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Stormy Heart

Alone in loneliness Amid forever nights And these four walls In faint, whisper soft your name I beg out loud to the nothingness that remains "Please not another nightmare, no more storms" But, answers are merely glimpses of light From lightening... Filtering through the pane Empty sheets... Cast empty shadows on the wall Of places where you used to be Eyes wide open Now asleep, afraid I am to fall Trapped within this never ending dream I cling to all the memories that I have Spinning me closer to where you were, in parallel on the edge The thoughts, like imaginary rubble, comes tumbling passed A fire for you still burning inside Why can’t I let go of the tragedies last And silence your unrescued suicidal screams Or is it only the rain falling faster as it taps harder, and harder upon the glass Or is it of your wandering spirit Mockingly knocking? Haunting with its vindications Of "why’s" I can never seem to grasp All this amidst lost stares into black windows Where gutters overrunning, burdened by the strains And I swear I see your reflection Among the flashes, tracing out illuminations about your face And for the first time You are noticeably absent of all the worldly pains And your lips releasing out a comfort that for so long I've been seeking As I hear the words echo within my stormy heart "That where you are everything is okay"


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The Whispered Song

The warrior lays her weary head, 
With heavy heart she cannot bear, 
Burning tears stream down her face, 
As whispered memories touch the ear.

Her armour tarnished by remorse, 
Her battle-cry a wimpered row, 
Her wounds, of which bleed solitude, 
Will never know forgiveness now.

The song began two score ago, 
When two came knocking at her door, 
In need of refuge from the world, 
Of that, and love, and little more.

Forced to fight for every smile, 
Her only solace found in song, 
She longed for love to rescue her, 
And plant her where she could belong.

Jealous tongues are seldom kind, 
Self-seeking hearts know nought of love, 
The caged canary only sings, 
When coaxed to praise from up above.

For the steely spine that now I own, 
Forever shall I grateful be, 
A gift from her, and from her own. 
Courage mounted inwardly.

I'll not forget how I have loved thee, 
And youthful memories I will prize, 
Til on the shore of His forgiveness, 
Whereto now, we both shall rise.



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Confessions of a Terrorist...

Behind the dark walls of the prison,
Hiding my face from all in my vision,
Abandoned by my bosses,the terror leads,
I wait to be hanged for my misdeeds.

Now I look back to think….

Important member of the Al-Qaeeda,I was,
Given tasty food, and rigorous training by my boss,
I was taught “muslims are harassed round the world,
To help them, grenades and bombs ,I have to hurl.

Arms and ammunitions to me they gave,
To destroy the world, the path they paved.
Rigorous physical training I was given,
On the path of “Jihad’I was driven.

I felt …”me, a class four dropout from school,
To a fidayeen…oh so cool.”
With pots of money  l was lured,
A place in paradise..I was assured.


Reading the  terror email from the Mujahideen,
I was all charged up and excited to become a fidayeen.
With the ammunitions, I was on my way,
On the path of destruction that they laid.
“Explode bombs, shoot and kill”,
They said “that is what was Allah’s will.”
An obedient student I was in their list,
Little did I realize I was a dangerous terrorist!

As I killed and killed and shed innocent blood,
Suddenly, I was shot and I fell down ..thud!
Interrogations by cops continued endlessly on me,
Confusing the cops,I waited for Al-qaeeda to rescue me.

To my rescue, none from Al Qaeeda came,
Hated worldover a terrorist I became!
No one would come I felt
I was misled! I silently wept.

Jihad would never get me paradise,
Fallen in eyes of Allah, I will never ever rise.
I am unable to bear this and want to die,
And face Allah ? In fear and shame I cry.

I neither can live nor die in peace ,
Forgive me Allah, I cried on my knees.
Old, young, man woman, child I randomly killed,
Was this by Allah, in me instilled?

I repent and feel am cursed by all,to hell I shall go,
What mass destruction on earth have I done? Oh!
I have now to face all those I murdered,
What do I answer them, I ponder.

Spread love and peace is the message of God,
I have now learnt the message of the Lord.
I confess ..”Jihad and terrorism are hated by god,”
I sincerely beg “Forgive me all, forgive me Lord!!”





Kindly note :If anyone wants to comment on my poem, kindly note that I am not a terrorist.
This poem is written by me as a message to all the terrorists in the world that peace and love 
is what god wishes.The inspiration is from the recent attacks in Mumbai.


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Revive the Breakage

High upon the highest heights I see the most tremulous sight A small girl, fair and tranquil Smiling strangely, sitting still Beneath a sobbing willow tree She recites a verse upon her knee She sings a rhythmic hymn Not of death, nothing grim But prays that life will return Even for those who are doomed to burn The girl is a woman now Beneath the tree and upon the cloud She whispers, “I am watching you” Why then are you so blue? A single tear of sadness and joy Rejuvenate the quirky earthly boy Who sits down beneath the blooming tree Listening to her silent voice attentively She reminds him she was once young too That she also was a misty shade of blue But when the boy grows into man He has come to ignore the fair woman Who watches him still from above Burning and swelling with disdainful love The ways of the world have sweltered his heart And time has torn his soul apart Thus he has lost all innocence and light Battling his sinful lust—an endless plight! I watch as he feeds on others’ pains and fears Reducing the vigilant woman to tears The prayer of the innocent has been ignored Life has died and hellfire stored Into the hearts of the impotent In blue, fires of haze their heart is sent Toiling in misery and lament Savaged and severed by our regret The heavenly woman grows old and frail And the man still treads the sinful trail As the rotting tree withers into dust Can I revive it? –I must! Low as low can possibly be I watch myself condescendingly A tombstone, gray and hell-bent Frowning knowingly in bewilderment Above the dust that once was a tree She cries out a verse anxiously Faintly she whispers the undying hymn Not of happiness, nothing of whim And prays that life will come to end For those that break instead of bend


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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


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Darker than the Cavern, No Relief

Darker than the Cavern, No Relief

Darker
than the Cavern
opening gate into Hell,
the lost Souls, dead nights
with such unimaginable delights.

They seek mercy
where none can be had
an ending never found,
lost forever deep underground.

No Altar
to burn incense
a dark pit into agony lie,
caverns , dark and deep to cry.

Moans
that wail in 
pleas unfulfilled,
repentance was never willed.

Dark city
Hades in action
forever gifting torment,
upon those lost in banishment.

No sleep
just louder cries
hideous sorrowful wails
where forgiveness forever fails.

Robert J. Lindley, 09-27-2014

Note: I woke this morning from a dream of the
 underworld. David's passing was on my mind last
night and this dream shouted out a warning to me.
Too late, too late is a terrible place to be...


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Dementia

He was always so happy
strong and bold.
He'd give you the shirt off of his back.
Tough.
Independent.
He had a rough life
growing up through the depression,
but like he always does,
he got through it.
He has two boys, of whom he is so proud.
Moved from Regina, to Victoria.
He had the best life anyone his age could have wanted.
But ever since his wife died, 
he has not been the same.
Sad
Lonely
Empty.
But like he has always done,
he got through it.
Mind slipping, 
just a little forgetful.
That's how it always starts out...
But like always, he powered through it, 
until now...
He is not the same person that I used to know.
He been sentenced to the prison in his own mind.
Possessed by the thoughts of his dogs ashes.
He likes to play the blame game,
but we know he doesn't remember that it was him.
He wakes up in the night
shaking with pain, 
tears streaming down his face.
There is nothing we can do,
Oh well...
Two more tylenol.
Hold on to hope
for as long as you can,
It's only a matter of time now.
He gets vocal, a very loud tone.
He'll block you in your room
and make false accusations
But we know that it's the pain induced monster in him.
Tick tock, tick tock...
You can't handle the stress anymore
you have to leave.
Just hope for the best, 
maybe it will get better.
Surprise, it doesn't.
Your denial is foolish, everyone knows 
what happens next.
Sedation
Medication
Anger
Hurt
All results of
dementia


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Victus

"Victus" By M. Taha Effendi (Didactic) Amidst the gloom of night's dark shroud, lurks Death in far corners of the shade. To vanquish my fears to God I bowed, And death shall find me... unafraid. Amidst this vale of tears and pain, my heart in life's robbed solace bled. God gave me strength to stand again, I found peace in His words I read. In pleasures and crime my life is spent, with sins the wretched soul is weighed. But God's love taught me to repent, He pursued me everytime I strayed. It matters not how dark the past, how much the evil takes its toll. Darkness thrives but never shall last, The Savior redeems the conquered soul. (Inspired by "Invictus" by William Ernest Henley)


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Last breath

Please forgive me
for i know not what i do


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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.


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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. 


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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. 


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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


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Echo

Many voices from the past,
Always echoing in my head,
How long can it last,
I thought you were dead.

You always tell me what to do,
So I don't make a mistake,
Somehow you always knew,
How many I could make.

Because once I hurt you,
And you'll never let me forget,
But what can I do,
You're not quite dead yet.

Why won't you leave me alone,
Will you never forgive me,
I wish I could atone,
Please, just let me be.

The hollow echo of your voice,
Will linger on forever,
You've given me no choice,
It'll never stop, ever.

The sound of you used to make me smile,
But now it tortures me,
I will always be in denial,
So an end I'll never see.





Written by: Kelly Deschler

Giorgio V.'s contest - "Impress Me 2" -  themes-gothic/spiritual


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A Blind Sunset

He glances out the window,
And watches the sunset,
But he doesn’t see the beauty,
Nor the warm rays which, 
Pierces through the glass,
Only the anticipation and, 
Anxiety of a long night,

Carefully, he watches, 
The colors change,
First the bright orange, 
"God I pray this never ends…"
Filling with a deep red,
"Just a little while longer…"
Slowly softening to the, 
Deceptive pinks and purples,
"Please, one more minute…"
Fading into the crimson black,
Which only night can bring,

Reluctantly, he gets ready for sleep,
Yet, knows it will never come,
He tossed and turns,
Half praying, half waiting,
Knowing what will happen,
In the way only a child can,

A light! It peeks through a crack,
In the door as a shadow floods the opening,
Quickly, the figure slips through the door,
And shuts it softly, but not without the,
Empty creak which has become so familiar,
The shadow climbs in beside him,
Touching his trembling leg, whispering,

“Hush little brother, it’ll be alright,
While I’m here, have no fear,
I’ll keep you safe tonight,”

He struggles and writhes,
Sadly knowing he will never,
Break the grip and prays to faint,
To loss all consciousness and,
Memory of that horrible night,
Just for one night without the pain,
Just for one night without, 
The cold empty feeling, 

Several years pass, too many to count, 
A single call, one he had never expected,
He rushes to the hospital to find, 
His tormentor for so many years,
Lying on a cold, hard bed,
Able to move, but only by pushing a button,
Able to speak, but only with a whisper,

He stays by him for weeks, caring for him,
Reading to him, watching over him,
Still suffering, still unable to move, 
He takes his brother home, 

The day goes on, moving slow as all,
The evening comes and he,
Watches once more as the sun sets,
Carefully watching, Orange to red,
Red to purple, and as the purple turns to black,
He walks into the room where his brother lies,
Slowly, he sits next to him, holding a pillow,
Stroking his head whispering,

“Hush big brother, it’ll be alright,
While I’m here, have no fear,
I’ll keep you safe tonight,”

The difference between right and wrong,
Can be hard to find,
But who’s there to see you,
When justice is blind?



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I Can Always Pretend

The cold touch of the metal
On my soft bare skin
The turn out can only be fatal
Ill do this with a grin
No one can ever tell
That i even feel this way
Depression doesnt ring their bell
But i know that this is the day
The day this all ends
The day that i fade
The day i make amends
The day i wont be afraid
Iv hidden it for so long
No ones ever known
Im not really this strong
The real me has never been shown
This metal razor is cold
On my oh so soft bare skin
The move im making will be bold
When i decide to let depression win
My life cut short
My life gone
My life had no support
My life is done
This razor now bloody
With a smile on my face
No movement from my body
My smile not out of place
Lying on the floor
Note tucked in my hand
Please do not ignore
For this is what it read
"I ended it for you
I ended it so be happy
Its what i had to do
I even made it snappy
You were the one
That i chose
You made me numb
And let me go
My life had its ending
But see im smiling
Im still pretending
That your 'i love you' wasn't you lying"


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Just a Thought

Always around 
slightly small mostly black
think of my kids 
that's what holds me back
cracks in my heart 
such a delicate shell
tears fill my eyes 
my eyes start to swell
try to be a new me 
no drugs no liquor
now my eyes open wide 
more reasons to pull the trigger
thought it was real 
did you mean what you said
starting to see the truth 
make the target my head
holding back so much pain 
but still some leaks out
no one to talk to 
feel better with cold metal in my mouth
no peace in my soul
it will not rest
another thought comes to mind
aim straight for my chest
even then I cry
thinking of taking a last breath
seriously thinking without me
would the children be best
feeling like a criminal
I've committed no theft
here is a person that's broken
I have nothing left
I'll walk away now 
before I do something stupid
stop leaving it around
one day I might use it
no, no.... I can't
gotta remember my babies
this is a silent prayer I'm tormented
God please save me


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Die alone and born again

The man with the plastic bug in his head
monopolized my dreams last night
in the place that the horsefly of my dignity
finally surrender to the impresario without a fight.

Seven days and 7 hours transplanted in my memorabilia
reminding the rustiness of the purple child
flatterers danced beneath the clouds of melancholy
and morality spreader the master plan inside my mind.

The disinheritance of my immortality the final day
discouraged my desire to see the forbidden love
restored my will to escape
manipulated the deep of the uncertainty above.

Released from the plastic bug in my head
try to cover my yellow child in the purple sky
laughing,singing,whispering,playing
seven days and seven hours before he dies.


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Moon Walk on Your Grave

Moon Walk on Your Grave

A life begun in stardom,
now, ending up in shame.
Relentless media, cruel world,
who then is there to blame.

A sadness inside,
no tears on your face.
The pain all but over,
mass confusion erase.

In wonder we watch,
can a life be explained?
Can't surface your agony,
under facade you remained.

Let's focus on the talent,
musical joy that you gave.
In peace now I pray,
moon walk on your grave.

© Rene' Brady 2009


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The longest conversation

I forgot Him who stood by me all this time
Now with nothing left I go back to Him
And He soothes me with a soft hand
Strokes my hair tells me its all about to end
My pain  my guilt its Him who's left
He tells me its a choice I have to make
Death is always an option never self imposed
He told me He is not cruel, He loves me a lot
When I cry in the corner , He wipes my tears
Life might be unfair , but death is not
A new beginning is all what I want
He told me I have never let go of faith
Even when I sinned or betrayed
He sighed when I made mistakes
He smiled at the lessons learned
He looked at me when I looked away
He was there to talk when no one was
He saved me from so much that could have gone wrong
I drifted away , He brought me back
He showed me the way , when I was lost
He trusted me but I trusted no one
Now when I gave up He came to me again
I looked for everyone , never thought its Him
Asked Him , how did I find you?
He said I am amongst those pieces of your broken heart
I was shocked , you were here all this time?
Yes I was always in your beating heart
I felt the pain more than you did
Every time you cried, i was crying with you
Did they realize they stabbed me when they hurt this heart
It bleeds with my pain and some of yours
We are one maryam, all hearts combined
Man will never realize , its the same for all of us
You have to keep breaking your heart to discover me
You look astonished , is it hard to believe?
I replied , you dwell in the heart and I have hurt some too
Yes , I felt that more than they did boo
I am sorry , I don't know why you are still with me
Because I can't let you go , you are a part of me
He said , man is guilty but how soon he forgets
I love all , more than a mother who begets
You are scared of hell, is that why you pray?
The fire is more powerful, then the love I display?
You have been given free will to perceive
Fear of my brutality is not what I need
They think I'm unfair , ruthless and cruel
some scared to say , I know , I made you fool
You've made your own ways of getting close to me
Everyway I adore , I acknowledge everything you do
Universe is love , not some punishment and rules
Believe that I am, and the truth appears to you
If I wanted slaves, I would give you no will
Man is made to discover , man is made to choose
I listen and I watch , I never let you go
You are so dear to me,every unique soul
So its your decision now, come see more
Death is just the beginning of what you really are


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Fey Fallow Heath

Sheathed beneath fey 
Fallow heath; 
Ever reclining, ne’er still, 

Strenuous tendons, canvassed abruptly, 
Sewn and cast upon the ochre ash baize; 
Shards slanderous, prosaic splinters, 
Obituaries embroidered, solely trough grace. 

Sheathed beneath fey 
Fallow heath; 
Ever reclining, ne’er still, 

Ether let heathers, tore, tread an’ scorn,
Wheaten wore sought, tethered ought- 
Shorn, praised amidst, timorous gaze, 
Obituaries embroidered, solely trough grace.

Sheathed beneath fey 
Fallow heath; 
Ever reclining, ne’er still.


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Moving On?

As the sun caresses the world
In her warm embrace to wake us,
	I held you.
Like a toddler boldly stepping forth
Into the wondrous adventure awaiting,
	I taught you.
Admirer, collector, connoisseur of the fine,
I found so much to admire in you,
	I appreciated you.
Eyes twinkling starlight, impish grin,
I learned much and you taught me to play,
	I grew with you.
The glow of life, a bundle of joy,
You gave me my dream of having a family,
	I was you.
Romeo was just a passing fling,
My love was King … none surpassed my strength,
	I loved you.
Days now are just empty minutes,
My new quest to find peace and move on,
	I forgive you.
Cheeks wet, heart heavy, spirit strong,
Mind firmly stuck on dusty, old Memory Lane,
	I miss you.


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The Old Rugged Cross Suffered The Worlds Greatest Loss

 

My favorite of songs is The Old Rugged Cross.
   The most tragic of days was the worlds’ greatest loss.
For sinners that day were all given their chance.
   His Father in heaven could not even bear to look not even one glance.
Forgive them He prayed as His life’s blood ran down to the ground.
   Can you picture Him there wearing that thorny old crown?
On that hill so far away, sad but precious memories were made.
    Born of a virgin mother in the tomb He was laid.
Death could not hold Him, death would not last.
    Three days in that tomb, so long ago, death too it would pass.
He arose and was seen by many it was said.
    Our Savior arose from the grave and no longer was dead.
As He gave His final words to His apostles and friends.
    He ascended to the clouds but they knew they would see Him again.
He made us a promise He would rule once again.
     I feel that day is coming we’re reaching the end.
The prophecies that abound.
     With each new day they seem to be coming unwound.
Are you ready my friend for the Millennium Reign?
     Are have you sunk to wearing the mark worn by Cain?
Sacrifices my friend we all have to do.
    Just look at Jesus and the sacrifice He made, was made just for you .
So on that hill so far away I kneel at the thought.
    With His precious blood my cleansing was bought.
And what have we learned, or did He die just for nought?
    I look to Jesus and His love I have sought.
He must come first in all that we do.
    And when the day comes you’ll see I speak true.
                       


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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


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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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Arms of Love

Arms Of Love Who was this woman we called mother Who we look at like no other Who was suppose to keep us safe and never, never, hurt us Did she not see our pain that day Did she not hear our cries What did she have to gain by taking away our lives When she closes her eyes at night Does she see our faces Does she look at us in fright and wish she could trade places We are safe now Wrapped up in arms of love and we will never have to be afraid of someone that we love


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Dear DaD

Dear DaD,
Please do not think of me and weep. 
I did not die on that dim lit street.
I'm the sun that shines on you in a warm loving way. 
I'm the son you'll reunite with on some future day.
I'm the young man in your car whom you taught how to drive. 
I'm the little boy who looked up to you as I walked by your side.
I'm the sound of children laughing full of happiness and glee. 
Do you recall how much I'd laugh when you'd often tickle me?
I'm all those Birthdays and Christmas Holidays that you never forgot.
You would shower me with presents whether I was a good boy or not.
I know that you miss me, that's why I show up 
in your dreams as a child or sometimes grown up,
but after the dream has ended, you awaken feeling sad.
Perhaps this will cheer you up.
You Were The Greatest Dad I Could Have Ever Had.
You took me out camping and taught me how to swim.
We'd race and play games and you'd always let me win.
You took me bike riding every morning before school.
All my friends used to tell me, "Your dad's really cool."
I'm all of those bright blue eyed boys that you occasionally see
who all seem to have a striking resemblance of me.
So please Dad, don't ever think of me and cry.
My Presence Is All Around You.
I will never die.

Your Loving Son Always,

Michael 

 05/04/1974 - 10/27/1991
You Will Never Be Forgotten
You Will Always Be Loved
Rest In Peace My Beloved Son

"To the one held responsible and accountable for my son's death.
To the one responsible for taking my son's last dying breath.
To the one who caused so much misery and sorrow to your family and mine.
To the one found guilty of manslaughter who has now served his time.
If you are truly remorseful, then I've only one last thing to say to you.
If you are truly remorseful then I Forgive 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…


Details | Light Poetry | |

Angel of Death

I see that they are grieving,
But I know I'll be ok,
The Angel sitting next to me,
Has come to take away...
The doubts that I am having,
All the pain that I am in,
Forgiving my discretions,
And the last time that I sinned...
The loved ones that surround me,
Drown in tears of disbelief,
As I try and raise my hand,
To bring some solace to their grief...
But the rhythm of deep thumping,
Of my heartbeat thru the bed,
Resonates a fading frequency,
That's slowing down instead...
As the Angel helped me rise,
After taking my last breath,
Took a look into my eyes,
And blessed the body that was left 
I don't know just what I'm feeling,
But I'm glad it took so long,
As I float above the ceiling,
Filling gospel with my song...

 In the distance I see heaven,
Just beyond some pearly gates,
And I hope the lord is willing,
To forgive all my mistakes...
I'll miss my friends and family,
But dare not turn around,
As they celebrate the life of me,
Without making a sound...
You see there's something deeper,
So someday they'll understand,
When their Angel becomes keeper,
They will gently take their hand...
And point in a direction,
That they'be never seen before,
Which may seem like reflections,
Looking thru another door...
Immaculate attire,
And the robe that I am in,
Will never cast a shadow,
Since the light comes from within...
Now I'm on the other side,
With angels next to me,
Though my body may have died,
An angel set me free...


 


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The Spirital Womb

The tragedy of a Miracle started today
Our Lord’s brutalized body passed away 

Of all the tragedies in the history of man
This is one I try to grasp, but never can

For some reason I find it impossible to see
We crucified the greatest man in our history

Through all of the gain and all of the loss
It was a predestined coin man had to toss

I wonder how Pilot must have felt that day
He washed cowards hands in a cowardly way

Beaten and tortured, his skin ripped to shreds
As a thorny crown dug holes into Jesus’ head

While nailed to the cross he had one final goal
Through the mercy of love he saved another soul

He saved that soul and then our Lord Jesus died
Can you imagine the countless tears that were cried?

As we all know Jesus' body was placed into a tomb
To my minds eye it was no less than a spiritual womb 

And from inside that womb salvation was born
For the tomb was found empty come Sunday morn

This is not how the story ends it is only how it starts
The Lord now lives up inside each one of our hearts

Even those lost in Prison, the ones like I used to be
Can turn to the Lord and then they will be set free

Freedom is a thing that I think we all strive to find
It is etched in our heart and engraved in our mind

I was locked up in a cell nestled tightly away
Facing several years that I would have to pay

Up inside of that cell I made my own decree
A true miracle was taking place inside of me

I was a very evil man and I was so proud to show it
In the wink of an eye I was transformed into a Poet

I learned there is only one way to truly be free
Ask of the Lord, “ Jesus please come unto me”

And just as the Lord Jesus Christ rose up out of his tomb
We can all live with-in the comfort of his spiritual womb





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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 | Rhyme | |

ALWAYS

She laid upon a red satin cover 
Beside her laid her grief stricken lover
His tears were silent as it was hard to discover 
For his love had died in the arms of another
The music plays from the heavens that hover
The angels await to take them together


Details | Lyric | |

In My Eyes

Find a way to me. A way you will find. See the colors, In my eyes. Drain the grey, And the black. Bring the color, In my eyes. See flashing of blue, Flashes of green, Flashes of brown. If you search for me, Search for my eyes, There I will be found. See the rainbow inside. To think I went insane. You weren't mine. That's what would keep me sane. Dreams and flashbacks come into view. Thinking of what could we've been, Thinking of the pictures of you, Thinking of what we had, I knew I was doomed. See flashing of blue, Flashes of green, Flashes of brown. If you search for me, Search for my eyes, There I will be found. Much of darkness is in my eyes. Haven't you noticed I've been down? Showed my all the lies, Do you know in my tears, I drown? See flashing of blue, Flashes of green, Flashes of brown. If you search for me, Search for my eyes, There I will be found. See flashing of blue, Flashes of green, Flashes of brown. If you search for me, Search for my eyes, There I will be found. There I will wait, There I will cry, There I will relate, There I will die. ~ORIGINAL~ <3 Evalina Elena Eshiii E>


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Before Her Heart Stopped Beating

Before her heart stops beating
Before it's too late
She has things to say
Things that just can't wait

This pain she's lived with
Has made her push people away
She thought she wasn't worth it
So they weren't allowed to stay

But before her heart stops beating
Before it's too late
She has things she must say
Things that can no longer wait

To her parents,
She's sorry she couldn't hold on
As she lays there while
Her lasts breaths are being drawn

To her family,
Everyone who showed her love
She's sorry she couldn't stay
She had too many things she couldn't get rid of

To her friends,
She's sorry, too
It wasn't their fault
They did everything they could do 

To the guy she left
Waiting for an answer to his question, "Why?"
She's sorry, but she knew
It would be a hard goodbye 

To anyone else
She may've left out
She promises to remember you
When she gets to the end of her route

But before her heart stopped beating
She spoke the words that could no longer wait
Even though her words would reach us 
Too late


Details | Free verse | |

Loss for Eternity

in the distance i see you
and i call you back;
I WANT YOU BACK........
and you turn....

look at me
with a split-second
of for-EVER in your eyes

then...as you are
so good at doing
you use that 
devil i don't care
smile

and disappear
right there
in the crystal
swirling liquid 
of my tears

there is a whispering...
"i will wait....
yes, i will wait
next time."

by janetta


Details | Ballad | |

life in america

 HAD HER REALLY FEELING LIKE THAT SHE COULDN'T GO TO SCHOOL   
in            her heart i n her body she froze  mevmerize by the  time that she had to 
into her body man that dude


Details | Free verse | |

Fields of the Black Rose

Flowing fields of black 
Roses the hue of night 
Dark meadow take me home 
Relieve me of my fright 
And take me back. 
Blackened fields of ashy rose 
Take me to my home 
Where I'll never see the sun again 
Where I'll never hate 
And never bend 
Where we only see in shades of gray 
Where summer sun has shone its last 
And November wind is here to stay. 
Where I can go forget my past 
And never have to pay 
For the things I've done. 
Blackened fields of ashy rose 
Take me to your home 
Where we all see in shades of gray 
And I can rest in the coldly blowing wind. 
Forget my face forget my name 
Forget my form forget my sin 
Let me stay and waste away 
Please won't you take me in?


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

IN Disbelief @ Elizabeth Ruff

I seen a deepness, hard to describe, it was in only one man's eyes the pain was 
there and I could see. But in disbelief I did not go. I wish that I  could go back 
again so I could call this man a friend. He was caught in a soul with no relief, the 
soul  was searching for just belief. But i can't find the reason why it travels in time 
in disbelief. I wonder why that I can't seek I think it's further then I can reach but 
for some reason I regret the soul I search is only 
death.                                                                Dedicated   Howard Hughes


Details | Elegy | |

Everyday Regrets

        Every Everyday I feel the same old mistakes brushing up my leg and heading 
striaght for my heart. Trying make me sting... stupid memories, I can't shake them away 
and they just make me feel everyday regrets. I knew you were leaving, I could feel it 
inside. Yet it seemed like life just kept moving on... it never let me stop for a minute 
to see how you were doing and I blame myself for not saying good bye. Sometimes I cry 
when I think about you... sometimes I wonder why I didn't just go see you. One more 
mistake and my heart keeps on aching. I'm not ready for this but even so it kills me. 
Everyday regrets about the times i'll never forget and the things I never got to say. I 
know your looking down on me trying to console me but in my mind everything went wrong 
and I wasn't even there... you just passed right along and I couldn't even hold your 
hand. I wanted to be there... I had grown up a lot since this ever ending roller coaster 
ride and just as I was getting off the dizziness still hadn't worn off. You were taking 
away in the middle of the night... I wasn't even there and that makes me sad. I didn't 
hear you voice... I didn't show any remorse and it hurts me deep inside that I will never 
see your heart beat again or see you talk to me like you used to do. Everyday Regrets and 
I keep on blaming myself in a story that just won't ever end and will continue until I 
see your face again. I won't forget, I will remember... I disappointed you and that's all 
I can say for now goodbye is hardly the words I ever wanted to say. But now your gone and 
i'm living with everyday regrets.


Details | Rhyme | |

Crack Killed AppleJack

He was just too blind to see that death lived in the rock house
not allowing himself to live as a man 
he died as a mouse
I have made a vow to let go and let GOD
reaching out to a higher power than myself to overcome this battle with a beast
opened arms will welcome back into the fellowship 
to say the least
Just for this moment I have not used
I choose not to live or die as AppleJack
I have the strength to jump back 
sick and tired of being sick and tired of this repititious cycle
temporarily insanity
taking the cowards way out
my heart mind soul opens and shout
FREE YOURSELF
without a doubt
I have a story to tell 
my experince strength and hope 
helping someone else to go a different path
WARNING: CRACK KILLS
your valuable brains cells
it kills your desire to think positive
daunting your spirit
you will not be able to see the light at the end of the tunnel
you might as well close your eyes as you frantically search through the night with 
arms outstretched in front of you
moving left to right 
up and down
wearing a frown
ready to cry
hoping you don't die
but death you sometimes want over life
because like AppleJack 
you were just to blind to see that death lived in the rock house



Details | Narrative | |

To What Do We Owe Thee?

To what do we owe thee for the sacrifice of your son?
The shedding of His precious blood to show love for everyone.
The death of Christ was necessary to save us from our sin,
For the glory of our Heavenly Father, life and peace within.
The gift of salvation was our God's compassionate plan,
As He included all mankind from each and every land.
The emblem of the rugged cross was filled with suffering and shame,
But eternal life was God's purpose all in Jesus' name.
At first Jesus spoke not a word, as He hung there on the cross,
The propitiator for all our sins, so we would not be lost.
As the hour neared for Christ's death, He murmured a forgiving word,
He directed His wish and last request as He looked upon the Lord.
"Forgive them Father",  Jesus said,  "For they know not what they do",
Through pain and anguish, He stayed on the cross just to save me and you.
Jesus' mission was accomplished when He hung His head and died,
The nails driven in His hands and feet, two thieves hung by His side.
The victory of death was heartbreaking, and it seemed all hope was gone,
But now our Saviour Jesus Christ sits right hand on the throne.
What an awesome act of love, delivered with no charge or fee,
To God be the glory for all He's done, everlasting life is free!




Details | I do not know? | |

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.


Details | Bio | |

Trying Times

Trying Times

Can I maintain this life
Without begging Christ 
To save me 
From the life he gave me 
Can I walk to the plot
To where lays my father death spot
And stand over his grave 
His life is with me acknowledgement
I’m is daughter but I wasn’t with him his last dying days
Tears seem to not fall from my eyes 
Because I know emotion will not grow him back 
And the last words that utter from my mouth will be with me until the day that I’m 
dead they are now un-depart able bitter words that has now been said

They say Gods give you nothing you can’t bare 
Trying time he’s given me trying times is in me 

I dream of some better days 
As a young child proven educate with good grades
Wanted to be a woman at a young age 
Started working on my life 
Tried to blackout every thing in my life that went wrong 
Even as a minor I promise god that all my struggling was going to  make me 
strong
But lost in the mine set that I had no one to carry with me 
Turn my back on the people that had given me life 
Told  them I didn’t need them so forget their advice 
I broke them down to the same feeling that rooted  bitterness 
Spoke for me took hostage over my pride 
But each heart beat I wanted I wanted them to reach for me because all I wanted 
was to be their child 

They say Gods give you nothing you can’t bare 
Trying times he’s given me trying times is in me 

Fast I was moving 
Tried I was getting 
Still I wasn’t not going to stop 
Because I  will never give up 
I instill in myself as long as I don’t misused my body and educate my mine 
There was nothing that could harm me Nothing
Suddenly  everything that  I was reaching for turn around and ran from me
And for the first time in my life I wanted good to save me 
I barely stop myself from falling to my knees begging him to free me 
For now I could see 
My daddy deceased 
My mother sickly 
And soon I will be a woman 
For I will be no ones child 
I feel as if I’m not ready 

They say Gods give you nothing you cant bare
Trying time he’s given me trying times is in me






Details | Lyric | |

True Love

As my mind began to corrode.
I never knew what price I owed.
You went to the underworld,
and I followed you to Hell.
My soul was strong enough to break away,
and you tried to fight off the devil in vain.

I found those chains melting away
And I heard you calling my name.
I wanted to leave you behind.
I wanted to watch you suffer.
I found my conscience and I hatefully helped you.
You smiled at me even through all of your pain,
And my thoughts of anger floated away.

I realized that I still loved you.


Details | I do not know? | |

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)


Details | I do not know? | |

Live Today

Calling to me
Saying its ok
Be free cares will leave
On the table full of life it awaits

Eyes spot the bottle
Brown liquid as pretty as Gold
Grabbing my heart and soul
Best friend won't let me down

Alone bleeding heart drips
Telling my friend please stay
Don't leave so not alone and lost
Hand reaches out pours new life

Mouth opens bottle is dry
My friend has left
In sorrow here I sit
Drifting away mind goes blank

Awakend sick shaken mind racing
Lying in a pool of cold sweat
Deamons dancing in my head
Chasing tormenting death is near

Running racing fear in the air
Knowing the last breath leaves
Empty drained falling to the ground
Begging for forgiveness tears pour down

Top of the hill in sight
Climbing pacing each step made
Not looking behind so don't stumble down
Eyes focused missing distractions on the ground

Soul comes to life 
New breath taken
Fullfilled set free
No pain in line for me

Taking my time to reach a goal
Staying sober not saying NO!
Having arrived sanity reached
Live for today just for today


Details | Kimo | |

What is Truth?

Truth is true even when the facts may change;
Though facts are correct, Truth is 
Right and can change the facts.


Details | I do not know? | |

Solomon Mahlangu: My Blood will Nourish the Tree that will Bear the Fruits of Freedom

(special thanks to a friend who shared this tribute to Solomon Mahlangu)



Solomon Mahlangu: My Blood will Nourish the Tree that will Bear the Fruits of Freedom:



Solomon Mahlangu was trained as an MK soldier with a view to later rejoining the struggle in the country.


He left South Africa after the Soweto Uprising of 1976 when he was 19 years old, and was later chosen to be part of an elite force to return to South Africa to carry out a mission commemorating the June 16th 1976 Soweto student uprising.


After entering South Africa through Swaziland and meeting his fellow comrades in Duduza, on the East Rand (east of Johannesburg), they were accosted by the police in Goch Street in Johannesburg.


In the ensuing gun battle two civilians were killed and two were injured, and Mahlangu and Motloung were captured while acting as decoys so that the other comrade could go and report to the MK leadership.


Motloung was brutally assaulted by the police to a point that he suffered brain damage and was unfit to stand trial, resulting in Mahlangu facing trial alone.


He was charged with two counts of murder and several charges under the Terrorism Act, to which he pleaded not guilty.


Though the judge accepted that Motloung was responsible for the killings, common purpose was argued and Mahlangu was found guilty on two counts of murder and other charges under the Terrorism Act.


On 15 June 1978 Solomon Mahlangu was refused leave to appeal his sentence by the Rand Supreme Court, and on 24 July 1978 he was refused again in the Bloemfontein Appeal Court.


Although various governments, the United Nations, International Organizations, groups and prominent individuals attempted to intercede on his behalf, Mahlangu awaited his execution in Pretoria Central Prison, and was hanged on 6 April 1979.


His hanging provoked international protest and condemnation of South Africa and Apartheid.


In fear of crowd reaction at the funeral the police decided to bury Mahlangu in Atteridgeville in Pretoria.


On 6 April 1993 he was re-interred at the Mamelodi Cemetery, where a plaque states his last words:


‘My blood will nourish the tree that will bear the fruits of freedom.

Tell my people that I love them.

They must continue the fight.’



Mahlangu died for a cause!



Salute!



The Struggle Continues…




(special thanks to a friend who shared this tribute to Solomon Mahlangu)


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 | Elegy | |

Stranger


My heart egos and my life drained from me
Simple life I live, I act as I know all
But I know not, no, not even a little
I earnestly seek for recognitions
But my life and my heart is a hole.
An empty vessel, soulless, loveless

I have been succumb by the pain of heart aches
I have become a broken man,
Know not what my future holds
I envy those who went before me, who were acknowledge

I hold on to the little shred of hope in me, 
I am being drowned by my own sorrows.
Love, hate, a new beginning and ending of my old self never seems to happen
My wrath against my enemies is nothing for they humor me with insults.
Let not death come to me in misery and despair, 
For life is full of joy and full of sorrows.

Love me, as who would love a stranger from nowhere.
Let my sorrows be taken away by the love of many
But at last, no one would.
Don’t cry for me, for no one knows me
They came before my grave and said “who is this man?”
“Why is the name not written?”
It is not written because I am nothing
Don’t shed a tear for the stranger such as me.

Life is like a dream on a calm sea,
As the captain gracefully steer and gently moves its rudder.
The passenger puts their lives in his hands,
A calm sea is the heaven of any sailor.
“So, where is my captain?”
The wind blows every so gently,
But my heart sinks gently into the sea;
Who will mourn for the stranger?

Drowned from my grief, 
My faith begins to waver like a ship tossed around by the winnowing wind
My heaven, my calm sea turns against me as I sail the Galilean sea
“Where are thy words that calm the raging storm?”
Ay! I have no peace even in my passing.
I have not thy words of command,
For my faith has been tossed away by the hating winds,  
Shallow, empty, and broken I lay here in an unnamed grave.

Only thy mercy will guide me to the third heaven!
Let my sorrows be washed away by the blood of the innocent lamp.
Let thy words be the honey drops for mine, 
As this world knows only lies
Blinded by greed and lust, 
They seek only to destroy of what they fear.
And my sorrows are tossed away by thy promises.
For thy compassion for lost sheep is great.

"Have I found peace?"
I have, for I know my heart is at rest when my body has aged
And my salvation has come
When I died with thy Words of truth


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Love came down at Christmas

L Long ago travelled Kings
O Opened their minds to prophecies
V Visiting from afar they brought gifts of Gold, Fracincense and Myrrh
E Eastern Star guiding them lighting the way

C Company of Heavenly Host
A Allelujah! Angels appeared to Shepherds, telling Savior born
M Manger for bed wrapped in cloths in Town of David
E Evangelically proclaimed Christ the Lord

D December 25th designated day
O On which we recollect
W Why/way Christ entered our world
N Nativity only part of His story

A A new testament
T Tells of new covenant between God and His people

C Christ's coming to Earth
H Hailed as new born King, Holy
R Risen Lord, righteous redeemer, 
I Intercedes for us as
S Spiritual Saviour to save sinners souls
T Time for Truth, Trust, Trinity
M Man's belief in God of Love,  
A As Father Son and Holy Spirit
S Shall be saved


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Tender of Roses

Beloved, lovely roses: gift of God and lover’s flower,
Spread your colored petals and cradle tender showers.
While admiring the blossoms with their beauty to behold,
Ought we not to know the Tender of such lovely garden groves?

For He lovingly and thoughtfully wields His pruning shears
To cut away the stems of old for fuller future years.
He cultivates and feeds them. He attends them as a Father
Looking daily to their needs; so faithfully He waters.

From the dawn of morning dew until the setting sun arrays
Caring always for His own until that great appointed day…
When the Gardener comes to claim each one the earth held as its own.
He gently picks it at its peak and for His pleasure takes it home.

As God did one glorious morning, when the Perfect Rose had bloomed.
He rolled away the stone and met with Mary at the tomb.
There the sweetest Rose of Sharon rose that we die not alone.
But be gathered for a garden grove, surrounding heavens throne.


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Confession

Confession


A mind filled with mazes
A heart to cold it shivers at warmth.
Has seen the good
The bad of the world.
To distant from life from others
To understand another feelings,
To torn to speak more then three words.
But for you I look with kindly eyes
And a soften smile.
To you I make this confession.
I be dark but you shine a light
With a gaze.
My heart is cold and nearly brittle  away
But with one touch from you ,
Keeps it in tact with two.
Every memory of my past
Disappear when I gaze into your eyes.
I feel like our conversation could go on for hour,
Mountains  of useless words and pointless subjects.
I tell you this
This is a confession, I send to you.
Even though you left me alone,
So many years ago.
This is the love confession that was always meant for you.


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A Homeless Man Named Sam- Part 1

Hebrews 13:2 "Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares."
 
"Authors Note: This is a true short story/poem of my strange encounter with a dear, homeless man named Sam.
 This happened in 1992, when I was living in Grass Valley, Ca. These are not actual pictures of Sam, but they remind me of him in so many ways. We should care about people, all people, homeless or otherwisez'
 ***Dedicated to Sam*** ____________________________________________________ 
Part 1
He stood alone on the corner on a local, busy, traveled street
 In ragged clothes holding a sign standing in the cold or heat
 “Anything Helps,God Bless", it says, on his small cardboard sign
 "I’d appreciate whatever you give, even a nickel or a dime".
 Most all the drivers pass him by, seeming not to care
 But every time I see him, I feel such a need to share 

I’ve seen him at other places in that same part of town
 A place where the homeless go; those that are lonely and down
 There’s a shelter down the street, a couple of blocks away
 It’s called “Open Door Mission” a place where the homeless stay
 
I want to cry when I see this place, full of children, women and men
 Driving down by the Mission down on Nicholas Street, I see them picking through dirty, garbage bins
 Glad when they find a piece of clothing, or joyful for some aluminum cans
 
Some people think it’s shameful when others are down, or in such paltry jams
 I think to myself, “How can they feel this way, it could be them or me”!
 “Open your eyes”, I want to yell out loud, “Isn’t this the land of the free”? 
How far have we come from this ideal, 'Land of the Free, Home of the Brave”?
 On our holiday, the Fourth of July, does that saying mean the same today?
 


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My Love

My love I can not find you anywhere, 
I feel like I lost my soul somewhere, 
because you are my soulmate, 
and us being apart can not be fate. 

You did not leave because you wanted to, 
It just was just something you had to do. 

I was not right, All I wanted to do was fight, 
and knowing you was the love of my life, 
yet I would not make you my wife. 

I know that's what you really wanted 
and now I am feeling haunted, 
by the things I should have done, 
and you being the only one 
I ever loved and will love forever, if it was'nt for me we will still be together. 
 
But you are gone 
and I can not go on, 
so I must say good-bye, I'm leaving myself to die.


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The Day My Uncle Died



The Day My Uncle Died...

I was thinking about the smile on my uncle’s face….
This was a before he would “leave this place."

I'll never forget the words shortly before he died.
The more I thought about it, the more I cried.

He said, "you know Jimmy I wish I got to know you better."
I never received another phone
 call or even a letter.

A few days later he was ready to go to a funeral.
But it was also him who received a burial.

I was shocked and amazed as to what happened.
The events took place. There was no way
 I could "stop them."

Memories I had were from many years ago.
I often think about him.    And I do miss him so!

I suppose many don't take the time to realize...
How quickly life passes... 
Then someone dies.

Perhaps there's someone in your
 life you can think of…
There's been a situation that you're
embarrassed to "speak of/"

A harsh word said, and angry thought was spoken.
And soon your relationship has been "broken."

This may be a good time with this person to spend.
Irregardless if they're what you'd call a "friend."

Everyone is important to God who reigns above.
We need to be filled with his mercy and love.

The person you haven't seen shall one day disappear...
The days are short...  Our journey's end is so near!

May God speak to our heart and help us to see...
Where will you and I be spending our eternity???

By Jim Pemberton


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Happiness in a Wrong way

Happiness in a Wrong way – Zamreen Zarook

In the notion of seeking happiness,
I thought of stepping in to nonsense,
I dream I could find success,
But I had only little access.

Every attempt that I lend,
It was an utter failure at the end,
My life was full of difficult bend,
But God is always there as a good friend.

My deeds travel in various ways,
Some times in subways,
Or in times it goes in highways,
But I had the belief, God is there always.

North and south families surrounded,
East and west friends are rounded,
Every time fear on death soughed,
I am trapped, and my merits are loaded.


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Roses

Oh, I see roses in your eyes
we're put here only to face demise
this unknown road we walk is torn
yet of this world, we are born
some rich, some poor
some always seem adored
some black, some white
who's better? a non-sense fight
money is nothing, a temporal illusion
it only wreaks havoc and causes confusion
race is a color and I am colorblind
sexuality is sexuality why should others mind?
as for religion, it causes many pain
however, it's the only reason man's still sain
would you say born rich is an advantage
it's of no importance, either way
each and every, is put to the test 
will you be remembered? or forgotten like the rest?


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Why all this Destructions

Why all this Destructions? – Zamreen Zarook

God created this whole universe for the mankind,
He gave everything lavishly, thinking that we might be kind,
Even though people are able, they seems to be blind,
Whereas people failed to mind.

The sky which was created for the man started to scream and cry,
Since good morals and ethics were decry,
The fire started to do the mimicry,
As the water lands cannot bear, it came to man with a battle cry.

Land couldn't hold and it started to gorge,
Fresh air merged with chemicals and started to urge,
Whatever created for the man have started to over charged,
Stop evil and let the merits be enlarged.


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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.


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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


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MY UNIQUE LINE : JSL -------A Day Of Ones In The Sun---

Inundating radiant sunshine beams down on my face fervently tracing crows feet nearing the frown I can taste obliterating tear streaks transmitting them into the depths of outer space introducing an iridescent spectrum of piercing waves golden ears fear in the race Electromagnetic oscillation inspiring me to rely religiously upon solar energy photosynthesis eradicating unwanted toxins by chasing them vehemently So on this sacred date of "ONE"… negative energy is trumped by the positive tsunami of the sun and as she dares me to stare into her face of grace ninety three million miles away… I sigh as her radiance blasts my face in such a merciful way suddenly my shaking knees give way to an epiphany that this day is laced with sanctity Finally the world's eyes feast upon an auspicious uniformed alignment five ones standing side by side gold adorned a spiritual aspirant making change the world will see... "The Sun's Seven" pronouncing a unified spirituality
* Entrance for P.d.'s "Unique Line" Contest-----This poem's title is unique "A Day of Ones In the Sun" because it describes a very special and unique calendar date 11-1-1. But if you missed it... don't worry or let your eyes get blurry with tears cus' 11-11 's comin' in a hurry to relinquish your fears.....so yes there will be another day of ones on 11-11-1! tho' I can't promise you at the Soup that the 11th will be filled with sun!------I believe my poetry, like many others on this amazing site, has a fresh variety, inspired by life and everything in it! I hope you enjoy my lines like :"the world's eyes feast upon an auspicious uniformed alignment five ones standing side by side gold adorned a spiritual aspirant"


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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 | 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 | Personification | |

True Bliss






Contemplate and meditate
      That the truth
           - Shall -
   See the light of reality
With-in the realm of possibility:






Gary Fields
Poet/Author


Details | Ballade | |

Christian Cross

Head hung low, I walk the street-
Timid to feel the hangman's loss-
Every step on my blistered feet-
Takes me closer to, the Christian cross-
With every second, my soul does exhaust-
Heat-ridden cheeks from tears I cry-
Hide my eyes my shame is discreet-
Explain to me God, why must I die?

You say the hunger game I did cheat-
I see on that hangman's rope your hands across-
How close I was to starvation beat-
Why must  I die for naught but sauce-
On bread instead of my usual moss-
I hope you see my little child cry-
Although to you unjust is a treat-
Hold him God on the day he will die-

With my head hung low, I walk the street-
My family will feel the hangman;s loss-
No more will I walk upon these blistered feet-
Family go, live your life by the Christian Cross-
For my soul is tired, don't let your life exhaust-
My dear sweet loved ones there is no need to cry-
No more reason for you to stand all so discreet-
I am happy at last, on the day that I die-

I will live the rest of my life upon a Christian's Cross-
These murderers relax themselves on their own lie-
In a few short moments I won't feel anymore loss-
I will lift up my head and all so proudly I will die-


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over and over agin

sometimes i talk to myself, 
my mind is racing,
i dont know what to do...
so hard to explain.
depression isn't a stage
or a faze some kids go through
it shatters you...
i saw it all. 
she cried silent in her bed,
blood stains covered her favorite jeans,
her every shirt,
long sleeve ofcourse...
she suffered through it all with few people to call friend
and more to call enemy
even more to say where quite dissappointed....
FAT
her first name in school,
not started by a bully
or a mean rival,
but by her sister, 
and it echoed through her soul,
repeating in her mind... over and over again,
like the ripples of still water
when a pebble is dropped
flash frozen in time
repeating,
over and over again...
It was the first name they gave her,
millions where created over the years,
some unique
some repeating again, just as the first had..
gothic they called her,
emo, fat, ugly....worse things.
but in her mind, things where worse.
everything was repeating,
over and over again,
finally she believed it. 
she asked for help, from everyone
tried to explain to parents she wasnt well,
got called a psycho for asking to see a theripist,
not from a teacher,
not from a class mate,
but from her own father, who wouldn't, couldn't,
believe there could possibly be a thing wrong....
finally, crying, she confessed her bloody secret to a teacher.
rather then giving her time,
she is sent back to class crying her eyes out, as if she wherent going through enough...
she is sent to the principals office a few minutes later, after breaking down in class...
the princlipal says she needs help,
sends her and her dad for a risk evaluation,
her dads crying as she shows him her cuts...
they walk into a hospital room, 
it smells of chemicals and hand sanitizer,
the lady at the desk gives her a smile.
then she goes into a room with a lady,
her cheeks are sunken in and shes wearing way too much makeup,
the girl is gaging on her perfume,
and she looks really intimidating....
her dark brown hair looks dead and flat
even though its a bit wavy, 
and she wears somewhat of a mocking frown.
asks her all these questions,
is mommy beating her?
no
is daddy raping her?
no
is she doing drugs?
not alot
is anyone beating her?
pass...
did anyone molest her? 
pass....
oxcarbezapine, trazadone, citalipran, clinazapam, colonipan,
valium, lithium, more.......
and thats what they gave her,
more... 
some numbed the pain
some brought it out
tearing through her organs,
she became an addict by the time she was fourteen....
over dose after over dose
some for pleasure
some for pain,
gashes on her legs getting deeper,
this time she didnt tell a soul,
not even those she had come to call friends....
wakeup she screamed in her head over and over again
as she dropped weight like it was nothing....
you cant controll it she argued as things became worse. 
at age fourteen she attempted suicide,
she didnt quite succeed.
the medication took away her aappitite....
she liked it
she hated her body
hated herself
felt out of controll
found a new way to cope
as she shoved tooth brush after toothbrush down her throat
to keep her body from nuitrients...
as she whent weeks and weeks spitting food into napkins and making excuses 
I ate at my friends house....
spoken as a whisper
heard like a sentance
echoing in her mind over and over again,
along with that word, all the words,
FAT!!!!!!
ugy, anoying, stupid, fake, worthless, nothing...
one bite she would say
rocking back and forth
craving nothing but food
her body racked with hunger pain
one bite and there she was again
FAT!
over and over and over again
back to a toothbrush
this time she sees blood
she saw her ribs
she saw her bones,
it wasnt good enough,
she almost died, again....
choking on this deep dissappointment in herself,
gaging on everything they where pushing down her throat, 
their words, and their insults, their criticism.... their drugs
all shoved down her throat like candy
and just as she was was trained to do she swallowed despite the bad taste
or the hurt
or the fact that at the rate she was going she would be dead soon...
and you know why? 
because daddy yelled 
and couldnt accept what was happening
not because he wanted to hurt her
but because it hurt him,
and she let him believe,
because she could take the hurt if it meant he didnt have too.
because mommy didnt want to sit in her room all day
smoking weed
doing nothing,
practically having us raise ourselves,
she didnt mean to take anger, or frustration or hurt out on her daughter
she suffered everyday in her solitary confinement,
and from a young age she accepted her bedroom was the cage
 her mother had created for herself.
because sister didnt want to effect her the way she did
she was just frustrated
fed up with the way things where
scared, she needed someone to take her cruelty
and to help heal her pain...
because people in school
who where so cruel
had to have learned from somewhere
and she wasnt going to play into their games,
and they knew she was an easy target
because she would never attack someone so weak
and she accepted her suffering was a sacrafice
to help all these people....
to help her dad,
her mom,
her sister,
every person who was beaten abused or hurt
 and felt so weak at home they wanted to feel strong in the one safe place they had.
because depite the fact she had died inside,
and almost passed away on the out,
it was a saccrafice she was willing to make
so that no one else would have to feel that kind of pain,
and they all inflicted it and broke her down'untill there was nothing left but a shell
of somthing that could have been
and never had the chance
and why? 
because she would take it and wouldnt strike back,
because sometimes "just taking it"
isnt so much about the weakness not to do anything
but about the strangth not to hurt others the way they hurt you...


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The Emptiness of Life

Oh how frail is the life of mortals
Look at how our tongue treasures the taste of food
Without oxygen we die
We sleep as though we're dead

I've seen demagogs rising and falling
History hasn't been fair to their very great powers
In our virtues, our pride lights our vice
Oh such hypocrites at heart

Oh how our desires hook us like fish bones
Into doom we gleam
Until we see our fragile weakness on Earth
True repentance is just a dream

I've seen the Light I believe
The truth of God who lived as man
His sacrifice made me free
Oh such a hope of eternity I share


Details | I do not know? | |

The Women



The Women



(for the countless women, names unknown, who bore the brunt of Apartheid, and who fought the racist system at great cost to themselves and their families, and for my mother, Zubeida Moolla)



Pregnant, your husband on the run,
your daughter, a child, a few years old,

they hauled you in, these brutish men,
into the bowels of Apartheid's racist hell.



