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Details | Narrative | |

The Clouds

THERE HE WAS HOLDING OUT HIS HAND.

My voice=
God, can I hold your hand and go with you?

Gods voice~
My sweet child, it is I who will walk with you now! You walked down my path with and without faith. You took my protection to ease your pain. My shielded wings comfort you during your moments of suffering while your life staggered across the earth... Your love and devotion is what made you strong. Every time your dreams were broken. You managed to build more dreams in their place. You called my name during your happiest and saddest moments. You always ran up to me when you fell behind. Your secrets became our private talks. The key to your heart was always unlocked. I was there during your trials and troubles of tribulations. We could not speak, but it was my light that would not allow you to get weak.

My voice=
Is this that dream of beauty? The one in the book my preacher spoke of. 
Yes! I remember it now it is called paradise. I felt this company once before, Lord.
Many times, I have forsaken this light, and still it never left my door.
I felt it the day I was born, and the day I became baptized in your holy name.
I felt this light before, can you explain it some more? 
Lord pleases clarify that day I fell down to my knees and accepted Jesus as my savior? 
Every day since, I felt as if you stood away and walked on by, allowing me to face my own failures’.  Was my life a waste in this impossible world?"

Gods voice~  
My child, this is the everlasting light you will feel every time your body is re-born onto a new road.  This light never left you. 
My sweet child did you not listen, Matthew *19:26* MY SON looked at them and said, "With man this is impossible, but with ME all things are possible. My child you were not searching for the right answers.

My voice= 
My Lord everyone told me if I prayed you would come. Did I not pray right?

Gods voice~ 
My child sometimes your heart asked for more than life itself, which left questions for someone else.  
At times how could I answer when you shunned heaven away from your eyes?
The obvious question is whether this is the final immersing of your souls disguises.

My voice= 
Lord, I have other questions to ask. 
What should I expect out of my personal sins? My testimonial sits in the palm of your hand.
My mind and my heart's inner core have been wicked since my adolescence days. 
How is it that I am in your promise land?

Gods voice~  
Getting right with me has brought you here!

My voice= 
One more question My Heavenly Father.
Can I see her?  I meant, could I see them? My Daughter, Mother's and Sisters~

by;PD


Details | Sonnet | |

Choices, Voices and Bad Company

Choices, Voices and Bad Company

Bang , bang , gunshots in heated night air sang 
jump back , be careful where you nightly hang
Fun, fun , going where the night action stays
danger waits hidden when nights replace days!

Kick it, kick it, time to chase the gals
beware safety gone if you hang with pals
So carry a shooter , step up your game
name in the paper soon may be your fame!

Hold on, hold on, your future life has game
you grab future rejecting drugs so lame
Stand up , a man that carries his own weight
yield not to greed, lust and all useless hate!

Live on, living to find your star and shine
Live on, love in life ,  love so very fine!

Robert J. Lindley  08-24-2014

Note: A sonnet that presents today's life choices are 
often far more serious when made than young
people can realise. Seeking action and thrills 
always come with a cost. Quite often a deadly cost!
Don't freely decide to get yourself so lost!
Been there, down that, long ago..


Details | Free verse | |

A New Dawn

   After cancer and after surgery 
I returned to work and the [poetry scene
  My eyes have seen the face of death 
 I continue to hope 
that one day the various peoples 
of the world will get along 
  I realize that the tides of peace 
arrange themselves 
   in patterns which are difficult for us to understand 
     After all - we are mortal and fallible 
Yet there strength 
   in all of us 
Which comes forth 
in the most trying of circumstances


Details | Rhyme | |

After Losing A Child

     
     Do you seek me?
     I'm still here!
Look for me in nature,
for my love is growing there.
My messages are written,
in earth and sea and air.

     Do you hear me?
Listen to the song birds,
as each new day is born.
Can't you hear me singing to you,
in the early morn?

     Do you feel me?
When the wind is gently blowing,
or a mist is in the air,
can't you feel me touching you,
and messing up your hair?

     Do you see me?
Glimpse my face in any flower.
Breathe deep the beauty that you see.
And green the grass you walk upon,
I walk along with thee.

     Do you sense me?
Even at times when you cry,
know that I am near.
I'm the finger on your cheek,
tasting every tear.

     Do you search for me?
When you turn to God in prayer,
know in your heart that I am there.





Details | ABC | |

There is a place

There is a place you can go that is full of only love and Warmth .
you will be surrounded by a light that shines from the Heavens ,
Sprinkles of Silver and Gold. 

This place is filled with brilliant colors of Purple , vibrant Gold, all colors.
not one Color is less significant then another ,
for every color is equal here .

This place is surrounded by the beauty of different Flowers.
All flowers have significance here . No one Flower is better then another .
All Flowers are equal here .

It is important you know , you can cry here , and should cry as often as needed .
For  the tears will cleanse your Soul and give the Flowers water to grow.
No  one Tear is insignificant here , every tear has value and not one is better then another .

 money holds no value ,  Where you live , what you own,  has no significance here .

You will be surrounded by a beautiful light that shines from the Heavens .
A shining warm light will encircle you and allow nothing to hurt you . 
Hate will be shed at the door light a old jacket of no use. 

There is a place of beauty and  Worth.
This place will not be found on Earth .
It is a place where no one person is better then another .


Details | Marsiya | |

I'm my Daddy Made Over

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


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

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

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

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

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


Sabrina Niday Hansel



Details | Ballade | |

Everything goes round in circles

Everything goes round in circles.

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

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

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

17 May 2014 @ 0745hrs.












Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Hammer

Who can hear, the mornings call?
The dead dove's body, as it des fall.
Who can see through, the dead man's eyes?
As the burning sun, falls from the skies.

What once was new, has now become old,
What once was alive, has now become cold,
What you believed, was worth a lot,
Is burnt to ashes, in the melting pot.

Let's start again, I hear them say,
Let's start again, another day,
Let's make again, what we made before,
Spill more blood, on the kitchen floor,
Lift the cross, up on the hill,
Load the guns, to fight and kill.

Fight and slaughter, till there's non one left,
Till your mind is empty, your heart is deaf,
You thought that, I was a soldier too,
You thought that I said, I love you,
But I tell you now, and I tell it true,
The angles of heaven, and the angels of hell,
Are riding now, to the ring of deaths bell.

What you thought, was silver and gold,
Are ashes and dust, on the open road,
What you knew was good, what you knew was true,
The hot sun has dried, like the morning dew,
The very memory, of hope and despair,
Is lost in the hole, of your soul laid bare.

The empty hole, behind the clouds,
The music and the laughing crowds,
Are dead and gone, have faded away,
As a new sun rises, on a bright new day,
I tell you now, and I tell you true,
As the hammer of me hits the anvil of you


Details | Free verse | |

Forgotten You

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

A Great POET Dies

Upon the desk the Great Poet’s pen ;  covered in dust, lays unused
The discolored , unfinished POEM speaking, a LOVE never defused
The Great POET’S Soul leaves this earth to live with the Great Divine
Memories of a Great POET’S words , FOREVER embedded in Your mind 
            To die and be remembered for the eons of ALWAYS
Inspired by Light and LOVE : Deborah Guzzi’s Contest : “ My Inspiration “
                                    Dedicated To Carol Brown 
My Inspiration : “ Upon a Great Poet’s Death “ by  “”Carol Brown””


Details | Rhyme | |

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.


Details | Blank verse | |

The Eye

The eye,a sign the 
unwise can't comprehend
  Forged from the world's 
origin,an 
illumination in darkened 
minds,for the 
enlightened ones like 
Leonardo da Vinci,Isaac 
Newton,John Milton....etc.
   The eye is a tree 
with many branches like 
Priory of Scion,Knight 
templars,I.O.G.T,United 
Nations,Masonic 
Lodge,Music industry, 
Politics,global economy, 
etc 
stretching beyond 
human imaginations-felt 
in all corners of earth.
  The world is clothed 
through wisdom from 
above.
   The eye,all seeing 
sign,an invincible 
emblem of power and 
riches to the lion hearted 
and loyal souls.
A seat of influence and 
fame.
  Creating the social order 
through men of power....
  Some see it as a 
curse,others a blessing.
  I feel it,the great eye is 
everywhere watching 
you!


