His daddy is fighting in Iraq.
His mommy is fighting tears.
His brother is fighting death.
He is fighting his desolation and fears.
Friends are but a dream
and companions are an illusion.
School is a concentration camp,
but he stands, though alone, in the midst of confusion.
His training school is loneliness.
His milestones are fears, thrust in lies.
His only weapon is faith
and his bullets are soft "hallelujah" cries.
Strength left his fragile body
and he lost the fight in life so coy,
yet on his knees he conquered agony
and I call him the little soldier boy.
Dear Lord Byron
Please don't be upset
I wish to call you George
With affection and respect
The "Destruction of Sennacherib"
I was introduced to your poem
I learned it word for word
As I sat home all alone
You see George the meaning
Is much more than you know
In school I had no success
I was considered quite slow
Empowered by your words
Assyrians coming down
I spoke with true emotion
For once I wasn't a clown
When I spoke of your steed
With his nostrils all wide
Within the deep of me
I experienced pride
Like the leaves in your forest
When summer is green
You provided inspiration
I now travel where you've been
With a pen held in my hand
My destruction I escape
Within my troubled mind
New ideas take their shape
I'm gifted with freedom
Words of power do supply
Whether reading or writing
They provide me with my high
So George, I humbly thank you
You're truly the reason why
I travel within the words
They're the gift that help me fly
I know one day we'll meet
Beyond the gates of heaven
Please reserve for me a seat
The Father of all poets
Will speak in splendid tones
We'll marvel at his spirit
We will feel it in our bones
For poets are connected
In very intricate ways
Time is not of consequence
Our words are a form of praise
As a child when I committed Lord Byrons poem to memory,
I had no idea it was a story from the Bible. Being he was a
believer I wanted to honor both him and our God. Thanks
Monterey, I think this is a great topic for a poem. I also
chose to write in the same form as he had for "The Destruction
of Sennacherib". This was the first and only form I wrote in
prior to coming to the soup. I thank all the poets here who have
helped me grow, yourself included Monterey.
WHERE FROZEN EMBERS STILL BURN
When will periwinkle dreams entwine my lifesong
for prickly winter has blanket me? [Long, ah! so long...]
Has bloody ferns swirl then froze me as falling snow
for acrid critiques cold cloud? [T'was wrong, Oh so wrong...]
Doubts and worries weaken more my weary feet.
But teeming catalysts from a passionate bearing God
activate talent embers, once frozen, to fleet--
Spelling: "TRUST, GO AND START!", smolder revive from above.
Bearing a faith anew, I spread my wings to fly;
walking even over blitz agonizing talk for pry.
Cracking myself from iceberg of fears--
instead, twining myself to God's glory, a clear dear!
Braiding faith and hardwork in cornerstone steel,
spirits afire hope that guards, a powerful seal.
Unfolding gifts from long frozen hearts' embers burn.
mightily restored through heaven's love way turn...
August 22, 2014
***inspired by verses:
Matthew 10:26 -
Therefore do not fear them. For there is nothing covered that will not be
revealed, and hidden that will not be known.
2 Corinthians 4:7-11
But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing
power is from God and not from us. We are hard pressed on every side, but not
crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck
down, but not destroyed. We always carry around in our body the death of
Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be revealed in our body. For we who
are alive are always being given over to death for Jesus' sake, so that his life
may be revealed in our mortal body.
I never knew following dreams could be this lonely,
But up on the hill, looking back, thank God I'm not the old me.
If the tears will fall, let them be;
I believe this is God's plan, follow your dreams.
The Texans weren't supposed to be
Holding the old mission.
Sam Houston sent Jim Bowie there.
Said he had a vision.
Bowie wanted to save the fort.
So did Colonel Travis.
They say when Santa Anna came
Carnage there was massive.
Two hundred men would die that day.
One was Davey Crockett.
He couldn't save the Alamo.
Too few men to stop it.
Santa Anna won the battle,
Taking back the city.
He killed each and every soldier.
Showing them no pity.
Santa Anna was defeated
Outside San Jacento.
The Texans bore the battle cry,
In all my years I've never seen
a face so weathered, yet seldom mean.
A semblance of a younger man
of whom I was the biggest fan.
A tired soul in eyes so hollow,
where he went this kid would follow.
Now he's resting more and moving less.
Is this what's left for God to bless?
Disease and age have beat him down,
yet no one ever sees him frown.
Mortal thoughts creep in as days go by.
What's it really like when we die?