They wanted information, you gave them nothing,
these savage men, who skin happened to be lighter,

and white was right in South Africa back then,

but, you did not cower, you stood resolute,

you, my mother, faced them down, their power,
their 'racial superiority', their taunts, their threats.



You, my mother, would not, could not break,

You stood firm, you stood tall.

You, like the countless mothers did not break, did not fall.



You told me many things, of the pains, the struggles,

the scraping for scraps, the desolation of separation
from your beloved Tasneem and your beloved Azad,

my elder sister and brother, whom I could not grow
up with, your beloved children separated by time, by place,

by monstrous Apartheid, by brutish men,
whose skin just happened to be lighter.



You told me many things, as I grew older,
of the years in exile, of the winters that grew ever colder.

You were a fighter, for a just cause,
like countless other South African women,

you sacrificed much, you suffered the pangs,
of memories that cut into your bone, your marrow,

you resisted a system, an ideology, brutal and callous and narrow.



Yes, you lived to see freedom arrive, yet you suffered still,
a family torn apart, and struggling to rebuild a life,

all the while, nursing a void, that nothing could ever fill.



I salute you, mother, as I salute the nameless mothers,

the countless sisters, daughters, women of this land,
who fought, sacrificing it all for taking a moral stand.



I salute you, my mother, and though you have passed,
your body interred in your beloved South African soil,

you shall remain, within me, an ever-present reminder,

of the cost of freedom, the struggles, the hunger, the toil.


I salute you!



(for the brave women of South Africa, of all colours,
who fought against racial discrimination and Apartheid)






Details | Acrostic | |

Jesus

Judas betrayed Jesus’s whereabouts
End, was near
Son of God, knew this
Universe of the Son of the Divine Father, restored
Sins of man forgiven, Prince of our Universal domain, alive in the hearts of his children


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The Woman In White

It was a cold and rainy night.
The stars were shining bright.
It seemed as if the world was at a pause and not a person was in sight.
I sat quietly in my car, 
the sound of music I heard blasting from a far.
I opened my door,
stepped out slowly and looked around.
Now suddenly the music stopped,
not a word is heard, not even a sound.
I turned my head, looked over my shoulder,
I saw a woman running.
She was wearing a white gown.
I couldn't help but wonder why this woman running
flaunted such a frown.
I followed her footsteps,
I listened for the sound.
Running through the darkness,
one question came to mind,
Who would leave this woman?
Who would be so heartless?
How can someone leave her when she is so obviously distraught?
Abruptly a sound was heard.
I came to a stop.
I listened closely.
It was a gunshot.
Now fearful I stood.
I began to run as fast as I could.
I ran so fast, I could hear my heart beating.
I came upon my car and noticed a woman bleeding.
She was gasping for air.
Someone had shot her and left her to die there.
It was as if they didn't even care.
She reached for my hand,
whispered softly to me
"never trust a man"
At that moment her hand dropped.
I knew her heart had stopped.
I looked at her white gown now dripping red.
I I cried to myself and pondered what she had said.
This could be me.
I could be lying here dead.
I will remember her words always.
They will haunt me for the rest of my days.
This moment I will never forget.
No man should ever be such a threat.

This was the day my life would change.
From this day on I would never be the same.
The lesson I learned here,
never have such fear.
Fear that will keep me from being free.
I learned that I can be happy just being me.


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 | Sestina | |

Kevin's Sestina

It dawned on me as the smoke would reflect
I, in an empty space deprived of sleep
Fundamental limit to be conceived
Prelude to a dream as vivid as real
Image seared in my head, you watch me drown
The thought, persistent enough to exist

Redefine alive, draw breath to exist
In solitary moments I reflect
Your still lifeless eyes are watching me drown
To fade as though a medicated sleep
To be flawed, scared, normal is to be real
Look beyond what you see, all is conceived

Pure depth is not so easily conceived  
True belief with contempt, will it exist
Second guess or question when this is real
The failure and broken tries I reflect
Replay each moment, haunts me in my sleep
The peace I draw in hopes this too will drown

Feeling numbs as it fades, released I drown
Subjective perception no one conceived
Car crash and broken glass herd in my sleep
My eyes will count the seconds I exist
Mortality I mimic or reflect
The last deep breathe before the storm is real

If what you hold is hollow, what is real?
What we perceive society will drown
Sentiment comes to life as we reflect
Thought process seems difficult when conceived
Resentment I thought would never exist
Faith guide my words to god praying for sleep

Nameless faces blend and fall into sleep
The pain I feel, the tears I cry are real
Hostility will forever exist
Bound to the breathless screams my blood will drown
It’s the fear I chase, I have now conceived 
Discomfort I carry as I reflect
  
Warm white light is soothing, now I may sleep
Profound emotion, aftermath is real
Reassured, there’s no question I exist


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Witnesses To Sinners



I can't hear the words as they come from my mouth
I can't hear the screams as they work their way out
As I write all is seen is a blur and blank moment and
Once recovered sensed the words were written,not 
Even a look to see what was written only to know it
Was there.Sleepless night,taunt  filled faces horde my
Dreams.Have this made me fall so low no longer am I
Am I able to stand on my own to feet.How many times 
Will you make me cry before claiming only to being a 
Witness in a crime,your crime. Putting on that face
Working the crowds with amazing easily,how I hate you
Yes all the thing I think about revolve around you.
How many times have I witness myself wound my self
With your blade? As though under a spell doing as order
Without a cry to the world what made me so diligent ?
But no longer can you be a witness,No longer can I be 
A witness to these crimes that been committed.Be us both
Sinners be us both lovers be that we both be cursed 
We shall witness our sins become whole and the love in
Which we share spread further and further like the flames 
Of hades. May there be peace for sinners in the next world.
We are both witnesses and at the same time 
We are both sinners one day to become consumed by our
Own darkness how far will we fall until that moment comes?
May we be good may we be bad may we fall may we live may 
May we die or carry on we are the Witnesses We are the Sinners
To this world and the next.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Poetic PRESCRIPTION:

                               NO REFILLS---Dr. P. Soupenstein
                               Rx *7563287      BEC 11/11/11      
Seems to me,
what you need 
for healing this condition...
is something real
you can feel
to ease this mean affliction

Patient please
accept from me
this poetry prescription:

      ( <_____PUSH & TURN_____> )

Take ONE positive poem
Read ORALLY 2 times BY MOUTH -----
Every 4-6 HOURS AS NEEDED for the pain 

Blues and belly aches will dissipate
resulting in healthy energy gains 

                  WARNING!!!
-Alcohol may intensify the effect of being drowsy 
attempting to read while operating machines... 
will cause you to drive lousy.


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 | Villanelle | |

Morning mocks, evening wars

Morning mocks, evening 
wars make better strive
If must overcome heels 
in this roster
There are much beliefs in 
everlasting live.

Pieces and splits are rigid 
when alive
Devils' wraths chainless for 
many master
Morning mocks, evening 
wars make better strive.

Living worthy life begets 
ever-live
And hasten shadows 
overthrone siesta
We shall become history 
when we die

Many laws and more rules 
muse when alive
And must still to the 
opera monster
Morning mocks, evening 
wars make better strive

Surviving the tunnel 
needs better life
By being grateful to man 
and Master
We shall become history 
when we die

There are much believe 
in everlasting live
Less sojourn and final 
route to Master
Morning mocks, evening 
wars make better strive
We shall become history 
when we die


Details | Sonnet | |

Time

I want to say good night
But its night as yet to you
I can see darkness now
If maybe you never left

I have to say good night
Darkness has defeated me
Only your love can resurrect me
I am afraid to go now
But I have to go and live under the shads
Love me to my silent place

Good night when you see the moon
Flower me with roses from abandon garden 
Cover me with what i was and be now
Good night sleep with elevated power


Details | Pastoral | |

Restoration




      ***********

Restoration is hope
That their is a chance
For you and me
      ------
In the beginning their
Was this child called Jesus
The New Christ
Born out of Heavens'
To effect New Life
Up and in-to Eternity 
      ------
Fore this is where
The Lord gained
His severity
Tis where Adam
Ate the Apple
From the Tree
And this was a curse
One sewn in and out
Of Parody....
      ------
He was born of this Earth
The child of a Mother
The Son of the living "God"
Sent by the be loving God
Only to live till the Second Birth
And to settle the curse...
      ------
The degradation of all man
Perpetration upon the people
Upon this Earth
      --------
Fore it was Death
That could not even
Set us apart...
And that it was Sin
That which permeated
The Soul and the Heat
      ------
He traversed the World'
Forsaking all Evil
To bring about change
To restore the faith and truth
For the true believer
      ------
To restore His Holy Name
And to bring about a New Heaven
So Haled be Thy Name

                  GF


Details | Limerick | |

These Colors Don't Run Limerick

<                                 once were twin towers on horizon
                                   bombarded by Al Qaeda what sin
                                   then came many heros
                                   lost too at ground zero
                                   America's flag still flew in wind




In Loving Memory To Those Lost
On 911 R.I.P. You Are Not Forgotten


Details | I do not know? | |

Grandpa

Pictures and moments stick
Past life sticks
The boy knows but cant see the light of 
the unknown picture of you grandpa.


Details | Rhyme | |

Guilty Conscience

A tortured soul,
full of guilt and sorrow,
God help me through the night,
so i can awake tomorrow.
I need to find peace,
I can't seem to clear my head,
it's forgiveness i seek,
forgiveness from the dead.
It's driving me crazy, 
It's down right madness!
it's killing me slowly,
burning tears of sadness.
I cant move on,
cant leave it behind,
it replays over and over
inside of my mind.
A lovers young  life,
gone in the blink of an eye,
it all happened so quickly,
I didn't even get to say goodbye.


Details | Senryu | |

That Sucks

<                                     on your own death bed 
                                       you couldn't even admit ........
                                       that you were married














Entry For Paula Swenson's Contest 
Two Wrongs Don't Make A Right
G.L. All


Details | Verse | |

Spirituals and Drums

My ancestors walking in the night
using oil lights and moonlight for guides
while being instructed to Wade in the Water
to camouflage their scents like disguise

The Sweet Chariot awaited 
so they could ride away
Harriet was a soldier
and it wasn't an option to be caught during the day
That's the same mentality Nat Turner had when he sang
Steal Away

They would follow the drinking gourd
so all were in accord to go north
The Gospel Train was coming
and at the end of the journey
was a fine reward
Freedom was coming
and it was a long time coming and
they walked until they heard freedom bells ringing
and I still hear their tired footsteps running

Thinking of My Darling Nelly Gray
Stolen from my arms a random September day
and eliminated our chances to run away together
No family ties, no love, no strength says the oppressor

Then I hear the drums beat in the darkness
giving me the hope of finally being free
Maybe I'll follow them this time on faith
on bended knee
There must be a place for me among the light
of this darkness
Among oppression, thieves, evil-doers
no thought on their conscience

Thank goodness for the safe houses that
supported our traveled distances
and for the conductors who bore witnesses
and may God have mercy on the souls who
were against this
and on those who chose to forget this sh@!

I still hear crying in quilts of safety 
because I know that the burden was heavy
to be at the mercy of nature and patrol men
catching run-away slaves for money
Some did it bare feet with freedom ahead of this
loved induced journey and they made it
So all that bull about how your life is hard
just stuff it in an envelope and save it



Details | Free verse | |

Peace Is Needed For Pete's Sake

Imagine children waking up to bombs and sirens in the night.
Parents calming their children's screams of fright.
Rockets bursting in air.
People fleeing their homes, cries of anguish in their voices.

Violence, suffering, dying, too much-
Children homeless, parentless, living on streets.
Peace is needed for Pete's sake.

Politics, religion, race, and greed-
People world wide open your eyes.
We're destroying our human race.

Allow the children to hear laughter again.
Laying their heads on a love one's lap,
Lifting fears and giving them hope
A brighter future for man, woman and child.
Is that asking for too much?

Nothing but destruction in minds of many.
Stop, stop destroying humankind.
Find peace and heal in time.


Details | I do not know? | |

Somewhere We Don't Know

Beneath this gloomy sky, I can feel the warmth of that shy sun hiding between the clouds,
while sick breezes of hope ached the loneliness the dwells in the heart, mercilessly
burned the only memory that’s left of tomorrow, and I .. I was just trying to smell the
air of the eclipsed dawn, trying to breathe what is remained to breathe till I cross the
finish line.

And a touch of grief brought tears to the eye, seeing the life that had been shrouded in
somewhere else, oh, what have I missed! What have I missed in this cruel land!

So many joys I saw that never were mine, so many pains that bruised my nights, yet I never
thought they will be mine, and still I yearn for a life I believe exists in somewhere we
don’t know.

And so I closed my eyes beneath the wings of night, departing away, forsaking my deluded
dreams, burying my soul with the ashes of love and life, with all the dust of what is left
behind, sleeping silently as if no one will ever know that I was here in somewhere they
don’t really know.

"I hope you enjoy it :)"
you can find all my writing at my blog website "Echoes"
http://echoes19.wordpress.com/


Details | Sonnet | |

Eternal

My love, what shall you leave me with tonight? What words are there to mend my broken heart? Will our love be repaired with morning light, Oh, or will nightfall be our last depart? My darling, sha'nt I leave you without this, My eternal promise of love to you How could you pull apart this final kiss? Don't let such love fade, whilst such lovely hue So, before you give your final goodbye, And your anger and hate bury your love Remember what wishes, and dreams, will die And the future that we had spoken of So, I'll remind you with my final breath, My eternal love is as strong as death


Details | I do not know? | |

THE DAY SHE WENT AWAY

February 12th, Was the day, 
My Mommy passed away....
I can't believe It's been a year,
 I try to keep her memories fresh,
Cause forgetting her is my major fear....
I image looking into her eyes,
Watching them smile back at mines....
Always with pride,Introducing me to everyone 
saying ain't my baby fine...
Her voice echoes in spirit
Breaking my heart every time I hear it....
Wishing I was there in your last moment,
To hold your hand, be your strength,
As we both pray for atonement....
For life doesn't always turn out as we plan,
Everyone falls short  it's apart of being human...
And I was told...That only forgiveness can free my wounded soul...
While the feeling of betrayal peeks in and I lose emotional control.... 
Leaving me wondering,left behind and mislead...
Finding myself holding on to all thats been said...And unsaid...
Constantly you rewind in my mind, smiling, laughing, cursing screaming,
Skoolin,crying,scheming,talking loud, singing, and dreaming...
Of how life would change and the past would finally be the past,
As we buildt new bridges of understanding ,My soul cried mommy at last ,
But on February 12th 2010. It was all over in a flash.... 
My lesson learned was life waits for nothing,or anyone and when it's ready it just 
quits LEAVING U BROKEN IN A WAY NO MAN COULD FIX, STAINING YOUR MIND MAKING IT IMPOSSIBLE TO FORGET..
NEVER TAKE LIFE OR ANYONE IN IT FORGRANTED.....
 ,


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 | Didactic | |

A Poem (Hebrews 13:5)

Anger consumed within me,

Rage passed continually by.

A mixture of blue and red,

Blinding the dim light inside me.

 

Once the light was like a flaming torch,

Such a torch that can be compared to the sun.

But even the sun rests, the flames can be vanquished

Only the night was witnessed until the morning dawned.

 

I was created to love you.

This was the only purpose,

But I chose to reject you.

How foolish of me to compose.

 

Given many chances to accept,

Welcome the love higher than my mother,

I was in an asylum locked by my choice.

"No more!" I uttered. 

 

A glowing door suddenly appeared,

"Who could it be?" I questioned.

It opened; a figure so bright glanced at the corner,

"My child, fear not," the figure mentioned.

 

I took his offering hand.

Richness of everlasting springs of water,

The right hand of infinite life.

We departed blissfully as He catered

 

"Do not sow any longer, for you are here with your Father,"    

I began to weep as a baby weeps for his mother.

"My child, for you were once lost but now have been found."

A final tear inching below, the Devil will no longer bother.


Details | Free verse | |

Drunk in the City of Angels

Drunk in the lost city,
lost in the vase beauty of the angels
drunk, smoking on park benches.

Freaks, trannys, whores and pimps,
looking at me;
a one of a kind.

No one has ever seen me on the streets of L.A.,
beacause I am a one of a kind,
a gentleman, a drunken buffoon.

I hurl myself at the bars,
and the whores look at me and smile,
and I wave them over, and they come.

40 bucks for a night a good fun,
a night of exotic pleasure,
in the heart of the sleeping angels.

Drunk walking,
two in the morning,
police stop me, sleeping on a park bench.

Warm always warm,
never cold,
the city that is lost.

A city known as the city of angels,
yet how many devils I have counted.
How much evil I have seen,
how much temptation rules in the gutters.

Walking drunk on madness,
in this dirty city,
as I look for a bar before last call.

I find one,
I go in,
order a beer.

I drink with pleasure
I start to write,
I light a cigarette and smoke.

A grey cloud forms around me,
"Last call for alcohol," the barkeep shouts.
I raise my hand, he comes over.

"What will yah have?" he asks,
"Another beer and my check."
On the house, free drinks, on the house.

After a night in the city of angels,
I find myself a cosy park bench,
and fall asleep, dreaming of the angels I had never seen.


Details | Ballad | |

Isolation

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

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Those Who've Gone On Before Me

Many Have Gone On Before Me…

As I grow old, many I know have gone on before me.
Some I didn’t know.   And some knew me.

In our lives, there’s one thing that’s very certain.
We don’t know when we’ll meet life’s “final curtain.”

No matter how we try to look, or seek a “younger appeal.”
One day, old age comes, and the end of life seems real!

Our lives down here, could end tomorrow!
No matter how many years we may try to “borrow.”

God knows when the end of our lives will be!
The question is: Where will you spend your eternity?

You may seek all of this world’s wealth and fame.
But when death comes calling… 
 It knows your name!

You can go through life, and keep “pretending.”
But God knows when your life will be ending!

He’s prepared for you, a place in his eternal city.
There’ll be no more sorrow, pain or pity!

All of the angels in heaven await your choice!
Each person coming to heaven,,,  They all rejoice!

Jesus loves you!  This is great news!
His gift of salvation...  Please don’t refuse!

Think about those who’ve gone on before you!
And the wonderful God that always knew you!

Every breath you breathe… Each step that’s taken…
Jesus is your only hope and secure foundation!

By Jim Pemberton


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 | Bio | |

Try Walking In My Shoes

You'll only collapse and fall and tear your knees open,
Shut your mouth, you cant even imagine what hell I've broken.
Blood leaking from my head everyday only makes me lose my mind,
You wouldn't even survive a minuet in my shoes if you were on my grind.

You say you know everything about me and how to live your own life, 
but face it tho, every night your left alone sitting with a knife.
I defeated that part in life where i have to do something for someone,
walking around with my "Ex Wife" as if it were my gun.

So please stop talking like you know what you got your self into,
cause if i were you i would open my eyes and pray that I'm not true. 
So here it is, if you want to walk a bit in these shoes of mine, go ahead, 
But I can promise you only one thing, in the end you'll end up Dead.


Details | Free verse | |

Glimmers of hope

The candles we light in honor of your name
Reflect the brightness you gave to our lives
Burn away at the darker side surrounding
Giving way to freedom's path for your spirit
Helping bring healing to the hearts that miss you
Binding you in mind, faith and prayer
So your memory can live on and bring comfort
To those that walk in hope, with you beside them


Details | Rhyme | |

The Grieving Process

Graves of old, like blistering souls do hesitantly stare While tears like reflective mirrors crawl down my cheek so fair Hardly are these bodies buried, but merely gently carried... to Your heart: up there I ask myself in loneliness, "Can" You relive them again? The question still addressed, "we" can forever cry, my Friend For love omits a flame of hope, "let" no one with loss have fear Only allow You to envelope "them" with streams of your heavenly tear With Your power let the dead "Rest" and let us live ones too! Remove the fear and the dread "in" the souls of the living that rue Tell me, will our hearts find "peace?" ...will the Grieving Process cease?
Written by Laura Elizabeth Breidenthal For HGarvey Daniel Esquire's MIDDLE OF THE ROAD Poetry Contest <3


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 | Alliteration | |

Armageddon

Flames roared through the nights sky. 
A glimpse of blue still protruded through the flames. 
The heat warmed the mortals below. 
They believed that this was a great night. 
The sky emulated a beautiful red color. 
The color was extraordinary with remnants of blue. 
They believed that they were all safe. 
They were not nearly as safe. 
They were witnessing Armageddon. 
The war between good and evil. 
For no one is safe until judgment day. 
That is the day when the sky will forever remain blue. 
The birds will sing a tune. 
The flowers will bloom. 
That will be the day. 
The day when we will all be ok.


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 | Rhyme | |

Jesus Paid It All


Jesus’ death paid it all!
What have you given in return?
His death on the cross… 
Was from his love and concern!

His life for yours… On Calvary… 
 Has been paid.
His offer of eternal life,
 has been made!

Through God’s word,
 he’s been talking!
And stands at your hearts door… 
 patiently knocking!

Won’t you invite him in?  As your guest?
Then, your life will be totally blessed!

He can bring health and
 healing to your bones!
He can bring his love to
 your family and home!

“Come unto me.” Is the 
  the master’s call.
Won’t you come to him now?
  One and all?

He’s here right now! 
 In this very place…
And extends to you his 
mercy and grace.

Won’t you accept him today?
He loves you more than words can say!	
			
By Jim Pemberton


Details | Concrete | |

By One Man

    		                         One man
       		                             Sin 
		                     Condemnation
	                         Through disobedience
                                       God's wrath
                                        Punishment			 
                                                                     All by Adam die	                              ---The cross---
       All in Jesus live
		                        Forgiveness 
		                         God's Love 
		                       Through faith 
		                       Reconciliation 
		                       Righteousness 
		                           One man 


Details | Light Poetry | |

Armageddon Love Of Destruction

As I walk through the blaze I slowly lay upon my grave, as your love incinerates. I embrace your selfishness and your hate without resistance. My love so true and permanent. Forever loving you is a blessing forever lasting. Armageddon of love destruction, I'm in possession of love indigestion. True sacrifice an offering, for you to relinquish the evil of satan forces. I will perform this, apocalypse of mass destruction. My inspiration of your last kiss intoxication of unhappiness I slip into bliss, from the lack of your interest and broken promises. As I say goodbye thee angels cry I cease to exist, one last breath I perish.


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 | Rhyme | |

''Gangs Of WAR''

When Good Of "EVIL," Run You Down, Remember 
What Doesn't "KILL YOU," Only Makes You, 
STRONGER, *Yes* Faith Can Break, But Our 
Strength Of Heart Together, Shall CARRY, Beyond 
To It's Highest POWER, Let Go Of Your FEARS, You 
Are As Weak As Your Weakest Link, Don't 
Patronize The Ignorance Of Foolishness, Bring 
Back The LOVE, KINDNEsS, And CARING, We All 
Once Knew, The Community...

Make It SAFE AGAIN, Towards Children's PLAY, 
Not, "GANGS OF WAR," Bursting Into Plague, 
Give It A Fighting Chance, Regain Your Balls Son, 
Be Self- ConScience, Put Down That Gun, Don't 
Leave Murder-Scream, Blood On Blood, Color On 
Color, Doesn't Matter, Stop This Hatred, From 
Ringing Out,Once More, A Blistered, Master-Mind,
Of No Peace,Kneel, Pray,To Our LORD almighty, 
Rebuild His Gateway, And Reform The Community,
Back To It's Rightful Place...
 

Re: Richard Palmer Poem 
No PEACE


Details | Sonnet | |

One More Day, Lord

If I just had one day left in life,
I'd rid myself of anger, envy, strife.
I'd hug those I loved dearly through the years,
And kneel to God, crying with bitter tears.

My prayer, dear God, extend my days to live,
For there's still one more person to forgive.
It's me, that comes regretting my despair,
Having lived a pauper's life seemed unfair.

I wanted to travel across the lands,
To see mountains high and the ocean sands.
How can I forget untraveled highways,
And be content at the end of my days?


For all that needs be done, God gives grace.
Fretting life ends, with hopes of better place.



Details | Elegy | |

Tears of the Broken

Introduction: At some point of our lives, someone close to us departs off to the next
phase. We think of the good times and try not to think the bad; but sometimes it haunts us
back to how we responded in a naive way for our juvenile wishes. And sometimes we see them
in our dreams at the utmost optimism and glory. But the fact that we get to realize what
we did back then may have cherished and broken their souls in some ways, we always wonder
if we could alter the deeds that wounded their affection in our times of immaturity…And
pray that we get a second chance to do so for our next life. *the first two lines have some inspiration from another piece*



Even if our hearts were as strong as a storm, we’d still feel a little bit sad Knowing that we’ve lost our grandfather, our friend, our dad. For so many years, we’ve felt their presence In so many ways, we’ve felt complete, But truly, even if we deny – We sometimes skip a heartbeat. Our lives are nothing but their memories and their art, Orbiting us each day, reminding us of who we are Where we stand and to whom we belong, We pray and cry up oceans for them night after night Praying to be together just one more time, in the worlds of light. But yes you are so fortunate, that you got to leave, You’ve made it to the greater step, I pray for us to meet. May your soul be blessed and may it shine brighter than the sun, Again and again ‘I love you’ it’s not a lie, I may not have said it that much But I hope you knew inside, even if I may have been unkind as such Nothing is left for us to do but feel the tears stream down our eyes For we, once in a while have broken their hearts with one or two lies, Their face glows and vividly fades away from our dreams those nights That’s when we fall, fall down to our knees, pray for we could have changed The ways we reacted back in those days. Thoughts of those moments, thoughts of their sorrow smile Now makes us realize how we never cared, For that to overcome, we treasure the good times we’ve shared, The times we’ve heard them say “You’ve made me proud” The times we’ve felt them lay their hands, oh so be crowned. Their tender touch, their forgiveness Their blessings for us and their happiness, We pray to feel it all again Bring it all again, To the eternal life, after this time.


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 | Couplet | |

Coming Out Of The Shadows

I wonder through this crowded place, yet there are no souls in sight,
they are just bodies filled with darkness, no glimmer of light.
My feet are so worn from walking on, what feels like broken glass,
I am forced to relive emotions repeating from the worst moments in my past.
the anger,the embarrassment, the heartbreak, the betrayal and shame
I begin to cry when I remembered I had cursed God's name.
I have no clue who is leading me down this miserable path,
but, it is clear to me that I am expieriencing hell's wrath.
my legs are burning with blisters and I can't fight the Pain
I thought I was dead, how can I feel? well  they won't explain
The cheer on to keep walking with no destination in mind,
its just something to do, i guess, it helps to pass the time
no one has a face here, so you won't recognize your friends,
it's just constant pain, and repetition, and it will never end.
I try to fall to my knees, and kneel my head to pray,
but there is no sound coming from the words that I say.
I try to convince myself that this is just a vivid dream,
but, I can feel and smell everything, but I can't scream.
I inhaled for one last attempted cry for help,
the steam burned my throat, and agony I felt.
I heard footsteps approaching at a very rapid pace,
I didn't run, I simply turned to face my demon's right in the face.
they almost devoured me, ripping my heart from my chest,
I didn't show fear or run, I just fought my best.
I thought "God help me! I am losing this fight!"
I slowly began to see traces of light,
I tried to pray, then my prayer, I screamed.
and praise the Lord!!!!! I awoke from that dream.
I am laying here in my bedroom right now,
realizing I need change but I don't know how.
I need to awaken from sin and not wonder astray,
If I need a way out of darkness, I will just Pray
                                                             Katei


Details | Ballad | |

William part 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | I do not know? | |

I still miss you

Visions stolen,
Heart beat raised
You still touch me,
In the castle in the air

I don’t want to miss you,
Truth is, I still do
The smile, those eyes,
I still miss you..

The path has forked
The world has split
Memories tainted,
I still miss you

I yearn for a rendezvous
To reminisce the cold touch
The twinkle, the chuckle,
I still miss you

Cries of laughter,
Strength of bond,
The waiting seconds,
I still miss you

Time does not reverse
The road unveils beautifully
But, some are unforgettable
And, I, still miss you…


Details | Epigram | |

Sin Not

Evil thoughts equal sin
One must purge them within


Details | Narrative | |

Final Plea

Inspired by the untimely deaths of young people I knew. RIP


In a dream, tonight would be my last

and I demanded to talk to God.

Of all the things I've gotten past,

to go now seemed so odd.

"You've taken all my friends you see

and now you want me, too?

Unlike one who pretends to be

I've always honored you."

Those sinners who outlive me still,

all I have to ask is how?

It mad me question His very will.

Why take a good man now?

But God just sat and let me rave

on and on about my worth

and why I didn't need a grave,

but rather eternity here on earth.

Pride let my voice be rather loud.

He never said a word.

I told of deeds that made me proud

and good things that I'd heard.

And when I tired He simply said,

"No doubt your life's been good.

But many younger are now dead

and their legacy simply would

be the song that is never sung,

no children call them dad.

for they came to me so very young

and left the world confused and sad.

Yet now your time has come as well

and selfish thoughts are all I hear?

Your life was full and I can tell

it's really death you fear.

Just remember that you have no choice,

for you all will one day die.

Be strong and with a humble voice

tell loved ones they can cry."

And in that moment I knew a peace,

and I felt a tear well up inside.

That most feared was now the least

as my selfish motives died.


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 | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

He Choose to Grow Weak

Please make me understand
Why we do the things we do
If you are cheerful, you feel good
If you are sad you hurt all over (Proverb 17: 22)

How can we help you?

If we didn’t know how you feel
You suppress; you kept it all bottle inside
Somewhere you hide, and you cried,
Why didn’t you come inside from that dark lonely place?
Asking others for help isn’t a disgrace.

Life is like a bend tree, it only stand tall when
The winds calms down, however, it toss and turn 
When the Wind becomes strong

 Why did you come in from that dark lonely place?
 Like a proud, tall tree, he snaps
Asking for help wasn’t a booby trap
Bearing it alone was a choice to grow weak.
Once again he was a toddler and a bit meek

He said. “Mommy I am a big boy now”
“I can do it all by myself.  So he murdered
Innocent little kids…


Details | Personification | |

A New Kingdom




     *********

Doe's things' seem strange
Not what they used to be
             Well...
This is for the first time
The first time in History
      ------
Doe's things' seem slow
While a bestselling economy
   Just doe's not grow'
Everything is a shroud
         In mystery...
And everyone must know...
         ------
         It is time
  It is time one may say
For a One World Government
        To save the day'
        --------
But, their is one thing
That I would like to say
      And that is that
           Except...
By the Blood of Jesus
Things' wouldn't be this way
          --------
What We really don't need
    Is a new government
        What we do need
Is a New Covenant'
     A Covenant'
         With ' GOD '
        --------
      Did anyone think
            Of the way
       That it should be
To dwell in the House of the Lord
            For all Eternity...
To be with the Prince of King'
    To be with the Almighty
With-in the Kingdom of ' GOD '
Where He has already prepared
      A place for you and me...


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 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 | Ballad | |

CHILD UNBORN

On a cold and bleak November day in a lonely
Deserted place a child unborn in its sanctuary
Lies asleep like a bud soon to bloom
A sacred gift, priceless, unique 
For a world that is rapidly dying

On a cold and bleak November day 
A mother's scent will it ever know
No special bond with another soul
No joyful offering of 'thanks', nor smiles, 
Nor welcome kisses that warm the heart


On a cold and bleak November day, the sky 
Draped in blankets of gray, hung low 
Over the horizon marked by fresh-fallen snow
An innocent life is taken in some unholy place
As consciences lay bound and silenced

On a cold and bleak November day, 
Freewill, once more misused, hovered 
In the shadows abused and clothed in shame 
Bore witness to one of many horrors   
The deliberate murder of the Innocents

On a cold and bleak November day a  hush  falls over Heaven
The Son of God pleads mercy as He alone dares to speak
God looks upon His only Son, once again, His anger subsides 
A new day is ordained-another chance to choose
A priceless gift to save the world some cold bleak day
 


Details | Rhyme | |

Are You Ready to Meet Jesus

Are You Ready to Meet Jesus? One day soon, there’ll be A meeting In the air! God’s people will gather, from everywhere! Jesus will return,, for you and me! He wants to take us all! For eternity! People will be there! Both young and old! Being with Jesus forever! On streets paved with gold! When he comes, no one knows! When he does, may we be ready to go! Live you life, as if He came right now! One day, before him, Every knee shall bow! May we live a Godly life, in everything! As we look forward to, the return of the king! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

No Room

 In the womb there was no room 
 for a babe to thrive and bloom. 

 By the will of God conceived, as 
 a regretful burden perceived 

 by a single mom who can't comprehend 
 generational blessings she's chosen to end. 

 Angry tears drip down. Who could care? 
 She feels so trapped, but the clinic is there. 

 "It's not human yet," "You'll feel relieved." 
 Each familiar-as-Hitler lie is believed. 

 As time elapses, the loss has begotten 
 trauma and shame that won't be forgotten. 

 In the womb there was no room. 
 The chamber of life became an empty tomb. 

     ------------------------

 In the inn there was no room
 for the babe in Mary's womb. 

 By the spirit of God conceived, 
 in a filthy manger received 

 to a virgin mother whose eyes behold 
 the very Savior the prophets foretold! 

 With joyful tears, she praises the Lord. 
 Though fearful, she chooses to trust His word, 

 believing her Jesus' blood sacrifice 
 would pardon her sin and give her new life. 

 His cruel death was mocked, but Jesus is risen 
 for generations of sinners, forever forgiven! 

 In the inn there was no room. 
 From the chamber of death, rose life from the tomb!


Details | Lyric | |

For You And Me

It  was  for you and me ,
That Jesus left His throne,
Bore the scourge and agony,
Shivered His flesh and bone,

It was for you and me,
He took the awry tour,
Towards the dreaded Calvary,
Summed His tortured  hours,

It was for you and me,
That Jesus bore the cross,
Paid the greatest penalty,
That death supposed be ours,

It was for you and me,
He wailed the gloomiest cry,
It was for you and me,
Jesus was nailed to die,

Oh, that you and I may see,
Our wickedness beyond measure,
Jesus to set us free,
In our stead bore the torture,

His love mysterious great,
Knocks  the door of all men's heart,
His mighty power recreates,
Renews our lives whole to restart,

It was for you and me,
When on the third day death sufficed,
The savior left His grave,
Victorious he arised,

He rose back to His throne,
Sitting by His Father's side,
Prepare! He's coming soon,
Today is to decide,


Details | Lyric | |

Tea Time

Love in your bones, perfection, divine, a wandering heart pure is thine?
A moment in time, immaculate, sensual, alive, we align.
A mass of vibrating energy combines.
Lost here, safe there, warm dear?
Our love melts crippling fear.
There is no divide. No moon owns this colorful tide.
So now we jump! 
Inside my manic depressive ride.
Will I? can I? Abide? to society now, I have a bride?
Shirtless, shoeless, beard is long, happy am I.
Fear not, even King Kong.
Wife at home, smoking tea and high.
Jesus Christ! I sigh. sigh. sigh..
You pinned my soul, my thoughts and I..... 
Dreamed to die.
My, my, my.
Your cold hard shell.
I loved you then and wished you well.
A living breathing tree did fell.
Is it cold in this, your damp black cell?
Silence.....
Now. 
For this happy fat sow.
Expectations melted, I chose, I allow.
By camp fire I love. I warm, with stars above.
Tea in hand, lying back, to know someday I will love.
I toke on tea, enjoying my smoke. I love it here, so real. 
Remote.
For me, for me, I toast, I joke, this bloke owns nothing.
Sorry. I lied. Frothing. I do own something this lovely green smoke.
You strive for things, material and plastic, a waste of energy, I think, a joke.
Funny you see? means nothing to me, like you I wrote.
Happiness is. So very near, its here, shockingly clear.
Your mind, your head, to freely choose.
Before your old and dead, dead, dead.
















Details | Epic | |

The Devil Philosophy

The way, in which I lived, so shall I die? 


The sea salt washes up against rocks 
and bleach the stones white 
Like a genuine pearly stone. That when I knew 
Someone was mourning a death. 

The party was going strong 
The doorbell rang. In that moment 
Everything changes. 
Speak low, lean low 
Turn down the tempo 
A sudden death; another wealthy mortal man 
Took his last breathe. 
Did he pass the test? 
Bending over and sniffing the coke 
By the mountain load; 

 Cocaine scattered all over the desk. Money burnt 
How you lived, so shall you die? 
Why cry. That was your life. 
He became the cocaine and 
His mind became retarded 

The salty breeze massages my scalp 
As they soul jump into to the sea 
longing to be cleanses 
Speaking low, leaning low their noses 
Are on fire: another lost soul

Bolivian marching powder 
Drip, drip drops of blood 
Vanish out to sea. 
a different kind of philosophy
The Devil philosophy


Details | Free verse | |

Sweet Children, Sleep

To the Newtown Children

A poet cries with broken heart

Look thine hearts be washen clean with death,
God knows how hastily can be
By an unfitting goodly young man
Become just another evil’s killer.
Take thou no mean of life
That so tenderly and small
Arranged now along that cold room
Where a hundred of parents
Like you and I look on poor children that thou think:
One day they shall be a doctor or a thinker like us.
To understand really why the hungry death
Has to do for their final journey in front of this sickness?

O, children! American children! My children!
I warn thee in all my heart and soul
That could not happen so earlier on life
And where thou cast the peace and saint in the kindness of grace
Take care of them from danger, thou take for a leaf
And makes my heart bleeding every one like us become angry
How in this heavenly nation this massive fate could occur?

Hold me fast in thine embrace God,
Where my despair cannot be silenced,
Let you and me and everyone else to knee and cross
Our fingers against our chest and pray for them,
Give them, Lord, thy blessing give,
Pray for them and mother as well,
And I shall finish this poem with trembled
Fingers and tears cascading over this bloody
Sheet as an awaken wind has just blown it from me.


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 | Quatrain | |

Gone But Not Forgotten

I remember it now
Not all, but enough
To understand how
I am afraid to accept love

Because some love hurts
Especially the kind you gave
The kind nobody deserves
The kind that plants the seed of hate

It matters little if you feel remorse
Your guilt could never ease my pain
The damage you did cannot be reversed
I still wear the residue of shame

And you will never have my forgiveness
My hatred will be your only companion
As you lie upon your deathbed
Feeling frightened and abandoned

You still won't even have my pity
Pathetic as you are
All you will ever be is what you did to me
As I will always bear these ugly scars


Details | Free verse | |

''The Fraud''

Teased by the aberration of false tenderness.
Subdued in despair.
The tightened noose around my neck.
I feel as though my last breath is approaching.
Strickened airs' final gasp.
Clear these darkened clouds.
For my anguished,suffered love,I hurt no more.
May the guardian of life now take me home....

For those who have tortured souls.....




Details | I do not know? | |

A Crime of Passion

The blood on the knife gleamed in the moonlight
His hand shook as rage blinded his sight
The body at his feet steamed in the evening cold
A carpet beside it in which it would soon be rolled
What made him do it he couldn’t have said
All he knew now was that someone was dead
He remembered the scream in his ears
His face wet with fallen tears
A crime of love that had fallen apart
A crime committed that broke his heart
The love of his life had betrayed him he knew
He had the proof from which his anger grew
The pain he felt was too much to bear
As he stood and all he could do was stare
His wife was beautiful but now she was gone
He didn’t know if there was a way he could go on
So he raised the knife to his own heart
And plunged it forward hoping for a new start
Fallen in betrayal because of love
The new pair of spirits rose to the sky above
The police on the scene found the note
And all eyes let loose tears for what he had wrote
The man in the picture was his own brother
He said that he had never loved another
He was sorry for what he had to do
But above else he was sorry for the life he slew
His brother was there and his tears flowed 
For the one person in his life he had never told
His brother would never hear him say the words
For now he flew high with the birds
“I love you,” he whispered to the sky
And his brother heard them from on high
In one second his brother he forgave
And then he rested comfortably in his grave.


Details | I do not know? | |

The White of Your Eyes

As I look at the whites of your eyes
I feel horror, fear rumbling inside me.

I grind my teeth together when I see you walking.

I fear you, I fear when you talk, shout, when you raise your hand.

I'v always feared you, but no more.
The fear I had of you I turned it into courage.

Now I no longer fear you.
I laugh when you raise your hand, when you shout.

Cuz the only thing I see you as...
Is a dead man walking.

And now your in the ground where you belong.


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Details | Ballade | |

My Dearest Daughter

I want you to know my dear daughter
I thought of you every day
The thought you say your daughter hates me
The question asked is how can a baby hate

The answer is, a baby learns what it is taught
I never raised you to hate in any way
To disrespect or live such a troubled way

You've hurt me like no other has
In such a way it no longer bothers me
Although I think of you more then you'll know
I no longer care if I see you again

You were my dearest, my one and only
And the day I gave birth to you
Gave me bragging rights in all that you do
I showed I was proud,  you didn't understand

Much time has gone by
I hardly think of you any more
The day will come, you will need me again
That day will be, when it's much too late

I won't be the one who will be so hurt
You will find that you waited much to late
My time will have ended on this dear earth
I will be gone, spending my time in Heaven

I will watch over my dear granddaughter
I will guide, guard and protect her
From the evil that you teach her
That my dear daughter is a promise

I will take care of her, from above
I will teach her how to love, honor and respect
Things I did teach you, you weren't paying attention

I want you to know my dearest daughter
I loved you before you were born
And I loved you 'till my dying day

I now love you from above
But now you're on your own without my love
Just remember this my dear daughter
You took the love I had to give my granddaughter
From her life, she'll never know

You cheated her, from a part of life
She will find out, and pay you back
When that happens, remember this
It's the same, you did to 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 | Personification | |

AURA





             ------


       In Preference
            - In -
The Rendition of Sound
          ------  
          GOD
  Gave such a gift
Of so many things'
And by His Grace
True abundance
Can be found
      ------
I do surrender' to Thee
With bended Knee
He stand's by My side
He comforts' me
      -----
He is the Messiah
The King' to Me
      ------
I chose to live Live
Out all of My Life
     In Eternity   
          - Fore -
That is My
        "Soul Desire"

               GF


Details | I do not know? | |

The HEART says many words

The eye maybe precious
  but the heart says many words.
It can be broken, 
 it can be filled with love,
it can be dead.

It's the starter of the emotions.

*comment if you have a thought or if you just like (or fav poem)* :)


         -Angel4eva23


Details | I do not know? | |

The suicidal girl and the mean guy

Why tell people in advance?
Do you want them to feel guilt?
For not loving you, listening to you?
Why hurt them? Revenge?
Yes, the world has hurt you,
It can be cold and mean.
So you do have the power
to make a lot of people feel guilt.
You want to leave the world, hurting people?

So you weren’t loved as a child, 
a lot of us weren’t. When you grow up
you learn it is not about others loving us,
it is about the love we give others.
You cant make the world love you, 
but you can bring love into the world. 
That’s why you have a heart. 

Every major religion agrees suicide is bad for the soul
In the west, we call it purgatory,
you sit alone, in a dark place, and feel,
you feel guilt, shame, hurt, and loss.
God isn’t there, the angels aren’t there
It’s more alone than you are now,
feeling 1000 times worst,
and the only thing you can do is feel it,
go into the emotions and purge them
until you are capable of loving again,
giving love to others, that is.
Only, then can you even be near an angel or god.
A soul with no love, cannot even be in God’s presence.
That is why purgatory exists, to purify a soul of its selfishness

Here is your cure, 
Go help some people worse off than you.
Look into their eyes, feel their suffering,
share theirs with them, listen to their pain,
radiate love to them, be quiet and listen
As you give to them, you heal.....

Write poems of how you feel, 
your life experiences, stop writing suicide stuff...
Take your pain and put it into the art,
go deep, make yourself cry. 
If the poem doesn’t hurt you, it’s not deep enough. 
Write some on beauty that make you feel it..

Pray for the planet and all the people in pain
Imagine your heart glowing love, healing it all.

Forgive everyone that has hurt you.
Anger will burn a hole in your heart. 

Face your fears, go out in the world
heal it, make it a better place

This is your mission here..............


Details | Prose Poetry | |

DRUNK AND IGNORANT

A noble story one that ought to be our good host laughed and swore the games begun. Come match the knights tale if you can sir monk. To bellow arms and blood and bones he swore. A noble one I'll pay off the knights tale lets do this right. You tell yours by and by either I'll speak or go on my own way. Everyone listen but first i will propound that i am drunk i know it by my sound. For I'll tell a golden legend and a lie. Forget your ignorant drunken bawdiness it is a sin and great foolishness. Tell us of other things you'll find to lack i see you are angry with my tale but why. cuz you are a fool your head is overpowered by the wine. If you are not enjoying yourselves then cut off my head but as i drink my wine and ale. Whoever won't accept what i decide will pay for everything we spend along the ride. So hold up your hand if you accept my speech reflect a little and don't hold me to blame if you choose wrong don't lay it on my head. And both of them had bawdy tales to tell theirs no sense making earnest out of game.


Details | I do not know? | |

I Pray You're in Heaven

I never really told you how much I love you In fact, I waited way too long Time was an enemy; you were up there in years And naturally, you had to move on When I was a child, I thought you a monster I often times wished you away When voices got loud and that darkness set in In that moment, I’d cry and I’d pray I prayed you to Hell; didn’t know better Hoped God was listening that day But, I had grown up and witnessed your change Which prompted me too late to say I pray you’re in Heaven Instead of in Hell God loves you as He loves me, too I was a young child So scared of you, then If you hear me, please know this as true Hell is the place Where I would remain If angels had you under wing I’d suffer the fires Being happy there, too To know that God let you in I’m sorry I waited and now with regrets I hope you can hear me this day May you be looking and down from the clouds From up there in Heaven, I pray Your sin was your struggle, the bottle had won And I, I just couldn’t see That despite all the yelling and fear that I had You were still the best mother to me I pray you’re in Heaven Instead of in Hell God loves you as He loves me, too I was a young child So scared of you, then If you hear me, please know I love you


Details | Pastoral | |

The Bell Doth' Ring

They lift their voice's
To sing and to praise
For the blood of Jesus
Was to be shed
To beset ablaze
      ----
On that very day'
For the blood He did shed
Was the life full of blood
The blood was Red
An so it was said
         ----
This was a cause
That people later came
To dread
         ----
From some-one who really cared
         ----
Was the blood of lost
            Life eternal
To give strength to
       The people
So, they gather around
To ammend for such Evil
          ----
To morn the day
In such a Solemn way
At the Church Steeple
Surrounded by people
     ------
To scorn those who
Fear the night
To strew the path
For Jesus of the Light
Fore He shall rise
Into the Heavenly Skie's
And of big consequence
On the Third Day
From where-which
He died
     ------
He did arise
    ----
Making the World
A Schrine to all that 
Which was good

           GF


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 | Bio | |

Why Should I Cry








        ********

When the World as it appear
    Has collapsed beyond
           All Tears'
    Why should I cry....
            --------
When I could just die
        --------
When life grows' beyond
         Meaning
And there is no reason
          To try....
      -------
My life has no meaning
    There is no truth
        Only a lie
And Dream of
Happiness that loom
     From above
And I do ask?
Just one more time....
Please let me try!


          Poet Author
          Gary Fields


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 | 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 | |

Tears of a Raven

She left the “unkindness”, descended upon  a mossy knoll
Over looking the darkness of the moonless, misty graveyard
The ebony clouds shielding the glistening tears of the Raven
Tears of LOVE for those that, waiting : Sing at the gates of Heaven
Tears of Sorrow for those, unbelievers, who will spend Eternity in Hell
Do not show me the face of despair, the tears of forever unknown : 
Her tears roll down the contours of  her cheeks  falling to the Ground
Creating the Zenith of  an Everlasting ROSE never to be seen
As Roses grow where Her tears splashed upon the wanting Earth
She spreads her wings and returns to the “Congress” from wince She came
Darker and Lighter than the rest of the “death  flock” soaring  ABOVE
 
Inspired by the Contest " Among the Dead "
Sponsored by ~ A Rambling Poet ~
Dedicated to the ones I LOVE ; " Recieved by the LORD "
 By HGarvey Daniel Esquire
             5th Place


Details | Rhyme | |

It's Something...

The light of my depression,
The joys of my sorrow.
What's coming my way?
I'll know by tomorrow.


Details | Rhyme | |

Tomorrow Never Is

THE PAIN INSIDE ME INTENSIFIES AS I REMINISH ON THE MEMORY I HAVE BECOME. DISAPPOINTMENT, 
HEARTACHE, ADDICT, ALONE, A FAILURE TO A BEAUTIFUL DAUGHTER AND SON. A JOURNEY FOR PEACE, WHEN ALL 
OTHERS HAVE LOST FAITH, LOST ON THIS LONELY ROAD. WANTING ONLY TO DISCOVER LOVE, HAPPINESS, A 
PLACE TO BE HELD, A PLACE TO CALL HOME. HATRED BOILS INSIDE ME, CHAOS RUNS WILD, DEATH BECOMING 
THE ONLY ANSWER I CAN CONTIPLATE. I MYSELF HAVE CREATED THIS HELL, I MYSELF WILL COMMIT SUICIDE, I 
MYSELF I HAVE BECOME TO HATE. LOST, DESERTED, FORBIDDEN TO FIND LOVE, I LONG TO BE HELD, TO SMILE 
ONCE AGAIN. THE MOST SADISTIC PRAYER OF ALL, ASKING MY SAVIOR TO ALLOW LAUGHTER WITHIN THIS 
MAYHAM OF SIN. FALLING ASLEEP AT NIGHT WISHING TO NOT AWAKE, I ONLY WANT DEATH, TO NO LONGER FEEL 
PAIN. I HAVE CREATED THIS LIFE, THIS HELL, I HAVE LOST MY SANITY, YES I AM INSANE. I FEEL NUMB, THE 
HEARTACHE HAS BROKE MY SOUL, I NO LONGER WILL TRY. LIVING IS NO LONGER AN OPTION, IM SORRY, I HAVE 
NOTHING TO LIVE FOR, TOMORROW I DIE. 


Details | Elegy | |

Reflections

At night I see your smiling face,
As if the chains of our love were unbroken.
Your look of utter devotion pervades my sensibilities.
I know it's true for many have said,
That you died loving me alone.
Yet you never fought hard enough to let us know.
I guess that secret has gone with you forever.

I cry frequently when I reflect on those irretrievable moments.
At times I feel imprisoned in a bubble that no one can penetrate
Memories however can never be erased.
I have constant flashbacks to those days so many years ago.
I see you in my mind's eye,
You enthralled at the sight of your firstborn.
And your words "that's my precious"
Seem to reverberate in my brain.
Are you now watching over me?
After all, we were once man and wife.


Details | Rhyme | |

Winds of My Aftermath

Feel the hurricane and taste the rain here in the park
Hear me wail and watch me as I make my mark
But do not tell me when it is time to go
For I will be playing here long after dark

Get lost with me here in the brush
Stay the storm that now makes us rush
Meet me here same time next year
And once again I will make you blush

See me stand there upon my mountaintop
Fear the gale as I tend my crop
We will leave for chance what I do not know
And I will beg for mercy, but I will not stop

Over there just beyond the bended trees
Beautifully bending by my gentle breeze
Near Ole' Shadow's Pass, there along the path
You will feel the Winds of My Aftermath
Yes, you will find me whispering in the forest on bended knees
Where you will feel the Winds of My Aftermath


Details | Rhyme | |

Confession

Bless me Father for my sin
The mist had clouded my vision
All I remember was his big old grin
But I do repent for my decision

The day was dark and dreary
Rains had started to fall
The night felt so eerie
That man seemed so tall

He appeared from behind the tree
Frightened me half to death
"Please don't touch me", I plea
Closing my eyes and holding my breath

I knew that I needed to run
Bad things were about to start
Upon my head I felt his gun
I would have to be real smart

Screaming as loud as I could
Hoping I could have fled
I kicked him when he stood
Grabbed his gun and shot him dead

Bless me Father for my sin
I took away another's life
Where should my repentance begin
Relieve me of this terrible strife  







Details | Dramatic monologue | |

as i lay in the meadow

As I lay in the meadow of flowers blue sky and peace. I slowly drift to sleep  

Looked up at the sky 
Yelling asking why 
Took a bullet to the head 
Screamed good damn it
I was dead. 

Layed down in the grass 
This is death it will last 
Felt the blood rushing from my head 
Thank god I am dead 

My soul is now in heaven 
And my body is in the ground 
My heart is down in hell 
And I don’t make a sound 

Suicide was the answer 
The gun was the key 
Put the key in the door 
Im as dead as dead can be 

Down there my life had no meaning 
But up here im like a queen 
Living life with no regrets 
Living life were its not mean 

Waking up every day is a joy 
Down there it was fire and smoke 
As the smoke would burn my eyes 
And all hell would break loos 

Dad would always hit me 
Mum would always be high 
They never got over my sisters passing 
But just made me want to die 
Took their anger out on me
And never really spoke 
Just kept that bottle of jack 
And the pack of smokes

My mother and father never worked 
It was I who had to support 
So I wonder how they will do now…..

I’ve never felt freer 
Never felt more alive 
Never felt this happy 
Never wish to die…. 
As I lay in the meadow of flowers blue sky and peace. I slowly drift to sleep…. And suddenly wake up to speak. 