Details | Rhyme | |

The Great Gatsby -school assignment-

Nineteen twenty
A time of prosperity.
Nick the outsider,
Brought into this world of liars.

As He meets Tom and Daisy
He realizes this relationship isn't innocent & free
As Tom see's Myrtle, another affair.
Nick forced to be ensnared.

Invited to a party by Gatsby
He will finally get to uncover his mystery.
Gatsby asks Nick a favor
To meet Daisy later

Now with the pieces in place
This tragedy staring them in the face
With Jordan after Nick
Tom is figuring this out quick.

As Tom realizes Daisy's deceit
George realizes Myrtle's a cheat
With Gatsby falling for Daisy even more
For he couldn't have her because he used to be poor.

As he meets the girl of his past
He finally get's a chance at last.
Not realizing it's to late
He falls for her innocent bait.

While daisy appears innocent
She's actually rotten, Gatsby's just to ignorant.
Closer & closer to the end
The angels are about to descend.

Gatsby and Tom finally meet.
Without being discreet.
Daisy says she used to love tom
Now Gatsby's hope is gone.

Myrtle is killed by daisy
But the blame goes to Gatsby
As George snaps from his wife's murder.
His life is about to go under

As Gatsby relaxes in his pool.
George shoots him like a fool.
Gatsby dead and six feet below,
Yet only three bother to show.

(I got a 100% credit for the assignment; do you think i deserved it? It is supposed to be a slam poem so tell me)


Details | Free verse | |

If Old Men Fought

An old man looking out his door,
gaze fixed on a distant shore,
reminiscing to a time, not of happiness,
or, the prospect of a bright future,
to when he was sick to his very core,
to when as a youth, he went to war

A time before infallibility had meaning,
patriotism and bravado the craze,
the future was still unknown,
vigor for life at its all time high,
a time for romance, partying, buying,
no thought of pain, deformity, dying

Too young to understand or question,
ship to foreign shore, medals abound,
will impress the girls next time in town,
sacrifice not temporary,
forever more,
a legacy etched into a wall, few will remember,
flesh shredded, burned, torn,
families mourn

A time, when he willingly went to war,
will happen no more,
all lost in youth, now unrelenting,
no blind obedience,
minimal risk,
long life, his number one ambition

As he turns back from the door,
he thinks of the youth,
here now, soon no more,
lessons never learned,
the call to war,
to common the roar,
complacency the mood,
another generation removed

The old man agonizes
over what was originally not known,
war is preventable,
life too precious to waste,
the solution simple,
his vision, maybe too late

Send old men to the front to fight,
arthritis, heart disease, poor eyesight,
let the youth enjoy their life,
his near over, its only right

Send old men, to the front, to fight
ask them to give up their life,
patriotism and bravado, still alive,
will and desire would not last the night,
old men do not rush to death in their twilight,
failure inevitable, the old man smiles,
knows he's right

Wars not possible,
if old men, are sent to fight


Details | Rhyme | |

When I Die

When my life has finally left me and my last breath has been shed
And the silver cord is broken and my bodies firmly dead
I shall hover near the body, download the scenes of this past life 
Noting all minutest details rolling backwards past my eyes

I’ll store these scenes ‘til later when I can take the time to learn 
What the lessons have to teach me and help me to discern
How I treated other people, made them happy, made them sad
Examine all my actions, both the good and the bad

Three days later I’ll lose interest as my focus moves away
From the world that I just left behind, there is no need to stay
For a lifetime in the life of man to God is just a day
And my soul as God on the wheel of life must move along its way

I’ll take the download with me as I move into first heaven
It’s the first stage in the afterlife, in number there are seven
Here I’ll see and feel the good things that to others I have brought
And revel in the feelings of the kindness that I wrought

I will store these in my seed atom so in future lives I’ll know
They’re the things that I must multiply for my souls’ conscience to grow
For the conscience is the souls’ voice that guides you day by day
That still small voice that warns you in what you do and say

When that’s done my view will shift then to the things that I did bad
To the hurt I did to people that left them feeling sad
I will feel their pain intensely, ten times worse when in this field
For I’ll be purely spirit now with no flesh for a shield

These painful lessons will imprint upon my seed atom as well
In some religions we are told our soul’s in everlasting hell
In the stages of the afterlife, this is your punishment in heaven
This is the third and the most painful of the total seven

The Grim Reaper now has visited with his scythe so I will know
Through natures Law of Consequence I will reap what I did sow
He has shown me all my misdeeds and caused me many tears
And this purgatorial experience may last for twenty years

When my suffering soul recovers and the pain has died away
And I’ve incorporated the lessons to never act this way
In future lives I’ll be a better man from these lessons I have learned
One step closer to perfection that my growing soul has earned

Now I can sleep, Oh peaceful sleep, a state of heavenly rest
I’ll dream the dreams I love in life, of things I love the best
All desires that my soul has yearned, not a thing I can’t create
In the Great Silence of the spirit world to help me concentrate

The colors are much brighter, the scent of flowers more sublime
The senses are much sharper, there is no sense of time
I will see all other people as pure souls just like me
And I’ll know we’re all evolving to the bliss of eternity

I will hear the mystic music of the planets as they pass
Like a thousand singing angels, heavenly peace has come at last
Every planet sings its own song, we’ve grown deaf to this below
But in this super consciousness we’re in the eternal flow

I’ll be with my friends and family and others whom I love
The ones who left before me and currently live above
There they wait with arms wide open and rejoice when I arrive
In the fourth stage where I now live, it’s utter joy to be alive

I’ve incorporated my lessons, I now recall my goal
And my mind begins to focus on further growth of my soul
I must make further preparations and my vision starts to clear
I feel I must keep moving forward for all my works done here

I now have gone through five and six, there is just one more 
In years it’s been from birth to birth one hundred forty four
The time has come to move along and leave this place called heaven
Prepare for life in the physical world, I move to number seven

My soul has gathered the material, I now know what I must do
To make some more improvements in the places I need to
I must take another body, I must live another life
To grow and liquidate more karma though it means more pain and strife

I build an archetype of the body that in future I will form
When embodiment is offered, and I can be reborn
I will see the opportunities and be able to discern
The ideal embodiment for me when the right egg meets the sperm

I will hover near the fetus, influencing where I can
And I’ll have the power to make it be a woman or a man
I will help to build the body to suit the lessons I must learn
To overcome more issues so more advancement I can earn

When baby takes its first breath and my soul is taken in
With the imprint of my seed atoms that it has brought within
Now the babys’ atoms resonate to my seeds vibration rate
Making it the perfect body for my soul to habituate

The new body will be my new home, I will live a life anew
Gain experience, learn more lessons, through the things that I will do
I’ll apply the added knowledge that I learned in this past life
More evolved than in the last one, and cause me less pain and strife

This will happen just as often as required by the soul
As it pushes ever onward, pushing ever t’ward its goal
Of complete re-integration back from whence it came
To the universal soul of life no matter what its name

Nature is not personal, it does not seek revenge
If we mess it up we have the chance to do it all again
We arrived here by this process, nothing’s changed it’s still the same
But our souls have evolved immensely since we stepped into the game

We started out as fallen angels with no experience on this plane
We’ve grown to this by coming back again and again
Though we cannot remember for each conscious mind has died
The feelings in the soul remained in our subconscious mind

And so this is the story of the cycle of the soul
As it struggles through evolution on its way toward the goal
It’s this way for all unfailing, from natures law there’s no relief
All living things go through it, no matter their belief


Details | Free verse | |

Last Kiss

Open your eyes to the ever turning skies 
I want to here with me through the night 
My heart yearns into your soul 
Burning as if newly lit coal 
I bravely submerg the embers 
That the time I have can be spent with you 
And I remember each kiss every moment 
I was caught in your love that for just this day I remember 
So what happened was a chance for your love 
A time that I kept in a locket tied with a kiss 
 I wanted you to feel, to love, to slumber 
And to awake in my arms with that times kept bliss 
I lay silient in an umber


Details | Ballade | |

This cosy love

This cosy love

In guess I could rave on, and on
About every little thing
I could write about those sensual things
And the way our two hearts sing
When we lie there together
But it's so much more have we
We have this thing together
All filled with mystery.

