thus to marry, in the sea,
united 'neath the waves, eternally,
depriving love from time, the devil's thief.


Details | Rubaiyat | |

Destiny's Chance

When the rain had stopped giving earth her bath,
And sunrays shone upon the winding path,
I sauntered slowly to that great abyss.
My wandering had never felt such wrath.

Fleshy mushrooms growing on either side,
Where the Angel of Death could never hide.
Her whiteness invited a peaceful taste.
Feeling the texture my tongue still inside.

Something eccentric was calling my soul.
Trickling water had filled the sinkhole.
Mother earth had swallowed the raging flood. 
I heard my mind screaming, “Jump from this knoll!”

Forty-five feet down should stop endless pain.
I remember making love in the rain.
Laughing for hours while our wetness dripped.
Will butterflies visit daisies again?

Such dark reflections traverse the expanse.
Birds sing again; make the two of us dance.
A yellow warbler on a fallen tree –
Today destiny cries for one more chance.

Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen 
Written for INTO NIGHT'S DWELLING Contest
January 13, 2014


Details | Blank verse | |

Escape

when your darkest hour is met 
and your deepest fear brought forth 
your stranded with no escape
your alone with no remorse 

your mind will escape all rationality 
as poison engulfs your heart
until your body is broken  
and your soul destroyed

life is the curse 
and death is the release 
reunite with the father 
depart from the sinned 

release your inhibitions 
break free your aphotic descent
and reach your final stature 
be at peace at last

the world will not perceive your greatness 
until your body has long been lost 
but your soul will live on forever
and your message never forgot


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Whisper

Murmers in a crowded room.
Eyes flicker back and forth full of fear and presumption.
All eyes are on her but in reality are averted elsewhere.
A faint laugh rings loud in her ears and a crimson blush blossoms at her cheeks.

surrounded by whispers

Friends fade to foes.
Fantasy overrides reality.
Sanity is shadowed by mindless addiction.
Red lines are drawn on her delicate skin a release for ecstacy that would not long 
for a means for an end.
They see the white in the tan.

filled by whispers.

Tension builds, panic stricken. 
She gives a silent plea for help that falls to blind eyes.
Thoughts of despair of hatred and pain flash before her.
In her final moments she thinks "let them talk" as she kicks away the chair and 
fades to black.

they all whisper


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The Dark Half


The Dark Half…

Demons trapped inside of me
Released for the world to see
Awakened from their life-long slumber
At last they’ve been set free
My inner rage is the fire that fuels me
My anger seethes from every pore
No longer caged, my desire will rule me
A bloodlust to even the score

I am only half the monster being a man has made me
The other half is like a forgotten dream
Half the monster being a man has made me
The dark half that you now see…

I feel a rage like I’ve never felt before
To inflict pain in a way that cannot be forgotten
Years of suffering over, ended once and for all
Laid to rest with the bodies of those I’ll leave for dead
Call my name and in my own grave you’ll find me
Spark to flame I will rise as you are falling
I can’t explain, not in words but in violent actions
Uncontrolled, exacting vengeance while slowly killing myself

I am only half the monster that being a man has made me
The other half is a forgotten dream
Half the monster being a man has made me
The dark half that you now see…

…In a reflection of the world around me,
I have become all that I have seen,
At times, that which I most despise…
The dark half that lives in me.


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free cee CURSED IF NOT TAKEN FIRST dedicated to my mom who left me 18 months ago

CURSED IF NOT TAKEN FIRST

‘Tis this stand I and swear to thee
Before she goes Lord please take me
That these eyes of mine born of blue
Not see the day when I curse you

She may not want now to stay
But first, beg I, take me away
Wherever bound that I may be
Please my Lord, first take me

Spare me the loss of a woman whose inner beauty shone
A lady unlike most or many grown
Forgiveness was her credo known
And pray thee I……..leave me not alone