Details | Rhyme | |

Jesus Paid the Sacrifice

Jesus Paid The Sacrifice! Jesus sacrificed his life for you and me! So we can be with him for all eternity! His life for ours… a ransom was paid IN FULL, This is why I I love HIM so! Upon his head were placed the crown of thorns, Enduring so much shame and scorn. The blood from his body as it began to flow! The pain inside his body, Began to grow! The nails placed in his feet and hands, The pain he went through is hard to understand. His life for ours, is what he gave! His life for ours… Is what he did trade! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

Three Days Hence

It's been seven years, I almost forgot-
not this day: but the distance we've climbed.
I couldn't remember my age, because it correlates
to years we've been apart.

I forgot to be apprehensive, this time it was sneaky.
It waited for the first happy holiday wishing
from some idiot to remind me.
   It was Good Friday. 
When God took your spirit home
and left me dying to know,
how to love him for his sacrifice
when he asked me to give up you?
How do I heal this death and rise with you in his arms?

I blasphemy, I know, but you loved him more
in sight of you that graceful place grows
pale in and foreign in mine eye.

Alas, I fail the test, I could not be as strong as you.

We knew it would not wait, but the parting was still to fast.
I sat in thought three days before your sleep and asked,
"In three days time my savior died, I wonder hence
what of my soul will rise with his?"

And sitting easter morning, 
  holding some idiots well wished basket,
I realised Three days passed.
  He took you home and left me lost on Friday morn,
I wailed my loss through Saturdays more,
         and Easter morning I felt your last hug, your kiss good bye.

I cursed my self for asking, if my soul would rise with his,
    because you, my love, are my soul and all ready there
there fore I am not strong enough to give this pain up 
       to honor his sacrifice and transcend, I sit still lost and wonder:

I believe and I love, but I don't know how to rise
I don't now how to live again. 
Faith crushed I don't think I can trust.
I am the shell of your grace trying once more 
to live in the love that failed me, as I failed the gift of his sacrifice.


Details | Free verse | |

Five Letter Word

The chill outside the window swept the oatmeal room
where he took his comfort; a secondary womb
on days the sun refused to part the gloom
of ordinary lies.

The question wandered, clumsy, stumbling in his mind,
where the past took liberty, refusing to unwind.
Festered now, the fetid lines 
of ordinary lies.

~~~

Dying interrupted. A sound body
refusing to decay sufficiently
to enter the crypt.

Nothing matters, the daily crossword becomes
an endless solving. What is
a five letter word for

salvation? Preached as though it was believed,
available to all, free of charge, 
he would say to those

with ears, listening or not; but the specter 
of his heinous crime shattered
his chosen truth.

~~~  

Where in the dance does the music stop
for wounded children forever cursed
by the sins of a father?

Seventy times seven the prayer passed lips
quivering.  The godless sky with no light.
No stay of self execution.

~~~

On sunny days the old man still laughed,
less now though, and slurred.
The line of doubt

fastened by his clenched jaw
unwilling to surrender
to life, or death.

~~~

The bicycle pedals in rhythm the tune of
words falling on forever paper.
Blessed release.

The song of redemption. The older and the younger
suffer together, miles apart and wait
for a five letter word.
 



Details | I do not know? | |

teens life in Oakland

*A assignment was due in class. *

Every time a gun shoots
A tree looses its roots
Every time there is bloodshed
Along with it millions of tears are shed
Every time a heart is stabbed
Someone else’s life gets barren
As violence grows
Many more mothers moan
The sounds of destruction
Overpowers the voice of those
Who are innocent
Who suffer with no reason
Who beg for life
Who have heart full of innocence

Why do so much violence?
That the child’s cry cannot be heard
When his father is killed
Why do so much violence?
That a mother moans
Over her child’s dead remains
Why do so much violence
For winning any stupid battle
Which is taking lives
Of people who have wives
And mothers and children

When you can keep calm
Talk things out
Do whatever you can
To keep violence out
Because there is no sin as big as
VIOLENCE


Details | I do not know? | |

I Saved You

I worry about you,
Especially when you talk that certain way.
You have that sadness in your voice,
And claim you want to throw your life away.

I'll tell you this:
Life is a raging fire,
Something that is constant and dangerous
Not a calm horizon bliss.

For all the things that are now,
Is what makes up who you are.

Not the lies and deceit from others in your past,
Not the torture of living with whomever your living with,
Not the pain that you heart has been through,
Not the sadness of thinking you're an outcast.

What is here and now,
In this moment of this day,
From the time you wake up,
Til the time you rest and lay.

Forget yesterday,
Think about now.
Know that people love you and care,
Even if THEY don't show how.

But I saved you,
I saved you from making a mistake.
I'm glad you're here and alive,
For to lose you, would be like losing a part of my life.


Details | Free verse | |

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."


Details | I do not know? | |

Shane

A young man died and his family cried, they could not understand,
Why he was taken away from them on that day when life seemed ever so grand.

It just goes to show that you’ll never know, what will happen, when, where or how,
But what if you did, would you change things you said, would you put on a different show.

Or would you still be for all eyes to see the person that you always were.
A shoulder to cry on, someone to rely on, someone who was always there.

Someone once said you’re alive til your dead, never a truer word spoken,
But when you die young, songs are unsung and a million hearts become broken

I heard today of someone snatched away, someone who was one of my own
But I was unaware no one seemed to care or think to pick up the phone.

A families bond is supposed to be strong, so strong that it should never break
In times of gladness and even of sadness it’s our duty an effort to make.

An effort I say, it should not be that way it’s much deeper it’s something in built,
To pick up the phone or visit my home then there’s no need for feelings of guilt.

When families lose touch it shouldn’t take much to reunite with one another,
Cousin or nephew, niece, aunty or uncle and sometimes even sister and brother.

You just do not know when it’s your time to go so remember these words don’t forget
Because if you do you may one day too be filled with the deepest regret.



Details | Free verse | |

A Consciousness Of Self-Confidence

Death silently creeps in as the rule of no exception he takes up a collection of lost souls with no more time the one priceless possession Void of whats right is the existance I've come to know everything surrounding turns to shame hidden in sorrow yet I still live for tomarrow to realize these mending dreams take a look inside me not a man who's self decieved My diary is none of me that I paint easily unveiling made up of painful poetic verses that show I let go of hateful feelings for I am steadily rising no longer seems like a chore every day I wake up leaves me wanting less much more The only thing that ever stopped me was the nightmare I came to be even through the worst circumstances they left me with a certain understanding Death now watches over me I'm careful to nod my head for without his protection many times now I would lay lifeless without a voice that guides me no master do I call Lord every ounce of belief in me other faith is too much to afford as my dreams become reality you can only watch in wonder while I perform my miracles not atop the mountain, but under.


Details | I do not know? | |

Pardon my Insanity

I don’t want freedom. Forgive me for sounding paranoid or crazy.
But this man used me. After knowing my history of pain. 
Now I see why people kill the victims and themselves.
Doing away with all evil its emancipation. 
At my wits end. Where sanity has eaten away my brains.
Where my soul has no resting place. And tears are like acid.
That burns through my cheeks. Pardon my insanity.
For I have fallen too many times. Where getting up is just powerless.
My heart is caged. All the impact and friction it took, For years.
And still it beats. Keeping me alive to face another brutal blow.
Pain so severe. No medicine or words of encouragement
Can put me at peace. Love is inadmissible here.
For I am deceased .

01/17/13

 


Details | Dodoitsu | |

Dark Dodoitsu

branches gripping to ice-wind
ground, a white-hue of regret
standing lonesome, falling down
losing everything.


Details | I do not know? | |

FEAR!!!!!

I RUN from FEAR.

I HUNT for FEAR.

I HIDE in FEAR.

I FIGHT cause of FEAR.

I'm FAR from you.

I'm SCARED cause of you.

You're the FEAR that I HUNT.

You're the FEAR that I FIGHT.

You're the FEAR that SCARED me for LIFE.

*Comment if you have any thought and if you like it. oh and some of the poems i write arn't 
always my feelings. their some times just to get through other people so they can have 
something to read that just fit's them.*

                                              -Angel4eva23


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 | Rhyme | |

You can't tell life you're not ready

Life is precious without a sound when life comes it's more than profound life is 
full life is complete life can be short life should be sweet when life comes you
can't say no you can't tell life you're not readyl yet life is a gift not a present 

life is real life is a blessing I love you I want you here  what would you have said if only I had
stood still I find myself crying wondering how it would have been if I had only let life
in even though sometimes  we are short I know we can't stand life is what makes a man life 
needs a helping

hand life needs you to understand that you can't tell life you're not ready yet 
when that day comes obey god's word  you must make yourself ready to bring forth
that little boy or girl.


Copyright@November2010


Details | Free verse | |

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 | Narrative | |

All About Her

I dont know much about her
but I heard she wasnt that talkative
She didnt like being alive
She was numb to all the pain she had to go through

I heard she didnt like anything that was green
She ate roman noodles everynight for supper
She always wore flannels and bellbottoms
Sometimes i seen her wear dresses and fancy tops
But lately shes been wearing band shirts

She wears converse shoes and uses an army bag for school
I know that she dosent like to communicate through talking... only through her peoms
or sometimes even her songs.

I see her drawing and painting all the time
She draws famous people
She would like to be famous and not so unknown
When she tries to speak to anyone they always walk away and leave her alone

When she gets home she goes upstairs to play her bass guitar
She hates chocolate cake but loves chocolate
Her family left her behind because she cant forget her past

Sometimes when shes alone she contemplates the meaning behind her life
Her favorite color is gray because her life is black and white
Everything she says is false according to the world

She is not so innocent
I understand that she dreams about the perfect life
When she opens her eyes they are pitch black

She is someone that is fake
She acts nothing like she should
She is very grungy and unclean

She knows of no safety
and of no time
Her life is smashed into pieces by the giant sun

She will always be a ghost
She knows of no god
She crawls around in the world of death
She remains forgotten


Details | Free verse | |

Today Time Stood Still

Today time stood still, I could see existence in its clearest form. A vibe of coldness and silence, yet peaceful and reassuring, you could almost imagine it to be the same feeling of initial death. 

The curse of knowledge and intelligence is you know too much. Sometimes that ignorant bliss seems attractive, but even if given the choice I would not go back, as the more I learned the more i seeked. 

I pray for humanity and the will of the people, the story draws close to the end and with hope I watch . . . in the end good will always prevail, Amen


Details | Rhyme | |

If I die before I wake

As I die he will be with me,
I fell in love he had the key,
And always knelt on one knee.

My last thoughts are of him, 
As the lights go dim,
Life circling on a rim.

All at once we are apart,
The taste is so tart,
It all hits me in the heart.

You are left to live,
My heart your captive,
There is nothing to forgive.

My cheeks blush so shy,
With a tear in my eye,
As I start to die.

Fear not for I am well,
As many up here can tell,
It is not quite hell.

As I look from above,
kissing the forehead of my love,
I wonder what he dreams of.

I look at him so fondly,
his lips curve so grandly,
as he sleeps so soundly.

I'm like a hummingbird fluttering over his bed,
I wish to be with him but I am dead,
My life over and has fled.

I fear for my love for he is kind,
Strong handsome and well lined,
But now I leave him way behind.

Finding love is like a quiz,
Never knowing what it is,
He needs love from a heart as strong as his.


Details | Haiku | |

hanging around

as the wind blows south
the poplar tree saps black blood
soaked are roots with pride


Details | Etheree | |

Daddy Dearest

dear
daddy
even though
your gone from here
I shall remember
father's day has always
been your favorite time so
today I come and placed a rose
at the foot of your grave- sites bedding
and I even placed one for mama too






In Loving Memory


Daddy 1925-1981
Mama  1934-2005

        {RIP}


Details | Free verse | |

A Mistake That Killed

In a race
There I ride 
I took a turn 
And cost a life
With a gash in my head
I ran to the other car
Inside were two men
One I recognized
I pressed my face on the shattered glass
And found my father, whose life just passed
A rush of guilt
Killed my mind
But not as much
As I ended my father's life.


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 | Epitaph | |

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…  


Details | Lyric | |

In Another Light

The best thing you can do about a suicide is understanding it.

The boy opens the door and walks by his mom
his mom says "how was school"
He doesnt respond 
he walks silently to his room
His mom turns away in sadness
"its dinner time Kurt" she yells up the stairs.
He walks slowly down the steps
Hiding something in his hand as he puts it in his pocket
His mother is setting the table
Putting meat on his plate 
He sits down unto the seat
not touching his food
"is there something wrong with it?" his mom asks
He doesnt look at her
"talk to me. why have you been ignoring me" she repeats.
He gets up off the chair and walks outside
Walking into the woods as his mom runs out
"get back here where are you going"

Every living thing dies alone." he writes in white on a tree in there back yard
He throws the rope over the toughest branch
He steps up unto a little chair
Tying the rope around his neck
The chair falls

His mom worries in panic
She cant find him anywhere
She waits up all night

The Next Morning"

She walks out to the garden
Looking up at a tree
She sees the fallen chair from behind a tall bush
She runs
Picking up the chair
Seeing the thing she never thought would have happened
She falls to her knees
A tear falls from her cheek
Not understanding 
Reading the words on the tree
Every living thing dies alone"
She wonders
Thinking
Crying

She untangles him from the tree and holds him
Talks gentle to him
Something she hasnt done in a while
Now grasping the meaning behind what he has done

The best thing you can do about a suicide is understanding the meaning behind it.


Details | Elegy | |

No Title to This

Stuck at the bottom 

I'm caving in. 

One thought of you not here 

Puts me in a claustrophobic nightmare. 

I can't wake up. 

I may not see you again. 

Reality isn't different from my sleep. 

I'm still running aimlessly away to nowhere. 

I'm so blinded. 

Every second is hidden that I'm spinning in circles. 

Makes me reckless, violent, purple dead. 

Over and over something's wanting me to say 

I was a creep for treating you that way. 

Can you forgive me? 

I promise I won't make you cry. 

One more chance I'll be a loyal friend. 

Walk to your door. 

I'm closing in. 

Standing on thin ice there's no turning back. 

I'll say it straight out without fumbling. 

For once in my life 

I confess it was a mess. 

Screwed up everything special we had planned. 

But now I'm here alone. 

Hope is my only invisible ally. 

I raise my white flag to the skies. 

Will you operate my wounded heart? 

The stakes are high. 

But I'm willing to continue where we left off 

If you have room in your heart for rent.


Details | Ballad | |

The dead line

Better look to the lamb
and fall to your knees
for the Reaper
witnesses all that he sees
 
This fallen angel’s
made a career of evil
the father of sin
this black/red coated devil
 
He minds over death’s valley
With his hot road to Hell
and with determined temptation
will lure you with his spell
 
He’ll sit by your shoulder
and by ill thought word or deed
your conscience will torture
and your pained soul shall bleed
 
This masterful serpent
with fire of unknown origin
whose pit of raging flames
is the prize that you’ll win
 
So beware of the tongue
and do what is right
stay away from the darkness
and look only to the light


Details | Rhyme | |

LIFE

Two hearts beat, now beating faster; beating until they're one 
Two souls breathe, now breathing deeper; breathing until they're done 
Two lovers see forever, and forever is where they run 
One child comes home tomorrow for life has just begun 

Even when the rainbow's glowing, the skies can seem so gray 
Even when the wind's not blowing, the tides can turn your way 
And when the water's raging, beneath skies that seem so blue 
It's just your body aging, and it has nothing to do with you 

So now when our God comes calling, I'll hold your hand and stroke your hair 
Yes, as snowflakes start falling, I will look for you everywhere 
And Mother, as you start flying, remember as you rise above 
Marlene, you are not dying, but finding everlasting love 

One child goes home tomorrow to embrace the Father and the Son 
One child who knows no sorrow, for life has just begun


Details | Kyrielle | |

A STEADY LIGHT

In a dark, uncaring world such as ours,
there must me a steady light at all times:
bring your candles and your Christmas's carol books without being told...
ring out bells to the wild sky overlooking the bright and peaceful road!


Darkness has prevailed since our ancestors sinned,
let it end today to face a blessed day never imagined:
honor and worship your God by praising Him for His undeserved kindness...
ring out wild bells to the wild sky awaiting profound peace found in stillness!

A loving brother should never hate his own brother so kind,
as Cane did with premeditated murder on his carnal mind:
realize the heinous action that initiated the flow of first, innocent blood...
ring out wild bells to the wild sky as everybody smiles and sings out loud! 


Harmony has finally returned after a long absence,
to change hearts and minds and instill confidence:
angels peak and delight in seeing the happy smiles on faces below...
ring out wild bells to the sky on the jolliest season buried in snow!  







Details | Rhyme | |

His Last Praise

To the tranquil heavens he raised
his last words, the soldiers he praised
for their bravery in killing little innocent children
and their strength in abusing the weak brethren

To the vast blue skies he raised
his last poetic voice, the dictators he praised
for their hearts of stone that killed many living flesh
and their eyes that rejected the hungry while they eat fresh

To the smooth sailing clouds he raised
his last voice, the heroes he praised
for their courage to risk their spirit to save
their race and their lives are the gifts they gave

To the warm embrace of the wind he raised
his last gratified song, the mothers he praised
for their small voice in begging compassion
their ardent love for their family is raging with passion

To the spirit from the gas chamber he raised
his last breath, the future survivors he praised
for their silence and tough faith
he wished for their triumph over uncertain fate

To the darkness of his sight he raised
his last prayer, his God he praised
for giving devils that let him hold a candle to light
and for teaching him to make worth of his life


Details | Free verse | |

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. 


Details | Burlesque | |

A shame it is not

“She died? So what?!” she said.
She lived the life of an heiress- chilled, lazy, bossy.
It was all over the news, but the only people that cared, were the people who didn’t know her.
“Good riddance! She only thought about herself!”
Everywhere you turned in Heropotoko Village, where the young woman lived, mean horrible things were being said about her.
“Why the hell are people crying for? She couldn’t even decide on a husband!”
Laughs became common, the rich became middle class, and so did the poor.
When her will was read it said, “To the people of Heropotoko, I give my fortunes- all of it.
There will be no more tears or anger- only love, as your fifty-year-old heiress will soon see a brighter day."


Burlesque Twist


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 | I do not know? | |

Asking for a name list

To cry I’ll be able to make
How many people
After my death?
Who are they?
What are they of mine today?
Did I love them?
Did I do for them?
Why they would cry?
Did I cry?
For why? For whom?
Yes, I’m dying soon.

_______________________


May 3, 2010
Kallyanpur, Dhaka
Bangladesh


Details | Quatrain | |

Upper Hand

Free will and choice, we think we know,
the high road calls our name.
But man's destruction arises low
in a part we just can't tame.

And evil's there, in quiet repose,
we rap it's hollow door.
And here we sit for what we chose
as they tally the final score.

Of all the battles we fought within,
none matter but the last.
An epic struggle set to begin
from which our destiny is cast.

In the afterlife of death's staid pale,
too late to take a stand,
will eternity be in heaven or hell?
We must await the upper hand.


Details | Elegy | |

My Kashmir Burns (Part 2)

Another son is dead, until five he lived.
For his long life at Shah-Hamdan he had threads tied
“Shehij ninder yee nai. Gahas Kormakh Khudayas Hawale”, his mother cries.
No news can penetrate across the mountains. Satellites work here no more
My Kashmir burns. And no one knows.
An old woman with torn scarf sits besides fire. While feeding her neighbor’s child
She sighs. Is my son dead or alive? She silently cries.
In Madrasa I hear children reciting Quran. A girl’s come out dragging her feet.
I remember her from somewhere. I remember her seeing naked. 
Oh! God she is the one who was raped.

Nights have turned pitch black. My eyes are losing the habit of sight
Midnight soldier’s set another house ablaze. At least there is some sort of light.
Many letters have been written to God. Postcards posted of those raped girl’s 
But its curfew again. No post office deliver’s the message again.
Death comes from everywhere. Close your windows mother
For bullet respects no womb. It turned Gulistans into tombs.
From the plains the visitors come to visit their God’s
They are our only witnesses but hypocrites at heart.
They say paradise is kaasmir. While my Kashmir is ablaze
They testify against us. Is anybody witnessing this? No one at all
Be witness to at least this. Open up your eyes my Lord!

When paradise is painted with colors of hell, certainly divinity loses its grace
In the news the reporter is beaten. Bamboo sticks are hungry for human blood.
Let Kashmir go to hell. A new promise in their portfolio.
Threads have given up at Dastegeer’s place. Even they are horrified at our fate.
In Maisuma boys are dragged by police. They close their dreams, end their screams
In a police gypsy.
Men shape into monsters when they are given right to anarchy.
The gypsy drives them into the dark cantonments. They will remember this day
Interrogation officer comes. After celebrating his son’s birthday.
The winds from the cantonments bring their news
Burned tires around their necks. Burning stoves near their heads.
The knife tearing up their flesh.
And the boys cry, “We haven’t batted yet. Cricket. We know nothing”.

Death wants children to be headlines
Hunger has affected the heavens as well.
Graves are full. No more space left.
We need land of the plains. For our graves.
In the ac car the bureaucrat goes. The mother’s with search full eyes
Ask about their sons they lost. They drink their tears
And he sips champagne.


Details | Free verse | |

Cold Shadows of Subconscious

Cold shadows form
Blacker bars from locked window
Fall upon the remaining light and I
Wake caged memories as animals
Metaphors arouse the senses
Silence louder grips regret
And all I can do
Is think to run
But, instead I again hold on tighter
To my waning sanity
No signs insist on warning
Moments like rocks are falling
Always continue to pile up images within
That now stirs the soup thick dark 
And begin to play out
An unspeakable act 
Every year upon this very day
I watch from balconies, stuck 
In tragedies portrayed
And now I see…
What I forgot
Mother, lying
Covered about her sins
Beneath, I’m a child crying
Guilt turning always finds its way 
Around the coo-coo clock
Of hands and helpless
To time’s army, life’s ending, ticking, plot
If, but for an instance
I could be free
Free from what
A reality without her
And her needed love
When is enough, enough!
Please, subconscious just let me go…
And I promise
I’ll keep on… going and forgetting


Details | Prose Poetry | |

lead my hand o' dear life

lead my hand o' dear life

lead my hand
on this land
o' dear life, 
until the end

o' dear thought
of comfort

seed my life
feed me not in strife
bleed me joy from nine to five

lead me a journey of phases
a journey of ages
to face this

germinate in me a corn
of survival 
a history of possibilities
a record of living to afford
a source to live

for this life 
is a choreographer of life
a propeller of existence
an economy of spiritual commodities

a tear drop of opportunities
yet not so many does see its commonalities
an event of anomalies and regularities

lead me a way o' dear life
carry me a sledge on a journey of life 
a terrain of survival and life

a gemstone for many
a pentagon of any
a model of penny

an artwork of joy

a string of life on a journey
a script of many
a stanza of any

opn08022012/0106

from: 'journey of life' and 'on a journey', 
february 2012 

>> ntema's unique poetry (nup) 
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lead-my-hand-o-dear-life/


Details | Verse | |

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.


Details | Clerihew | |

The Mayas veil

Apocalypse if prepared tomorrow,
The Mayas veil
Might reveal
Today we must revel and read my song of sorrow.


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 | 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 | Free verse | |

My Mind


My mind        

My mind is a prison
Overpopulated with remorse
Incarcerated by images of sin
My mind refuses rehabilitation
It cowers in a concrete corner
Face in hands; protesting parole
My mind punishes me with guilt 
Terrorizing my thoughts 
A reoccurring rape of recidivism
My mind is unforgiving
It confiscates my hope
Segregates my dreams in isolated darkness
Allowing occasional one hour visits of  promise.
My mind is a complicated collage of convicting confessions
Callously castrating my continuing calls for clemency
My mind mocks mercy
It Mimics moments of misery In a mental mirror
Molesting my mild memories in a riot of regrets
My mind wants no truce
It gladly guards my goals behind gilded gates of grief
Giving me a life sentence of worry
My mind is a prison that I cannot escape
Every night I am summoned from my dim-lit cell
And violently beaten into submission
Here, I repent
I pray for a pardon
And although the Almighty has given me a reprieve
My mind assures me that death is my only release


Details | Lyric | |

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.


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 | Elegy | |

SORRY FATHER

(LAMENTATIONS BEFORE DEATH BY A DEPRESSED SON)

YOUR DREAM FOR ME WAS SO DEEP
THAT IS WHY I WAS BORN FOR KEEP.
YOU WANTED ME TO BE A TRUE SON 
AND WANTED ME TO SHINE LIKE YOUR SUN-

YOU WANTED ME TO FOLLOW YOUR VALUES;
YOU WANTED ME TO BE IN THE RULES,
AND BE A MASQUERADE OF YOUR OWN
SO THAT YOU BE PLEASED; A SON LONE.

YOU WANTED ME TO BE A CHRISTIAN
AND WANTED ME TO ENTER YOUR TRAIN
OF HOPE AND GOOD LIFE.YES GOOD LIFE.
OH FATHER!HOW I HAVE STRIVED!

I BELIEVE YOU GAVE BIRTH TO THE WORST
OF CHILDREN IN THE MENTAL FROST;
CHILD 'MONG THE WORST, AN ACCURSED.
I AM THAT CHILD WHO IS CURSED-

FORGIVE ME FATHER.I AM SORRY.SORRY .
CAN'T FULFILL YOUR DREAMS;I'M NOT HOLY-
I'M INSTEAD A CHEAT;THIEF,DISGRACE.
I AM A BAD AND BAD FACE-

I AM THAT USELESS SON YOU HAD.
I AM THE BAD CREATURE WITH CRUEL HEART.
FORGIVE FATHER.FORGIVE ME, FORGIVE-
I CANNOT STILL BE YOUR SON;HOW I GRIEVE.

YOU HAVE NO HOPE,DON't DREAM-
YOUR CHILD IS BAD AS ALL SEEMS.
FORGIVE ME FATHER,SWEET FATHER.
GOOD BYE (WEEPS), SORRY FATHER....


Details | Rhyme | |

My last dying breath

With my last dying breath, I will whisper your name. As my life slips away slowly, so does this pain. 
   Your name passes my lips, and releases it's grip. No more need to hold on, to this broken love trip. 
   Let me die all alone, you're too cold to come home. Now here in this light, your true colors have shown. 
   I held on for so long, said I'll never let go. But I've found peace in my soul, as my heart starts to slow. 
   Now burry me deep, in my own silent tomb. So heaven can take me, into it's uplifting womb. 
   I'll look down from the sky, as you struggle through life. And quietly pray, you get through all this strife. 
   At days end your alone, in your own bed of lies. And no one will hear, when your heart breaks and cries. 
   But  if you say you can fake it, 'til you finally make it. Then my life's in your hands, so feel free to take it. 

   For this life's not a game, we can play with no shame. It's a legend and story, that we leave with our name. 
   I'll go down in the books, as a man of good deeds. You'll go down with the world, suffocated in greed. 
   Now I'll spread my great wings, I'll look up and I'll fly. Leaving my last written passage, where I bid you good bye...
   
   


Details | Imagism | |

Within the Flame

Alone, he sits before the fire
comforted by its warmth
mesmerized by its flame.
Somewhere, deep within his eyes
determined to manifest themselves
ancient visions did appear.
Drawn from across the ages
gathered too from all nations
warriors march(ed) with strength reborn
across the great bridge of time
enemies no more.
Anguished voices, ages old
once carried upon the winds
cease forever to be heard
for now, only sounds of silence reign.
Ancient lands, old beyond their time
ravaged by wars too countless to note
covered for centuries in rivers of blood
will no longer bear the stigma.
With head bowed, a silent prayer given
one single tear shed, forgiveness asked
all help to cleanse and heal.
When angels ever gently place their hands
over battlefields once set upon by death
the healing process shall begin
and life will once again be restored.

©Melody A. Coster (12-16-06)


Details | Free verse | |

Passion And Shame Torment Him

otra vez,otra vez` I do, say and say again I am the rock star of the ring I risk my life again and again for fame, Some might think of my passion As just being poetic and practical Or simply culture or unethical However, nevertheless not when my life is on the line Stronger than a herd of Buffaloes Faster than the Speed of a race horse, He is now broken free of his corral A streak of fury, rushes me Despite my fear of dying, My main focus is to Take the bull down by its horn >> I looked deep into his eyes, I saw mingling of rage I carefully swung the cape, A taunt of furling red Aiming for its horns The crowd roars, while The old ladies sob for the bull The men cheers for Salvatore the Matador Nothing more stimulating than the ladies with the beautiful smiles The bull is going to die


Details | Verse | |

Blood Trills

Hey, Hey,
can you fill the need to bleed
alcohol lets its flow quicker
blood flows down the body it warmth
making you want to piss 
blood always turns me totally on
ladies do it best when they cut their wrist
nice warm bath candles lit 
no mess for the rest i can only
control how fast or how slow it flows
i control the suffering you control the pain
the night time is the right time
to make it bleed


Details | Blank verse | |

I choose to forgive

Dad died, i know what killed him
It was envy from another man
A man who still lives
A man who has boys like me
And girls so beautiful like my sister
I chose to do it just like that
Sending my father to the grave
With poison 
He thought none would know
But guilt struck him
Until it was too hard to bear
He run into another life
Of another young man 
And murdered him too
The village knew
They wanted to kill him
I felt like joining them
But 
I chose not
But to watch him stay and be tormented
By his sin and malice
That was not enough 
I understand that good haunts bad
I chose to forgive him
And love him
I shook hands
With my devil
And now even when 
I walk like an orphan 
I am happy that 
I forgave
The man who killed 
My precious dad 



Details | Cowboy | |

Untitled

Tainted love 
or tired love?
Smug attitudes
and weak games
Look at you!
Your such a lame!
Me cry?! Ha! Not no more!
NOT EVER!
Five point five years
What a joke?!
All you do is lie
Keep smoking your life away!
Wake up before its too late!
Before this love turns into hate!
Your too old to act this way!
Your too comfortable
You cant stay!
In my life!
In my way!
Goodbye to you!!!


Details | Romanticism | |

Come to me

Eerily, I seem to wake
At the droning dusk
To feed my hate
To quench my lust
To salvage the young
And drink them clear of their sweet rum.

Hauntingly, I approach.
As quiet as a rodents burst
Danger sends its shuddering calls
But a new victim still responds
He arrives in all uncertainty
Every step revealing an immaculate beauty.

The steady rhythm of his heart
Soars gloriously as the distance departs
How entranced he seems at the sight
Of this dainty maiden lost on this deep dark night
He smirks finally in victory
As he lifts her head to calm her imploringly

The sound of the wine
She hears within
Her thirst commands her to begin
Summoning the demon to arise again
And in her haste she embraces him
His musky scent mingling with her skin

In control he smirks again
Obliviously sinking closer to her chin
Ah! How perfect it all seems
He moves so enthusiastically
Ah kiss that rests between her breasts
In rapture she moans his sweet success

How naïve my child you have been
To fall for this beauties charms, such a sin.
Her fangs revealed in all luminosity
Kissing his neck she groans pleadingly
Swift as a cat she sinks them in
Drinking this wine, that’s so sweetly divine

In fear he screams, so diligently
Like every other victim, so obediently
Finally submitting to this sweet end
He is charmed much more, and he starts to soar
She holds him closer presuming it best
And devours his existence so full of zest.

As death opens to him her inviting gates
He pleads with this beauty to reconsider his state
“Take me alluring beauty, take me with you
I sell my soul submissively to you
Take me sweet princess, oh princess of death
Make me like you, ever so gently I beg.”

Alarmed yet unfocused
She cries once again
“I shan’t my sweet child, this I must forbid.
For a life till eternity, is something I do not wish
So lonely and vile, an existence it is
So addictive and filthy and sickeningly dismissed.”

“Forgive thee, my child.
I render not this
But, kiss ye goodbye
So thou can attain endless bliss.”
With those words, death claims her mesmerizing win
Once again victorious she returns to her inn.

So still with sorrow, but radiant with her feed
She is swept away by the dawn
As it arrives so steadily
Come sleep my ravenous one, rest your demonic self
Sleep ever so peacefully,
So you may rise to feed once again.

By 
Amanda.M.Miller


Details | Quatrain | |

The Greatest Gift

I sadly wear a crown of thorn
Upon the cross I am lifted
To this end was I born
Repentance, I have gifted.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

TIME

Tick tack  on the wall,
Knocking all the wall,
Scaring us all,
Muscling the muscles,
Muscling the morsels in us,
Quickening the finest deep,
The hidden gold of gold,
A dignity of labour,
How loyal and diligent you are,
Precious and precarious,
Dangerous and conspicuous.
TIME !!TIME!!TICK TACK!

Running without waiting for anybody,
How impatient could man be,
In your sound you keep man,
In haste at everydawn,
Thou hath in the haste of full dawn,
Desperately desperate,
Anxiously anxious,
Wisely wise are we and you
Preciously precious,
Nothing can be done without you that's obivously obvious.
TIME !!TIME!!TICK TACK!


We chose to choose you,
Working to work with you,
Falling to fall with you,
No time no food,
No time no suite,
No time no cheat,
No time no shift,
No time no me,
there is set time for everything,
Mama use to say,
Patience is virtue of time,
that's the way whichever way.
TIME !!TIME!!TICK TACK!


Details | Quatrain | |

Sandy Hook

Today, it just doesn't seem fair
That we are still able to breathe.
They have given us their air-
Our duty to lead the life they leave.


Details | I do not know? | |

ONLY ME

THE PAIN, THE CRIES, THE TRUTH,
THE LIES, PERPETUAL BLIS GONE AMISS:
HOPE LOST THEN RECOVERED.
SMALL DREAMS; NOW SMOTHERED, MEANING-
LESS FAITH BECOMES WRECKLESS HATE.
PAID FOR SINS NOT MY OWN, 
DEBT GROWS DEEPER THAN THE UNKNOWN.
SEAS OF EUPHORIC VISIONS FLASH
BEFORE MY EYES.
THE JURY'S VERDICT CAME WITHOUT DELIBERATION;
NO TRIAL.
"GUILTY", UNANAMOUS DECISION.
DOWNWARD SPIRAL BEGINS AGAIN, REACHING 
FOR THE PRESCRIBED STRENGTH; JUST TO MAKE
IT ONE MORE DAY.
RUSHED INTO REALITY, MY SPIRIT SOARS 
WITH DUALITY.
ONE SIDE GOOD, CLEAN, WHOLESOME FUN.
ANOTHER SIDE CONSUMED BBY THE HATRED  
CAUSED AND DONE.
WHICH SIDE SHALL IT BE, WHAT
SHALL I SEE, WHERE WILL I HIDE, WHO 
CAN SEE PAST THE LIES, WHEN CAN I BREATHE.
HOW WILL I RECOVER, WHO WILL
CATCH ME WHEN I FALL OFF THIS
ROLLERCOASTER.
ALL THE TIME, NEVER NEW; SAME-OLD, SAME-OLD, HIDDEN IN TRUTHS.
BELIEVE IN NOTHING, HOPE FOR EVERYTHING,
TRUST TO BE FREE, WISH THERE WAS
SOMEONE WHO COULD SAVE ME...FROM ME.
TO LOVE ONLY ME, TO HOLD ONLY ME.
TO SEE MY FAMILY AND SEE ONLY ME.
SELFISHNESS HAS BECOME MY ANONYMITY.
SO FOR NOW I'LL HOLD DEAR,
WHAT ONCE WAS SO CLEAR.
MY FUNERAL SONG IS NOW BECOME MY
LIFE'S MISSION...TO FREE THIS PAIN...I
HOLD SO DEEP INSIDE...ME...GOODBYE


Details | Lyric | |

Hidden Soul

                                         







      

                                                 Hidden Soul

                               I am a forever more, so deep I stay. 
                               I'm imperishable, quiet at the heart of form.
                               I fear what is no more to be feared.
                               I'm unseen and can rise with the wind.
                               When my body is strip of my worn clothes
                               and pierce to the depths of the heart,
                               reality remains, I am a forever more.
                               I'm man's greatest wealth drench in blood
                               but can't be wet.
                                             I'm the hidden soul.
                                                          
                                                        By
                                                  Jay JOHNSON


Details | Narrative | |

The Barman Legend

Another week ends and here I am once more. Friday evenings I sit, and my friend you pour. I drink to the gods who delegate my fate, a toast to a lover, a colleague or mate. You are "The Barman" a legend in your own right. You pour out the numbness, and soak up sins of the night. Stories are your rubix cube, a toy to pass the time. You listen with intent, a gate keeper in his prime. This week was different, there was a twinkle in your eye. You noticed, I noticed, and your smile was rye. A glance to your hands, and I see the crimson of blood. Your the legendary bartender, but are you evil or good? The tales you've absorbed, full of hatred and love. Which ones have you focused on, the flames or the dove? Suddenly I notice the bar is now empty. It's clear you are twisted, my one confession was plenty.......


Details | Bio | |

Go-Go Soul

With his go-go soul and sultry sound, he kicked out many lyrics and spat out many rhythmatic rhymes…they in the main stream at first rejected and disrespected his sound. They said it would corrupted the youth! Don’t mean a thing, he might say to them, if it ain’t got that go-go swing! With his trade mark glasses he sported with his guitar in tote as he strutted across the stage sporting that familiar treasure cat smile…as the black young youths on the dance floor…grinded out and sweated to his almost hypnotic beats and lyrical remixed of a restructured hit song …in a blacked out hole in some night club in the back streets of DC the former murder capital of the world! As he hollered out individuals names of people that seem to always follow him to just about ever one of his sold out shows…he even called out segments of each DC barrows as a show of appreciation for their loyalties and support. It took the main stream awhile to catch onto his different take on music…but he was not just the father of go-go music, he was an ambassador of all who truly love music and the lyrics of a song…he just remixed with his own flavor and called it the Chuck Brown and The Soul Searchers sound! Rock on Chuck, cause we know you got Gods Angeles grinding out to one of his sultry Go-Go songs! Even though we will all miss him, I know he got God even shaking his head to his Bustin Loose song!


Details | Free verse | |

Father

Father dear father
Copartner in my life
flesh of my flesh
bone of my bones 
alpha adam ancestor 
 
Daddy growing up 
you’re my hero
my idol my mentor
i look to you for strength 

Papa why do you drink
why are you so angry 
why do you hate
why the shame

Pop following in your footsteps
i am a drunk too
why do i do what I hate 
so much like you

Papa we are getting older
you are close to death
too late too soon 
to know what i know

Dad many years gone
i still miss you
I know now You 
Loved Me

Love, your son …


Details | Rhyme | |

Praise God

If it's not one thing then it's another.
I'm either fighting with my dad or hearing screams from my mother.
My girlfriend doesn't trust me. I can't pay for therapy.
I can't do this all alone. I get down on my knees.
I ask the lord for forgiveness, right before I begin.
Although he is a forgiving God, how could he look upon sin?
Prayer is so simple even a child can start.
It's not all imagination, your faith must come from the heart.
It's all so real, the thrill you feel, the chill that's going through you.
You no longer fear it, the holy spirit starts showing and glowing, it's true.
Who knew that you, that tough guy? The one that wouldn't believe?
Then why are you always calling out for him when your unable to achieve?
He's always there to help us. Stand out and give it a try.
The Closer you get to God you'll see this isn't a lie.
Thank you, Jesus! Praise Jesus! Halliugha! Oh Lord!
I can never lose a battle using you as a sword!
Life here is too short, yesterday is already gone.
Knowing where you'll spend eternity will help keep you moving on.
Praise God!


Details | Elegy | |

~WOUNDED~

~WOUNDED~


Please forgive me...


Sometimes th' hardships of life,devour Th' Lamb within
Strife n' cares of this world,often render me carnal
Pain and past failures,exhume hideous expressions of hate
Animosity it seems,pacifieth these insurrections too surely


Pardons are non~existant,in these upheavals of melancholy
The abandonings of my love,leaves my soul segregatious
Reckoning runs rampant,for seek of repression's remedy
For an cure for this curse,I long for th' day's dawning


My friends and lovers of fair,I beg your patience for my burdening
In th' finest moment in time,I hope we share bluest skies
For all hearts' desires granted,I would lay myself to rest
Even ones who loathe me,I would not allow their seclusion


If my truest of spirit and flesh,attain symmetry harmon'd...
You will see expressly how precious,you are to my delight'ng
But so many wounds exist,of battles long 'fore fought...
It is of a truth I am,from them all...dying



~AZAZA~'09


Details | Blank verse | |

As The Other Me Takes Over

Society is a reason that has just ran cold,
Like the tempature I'm feeling never seems to get ahold,
The sadness lingers over and the beauty starts to fade,
When I saw all the negative on the news today,
The darkness that is surrounding me has found a new home,
Deep inside my brain it swells trying to kill the bold,
The new found confidence I had seems to have been old,
Like the old man with the cancer that has just got told,
I know he's still with me in my heart and in my soul,
but I just can't stand what this new year has to hold,
Will it be good for me, will I see, 
All the positive, when will the demons stop to breathe?
There like vultures in my body, I can feel them feed,
All this happiness that I held, were they just a dream?
I've found a medicene that will kill the pain, of the hurt I share,
Your pain it scars me like a knife cutting threw the care,
The worry of this generation is not what it should be,
But I was left with a gift, I'm lucky too be me.
Can I be the light, In the darkness?
Can I bare the stake running threw your lungs,
Can I be the air that you breathe when the whole worlds died,
Can I be the tears in the midst of happiness you cried?
 
Please love me now and in return I'll make your life worth while,
and you won't know what is hurt, I'll heal your wounds and take you from your life,
Give you a new start and I'll set things right,
I see the innocense in a noose every single night,
I wish I could pick them off the rope so high,
What would drive them too that point,
I regret the days I spent,
Being so unhappy in the life I live,
I'm trying to be proud in a world where it's scarase,
Where children have no parents,
Where the government is only but single Tyrants,
So make my job easy and give me the knife,
That will kill these lunatics that crave the night,
That don't do whats right,
I will train in the darkness where I'm the only light,
I will rid the world of there parrell and strife.
Please god just save me tonight.


Details | I do not know? | |

My Final Confession

I AM FADING FROM AN INFESTATION I CAN NOT CONTROL, YET IT IS A DESEASE I HAVE MANUFACTURED MYSELF. INVOLENTARY SELF MUTILATION TRANSFORMS INTO AN UNWANTED SUICIDE, STRICTLY FORBIDDEN CONSTENT OFFERS FOR IMMEDIATE HELP. CONFUSED BY THE MIRROR IMAGE OF MANIPULATION, REMINISCING ON THE TEARS NEVER SHED, A HORRIBLE AND DIGUSTING TRUTH. A SOUL VOID OF ALL POSSESIONS, FOREVER LOST, HAVE GAINED ABSOULUTLEY NOTHING THEREFORE HAVE ABSOULUTLEY NOTHING TO LOSE. LIVING NIGHTMARES BEFORE DIENG IN DREAMS, THESE TRIALS A SISTORTED ILLUSION OF SELFIOUS SARIFICE, MY DESTINY NEVER REVEALED. DISCOVERING THE TOMB IN WHICH I SEEK, DESCENDING THE STEPS INTO ETERNITY, THE TRUTH THAT RIDDLED MY DEATH IS NOW FOREVER CONCEALED. MY CONCIENSCE UNABLE TO REGISTER THE HEARTAHE OTHERS MAY FEEL, SUICIDAL TEMPTATION INEVITABLE, A REGRETABLE DEATH I MYSELF DESPISE. MY BROKEN HEART, AN AMPUTATED ORGAN, MY SOUL A BURNING NOOSE, WHICH LONG AGO HAS BEEN BRAIDED, KNOTTED AND TIED. MY LIFES STORY HAS BECOME A VACANT JOURNAL, THEE POETIC TRAGEDY, A WRITTEN OBITURARY THAT LEADS TO MY FABLED FINAL DESTINATION. THESE TRIALS AND TRIBULATIONS HAVE REPELLED ME FROM CERTAIN FAITH, LOOKED FOR DEATH TO EASE MY PAIN AND GRANT ME ENTERNAL SALVATION. MY LEGACY HAS SURVIVED WITHIN AN ABYESS OF MISDIRECTION, CAUSING ONLY DISAPPOINTMENT, LET THIS BE MY COMFORT, MY LAST WRONG DESICION. SO PLEASE FORGIVE ME FATHER FOR I HAVE SINNED, ALLOW ME TO NOW FACE MY FINAL JUDGEMENT, FOR THIS IS MY FINAL CONFESSION.





 


Details | I do not know? | |

The Gift of Choices

Hello, dear tumor,
my miracle, my gift

You’re my crossroad to life
or a death that is swift

You’re the real deal,
there’s sure no denying

So which do I choose -
living well, or just dying?

I’ll take Option A
on the menu of choices

Option B can only serve
to silence my voices

Who have so much to say
Yes, I choose life today
And for this, the whole universe rejoices!


Details | Rhyme | |

Confessions of a Young Man

If you believe I was born to fall in love with other men
Then, you’re not familiar with this life
No one is ever born into this filthy sin
If it’s so, there’s was no need for the one called “Jesus Christ”

Make no bones about it, we deny Him, when we chose to chose this choice
As it is, to hide our guilty conscience and pretend to make peace with it
We begin by convincing ourselves that the wrong is merely right
And you joined in…with the conspiracy, thinking you were being such a good friend but, instead you helped in making iniquity normal in the end

I begged! I pleaded for months with my accomplices! “Please, please repent”!
I wanted to embrace what’s light and out all these lies! The propagandas of homosexuality!
But, then ones who yelled out acceptance loudest were the ones who then, threatened …
To shorten my life’s and its own expectancies 

“No, the truth can’t get out” they said. Oh! The evil of this society
But, now we have to emulate the lie by teaching it to our very little kids
Why must we take away their innocence? Why must also start putting confusion into teens?
Guess what? If you’re not born with it, you can now choose a gender in an elementary classroom quiz

God, I am only twenty four years old…
Why couldn’t I understand what I was doing before it grew too late?
I know you love me but, before I loved you, I so much more loved the world
In my end, I am glad to have found a true friend and I’m sure he’ll miss me as he relates my confession, of a young man who died from aids.


This piece is a confession related to me, from a young man named “John” whom I spoke with for several months on Sundays after church.  “The whole lifestyle is akin to a brainwashing by peers and one’s self” said John.       ©copyright 1996


Details | Free verse | |

Flying out:Transitions


I know that's how death will come,
Suddenly flying into another orbit
when you are photographing flowers.
It's not a gentle transition.
No-one will know where you've gone.
One step wrong and you're.
off the high wire
And plunging into the no safety net.
Flying for a while;
Jumping into hyperspace,spinning electrons
Startle your grey eyes.
Transiting the new black sun
You're on a double gold helix,
Spider on your web,
Knitting furiously
Into the future heaven on gossamer wings.
Butterfly goodbye,I'm off to see the stars.
And the black holes.Noone will come with me.
I'm shaking off,evaporating into mist.
I'm a flying saucer on a circus mission.
I can't say no to a new invitation.
Make it fast and break with tradition.
Time is passing smoothly till that break
In the music,I've been transmuted into a different key
someone else will play me on their violin
I'm a tune,
I'm a thought,
I'm a whisper in your vision.
Goodbye,darling.I'm under orders
Ready to leave for my performance
On the electric carpet.
Death dancing to a tune on a violoncello,
Arpeggionne sonata
i'm playing your words upside down
In a new foreign translation,
Accompanied by solo artists,ice cracking
I'm going in.It's too sudden.
I'm flying.
Spinning faster to amuse the clowns,
too many ups and no downs.
I'm going right out of orbit
I've broken the pull of gravity,
And fly with pure equanimity
Into my future life,
I'm off at some moment,
An instant ,a crack,a loud smack.
That was me passing.


Details | Lyric | |

Death Meets Love

I got trapped in the dark 
the cancer creeps closer towards my heart 
I cant stand the pain that starts

they put a needle in me 
my heart stops beating 
I cant hear my thoughts or what im feeling

everything seems cluttered 
I stand here in a daze 
but your face starts to fade

I start to loose my feeling 
my hands are numb and my toes wont budge
my brain stops working 
little flakes peel off my heart

my heart turns gray 
I cant wait to fly away
in the light I shall go 

somewhere else but my home
where pain meets pleasure and death meets love


Details | Lyric | |

Missing

Walking around the graveyard
Untaggling his hands from the pocket in his jacket
its clear in his head that he's screaming for something
that something is missing within his heart

Taking off his hat as he sits it on her grave
Pulling out a piece of paper
The death certificate that her name was signed on
a tear falling from his cheek 
he reaches down to pick up the flower he laid there before

crumples at his touch
sitting down the piece of paper
he asked her
how can i love?
when the one i want is not here?

tears fall from his eyes unto the paper 
he lights a candle
sits it by her tombstone

He lays down beside her
listening to the wind
hoping to hear her voice
something he longed for
something that he was missing

he falls asleep
holding the stem of the rose that crumpled before
The pedals fly away with the wind
and the flame of the candle burns out
the rain starts to fall

He lays with his eyes closed
He goes back in time
The rose pedals fall back unto the stem
The paper flies back into his pocket

He walks back into town
Back into the house he was at before
Back at her funeral
to the hospital they were at
When they found out she had cancer
To the church where they got married
To the time when he asked her to marry him
Finally to the place where they met

There story replays again in his mind
he lays cold on the ground beside her
The wind dies down
and the candle starts burning again


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The Escapist's Plea

When you can longer run away from yourself
When you thought there were no more tears to cry
When you just want to die
Living like this consumed by the façade of a million lies
So many years, so many days
Waking up to people who no longer care you're there
You ask how can this be, one short organic vitality
Wasted with living; the slowest way to die

The shadows of shame weigh you down 
Until you drown, filled with only their hate
All you can turns grey, and all you ever loved fades
The agony is all you know, thank you pain
A self-sadist Is all you have become, j
ust how they showed you, craving so much more
Just to hide up all of the misery
But under cloth it still bleeds

This is the Escapist's Plea
For the one who fall to their knees in misery
Trying to stay sane but fall under September's rain
Dying from the invisible disease, only you can see
Stigmatized by their sadistic need
Only if I could just fly away
...Fly Away


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Judgement Day

Judgement Day

The misconception about this day
Is that it’s just one day
Well today
You’re gonna hear the truth 
Now you can take it or leave it
But this is what I was sent here to do

Following the war of Armageddon
The earth will morn
It will begin the thousand year process
Of being restorn
For those who survive Armageddon
Hope will be your first born

Now let’s not confuse this moment in time
A day is a thousand years in God’s eyes
And if the wages of sin is death
Then that means
He won’t judge you on what you did before you died

So when the scrolls open, 
It doesn’t read your past 
It’s a new requirement that you must obey
So the earth you can reap at last

So no, you won’t be standing in a line
He will judge you on what you choose to do
During that time
It’s like a chance at redemption
A chance to be a part of a perfect condition
You’ll see your dead loved one and 
The past!
You won’t even mention

The earth will be restoring from the years
Of evil and pain
Cleaning out it’s core
Regenerating – becoming exactly like before
And even when witnessing and seeing all this proof
People will still deny divine force
Yes. And the 144,000 will rule as kings
Don’t believe me its in the verses at Revelation 14.


He has delegated this work in progess
Organized in a way you’ve never seen
And if you don’t heed the word
You will be destroyed
And you wont inherit the earth like the meek

So I say this
Get your mind right and you can
Experience bliss
Cause once the blaze is kindled
And he asks you to keep your head bowed low
You better conform
And if not you gon’ miss the boat

Now this day will come
It’s a time you cant prevent
But I can guarantee that no one 
Will suffer eternal torment
Except the Devil, the one He throws in the abyss

There is hope to fill the silence
And there is another chance
That’s why he died for our sins in advance
You’ve been warned now
So make sure you got a solid plan


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The Trial of the Brazen Boy

Inconsiderate Brazen Boy 
Who knows not what good to do
You forget your manners
Respectful to none but those with a gun
And thus having broken all the rules
Inconsiderate Brazen Boy 
Who in spite of a good mother’s love
Shows no kindness, sympathy, nor compassion
You follow not the Golden Rule she taught
But seek only ill-gotten crimes of passion
Inconsiderate Brazen Boy 
Thy callused heart strings untuned
What innocence is left with in your breast
What values have you for those that adored you
Having their hope replaced by your dope
Is this the life you envisioned
Inconsiderate Brazen Boy 
Your once good name now vulgar
Your pants hang low so your butt can show
And you believe it’s sexy
Inconsiderate Brazen Boy 
Death and violence amidst your comrades 
Will bring about your destruction 
Thy family of gang which kill, cheat, and steal
You lay still in a red pool of clay as they mock you
Inconsiderate Brazen Boy
Stand before thy creator
For your life for right you tossed for the left
Only now do you weep for the Savior


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BRUCE KEVIN

MY STORY IS LONG AND OH SO SAD
HEROIN WAS HIS TRUE DEMISE

HE WORKED VERY LITTLE BUT THE FACT
IS KNOWN, HEROIN WAS THE CHOICE FOR 
NOT ALCHOHOL ALONE

HE WAS A GOOD PERSON REALLY HE WAS
FOR HELPING OTHERS HE TRIED TO DO

HE WAS A POOR SOUL, THAT HAD LOST HIS WAY
WHAT A SHAME HE HAD SO MUCH PAIN

REMEMBERING BRUCE WHEN WE WERE GROWING UP
HIS HEART WAS GOOD AND HE HAD SO MUCH

A HOME, A CAR AND PARENTS WHO CARED

BUT THE DRUGS WON HIM OVER, HIS POOR SOUL IN NEED

HE DID TAKE MONEY AND STOLE THINGS, FROM THE FAMILY MY
DAD OH WHAT A MESS IT WAS TO HAVE BEEN FOR HIM 

HE DIED ON MEMORIAL DAY 2003, LET US REMEMBER THAT OTHERS 
ARE AT RISK AND I WAS TO TELL THE STORY OF BRUCE LIKE HE WANTED
TO INSTRUCT OTHERS TO BE OFF THIS HORRIBLE TRAIN
THE TRAIN THAT LED HIM TO SELF DESTRUCT, 

BUT THE WONDERFUL 
THING ABOUT MY BROTHER BRUCE
HIS KIND HEART AND SOUL WAS THE THING HE TRULY HAD THE MOST OF

WHAT A WASTE OF A HUMAN BEING WHO KNEW, THE HEARTACHE AND PAIN OF THE
DRUG CALLED HEROIN


Details | Terzanelle | |

Absence

December’s Time of mourning and joy in Europe
Crossing the red gates, bridges, towers and walls, 
It slips on the slippery velvet revolutions` slope.