You be the grand earth mother
As me, I be the child
You're ways are from the earth itself
You're tame where I'm still wild
Everything's so practical
With you, but not with me
Oh yes, we two be opposites
And yet I love you madly.

And even now, at seventy
There's nothing really changed
You're still the perfect lady
And you still think me strange
But I'm always going to love you
Just the way that you love me
And even when these shells are gone
This fact shall always be.
23 September 2013 @ 0530hrs


Details | Acrostic | |

The Message

I'm not the greatest of all-times, but when I'm done, I'll be an all time great in this lifetime of mine Like the late great who came before my time I will breed a new lifeline, that will breathe life like march of dimes My story lines, will bring truth life; like troops who fight Overseas, for rights of those who believe that death is life Now that ain't right! As the rich is getting richer, eating fillet me-non, while we barely feeding our appetite Night after night Survival has waged a war that gave us no choice but to battle and fight Although, we'll be all right They say we a dying breed, but that ain't right Instead we're the light to a lying greed That will enlighten life to a brand new seed A man of God indeed Freed from the Son that bleeds Like the summer breeze He's the sum that equals the amount of air I breathe The air that please A satisfaction like the birds and the bees My word's words are the keys That will fornicate with the mind and give birth to a seed A seed of social change, that'll change our social economy So shall our comradery That will bring comfort to a struggling society A synonym...similar to a civilization seeking for unity Unifying the physics of theory That seeks to explain the synopsis of a dying philosophy Similar to the Cosby X-cept my scrip-tic will speak more about our reality Like life's calamity And everything else in life that's destroying us systematically However, I've discovered a system That can mathematically destroy ignorancy And turn our state of mind intellectually I elect that He (God) selects me to be And be that man who may lead this community So that they (My Peoples) may commute with me En-route to a destination, destine towards our destiny Like we were destine to be We were meant to be "Great" like the late great that came before we. Because we are... The reflection where perfection gave birth to the definition of greatness Where great means Competent, Skilled, Well Informed, and Tremendous Our potentials are endless And only we not even the enemy can put an end to this So it's time we put a stop to this The biggest enemy of self And that's envy and jelousness Cause after this is Heaven or Hell and that's all there is A promised made sealed with a kiss Knowing this Is the next best thing since "In the beginning" In the first chapter of the first verse in Genesis!


Details | Ballad | |

Destruction

Destruction.

The silent sound of a falling tree
The oil that chokes the dying sea.
They push our planet to its ruin.
These foolish powers, what are they doing?
A tree it falls, to a sorry end.
My mystic tree, my dearest friend.
Oh how I loathe the things they do
They’re taking life from me, and you.

As men get rich with worthless things
Through the damage that greed does bring.
They spill their slime each place they go
As in their wake destruction grows.
With seas a dying, choked of life
As grey green slime be causing strife.
Sea creatures cry and scream with fear
As the planet dies but greed won’t hear.

The ozone layer be growing sick
As populations grow so thick.
The green folk try to combat greed
But their advice those powers don’t heed.
This thing weighs heavy in the air.
The tower crumbles but they don’t care.
This Planet dies I love so well
As mankind paves, its way to hell.

18 May 2014 @ 1142hrs


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The Duchess Of Paradise

She's highly sophisticated and full of undefiled wisdom
Yet a crowned Duchess in a paradise kingdom
Quite a beautiful angel flying with black wings
Covered in gold jewelry and precious things
She dresses like the women of ancient Egyptian class
Her wealth is generous and her money grows like grass
She loves orange scented candles with dark room flame  
She rules thirty legions of soldiers and Bune is her name
Her comely warrior voice can wake and relocate the dead
Her armies of soldiers gather around the cemetery
She is brave and deserves a princessly crown on her head
Her facility of speech and flair for words is legendary
A beautiful queen to be treated with respect and honor
Instead of blasphemy,wanton abuse and fictional horror


Details | I do not know? | |

Untitled-Free Thoughts-Rap

Oh well here I go again, 
wishin for a dream that I could be wrapped in, 
entrapped in, 
torn away from addiction, 
destroy the tele… 
vision they strive to force upon you, 
its all false but you know I’m true. 
They will not protect you when you scream your broken cries, 
they are merely evil faces of masked men behind illuminati eyes 
with which they hypnotize, 
brainwash you with their lies. 
I've got those deep thoughts pouring in, 
all the roads I've traveled down
conditions I have traveled in 
here in my pretty town, 
the 910 deserves a crown. 
East Coast I'm representing, 
I promise you I am not venting. 
High on that purple haze, 
And still haven't slept for days, 
excuse these bloodshot eyes
with a krispy kreme glaze, 
some will try to say its just a silly phase...
My mind is so graphic, 
use words like special tactics, 
unmistakable like D'Jango, 
or a peace signs' angle, 
destroy the crave for war and struggle, 
no need to explain all the trouble, 
with places burstin’ into rubble, 
Rebel! Rebel! We’ll show ‘em hell! 
I’ll be fightin’ when I'm dead, 
kick and scream till my blood is shed, 
let authorities know the message will be spread! 
Put on a show with a little bit of passion 
or the bad things will continue to happen.
Get the love through your head, 
all this hatred should be dead, 
what I'm saying must be said, 
before the gauge goes into red. 
With vocabulary this brilliant makes a female more vigilant, 
like brothers boston what I speak 
my words alone will make you weak, make you faint, 
Like blood spilled by hands of a vigilante saint, 
trust me lifes too short,
you dont have the time my young cohort, 
wait until your words make an enemy
cause their threatened by the uncertainty 
that you will make it this far 
make a point unlike this war
next thing you know you see ‘em sweat
words fresh like paint drippin with purpose, 
makin ‘em wet.  
I finger paint a master piece with a just simple rhyme, 
just don't pull your piece on me just let me speak, my mind, 
while I unwind, rewind all this blasphemy, 
continential catastrophe, 
I may have to beg and plead so that my boys can rest in peace 
sorry for the interruption, 
don’t blame me for the corruption, 
for now I'll put my words at ease, 
hope you told someone you loved them today and that it wasn't a white lie, 
just a tease.

04.27.2013


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Living in fear

Living in fear

Most of us, we live in fear
So much anxiety
Is hiding there within our psyche
And this will always be
Because we do not know what happens
When it comes to our dying day
We can say that we believe in God
But do we? All the way???

As death comes close, the fear will grow
Because we do not know
We have never looked within
And seen the inner glow
And other people’s words won’t do
They be not our own truth’s
Anyone can talk the talk
What we really need is proof.

But should we look into ourselves
And ask ourselves this thing
‘Who is this entity called me’?
Much peace these words might bring
Cause this is where the truth is hid
It takes away all fear
Then peace and harmony will come
And the answer will be clear.

19 February 2014 @ 0917hrs.






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Distillery I rented from John Stienbachs ghost

                    It was a moment in time 
                  a fate of inspiration gifted 
            I believe I was lifted a destiny in writing 
                I would vibrantly pursue .
             Renting a cottage once in Monterey Bay
           this cottage special in some way
          
            The very minute moving.. I felt a presence 
                      giving me no serenity , no rest 
                            feeling I were a quest ~

                 After desiring this home so                            
                      telling the Realtor ~ I made a mistake     
                     She told me be calm ~
                        many have said this before you 
                               ~ this haunt was not a new 

                  For once lived a Writer ~well respected Gent
               His cottage a distillery during the time of prohibition.

                  Many Gents and Ladies came to this cottage 
                      unlawfully gamble & drink through the night
                    Who would think , Doc Ricketts in Cane & Hat
                               it was a party by moon light  ~
                      
                              In the back a distillery hidden in a old shed
                                    many Alcoholics were fed ~
 
                         The ghost popular quite the Ladies man ~
                                I was honored while feeling displaced  

                                 For those who have not read my poems 
                                    ~   and this may be new. 
                                          This really happened ~
                      The ghost of John Steinbach rented me his home True
                                   
 

                  Yvette & The ghost of John Steinbach's  , Teamwork  9/14/2013 
    


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Turn on your light

Turn On Your Light.