Please cause not a rift far too wide
That my disdain shall not abide
My soul seeks solace by you, my Lord
But losing her is a price I cannot afford

So raise not an anger within me
That her son’s belief no longer be
So before her death be your decree
Please, my Lord, first take me
© 2012  copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
(words written in honor of a woman, my mom, Mrs. Rita Cohan, whose grace preceded her, and whose kindness was widely known)



Details | Free verse | |

Superhero

Help me, I scream
I thrash and shout
Falling headfirst
I need a superhero now

They're getting louder
Wrecking the metal I've sown
If anyone can hear me
I need a superhero

The poison is spreading
Polluting every vein
I can find no elixir
Superhero ease the pain

They're overpowering me
Locking me in fences
Bottomless horrors
Superhero stop the endless

The rebellion has sparked
Burning like a flame
Burning away my flesh
Superhero bring me rain

Help me, please
Don't make me shout
Falling headfirst
Superhero, I need you now


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Return To Dust

After the Casket Falls
After your soul is called
After your final breathe is drawn
I'll meet you again

After the Casket Falls
After your soul is called
After your final breathe is drawn
I'll meet you again

After the Casket Falls
After your soul is called
After your final breathe is drawn
I'll meet you again

I'll See your face again
I swear it
No matter how far away they take you from me
Fading, Going Away, Don't be so afraid
Death is a Dream


The Cross Will Be lighter
Whisper the words
so sacred, so somber

After the Casket Falls
After your soul is called
After your final breathe is drawn
I'll meet you again

After the Casket Falls
After your soul is called
After your final breathe is drawn
I'll meet you again

After the Casket Falls
After your soul is called
After your final breathe is drawn
I'll meet you again

A Fallen Angel looms over the lifeless stone
What Happened here must be true
I must live this life without you

Breaking the Silence
She began to Weep
The Epitaph ceasing to know 
We all must Return To Dust

After the Casket Falls
After your soul is called
After your final breathe is drawn
I'll meet you again

After the Casket Falls
After your soul is called
After your final breathe is drawn
I'll meet you again

After the Casket Falls
After your soul is called
After your final breathe is drawn
I'll meet you again

The solitude is euphoric as an illusional clock
Of argentine fears swallow the last soul
Goodnight black rose of eternity
Goodnight dearest gothic phantom
Tonight The Earth consumes me




**Special Thanks To My Writing Partner Cayla Carr**


Details | Couplet | |

Bye

  On my grave the rose you cast,
all you see is my past.
  As you know me so well,
now i bid you farewell.


Details | Free verse | |

Ghost of Adolescence

Uncounted miles trodden since I last breathed your guise
That dulcet voice that tortured me slowly faded from memory
Still it calls to me from distances undiscovered
Pulling me from my sleep drawing me into the void
Filling me with a conceptive warmth too unreal
That face twenty years past fills my closed eyes with its vice
That boy I was is an indistinct shadow now
But his heart remains a whip upon my back still able to sting
Holding the ability to draw that which I’ve bled a host of times
Asking that which has no response
Filling the moments with regret and anguish
Does your memory torture you as you inflict upon me?
Can you hear me imploring you in your sleep?
After all this time and through all these miles
Does a cinder remain in you resonating who I once was?
Do you ever reflect on what we could have become
Have you seen those two blurry phantoms?
Walking as one upon unpaved highways
I’ve both cherished and mourned for you
Holding you captive in the closet of my childhood
You remain a hidden gem that only I marvel 
Without you I am an unfinished puzzle of a man
You eternally survive as that which you were fated 
That rough cut diamond I couldn’t jeweler
My first love…my perfection
My ghost


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Sails torn

Sails torn

Grasped and rent
in the storm
from the ashes
to be reborn
...
We burst
A new and see
The trust we trust
Quenches our thirst

Your breeze, heaven sent
In the strong a fire burn
No flashes 
An uninviting storm

We thirst
To truly be
In ourselves
Seeking trust

I have, there, I went
Lowly borne
Hoping to pass
Avoiding the storm.

rlm '11


Details | Free verse | |

Unsaid

The exclusion that rages
within my cauliflower of sparks
screams the howl of the pariah
scraping all rebuffs for meaning
to find only lonely betrayal

at the end of your shackle
indignant in clang and shape
as if you’re the blushing victim
slumped in the cold undergrowth
in need of rallying friends

and the trappings of scorn
unfounded with wild stories
flying loose without the truth
revealing such banality of insanity;
more drama to fill your void.