Candles burned, rolled, stopped extinguished by wind 
The crying of lambs and cynical lights shot, shouted, and cried;
Wolves changed the hair with season, fortress and bind.                                                             

Then, it snowed a lot, and there was a white flood 
At the other side of the crying of Lot: orange, green or blue 
Covered the slaughter house and the hot blood;

Miners, archeologists of inner conscience sleep in the old library;
A bell tolls with sounds, tones and other colors a new history;
Festive lights, martyrs and candles lie around sanctuary…

Temptation of good everywhere in the world 
In hiding place, absence of good may grow:  
Collect infinite goods sharpen new swords.
    
In Plato`s cave, the fire still burns spreading strange shapes:
Angels and keepers of flame, finding harmony in agony
Freed handcuffs of tyranny, liberty`s monsters like grapes…
Absence of empathy, mercy and shame sums history`s irony.


Surat Al-`Asr ( 103)
The Declining Day…
Know 1Corinth13:4-13;1John4:8-16 ?


Details | ABC | |

Midnight Skies

Midnight Cries In midnight skies the cries of love drift off to sleep in endless love. For he who heard them. Sent them hope, that God created a world for them. For us to see and bare good times. For no more hurt and devishlish crimes. For the earth which once was good. Is soured and torn. There are no morals or dreams no more. Or hope of good things when suffering soars. For they are crushed by his vast sword. For he who has the greater sin. He has carried and been burdened with. He has been forgotten. In times like these. Because people hearts bleed with disease. For they have burdened him with more sin. They have forgotten the pain he is in. For he so carried his cross with pride. A younge man who was destined to die. No matter what the world does think. This man did live before we did. We have lost our way in darkened times. Like lost sheep we have roamed, away from him. If youd only listen and help to carry his cross. Take the blame for things done past. Change our ways for hope to last. We wont do that out of pride. When he is denied. I feel for him. I pick his cross up and help him off the ground. For he is my brother. Who I have found. He has carried that cross. No man deserved his life in such a lose. Tormented and torturded to no extent. He didnt look like a mere man in the end. He coutinued to stand even after he fell. Showing me the strength of Heaven and hell. For a man so strong, so bold and kind. Showed me what we can do as man kind. He gave his life for everyone who reads this. For those who can not see. Do not be blind Find this man, for he needs you. He gave his life to save you. With your help, you raise his cross. You heal that burden of love. That has been lost. Ease his pain and find your way. For Heaven is a start and hell is a step away.


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Sympathy for the Devil- Based on William Butler Yeat's The Second Coming

Burning and burning in the widening grave. 
My hero ends cannot hear the hero;
Foes fall and get pulled apart, this card is centered in my fold. 

Named anarchist, as released upon the world. 
This was before blood-dimmed for every vessel, and everywhere.  
Before heaven's ceremony of innocence made my last breath drown; 

The best lacked all conviction, while the worst still stood passionate, vigilante. While god's fire intensity came crashing to the ground.  

Surely some salvation is in his hand. Surely the second coming is at hand. A second apology! Sharply these words are screamed even from my teeth.  
A demon image, my spiritus mundis is cast.  

Suddenly, my sight is bleak, and my brothers and the many others vanished somewhere in sands of the desert.  

Not a  cloud, nor sound, no bodies here in this place for me. No more man, no more woman. All set a blaze as I stand and gaze, blank and pitiless as the sun. 

Only pain and isolation, angry and animosity.  I feel this as their moving slowly down my legs and thighs.  

Brother, love your real shadows. As loyal as they are, you've shown that loyalty doesn't matter. But still I'll love you in spite of them. 

But their darkness steadily drops again. Even through twenty centuries of stony sleep, I hear your insects buzzing with sin. They are vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, and awaken I am, your rough beast, your fallen brother.  

My hour come round at last.  
Slouching I am towards the shores of Bethlehem to be once born again.


Details | Ballad | |

RIP My Brother

Today marks seven years you had to go. 
Your journey here was a tough tow. 
To better things the other side. 
You've left me feeling really lost. 
But the memories are never tossed. 
Even though you're in a better place. 
That don't stop the tears rolling down my face. 
You were my buddy, my pal, my friend. 
Most of all you were my brother that held my hand. 
RIP I love you always!


Details | Free verse | |

You're Weeping Me Insane

Stop this bitter weeping
Yeah I’m talking to you
Though you may not be crying aloud 
Your expression gives you away

Stop this careless weeping
Yeah I’m embarrassing you
Though you may not think we know
It’s been in front of us from the beginning

Stop this despairing weeping
Yeah I feel your pain
Though you may feel like you’re the only one
Countless more will empathize

Telling you to stop 
Is like telling the persistent priest to stop preaching
Telling you to stop
Is like telling the earth to stop spinning
Telling you to stop
Is like telling the weeping willow to stop weeping
Telling you to stop
Is like telling the fire to stop burning

I know your crying
But that won’t stop the weeping
I know I’m embarrassing you
But that won’t stop the weeping
I feel your pain
But that won’t stop the weeping

I’m going insane!
Will you cease the weeping?


Details | Light Poetry | |

Mother, Missing You

Mother, Missing You Mother, it's been so long Since I've known Your loving arms around me A sweeter hand to hold Unto moments utter still Open eye and drying tear Swept silent under strains From ever slipping here It's the pain that finds you If I look upon any everywhere Whispering inward out “Will the little boy ever disappear?” In that every then and now I laugh myself to sorrowness Because of your echoes, hearken Deep within to bitterness Mother, in missing you I'm not that strong I wish it wasn't me Or you, that I'd found All those years ago Never answers or reasons, “Why?” I tried to tell you many times But, I never had a chance to say... Goodbye By Michael G. Smith


Details | Free verse | |

Loss Time

Your unwavering stance
 Occupied a barren region,
 Lingering there like a withering flower
 Before you ultimately departed;
 I suffered beforehand –
Missing our laughs, and talks,
 And trips to new places -
I endured your scarcity,
 I mourn we loss the time
 To conquer our declining bonds
 Previous to your leaving, and you
 Finding a new dwelling place,
 Somewhere I cannot visit – presently;
 The ever unfathomable crevice
 Between us -
Befalls a mystery to me,
 I meditate upon the why.
 What threw us into that chasm?
 Our not holding each other dear,
 Dropping us into that never ending abyss -
I assumed it would pass with the rain,
 Then we would have another day,
 Another laugh, another talk, one more hug.
 It never came to pass -
With great sadness –
Tears grasp around my throat, my mind, my heart.
 I shake my head and I say, “Not”.
It is a battle I fight each night,
 How I wish it naught!!
 My peace I fight to keep;
 And yet, I cry every night. 


Details | Rhyme | |

There's A Healing Jesus


There’s a healing Jesus!  
He’s alive today!
He’s here now!  And can take
 all sickness away!

There’s a loving Jesus!  
He can cleanse your soul!
He is more faithful, than 
you will every know!

There’s a merciful Jesus!  
He can change you within!
By his blood, you can know 
you’re born again!

There’s a powerful Jesus!
 He alone reigns supreme!
He’s the alpha and omega!  
And can do anything!

There’s a gracious Jesus! 
 He’s so loving and kind!
His dedication to us all, 
has stood the test of time!

Won’t you come to Jesus! 
 And receive him too?
He’s knocking at your heart’s door…  
Waiting for YOU!

Won’t you experience Jesus!  
And all he has to give!
He can make you a new person!  
Each day that you live!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Sonnet | |

LETTER TO A SORE BROTHER BEAUTIFUL SISTER DEDICATED TO MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS LOVE

LETTER TO A SORE BROTHER, BEAUTIFUL SISTER (DEDICATED TO MY BROTHER’S AND SISTER’S LOVE)
 Early jungle makes me a desire
To be alone in the belly of our dear beautiful mother
Because our growing up is such and irony
Which made me rejoiced each moment this time
That wishes were never allowed to be rose
For men of wrong mind to buy
There in my childhood irony moment
We fought as if it is created share hatred
We wish for all except one that pays a little pain
For i held back from all
As all held back from me and other all
Indeed, people taught that our life is a share pain
A sore injury to the world of love
Because i loved each moment my brother bleed from our father’s hell
I went behind the scene to celebrate my goal
kindly, the moment is always become
As i happily shun and damn the future
... who did you think you are with my future
I sometimes ignorantly murmur as a child
In my little kingdom emptiness, i rejoice in the brothers pain
A little hatred of thee, a more love of me
I love each time i am loved alone
To hate thee by my blood and cause sheepishly i became and honour
As this irony grows into something still ironic
I wish my pain could allow my pen speak plain
To cry such an awesome deep and sore blood
At each moment the rain of thee bath me thoroughly
To see thee share all to have me clothed
To borrow from the enemy to have me homed
even to lose all from the gods to make sure that i have all from the goddess
The brother even stole to have me meal
More like the blood and doing of the mother, it shared abroad
As brothers all lie to have me protected
 Much illiterate to make me the literate king
Oh bleed me death less i say this pain of love
Sisters risk of the night, the horror evil men to see a smile in this lips of mine
That i wish never remember the selfish boyhoodness
Ay! How i see my brother’s cry in his desolation
Not for him or for his little joy
But for the pain of a dear brother
To save all only to loose all to life a brother
Its pain of the ugly moment in a close death
It was determined and death paid of thee
But the brother and sister’s coming death
Woke brothers will up, sisters ghost down
I need to save my brother
Leave my life to save my brother
And take it once his breath is back
There the sacrifice of a dear brother made me desire
Never a child as this in my next world
Because you are a brother, a beautiful brother
A sister, very handsome sister that i hold dearest to my breath
And love dearest to my heart beat


Details | ABC | |

Nothing Really Matters

when rob stepped out of the courthouse,with charges for posession
he thought "it could be worse,it could have been for weapons"
and then he thought..."nothing really matters anyway"
when liz stepped of of the rehab,with a new outlook on life
she felt all those same feelings of hurt, pain, and strife
and then she thought "nothing really matters anyway"
when luke picked up his young son from daycare,and knew he had an hour
he thought back to the time he WOULD have stopped to grab his now EX-wife some flowers
and then he thought "nothing really matters anyway"
when lisa lifted up her body with nothing but her arms,and looked down at her legs
she wondered why the heck they were even THERE anyway..what for?
and then she thought "nothing really matters anyway"
all four people that same night,all in their own homes
picked up a remote,turned on the news and watched it come to blows
one man had done 25 years in jail,for something he had not really done
one woman lost the battle to addiction,one she thought she'd already won
one boy got hit by a car on his bike,he just only 5 his parents,divorced
one man lost his arms and legs while over fighting the war
four different people,four different lives,four different struggles,all about to cry
four different souls,four different heart,four different minds,all to have a fresh start
why does it take a reality check to pull us into gear?
why is it that reality sometimes must be our greatest fear?
the next time you think you're the only one who hurts and has plight
the next time you feel you're all alone,the only one who cries at night
try and remember,try not to forget,that you are never alone
whether you're telling your mom and dad your gay to the face or over the phone
whether your wife divorced you,your husband's a dog,or your kids have NO respect
you are human,deserve more,and you're not alone,cause' there is someone right next....
to you!!! nothing really matters. until you realize...nothing really matters.


Details | Haiku | |

2012 -- The End

1 The bright harvest moon
    Turns blood red, withers, and dies
   The Rapture, survive

2 Starvation, rampant!!
     The Earth can’t give anymore
    To the leech: Mankind

3 Gold; can not buy Life
     The world turns cold and barren
   The Heart turns vicious

4  Christians, heed the Word
     Believe in His only SON
    The Battle; We Won

Inspired by Gareth James' Contest " 2012!!! "
Author's Note : I do Believe this is Hype


Details | Free verse | |

Your end

The truth I cannot swallow
The world full of empty hallow 
Mind spinning, I'm not winning
Confusioun fills the air
Dark thoughts hidden in a lair
Waiting to take hold, take control 
It's only a matter of time, before it fulfills it's role
I wait in anxiety, for I know I'll regret
This darkness, the world will never forget
You just have to let it go, let me grow
Noone else will even know
Promise me you won't let it happen again
I'm sorry for faking my grin 
And I'm sorry for taking yours


Details | Free verse | |

John Crow

It hovers around
waiting in the air
perfect time to land
to salvage
Keen sense of smell
I can't detect
but I know where
it wants to go
The night a friend
to an enemy
snuffed him away
an innocent
Sad....
the owner regains
soil becomes the keeper
of the body
 the soul...in the heart
It flies away
 the sweet fragrance gone.



Details | Narrative | |

Dream Catcher

When the light of the sun begins to fall Echoes of thoughts begin to ball Drifting into a sleepless state Possibilities grow, at a relentless rate I open my mind, in a wonderland of no validity Emphasized by a walk, through a mirror of fluidity Children's laughter in a sadistic tone This dream is a nightmare, far from home The path I am walking........leads to a house Beyond the door, I wish for my friend, my lover and spouse As the door creaks open a figure is revealed I brace myself, my numbness is my shield A wrinkled hand reaches out from the black It grabs my wrist, leaving no time to fight back As I'm dragged into the darkness, the figure becomes clear The face of my victim, my deepest fear


Details | Nonet | |

Cheery Blossoms

Cherry Blossoms bare their fruit, virtue... . Flat tail beavers; construct their lives... . Mordant lives carry no scars... . Dormant lives wallow, there... . Seasons amble by... . Truth enlightens... . Leaves remind... . Live, fall... . Die... . Authors Note This is Nonet form of poetry written in a prose form of Conversational Style of poetry... . In practicing this Nonet form the rules are the first line of the poetry itself is a complete "Nine" syllables, as the next 8 lines cycle from eight all the way down to one... . It can be on any subject and rhyming is optional. Prose Poetry is written in narrative form of poetry. When I say practicing this combination of poetry, well it is like writing in Haiku form, it requires great deal patience and thoughtfulness to complete, but when finished, it centers the mind as it opens the mind to write more freely... . Thank you for your time in reading, God bless and hey have fun yes... ?


Details | Free verse | |

Bed Scenes

Did I want a happy ending?

Looking for an answer meant
the careful measurement of every
breath-- yours whilst tangled
up in tubes, and mine, shamed in
suffocation, strangled in guilt.

Words are metered, oh how they
run! And answers require precious time,
so I exhaled a hazy

Yes. (Softly and thusly, the poem begins).

See, I spread myself
too thin, into a buttery vastness, from
the various comings and goings: into earth
to six feet under it, from one hospital to
the next, from this life to the after-
life, from you, back to me, and back
then with hope, back to us.

I was tired.
No, you'd tell me now: I was weak.
Not in the same way as you
were, but "in a much sadder sense".

Hearts, wintry and iced, have been thawed here
in this room. These walls have heard moans of pleasure and pain and ****-
what in between. A fan looks down upon me,
blowing blame, gently, "kindly turn it off", I whispered
to him (I never got his name).

And so.

Fragile
tensions grow
other intentions
touch turns in-
to tender flesh
now tended.
Naked
shoulders
down
down
down
Surrender.
oh
oh ****
oh
oh
oh God
I'm sorry

I'm sorry

I'm sorry

That endless echo felt
sticky with a lack of devotion. So there you lie on
what was to be your death-
bed, and I lie
on mine. Prisoners of sheets:
soft and fluffy and smell of Downy
but no less cold than steel. I knew then
we could never be free. See,

endings are never happy.
And I prayed, for your sake,
that hot towels abound in heaven.


Details | Free verse | |

Hunting the zero man

A spoilt photo,a wasted life,
failure as a father,the experiment didn't come off.
So great was my abhorrence at the sight of humanity
that i decided to give her the go-by.
Ladies and gentlemen i introduce you,
the disintegration of my personality.
Brand me with a red-hot iron,iam the killer,
Lynch me ,who will struck the first blow?
Be stunned because iam the zero man.
Fully aware of the danger,iam the cracker man
so don't be soppy.
Sentimentalism is the reason of stupidity
and the end justifies the means.
Nothing ever put me out,no shiver all over my body.
Zero.
I will save my skin once again,believe it or not
and i will do this with fussiness,take it or leave it.

A clenched-fist salute to the dead child in front of my car.

I killed again giving birth to nothing.


Details | Rhyme | |

EYE Don't See -Part 2-

My eyes
Refuse to see tragedy
My eyes
Marinate in dread…unable to embrace ecstasy 

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s sagging…from endless mourning  
And I’m close to my demise… 
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?

You don’t see 
What damage you’ve done
Just let me be
Leave me alone…hand me a gun

I yearn for unspoiled glory
To make me feel perfect once more
I yearn for flawless serenity
To make me feel no regret…don’t ignore
My calls…don’t hang up on me

You don’t see 
What damage you’ve done
Just hear my plea
Listen to my excruciating cries…
Listen to the truth, not the malicious lies  
Our journey has just begun   

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you hear me weeping?
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?

Eye can’t handle the stress
Let me release my horrendous distress
Eye can see you making that same mistake
At least MY life isn’t at stake

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s weeping…do You feel my lament
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…Stepped on like cement
I’m aching with discontent… I abhor this torment    
When will peace scrub off my fear?

I can’t believe my eyes
Your guiltiness flows into me…
I can’t believe I fell for your lies
Your heartless action rape my mind…you don’t see
What my EYES see…

You’ll never see 
How much pressure you put me under
Unchain me from this chamber
And watch me flee…

When will you be set free?


Details | I do not know? | |

My Life!

My life gets so off course, and spins out of control, like a magical tornado.
My life, to me, is my own death race.
Don’t ask me how or why I look at this way.
I know my life is not great, but I love it as is.
My life, is wrong beyond compare, but its so right too.
My life never comes to a positive road.
My life , is addicting in so many ways.
My life is very regretful, well for many people. I do not regret one damn thing about it.
My life, is my life and I would not change anything in it.
My life is my life and I love everything about it!
I hate my life.  Maybe it could spin into control. 


Details | Free verse | |

Martyrdom of a Jew King

My name is Judas betrayer of God everyone hates me yet thats not as much as I hate myself and everything else until its just a word that cannot be felt I can't be accountable to a single action thats unchangeable I wish you would cast off into a river of ashes and cover your body until the sorrow passes thats what I did to slowly admit I'm no longer the devil you wish to possess I buried my burdens deep in demons of past My sin seems to leave me quick as I forget it for you I've become a dead doll submissive I sold the jew king for a mere thirty silver he then became a martyr who would have figured I guess I delivered the greatest good ever so you may understand why my guilt is light as a feather Judas, you coward backstabber. you dog I acknowledge it all now with a wink and a nod people mean little more than they care for themselves you wouldn't take coin if your family were starved? you won't hear my reason then I won't give you no sense I've already given you more than I ever truly meant more than I'm worth or have had to give Judas, the sinner the liar, the pig Judas the desperate for his family to live Judas, the hero for without him dies his religion


Details | Rhyme | |

Never Take Hate Outside

When you're hurt inside,
And there's no where to hide,
And there's no one on your side,
And it's killing your pride,
Inside,
Never take hate outside,

When your heart is chocking,
The heavy words never spoken,
The things that hurt you inside,
When love has died,
Inside,
Never take hate outside,

When your heart is gone,
From being alone,
And it beats a solemn tone,

When you're cold inside,
It's only a short ride,
Never take hate outside


Details | Free verse | |

A Prayer For Healing

Father,
Do not let me be the demon I have created me to be.
I am the product of myself and my negativity.
I trust You.
I love You.
I thank You.
In Your name,
We pray,
Amen.


Details | Free verse | |

Judas The Fallen Angel

I'm not the devil
But I know who he is
He's your alter-ego
And your so oblivious
He's the angry reaction
He's the hate hidden inside
That masked as confidence
That's the devils own foolish pride
I admit it, I lied
For I know he's with me
When everyone disappears
And we debate how things should be
I feel sorry for him
I was also casted out
So I soothe his great evil
And he removes all my doubt
Not the worst thing I've done
We don't hurt no one
They still despise us
I feel like his son
Except there's that thing
Always keeps me true
Peace  and love lead to happiness
The rest is up to you
For we can just show you
The reflection you wear
As we climb back towards heaven
My mind already resides there

And the millions of dream chasers 
awaiting me there
trying to catch up
by acting like they care
yet somehow, I still truly do
my mind is much stronger now
in thanks to you
nobody hates me
when I love myself
their desire can;t touch my
sense of already there
catch up  to me 
if you think can
you might learn the power
when i show you the dance
it will be okay 
when the music takes you away
I'll be holding your hand
at the end of the day
my one truest friend 
always saw the end
before I ever
made a start towards it
the old me is over
and I'm more loved for it.


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A Suicide Confession

Cut my wrist once, cut my wrist twice
Now my blood is flowing, so its time to
Say what’s on my mind,
I know you wont miss me, there’s
No reason why you should
But just hear my final confessions
If you would…..

I lost a good friend who meant a lot to 
Me, over a stupid misunderstanding
And a possible lie thought was brought 
To me. Everyone tried to sway me this
Way and that, but I still lost my friend
This is fact

I also lost my hear to which made me
Feel like a fool because I also lost my
Friend whom I lost my heart too. If 
Only I could do it all again…wait what
Am I talking about!?! See I told you I’m
A fool I wouldn’t change a thing this much
Is so true

I hurt these guys feelings and I cant take it
Back. I’m sorry but I don’t like you like that
My friends advised me to give one of them a
Chance but I couldn’t do it so I hurt them all
In the end

My family has been there right by my side
Drying my tears whenever I cried. But 
Sometimes they don’t realize the reason
Behind my tears, because I became an expert
Of hiding the pain and all of the hurt due to
Recent years

My biological father and his mother is a prick,
Believe me, spreading lies which causes pain
To my heart because somehow I feel its all
My fault. My birth separated my parents to 
this very day . So I feel very ashamed. Everyday
When I think of my biological dad I feel like
If it wasn’t for me, he would be with my 
Mother living happily

So now as I lay in the tub full of my blood
And tears, I say “Good-Bye” and “Thank You”
For listening to My Suicide Confessions…






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the wall is high

i jump to meet my mark,
it is met with arms out wide,
nothing, yet i expect a spark
so in little black book i confide.

what i ask of the masses, alot
admittedly ashamed i am not
to think, rejoice, connect the dots
to remember what we once forgot.

all i ask i that we don't assume,
they rely on ignorance to consume,
open your eyes and take full bloom,
never take an uninformed flume,

i see too much trouble ahead to ignore,
when i opened my eyes we had ten years,
i am still coming round and now we have four,
i see too much blood that will mix with my tears.

everything will mingle and change
it will all make sense once done
its just right now, its beyond our perceptive range
and to elaborate on the story no fun.

for certain synchronocities will take form
the knowledge unwraping in the implicate
it may not always be blatent, but hidden in the norm
some could term it karma, i make my own fate.


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The Murder that didn't Work Out

Once upon a fate
She took some pills
to try to kill
the pain excruciate.

Then went to bed
her soul unfed
already dead
when someone's deity or other said,

“Murder's not a real good way
out, mostly 'cause it's not a way
out and you could end up finding your way.
Entirely up to you is all I'm gonna say.”

Then she woke up
and went to the emergency room
where they detoxed her system while she cogitated on
Thou shalt not kill.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Nancy Jones
Getting Away with Murder/Murderous Thoughts


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Faked

I stumble upon a river
the way it flows and feels
I take my shoes off and run threw it
laughing looking up towards the sun
I wake up and it was all just a dream
my sister runs up the stairs
she slams her door
i asked her what was wrong
she looked at me 
She says "mom told me you were adopted"
at first i laughed as i thought it was a joke
I run downstairs to see my mom and dad sitting on the couch
"mom?" i say
she replies "its true we adopted you!" 
she got up and walked into the kitchen
"after all this time i thought i was yours" i say
My father gets up and walks out the door
My mom lays her hand on her forhead
Just dont worry about it  everything will be okay
"No it wont i say"
i felt fake like i wasnt who i was suppose to be
i just sat on my bed thinking about the whole thing
my whole life and who i should have been
I packed my bags that light and i ran away
leaving the less important things behind
i set out on a journey to find my real parents
I had my sister get there info. from my dads office
I took a bus to indiana and looked up there address
As soon as i found it i knocked on the door
A man opened the door
he said "who are you?"
i say "apparently i am your son?!"
"you put me up for adoption?" i repeat

He yells "ANNA!?, Some kid is here for you!"
i repeat the story to her as she denied it
She looked bruised and beaten up
I wanted to help her but the man hut the door on my face

I had no where to go now
So i started on a journey back home
But i never made it there 
I found that old river i use to go too
i stayed there for a few weeks until
i remembered the way back.
I found myself that day
I realized that i was fake but now im not because i know that i am just me not any of them





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FAITH KEEPS US APART

It seems the path Iam on  is changing everyday
the road uncertain just an endless shapeless gray
some would say it would all be clearer if I took up there religion
even with the doubt Iam not scared enough for that decision

I see the faith you placed in one of the many saviors
I lame excuse for the centuries of mad behavior
Iam sure your prophets where the very best of man
but your church and bibles where never in the plan

so every race has a version of there own
stories stolen from the gods of the past spoken out like it was always known
not one of these faiths is open and understanding
they keep others down and your soul churches are demanding

then you history holds no science no enlightenment
dogmatic foolishness written before free government
and every soul that is afraid to die or to ashamed to live
if you stop thinking then heaven is what they give

even now the human mind is found wanting
but reality is intelligence is hard work and life is daunting
if only the concept of good will and love
we understood without some sign from above

if you need the ancient fiction to ease your pain
I respect you and to all other men you should do the same
your saviors were righteous there’s know doubt
in there time they worship but no church was there twist whets its about

there have been many Christ’s since the beginning of man 
the Mayans and Muslim have had tales since they ruled by the roman
dry king ghandi and many more sacrifice there life so others could be free
in my mind that’s what Jesus is what he is supposed to be

even know there some man of great worth he has no money no powerful church
he’s  giving of himself and and loving the lost I dare you to search 
and see the truth were in this together and this is paradise
we are the only keepers of our fate we must realize

I can no longer people pay to pray and talk down to others who dont believe what you say
but Christ himself did not hang with the saved he knew the hopeless so he could see them ok
but times have changed were not ruled by religious empires mad with slavery
we fought for those rights not with one mans good with collective human bravery

a new age is upon us and the true test is coming not one of prophecy
the makers of worlds the stars the cycle of suns chaos of the galaxy
I hope soon we see are only time is now there is no second chance
are race needs to come together  and make a united stance
if faith keeps us apart do we even have the heart



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twenty four hours O'raisin deter-:

Senseless sensibility, 
they eolith dualist monopolies all too sudden… 
a true contradition; sentries of, 
as already sated… 
senseless sensibility… municipally… 
you-will-seize… day after deign… 
night after umberellian echoes… 
aversely cyclic… 
for if the wakean lent voice o’er hop itself, 
dost veer cane tray nether realm as well? 
Neigh… endomorphic; anthropaedophilic lust… 
steadily endures romantic inflammations… 
a rash once fought… 
until the moral ambiguity slides back 
unto tenuous tense and marathon… 
as if the end was already soon, or had passed…? 
For that as it seems is all too rhetorical in rhetoric, 
and misconstrued by puncture floundered fallacappy… 
gently top-plead due to intrinsartistic licensing… 
twenty four hour raffles, tambala sable… 
twenty four hours O’raisin deter…:


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Brittney Sweet Brittney

Brittney sweet Brittney
why did you leave that day
why would you ever 
want yourself to go away
I know they said
you weren't in love
but I know what ya'll had 
was a love from above
I guess maybe it was your time 
to be gods angel
but Brittney you left us all
mixed up and strangled
you were only fifteen 
when you took your last breath
I guess they really did 
put you and Sean to the test
you said in a note your love
was like Romeo and Juliet
a love ones heart 
could never forget
Sean said even death 
couldn't do your love apart
This you meant because march 20th
you stopped your hearts
together you lay there in silence
as I weep and ask god for his guidance
Brittney sweet Brittney 
why did you have to go away..


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The Story Of Samson

Making A Commitment To God

Samson...  A judge of Israel 
was known to be strong.
Because of his vow to God.  
His hair was to grow long.

With the jawbone of an ass... 
Thousands of Philistines were killed.
To get the secret of his strength, 
is what they had willed.

They sent Delilah to tempt him 
with her charm and beauty.
Samson revealed his secret to her.  
Growing exhausted & weary.

Breaking the promise of God... 
He lost his strength and eyesight.
Till the day he rested his hand on
 the Philistine' temple so tight.

He asked God to give him
 strength once again.
Then pushed the pillars.  
Killing thousands with him.

For all of his accomplishments 
he had made.
He broke his promise to God. 
 When his secret he gave…

Make sure your commitment 
to God is true and real.
So you don't end up, 
like Samson of Israel!

By Jim Pemberton  


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Breakfast time and a bowl of cereals

Waking with a start,preparing to face the end
eating next to nothing,cracking the bottle of optimism.
Life looked away in revulsion as the villainies committed
and lost into the book of vanity.
With the naked eye i see the world every morning,revolutionized
but big words puff me up as thought i was you.
A jarring note,a shot of morphine and get out of the rut
a perjury of illusion,the only blemish on your face.
I was deceived into the belief of something invisible.
Swashbucklers,mock heroics,phony patriots and cells
that proliferate so rapidly.
Populous mash potatoes,the decomposition of the corpse,
i can't take much more.
Filth has no sense of delicacy,i never boasted that
and the inanity of convenience put a bullet through my head again
So i open the window of pessimism.

We live with the manners of a swine,
enough to keep body and soul together.


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A Stain

Each night she goes to bed in fear
Each night a prayer is prayed
For just one night of peaceful sleep
No visit to come her way
Still every night he enters in
He violates her soul
Abruptly leaves this child in fear
A wounded tattered girl
Until one day she’s had enough
His pain she can take no more
She goes to bed and waits for him
To end her broken world
With one wave she cuts away
The life he lives each day
Now in peace she sleeps each night
And all that’s left
A stain

Each day she prays for freedom
Each day she battles on
The day he promised to love and cherish
The day is now no more
With each day she faces fear
From the man she dearly loves
Leaves her in a battered mess
Scarred to face the world
Then came the day she had enough
The fear she could not take
Aimed a gun while in his sleep
One shot would seal his face
Her life is now free from fear
The world she can enjoy
Now in peace she sleeps each night
And all that’s left
A stain

These stories each are similar
The price each paid was death
Two people lived in daily fear
Now live in happiness
Some say the actions 
Of these ones 
Were drastic steps to take
The bible states 
Thou shalt not kill
But help was just too late
Think back the story
Of the cross
Where Jesus bled and died
He shed his blood 
To save each soul
For us he paid the price
Sounds like the death
Of these ones
At the hands of ones that feared
Was covered by the rugged cross
Where Jesus paid for sin
For God is love 
And each of us
He wants to live in peace
If you doubt 
Go to the cross
And you will find 
A stain


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THE LIGHT

When I was born all I could do was cry

Life's such a thorn cause I was born to die

Life's such a rose blooming in the night

Hoping for love, reaching for light

 

And so there I was all alone with me

Standing in the dark too afraid to see 

So, I closed my eyes and began to fight

That's when I turned away from the blinding light

 

Well, I grew up fast and caught the midnight train

Oh, those twists and turns on a track of pain

I held onto me with all my might

Around the bend I came, searching for light

 

A thorn and a rose, I had it all wrong

So I sat me down and wrote this song

I prayed to God to make things right

That's when He called my name and when I saw the light


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I GAVE YOU

I gave you Eden 
you disobeyed me
I gave you 10 Commands
you cried to be free
I gave you Kings
you wanted your way
I gave you Prophets
you went astray
I gave you my Son
you said he's not my type
I gave you my Word
you thought it tripe 
I gave you Forgiveness
you said from what
I gave you Love
you kicked and fought
I gave you Time
you partied the days away
I gave you Death
you know it's coming today
I gave a Last Chance
you said I'm truly all in
I gave you Heaven
you have a grateful grin

*God's Amazing Grace.. Today Is The Day Of Salvation 

Contest: I was traveling and didn't meet the deadline
Date: 7-3-14


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A monastery grows from the songs

A monastery grows from the songs of its strange crew,
Monastery painted with blue of unique Voronezh blue 
And a new comer, blond icicle, bare footed, gnarled 
Deaf and mute -it is said -singing “Have mercy, God!”

Stalactite and stalagmite in their cells, monks and nuns
Some of them so innocent like the sober day that runs;
Hanged from the heaven of their great expectations held
From the glass dawn to noon singing:“Have mercy, God!”

The others in their rusty autumn or white winter,
All calling the Promised Land that started to glitter
In their heart and from this light the sky seems fired
And the forest`s echo repeated: “Have mercy, God!”

In the twilight mist two monks try to cut down 
The evergreen tree to bring it for kids in the town;
Children glide on sleigh and even tired go later to bed.
They learnt carols and angels sing “Have mercy, God!”


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Be Thy Host






        ********

The beginning of thinking
      From the beginning
I can not even began to
             Fathom...
      Thee....
                   Fore....
   Deep in Thy Heart
      Ye lie and wait
Indistinguishable from
        All others'
     ------
     Politic to Me

     
                Poet Author
                Gary Fields


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The Lords people in a Corrupt World

I see the world crumbling around me, people losing their moral ground
Following what they think is right rather than what they truly know is right. 
Most people really are uneducated sheep and cannot see what’s right in front of their faces. 

So many even mock the Lord and his word as if he didn’t exist and even openly say with conviction that theirs no GOD! And instead there small minds worship a sport as if it was their GOD?! 

It really disgusts me and breaks my heart to see how far mankind has gone and I fear for their souls as they do not know what they do. 

Dear Lord please have mercy and help show them the way, its easy for them to be distracted and miss lead with all they hear and are shown in this corrupt world without its true intentions shown.

GOD Bless all the Lords people and hold your heads high as the true fight is yet to happen and when it does . .  We’ll fight until we die!

Amen 


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A Brave Soldier

In his heart he holds courage, 
In his hands he holds our lives. 
A Brave Soldier he may be, but only at the the front lines. 
He is weaken by all the death, 
He is haunted by there souls. 
For he knows in this battle, hatred rules one's goal. 
He does not fight for hatred, 
He fights for there lives instead. 
Cause he knows hatred has no value, when so many are dead. 

As he lays in death, knowing it will come, 
He glances at the sky and makes peace with all he's done. 
For on the battlefield, life is as precious as gold. 
And one must always choose should it be friend or foe? 
He closes his eyes and hopes in his death no more victims will fall. 
But, in his heart he knows his country one day will call. 
For A Brave Soldier to take the front line and give there his life as he, 
He just hopes all are content knowing A Brave Soldier he will always be. 





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Yes

Yes blank verse


by randall hardin


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circus

they paint my body,
and make me sing,
a smile i want,
from the man in the ring,

bend me this way,
throw me there,
with opened mouths,
they sit and stare,

i catch the eyes,
of one in the crowd,
of flowing laughter,
growing loud,

they see my chains,
my silent cries,
with each twirl in the air,
my spirit dies,

the lights go down,
i sit and wait,
as the one i love,
closes the gate

i wish for light,
where i used to fly,
before i was here,
where the clowns still cry


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The downward spiral

The downward spiral

On the edge.
Leaning towards the deep end
The dark waters with their mystery
Seem to beckon you and your misery
Talking like its cold embrace will warm you
It is asking for your life and to guide you.
Leaning forward into the abyss
The wind past your ears seem to hiss
Your fly and you soar
For a time that makes you wish you had more
Though the feeling cannot last
If you keep thinking of what people said in your past
The water boils from your unleashed rage
Only stirring the whirlwind of pain and hate
As you claw at the blackness surrounding you
In the tormenting fury that you cannot bare
You wish to scream in your anger 
Yet your voice seems to just whimper
drowned without air
As you are over come with despair.
The lack of life in this moment makes you weep
All you want to do is sleep
But then you think.
What about the ones I will make weep?
Maybe it’s not all that it seems
Maybe someone is waiting just for me
To wake them from their dreams
The nightmare that they cannot break free 
The one they are waiting in just for me.
I want it all to stop
I really want to quit
But I know the person is waiting for a hero
And this hero is me.
I must get out.
Out of this dream
I need to wake and help the one beckoning me
I say sorry to this black water
Then flail in its grip
Trying to escape its unholy embrace.
My breath escapes from my lungs
And my mind screams in pain.
But then the darkness evaporates.
Leaving me to start anew 
Like a phoenix rising from its own dark ashes.
I look at the world I thought I knew
Awake and breathing
I arise from my room
A new view on life.....
I look in a mirror
Then I see what I want to be
The glass shatters
Setting me free.
I will change the world 
And all that has hurt.
I will not let the one waiting for me down
I will find him or her and turn their life around.
I won’t let this world drown 
I won’t let others follow their spiral to the ground
Because I’ve already been to the bottom
 I know what it’s like to hit the ground
Then lose all you have had
But now is my chance to turn it all around
Ill carry you up that spiral with not a look down
I’ll help you rebuild your world again
Then stay with you until our end
Now no one will fear the spiral again
Because they will always have a friend.


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trains

Here I am
with all my bags scattered at your feet.

The train roars away, miles away.
With smoke piling out of it and no trace of me.

Had a nightmare last night
that I left you behind
hit me with such force that I 
jerked awake and cried.

There was darkness looming ahead
but I just kept
doing what I was doing and
then it all caved in.
The thunder roared 
and the lightning cracked,
death surrounded me
I was found with shaky knees
somewhere on Toledo streets
all I could think of was Home.

So I jumped in someone's car,
in someone's arms
and fled.
Cuz it was new and different.
I said Home,
Take me Home.
I called and called to say 
I was on my way.
No one answered. No one was there.
But new people. 
A Father who looked like my Father but a Mother who looked strange.
And I know wicked step mothers are only in movies. Only in movies.
That storm had taken everything I knew.
That nasty selfish storm.

You heard I was on my way
to go way
cuz I was in shock, it all came back
to me.
Have to start my life over.
Brick by brick.
Block by block.
The strongest material
so we can always stay together.
You did not push it.
You did not beg.
With the calmest, gentlest voice you said:
You were the most beautiful baby 
I'd ever seen.
Born on a Tuesday
I remember that day.
Six pounds nine ounces
however many inches long
and smiling away...

Can't believe I almost left you behind..
Like some puppy I can't take on a trip
that I can just toss aside
somewhere on a country road left wondering what you did wrong.
You are people.
You are my people, 
some of the best God made. So I dropped my plans ran and took a flying leap into your arms.

That darkness is still here 
but it isn't everywhere.
Its starting to fall behind 
will you dance with me on the other side?
And say we beat this 
we beat this thing.

I cried oceans for twelve whole months
and I will continue to off an on
until my Home is back...

But now I'm here ready to gve give give 
til I can barely walk walk walk
cuz I'm so worn out.
That's what I want.

Here I am take me back.

Trains will always be there.
Trains will come and trains will go..


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Trying,,

You lie awake at night, Thinking,

Wondering, Searching through the webs of Lies,

Death, Cheat, Heartbreak that life has brought you.

There's no one to help you near by.

No one to comfort you.

To tell you everything will be fine.

You're on your own.

You can die trying 

OR

You can die trying Alone.

-Brittany- 
(thank you for reading and if you may please comment and rate i like to read what people say.. thank you)


Details | I do not know? | |

War on Humanity

All over the globe the number of dead are increasing
A bomb here, a bomb there, its no more surprising
Few faces of evil and cruelty
Seem to be creating havoc for the majority
None seem to be spared
In their success to spread hatred

No more shall the mind be without fear
A blast or killing could happen anywhere near
No more shall there be a welcome smile to a stranger
As the scared mind would signal a danger
No more elation at a fire cracker bursting
As the mind would say it could be a horrible bombing
If allowed to spread their sinister tentacles
The terrorists would create an unwanted spectacle

No more shall we have
The cool breeze from the wonderful seven seas
No more shall we have
The dazzling vibrant colours of the rainbow
No more shall we have 
The smell of peace from the seven continents
The hanging sword of terror shall only leave 
Barren land surrounded by repelling red blood coloured sea.

The news show sight of woman, orphaned children crying
Without a fault their innocent relatives are dying
“War against terror” !! Seems big lies
as people see only hardships, suffering and cries
All we see is the drying up of tears from their eyes
But wonder, when and how they would again start their lonely lives?

Why is there no war against poverty
Why no war against illetracy
Why no one to fight the war against hunger
And why no one to fight War on AIDS, the biggest danger
Why are they using their ability
To fight this WAR ON HUMANITY.

I close my eyes to say a prayer to God
Give them some sense, oh lord!!
To those who have treaded on a wrong path
WAKE UP!! Stop this horrible blood bath
Please give up hatred, stop this revengeful dance
I plead, Please give peace atleast one last chance…..


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Road to Redemption

Introduction: Tribute to brothers in the fray and families for them pray...


Life in these rough times, We barely even feel the daytime Every second counts greatly, As there’s no going back in time Sometimes we lose to win, try not to fail again, But mostly we end up back to where we all began Every single day, we wake up in one piece, Where brothers in the fray, they hardly get to cease Our tears drop all over the floor, They keep on till their blood stains from their core Every second till the end, We pray for them to knock on our doors Sadly at times, things go the other way for the best cause, All we can do really, is not breakdown and pause Prayer’s the only strand through the last breath, When they depart with a peaceful end Emptiness and happiness, constantly flowing along, The memories, they always live right within our souls When days seem cloudy and life gets lonely Debts grow high and smiles fade into sigh At that instant, that very moment, Just pray, pray to get healed, Heal from this insanity, pray to be free, Free from this misery It all comes down to the crying in the end, The stillness stares up towards the sky As we do bid farewell to dear friends But at some point through all the pain and sour grin, recovery does begin The ones we love and care, Though some are not so near Scattered through this bittersweet world, Waiting for us to share; This life is like the weather, It changes altogether It may get bad and may get sad, But know it’s not forever, Better days will come eventually, The morning sun will shine brightly Through our endeavors and our prayers, we shall recover From things we’ve lost so dearly So just hold on to the light and believe in salvation, And the rays of truth shall lead the road to redemption…


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Off The Tracks

Written March 19, 2013


Along the fine black print
Has left me wondering why
They've been making it so hard
For a poor old man to die

I know what I done
Even God would shun
From the tales I've told
Of the bodies turned cold

The world has turned
Yet the butter still churns
Along the Alabama coast
Where I used to boast

Its been a few years now
Since the car stopped running
A loose train off the tracks
Lord I should have seen it coming

They know I've learned my lesson
But hell won't let me out
'Cause heaven won't take me in
Such a wicked world's chagrin


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Sanguinary Lord

A severe façade of loving tolerance Dipped in an argentine semblance The Consuls of The Cross Weaving a sweven of Welkin Where the checkered ones Are never allowed Their souls cast into the flames Of a greater decay The never ending pit Of eternal torment You turn the other cheek The one that wields the clandestine dagger The dreams of being free grow lighter and light The truth is shrouded by sister-Night Clinging onto existence Never eluding the resistance I will never adhere To your Sanguinary Lord Bestowing The Crusader’s reign Against the sand and the desert’s wane Barraging him over the frame In desperation to appease Screaming and shouting I will wash away your sins Decadence of the ones to throw the stones The ones to enforce the book Has left your lies dry and ready to die No more tears are left to cry No more screams are left to scream No More blood to be split No more graves to be dug


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the drive

I drive across the desert, no plans on where to go,
I drive into the sun; I wish it wasn’t so,
Sorrow in my mind, sorrow in my soul,
This is where I drive, this is where I go.
Nothing in the front of me, nothing to leave behind,
Misery in the backseat, misery in my mind,
The broken roads I drive, across the barren plain,
Lost and lonely boy, lives with all the pain.
Could there be a way, to make this trip slow down,
I want this car to stop, on the darker side of town,
The dust that never falls, murky is the breath,
As the car begins to slow, I know this to be a death.
The death of this journey, a journey to the end,
The basic things taught in life, destiny’s only friend,
The sun has set itself, darkness now unfolds,
This was a little journey, the truth can now be told.


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Euphorianah'

The sapphire sun of what-were dreams
Setting in the forsaken east
My winters' desperation clung to your silent voice
Let death be a choice
Dusk revealed your truest nature
Before her argentine eyes
'Tis the darkest of tragedies, romances' maladies
Let your forgiveness be la Vie In this frozen air
The wings of my deepest despairs

Friend or foe?
The dagger close to my heart--
If your forgiveness is nigh
Let me know--or is this all a lie

Lilyheart Swain
Please don't give into your pain
You hold my soul on Eden's Edge

Your innocent flesh
Cradled in my broken arms
Forever you will be mine, forever you will stay
The snow caressing us as we tangle in deathly embrace
This darkness fades into amber innocence 
Hatred no longer exists
Forgive me
Come back my only
Euphorianah

The winterwind tears carress me
With whispers, (of) Someone I Once knew
Calming the fears inside
But the pain remains
--hallcunary rains 

Dreams fading with the Enya in your eyes
With the darkness of your hands
The silverfears of the pale moon
Shine on you

Lilyheart swain 
Please don't give into your pain
You hold my soul on Eden's Edge

Your innocent flesh
Cradled in my broken arms
Forever you will be mine, forever you will stay
The snow caressing us as we tangle in deathly embrace
This darkness fades into amber innocence 
Hatred no longer exists
Forgive me
Come back my only
Euphorianah

Your eyes search for mine
Oh how they shine, blue 
Sacrdice has a price
Heaven is calling us tonight

Cursed In shadowed illusions
Shall we dance?
Would there be a chance
Euphorinah 
Forgive me now
I will rip out every nail 
Of your coffin
I don't care if it's God it will offend

Lilyheart Swain
Please don't give into your pain
You hold my soul on Eden's Edge

Your innocent flesh
Cradled in my broken arms
Forever you will be mine, forever you will stay
The snow caressing us as we tangle in deathly embrace
This darkness fades into amber innocence 
Hatred no longer exists
Forgive me
Come back my only
Euphorianah


Details | Free verse | |

Beloved Friend I Have Fallen

An angel, cradles me, in her motherly arms
I have fallen, I am venerable 
I told myself, I would not do this, no more
I have failed to keep my promise, to you
I have not stayed true
Tears flowing, as I smile, just, for you!
Remembering the times, when you cupped my face, in your hands
Your blue eyes, gazing into mine
Telling me with sincerity
‘I am the sunshine, that lights up your world, each day that dawns’
My heart aches, it rains with love, having fond memories of us
Wash me clean, being human, is challenging me!
Emotional bondage, creating blocks
I need to move on, you are dead and buried
Your time here, over
My heart struggling, accepting this reality
“Forgive me”
I pray to be free!
“I Love you, my beloved, friend”


Details | Free verse | |

Lucky charm

Breaks an egg and out comes the sun
Begging for forgiveness
For lighting
Ducks sailing on the spikes
Women watching them trough keyholes,
Light diffracted into Meduses-
My happy face
Circularly deformed-
The brave man behind lens
Is the sunset’s zipper
Of the blue eye spot-
Her face – mechanic eyes
Lied on the floor, naked-
A pomegranate breaks beside her-
Lucky charm, said someone –


(originally written in modern Greek and released in February 2006 from Nocturnal 
Publications – translated here by the author)


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Serenade To The Wolf

When we are rendered alone
And don't know where we should go
We new to overcome
The forces who drag us under

Some will persist to stay
But the darkness only grows ever stronger
It's time to anew

Though it gets harder every day
I'll promise I'll always live for you
There's no need to state your pain
I already see it in your eyes
We can break from their lies
Come and see what you have
come and see what you have is me


Details | Free verse | |

Station Bench

Everyone is a child's child.

Everyone is grown some
little, some hardly at all.

Everyone is one
until they are none,
no more.


Details | I do not know? | |

Mommy's Prayer and Lullaby

Mommy's little princess
is almost all grown up.
A danzel in distress, 
or just the average slut?
She traded in her bouncy curls
for a sharp silver knife.
She's picking fights with other girls
and wants to end her life. 
Under all the make up, 
and behind the painted smile...
She knows that when she looks up
she can feel her for a while.
The Mommy she once knew, 
the mother she'll always keep...
is somewhere watching over her
as she goes in too deep.
Praying a mother's prayer, 
and humming a lullaby.

Mommy's little super hero
has grown over two feet.
He traded in his sword and shield
for a few bags of weed.
He knows he has to be a man, 
but still, he wonders why.
So complicated and unfair, 
this concept of goodbye.
Under the layers of black clothes, 
behind the dilated eyes, 
is a secret to behold, 
even super heros cry.
But he knows that when he looks up
he can feel her for a while.
The Mommy he once knew, 
the mother he'll always keep.
is somewhere watching over him
as he goes in too deep.
Praying a mother's prayer, 
and humming a lullaby,

Mommy's little baby
is now in middle school.
And now she takes it upon herself
to create her own rules.
He sister is not her mom, 
and her brother is not her dad, 
but at the end of the day
they're all she's ever dad.
Under all the questions
about things she's never known, 
Every night she wonders
why her family had to go.
But she knows that when she looks up
she can feel her for a while.
The Mommy she once knew, 
the Mother she'll always keep
is somewhere watching over her
as she gets in too deep.
Praying a mother's prayer, 
and humming a lullaby.


Details | Rhyme | |

LOVE LETTER

Dedication to unconditional love and soul 
salvation

I AM the ONE who loves thee
The ONE who cared enough to die for thee

I AM HE who redeemed thee
The ONE who rose from the dead to comfort thee

I AM the ONE who will always be with thee
The ONE who will never forsake thee

I AM HE who is integrity
The ONE who imparts truth in thee

I AM HE who was sent to save thee
The ONE who bore all your infirmities

I AM HE who will come back for thee
Just be a soul who truly loves ME


                    YESHUA


Details | Rhyme | |

Who Am I Where Am I Going

Who Am I? Where Is My Life Going? Who am I? Where is my life going? Have I turned the “wrong” direction? Without knowing? It almost seems like yesterday that I was a young man. The adversities I faced... I was determined to withstand. But as I’m growing older, and my body is achin.’ It seems like many of my goals in life have been forsaken. What have ! accomplished all of these years? As the end of my life is drawing ever so near… If I gained everything in this world. But my soul is lost… Have I done my best for God? Whatever the cost? During these past few days, it’s becoming clear to me. There is a God who really does love me! I’ve started reading his word. And have heard his voice. It was he that first loved me. I was HIS choice! He has a plan for my life and one purpose in mind. And shall always be with me… Till the end of time! Whatever time I have left… And each day that is spent… I come to Jesus now and I humbly repent! Whatever direction I am now going is a blessing indeed. For God now directs me and supplies my every need! I don’t have to questions my goals, ambitions or dreams. I am enjoying a new life. That only Jesus brings! Christ is my everything! The answer to my every prayer! My life is now kept in HIS tender mercy and care! By Jim Pemberton 10/30/11


Details | Free verse | |

Gulf Blue Waters -- X X X

A spec, lazily floating upon : “ The Gulf  Blue Water “
And then there were two specs, entwined together Spot
Black hole, in the Beauty of  “ The Gulf Blue Water “ 
A spec to a SPOT ( it even sounds so much Stronger )
When two Spots meet : Meld : Creating an “ Epic Drop “
Yet to the East, West, South, North  Thousands of Drops
Mixing and matching; Defiling “ The Gulf  Blue Water “
Let’s flash : To the future of the shore: Where Oysters Dance
As the alarm of “ Destruction” sounds off in “ Lazy Blue Waters
To the land and marshes : Prepare for Doom : from the “ Black Gulf Waters “
A Tsunami of Hell’s Fury Designed by Mankind’s “ Ignorance of Nature “
Who’s here to help us “ Marshland Security “ ASPCA “, The Government??

          Inspired by " Team POETRYSOUP'S Contest "Gulf Oil Spill"


Details | I do not know? | |

Gloves II

She stirs and wakes...
Only to discover she does not live...
Her frosted heart was blocked...
"He broke through." she thought
"All those year's of work for nothing..."
As she makes her way home tears stream down her face...
"It's been some time since this has happened..."
But what she knew deep down inside was the truth...
"This was my fault" she whispers
"How could I have been  so blind?"
"You weren't" said the voices
She stops and looks for the source
"Your'e to good for him anyway" 
"Who are you?!?" she shouts into the night
The disembodied voices said
"We are the ones who will always be there for you"
She stops at the front of her house and turns back...
"Thank you" she whispers 
Holding back tears as they present her with new gloves
As she slips them on she looks back and reflects upon herself
"They were there..BECAUSE THEY LOVE ME..."


Details | Elegy | |

Poem Written at the Sussex Hotel, London,04/04/04 After Death Threats

Because I have so little time, I only hope, for what is mine-- in my blood so dark and hot is a bright and fevered spot-- O let me be, to sing again without the penalty of pain, lest I, before my time, be torn from life, and to the grave be borne-- my nostrils full of soil, my ears stopp'd by grave and ritual tears-- O let me be, lest they will tread --my children-- on their mother's head before my song for them is done, before my course on earth is run, before they learn the song I sing: that love can conquer everything.
this poem is written in the shape of a funereal urn


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Where we met

Heaven kisses earth 
In Holy refining Fire
Here you bore me 
At the foot of the Cross
Your blood flowed
Washed me
Here you gave me birth 
In such travail

I know not how 
You could have borne this anguish
This excruciating pain
My pure true - Turtle Dove
You willingly laid down your perfect life
Allowed them to take away
Your heart
The place of Your Sacred Flame
It was this that released me from 
Hells domain

So holy is your love 
So fervent is your desire 
For my heart
Can I keep anything back from you? 
Your eyes are like dove’s eyes
Imploring
So soulful 
So earnest 
So fervently concerned 
Lest I be lost in Hell’s desire forever

No! 
There is nothing I can keep back-
From You-My darling
My one and only true love
I am won by your pure Love
Forever
At the secret place where we met
The place where heart and heaven meet
The place of your earnest Love 
For my soul 
The Cross 
Your total commitment 
Has won - me
I am yours- forever.