Turn on your light

Turn on your light
Light the velvet softness of your night
You might have felt that breath of sweetest power
In that silver moon
That paints the twilight hours
Have you ever felt that mystic pull
That takes you from the smallest flower 
To melt into the all.

I sometimes stand there staring at the sea
As each wave reaches out to destiny
To fade and then to come back
So another wave might form
To be destroyed
Then to be reborn….

Turn on your light
Pass no judgment, who’s to say what’s right?
 No need for this when light is shining bright
Have you felt such magic
Have you felt that pull
It’s something that must happen to each fool
He must learn how to melt into
The silence of the all.

The secrets they be wrote within your soul
Seek them out and let them make you whole
Each flower it must bloom then die
So know your precious I
Must be destroyed
To be reborn… 


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If I should die right now

If I should die right now

If I should die right now
I wouldn’t even stir
As death would take me by the hand
And make the mind a blur
All that is and ever was
Is in this moment ‘now’
Oh, what have I to grieve about
The force will live somehow.

When lost within this now
There’s nothing can be wrong
No matter what the circumstance
I’m me, And I belong
To everything and anything
There’s naught to fade away
Though I know not how to speak of this
I know not what to say.

If I should die right now
The mind would fill with fear
But somewhere there’s a truth in me
That makes it all so clear
Immortal is the core of me
I know it always will be
The one that cannot ever fade
I am this one 
I am me.


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The poet

The Poet.

Once there lived a poet
In an up and coming town
Where there mostly lived the rich
Though the poor they too were found.
And our young poet was poor indeed
Though his poetry was rich,
But no one saw there any value
Nor it's power to bewitch.

He was starving in a land of plenty
In the springtime of his life.
He lived in a hovel, dark and dim
And his health did give him strife.
But he wrote his words of magic power
Though he knew that he was dying.
And no one stopped to think of him
No one, for he was crying.

So as the last breath left his lungs
He lay a man alone.
He yearned to look through the roof above
As he thought of the nights he'd known,
When stars shone in those clear dark skies
Like twinkling, winking gems.
Then the angel touched him on the lips
He was going home again.

Two hundred years on down the track
His monuments be countless.
And everywhere his poems be read
His name it has been blessed.
How cruel be mankind’s ignorance
When wisdom's cast aside.
As fools they yearn for the gold that glitters
And beauty be denied.

Feb 16 2004.


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The God of love

The God of Love.

I watch the world, my heart cries out
"Oh Lord what be they doing?
They crush the rose with jackboot feet
As karma be accruing
As people fall like autumn leaves
As the old earth sucks them in
As they're blown to bits or slowly starved
Through all of wars grim din.

And no one sees the flowers grow
Or hears the sweet bird song
Or gazes at the clear blue sky
Or feels that they belong
as the whisper deep within them speaks
And tells of peace on Earth
No one seeks that golden flower
Or knows just what life's worth.

And does the God of love look down
Through all of powers noise?
As he watches all those people die
Is there any other choice?
And does he know this carnage
Be done in his good name?
Does it make him very, very sad
To watch our human games?

 2002


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The Silent Lamb

The silent bell rings in the night,
Calling the devils to kneel to the light,
What once was, becomes no more,
As the light breaks through the open door.

What you think and what you feel,
What you saw and thought was real,
Is now only dust on the road,
The desolate remains of your ancient abode.

The new light is rising on the hill,
The new song is singing down in the well,
The new souls are dreaming of your face,
The new hearts are beating at you pace.

The old ideas and reasons you gave,
Are buried in the tomb and in the grave,
The rotting bone and flesh are gone,
In the morning dew, in the morning sun.

The light shines through the open door,
Casts no shadow on the old dirty floor,
The ancient laws of reason and might,
Crumble to dust in the morning light.

What once was real and certain as rock,
Is now the dream the baby forgot,
The new light coming to wake you my love,
The silent lamb and the flying dove.

more of my poems at :
http://labyrinthoflies.com


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Doors Will Open

Doors will open, doors will close
Poetry could rhyme or end up like prose

Doors will open, doors will close
Life is hard, life is easy – everyone knows

Doors will open, doors will close
Poetry is dark…poetry is light – every word flows

Doors will open, doors will close
Death is kind…death is cruel – life has its highs and lows 

Doors will close, doors will open
Life is tiresome…life gives you adrenalin 

Doors will close, doors will open  
Poetry could be lovely…or gloomy; invite positivity in 

Doors will close, doors will open
Death is troubling…death is peaceful…a new life shall begin 

Doors will close, doors will open
Poetry is depressing…poetry is uplifting…
Writing’s a success from deep within
That everyone wants to win!! 

Doors will open
Everyone – come on in! 


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Pondering on death

Pondering upon death


Sometimes I sit alone, and ponder
On the phenomenon of dying
Because this be a fact of life
It gets most people crying
Some say ‘It’s the fear of death’
Some say ‘the fear of life’
But each of us must face the fact
 Without no worry, or strife.

I don’t believe that childish stuff
About heaven and Hell
Neurotic fears don’t come to me
In fear I do not dwell
In fact I have a fascination
Which grows, as death draws near
There’s a kind of strange excitement too
Though why, is not quite clear.

My soul tells me that when I go
My essence will flow out
And join the breeze, the flowers, the trees
And all the joy about
In peace and harmony I’ll float
Until another story
Does take me to another place
Another road to glory.

15 March 2014 @ 1512hrs.


Details | Couplet | |

The prison of the keys

And now I've lost my papers,
My passport and my wife,
The very essence of
My identity and life.

My bank account is empty,
My cloths and garments sold,
My skin and bones are ashes,
Spread thin on the open road.

My old car's broken down,
No wheels to touch the floor,
The motor been dismantled,
Stripped clean down to the core.

The bailiffs and the policemen,
Have emptied my abode,
The promises I made you,
Have been auctioned out and sold.

The love I hold within me,
Is all that I now have left,
The rest is bleak illusion,
The bind man and the deaf.

The imaginary people ,
I thought were my friends,
Have left the scene forever,
As the road of life does bend.

And now I stand alone,
Upon this lonely hill,
I gaze upon the meanings,
The years have silently killed.

In the roaring storms of thunder,
In the lightning in the night,
In the whispering of the children,
In the white doves lonely flight.

In the dust of many ages,
That has settled on my soul,
In the ashes of my humanity,
That has filled my begging bowl.

The ancient breeze is blowing,
Calling me to my knees,
To behold the light within me,
In the prison of the keys.

more at http://labyrinthoflies.com


Details | Rhyme | |

Dusk at the Quay

Dusk at the quay

The dusk is here, down by the sea
A summer’s day, a nice cool breeze
And as the sun be sinking lower
A silence with it’s awesome power  
Descends on all for each to hear
As I feel the breath of God, so near.

The boats all anchored in the quay
They look so sleepy now
They wave and bob upon their beds
As the breeze touches their sails
They sit there sleeping till the morn
Then wake up gleaming with the dawn.

What is it then about the dusk?
That brings this silence on
What brings this sense of mystery?
When the sun it soon be gone
When crashing waves may hit the sand
All done with the aid of God’s firm hand.

I sit and watch the Sun go down
It’s the mystery of death
I see it sink then disappear
There’ll soon be nothing left
For the Sea does rob him of his light
He’ll come back, though, with morning light.

14 September 2013 @ 0642hrs.


Details | Quatern | |

Your Only Friend

     YOUR ONLY FRIEND       
Out of the night she's called for you
and raised you from a restless sleep
into the life you're going through,
into the life you can not keep.

She's known by all, her name is Death,
you see her, then you realize,
she is your very final breath
and you have seen it in her eyes.

You look again, to clear your head
but truth is truth, and now you know,
your book is finished, it is read,
and now it's time to go.

So long you wondered who she was
if she would ever be a friend,
but now you see the love she does,
and it is there beyond your end.