But he won't dwell on that, with time so fleeting,
and his mind still sharp, despite the beating.
No he won't complain, why even bother?
My hero is this wonderful father.
The jumping out of a plane resembles
Right Into the arms of gravity’s demands
That anxiously pulls him onto the ground
As his prevailing destiny commands
No parachute on his back is to be found
For him to avoid the inevitable impact
So he must soon find a way to escape
Before all his hopes are really whacked
Between the plane and the ground though
A distance, short or long, to cover must have
That definitely indicates the length of his life
That no-one, certainly, has the right to halve
The drama of Man has though just started
As he is having no command over his will
But the glory of his indubitable spirit
Makes him stand up and never kneel
He laughs at his own condemnation
And proudly declares: I am here to live
Do not care when my fall will be over
Fear in my heart I'll never forgive
He begins enjoying his hastening falling
As he makes plans a myriad dreams to fulfill
My works, with all his force, triumphantly shouts:
Even when I go, here they are going to be still
Thus Man victorious of life’s adventure emerges
Having beaten all odds and the fear of death
A monument is he now of wisdom and valor
Since never gives up till his very last breath!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
14 OCTOBER 2013
On the bank of oblivion’s river
A soul hastily arrives
Wishing to cross on the other side
Where eternity resides
Has been preparing for the crossing
Since the first day of her birth
But now that the moment is so near
She is afraid of her death
More few moments she is begging
For much better to prepare
Before the Charon with his boat
Her, to perpetuity transfer
Death however is adamant
Since to delay he can not
So he is reminding the soul
That it is her mortal lot
With dread she is now boarding
For the trip of no return
But surprised she is to find
That this is of no concern
As the crossing is completed
And the soul disembarks
On the land of sanctified
This is now what remarks
All worries and all burdens
That she carried all along
When imprisoned in the body
In that place don’t belong
For first time she is sensing
Real freedom in her being
Such amount of love and beauty
This world has never seen
At an instance she turns holy
And with angels she soars
To the heavens of the blessed
Where her creator adores!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
16 OCTOBER 2013
* In my previous poem I dealt with " MAN'S LIFE", "THE CROSSING" deals with what
comes after that! If one has the time it would be a good idea to read both for a
better understanding of the circle of life and death as it is presented here! Thank
That homeless guy out on the corner,
Carrying a sign that says he’s hungry;
Maybe he’s just a drunk or a ‘stoner’,
But he might be that one-out-of-three.
That one-out-of-three is a veteran,
Who in uniform served his country.
There’s a good chance he has an addiction,
Or is still suffering from PTSD.
One out of three of those ones-out-of-three
Fought in one of America’s wars.
Did he scream on a beach in Normandy,
Or did he at Inchon go ashore.
Did he hunt Charlie in a rice paddy?
Was he in the Balkans, or lost in the sand?
One out of three of those ones-out-of-three,
Were the heroes who once took a stand.
If you can spare a few dollars, then feed them.
If not, at least hear what they say.
Their country may no longer need them,
But they don’t deserve to be thrown away.
They might not have all bled in battle,
But each one came home a casualty.
With your help, they may someday be able
To leave the ranks of the one-out-of-three.
Some cat entered my room one night
I thought it was a ghost
It smelled like something had just died
But I must oblige my guest as the host
I turned on the light and there it was
An obnoxious opossum at best!
Whoa! Forget my host duties, cous!
Take the room—I’m an unhappy guest!
I left the house with a shutter
Before I realized I was heavily surrounded
By cats on all sides, up and under
The house they had all just rounded!
In truth I was perturbed on all levels
That I began to realize in horror
That damn opossum had spawned these little devils!
And tonight I must end this terror!
I then ran straight to the kitchen
Aware of the opossum inside
If I give up the tuna and ditch um’
Perhaps I’ll escape this night alive
The persistent cats scratched at the holes
Those buggers—those meddlers!
They could have been thieves—if not trolls!
Their yowls would scare sumo wrestlers!
Worst of all in this dilemma
Tomorrow was grocery day
There were no more cans of tuna
All my fish had swam away!
Somehow one got in
And the rest came barreling through
I ran toward my room to him
The opossum looked so distressed and blue
The little beady eyes pierced my soul
And I knew from then on he was my friend
He only meant to hide from the furry little trolls
And escape a most pitiful end!
I made up my mind at last
And picked up my trusty broom
Come on in—I dare yah tah pass!
Ain’t no feline coming through this room!
Glowing eyes burned with intent
And the yowling grew loud as hell
The little bullies think they can take my guest!