©? Brenda V Northeast   15th January 2012


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YOU CALLED ME COLOURED

I born, I blak.
I grow up, I become blak.
I see, I blak.
In the sun, I blak.

I scared, I blak.
I sick, I blak.
If I die, I will become blak.

Rotten I blak.
And You white fellow,
you born, you pink.
You grow up, you become white.

You go in the sun, you red.
You cold, you blue.
You scared, you yellow.
You sick, you green.

When you die, you gray.
And you called me coloured!
Black is ebony not attificial.
And you called me black.

whites and Blacks  come together,
the voice of apathied is crying 
In the grave,calling on
unity in diversity.


Details | Alliteration | |

The Skaldic 1- death has an end

Bound by the unchained*the brave Scald                                                                Behold though pain*knows sacrifice                                                                          waters hot falls*desires run cold                                                                                     a thrust through awl*thrice the hellish hound                                                     
Poe with poem*pen the ode scold
Destines rhyme chimes *road ends for death wail flail crux impels*Prince of Life Logic of death's* dawns self -destruct Had they had breath*would not design


Details | Rhyme | |

I Want to Be Where Jesus Is

I Want to Be Where Jesus Is!

Where Jesus is,
 I want to be with him
I’ll honor HIM because
I love him!
 
Into his direction
 I shall go…
His word in my life,
 I must daily know.

What he says to me,
 I must carefully listen,
His will for my life,
 I don’t want to be missin’.

His love for me…
I want to receive,
His abundant life is what
 I aim to achieve.

Thank you Jesus for 
helping me to see…
I need much more of you, 
and a lot less of me!


By Jim Pemberton


Details | Blank verse | |

The Cave, The Tiger, and the Cell Phone

I was in a cave and my best friend and I were trapped with just one way out,
And there was a tiger,
And my best friend said lie down and we’ll hide,
So we hid,
And we were under a grey flannel blanket,
And my friend said, “Keep Still”.
And so we laid there half asleep for hours,
Waiting to be devoured.
And my cell phone rung and I knew it was my wife,
And I threw the cell phone hoping to distract the tiger,
The tiger heard the cell phone,
Went to the cell phone,
And followed our scent.
I laid as still as I could.
I laid without fear, but also without the absence of fear.
I laid waiting.
And the tiger went to my friend and began to lick him.
And he began to whimper,
And I began to delight in his whimper, for it was not me that the tiger was licking.
And I felt the hot breath of the tiger, and was comforted that his hunger in that 
moment was not for me.
And I laid hypnotized by the hot breath of the tiger, mesmerized by the tiger’s 
comforting touch.
But still I did not rejoice,
I simply laid still.
And the tiger began to chew,
And as the tiger chewed I heard my friend whimper,
But still, I laid still, waiting in hope, waiting in silent rejoicing,  for my opportunity 
to escape.
And I heard my friend stop whimpering,
And I felt the hot breath of the tiger beginning to fade,
And I looked toward the side of my eye at the tiger beginning to feed,
And I jumped up and grabbed my cell phone and bounded for the exit.
In the end, when the tiger comes haunting,
We are often neither good nor evil, strong nor weak, courageous or cowardly,
In the end, when the tiger comes haunting,
We are simply slaves of the instinct to survive.
And so I hope in God’s freedom.
I hope in God’s freedom for me, my friend, and even the tiger.
Not because we are so good as to deserve it or so evil as to default to it,
But rather because God is neither like me, my friend, or the tiger,
But like something so sublime as to love us all.


Details | Rhyme | |

Jesus Gave His Life


Jesus gave his life! He wants to share it!
Will you take up the cross?  And bear it?

He asks us to “take up the cross
 and follow him.”
He’s what we need!  
The sacrifice for our sin!

He provides peace, love and rest for all!
There’s no problem too great
 or too small!

His life for yours…  
What choice will you make?
Please do it now…  
Before it’s too late!

Right now!  Today! 
 You can be made clean!
God is always with you!  
And can do anything!

The opportunity is given!.  
The choice must be made!
Will you be free in Christ?  
Or be sin’s slave?

All it takes is spending 
 time in prayer!
Jesus is here now!  
And can meet you right there!


By Jim Pemberton   


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Shadows in Candlelight

Feeble and hunched over
his movement stumbles
as shuffling feet echo
in the shadows
of a candle-lit
forgotten church
as the old priest
performs his sacred rituals
to a few faithful followers


A commitment to the cloth
harbourer of hidden secrets
an unclaimed inheritance
no longer passed on
the last remaining elders
keepers of unwanted wisdom
take their secrets
to the grave


Details | Couplet | |

The Day God Saved Me

December 18th I felt the urge to cry
I felt like taking my life

Giving all back to my Creator at once
Saying "what's done is done"

I walked in the cold hours on end
Contemplating death as a sin

I wanted to talk to someone about my pain
But If I told them of my feeling would they think of me as insane?

Still searching for something to gleam about
Hoping something innocent and beautiful will take me out of this slouch

Rescue and deliver me from this evil tenure
Convince me that I'm not the worlds biggest sinner

As the blood drips over the bridges edge
Should I step further and plummet into this river instead?


Details | Rhyme | |

As We LookThrough Time

As We Look Through Time…

As we look through time, and the kingdoms that failed…
There was much war and wickedness that prevailed!

That there were many things built through my labor.
Mankind can’t still get along with his neighbor.

Even the mightiest of the warriors have fallen!
That day when the winds of death came callin’!

There’s been much heartaches, and many who’ve cried…
As we have all family and loved ones who’ve died!

In spite of all our efforts…  And all we’ve done.
There’s nothing new that happens,
 “under the sun.”

There’s a God in heaven who still reigns supreme.
He know all about us.  He knows
 and sees everything!

Time was divided with Jesus’ death on the cross!
Without him…  Everything is meaningless and lost!

He provides time with hope and an anticipation…
And offers freely, his grace and salvation!

As we look through time, and all God has given.
He still gives us time, for our sins to be forgiven!

Won’t you take time and accept 
what he offers to give you!
He’s waiting! And wants to change and bless you!

This same God, who made this world many years ago,
Can make you brand new!  
And completely whole!

By Jim Pemberton   11/08/12


Details | Free verse | |

Where's The Blame Contest Entry

Forgive me, please hear my call and answer, 
Tell me that you'll forgive me, for all the wrong I've done. 
I've punished myself everyday though it never seems enough, 
Scars across my flesh, haunting memories in my eyes. 
I wish I could hold you, gently, warmly, tightly, 
Pour into you my deepest grief, my sorrows, and never let you go. 
Im left a crumbled being on my knees, wishing you could hear my cries, 
Listen to my appologies and accept that I would be the one to rather die. 
Can't you feel it, my heart is breaking, shattered by what I've done, 
I'm sick and my body aching, knots in my stomach and Im hyperventalating. 
Please come and answer me, find a way to hear my words, so loudly screamed, 
You loved me once more than I deserved, love me enough now to absolve my hurt. 
Please forgive me Darling, I didn't mean to beg, 
There is nothing left of me but a shadow on the edge of the bed.


Details | Epic | |

Defeat

THE SONG PLAYS OVER AND OVER AGAIN WHILE THE MAN IN THE MIRROR CHALLENGES HIM TO SWALLOW THE HAND FULL OF PILLS. INSTANT NIRVANA, PRESCRIBED DEATH, HIS HEART RACES, DOES A SIMPLE IMAGE HAVE SO MUCH POWER TO KILL. TEARS STAIN HIS SAD BLUE EYES WHICH GAZE INTO BEYOND, LAUGHTER THE DISTANT WHISPERS OF DEMONS. AN ANGELS HANDS REST UPON HIS SHOULDERS, HE SHUTTERS, HER WINGS SPREAD, PRAYERS HER DISTANT SINGING. HE CLOSES HIS EYES WHILE THE IMAGE STARES BACK, SADNESS OVERWHELMS HIM, AS HE TAKES A MINUTE TO REGRETFULLY REMINISCE. FRIENDS, FAMILY, LOVED ONES, MEMORIES, HOLIDAYS, A BEAUTIFUL CLEAR NIGHT, ITS KILLING HIM, FOR HE KNOWS HE WILL BE MISSED. NOT ONLY SUICIDE RIDDLES HIS THOUGHTS, BUT THE FACT OF HOW MUCH BLOOD WILL BE SPILLED THROUGH AND WITH HIS HANDS. FOLLOWING HIS DEATH WOULD HE COMMIT MURDER, KILLING THOSE STARS, HOLIDAYS, MEMORIES, LOVED ONES, FAMILY, AND FRIENDS. THE PAIN THAT CRUSHES HIS SOUL, CRUSHES HIS DREAMS, A NIGHTMARE IN WHICH ONLY HE CAN FORGET. TO DIE AND WELCOME SWEET SURRENDER, NEVER AGAIN CAUSE DISAPPOINTMENT, NEVER AGAIN HAVE TO FORGIVE. THE DEMONS LAUGHTER GROWS LOUDER, THE ANGEL CRIES, FOR SHE KNOWS AND UNDERSTANDS WHICH PATH HE'S GOING TO FOLLOW. HIS EYES OPEN AS HE AGAIN CHALLENGES THE MAN IN THE MIRROR, HE CRIES, HE SAYS GOODBYE TO HIM, HE SWALLOWS. A EUPHORIC FEELING BLEEDS DOWN HIS SPINE AS HE WALKS TOWARDS DEATH, REALIZING THAT FINALLY HIS LIFE AS JUST BEGAN. HE FINALLY LOOKS FORWARD TO TOMORROW FOR ONCE IN HIS LIFE, AS HIS PAST FADES AWAY THE PILLS SILENTLY FALL FROM HIS HANDS.


Details | Free verse | |

Waiting for a Change

Why do I get burned?
It’s the lesson I frequently try to learn 
No matter what I breathe in and forgive
I only have 1 life to live
One chance to make a Change 
And waiting for it 

Why cant I fit in?
I am all I’ve ever been 
I’m different that makes a threat
Being different makes them break their sweat
So mean that its wrong
But every one stay strong
Some day its going to change
But for now we’re waiting for it 

Why do I care so much?
Because your not like other people and such
You’re a caring person
Remember this
Times get rough
But know when to say enough
And then know it will change 
But until then we’ll wait for it 

Why do you hate me so?
I cant believe you stooped so low
But I will come up laughing 
Just by looking at the surroundings 
Having fun while you wait for me to get sad
I’m not going to so sorry so bad
I’m not going to change
So you can sit there and wait 

Why cant we all get along?
All we need is a song
We could live in peace if we didn’t need drama 
Dealing with that makes me want to go into a comma 
Just waiting for it to change I will sit 
And just wait 

What will happen when I die?
You will fall in to the sky and fly 
Feel the wind flow past you 
Washing away all of your fear
And erasing every tear 
Knowing there would be no more hating 
And knowing that there would be no more waiting 
 
You would finally find your change


Details | Free verse | |

Still with me

My dear beloved friend,
I feel you late at night,
Curled atop my feet,
And keeping my heart alight.
I see your sweet smiling face,
Everytime I close my eyes,
And feel you rub against me,
With all the love you have inside.
My loving baby girl, 
I feel you here beside me,
Comforting me of all my pain,
Your close to me once more,
And I have not to weep as much,
When I feel your tail waggin against my legs. 

RIP My Puppy Camille <3 
I love you babygirl


Details | Free verse | |

It's Not Your Fault

The thing about life
is that
it can end in an instant

When the rope of the
harsh words
wraps tightly around your 

Neck squeezing tighter
and tighter
you just want to jump

To end it all to end all
the pain
and the hatred and words

It is not only the words
that push
you over the edge

It is too the fists and
the feet 
that slam into you

Over and over
without
a break with out letting up 

Making you break down and slide down
the wall
and cry and cry and cry

One phone call can 
save a
live, stopping that jump

Stopping the self hate
and
spreading the love

The love i have for 
you will 
never fade or die and i hope

will make you better
to sleep
and to be able to be 

Happy again to 
be happy
forever and always with me

just remember and know
that it's
NOT YOUR FAULT


Details | I do not know? | |

My Wicca Group

Place the candles in a circle
There isn't a spell that I can't handle
Be calm with your breath and be bliss
Saying spells that go like this

The elements of the earth
From birth to death and death to birth
keep all evil away 
Day to night and night to day

Spread these red leaves one by one
From the beggining till we are done
In this circle I have casted
Forgiven for what I have done in the past

My my soul be blessed
With love from the best
You and me are no dupes
This is my Wicca Group


Details | Rhyme | |

War Relived

I seem, as I truly seem,
not stating, what is, in my mind.
Experiencing am I, of a, past moment.
A moment, I just, can not leave behind.

Remembering like it, was yesterday,
again, to me, the past, seems so real.
Becoming a part, of the moment, in the role,
with the same emotions, that I feel.

Away was I, from the familiar,
upon a quest, to fight, for the free.
The honor, of wearing, a soldier uniform,
to defend, and annihilate, the enemy.

Buddies beside me, in the commotion,
us facing, the same, wrong time, and place.
Tears coming down, my very eyes,
as I now, can vividly see, his frighten face.

Because for him, the end, was coming,
as he, fought hard, during the whole attack.
He then lie there, while us, his buddies,
voraciously tried, to revive him entirely back.

Back alive, he wasn't becoming,
coming home, to those, whom loved, him all.
My thoughts, and prayers, are with his family,
to others, I've been, nothing but a brick wall.

Me dealing, with the sadness, guilt, and anger, 
together in unison, and each, now and then.
Finally realizing, by living, I shows him, love,
of him, giving his life,  from way, back when.


Details | Ottava rima | |

GUILT, REMORSE AND SORROW

Guilt, remorse and sorrow
are the unrepressible emotions making me restless...
as they revoke their dreadful images,
leaving hot sweat on my wrinkled pillow,
and though I did hurt nobody but me:
it's a wound that will keep bleeding,
never finding that source of heeling;
and the longer I deny it, the more it haunts me!  



God, give me Your revelation on how I should live,
to avoid the pitfalls that can make me stray;
God, I desire nothing more than mercy and joy!
I tread at the thought of the coldest grave;
locked in a coffin, buried underneath the heavy and damp soil...
with no air to breath, and no sun to feel and no love to give!
God, when my time draws near, all the bells will toil;
and will some of Your angels watch over my resting place?

 

If the main reason for being born is to build moral and character,
which deeds you demand of me that I perform in Your sight? 
My ancestors sinned and I, too, must pay that price: 
being imperfect and committing all kinds of vanities,
and still You consider me Your child and shine light on my path!
How ungrateful could I be with all the loving-kindness,
and undeserved generosity you shower me with...
when guilt, remorse and sorrow are all I have? 



The older I get, the more frightened I am and all the foolishness,
which was evident in my erroneous lifestyle, loses its effect
and grip on me, revealing itself in that contagious and ugly aspect;
and who could return to the sinful ways and do more harm to himself?
I advice others to heed and redeem themselves before time prevails,
and offers no other chance at salvation! When I will be dead,  
this voice will cease to speak...and I won't be found where the evil spirits loom;    
and without guilt, remorse and sorrow I will be another corpse in that tenebrous tomb! 


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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An Escort

donot  pluck those smiling flowers 
and  place them
upon this mortal self when 
darkness engulfs me.
Put me back in Her bosom
with a reminder that LORD 
be with me in my voyage to 
the other world.


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The methadone girl

She could hardly drag himself along,hovered between life and death,
so frozen that her hands are insensible to any feeling
and atrophied heart works only for the casual trade.
Plucked at hair with rage as these morning habits die hard,
spiting blood,residues of the night before.
You toiled in vain because you think you've met her several times
and your soul finally realized your ambitions.
But she is the methadone girl.
The cheap shoes worn out,trampled underfoot by the crowd,
wasted by the long illness,languished from indifference.
Dice with her life everyday,the perspective of sadness,
gain nothing or something in her mind,
watching you to keep your reputation free from all slurs
The drainage happened at the age of eighteen
only dent in her pride was forever.
Fool her with promises,exchange arms and legs with money,
skin burns easily so be an animal,defy the pressure-gauge.
Rolling on souls again.
Overawe us into the silence.
The silence of methadone.


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From A Distance

A cold brisk morning out on the lake
The picture was both calm & sirene
What else do I see
With elegant rolling hills throughout it's vast yet timeless scope

In the water gaze with a soft reflection of my inner soul intact'
The only traffic to equate of green ferns in modest formation
A column of rocks having a feature of some grand esquisite castle
Yet to my surprise what was it's big hastle

~
The native indians must have claimed it as a sacred place'
Leaving behind not the slightest hint as to the outcome of the matter,
A soothing mirage of some timeless scenic view outside
Yet who really knew;

In the sky a dusting of blue through its filtered timeless invention
To have a view of nature's beckoning call
There is no riven tree, or lamb dropped by an eagle
After the warm days the rain comes pimpling

A classic scene taken out of the apple dumpling gang trio'
From a distance we have finally arrived to our claim to fame'
Water and fire succeed;
The town, the pasture and the weed...

A young finch makes room in their nest
While all the waiting world carry's on to try to pass the test
With the given hope to labor in the blazing sun;
To finally enter into God's heavenly rest,

From a distance I see a reflection of what I could have been
With a time well spent in thought;
Through a small lens we can only vaguely see
A pivotal regard toward that of reality

Dust in the air suspended
Marks the place where a story ended
The death of hope and despair
This is the death of air !


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Indian burial ground

The Indian rounds the corner of the room
Seeing the sadness through the eyes of a girl
There are a lot of things about this world that we don't know 
the truth behind humanity the heartbeat of ones last breathe
or the pain one suffers mentally 

I don't even know if people can see the truth
Or if they shut themselves out of the real and into the fake
We all know the fakness of what a human can put off
We all know the sickness one stores inside their skull
Can we all see what's going on? this day I see some that are still blind
 some that are so blind they can not imagine! 

The things one can do
The things one may hide

A life filled with questioning
A life full of hate and despair 
A life of several lies
A life with no reason of existing

A series of depression
A time of regret
A worry of fear 

A fear of ourselves 

An unwritten book with no pen to write with

Voice of reason


Details | Haiku | |

each drop of His blood

each drop of His blood
was for a divine purpose:
saving sinful souls


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Hurt and You Could Have it All

upstairs in my room
i put my ear to the floor
only to hear my parents screaming
the argument is about me
my mom yells "look at what your son has become!"
Heartless, unintelligent, fake...
my father replies back
"hes your son, hes your own pile of dirt!"
whenever my family is out together
we act happy like these fights never happen
but every night they do and i cant tell anyone
i have to act like someone else in order not to get introuble
What have i become?...hurt..dishonest..will this feeling dissapear?
I will drag you down and i will make you hurt..
I lift my head from the floor
still hearing the angry voices of my parents
i found an old needle, and i dug it into my skin
the next morning i go downstairs
with a cut off shirt on, and baseball shorts
My father grabs my arm
"what is this boy?"
i yank my hand away from him and i sit down on a chair
"its nothing sir"
my father repeats "are you cutting yourself?, why?"
i grab my bookbag and i disapear out the door
My father runs outside pulling me to the ground
"are you cutting yourself boy?!" he screams
i say "no sir i just scrapped my arm on my dresser"
My father grabs my face
"you better not cut yourself again" he replies
He hits my face, as i lay on the ground.
I didnt wake up until i felt something wet drip on my face
it was raining and dark outside
i run into the house and into the bathroom
looking into the mirror i see the bruise that was left on my face
My father wasnt home and my mother went to bed
"everything goes away in the end right, if i let him have it all, my moms pile of dirt?"
I sit upon my liars chair full of broken memories i cannot repair 
I become someone else, but the old me is still right there
if i could start again a million miles away i would keep myself
i will find my way



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Euphorianah

The sapphire-dust sun of what-were dreams
Swallow the scene, setting In the forsaken east
All I see, all I know fades into the reaper's monotone grey 
Death come near me, by my only choice 
My wintry desperation subdued, clings to they silent voice
The dusk reveals my truest nature before her blank argentine eyes
Life; the darkest of all tragedies, Romances' malady
Let me feel your breath in this frozen air
Your pulse shorter than ever
Despair's void grows inside me
Without, you I will live no longer

Forever with me you will stay
The darkness caressing means as I lay by thy grave 
Hatred no longer exits
Come back to me
Euphorianah

My Angel, why did you fly so far away
My Angel, let just one feather stay
My Angel has flown away

The winterwinds' tears fall on me
With whispers of you, someone I once knew
No matter in a dream or reality
Sweet tranquillity, stay with me
Calming the fears within
But the pain remains

The silvemoon's fears shine on you
Thine eyes search for mine
Oh how they shine, so deathly blue
If sacrifice needs a price
The dagger shows-
Heaven is calling us tonight

Forever with me you will stay
The darkness caressing means as I lay by thy grave 
Hatred no longer exits
Come back to me
Euphorianah

My Angel, why did you fly so far away
My Angel, let just one feather stay
My Angel has flown away

Covered in shadowy illusions 
Shall we dance?
Death will be lie dominion
You are my only queen
Euphorianah

Forever with me you will stay
The darkness caressing means as I lay by thy grave 
Hatred no longer exits
Come back to me
Euphorianah

My Angel, why did you fly so far away
My Angel, let just one feather stay
My Angel has flown away

Just let me die
If I cannot see
Euphorianah 
This night 


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Failed To Fail To Live

I almost died last night Just so I could live I've lost myself so much along the way I can't find anything left to give  When I awoke to a new day's light I cried because I was still here I've even failed to fail to live and Living's by far my biggest fear My frantic, honest cry for help Unintentionally manipulative to you Weighed you down with the unfair burden Of a weight you could not have moved I'm sorry, sorry, pathetically sorry I'm so self-centered and insane I expected you to love and walk and guide me It's just so lonely walking in my internal rain


Details | I do not know? | |

Sleepless Nights

O Death do come to me
For I can no longer live in fear
Like a woman in love waiting
I am left shedding my tears

For if Death do come to me
Do not come at my face
like a buzzard on a branch, it waits
waiting for death to take my place

O Death do come to me
during a nice peaceful sleep
for I have everlong feared
being at the realm of my makers feet

What shall he do,
What shall he say

Will he turn his head and then send me away
or will he grin with a smile 
then say "Welcome home my child"
This question is too much to take

O death do come to me
for in heaven, I have a place
My maker and I face to face
asking forgiveness for all my mistakes

O death do come to me
I cannot keep my head in place
whenever I sleep and dream
Dream of this beautiful place

O death do come to me
for this I cannot wait
To be with him in the kingdom of heaven
watching my makers make


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My prison jump suit

Used to be an individual
now I'm just a complex number
stripped away from my own individuality
made me uncomfortably wake from my
slumber.

Used to be a boy wonder.
I was living the life.
Didn't think I'd get sucked under,
didn't think I'd end up wanting to kill myself
with a hunting knife.

My wrongful deeds have made me feel as if I'm living in a 
dreadful still life picture,
wishing someone would look at me
and reconsider and view me as a normal fixture. 


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My cats death

Filled with no more than a breath of warm fresh air,
 exhausted, he dies
His last breath, heavy and sullen, 
pours out from between his cherry pink lips
Flowing down the sides of his, light blue blush cheeks,
 constantly licking its way down
From there it flows about the floor in desperate need of human muzzle
Dragging itself from here to there and spreading itself out thin
When it came upon a sleeping cat, 
with no remorse of stinking foul, crept inside its nose
The cat wakes, places several masks upon its face,
 then blows it right back out
The breath, lighter now, 
finds hope in only death and dies
The cat perplexed can only sigh.


Details | Free verse | |

Hope for Utopia

          Utopia, Casa de las Madre,
these four walls that close
         round flesh and bone, exclaim:
"...it is the breaking of the body,
and the spilling of blood...",    is it not
       that which means sacrifice?
    means love?
                            means life?
Family brought together in embrace
       of pain and prayer, I say:

'God, I am only as good as you,
             and being as you are, I can't
                       regret my birth (having played no part),
                                                     but live only with belief:
                                  that my home can once house my heart 
                                                                                          in peace.


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The saga of the dusty road

The Saga of dusty roads of Utah 
(To the memory of Don W. Esplin, father of Kathryn Esplin-Oleski)
= =
There he was playing with some mild explosives, 
in his own backyard, a resolute boy he is; 
the June month had swelled like the taut belly of 
a neighborhood lady; the boy wanted to be 
a scientist which he became. He, of course could not 
envision that all these sepia dust of Utah, 
the noon backyard and a young scientist’s narrative 
would be remembered by his explosive daughter 
and a strange Indian was going to pen a saga. 

Alfred Nobel was smiling from a page of a book 

The boy rolled a cigarette, the smoke’s curlicues 
swirl up to grain the picture. A blast almost choked
the bright blue jays and robins. Defused sun slanted.
The end of the road was just an end of the road 
where sun could meet earth, warm grass shook off the heat 
and the covert window of the farm house would yield 
a father and son talk. Strong argument on
future, on an university, on money 
on a world that could differ in generations;
of course the boy, as a father, understood 
his girl, then living apart. But distance is in heart.
He would grow up midst dreams. A quirky wind would blow him 
here and there; navy, marriage and science, 
pharmacology and marriage again; a gust
of wind would take him on a ride that, if he could 
read this he would have said, resembled his truck rides 
down the roads of Utah. But at that point of time
he was wide awake inside his misty night’s sleep 
and an American novel is shooting up 
its multiple heads in search of fresh oxygen. 
The waves of moon were enjoying a full tide.

=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar


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Twinkling Souls

Sitting alone in a hotel room
Looking out over flat roofed buildings
At twinkling lights across the Island.
How many lights?
How many people?
Sitting alone in their rooms?
Looking out.
Alone.
Searching.
Despairing of finding ourselves.
Fearful of discovery
That I am Me.
Who is dying?
Slowly but slowly we all surely will.
Choice is everything.


Details | Rhyme | |

Three Hebrew Men Were Thrown Into the Fire


There were three Hebrew men with one desire.
They served the true God!  And were cast into the fire!

King Nebuchadnezzar ordered them to bow to a false idol.
But they made up their minds
 to serve the God of the Bible!

He ordered them thrown into the furnace so hot!
But there was a lesson here, that was to be taught!

As he looked in…  He couldn’t believe 
what he saw!
He had seen the living son of God, after all!

At this sight, his words broke and his body trembled!
The Hebrews were unharmed!
No matter how hot the fire was kindled!

He called them out, yelling for them one by one.
He knew they had a visit from God’s holy son!

He looked!  And their bodies weren’t even burned!
They trusted their God! And had no reason for concern!

This same God who rescued the three Hebrew men…
Is the same God who can rescue you from sin!

Though the “fires of life, may be “hot and burning.”
It’s in the direction of God… 
That you need to be turning!

The living son of God would like to visit you today!
Won’t you listen to the words of life, he has to say?

He is the true God!  The king of kings is he!
And invites you to be with him!  For all eternity!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | I do not know? | |

Gloves I

With her gloved hands she waits...
An ever-lastin patience for you...
You told her you`d meet her there...
But you never showed up...
So she rips off the gloves...
And sets them ablaze...
Because she doesn`t want to see your precious face...
Her heart falls apart...
It cannot break because some one already did that...\
And it wasn`t you...
Not even close...
You`re just another who walked away...
But still the fire won`t warm her...
Because the gloves were her reminder of you...
And as she freezes over she says...
"Why did you break your promise?"
By the last word she is dead...
The girl with the gloved hands...


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The Monster

The monster became a living, walking nightmare
my dive into insanity, no longer perfect, containing a blank stare

I should resist, the monster will find me, run away with me
Pretend to hear my meager complaints, force me to see what I'm afraid to see

Blame and guilt, volleying right and left, up and down
It's crashing me closer, with every step, I'm falling to the ground

It's all a game, just play along, play the game, play it well
Brimming confidence, dissolved in thoughts, of what? I won’t tell

Demons, devil born souls, run quick, run fast, stand my ground
No sense of fear, n sense of foreboding, not even a slight sound

High speed, pursuit of hell, bent on going, bent on crashing
Giving into the power, life's faster, lights flashing

Crash and torment me again, my eyes close after all
The beginning of the end for me, feeling numb after the fall

Is there a way out? I'm different, distant and moved on
Listen to the water, calling, coaxing into death, I'm gone

Endless, empty cloud; dreamless oblivion; oxygen, exhalation
Am I dead? Still alive? Broken into pieces, I need motivation

Reality closes in, walls me in; until there’s nothing there
Death comes behind me, containing a blank stare.


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More Room In Heaven



Heaven...

Have you ever traveled to the garden
finding the most precious flowers
who bloomed in a thorny crown
through out the land of ours?

Have you heard the lagoon
with roaring passion and anger
as it weeps to the silver sand
holding back many of its danger? 

If you have not then you haven't seen-
The home for the good and angels.
Yes- its Heaven and I think I've been
there before, watching lovely things swing and dangle.

And I've heard the lord's voice,
not so deep and pitchy as the wind.
He said, "Let the people know that
there's more room to grow in Heaven."



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Lets eras hate

Take my hand victims of hate don’t be afraid I’ll pull you up and away from this place Come with me into the night We will walk down lanes of soft moon light Come to me lonely souls Fight for your right to be heard Open your eyes sunshine Day light has casted a hazy glow Were not alone Others walk this hidden path as well Put down the knifes that carve your flesh Sew up the wounds that bleed and fester with loves string Take their hands Hold them tight Reassure the need to stay For we all fear the fall back into abandonment Cradle the young left on the streets Fill their hunger by staying with in arms reach Let us walk as one A line that reaches shore to shore For we are strong and loved When we remember are hand are linked as one Let your feet stomp down hate Your hart sing songs of strength Don’t let genocide harts think their forgotten Let them find sanctuary in are rebel arms For hatred has wounded and scared us all Take them up and sooth their fears Listen to their stories of war in time when it seems so unfair Do not weep alone my loves Let your tears falls on the shoulders of use that have healed some Rubbing your back to sooth cocking sobs We all must weep when things have become too much to bear For you are not alone nor week Even when others pass over you as if you’re unseen So to all my passer bys Bullies Racist And you that pray upon the “week” I can not hate that what you are But I will rebel agents that what you do For us who you hate and torment out number you One day you will feel the wrath of what hate can do And when you do………….. Even you may join are line For even you will cry Even you will feel alone Even you will one day want to die Perhaps you all ready do Perhaps now you see We all need love Love from and for each other We are all human Even you


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sept 11 and heaven

as we commemorate the 10th anniversary of a  day we'll always remember
over three thousand lives taken on the eleventh day of September
but for the grace of God it might have been me 
to have been one of those lives taken away in the midst of that tragedy

life is a series of sequences and events that take place
and I know that as a child of Christ I'm living under His grace
at the time I had a job that was located in tower seven
but on that day I was in Brooklyn or I might have died and gone to heaven
safe in the borough of Kings working at the primary election polls
far away from the events that on New York took such a toll
the nation and the world were shook to their foundations
that anyone would dare to strike at the very heart of our nation
two airliners purposely driven into the World Trade Center Twin Towers
an attack on American soil in the early morning hours

and as I sit in church today on our annual Homecoming day
I reflect on the fact that many will never come home again
mothers, fathers, sons, daughters, co-workers, family and friends
and while I sit in this anointed pew
the awesomeness of the glory of God in me has been renewed
a day to remember as we share the communion of our Lord Christ
a day to also remember a day that forever changed our lives






Details | I do not know? | |

Through the eyes of a Marine

As the Marines push forward as if to shrug feigning indifference for the lives that have been taken to the god of which they believe to be unforgiving all they can do is push forward and move to their already known perilous fate and meet death face to face and dance with the devil and once this happens their mission has become complete because all you can do as a Marine is sweat Crude Oil And Bullets

A man once said Wars come and go but our soldiers are eternal


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Tested

The downtrodden have instilled the fear, 
The loss that is never heard,
Could it be the gentle brook,
Or the violent spoken word.
I bestill my mind with dampened spirits,
An ache that never sleeps,
Could it be the rotten corpse?
Or the widow as she weeps.
A thought to tame my wild thoughts,
To brush against a breast,
To feel the hatred well within,
A torturous little jest.
A Solemn word that bring the joy,
A splinter to bring the pain,
Could be the gentle laugh,
Or the twist of Cain.
As I finish my thoughts of the day,
Some words to capture whats real,
I take the pleasure in the pain,
Knowing the world I know is real.


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Reunion

Eyes grow weary, have they learned to see
During years of absence, you from me
Your story's at end, your chosen plot
Time draws near, but you may know not

Shall I see my mother, perhaps my dad
Ever watchful, my being glowing so glad
It is time, I wait with mounting joy
For them once again to be girl or boy

That which was separate, will now be one
Your chosen tasks are nearly done
At the entrance, there I stand
Reunion time is close at hand

From the palm of His hand I've watched you grow
Seeds of goodness, We watched you sow
Come be with me and share His land
I await the touch of your sweet hand

I fault you not, as you can see
I love you so, come be with me
So hasten forth, with lifted heart
No longer more shall we be apart

These words I write, so dear to me
Express my desire that you'll be free
If the gate be locked, search for the key
But look not far, in your heart it will be.


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Rites of Passage

I write right rites for I dare not get them wrong and if I do I promise you forever will I be one with the darkness that enters strong to take over my faith everything I've ever known to be will quickly be erased I don't think I'd make it that doesn't make me weak no one has crossed over and made it back without scars that can be seen I would rather be with a conscious free of guilt always inviting who I find mighty into the temple I have built I enter my own creation and take a look around to fix the flaws or scrap it all rebuild it on solid ground the morale can be found even in ignorance I admit I'm slightly jealous by your smiles of wild bliss is it really that easy to never give a care for any other person or thing but the reflection behind your stare I wish I knew my limit for then I could plan my life but the constant of the mystery is the source that fuels my might in a moment of clarity I see how small I am so let me back away with face before you know how far I can stretch my imagination a universe inside is born it only lasts for seven minutes before I destroy it with my scorn I'm a danger to myself all my lies are white I will soon unleash the godhead to rectify that one forsaken rite


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Hello My Friend

Hello my friend. I had forgotten you. I read so many ways to come home to the Truth, that I pick up signs and make them into chaos designs. Images are communication and words dilute. The essence of reality is mute. I heard the descriptions fall from my mouth. Purposeless and judgments of past with blooming awareness of an unconscious brain path. The death of those pictures as they hit open air, illuminate pure birth forms and wisdom to share.


Details | Free verse | |

Permanent

Today I feel miserable. Not just your run of the mill sorrow, but it's as if my thoughts have morphed into blades
and sliced their way into my heart. My brain has imprinted your memories into my mind, too far deep to ever be retracted.
I've found peace within the pain, accepted it perhaps. Because even though it hurts to think of you, I can't stop.
Your soul will live on for eternity, and permanently in my heart.
Sometimes I pretend that you've never really left this earth. I see you often.
In my dreams, in strangers that roam the street, the ones with the same innocent blue eyes as yours.
I can still hear your laughter. It has been 247 days since I have physically been in your presence. 
247 days without answers, without closure, without...you.
Everything that led up to that day was despicable. You deserved gold, but received gravel.
But hatred is poisonous.
And if I allow anymore poison to slip into my blood, then I may be gone as well. So I will try to forgive, but can never forget.
I love you more than I love myself.


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A time when you could eat the sun

The trees are made of feathers and sticks
The sun is made of golden cheese
The moon was made of whipped cream
A place where the water was made out of blue Kool- Aid
The grass was made of gummy green strings
There was no houses and no place to hide
A place where a boy ate the sun
A place where the Moon swalloed up the world
A tragedy that melted and turned to liquid
No one could swim in the sea
No one could tan underneath the branches
A world where time stood still and the hours were long
A place where humans never existed

"Please Try to Go Beyond Earth Hour"
Treat earth like something you imagined when you were a kid a place where these things happened and you could be safe. Pick up your trash and clean up your yard! after all this is your world too :)!


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A Force of the Divine

Have you seen little floaters that drift in the sky?
They can be quite deceiving; they exist on our eye,
They’re black in the centers, Surrounded in white,
A scratch on the lenses, protecting the eye,
I’ve seen others beyond these, that dance and move free,
Could it be what I’m observing is divine energy?
From the rays of the moon, they’re produced overnight,
Charged up by the sun and dispersed throughout light,
To the trees and all nature, throughout all living things,
Do we play the lead role because we’re human beings?
Colors of purple, Neon and white,
Translucent by day, rarely seen in the night,
Are they just an illusion or simply just and divine?
Do they have an influence on the subconscious mind?
Why can I see them and what are they for?
As a creative distraction or to show us a door?
To a realm of existence, less explored by mankind,
Leaving secrets between shadows for all species to find,
Which leads me to believe that this force in disguise,
Has an influence great on the mind and its’ eyes,
Facilitating our evolution as we live life to learn,
How to live in the light, it's a right we must earn,
This existence is puzzling; the ultimate unspoken test,
Of our will to live righteous, of our desires to live blessed,
To believe there's no evil is to believe there's no light,
Yet the belief there exists nothing in my mind is not right,
Although this life we design is so hard to conceive,
If you give it some thought you might come to believe,
That a power exists here, a force of the divine,
A power that does work through the mysterious mind,
Yet these messages relayed on a subliminal level,
Are most times distorted through the works of the devil,
Yet that's a part of life’s battle in my mind there's no doubt,
That a duty of ours as humans is to help figure this out,
So take a look within yourself and maybe contemplate this,
For thy kingdom is amazing are you living its' bliss?
 
Copyright ©2012 Zachary Jackson


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The Heart's Malcontent Eye

Secluded mind murder
Windows are false inside here
I find here,deep inside here...i don't find myself hoping for peace
These clouds of despair that blind the battlefield have a dark appeal

My naked eyes see nothing
The cheerful souls have perished...the beautiful people have all withered away
This Old Age prophecy must be

This is A Bleak life...led by the paragraphs of holy books,held by crooks
Sing songs of renewal in the afterworld
....hopeful catharsis...the relief of world

I admit...
i am the bashful admirer of profound destruction

signed
-K.D????


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Futurology

Hapless hopes of a civilized world
Have been prophesized and repeatedly told
But what’s the point of such a tale?
When all we do is miserably fail

When wars are fought and blood is spilt
No one cares coz there’s no guilt
When children die of strife and pain
No one cares, there’s no disdain.

That’s the world we live in now
Murky plains with a desolate row
Warm to the touch, but frozen within
Static in a planet of corruptive sin

If smart men know from A to Zed
Why can’t they realize the mistakes of the dead?
Yet we live out normal lives
Replenishing our souls, where evil thrives

Corrupted we stand
Holding in our hands
The blood and dirt from far away lands

That’s what we are
Drifting afar
Our souls are black as road-bound tar

But time goes on
And walks forth life
Piercing through reality
Like a murderous knife

Darkness falls
With end of days
Black and White
At which we gaze

Brings out sorrow
Brings out pain
Pulling at our conscience
Driving us insane

Deceptive dreams of truthfulness
Haunt our waking sleep
Yet we lie without a reason
Because we’re in too deep

In truth we’re nomads
Lost in a desert of lies
The darkness seems to shield us
From all the shame and sighs  

But if we’re lost and waiting to be found
Why do we sit still without making a sound?
Maybe darkness is what we need
For Satan to arrive and take the lead

As we wonder, as we lurk
Sitting in the murk
Satan smirks
Awaiting the arrival of us - the hell-bound berks!


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Sixty Minutes

Sixty minutes to make peace, 
not much time in the scheme of things.  
To ask forgiveness for all I've done, 
seems I shouldn't have tempted fate in the first place.  
I never should have taken the path, 
that leads to remorse and I'm sorry's.  
I just should have listened to my little voice.  
The Angel that tried to guide me.  
Perhaps I wouldn't be here at this moment, facing my mortality.  
The what if's can fry the mind. 
 But just one might have saved me.  
I leaned upon the tale I'd been told, 
that forgiveness is but a prayer away. 
But, when you have just thirty minutes left, 
you realize it's too late.  
I am luckier than some, I guess.  
That had the end happen in a blink.  
Never knowing, nor having the chance, 
to ask for their soul to be saved.  
With just thirty seconds, 
not much time for lengthy pleas.  
So I will just ask you to hear my last two words..
"Forgive me" 



For the contest:  MY Last Hour
Sponsored by Robb A. Kopp


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Because I Was Bullied

Because I was smart,
I was bullied,
Because I was bullied,
I was hurt,
Because I was hurt,
I grew weak,
Because I grew weak,
I couldn’t speak,
Because I couldn’t speak,
I was alone,
Because I was alone,
I couldn’t take it,
Because I couldn’t take it,
I was crazy,
Because I was crazy,
I grew suicidal,
Because I grew suicidal,
I grew homicidal,
Because I grew homicidal,
I begin to kill,
Because nobody cares about my hurt or how I feel,
They thought it was a joke but now it’s real.


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Walking to Redemption

Stuck in a place with negativity bound within it's Walls. I need to get out of here, before the phone rings with insanity's calls. I burst out of the door into the streets owned by the night. Shadows staring back dodging the lamps light. I begin to walk down the urban corridor of uncertainty. The workers of soul catchers carry out their shady activity. I find myself in the empire of danger invoking pure photo-phobia It's a small price to pay for escaping the mecca of claustrophobia. As I reach the climax of the spiraling vortex tunnel. I walk on tenterhooks as my problems funnel. Facing me at the end of this path, is a door laced with remorse around it's edges. The entrance to unknown stands out with a line of devoted pledges. Those waiting and queuing are the damned and the lost. As I drift towards them, I wonder how much my sin will cost. For I felt the weight of the pressure and stress, forcing me into the light of shame? For I was the puppet master, who poured onto me the petrol and drew the flame. My moment of selfishness was a cardinal sin to myself and others. lacking consideration, deprived of thought for my sisters and brothers. That self indulgent cowardliness, has lead me to this final act. A door beaten with the hands of the damned, regardless it's still intact. As the number descends down to it's final member. I stand there understanding my sin, bound to surrender. Reaching out I grasp the golden handle, and turn it to the right. As I push forward on the door and out bursts a green neon light. My chance of escape has come to a halt, it's time for me to face the jury's end. I stand by my plea of weakness and insanity, as into the court I descend. A skeleton of the peril court rises with a verdict and answer. The jury has decided I was overtaken by a vicious cancer. The disease wasn't voluntary but they agree my cure wasn't correct. My punishment is to fade into the man that never was, with immediate effect.


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Dying Dreams

The young dream their dreams away at night

Hoping they come true

A doctor,policemen,veterinarian and other dreams are developed by the young

Too naive to understand the ways of the world

Determined as ever to achieve their dreams

The old regret the dreams they could never accomplish

They had dreams but unknowingly never came true

You go from living a world full of dreams

To living the reality that is life

Why do we let our dreams die

We were so excited as young kids

At the foot step of our dreams

Were we haunted by the mountain we had to climb

To make our dreams come true

Did we simply quit

Because of society’s pressure

Did money deter our dreams away while we slept at night

Did we let doubt creepy into our hearts

Silently killing all of our dreams without realizing it

Why do dreams die so quickly

When we spent years of our youth

Hoping that we could get an opportunity

To make them come true

Dream big, chase your dreams and never let them die


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Don't get mad Get Even

My God don't I have anything to offer to anybody can someone help will any one 
bother. I feel like I am nothing at all and I am mad at myself I can beat my self up 
that still doesn't help. Just problem after problem life seems so cruel and I am 
tired of not knowing what the hell to do. At times I think about what right for me, 
but its clearly a waste of time because all of the hopes I have every had was only 
in my mind. I feel so bad and my heart feels sad  and the tears I cry now will fore 
ever last I guess that why I'm all ways mad. I have lost my spirit and deserted my 
soul just a wondering lost sheep with no where to go. I have lost my smile but 
gain a frown and my heart is weeping and breaking down.

Why do we cry?

Why do we smile?

Why do we hate the things we no nothing about?

Why dose love hurt?

Why dose one kill?

How dose hate find me and choose how I live.

Is there a solution for a sheep who has lost his way or should he be punished for 
going  astray.


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Rufus Dufas

once came a man of civil tongue
spoke of another poet for what he has not done
tattered his name across the morning daily sun
depicted depraved drunk even a drug-addled madman he was none
since 1842 grudges just for some weird kind of fun
Rufus Wilmot Griswold  Mr editor got his gun
posted Edgar Allen Poe Was Dead died in Baltimore the day before yesterday I just shunned
If this is what memoir of the author is I may be as well as be done
But believing in and still reading Poe's work I have forever keepsakes of suspense and fun


Tribute To Poe



Memoir Of The Author
Rufus Wilmot Griswold
Editor

Also Entry For Brian Strand's
Adaption Contest


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Do We Take Our Life For Granted


Do We Take Life For Granted?

I believe that so often we take
our life “for granted.”
Thinking were on this earth
 and “forever planted…”

Scripture says our life is like “a spark in the sky.”
We’re here today...  Tomorrow we may die…

“Where your treasure is”…  “Your heart will also be!”
Have you thought about where you’ll spend eternity?

Everything we need…  God’ s given to us already…
When death knocks at your door.  
Will you be ready?

Your soul has been purchased.  Bought and paid!
The gift of eternal life has, 
through Christ, been made!

The breath that you breathe...  Each day you awake.
Please consider Jesus as your lord…  
Before it’s too late!

Each day we have is a gift from God above…
Another opportunity to be filled with HIS love!

Won’t you take the time to consider life eternal?
So your name can be added to heaven’s journal?

This wonderful life that’ God has given to us…
Why not allow God to come in, 
and give him your trust?

He can change and make you a new person throughout!
He is your creator and is 
what life is all about!

By Jim Pemberton


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The dying already


There was the he 
glistening  in the eye
shaped in the green of
the downfalling hills ,
was there the he again
like  the words 
hiding in the  already dyings 
of damned also ,  
were the procrastination there
on loving the he
were  in contrast the laments there
aside the stone of the  dugged his life 
or the somehow soul of his torn   
by and by ,
day and my .


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My Imprint

I always used to ask myself this question, "What kind of imprint do I want to leave with people once I pass and am I scared of dying?"  I had come to this question again once my grandfather passed.He was an amazing human being who loved God by the way.Anyway, I have learned over time through experiences of my life I have realized something and its what I want others to know, its that Life is a gift.So cherish every minute of it even the smallest moments in time.See, everyday is a new opportunity for Forgiveness.Love.Reconciliation. etc. one will not always have the chance to live promisingly.I believe that people need to go about their lives with the perspective of not what can I do for myself.But, what can I do for someone else.For instance, How can I make someone''s day? Or just simply How can I make a person smile today? For me, there's nothing that brings more joy to me than knowing I may have made a difference in a person's life. I just want others to know that the bigger picture in our existence is not just serving Jesus, but its to serve each other. I mean, of course we need to live for the Lord and spread the Gospel and live our own lives. But, there's nothing wrong with a little selflessness and its very fulfilling to do so. Oh, and No. I'm not scared of dying. You see, The Apostle Paul said it well, "To live is Christ. But, to die is gain." I know that it's different when your told you only have so much time to live than when a family member or friend is told this.But quite honestly, to me it's just death. Besides, if I could leave this earth knowing I changed at least one life, it was very worth living it.

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The Melody of Hope

There I lay upon the curb, my heart still beating An Icy breeze cutting through, my souls was fleeting Looking up into the skies, I saw a flash of hope The clouds divided into blue, and dangled down a helping rope Rising up I start again, I'm fighting stronger The music plays inside my head, this I remember I use the melody to build my strength, I'm shining brighter I lace deceit with the flammable truth, I drop the lighter The phoenix rises from the flames, I see it's eyes Exploded candles ignite the way, I hear it's cries The path I walk leads to my home, a second chance At the end one final trial, it's the devils dance There it lay upon the curb, It's heart still beating Reaching out I take my sword, It's life depleting One final strike and a broken heart, death becomes her The sun comes out and begins to beam, hope forever


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19

A searing pain
Shoots through my arm
As i pull the cold blade
Across the ivory of my flesh
I look at what i've done
And i see the bright red of living ecstasy
Letting it sit to gently cry
Slipping out of the throbbing flesh
I leave this worlds harsh reality
And find myself in my own mind
Where no one tries to see
What they cannot find in me
I felt alive!
Not dead inside
That blade made it happen
That highest of high
I enjoyed the great sight
But then the high died
It seemed my world
Became unfurled
As i realised what i did (again)
Another scar to add to life
Just as regretful as the last
The pleasure i persued
And the pain i let loose
Effected more than just me
It harmed the love of my life 
All because of my strife
That bottled up inside
I swore to him
I won't take my last breath
To lie down and sleep
For 100,000 years
I'll be here at your side
To see your warm smile
No matter how great the pain


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#8

universe, waiting
surrounded, yet so alone.
I will wave goodbye


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Circular Life

Running to hide
Hiding to run
My life is a circle
When will this rotation be undone
Everything I do 
Its the same song and dance
A sheep in wolf's clothing
Yes a wolf at first glance
I can't help I am addicted to thrills
No words to describe how it feels
Honing my skills
Turning my heart to steel
Making my case to fight the devil
Stone versus stone
Fallen Angel versus Fallen soul
The thrill to shake the bone
Love made me
Then love destroyed me
Stuck with nothing to lose
And nothing to gain
Vengeance is what I choose
Standing alone 
Forgetting everything I've ever known
I can break this rotation
But it has to be now or never
All because I loved her
And she left me for dead
Destroying my heart
And messed up my head
Circular life
I am back to the night
I am back to fight


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FOREVER FREE

        FOREVER FREE
I stand before you, judged, a sinner be
relinquishing all rights, I might have had,
but pray thee quick, to judge the soul of me
then lay to rest--the sins that drive me mad.

I seek forgiveness, that's all of my plea,
for all I've been in life, as having fun,
and all the hurt--that's been--because of me
I pray put in the past, as if there's none.

I ask your guidance, on my bended knee
protect my days ahead, if there are some
and never let mine eyes again to see
the lust of life from where all sin has come.

   And Jesus, give me wisdom, now to be
   your servant who's been saved--forever free!
© ron wilson


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Have You Thought About How Short Life Really Is


Have You Thought About How Short Life Is? Have you thought about how short life really is? No one knows for sure how long they will live… Have you thought about the God who designed you? His wonderful creation daily surrounds you! Have you thought about how you'll spend your time? As each day, many thoughts go through your mind. Have you thought about the life you’ve been given? We’ve all sinned, but can totally be forgiven! Have you thought about the wisdom of God’s word? The truth of scripture needs to be heard! Have you thought about kneeling to God in prayer? He patiently waits… And is always there! God thought about you a long time ago… Through Christ’ death, he purchased your soul! God thought about you that day with Jesus’ death… Even beyond when Christ took his last breath! He thinks about you each day that passes by! He has a mansion prepared for you beyond the sky! Won’t you give to him your heart’s attention? He can turn your life into a Godly direction! The life that you have is here for a brief moment… Please accept God’s love and his precious atonement! By Jim Pemberton


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Death, Has Lived

Death,

Death to the soul,

Till Death do us part,

In Death we are whole.

Life,

Lively and spry,

Living a dream,

Life is my high.

Love,

Hearts Love and Hearts break,

Always together,

Always in faith,

Dream,

Reach for the stars,

You can jump to the moon,

You can stride across mars,

Death,

Death to the soul,

Live, Love, and Dream,

For death makes us whole.


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Pain Sustains Eternally

Once, I entered insanity with nothing and walked away with something can only be explained as knowing everything is perception nothing is real just the really fake and the only power is in that which you create something from nothing a simple knowing no one ever knew me except for what they accepted from everything but the source for I am eternal a nothing existence in an invisible sun everything dead that it touches Your all just figments of my imagination and this whole wide world a small part of my creation just for entertainment I gave you pleasure never could measure any ounce of belief because the image only ever existed as a small internal knowing I knew it was there I know I existed while your living only through my cancerous cells Words hurt, and pain kills too many problems two little pills no more sorrow it serves no use no one cares when they feel abuse words build into a sentence as many lines lead me to finish a guilty closure, a salty sweet that can't maintain as words to be I close my eyes, to nod away the pain sustains, eternally.


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Father forgive them

I came to set the captives free 
I gave them a chance to see me
But they got it wrong, didn’t hear
The wonderful truth I came to share
Father forgive them they know not what they do

I tried to tell them the truth about love
But they shut their ears and walked away
Afraid of what this love would entail.
So they set out a plan to bring me down
Father forgive they know not what they do.

When Judas came with massed arms troupes
And on my face he placed his kiss.
They took me away and put me on trial.
They mocked me and beat me and said I must die
Father forgive them they know not what they do

When they led me away to the hill of death
And stuck cruel nails in my hands and feet
When they lifted my cross high in the sky
And jeered and taunted the king of the Jews
Father forgive them they know not what they do

As my hour draws near and darkness descends
The man next to me speaks his final plea
You are the son of God and when you’re in heaven
Please Lord please remember me
Father forgive them for they know not what they do

The sky grew darker and the pain increases
I now will take the whole sin of the world
This weight it engulfs me like a cloak.
My father’s eyes in sorrows turn away
And all I can say is father forgive them

The story of Easter is very well known 
And we marvel at Jesus for the words that he said
BUT WHAT WILL YOU DO NOW IT’S OVER AND DONE
How will you respond to this wonderful love?


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A Second Chance

Eyes closing
Hope all gone
Locked Inside. . .
The darkness zone.