She whispers all the things you've done
and sings them in her song
each rising star, each setting sun,
it all played out, but played out wrong.

And there is nothing here for you,
so welcome her, she is your end,
and go to where you must go to
to know sweet Death, your only friend.
        ©  ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet


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Dawn is breaking

Dawn is breaking

Willie wagtail in my garden 
Sings a very special song
Telling me the sun is coming
Dawn will break soon, won’t be long
It’s dark outside with full moon shining
But soon the light will show its face
Green parrot makes his bell like music
How his song has so much grace

Kookaburra, he is laughing
Something funny has touched him
Could he be laughing at us human’s
With all our wars and crazy din?
Spring is just around the corner
And all of nature seems to know
As I sit here in the morning
My world it has a special glow.

Now the world has gone all silent
Waiting for the dawn to break
Soon the chorus is beginning
Singing just for loves own sake
All the birds will join the chorus
And my heart will start to sing
How I love these life soaked mornings
Such joy to me they always bring.

25 August 2013 @ 0631hrs.




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The Settlement of the Four Ligures

The stones slipped through the great fingertips of God
Each ligure staked its existence on the four corners of the universe
The quadrivial region began to spin and pull into a sphere
And pathways revealed their footholds 

The fourth ligure bravely landed in the midst of history
So that one day the future settlement of the second 
Would be moved by the last—by the past
Suffering much it stayed
Manifesting in incandescent words
Thrusting evanescence upon the weak
Selfless, it's sorrow would move the merriest
Would move the unmovable

The third lies in the profound valley of mystical guardians
Star-recruited, they are the very light above the canvas of gray
They embrace the stone—are inspired by the stone  
The very reflection of their creator was evident
Upon their unremitting glimmers
Unafraid to stare the others down
Motivated and construed by the glower of death
Eyes move fixedly beyond the simple vast

The second ligure rested upon the shoulders of invisible martyrs 
The hopeful power it planted on the sufferers was unbelievable
For spectators used their disbelief to cover their ever-placed envy
They never were part of the battle—they merely watched
Always seeing truth
But they never quite absorbed
Like a rock hitting the water
The inevitable fate was to fly and sink

The first of the ligures settled in the very reservoir of Satan himself
Even the very heart of the devil is marked
Though rebellion embarked  
The cold stone landed upon his naked bosom
He despaired not to the pericopal truth the gods had bestowed upon him
He merely despised it
But wished not to lose it
For such a stone to fall upon that dark corner—he felt pride for the gracious wound

In truth, there are twelve ligures of stone 
And four were dispersed, dropped into the universe
The last eight the great Eternal wears upon his breastplate 
And only He can re-move these ligures

-July 20, 2013-
-For Shadow Himilton's Any Subject Contest-
-Thanks for the inspiration-


Details | Epic | |

Introduction

hello my friend, stranger walk by,
borrow a moment, spare me your lie,
through pen of the narrow and mist of an eye,
below absolute zero, someone will die;
sentence to rambler, apple hereby,
flute of the meadow, mandrake will cry,
in front of the riddler second might try,
get out of here mortal,
exit near by-e.

angry as he strike out his pen,
get out of here demon, get out of this den,
in thousands of years how long has it been,
when scriptures wear sandals;
on meadow you land, many bear seasons,
stakes shall bend, lantern still burning,
your letter is send.


Details | Ballad | |

Listen

Listen to the buzzing, in your ears,
Listen to the humming, of your fears,
Listen to the baby, crying inside,
Listen to the pleading, in your lover's eyes.
Listen to the music, you have never played,
Listen to the sinner, who's never been saved.
Listen to the empty, silence of your mind,
Listen to the whispers, of man kind.
Listen to the never, heard nor seen,
Listen to the listener, who has never been.
Listen to the monkey, you know you really are,
Listen to the wise man, who's never been that far.
Listen to the dying, crying man,
Listen to the bottle, buried in the sand.
Listen to meaning, you never really meant,
Listen to the letter, you never really sent.
Listen to the lovers, who loved another one,
Listen to the brothers, torturing their mum.
Listen to the noisy, who never say a thing,
Listen to the silent, crying deep within.
Listen to the never, ever really said,
Listen to the dead man, laying in his bed.
Listen to the flying, dying man,
Listen to the solid, only made of sand,
Listen to the night time, they told you that was day,
Listen to the meaning, they stole an took away.
Listen to the singer, who never made a sound,
Listen to the thunder, in the lightning cloud.
Listen to the voices, you never hear within,
Listen to the last train's whistle, whistling.


Details | Free verse | |

spectacles

Show me who you are and i shall paint out broken columns on the valleys of her back as if such figure is un-common
i have found no beauty bending as the vines that are her hair and the frailty of man upon her back is what she bares
bleed her body for the harvest let them feast upon her soul for the nurishment of mother is leaps beyond so bold
she is like the flower growing in the deepest of dark forests,amongst the ivy and hemlock but her skin is much too porous
to concern herself with games that tantalize the men, as they marry on crusade it is her children that she tends
sheath your swords with her ambition and tip your arrows with her will, craft your armour from her strength and in the battle you will kill
come now children from the pasture and lay each upon her side, suckle gently at your mother although theirs pain she does not hide
though the water leaks from rooftops her leaves are thick and block the rain, as the water level rises cling to her branches with no shame
she is the stone upon the beach, once a mountain pound and breached
yet still her disposition clear to love her children that are near

inspired by Roots Frida Kahlo, 1907-1954


Details | Epigram | |

Like A Sytematic Automatic Replay

This record player has a switch
Then there is the pitch and ditch


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

HELP HER UP

written 2nd Aug 2013



This life is not as it should be
 pick up your wife, can't you see 

You're her husband, stand up!
 give her a reason, to again believe

She means 'everything'....to this family
 shutting the door leaving her totally... Alone

Do you actually know her at all...
 damaging her heart and soul, deep within it's cold

Loneliness consumes her, it's been so long
 it must be asked...do you still love her?

Are you willing to help her to her feet again?
 or shall you sit back and watch, as she see's the end

This is completely left for only you, her husband to declare
 how much does she really mean to you...do you still care?

Will you step up, or let her rot into total depression, you see it...
 Love and care, or death and dispirit

It's all up to you!
 Her loving husband, what will you do.....


Details | Ballade | |

When the moment comes

When the moment comes

When the moment comes
That I’m bound to leave this shell
Whether I go to Heaven
Or to some a fiery hell
Or even if I float around 
In limbo till forever
When that moment comes
If folk all get together….

I hope that they will speak of me
With some kind of respect
Because at some time in my life
On me I did reflect
And asked forbidden questions
Though I never followed none
I did learn at the deepest level
That all of us are one.

This is what I did find out
By searching deep within
That if one hurts another soul
This be no way to win
It’s just themselves, that they be hurting
There is no separation
I hope that when I leave this shell
This will be my revelation.

19 December 2013 @ 1110hrs.


Details | Ballad | |

The mustard seed

A mustard seed

Our savior told a story
In his usual way
He tried to make folk understand
As he did on many a day.
He said with voice all soft and calm
“What be it like? God’s heaven
What story can I use today
How can I tell you then?”

“It be like what happens then
When a mustard seed
Is planted there beneath the soil
It be so small indeed
“And yet” he said “once it be planted
So large the tree does grow
And spreads its branches all around
Gives shade where birds can go”

Our Lord, he used these stories
When he did talk to folk
And all that then could understand
They gained from words he spoke
He told folk naught without these stories
Yet to his twelve disciples
He explained then everything
To them he told it all.