They’ll fly like birds they will!
That night was a battle like none other
A battle I will proudly say I won
I gained the friend of my life—a brother
My pet’s a load of fun!
As much as I love a neighbor cat
They are a little scary as a race
Thankfully a broom will push them back
And put them in their place
My opossum is a sweet little thing
And I protect him with my life
I’ll never judge a critter again
Till actions bring it to light
Love in His name.
Saved by grace;
My heart is on Your shoulders,
And You are lifting me up.
With every spoken tender gesture,
I fall a little farther in love.
In a dark corridor
I feel along the walls
searching for an open door
to touch a glimmer of hope before humanity falls.
An ancient sound of crowds cheering rings in my ears.
I see the humble scum by society crucified.
They had blindly stumbled over their fears,
not realising the bloodlust as they excitedly cried.
The reality of this world strikes so cruel.
Good leaders don't change apathetic followers,
for they themselves allow their deceitful hearts to rule.
Their minds are conquered by lusts for darker powers.
I have reached the bitter end.
No longer can I go into this unending night,
yet some are the closed door's friend
while gushing through an open door is the light.
Few find this narrow way.
Many beat their skulls against a closed door
as darkness continues to lead the blind astray
while surrendering warriors find the courage to kneel on the floor.
School bully pushed off with both hands and feet.
With my heart in my throat, I stood up to cheat.
I am a clown with a weapon called pause -
I chased his focus with raucous applause.
I told him, “Feel free to stay or take flight.”
I could tell this kid was set for a fight.
Being a sprinter, I went with my feet
and took off running in quick retreat.
I am a pacifist, I love what's quiet
so I dodge the spots where kids often riot.
I'm also a stoolie and finally stopped
to hide in the office and call the cops.
I have fallen victim so many times
To nobody's fault except only mine.
I will ask for forgiveness and have faith,
Even though I feel like I am not saved.
It's not the same without you;
The days are rainy and the nights are blue.
My heart is crying and God is too,
But we are smiling, waiting here for you.
I’m strong enough to take your insults
I’m strong enough to take your pain
I’m strong enough to stem the tears
That threaten to soak my soul like rain
I’m strong enough to take your silence
I’m strong enough to take the neglect
I’m strong enough because I know
That you’re afraid to reconnect
I’m strong enough to take your madness
I’m strong enough to take your fear
I’m strong enough because I know
You can’t survive without me near
So go ahead! Unleash the fury!
Go ahead! Try to make me break!
I will withstand the awful onslaught
Because I know how much to take
I know inside you there is someone
Who’s been hurt right to the core
Someone who has been damaged
When he wanted to love some more
Someone whose soul is soft and tender
Someone who needs to heal in time
That’s why I can take your abuse
Because I know your heart is mine!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
I have some choices to face,
But these are not my decisions to make.
God told me what He wants me to do;
He said, "Listen, Son, I have a plan for you."
Follow your dreams and follow your heart;
God has shown you the path to start.
Never give up and always have faith;
Do what you love and enjoy this place!
There passed amid the crowded fair a lady
All clad in stately gown of em'rald green
With golden trim and diamonds all a-sparkle
It was, I say in truth, a comely scene
Her hair was walnut brown and deftly braided
Her eyes the bluest June I e'er ha' seen
Her face was white as ever summer daisy
As she walked amid the fair in em'rald green
I wended to the lady through the milling
And sought if I might carry of her gage
She chained me with ther fiery diamond necklace
And sought a worthy foe upon the stage
Her eyes passed o'er the sport with sharp disdaining
Said she, These roughened fellows all are mean
I seek a fitted match against my diamonds
To win a crown of honour for the green
At length, she spied the master of the quarter
The stoutest wight of Herefordshire, I ween
And though I had no hope against this venture
I'd do it for the woman clad in green
His quarterstaff was sure and fairly whistled
His arms were strong, as well his eyes were keen
Yet still I kept my feet upon the platform
And prayed them still remain for fair Athene
This lusty fight went on for half the hour
A goodly crowd collected for the see'n'
Then stepped the pretty damsel to the staff-ring
And saith, You fairly won the lass in green
The song will spin and rake and weave
Night draws a warm, inviting sleeve
He walks along the water's crest
And picks the leaves that he likes best
How certain are the lovely girls
The calloused hands of aging earls
A locket with a bit of twine
Forget them all, this hour is mine
The sound of many worldly prayers
The splitting up of all the hairs
Will corner, force to choose a fate
To bring about what comes too late
Come sit upon a marble throne
Forget the room you called a home
Keep not one single bit of proof