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What If Tomorrow Never Comes

I recall now the days when forever seemed but a short time The visits to the hospital, brought sad images to your mind She lay on a bed, cords all around her, no hair upon her head The cancer drove us crazy with worry tears and fright She was only a baby, I didn't get the chance to say goodbye Farewell until we meet again where you'll be waiting... waiting for tomorrow to come again. What if tomorrow never comes? How will I face the rising sun, when the moon is the only thing I can see? I need her here with me... The only loss I've ever known The only time that I've experienced this kind of sorrow... So what if tomorrow never comes? What if tomorrow never comes. And now I lie here thinking it through, memories flash through my head, memories of you Moments of a bittersweet time Reminiscing the days when you were mine The days when you were alive The tears come back to my eyes I feel the need to cry but nothing slides out I need to scream and shout, My emotions pour out as one, silently So what if tomorrow never comes? Reality in death is so hard to accept, I need my tomorrow to come... What if it never does? What if tomorrow never comes? How will I face the rising sun, when the moon is the only thing I can see? I need her here with me... The only loss I've ever known The only time that I've experienced this kind of sorrow... So what if tomorrow never comes? What if tomorrow never comes. Will tomorrow ever come? I just want to be awake when the moon becomes the sun I'm waiting here for you, in the darkness of the night. I wait still for you, forever the images will haunt my mind Tomorrow will come I'll soon be alright Tomorrow will come... Tomorrow has come... I can now see the sun.


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RAVENOUS ELDRITCH WRATH a collab with Olive Eloisa Guillermo

RAVENOUS ELDRITCH WRATH

The darkening skies in choir of wrath;
The wind brisk banging blows;
The withering of trees;
The falling twirling leaves;
The branches sudden irate tweak and split.

Giving way to the rushing threat of death
Will another candle die in it's final flicker of light?

From afar

High hasty orisons a gong in melancholic play
Voice of mournings didn't save the day
Only shrills that echoes in elevated ebb

Sullen faces white as powdered chalk
Sprung to view when moon casts its glow
Bloodshot eyes a plague ready to pierce and blow
Dark coloured lips close and open to rumble slow:

"Sacred candles. sacred flames. Aid the magic I name.
sacred candles. sacred flames. Aid the magic I name."

Again and again they chant-
As they go round and round
Stopping awhile to kneel 
Then raise their hands up in the air.

[their shadows sleek as serpentine hiss
casting chills in the catacombs'  wall]

On the centre...

A blindfolded lady in white hangs on logs of X
Her tied arms spread left to right
Her legs set apart but truss tight

Down to where the log stands
A black man half-naked in mask holds a whip
Slashing it side by side in quick thunder thudding trips

A quietness abounds as the chanting stops
This eerie eldritch silence eating into the night
She of the above allows rays to glisten:
"Moon of the dark, tranced faces listen"

I of the numbered, tattooed, scribed, scored
Command you to stand, heathens, my horde!

Silence is shattered by the cracking of his whip
Lacerating white linen, now in reddened seep
Cries turn to howls, the beating of this beast
Joyous dancing tongue, rasping at this feast

Faces now morose. Excitement high! Incite
Darkened desires in crave, this mooned night
Slowly he walks towards this writhing tethered
Taken, she will be forsaken. Feathered!