2005





Details | Rhyme | |

Live To Be Timeless

They say that life is short

With different lengths for everyone 

Some are gone before they start living

And some before they are done


Some live for the day, Some live for the month

Some live to be timeless, and second to none


With a path on each side

Motionless at a crossroads

Not knowing which step

Would lessen the load


Do it tomorrow

Leave it til later

Put it off for now

The stalling gets greater


Some live for the day, Some live for the month

Some live to be timeless, and second to none


How can I live

Without having regret

And be content

On the day I meet death


Tomorrows troubles 

Still far away

Takes away my happiness

And my smiles for today


Some live for the day, Some live for the month

Some live to be timeless, and second to none


Plans that are large

The height of one's dreams

Could distance you from the now

Then the now can't be seen


The night follows the day

As the day follows the night

Try and live in each

Of the moments in sight


Some live for the day, Some live for the month

Some live to be timeless, and second to none


I may be taken tomorrow 

My life could disappear

Not afraid of tomorrow

I'll handle it when it's here


But today I'm alive

And I've overcome my fears

And I'll reach for that star

Every day of all my years


Some live for the day, Some live for the month

Some live to be timeless, and second to none


Details | Free verse | |

Street Rat Confessions

A.T. Throw down quick a beat
so hot it melts ya lips so ya can't speak
teach em to pray 
Make em hope it'll rain
cool off the flames burstin' from my name
Every day they're talking shit
Swearin they know how to spit
Pop pop bang bang
Glocks checking off another name
Tick tock run run from the cops
Killing brothers in the heat
close their eyes they'll never speak
Heavenly message must I repeat
Close your ears pretend you don't hear
The phone ringing off the hook
While you're thinking of another brother 
layin' dead in the street
Leave a message at the beep

--------- Hello, this is God
You'll now suffer suffer suffer
For etern-ity-tee-tee

Hold the Ace press the gun to your face
Wake up --- scream 
Just a nightmare just a dream
His empty eyes whisper your name 
You wonder why you cant escape the shame
Wish you would take his place
Drink another beer -- now forget to steer 
Its time for confession 
No more repression 
Or must we take you to your childhood
A classic case of regression 
Loveless pressing the question


Details | Free verse | |

My cobain smile

I want to drown my urge to die
I want to kill my pulse inside
I can't breathe, I'm paranoid
Everything in life I avoid

Don't speak to me, I'll look away
Inside my eyes is just decay
 I'm already dead, but have yet to die
Why do I keep my body alive

My soul is dead, eyes are lies
So is the smile I hide behind
Pull the plug, I'm a fake
In a nightmare and I cannot wake

Drown me! I'm flooded in pain
Please help me regain
Some peace, some rest 
I want to die to live again

Set me free 
Slitting my wrists isn't working
The more stares I get
The more I become numb
I just need to be gone
Eliminate my pain, 
I'm already out of breath 
Suffocating on my hopelessness

Every day I am alive 
But I'm craving to die inside
Curved smile because your so naive
You think I'm happy 
Yet I'm being crushed
My head is overflowing 
With these thoughts that are too much

One word, suicide
Sparks a light inside of my eyes

I don't want to pretend to live
Let me go, flood me in sin
There is where I want to swim
Six feet under the ground

Don't be selfish 
And keep me in pain
To tourture my lifeless body again
Let my body float soundly
Rushing water, ocean salt
I promise I won't feel it at all.

End it, hold me under 
Then bury me so I can slumber
Goodbye lifeless eyes
As I'm dying I'll be coming alive
Haunting images 
Deleted from my mind
Laughing 
As I leave this world behind

Water 
Floods my lungs 
Death 
Leans in for a kiss

Together we sink into insanity
And drown in infinitys abyss. 


Details | Quatrain | |

The Robbery

Rob me of my purity,
But once again it's all my fault;
Fell into the trap of false promises
Because I pressed play instead of pause.


Details | Free verse | |

A Concert For Death In My Symphonic Life

At night I like to look to the sky and remember the lost ones by whom I'm inspired The angels Rena, Toni, Jeromiah, and David all showed me something, how can I repay them? My heros whos lives, troubled like mine yet never once did they ever fail to shine even as they thought they mattered not I noticed the love for the life through they fought every time they woke from the bed until one by one, my heros, fell dead When I remember, even though, ago long, I look to the heavens, and sing them a song. I feel them smile, and clap for another I give it all my love, like I do Teddy and Randy, my brothers who pulled me out of the hole in my head and gave me the strength to carry the dead into my concert, a symphonic life for its what they give me, when we get lost in the night.


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Repeat

This is a collaboration I had been working on with a friend a while back. We might change the title. Her name is Rebecca Larkin. She started the poem with the first line and from there we switched back and forth. Wrote it at the beginning of the year sometime; forgot to date it, oops! Anyway, enjoy! ------------------------------------ Like dust in the wind, we are doomed to repeat ourselves Mingling past with present, we collect on the grimy shelves Of past’s hard keep, falling on repeat We gain from the pain and strange bittersweet Taking in the reality-split dreams The etching pangs of truth bursting at the seams With every glistening drop of clarity We engorge on the reliefs of now—a rarity Thoughts pool in a sludge of black, gleaming like oiled silk Denials spread like fires; saturated, we bilk Pain and tragedy strike their resonating, dissonant chords A darkness and sadness we can only desperately afford Pain. . .strife. . .repetitious like a swinging pendulum Achingly perfected rhythms gainst the beating death drum Slivers of silvery hope shine through darkened clouds Only to be covered again in menacing, smoky shrouds Faith is left dying in a pit of despair As the rest of emotion looms helpless in the air. . . Nothing seems fulfilling anymore The replay button fools my mind and cuts me to the core Round and round it goes again like the jagged tick of a clock Striving for purpose—screaming for love to find the lock But only silence escapes, beneath the skin torn lips- nothing remains The aftermath of quietude aches, scraping against endless pains hope falls away into a deplorable state; waiting—hoping—for resurrection And the painful power of truth is forced to gaze at its reflection Questioning whatever has happened to faith and belief? And why are the cliffs of sorrow so steep? Like settling dust we merge our present with the past Leaving the future on the shelf—too empty—too vast Squandering the sand of time with nothing left, nothing left


Details | Couplet | |

papa last words

When papa wanted to pass on
Though only God knows the unknown

But papa this day spoke like he knows
It's time and he will soon go

Lying in the field with me by his side
'My son, listen my son' he breathed when he slid

Yet papa had his soul with him by then
'Don't lift me up, just find me paper and pen'

"We met and trade in this world
And so we'll live it" he scribbled


Details | Rhyme | |

The Bridged Breach

A demised man without
Jesus is dead.
So also living soul without
Jesus.
Jesus manifested
for purposes,
What purposes?
The hopeless.                 
to receive hope,
To set the captives free,
Destroying forces 
Of darkness.
With thirty pieces;he
Manifested.
Dark forces defeated.
Our sins forgiven,sure
Access to the father.
Breach in Adamic time,
Put in oblivion by lasting
Bridge-
access granted.
His love is lasting.
The death of Jesus!
Lo He has resurrected!
He lives!


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Strings

If I hold on to strings,
That tend to slip away,
Does that mean I love things,
That I know will never stay?
If I hang on to a love, 
that just holds me down,
Does that mean that my wings,
Won’t get me off the ground?
If I hold on to lies,
That I only half believe,
When I look in your eyes,
Will you look back at me?


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Signs

The signs are here, for all to see,
The thunder clouds, the dying tree.
The shining lights, that draw you near,
Loud heavy music, in your ear.

By word of mouth, or through cyber space,
The hidden pictures, of your face,
The northern lights, are dancing south,
The rumours you hear, by word of mouth.

The sign are falling, from the sky,
Raining stars, on the passers by,
While the battle rages, on underground,
The innocent dying, without a sound.

The cries of heaven, the screams in hell,
That no one hears, down in this well,
The terrible beauty, the open wound,
The innocent babies, in open tombs.
For all to see, for all to hear,
The blind man's painting, the deaf man's ear.

The birds are falling, the fishes drowned,
What once was up, has now become down,
The tender and loving, an empty shell,
The gross and the ugly, now the rallying bell.

The signs are here, for all to see,
Titanic sinking, on a blood red sea.

More poems at http://labyrinthoflies.com


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Where is security

Where is security?

You say you want security
Where the hell do you find this?
You want life to be beautiful
But life’s the way it is
One never knows what might happen
We could be dead tomorrow
Or everything within your days
It could end up in sorrow.

There are no guarantees, my friends
Nobody knows at all
What might happen in the future?
Who knows you well might fall
But that’s the great adventure
You have to live your life
Experiencing the all of it
The good stuff and the strife.