That you were once a thing of youth
Waste not her love in all it's tender exhibits
Nor take for granted the look in her eyes
Lest her softness be calloused fictitious
Or her trust in your heart be despised
The strength of a man lies not in his stature
Nor the kingdoms he's built in his name
It's not in the dreams defeated or captured
Or heroically owning some blame
The love of a lady discerns what is true
The child's heart that dwells in her man
His need to be nurtured vulnerabilities debut
Entrance to an unguarded land
There's a bravery more gallant
Than the absence of fear
When in loves sweet embrace transparent
Gratitudes strength displayed by way of unbridled tears
Ah so few things in life so precious
As the slow dance between woman and man
Fewer still are the moments that leave you breathless
When love finds it's way past adversities plan
I say... Waste not the love of a lady
Your rugged stance will have its due
Lavish her with pure surrender
Her last breath will whisper... "My love is true"
My memory fades like an early morning fog
But you my son I know by heart
The impossible miles you alone have trod
An uphill climb from first breaths start
Fluid filled those vacant places
Where only your brain should have claimed
Of a viable life the prediction was traces
For a life that would be horribly lame
Those Doctors didn't conceive you
You were mine from beginning to end
I said "he's my son not a knot to undo
When termination was suggested and penned
I loved you then and I know you now
Every obstacle you've overcome
A 3.7 GPA you've made it to manhood somehow
I knew to that prognosis you would never succumb
Of every therapy under the sun
You would never quit or complain
Though your struggles were bitter and stung
You took pride in the promise of your name
Josiah - Healed by God -
A humble man in the kingdom of men
Now I see you promised to a beauty
The wife I hoped for you then
Soon your quest to be a teacher
When you've earned your final degrees
In the eyes of our future you'll be a leader
The proof of what belief can achieve
Your spirit is tenderness
Your ways are sweet
You abound in being real and generous
And acquire the love of all that you meet
My son with eyes filled of turquoise and brown
Know this... if my memory entirely in time depart
My pride in you will forbear my lips to frown
For my son, I know you by heart!
In Asgard, kingdom of the mighty God Odin
a place awaits all battle fallen warrior heroes
It's in Valhalla where there is endless feasting
and an ending of all griefs and sorrows
The Valkyries, Odin's warrior daughters
carry the fallen heroes from the battlefield
to Valhalla to join other fallen warriors
where they are restored to life fully healed
Each day the warriors fight on Asgard's plain
Their battle skills to sharpen and maintain
Every evening wounds and injuries they sustain
are healed and each warrior made whole again
They dine on liquor and fresh cooked meat
that is always in great abundance for all
providing a delicious gourmet treat
at Odin's banquet in Valhalla's dining hall
July 18, 2014
Here is the poem which aroused my childhood interest in the Vikings, and to
which I referred in my reply to Shadow. I would like to share it with others.
It is "The Sea King's Burial" by Charles Mackay. It recalls the days when a
Viking chief died and his body was placed in a boat. The vessel with full sail
set and a fire lighted, was then sent drifting out to sea. It is a long poem so I
am only quoting the first and last verses:
My strength is failing fast
(Said the sea-king to his men).
I shall never sail the seas
Like a conqueror again,
But while yet a drop remains
Of the life-blood in my veins
Raise, oh, raise me from my bed,
Put the crown upon my head,
Put my good sword in my hand,
And so lead me to the strand,
Where my ship at anchor rides
If I cannot end my life
In the crimsoned battle-strife
Let me die as I have lived,
On the sea.
Once alone a cry arose,
Half of anguish, half of pride,
As he sprang upon his feet,
With the flames on every side.
"I am coming! " said the king,
Where the swords and bucklers ring,
Where the warrior lives again,
Where the souls of mighty men
And the weary find repose,
And the red wine ever flows,
I am coming, great -All-Father,
Unto Odin, unto Thor,
And the strong, true hearts of yore:
I am coming to Valhalla
O'er the sea."
O Lord! Thou art my Coach
I shall never be defeated
Strengthen me for this game
As I humble call on your name
Invigorate my heart, mind and body
When I fall, pick me up and energize me
Grant me the tenacity to win every ball
And courage to stand whatever befall
Yea, though my opponents frighten me
Like roaring Lions out of their den
My great Coach always inspires me
Your pep talk! Your word! Uplifts me
Though fear and despair bites me
Like venomous snakes out of the shadow
My Lord is with me everywhere I go
You prepare a strategy to defeat my foe
When the final whistle is blown
And the team heads to the dressing room
May my Lord, the great Coach when He calls my name
Say “Gideon! You played like a Lion, you played the game”
And surely victory, glory and goodness
Will hunt me all the days of my life
And I shall look up to my Coach forever
Walking with me now and ever!