His hands against the X, his face leans
Asp tasting, touching drawing red
Dressage of white, now cast, her flesh
Hungered, undaunted, heathens chanting

"Sacred candles. sacred flames. Aid the magic I name.
sacred candles. sacred flames. Aid the magic I name."

Now taken, clouds drift amidst cobalt blue
An empty soul lies listed, under darkened hue
Spores now carried, bedded, soon they'll born
Every one a number, forever they'll adorn
Heathens, oh! chanting ones, bow, now sworn

I of the numbered, tattooed, scribed, scored
Bow, chant, blindfolded, taken, your now adored.



© James Fraser and Olive Eloisa Guillermo
Written October 17, 2014


Details | Free verse | |

Diamond In The Rough

The Diamond in the rough has been lost in the masses of panicked flesh
He looks through the eyes of the unnoticed,
He thinks with the questioning of his being,
He only looks to escape the day

The Diamond in the rough only leaves in the night
bereft of joy he entraps his plight
He makes music alone waiting for pain to escape
he looks in the mirror and cries at his face

the Diamond in the rough he's escaped far away
He's tired of the masses he sticks to like clay
He walks the silk plains and travels alone,he's severed all contact with his past and his home

His potential may be realized and maybe it won't
He writes in his soul what his eyes have absorbed
They hear it and like it but they always want more

His soul's been exchanged by demons in suits
For MTV slots, platinum plaques,drugs,sex, and a bust in a room

The Diamond in the rough,no longer there lies
but he's had enough he's decided to fly

The fame and the fortune has darkened his day
It's tragic, but masses proclaim him cliche'

He knew they would view him as weak,and then scared
Nothing else mattered he was always prepared

He couldn't fear fear any longer inside
Alone in a tower a diamond he died


Details | Blank verse | |

The Ribbon - November 24, 2008

Fighting the quickness
I can't shake this sickness
My ribs sore from the lies
I want to cut these ties
I cough them up with phlem
I wish I had not met him
The blood staining the rag
I feel like a miserable hag

Cut these ribbons, they're hurting
These secrets I couldn't stop blurting
The blood dripping down the strips
My hands hanging at my hips
My eyes close and I cry aloud
Wouldn't my mother be proud?

I hate this numb feeling
I feel the cheer peeling
Like a leaf from its tree
I'm broken, can't you see?
I feel the rain falling
I hear its soft calling
Its drops mix with tears
I want to share my fears

Please, be the one to say yes
Take a rag and clean this mess
I need you like you'll never know
You'll never see the pretty bow
The one tied around my neck
No blood on it, not a speck

Nevermind, I can't bare the pain
I've made my decision in vain
I clench the ends of my pretty bow
My crying eyes downcasting slow
I think of your smile, your brown eyes
You'd never wade through all the lies
I'm not worth it, but neither is she
But that's something you'll never see

The ends are tied, the rain stops
I smile and I put away the props
I feel relief as I lift this ugly mask
I set it aside and begin my task
My toes balancing on brittle wood
I'll never be known or understood

I look to the heavens and I see you
I will never know whether it was true
I tremble knowing how I am posed
I bite my lip, naked and exposed
I cover my bow and take my leap
No more will they make me weep
You will never know how I feel
My ribbon snaps and seals the deal


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Conspiracy? No such thing?

Go to war in Iraq. Deny everything
Just don’t look back

Solider I gave you a direct order to shoot that woman
The one in all black
She’s wearing a bomb
Concealed in her wrap

I don’t care if you can’t see it
The US government doesn’t pay you to think
Quick shoot her in the head
Before she teaches her son to hate and kill back.