So live your life right now, today
And take a look within
Drop those horror thoughts you have
Let the symphony begin
Destiny is destiny
You can’t do naught about it
But live for now, and not tomorrow
This will help you quite a bit.

3 February 2014 @ 0535hrs.


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The Black Abyss

Sinking in deeper,
No way to escape,
The dark and scary Reaper,
Fore told in the Book of Life.

Is this my end?
Will I ever see the light of day again?
No. My wounds, I must mend.
I must find my strength.

Stand my ground,
Face my fears.
Only then will my voice be found
I must survive.

Break the suffocating chains,
Run from the darkness.
Power will fill my veins.
I will Fight!

Fight the painful names,
The horrid memories,
The demented games 
And escape My Black Abyss.


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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


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BATTLES

I cut my hair.
I screamed out loud.
I've scarred my wrist.
And in not proud.
But I'm stuck in this dark place,
my eyes pinched tight.
I'm afraid to step out.
Out into the light.
First my grandpa, 
Then the women I love.
My cousin,
My aunt,
They're resting above.
They all died and now another.
he was so close he could've been my brother.
I'm sick of the doctors.
I'm tired of death.
why can't I forget.
I yelled,
I fought.
I cussed,
I cried.
Sometimes I feel like I died inside.
I hate that God took them. 
I wish he let them stay,
But I'm glad they're now out of their pain.
I wear dark clothes.
And my make up is smeared.
But I miss her hair.
His smell.
His beard.
I'm done with funerals. I'm done with my food.
I want to be with them.
But I don't want to lose.
I won't give in to death. I'll fight my wars like them.
I'll bring the light through this darkness and rain.
I'll survive through this pain...


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The Great War

Scores of suffering stalwart soldiers stand steadfast in scarlet-soaked soil ----------------- (C) John C Michaels, 2014 Submitted on the centenary of The Great War (4th August 2014), in memory of the sacrifice of those who are no longer with us and to whom we owe so much.


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A Hundred Years

These superficial lives we lead,
are they really worth the cost?
Like a charging stallion-steed,
we're strong and proud... but lost.
The things today we hold in hand,
are temporary treasures,
but effort spent to feed your soul
will surely last forever....
If you could know the day you'll die,
would you let time just idle by?
Or would you try to bend the course of fate,
to make that final ending late?
So this question might be asked,
when you're finished with this lifelong task.
Of all the laughter, sweat and tears...
Will it matter in a hundred years?
Copyright © 2002


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Garden Club Ruse part 1 of 2

For years no one ever had a clue...
Of the secret she hid..no one knew..
The child inside her never shed a tear...
Although she lived everyday with fear...
She grew up never knowing what love was...
Till that fateful day, when he met him on the bus..
He was tall and handsome and had a great smile...
Knew all the words making her feel worthwhile...
They fell in love and soon were married...
And that’s when things changed...the love got buried..
The days were long and the nights were lonely...
They seldom spoke, and if only...
She hadn’t seen that ad...this never would have happened..
Join the Garden Club today and...
 wipe all your cares away 
There’s more to this story..I must conceive...
So please follow this sequel and I believe....
You will stop and think of the words I wrote...
And perhaps even take your own personal note....
	


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crab in the kitchen sink

i am a Dungeness crab with my claws
now strapped with rubber bands, my food
and my hiding hole taken away, leaving
me seated in someone else’s  kitchen sink

sinking with my manuscripts, pens, papers
and pencils to my death like a doomed rapist
murderer ready to walk, nay, sit on the electric
chair, soon to be flushed out as staunch stink

but even here i have not lost my control
to give, to give self as food, age old whine
my writing in heart, that poem, my protest
against being a puck in the skating rink


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My Little Boy Lost

My Little Boy Lost
by Katherine Huffman
Hello? My son, are you here?
I can't see you, I can't find you, why aren't you near?

As I walk the streets in search of you, 
I feel a pull, a tug, not sure what to do.
I passed the park as I looked for my boy, 
Even passed our play spot, but in my sight, not even a toy.
After everywhere I thought that I could go, 
There was one place, but it can't be right, this is all I know.

Hello? My son, are you here?
I can't see you, can't find you,
Why can't I feel you near?

This evening begins as I lay to rest my head, 
There are some things I'm unsure of, 
Like making your tiny bed.
Oh God, whats happening, haven't I counted your toes?
What about cradling your head or kissing your little nose?
What are these things I am unsure of, have I even done? 
Where are you, where are you my precious son?

Mommy lays here, in tears, her face on something cold.
Where are you my son, it's you I need to hold.
I've searched all day, it's turning into night,
I'm tired, I'm lost, but I still won't give up this fight.
My eyes start to close, slumber is far too near 
If I fall asleep, I may miss seeing you my dear.

Next thing I know, as I wake to the sun.
Wondering what it is, what has been done?
As I sit, my eyes focus, I start to look around.
Then, for some reason, they are drawn to the ground.
As I look, I see what has become,
This can't be, what's happening, where am I my son?

That cold my face last night laid upon, 
Was a marker, with your name, 
Of your body my little one.
Those things I wasn't sure if I'd ever done, 
Were but the memories, I'd hoped to make with you my son.

You were here, I know you were here 
My beautiful, precious son.
You were in mommies arms, such a little one.
As though it were as simple as reading a book,
I start to realize
These tangled webs have become unhooked.

That tug, that pull that led your mommy here, 
It was your spirit, it was your soul, 
It was your heart my little dear.

Here you were, here you were, 
Right with me, so very near.
My little boy, my son, 
Mommies little one was here.
You see? You led me where I needed to go.
For it was well past the time,
To accept this I know.

I feel a tug, I feel a pull.
I feel like I need to hurry, 
Like I have to go.
There is someone I remember,
I need to get to I know.
He's a small one, a little boy. 
He's your brother, my son, 
He's pulling, he's tugging, 
Needing mommy my little one.
I have to leave, I have to go, 
To find my baby, my son.

Oh Thank You my boy,
For bringing me here.
For letting my mind begin to see clear.
You showed me the way, 
I now see the light.
I am so close, so near in this dark night.

So here you are, here you are, 
With mommy, my baby is so very near.
You are in my heart, my mind, 
And this little brother of yours, my dear.

My little boy lost, my little boy lost, 
it's you I have found.
You were there with me,
as I slept on that ground.

Hello? My son, are you here?
I can see you, mommy found you, 
In my arms I hold you so near.
I've bathed you, I've clothed you, 
And cradled your head.
I counted your toes,
I bent in and kissed that little nose.
As you fell asleep in your bed.

Without him, 
Would these be memories
we are making my dear?
Without him would mommy, 
Be able to hold you so near?

We have a little angel to watch over us for all nights.
In spirit, with us, his soul,
Our endless guiding light.
He's your big brother, my son, my precious little one. 
He's right here, a part of you, 
Never again to be gone.

My little boy lost, my little boy lost,
It's you, I can see.
I have to Thank You 
For guiding me!


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Hunger Artist

      Hunger Artist - A Kafkaesque Moment
                 By: Earl Schumacker

                       (influenced by “A Hunger Artist”- short story by: Franz Kafka)

Food is foreign and mysterious to me now
Tolerance for such things is vile
My art once held the masses
In a mesmerizing enchanted grip
These days nothing matters
Death by hunger is dismissed
No one comes by my cage
To keep me faithful to my pain, as it really is
Starvation has lost its style
Or flavor should I say
Such enlightenment and with it fame
Once came quick
The children gathered by the thousands
To prove that nothing happened
Watching frantically; morning noon and night
To see no food had passed the artists lips
And death would take them nicely without tricks   
I can’t remember ever being free 
My cage and I came together mysteriously
We seem to be the same thing
Starving came instinctively 
As last hunger artist I can’t resign
I have to see enlightenment one time
With or without people to observe
Even if I should die before my time alone 







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Philosopher

Philosopher Old,
Philosopher Brave.
He speaks out to all that are enslaved.
Spends his life preaching through day and night,
while his words echo with might.
Fears not, that his enemies are enraged.
Philosopher Old.
Philosopher Brave.
The flowers grow tall upon your grave.