The Poet Preacher © 2014
Ps 18:39 My Coach has fortified me with strength [energy, power, strategy, capability] for the battle [big game, contest, combat]: He has subdued [vanquished, beaten, massacred, overpowered] my opponents.
Lord, I do not know what to do;
Please, lead me by Your side.
Decisions I'm facing are lost and through;
Please, lead me to do what's right.
Golgotha seemed no risk to view,
As the Place of the Skull beckoned anew.
My heart hammered for I saw no escape
From the man with a shovel and tattered cape.
His shovel waved, as if to attack,
And he gave the ground a wicked whack.
He shoveled some dirt and filled a hole,
Then I recalled the story told.
After the Crucifixion, like one possessed,
To fill every hole was this man’s quest.
He said, “I caused His death, to my shame.
The hole for the cross was my blame!”
I replied, “Sir, he died for you and me,
To fill holes in our lives, don’t you see?”
As he stood weeping, his mind in shock,
I said, “Sir, we need to talk.”
So much pain
Innocent lives lost
Separation from spirit
Now evident, the cost
Blame will be easy
Anger, quick to rise
Unite must we all
For peace, no compromise
Understand may we never
What drives such evil minds
Heal must we now
To each other, be kind
Hate may come quickly
Justified by most
Reach out where you can
Turn tragedy to hope
Find in yourself
Strength to carry light
For together we are strong
Brighter future still in sight
Hold tight those you love
Honor those today lost
Be the change you seek
A bridge together, we can cross
* Dedicated to those lost and those left behind – December 14,th 2012 Sandy Hook Elementary School
Newtown, Connecticut *
Twenty brand new angels
arrived just yesterday.
Frightened and confused
they only wished to stay
with parents now left empty,
and shattered beyond belief.
Their babies’ precious little lives
stolen by a spineless thief
with evil in his heart,
and killing on his mind.
Dear God where are you now?
It’s getting hard to find
a reason for the carnage,
and the acts of the insane.
Can we still find eternal love
surrounded by such pain?
Now twenty brand new angels
who only yesterday did die,
and with them, too, the innocence.
Why, dear God, why?
for the Sandy Hook children. RIP.
Scheming together years ago, before the weekly executions,
dreaming of days we'd lift the fog of ignorance from the masses
and paradigms of stagnation shifted with cerebral solutions.
To no avail our heady course in theory only passes.
We knew the day, the hour, the minute how texts would be rewritten.
The generation of our spawn in classes they would read it.
History so enthralling, with learning would they be smitten.
Instead the propaganda beast so ravenous and we must feed it.
The old men while away their time with tales of a foiled coupe,
and students smile and avert their stare, it's better to be a number.
The One he loathes such minions who wish to think or do,
so all the day of arduous labor leads to fitful slumber.
Yes you and I, my loyal friend, matyrs in the making,
outwitting cowards that march us to the death of liberty.
But threats and greed lead to your word finally forsaken.
In brutal death at least my soul will wonder this world free.
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.
Subtle comes the mourning
In light laced with night
Like concentric circles forming
In the Forrest's biography of life
For children grow in truth like trees
It's lesson is wisdom's offering
Spiral layer of night and day
Concealed an annual weathering
In heartwood forest you were raised
By its protection you survived
Though it is dead this central wood
At your core does it reside
Tiny saplings like newborn cries
Sunlight tapping your tender leaves
Tears turned sugar transformed you thrive
For the sweet lifeblood you need
When something dies it's natural
Of sorrow to be prone
I'll follow the path of your tears your anchor
Through the storm I'll not leave you alone
For I am your taproot in rocky soil
I'll hold you secure as you grow
Take your tears and turn them sugar
Photosynthesis of life to bestow
Your Daddy was your heartwood
I know you mourn at his stone
Though Mommies leaves dawn new colors
I'll teach you to grow your own
For when he died your sapwood
With tears like resin filled
For from his bedded seed you came
A new tree with heartwood instilled
Under my branches my son you are planted
And Daddy's new home is our sky
Together we will shade you and light your way
Stretching my roots to hold yours while you cry
Someday when life's rings they gather
Hidden under your fortress of bark
You'll know the storms I too have weathered
In this silent breaking of my heart
Her hair was matted in a clump
Still she was pretty all the same
Getting water from the pump
I asked her to tell me her name
"People call me the Queen of Krump"
"yet Jezebel is my real name"
"I love music and love to bump"
"When I dance I feel no shame"
I placed a beatbox on a stump
She danced like a consuming flame
Arms flailing and gyrating rump.