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Lunar Love

Can this ever stop The world is blacked by the lunar love All the tides have gone undone The seas beckon us with their rage Will they ever calm The mist covers our sight The storm comes Her eyes are the color of dyed blue With her raven hair and crimson lips She sleeps quietly waiting for the innocence of me But I've already put her in vain And tossed her aside I've already condoned my belovéd The desire was so much I couldn't face it In the eyes Forgetting the shame is just a Another winless game Take me away from this Take me away from the Lunar Love The moonbeams light up my pale face I don't want to be seen Banished from this world I'll ever be Take me away from this Take me away from the Lunar Love I cry but the sun cant hear Do I exist? This eclipse took over Now I'm left to face it all Left in the dark where can we go Lunar love is what we'll be Lunar love is what we have Fly away from the scene The tides are blind from the madness Even to the mountains they'll kiss The storm is too much The desire was so much I couldn't face it In the eyes Forgetting the shame is just a Another winless game Take me away from this Take me away from the Lunar Love Lunar love is what we'll be Lunar love is what we have The moonbeams light up my pale face I don't want to be seen Banished from this world I'll ever be Take me away from this Take me away from the Lunar Love The ghosts are tangled in my dreams They play with what was meant to be forgotten But I know there must be a away To find the closure But so lost are we So lost I've been Save yourself from the downfall How close are we to the edge This is what the rage has done This is what the sin has done The desire was so much I couldn't face it In the eyes Forgetting the shame is just a Another winless game Take me away from this Take me away from the Lunar Love The moonbeams light up my pale face I don't want to be seen Banished from this world I'll ever be Take me away from this Take me away from the Lunar Love Lunar love is what we'll be Lunar love is what we have Forgetting the shame is just a Another winless game


Details | Sonnet | |

walking down the coin

the coin is golden, 
the coin is rich
the coin is plentiful
the coin's a bi+ch*

the coin will entice you
the master will command you
the quiet roar will lull you
while golden coin covers over you

let it be a warning my son
a dire warning from grieving fathers
don't stand upon that golden coin
and drown in it like your brothers

no one ever wishes to behold a man's face
who lost his sweet boy to the golden coin's embrace

© Goode Guy 2013-03-28

http://apps.npr.org/buried-in-grain/
http://www.npr.org/2013/03/24/174828849/fines-slashed-in-grain-bin-entrapment-deaths
http://www.npr.org/2013/03/24/174661389/documents-investigating-a-grain-bin-accident

*apparently there's a difference of what constitutes a curse word.


Details | Ballad | |

My Forever Shining Star

All the oceans in the world 
Can’t hold the tears I’ve cried
Nothing in this world  
Can take away this pain inside

I can’t believe you’re gone from me 
I can’t believe its true
I never wanted memories
I only wanted you

I miss the little things you said
Those words that meant so much
I miss your eyes, your laugh, your smile
I miss your every touch

I miss you every morning
Every night and every day
I’d give all my tomorrows
For just one more yesterday

When they asked what words I want 
Engraved upon your stone
The only words that I could say
Were ‘darling please come home’

You were my every reason
My hopes and all my dreams
Someone to believe in
When I questioned what life means

Always there to guide me
My forever shining star
I’d give my all to have you here
Or be there where you are

In a world of changes
It’s the soul that never dies
In a world of strangers 
I still see me in your eyes

This pain will never go away 
My shattered heart wont mend
Lonely days and empty nights 
Are now my only friend

But if you’re looking down from up in Heaven 
You will see
That part of you forever more 
Will be a part of me...


By Raina Hutchins



Details | Rhyme | |

Drown

The water in my chest,
And my eyes, they burn,
Lungs burst for air,
They are losing all their turn.

My eyes see the light,
That swims in the water,
And as I sink,
My lungs burn hotter.

I try to breathe,
Yet only choke,
I scratch for the surface,
Pray that it be broke.

But I know that I,
Will soon touch sand,
But only beneath the waves,
I will never touch land.

So I close my eyes,
To be engulfed by the dark,
As as i slip away,
Shines bright,  the mark.

The deeper I go,
My dress cling to me,
As I drown,
Sink,
To the bottomless sea.