Fear is coming
Like a plague
I'm becoming
It's miserable slave.

I try to break free
From the chains.
It wont work
I'm becoming insane.

Nothing helps me
Words are lost
No one can carry
My heavy cross.

Then I feel
A searing pain
Suddenly...
I can see again.

Why oh why!
Am I still alive
When all I wanted
Was just to die?

. . . . . . .


It turns out, it's been seven days
From the time that I took my life.
If I was in doubt of my careless ways,
The reality has filled me with strife.

Through that time of pointless pain
Why was I called to live?
I'd led my life off a ragged cliff
And I had so much to forgive. . .

Somehow during that long long week
My heart had carried on beating.
I realized it's not people I need help from
It's me... whom I have to stop cheating.




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The Mourning Phoenix, Josephine

The Aphotic semblance rises against her face
The king of shame reigns over all
Her Hallows are mine
We are the same, Josephine
Explain to me this sacrificial empathy
Josephine

"I'm living; the slowest way to die"
Hold on, my Josephine, everything you feel, is killing me
"I'm the lacunous lover, I must go to my ashened grave
In death I will lay, every word, every pain
I'm the victim, I can forgive
I can't go on - don't feel their wrath meant for me"

My name was meant for elegies
Not for the Wardens' acrimonies 
I can't look at a man without seeing a killer
I must go-
Not for the love of the death 
For the fear of life"

My Seraphic Josephine
Through the ashes you will claim victory 
Don't you say you must die
Elysia is in your grave
Through the ashes you will claim victory
My Seraphic Josephine
You are The Mourning Phoenix 


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Leave Them Rejoicing

Leave Them Rejoicing

I would share joy with God, if I had just one day to live.
I would spend my time: weeping, praying, writing, rejoicing.
Death's separation from loved ones saddens those left behind.
I would pray for their strength with my heart for them weeping.

Prayers to give hope, guidance, and for mistakes, forgiveness,
Introspective contemplations and then, I would write.
For each one I love, I would leave poetic wisdom.
I would write poems of comfort to help keep goals in sight.

And if perchance a contention unresolved remained, 
I would say do not worry; we would have worked it out.
Expressing everlasting love would not be cut short.
And my love for them, they would know without a doubt.

Because each soul near to me was by Heaven's choosing.
I would gather them around, and leave them rejoicing.

© July 29, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen


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The Unknown Poet n' the Lover with an Immortal Heart (Part 4)

You regret your foolish disclosure, as you confessed to be a cold hearted lover for she was 
lost of hope n’ sacrificed herself from this crest for her love for you consumed her totally, 
though her broken heart, in the care of the angels choir, now sings reforged in the fires of  
immortality…
You lived your life in the garments of a scar around your heart, covered in bark, thrombosed 
to the love of another, it now cries in virtue n’ chastity from the sentient tree that consumed 
your ashes n’ dust in the grave at the top of the crest by the sea…

I give to you Poet my blessing, so you can relinquish your guilt n’ pain of love’s abandoning 
from the bed of blame you made of your grave, for your quill is at peace till your 
homecoming into this world, my sweet poet come back to me…
For time was your crest from this day you have leapt, you are forgiven my love so rise, let 
go your purgatory n’ perhaps one day we will meet once again as your soul escapes the 
gravity of captivity, now owlish n’ wise let it fly to our destiny…

Though not a word is spoken in these moments of conjuration from a lover long gone in an 
age of castles n’ quests by the sea, it stormed all night n’ I remained by your grave side till 
sunrise n’ the flame in your eyes became the Immortal’s fire to reforge a tarnished heart, 
for your tortured soul now understands n’ through the flames your mind will follow…
Now I see the picture you have painted in the illusion of the rainbow n’ I sense the birth of 
humility n’ grace as the sun breaks through the storm clouds, for your poem of remorse 
finally rests n’ you my love are reborn with angel wings to ride mother earth’s breath…


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Waste Machine Part II

Sin plagues the land!
Where men cry out from false pulpits
That we can get :back to the Garden"
And mongrelize ourselves into
Some kind of World Man,
Sin plagues the land.

Where honest, decent fellows
Are dragged off to lose
The no-win wars, and
"righteous causes" become
Enmeshed in UN delegations
And rich senators for hire!

And lies roar out of the Gulf
 of Tonkin
Tseunami-like, wearing medals they explode
Into long rows of graves and long rows of steel
Emplanted upright still steaming from the
Cutter charges,
And sandbags sprout like locasts
In the streets of old Kuwait
And up to Tikrit's fortress,

While lies flow in the night
Back and forth from DC town
And From Tel Aviv to Tehran
And back again,
History writes its story
On the dust of our dead sons.
And the Court Historians make a movie of it.
We'll watch it just for fun.


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The Voyage of Us

The journey of Humanity is one of courage, it is of hope, it is of Acceptance.
It is of eyes peering in the horizon believing there is utopia behind it.

The journey of Humanity is one of struggle, of blood, of war, of Tears.
It is of the pursuit of Happiness, it is of Free-dom.

It is of Faith.


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The journey of  Humanity is one of travel, of adventure, of Curiousity.
It is of exploring new terrains, it is of Excitement.

The journey of Humanity is one of  rejuvenation, of Re-formation, of Re-birth. It is of re-production, of Refurbishment.

It is of Renaissance.


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The journey of Humanity is one of music, of beauty, of laughter, Sharing.
It of eating, it is of community, it is of smiles, it is of Hugs.

The journey of Humanity is one of dancing, of Competition.
It of service, it is of sub-mission. it is of Prayer

It is of our Universal Creator.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


The journey of Humanity is one of fare-wells, of tears, of Regrets.
It is of leaving, it is of good-byes, it is of Remorse.

The journey of Humanity is one all about making Love...
It is of potions, it is of oils, it is of nudity. It is of Endings.

It is of Beginnings.

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The journey of humanity is one of Conceptualization
It is of creating, it is of Visualization.

The journey of Humanity is one of Development
It is of  building-up, it is of Breaking-down

It is of taking Chances.

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But, most of all....

The journey of Humanity is one of.... LOVE.

Love for all things Good.

Love for all things Bad.

Love for all things Ugly.

And...

...a Love for all things DARK.



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Peace to all of Man-kind.
I ~ Am  ~ I


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The Golden Door

How long have I been searching?

I fear I will never find

what I have been looking for

deep inside my mind.

I feel it there hiding

behind that golden door,

waiting for my return

and to mend what I have tore.

Absentmindedness has stained my consciousness,

creating turmoil at every obstacle I face,

destroying what I worked for,

while silently putting you in it’s place.

I loathe what I have been searching for,

because it’s been gone for way to long.

I hope when I find what I’m searching for,

I can sing it’s free minded song.


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For 15 minutes.

I will put my half blood in a huge metal can.
Take it for chemical analysis.
So as to see my beliefs and my perception,
my vision and my aspirations.
Those i loved and others i hated.
With my other half i will paint in brick walls.
At the top,maby above all,
i will write these two words.
NO MORE
NO MORE
And then i will go to the store with aquariums.


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Poignant Inferences Of Our Indifferences

Fear conquers and guides them like sheep in a trance with their weak-willed existence only leaving nothing to chance defy and define this reality to your making I was born into blessing behold your creation Worship the free thinking for they think like God's weaving such narrow path so the sheep don't stray off seems that religion, in my opinion started off as an experiment until it's control was so spiritual it became a universal experience the only path ever laid out was to follow or burn close your eyes into religion, or open them, to learn My evolution was a revelation I could not foresee gave my all to be all me thus, escaping such dull sanity don't let the fear drive you away to become one little lost sheep thinking they know everything yet, follow so blindly A million billion stars await to see if I shall fade if that day becomes my fate I won't care what comes to be for I am free from your influence as you try and pull me down don't you know I laid at the bottom and escaped the worst of it somehow Whats the use of a follower or a leader to guide control telling them what they need to hear to feel less fear than before careful now not to fall asleep for it could be your death walking in the demonic trance right over a rocky cliff as you say your fighting for pretend beliefs with no realization left for yoursellf as if you were not even existing except to follow the thought trails of someone else.


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Torn

A bridge in maze through shift it gaze

Torn

From pillars being built in monuments to the sun;
A mouth to live yet viable led scorn,
In truth will learn as chivalry turn to worst;
Born under a bad sign in rudimentary fragmented parts...

Sheer brilliance led to essential eloquence,
Supernatural...
Torn,
I see a gate negate to climb

In distant fervor swept from behind
One in twain yet marked on its blotted page fully intact;
The deception lies in you amidst a shade of thorns,
Branded by ivy delusional thought provoking pitch,

A mind blinded lying headlong in a ditch...

In sunlight we gasp for air through pillars in illustrative thought
Torn between the world I know
Then to escape into the one I wish to go
A soul harvest to its plain;

The ghastly pitch lest I refrain again,

The light on the charitable offering still shines;
A tongue in cheek sublime rhyme,
Fought back its silence to numb its pain escape
A slide to cope in a favorable episode explode;
With no shelter to cry the outset of the fall
In silence its refusal of the slight of hand
To once again greet the average no it all
Fought back its silence to numb its pain once again
To shine in episodes of discipline within
Higher elements of discomfort & scorn
Torn

A bridge of light once again  to push away its pain within
A slope to cope a guard to wear;
Briars and silence amidst harlots with pain
The toll of lost lovers let lose in my brain
Torn
In episodes of anger
In the creative reply to things;
In destination of negate vile authority
Blinded by things that don't even please
Torn

~
Socialized wandering wizards in a heavy garb of compromise

Devastation in mass anhiliation the saga of paradise lost
Torn
With heads of state in vile treatment of hate
No sense to delegate or leave it up to fate!
~
Torn


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Dressed for death act one - the spinning plague doctors

Because of sin death enter in 																	Wearing dark wide brim with long blackened coat   														tucked behind crow faced with red evil eyes 															The apple of amber will not keep this doctor away															saw bones bearing a hatchet coming with sweet sachet in beak														for dwelling among the dead the living they should seek														sown in the mouth teaching for to kill and not to heal          													follies follow their wisdom dead flies of the apothecaries ointment 													 Prideful yet they know once to die then the appointment											         			false prophecies of their own making stink to sweet 														supposing double winding serpent would treat  														stenching gray amber the amulet of pomander															wand in hand resisting as Jannes and Jambers															lying healers foaming shame of whales vexed															holding sick at bay while death has its way															black to the shoes the wading death a plague                                                       										so called great men of the earth only deceive   															 taking honor from God with their sorceries                                                           										They to false gods have sown to woes their own                                                         				                               				as the Hippocratic oath they swore															climbing the back of the great whore															hardened hearts whence came the obstruction                                                                                                      						the spirit of egypt pillars of destruction    	                                                                                                                                                                  		Alas dying sinner there is a cure for death


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18

The light of dawn
How sweet it be
Waiting for mornings first light
The stripes of orange and gold
Drown out the retreating blue and silver
Driving away the night
Letting the day come at last
Then creatures of day
Come out to play
While some remorseful humans
Wish the day had never come
To cause them strife
To cause them pain
Wgen the night had comforted their sorrows
The mystery of their hearts known by darkness
No flesh and blood understands
What pain is to us
Only demons and spirits
Know our silences  cries
Taste the salt of our tears
See our scarred bodies
Feel the pain in our hearts
Hear the damned voiices in our head
Touch the cold blade against warm flesh
Forget the pain
Lose yourself to bloods ecstasy
The sight the feel
It becomes a want, a need
To be rid the pain within
But before we can extend the damage
Few find a someone
Special to our weary hearts
They make us feel wanted
Something never felt before
And very few of us find that little thing called love
Something few of us acheive
Our feelings of death come no more
As we sit in lovers arms
Feel the warmth reside within
Fluttering heart and pulsing beat
Of his and mine
What sweet harmony


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BORN TO DIE


From our mothers womb
came we to this life
live three score and ten
experience joy and strife

Life’s end will come
our body will work no more
then death is our ultimate
our closure of life’s door

God’s book tells of judgement
asking us for our say
if take or reject his love offer
will be our word on that day

So born to die are we
in this life that’s me
born to die is God’s son
to make God’s salvation done


poetgord


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I See Him Dying

I see Him dying
for me, atoning for my sins;
I'm deeply thankful


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The Unknown Poet n' the Lover with an Immortal Heart (Part 1)

On a windswept hill crest by the sea there is a lonely ancient sentient tree that seems so 
figuratively familiar to me, I wonder why this can be n’ who my heart longs for when
I’m here n’ why love gives no guarantee…
Though I visit here frequently, today I was summoned, beckoned by the branches of this 
solitary tree swaying in the breeze, to this charming yet purgatorial space...

I knelt down upon this strange magical place n' was carried away as my fingers traced an 
owl’s feather to my face n’ wondered why I loved n’ despised this fateful place…
My body shivered, internally tingling n’ with grace, some kind of enlightened knowing I could 
not erase n' like the sentient tree that cradles you within, I sensed your ethereal embrace…

Silence ends where you begin, I heard the likes of Aeolian sing “Oh my Immortal”  n’ your 
poetic voice disturbed the chaos in the winds of my mind n’ there within returned the 
memory of your handsome androgynous face…
I said… “Come let my hands play upon your skin” n with my thoughts gathering to replay a 
scene across time of broken hearts n’ love’s abandoning reflected in the fire of your eyes n’ 
a touch of a feather upon my face…

I’ll never know your name or how many tears were cried in the oceanic depths of your 
pleasure n’ pain, though the salt I can taste in the tempest of this darkening day as the wind 
heralds your scent n’ presence unto me…
I’ll never know all who walked hand in hand here before me or where each discarded shell 
has been as the seasons flew away, yet I now know why a thousand Halloweens were  your 
destiny n’ you summoned me to transcend my mortality n’ the meaning of silent words at 
play this day…

Our ancient bodies lay together here beyond mortal touch, though in my present existence I 
no longer recall our names, they are lost in my many lifetimes yet kept in the Goddess’s 
providence…
Though no longer you feel my touch or pleasure n’ pain I'll plant a flower as a blessing on 
top of our grave, above the waves, where your soul is a slave to this sentient tree cradling 
your ashes n’ bones returned to dust…


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Lost Love

The words of a heart felt letter "I love you I didn’t do it", fading into ashes.
The flames of the hostile words "I know you did it, admit it slut" devouring and edging the pain.
I stand, broken in shattered bits, my heart washed away by the rain.
Words of love actions of hate, "Drew don’t you see that it clashes?"
It is done it is over, turn by turn a wave of relief then despair over me crashes.
Mine, yours, ours, words of love, amore’ it is now my bane.
This heart of mine traveling a one way street in reverse, in the wrong lane.
Togetherness taken for granted in its death throes our relationship thrashes.
The wrath within loosed on a dying soul.
Eternity of blackness snuffs out loves last flicker.
This barrage is not you speaking but the words of your mistress Meth.
Venom of anger and distrust conjured by your other love has taken its toll.
Seething eyes burn me, his stinging tongue whips me with one last snicker.
My affection crumpled my heart empty, descending, and falling, fading, death.
                                                                                               
                                                                                                           Summer Gratias


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Choice

Choice is...real
...unreal, unwanted
Choice does not let you choose,
or make decisions, choice forces you
to decide.
Yet, deciding really offers you no choice 
of all the options.
Choice offends your decisions.
Just as decisions mock your choices.
So choose wisely.


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Diary Of An SS Man

They tell us to be fanatical at all cost even if it means all of German life will be 
lost, i look back on the early days when the talk of war was still a haze believe 
they said always believe in the fuhrer he commands we follow now it seems 
those words were hollow.

Now I sit here facing death with great sorrow I guess it's my fault I signed my life 
over to the SS with out a thought but we were the master race the very best 
Hitler's SS with his will we were blessed. What went wrong national socialism was 
so very strong Himmler would say to us only in nazism and the Nazi SS would 
fortune give us freedom or should I not blame my self or the nazis but the 
common enemy international Jewry, which I guess is now were I make my death 
bed the Reich is in ruin the fuhrer is dead the symbol of the SS our figure head 
chose to abandon us instead.

I guess there is nothing left but I'll be damned if I fight till the death no longer will I 
blame another now I'll try and return home and find my mother and little brother
god willing they survived  this holocaust of lies. Speaking of holocaust yes it true
the nightmare the Jews encountered was because of us the SS it was the fuhrers 
will and some consider it a thrill the rest of us found it extremely ill to kill innocent 
folk but they were Jews.

I guess I don't have to explain it to you I felt compelled to write this poem in 
hopes that one day the world will see we weren't all sadist just brainwashed by 
the promise of paradise to any one would sound nice. It's over any way nazism is 
gone washed away I stand here before you a simple man who got caught up in a 
awful murderous plan man's darkest hour that gave him so much power.

Cole Hodson
copyright (C) 2006


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Was Evil Created by God...?

Challenged with this university question,
One researched Truth's 'whole confession.'

How many, to such a question, might dare say yes;
If God created evil then He is evil, one might guess.

But, then, one student did profoundly asked:
"Tell me professor, does cold exist to last...?"

The professor replied, "Of course it exists."
What was this brassy student's logic, or gist?

Amazingly, the bold student retorted, "That's not true."
"With laws of physics, cold is the absence of heat (for you)."

All can succumb to a proven study, as energy will transmit.
Cold does not exist; the word only describes how we feel, to fit. 

The calm student continued, "Sir, does darkness exist?"
The confident professor retorted, "Of course it does."

The student replied, "Again, Sir, that's not right;
Darkness is actually the absence of the Light."

Newton 's prism is used to break light into colours of aura.
Wavelengths cannot measure an unilluminated area.

The light's ray can break a world of darkness, illuminating it.
Darkness is termed to describe the absence of light, present.

Finally the youth asked, "Sir, does evil exist?"
A bit unsure the man said, "Of course (not wanting to resist)."

At last the youth replied, "Evil does not exist Sir (neath God's rod)."
Evil does not exist 'unto itself,' it is simply the absence of God." 

"God did not create evil, He created beings with free-choice."
The youth was Albert Einstein; I am 'only relating his voice.'


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How Do I Let You Go

What will be
Will be!
I know of this, first hand
Your life was taken away
So abruptly!
I will 
Never forget
That day!
Till the day 
My body dies
And
I am with you, again!

“How was I to prepare myself?”
With 
That kind of 
Life changing, event!
You 
Didn't warn me 
You
Were permanently leaving!
I hope 
You know 
How much “I love you”
Know
You will never be forgotten!

I don’t know 
What 
Has got into me!
Consciously
I feel you
Inside me
I see images
Of your face 
So clearly!
Am I crazy 
To believe in this, my love?

“Are you still with me?”
“Is my imagination 
Playing cruel tricks
Running rampant
As
I talk with you
As if 
You were by my side, right now

In my heart and mind
Your face etched
Imprinted
Like a blue print
That never fades
Your foot prints 
Still remain, beside me
My heart beats
Eternally
Trying to make sense of everything!

Forgive me, my love
For being so strong in my feeling
For it has been a long time
Since I lost you, my friend
Something 
I haven’t
Quite
Got over!

My heart 
Having 
A mind of its own
Aching 
To be with you, still!
To see you
To smell you
To touch you
To taste you
One
Last time!

I want to say “Goodbye” 
Once and for all!
As 
We have
Brought out
The best and worst 
In each other
Rivers run deep
When it comes to you and me!

We have had our fair share of fights and arguments
Stubborn disagreements
All of them
Meaningless
Now
You cease to exist!

I miss your lingering touches
Your hand, stroking my face
Your big, blue eyes
Looking into mine
Your warm lips
Your rough, unshaven face 
The way you
Passionately
Kiss me
While
We make love, till dawn

I miss
All those nights
You kept me 
Safe and warm!
I miss
Your
Loving embrace
I miss
Your
Reassurance!
“Am I ever going to feel the same, with another?”
Just
As 
I felt
In your arms, my love?

How
Do I let you go?
How
Do I set myself, free?
I am ready
To love, again!
With 
‘Our eternal love’
Supporting
And 
Guiding me
Especially
In times, like these!


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Confessions of love

         Confessions of  Love


As a nation in mourning,prepares for the war,
A way of life is changing,it can't be like before.
People feel sorrow,for all that has died,
Thousands of people dead,thousands of tears cried.
I listen to stories,as the visions are still fresh in my head.
Confessions of love,were the last words said..........
One brief second,to say goodbye,
Then the next moment,the people just died.
The dying words of many,was to say I love you.
To comfort their loved ones,when they could see it was through.
I think of those phone calls,the final goodbyes,
As a nation vows vengence,for all that has died.
Monuments of progress,lie in ruins on the ground,
As they sift through the wreakage,the bodies are found.
I think what was,and what's up ahead,
I try to understand,just too many dead.
As the leaders plan,their coarse of attack,
A sorrow starts to grow,there's no turning back.
I think of those last words,a phone call back home,
Then the spirits were extinquished,the loved one's left alone.
People light candles,hope for the best?
What happens next,is anyone's guess........
The mighty fortress of civilization,is now rubble on the ground,
More people dead,more bodies found........
The bell starts to toll,as the death toll grows higher,
Yet their dying words,were those of desire.
To try to comfort the upcoming loss,
Confessions of love,by the souls that were lost.
I think of what happened,it's just stuck in my mind,
I wonder of the future and cry for mankind.
When will all of this destruction just end?
I see it become perpetual,with intentions we send.
The acts must be punished,but when will it stop?
Then confessions of love,just rise to the top.................


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VOWS

I SEE THE WAY I FEEL INSIDE,
LOCKED AWAY BEHIND ALL MY LIES.
I HEAR THE WORDS BEHIND MY 
BACK, TRUTHFULLY IT'S ACOUSTICALLY
SAD.
WHEN THE CHORDS ARE PLAYED,
THERE'S A MELODIC HAUNTING IN MY MIND!
LOST INSIDE; THE ENDEAVOR IS BLIND.
STAR-GAZING BRINGS THE TUNES TO A 
HIGH, PEOPLE WATCHING TAKES ME TO A 
LOW.
BOXED IN THE WAY I FEEL;
MY PANIC BECOMES MANIC, I JUST
NEED A WAY TO DEAL.
STRAWBERRY GASHES IN PEACH-COLORED
FIELDS, HELPS TO DEFINE HOW IT IS 
AND WHAT I TRULY FEEL.
FORGIVENESS SOUNDS GOUND, BUT 
I KNOW I WON'T FORGET. JUST
LIKE A GREAT POEM OR SONNET THESE
SCARS ARE MY COMMITTMENT.
SO AS I SHALL FADE TO NOTHINGNESS 
NOW; I GIVE YOU THESE WORDS TO
CHERISH - DEATH BECOMES MY WEDDING VOW.


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Never got to say goodbye

Screaming in my head not able to hear nothing else.
the screaming is Me saying come back so I can say goodbye.
but the screaming goes unnoticed due to only me hearing them.
  I wish I could have you one last time to say one last goodbye.
Before you go but your already gone, never even got to say goodbye.
Maybe one day soon I will get to say goodbye and hello, as I will be dead 
to with no regrets.
the screaming in my head goes silent as I finally get to say goodbye forevevr.
 the screaming in my head is because I never got to say goodbye.


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THE HANGMAN

The pay is good. The world's abrim
With men in need of dying.
Though being shunned confounds him
Some, he's past the point of trying.

Unwelcome in their church, he prays
Alone for his deliverance,
But can't recall the magic phrase
To jimmy open God's forgiveness.

He looks sidelong at all their locks,
the doors he may not enter.
And ponders hard the paradox
Of circles with no center.

The citizens avert their eyes
From him at obtuse angles.
Preserving thus in their surmise
Safe distance from the throats he strangles.

He feels no need to hide his face.
He does the work as bidden.
Yet yearns to feel the touch of grace,
Which seems perversely hidden.

The man sleeps heavy on his farm.
He's valiant in a world unkempt,
Where every breed of villain swarms.
The hangman dreams his hands are hemp.


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Child of Woe

Oh child of woe indeed - darker than the night,

What will it take for you to finally see the light?

The sacrifice was made - nailed to a rugged tree,

Thorns that pierced His brow, as He bled for you and me.


When tears have dimmed the eyes and your heart is rent in two,

You’ve wandered from the path and doubt what you should do,

The Redeemer’s name is JESUS, SON OF GOD above,

He feels your every sorrow and covers them in love!


Gray days will come to be when Satan steals your dreams,

And people you have trusted were not as they did seem,

Remember, there is JESUS, the one and faithful friend,

He will stand beside you always - until the very end!


So believe within your heart and ask the Savior in,

Trusting he will forgive you of each and every sin!

The child of woe will die, a child of grace will find life,

For there is no other way- but the SAVIOR JESUS CHRIST!


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The Cold Red bud

Sent to his on tree in truth and fabled firewood topped
so if you sow with the liar you will lose your crop
Thoughts of the tree of the forest pensively accursed
a story likened to that is written in true verse
Red bud with pinkish betraying lips
in those same hours like blood drips
for those in the field of iniquity He loved to the end
The purer meets the lips of an unfaithful friend
a hardy stake to fall upon with this kiss not counting the cost
while stealing a kiss this fruitless one to perdition lost
The money will not save within his bag the silver cold
rolling coins bought for a price foretold
so full of darkness to say it was I
It is finished the Fruitful Tree cried
Poisoned by greed and the enemy
growing in the field of blood it is called the Judas tree
- by john beam -The Eastern Redbud known to Cherokees as Da-yi-go-gi or Liar. It is called this because it is the first tree to bloom in the spring often before the last heavy frost. If the farmer planted based on the Liar, the tender crops would be lost." David Cornsilk, Cherokee historian and activist


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TY'D UP IN KNOTS

LONLINESS IS BEAUTIFUL;
BEAUTIFUL IS A DISASTER.
FAITH IS LOST...GONE AND FORGOTTEN.
YOU ARE THE EAR'S OPEN FOR MY RANTS.
ARMS WRAPPED AROUND ME.
TRUST GIVEN NEVER TAKEN.
WILL YOU UNTY'E THESE CHAINS 
WITH HOPE.
FORSAKEN AND CRUSHED.
TY'ED UP IN KNOTS.
DIFFERENCES PULL US;
SIMILARITIES BIND US.
IN A SEA OF RAGE, YOU WILL
CALM ME.
LIKE A CONFIDANT, MY SECRETS
YOU'LL NEVER BETRAY.
THE LINES ARE COMING LOOSE!
UNDONE BY STEADFAST HANDS.
THE WORDS WE SPEAK ENCOMPASS 
EVERYTHING.
FOR LIFE AND BEYOND.
NO ONE SEE'S, THE KNOTS ARE 
FINALLY GONE!
UNDONE, UNTY'D...AT LAST THERE'S PEACE!
THANK YOU MY FRIEND FOR HELPING
ME COME UNTY'D FROM THE KNOTS.


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Apart From Me







Somber silly little Setter, English; painting trapped himself in the side yard whimpering, howling away wildly. 


Sunscreen-on, moseying on over, in His tenderness He offers a helping hand. Hot Summers cool vapors the blessings found  here, there to and fro leaning midst the still lulling; gentle calling of the Rains. 


Yes the Grace of God, in His joy humming, arriving just in time, and so is Patience the greater venture I suppose the eminent virtue. 


His Love always; Honest, Open... Willing already beholden... . Far beyond the wreck I make for myself and others... chains stretched bounded securing me yes, my freedom in kind stripped away from me given in the effort this provisional very prominence preceding me when in denial of these facts.     







Details | I do not know? | |

Abortion poem

Tears running down her 
saddened face
Closing the door, quickly 
looking behind
Wondering why she walked into 
this place
Does anyone know what she 
just did?

A messed up life, brought on by 
abuse
Needing help, but where?
Searching for love and only 
getting used
Waking up one day, a new life 
growing inside her

Confusion clouded by doubt 
and fear
What should she do right now?
Fearing rejection and 
judgement from others 
Walking into the clinic, it would 
be ok somehow

As soon as the procedure was 
over
Tears of regret flowed down her 
face
The heart beat of a life once 
alive
Disappeared, gone without a 
trace 

A voice that would never utter 
a word
A powerful silence for the 
unborn
Quickly ushered in the arms of 
The Lord
Precious life, never to return 
again 

If you are carrying all this guilt 
inside of you
Please know that the Savior 
sent His Son to die 
He took your sins and all mine 
too
Died a cruel death, because He 
loves you!

We need to turn from all our sin
Put our faith in the holy Lamb 
of God
Don't carry all your guilt within
There's hope and forgiveness 
through the Son


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LOST down a Dark path

Years i felt it, there was know way out of the abiss, no point in giving a shout, who would hear it and who would care? so alone in the world just as if it was bare. 

My cries went un heard, no comfort i felt, alone to dwell with the cards i had been dealt, 
years of waiting with dark thoughts in my head, untill the same dark path led me to the light instead. 

The feeling of comfort knowing i was saved, my problem was someone elses i could be knowones slave, i thank GOD for saving me from that dark lonely time, knowone else could of reached me, not even myown mind. 

Now i walk in the light never to be alone an i seek to help others in the same way i was shown, so go in peace my brothers and sisters and hold your head high! 
. . never forget in times of hardship GODS right by your side.


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Bonds

I was raised      in a prison of darkness
along walls of cement      have I groped
the hearts here      deep scarred and callous
no dreams of a child       had I hoped
 
Starved             for affection and famished
though surrounded by people           alone
sixty four rooms       I could roam in
but that place               was never a home
 
Just one more workhouse            to live in
my duties                   to serve and to clean
no pay                 for the labor was given
I was here to work         and be not seen
 
I could go days            with seeing no parents
went to school        and to work            and to bed
my breakfast                 was in my room coffee
the feral cat           entertained in the shed
 
This building                   has so many toilets
even the master                   one I must clean
I drop like a stone             in my bed at night
I sleep so deeply      to dead to dream
 
Though I live now this place            with my father
it's no different             than with strangers I slept
they too              used me like a work horse
their houses the places               I kept
 
Somewhere was lost to me             childhood
not a human            soul I could trust
I do not know love              it is fiction
as into this life        I was thrust
 
There were times       I wished mother successful
where in the peace            of death I would sleep
the pain of knowing                       I'm unwanted
was to much        for this child to keep
 
I suppose it's                this very reason
I recognize             the true face of Love
the nigh hundred people               I lived with
qualify not of that place         to be of
 
I've been exposed to violence              on children
and all their secrets           I can confide
recognize the damage                it does you
and those who these secrets           do hide
 
It is easy to remain lost here
where no true tracks            be seen on your road
where life             has not direction or guidance
and one is broken           by the weight of its load
 
But there are so many rooms           in this prison
and each every one          has its own trap
the master of death                 who has forged them
place these obstacles     in every path
 
So while your searching           for life and its answers
the only one worthy            to steadfastly teach
should exist       every day in your dealings
and your connections             from greatest to least
 
I'll not care about          the labor I give you
as long as love            my load is light
we will share         in living together
in our unity       we can delight
 
I learned               to take care of your body
but it takes two            for the care of the soul
I could live alone here             without you
but it's the sharing         that makes us whole...
 

COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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The death rattle of Jackson Haley

His heart gave a leap of joy,
scrambling up over a wall of memories,
as the leaves quivered in front of him.
On Monday the children were playing at soldiers.
On Tuesday he was playing fast and loose with a girl's affections.
I forgot to give childhood to him and the coat sit badly across the shoulders.
A heart overflowing with gratitude,he was a good man,
came of a good family.
Thinking of grievous loss and bewailing, Jack Haley woke up.
Gale force winds and the boat of souls tossed about on the stormy sea,
a joke and a racking headache of a thousand why.
Silence reigned everywhere at 6.30 in the morning.
He is a law unto himself now as 5 dollars in his pocket suddenly
disappeared.
He never sold himself to the enemy and lights turned on.

He looked at his son with pride,fingered the tie of reputation,
stammered out a few words and then stopped.
Just stopped.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Untitled

Confusion feeds like a savage inside her, Leaving nothing considered worthy remains. Destined to walk through life less ordinary Alone, exiled, different and disdained. Never completely revealing anything to anyone Feelings of invisible chains corner her When she dreams, reality shatters before her very eyes Accomplishments she strives for just at hands grasp At times the glimmer in her calm eyes slowly disappears But within her heart a silent flame This is madness, she thinks in plaintive cry. I'm here, on the cusp, of lay down and die. But yet you continue clinging to what is left over, your depression grows deeper, Pulling you apart at the seams, Causing you to unravel and fall to you knees, "How much worse can it be? " The body - The mind controls and manipulates. As the poison enters the veins and circulates. Cold dark thoughts of suicide Why don't I do it tonight? No matter how heavy my heart, Or how dark the moment may be. There’s only me.


Details | Free verse | |

The inside

I never hate anyone
Never have. Never will
Never wanted to. Never want to.

I may not like the things you do
but you are you.
You are UNIQUE.

i feel pain so deep
that i want to scream
but as many times
as you may have ripped
my heart straight from my chest...
a PART of me...
will ALWAYS love you.

so as i say goodbye 
i know inside that it hurts
me more than it will
ever hurt you


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The Passion

The passion,
A struggle for the inner soul,
A yearning for a relationship,
Showing only tender affection,
Forgives the abomination of our scorn,
And takes our taste of hell,
For a life to cherish,
In an attempt to save,
Which too often only causes bamboozle,
But when accepted,
The crown of thorns bursts into bloom,
And the flame never dies.


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Seem Not To Even Care

Its not like I asked for this
It’s something else besides
But knowing there is no way out
Just tears me up inside.
It’s like suffocation
Like drowning on dry land
Impossible, not really
On my knees for I cannot stand
You make promises and break them all
Crush them into dust
Moving on isn’t helping
To just leave things in the past
Burnt down to ashes, black and cold
Another day goes by
Another day in which I mean naught
Left on low, not on high
I do not beg for this torture
To be left out on my own
But you make it seem like that’s what I want
And again I’m left alone
One day you’ll pay the price for this
And regret it everyday
You deserved it for what you’ve done
And that’s all I have to say
You make is sound like it hurts you more
That you’re the victim here
Truth is you stand by and watch me cry
And seem not to even care
 


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Jesus Died for Everyone

Jesus Died For Everyone! Jesus died on the cross for you me! So we can be with him throughout eternity. His life for ours… A ransom was paid IN FULL! Through his shed blood, we’re made whole! Upon his head were placed the crown of thorns. Enduring so much ridicule and scorn. The blood from his body as it began to flow. His love for mankind clearly showed! Nails were placed through his feet and hands! The pain he went through, is hard to understand. His life for ours, is what he gave! A way to eternal life, in heaven, has been made! By Jim Pemberton


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Whispered Silence

I yell, but you respond not
I cry, but my tears do not spill
I fear that I might be left here to wrought
Now the dark cold is the only thing I feel

I reach to grasp your hand
But my movement is slow
My memories of you slide out of my mind like sand
But still around me, the darkness grows

Finally feeling to just give in
Your image appeared out of the dark violence
You looked upon me with a miraculous grin
You took my hand in yours, finally I have been
Freed from a whispered silence....


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THE MILLIPEDE THAT BLED

I really didn’t mean to
Btu I stepped on the young millipede
That lay in the path
Of my foot
I hadn’t seen it
I just heard the crunch
Then felt the wetness
On my foot 
When the damage was done

I cringed
Disgusted
And jumped 
Expecting its insides
To be splashed
All over 
My beige carpet

Then I saw some red

My heart shrank
In horror
At myself

I didn’t know
Millipedes could bleed 

I stared for longer
Maybe in disbelief
Or in the hope that
It would curl
Then crawl away
Seemingly merely bruised

I watched
It writhed
It curled its head
The way I curl my toes 
When I feel great pain

My heart shrank
My skin crawling a little
Thinking
I should kill it 
Fast
And cut off its pain
But I could not bring myself
To further hurt
 Millipede that was now still

I took a piece of rigid paper
And picked it up
It stirred a little
And so did my hopes
Then it stilled
Completely
Like I did
A minute later
Realizing what I’d done
And feeling cruel for it

I threw it outside
On the garden outside
Perhaps it would awaken

This I know is a dream
Reality is 
It is dead
Because I stepped on it

Where was it going?
Do millipedes have families?
Do they have lovers?
They go back to
To stay with
And make love
And get baby millipedes

There is still a patch of red
On my carpet
Where the millipede bled
And I feel like crap
As though
Someone strangled my pet cat


And I wonder
How do they feel?
Those who kill other humans
Do they remember?
Do they have a patch of red?
To remind them
Something bled?

I am sorry millipede
Next time I shall try
To watch where I tread 






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nursing home blues

Nursing Home Blues 

I sent mother to a nursing home, she didn´t want
 to go but I ignored her wishes, we often do that 
when concerning old people, we say it is for their 
own good, but the truth is I didn´t know what  
else to do. Mother became quite rebellious they 
called me from the home she was throwing food 
about and demanded, when she evacuated, that
an assistant come and dry her bum.

Wanted to go home, there was no home she had 
lived in a rented flat and someone else lived there. 
When she knew she she felt betrayed, her silence 
was damning. She stopped eating, gaunt, a skeleton 
before death came as a relief. Now that I´m old too 
families telling me I should not ride on my scooter 
in case I might fall off…like should I care.  


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Unrequited love

It was a cold winter’s eve,
     The stars had been scattered across the night. 
          I lay there, for I had tried to take my life….
      The crimson against the snow glistened like liquid ruby
As the… 
   World …
      Began… 
    To… 
  Spin…

Closing my eyes, I heard your footsteps in the snow.
  You pulled me to my feet and wiped away my tears.
      But I could not look at you, for 
         Although my voice cries for redemption,
      My soul begs for deliverance,
And as you swore I’d be okay, 
The sight of my blood in the snow
   PROVED…
      YOU… 
   WRONG…
You saw me the other day, broken on the floor,
My wrists slit, choking as I begged the Lord to let me go…
You stood there and watched me, waiting for me to pick myself up.
I did.
  Slowly, I seemed to recover as you held out a hand.
     I took it.
        Never again…
For since you put the water to my lips, I swear you gave me sweet poison,
Then you gave me a rose. 
   A black one.
       “To give you courage,” you whispered in my ear as I held onto you for sweet life.
BUT LIFE’S NOT SO SWEET, BE WARNED!
 You sweep the hair from my face as the icy wind blew harshly on my skin.
You smile at me, but again, the 
        World …
      Began… 
    To… 
  Spin…
You let me fall to the cold ground, 
  I gasp as the pain shot through my wrists,
My cold, dark blood began to curdle to ice.
  I began to cry as you knelt beside me.
You took my dying head in your hands and kissed me. 
   “I love you.” I choked.
You smiled cruelly and lay my head in the snow and throw the rose onto my chest.
    “Fare ye well.”
I reached out my hand as your blurred shadow walked away. 
I called out your name, but you walked on. 
I got to my knees and crawled three steps, 
   But….
….I collapsed 
         In the snow,
      The ice hit me hard.
    Darkness, 
Then-

 


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Departure

  This hurts to much i start to cry my life seems so help less 
you cant even imagine what i have been through i cry almost every 
every night my heart achs so much just take the knife and cut my 
wrists make the pain all go away.

   you dont understand i was raped once and it hurt like hell i had
no support once so ever and i was used twice just please i ask you 
take that knife and take my life i cant bear to see another day.


it hurts like hell telling you the truth i cant belive that i am still 
here but the only reason i stick around is cause i found my one true love 
that makes my heart fell all better again, he loves me so much he would 
kill for me i dont understand i love him so much but some reason i always 
end up hurting him in away thati thought was not possible.


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Till the end of time

I forgot when it stopped being about me, but these people living in misery.
I'm a man to myself and this is everyone's victory.
Id give this breathe, for your breathe to be understood even if its misunderstood.
Can you see that under this bronx fog and are u feeling relived and good?

Its nothing, compared to the 3rd thought in this movie.
Whats money or everyday,
when I'm sad my sister is living that way?

Ill be praised by taking these thoughts a way.
Ill feel something more than peace. Its nothing that's there to stay.
Neither will you, since i wont be here to explain.I need more of you and not the old blue.

Ill give my breathe for you to never feel hate again, but love till its no longer a breathe but a man or women. Just smile at me because i Aint mad at cha.


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Teenaged Cancer

Sometimes I feel, 
that life is not real.

Sometimes I feel so fake,
like I could use a stake,
to hurt myself but I won't.

Sometimes I feel so happy,
but feel so flappy,
My lips are chappy.

As I turned away i looked in the mirror,
I seen no hair, in the hospital sitting by,
me is my mom.

I started to cry,
Oh how i couldn't try to eat,
I didnt know what was going on,
A doctor comes in and tells me how it was going to happen,
All of a sudden i close my eyes,
and i have seen heaven.

God has still not answered my question,
for there i knew i have got to heaven.
THere sat a gold chair,
with a man sitting in it,
For that man who died for me so i could be free from my teenaged cancer.


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LENIENT AND IMMORAL SOCIETY

It's the unfair society:
from lenient judges
to corrupt attorneys
and with some bad cops
who claim that their motto is:
" To serve and protect "
Oh, no don't tell me that I am crazy: I don't trust the Law!
It's an insult to society or to the ones who wrote it!
Oh, don't tell me that murderous thoughts 
don't double-cross me to want to toss those offenders
into the slammer where they really belong!
I should be on that bench and give sentences
without showing sympathy or forgiveness!
One guy who had a bag of weed
was released the next day...
because it was his first offense!
It's foolishness...there were
two minors in that car:
wasn't it the fault of a lenient judge? 
Hookers, so-called Ladies of the Night
are more protected than the ordinary citizens,
some  wacko sees them as worthless beings
and kills them dumping them in marshes...
I am saddened by such murders, 
but they don't lead a clean life!
Oh, don't tell that God doesn't have murderous thoughts like me!
But when some of one of them tap on your window, as you wait 
for the red light to turn green, solicits sex for money...wouldn't 
anybody have a murderous thought and give them a nasty look?
Oh, don't tell me that sex doesn't sell everywhere!
It's so disgusting to see ads with semi-nude models
advertizing for the big companies: it's the buck, not the morality!
And worse than that some guys watch porn as they drive!
O society so filthy and shameless, you have become so immoral,
putting away the Commandments that Moses God carved with fire! 
It's wrong to hate a brother or sister,
and seek revenge with either curses or bad deeds...
slandering is not humane and compassionate;
if he or she did something wrong...show love,
don't have murderous thoughts! The hatred
makes the gun go off quickly and the knife cut very deep! 
So goes for your neighbors, love them
as you would love your own and by spreading kindness:
darkness will be replaced by light,
and hate, ignorance and avarice by love!



Written by Andrew Crisci
for Susan Burch's contest,
" Getting Away With Murder/Murderous Thoughts "


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Fear

Wide eyes
Panic
lips hovering right below a scream
hair pulled into a fist
mouth covered
panicked eyes
wide
heart rattling
fear


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Red Rose

Give me a red rose,
fill each petal with your love.
Allow the tenderness of your eyes
to peruse the pastel approvingly.

Give me a red rose,
as deep and passionate in colour as can be found.
Let it run across my cheek,
falling with your hand like a star.

Give me a red rose,
straight from the garden in your soul.
Nurtured with the light of your eyes,
the beats of your heart.

Give me a red rose,
that depicts the passing hours in your arms.
Not as a blase' depiction of love.
It is a metaphor. It is the blossoming of beauty.

Give me a red rose,
leave the thorns attached.
Don't avoid the cuts and pain - they will heal
letting the stem hold tighter to the smile.

Give me a red rose,
I'll give you eternity. A speckled sparkle
in a raindrop that clings to the colour.
A moment that lives for eternity,  beyond the vessel.


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The Dance

Swaying. I'm dreaming. Sinking. I'm dying. Freefalling. Angels sing a beautiful melody. Hallelujia, oh hallelujia. The light shines on me, enchanting. It's holy, it's holy. I'm spinning, my dress all around, and he's twirling me, my hair falling down. Now as he pulls me close, I see his kind face, I know I am secure, I know I am safe. My best friend Jesus, I smile at him. Oh, dancing with Jesus... I am alive again. My heart is pounding deep within my chest. Dancing with in my eyes ceases to exist. I am not alone. Blinded no longer is the truth hidden inside. And we're swaying. The angels singing. Hallelujia, oh hallelujia. I'm spinning, my dress all around, and he's twirling me, my hair falling down. Now as he pulls me close, I see his kind face, I know I am secure, I know I am safe. My best friend Jesus, I smile at him. Oh, dancing with Jesus... I am alive again. On golden streets we dance to the harp, he's holding me close. Silver is the moon, blue are the stars. I fall awestruck to my knees, swimming through splashing amber seas of innocence. The steps of the dance, guided by his gentle hand. I am at rest, I am at peace, folded in the glory of my coming. The spitting fire engulfing me. I'm spinning, my dress all around, and he's twirling me, my hair falling down. Now as he pulls me close, I see his kind face, I know I am secure, I know I am safe. My best friend Jesus, I smile at him. Oh, dancing with Jesus... I am alive again. I'm spinning, my dress all around, and he's twirling me, my hair falling down. Now as he pulls me close, I see his kind face, I know I am secure, I know I am safe. My best friend Jesus, I smile at him. Oh, dancing with Jesus... I am alive again. I'm dancing with Jesus... In Heaven with Jesus... I am alive again. I am alive again...


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Imagine

If all the things I have right now were taken away and I had nothing left I would fantasize about nature and how beautiful it is. I would imagine that I was swinging on an old tire swing in front of a river. In the river were little ducks and I would go feed them. In my life right now I don’t think of nature that way. I think if my freedom was taken away I wouldn’t take it for granted the way I do and I would know how much it actually means to me. I would also imagine my family getting together for my family reunion. We would usually have them in September. My aunt would make her fancy white cake topped with chocolate drizzle. My grandma always made her jello cake; I still don’t know exactly how she makes it. The others would bring KFC, at least three boxes full of chicken and fries. All the kids would sit together and play games and laugh as we threw food at one another. We would have a game where the kids lined up from age 1 to age 13 and you would get to pick a prize appropriate for your age. I would always get stuck with bath soap and tooth brushes.I take a lot of ordinary things for granted and I think a lot of people do but they won’t admit it. Sometimes I even take life and my freedom for granted. I think that if maybe we wouldn’t take things for granted like the trees or our freedom that maybe our lives would be a lot better and things wouldn’t happen the way they do. I have lived long enough to know that it won’t happen, nothing happens the way you want it to. Just a few months ago I lost my grandma and I couldn’t do anything to help her. I took all of the things she did for granted and now that she’s gone I miss her. She used to make this tuna casserole, it was just amazing but I never told her just how much she meant to me. I think if I would have told her that more then I wouldn’t feel so guilty or depressed that she is gone. I never told her what I needed to. If people could use the words of John Lennon “Imagine Peace” and actually think about it then maybe the world wouldn’t have to end because there wouldn’t be any enemies, murders, drugs, none of the bad things would have happened. If we could have just accepted everyone around us for who they are and known that one day we all have to die, we could have stepped back from it all and said I had a good life and I don’t regret any of it. I think it’s no good to step back from something and tell yourself that you could have done something to prevent it.


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Enslaved


Dishearten was I in foreign land
Unjust Kings enslaved me
Until His Unfailing Nail Pierced Hands
From enslavement saved me
Now strongly praised beyond compare
Rock of my Salvation
Build in me a house to dwell
With unyielding dedication
Hear my new song
The Joyful shall sing
 This Ransomed Nation Thankful for His
Sacrifice, Amazing Reconciliation


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Awaiting Forgiveness Dad

I was growing up as a crazy girl, 

thinking every thing would be all right, 

with no scence to take control of what came up next, then you died. 

I was left with a shallow heart, not knowing you meant right. 

Till the day I got caught and old enough to be convicted.  

I realized life was hard and you meant right.  

Why do I now dream of you to set me straight and to forgive me dad ?  

But where are you dad? 

I feel so bad! 

I need to know you forgive me dad? 

I love you dad! 

I need you dad to tell me in my dreams every thing will be all right.


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Fading Scars

Starring heavily at that double knotted rope
I thought optimistically about it
As a mad man
Slapping my dry and rough hands
On the ground
I picked myself up,
Weakly, I barely made it,
Gripping the tightly strung rope.
 From the ground
 To the ceiling
It hung;
With my mind upside down
I believed that it would remove you,
Take away the scars you’ve caused;
I thought it would kill you,
Not me.
Now standing,
 Off that old wooden chair
With my neck tied--
I kicked away. 
I suffocated.
But, that’s weak too;
I only kicked away when the only 
Hangings… were my scars.


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The Murder In The Study-PTSD

I sit there watching, 
watching as he struggles through the pain. 
Scared to touch him, 
as my hand hovers above his sweat soaked skin. 
Where's the antidote? 
My eyes scream for an answer, 
my lips cry from the sight. 
He's lost in his mind, 
trapped in the memories, 
the fears have taken him from here. 

I say his name tentatively, he doesn't hear me. 
Eyes black, empty souled, 
where's he gone, God where does he go? 
Bombs exploding in his ears, 
guns firing rapidly, 
hands clenching his only hope of survival. 
I bite my lip and brush a lock of hair from his eyes. 
Empty eyes, his strength is crushing my wrist, 
His hand clutching my throat. 
I plead his name, beg for him to wake up 
from this nightmare of a dream. 
Beneath my breast, within my chest 
I feel my heart throbbing. 
How long will it be until it breaks. 

I'm clawing at him, my nails tearing open his shirt. 
I've become an animal, an invisible threat to his blind eyes. 
As my nails rake across his face, 
my back slams into a book case, 
I look up, His empty eyes, a world away 
in a world of war, his hand shaking 
with the cold metallic gleam of his gun. 
He aims, without seeing, and the bullet hits his mark. 
Instinct has my hands on the hole in my chest. 
curiosity draws them away 
and with the sticky red I paint. 
Maybe when he awakes he'll see this, 
this one thing, it might save his sanity. 

I scrawl 'I love you', my tears wont wash it away. 
I lay as I go blind, 
the black fading from his eyes, 
and into mine. 
God, take away his pain. 
Let me steal his dreams, 
as you stole his sanity.


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A widows tears

A soldier dies, his widow cries,
His child, mother and father sighs,
And the vile racists spread their lies,
Today it's not only the soldier who died,
But decency,  integrity, humility and pride.

People have gathered together to mourn,
But a small minority pushes forward forlorn,
Trying to capitalize use this as a platform for their lies
However we must remember that a soldier has died
And in her grief the widow cried.

As the child grows up his choice is clear,
He must resist the hatred and confront his fear,
For if he believes the racists lies,
An innocent person will die
And another widow will be the one to cry.

The cycle will continue for time evermore,
With death being the one keeping score,
An eye for an eye until we're all eventually blind,
Unless the child leaves revenge behind,
Maybe then can the widow attain peace of mind.




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Last good byes

Reality sets in when a mother and a child are taking away in the blink of an eye.
Leaving so many wondering........why?
What we've have failed to realize is that it can happen just like that.
Truth is told it's the cold hard facts.

It could have been anyone of us
Or maybe even me.
But it was her.
It took something like this to occur to get us scared.

Now we want to show how much we care.
But it's to late.
There fate has been placed.

We will never know when it's are time to go.
So do less fussing and fighting,
And hold the ones you love close.
Because tomorrow you could be dropping a rose,
Watching the casket close..


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If Only I Had Known

If Only I Had Known
What trouble you were bearing,
But how could I,You just didn’t feel
you should be sharing.
 
If Only I Had Known
That you had become so sad,
I would of done all I could
To help you not feel so bad.
 
If Only I Had Known
I would have brought my warmth within your space,
I would have been gentle and caring
And would have left happiness in my place.
 
If Only I Had Known
I would have slipped my hand within your hand,
And would have giving thanks For the time together,
As we walked across the land.
 
If Only I Had Known
I would have wanted to help make the hurt go away,
To help you be more at peace for,
the rest of you stay.
 
If Only I Had Known
As you walked out the door,
That my Dear Friend would
not be here forever more.
 
If Only I Had Known
That when you said Good-Bye,
Only you knew then,
You were about to die.
 
If Only I Had Known
Even though you thought it best
To spare me the early pain,
It now takes all I’ve got just to keep myself sane.
 
If Only YOU Had Known
My Dear, Dear Friend,
That if you had told me,
I would have been there for you,
 
From Beginning To End.
 
Randy Laird


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Lamb of God

From the heights of heaven you sent him forth
through the womb of woman he found his course
with your own power you gird his hips
with the truth of the kingdom on his lips
For this purpose was he created
his life for ours was his traded

He would open our eyes so that we see
bestow the gift of living for eternity
He percieved mans deepest inner parts
hidden in the well of their hearts
Touch with kindness our inmost being
return to us tender hearts of feeling

For his sacrifice he is the Most Beloved
angels did minister and our sins he covered
simplicity the path he would live
his heart to the masses did he give
The depth of his Love he demonstrated
for his judgement the priests him hated

He cast out devils and healed the blind
comdemned by council because he shined
The mulitudes with truth did feed
into Gods Love they would be freed
The council of Priests moved to crucify
clothed in darkness to prefect did lie

By a faithless disciple was he sold
for thirty silver as was fortold
in suicide did disciple take
for selling his Lord to the torture stake
The shepherd surrendered his soul for the sheep
to awaken minds and hearts from deaths sleep

In exhortation to follow his example
speak the truth and lies to trample
to take upon ourselves his yoke
and teach the kingdom about which he spoke
That the God of Love we should embrace
til the time we will see his face

sources the gospels and epistles

COPYRIGHT © 2010 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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The Untamable

                 The Untamable

I am a man speaking what's true. 
The way you walk those walls is the way you walk on my heart. 
You tear through the town breaking innocent hearts and souls. 
No one will try and tame you. 
I have tried and succeeded many a time. 
I canot do it now. You are to much. 
I always said I'd forgive you but you have hurt me to much. 
I fear now for my life. 
I have finally seen the real you. 
The animal inside. 
Your wild, dark, deadly and untamable. 
Anyone who tries is a fool. 
He will surly regret it as I have. 
I can't bear the burden you give me.
This is the end of all ends. 
The world as I know it is dissolving. 
I told you once I loved you more then anything I could ever love. 
That now is a lie. 
I can now not say that without pain. 
Your not tamable so I must say my goodbyes. 
You will never find another. 
Goodbye dear. 