Like a wild beast I could never tame
As I watched in my throat a lump
Reckless abandon was her game
In my chest I felt my heart jump
She danced for pleasure not for fame
For Kelly Deschler's "Not just any old Quatrain contest."
This was harder than I expected.
When I aim to please wholeheartedly,
The political scene still knows me.
It never tries to ignore me,
And never desires to fight for me.
©2014 Honestly JT
It's like a weight lifted off of my heart;
I am no longer torn apart.
Thank God you are safe;
Everything is okay.
We swim in the fountain spring,
Hear the harmonious choir sing,
His radiant face ne'er grows dim,
In the fountain spring, we swim.
We ascend to a mountain peak,
With his rod and his sheep,
Gravity seems to suspend,
To a mountain peak, we ascend.
We leap into a tall haystack,
Freefall and don't look back,
Sit among tares and wheat,
Into a haystack, we leap.
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.
When that feeling rushes in-
I don't know what to do with my life-
I need to search from within
And look up toward the light.
why so harshly seek compliance
when the formula is wrong?
all you'll get is my defiance
no dancing to your song.
Freewill has no chance
in your rigid, tiny mind.
some strange and cultish trance
is all you'll ever find.
so thanks for the suggestions
but I'll remain aloof.
when you cannot answer questions
that simply beg the truth.
Master your own destiny
Don't believe anything or anyone
The wear and tear of my past experience
has ravaged my spirit, body and soul
Now my life is a mere shallow existence
with a deep longing to be made whole
I was caught in the beauty of your charm
and savouring its full pleasure was my goal
Now I experience a deep sense of alarm
at the loss of my feeling of control
But with my own inner resolve and firmness
and the strength I can get from other avenues
I must overcome this sense of helplessness
and move on to live my life as I choose
The phoenix bird burns itself to ashes
whenever it becomes worn out with age
And from those ashes a new phoenix arises
and starts a fresh life cycle on a new page
Scorched and burned by my actions of the past
and having learned from the anguish and pain
I also will rise from those ashes at last
and move on afresh with my own life again
(To those dealing with addiction – drugs, alcohol, etc.,
and also a broken heart)
Concrete, steel, glass, and dust,
we watched three thousand die.
Then there was no longer trust,
only fear when we would fly.
Our cozy world gone in a flash.
We'd never be the same.
Routine flight to horrific crash.
A jihad was proclaimed.
Souless zealots on native soil,
a scourge not seen before.
American blood began to boil
as we were shaken to the core.
While the cowards knelt in mock prayer,
we stood defiant and rebuilt.
Such lonely souls in disrepair
found the power not to wilt.
Though a decade's gone the pain's still fresh,
from an ache we know so well.
We paid the price in human flesh,
but they'll settle up in hell.
I can feel the reverberations in my mind
but I have to ask why were holding ourselves behind
is it the magnetic, holding us all in line
or the electro part, not waving his sign
could it be us, the corporate mentality
the me, me, me that just wont let us be
the rise against, the cognitive of free
the closed mind, that just wont let us see
we need to open up, rise beyond binarality
stand under the in depth, of broken symmetry
the cause and effect, of our reality
for space is time, and time is relativity
the vacuum of space and infinite energy
spiraling down, to increase conductivity
will ever expand upon diversity
approaching what some, may call divinity
its the the creator, of the here and now
the reason why, were all able to ask how
its breathes life, into all that may allow
creating mass, without a solemn vow
and what it looks like, a drop of water on the pond
an ever flowing ripple of what made it belong
a frequency, made up of the short and long
carrying more insight, than sound within a song
its the meaning of life, traveling at the speed of light
its beautiful, crashing into the insight
its every life lost, trying to push us all to right
its the impulse, that causes fight or flight
its God's tree that Adam ate from long ago
light-years beyond, your average pony show
its the accumulation of every vice you seem to know
it might even be the reason that poetry seems to flow
its invisible, yet right before your very eye
its stability, and yet it seems to lie
its the reason, everyone seems to ask why
and it exists in you even after you die
I pledge allegiance with heartless intent to this flag
of the united states of America
cause the politicians got the cat in the bag
and my wallets overflated numerica
this is a government of the people by the people for the corporation
I solemnly vow to work hard and hold my head down
let hypocrisy run free in our nation
and battle to wear the crown
who really wears the big boy pants
when their all made in china
why does the news agency rave and then rant
when there a dead dinosaur with angina
patriotism is robotic
when war spending is a common goal
we need some antibiotic
so that we all don't get the pole
this one I dedicate to you and I
the bright spark of life that barely cared to try
shooting itself upon the foot while telling you a lie
classified quite top secret so no one may cry
Our death on earth is our birth to the next
The process getting to the next can be difficult
Troubled be not
Helping hand of our Lord Eternal God, Father Christ surrounds us
Hollow hearts and empty minds
frozen as we turn.