Details | Rhyme | |

Goodbye Adam

I have never really been good at, Letting loved ones go; And saying goodbye to you right now, Hurts me more than you’ll ever know; I find myself resentful, That life is so unfair; And I hope that wherever you are, You know that I still care; I missed my chance to tell you, How much you meant to me; And I’m bitter when I think about, All the things you’ll never see; And I truly hate the fact, That your life was fleeting and brief; And knowing that I’ll never see you again, Fills my heart with grief.


Details | Free verse | |

Draconian I

[The Cypress Is In Bloom]
The cypress is in bloom
I see the evil, the efflorescence of decadent doom
Eloigning, with thy clandestines of the Dead September's reign
My belovéd Penelope, abscond from the coven so deep, the glades of misery
We must face her in the grove, for arcany, the path we must take
She's in my mind, vaporously,
Lauding with my, dangers and fears
Lie, with ephermelcy's broken truths
Leading me go Cypress, Marigold
Immortally, willows, forevermore
Forevermore

[To Question; To Know]
My argentine silence, your only condonicy 
Ends with such eath
The Mockingbird in me--died
Resting in one ounce, an abundance of shame
With an infinity of joy
Exiled, by the ones, who give all, names
My breath starves for only more
The façade, the veil, the austerity dims with Aquarianlore 
She falls to her knees, why for?
Celandine she will be
Celandine is she

[Bead]
The lair within, free from their causalities of their sins
Shadowy primroses begin to grow, the season will never end
In there I dream to be like you, violet blue, White Flower of Lisieux,
La Fleur Blanche du Lisieux,
So Celandine are you
Celandine are you

[Draconian]
Draconian--Reach for the shadows within
Draconian--Break from The Fallen's Sin
Draconian--Their Empirical lies, only die
Draconian--Reach The Shadows Within


Details | Rhyme | |

Open Your Wrists

Open your wrists
Let the blood leak out
In a crimson river of tears

Allow it to fall
Upon tile grounds
Making the color unclear

Open your mouth
Let a scream slip out
And echo against lonely walls

Allow it to linger,
To fill quiet airs
Then back in your ears, let it crawl

Open your mind
Let it cluelessly wander
With nothing clouded in your brain

Allow it to focus
On life or on death
And if scars will forever remain

Open your heart
Let it never forgive
Those who've caused wounds so deep down

Allow it to rage
Against misunderstanding,
Let it yell the loudest silent sound

Open your wrists
Let the pain leak out
In a crimson river of sorrow

Allow it to fall
Upon off-white grounds
And remember there's always tomorrow


Details | Rhyme | |

The Bourgeois and the Spinning Wheel

In a room filled with a solitary red hue
The bourgeois spins a wheel
With no destination, nor need
She will spin until her brittle Hands bleed
Just to satisfy her ennui and artifice
But she does not see - the rien I see
The monster approaching her empty dreams

Spinning still - she does not know
The insomniac rose will begin to grow
The thorn of clandestine and ebony
Ostracized for he began to realize
What lies in nonsense is decadence
Which sparks interest
Who's lover is a dadaist
But his story is over now
As Seth lead the way
A poet dies in dismay

The thorn as she spun penetrated
A distraction and a lack of action
She knew the temptation for she so loved the sensation
Of crass, rebellious - ways 
The thought laid it's seed
In her Gaulish mind it breeds
She has no other need and no regrets
So she proceeds and the smile lets
With full intention and desire
Caring none of her fate that will transpire 
She presses her finger on the thorn 
So now she bleeds knowingly
she did not recede


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The Broken Heart- Her Fatal Mistake

She smiles at two beautiful white doves
Prompting her to pray to above
Wondering will she ever find love
Her heart continues to ache
Pain so deep, she just can not take
The doves fly into the sky
Thinking she must be the reason why
Alone she is getting ready to say her final goodbye
Clouds creeping in… She begins to walk towards the lowering sun
Dreaming of that day she thought she met the perfect one
A young girl once ambitious and fun
Her heart ripped into two
Wishing for a simple fix, yet there is no strong enough glue
Still walking towards the sun
Ignoring what is about to come
A pain far too much to take
She chose to make that fatal mistake 


Details | I do not know? | |

found by the lost

The world of ice,
in perfect white,
tainted blood,
as black as night,
the love of lost,
on end of chain,
the shoeless freak,
out in the rain,
the homeless child,
lost in fright,
sleeps by day,
runs by night,
always forward,
never back,
the heartless Psycho,
the bodies stack,
the dark and red,
on silver blade,
you now lay in,
the bed you made.