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The Unknown Poet n' the Lover with an Immortal Heart (Part3)

Yet my soul senses the passion n’ desire of your heart was composed in the language of love 
unto lust that I could never poetically impart, still I know the flame burns with pleasure n’ 
pain for all who find it outside their immortal heart…
I sense the reflected fire of your eyes n’ I wish not to recall the unspoken secrets of your 
poetry n’ the names lingering here, romancing the waves caressing rocks n’ the chant of 
consumable miseries of mortal hearts to rupture into suicide …

I know how your fingertips awakened her virginity when she was your lover in leisure to the 
music of your acclivitous words hypnotising her virtuous seventh heaven of sexual overtures 
n’ into the depths of clitorious pleasure…
She was one of many who summoned the angels of ecstasy by the priestess of your tongue 
that preferred all inamoratas to be kept at distance for their purpose of use was to be your 
poetic muse but she was (heavy sigh) your destiny…

When you dared to indite your desires of others with an empty quill upon her naked flesh 
remembering still their scent n’ taste, she flared with jealous rage n’ you were vainglorious 
for your lovemaking was illustrious as you celebrated far n’ wide…
In her aroused escapade you wished you had braced yourself for her pain as she summoned 
the green demons with covetous wings within her mind, for she would have laid down her life 
for you, though you did not understand this treasure was a love that was true…

For she longed to be your only lover though your fingers of rhyme teased a tongue to 
rhythmically confess your request to crucify her heart in unrequited love n’ her thighs in a 
symphony of continuous casual pleasure…
You declined true love for the endless line of carnal lust with debutantes, bridesmaids n’ 
dames for perfect in everyway to be with you she must, like your poetry symmetrical n’ 
consummate, a figure of flawless beauty n’ face..

To compose in repose your words in kisses upon a page of thy lover’s lips, the idealised 
immaculate perfect place, her face was scared by a trace yet her beauty of heart within was 
a gift given by the goddess’s grace…
She had a long thin line down the side of her face though I know this flaw to be upon your 
soul, it never left your body n’ mind as they turned to dust, where perfection once prevailed 
yet overbalanced without grace for your heart was forged of carnal lust


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Finale

Finale
Streams of tears falling;
His crepuscular brawn years,
Embracing his end.


Details | I do not know? | |

BirdsFlyOverTheRainbow

Crack open another beer.
Crack open another beer.
Crack open another beer.

The invincibility
You are exuding
Is very uncanny

As you sit at the wheel,
Under the influence
And over the limit.

Ambulance lights glisten
With more life than
You will exhibit again.

It’s nice to think you are
There, over the rainbow,
But in reality:

We’re stuck here in Kansas
Trying to fix the pieces
Of our broken life now,

Since the tornado came
And destroyed everything
On the day you left us.


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Suicide Is Not the Answer


Lately, I have noticed a very disturbing trend.
Many people wish for their life to end!

There are many circumstances
that bring this about.
Many feel "trapped in," and think
"there's no way out!"

I admit,...  I have been very
discouraging thoughts.
Sometimes, wondering, if I was dealt
"the wrong lot."

But just when I feel alone
and trapped within.
I think about Jesus! He's always
been my friend!

I've called to him more than a time or two...
When I didn't know
"what I was going to d."

When, to him, I cried out and pleaded...
He's given to me the hope
and direction I needed!

I recommend this same Jesus
to your life today!
Whatever your problem...
He has made a way!

An abundant assurance
Is what Jesusbrings!
He is an awesome God!
And can take care of everything!

Your problems are never too big
or small for him to take control.
He can bring healing to you!
And make your body whole!

He is what's needed! In this lost
and dying generation!
Won't you accept his mercy
and salvation???

By Jim Pemberton   2012





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Dreams' depth

Dream depth

Dreams are the Leatherback tortoises
lazing across the Caribbean’s;
the blue water and columns of sun.
dreams have seen the ruins, 
the pieces of lost cities, Atlantis; buried.
Dreams have touched the fossilized white bones 
of a father, a fisherman, who sunk.

The boy wakes up, runs on bare feet 
towards the shore where his dreams are.

=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


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My Pa







Had a dream about my Pa tonight, We all went out with them to Lake Loral Nancy His wife cooking up a good ol' Chicken Pot Stew slow-cooked set way up high atop the hickory us loading up the Bayliner for our afternoon fishing trip. We reminisced, Canoe in toe as we used to do just in case, yes just as we did back then; you-know if either would wished to float to one or more sides with the Canoe tied to the railings of the boat, or more or less to widen the chance at a greater spot to cast a gander upon our luck... . My Father by adoption; having-stated many times early on in-all of our teenier all together, God being-in-charge of all good-Blessings and if-you will--luck... we'll always catch some albeit one Yes I began to see through this statement he mentioned often God is always presenting always providing this-His Honest Hope, for us both--as I believe like my Pa, for any one yes everyone who is patient remains-open... ! Our woes, and Peace abiding... uncertainty grievances questions yes laughter were our main recollections as we dropped our first lines as we cast them... . I tell you I truly did love Him, still love Him, will always I figure... yes I know Some folk are so defined never wish to grow any further their Character divorced by Cancer, Nary did my Father allow it. On the day he passed He told Nancy, "I love my life. My Family Children. Love all those close to me.... but I'm tiered just plain wore out." the Lord took Him that night, the next day forthcoming I was told and O how I cried — But then realized as I saw he lived the greater life - He worked on this purpose until the day he died, and so for all he work for this final reprieve — it was for all of the ones he loved, because I feel for all whom he loved, he'd prayed for all to do the same... Yes a suffering in kind the same I'm seeing now - All-of-it I'm-finding; because he taught me the greater of his Faith nary a day apart from Him, and me... his youngest Son two Others older Sons if you will, yes I feel his family and friends still have this eminent belief to boast; Yes, in-the Company--Comfort... of Jesus' Peace... !


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

EXTRA TIME

EXTRA TIME

Oh! How I wonder what a person would say,
Should the Lord decide to take that person away.
Would he or she say “I really don’t want to go I bet,
There is someone else you can get?”

I have so much money I haven’t spent.
No matter where I go I’m not content.
What’s that Lord? Have I helped anyone?
Lord no one asked, no one under the sun.

Lord if you will grant me some extra time,
I’ll share my love and give away every dime.
Dear Lord if you will listen to my prayer
I’ll show you how much I really do care.

With your help Lord, I’ll be able to repair,
All the heartache and misery, I caused others to bear.
Lord if you grant me some extra time
I will share your love along with mine.

Dear Lord, if you don’t grant me some extra time,
To share our love and give away every dime,
Then grant me forgiveness for all the wrong I have done.
Yes Lord, forgiveness from you and Jesus your Son.

By receiving your forgiveness before I die,
I know we will meet somewhere above the sky.
I’ll ask St. Peter to let me pass through the gate,
As I’ve an appointment with you and I can’t be late.

I will meet with you Lord and try to explain
How your forgiveness helped to ease my pain.
I pray that you will accept my deepest apology,
I pray I will live with you for eternity.


@ 2000 revised 2012
     Elenore Bednar Sprague





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Among the dead

Among the dead 
By: Sami LaRose
9/14/12

To say dying is a trend these days would save me a lot of time.
Every morning I wake up, wishing and wanting to die
I push forward and try to stay strong; but the pain is just too strong.
I rather be buried six feet under the ground, with no pretty flowers to sit amongst my tombstone,
While I live I have a permeate frown.
I wish the sun would just come up for once and let me smile, it's been way longer than awhile 
But whoever controls the universe hates me
I always try so hard to escape myself
To be happy for one day is all I ask but I guess that's too much so
Slash, slash, slash.
Finally free from the hell of the living;
I can say I am happy now  


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That Day Christ Bled And Died

T
That Day Christ Bled and Died… I think about that day, Christ bled and died. And think about that day he was crucified! I think about the thorns placed upon his head. And think about the wounds that bled! I think about how he endured so much shame. For you and I, he took our sin and shame! I think about how an innocent man could do this? Our home in heaven, he didn’t want us to miss! I think about 3 days later, he arose from the grave! A way for salvation, has now been made! Hallelujah to Christ! God’s risen and holy son! Eternal life can be ours! The victory’s been won! Thanks be to Jesus! For being the sacrifice for sin! Because of his shed blood… We can be born again! Glory to God in the highest! How mighty is he! Because of Jesus! We can be set FREE! By Jim Pemberton


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REFLECTIONS

IF ONLY I HAD THIS LIFE TO LIVE OVER AGAIN:

Oh the changes I would have made.
I would have gone sleigh riding in the winter's snow,
I would have realized the miracle of the rainbow...
gazed at a sunset across the meadow.
It seems not so very long ago.
Forgive me Lord. I just didn't know!

IF ONLY I HAD THIS LIFE TO LIVE OVER AGAIN:

Oh the changes I would have made.
I would have hiked through a forest and hugged a tree...
spent more time with friends and family...
learned the lesson of the honeybee.
Unawareness is such a tragedy;
I was blind and did not see!

IF ONLY I HAD THIS LIFE TO LIVE OVER AGAIN:

Oh the changes I would have made.
I would have reflected more on what would carryon...
that which would endure long after I was gone...
thanked The Lord for the gift of each new dawn...
discovered the purpose of being born...
regrets forever I will mourn.

IF ONLY I HAD THIS LIFE TO LIVE OVER AGAIN:

Oh what different choices I would have made.
I would have set my mind on things above...
laughed more, played more, and shared God's Love...
listened to the songs of the turtledove;
for this is what life is made of.
God is the hand and we are the glove.

My eyes are slowly closing.
Something is happening to me!
There's a Bright Light I see!
I feel such peace...a serenity!


Milton L. Delgado
October 6, 1998


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Remorse

Harmful words
Bitter separations
Premature death
Guilt over not reconciling
A lost family member


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At Any Moment I Could Leave This Earth

At Any Moment…  I Could Leave This Earth!

At any moment, I could leave my earthly home!
When this happens, I won’t be alone!

At any moment, my life could come to an end.
When I leave, I won’t be taking any friends!

At any moment, eternity could come for me.
Then I’ll leave this world beneath me!

At the moment, when my life shall disappear.
I’ll be with my Lord.  This is so clear!

At this moment, when I meet my savior above.
I’ll have a new body as a gift of his love.

After the moment, when I depart
 into the life eternal.
God will find my name in the
 “book of life’s journal.”

I remember the moment when I invited Jesus in.
And asked him to forgive 
my every sin.

I remember the moment I received his salvation.
In Christ…  I was a brand new creation!

This moment with Jesus can be yours as well!
The choice is clear.  It’s heaven or hell!

Won’t you take a moment with him?  You can know!
Where in eternity God will place your soul.

This moment can be yours.  Jesus is talking!
He stands at your hearts door,
 patiently knocking!

By Jim Pemberton


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The pain

Can you feel the pain.
That still remains.
I'm really plauged.
Like doctors revealing aids.
neal and wait.
while the government steels your fate.
look at your freedom get peeled away.
i feel for the children that havent had a meal n days.
kill the rage.
that builds the hate.
Like when your spiritual shield inflates; the ego.
now we know.
the founding fathers gave the natives mezels. 
and its hard for a rich kid to reach close.
to the poor kid who can't concieve hope.
our integrity becomes the unwieved rope.
holding together the east coast...
while you eat toast.
your needs grow.
making us more evil.
like people controled by the eagle.
I'm leathal like upheavals that beat you.
I read through the bleak truth.
Feed to the oblique youth...


Details | I do not know? | |

Be Careful

You have to be careful take it from me everything can and will kill you. Your going to play around to much and die tying your shoes and that would be embarrassing. I'd be sad but would have to laugh.


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A Fading Reminder

Waking up with my face on the floor
I get up and step on something
My bass makes a buzzing sound
The low pitch of the strings 
An eery feeling Screaming through my head

I realize this isnt my room
Its covered in a blue haze
Everything is dark, scary
I scream but i cant hear myself

I remember the night before
when everyone was sitting around the table
laughing, cheering, happy

I turn the knob and open the door
I step out into cold sand
The sky is gray 

Walking into a world i havent seen before
Dead animals hanging on trees
There are no cars 
No one is around
I turn back and look at my door

Just a room in the middle of nowhere
Standing alone 
Ive had the feeling before

A light appears 
i walk towards it
i walk throught the lights

it takes me to the past
when everything was okay
where no one judged you 
where you werent alone
when everything had meaning

... When i existed
just a fading reminder of who i used to be.








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Jesus Could Have Called 10,000 Angels


Jesus Could Have Called 10,000 Angels…

On a cross… Jesus suffered for you and me.
He could have called 10,000 
angels to set him free.

Nailed to this cross, he went
 through so much pain.
He knew his purpose and the 
reason why he came.

Being there for all of mankind 
was his choice.
Weakened and alone… 
 One could hear his voice;

“Father forgive them.” 
 “They don’t know what they’re doing!”
As the crowd listened… 
 Many began believing.

“My God why have you forsaken me?” 
 With one last breath…
And then...  And very quickly… 
 There was death!

For all of the pain and suffering
 he was to endure
Was so that a plan of salvation
 is now secure.

This same Jesus, who was to rise again.
Is forever to be our atonement for sin!

Seated at the right hand
 of God the father... In heaven above..
He awaits there for us all with
 an abundance of  love!

Won’t you accept his gift 
of life that he’s giving?
And allow him to forever change
 the way you’re living!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Monoku | |

Peek A Boo

Etched between two pines 
                             shaven mountain crest

Beneath benchmarker
                               lined  tombstones 



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Sometimes I Wonder

Sometimes I Wonder
Poem By: Sherman Badgett
Sometimes I wonder if I was dead would I be burnt to ashes or would I be buried with the possibility of having a tone stone
Sometimes I wonder will I go to hell because of my many sins or will it be heaven because God forgives
I wonder who would visit my grave site and how often would they visit
Would I be left alone on my birthday and the day I past away
If not ,who would stay with me for seconds minutes, hours or even days, how long?
Would you leave me flower on the green grass so other visitors would realize I was just shown some love by the fresh flowers left to rot
When you stare at my pictures would your eyes become Niagara Falls or would you reminisce about the past and just laugh it off
It’s hard to show tears when the person is meaningless
Knowing I’m gone y’all probably be in pain, pain causes stress, stress led to sleep or even sudden death
I wonder how someone could neglect someone they truly love
Why cant women stay close to there man during hard times
If I’m forgotten does that mean I’m meaningless
A lot of people hate when they don’t know something
So what’s the point of living if death is secretive?

copyright(rW


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Fearless

I look in a mirror, I see my reflection.
I turn around facing away from the mirror and I see my whole future spread out before me like a dry, cracked, dreary waste land.
I try to make it go away but it is always stays the same.
I know I have to be fearless though my journey through life is perilous.
I listen to the birds sing and look at the sky is a deep blue not knowing what to.
I go to the figure clad in white from head to toe.    As death sung and listened to my woes. He said come with me and do not be afraid he said in voice made of velvet and satin.
For I am not fearless like the brave warrior who has seen a great many battles in life and died at the cruel hand of the philistines.
For you’ll come with me for that is the best thing to do.
So please don’t fight me because I am weary and not in the mood said the white clothed death angel in voice meant to persuade the starving to consumes so much that they will never any need t6 eat again.
Be cause as fearless as you are death went on you’ll got to the creator that you have served for many years.
Get away from those who scorn your every heroic deed.
Because your behind fearless because you did not cry out for anyone but the lord god.
So let me take you home O’thy fearless one.
Who walked the earth and lived to tell it. The fearless one who suffered the cruel abuse at the people who were suppose to be your friends who turned out to be your worst enemies
. You shall never ever have to suffer again the way you did so come now you proud fearless one.
Be the fearless warrior of your lord god.


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Christ Death On The Cross

Christ died for me… 
I didn’t deserve it!
His life for mine…  
He preserved it!

His gift of salvation… 
 I received it!
After reading John 3:16.  
I believed it!

His hand of mercy has graciously
 been extended…
My broken life has now
 been “amended

I’m thankful for what
 Christ did for me!
His gift of love is 
 plain to see!

Throughout life… Often facing a 
“difficult circumstance…”
Jesus has given me hope. 
 And a second chance!

I’ll try my best to live as he
 would want me to…
Without him…  I have
 no one else to turn to!

Thank you Jesus!  For being
 my best friend!
You washed me clean…
 And took away my sin!

You’ve done what you said…  
And so much more!
You’re certainly 
 worth living for!

By Jim Pemberton  04/30/10







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Left in the Grave

Once or twice
I will be nice
And then I'm absolutely done
Not one more warning
No more mournings
Back to square one
I am the Lord
Cannot afford
Mistakes you've made
Stick to the Plan
Results in Hand
Left in the grave



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isolation

isolation
cut off from your companion of eternity (unconditional love turned to 
repulsed hatred) in a terrifying moment
that you submitted yourself to
accepting (the fate
taking the hatred of your Father poured on you
for) the deeds of another


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Abundant Touch

blood, sweat, and tears
nailed to a cross
crown full of thorns
your life was lost
for me, a worthless sinner
for me
a new beginning
I leave the past where it remains
I've been transformed
I've been restored
condemned no more
I wear the chains no more
I am free


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The Tithe, and The wills, And the lists

Guilty party Alcohol companies
and those responsible for that product being targeted 
to the youth
put my name
in your will

I don't care if you make it a metaphor for a prayer
in the amounts that you leave me
and the message you leave me
with the way you care to swallow your footsteps
you've left behind

Cigarette companies
and those who advertise for them
put my name in your will
find it for a way
make it an amends
to the past present and future
I will find a way with your amounts given to me
to swallow you down
to choke you out
from beyond the grave

Porn companies
porn stars
all those who think 
I don't have a black file
and i'm just some ghetto wizard
and maybe a gullible god
put my name in your will 
pay off your debt
how you have tarnished
tainted mankind's image

All those building weapons of mass destruction
welcome to Gabrielles dance
joining those greedy people going to hell
And this is also for those with the power to send people to war
wether you crawled for me or not
put my name in your will
find a message for me to carry out
with your money
to choke you out
to tear you out of reality
with your money 
you will leave me a better way

This is the list
This is my tithe, pay it well
don't think i don't have a list
and be ready to buy yourself a few more cycles under the stars
Light in the darkness
may hunt you down
poisoning the well
you don't see the righteous wolf in sheep's clothing
nailing martyrs to the past
i have the list
you pay the tithe
and we'll see your historical wills!

Let's not leave out
those making drug abuse seem good
put my name 
in your will
and a metaphor for a prayer
to tear your shadow into holes
all you thugs and druglords
who think theyve escaped the lists
thats my biggest trick
put my name in your will
pay my tithe
swallow this omen
to set the future right
put my name in your will

I might claim some of your hard earned dreams
you've stolen from the innocent
of radiostations and entertainment
I might claim a method to the madness
of counterintelligence
I just might one day be the name used
when someone is stalking you

You whisper my name
you say my name
put my name in your will
make your amends in your death
you threw everything
and everybody away in your life
one way or another
someone gets the last laugh

wether your soul gets revenge
or you question mine
You are a name a number
a disguise configured 
found and discovered on satelite
and I'm ready to pull the rug under your feet
I'm about to pull the wool off the wolf


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Kill Me

Kill me, you feel that is right.
Kill me, on this dark cold night.
With a knife in your hand and a gleam in your eye,
Bid me a sweet, sweet goodbye.
Kill me, everyone wants you to.
Kill me, aim the knife at my heart and plunge it through.


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Face Take Two

understanging nothing 
of radios,
cars or aristocratic
intentions.
...weslipped...
past to
alter 
w-/ out figures
turning from 
an ambigious image
To suggest 
it is easy to concede 
vegence 
behind barbwire fences.

...Years ago ; memory....
sober in the spotlight
saw
Facts that 
are for once 
cherished in a world.

Reluctant to 
proceed 
beneath democratic 
government.
So 
just Hold you 
Breath
&
Break
a foreign face.


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Fords of Jordan

Your words justified your words condemn     				      their own blood they lay in wait by consent  				         of spiritual things not to entice with them                                                                          you know what you said Lord knows what you meant      											        For shallow attempts to lead you astray    				      with pretense made their own speech will betray        			     their rock is not our Rock beware leaven     				      true to thyself their own little deity    													    Their so as above is not heaven          					        no fear before their eyes brothers of impropriety                 			     they swallow the gravel of sinking sand        				 smooth talk took their hand as pebbles drowning 			                                                                                                                  Reaping the foaming shame of a dark land             				         all the while their deeds Jesus is frowning           			                      desperate wicked above all things hearts                                                                          how well you do in the swelling Jordan												                          speak truth in love repent be born again                                                                           divides asunder the soul and spirit   					        He being Truth knows how to set apart          				    make new hearts not of stone those that fear it 				     																


Details | Classicism | |

hurts so bad

im hurting so bad  inside im falling apart its getting hard to hide dont feel right anymore since u died.  What am i suppose to do when i dont want nothing in this world but you and that cant ever come true :(  i cant explain how i feel i just wish i could kick it with u still. i always loved you and i always will


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Hiroshima.Nagasaki 2

( Lyrics by Queen )
Teo torriatte konomama iko
Aisuruhito yo
Shizukana yoi nir> Hikario tomoshi
Itoshiki oshieo idaki

Let us cling together as the years go by
Oh my love, my love
In the quiet of the night
Let our candle always burn
Let us never lose the lessons we have learned

Are our lessons learnt, time will tell
Berlin Wall, barriers fell
Is it a start, or a start to come
Is this race always on the run
We need to look, and look around
No more we hear that whisltling sound
Its seems to be a more silent kill
Typical Human, in its typical will


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


Details | I do not know? | |

A PERSON/ A PAPER/ A PROMISE

Once on a yellow piece of paper w/green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A & a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X's &
He had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it.

Once on a piece of white paper w/blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"
because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A & asked him to
write more clearly &
His mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint & the kids told him 
that Father Tracy smoked cigars & left butts
on the pews & sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames &
The girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot &
His father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.

Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about & his
professor gave him an A & a strange steady
look & his mother never hung it on the
kitchen door because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle's Creed went & he caught his
sister making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked & the girl around the corner 
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three a.m. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly.

Once on a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn't think
he could reach the kitchen.


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On this road again, wasting time.

                                                                                                       
So good to see you once again. 
We could sit and talk about it
Forever.
Or continue on with the journey 
Down this road of entity. 
It’s a long way 
Before we get there.
Many bridges we will ravage,
Before we come home. 
We’ll signify on the way,
There is so much ahead of us
I don‘t want to miss. 

Look at those meager souls
Out there in the distance, 
Bedeviled. 
They seem so vacant. 
Can’t they discern?
Through his eyes they will see tranquility.
To conceive a path on the way.
A passage to convey with immunity
On their way home.
Everyone will want to see.
Surely this, they will miss.

As i turn from the distance
To see you beside me,
My focus seized by a reflection.
The shine of deity 
within your eyes.
Darkness has receded,
Skies filled luminous red and purple. 
The end of the road is sublime,
Over those gates peer into ecstasy.
Hope to identify her facade.
Cant wait to meet him.
My own sea of rebuttal 
Needs to be set in place.

Drifted soul in the shadows
Squint toward divinity.
This road is far too long
To be stricken with reason.
He doesn’t believe you can’t see.
Surely this, you will miss.


Details | Couplet | |

Writers Rock

Babies,
Babies
Like to get rabies.
That's the way babies rock.

Writers,
Writers
Like nice highlighters.
That's the way Writers rock.


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Rapture

Oh day of promised rapture from final resting place,

The first desire of heart to see my Savior’s face!


The beckoning of trumpet will pierce the Eastern skies,

I yearn so much to greet him and behold him with mine eyes!


Shall I awake in dew clad morn or velvet star-lit night,

Anticipating robe and crown and wings of silver bright!


Enduring grace, sweet love divine did span thou earth’s creation,

Great Son of God who lived to die for sinners soul salvation!


I long to hold thy nail scarred hand and kiss your thorn pricked brow,

Though birthed in sin he snatched me from Hell’s fiery bowel!


Twas stately mansions glistening in heaven’s glory gleam,

Their beauty was astounding as nought I’d ever seen.


The prophets were conversing of ancient days of old,

While children laughed and played on shining streets of gold.


A reunion day is coming dear loved ones and missed friends,

Where we’ll always be together and time shall never end!


Nor tear did dim an eye, and daily cares were gone,

Thousands gathered there to join in angels’ song!


Hallelujah to the Highest, holy praises we did sing,

To lift our voices as one to Christ, The Mighty King!


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I couldn't let me die, yesterday

I couldn’t let me die
=
The edge of the cornice is a call I cannot avoid;
the torrents of sounds, vague and uncommunicating,
are encircling myself; the edge of the cornice calls me.

A whisper of nothings, which can only be the dark rants 
of one who loves flogging, permeates in my ear and buzz.
I am the one you look at and sigh with disappointment.

And the one down on earth, who is cajoling and pep talking, 
telling me about life, mothering me and appeasing,
is me, seemingly calm, though biting his nails in tension.

He does not want me dead.  
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


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You Take God I'll Take Booze, Drugs And Women

You Take Your God…
I’ll Take My Booze, Drugs And Women!


Someone recently asked me: “Are you listenin’?”
“You take your God!”  “I’ll take my booze, drugs and women!

I’ve been there! When I lived for “the pleasure of the day.”
I didn’t want to listen to what God had to say!

Whatever felt “good.”  I wanted to “live it up!”
There were many things I tried, that I let “fill me up.”

But whatever I tried…  No matter how 
happy I wanted to be.
There was still something empty deep inside of me!

I’ve seen families break apart, over a bottle of booze.
In the end, it seemed like everyone was going to lose!

I’ve seen drugs lead people into heavy addictions.
And have seen them die from various afflictions!

I’ve seen grown man having “affairs” of various kinds.
Only to burn in lust with very “sex craved” minds!

Is this the real fun that people seem to crave?
But too often, end up in an early grave?

Will someone please tell me what going on?
Or, have many people just “have it all wrong?”

There’s a God!  And he wants to make this very clear!
Today may be your party!  But his judgment is near!

Everything that you try will one day fail you!
The life God offers, will never disappoint you!

He is the answer for the satisfaction you seek!
You need him in your life!  Each day of the week!

Won’t you allow his love and peace into your life today!
He’ll show you how to really live
 in a brand new way!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

I look outside

I look outside

I look outside, but all I see,
Is a beautiful prison, enclosing me
I try to scream, to move, to flee!
But despite my efforts, I can’t brake free. 

Now what can I say, to mend the hurt?
To clean the slate, to wash of the dirt?
What will it take, for me to revert?
The state you’re in, so pale, so inert?

I didn’t want this, my intentions where good!
Why am I always misunderstood!
It seems like moments ago, right there we stood!
If I had known the results, I never would…

Have raised my hand, or plunged the knife
Into your soul, taking your life
This must end, this mortal strife,
Before we both, go mad with rife

That’s it! That’s enough! You’ve gone too far,
You’ve just reopened the wrong scar!
I’d rather be burnt by a million stars,
Then stay with you, the way you are.

The chains have broke, I’ve escaped the cast
But now I’m cold and falling fast,
The sensation is wonderful, unsurpassed,
But now I’m lost, it’s far too vast.

There must be crack, a hole, a way out!
I’m suffocating, drowned in doubt,
I try to breath, to go without
But still the whispers, drown my shouts.


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final prayer

Forgive me Father for I have sinned... 
Tears and blood stain my sheets as I lay 
motionless on my bed. Many of times 
have I attempted to stop my pain, my suffering. 
Now finally, I think I have succeeded. 
I shake and tremor as thoughts of 
my friends and family rush threw my head... 
Lord what have I done? in trying to end my pain, 
I cause my family grief. I didn't think of them before.. 
Dear God save me from myself... 
I just wanted to stop the pain. There was just 
so many thoughts going through my head and 
they wouldn't stop! Father make them stop... 
I don't want to hurt anymore. My heart body and soul is 
sore. And a deep darkness has taken toll. im numb... 
My eyes are blurred...I hear screams...Is this 
really the end for me? If so then please, 
Forgive me Father for I have sinned...


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The Cross

T	he symbol of suffering, shame, disdain
H	is emaciated body for hours remained
E	ternal love came and paid the ransom 

C	hrist Jesus, God incarnate, as man He came and chose to die
R	ighteous holy, He lived among men, healing and giving abundant life  
O	verturned an evil plan forever that would keep man enslaved
S	et in motion to completion the solitary act ensuring man’s redemption
S	alvation, freedom is now assured for all who believe and repent!

A collaboration-Audrey Carey & #0459587 Jimmy M. Anderson


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Sweet Jesus

four
figures
cradling
Jesus in their
arms




Tribute To Jesus Christ
{Amen}


Also Entry For
Raul Moreno's
The Deposition Contest
GL All


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"Nobody"

Nobody Listens. Nobody Cares.
 Nobody asks if Im OK.                                           
Nobody knows that Im scared. 
Nobody knows where i am at. 
Nobody knows where i live. 
Nobody sees that Im drowning down here. Nobody wants to forgive...
Nobody hears my silent screams. Nobody to Quiet the storm. 
Nobody knows my list of Dreams. Nobody wants me to come home...
Nobody knows the secret of my desire. Nobody believes that Im totally alone.
Nobody to put out these smoldering fires. Nobody sees how the hurt has grown...
Nobody wakes up with me everyday. Nobody holds me when i sleep.
Nobody ever wants to stay. Nobody sees the shadow as he creeps......
Nobody wants to play with me. Nobody knows the water is way too deep.
Nobody knows the pain is really too steep. Nobody tells me Im going to be alright.
Nobody tells me when to go to sleep....
Nobody knows the yearning I hide. Nobody sees my tears. 
Nobody sees whats brewing inside me. Nobody TO SEE my tears.
Nobody sees him trying to get my attention. Nobody knows he's here.
Nobody hears him tell me he loves me. Nobody to calm my fears...
Nobody to stop him from getting inside me. 
Nobody knows, that inside him, he offers me a Home.
Nobody hears my heart pound like a drum.
Nobody stops the adrenaline that pumps through me- 
Nobody knows where it comes from.
Nobody to stop me from going to him. 
"Do They see the Darkness come?"
Nobody knows how his sickness draws me to him- I feel No Soul... 
Nobody knows his eyes, so hypnotizing, and inside them I'm no longer alone. 
His LOVE screams violently all around me- His emotion spinning me out of control. 
His darkness calms all that is crazy....
His Love is Terminal......
Nobody sees how his Power soars through me.
Nobody  feels my heart bleed as its torn. 
Nobody to suffocate the intrique that has lied dormant inside me.
Nobody to shed a light on whats real anymore......
Nobody to stop me. A new Storm is Born.
Nobody to remind me, another power inside of me exists....
A true undenied Faith in my Savior.
A promise made with unclenched fists.
Nobody sees how I've waited here patiently- Riding out this life & Im finally tired.
Nobody feels this weariness... The heaviness... The weight of my Soul......
Im longing for this torment to take all that is left......
The pain that is never denied me....


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My Regret

My Regret

I served my country, true to my beliefs.
Did what was asked, did as told. 
Why do I feel so old?

I did no high speed combat team, 
Never stormed a door, 
never stepped in hell's domain.
So why do I feel so unclean.

I can't sleep any more,
Thinking of my chores,
Sending brave men, and women,
Some of them barely from their mothers home.
To go to another land, a temporary home.

Some went, and never came back,
Some went and wished they could take it all back.
Some came back missing a part of themselves,
Lost in the sand,
Lost in the streets,
These soldier’s should be proud of themselves.

But I am not proud of what I have done,
Sending these men to have their worlds come undone.
Following orders, 
Sending out orders.

I hate myself for what I did.

I sleep dreaming of the zombies of my fallen brethren following me asking,
Why me, why did you send me.

I cannot reply, I can only say.

I was following orders.


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Fate's Seal Never Yields

Fate's Seal Never Yields 

 
A storm so dark and so very blue
fate delivers it's first misery clue
Earth and sky rapidly melt into an urn
soon, so very soon , comes my turn


Rain that spins so out of control 
 pelts down upon newly born souls 
Awakening thoughts buried deep within 
of the mortality of we lesser men 


Short lives spent in duties often delayed 
with dreams imagined but never quite made 
Regret of the coming last dawn lingering around 
like a lonely fish that is dark water bound

Ashes heaped upon a very wearisome head
Sleeping soundly in a very badly made bed

Robert J. Lindley  11/23/1977


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Bleeding Love

Bleeding Love
Curled in a ball
Not knowing what to do!
Knees against my chest
Cradling oneself

‘Soothing my soul’

Memories of you
Flooding my brain
Your words
Left as lingering whispers
Your smile
Imprinted, upon my mind's eye
High light of my day!
Electrifying my nervous system
Jump starting my heart
Punishing me
For loving you
‘Bleeding love’


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The Unknown Poet n' the Lover with an Immortal Heart (Part 2)

Your hands n’ your caress traced intimately across a mortal’s flesh a thousand years ago, for 
she is a stranger in the dark of my distant karmic past,  though I know her serenading 
immortal heart sings in this body of mine now…
I refuse to hear your long lost name for I’m afraid to know all those who you loved with such 
lust in this place where you linger by your grave, I only wish to see the sweet beautiful 
memories of the love we made…

No!!! I refuse to hear my long lost name for I’m afraid to know all those who you loved with 
such lust in this place!!! where you transcend your grave, for there is a weaver n’ a loom of 
destiny n’ I’ll not repeat that chant ever again by the sea…
From the castle to the crest, to the sea, to the waves crashing on the rocks, a hundred times 
the journey from the womb to the grave I have made while you lay in your tomb n’ your 
soul yearns in suffering to make amends…

I sense you invite me to listen to your evocation in this prevailing wind, it seduces my skin n’ 
ascends from the depths of my soul from beginning to end, an eternal poetic essay of an 
immortal heart’s legend…
By this ocean of our dreams you tempt me to inhale the perfumed scent though I’ll never 
know whose breath it was that I now breathe in as the wind n’ the moon feathers the sea in 
eternal waves…

Along this coastline the breath of mother earth has nurtured many lovers, lifted angels on 
wings n’ called forth mermaids who play n’ sing on the rocks n’ dance in the shadows with 
the ghosts of shipwrecked sailors in their watery graves but it’s been a thousand years since 
my immortal heart heard a poet...
Today this storm blows across the lands of my ancestors, the siren of your poetic beckoning, 
an incantation travelling the sea n’ time heralds the galloping horses thundering, racing upon 
the shore with the chariot of your enchantment never faltering…

Their manes dancing towards the crest  n’ crash upon the rocks nearby where we made love 
a thousand years ago in the soft familiar sand, your poetic voice romancing the sunset n’ 
painting the waves in glorious tones of carnal lust ...
Within the evening storm clouds I can see the rain though I’ll never know the name of the 
lovers whose thirst it quenched with pleasure or who was cleansed of their pain as the blood 
washed from the rocks upon opening Pandora’s box in their mind n’ lost sight of hope as 
their fateful love turned to dust…


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Unborn

The man with the plastic bug in his head
monopolized my dreams last night
in the place that the horsefly of my dignity
finally surrender to the impresario without a fight.

Seven days and 7 hours transplanted in my memorabilia
reminding the rustiness of the purple child
flatterers danced beneath the clouds of melancholy
and morality spreader the master plan inside my mind.

The disinheritance of my immortality the final day
discouraged my desire to see the forbidden love
restored my will to escape
manipulated the deep of the uncertainty above.

Released from the plastic bug in my head
try to cover my yellow child in the purple sky
laughing,singing,whispering,playing
seven days and seven hours before he dies.


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Thank YOU Letter

Thank YOU Letter



Thank You for loving me
It was Your undying love that saved me

Thank You for dying for me
It was Your precious blood that bought my liberty

Thank You for always being with me
You promised to never leave or forsake me

Thank You for the pain, suffering and ridicule You took for me
It is because of the Cross that I have been set free

Thank You for sending the Sweet Holy Spirit at any cost
For without Him I'd still be lost

Thank You for being a Friend that sticks closer than any brother
I truly love You--You're like no other

I wait patiently for You to return again
Thank You YESHUA for being a Friend til no end.

                                                         I love YOU.


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To John Watson,

This is hello and goodbye John,
I know that all is well.
Remember two twisted minds John,
From Reichenbach we fell.

I know it must be boring,
When all cases die down.
Yet still with waking eyes,
You'll see crime around the town.

And though I'd like to wake,
And play another game,
I'm playing life, and losing.
Death wins all the same.

By the time you read this little rhyme,
I know I'll be long gone.
But don't be angered by the time,
It's job did nothing wrong.

I remember I once said, "John,
You are my one friend."
You're the one friend who stayed.
Right through to the very end.

Any time you're by my grave,
Or look sadly to the sky,
I will not be there either,
See John, I did not die.
                          -SH


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My Lord Is Risen Indeed

Master and Lord, born of such a lowly birth,
You came and lived a human life on earth.

Loved by some, hated by others,
Opposed and doubted by Your own brothers.
Ridiculed and mocked by those You adored,
Despised and rejected - Your words, they ignored.

In agony, You prayed, "Not My will, but Thine."
Soldiers came and took You, by God's design.

Rulers judged You - found You guilty of a crime,
In fury, the angry crowd screamed, "He must die!"
So they beat You, tortured You and called You names,
Eager for blood, they caused You great shame.
Nailed to the cross, for all to see,
          You suffered, bled and died for me.

In anguish, Your Father turned away His face,
No tomb of Your own, buried in a rich man's place.
Dutiful friends came to mourn their loss,
Every fear they had was soon given pause.
Emmanuel - God is with us - alive forevermore.
Death has lost it's victory.  The grave stings no more.


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A Sinner's Thoughts

What if I were like, The beautiful birds in the sky, Able to spread wings taking flight, High above while time passes by, Such feelings I should enjoy one day, When the life inside begins to fade, Will my soul ascend into the Heavens? Or am I damned to Hell for all eons? Will I see faces of those long since passed? Or am I destined to be cleansed of memories of the past, Unable to remember the days of old, No memories of friends, family, or of home? I have awful feelings when thinking of death, For I have cursed the Lord under my breath, Asking why things happened the way they did, And denying his power, I've lost faith in Him. Heaven? Hell? Am I still worthy in the eyes of God?


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Found You

Freedom the cast of the greatest shadow
beacon light empty from my soul
i hope and pray for a better life
i rise from the dark and desolated valley
flames withering my crippled palace
sadly crying for help
solid bitterness forever
sunlit dreams ever so beautiful
faith
destiny
nothing at all
justice 
freedom
lonely lives
ill brake through the chains
refuse night
midst whirl winds
honoring justice
vast oceans
i sit in my palace
blowing off steam
honoring justice ever so mean
work together and join hands
shameful despair 
hallowed daybreak
the tast of night
rolls down like waters
breaking through the hallowed hole
of my honored soul...


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as the day keeps its lies

when the sun has risen
and the sky turns white or blue
it keeps its lies withheld,
but as the moon rises
and the sun sets
its lies are told
it speaks about 
its lying sun, and how
it itself is lying
it tells how only truth
comes from the flowers
that bloom with the day
and flowers that bloom
in the night
it cries when it 
sets for it is not done
telling the truth
and as the sun rises
the lies begin again.


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A Gravitational Pull

Stone upon the water front/
Next to the cashmere pillow,
The pier near the gallow shore/
A man began to speak,

Within this land there shall be no way out accept I tax,
This gravitational pull may bring some down,
Yet if you stay and listen very carefully/
You will live through this time and be very happy !

Many of you have become lazy in the manner of laws,
A decree will be summoned to let us know/
The waiting may be hard to comprehend,
Yet within time you can grow to depend/

The fat of the land,
Let this man take you by the hand/
There can be no further excuses or escape,
The way will depend upon the hearer's !


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Gated Minds

Ever ending walls, are these walls ever ending? Slowely spinning world, will it ever stop spinning? Life is a passage, but is it really pre written? If god is "like wise" does it make him a victim? 
We all give and take, so does it mean its a mistake,
That the reason we are here is only by fate?
My mind may alter my inner emotions,but by keepin it locked means its never even open.
So I must not accept this world or its fate, for my mind is my own, and for gods, its his gate..


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Christ Death On The Cross

Christ’ Death On The Cross… Christ died for me… I didn’t deserve it! His life for mine… He preserved it! His gift of salvation… I received it! After reading John 3:16. I believed it! His hand of mercy has graciously been extended… My broken life has now been “amended I’m thankful for what Christ did for me! His gift of love is plain to see! Throughout life… Often facing a difficult circumstance…” Jesus has given me hope... And a second chance! I’ll try my best to live as he would want me to… Without him… I have no one else to turn to! Thank you Jesus! For being my best friend! You washed me clean… And took away my sin! You’ve done what you said… And so much more! You’re certainly worth living for! By Jim Pemberton


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03-20-08

One starry skied night, I lay in the grass
Reflecting on relationships, people of years past
And then I see her: walking down heaven's steps
The memories rushed back, as if she never left
My eyes tear up, and I tell her "I miss you"
Her smile illuminated the night, and replied "I miss you too"
I asked "Do you hate me for how things ended?"
She answered, "We're all human: maybe thats what God intended"
I explained that I regret all my mistakes
She chuckled as a tear trickled down her face
She told me "I've never been more proud of you
I sometimes wish I could leave heaven for you"
I held her hand and looked into her angelic eyes
I had to ask, "Did you think I was different from other guys?"
She said "With you, there were no other guys
You were, and always will be, my everything
Although I know, you'll probably call some other lucky girl your everything
I came see you to let you know I love you"
I replied "I love you too"
This moment couldn't be true
I said, "Could you stay with me forever?"
She replied, "No, but you could talk to me whenever
Heaven's not too far away
I promise you'll be okay
Not only is God watching, I'm watching you too
Just know your in my heart whatever you do"
The stairway to heaven appeared, she said "I have to go"
I beckoned for her to stay, but I had to let her go
Before she departed, she gave me a kiss
I cried, but I smiled; I needed this
I watched her take step by step
I could feel her leaving; breath by breath
My soul then came to terms with her time limit
She'll always be mine; body and spirit.
<3


In case you're wondering, the "she" i'm referring to is my ex-girlfriend Jonera Auriel
Raymond, who was killed (along with her brother) by a drunk driver on March 20, 2008.


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Cascade to Cadence

Once along those lines, counted your years here...

Was this then? ornate clasps solace thee,
upon its iris, all exempt from night,
Thy day decides, laud shall lead us on,

Spoken, 'tis breath already expired, exhale,
down hills, scurry curtsied runnel quips ye,
have you not Life? or does life have you knot? 

do you, not laugh the casket on blooms?
this nightmare won ye, shrouded lids lash,
await! Have I lost, its timed overt petals?

Twas darkness cascading crosswise, nay ye mask,
waterfalls, could tremble beneath tincture's awning,
Young solemn face, grows splendor for light,

So then as this was, pistils shrivel tessera's fib,
undo its pulse, a cadence true of one,
One measure at a time, one string strung tight, 

and your expression, cleft, as if said,

"If only, you can see; what I see, now."


Details | I do not know? | |

One Last Note

I'm left behind once again,

Just one more goodbye I have to

Endure through but I'll be fine,

I promise. I'm strong. Honestly, I

Don't completely understand why

But even before we said goodbye

I felt our love die. I never wanted

This to happen, but I can't

Bring you back and I, have to face this,

It's over;  I don't apologize for it. I said what I had to

And you did what you had to.

That's the way this works. Sometimes with you

I got way too honest, way too up close

And personal with myself, ended up hating myself

For being so needy; but I don't need that,

This love wasn't all there was after all,

I'm finding myself and happiness without you

Though it's been slow coming. Once,

You let me have a glimpse of the sun instead

Of the mocking shadows, but we watched

The sun set, watched the roses wither and die;

And I don't regret a single moment...


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Your Not Gone,But Soon You Will Be

If Idon't get to say good bye for one and final time,
then know i've alway's loved you more than anyone could.
And though you are ill and the diseases you have are painful and kill,know God will comfort 
you and you'll rest in his arms.
You are my mother who I dearly love,you are my friend and alway's have been.
We've had our cries,we've had our laughs,
we've shared pain,and were both a little insane.
How can I say exactly say how i feel,
when so far away i cannot show you.
I wish i could give you all you deserve,
the moon the stars, and all you dreams,
take away all the pain,the nightmares,and screams.
This reality is all to real,
I want to wake up,call an apeal.
god is who we must call upon,
in times of right,in times of wwrong,in times of joy,and times of pain.
He is the one who can save us all!
Your soul he will rest,now i'm depressed.
Just in case i dont't get to say goodbye.
I wish i could hold you and hug you again soon.
But when i give you this letter it'll be to late,
you will probably be gone.
Cancer,serosis,diabetes,and more,
I sometimes curse life and it's whores,.
You my mother,please know i love you,
i love youi because you've alway's loved me,
in all i have been andand always a friend.
An ear to listen,an eye to see,a hug and a home ,
A mother in all.
times were rough in our growing up,
we didn't have much ,and sometimes very por,
you gave up alot,even the men that raped us.
We our family,barely alive,barely escaped.
Nobody knows of the horror we've endured or seen,
what we've lived,how cruel,how mean.
But we were strong,we made it through it all,
we have survived one and for all.
now your time is coming to rest,
So follow God,He offers his best,
A kingdom full of no pain or hate,
but of much love and joy.
something you so rarely had,
you will soon have.
So take it and be glad,
rejoice and be glad,
You will be in Heaven!
I love you mom!


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dont cry

Don't cry my child
I won't forget the day we met
And I cry as you cry
Inside the womb
A cold bleak world
You said goodbye without seeing my face

Don't cry my child
I won't forget the day we met
And I cry as you cry
Lifeless body
Your soul said
I Love you dad unembrace

Don't cry my child
I won't forget the day we met
And I cry as you cry
You entered this world
And went away 
Knew the pained I felt

Don't cry my child
I won't forget the day we met
And I cry as you cry
I am weeping through the storm
As dark days tried to elude me
Tiny hand held a candle for me 

Don't cry my child
I won't forget the day we met
And I cry as you cry
Still I longed to see you
For how long my child
Still I'm hurt, it hurts.


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oldman

once there was an old man on a lane
he always had many cats
then he took a train
and went down another lane


Details | I do not know? | |

FOREVER TOMORROW

IF YOU NEVER NEW YOU HAD A DISEASE
YOU PROBABLY LIVE FOREVER 
BUT NOW YOU NOW YOU HAVE A DISEASE 
IT'S DEAD AND GONE TOMORROW 




Details | I do not know? | |

Real Sad, Real Glad

It's sad,
It's real sad,
They said that you were bad
You say there's no lies,
That black eye says otherwise
Please don't give in,
Don't commit the sin
Just the phrase,
"What happens in here stays in here"
And you punch the wall
It's sad,
It's real sad,
You used to be a good kid
Had all A's everyday
Must've lost it when they said,
"Go away"
Had a smile so sweet
Must've lost it when the said,
"Shut up, or you'll get beat"
I'm glad,
I'm real glad,
You came to me, see
I got you through this nightmare
There's peace here, with me
I'll forever and always care
With me, you will never fall
Please don't give in
Don't commit sin
Find your faith in the Lord


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Apache's Final Thoughts

Indignant, his head hung low, eyes glassy, all he has is his memories.
Within the pain he can no longer tolerate, within the hundreds of enmeshed bodies…
Stinking and rotting.
All he has is his memories.
Escaping the frightful screams of death and the smell of blood,
He is remembering his fist love. He was so young, as was she.
Beautiful girl, kind hands, sweet voice and a carrot ever present in her pocket.
They rode and rode, hundreds of miles through trails and streams, as one
They loved each other’s company. Then a day came when she never showed.
He didn’t understand…but he could sense something wrong. SHE was gone.
Never coming back.
Then came a man, callous of hand,  took him- roughly. He didn’t understand.
Pushed into a trailer, his feet fell through the rusted bottom- PAIN…
The man whipped him into another place. He stood bleeding as they drove away.
Arriving to a place. So cold, no lush grass, tiny area, no place to run and frollick-
The MAN took him out of the trailer, bleeding hocks and all- shuffled him into a barn
where the stench was raw. Threw a huge, heavy, ill fitting saddle upon his back. This man,
A Goliath even to this horse, pulled the cinch so tight he could not breathe.  A bit
shoved in his mouth.
OUCH! A spade splitting his tongue- the huge man grabbed a whip and jumped right on.
“I’ll teach you not to be a WOMANS’ horse. You are now mine- you will be a MANS’ horse, and
Work like a horse should!” Shouting, the MAN spurred the horse into action- foot bleeding
the entire time.
The spade biting into his tongue, the horse raised his head, only to be beat between the
ears- the MAN was furious.  Flying round and round they went-
   This cruelty, this circus continued for many years. He was broken of leg and spirit at
the age of ten- whence upon the MAN called the “Meat guy”, and for a few hundred this
horse was sent to his end.
He stood in the corral of death awaiting his turn, for the bolt to shoot into his brain
and slide  down the conveyor belt.
   He remembered his first love during the last few seconds- her spirit came to him…
“Join me Apache, my beautiful mount, in Heaven we will be together where no one can hurt us…
FOREVER!” 
He didn’t know what the words meant- but he knew his love was there to save him… he left
the crippled body behind and joined his true love before the cleaver sliced him apart.

*This is written for the thousands of horses sent to slaughter each year.
A. Green


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The Greatest Story

                                                     
                                                     Is still the
                                                      greatest
		                   story     ‘twas
		                   ever  related,
		                   'Tis    a    tale
		                   of  the soul’s
		                   greatest loss.
             The fall from God’s grace, how sin took it’s place,  to the death of His
         Son on the cross.     Heaven to earth,     through virgin birth,    He suffered
             and died for all men. Brought down sin’s great wall, of death to us all
		                   ‘Love’s  story
		                    of   Life’  with
		                    no  end.  His
 		                    pure    blood
	                                    flows     free,
		                    cleanses  all
		                    who  believe,                             
                                                    making clear
		                    it’s  the  only
                                                    way  given. I    
		                    pray that you
        		                    must, in Him
		                    put   all  trust
		                    live  eternally
		                    with Jesus in
			       Heaven!


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Slurred Conversation

She said: "Why are you like that?"
He said: “Because I've been there and I’m done with that."

She asked: “Do you think I'm like everyone else?”
He answered “No. You just remind me of myself. "

She asked: “What do you mean I remind you of yourself?”
He replied: “It means I’m not going to waste time on you or anyone else."

So then she asked: “Do you hate you? Is that what you really mean?"

He continued: “Yes, you are worthless, therefore reminding me of me.
Don’t you get it? I can't stand you because of all the sadness your face happens to bring."

She cried: “You are a bastard with a father! 
You should have never been born you should have remained an unborn offspring"

He told her: “Go away you can't change anything!"

But before she left him... streaming rum flavored tears changed everything.

He screamed: “Life------ You've left me nothing. For what more of me could you possibly be asking?

She replied “I’ve left you with another chance. 
You should've lost me forever on this night. 
Now seek what you look for and don’t disregard that which you can’t find.”


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Hiroshima - Nagasaki 1

On that day in Aug 45
Bomber over the city that's very much alive
Nervous crew, cloudy day
Pilots instructions, open bomb bay

The words above as the pilot has said
What happens next the World dreads
The catch releases as Little Boy goes
Are they really enemies, are they really foes

As he lands without a sound
As he plummets into Japanese ground
As he ignites his awesome power
As he sprays his atomic shower

An eternity clears, in hours I hear
No City which once was here
Where are the people, no where near
In Oppenheimer do I detect a tear

If that's the worst The USA tells
Nagasaki is next as the death toll swells
Lo and behold that day has come
The second city is indeed gunned down

This Uranium gem as the Yanks declared
Our troops at war will all be spared
Not to think of these Japanese folks
Who in Atomic ruin their lives now soaked

Buildings gone where they once were
Populations vaporised without a care
This Mushroom shape will shadow ever
Their day in History will never sever

The following day as I look around
A bustling city which has no sound
I stand here bleeding, burns and sores
Skin dripping family torn

All around me, broken burning shapes
Trying to make sense of what this all makes
What could have created such destruction as this
On this city where yesterday was bliss

As I limp down my street in an imaged spree
Shadows of neighbours I will never see
Silhouetted in shape in many forms
Is this my World, its not the norm

Weeks have passed as I start to feel ill
Once I was ten, now I feel nil
Body sored, lacerations and boils
This human life entering it's toil

As I look to the sky, some birds still soar
Those lovely doves I will see no more
As my life fades as my eyes gently close
Should anyone receive those blows

Now I'm gone as I look down, once a city, now no more a town
Where once were dots all running around
Most are gone blown from our ground
Where mediation was never met, discussions we never said
Two cities many dead






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


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Dissonance

All of this unrelieved tension
Between you and me
Sounds of near sudden death
Softly overbearing
Plot your dispositions carefully
You would find yourself wrapped around the tree
It should have been me
I should have taken your place
Unglue your painful misconception
Of the world you might miss
It took a day and a night
To figure out your whole entire life
I wouldn't know what to do
If I knew you might die
I learned a lot about life today
About how I should live
And how I should sometimes let things go
Or hold on for a little more
I think about you everyday
I hope the world won't stay the same


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Endless

She ran towards the tears,
No escape; no doors to open,
Pouring down the elements;
Red is the colour of screams.

Laid by the bed of roses
Silently created the sound,
Abandonment rose fast;
Her screams fill the empty chest.