Terror lies in what one finds
if he dare attempts to learn.
Another road is often best,
though traversed the very least.
And the tide of ignorance never crests,
but thrives on knowledge ceased.
To a rocky death with the herd,
you'll succumb to the insanity.
Just remember now my final word:
surrender destroys humanity.
Forced down onto the thick mud
the stench of this rotten blood
Determined for this to be surreal
My fate would change if it were real
My life begins anew In my head
From the time mother put me to bed
Father took me to my first Yankee’s game
Where I was inspired by their fame
To keep the kids soundly in bed
My blood, I fear, I must shed
Not knowing whether I would live or die
the anguish is consuming my thigh
The pain is slowly dying out
my destiny is nothing but a doubt
Laying on the red infested loam
Guadalcanal, you are my last home.
Fat smiles are often daunting.
I don't believe them truth.
Fat smiles are often lacking
by those who would be sleuth.
Fat smiles will offer protection
for those without esteem.
Fat smiles cave into pressure
when they come back to deem.
Fat smiles are for the jolly
denying fear and trite.
Fat smiles are for acceptance
when humble comes to rite.
Fat smiles belong to all
when food's not in the tummy.
Fat smiles are after all-
the smiles meant for the chummy.
I could have sworn he was blue,
The little boy no one knew,
He was slain by stony profit,
Mortal flesh to fill a pocket.
Some say he spoke in faces,
Living soul’s tiny traces,
Others claim he walked with fire,
To light the path he saw with dire.
The forests heard him from a far,
Leaves would murmur for their star,
Whose lonely orbit lit the sky,
By way of praising those who try.
Birds would gaze and bless their days,
Content to dwell in nature’s maze,
Where up was up and down was down,
Right from wrong had home in town.
Small and light but full of passion,
Holy creatures of earthly fashion,
Their mystic hearts bled for life,
Hoping to heal human strife.
Picasso’s boy saw it coming,
Months before he heard the drumming,
Of beating silence greed would come,
By those whose lie one can not sum.
The will of love asks some to kneel,
To offer hope for them that feel,
A tree must fall when darkness breathes,
To fill the void with light’s soft breeze.
In the woods a shadow prayed,
For those who live unafraid,
That better days will come again,
Again, again, and once again
I could have sworn he was blue,
The little boy no one knew,
He was slain by stony profit,
Mortal flesh to fill a pocket.
Sometimes you just gotta let yourself be
It is the only way to be free
In this world of emotional oppression
You can be taken to a higher dimension
All this loving, hurting and living
Feels like you are crazy mad tripping
if you feel like you are going to lose it all
Do the unexpected and take the free fall
You might learn something new
A thing or two about you
So don't give up the bad fight
Lose your ability to tell wrong from right
If you have to go at it alone
Take then down and set them alight
Rules are meant to be broken
Kind of sad when they end up breaking you
So don't feel sorry for me
I got tons of time for the birds and the bees
Seems like when your around
Your a thousand meters off the ground
Go crazy, lose you shit
Roll your eyes and have a fit
You will feel much better than the rest
For the rest of your life
Shadows of the pre-dawn night
Of thee I fathom what's to come
Fear not the shades of hopeless strife
Thy will preludes the strength of sun
O'er prairies filled with downy haze
Your power seeks to forge a path
That follows rainbows all the way
From lightning strikes to calm at last
Of thee I fathom what's to come
'Till sundown, battles will be won!