JSergi


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Phenomenal Angel- Maya Angelou Tribute

You are too dark, 
too unimportant,
your stomach is bulging,
they said..
Thank God for this angel,
she didn't let negativity settle in my head,
Although I am a man,
I never thought the day would come when I would see,
myself not as a failure but phenomenally,
Ms. Angelou was a single mother,
the struggle was difficult I know it,
but she still found time to become America's favorite poet, 
her words were like animals running free on a meadow,
never ending like rejection by the world while living in a ghetto,
who ever thought a black woman from Missouri could recite a poem at the inauguration,
Ms. Angelou,
you are the face of our cultures perpetuation,
you gave faith and hope to many,
including me,
Thank you angel for teaching us to live,
PHENOMENALLY..


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FATHER

Father, is it wistful, the thought, to be born a tree…
My pennant a bark of strength, beauty, and serenity!
To plant my feet beneath Thy sacred earthen ground
And guard thy torment without a sound.
With a message of brotherhood written on my leaves,
For all humanity, broadcast to the breeze
And the seeds of peace cast the sea
Sap wars of man; deliver true victory!
Then to depart this world from which I sprout
Begetting a dozen seedlings –hear them shout?
Their heritage of Father, their respect for Thee,
Through branches of wisdom as if to please;
Thy thoughts, Thy dreams, Thy future’s hope
That now lie dormant, buried in the slope
From which they sprung with vigor and pride,
Two Thousand Years before I died.
How wonderful it would truly be,
If You had ordained me an oaken tree?!


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Very Soon I'll Be WITH JESUS



Very Soon, I’ll Be With Jesus! I know my life on earth shall one day end… This body will turn back into dust again. I hope that in my life’s remaining days… I’ll be careful to give God glory and praise! I hope that with the opportunities given… I’ll walk in the joy of my sins being forgiven! I’m thankful that Jesus has shown to me… How much he really cares and loves me! If not for Jesus… Where I would be? He offered his body as a sacrifice for me! Because of what he’s done, I’m living today! He’ll be with me! Till the end of the way! When my life closes, and a new life begins… I’ll be with my savior, lord and friend! Thank you Jesus! As a new day starts! You’ve brought love and joy to my heart! By Jim Pemberton


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Alive and well


This morning as I walked
I closed my eyes
turned my face into the wind
swept along in an invisible ocean of exultation
suddenly, I knew I was alive...

Some people I knew are not
I loved them
they have become ghosts inside of me
this is how i keep them alive
sometimes pain lets you know you are alive...

I see love, feel some love
romantic, so romantic
love, then will surely rise
to appear in front of me
I am alive when others are not
I am here for a purpose...

If you are reading this
congratulations, you are alive
that's something to smile about!
~ ~


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THE CORD IS IN HIS HANDS

                           

fly little kite-fly 
fly higher than ancient cedars
reach the pinnacle of babel 
but let not the thought of the cord slip your intelligence 

reach mountain peaks where from there even a Goliath is a David
and fantasies are reality like the soil underneath but remember 
you are but a shape-a kite  

spread your vertex and rest in the shoulders of the gentle blowing winds: 
float from heights of eagles where the aroma of the blue sky in no more a mystery 
but do not forget-you are but a kite held by a cord in his hand

    indulge the satisfying feeling of resting in the bosom of the stars
high above where your many great colors match that of a rainbow and 
no one can tell what is which.  But when you are there remember 
your limit lies in the palm of the cord in his hands

human life is but a kite-nothing more than just a flying paper
how far
how further
how wild you go is the secretes of the cord in his hand





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the effect of others part 1

now this is not a poem but more of a short story if you are expecting a poem this is not one, but please feel free to read my story. it will make you think a lot about what you do! it will also have to a 2 part story due to the fact i only get 2500 characters.


monday morning a single mother by the name of wendy awakes to start what she would believe to be an ordinary day, but this
is no ordinary story. she starts the day as if any other monday morning, wendy makes breakfast for her two children gets
them dressed and prepared for school and sees them of to the school bus. she then prepares herself for work and makes her
way to a bus stop not to far from home to catch the 802 bus. on her way she is attracted by the noise if a busker, who is
playing his old rusket guitar and sing to make ends meat. and with a simple act of kindness of a 2 dollar donation to the
busker wendy could drastically change the life of herself and 3 unsuspecting strangers. a busker a car salesman and a young teenaged
skateboarder, see if wendy gives the busker 2 dollars then she will find herself short of change and be forced to miss the
802 buss to get money out of an atm. while waiting for the next bus to arrive she decides to bye a scratch it ticket and win the 
jackpot of $750'000. and back before this was happening when wendy had giving the struggling busker 2 dollars it had inspired him to 
keep playing his music for money, otherwise he would have packed up his guitar and cuart the 802 bus to a new location. but he didn't 
and instead attracted more people to stop and listing to his music, one man in particular who fell in love with his songs was a recording
company manager and instantly offered him a recording deal and in time would go on to make great success in music. one other 
person who stayed to listen to the busker was our car salesman, who ironically did not have a car so he was on his way to catch the 802
bus also. now this man was struggling in life, he had lost his wife and kids due to the fact he did not make enough money from work.
and on top of his current situation his work had been threatening to fire him unless he made more sales and until he could make
more money he could not have his family back. but while lured by the buskers music he overheard an old couple considering on 
buying a new car to celebrate their retirement, convinced this could be a sale he persuaded the elderly couple to drive him to work
missing the 802 bus.


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Don't Cry For Me

Don’t Cry For Me

Don’t cry for me when I am gone, for let me tell you this-
The place in which I now reside is utter and total bliss;

It’s a place that matches perfectly with your grandest hopes and dreams-
And, your every thought creates itself, or at least that’s how it seems;

Then, when my thoughts turn to you it’s with you that I reside-
And when your thoughts turn to me I’ll be right by your side;

It’s funny how all the things I’ve wondered about now all seem quite clear-
Our bodies die, but our souls live on in a place which knows no fear…


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Smouldering Coals

SMOULDERING COALS

The sound of logs lying in flames
is the clicks of horsemen’s guns
drawn back of a bullet prepared;
Within soft light they dance silently
to their own music of togetherness.

Smouldering coals break free and away
to continue their glowing conversation
with the other breathing companions;
Friends were few at first, but as time
went by and hundreds hurled

themselves to the crowd’s silence,
they lived in the warmth of energy
to survive and let survive those
that hid from the night’s snows;
They die to ashes, alone and loved…

 ©Mickey Van Tonder


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The Gift of Prayer

Dear Lord,
I know the end is soon to come
My frightened heart beats like a drum

Past events in visual recall
In rapid succession I appraise them all

WAS this my life after three score and ten
The avariciousness of a thieves den

WAS this my life ignorant still
Low in Spirit and weak in will

WAS this my life a degenerate mess
Rejecting assistance with such casualness

WAS this my life filled with wanton delight
Nonsensical whimsies without any respite

Dear Lord, I want to cancel it out
Forgive me my sins in alarm I shout

Lost Sheep, YOU are my chosen one
Throughout YOUR meanderings a light has shone

YOU have faltered oft I know
But throughout each betrayal I have loved you so

YOUR cries for help have not been in vain
YOUR triumphs my loss, each confession my gain

YOUR deeds good and bad are in your eyes
So few of mankind do apologise

Love is YOUR gift on your sleeping face
Peaceful at last in my constant embrace



Theresa Stephens


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The Process

Smash me 
Break me down 
Disassemble me 
Piece by piece 
And hate me 

Gather me up 
Repair me 
Shape me 
Into something 
Beautiful 
Amazing 

And watch me rise 
Like a phoenix 
From the ashes


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RDW

Your essence is still and will always be with us

Your unlimited love and compassion a beacon

For those in need of acceptance and comfort

Your smile a sign of divine joy and content

Your embrace all-encompassing and warm

Your humour could brighten any dark mood

Your wisdom a gift from God

Your absence a daily struggle in life’s bubble

Your legacy pulls us through
As we declare daily our love for you…

SALAMANDER