Afraid to show the hurt,
In there the mountains grow;
She writhed in ashes; dust,
Ever so cold,
When the sun shines.


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Death to Smoochy

This is not how I thought it would end
The air is leaving me so fast
I am alone, without a friend
The world before me is vast
My lungs are starting to burn
This breath I am about to take, will be my last 

Forgive us our sins, just as we have forgiven those who have sinned against us.
Do not let me go without correcting my wrong
When they find out, my family will make such a fuss
My list of sins is far too long

Darkness is very near
I can no longer feel 
There is nothing more for me to fear
None of this seems real


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Touching Hearts

This poem was inspired by Mrs. Dianne McGee’s post earlier on Face Book.


It was the very first day of school 
In Mrs. Thompson’s 5th. Grade class 
An untruth came from inside her 
That probably wouldn’t be the last 

She’d said she loved everyone of them
But in reality one of them just didn’t suit her eye 
The ragged clothes, his unkempt ways 
And the boy sometimes would cry 

She’d noticed him the year before 
And for some reason he just didn’t fit in 
His body odor, his wayward eyes 
And his frame that seemed pretty thin 

She prayed he’d just quit her class 
And no longer put a burden on the school 
She delighted in giving him big lettered F’s 
As she just thought of him as a fool 

Today was the day for student evaluations 
And boy was she going to toss the book 
At the ragged good for nothing kid 
That probably would become just a crook 

She decided to read what his other teachers wrote 
And sat back in her easy chair 
A surprised look came upon her face 
As she could only blink and stare 

Miss Ellen, his first grade teacher 
Said he was a joy to be around 
And his second grade teacher agreed 
No finer student could be found 

His third grade teacher however 
Said he just couldn’t seem to adjust 
Since his mother died of leukemia 
There was nobody he would trust 

The fourth grade teacher told of his dad 
A drunkard who beat Timmy now and again 
The boy then went inside his shell 
And that’s where he’s always been 

Mrs. Thompson was beside herself 
Lord if she had only known 
She wouldn’t have put Timmy down 
While she sat highly upon her throne 

Today was Mrs. Thompson birthday 
And the children brought presents in 
All wrapped and sealed at the store 
“Now where shall I begin?” 

She opened every present 
And thanked each child in return 
But when she saw a wrinkled bag
Her eyes just watered and burned 

Inside the bag was a half empty bottle 
Of perfume Timmy had saved of his mom’s
She sprayed some upon her and smiled 
For what little Timmy had done 

When recess rolled around at last 
And the other children ran out to play 
Timmy spoke to Mrs. Thompson 
“You smelled just like my mommy today” 
 


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Memories

Memories are things that will never cost, 

they cannot be stolen, broken or lost.

Keep hold of the good and learn from the bad,

try to be hopeful and never be sad.


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once longing love

This time your eyes don't seem to bare the familiar strength
you been staying away from me you've gone to every length
i did every thing i could to lend a helping hand
now your broken and its hard to under stand
this was no ones plan love makes harsh demands

even though i can see your heart is truly broke
when i tried to hold you i was just a joke
now things are changed nothing like before
i have become something so much more
a ache still nags deep within my core a life left in ashes spread upon the floor

i wonder where you ll go who you ll see
i wonder if the only thing you think about is me
the empty hole of things left unsaid
a wall of noise stands strong in my head
some how this feel like I'm dead but I'm watching in you go instead

how many times could i try to be the one you needed but i know it was the ego i feed ed
a callous soul without any notion of truth hope or devotion
farewell my once longing love


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color coded music message

Bad meat
dead meat
thousands sick from this disaster
hungry like a wolf
the stomache worms grow
in the people who still don't know
texas miki of tequilla
many reasons to reconsider health symptoms
sewer leak to smell from down the street
not staying here too long when the mosquitos come out
drive by the cess pool
and come into town to realise
no one is ever outside
the lights are all out at 7 oclock

Color coded music message
three days of taking a turn to play your two favorite songs
to steer the obsessive compulsive
who wont let you down
who wont be able to stop himself
from killing the worlds enemy
however we can only do this if we allow ourselves
to practice the day that nobody dies

musical masterpeace of blind leading the blind
in an attempt to get your angels in position
the birds eye view to realise this spotlight
the black and white fashion to start everything off
purple confusion of your orange disaster is the naked blue truth
surrounded by coincidence leaving you shining
differently dressed than those around you
angelic mastermining of the candle of mans free will
burning at both ends to provide you with your own safety net

in the end of this mindblowing experience
of the locomotion of your soulbound prayers
i forget once again who i think i have become
everything is pretty much automatic
choose to be aware of this if you want
forgetting the perfect lives of god
aware it may be possible to take down two birds with one stone

all this to make your devil cry
which will be replaced by an experience that is fun
unlike the grueling effort to prove to society
there are more than 3 people the police actually helped in history
even though usually when something good happens to the world
they lose control, and everyone else seems to lose out


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Mommy "A Tear From Heaven"

Mommy,  why don't you cry for me?
Why did you turn the lights out on me?
I now watch you, from heavens window.
Wondering why, you through me away.
You said that I was to much for you.
But mommy, all I wanted was a hug one day.

Mommy, you will never know if I'm a boy or a girl.
With dark brown hair, or golden curls.
Mommy  when you aborted me, my cries did end.
But God gave them back, when I came to him.
And if you look to the sky, I'm the brightest star.
Shining from the heavens, so very far.

So mommy, don't you ever feel sad for me.
Because I do love you.....and mommy,
The next time it rains, It's just tears from me.
Mommy God tells me that someday you'll see.
And I know what ever God says is true.
So goodnight mommy.....and I do forgive you.


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Grace in Falling

Grace in Falling

I have moved through the three ordinary sounds of life
to find you waiting next to
all the unspoken words and 
undreamt of understanding you longed for.
So we Walked the long mind of winter to become this lost, then wrote "More myth than 
woman" 
and titled it with another woman's name
as a gift
veiled.

I could not touch her face with all my 
words...without suspicion but held
her all the same. 

I see your tears
all the unchanged pain exchanged for
hope.
and find a currency unspent
hiding in your pockets with so much earth.



here love has only one meaning and the soul
cannot defend itself from all the lies
I once told you.

I am not this Earth or the weapon that 
frees you with it's own destruction.
I can not bring you peace or the
love
born outside your understanding.

we are not these Bodies
you tell me.
I am fighting for every breath now 
seeking all the unspoken words and 
undreamt of understanding I long for
but the soul moves on
learning who you are
and
what you have
and 
will
mean
to tomorrow.
the Earth will remember you as
love.

           cwh


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Belated Apology

To my Dearest Most Only Beloved, Lenore : my Loving Bride
  In care of  Almighty GOD , at the Gates of Heaven ;opened wide
A vow  I had spoken, soon was broken “I will always be by your side”
 The sorrow of all these years: the ocean of tears , that I have cried 

I can drain the tears away, all I have to say “I’m Sorry my LOVE LENORE”
 From the abyss of my Heart, the depth of my Soul I apologize L E N O R E
Would YOU think it absurd, if I gave YOU my word , that Forevermore :
 I will Always LOVE YOU: in YOUR forgiveness we can live as one in Eternity

Inspired by Christie Moses and Sharon Weimer's Contest "I'm Sorry"


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Sadness

The women stood in front of the table 
Her sad hands
Empty
Hallow
With nothing
she looked at her daughter
smiles and laughter
i wish her the best
nothing less
the sun shines on your golden hair
i love you, dear
Dont get hurt
promise me you wont
take my hand
one last time
forever more
say that you must
smile
dance
laugh
sing
just promise me you will dream
when i fade to grey
you are getting older 
you have a life
children of your own
you start to cry
clutch to my hand
ill never leave
im always here
Clinging...


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The Joy of Forgiveness

  

She lost a son she held so very dear,
Her feelings became muddled, and she couldn't see clear.
Anger and bitterness started consuming her heart,
She knew these feelings were tearing her apart.

It was a bad car wreck, a friend was driving and he took the blame,
Now her bitterness has condemned him to a life of shame.
Unintentional but he couldn't undo the mistake,
So he accepted her words he could not shake.

The years rolled by and her life was a mess,
All that bitterness and hate brought on only more stress.
Then something, somewhere or perhaps someone,
Had sparked in her a light of what that bitterness had done.

She prayed to the Lord and asked for forgiveness for this man,
But that wasn't enough to satisfy God's plan.
She had to seek out this man and forgive him face to face,
She knew this was God's will if she ever wanted to receive His grace.

Well she found him that day as they stood toe to toe,
And she said to him there is something that I need you to know.
She said I want to forgive you, but I need your forgiveness too,
And she heard a thousand angels sang out, as he said you know I do.

Now that burden she was packing, was no longer there,
And the sun shined brighter, she felt the change in the air.
The only tears she sheds now are those of happiness,
And she opened up the door so that God can bless.

True Story!


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To the little boy lost

To the little boy lost

To the little boy lost
Who longed for a home
Where dreams are encouraged
And spirits can soar
Instead you were given
A house that was cold
With cruelty and anger
And constant reminders 
How worthless you are

To the little boy lost
With words you were broken
As you faded from life
Your eyes dark and empty
Once full of light
Now searching the shadows
For places to hide
From a childhood that haunted
The rest of your life

To the little boy lost
My friend and my brother
Though younger than you
To this day, guilt and pain makes me wonder
Why time brought me through
But left you behind
Where you carried inside
The little boy lost
Who had nothing to lose
And no hope inside
When you ended your life

To the little boy lost
Who's part of my soul
Wherever you are
I hope you have found
What you never could find
Here in this life
A place to call home

Kevin D. Fix


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Loss

‘Do not fear’, she told me
as I measured the value of carrying on
with a life with a gap, 
with a life on my own.

‘Your pain will diminish’, 
was a covenant she made
without a lie in her voice, 
but with an ephemeral attempt.

We balanced each other’s pain
for less than a year and a half.
Then a man tempted her away
and a plague sickened my heart.

I have thrust away her love
like she pushed away my being.
Now a chasm lies between us,
which I have dug despite my craving 
to cross to the other side, 
to throw my arms around her, 
to accept the other guy, 
their communion and their ardor.

I don’t seek to ruin
the security that she built,
but I wish that she could see
how alone for years I’ve felt. 

My pain never diminished,
but its intensity has augmented.
Now I mourn for not one loss,
but a second that I’ve created.


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Constructing spirit

Have you ever come to share, your spirit showing that you care
not with flowers but the strongest form of heart ?
I ask only to display, why I may take great dismay
For the end is sounding then more like the start.

And so I've come to notice, after loosening my focus
That I might just be to young to give that gift.
Not a gift at all I know, just a part of me to flow
Anyone of you can see it if you wish.

But the blind can never see, nor were ever meant to be
On the team that will forever have to fight.
So if you want to see, i will teach you not for me
But for YOU to see the beauty of the light. 

Forgive me if I sound reserved, for too long I was disturbed
Resulting from the one who had my spirit sinking.
So I'll attempt to make a deal, with this thought not much to feel
I will save myself from dying, or just thinking 


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The Prayer

Be fear of The Day

The Day of Eternal Destruction
The Day of Mankind Elimination
The Day of Ending
The Day of Everything

God blessed us, God helped us!

Our life is being shorten
We beg for your forgiveness
The time is getting faster
We don't want it to end now

God helped us, God forgive us!

We beg upon our knees
We beg upon Your mercy
Oh, my prayers shouted
Pleaded, begging for another chance

The Day Of Judgement
We fear

Please, hear Our cries!
We want to continue Our lives!

O God Of Almighty!


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Hatred

Hatred flows through my veins
I try to just hide the pain
You changed my way of life
I feel like I've been stabbed with a knife
I wish you could just go your separate way
You played my heart like it was clay
You don't seem to care
The pain I feel everywhere


You ask for forgiveness
You ask for another chance

You ask if we can be friends
Let this all be clensed
How could this have come to be
Everything between you and me
Its come to an end
Nothing could ever mend

What you did the other day
When all you had to do was say
I'm sorry Jarrod but its over
She doesn't realize, she was my controller :/

P.S. I'm sorry guys I'm going through rough times as these poems have said and I've been having family problems, from today on expect one poem a day and maybe 2 if I miss a day.


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This Moment

I may never see tomorrow,there's no written guarantee,
Things that happened yesterday belong to history,
I can't predict the future, I can't change the past,
I have just the present,this moment,I must treat as my last.

I must use this moment wisely for it will soon pass away,
And be lost forever as part of yesterday;
I must exercise passion,help the fallen to their feet,
Be a friend to the friendless,make an empty life complete.

The unkind things I do may never be undone,
And friendship I fail to win may never be won;
I may not have the chance on bended knees to pray,
Thanks to God for giving me this day.


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Part I-THE GRAVE DIGGER WHO VISITED HEAVEN

Everybody was horrified of Paul's scruffy looks
with dirt and mud smeared all over his wrinkled face,
and his long nose with dark spots on its tip;
and a grave digger matched that image,
but he was the nicest person on planet earth:
hard-working, estimable, amicable and honest.
After the day's work was done, Paul stared
at the empty lots and whispered to himself,
" Soon I'll be in one of them...I feel it coming! "
One unlucky afternoon he was standing
on the edge of a newly dug-up grave and accidently
slipped and fell into the twenty-feet excavation;
no screams for help were heard...he was dead!
That same afternoon, there was a burial
and as the corpse's coffin was lowered into the grave,
Father Michael spotted a body lying on the bottom of it,
and it resembled that of Paul....suddenly police 
were notified and minutes later a fire truck arrived
to the dreary scene. Then two young firefighters
lowered themselves into the pitch-dark grave by holding
onto sturdy ropes, and without much effort, 
they pulled his bruised and broken body:
he was pronounced dead at two-thirty.
Paul had a near-death experience, one of the most
incredible ones: he visited heaven, the place of bliss!
And as he climbed the gold stairway, he heard many voices
of those he knew in the previous life...they chanted glorifying God,
who was seated on an ivory throne surrounded by Archangels,
Saints and the Prophets whom he remembered from his Bible readings.


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My Fall and His Grace


My sin hangs Him back on the cross,
And the traitor of Heaven clings to me.
I swallowed a little poison out of pleasure,
And my soul towards Him staggers to reach Him.
I let my soul stroll in filth and dirt,
And have carried the mud with me shrouded.
I look like a toad croaking from the ditch,
And I see Him invisibly looking at me,
And He shows His distorted countenance.
I cry unto Him with His Words writ,
And my soul weeps till its tears dry.
I've learnt His blood hath cleansed my soul,
And I can be back with Him with His strength and grace,
And what I long for is to live and to die for Christ.


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Recognizing You

Im in a better mood today,
Realized something important,

Feeling life is more than living a day,
Honoring and maintaining your is the best way.

Running in circles is the worst life program,
lets break out some crafts and make a new diagram,
Must review the old crap, scribble it out, but never erase,
Learning from history, you can embrace the future's taste,

Look at your goals,
How many points have you scored?
You're looking to start new records,
Change your attitude, you'll do much better,

If you're negative,
you must retrain your brain,
Turn that energy into something positive,
Otherwise you'll continue to drive everyone insane,

World is full of too many that turn their heads,
Maybe that why you don't get a good nights sleep when your in bed,
Toss and turn, toss and turn, kick, whatever else comes to you,
time for a new routine, something is bothering you,

Do what you feel makes you count,
Never too late for a rebound,
Don't let others get you down,
If you want it badly,
You're triumphs will make them frown

They'll disapprove,
They'll gossip,
They'll give dirty looks,
But when you open your mouth...
They wont say *****to you.
You've done something they've failed to do
Recognized the potential you got in you!


















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This Noose Named Jesus

before i knew what living was
i lived what i thought was life
and all i ever did was stumble
fall and trip upon a knife

just as the blade pierced my skin
the thought of you fell in my head
giving me one chance to breathe
before my broken life was dead

i opened my mouth to scream
but cries of help came out
it was then, i realized
what i was going to kill was about

the thoughts i had about you then
were all i wished would not exist
i'd bite my lip until it bled
to avoid you with clenched fists

every hate i had about you
drove the knife inches closer
so many times i wished to live
just to pray that it'd be over

i tried to run away to hide
to keep a secret all my hate
because i knew if i knew you
it would be my hates fate

the knife before me cried out
'hug me once and you'll feel fine'
but in your heart you knew
'that soul was and is and will be mine'

you were the noose that saved me
killing all the life i lived
you loved me through all the sins
i never thought one could forgive

a blinding light to see truth
was what i lacked just to see
through all the sex, drugs, rock and roll
in your house you wanted me

if empty never sounded right
why did i wait so long
to realize how much i needed you
and admit that i was wrong

you have called me to be the one
to place you round others necks
so you may end the lives they live
stop unneeded train wrecks

circumcise my heart for my sake
bleed your blood upon my life
shine through me so others see
you can save them from their knife...


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True Expressionists

As far as my mind can perceive, that which is all I have come to believe
Stands true to my soul, and as I grow old realizing there's more to be seen.

If you share same nature in feeling, and have courage enough not conealing
Then dont be afraid, express it in ways, assessing the cards god is dealing.

Trust that god in its general name, shows creater just what it has made
Wayward cultures confused, helpless people are used in the race to place all the blame.

You are brave enough to construct, true religion yet faux claims deduct
Then you'll see there is reason for changing of season, and "coincidence" isn't just luck.

Its whats positive that which I feel, and negative hits harder than steel
I find more joy from the up, so darkness gets fluxed and spirit steers better my wheel.

How did I possibly come to conlusion? obtain vision and not just illusion?
I read people like books, so when teachers tried to look I either embraced or gave 
resolution.


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Rain Drops

Tear drops falling from the sky
Each one has a sad story to tell
Who will listen?
And who will wipe them off their windsheild?
Tear drops everywhere
Ending their lives on the streets
Why do people find their sounds so peaceful?
Each tear drop is a musical note
Playing its own little, sad song
For the people willing to listen


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Young Gun

Verse 1

So young
One gun
How dumb
I'm stunned
He's done

My son
My son

Verse 2

His choice
My voice
Spirit hoist
Skin so moist
Such a boast

My son
My son

Verse 3

Died in vain
This drives me insane
Such hidias pain
Listenening to the rain
For what has it gained

My son
My son




Tribute To A Co-Worker
Who Lost The Battle
In A Gunfight With Police


So Long Hollywood { 55 yrs old }


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Their Last Day

A little child with eyes that shine
Where there was only peace of mind.
To run and play
and to explore
All Gods gifts they did endure.

No thoughts of hurting
No thoughts of war
No thoughts of pain for them to endure.

Thank God for children and they're innocence too.
How did they know when they left for school.

Goodbye to "mommy & daddy too
They're last day," Just going to School"
A safe place to learn and play
What gave him that right to take it away?

We'll never know what caused his pain
but, to take their life,he had nothing to gain.

God Bless the children who were in that school that day
Who lost their lives and no longer can play
They're looking down from Heaven above
The hearts filled with nothing but love
Is there an answer
A lesson learned?
Only one knows
God, Father & Son......


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at a time like this

at a time like this 
	there are no words
just the feeling of the feeling
	alive
in all its' beauty and terror
in all the awe and wonder
	we find
		ourselves
			once again
	perplexed
by the science of love
	cowering
the concept of death


at a time like this
	we are the words
the speech of a speechwriter's pen
	written
in all its' truth and error
in all the breath and power
	we find
		ourselves
			once again
	moving
mountain masses by faith
	yet cutting
our own brothers down

at a time like this
	the words are here
in flesh, in blood, filled with spirit
	breathing
in all its' passion and fire
in all its life and freedom
	we find
		ourselves
			new in form
	loving
the ones who feel no love
	and gracing
the world through Your eyes


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New Year

Another one past, question mark to go
Frustration’s set in, time moving slow
He says the answers come in time
And so I pass away, riddled in rhyme
Reaching out for dead ones to see
I’ll ask again, in dreams come to me
If you do not, I won’t last very long
And loved ones will think of me wrong
This fixation has turned me crazy
And reality has become a little hazy
I should resolve to make it end
I never even knew, my friend
And so, I rely on unreliable chatter
That I may understand what was your matter
So another one past, question mark to go
I think I’ll stop counting, time moving slow
You’re gone from us now, no sense in caring
Busy yourself in circles, no time for sparing
Another will come and eventually go
I’ll still be sitting here, time moving slow


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Not My Time

My God have you forsaken me? 
Why do I feel so alone? 
Why have you left me here on earth? 
Why don't you call me home? 

I am tired, so very tired, 
what have I left to give? 
What meaning could there be oh Lord? 
For me to continue to live? 

Financially I am bankrupt, 
by the addictions that I fed; 
Each night I kneel and pray for death, 
as I lay alone in my bed. 

Then each morning the answer comes, 
NO seems to be the reply; 
I still have plans for you my Son, 
it's not your time to die.


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A Leavin Jones

 
A Leaving Jones

 

I’m leaving when

With where I go the darkness is stained by holy robes

I’m leaving where

I’m caught taking notes in church while the better man

Disciplines his child for laughing at me

 

I’m taking the dirt free leave

I’m leaving mystery, my friend misery

Just a girl I used to play with

In her basement

 

I’m leaving while the sun is out

I mean it, you will all have seen it

After my leaving…

I’m leaving what water was mud. I’m serious like

I’m leaving for blood

I’m leaving where I was, leaving because

Leaving is what leaving does

I’m leaving the lusts. The when and the where

And the what leaving loves.. I’m leaving drugs

Leaving the suds and the buzz dust

I’m leaving that like left pizza crusts

 

Okay now, I’ve got leaving news

I’m going on a leave cruise--a full boat

With two clubs and a trump suit

I’m like filled with leaving juice-not booze, am I being obtuse?

I’m so into leaving I bought leaving boots!

 

I plan to leave the past behind me

Lot of the sins and illegal things that bind me

I’ve got to leave quick

Go ahead you can time me

I’m keeping ahead of the grip

That once confined me

 

I’m leaving now like the nights leave each dawn

I picked this day to be leaving on

In my case I’m leaving the worst

I should have left the last crap first

But at least I leave the rest 

Of my life less cursed at best.

Course, someday we have to leave that too..

 

-james kryzaniak


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REMEMBER THE SWEETNESS OF THE SAVIOR'S LOVE

Remember the sweetness of the Savior's love
when he bled from the cross and forgave the good thief,
who regretted his sinful ways by feeling deep shame;
weren't we like him who went astray and floated like a leaf?
Why was He called Emmanuel and live a life so brief?


He could have preached hatred instead of kindness, peace, love and unity
and proclaim Himself king turning Israel against the mighty Romans...
that's why the envious Temple's Priests accused him of blasphemy;
Pilate had no choice but free Barabass as he washed his hands,   
thus they arranged His Crucifixion through Judas's betrayal for thirty silver coins.  


Remember the sweetness of the Savior's love
when He called out to His father and asked for their forgiveness;
and despite the long hours of agony and abuse,
He knew that His death had the power to redeem all sins...
who still doubts His resurrection which occurred after three days? 
 

The heavy stone blocking the tomb rolled away around sunrise,
how bewildered were the Roman Centurions who witnessed that glorious event,
being blinded by a dazzling light and deafened by its noise!
Later that evening Jesus appeared to the apostles who were overcome by fright...  
believing that He had risen, but was that enough to dispel Thomas's doubt?



Entered in Francine Robert's contest,
" English Quintain Contest "
Written by Andrew Crisci
on 12/12/2011


Details | Rhyme | |

When You Carry Me Home

When you carry me home
Forget the wrongs I've done
The mistakes I made will go unseen
Worries of the world will be set free
Angels will fly around me
White light will surround me
A path of gold lay at my feet
When you carry me home
All wounds will be healed
No pain I shall feel
No illness remains 
No harsh word to hear
No sadness or fear
When you carry me home
I will be ready
I'll stand tall and walk steady
My heart no longer heavy
No demons behind me
No vultures above me
I'll embrace the wonder in my eternal slumber
When you carry me home


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Hate should Abate

Hate! what a word
In this world of ours
Festered to our core
Oozes from our pores.
 
Religion-ed neighbours 
Harbour Hate
Why?
In this worldly state.
 
We can only pray
It's not all around
We can't all be
So dumbfound.
 
Neighbour to neighbour
Friend to friend
When it comes to Religion
I can't comprehend.
 
As each new generation
Comes along
Hopefully the word hate
Will be long gone
It should never have been a word
For this world to take
This word Hate should Abate.


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Eat, Drink And Be Merry The Night Belshazzar Died

The Night Belshazzar Died…


The night when Belshazzar seen
God’s writing on the wall,
He did not know that soon
Babylon would FALL.

This king who thought he was so 
“awesome and great.”
Didn’t know that death soon
would be his fate.

“Eat, drink and be merry”
was the motto of the day.
But God had something
else to say!

The days of endulging themselves
in wickedness and sin,
Was soon to be destroyed
by their enemies within.

This life which for long
you have enjoyed,
Shall one day perish
and be destroyed.

Allow the “writing of God”
to reach your heart’s door.
It is for you that Jesus died for!

Don’t allow the enemy
to destroy your soul.
For Jesus loves you more
than you’ll ever know!


By Jim Pemberton
2008


Details | Free verse | |

Box of Hope

Baseball cards
a rubber band,
an 1894 Indian head penny

the aroma of cheap tobacco
filled the bottom of an old cigar box
my box of dreams where no one else could go

when I was grown the box became a distant memory,
I had forgotten the magic of dreams-cynical adulthood

in Hollywood I was sure that I was home

only to find a pink slip and a plane ticket 

my depression black as a moonless night

I lived inside this tube of insanity
where nothing made sense 
I felt like dying

snorting cocaine 
to take away the pain-growing thin

I lost control of my life once again
gazing through teary eyes I saw it...

my box of dreams

when I opened it I found a time capsule

baseball cards
a rubber band
and that 1894 Indian head penny

the box still wafting old tobacco
from 30 years past filled my nostrils

my life was not full of hope anymore
just the agony of knowing

how I wished that I could start over
one more feeble attempt at life

eventually I fell asleep
I had a dream that it was all a terrible mistake 
my war wounds
drug addiction all passed away
in my unconscious mind…

when I awoke

I felt a moment of Peace…
of hope

Dedicated to Rhoda Galgiani


Details | Rhyme | |

Jesus Could Have Called 10,000 Angels

  
  

On a cross… Jesus suffered 
for you and me.
He could have called 10,000 
angels to set him free.
 

Nailed to this cross, he went
 through so much pain.
He knew his purpose and the 
reason why he came.
 

Being there for all of mankind 
was his choice.
Weakened and alone… 
 One could hear his voice;
 

“Father forgive them.”  
  “They don't  know what they’re doing!”
As the crowd listened… 
 Many began believing.
 

“My God why have you forsaken me?” 
 With one last breath…
And then...  And very quickly… 
 There was death!
 

For all of the pain and suffering
 he was to endure
Was so that a plan of salvation
 is now secure.
 

This same Jesus, who was to rise again.
Is forever to be our atonement for sin!
 

Seated at the right hand
 of God the father... In heaven above..
He awaits there for us all with
 an abundance of  love!
 

Won’t you accept his gift 
of life that he’s giving?
And allow him to forever change
 the way you’re living!

 

By Jim Pemberton  03/11/11



Details | I do not know? | |

All You Must Do Is Open Your Eyes, Because Sometimes Halcyonian Is Just Behind The Wall

The old man looks on
He stares at the walls
The lights are bright
With no one in the halls
He touches the wall
He hears the vibration
He closes his eyes
To feel the sensation
He thinks to himself
Could I ask for more?
Or should I give up?
And fall to the floor
The man is torn
Two worlds to choose from
The man is weak
But still there, and then some
I see the old man
He's sweating and shaking
He pleads to the wall
My life's not worth taking
I go to the man
He's sobbing in fear
I lift him up
And tell him I'm here
He looks up at me
His eyes are a haze
He looks back to the wall
With his unmatchable gaze
I ask him why
Why he just stares
He tells me
He's the only one that cares
I tell the man
I want to see it
He says to me
I just have to believe it
I'm staring at the wall
The old man at my side
He tells me he'll be waiting
And our worlds will collide
So I close my eyes
To set myself free
He opens the door
And I finally begin to see
Who was this man?
What was his story?
Follow the path
Towards triumph and Glory


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Fields Forever

Until the end, I fight 
I fight until the light is no more 
and the perilous night does begin 
& when my day is gone & future masked 
I climb my mountain with head hanging low 
Low for now, I killed and desecrated all held sacred 
Slain the last foe & as the day breaks again 
I gaze at fields of red fury 
Fury misunderstood all dead to understand 
Mountains ahead and behind, in this valley of 
Presence. Engulfed by injustice and punished 
In personal strife, I cry, 
not out but in I cry to hear 
inside, inside where I've tried to hide 
and defend on this field of red 
with no more to hide & more to 
hide from. I perch on this mountain I've made 
& expose myself to all, with none to tell 
I'm free, lost to live, lost to die 
Never to love, never to fly. Only wallow for 
It turns to night and shadows comfort me my friends 
Till the end 


Details | Heroic Couplets | |

No Fear

I do not shudder at the thought of my passing
For my Lord has promised me life everlasting
Death will seem to have fulfilled its endeavor
But instead, I'll be more alive than ever

I need not fear the icy kiss of death
At that moment when I take life's last breath
For the Lord Jesus Christ will usher me home
In His loving arms, I won't be alone

In those last final moments, He'll come to my side
And gently lead me to where I'll abide
Warmly embraced in His loving care
Forever and ever in Heaven so fair

Here's just a little glimpse of what Heaven is like
No sorrows, no tears, carefree as a tike
Pure joy and happiness that will never end
Wouldn't you like to have a part in this, my friend?

Do you have the same peace and assurance as I
To carry you through on the day that you die?
For the time will come,  just as sure as you were born
So it's crucial, today, to get right with the Lord

If you choose to reject Him, let this be your warning:
You choose an eternity of sorrow and mourning
An unending state of torturous dying
Apart from God's love, you'll be moaning and crying

He patiently waits, but please don't delay
Make your Creator also your Savior, today
Repent of your sins, His forgiveness you'll receive
Give Jesus your heart, trust and believe

He's our Mediator to God the Father
There's no other way, so don't even bother
Take no heed to false religions of today
For those counterfeit beliefs claim to show the way

But Jesus says He is the Life, the Way, the Truth
That He has risen from the dead is the living proof
So ask, and He'll be with you at your final breath
How wonderful it is to have no fear of death!


Details | Rhyme | |

Love, Death, Hate

Love int he morning
Death of my soul
i look apon you
all i see is myself looking back
do you even care, have you ever?
i felt my heart beat against yours
but you pushed me away
and closed the doors
you broke my heart the patched it back together
you told me the "we were perfect and would last forever"
but you look at us now
we have nothing
no love
no hate
no regret
no pain
Empty...
filling with nothing
i brake across the withered flames
and start to scream your name
theres nothing but my hallowed heart
dieing because were apart
you left me and never turned back
i feel like a crack head and your my crack
i need you like a pencil needs paper
youve moved on and left me empty
how did you do it?
how did you just move on and forget about me?
is she better?
I just hope your happy
i love you like crazy
death of my soul
love in the morning
i look next to me and i lay there alone...


Details | Free verse | |

VII: Conquered

A single, unnoticed ray of light
shooting across the sky at night
straight down to my head
in our conversations 
it is, as it has always been
between the King and I.

He tells me what he sees, 
and he feels for the unworthy
he cares for the damned
though he see the lies
that are fed from the lies
of the leaders

Return soon, brother in arms
return from the sea, comrade
walk upon the shore
or walk on water
once more for the doubters
the King knows all about us
alas, he has not returned yet
I will know that day
once, twice, more like seven times
to the exact the moment he's raised

Conquered by all of the hope 
of your allies
the few that still dare to 
believe in you
very same as the ones
who keep feeding you
in the outskirts of our realizations
the dreadful dreary dreamy illusions

The King best exists in the pretense 
of pretendness
at the moment just before, your mind intervened
and cast in just a shadow of doubt
that spread rapidly far, and between
this now makes him limited,
now I have my chance
to pull the wool off the greatest wolf
the world shall break its trance
I am now your lord
I feel all the world
I am always yours,
your Magus.


Details | Blank verse | |

The Transgressor

Clouds of an Occult day Words of a Darkmaster Chill My Mind Freeze my Eyes Hidden Forever I'll be; Shadow walk You will Never see me It's time to anew I'll Lose you I cannot forget The Blood I cannot-- Forgive you Locked in my cell I'm never far I'll Never Bleed For you Again Loosing Vitality Mistakes cannot be Fixed Forever you and I will Drown Sacred Words Of you Do not Render Complete Obsolete Cords of Vile you wrap around the flowers how east it must be I wasn't Born this Way you Made me this Way Locked in my cell I'm never far I'll Never Bleed For you Again Loosing Vitality Mistakes cannot be Fixed Forever you and I will Drown Sacred Words Of you Do not Render Complete Obsolete Sacred Words Of you Do not Render Complete Obsolete Sacred Words Of you Do not Render Complete Obsolete


Details | I do not know? | |

Move on

A feeling of feelings that i cannot understand,
my life and my love, where will it land?
I've fallen down and don't know where i am,
there is something missing and i do give a damn.
I love that something, so very much,
now it's gone, with no sound & no touch.
I try to move on & make a new start,
But how is this done? when they've taken my heart.


Details | Bio | |

Flight of the Simplistic Soul

Now I lay me down to weep
Knowing that I cut too deep
And if I should die before I wake
I knew that life was too much to take


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Spoken

Spoken!


Are we meant to walk a tight straight line,
Wouldn’t that be saying to walk like the blind.
How will the hollow be treated in the end,
The two edge sword is being used for family and friend.
A crooked smile is hard to bend right,
The strong is most needy when using their might.
Unconscious wisdom spoken to bring down to the top,
A cliff is extended in sight of the short stop.
Wrongful delight can’t teach a child confusion,
But a picture made by evil hands gives a right way illusion.
Falling short to the tall brings along a silent bed,
Hot air in a head makes no stop air blown on hot makes stop while ahead.
Carving your pumpkin with heart out of chest,
To take a heart out of evil empty chest is best.
Cut off your left if it hinders your right,
Close your eyes to see dark to realize whose light!

Ashley Hogan AH


Details | Quatrain | |

AN EVENING PRAYER OF REPENTANCE

Getting off the bus along Hillside Avenue,
I heard a loud commotion coming from a speaker;
and getting closer, I saw the face of a sweaty preacher... 
calling all souls to Jesus and make them new.



I looked and paused and saw this preacher with sweat on his face...
as he was telling the crowd a true story of The Godfather's son, who was
in the dark about his father's activities, and when he was finally told,
he didn't care if he died;  and to the authorities he went to report his dad.    



What a righteous young man he must have been, and how noble
it was to reveal that well-kept secret which would have cost his precious life,
giving up a chance at being powerful and not dedicating himself to a lifetime of crime; 
I can visualize him bowing his head down, and pray to stop the vicious cycle.



I sat next to an elderly lady whose who's veiled head shone through a gentle light,
" Sing along with me, and your lost soul will be reedemed by the blood of Jesus!" 
I shared her song book and began singing an evening prayer of repentance,
as the preacher cried out, " Raise your hand, and I will pray for you tonight!"



How many folks, like me, wanted to see that preacher proclaim the Lord's message;
and how lucky I was to have encountered a stranger who sounded like Jesus,
to add another sheep to his herd as he prayed for the sins of the repentant ones!
How glorious it was to hear him glorify Christ and His father with his voice of grace!  


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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His Gift of Love

I have a very special gift.
One you may long to see.
From the Christ who died so long ago 
for the souls of you and me.

He didn’t have to do it.
No wonder that we cried,
To know ‘twas for our sins 
Dear Jesus that day died.

As he dragged His cross up to that hill,
knowing all the while
the price he’d pay was for our bill
He somehow trudged that mile.

A crown of thorns upon His head;
nails driven in His hands and feet.
All the wounds oh, how they bled.
What torture He should meet.

Hanging there upon that tree
while we looked on in shame.
Dying there to set us free
He never placed the blame.

Knowing it was He alone 
who could save us from our fates,
He looked upward to the throne
far beyond Heaven’s pearly gates.

For our mercy He was pleading.
The pain was oh so grand.
For us He hung their bleeding.
Reaching for His Father’s hand.







The Heaven’s began to thunder
as the sky went black.
There we watched in wonder
as the Father turned His back.

Upon His Son he could not look
as our sins to Him were cast.
Each was stricken from the Book 
our debts were paid at last.

Had not He come upon that day
and died to set us free;
what a price we would pay
for all eternity. 

The gift that He has given,
meant for each of us to share,
is a home up in Heaven.
He’s waiting for you there

All your sins now pardoned.
Making the path to Him so clear.
Please let not your hearts be hardened,
by the evils oh so near

The time has come to stake your claim.
No longer should you wait.
For you’d have only you to blame
if turned from Heaven’s Gate


Details | Free verse | |

They are Cruel


How many of us suffered to death?
How many of them gained more wealth?

How many of us mourned?
How many of them earned?

How many times we suffered such a pain?
How many times they will do this again?

They are Cruel

but…

We don’t have to be.


Details | Free verse | |

Love

Feelings are fear to me.
 Love is my worst enemy.
Truth is what I 
 hold so true,
Like feelings that are all
 so new.

Freedom breaks
 the seldom cry
of broken hearts
 and empty lies.

Shadows follow close
 behind
as I hold my heart
 from broken ties.

 And yet sadness
breaks free, from 
 those who didn't
belief
 I am left with the past
and those
who didn't last.


Details | Lyric | |

Gone, Just Like Yesterday

Today I saw her face, in the bathhroom mirror
She had the sadest face, with a lonely tear
I reached to touch her, but she faded away
Her image gone, just like yesterday
I moved to my dresser, not thinking clear
When her face appeared, in the dresser mirror
A tear rolled off my cheek, as I searched for something to say
As again she was gone, just like yesterday

I thought I was dreaming, so I just got dressed
Then I went to the kitchen, for my morning breakfast
Poured some cereal, for I had to leave by ten
When there in the milk, I saw her face again
I tried to speak, with a lump in my throat
But nothing came out, so I just grabbed my coat
I Picked up the bowl, set in the drain
When again she was gone, just like yesterday

I walked to my car, tears running down my face
Wondering why, she keeps haunting me this way
When there she was, in the rear view mirror
I yelled out I love you, and miss you my dear
And that I was sorry, that I drank that night
Just wish you'd forgive me, for the accident
That's when she whisperd I love you, and said it's ok
Then she was gone,  just like yesterday



Details | Rhyme | |

Full of Hope

He turned and said, a breath so low
Wrenching with pain, let not it show
His eyes told stories of the age
I didn't want for them to fade
He said this deed now made it right
they need a future new and bright
He spoke again, no words would come
He reached to heaven for His home


Details | Bio | |

Think

I think to find what I seek, but what I seek is something I can not think of
For what I seek is to serve, serve my country
For when I grow I will change to find the light to the path to serve as a woman soldier and if I shall die I want you to think I died, but I died trying, serving. and saving the lives of the people to bring peace and harmony to the people of my country


Details | Rhyme | |

From Rain Towards The End

Rain is previous rain can be pain,
 Types of rain can differ: to regain a steady brain- fed up, peaceful rain.
 To forget -rain of regret, hurt. 
To admire happiness -rain of smiling tears. 
But ... who knows if the rain isn't the pain that has been cried by our 
Past earth parsonages, residents. 
They are all one clan now.
Now all together as relatives of same physical state. 
Soon sent down as tests each individual receives a challenge
 On how they will conduct themselves in certain state. 
Puts that soul to the trail.
See the righteousness, trustworthiness.
 Nobility of spirit and honour keep of faith 
Treating of others,
Amount of sins committed. 
If deserves to be forgiven.
Forgiveness valued down on the way, through life on earth. 
Down on soul the almighty sights... at all nights, events and hides. 
Paramount stare has a great disguise. 
Watched is everybody - How they manage the ticks on a little watch within their reach. 
No one can run away it’s a closed circumference- therefore believe it’s not a coincidence.  
Be open to life and make sure you have a hearty, generous and unselfish personality.
Make sure you live it with dignity.
 Enjoy every day as much as you can. 
As someday it’s going to be the end.


Details | Free verse | |

Cold Forgiveness

I want to say I’m sorry,
I’m sick of sitting here crying,
Going over mistakes and wondering what I did,
I’m sorry,
Okay I said it,
Maybe now I can get some peace,
Crying isn’t what it’s cracked up to be,
So please say you forgive me,
Put me at peace,
You don’t know what I’ve been through,
The tears the pain,
The regret,
It tortures me,
Please forgive me,
For whatever I did,
I’m sorry, Okay?
Will you wake up and listen to me?!
God, your so cold,
Why won’t you just please open your eyes,
Love, you there?
Wake up, 
Please!


Details | I do not know? | |

house of shame

DONT PUT ME IN THE HOUSE OF SHAME
WHERE IM LEFT TO WALK DOWN MEMORY LANE
CANT HEAR MUCH NOW VERY WELL
TO MOVE MY BODY IT FEELS LIKE HELL

MY THOUGHTS FLASH BACK TO YOU MY SON
WHEN YOU WERE JUST A LITTLE ONE
MY EYES WILL ALWAYS SEE YOU SMILE
AS MY MIND WALKS DOWN MY LAST MILE
SLOW IT IS BUT I DONT MIND
I FEEL YOU HERE ITS NOT YET TIME
THE SMELL IS SWEET LAUGHTER IS STRONG
YOUR ALWAYS WITH ME IN MY NEXT HOME

ILL NEVER LET GO OF YOU MY SON 
ALWAYS REMEMBER I AM YOUR MUM

YOU LAYING THERE I WATCH YOU FADE
THANKING YOU IN SO MANY WAYS
IVE LET YOU DOWN LEAVING YOU HERE
I KNOW IT WAS SELFISH I KNOW IT WAS FEAR
I SHOULD OF DONE A LOT OF THINGS
I KNOW AS U SLOWLY GO
WHEN YOU HAD ME THERE WAS NO ONE 
THATS HOW I KNOW
I HELD YOUR SOFT HAND WATCHED YOU SMILE I KNOW YOU
HAVE TRAVELLED YOUR LAST MILE
I LOVE YOU MUM YOU HAVE TAUGHT ME
THAT SOME THINGS IN LIFE
SOME PEOPLE DONT SEE.LINDA


Details | Light Poetry | |

The Stolen Generations

The tripping lights,the spinning sound,
At long last,the switch was found.

Complicated situations, feeling the vibrations,
Of the numbing sensation of the mind in control
Of this bodyless soul.

Being prodded and poked while being provoked,
My walls came tumbling down,
And I couldn't even make a sound.

This price i'm paying it doesn't seem right.
Is my weight worth gold for whats really being sold?
It's too late she cries, tossing and turning,
Hating her own demise.

Would she have been more wise
If she could have seen,
The hurt in these blue eyes,
The chances that could have been.

I never had a chance to tell my side of the story.
The moments that could have been,
Our crowning moment of glory.

My dreams are shattered, I feel battered and bruised.
I once felt welcomed, now I feel used.

With one last gasp of air, my soul slipped away,
My mummy had her abortion, on my 1st birthday.


Details | Rhyme | |

Jesus Gave His Life

That night when Jesus
went alone to pray.
He knew his death was just 
a heartbeat away.

As he was taken by the 
soldiers that night.
He surrendered without even a fight.

He was soon to be whipped,
ridiculed and scorned.
While so many people watched
sadly and mourned.

“Crucify him” was the cry of
the large crowd.
This cry could be heard ever so loud.

The crown of thorns placed
on his head,
the drops of blood
fell as he bled.

He carried the cross, even though
his body was ripped apart.
This was from a true compassion
and love from his heart.

On the cross, where his body
was nailed and bruised.
Read; “THIS IS JESUS-
THE KING OF THE JEWS!”

As his mother watched, 
she cried and sobbed.
As Jesus committed his spirit
to his father-God.

As they carried Jesus
to the tomb that day,
the crowds were silent—
with nothing to say.

Many had forgotten what
the prophets had said,
3 days later—he would rise 
from the dead.

He taught people his message
of eternal life and love.
Soon to return to his
kingdom above.

It was for you and me 
that our savior came.
He waits for you to
call on his name.

Receive his gift of hope,
love and eternal salvation.
Please do it now—with no hesitation.

His gift of love is for
you to receive.
All you have to do
is simply believe!

By Jim Pemberton
07/25/07


Details | I do not know? | |

Today I Don't Want To Be Me

I don’t understand the state of your hands,
Your eyes look through me and are lifeless.
I can’t turn to the right and I can’t go to the left,
If I close my eyes I want to be somebody else.
But I’m not and I am here,
I wish I was alone with my thoughts.
But they are fading faster than I am,
Why can’t I hear the noise on the street?
I thought your hands would be cold like your eyes,
But they have a warmth that I didn’t want to know.
Please go away,
Please walk the other way.
Please smile and tell me it’s ok
But you are not going anywhere,
It’s only me that is going.

Why is it getting dark when it’s the middle of the day?
I can’t keep my eyes open but I am not sleepy,
My throat hurts; I can hear my heart beat.
I thought I was alone but now I see you are still here,
Are you my friend? 
I don’t remember knowing you before.
But you must be because you are still with me
Now I remember you, now I know who you are.
Please go away,
Please walk the other way.
Please smile and tell me it’s ok
But you are not going anywhere,
It’s only me that is going.

But everything is alright now, 
I feel like I could live forever.
I can hear music playing; I can see lights flashing,
People walking towards me but looking sad.
Hello, will you stop and talk to me?
Why do you walk by and ignore me?
Why are you stopping next to me and shaking your head?
Is this a game, this isn’t funny anymore,
I am here, look, I am alive, and I am not dead.
What are you all staring and pointing at.
I look down and I see me laying there.


Details | I do not know? | |

Just Make It All Stop!!!!

Make it all stop,
the torturing thoughts.

Make it all stop,
the voices, the whispers, the dreams.

Make it all stop,
the kisses, the touching, the feelings.

Make it all stop,
they way you look into my eyes and get me lost.

Make it all stop,
I can't go on like this.

Make it all stop,
put me out of this misery.

Make it all stop,
just let me go.

Make it all stop,
take me now.

Now it is stopped,
I am at peace so it seems.

Just Make it stop,
now forever tortured till eternity facing who I was.


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Ophelia

She was taken away from me, At such a young age, We were just newlyweds, When she fell deathly ill, To an unknown sickness. The doctors could do nothing, But hope that the sickness would pass, Each day; she grew frailer and sicker, Till the sickness consumed her, And she no longer could hold on, And passed on that fateful night. Till this day I still hear her, Begging me between coughs, To stop smothering her with her pillow, Watching her squirm weakly, Until she layed limp, My hands were once so gentle, Now that of a murderer. I felt her heart give way, Heard one last word, Escape her muffled mouth, As she sipped her last breath. Now on this night, She stands before me like a silhouette, A horrid creature of decay, Smelling of death, With blackened eyes, And blue peeling lips. “My dearest Ophelia, Forgive me” I cry, Falling to my knees, Seeing a sneer run across her lips, As she blows ashes into my face, Burning my eyes. “Please I cry” as blood pours like tears, Spilling from my dry throat, Feeling my innards as they burn, As my charred body falls, Falls to the ground in ashes, As I part this world, Into my own hellish torment.


Details | ABC | |

Why Is It That When?

Why is it that?
Going to church make me cringe.

Is it because of the days way back when?
My Grandma would tell me the worlds going to end.

Is it because of years, the last days we live in?
Or is the fear that's triggered by sin.

Is it because of the drums, when the Pastor speaks?
That I might throw up my hands, and dance on my feet.

Is it because of the water, that sets up in the pew?
Your dipped  a sinner, and pulled out clensed and brand new?

Is it because I know, I'll have to live straight?
So when it's my time, I'll enter God's gates.

Is it because of Mother. who just wants to see?
When God comes for them , he'll also take me.

Is it because there's no time, nor a date?
When the sky opens  to wonder your fate. 

Is it because, of the words sent from Heaven up high?
You must love the God that lives in the sky. 

 


Details | I do not know? | |

Hush

Live 
 
well endowed.
 
Stand up,
 
Be proud,
 
like you're floating
 
on a cloud.
 
When you whisper,
 
hush,
 
but whisper loud.
 
Stand out 
 
like a sore thumb
 
in a crowd.
 
 
 
 
Dream vast.
 
Walk slow.
 
Run fast.
 
Kiss passionately.
 
Close your eyes and make it last.
 
Look straight ahead.
 
Leave the past in the past,
 
where it belongs;
 
in the lines of old-fashioned love songs...
 
Right your wrongs.
 
 
When you're sad,
 
cry.
 
When you fly,
 
fly high.
 
Try to touch the sky.
 
Say, "so long",
 
not "goodbye".
 
Throw snowballs in the snow.
 
Plant flowers and trees
 
and watch them grow.
 
Smile
 
at someone that you don't know.
 
Fight the power,
 
but go with the flow.
 
Catch some rays
 
on sunny days.
 
Share some sunshine,
 
and set the world ablaze...
 
Always remember to give praise,
 
even in your darkest hour,
 
you know the phrase,
 
"God works in mysterious ways".
 
Soon it will rain
 
and wash away all of your pain,
 
and only joy and peace and happiness
 
will remain.

Hush


Details | I do not know? | |

My Superman

When will all the pain and heartache go away?
Is this something that I must struggle with every day?
I just wish that things would have been a little different,
Maybe if I would have picked up the smallest little hint.
Maybe he would still be here today,
But now, in a grave is where his lifeless body lay.
I should have made my brother tell me what me what he knew,
I know he was only seven, but what if he knew what my dad would do.
What if I could have stopped by asking just one more time,
Maybe things would have turned out just fine.
If only I would have paid more attention, or loved him more,
Maybe he wouldn’t have questioned what he was living for.
I would giving anything to see him just for one minute,
To run into his arms, to say “this is it“.
Would I have anything to say,
Or would I just turn and walk away?
A daddy is supposed to be his little girl’s hero,
Her Superman, no matter how old she may grow.
Although my dad is gone I love him with all my heart,
I have questions that will never be answered, because from this life he chose to 
depart.
His problems were too big for him by himself,
I guess he had God sitting on an old dusty shelf.
I just wish he would have taken God off that shelf one last time,
Dusted Him off and said “God I need your help one more time.”
If he could hear me I would tell him my sisters and brother are growing up fast,
I wish I would have known that Christmas would be our last.
I would have hugged you just a little longer and tried to remember everything,
The smell of your cologne, your voice, but I didn’t know what that day in January 
would bring.
I didn’t know that it would seem as if my world had come to an end,
At that point everything stood still, time, even the wind.
Now my Superman is gone forever,
But if he can here me, I won’t forget you or stop loving you daddy…not ever.
8/9/04


Details | Rhyme | |

all that i can say

swiftly pierced,
by cupid's loaded bow,
wrapped up in ribbons,
but the bleeding doesn't slow,
winter's breath,
upon a tear streaked face,
leaving icy marks,
of love as thin as lace,
to love the summer sun,
is to give the snow away,
for springs thorns and buds,
to bloom a warmer day,
and when the icy wind,
tore us apart,
you quickly found another,
to warm your long dead heart...


uh... sorry...


Details | Light Poetry | |

Sept 11 Tribute

The years have 
gone by, but it's 
still clear as day.

Recalling painful 
memories, brings 
tears down my 
face.

An act of terrorism 
took a hold on our 
way of life.

Eyewitness news,
while others paid 
with their lives.

Freedom isn't free,
were hated on by 
our enemies.

We're all people 
of flesh and blood. 

Killing each other 
with no remorse. 

How much more 
can we take, united 
as one we will always
reign. 

God watch over us,
baptize us in your 
love.

Let our enemies 
see the beauty of 
life through us.

Let our angels from 
9/11 encourage us,
as we keep their 
memories alive in 
our hearts...

As we reach for 
the stars, in search
for a better tomorrow.

Written by: Poet Shi


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Sincerely Yours,

Dear friend ,

The world means nothing.
Its set in flames.
Even worse we roam with cold hearts trying to look the part,
in this guilded age.

This is something I wish not to be a part of.
I no longer want to be another soul endlessly making
contact with sole and pavement.
I'm striving for abatement. 

For meaning I've always looked at dictionaries.
For significance we've always looked at actions.
So please do take another look and see what this letter is for.

Our education is supposed to be priceless, yet we can't afford it.
Our outlook on life is supposed to be uplifting , yet our vision is always distorted.
Our struggle is supposed to be significant , than why is it our stories won't be recorded?

Does this not trouble you my friend?
We complain about being second rate citizens yet there are those who don't live
but attempt to survive in their homes that are assigned in third world countries since before birth.

Where is the justice if the hearts are starting to turn into just ice?
Wheres the justice if a benevolent man was robbed of their life?
Where's the justice in this non-sense?
I can't see it . All I see is us bracing for a cruel consequence.

Pardon me if I trouble you with the questions you can't answer.

But i've outweighed the pros and the cons of this situation.
I no longer wish to to be just another number in this logorithm of lies. 
I no longer wish to be a variable with no value of his own.
I wish to become the variable that comprehends the absolute value of sincerity.

Real love is that which shows no fear.
Unfortunately I am a coward.
I no longer can love a world that is platinum plated and wishes not to remember
the warmth of a child's smile.

Even the stars wish not to roam on the skies of the falsely lit nights.
Even the moon moans because of how far from her we've drifted.
Even the willos weep when we no longer wish to see them stand and instead
choose them to stand on.

I've outweighed the courage and the fear.
But what I found frightened me further.
What weighed us down the most was indifference.

With that discovery I knew what I had to do.
I must leave and find somewhere where gravity is no longer so heavy.

I know I can't outweigh death for it's a burden that falls on the shoulders of everyone.
I'm truly sorry that i'm a selfish coward 
For I have chosen t