In ancient times, inside a treasure was a ring
It was known us the master ring or the ruling king
It was made of the finest pure gold
When worn it became an extension of one’s soul
It was made to control one’s thoughts and intentions
It was built to master one’s deeds and discretions
The ring always satisfies a wish
It must be a wise wish, not selfish
Once the ring is out of one’s possession
One becomes vulnerable to demonic suppression
Used selfishly it pressed painfully upon the finger
Worn frequently one becomes a spiritual figure
Our conscience is just like the master ring
It drives us to respond to our king
It directs and regulates our emotion
It is the key to a dynamic devotion
When we do act selfishly it presses against our soul
To listen to our conscience should be our ultimate goal
When we do right it gives peace within our hearts
When we obey it convicts and imparts
Now the purpose of the commandments is love from a pure heart, from a good conscience, and from a sincere faith- 1Timothy 1:5
All are we
One half of a soul
Traveling through this life
Once again to be whole
In the heartbeat of another
The rhythm to our rhyme
Long ago, a dance started
Shared again in this time
In their eyes found
Love's light returned
Reflection of the self
Many lessons have been learned
Touch do they deep
Core of all you are
Though separate may you be
No place that far
Feel them can you always
Never far behind
In every breath, every moment
Always on your mind
Find can we many
Ways to block our path
Defined by perceptions
Risk not ego's wrath
Short is our time
In this world spent
Return to your purpose
For which here, you were sent
Follow your passion
Once again, be free
Others opinions matter not
For, your truth cannot they see
Close your eyes, feel the rhythm
Continue does the dance
Love awaits the souls
Willing to take the chance
Focused on moving forward
No more self doubt
If insecurities block my path
I'll simply throw them out
Worrying is no longer my thing
I kicked the bad habit
I used to be shy so I would hide
In a hole like a rabbit
Negativity bombarded me
It led to my downfall
Stayed at the bar for hours
Until they made the last call
What's the use of such abuse
Why are people filled with hatred
I'm sure someday my heart will heal
Long after the scars have faded
Have courage for the great sorrow of life
Patience for the small ones
You laboriously accomplished daily task
Go to sleep in peace Eternal God is awake
On early Thursday morning,
Terror filled the New York sky.
And two engines were disabled,
By a flock of birds passing by.
Departing from La Guardia,
Bound for Charlotte, N.C.
US Airways flight 1549,
Departed at 3:24 from NYC.
And moments after departure,
A calm subtle voice was heard.
Stating to brace for impact,
Before the impact occurred.
The plane essentially became,
A 170,000 pound glider.
As the 58-year old captain,
Became the flights safety provider.
And in a controlled descent,
He steered the disabled craft.
Over the George Washington bridge,
And safely sailing it like a raft.
155 passengers survived as his,
Courage and heroism was outstanding.
On 1-15-09, the pilot of pilots,
Performed an amazing splash landing.
Inspired by the courage and heroism
of Captain Chesley B. Sullenberger, III,
for the Miracle of the Hudson on 1-15-09
Picture a world-
No hate, no fear
Future generations better
Because you were here
Picture a world-
No war, no pain
Enslaved no more
Free will does reign
Picture a world-
No sorrow, no regret
Each moment a gift
Be nothing but your best
Picture a world-
No anger, no demise
Lift as you climb
See yourself in another's eyes
Picture a world-
Clearly can you see
Power is now held
Create what is to be
Beyond blackend night's curtain herein a world
Uncertain, sure am I the sun shall rise.
Change do I desire at thirty years old.
The path of a temperate I the prize!
Sometimes I wonder if I'm living a lie,
you tell me one thing and do another,
'cuz here I am thinking you held to your morals,
yet you slept with 4 guys in a month.
It took us 6 months to go that far,
I was still pure and innocent.
I wanted the change and you seemed
to think it was the right time.
Did you think that the whole time?
Did you lie to me when you said
that you didn't want to,
early in our relationship?
I've always taken to honesty,
yet sometimes your word means nothing to me,
you've broken it so many times.
Sometimes I wonder if it's worth it.
I trust you, sometimes too much,
what am I supposed to do?
I feel so unwanted.
Sometimes it seems
like all you want is sex and kisses
then you turn around and say no to me
when you say yes to them.
It's like im not good enough,
I'm amateur and they're veteran.
I'm your amateur but you didn't care,
you thought only of you.
You slept with a guy in 3 weeks of dating,
and another you hadn't dated in 6 years,
and with me it's 6 months?
and I was first.
It's like you got a taste,
and wanted momre.
and you left me in the dirt.
You really hurt me.
And even though it was months ago,
it still hurts,
I still wonder if you're worth it,
and I don't know if it'll ever mend.