Details | Lyric | |

I'm All That's Keeping You Alive

Another a cappella song my friend and I made a long time ago...

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I wish I can save you
But I can't even save myself
You beg me for mercy but mercy's empty inside
I'm Stronger Again
And you're giving in
To all of this pain that I am inflicting upon you
I am...

The whispers in the night
The heart that's pounding in your head
The darkness over light
The monster underneath your bed
The death that waits for you
Lingering behind every door
I'm that voice deep inside
I'm all that's keeping you alive

I wish I can spare you
Your voice faded slowly, now you can't breathe 
You beg me for mercy 
But darling I am empty
The life's dying out
And you're crying out 
To stop all this pain that I am inflicting upon you
I am...

The whispers in the night
The heart that's pounding in your head
The darkness over light
The monster underneath your bed
The death that waits for you
Lingering behind every door
I'm that voice deep inside
I'm all that's keeping you alive

Please remember:
I Still Love You
This isn't me but
Someone else...

The whispers in the night
The heart that's pounding in your head
The darkness over light
The monster underneath your bed

The one who's there for you
The one who catches all your tears
I'm that voice deep inside
I'm all that's keeping you alive






Details | Free verse | |

The Eternal Infernos of Pain

Front and Center!
Those Gates adorned with pearls in Heaven.
White angels soaring. 

If by chance, 
Ordered to enter;
Through St. Peter's Permission; 
I demand from you chancellor; 
A swift insanity plea, submission. 
For this troubled soul is plagued, 
By vast displays of wicked ways. 

None lost. 
Courtesy of meticulous examination. 
Love lost. 

Diligence pending Investigation. 
Key Evidence, perpetually documented 
In Sin's ominous catalog. 
Rebuke my Judge! 
For multitudes of shortcomings, 
He failed to ascertain. 

Moreover, present was He, 
When Satan drafted me. 
First round,
Pick three.
His Fantasy League...
"The Eternal Infernos of Pain" 

JS Lambert



Details | Free verse | |

You'll Regret Doubting Me

You think what I do is a joke
Some kind of elaborate hoax
Never understanding what goes on
Barely looking further than skin deep

I bury my feelings
Hidden under the surface, bleeding
While I’m trapped inside my mind
You assume everything is just fine

I keep things private
No worries from everyone else
Secrets never uncovered
Tears never spilled

When things finally explode
You’ll dying be alone
I’ll be rising from the flames
This was never a game

Life isn’t a gamble 
I don’t want to waste it
Things you  said were bad, I find perfectly good
I never needed to be fixed

I may see dark as light and wrong as right
But I am more than you could ever be
Don’t take me down with you 
I’m making more changes as you drag that last ragged breath

Smiling as if I actually feared death
Life is better now that I’m free
People are happy and secure
And too late realize all long that I was never weak


Details | Free verse | |

Alone

The warm concrete kissed my cheek
when I had finally stopped falling

and I lay there, 
at peace in the sunshine,
bruises on my knees and
scrapes on my hands
bleeding oh so quietly

while I sang my uplifting songs of gratitude.

It's finally happened,
I met the ground,
The world quit spinning
all around
The clock just stopped
The pain just quit
I just embraced my moment
while my throat was slit

I sang and sang and lay and prayed,
My time has come, it's over now, bless my soul
forgive my sins
--scratch that--
I don't give a sh**

Just leave me be, here on the ground
Let me sing wi